I trow men wouldë deem it negligence, If I forgot to tellë the dispence 530 Of Theseus, that went so busily To maken up the listës royally, That such a noble theatre as it was, I dare well say, in all this world there n’as. 531 The circuít a milë was about, Walled of stone, and ditched all without. Round was the shape, in manner of compáss, Full of degrees, 532 the height of sixty pas, 533 That when a man was set on one degree He letted 534 not his fellow for to see. Eastward there stood a gate of marble white, Westward right such another opposite. And, shortly to concludë, such a place Was never on earth made in so little space, For in the land there was no craftës-man,