This Theseus, this Duke, this worthy knight, When he had brought them into his citý, And inned 629 them, ev’reach at his degree, He feasteth them, and doth so great laboúr To easen them, 630 and do them all honoúr, That yet men weenë 631 that no mannë’s wit Of none estatë could amenden 632 it. The minstrelsy, the service at the feast, The greatë giftës to the most and least, The rich array of Theseus’ paláce, Nor who sate first or last upon the dais, 633 What ladies fairest be, or best dancing, Or which of them can carol best or sing, Or who most feelingly speaketh of love; What hawkës sitten on the perch above,