That make I mine avow, 646 so ye me help. I keepë not of armës for to yelp, 647 Nor ask I not to-morrow to have victóry, Nor rénown in this case, nor vainë glory Of prize of armës, 648 blowing up and down, But I would have fully possessioun Of Emily, and die in her service; Find thou the manner how, and in what wise. I reckë not but 649 it may better be To have vict’ry of them, or they of me, So that I have my lady in mine arms. For though so be that Mars is god of arms, Your virtue is so great in heaven above, That, if you list, I shall well have my love. Thy temple will I worship evermo’, And on thine altar, where I ride or go, I will do sacrifice, and firës bete.