667 that thou hast in thee. And Palamon, that hath such love to me, And eke Arcite, that loveth me so sore, This grace I prayë thee withoutë more, As sendë love and peace betwixt them two: And from me turn away their heartës so, That all their hotë love, and their desire, And all their busy torment, and their fire, Be queint, 668 or turn’d into another place. And if so be thou wilt do me no grace, Or if my destiny be shapen so That I shall needës have one of them two, So send me him that most desireth me. Behold, goddess of cleanë chastity, The bitter tears that on my cheekës fall. Since thou art maid, and keeper of us all, My maidenhead thou keep and well conserve, And, while I live, a maid I will thee serve.”