The nextë hour of Mars follówing this Arcite to the temple walked is Of fiercë Mars, to do his sacrifice With all the ritës of his pagan guise. With piteous 678 heart and high devotión. Right thus to Mars he said his orison. “O strongë god, that in the regnës 679 cold Of Thracë honoured art, and lord y-hold, 680 And hast in every regne, and every land Of armës all the bridle in thine hand, And them fortúnest as thee list devise, 681 Accept of me my piteous sacrifice. If so be that my youthë may deserve, And that my might be worthy for to serve Thy godhead, that I may be one of thine, Then pray I thee to rue upon my pine, 682 For thilkë