old: My looking is the father of pestilence. Now weep no more, I shall do diligence That Palamon, that is thine owen knight, Shall have his lady, as thou hast him hight. 712 Though Mars shall help his knight, yet natheless Betwixtë you there must sometime be peace: All be ye not of one complexión, That each day causeth such división, I am thine ayel, 713 ready at thy will; Weep now no more, I shall thy lust 714 fulfil.” Now will I stenten 715 of the gods above, Of Mars, and of Venus, goddess of love, And tellë you as plainly as I can The great effect, for which that I began.