Full oft a day have thilkë 767 Thebans two Together met, and wrought each other woe: Unhorsed hath each other of them tway. 768 There is no tiger in the vale of Galaphay, 769 When that her whelp is stole, when it is lite, 770 So cruel on the hunter, as Arcite For jealous heart upon this Palamon: Nor in Belmarie 771 there is no fell lión, That hunted is, or for his hunger wood, 772 Or for his prey desireth so the blood, As Palamon to slay his foe Arcite. The jealous strokes upon their helmets bite; Out runneth blood on both their sidës red, Sometime an end there is of every deed. For ere the sun unto the restë went, The strongë king Emetrius gan hent