773 This Palamon, as he fought with Arcite, And made his sword deep in his flesh to bite, And by the force of twenty is he take, Unyielding, and is drawn unto the stake. And in the rescue of this Palamon The strongë king Licurgus is borne down: And king Emetrius for all his strength Is borne out of his saddle a sword’s length, So hit him Palamon ere he were take: But all for nought; he was brought to the stake: His hardy heartë might him helpë naught, He must abidë, when that he was caught, By force, and eke by compositión. 774 Who sorroweth now but woful Palamon That must no morë go again to fight? And when that Theseus had seen that sight, Unto the folk that foughtë thus each one, He cried, “Ho! no more, for it is done! I will be truë judge, and not party. Arcite of Thebes shall have Emily, That by his fortune hath her fairly won.” Anon there is a noise of people gone,