For joy of this, so loud and high withal, It seemed that the listës shouldë fall.

What can now fairë Venus do above? What saith she now? what doth this queen of love? But weepeth so, for wanting of her will, Till that her tearës in the listës fill: 775 She said: “I am ashamed doubtëless.” Saturnus saidë: “Daughter, hold thy peace. Mars hath his will, his knight hath all his boon, And by mine head thou shalt be eased 776 soon.”