The trumpeters with the loud minstrelsy, The heralds, that full loudë yell and cry, Be in their joy for weal of Dan 777 Arcite. But hearken me, and stintë noise a lite, 778 What a mirácle there befell anon. This fierce Arcite hath off his helm y-done, And on a courser for to shew his face He pricketh endëlong 779 the largë place, Looking upward upon this Emily; And she again him cast a friendly eye (For women, as to speaken in commúne, 780 They follow all the favour of fortúne), And was all his in cheer, 781 as his in heart. Out of the ground a fire infernal start, From Pluto sent, at réquest of Saturn, For which his horse for fear began to turn,