Swelleth the breast of Arcite and the sore Increaseth at his heartë more and more. The clotted blood, for any leachë-craft, 803 Corrupteth and is in his bouk y-laft, 804 That neither veinë-blood nor ventousing, 805 Nor drink of herbës may be his helping. The virtue expulsive or animal, From thilkë virtue called natural, Nor may the venom voidë, nor expel. The pipës of his lungs began to swell, And every lacert 806 in his breast adown Is shent 807 with venom and corruptioún. Him gaineth 808 neither, for to get his life, Vomit upwárd, nor downward laxative; All is to-bursten thilkë región;