Put in 857 the fire of funeral servíce; Nor how she swooned when she made the fire, Nor what she spake, nor what was her desire; Nor what jewels men in the fire then cast When that the fire was great and burned fast; Nor how some cast their shield, and some their spear, And of their vestiments, which that they wear, And cuppës full of wine, and milk, and blood, Into the fire, that burnt as it were wood; 858 Nor how the Greekës with a hugë rout 859 Three timës riden all the fire about Upon the left hand, with a loud shouting, And thriës with their spearës clattering; And thriës how the ladies gan to cry; Nor how that led was homeward Emily; Nor how Arcite is burnt to ashes cold; Nor how the lykë-wakë 860 was y-hold All thilkë