herbës precioús and fine of hue, To healë with this hawk; from day to night She did her business, and all her might. And by her beddë’s head she made a mew, And cover’d it with velouettës blue, In sign of truth that is in woman seen; And all without the mew is painted green, In which were painted all these falsë fowls, As be these tidifes, tercëlets, and owls; And piës, on them for to cry and chide, Right for despite were painted them beside.
Thus leave I Canacé her hawk keeping. I will no more as now speak of her ring, Till it come eft to purpose for to sayn How that this falcon got her love again Repentant, as the story telleth us, By mediatión of Camballus, The kingë’s son of which that I you told. But hencëforth I will my process hold To speak of áventures, and of battailes, That yet was never heard so great marvailles. First I will tellë you of Cambuscan, That in his timë many a city wan; And after will I speak of Algarsife, How he won Theodora to his wife, For whom full oft in great períl he was, N’ had he been holpen by the horse of brass. And after will I speak of Camballó, That fought in listës with the brethren two For Canacé, ere that he might her win; And where I left I will again begin. ⋮