Nor there was Syrian that was converted, That of the counsel of the Soudan wot, 1533 That was not all to-hewn, ere he asterted: 1534 And Constance have they ta’en anon foot-hot, 1535 And in a ship all steerëless, 1536 God wot, They have her set, and bid her learn to sail Out of Syria again-ward to Itale. 1537

A certain treasure that she thither lad, 1538 And, sooth to say, of victual great plenty, They have her giv’n, and clothës eke she had, And forth she sailed in the saltë sea: O my Constance, full of benignity, O emperorë’s youngë daughter dear, He that is lord of fortune be thy steer! 1539