For which this emperor had sent anon His senator, with royal ordinance, And other lordës, God wot, many a one, On Syrians to takë high vengeánce: They burn and slay, and bring them to mischance Full many a day: but shortly this is th’ end, Homeward to Rome they shaped them to wend.

This senator repaired with victóry To Romë-ward, sailing full royally, And met the ship driving, as saith the story, In which Constancë sat full piteously: And nothing knew he what she was, nor why She was in such array; nor she will say Of her estate, although that she should dey. 1701

He brought her unto Rome, and to his wife He gave her, and her youngë son also: And with the senator she led her life. Thus can our Lady bringen out of woe Woeful Constance, and many another mo’: And longë time she dwelled in that place, In holy works ever, as was her grace.