The Knight’s Tale

bear, And after was she made the lodëstar: Thus was it painted, I can say no far; Her son is eke a star as men may see. There saw I Danë turn’d into a tree, I meanë not the goddess Dianë, But Peneus’ daughter, which that hight Danë. There saw I Actaeon an hart y-maked, For vengeance that he saw Dian all naked: I saw how that his houndës have him caught, And freten him, for that they knew him not. Yet painted was, a little farthermore How Atalanta hunted the wild boar, And Meleager, and many other mo’, For which Diana wrought them care and woe. There saw I many another wondrous story, The which me list not drawen to memóry. This goddess on an hart full high was set, With smallë houndës all about her feet, And underneath her feet she had a moon, Waxing it was, and shouldë wanë soon. In gaudy green her statue clothed was, With bow in hand, and arrows in a case. Her eyen castë she full low adown, Where Pluto hath his darkë regioun. A woman travailing was her beforn, But, for her child so longë was unborn, Full piteously Lucina gan she call, And saidë; “Help, for thou may’st best of all.” Well could he paintë lifelike that it wrought; With many a florin he the hues had bought. Now be these listës made, and Theseus, That at his greatë cost arrayed thus The temples, and the theatre every deal, When it was done, him liked wonder well. But stint I will of