Her hairës have they comb’d that lay untress’d 2512 Full rudëly, and with their fingers small A crown upon her head they havë dress’d, And set her full of nouches 2513 great and small: Of her array why should I make a tale? Unneth 2514 the people her knew for her fairnéss, When she transmuted was in such richéss.

The marquis hath her spoused with a ring Brought for the samë cause, and then her set Upon a horse snow-white, and well ambling, And to his palace, ere he longer let 2515 With joyful people, that her led and met, Conveyed her; and thus the day they spend In revel, till the sunnë gan descend.