These oldë women, that be gladly wise, As are her mistresses, answér’d anon, And said; “Madamë, whither will ye gon Thus early? for the folk be all in rest.” “I will,” quoth she, “arisë, for me lest No longer for to sleep, and walk about.” Her mistresses call’d women a great rout, And up they rosë, well a ten or twelve; Up rosë freshë Canacé herselve, As ruddy and bright as is the youngë sun That in the Ram is four degrees y-run; No higher was he, when she ready was; And forth she walked easily a pace, Array’d after the lusty 3128 season swoot, 3129 Lightëly for to play, and walk on foot, Nought but with five or six of her meinie; 3130 And in a trench 3131 forth in the park went she. The vapour, which up from the earthë glode,