This fairë kingë’s daughter Canacé, That on her finger bare the quaintë 3146 ring, Through which she understood well every thing That any fowl may in his leden 3147 sayn, And could him answer in his leden again, Hath understoodë what this falcon said, And well-nigh for the ruth 3148 almost she died; And to the tree she went, full hastily, And on this falcon looked piteously, And held her lap abroad, for well she wist The falcon mustë fallë from the twist 3149 When that she swooned next, for lack of blood. A longë while to waitë her she stood, Till at the last she apake in this mannére Unto the hawk, as ye shall after hear. “What is the cause, if it be for to tell, That ye be in this furial