3150 pain of hell?” Quoth Canacé unto this hawk above; “Is this for sorrow of death, or loss of love? For, as I trow, 3151 these be the causes two, That causë most a gentle heartë woe. Of other harm it needeth not to speak. For ye yourself upon yourself awreak; 3152 Which proveth well, that either ire or dread 3153 Must be occasion of your cruel deed, Since that I see none other wight you chase. For love of God, as do yourselfë grace, 3154 Or what may be your help? for, west nor east, I never saw ere now no bird nor beast That fared with himself so piteously. Ye slay me with your sorrow verily, I have of you so great compassioún. For Goddë’s love come from the tree adown; And, as I am a kingë’s daughter true,