If that I verily the causes knew Of your disease, 3155 if it lay in my might, I would amend it, ere that it were night, So wisly 3156 help me the great God of kind. 3157 And herbës shall I right enoughë find, To healë with your hurtës hastily.” Then shriek’d this falcon yet more piteously Than ever she did, and fell to ground anon, And lay aswoon, as dead as lies a stone, Till Canacé had in her lap her take, Unto that time she gan of swoon awake: And, after that she out of swoon abraid, 3158 Right in her hawkë’s leden thus she said: