“That pity runneth soon in gentle heart (Feeling his simil’tude in painë’s smart), Is proved every day, as men may see, As well by work as by authority; 3159 For gentle heartë kitheth 3160 gentleness. I see well, that ye have on my distress Compassión, my fairë Canacé, Of very womanly benignity That nature in your princples hath set. But for no hopë for to fare the bet, 3161 But for t’ obey unto your heartë free, And for to make others aware by me, As by the whelp chastis’d 3162 is the lión, Right for that cause and that conclusión, While that I have a leisure and a space, Mine harm I will confessen ere I pace.” 3163 And ever while the one her sorrow told,