Arviragus with health and great honoúr (As he that was of chivalry the flow’r) Is comë home, and other worthy men. Oh, blissful art thou now, thou Dorigen! Thou hast thy lusty husband in thine arms, The freshë knight, the worthy man of arms, That loveth thee as his own heartë’s life: Nothing list him to be imaginatif 3301 If any wight had spoke, while he was out, To her of love; he had of that no doubt; 3302 He not intended 3303 to no such mattére, But danced, jousted, and made merry cheer. And thus in joy and bliss I let them dwell, And of the sick Aurelius will I tell. In languor and in torment furious Two year and more lay wretch’d Aurelius, Ere any foot on earth he mightë gon; Nor comfort in this timë had he none, Save of his brother, which that was a clerk. 3304