This maid, of which I tell my tale express, She kept herself, her needed no mistréss; For in her living maidens mightë read, As in a book, ev’ry good word and deed That longeth to a maiden virtuous; She was so prudent and so bounteous. For which the fame out sprang on every side Both of her beauty and her bounté 3440 wide: That through the land they praised her each one That loved virtue, save envý alone, That sorry is of other mannë’s weal, And glad is of his sorrow and unheal 3441 ⁠— The Doctor maketh this descriptioún. 3442 ⁠— This maiden on a day went in the town Toward a temple, with her mother dear, As is of youngë maidens the mannére. Now was there then a justice in that town, That governor was of that regioún: