But by their coat-armoúr, and by their gear, The heralds knew them well in speciál, As those that weren of the blood royál Of Thebes, and of sistren two y-born. 321 Out of the tas the pillers have them torn, And have them carried soft unto the tent Of Theseus, and he full soon them sent To Athens, for to dwellen in prisón Perpetually, he n’oldë no ranson. 322 And when this worthy Duke had thus y-done, He took his host, and home he rit anon With laurel crowned as a conquerour; And there he lived in joy and in honour Term of his life; 323 what needeth wordës mo’? And in a tower, in anguish and in woe, Dwellen this Palamon, and eke Arcite, For evermore, there may no gold them quite. 324