This Palamon answér’d, and said again: “Cousin, forsooth of this opinión Thou hast a vain imaginatión. This prison caused me not for to cry; But I was hurt right now thorough mine eye Into mine heart; that will my banë 337 be. The fairness of the lady that I see Yond in the garden roaming to and fro, Is cause of all my crying and my woe. I n’ot whe’r 338 she be woman or goddéss. But Venus is it, soothly 339 as I guess.” And therewithal on knees adown he fill, And saidë: “Venus, if it be your will You in this garden thus to transfigúre, Before me sorrowful wretched creatúre, Out of this prison help that we may scape. And if so be our destiny be shape By etern word to dien in prisón,