IV.

Then did Discretion to the squire draw near, And drieth him with a fair cloth and clean, And straightway putteth him the sheets between, Silk, linen, counterpane, and minevere. Think now of this! Until the day was clear, With songs and music and delight the queen, And with new knights, fair fellows well-beseen, To make him perfect, gave him goodly cheer. Then saith she: "Rise forthwith, for now 'tis due, Thou shouldst be born into the world again; Keep well the order thou dost take in view." Unfathomable thoughts with him remain Of that great bond he may no more eschew; Nor can he say, "I'll hide me from this chain."