And Fair-Calling, that weel a flane1 could shoot, And Cherishing for to complete her charge XXII. Dame Hameliness she took in company, That hardy was, and heynd2 in archery, And brought dame Beauty to the field again; With all the choice of Venus chivalry They come, and bikkered 3 unabaitedly; The shower of arrows rappèd on as rain, Perilous Presence that many sire has slain, The battle brought on bordour 4 hard us by, The salt 5 was all the sarer sooth to sayen. XXIII. Thick was the shotof grounden 6 dartis keen; And banisht him among the bewis9 green; XXIV. Then was I wounded till the death well near, Then Patience says, Fullest of science and of knowledging, VI. And Prudence in my ear says aye, |