Er it was day, as she was wont to do,
She was arisen and all redy dight,[[43]]
For May wol have no slogardie a-night.
The seson priketh every gentil herte,
And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte,
And sayth, "Arise, and do thin observánce."
This maketh Emelie han remembránce
To dou honoúr to May, and for to rise.
Yclothëd was she fresh for to devise.[[44]]
Hire yelwe here was broided in a tresse