For he Constance hath in his hond,
Which was the confort of his lond.
P. i. 212
For whan that he cam hom ayein,
Ther is no tunge it mihte sein
What joie was that ilke stounde
Of that he hath his qweene founde,
Which ferst was sent of goddes sonde,
Whan sche was drive upon the Stronde,[662]
Be whom the misbelieve of Sinne