And tok this ladi up alofte
And set hire on his schuldre softe,[724] 2220
And in the flod began to wade,[725]
As he which no grucchinge made,
And bar hire over sauf and sound.
Bot whanne he stod on dreie ground
And Hercules was fer behinde,
He sette his trowthe al out of mynde,
Who so therof be lief or loth,
With Deianyre and forth he goth,[726]