Who was in sorrow for love of her,
So soon she had great pity for him, [[148]]
For she had the heart so pitiful,
And so sweet and so lovely,
That no one suffered pain about her,
But she would help him all she could.
And she wore a surquanye
Which was of no coarse cloth;
There’s none so rich as far as Arras.
And it was so gathered up, and so joined together,