Allowing it, the Prince and Enid rode,
And fifty knights rode with them, to the shores
Of Severn, and they pass’d to their own land; 45
Where, thinking, that if ever yet was wife
True to her lord, mine shall be so to me,
He compass’d her with sweet observances
And worship, never leaving her, and grew
Forgetful of his promise to the King, 50
Forgetful of the falcon and the hunt,
Forgetful of the tilt and tournament,