Wite what they be that past by this arbere?”
And she ayen answered right friendly;
“My faire doughter, all tho that passed hereby
In white clothing, be servaunts everichone
Unto the Leafe, and I my selfe am one.”
“See ye not her that crowned is,” quoth she,
“All in white?”—“Madame,” quoth I, “yes:”
“That is Diane, goddesse of chastite,
And for because that she a maiden is,
In her hond the braunch she beareth this,