text:  Why grutchen we? Why have we heavinesse That good Arcite of chivalry the flour Departed is with dutee and honour Out of this foule prison of this lif? Why grutchen here his cosin and his wif Of his welfare that loven him so wel? Can he hem thank? Nay God wot never a del That both his soule and eke himself offend And yet they mow hir lustres not amend