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Confessio Amantis
Tales of the Seven Deadly Sins

Incipit Liber Octavus: Part 1

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Que favet ad vicium vetus hec modo regula confert,
     Nec novus e contra qui docet ordo placet.
Cecus amor dudum nondum sua lumina cepit,
     Quo Venus impositum devia fallit iter.

1      The myhti god, which unbegunne
2      Stant of himself and hath begunne
3      Alle othre thinges at his wille, 
4      The hevene him liste to fulfille 
5      Of alle joie, where as he  
6      Sit inthronized in his See,
7      And hath hise Angles him to serve,  
8      Suche as him liketh to preserve, 
9      So that thei mowe noght forsueie:
10     Bot Lucifer he putte aweie,
11     With al the route apostazied  
12     Of hem that ben to him allied,
13     Whiche out of hevene into the helle 
14     From Angles into fendes felle;
15     Wher that ther is no joie of lyht,  
16     Bot more derk than eny nyht
17     The peine schal ben endeles;  
18     And yit of fyres natheles  
19     Ther is plente, bot thei ben blake, 
20     Wherof no syhte mai be take.  
21     Thus whan the thinges ben befalle,  
22     That Luciferes court was falle
23     Wher dedly Pride hem hath conveied, 
24     Anon forthwith it was pourveied  
25     Thurgh him which alle thinges may;
26     He made Adam the sexte day 
27     In Paradis, and to his make
28     Him liketh Eve also to make,  
29     And bad hem cresce and multiplie.
30     For of the mannes Progenie,
31     Which of the womman schal be bore,  
32     The nombre of Angles which was lore,
33     Whan thei out fro the blisse felle, 
34     He thoghte to restore, and felle 
35     In hevene thilke holy place
36     Which stod tho voide upon his grace.
37     Bot as it is wel wiste and knowe,
38     Adam and Eve bot a throwe, 
39     So as it scholde of hem betyde,  
40     In Paradis at thilke tyde  
41     Ne duelten, and the cause why,
42     Write in the bok of Genesi,
43     As who seith, alle men have herd,
44     Hou Raphael the fyri swerd 
45     In honde tok and drof hem oute,  
46     To gete here lyves fode aboute
47     Upon this wofull Erthe hiere. 
48     Metodre seith to this matiere,
49     As he be revelacion  
50     It hadde upon avision,  
51     Hou that Adam and Eve also 
52     Virgines comen bothe tuo
53     Into the world and were aschamed,
54     Til that nature hem hath reclamed
55     To love, and tauht hem thilke lore, 
56     That ferst thei keste, and overmore 
57     Thei don that is to kinde due,
58     Wherof thei hadden fair issue.
59     A Sone was the ferste of alle,
60     And Chain be name thei him calle;
61     Abel was after the secounde,  
62     And in the geste as it is founde,
63     Nature so the cause ladde,  
64     Tuo douhtres ek Dame Eve hadde,  
65     The ferste cleped Calmana  
66     Was, and that other Delbora.  
67     Thus was mankinde to beginne; 
68     Forthi that time it was no Sinne 
69     The Soster forto take hire brother, 
70     Whan that ther was of chois non other: 
71     To Chain was Calmana betake,  
72     And Delboram hath Abel take,  
73     In whom was gete natheles  
74     Of worldes folk the ferste encres.  
75     Men sein that nede hath no lawe, 
76     And so it was be thilke dawe  
77     And laste into the Secounde Age, 
78     Til that the grete water rage,
79     Of Noeh which was seid the flod, 
80     The world, which thanne in Senne stod, 
81     Hath dreint, outake lyves Eyhte. 
82     Tho was mankinde of litel weyhte;
83     Sem, Cham, Japhet, of these thre,
84     That ben the Sones of Noe5,
85     The world of mannes nacion 
86     Into multiplicacion  
87     Was tho restored newe ayein
88     So ferforth, as the bokes sein,  
89     That of hem thre and here issue  
90     Ther was so large a retenue,  
91     Of naciouns seventy and tuo;  
92     In sondri place ech on of tho 
93     The wyde world have enhabited.
94     Bot as nature hem hath excited,  
95     Thei token thanne litel hiede,
96     The brother of the Sosterhiede
97     To wedde wyves, til it cam 
98     Into the time of Habraham. 
99     Whan the thridde Age was begunne,
100    The nede tho was overrunne, 
101    For ther was poeple ynouh in londe: 
102    Thanne ate ferste it cam to honde,  
103    That Sosterhode of mariage 
104    Was torned into cousinage, 
105    So that after the rihte lyne  
106    The Cousin weddeth the cousine.  
107    For Habraham, er that he deide,  
108    This charge upon his servant leide, 
109    To him and in this wise spak, 
110    That he his Sone Isaa5c 
111    Do wedde for no worldes good, 
112    Bot only to his oghne blod:
113    Wherof this Servant, as he bad,  
114    Whan he was ded, his Sone hath lad  
115    To Bathuel, wher he Rebecke
116    Hath wedded with the whyte necke;
117    For sche, he wiste wel and syh,  
118    Was to the child cousine nyh. 
119    And thus as Habraham hath tawht, 
120    Whan Isaa5c was god betawht,  
121    His Sone Jacob dede also,  
122    And of Laban the dowhtres tuo,
123    Which was his Em, he tok to wyve,
124    And gat upon hem in his lyve, 
125    Of hire ferst which hihte Lie,
126    Sex Sones of his Progenie, 
127    And of Rachel tuo Sones eke:  
128    The remenant was forto seke,  
129    That is to sein of foure mo,  
130    Wherof he gat on Bala tuo, 
131    And of Zelpha he hadde ek tweie. 
132    And these tuelve, as I thee seie,
133    Thurgh providence of god himselve
134    Ben seid the Patriarkes tuelve;  
135    Of whom, as afterward befell, 
136    The tribes tuelve of Irahel
137    Engendred were, and ben the same 
138    That of Hebreus tho hadden name, 
139    Which of Sibrede in alliance
140    For evere kepten thilke usance
141    Most comunly, til Crist was bore.
142    Bot afterward it was forbore  
143    Amonges ous that ben baptized;
144    For of the lawe canonized  
145    The Pope hath bede to the men,
146    That non schal wedden of his ken 
147    Ne the seconde ne the thridde.
148    Bot thogh that holy cherche it bidde,  
149    So to restreigne Mariage,  
150    Ther ben yit upon loves Rage  
151    Full manye of suche nou aday  
152    That taken wher thei take may.
153    For love, which is unbesein
154    Of alle reson, as men sein,
155    Thurgh sotie and thurgh nycete,  
156    Of his voluptuosite  
157    He spareth no condicion 
158    Of ken ne yit religion, 
159    Bot as a cock among the Hennes,  
160    Or as a Stalon in the Fennes, 
161    Which goth amonges al the Stod,  
162    Riht so can he nomore good,
163    Bot takth what thing comth next to honde. 
164    Mi Sone, thou schalt understonde,
165    That such delit is forto blame.  
166    Forthi if thou hast be the same  
167    To love in eny such manere,
168    Tell forth therof and schrif thee hiere.  
169    Mi fader, nay, god wot the sothe,
170    Mi feire is noght of such a bothe,  
171    So wylde a man yit was I nevere, 
172    That of mi ken or lief or levere 
173    Me liste love in such a wise: 
174    And ek I not for what emprise 
175    I scholde assote upon a Nonne,
176    For thogh I hadde hir love wonne,
177    It myhte into no pris amonte,  
178    So therof sette I non acompte.
179    Ye mai wel axe of this and that, 
180    Bot sothli forto telle plat,  
181    In al this world ther is bot on  
182    The which myn herte hath overgon;
183    I am toward alle othre fre.
184    Full wel, mi Sone, nou I see  
185    Thi word stant evere upon o place,  
186    Bot yit therof thou hast a grace,
187    That thou thee myht so wel excuse
188    Of love such as som men use,  
189    So as I spak of now tofore.
190    For al such time of love is lore,
191    And lich unto the bitterswete;
192    For thogh it thenke a man ferst swete, 
193    He schal wel fielen ate laste 
194    That it is sour and may noght laste.
195    For as a morsell envenimed,
196    So hath such love his lust mistimed,
197    And grete ensamples manyon 
198    A man mai finde therupon.  
199    At Rome ferst if we beginne,  
200    Ther schal I finde hou of this sinne
201    An Emperour was forto blame,  
202    Gayus Caligula be name, 
203    Which of his oghne Sostres thre  
204    Berefte the virginite:  
205    And whanne he hadde hem so forlein, 
206    As he the which was al vilein,
207    He dede hem out of londe exile.  
208    Bot afterward withinne a while
209    God hath beraft him in his ire
210    His lif and ek his large empire: 
211    And thus for likinge of a throwe 
212    For evere his lust was overthrowe.  
213    Of this sotie also I finde,
214    Amon his Soster ayein kinde,  
215    Which hihte Thamar, he forlay;
216    Bot he that lust an other day 
217    Aboghte, whan that Absolon 
218    His oghne brother therupon,
219    Of that he hadde his Soster schent, 
220    Tok of that Senne vengement
221    And slowh him with his oghne hond:  
222    And thus thunkinde unkinde fond. 
223    And forto se more of this thing, 
224    The bible makth a knowleching,
225    Wherof thou miht take evidence
226    Upon the sothe experience. 
227    Whan Lothes wif was overgon
228    And schape into the salte Ston,  
229    As it is spoke into this day, 
230    Be bothe hise dowhtres thanne he lay,  
231    With childe and made hem bothe grete,  
232    Til that nature hem wolde lete,  
233    And so the cause aboute ladde 
234    That ech of hem a Sone hadde, 
235    Moab the ferste, and the seconde 
236    Amon, of whiche, as it is founde,
237    Cam afterward to gret encres  
238    Tuo nacions: and natheles, 
239    For that the stockes were ungoode,  
240    The branches mihten noght be goode; 
241    For of the false Moabites  
242    Forth with the strengthe of Amonites,  
243    Of that thei weren ferst misgete,
244    The poeple of god was ofte upsete
245    In Irahel and in Judee, 
246    As in the bible a man mai se. 
247    Lo thus, my Sone, as I thee seie,
248    Thou miht thiselve be beseie  
249    Of that thou hast of othre herd:
250    For evere yit it hath so ferd,
251    Of loves lust if so befalle
252    That it in other place falle  
253    Than it is of the lawe set,
254    He which his love hath so beset  
255    Mote afterward repente him sore. 
256    And every man is othres lore; 
257    Of that befell in time er this
258    The present time which now is 
259    May ben enformed hou it stod, 
260    And take that him thenketh good, 
261    And leve that which is noght so. 
262    Bot forto loke of time go, 
263    Hou lust of love excedeth lawe,  
264    It oghte forto be withdrawe;  
265    For every man it scholde drede,  
266    And nameliche in his Sibrede, 
267    Which torneth ofte to vengance:  
268    Wherof a tale in remembrance, 
269    Which is a long process to hiere,
270    I thenke forto tellen hiere.  
271    Of a Cronique in daies gon,
272    The which is cleped Pantheon, 
273    In loves cause I rede thus,
274    Hou that the grete Antiochus, 
275    Of whom that Antioche tok  
276    His ferste name, as seith the bok,  
277    Was coupled to a noble queene,
278    And hadde a dowhter hem betwene: 
279    Bot such fortune cam to honde,
280    That deth, which no king mai withstonde,  
281    Bot every lif it mote obeie,  
282    This worthi queene tok aweie.  
283    The king, which made mochel mone,
284    Tho stod, as who seith, al him one  
285    Withoute wif, bot natheles 
286    His doghter, which was piereles  
287    Of beaute, duelte aboute him stille.
288    Bot whanne a man hath welthe at wille, 
289    The fleissh is frele and falleth ofte, 
290    And that this maide tendre and softe,  
291    Which in hire fadres chambres duelte,  
292    Withinne a time wiste and felte: 
293    For likinge and concupiscence 
294    Withoute insihte of conscience
295    The fader so with lustes blente, 
296    That he caste al his hole entente
297    His oghne doghter forto spille.  
298    This king hath leisir at his wille  
299    With strengthe, and whanne he time sih,
300    This yonge maiden he forlih:  
301    And sche was tendre and full of drede, 
302    Sche couthe noght hir Maidenhede 
303    Defende, and thus sche hath forlore 
304    The flour which she hath longe bore.
305    It helpeth noght althogh sche wepe, 
306    For thei that scholde hir bodi kepe 
307    Of wommen were absent as thanne; 
308    And thus this maiden goth to manne, 
309    The wylde fader thus devoureth
310    His oghne fleissh, which non socoureth,
311    And that was cause of mochel care.  
312    Bot after this unkinde fare
313    Out of the chambre goth the king,
314    And sche lay stille, and of this thing,
315    Withinne hirself such sorghe made,  
316    Ther was no wiht that mihte hir glade, 
317    For feere of thilke horrible vice.  
318    With that cam inne the Norrice
319    Which fro childhode hire hadde kept, 
320    And axeth if sche hadde slept,
321    And why hire chiere was unglad.  
322    Bot sche, which hath ben overlad 
323    Of that sche myhte noght be wreke,  
324    For schame couthe unethes speke; 
325    And natheles mercy sche preide
326    With wepende yhe and thus sche seide:  
327    "Helas, mi Soster, waileway,  
328    That evere I sih this ilke day!  
329    Thing which mi bodi ferst begat  
330    Into this world, onliche that 
331    Mi worldes worschipe hath bereft."  
332    With that sche swouneth now and eft,
333    And evere wissheth after deth,
334    So that welnyh hire lacketh breth.  
335    That other, which hire wordes herde,
336    In confortinge of hire ansuerde, 
337    To lette hire fadres fol desir
338    Sche wiste no recoverir:
339    Whan thing is do, ther is no bote,  
340    So suffren thei that suffre mote;
341    Ther was non other which it wiste.  
342    Thus hath this king al that him liste  
343    Of his likinge and his plesance, 
344    And laste in such continuance,
345    And such delit he tok therinne,  
346    Him thoghte that it was no Sinne;
347    And sche dorste him nothing withseie.  
348    Bot fame, which goth every weie, 
349    To sondry regnes al aboute 
350    The grete beaute telleth oute 
351    Of such a maide of hih parage:
352    So that for love of mariage
353    The worthi Princes come and sende,  
354    As thei the whiche al honour wende, 
355    And knewe nothing hou it stod.
356    The fader, whanne he understod,  
357    That thei his dowhter thus besoghte, 
358    With al his wit he caste and thoghte
359    Hou that he myhte finde a lette; 
360    And such a Statut thanne he sette,  
361    And in this wise his lawe he taxeth,
362    That what man that his doghter axeth,  
363    Bot if he couthe his question 
364    Assoile upon suggestion 
365    Of certein thinges that befelle, 
366    The whiche he wolde unto him telle, 
367    He scholde in certein lese his hed. 
368    And thus ther weren manye ded,
369    Here hevedes stondende on the gate, 
370    Till ate laste longe and late,
371    For lacke of ansuere in the wise,
372    The remenant that weren wise  
373    Eschuieden to make assay.  
374    Til it befell upon a day
375    Appolinus the Prince of Tyr,  
376    Which hath to love a gret desir, 
377    As he which in his hihe mod
378    Was likende of his hote blod, 
379    A yong, a freissh, a lusti knyht,
380    As he lai musende on a nyht
381    Of the tidinges whiche he herde, 
382    He thoghte assaie hou that it ferde.
383    He was with worthi compainie  
384    Arraied, and with good navie  
385    To schipe he goth, the wynd him dryveth,  
386    And seileth, til that he arryveth:  
387    Sauf in the port of Antioche  
388    He londeth, and goth to aproche  
389    The kinges Court and his presence.  
390    Of every naturel science,  
391    Which eny clerk him couthe teche,
392    He couthe ynowh, and in his speche  
393    Of wordes he was eloquent; 
394    And whanne he sih the king present, 
395    He preith he moste his dowhter have. 
396    The king ayein began to crave,
397    And tolde him the condicion,  
398    Hou ferst unto his question
399    He mote ansuere and faile noght, 
400    Or with his heved it schal be boght:
401    And he him axeth what it was. 
402    The king declareth him the cas
403    With sturne lok and sturdi chiere,  
404    To him and seide in this manere: 
405    "With felonie I am upbore, 
406    I ete and have it noght forbore  
407    Mi modres fleissh, whos housebonde  
408    Mi fader forto seche I fonde, 
409    Which is the Sone ek of my wif.  
410    Hierof I am inquisitif; 
411    And who that can mi tale save,
412    Al quyt he schal my doghter have;
413    Of his ansuere and if he faile,  
414    He schal be ded withoute faile.  
415    Forthi my Sone," quod the king,  
416    "Be wel avised of this thing, 
417    Which hath thi lif in jeupartie."
418    Appolinus for his partie,  
419    Whan he this question hath herd, 
420    Unto the king he hath ansuerd 
421    And hath rehersed on and on
422    The pointz, and seide therupon:  
423    "The question which thou hast spoke,
424    If thou wolt that it be unloke,  
425    It toucheth al the privete 
426    Betwen thin oghne child and thee,
427    And stant al hol upon you tuo."  
428    The king was wonder sory tho, 
429    And thoghte, if that he seide it oute, 
430    Than were he schamed al aboute.  
431    With slihe wordes and with felle 
432    He seith, "Mi Sone, I schal thee telle, 
433    Though that thou be of litel wit,
434    It is no gret merveile as yit,
435    Thin age mai it noght suffise:
436    Bot loke wel thou noght despise  
437    Thin oghne lif, for of my grace  
438    Of thretty daies fulle a space
439    I grante thee, to ben avised."
440    And thus with leve and time assised 
441    This yonge Prince forth he wente,
442    And understod wel what it mente, 
443    Withinne his herte as he was lered, 
444    That forto maken him afered
445    The king his time hath so deslaied. 
446    Wherof he dradde and was esmaied,
447    Of treson that he deie scholde,  
448    For he the king his sothe tolde; 
449    And sodeinly the nyhtes tyde, 
450    That more wolde he noght abide,  
451    Al prively his barge he hente 
452    And hom ayein to Tyr he wente:
453    And in his oghne wit he seide 
454    For drede, if he the king bewreide, 
455    He knew so wel the kinges herte, 
456    That deth ne scholde he noght asterte, 
457    The king him wolde so poursuie.  
458    Bot he, that wolde his deth eschuie,
459    And knew al this tofor the hond, 
460    Forsake he thoghte his oghne lond,  
461    That there wolde he noght abyde; 
462    For wel he knew that on som syde 
463    This tirant of his felonie 
464    Be som manere of tricherie 
465    To grieve his bodi wol noght leve.  
466    Forthi withoute take leve, 
467    Als priveliche as evere he myhte,
468    He goth him to the See be nyhte  
469    In Schipes that be whete laden:
470    Here takel redy tho thei maden
471    And hale up Seil and forth thei fare.  
472    Bot forto tellen of the care  
473    That thei of Tyr begonne tho, 
474    Whan that thei wiste he was ago, 
475    It is a Pite forto hiere.  
476    They losten lust, they losten chiere,  
477    Thei toke upon hem such penaunce,
478    Ther was no song, ther was no daunce,  
479    Bot every merthe and melodie  
480    To hem was thanne a maladie;  
481    For unlust of that aventure
482    Ther was noman which tok tonsure,
483    In doelful clothes thei hem clothe, 
484    The bathes and the Stwes bothe
485    Thei schetten in be every weie;  
486    There was no lif which leste pleie  
487    Ne take of eny joie kepe,  
488    Bot for here liege lord to wepe; 
489    And every wyht seide as he couthe,  
490    "Helas, the lusti flour of youthe,  
491    Our Prince, oure heved, our governour, 
492    Thurgh whom we stoden in honour, 
493    Withoute the comun assent  
494    Thus sodeinliche is fro ous went!"  
495    Such was the clamour of hem alle.
496    Bot se we now what is befalle 
497    Upon the ferste tale plein,
498    And torne we therto ayein. 
499    Antiochus the grete Sire,  
500    Which full of rancour and of ire 
501    His herte berth, so as ye herde, 
502    Of that this Prince of Tyr ansuerde,
503    He hadde a feloun bacheler,
504    Which was his prive consailer,
505    And Taliart be name he hihte:  
506    The king a strong puison him dihte  
507    Withinne a buiste and gold therto,  
508    In alle haste and bad him go  
509    Strawht unto Tyr, and for no cost
510    Ne spare he, til he hadde lost
511    The Prince which he wolde spille.
512    And whan the king hath seid his wille, 
513    This Taliart in a Galeie
514    With alle haste he tok his weie: 
515    The wynd was good, he saileth blyve,
516    Til he tok lond upon the ryve 
517    Of Tyr, and forth with al anon
518    Into the Burgh he gan to gon, 
519    And tok his In and bod a throwe. 
520    Bot for he wolde noght be knowe, 
521    Desguised thanne he goth him oute;  
522    He sih the wepinge al aboute, 
523    And axeth what the cause was, 
524    And thei him tolden al the cas,  
525    How sodeinli the Prince is go.
526    And whan he sih that it was so,  
527    And that his labour was in vein, 
528    Anon he torneth hom ayein, 
529    And to the king, whan he cam nyh,
530    He tolde of that he herde and syh,  
531    Hou that the Prince of Tyr is fled, 
532    So was he come ayein unsped.  
533    The king was sori for a while,
534    Bot whan he sih that with no wyle
535    He myhte achieve his crualte, 
536    He stinte his wraththe and let him be. 
537    Bot over this now forto telle 
538    Of aventures that befelle  
539    Unto this Prince of whom I tolde,
540    He hath his rihte cours forth holde 
541    Be Ston and nedle, til he cam 
542    To Tharse, and there his lond he nam.  
543    A Burgeis riche of gold and fee
544    Was thilke time in that cite, 
545    Which cleped was Strangulio,  
546    His wif was Dionise also:  
547    This yonge Prince, as seith the bok,
548    With hem his herbergage tok;  
549    And it befell that Cite so 
550    Before time and thanne also,  
551    Thurgh strong famyne which hem ladde
552    Was non that eny whete hadde. 
553    Appolinus, whan that he herde 
554    The meschief, hou the cite ferde,
555    Al freliche of his oghne yifte
556    His whete, among hem forto schifte, 
557    The which be Schipe he hadde broght,
558    He yaf, and tok of hem riht noght.  
559    Bot sithen ferst this world began,  
560    Was nevere yit to such a man  
561    Mor joie mad than thei him made: 
562    For thei were alle of him so glade, 
563    That thei for evere in remembrance  
564    Made a figure in resemblance  
565    Of him, and in the comun place
566    Thei sette him up, so that his face 
567    Mihte every maner man beholde,
568    So as the cite was beholde;
569    It was of latoun overgilt: 
570    Thus hath he noght his yifte spilt. 
571    Upon a time with his route 
572    This lord to pleie goth him oute,
573    And in his weie of Tyr he mette  
574    A man, the which on knees him grette,  
575    And Hellican be name he hihte,
576    Which preide his lord to have insihte  
577    Upon himself, and seide him thus,
578    Hou that the grete Antiochus
579    Awaiteth if he mihte him spille. 
580    That other thoghte and hield him stille,  
581    And thonked him of his warnynge, 
582    And bad him telle no tidinge, 
583    Whan he to Tyr cam hom ayein, 
584    That he in Tharse him hadde sein.
585    Fortune hath evere be muable  
586    And mai no while stonde stable:  
587    For now it hiheth, now it loweth,
588    Now stant upriht, now overthroweth, 
589    Now full of blisse and now of bale, 
590    As in the tellinge of mi tale 
591    Hierafterward a man mai liere,
592    Which is gret routhe forto hiere.
593    This lord, which wolde don his beste,  
594    Withinne himself hath litel reste,  
595    And thoghte he wolde his place change  
596    And seche a contre more strange. 
597    Of Tharsiens his leve anon 
598    He tok, and is to Schipe gon: 
599    His cours he nam with Seil updrawe, 
600    Where as fortune doth the lawe,  
601    And scheweth, as I schal reherse,
602    How sche was to this lord diverse,  
603    The which upon the See sche ferketh.
604    The wynd aros, the weder derketh,
605    It blew and made such tempeste,  
606    Non ancher mai the schip areste, 
607    Which hath tobroken al his gere; 
608    The Schipmen stode in such a feere, 
609    Was non that myhte himself bestere, 
610    Bot evere awaite upon the lere,  
611    Whan that thei scholde drenche at ones.
612    Ther was ynowh withinne wones 
613    Of wepinge and of sorghe tho; 
614    This yonge king makth mochel wo  
615    So forto se the Schip travaile:  
616    Bot al that myhte him noght availe;  
617    The mast tobrak, the Seil torof, 
618    The Schip upon the wawes drof,
619    Til that thei sihe a londes cooste. 
620    Tho made avou the leste and moste,  
621    Be so thei myhten come alonde;
622    Bot he which hath the See on honde, 
623    Neptunus, wolde noght acorde, 
624    Bot altobroke cable and corde,
625    Er thei to londe myhte aproche,  
626    The Schip toclef upon a roche,
627    And al goth doun into the depe.  
628    Bot he that alle thing mai kepe  
629    Unto this lord was merciable, 
630    And broghte him sauf upon a table,  
631    Which to the lond him hath upbore;  
632    The remenant was al forlore,  
633    Wherof he made mochel mone.
634    Thus was this yonge lord him one,
635    Al naked in a povere plit: 
636    His colour, which whilom was whyt,  
637    Was thanne of water fade and pale,  
638    And ek he was so sore acale
639    That he wiste of himself no bote,
640    It halp him nothing forto mote
641    To gete ayein that he hath lore. 
642    Bot sche which hath his deth forbore,  
643    Fortune, thogh sche wol noght yelpe,
644    Al sodeinly hath sent him helpe, 
645    Whanne him thoghte alle grace aweie;
646    Ther cam a Fisshere in the weie, 
647    And sih a man ther naked stonde, 
648    And whan that he hath understonde
649    The cause, he hath of him gret routhe, 
650    And onliche of his povere trouthe
651    Of suche clothes as he hadde  
652    With gret Pite this lord he cladde.  
653    And he him thonketh as he scholde,  
654    And seith him that it schal be yolde,  
655    If evere he gete his stat ayein, 
656    And preide that he wolde him sein
657    If nyh were eny toun for him. 
658    He seide, "Yee, Pentapolim,
659    Wher bothe king and queene duellen."
660    Whanne he this tale herde tellen,
661    He gladeth him and gan beseche
662    That he the weie him wolde teche:
663    And he him taghte; and forth he wente  
664    And preide god with good entente 
665    To sende him joie after his sorwe.  
666    It was noght passed yit Midmorwe,
667    Whan thiderward his weie he nam, 
668    Wher sone upon the Non he cam.
669    He eet such as he myhte gete, 
670    And forth anon, whan he hadde ete,  
671    He goth to se the toun aboute,
672    And cam ther as he fond a route  
673    Of yonge lusti men withalle;  
674    And as it scholde tho befalle,
675    That day was set of such assisse,
676    That thei scholde in the londes guise, 
677    As he herde of the poeple seie,  
678    Here comun game thanne pleie; 
679    And crid was that thei scholden come
680    Unto the gamen alle and some  
681    Of hem that ben delivere and wyhte, 
682    To do such maistrie as thei myhte.  
683    Thei made hem naked as thei scholde,
684    For so that ilke game wolde,  
685    As it was tho custume and us, 
686    Amonges hem was no refus:  
687    The flour of al the toun was there  
688    And of the court also ther were, 
689    And that was in a large place  
690    Riht evene afore the kinges face,
691    Which Artestrathes thanne hihte. 
692    The pley was pleid riht in his sihte,  
693    And who most worthi was of dede  
694    Receive he scholde a certein mede
695    And in the cite bere a pris.  
696    Appolinus, which war and wys  
697    Of every game couthe an ende, 
698    He thoghte assaie, hou so it wende, 
699    And fell among hem into game: 
700    And there he wan him such a name,
701    So as the king himself acompteth 
702    That he alle othre men surmonteth,  
703    And bar the pris above hem alle. 
704    The king bad that into his halle 
705    At Souper time he schal be broght;  
706    And he cam thanne and lefte it noght,  
707    Withoute compaignie al one:
708    Was non so semlich of persone,
709    Of visage and of limes bothe, 
710    If that he hadde what to clothe. 
711    At Soupertime natheles  
712    The king amiddes al the pres  
713    Let clepe him up among hem alle, 
714    And bad his Mareschall of halle  
715    To setten him in such degre
716    That he upon him myhte se. 
717    The king was sone set and served,
718    And he, which hath his pris deserved
719    After the kinges oghne word,  
720    Was mad beginne a Middel bord,
721    That bothe king and queene him sihe.
722    He sat and caste aboute his yhe  
723    And sih the lordes in astat,  
724    And with himself wax in debat 
725    Thenkende what he hadde lore,  
726    And such a sorwe he tok therfore,
727    That he sat evere stille and thoghte,  
728    As he which of no mete roghte.
729    The king behield his hevynesse,  
730    And of his grete gentillesse  
731    His doghter, which was fair and good
732    And ate bord before him stod, 
733    As it was thilke time usage,  
734    He bad to gon on his message  
735    And fonde forto make him glad.
736    And sche dede as hire fader bad, 
737    And goth to him the softe pas 
738    And axeth whenne and what he was,
739    And preith he scholde his thoghtes leve.  
740    He seith, "Ma Dame, be your leve 
741    Mi name is hote Appolinus, 
742    And of mi richesse it is thus,
743    Upon the See I have it lore.  
744    The contre wher as I was bore,
745    Wher that my lond is and mi rente,  
746    I lefte at Tyr, whan that I wente:  
747    The worschipe of this worldes aghte,
748    Unto the god ther I betaghte."
749    And thus togedre as thei tuo speeke,
750    The teres runne be his cheeke.
751    The king, which therof tok good kepe,  
752    Hath gret Pite to sen him wepe,  
753    And for his doghter sende ayein, 
754    And preide hir faire and gan to sein
755    That sche no lengere wolde drecche, 
756    Bot that sche wolde anon forth fecche  
757    Hire harpe and don al that sche can 
758    To glade with that sory man.  
759    And sche to don hir fader heste  
760    Hir harpe fette, and in the feste
761    Upon a Chaier which thei fette
762    Hirself next to this man sche sette: 
763    With harpe bothe and ek with mouthe 
764    To him sche dede al that sche couthe
765    To make him chiere, and evere he siketh,  
766    And sche him axeth hou him liketh.  
767    "Ma dame, certes wel," he seide, 
768    "Bot if ye the mesure pleide  
769    Which, if you list, I schal you liere, 
770    It were a glad thing forto hiere."  
771    "Ha, lieve sire," tho quod sche, 
772    "Now tak the harpe and let me se 
773    Of what mesure that ye mene." 
774    Tho preith the king, tho preith the queene,  
775    Forth with the lordes alle arewe,
776    That he som merthe wolde schewe; 
777    He takth the Harpe and in his wise  
778    He tempreth, and of such assise  
779    Singende he harpeth forth withal,
780    That as a vois celestial
781    Hem thoghte it souneth in here Ere, 
782    As thogh that he an Angel were.  
783    Thei gladen of his melodie,
784    Bot most of alle the compainie
785    The kinges doghter, which it herde, 
786    And thoghte ek hou that he ansuerde,
787    Whan that he was of hire opposed,
788    Withinne hir herte hath wel supposed
789    That he is of gret gentilesse.
790    Hise dedes ben therof witnesse
791    Forth with the wisdom of his lore;  
792    It nedeth noght to seche more,
793    He myhte noght have such manere, 
794    Of gentil blod bot if he were.
795    Whanne he hath harped al his fille, 
796    The kinges heste to fulfille, 
797    Awey goth dissh, awey goth cuppe,
798    Doun goth the bord, the cloth was uppe,
799    Thei risen and gon out of halle.  
800    The king his chamberlein let calle, 
801    And bad that he be alle weie  
802    A chambre for this man pourveie, 
803    Which nyh his oghne chambre be.  
804    "It schal be do, mi lord," quod he. 
805    Appolinus of whom I mene
806    Tho tok his leve of king and queene 
807    And of the worthi Maide also, 
808    Which preide unto hir fader tho, 
809    That sche myhte of that yonge man
810    Of tho sciences whiche he can 
811    His lore have; and in this wise  
812    The king hir granteth his aprise,
813    So that himself therto assente.  
814    Thus was acorded er thei wente,  
815    That he with al that evere he may
816    This yonge faire freisshe May 
817    Of that he couthe scholde enforme;  
818    And full assented in this forme  
819    Thei token leve as for that nyht.
820    And whanne it was amorwe lyht,
821    Unto this yonge man of Tyr 
822    Of clothes and of good atir
823    With gold and Selver to despende 
824    This worthi yonge lady sende: 
825    And thus sche made him wel at ese,  
826    And he with al that he can plese 
827    Hire serveth wel and faire ayein.
828    He tawhte hir til sche was certein  
829    Of Harpe, of Citole and of Rote, 
830    With many a tun and many a note  
831    Upon Musique, upon mesure, 
832    And of hire Harpe the temprure
833    He tawhte hire ek, as he wel couthe.
834    Bot as men sein that frele is youthe,  
835    With leisir and continuance
836    This Mayde fell upon a chance, 
837    That love hath mad him a querele 
838    Ayein hire youthe freissh and frele,
839    That malgre wher sche wole or noght,
840    Sche mot with al hire hertes thoght 
841    To love and to his lawe obeie;
842    And that sche schal ful sore abeie. 
843    For sche wot nevere what it is,  
844    Bot evere among sche fieleth this:  
845    Thenkende upon this man of Tyr,  
846    Hire herte is hot as eny fyr, 
847    And otherwhile it is acale;
848    Now is sche red, nou is sche pale
849    Riht after the condicion
850    Of hire ymaginacion; 
851    Bot evere among hire thoghtes alle, 
852    Sche thoghte, what so mai befalle,  
853    Or that sche lawhe, or that sche wepe, 
854    Sche wolde hire goode name kepe  
855    For feere of wommanysshe schame. 
856    Bot what in ernest and in game,  
857    Sche stant for love in such a plit, 
858    That sche hath lost al appetit
859    Of mete, of drinke, of nyhtes reste,
860    As sche that not what is the beste; 
861    Bot forto thenken al hir fille
862    Sche hield hire ofte times stille
863    Withinne hir chambre, and goth noght oute:
864    The king was of hire lif in doute,  
865    Which wiste nothing what it mente.  
866    Bot fell a time, as he out wente 
867    To walke, of Princes Sones thre  
868    Ther come and felle to his kne;  
869    And ech of hem in sondri wise 
870    Besoghte and profreth his servise,  
871    So that he myhte his doghter have.  
872    The king, which wolde his honour save,  
873    Seith sche is siek, and of that speche 
874    Tho was no time to beseche;
875    Bot ech of hem do make a bille
876    He bad, and wryte his oghne wille,  
877    His name, his fader and his good;
878    And whan sche wiste hou that it stod,  
879    And hadde here billes oversein,  
880    Thei scholden have ansuere ayein.
881    Of this conseil thei weren glad, 
882    And writen as the king hem bad,  
883    And every man his oghne bok
884    Into the kinges hond betok,
885    And he it to his dowhter sende,  
886    And preide hir forto make an ende
887    And wryte ayein hire oghne hond, 
888    Riht as sche in hire herte fond. 
889    The billes weren wel received,
890    Bot sche hath alle here loves weyved,  
891    And thoghte tho was time and space  
892    To put hire in hir fader grace,  
893    And wrot ayein and thus sche saide: 
894    "The schame which is in a Maide  
895    With speche dar noght ben unloke,
896    Bot in writinge it mai be spoke; 
897    So wryte I to you, fader, thus:  
898    Bot if I have Appolinus,
899    Of al this world, what so betyde,
900    I wol non other man abide. 
901    And certes if I of him faile, 
902    I wot riht wel withoute faile 
903    Ye schull for me be dowhterles." 
904    This lettre cam, and ther was press 
905    Tofore the king, ther as he stod;
906    And whan that he it understod,
907    He yaf hem ansuer by and by,  
908    Bot that was do so prively,
909    That non of othres conseil wiste.
910    Thei toke her leve, and wher hem liste 
911    Thei wente forth upon here weie.  
912    The king ne wolde noght bewreie  
913    The conseil for no maner hihe,
914    Bot soffreth til he time sihe:
915    And whan that he to chambre is come,
916    He hath unto his conseil nome 
917    This man of Tyr, and let him se  
918    The lettre and al the privete,
919    The which his dowhter to him sente: 
920    And he his kne to grounde bente  
921    And thonketh him and hire also,  
922    And er thei wenten thanne atuo,  
923    With good herte and with good corage
924    Of full Love and full mariage 
925    The king and he ben hol acorded. 
926    And after, whanne it was recorded
927    Unto the dowhter hou it stod, 
928    The yifte of al this worldes good
929    Ne scholde have mad hir half so blythe:
930    And forth withal the king als swithe,  
931    For he wol have hire good assent,
932    Hath for the queene hir moder sent. 
933    The queene is come, and whan sche herde
934    Of this matiere hou that it ferde,  
935    Sche syh debat, sche syh desese, 
936    Bot if sche wolde hir dowhter plese,
937    And is therto assented full.  
938    Which is a dede wonderfull,
939    For noman knew the sothe cas  
940    Bot he himself, what man he was; 
941    And natheles, so as hem thoghte, 
942    Hise dedes to the sothe wroghte  
943    That he was come of gentil blod: 
944    Him lacketh noght bot worldes good, 
945    And as therof is no despeir,  
946    For sche schal ben hire fader heir, 
947    And he was able to governe.
948    Thus wol thei noght the love werne  
949    Of him and hire in none wise,  
950    Bot ther acorded thei divise  
951    The day and time of Mariage.  
952    Wher love is lord of the corage, 
953    Him thenketh longe er that he spede;
954    Bot ate laste unto the dede
955    The time is come, and in her wise
956    With gret offrende and sacrifise 
957    Thei wedde and make a riche feste,  
958    And every thing which was honeste
959    Withinnen house and ek withoute  
960    It was so don, that al aboute 
961    Of gret worschipe, of gret noblesse 
962    Ther cride many a man largesse
963    Unto the lordes hihe and loude;  
964    The knyhtes that ben yonge and proude, 
965    Thei jouste ferst and after daunce. 
966    The day is go, the nyhtes chaunce
967    Hath derked al the bryhte Sonne; 
968    This lord, which hath his love wonne,  
969    Is go to bedde with his wif,  
970    Wher as thei ladde a lusti lif,  
971    And that was after somdel sene,  
972    For as thei pleiden hem betwene, 
973    Thei gete a child betwen hem tuo,
974    To whom fell after mochel wo. 
975    Now have I told of the spousailes.  
976    Bot forto speke of the mervailes 
977    Whiche afterward to hem befelle, 
978    It is a wonder forto telle.
979    It fell adai thei riden oute, 
980    The king and queene and al the route,  
981    To pleien hem upon the stronde,  
982    Wher as thei sen toward the londe
983    A Schip sailende of gret array.  
984    To knowe what it mene may,  
985    Til it be come thei abide; 
986    Than sen thei stonde on every side, 
987    Endlong the schipes bord to schewe, 
988    Of Penonceals a riche rewe.
989    Thei axen when the ship is come: 
990    Fro Tyr, anon ansuerde some,  
991    And over this thei seiden more
992    The cause why thei comen fore 
993    Was forto seche and forto finde  
994    Appolinus, which was of kinde 
995    Her liege lord: and he appiereth,
996    And of the tale which he hiereth 
997    He was riht glad; for thei him tolde,  
998    That for vengance, as god it wolde, 
999    Antiochus, as men mai wite,
1000   With thondre and lyhthnynge is forsmite;  
1001   His doghter hath the same chaunce,  
1002   So be thei bothe in o balance.
1003   "Forthi, oure liege lord, we seie
1004   In name of al the lond, and preie,  
1005   That left al other thing to done,
1006   It like you to come sone
1007   And se youre oghne liege men  
1008   With othre that ben of youre ken,
1009   That live in longinge and desir  
1010   Til ye be come ayein to Tyr." 
1011   This tale after the king it hadde
1012   Pentapolim al overspradde, 
1013   Ther was no joie forto seche; 
1014   For every man it hadde in speche 
1015   And seiden alle of on acord,  
1016   "A worthi king schal ben oure lord: 
1017   That thoghte ous ferst an hevinesse 
1018   Is schape ous now to gret gladnesse."  
1019   Thus goth the tidinge overal. 
1020   Bot nede he mot, that nede schal:
1021   Appolinus his leve tok, 
1022   To god and al the lond betok
1023   With al the poeple long and brod,
1024   That he no lenger there abod. 
1025   The king and queene sorwe made,  
1026   Bot yit somdiel thei weren glade 
1027   Of such thing as thei herden tho:
1028   And thus betwen the wel and wo
1029   To schip he goth, his wif with childe, 
1030   The which was evere meke and mylde  
1031   And wolde noght departe him fro, 
1032   Such love was betwen hem tuo. 
1033   Lichorida for hire office  
1034   Was take, which was a Norrice,
1035   To wende with this yonge wif, 
1036   To whom was schape a woful lif.  
1037   Withinne a time, as it betidde,  
1038   Whan thei were in the See amidde,
1039   Out of the North they sihe a cloude;
1040   The storm aros, the wyndes loude 
1041   Thei blewen many a dredful blast,
1042   The welkne was al overcast,
1043   The derke nyht the Sonne hath under,
1044   Ther was a gret tempeste of thunder:
1045   The Mone and ek the Sterres bothe
1046   In blake cloudes thei hem clothe,
1047   Wherof here brihte lok thei hyde.
1048   This yonge ladi wepte and cride, 
1049   To whom no confort myhte availe; 
1050   Of childe sche began travaile,
1051   Wher sche lay in a Caban clos:
1052   Hire woful lord fro hire aros,
1053   And that was longe er eny morwe, 
1054   So that in anguisse and in sorwe 
1055   Sche was delivered al be nyhte
1056   And ded in every mannes syhte;
1057   Bot natheles for al this wo
1058   A maide child was bore tho.
1059   Appolinus whan he this knew,  
1060   For sorwe a swoune he overthrew,
1061   That noman wiste in him no lif.  
1062   And whanne he wok, he seide, "Ha, wif, 
1063   Mi lust, mi joie, my desir,
1064   Mi welthe and my recoverir,
1065   Why schal I live, and thou schalt dye? 
1066   Ha, thou fortune, I thee deffie, 
1067   Nou hast thou do to me thi werste.  
1068   Ha, herte, why ne wolt thou berste, 
1069   That forth with hire I myhte passe? 
1070   Mi peines weren wel the lasse."  
1071   In such wepinge and in such cry  
1072   His dede wif, which lay him by,  
1073   A thousend sithes he hire kiste; 
1074   Was nevere man that sih ne wiste 
1075   A sorwe unto his sorwe lich;  
1076   For evere among upon the lich 
1077   He fell swounende, as he that soghte
1078   His oghne deth, which he besoghte
1079   Unto the goddes alle above 
1080   With many a pitous word of love; 
1081   Bot suche wordes as tho were  
1082   Yit herde nevere mannes Ere,  
1083   Bot only thilke whiche he seide. 
1084   The Maister Schipman cam and preide 
1085   With othre suche as be therinne, 
1086   And sein that he mai nothing winne  
1087   Ayein the deth, bot thei him rede,  
1088   He be wel war and tak hiede,  
1089   The See be weie of his nature 
1090   Receive mai no creature 
1091   Withinne himself as forto holde, 
1092   The which is ded: forthi thei wolde,
1093   As thei conseilen al aboute,  
1094   The dede body casten oute. 
1095   For betre it is, thei seiden alle,  
1096   That it of hire so befalle,
1097   Than if thei scholden alle spille.
1098   The king, which understod here wille
1099   And knew here conseil that was trewe,  
1100   Began ayein his sorwe newe 
1101   With pitous herte, and thus to seie:
1102   "It is al reson that ye preie.
1103   I am," quod he, "bot on al one,  
1104   So wolde I noght for mi persone  
1105   Ther felle such adversite. 
1106   Bot whan it mai no betre be,  
1107   Doth thanne thus upon my word,
1108   Let make a cofre strong of bord, 
1109   That it be ferm with led and pich." 
1110   Anon was mad a cofre sich, 
1111   Al redy broght unto his hond; 
1112   And whanne he sih and redy fond  
1113   This cofre mad and wel enclowed, 
1114   The dede bodi was besowed  
1115   In cloth of gold and leid therinne. 
1116   And for he wolde unto hire winne 
1117   Upon som cooste a Sepulture,  
1118   Under hire heved in aventure  
1119   Of gold he leide Sommes grete 
1120   And of jeueals a strong beyete
1121   Forth with a lettre, and seide thus:
1122   "I, king of Tyr Appollinus,
1123   Do alle maner men to wite, 
1124   That hiere and se this lettre write,
1125   That helpeles withoute red 
1126   Hier lith a kinges doghter ded:  
1127   And who that happeth hir to finde,  
1128   For charite tak in his mynde, 
1129   And do so that sche be begrave
1130   With this tresor, which he schal have."
1131   Thus whan the lettre was full spoke,
1132   Thei haue anon the cofre stoke,
1133   And bounden it with yren faste,  
1134   That it may with the wawes laste,
1135   And stoppen it be such a weie,
1136   That it schal be withinne dreie, 
1137   So that no water myhte it grieve.
1138   And thus in hope and good believe
1139   Of that the corps schal wel aryve,  
1140   Thei caste it over bord als blyve.  
1141   The Schip forth on the wawes wente; 
1142   The prince hath changed his entente,
1143   And seith he wol noght come at Tyr  
1144   As thanne, bot al his desir
1145   Is ferst to seilen unto Tharse.  
1146   The wyndy Storm began to skarse, 
1147   The Sonne arist, the weder cliereth,
1148   The Schipman which behinde stiereth,
1149   Whan that he sih the wyndes saghte, 
1150   Towardes Tharse his cours he straghte. 
1151   Bot now to mi matiere ayein,  
1152   To telle as olde bokes sein,  
1153   This dede corps of which ye knowe
1154   With wynd and water was forthrowe
1155   Now hier, now ther, til ate laste
1156   At Ephesim the See upcaste 
1157   The cofre and al that was therinne. 
1158   Of gret merveile now beginne  
1159   Mai hiere who that sitteth stille;  
1160   That god wol save mai noght spille. 
1161   Riht as the corps was throwe alonde,
1162   Ther cam walkende upon the stronde  
1163   A worthi clerc, a Surgien, 
1164   And ek a gret Phisicien,
1165   Of al that lond the wisest on,
1166   Which hihte Maister Cerymon;  
1167   Ther were of his disciples some. 
1168   This Maister to the Cofre is come,  
1169   He peiseth ther was somwhat in,  
1170   And bad hem bere it to his In, 
1171   And goth himselve forth withal.  
1172   Al that schal falle, falle schal;
1173   Thei comen hom and tarie noght;  
1174   This Cofre is into chambre broght,  
1175   Which that thei finde faste stoke,  
1176   Bot thei with craft it have unloke. 
1177   Thei loken in, where as thei founde 
1178   A bodi ded, which was bewounde
1179   In cloth of gold, as I seide er, 
1180   The tresor ek thei founden ther  
1181   Forth with the lettre, which thei rede.
1182   And tho thei token betre hiede;  
1183   Unsowed was the bodi sone, 
1184   And he, which knew what is to done, 
1185   This noble clerk, with alle haste
1186   Began the veines forto taste, 
1187   And sih hire Age was of youthe,  
1188   And with the craftes whiche he couthe  
1189   He soghte and fond a signe of lif.  
1190   With that this worthi kinges wif 
1191   Honestely thei token oute, 
1192   And maden fyres al aboute; 
1193   Thei leide hire on a couche softe,  
1194   And with a scheete warmed ofte
1195   Hire colde brest began to hete,  
1196   Hire herte also to flacke and bete. 
1197   This Maister hath hire every joignt 
1198   With certein oile and balsme enoignt,  
1199   And putte a liquour in hire mouth,  
1200   Which is to fewe clerkes couth,  
1201   So that sche coevereth ate laste;
1202   And ferst hire yhen up sche caste,  
1203   And whan sche more of strengthe cawhte,
1204   Hire Armes bothe forth sche strawhte,  
1205   Hield up hire hond and pitously  
1206   Sche spak and seide, "Ha, wher am I?
1207   Where is my lord, what world is this?"  
1208   As sche that wot noght hou it is.
1209   Bot Cerymon the worthi leche  
1210   Ansuerde anon upon hire speche
1211   And seith, "Ma dame, yee ben hiere, 
1212   Where yee be sauf, as yee schal hiere  
1213   Hierafterward; forthi as nou  
1214   Mi conseil is, conforteth you:
1215   For trusteth wel withoute faile, 
1216   Ther is nothing which schal you faile, 
1217   That oghte of reson to be do."
1218   Thus passen thei a day or tuo;
1219   Thei speke of noght as for an ende, 
1220   Til sche began somdiel amende,
1221   And wiste hireselven what sche mente.  
1222   Tho forto knowe hire hol entente,
1223   This Maister axeth al the cas,
1224   Hou sche cam there and what sche was.  
1225   "Hou I cam hiere wot I noght,"
1226   Quod sche, "bot wel I am bethoght
1227   Of othre thinges al aboute":  
1228   Fro point to point and tolde him oute  
1229   Als ferforthli as sche it wiste. 
1230   And he hire tolde hou in a kiste 
1231   The See hire threw upon the lond,
1232   And what tresor with hire he fond,  
1233   Which was al redy at hire wille, 
1234   As he that schop him to fulfille 
1235   With al his myht what thing he scholde.
1236   Sche thonketh him that he so wolde, 
1237   And al hire herte sche discloseth,  
1238   And seith him wel that sche supposeth  
1239   Hire lord be dreint, hir child also;
1240   So sih sche noght bot alle wo.
1241   Wherof as to the world nomore 
1242   Ne wol sche torne, and preith therfore 
1243   That in som temple of the Cite,  
1244   To kepe and holde hir chastete,  
1245   Sche mihte among the wommen duelle.  
1246   Whan he this tale hir herde telle,  
1247   He was riht glad, and made hire knowen 
1248   That he a dowhter of his owen 
1249   Hath, which he wol unto hir yive 
1250   To serve, whil thei bothe live,  
1251   In stede of that which sche hath lost; 
1252   Al only at his oghne cost  
1253   Sche schal be rendred forth with hire. 
1254   She seith, "Grant mercy, lieve sire,
1255   God quite it you, ther I ne may."
1256   And thus thei drive forth the day,  
1257   Til time com that sche was hol;  
1258   And tho thei take her conseil hol,  
1259   To schape upon good ordinance 
1260   And make a worthi pourveance  
1261   Ayein the day whan thei be veiled.  
1262   And thus, whan that thei be conseiled, 
1263   In blake clothes thei hem clothe,
1264   This lady and the dowhter bothe, 
1265   And yolde hem to religion. 
1266   The feste and the profession  
1267   After the reule of that degre 
1268   Was mad with gret solempnete, 
1269   Where as Diane is seintefied; 
1270   Thus stant this lady justefied
1271   In ordre wher sche thenkth to duelle.  
1272   Bot now ayeinward forto telle 
1273   In what plit that hire lord stod inne: 
1274   He seileth, til that he may winne
1275   The havene of Tharse, as I seide er;
1276   And whanne he was aryved ther,
1277   And it was thurgh the Cite knowe,
1278   Men myhte se withinne a throwe,  
1279   As who seith, al the toun at ones,  
1280   That come ayein him for the nones,  
1281   To yiven him the reverence,
1282   So glad thei were of his presence:
1283   And thogh he were in his corage  
1284   Desesed, yit with glad visage 
1285   He made hem chiere, and to his In,  
1286   Wher he whilom sojourned in,  
1287   He goth him straght and was resceived. 
1288   And whan the presse of poeple is weived,  
1289   He takth his hoste unto him tho, 
1290   And seith, "Mi frend Strangulio, 
1291   Lo, thus and thus it is befalle, 
1292   And thou thiself art on of alle, 
1293   Forth with thi wif, whiche I most triste. 
1294   Forthi, if it you bothe liste,
1295   My doghter Thaise be youre leve  
1296   I thenke schal with you beleve
1297   As for a time; and thus I preie, 
1298   That sche be kept be alle weie,  
1299   And whan sche hath of age more,  
1300   That sche be set to bokes lore.  
1301   And this avou to god I make,  
1302   That I schal nevere for hir sake 
1303   Mi berd for no likinge schave,
1304   Til it befalle that I have 
1305   In covenable time of age
1306   Beset hire unto mariage."  
1307   Thus thei acorde, and al is wel, 
1308   And forto resten him somdel,  
1309   As for a while he ther sojorneth,
1310   And thanne he takth his leve and torneth  
1311   To Schipe, and goth him hom to Tyr, 
1312   Wher every man with gret desir
1313   Awaiteth upon his comynge. 
1314   Bot whan the Schip com in seilinge, 
1315   And thei perceiven it is he,  
1316   Was nevere yit in no cite  
1317   Such joie mad as thei tho made;  
1318   His herte also began to glade 
1319   Of that he sih the poeple glad.  
1320   Lo, thus fortune his hap hath lad;
1321   In sondri wise he was travailed, 
1322   Bot hou so evere he be assailed, 
1323   His latere ende schal be good.
1324   And forto speke hou that it stod 
1325   Of Thaise his doghter, wher sche duelleth,
1326   In Tharse, as the Cronique telleth, 
1327   Sche was wel kept, sche was wel loked, 
1328   Sche was wel tawht, sche was wel boked,
1329   So wel sche spedde hir in hire youthe  
1330   That sche of every wisdom couthe,
1331   That forto seche in every lond
1332   So wys an other noman fond,
1333   Ne so wel tawht at mannes yhe.
1334   Bot wo worthe evere fals envie!  
1335   For it befell that time so,
1336   A dowhter hath Strangulio, 
1337   The which was cleped Philotenne: 
1338   Bot fame, which wole evere renne,
1339   Cam al day to hir moder Ere,  
1340   And seith, wher evere hir doghter were 
1341   With Thayse set in eny place, 
1342   The comun vois, the comun grace  
1343   Was al upon that other Maide, 
1344   And of hir doghter noman saide.  
1345   Who wroth but Dionise thanne? 
1346   Hire thoghte a thousend yer til whanne 
1347   Sche myhte ben of Thaise wreke
1348   Of that sche herde folk so speke.
1349   And fell that ilke same tyde, 
1350   That ded was trewe Lychoride, 
1351   Which hadde be servant to Thaise,
1352   So that sche was the worse at aise, 
1353   For sche hath thanne no servise  
1354   Bot only thurgh this Dionise, 
1355   Which was hire dedlich Anemie 
1356   Thurgh pure treson and envie. 
1357   Sche, that of alle sorwe can, 
1358   Tho spak unto hire bondeman,  
1359   Which cleped was Theophilus,
1360   And made him swere in conseil thus, 
1361   That he such time as sche him sette 
1362   Schal come Thaise forto fette,
1363   And lede hire oute of alle sihte,
1364   Wher as noman hire helpe myhte,  
1365   Upon the Stronde nyh the See, 
1366   And there he schal this maiden sle. 
1367   This cherles herte is in a traunce, 
1368   As he which drad him of vengance 
1369   Whan time comth an other day; 
1370   Bot yit dorste he noght seie nay,
1371   Bot swor and seide he schal fulfille
1372   Hire hestes at hire oghne wille. 
1373   The treson and the time is schape,  
1374   So fell it that this cherles knape  
1375   Hath lad this maiden ther he wolde  
1376   Upon the Stronde, and what sche scholde
1377   Sche was adrad; and he out breide
1378   A rusti swerd and to hir seide,  
1379   "Thou schalt be ded." "Helas!" quod sche, 
1380   "Why schal I so?" "Lo thus," quod he,  
1381   "Mi ladi Dionise hath bede,
1382   Thou schalt be moerdred in this stede."
1383   This Maiden tho for feere schryhte, 
1384   And for the love of god almyhte  
1385   Sche preith that for a litel stounde
1386   Sche myhte knele upon the grounde,  
1387   Toward the hevene forto crave,
1388   Hire wofull Soule if sche mai save: 
1389   And with this noise and with this cry, 
1390   Out of a barge faste by,
1391   Which hidd was ther on Scomerfare,  
1392   Men sterten out and weren ware
1393   Of this feloun,and he to go,  
1394   And sche began to crie tho, 
1395   "Ha, mercy, help for goddes sake!
1396   Into the barge thei hire take,
1397   As thieves scholde, and forth thei wente. 
1398   Upon the See the wynd hem hente, 
1399   And malgre wher thei wolde or non,  
1400   Tofor the weder forth thei gon,  
1401   Ther halp no Seil, ther halp non Ore,  
1402   Forstormed and forblowen sore 
1403   In gret peril so forth thei dryve,  
1404   Til ate laste thei aryve
1405   At Mitelene the Cite.
1406   In havene sauf and whan thei be, 
1407   The Maister Schipman made him boun, 
1408   And goth him out into the toun,  
1409   And profreth Thaise forto selle. 
1410   On Leonin it herde telle,  
1411   Which Maister of the bordel was, 
1412   And bad him gon a redy pas 
1413   To fetten hire, and forth he wente, 
1414   And Thaise out of his barge he hente,  
1415   And to this bordeller hir solde. 
1416   And he, that be hire body wolde  
1417   Take avantage, let do crye,
1418   That what man wolde his lecherie 
1419   Attempte upon hire maidenhede,
1420   Lei doun the gold and he schal spede.  
1421   And thus whan he hath crid it oute  
1422   In syhte of al the poeple aboute,
1423   He ladde hire to the bordel tho. 
1424   No wonder is thogh sche be wo:
1425   Clos in a chambre be hireselve,  
1426   Ech after other ten or tuelve 
1427   Of yonge men to hire in wente;
1428   Bot such a grace god hire sente, 
1429   That for the sorwe which sche made  
1430   Was non of hem which pouer hade
1431   To don hire eny vileinie.  
1432   This Leonin let evere aspie,  
1433   And waiteth after gret beyete;
1434   Bot al for noght, sche was forlete, 
1435   That mo men wolde ther noght come.  
1436   Whan he therof hath hiede nome,  
1437   And knew that sche was yit a maide, 
1438   Unto his oghne man he saide,  
1439   That he with strengthe ayein hire leve 
1440   Tho scholde hir maidenhod bereve.
1441   This man goth in, bot so it ferde,  
1442   Whan he hire wofull pleintes herde  
1443   And he therof hath take kepe, 
1444   Him liste betre forto wepe 
1445   Than don oght elles to the game. 
1446   And thus sche kepte hirself fro schame,
1447   And kneleth doun to therthe and preide 
1448   Unto this man, and thus sche seide: 
1449   "If so be that thi maister wolde 
1450   That I his gold encresce scholde,
1451   It mai noght falle be this weie: 
1452   Bot soffre me to go mi weie
1453   Out of this hous wher I am inne, 
1454   And I schal make him forto winne 
1455   In som place elles of the toun,  
1456   Be so it be religioun,  
1457   Wher that honeste wommen duelle. 
1458   And thus thou myht thi maister telle,  
1459   That whanne I have a chambre there, 
1460   Let him do crie ay wyde where,
1461   What lord that hath his doghter diere, 
1462   And is in will that sche schal liere
1463   Of such a Scole that is trewe,
1464   I schal hire teche of thinges newe, 
1465   Which as non other womman can 
1466   In al this lond." And tho this man
1467   Hire tale hath herd, he goth ayein, 
1468   And tolde unto his maister plein 
1469   That sche hath seid; and therupon,  
1470   Whan than he sih beyete non
1471   At the bordel be cause of hire,  
1472   He bad his man to gon and spire  
1473   A place wher sche myhte abyde,
1474   That he mai winne upon som side  
1475   Be that sche can: bot ate leste  
1476   Thus was sche sauf fro this tempeste.  
1477   He hath hire fro the bordel take,
1478   Bot that was noght for goddes sake, 
1479   Bot for the lucre, as sche him tolde.  
1480   Now comen tho that comen wolde
1481   Of wommen in her lusty youthe,
1482   To hiere and se what thing sche couthe:
1483   Sche can the wisdom of a clerk,  
1484   Sche can of every lusti werk  
1485   Which to a gentil womman longeth,
1486   And some of hem sche underfongeth
1487   To the Citole and to the Harpe,  
1488   And whom it liketh forto carpe
1489   Proverbes and demandes slyhe, 
1490   An other such thei nevere syhe,  
1491   Which that science so wel tawhte:
1492   Wherof sche grete yiftes cawhte, 
1493   That sche to Leonin hath wonne;  
1494   And thus hire name is so begonne 
1495   Of sondri thinges that sche techeth,
1496   That al the lond unto hir secheth
1497   Of yonge wommen forto liere.  
1498   Nou lete we this maiden hiere,
1499   And speke of Dionise ayein 
1500   And of Theophile the vilein,  
1501   Of whiche I spak of nou tofore.  
1502   Whan Thaise scholde have be forlore,
1503   This false cherl to his lady  
1504   Whan he cam hom, al prively 
1505   He seith, "Ma Dame, slain I have 
1506   This maide Thaise, and is begrave
1507   In prive place, as ye me biede.  
1508   Forthi, ma dame, taketh hiede 
1509   And kep conseil, hou so it stonde." 
1510   This fend, which this hath understonde,
1511   Was glad, and weneth it be soth: 
1512   Now herkne, hierafter hou sche doth.
1513   Sche wepth, sche sorweth, sche compleigneth, 
1514   And of sieknesse which sche feigneth
1515   Sche seith that Taise sodeinly
1516   Be nyhte is ded, "as sche and I  
1517   Togedre lyhen nyh my lord."
1518   Sche was a womman of record,  
1519   And al is lieved that sche seith;
1520   And forto yive a more feith,  
1521   Hire housebonde and ek sche bothe
1522   In blake clothes thei hem clothe,
1523   And made a gret enterrement;  
1524   And for the poeple schal be blent,  
1525   Of Thaise as for the remembrance,
1526   After the real olde usance 
1527   A tumbe of latoun noble and riche
1528   With an ymage unto hir liche  
1529   Liggende above therupon 
1530   Thei made and sette it up anon.  
1531   Hire Epitaffe of good assisse 
1532   Was write aboute, and in this wise  
1533   It spak: "O yee that this beholde,  
1534   Lo, hier lith sche, the which was holde
1535   The faireste and the flour of alle, 
1536   Whos name Thai5sis men calle. 
1537   The king of Tyr Appolinus  
1538   Hire fader was: now lith sche thus. 
1539   Fourtiene yer sche was of Age,
1540   Whan deth hir tok to his viage." 
1541   Thus was this false treson hidd,  
1542   Which afterward was wyde kidd,
1543   As be the tale a man schal hiere.
1544   Bot forto clare mi matiere,
1545   To Tyr I thenke torne ayein,  
1546   And telle as the Croniqes sein.  
1547   Whan that the king was comen hom,
1548   And hath left in the salte fom
1549   His wif, which he mai noght foryete,
1550   For he som confort wolde gete,
1551   He let somoune a parlement,
1552   To which the lordes were asent;  
1553   And of the time he hath ben oute,
1554   He seth the thinges al aboute,
1555   And told hem ek hou he hath fare,
1556   Whil he was out of londe fare;
1557   And preide hem alle to abyde, 
1558   For he wolde at the same tyde 
1559   Do schape for his wyves mynde,
1560   As he that wol noght ben unkinde.
1561   Solempne was that ilke office,
1562   And riche was the sacrifice,  
1563   The feste reali was holde: 
1564   And therto was he wel beholde;
1565   For such a wif as he hadde on 
1566   In thilke daies was ther non. 
1567   Whan this was do, thanne he him thoghte
1568   Upon his doghter, and besoghte
1569   Suche of his lordes as he wolde, 
1570   That thei with him to Tharse scholde,  
1571   To fette his doghter Taise there:
1572   And thei anon al redy were,
1573   To schip they gon and forth thei wente,
1574   Til thei the havene of Tharse hente.
1575   They londe and faile of that thei seche
1576   Be coverture and sleyhte of speche: 
1577   This false man Strangulio, 
1578   And Dionise his wif also,  
1579   That he the betre trowe myhte, 
1580   Thei ladden him to have a sihte  
1581   Wher that hir tombe was arraied. 
1582   The lasse yit he was mispaied,
1583   And natheles, so as he dorste,
1584   He curseth and seith al the worste  
1585   Unto fortune, as to the blinde,  
1586   Which can no seker weie finde;
1587   For sche him neweth evere among, 
1588   And medleth sorwe with his song. 
1589   Bot sithe it mai no betre be, 
1590   He thonketh god and forth goth he
1591   Seilende toward Tyr ayein. 
1592   Bot sodeinly the wynd and reyn
1593   Begonne upon the See debate,  
1594   So that he soffre mot algate  
1595   The lawe which Neptune ordeigneth;  
1596   Wherof fulofte time he pleigneth,
1597   And hield him wel the more esmaied  
1598   Of that he hath tofore assaied.  
1599   So that for pure sorwe and care, 
1600   Of that he seth his world so fare,  
1601   The reste he lefte of his Caban, 
1602   That for the conseil of noman 
1603   Ayein therinne he nolde come, 
1604   Bot hath benethe his place nome, 
1605   Wher he wepende al one lay,
1606   Ther as he sih no lyht of day.
1607   And thus tofor the wynd thei dryve, 
1608   Til longe and late thei aryve 
1609   With gret distresce, as it was sene,
1610   Upon this toun of Mitelene,
1611   Which was a noble cite tho.