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            <p>
               <figure>
                  <head>THE PROGENIE OF GEFFREY CHAUCER</head>
                  <p>The true portraiture of GEFFREY CHAUCEER
the famous English poet as by THOMAS
OCCLEUE is deſcribed who liued in his
time and was his Scholar.</p>
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         <div type="title_page">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:1"/>
            <p>THE
WORKS
OF OUR
<hi>Ancient, Learned, &amp; Excellent</hi>
ENGLISH POET,
JEFFREY CHAUCER:
As they have lately been Compar'd with the beſt Manuſcripts;
and ſeveral things added, never before in Print.</p>
            <p>To which is adjoyn'd,
The STORY of the SIEGE of <hi>THEBES,</hi>
By <hi>John Lidgate,</hi> Monk of <hi>Bury.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>TOGETHER WITH
The Life of Chaucer,
SHEWING
His Countrey, Parentage, Education, Marriage, Children,
Revenues, Service, Reward, Friends, Books, Death.</p>
            <p>Alſo a TABLE, wherein the Old and Obſcure Words in <hi>Chaucer</hi> are explained, and
ſuch Words (which are many) that either are, by Nature or Derivation, <hi>Arabick,
Greek, Latine, Italian, French, Dutch,</hi> or <hi>Saxon,</hi> mark'd with particular Notes for
the better underſtanding their Original.</p>
            <p>
               <hi>LONDON,</hi>
Printed in the Year, MDCLXXXVII.</p>
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         <div type="dedication">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:2" rendition="simple:additions"/>
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:2"/>
            <head>TO THE
Right Honourable
Sir ROBERT CECIL, K<hi rend="sup">nt.</hi>
PRINCIPAL SECRETARY
To the QUEEN's Moſt Excellent Majeſty,
Maſter of the Court of Wards and Liveries, one of
her Highneſs's moſt Honourable Privy Council, and Right Worthy Chan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cellor
of the Vniverſity of CAMBRIDGE.</head>
            <opener>
               <salute>Right Honourable,</salute>
            </opener>
            <p>AT the last Impreſſion of this Work, in way of hum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
Duty and Thankfulneſs, I preſented to Your Ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour
certain Collections and Obſervations upon <hi>Chau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cer;</hi>
as namely, His Life, Picture, and Pedigree:
the Arguments of every Book and Tale: the Explanation of old
Words, with Declaration of Authors by him cited: and alſo
two Treatiſes, the <hi>Death of Blanch,</hi> called <hi>his Dream:</hi> and
the <hi>Flower and the Leaf,</hi> never before printed. But as theſe
things then through want of time were not fully perfected, ſo
were there ſome other things omitted, at the next Impreſſion to
be performed.</p>
            <p>Now therefore, that both by old written Copies, and by
<hi>Mr. William Thynn</hi>'s praiſe-worthy Labours, I have re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>formed
the whole Work, whereby <hi>Chaucer,</hi> for the most part,
is reſtored to his own Antiquity; and noted withal most of
his Sentences and Proverbs; having alſo, with ſome Addi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions,
reduced into due place thoſe former Notes and Collecti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons;
as likewiſe proved the Significations of most of the old and
obſcure Words, by the Tongues and Dialects from whence they
are derived; tranſlated alſo into <hi>Engliſh,</hi> all the <hi>Latin</hi> and
<pb facs="tcp:51487:3"/>
               <hi>French</hi> by him uſed; and laſtly, added to his Works ſome
Things of his own doing, as the Treatiſe of <hi>Jack Upland
againſt Fryars,</hi> and his <hi>A. B. C.</hi> commonly called <hi>La Priere
de noſtre Dame:</hi> I am bold to preſent the whole to your Ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nourable
Favour and Patronage, always mindful of my bounden
Duty to Your Honour's Houſe, which with hearty Prayer I
commend to the Grace of the Almighty.</p>
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               <signed>Your Honour's in all Duty
at Commandment,
THO. SPEGHT.</signed>
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            <head>To the Readers.</head>
            <p>AFter this Book was laſt Printed, I underſtood that
Mr. <hi>Francis Thynn</hi> had a purpoſe, as indeed he hath when
time ſhall ſerve, to ſet out <hi>Chaucer</hi> with a Comment in
our Tongue, as the <hi>Italians</hi> have <hi>Petrark</hi> and others in their Lan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guage.
Whereupon, I purpoſed not to meddle any farther in this
Work, altho ſome promiſe made to the contrary, but to referr
all to him; being a Gentleman for that purpoſe inferiour to none,
both in regard of his own Skill, as alſo of thoſe helps left to him
by his Father. Yet notwithſtanding, <hi>Chaucer</hi> now being Printed
again, I was willing, not only to help ſome Imperfections, but
alſo to add ſome things; whereunto he did not only perſuade
me, but moſt kindly lent me his Help and Direction. By this
means moſt of his old Words are reſtored; Proverbs and Sen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tences
marked; ſuch Notes as were collected, drawn into bet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
order; and the Text by old Copies corrected.</p>
            <p>But of ſome things I muſt advertiſe the Readers; as firſt, that in
<hi>Chaucer</hi> they ſhall find the Proper Names oftentimes much differ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
from the <hi>Latin</hi> and <hi>Greek,</hi> from whence they are drawn;
which they muſt not condemn in him as a fault: for both he, and
other Poets, in Tranſlating ſuch Words from one Language into
another, do uſe, as the <hi>Latins</hi> and <hi>Greeks</hi> do, the ſundry Species of
<hi>Metaplaſmus:</hi> as <hi>Campaneus</hi> for <hi>Capaneus; Atheon</hi> for <hi>Acteon;
Adriane</hi> for <hi>Ariadne.</hi> Which <hi>Chaucer</hi> doth in other Words
alſo; as <hi>gon</hi> for <hi>begon;</hi> leve for <hi>beleve; peraunter</hi> for <hi>peradven<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture;
loveden</hi> for <hi>did love; woneden</hi> for <hi>did won,</hi> &amp;c.</p>
            <p>It is his manner likewiſe, imitating the <hi>Greeks,</hi> by two Nega<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tives
to cauſe a greater Negation; as, <hi>I ne ſaid none ill.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>Alſo many times to underſtand his Verb; as, <hi>I not what men
him call,</hi> for <hi>I know not,</hi> &amp;c.</p>
            <p>And, for the Author, to name ſome part of his Work; as,
<hi>Argonauticon</hi> for <hi>Apollonius Rhodius.</hi> And that ſometime in the
Genitive Caſe, a former Subſtantive being underſtood: as, <hi>read
Aeneidos: Metamorphoſeos:</hi> for the Authors of thoſe Works.</p>
            <p>
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And for his Verſes, altho in divers places they may ſeem to
us to ſtand of unequal Meaſures; yet a skilful Reader, that can
ſcan them in their nature, ſhall find it otherwiſe. And if a Verſe
here and there fall out a Syllable ſhorter or longer than another,
I rather aret it to the negligence and rape of <hi>Adam Scrivener,</hi> that
I may ſpeak as <hi>Chaucer</hi> doth, than to any unconning or over-ſight
in the Author: for how fearful he was to have his Works miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>written,
or his Verſe miſmeaſured, may appear in the End of
his Fifth Book of <hi>Troylus</hi> and <hi>Creſeide,</hi> where he writeth thus:
<q>
                  <l>And for there is ſo great diverſitie</l>
                  <l>In Engliſh, and in writing of our tongue,</l>
                  <l>So pray I God, that none miſwrite thee,</l>
                  <l>Ne thee miſmetre for defaut of tongue, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
            </p>
            <p>Moreover, whereas in the explanation of the old Words, ſundry
of their Significations by me given, may to ſome ſeem conjectural;
yet ſuch as underſtand the Dialects of our Tongue, eſpecially in the
<hi>North,</hi> and have knowledge in ſome other Languages, will judge
otherwiſe: and for the ſatisfying of others, which want ſuch skill,
I have by theſe Characters <hi>a. g. l. i. f. d. b.</hi> notified to them from
what Tongue or Dialect ſuch Words are derived.</p>
            <p>It were a Labour worth commendation, if ſome Scholar, that
hath Skill and Leiſure, would conferr <hi>Chaucer</hi> with thoſe learned
Authors, both in <hi>Greek</hi> and <hi>Latin,</hi> from whom he hath drawn
many excellent things; and at large report ſuch Hiſtories, as in
his Works are very frequent, and many of them hard to be
found: which would ſo grace this Ancient Poet, that whereas
divers have thought him unlearned, and his Writings mere Tri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fles,
it ſhould appear, That beſides the knowledge of ſundry
Tongues, he was a Man of great Reading and deep Judgment.
This courſe I began in the former Impreſſion, but here of purpoſe
have left it off; as alſo the Deſcription of Perſons and Places,
except ſome few of more worthy note; as a labour rather for a
Commentor, for that it concerneth Matter, than for him that
intendeth only the explaining of Words. And thus to con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>clude,
I commit to your wonted Favour, this our Poet, and
what here is done for the Poet's ſake.</p>
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            <head>TO HIS
Very Loving and aſſured Good Friend,
M<hi rend="sup">r.</hi> THOMAS SPEGHT.</head>
            <p>I Am ſorry, that neither the worthineſs of <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s own Praiſe, nor the im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>portunate
Prayers of divers your loving Friends, can yet move you to put
into print thoſe good Obſervations of him, and Collections that you have ga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thered.
For, as for the Objections againſt him, that in our private Talk you
are wont to ſay are commonly alledged, as firſt, That many of his Words
are become (as it were) vinewed and hoary with over-long lying; and next, that
ſome of his Speeches are ſomewhat too broad and plain; and that the Work there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſhould be the leſs gracious: theſe are either no Cauſes, or no cauſes ſuffici<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ent,
to withold from <hi>Chaucer</hi> ſuch deſert of Glory as you may beſtow upon him at
your Pleaſure.</p>
            <p>It is well known to wiſe and learned Men, that all Languages be either ſuch as
are contained in Learning, or ſuch as be uſed in daily practiſe: and for learned
Tongues, they having <hi>Teſtamentario jure,</hi> their Legacies ſet down by them that
be dead, Words muſt be retained and continued in them in ſuch ſort as they were
left, without alteration of the Teſtators Wills in any thing, although in his choice
it be that is to uſe them, when to uſe, or where to refuſe them, at his own diſcre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion.
But in uſual Languages of common Practiſe, which in choice of Words are,
and ever will be ſubject unto change, never ſtanding at one ſtay, but ſometimes
caſting away old Words, ſometimes renewing of them, and always framing of new,
no man can ſo write, as that all his Words may remain currant many Years. Which
thing, <hi>Horace,</hi> in his Book <hi>De arte Poetica,</hi> preciſely noteth in theſe Verſes:
<q>
                  <l>Vt ſilvae foliis pronos mutantur in annos:</l>
                  <l>Prima cadunt: ita verborum vetus interit aetas:</l>
                  <l>Et juvenum ritu florent modo nata, vigentque.</l>
                  <l>Debemur morti nos, noſtraque, <hi>&amp;c.</hi>
                  </l>
               </q>
            </p>
            <p>Whereby he declareth, that Words in common Tongues, like unto Leaves, muſt
of neceſſity have their Buddings, their Bloſſomings, their Ripenings, and their
Fallings: and <hi>Chaucer</hi> moſt excellently alſo himſelf in true foreſight hereof in theſe
Verſes of his:
<q>
                  <l>I know that in fourme of ſpeech is chaunge</l>
                  <l>Within a hundreth yeere, and wordes tho</l>
                  <l>That hadden price, now wonder nice and ſtraunge</l>
                  <l>Think we them, and yet they ſpake them ſo,</l>
                  <l>And ſped as well in love, as men now do.</l>
               </q>
            </p>
            <p>And therefore impoſſible it was, that either <hi>Chaucer</hi> could, or any man living
can, keep Words of unlearned Tongues from falling after ſo long a time. And this
hath happened amongſt the Latin Writers themſelves, when theirs was a ſpoken
Tongue, as ours now is, who, though they firſt made their own Words, and gave
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them their Allowance, yet divers of <hi>Cecilius, Statius, Ennius</hi> and <hi>Plautus,</hi> were
by latter Latiniſts rejected; and now again many of them, by the laſt Writers of
all (though before, as it were by Proclamation, put down for baſeneſs) are upon
a new touch warranted for good, and paſs abroad as Sterling. But ſo pure were
<hi>Chaucer's</hi> Words in his days, as <hi>Lidgate,</hi> that learned Man, calleth him, The Load<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtar
of the <hi>Engliſh</hi> Language; and ſo good they are in our days, as Mr. <hi>Spencer</hi>
(following the Counſel of <hi>Tully</hi> in his Third Book <hi>De Oratore,</hi> for reviving of
ancient Words) hath adorned his Stile with that Beauty and Gravity, that <hi>Tully</hi>
there ſpeaks of: and his much frequenting of <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s ancient Words, with his ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cellent
imitation of divers Places in him, is not the leaſt help that hath made him
reach ſo high, as many learned men do think, that no Poet, either <hi>French</hi> or <hi>Ita<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lian,</hi>
deſerves a ſecond place under him. And furthermore, by your Interpreta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
of the unuſual Words, that ancient Hardneſs and Difficulty is made moſt clear
and eaſie: and in the Pains and Diligence you have uſed in collecting his Life, me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thinks
you have beſtowed upon him as favourable Graces as <hi>Medea</hi> did upon
<hi>Aeſon;</hi> for you have reſtored us <hi>Chaucer,</hi> both alive again, and young again; and
delivered many from the erroneous Conjectures they conceived of him. And there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore,
though every thing be not perfect to your own mind, (for Deſires be endleſs;
and nothing can be at one time both begun and perfected) yet ſince you have
opened the way to others, and attempted that which was unattempted before
you, your Endeavours herein cannot but be well accepted, unleſs of ſuch as have
better Will, without juſt cauſe, to reprove others, than either Wit or Skill to do
well themſelves.</p>
            <p>Touching the Incivility <hi>Chaucer</hi> is charged withal; what <hi>Roman</hi> Poet hath leſs
offended this way than he? <hi>Virgil</hi> in his <hi>Priapus</hi> is worſe by a thouſand Degrees,
and <hi>Ovid</hi> in his Book <hi>De Arte Amandi,</hi> and <hi>Horace</hi> in many Places as deep as the
reſt; but <hi>Catullus</hi> and <hi>Tibullus,</hi> in unclean Wantonneſs, beyond meaſure paſs
them all. Neither is <hi>Plautus</hi> nor <hi>Terence</hi> free in this behalf: But theſe two laſt are
excuſed above the reſt, for their due Obſervation of <hi>Decorum,</hi> in giving to their
Comical Perſons ſuch manner of Speeches as did beſt fit their Diſpoſitions. And
may not the ſame be ſaid for <hi>Chaucer?</hi> How much had he ſwarved from <hi>Decorum,</hi>
if he had made his Merchant, his Miller, his Cook, his Carpenter, tell ſuch honeſt
and civil Tales, as were told of his Knight, his Squire, his Lawyer and his Scho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lar?
But ſhewing the diſpoſition of the baſer ſort of People, he declareth in their
Prologues and Tales, That their chief Delight was in undecent Speeches of their
own, and in their falſe Defamations of others, as in theſe Verſes appeareth:
<q>
                  <l>Let be thy leud dronken Harlotry,</l>
                  <l>It is a ſinne and eke a great folly</l>
                  <l>To apairen any man, or him defame,</l>
                  <l>And eke to bring wives in ſuch blame.</l>
               </q>
            </p>
            <p>And in excuſe of himſelf for uttering thoſe broad Speeches of theirs, he uſeth
theſe Words:
<q>
                  <l>But firſt I pray you of your curteſie</l>
                  <l>That ye ne arette it not my follie,</l>
                  <l>Though that I plainly ſpeake in this mattere</l>
                  <l>To tellen you her words, and eke her chere,</l>
                  <l>Ne though I ſpeake her words properly:</l>
                  <l>For this ye knowen, as well as I,</l>
                  <l>Who ſhall tellen a tale after a man,</l>
                  <l>He mote rehearſe, as nye as ever he can,</l>
                  <l>Everich worde, if it been in his charge,</l>
                  <l>All ſpeake he never ſo rudely ne large,</l>
                  <l>Or els he mote tellen his tale untrue,</l>
                  <l>Or feine things, or find words newe.</l>
               </q>
            </p>
            <p>
               <pb facs="tcp:51487:5"/>
And in another place:
<q>
                  <l>Deemeth not for Gods love, that I ſay</l>
                  <l>Of evil entent, but that I mote rehearce</l>
                  <l>Her tales all, been they better or werce,</l>
                  <l>Or els falſen ſome of my matere.</l>
                  <l>The wiſe Plato ſaieth, as ye mowe rede,</l>
                  <l>The worde muſt needs acord with the dede:</l>
                  <l>It men ſhould tell properly a thing,</l>
                  <l>The word muſt coſin be to the working.</l>
               </q>
            </p>
            <p>For no man can imagine in his ſo large compaſs, purpoſing to deſcribe all <hi>Eng<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>liſh-mens</hi>
Humours living in thoſe days, how it had been poſſible for him to have
left untouch'd their filthy Delights; or in diſcovering their deſires, how to have
expreſs'd them without ſome of their Words.</p>
            <p>And now to compare him with other Poets: His <hi>Canterbury</hi> Tales contain in
them almoſt the ſame Argument that is handled in Comedies: His Stile therein for
the moſt part is low and open, and like unto theirs: but herein they differ; The
Comedy-Writers do all follow and borrow one from another, as <hi>Terence</hi> from
<hi>Plautus</hi> and <hi>Menander: Plautus</hi> from <hi>Menander</hi> and <hi>Demophilus: Statius</hi> and <hi>Caeci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lius</hi>
from <hi>Diphilus, Apollodorus,</hi> and <hi>Philemon;</hi> and almoſt all the laſt Comedians
from that, which was called <hi>Antiqua Comaedia.</hi> The Ring they beat is this, and
out of the ſame Track they go not; To ſhew the Looſeneſs of many Young-men;
the Lewdneſs of ſome Young-women; the crafty School Points of old Bawds; the
little regard of honeſt diſpoſed Serving-men; the miſerable Wretchedneſs of divers
old Fathers, and their Folly in countenancing and committing their Sons to the
Charge and Government of moſt impudent and flattering Paraſites; ſuch as in
<hi>Terence</hi> is prating <hi>Davus</hi> and <hi>Geta,</hi> and bold bawdy <hi>Phormio. Chaucer</hi>'s Device of
his <hi>Canterbury</hi> Pilgrimage is merely his own: His Drift is to touch all ſorts of men,
and to diſcover all Vices of that Age; which he doth ſo feelingly, and with ſo
true an Aim, as he never fails to hit whatſoever mark he levels at.</p>
            <p>In his five Books of <hi>Troylus</hi> and <hi>Creſeid,</hi> in the <hi>Romaunt of the Roſe,</hi> in his
<hi>Black Knight,</hi> in the <hi>Mercileſs Lady,</hi> in ſome few alſo of his <hi>Tales,</hi> in his <hi>Dream,</hi>
and in that of <hi>Blanch,</hi> (which is in your hands, and was never yet imprinted) and
in other his Diſcourſes he ſoareth much higher; and is in his <hi>Troilus</hi> ſo ſententious,
as there be few Staves in thoſe Books which include not ſome principal Sentence;
moſt excellently imitating <hi>Homer</hi> and <hi>Virgil,</hi> and borrowing often of them, and of
<hi>Horace</hi> alſo, and other the rareſt both Orators and Poets that have written. Of
whom, for the ſweetneſs of his Poetry, may be ſaid, that which is reported of
<hi>Steſichorus:</hi> and as <hi>Marcus Cethegus</hi> was termed by <hi>Ennius, Suadae medulla;</hi> ſo may
<hi>Chaucer</hi> rightly be called, The Pith and Sinews of Eloquence, and very Life it ſelf
of all Mirth and pleaſant Writing: beſides, one Gift he hath above other Authors,
and that is, By excellency of his Deſcriptions, to poſſeſs his Readers with a more
forcible Imagination of ſeeing that (as it were) done before their Eyes, which they
read, than any other that ever hath written in any Tongue. And here I cannot
forget to remember unto you, thoſe ancient learned Men of our time in <hi>Cambridge,</hi>
whoſe diligence, in reading of his Works themſelves, and commending them to
others of the younger ſort, did firſt bring you and me in love with him: and one
of them at that time, and all his Life after, was (as you know) one of the rareſt
men for Learning in the whole World. The ſame may be ſaid of that worthy
learned Man your good Friend in <hi>Oxford,</hi> who with many other of like excellent
Judgment have ever had <hi>Chaucer</hi> in moſt high Reputation.</p>
            <p>And now, (Mr. <hi>Speght)</hi> ſeeing not only all <hi>Greek</hi> and <hi>Latin</hi> Poets have had
their Interpreters, and the moſt of them tranſlated into our Tongue, but the <hi>French</hi>
alſo and <hi>Italian,</hi> as <hi>Guillaume de Salust,</hi> that moſt divine <hi>French</hi> Poet; <hi>Petrark</hi> and
<hi>Arioſto,</hi> thoſe two excellent <hi>Italians,</hi> (whereof the laſt, inſtructed by Mr. <hi>Iohn
<pb facs="tcp:51487:6"/>
Harington</hi> doth now ſpeak as good <hi>Engliſh</hi> as he did <hi>Italian</hi> before,) ſhall only
<hi>Chaucer,</hi> our Ancient Poet, nothing inferiour to the beſt, amongſt all the Poets of
the World, remain always neglected, and never be ſo well underſtood of his own
Country-men as Strangers are? Well, content your ſelf, and ſet your heart at reſt;
for, ſeeing I was one of them which firſt procured you to take in hand this Work,
and ſince you have given me of your Copies to uſe privately for mine own Plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſure;
if you will not put them abroad your ſelf, they ſhall abroad 'ere long, and
look into the World without your conſent. Yet, leſt many Inconveniences might
happen by this Attempt of mine, and divers things be ſet forth contrary unto your
own liking, let me once again intreat you (as I have done often heretofore)
to yield to my juſt and reaſonable ſuit: wherein you ſhall not only ſatisfie that
Conceit which I have many Years carried of your unfeigned Love towards me; but
pleaſure many who daily expect your Pains herein; and perform alſo unto <hi>Chaucer</hi>
great part of that Honour that he moſt worthily deſerveth. So with my thrice hearty
Commendations I bid you farewel.</p>
            <closer>
               <dateline>From <hi>Leiceſter</hi>
                  <date>the laſt of June,
Anno 1597.</date>
               </dateline>
               <signed>Your aſſured and
ever loving Friend,
Francis Beaumont.</signed>
            </closer>
         </div>
         <div type="reader_to_Chaucer">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:6"/>
            <head>THE READER
TO
Geffrey Chaucer.</head>
            <sp>
               <speaker>Reader.</speaker>
               <l>WHere haſt thou dwelt, good <hi>Geffrey,</hi> all this while,</l>
               <l>Vnknown to us, ſave only by thy Books?</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>Chaucer.</speaker>
               <l>In Haulks and Herns, God wot, and in Exile,</l>
               <l>Where none vouchſaft to yield Me Words or Looks;</l>
               <l>Till one which ſaw me there, and knew my Friends,</l>
               <l>Did bring me forth: ſuch Grace ſometime God ſends.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>Reader.</speaker>
               <l>But who is he that hath thy Books repair'd,</l>
               <l>And added more, whereby thou art more graced?</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>Chaucer.</speaker>
               <l>The ſelf-ſame Man who hath no Labour ſpar'd</l>
               <l>To help what Time and Writers had defaced:</l>
               <l>And made old Words, which were unknown of many,</l>
               <l>So plain, that now they may be known of any.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>Reader.</speaker>
               <l>Well fare his heart; I love him for thy ſake,</l>
               <l>Who for thy ſake hath taken all this Pains.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>Chaucer.</speaker>
               <l>Would God I knew ſome means amends to make,</l>
               <l>That for his Toil he might receive ſome Gains.</l>
               <l>But wot ye what? I know his Kindneſs ſuch,</l>
               <l>That for my good he thinks no Pains too much.</l>
            </sp>
            <signed>H. B.</signed>
         </div>
         <div type="encomium">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:7"/>
            <head>Vpon the Picture of Chaucer.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>WHat <hi>Pallas</hi> City owes the heavenly mind</l>
               <l>Of prudent <hi>Socrates,</hi> wiſe <hi>Greece</hi>'s Glory;</l>
               <l>What Fame <hi>Arpinas</hi> ſpreadingly doth find</l>
               <l>By <hi>Tully</hi>'s Eloquence and Oratory;</l>
               <l>What laſting Praiſe ſharp witted <hi>Italy</hi>
               </l>
               <l>By <hi>Taſſo</hi>'s and by <hi>Petrark</hi>'s Pen obtained;</l>
               <l>What Fame <hi>Bartas</hi> unto proud <hi>France</hi> hath gained,</l>
               <l>By ſeven days World Poetically ſtrained:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>What high Renown is purchas'd unto <hi>Spain,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Which freſh <hi>Dianaes</hi> Verſes do diſtill;</l>
               <l>What Praiſe our Neighbour <hi>Scotland</hi> doth retain</l>
               <l>By <hi>Gawine Douglas,</hi> in his <hi>Virgil</hi> Quill;</l>
               <l>Or other Motions by ſweet Poets Skill;</l>
               <l>The ſame, and more, fair <hi>England</hi> challenge may,</l>
               <l>By that rare Wit and Art thou do'ſt diſplay</l>
               <l>In Verſe, which doth <hi>Apollo</hi>'s Muſe bewray.</l>
               <l>Then <hi>Chaucer</hi> live, for ſtill thy Verſe ſhall live</l>
               <l>T'unborn Poets which Life and Light will give.</l>
            </lg>
            <closer>
               <signed>Fran. Thynn.</signed>
            </closer>
         </div>
         <div type="encomium">
            <head>Of the Animadverſions upon Chaucer.</head>
            <l>IN reading of the learn'd praiſe-worthy Pain,</l>
            <l>The helpful Notes explaining <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Mind,</l>
            <l>The abſtruſe Skill, and artificial Vein;</l>
            <l>By true Annalogy I rightly find</l>
            <l>
               <hi>Speght</hi> is the Child of <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s fruitful Brain;</l>
            <l>Verniſhing his Works with Life and Grace,</l>
            <l>Which envious Age would otherwiſe deface.</l>
            <l>Then be he lov'd and thanked for the ſame,</l>
            <l>Since in his Love he hath reviv'd his Name.</l>
         </div>
         <div type="life">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:7"/>
            <head>THE LIFE
Of Our Learned Engliſh Poet,
Geffrey Chaucer.</head>
            <head type="sub">So much as we
can find by
Heralds, Chro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nicles,
and Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cords,
of his
<list>
                  <item>Country.</item>
                  <item>Parentage.</item>
                  <item>Education.</item>
                  <item>Marriage.</item>
                  <item>Children, With their
 <list>
                        <item>Marriage.</item>
                        <item>Lands.</item>
                        <item>Service.</item>
                        <item>Reward.</item>
                        <item>Iſſue.</item>
                        <item>Death.</item>
                     </list>
                  </item>
                  <item>Revenues.</item>
                  <item>Service.</item>
                  <item>Reward.</item>
                  <item>Friends.</item>
                  <item>Books.</item>
                  <item>Death.</item>
               </list>
            </head>
            <epigraph>
               <q>
                  <bibl>Gulielmus Camdenus.</bibl>
                  <p>Gaufredus Chaucer ſui ſaeculi ornamentum extra omnem ingenii aleam poſitus, &amp;
Poetaſtras noſtros longo post ſe intervallo relinquens.</p>
                  <l>—jam monte potitus</l>
                  <l>Ridet anhelantem dura ad faſtigia turbam.</l>
               </q>
            </epigraph>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Country.</head>
               <p>THis famous and learned Poet, <hi>Geffrey Chaucer,</hi> 
                  <abbr>Eſq</abbr> was ſuppoſed by<note n="1" place="margin">This <hi>Leland</hi> had Commiſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion from King <hi>Hen.</hi> Eighth to ſearch all Li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>braries in <hi>Eng<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>land</hi> for mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters of Anti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quity. He died in the days of <hi>Edw.</hi> Sixth.</note> 
                  <hi>Leland</hi>
to have been an <hi>Oxfordſhire</hi> or <hi>Barkſhire</hi> Man born: for ſo reporteth <hi>John Bale</hi>
in his Catalogue of <hi>Engliſh</hi> Writers; <hi>Quibuſdam argumentis adducebatur Lelan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dus,
ut crederet, &amp;c.</hi> Some Reaſons did move <hi>Leland</hi> to think, That <hi>Oxford<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhire</hi>
or <hi>Barkſhire</hi> was his Native Country.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>But as it is evident by his own Words in the Teſtament of Love</hi>
                  <note n="2" place="margin">In the 1. Book and <hi>5th</hi> Sect.</note>, <hi>he was born</hi>
                  <note n="3" place="margin">About the <hi>2d</hi> or <hi>3d</hi> Year of <hi>Edw.</hi> Third.</note> 
                  <hi>in
the City of London: for thus he writeth there;</hi> Alſo in the City of London that is
to me ſo dear and ſweet, in which I was foorth growen, and more kindly
Love have I to that Place than to any other in yerth (as every kindly Crea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture
hath full Appetite to that Place of his kindly Engendure, and to wilne
Reſt and Peace in that ſtede to abide) thilke Peace ſhould thus there have
been broken, which of all wiſe Men is commended and deſired.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb facs="tcp:51487:8"/>
In the Records of the <hi>Guild-Hall</hi> in <hi>London</hi> we find, that there was one <hi>Richard Chau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cer</hi>
                  <note n="1" place="margin">Vintner, <hi>quaſi</hi> Wineturner, that is, a Mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chant of the <hi>Vi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ry,</hi> which ſold by whole ſale.</note> Vintner of <hi>London</hi> in the twenty third Year of <hi>Edward 3d.</hi> who might well be
<hi>Geffrey Chaucer</hi>'s Father.</p>
               <p>Alſo there was a Nun of St. <hi>Hellens</hi> in <hi>London</hi> named <hi>Elizabeth Chaucer,</hi> in the firſt
Year of <hi>Rich. 2d.</hi> as it is in Record, which ſeemeth either to have been his Siſter, or
of his Kindred, and by likelihood a <hi>Londoner</hi> born.</p>
               <p>Moreover, in the eighth year of the ſame King, <hi>Geffrey Chaucer</hi> was Controller of the
Cuſtom-Houſe in <hi>London,</hi> as after out of the Records ſhall appear.</p>
               <p>Other Dealings he had in the City, as we may plainly ſee in the <hi>Teſtament of Love;</hi>
all which may move us to think, That he was born in <hi>London.</hi>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Parentage.</head>
               <p>FOR his Parentage and Place of Birth, although <hi>Bale</hi> termeth him, <hi>Galfridus Chau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cer
nobili loco natus, &amp; ſummae ſpei juvenis,</hi> yet in the Opinion of ſome Heralds,
(otherwiſe than his Vertues and Learning commended him) he deſcended not of any
great Houſe; which they gather by his Arms, <hi>De argento &amp; rubeo colore partita per
longitudiuem ſcuti cum benda ex tranſverſo, eiſdem coloribus ſed tranſmutatis depicta ſub hac
forma.</hi>
               </p>
               <figure/>
               <p>But this is but a ſimple Conjecture: for, honourable Houſes, and of great Antiquity,
have borne as mean Arms as <hi>Chaucer;</hi> and yet his Arms are not ſo mean, ei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
for Colour, Charge, or Particion, as ſome would make them.</p>
               <p>And indeed both in reſpect of the Name, which is <hi>French,</hi> as alſo by other Con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jectures,
it may be gathered, That his Progenitors were Strangers.</p>
               <p>But wheras ſome are of Opinion, that the firſt coming of the <hi>Chaucers</hi> into <hi>England</hi>
was when Qu. <hi>Iſabel,</hi>
                  <note n="1" place="margin">This Q. <hi>Iſabel</hi> being ſent into <hi>France</hi> with her young Son <hi>Edw.</hi> by the K. of <hi>England</hi> her Husband, to conferr a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bout matters with her Bro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther the <hi>French</hi> King, would by no means re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turn, having conceived a great Hatred againſt the <hi>Spenſers,</hi> and alſo againſt the King, for ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fering himſelf to be miſled by their naughty Counſel; but by all means ſtirred the People to Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bellion, and in the end came over her ſelf with almoſt three thouſand Strangers beſides <hi>Engliſhmen.</hi>
                  </note> Wife to <hi>Edw.</hi> 2. and her Son Prince <hi>Edw.</hi> returned out of<note n="2" place="margin">
                     <hi>Henault,</hi> a Province lying between <hi>France</hi> and <hi>Flanders.</hi>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>Henault</hi>
into <hi>England,</hi> at which time alſo almoſt 3000 Strangers came over with them, as by
Chronicles appeareth; or ſome two Years after, when <hi>Philip,</hi> Daughter to the Earl of
<hi>Henault,</hi> came over to be married to Prince <hi>Edward:</hi> I can by no means conſent with
them, but rather muſt think, That their Name and Family was of far more ancient
Antiquity, although by time decayed, as many more had been of much greater Eſtate.
For in the days of <hi>Edw.</hi> 1. there was one <hi>John Chaucer,</hi> as appeared by the Records of
the Tower; where it is ſaid, That the King did hear the Complaint of <hi>John Chaucer</hi> in
the damage of 1000 <hi>l.</hi> There was alſo in the time of <hi>Hen.</hi> 3. and <hi>Edw. 1. Elias Chauceſir;</hi>
of whom the Records in the Exchequer have thus; <hi>Edwardus Dei Gratia, &amp;c. liberate
de Theſauro noſtro Elias Chauceſir decem ſolid. &amp;c.</hi> with which Characters <hi>Geffrey Chaucer</hi>
is written in the Records of <hi>Edw.</hi> 3. and <hi>Rich.</hi> 2. This Name was at the firſt a Name of
Office or Occupation, which afterward came to be the Name of a Family, as <hi>Smith,
Baker, Skinner,</hi> and others have done. In the time of King <hi>John</hi> likewiſe, there was one
named <hi>le Chaucer,</hi> as appeareth by the Records of the Tower. But what need I to ſtand
upon the Antiquity or Gentry of <hi>Chaucer,</hi> when the Roll of <hi>Battle Abbey</hi> affirmeth
<hi>Chaucer</hi> to have come in with the Conquerour. Moreover, it is more likely that the
Parents of <hi>Geffrey Chaucer</hi> were mere <hi>Engliſh,</hi> and himſelf an <hi>Engliſh-man</hi> born; for
elſe how could he have come to that Perfection in our Language, as to be called, The
firſt Illuminer of the <hi>Engliſh</hi> Tongue, had not both he, and his Parents before him,
been born and bred among us? But what their Names were, or what Iſſue they had,
otherwiſe than by Conjecture before given, we cannot declare.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb facs="tcp:51487:8"/>
Now whether they were Merchants, as ſome will have it, (for that in Places where
they have dwelled, the<note n="1" place="margin">This Conie<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cture is of ſmall force: for the Merchants of the Staple had not any Arms granted to them, as I have been informed, before the time of <hi>Henry</hi> the Sixth, or much thereabout.</note> Arms of the Merchants of the Staple have been ſeen in the glaſs
Windows) or whether they were of other Calling, it is not much neceſſary to ſearch;
but wealthy no doubt they were, and of good account in the Commonwealth, who
brought up their Son in ſuch ſort, that both he was thought fit for the Court at home,
and to be employed for matters of State in foreign Countries.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Education.</head>
               <p>HIS bringing up, as <hi>Leland</hi> ſaith, was in the Univerſity of <hi>Oxford,</hi> as alſo in <hi>Cam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bridge,</hi>
as appeareth by his own Words, in his Book entituled, <hi>The Court of Love;</hi>
and in <hi>Oxford</hi> (by all likelihood) in <hi>Canterbury</hi> or in <hi>Merton</hi> Colledge,<note place="margin">
                     <hi>Canterbury</hi> Col<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ledge in <hi>Ox<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ford,</hi> founded by <hi>Simon Iſlip</hi> Archbiſhop of <hi>Canterbury,</hi> was ſuppreſſed in the Reign of K. <hi>Hen.</hi> 8. and joyned unto <hi>Christs-Church.</hi>
                  </note> with <hi>John
Wickliffe,</hi> whoſe Opinions in Religion he much affected; where, beſides his private
Study, he did with great diligence frequent the publick Schools and Diſputations; <hi>Hinc
acutus Dialecticus, hinc dulcis Rhetor, hinc lepidus Poeta, hinc gravis Philoſophus, ac ſan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctus
Theologus evaſit. Mathematicus inſuper ingenioſus erat à Johanne Sombo, &amp;c.</hi> Hereupon
ſaith <hi>Leland,</hi> he became a witty Logician, a ſweet Rhetorician, a pleaſant Poet, a grave
Philoſopher, and a holy Divine. Moreover, he was a very skilful Mathematician, in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtructed
therein by <hi>John Some</hi> and <hi>Nicholas</hi>
                  <note n="2" place="margin">Nicholas de Lynna studio<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rum praecipuas partes in Matheſi collocavit, quae quatuor diſciplinarum orbem complectitur: videlicet, Arithmeticam, Geometriam, Muſicam, &amp; Aſtrologiam. <hi>Bale.</hi>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>Lynne,</hi> Friars Carmelites of <hi>Lynne,</hi> and
men very skilful in the Mathematicks, whom he, in his Book called <hi>The Aſtrolaby,</hi> doth
greatly commend, and calleth them, Reverend Clerks.</p>
               <p>By his Travel alſo in <hi>France</hi> and <hi>Flanders,</hi> where he ſpent much time in his young
Years, but more in the latter end of the Reign of King <hi>Rich.</hi> 2. he attained to great
Perfection in all kind of Learning: for ſo do <hi>Bale</hi> and <hi>Leland</hi> alſo report. <hi>Circa poſtre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mos
Richardi ſecundi annos in Galliis floruit, magnamque illic ex aſſidua in literis exercitati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>one
gloriam ſibi comparavit. Domum reverſus forum Londinenſe, &amp; Collegia Leguleiorum,
qui ibidem patria jura interpretantur, frequentavit, &amp;c.</hi> About the latter end of King
<hi>Richard</hi> the Second's Days he flouriſhed in <hi>France,</hi> and got himſelf great Commendation
there by his diligent Exerciſe in Learning. After his Return home, he frequented the
Court at <hi>London,</hi> and the Colledges of the Lawyers, which there interpret the Laws of
the Land, and among them he had a familiar Friend called<note n="3" place="margin">
                     <hi>John Gower,</hi> a Knight, as <hi>Bale</hi> writeth, ſtudi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed not only the common Laws of the Land, but all other kind of good Literature. He lieth buried in St. <hi>Mary Overies</hi> in <hi>Southwark,</hi> in a ſtately Tomb erected in the Wall, with his Image lying over him, in a Habit of greeniſh Damask down to his Feet, a Collar of Eſſes Gold about his Neck, and on his Head a Chaplet of Roſes, the Ornaments of Knighthood. Under his Head he hath the likeneſs of three Books, which he compiled: the firſt, <hi>Speculum Meditantis</hi> in French; the ſecond, <hi>Vox Clamantis</hi> in Latin; the third, <hi>Confeſſio Amantis</hi> in Engliſh.</note> 
                  <hi>John Gower.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>It ſeemeth that <hi>Chaucer</hi> was of the <hi>Inner Temple;</hi> for not many Years ſince, Maſter
<hi>Buckley</hi> did ſee a Record in the ſame Houſe, where <hi>Geffrey Chaucer</hi> was fined two Shil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lings
for beating a <hi>Franciſcan</hi> Friar in <hi>Fleet-ſtreet.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>Thus ſpending much time in the Univerſities, <hi>France, Flanders,</hi> and Inns of Court,
he proved a ſingular man in all kind of Knowledge.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Marriage.</head>
               <p>HE matched in Marriage with a Knights Daughter of <hi>Henault,</hi> called <hi>Paon de Ruet,</hi>
King of Arms, as by this Draught appeareth, taken out of the Office of the He<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ralds.
This Gentlewoman whom he married (whoſe Name we cannot find) as it may
be gathered by <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s own Words in his Dream, was Attendant on <hi>Blanch</hi> the
Dutcheſs, in the Duke of <hi>Lancaſter</hi>'s Houſe, as alſo her Siſter <hi>Katharine</hi> was; or elſe
waited on the Dutcheſs <hi>Maud,</hi> Siſter of <hi>Blanch,</hi> who was married to <hi>William</hi> Duke of
<hi>Bavare,</hi> Earl of <hi>Henault, Zeland,</hi> and <hi>Holland.</hi> But howſoever it was, by this Marri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>age
he became Brother-in-Law to<note n="4" place="margin">
                     <hi>John Planta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>genet,</hi> ſirnamed <hi>Gaunt,</hi> of <hi>Gaunt</hi> in <hi>Flanders,</hi> where he was born, was the fourth Son of King <hi>Edward</hi> the Third. He was Duke of <hi>Lancaster,</hi> Earl of <hi>Lincoln, Darby,</hi> and <hi>Leicester,</hi> King of <hi>Castile</hi> and <hi>Lyons,</hi> and Steward of <hi>England.</hi> He was alſo Earl of <hi>Richmond,</hi> and Duke of <hi>Aquitain.</hi> He had three Wives, <hi>Blanch, Constance,</hi> and <hi>Katharine.</hi> He lieth buried in the Quire of <hi>Pauls.</hi>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>John</hi> of <hi>Gaunt,</hi> Duke of <hi>Lancaſter,</hi> as hereafter ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>peareth.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <pb facs="tcp:51487:9"/>
               <head>Stemma peculiare Gaufredi Chauceri
Poetae celeberrimi.</head>
               <list>
                  <item>Paganus de Rouet Hannoni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>enſis,
aliter dictus Guien
Rex Armorum.
<list>
                        <item>Catherina de Rouet à
priore marito Hugo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ne
Swinford Equite
cognominata Swin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ford:
Quae poſtea re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nupta
Johanni Gan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>davenſi
tertii Edo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vardi
Regis filio
Lancaſtriae Duci,
illi procreavit filios
tres &amp; unicam fi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>liam.</item>
                        <item>Gaufredus Chaucer
Poeta celeber. ſui
ſaeculi ornamen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tum
ac decus in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gens.</item>
                        <item>Altera filiarum
&amp; cohaeredum
Guienni Ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>morum
Regis,
cujus Nomen
non editur.
<list>
                              <item>Thomas Chaucer
Armiger domi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nus
Manerii de
Ewhelm in Ox<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>onienſi
Comit.</item>
                              <item>William de la Pole Comes
Marchio, &amp; poſtea Dux
Suffolciae.</item>
                              <item>Alicia unica filia, &amp; haeres
Thomae Chaucer ter nupta
Johanni Philip. equiti, de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>inde
comiti Sarum, &amp; po<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtea
Will. Com. Suff.
<list>
                                    <item>Johannes de la Pole
Dux Suffolciae.</item>
                                    <item>Edmundus de la Pole Comes
Suffolciae, ultimus ex hac
ſtirpe attinctus tempore Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gis
Hen. 7.</item>
                                 </list>
                              </item>
                           </list>
                        </item>
                     </list>
                  </item>
               </list>
               <list>
                  <item>Johannes Burg
herſhe, Miles.</item>
                  <item>Matildis filia William
Kerdeston Militis.
<list>
                        <item>Johannes
Burg<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>herſhe
Miles.</item>
                        <item>Imania filia na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tu
maxima, &amp;
una haeredum Si<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>monis
Hannap
vel Hanning de
Comit. Glouc.
<list>
                              <item>Matildis filia &amp;
cohaeres Johan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nis
Burgherſhe
Militis.</item>
                              <item>Margareta altera fili<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>arum
&amp; haeredum
Johannis Burgherſhe
nupta Johanni Arun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>del
de Com. Cornubiae.
<list>
                                    <item>Johannes
Arundell.</item>
                                    <item>Hinc deſcendit ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diernus
Johannes
Arundel.</item>
                                 </list>
                              </item>
                           </list>
                        </item>
                     </list>
                  </item>
               </list>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Children, with their Advancement.</head>
               <p>IT ſhould ſeem, that <hi>Geffrey Chaucer</hi> had another Son beſides<note n="1" place="margin">
                     <hi>Thomas Chau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cer</hi> was born a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bout the 38 or 39<hi rend="sup">th</hi> Year of <hi>Edw.</hi> 3.</note> 
                  <hi>Thomas;</hi> for in the
Preface to the<note n="2" place="margin">
                     <hi>Written</hi> Ann. Domini 1391. Rich. ſecund. 14.</note> 
                  <hi>Aſtrolabe</hi> writeth to one, whom he calleth his little Son <hi>Lewis:</hi> yet
ſome hold opinion, (but I know not upon what Grounds) that <hi>Thomas Chaucer</hi> was
not the Son of <hi>Geffrey Chaucer,</hi> but rather ſome Kinſman of his, whom he brought up.
But this Pedigree by the hands of Maſter <hi>Glover</hi> alias <hi>Somerſet,</hi> that learned Antiquary,
as alſo the Report of Chronicles, ſhew it to be otherwiſe.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb facs="tcp:51487:9"/>
Some ſay that in recompence of <hi>Geffrey Chaucer</hi>'s Service in <hi>France,</hi> being ſent thi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
Ambaſſador, <hi>Edward</hi> the Third gave him this <hi>Maud,</hi> Daughter and Heir of Sir
<note n="1" place="margin">This <hi>John Burgherſhe</hi> was of the ſame Line of <hi>Bar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rholomew Burgherſhe,</hi> one of the firſt Knights of the Garter at the Inſtitution thereof by <hi>Edward</hi> 3. and of <hi>Henry Burgherſhe</hi> Bi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhop of <hi>Lincoln,</hi> and Chancellor and Treaſurer of <hi>England.</hi>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>John Burgherſhe,</hi> Knight, whom he married to <hi>Thomas Chaucer</hi> his Son, to the great
increaſe of his Living, and amendment in Blood.</p>
               <p>This <hi>Thomas Chaucer,</hi> beſides his own Inheritance of<note n="2" place="margin">Ewelme olim Chauceri &amp; De<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lapolorum, nunc Regiae aedes. Dum enim Jo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hannes Lincolniae Comes Gulielmo Delapolo è filio Johanne nepos res novas contra Henricum ſeptimum moliretur proſcriptus omnibus ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noribus, &amp; his poſſeſſionibus excidit: quae in patrimonium Regium tranſcriptae fuerunt. <hi>G. C.</hi>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>Ewelm</hi> and<note n="3" place="margin">
                     <hi>Dunnington</hi> Caſtle ſtandeth in a Park in <hi>Barkſhire</hi> not far from <hi>Newberry,</hi> where to this day ſtandeth an old Oak called <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Oak.</note> 
                  <hi>Dunnington</hi> Caſtle,
(which M. <hi>Camben, England</hi>'s moſt excellent Antiquiographer termeth, <hi>Quondam Chau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceri,
&amp; poſtea Delapolorum Caſtellum exiguum)</hi> was divers ways preferred, as out of Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cords
in the Tower of <hi>London</hi> here we may partly ſee.</p>
               <p>Viceſimo ſecundo Rich. ſecundi viginti Marcae datae Thomae Chaucer per ann. durante vita.</p>
               <p>Anno primo Henrici quarti idem donum viginti Marcarum confirmatum.</p>
               <p>Thomas Chaucer primo anno Henrici ſexti capitalis Pincerna Regis Angliae.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>Thomas Chaucer,</hi> Sheriff of <hi>Oxfordſhire</hi> and <hi>Barkſhire,</hi> and Conſtable of<note n="4" place="margin">Wallingford <hi>in</hi> Barkſhire: Caſtrum admi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>randae amplitudinis &amp; magnificentiae duplici murorum ambitu, duplici item vallo circundatum, in medio, moli in magnam altitudinem aeditae arx imponitur, in cujus acclivi per gradus aſcenſu fons est immenſae profunditatis. Incolae conſtructum à Danis credunt, alii à Ro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>manis. <hi>G. Camben.</hi>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>Wallingford</hi>-Caſtle
and<note n="5" place="margin">Knaresborow <hi>in</hi> Yorkſhire. Caſtrum rupi aſperrimae impoſitum, quod Serlonem de Burgo patruum Euſtacii Veſcii condidiſſe ferunt: nunc patrimonii Lancastrenſis cenſetur. <hi>G. Camden.</hi>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>Knaresborow</hi> Caſtle, and the Foreſt of <hi>Knaresborow,</hi> during Life.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>Queen</hi>
                  <note n="6" place="margin">This <hi>Jane</hi> of <hi>Navarr,</hi> Wi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dow to <hi>John</hi> of <hi>Mounford,</hi> Duke of <hi>Britain,</hi> was married to <hi>Henry</hi> the Fourth, about the fourth Year of his Reign.</note> Jane, <hi>Wife to</hi> Henry <hi>the Fourth, the twelfth year of his Reign, gave to</hi>
Thomas Chaucer, <hi>for his good Service,</hi> Manerium de Woodſtock, Hannebrough, Wotton,
&amp; Stuntesfield, cum omnibus membris &amp; Hamlet. ſuis durante vita.</p>
               <p>Thomas Chaucer, <hi>the laſt Heir male of the</hi> Chaucers, <hi>and Owner of</hi> Ewelm <hi>and</hi> Dun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nington
<hi>Caſtle, the Inheritance of the</hi> Chaucers, <hi>lieth buried in a black Marble Tomb,
in a fair Chappel, in the Pariſh-Church of</hi> Ewelm, <hi>in the ſouth ſide of the Quire, with
this Epitaph,</hi> Hic jacet Thomas Chaucer, Armiger, quondam dominus iſtius villae, &amp; patro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nus
iſtius Eccleſiae, qui obiit 18 die Menſis Novemb. Anno Dom. 1434. &amp; Matildis uxor ejus,
quae obiit 28 die Menſis Aprilis, Anno Dom. 1436.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>Thomas Chaucer</hi> had one only Daughter, named <hi>Alice,</hi> married thrice; firſt to
Sir <hi>John Phillip,</hi> Knight; then to <hi>Thomas Mountacute,</hi> Earl of <hi>Salisbury;</hi> and the third
time to<note n="7" place="margin">The <hi>Pooles</hi> Advancement grew firſt by Merchandiſe: and Sir <hi>Rich<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ard Poole,</hi> Kt. was Father to <hi>William de la Pool,</hi> Merchant of <hi>Hull,</hi> who, for that he frankly and freely did lend to King <hi>Ed.</hi> 3. a great Sum of Mony (at <hi>Mor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taign</hi> in <hi>France,</hi> when he was greatly diſtreſſed) was honoured with the Girdle Military, made Banneret, and endued with 1000 Marks by the Year; and his Succeſſors after were advanced to be Dukes of <hi>Suffolk,</hi> as in Maſter <hi>Stow</hi>'s Annals appeareth.</note> 
                  <hi>William de la Pole,</hi> Earl, and after Duke of <hi>Suffolk;</hi> who, for love of his Wife,
and commodity of her Lands, fell much to dwell in <hi>Oxfordſhire</hi> and <hi>Barkſhire,</hi> where
his Wives Lands lay. Between them they had a Son called <hi>John,</hi> as appeareth in the
Book of the Foundation of the Hoſpital of <hi>Ewelm,</hi> (which is to be ſeen in Mr. <hi>Stow</hi>'s
Library) where the Maſter, Miniſter, and the poor Men, are enjoyned to gather
themſelves at appointed times about the Tomb of <hi>Thomas Chaucer</hi> and <hi>Maud</hi> his Wife,
Father and Mother of the Dutcheſs, and there to ſay certain Prayers appointed; which
being ended, one of them is to ſay openly in the <hi>Engliſh</hi> Tongue, <hi>God ſave in Body and
Soul our ſovereign Lord the King; my Lord</hi> William <hi>Duke of</hi> Suffolk; <hi>my Lady</hi> Alice,
<hi>Dutcheſs of</hi> Suffolk <hi>his Wife, our Foundreſs; my Lord</hi> John <hi>their Son, and all Chriſtian
People;</hi> the Brethren anſwering, <hi>Amen.</hi> This is added, becauſe ſome have held, that
ſhe never had Child, but that the Duke had this Son by another Wife: although in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deed
the deſcending of the <hi>Chaucers</hi> Lands to the <hi>Poles,</hi> and after to the King, might
ſufficiently confute them. But what is it wherein ſome will not cavil?</p>
               <p>This <hi>William</hi> and his Wife increaſed the Manor Place of <hi>Ewelm,</hi>
                  <note place="margin">
                     <hi>William de la Pole</hi> was firſt ſecretly mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ried to the Counteſs of <hi>Henault,</hi> by whom he had a Daughter: and after be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing divorced from her, was publickly married to <hi>T. Chaucer</hi>'s Daughter, Counteſs of <hi>Salisbury,</hi> who proved this Daughter, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing married to one <hi>Barentine,</hi> a Baſtard. The which <hi>Barentine</hi> afterward, for a Rior made againſt the Counteſs, was condemn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed, and loſt an hundred Pounds by the Year. <hi>J. Stow.</hi>
                  </note> and builded there
a Pariſh-Church, and an Hoſpital called <hi>Gods-houſe,</hi> for two Prieſts and thirteen poor
men, to be ſuſtained for ever. One of the Prieſts to be Maſter of the Alms-houſe and
Alms people, them to inſtruct; the other Prieſt, a School-maſter, freely to teach the
Children of the Tenants of the ſaid Lordſhip their Grammar; and either of them to
have ten Pounds by the Year. Alſo one of the poor men to be called Miniſter, to
preſent the Faults of the other to the Maſter, and to ring their common Bell to Service,
<pb facs="tcp:51487:10"/>
and to have ſixteen Pence the Week, and the reſt fourteen Pence. To the which
Houſe they gave the Manors of <hi>Ramridge</hi> in <hi>Hampſhire, Conock</hi> in <hi>Wiltſhire,</hi> and <hi>Merſh</hi>
in <hi>Buckinghamſhire.</hi> They alſo founded an Hoſpital at <hi>Donnington</hi> Caſtle <hi>J. St.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>This <hi>Alice,</hi>
                  <note place="margin">In the 28. of K. <hi>Hen.</hi> 6. 1450. this <hi>William de la Pole</hi> was ba<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>niſhed the Realm for five Years, to pa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cifie the hard opinion which the Commons had conceived againſt him. In his Journey to his Baniſhment he was taken and beheaded, and his Body caſt up at <hi>Dover</hi> Sands, and buried in the Charter-houſe at <hi>Hull. J. St.</hi>
                  </note> Wife of Duke <hi>William,</hi> ſurviving her Husband, was after buried in the
Pariſh Church of <hi>Ewelm,</hi> on the South-ſide of the high Altar, in a rich Tomb of Ala<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>baſter,
with an Image in the Habit of a Voweſs, and Dutcheſs crowned, lying on the
ſame Tomb: and another Image under the Tomb, ſo near as may be, like unto her
at the time of her Death, with this Epitaph, <hi>Orate pro anima ſereniſſimae principiſſae Ali<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ciae
Suffolchiae, hujus Eccleſiae Patronae, &amp; primae fundatricis hujus Eleemoſinariae, quae obiit
20 die menſis Maii, Anno Dom. 1475. Litera Dominicali,</hi> A.</p>
               <p>Among many things that greatly renowned <hi>Geffrey Chaucer,</hi> this was one ſaith <hi>Bale,</hi>
That he had a Kinſwoman, <hi>Quae Gulielmo Sudovolgiorum Duci nupſit, ac magno in ſplen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dore
Aquelmi vitam egit:</hi> that is, which being married to <hi>William</hi> Duke of <hi>Suffolk,</hi> li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved
in great Honour at <hi>Ewelm.</hi>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Revenues.</head>
               <p>BUT now to return to <hi>Geffrey Chaucer:</hi> although he had Lands and Revenues in
divers Places, and that to the yearly value, as ſome ſay, almoſt of a thouſand
Pounds, yet the Place of his moſt Abode was at <hi>Woodſtock,</hi> in a fair Houſe of Stone next
to the King's Place, called to this day <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Houſe, and by that Name paſſed by
the Queen to the Tenant which there now dwelleth. <hi>Chaucer</hi> took great Pleaſure to
lye there, in regard of the Park, in ſundry of his Writings much by him commend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed;
as alſo to be near the Court, where his beſt Friends were, and they who were able
to do him moſt Pleaſure: by whoſe means he had ſundry Rewards beſtowed upon
him, and that worthily, for his good Service, which often he performed, and where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>of
in Chronicles and Records we may read.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Service.</head>
               <p>IN the laſt Year of King <hi>Edward</hi> the Third,<note place="margin">This Sir <hi>Rich. Dangle,</hi> a Knt. of <hi>Poictu,</hi> came over with the Duke of <hi>Lan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>caſter,</hi> who, for his Valiancy and tryed Truth to the King of <hi>Eng<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>land,</hi> was made Knight of the Garter.</note> he with Sir <hi>Richard Dangle,</hi> and Sir
<hi>Richard Stan,</hi> was ſent to <hi>Montrevil</hi> to move a Marriage to be had between <hi>Rich<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ard</hi>
Prince of <hi>Wales,</hi> and the Lady <hi>Mary,</hi> Daughter to the <hi>French</hi> King. Some write,
that he, with <hi>Petrark,</hi> was preſent at the Marriage of <hi>Lionel</hi> Duke of <hi>Clarence</hi> with
<hi>Violant</hi> Daughter of <hi>Galeaſius</hi> Duke of <hi>Millain;</hi> yet <hi>Paulus Jovius</hi> nameth not <hi>Chaucer,</hi>
but <hi>Petrark,</hi> he ſaith, was there. And yet it may well be; for it is in Record, that
twice or thrice he was employed in foreign Countries: which if it be true, well might
the man be at ſuch Charges and Expences as he might ſtand in need of King <hi>Richard</hi>
the Second's Protection (as after ſhall appear) till he had better recovered himſelf. But
for his Service he was not unrewarded.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Rewards.</head>
               <p>
                  <hi>CHaucer</hi> is called <hi>Armiger Regis:</hi> for in the Patent Rolls of <hi>Part 1. of 50 Ed. 3. M.</hi> 5.
the King maketh a Grant, <hi>Armigero noſtro Galfrido Chaucer.</hi> This <hi>Armiger Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gis</hi>
was of good Worſhip and Reputation about the Prince, being alſo the ſame that
<hi>Scutifer Regis</hi> was, to bear the King's Shield and other Armour of his, both out and
in the Wars. By which Name of <hi>Scutifer Regis,</hi> the King granted to him the Lands
and Body of Sir <hi>Edmund Staplegat,</hi> for the Manor of <hi>Bilſington</hi> in <hi>Kent,</hi> to whom he
paid 104 Pounds for the ſame; as appeareth in Patent <hi>Part 2. de anno 49 Edw.</hi> 3. Again,
the King before that, in 45 <hi>Edw.</hi> 3: as appeareth in <hi>pellis Exitus</hi> of the Exchequer,
had granted unto him twenty Marks by Year, by the Name of <hi>Galfride Chaucer
Valectus Hoſpitii;</hi> which is, Groom of the Palace, a place of good Worſhip. By which
Name of <hi>Valectus<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
                  </hi> alſo King <hi>Edw.</hi> 3. long before did entite <hi>Laurence Haſtings,</hi> Lord
of <hi>Aburganey,</hi> calling him <hi>Valectum noſtrum,</hi> being the King's Groom, Page, or Ser<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vant.
For unto this day, certain Servitors of the Queens are called Pages and Grooms,
being of Worſhip and Reputation, as are the Grooms of the Privy Chamber. By
which may be gathered in what Credit <hi>G. Chaucer</hi> was with King <hi>Edw.</hi> 3.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb facs="tcp:51487:10"/>
Anno 8 Richardi 2. Galfridus Chaucer Contrarotulator Cuſtomarïorum &amp; Subſidiorum in
portu Civitatis noſtrae London.</p>
               <p>Anno 17 Richardi 2. Viginti librae datae Galfrido Chaucero per annum durante vita:</p>
               <p>Vigeſſimo ſecundo anno Richardi ſecundi conceſſum Galfrido Chaucer unum dolium
vini per annum durante vita, in portu civitatis London. per manus capitalis Pincernae
noſtri.</p>
               <p>Anno primo Henrici quarti Galfrido Chaucero Armigero literae patentes confirmatae pro vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginti
libris nummorum per annum durante vita &amp; uno dolio vini.</p>
               <p>Eodem etiam anno conceſſae adhuc &amp; datae eidem Galfrido Chaucero Quadraginta marcae
per annum durante vita.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Friends.</head>
               <p>FRiends he had in the Court, of the beſt ſort: for beſides that he always held in
with the Princes, in whoſe days he lived, he had of the beſt of the Nobility,
both Lords and Ladies, which favoured him greatly. But chiefly <hi>John of Gaunt</hi> Duke
of <hi>Lancaſter,</hi> at whoſe commandment he made the Treatiſe<note n="1" place="margin">Some ſay he did but tran<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſlate it; and that it was made by Sir <hi>Otes de Grant<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſome,</hi> Knight, in <hi>French:</hi> of my Lady of <hi>York,</hi> Daughter to the King of <hi>Spain,</hi> repre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſenting <hi>Venus;</hi> and my Lord of <hi>Huntingdon,</hi> ſometime Duke of <hi>Exceſter.</hi> This Lady was younger Siſter to <hi>Conſtance, John of Gaunt</hi>'s ſecond Wife. This Lord of <hi>Huntingdon</hi> was called <hi>John Holland,</hi> half Brother to <hi>Richard</hi> the Second: He married <hi>Elizabeth</hi> the Daughter of <hi>John</hi> of <hi>Gaunt</hi> Duke of <hi>Lancaster.</hi>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>Of the Alliance betwixt
Mars and Venus:</hi> and alſo the Book of the <hi>Dutcheſs.</hi> Likewiſe the Lady <hi>Iſabel,</hi> Daugh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
to King <hi>Edward</hi> the Third, and Wife to <hi>Ingeram de Guynes,</hi> Lord <hi>De Coucy:</hi> alſo
the Lady <hi>Margaret,</hi> Daughter to the ſame King, married to <hi>John Haſtings</hi> Earl of
<hi>Penbrook,</hi> did greatly love and favour <hi>Geffrey Chaucer;</hi> and he again did as much ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour
them, but eſpecially the Lady <hi>Margaret,</hi> as it may appear in divers Treatiſes by
him written: as in the Prologue of the Legend of good Women under the Name of
the Daiſy; and likewiſe in a Ballad, beginning, <hi>In the ſeaſon of Feuerier.</hi> Others
there were of great account, whereof ſome, for ſome cauſes, took liking of him, and
other for his rare Gifts and Learning did admire him. And thus he lived in honour
many Years both at home and abroad.</p>
               <p>Yet it ſeemeth that he was in ſome trouble in the days of King <hi>Richard</hi> the Second,
as it may appear in the Teſtament of Love; where he doth greatly complain of his
own raſhneſs in following the multitude, and of their hatred againſt him for bewray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
their purpoſe. And in that complaint which he maketh to his empty Purſe, I do
find a written Copy, which I had of Mr. <hi>Stow</hi> (whoſe Library helped me in many
things) wherein ten times more is adjoyned than is in Print. Where he maketh great
Lamentation for his wrongful Impriſonment, wiſhing death to end his days: which in
my Judgment doth greatly accord with that in the Teſtament of Love. Moreover,
we find it thus in Record:</p>
               <p>In the ſecond Year of <hi>Richard</hi> the Second,<note place="margin">Out of the Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cords in the Tower.</note> The King took <hi>Geffrey Chaucer</hi> and his
Lands into his Protection: the occaſion whereof, no doubt, was ſome danger and
trouble wherein he was fallen by favouring ſome raſh attempt of the common People.
For living in ſuch troubleſome times, wherein few knew what part to take, no mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vel
if he came into ſome danger, nay great marvel that he fell not into greater danger.
But as he was learned, ſo was he wiſe, and kept himſelf much out of the way in <hi>Hol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>land,
Zeland,</hi> and <hi>France,</hi> where he wrote moſt of his Books.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Books.</head>
               <p>
                  <hi>CHaucer</hi> had always an earneſt deſire to enrich and beautifie our <hi>Engliſh</hi> Tongue,
which in thoſe days was very rude and barren; and this he did, following the
Example of <hi>Dantes</hi> and <hi>Petrarch,</hi> who had done the ſame for the <hi>Italian</hi> Tongue,
<hi>Alanus</hi> for the <hi>French,</hi> and <hi>Johannes Mena</hi> for the <hi>Spaniſh;</hi> neither was <hi>Chaucer</hi> inferi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>our
to any of them in the performance hereof: and <hi>England</hi> in this reſpect is much be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>holden
to him, as <hi>Leland</hi> well noteth;
<q>
                     <l>Anglia Chaucerum veneratur noſtra poetam,</l>
                     <l>Cui veneres debet patria lingua ſuas:</l>
                  </q>
                  <q>
                     <l>Our <hi>England</hi> honoureth <hi>Chaucer</hi> Poet, as principal</l>
                     <l>To whom her Country Tongue doth owe her Beauties all.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <pb facs="tcp:51487:11"/>
Beſides thoſe Books of his which we have in print, he wrote divers others; as,
<list>
                     <item>De Vulcani veru.</item>
                     <item>De Leone &amp; eius dignitate.</item>
                     <item>Comoedias &amp; Tragoedias.</item>
                     <item>Facetias &amp; Jocos.</item>
                     <item>
                        <hi>Jack Vpland</hi> againſt Friars. Now Printed.</item>
                     <item>And His A. B. C. Now Printed.</item>
                  </list>
               </p>
               <p>Others I have ſeen without any Authors Name, in the hands of Mr. <hi>Stow,</hi> that
painful Antiquary; which for the Invention I would verily judge to be <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s, were
it not that Words and Phraſes carry not every where <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Antiquity. Mr. <hi>William
Thynn,</hi> in his firſt printed Book of <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Works, with one Column on a ſide, had
a Tale called the <hi>Pilgrims Tale,</hi> which was more odious to the Clergy than the <hi>Speech
of the Plowman.</hi> The Tale began thus; <hi>In Lincolneſhire faſt by a fenne, Stand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
a religious houſe who doth it kenne.</hi> The Argument of which Tale, as alſo
the occaſion thereof, and the cauſe why it was left out of <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Works, ſhall here<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>after
be ſhewed, if God permit, in Mr. <hi>Francis Thynn</hi>'s Comment upon <hi>Chaucer;</hi> and
the Tale it ſelf publiſhed if poſſibly it can be found.</p>
               <p>Now, concerning thoſe Books which we have in print; The <hi>Canterbury</hi> Tales for
the moſt part were of his own Invention; yet ſome of them tranſlated, and penned in
King <hi>Richard</hi> the Second's Days, and after the Inſurrection of <hi>Jack Straw,</hi> which was
in the fourth Year of the ſame King; for in the Tale of the Nuns Prieſt, he maketh
mention thereof.</p>
               <p>The <hi>Romaunt of the Roſe</hi> was tranſlated out of <hi>French.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>Troilus</hi> and <hi>Creſeid,</hi> called <hi>Trophe</hi> in the <hi>Lumbard</hi> Tongue, was tranſlated out of
<hi>Latin,</hi> as in the Preface to the ſecond Book of <hi>Troilus</hi> and <hi>Creſeid</hi> he confeſſeth in
theſe Words:
<q>
                     <l>To every Lover I me excuſe,</l>
                     <l>That of no ſentement I this endite,</l>
                     <l>But out of Latin in my Tongue it write.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>Mary Magdalen,</hi> tranſlated out of St. <hi>Origen.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>The Ballad, <hi>Fly from the Preaſe,</hi> made by <hi>Chaucer</hi> on his Death-bed:</p>
               <p>The Letter of <hi>Cupid</hi> is none of <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s doing, but was compiled by<note n="a" place="margin">Thomas Oc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cleve, <hi>vel</hi> Ocke<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſe, vir tam bonis literis, quam generis proſapia clarus exquiſua qua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dam Anglici ſermonis elo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quentia poſt Chaucerum, cujus ſuerat diſcipulus, patriam ornavit linguam. Johannis Wiclevi, &amp; ipſius Berengarii in religione doctri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nam ſequebatur. Tractatus hos fecit: Planctum proprium. Dialogum and amicum. De quadam Imperatrice. De arte moriendi. De coeleſti Hieruſalem. De quodam Jonatha. De Regimine Principis.</note> 
                  <hi>Thomas Oc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cleve,</hi>
of the Office of the privy Seal, ſometime <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Scholar. The which <hi>Occleve,</hi>
for the Love he bare to his Maſter, cauſed his Picture to be truly drawn in his Book
<hi>De Regimine Principis,</hi> dedicated to <hi>Henry</hi> the Fifth; the which I have ſeen, and ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cording
to which this in the beginning of this Book was done by Mr. <hi>Spede,</hi> who hath
annexed thereto all ſuch Coats of Arms, as any way concern the <hi>Chaucers,</hi> as he found
them (travelling for that Purpoſe) at <hi>Ewelm</hi> and at <hi>Wickham.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>Occleve,</hi> in that Book where he ſetteth down <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Picture, addeth theſe Verſes:
<q>
                     <l>Although his life be queint, the reſemblaunce</l>
                     <l>Of him that hath in me ſo freſh livelines,</l>
                     <l>That to put other men in remembraunce</l>
                     <l>Of his perſon, I have here the likenes</l>
                     <l>Do make, to the end in ſoothfaſtnes,</l>
                     <l>That they that of him have loſt thought and mind,</l>
                     <l>By this peinture may again him find.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>His Death.</head>
               <p>
                  <hi>GEffrey Chaucer</hi> departed out of this World the <hi>25th</hi> of <hi>October,</hi> in the Year of our
Lord 1400, after he had lived about 72 Years. Thus writeth <hi>Bale</hi> out of <hi>Leland;
Chaucerus ad canos devenit, ſenſitque ſenectutem morbum eſſe; &amp; dum cauſas ſuas Londini
curaret,</hi> &amp;c. <hi>Chaucer</hi> lived till he was an old Man, and found old Age to be grievous:
and whilſt he followed his Cauſes at <hi>London,</hi> he died, and was buried at <hi>Weſtminſter.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <pb facs="tcp:51487:11"/>
The old Verſes which were written on his Grave at the firſt, were theſe:
<q>
                     <l>Galfridus Chaucer vates &amp; fama poeſis,</l>
                     <l>Maternae hac ſacra ſum tumulatus humo.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>But ſince Mr. <hi>Nicholas Brigham</hi> did at his own Coſt and Charges erect a fair mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
Monument for him, with his Picture, reſembling that done by <hi>Occleve;</hi> and theſe
Verſes:
<q>
                     <l>Qui fuit Anglorum vates ter maximus olint</l>
                     <l>Gaufredus Chaucer conditur hoc tumulo:</l>
                     <l>Annum ſi quaeras domini, ſi tempora vitae</l>
                     <l>Ecce notae ſubſunt, quae tibi cuncta notant.</l>
                     <l>Anno Domini 1400, die menſis Octob. 25.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>About the Ledge of which Tomb were theſe Verſes; now clean worn out:
<q>
                     <l>Si rogites quis eram, forſan te fama docebit:</l>
                     <l>Quod ſi fama negat, mundi quia gloria tranſit,</l>
                     <l>Haec monumenta lege.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>Now it ſhall not be amiſs to theſe Epitaphs, to add the Judgements and Reports of
ſome learned men, of this worthy and famous Poet. And firſt of all, <hi>Thomas Occleve,</hi>
who lived in his Days, writeth thus of him in his Book <hi>De Regimine Principis:</hi>
                  <q>
                     <l>But welaway ſo is mine hert woe</l>
                     <l>That the honour of Engliſh Tongue is deed,</l>
                     <l>Of which I wont was counſail have and reed.</l>
                     <l>O Maſter dere and Fadre reuerent,</l>
                     <l>My Maſter Chaucer, floure of Eloquence,</l>
                     <l>Mirror of fructuous entendement,</l>
                     <l>O univerſal Fadre of Science:</l>
                     <l>Alas that thou thine excellent prudence</l>
                     <l>In thy bed mortal mighteſt not bequeath.</l>
                     <l>What eyld Death? Alas why would ſhe thee ſle.</l>
                     <l>O Death that dideſt not harme ſingler in ſlaughter of him</l>
                     <l>But all the land it ſmerteth.</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe yet haſt thou no power his Name ſle,</l>
                     <l>His hie vertue afterteth</l>
                     <l>Vnſlain fro thee, which ay us lifely herteth,</l>
                     <l>With Books of his ornat enditing,</l>
                     <l>That is to all this land enlumining.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>The ſame Author again in the ſame Book:
<q>
                     <l>My dear Maiſter, God his ſoule quite,</l>
                     <l>And Fader Chaucer faine would have me taught,</l>
                     <l>But I was young, and leered lite or nought,</l>
                     <l>Alas my worthy Maiſter honorable,</l>
                     <l>This Lands very treaſure and richeſſe,</l>
                     <l>Death by thy death hath harme irreparable</l>
                     <l>Vnto us done: her vengeable dureſſe</l>
                     <l>Diſpoiled hath this lond of the ſweetneſſe</l>
                     <l>Of Rhetorige: for unto Tullius</l>
                     <l>Was never man ſo like among us:</l>
                     <l>Alſo who was heire in Philoſophy</l>
                     <l>To Ariſtotle, in our Tongue, but thou?</l>
                     <l>The ſteppes of Virgil in Poeſe</l>
                     <l>Thou ſuedeſt eken, men know well inough.</l>
                     <l>That combre World that thee my Maiſter ſlough</l>
                     <l>Would I ſlaine were: Death was too haſtife</l>
                     <l>To renne on thee, and reve thee thy life,</l>
                     <l>She might have tarried her vengeance a while,</l>
                     <l>To that ſome man had egal to thee be.</l>
                     <l>Nay let be that: ſhe knew wele that this Ile</l>
                     <l>May never man forth bring like unto thee:</l>
                     <l>And her Office needs do muſt ſhe,</l>
                     <l>God had her ſo, I truſt all for the beſt,</l>
                     <l>O Maiſter, Maiſter, God thy Soul reſt.</l>
                  </q>
                  <pb facs="tcp:51487:12"/>
Dan<note n="*" place="margin">
                     <hi>John Lidgate</hi> Monk of <hi>Bury,</hi> an excellent Poet: He tra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>velled <hi>France</hi> and <hi>Italy,</hi> to learn the Lan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guages and Sciences.</note> 
                  <hi>John Lidgate</hi> likewiſe, in his Prologue of <hi>Bocchas</hi> of the Fall of Princes, by
him tranſlated, ſaith thus in his Commendation.</p>
               <q>
                  <l>My Maiſter Chaucer with his freſh Comedies,</l>
                  <l>Is dead alas, chief Poet of Britaine,</l>
                  <l>That whilome made full pitous Tragedies,</l>
                  <l>The faule alſo of Princes he did complaine,</l>
                  <l>As he that was of making ſoveraine,</l>
                  <l>Whom all this land ſhould of right preferre,</l>
                  <l>Sith of our Language he was the Loadſterre.</l>
               </q>
               <p>Afterward in the ſame place do follow fourſcore and three Verſes in the Commen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dation
of <hi>Chaucer,</hi> and the Books that he made particularly named.</p>
               <p>In a Book of Maſter <hi>Stow</hi>'s (but I know not who was the Author) I find theſe
Verſes;
<q>
                     <l>O fathers and founders of enornat eloquence,</l>
                     <l>That elumined have our great Britaine,</l>
                     <l>To ſoon we have loſt our lauriat Science,</l>
                     <l>O luſty licour of that fulſome Fountain,</l>
                     <l>O curſed Death, why haſt thou thoſe Poets ſlain,</l>
                     <l>I mean Gower, Chaucer, and<note n="*" place="margin">That is <hi>Gef<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>frey Vineſauſe:</hi> of whom read in the Recital of Authors.</note> Gaufride,</l>
                     <l>Alas the time that ever they fro us dide.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>John Lidgate</hi> again, in a Book which he writeth of the Birth of the <hi>Virgin Mary,</hi>
hath theſe Verſes;
<q>
                     <lg>
                        <l>And eke Maiſter Chaucer now is in graue,</l>
                        <l>The notable Rhetore, Poet of Britaine,</l>
                        <l>That worthy was the laurell to haue</l>
                        <l>Of poetry, and the palme attain,</l>
                        <l>That made firſt to diſtil and rain</l>
                        <l>The gold dew drops of ſpeech and eloquence</l>
                        <l>Into our Tongue through his excellence.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>And found the floures firſt of Rhetoricke,</l>
                        <l>Our rude Speech only to enlumine,</l>
                        <l>That in our Tongue was never none him like:</l>
                        <l>For as the ſunne doth in heaven ſhine,</l>
                        <l>In midday ſpere down to us by line,</l>
                        <l>In whoſe preſence no ſterre may appear,</l>
                        <l>Right ſo his ditties withouten any peare</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Every making with his light diſlaine,</l>
                        <l>In ſoothfaſtneſſe, who ſo taketh heed:</l>
                        <l>Wherefore no wonder though my hert plain</l>
                        <l>Vpon his death, and for ſorrow bleed</l>
                        <l>For want of him now in my great need,</l>
                        <l>That ſhould (alas) convay and eke direct,</l>
                        <l>And with his ſupport amend and correct</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>The wrong traces of my rude Pen,</l>
                        <l>There as I erre, and go not line right.</l>
                        <l>But that for he ne may me not kenne,</l>
                        <l>I can no more but with all my might,</l>
                        <l>With all mine heart, and mine inward ſight,</l>
                        <l>Prayeth for him that now lieth in cheſt,</l>
                        <l>To God aboue to giue his Soul good reſt.</l>
                     </lg>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>The excellent and learned <hi>Scottiſh</hi> Poet <hi>Gawyne Dowglas,</hi> Biſhop of <hi>Dunkeld,</hi> in the
Preface of <hi>Virgil</hi>'s <hi>Eneados,</hi> turned into <hi>Scottiſh</hi> Verſe, doth thus ſpeak of <hi>Chaucer:</hi>
                  <q>
                     <l>Venerable Chaucer, principal Poet without pere,</l>
                     <l>Heauenly Trumpet, Orloge, and Regulere,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb facs="tcp:51487:12"/>
In eloquence, baulme conduct, and Dyal,</l>
                     <l>Milky fountein, clear ſtrand, and roſe ryal</l>
                     <l>Of freſh endite through Alvione Iſland brayed,</l>
                     <l>In his Legend of notable ladies ſayed, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>About <hi>William Caxton</hi>'s Time,<note place="margin">This <hi>William Caxton</hi> of <hi>Lon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>don,</hi> Mercer, brought <hi>Printing</hi> out of <hi>Germany</hi> into <hi>England</hi> about the latter end of the Reign of <hi>Henry</hi> the Sixth, and practiſed the ſame in the Abbey of St. <hi>Peter</hi> at <hi>Weſtminſter.</hi> It was firſt found in <hi>Germany</hi> at <hi>Mogunce,</hi> by one <hi>John Cuthembergus,</hi> a Knight; and brought to <hi>Rome</hi> by <hi>Conradus</hi> an <hi>Almaigne,</hi> as ſome Authors ſay.</note> 
                  <hi>Stephanus Surigonius,</hi> Poet Laureat of <hi>Millain,</hi> did
write this Epitaph upon <hi>Geffrey Chaucer,</hi> in Latin.</p>
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                           <head>Epitaphium Galfridi Chaucer, per Poetam laureatum
Stephanum Surigonum Mediolanenſem in decretis
licentiatum.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>PYerides muſae, ſi poſſint numina fletus</l>
                              <l>Fundere, divinas atque rigare genas:</l>
                              <l>Galfridi vatis Chaucer crudelia fata</l>
                              <l>Plangite: ſit lachrimis abſtinuiſſe nephas.</l>
                              <l>Vos coluit vivens: at vos celebrate ſepultum,</l>
                              <l>Reddatur merito gratia digna viro.</l>
                              <l>Grande decus vobis eſt docti muſa Maronis,</l>
                              <l>Qua didicit melius lingua latina loqui.</l>
                              <l>Grande, novum<expan>
                                    <am>
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                                    <ex>que</ex>
                                 </expan> decus Chaucer, famam<expan>
                                    <am>
                                       <g ref="char:abque"/>
                                    </am>
                                    <ex>que</ex>
                                 </expan> paravit:</l>
                              <l>Heu quantum fuerat priſca Britanna rudis.</l>
                              <l>Reddidit inſignem maternis verſibus, ut jam</l>
                              <l>Aurea ſplendeſcat, ferrea facta prius.</l>
                              <l>Hunc latuiſſe virum nil, ſi tot opuſcula vertes,</l>
                              <l>Dixeris, egregiis quae decorata modis,</l>
                              <l>Socratis ingenium, vel fontes Philoſophiae,</l>
                              <l>Quicquid &amp; arcani dogmata ſacra ferunt.</l>
                              <l>Et quaſcumque velis, tenuit digniſſimus artes:</l>
                              <l>Hic vates parvo conditus hoc tumulo.</l>
                              <l>Ah laudis quantum, praeclara Britannia, perdis,</l>
                              <l>Dum rapuit tantum mors odioſa virum.</l>
                              <l>Crudeles Parcae, crudelia filia ſororum:</l>
                              <l>Non tamen, extincto corpore, fama perit:</l>
                              <l>Vivet in aeternum, vivent dum ſcripta poetae:</l>
                              <l>Vivent aeterno tot monumenta die.</l>
                              <l>Si qua bonos tangit pietas, ſi carmine dignus,</l>
                              <l>Carmina, qui cecinit, tot cumulata modis,</l>
                              <l>Haec ſibi Marmoreo ſcribantur verba ſepulchro,</l>
                              <l>Haec maneat landis ſarcina ſumma ſuae.</l>
                              <l>Galfridus Chaucer vates, &amp; fama poeſis</l>
                              <l>Maternae haec ſacra ſum timulatus humo.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Poſt obitum Caxton voluit te vivere cura</l>
                              <l>Guillelnii, Chaucer clare poeta, tui.</l>
                              <l>Nam tua non ſolum compreſſit opuſcula formis,</l>
                              <l>Has quoque ſed landes juſſit hic eſſe tuas.</l>
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               <p>And as for men of later time, Mr. <hi>William Thynn,</hi> that learned Gentleman, and
painful Collector of <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Works, in his Epiſtle Dedicatory to the King's Majeſty,
hath duely ſet forth the commendable Qualities of this Poet; whoſe Judgment we are
the rather to approve, for that he had farther inſight into him than many others: of
whom, <hi>John Bale,</hi> in his Book <hi>De Scriptoribus Britan. Centur.</hi> 12. hath ſome 60 Years
paſt delivered this; <hi>Guilhelmus Thynn, praeclari generis homo, &amp; ab ineunte aetate in literis
educatus, multo labore, ſedulitate &amp; cura uſus, in perquirendis vetuſtis exemplaribus, Chau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceri
<pb facs="tcp:51487:13"/>
opera reſtituit, atque in unum collegit volumen: quod Henrico octavo Anglorum regi de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dicavit.</hi>
Since whoſe time, two of the pureſt and beſt Writers of our days, the one
for Proſe, the other for Verſe, Mr. <hi>Aſcham</hi> and Mr. <hi>Spenſer,</hi> have delivered moſt wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy
Teſtimonies of their approving of <hi>Chaucer.</hi> Mr. <hi>Aſcham</hi> in one Place calleth him
<hi>Engliſh Homer,</hi> and makes no doubt to ſay, that he valueth his Authority of as high
Eſtimation as ever he did either <hi>Sophocles</hi> or <hi>Euripides</hi> in <hi>Greek.</hi> And in another place,
where he declareth his Opinion of <hi>Engliſh</hi> verſifying, he uſeth theſe Words. <hi>Chaucer
and Petrark, thoſe two worthy Wits, deſerve juſt Praiſe.</hi> And laſt of all, in his Diſcourſe
of <hi>Germany,</hi> he putteth him nothing behind either <hi>Thucidides</hi> or <hi>Homer</hi> for his lively de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſcriptions
of ſite of Places, and nature of Perſons both in outward ſhape of Body, and in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
diſpoſition of Mind; adding this withal, That not the proudeſt that hath written
in any Tongue whatſoever, in theſe Points, can carry away the Praiſe from him.</p>
               <p>Mr. <hi>Spenſer,</hi> in his firſt Eglogue of his Shepherds Kalendar, calleth him <hi>Tityrus,</hi> the
God of Shepherds, comparing him to the Worthineſs of the <hi>Roman Tityrus Virgil.</hi> In
his Fairy Queen, in his Diſcourſe of Friendſhip, as thinking himſelf moſt worthy to
be <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s Friend, for his like natural Diſpoſition that <hi>Chaucer</hi> had, the ſheweth,
that none that lived with him, nor none that came after him, durſt preſume to revive
<hi>Chaucer</hi>'s loſt Labours in that imperfect Tale of the Squire, but only himſelf; which
he had not done, had he not felt (as he ſaith) the Infuſion of <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s own ſweet
Spirit ſurviving within him. And a little before, he termeth him, Moſt renowned
and Heroical Poet; and his Writings, The Works of Heavenly Wit; concluding his
Commendation in this manner:
<q>
                     <l>Dan <hi>Chaucer,</hi> Well of Engliſh, undefiled,</l>
                     <l>On Fame's eternal Beadrole worthy to be filed.</l>
                     <l>I follow here the footing of thy Feet,</l>
                     <l>That with thy meaning ſo I may the rather meet.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>And once again I muſt remember Mr. <hi>Camden</hi>'s Authority, who as it were reach<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
one hand to Mr. <hi>Aſcham,</hi> and the other to Mr. <hi>Spenſer,</hi> and ſo drawing them to<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gether,
uttereth of him theſe Words: <hi>De Homero noſtro Anglico illud vere aſſeram, quod
de Homero eruditus ille Italus dixit:</hi>
                  <q>
                     <l>—Hic ille eſt, cujus de gurgite ſacro</l>
                     <l>Combibit arcanos vatum omnis turba furores.</l>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>And that we may conclude his Praiſes with the Teſtimony of the worthieſt Gentle<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man
that the Court hath afforded in many Years; Sir <hi>Philip Sidney,</hi> in his Apology
for Poetry, ſaith thus of him; <hi>Chaucer</hi> undoubtedly did excellently in his <hi>Troilus</hi> and
<hi>Creiſeid;</hi> of whom truly I know not whether to marvel more, either that he in that
miſty time could ſee ſo clearly, or that we in this clear Age walk ſo ſtumblingly after
him. Seeing therefore that both old and new Writers have carried this reverend Con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceit
of our Poet, and openly declared the ſame by Writing, let us conclude with <hi>Ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>race,</hi>
in the eighth Ode of his fourth Book:</p>
               <epigraph>
                  <q>Dignum laude virum muſa vetat mori.</q>
               </epigraph>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div type="notice">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:13"/>
            <head>ADVERTISEMENT
TO THE
READER.</head>
            <p>HAving, for ſome Years laſt paſt, been greatly ſolli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cited
by many Learned and Worthy Gentlemen,
to Re-print the Works of this Ancient Poet; I have
now, not only to anſwer their Deſire, but I hope to
their full Satisfaction, perform'd the Obligation long
ſince laid upon me, and ſent <hi>Chaucer</hi> abroad into the
World again, in his old dreſs, and under the Protection
of his own Merits, without any new Preface or Letters
Commendatory, it being the Opinion of thoſe Learned
Perſons, that his own Works are his beſt Encomium.</p>
            <p>Whereas in the <hi>Life of Chaucer,</hi> mention is made of
a Tale, call'd the <hi>Pilgrims Tale,</hi> which is there ſaid to
have been ſeen in the Library of Mr. <hi>Stow,</hi> and pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mis'd
to be printed ſo ſoon as opportunity ſhould offer;
I have, for the procuring of it, uſed all Diligence
imaginable, not only in ſearching the publick Libraries
of both Univerſities, but alſo all private Libraries that
I could have Acceſs unto; but having no Succeſs therein,
I beg you will pleaſe to accept my earneſt Endeavour
to have ſerv'd you, and take what is here printed, it
being all that at preſent can be found that was <hi>Chaucer</hi>'s.</p>
            <closer>
               <signed>J. H.</signed>
            </closer>
         </div>
         <div type="half_title">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:14"/>
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:14"/>
            <p>THE
<hi>Works of Ieffrey Chaucer,</hi>
With Additions.
Alſo the Siege and Deſtruction of the worthy City of <hi>Thebes;</hi>
Compiled by <hi>John Lidgate,</hi> Monk of <hi>BVRY.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>
               <figure>
                  <p>Virtue flouriſheth in <hi>Chaucer</hi> ſtill,
Though Death of him hath wrought his will.</p>
               </figure>
            </p>
         </div>
         <div type="dedication">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:15"/>
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:15"/>
            <head>To the KING's HIGHNESS,
My moſt Gracious Soveraign Lord,
HENRY the Eighth,
By the Grace of God, King of England, and of
France, Defenſor of the Faith, and Lord of Ireland, &amp;c.</head>
            <p>AMongs all other excellencies, moſt
Gracious Soveraigne Lord, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>with
Almighty God hath endowed
mankind, above the reſidue of earth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
creatures, as an outward declaration of
reaſon or reaſonableneſs, wherein conſiſteth
the ſimilitude of Man unto Angels, and the
difference between the ſame and brute beaſts,
I verayly ſuppoſe, that Speech or Lan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guage
is not to be reputed amongs the
ſmalleſt or inferiours: for thereby is expreſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
the conceit of one to another, in open
and plaine Sentence, which in the reſidue
of lively creatures lacketh and is not ſhewed
amongs them, but by certain covert and
derke ſignes, and that in few things, ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving
courſe and operation onely of nature.
This Speech or Language, after the con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fuſion
of Tongues, ſent by Gods puniſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
for pride and arrogancy of people,
hath been by a certaine inſtinct and diſpoſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
natural, deviſed and invented in ſun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dry
parts of the world, as fellowſhips or
companyings of folks one with another
chaunced, much to the outward expreſſing
of the thing in word or ſound, according to
that whereof it had meaning or ſignification.
But in proceſſe of time, by diligence or pol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>licy
of people, after divers formes, figures,
and impreſſions in mettall, barks of trees,
and other matter uſed for memory and
knowledge of things, then preſent or paſſed,
ſundry letters or carectes were firſt amongs
the Phenices deviſed and found, with ſuch
knittings and joynings of one to another,
by a marvellous ſubtilty and craft, as coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terveiled
was and is equivalent to the ſame
Languages. So as the conceit of mans
mind, which at the beginning was uſed to be
declared by mouth only, came to ſuch point,
that it was as ſenſibly and vively expreſſed
in writing. Hereupon enſued a great occa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion
&amp; courage unto them that ſhould write,
to compone and adorne the rudeneſs and
barbariety of ſpeech, and to forme it to an
eloquent and ordinate perfection: whereunto
many, and many great Poets and Orators
have highly employed their ſtudies and cou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rages,
leaving thereby notable Renoume
of themſelves, and example perpetual to
their poſterity. Amongs other, the Greeks
in all kinds of ſciences ſeemed ſo to prevail,
and ſo to ornate their Tongue, as yet by
other of right noble Languages cannot be
perfitely imitated or followed. The Latines
by example of the Greeks, have gotten or
wonne to them no ſmall glory, in the form<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
order, and uttering of that Tongue.
Out of the which two, if it be well ſearched,
that is to ſay, Greeke and Latin (though by
corruption of ſpeech it ſhould ſeeme much
otherwiſe) have been derived the reſidue of
the Languages, that be written with the
letters of carectes of either of them both:
But of all Speeches, thoſe which moſt ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>proch
to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Latin, be the Italian and Spaniſh
Tongues; of whom the one by corruption
of the Gothes and Longobardes had her be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginning,
as Latin ſpoken by ſtrangers of a
barbare underſtanding: the other being alſo
Latin, was by Vandales, Gothes, Moores,
Sarracenes, and other ſo many times ble<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>miſhed,
as marveile it is to ſee now unto
what perfection theſe two formed out of the
Latin and Barbares ſpeeches be reduced.
Next unto them in ſimilitude to the Latin
is the French tongue, which by diligence of
people of the ſame, is in few years paſſed
ſo amended, as well in Pronunciation as in
Writing, that an Engliſhman, by a ſmall
time exerciſed in that Tongue, hath not
lacked ground to make a Grammere, or rule
ordinary thereof. Though of trouth (which
ſome ſhall ſcarcely believe) the Germans
have ſo formed the order of their Language,
that in the ſame is both as much plenty and
as nere concordaunce to the phraſe of the
Latin, as the French Tongue hath. And ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>raily,
like as all theſe and the reſt have been
thus vigilant and ſtudious to meliorate or
amend their Languages; ſo hath there not
lacked amongs us, Engliſhmen, which have
right well and notably endeavored and em<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ploied
themſelves, to the beautifying and
bettering of the Engliſh Tongue.</p>
            <p>Amongs whom, moſt excellent Prince, my
moſt redoubted and gracious ſoveraign lord,
I your moſt humble Vaſſale, Subject &amp; Ser<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vaunt,
William Thynn, chief Clerke of your
Kitchin, mooved by a certain inclination and
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zeal, which I have, to hear of any thing ſoun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding
to the laud and honour of this your no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
Realm, have taken great delectation, as
the times and leiſers might ſuffer, to rede
and heare the books of that noble &amp; famous
Clerke Geffrey Chaucer, in whoſe workes
is ſo manifeſt comprobation of his excellent
learning, in all kindes of doctrines and ſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ences,
ſuch fruitfulneſs in words, well accor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding
to the matter and purpoſe, to ſweet &amp;
pleaſaunt ſentences, ſuch perfection in metre,
the compoſition ſo adapted, ſuch freſhneſs of
invention, compendiouſneſſe in narration,
ſuch ſenſible and open ſtile, lacking neither
majeſty ne mediocrity, covenable in diſpoſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion,
and ſuch ſharpneſs or quickneſs in con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cluſion,
that it is much to be marvailed, how
in his time, when doutleſs all good letters
were laid aſleep throughout the world, as the
thing, which either by the diſpoſition and in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fluence
of the bodies above, or by other ordi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce
of God, ſeemed like (as was in dan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ger)
to have utterly periſhed, ſuch an excellent
Poet in our tongue, ſhuld as it were (nature
repugning) ſpring and ariſe. For tho it had
been in Demoſthenes or Homerus times,
when all learning and excellency of ſciences
flouriſhed amongs the Greeks, or in the ſea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
that Cicero prince of eloquence amongs
Latines lived, yet had it been a thing right
rare &amp; ſtraunge, and worthy perpetual laud,
that any Clerke by learning or witte, could
then have framed a tongue, before ſo rude &amp;
imperfite, to ſuch a ſweet ornature and com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſition;
likely, if he had lived in theſe days,
being good letters ſo reſtored and revived as
they be, if he were not empeached by the envy
of ſuch as may tollerate nothing, which to
underſtond, their capacity doth not extend,
to have brought it unto a full and final per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fection.
Wherefore, gracious ſoveraigne
lord, taking ſuch delight and pleaſure in the
works of this noble Clerke (as is aforemen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tioned)
I have of a long ſeaſon much uſed to
rede and viſite the ſame, and as books of di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers
imprints came unto my hands, I eaſily
and without great ſtudy might and have de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>prehended
in them many errours, falſities,
and depravations, which evidently appeared
by the contrarieties and alterations found
by collation of the one with the other, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>by
I was moved and ſtirred to make diligent
ſearch where I might find or recover any true
copies or exemplaries of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſaid books, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>unto
in proceſs of time, not without coſt and
pain, I attained, and not only unto ſuch as
ſeem to be very true copies of thoſe works of
Geffrey Chaucer, which before had been put
in print, but alſo to divers other never till
now imprinted, but remaining almoſt un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>knowne,
and in oblivion: whereupon lament<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
with my ſelf the negligence of the people
that have been in this Realm, who doubtleſs
were very remiſs in the ſetting forth or
avauncement either of the Hiſtories thereof,
to the great hinderaunce of the renoume of
ſuch noble Princes, &amp; valiant Conquerours
and Captains, as have been in the ſame, or
alſo of the works of memory of the famous
and excellent Clerks in all kinds of ſciences,
that have flouriſhed therein. Of which both
ſorts, it hath pleaſed God as highly to nobi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>litate
this Iſle, as any other Region of Chri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtendome:
I thought it in manere apperte<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunt
unto my duty, and that of very ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſty
and love to my Country, I ought no
leſs to do, than to put my helping hand to
the reſtauration and bringing again to light
of the ſaid works, after the true Copies and
Exemplaries aforeſaid. And deviſing with
my ſelf, who of all other were moſt worthy, to
whom a thing ſo excellent and notable ſhould
be dedicate, which to my conceit ſeemeth for
the admiration, novelty, and ſtrangeneſs, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
it might be deputed to be of in the time of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
Authour, in compariſon, as a pure and fine
tried precious or polliſhed jewel, out of a rude
or indigeſt maſſe or matere, none could to
my thinking occurre, that ſince, or in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> time
of Chaucer, was or is ſufficient, but only
your Majeſty Royal, which by diſcretion and
judgement, as moſt abſolute in wiſedome,
and all kinds of doctrine, could, and of his
innate clemency and goodneſs would, add or
give any Authority hereunto.</p>
            <p>For this cauſe, moſt excellent, and in all
vertues moſt preſtante Prince, I as humbly
proſtrate before your Kingly eſtate, lowly
ſupply and beſeech the ſame, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it woll vouch<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſafe
to toke in good part my poor ſtudy and
deſirous mind, in reducing unto light this ſo
precious and neceſſary an ornament of the
tongue in this your Realm, over pitous to
have been in any point loſt, falſified, or ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>glected:
So that under the ſhield of your
moſt royal Protection and Defence, it may
go forth in publick, and prevail over thoſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
would blemiſh, deface, and in many things
clearly aboliſh the laud, renoume, and glory
heretofore compared, and meritoriouſly ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quired
by divers Princes, and other of this
ſaid moſt noble Iſle, whereunto not only
Straungers under pretext of high learning
and knowlege of their malicious and per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>verſe
minds, but alſo ſome of your own ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jects,
blinded in folly and ignoraunce, do
with great ſtudy contend. Moſt gracious,
victorious, and of God moſt elect and worthy
Prince, my moſt dread ſoveraigne Lord, in
whom of very merite, duty, and ſucceſſion,
is renued the glorious Title of Defenſor of
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Chriſten Faith, which by your noble Pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>genitour,
the Great Conſtantine, ſometime
King of this Realm, &amp; Emperour or Rome,
was next God and his Apoſtles, cheefly main<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tained,
corroborate, and defended: Almighty
Ieſu ſend to your Highneſs the continuall
and everlaſting habundance of his infinite
Grace. Amen.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="table_of_contents">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:16"/>
            <head>A TABLE of the Principal Matters
Contained in this
VOLUME;
Which you may find by the Folio's, as follows.</head>
            <list>
               <item>Folio</item>
               <item>THE Prologues of the <hi>Canterbury</hi> Tales 1</item>
               <item>The Knights Tale Folio 9</item>
               <item>The Millers Tale Folio 26</item>
               <item>The Reves Tale Folio 33</item>
               <item>The Cooks Tale Folio 36</item>
               <item>The man of Laws Tale Folio 38</item>
               <item>The Squires Tale Folio 47</item>
               <item>The Marchants Tale Folio 53</item>
               <item>The Wife of Bathes Prologue Folio 62</item>
               <item>The Wife of Bathes Tale Folio 69</item>
               <item>The Freres Tale Folio 72</item>
               <item>The Sompnours Tale Folio 75</item>
               <item>The Clerke of Oxenfords Tale Folio 80</item>
               <item>The Frankeleins Tale Folio 91</item>
               <item>The ſecond Nonnes Prologue Folio 98</item>
               <item>The ſecond Nonnes Tale Folio 99</item>
               <item>The Prologue of the Chanons Yeoman 102, Folio 103</item>
               <item>The Chanons Yeomans Tale Folio 104</item>
               <item>The Doctour of Phyſickes Tale Folio 110</item>
               <item>The Pardoners Prologue Folio 112</item>
               <item>The Pardoners Tale Folio 113</item>
               <item>The Shipmans Tale Folio 117</item>
               <item>The Prioreſſe Prologue Folio 121</item>
               <item>The Prioreſſe Tale ibid.</item>
               <item>The Rime of Sir Topas Folio 123</item>
               <item>The Tale of Chaucer Folio 125</item>
               <item>The Monks Prologue Folio 141</item>
               <item>The Monks Tale Folio 142</item>
               <item>The Tale of the Nonnes Prieſt Folio 149</item>
               <item>The Manciples Tale Folio 155</item>
               <item>The Plowman's Tale Folio 157</item>
               <item>The Parſons Tale Folio 169</item>
               <item>The Romaunt of the Roſe Folio 199</item>
            </list>
            <list>
               <head>Troilus and Creſeide is divided into
five Books.</head>
               <item>The firſt Booke beginneth Folio 258</item>
               <item>The ſecond Booke beginneth Folio 268</item>
               <item>The third Booke beginneth Folio 283</item>
               <item>The fourth Booke beginneth Folio 298</item>
               <item>The fifth Booke beginneth Folio 313</item>
               <item>The Teſtament of Creſeide Folio 329</item>
            </list>
            <list>
               <head>The Legend of good women hath all
theſe following.</head>
               <item>The Prologue Folio 334</item>
               <item>The Legend of Cleopatras Folio 339</item>
               <item>The Legend of Tisbe of Babylon Folio 340</item>
               <item>The Legend of Queene Dido Folio 341</item>
               <item>The Legend of Hipſiphile and Medea Folio 345</item>
               <item>The Legend of Lucrece of Rome Folio 347</item>
               <item>The Legend of Ariadne Folio 349</item>
               <item>The Legend of Philomene Folio 351</item>
               <item>The Legend of Phillis Folio 353</item>
               <item>The Legend of Hypermeſtra Folio 354</item>
               <item>A goodly Ballad of Chaucer Folio 355</item>
            </list>
            <list>
               <head>Boetius de Conſolatione is divided
into five Books.</head>
               <item>The firſt booke beginneth Folio 356</item>
               <item>The ſecond booke beginneth Folio 363</item>
               <item>The third booke beginneth Folio 373</item>
               <item>The fourth booke beginneth Folio 387</item>
               <item>The fifth booke beginneth Folio 399</item>
            </list>
            <list>
               <head>All theſe Works following be Works
by themſelves.</head>
               <item>The Dream of Chaucer called the Ducheſs Folio 408</item>
               <item>The Aſſembly of Poules Folio 418</item>
               <item>The Floure of Courteſie Folio 425</item>
               <item>How Pity is dead, <hi>&amp;c.</hi> Folio 427</item>
               <item>La belle dame ſans mercy Folio 428</item>
               <item>Annelida and falſe Arcite Folio 435</item>
               <item>The Complaint of Annelida to falſe Arcite Folio 437</item>
               <item>The Aſſembly of Ladies Folio 439</item>
               <item>The Concluſion of the Aſtrolaby Folio 445</item>
               <item>The Complaint of the black Knight Folio 460</item>
               <item>A Praiſe of Women Folio 466</item>
            </list>
            <list>
               <head>The Houſe of Fame is divided into
three Books.</head>
               <item>The firſt booke beginneth Folio 467</item>
               <item>The ſecond booke beginneth Folio 471</item>
               <item>The third booke beginneth Folio 476</item>
            </list>
            <list>
               <head>The Teſtament of Love is divided
into three Books.</head>
               <item>The Prologue of the Teſtament of Love Folio 484</item>
               <item>The firſt booke beginneth Folio 485</item>
               <item>The ſecond booke beginneth Folio 500</item>
               <item>The third booke beginneth Folio 521</item>
            </list>
            <list>
               <pb facs="tcp:51487:17"/>
               <head>All theſe Works following be Works
by themſelves.</head>
               <item>The Lamentation of Mary Mag. Folio 537</item>
               <item>The Remedy of Love Folio 545</item>
               <item>The Complaint of Mars and Venus Folio 548</item>
               <item>The Complaint of Mars alone Folio 550</item>
               <item>The Complaint of Venus alone Folio 551</item>
               <item>The Letter of Cupid Folio 552</item>
               <item>A Ballad of our Lady Folio 556</item>
               <item>A Ballad to King Henry the IV. Folio 558</item>
               <item>Three Sayings of Dan John Lid. Folio 562</item>
               <item>Of the Cuckow and the Nightingale ibid.</item>
               <item>Scogan unto the young Lords and Gentlemen of
the King's Houſe Folio 565</item>
               <item>Divers other Ballads of Chaucer, <hi>&amp;c.</hi> Folio 567</item>
               <item>A Ballad of good Counſel, made by John Lid<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gate
Folio 569</item>
               <item>A Praiſe or Commendation of Caucer's Elo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quence
Folio 570</item>
               <item>A Ballad, <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>eaching what is Gentilneſs ibid.</item>
               <item>A Proverb againſt Covetiſe and Negligence ibid.</item>
               <item>A Ballad againſt unconſtant Women ibid.</item>
               <item>How all things in this World is variable, ſave
Women only ibid.</item>
               <item>The Craft of Lovers Folio 571</item>
               <item>A pleaſant Ballad of Women Folio 573</item>
               <item>The ten Commandements of Love ibid.</item>
               <item>The nine Ladies worthy Folio 574</item>
               <item>Certain Ballads Folio 575</item>
               <item>How Mercury, with three Goddeſſes, appeared
to Paris Folio 576</item>
               <item>A Ballad pleaſaunt ibid.</item>
               <item>The diſcriving of a fair Lady ibid.</item>
               <item>A Ballad warning men to beware of deceitful
Women ibid.</item>
               <item>Certain Verſes compiled by Chaucer Folio 578</item>
               <item>A Ballad declaring the worthineſs of Womens
Chaſtity Folio 579</item>
               <item>The Court of Love ibid.</item>
               <item>Chaucer's Dream Folio 592</item>
               <item>The Floure and the Leafe Folio 609</item>
               <item>The A. B. C. called, la priere de noſtre dame Folio 615</item>
               <item>Jack Upland Folio 616</item>
               <item>Chaucer's Words to Adam his own Scrivener Folio 621</item>
               <item>The Prologue of the Story of Thebes Folio 622</item>
               <item>The firſt Part of the Siege of Thebes Folio 623</item>
               <item>The ſecond Part of the Siege of Thebes Folio 630</item>
               <item>The third Part of the Siege of Thebes Folio 643</item>
            </list>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb facs="tcp:51487:17"/>
            <head>Eight goodly Queſtions, with
their Anſwers.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>SOmetime in Greece, that noble region,</l>
               <l>There were eight clerkes of full great</l>
               <l>ſcience,</l>
               <l>Philoſophers of notable diſcretion:</l>
               <l>Of whom was asked, to proue their prudence</l>
               <l>Eight Queſtions, of derke intelligence:</l>
               <l>To which they anſwered after their entent,</l>
               <l>As here doth appeare plaine and euident.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The firſt queſtion was, What earthly thing</l>
               <l>Is beſt, and to God moſt commendable?</l>
               <l>The firſt clerke anſwerd without tarying,</l>
               <l>A mans ſoule, euer ferme and ſtable</l>
               <l>In right, from the trouth not variable.</l>
               <l>* But now alas, full ſore may we weepe:</l>
               <l>For couetiſe hath brought trouth aſleepe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The ſecond, What thing is moſt odious?</l>
               <l>A double man, ſaied the Philoſopher,</l>
               <l>With a virgine face, and a taile venemous:</l>
               <l>With a faire view, and a falſe profer:</l>
               <l>A corrupt carien in a golden tree.</l>
               <l>* It is a monſter in natures linage,</l>
               <l>One man to have a double viſage.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The third, What is the beſt dower</l>
               <l>That may be to a wife appropriate?</l>
               <l>A cleane life, was the clerkes anſwer,</l>
               <l>Without ſinne, all chaſt, and inuiolate</l>
               <l>From all deceits, and ſpeeches inornate,</l>
               <l>Or countenaunce, which ſhall be to diſpiſe.</l>
               <l>* No fire make, and then no ſmoke woll ariſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The fourth queſtion, What maiden may</l>
               <l>Be called cleane in chaſtity?</l>
               <l>The fourth clerke anſwered, which alway</l>
               <l>Euery creature is aſhamde on to lie:</l>
               <l>Of whom men reporten great honeſtie.</l>
               <l>* Good maidens keepe your chaſtity forth,</l>
               <l>And remember, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> good name is gold worth.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Who is a poore man euer full of wo?</l>
               <l>A couetous man, which is a nigon:</l>
               <l>He that in his heart can neuer ſay ho:</l>
               <l>The more good, the leſſe diſtribution,</l>
               <l>The richer, the worſe of condition,</l>
               <l>Men in this coaſt clepen him a niggard,</l>
               <l>Sir Guy the bribour is his ſteward.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Which is a rich man, without fraud?</l>
               <l>He that can to his good ſuffiſe:</l>
               <l>Whatſoeuer he hath, he yeueth God y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> laud:</l>
               <l>And keepeth him cleane from all couetiſe:</l>
               <l>He deſires nothing in vngodly wiſe:</l>
               <l>His body is here, his mind is aboue:</l>
               <l>* He is a rich man, for God doth him loue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Who is a foole is the ſeventh demaund?</l>
               <l>He that would hurt, and hath no powere:</l>
               <l>Might he mikell, much would he command:</l>
               <l>His mallice great, his might nought were:</l>
               <l>He thretteth full faſt, full little may he dere:</l>
               <l>He thinketh not how men haue ſaied be forne,</l>
               <l>* God ſendeth a ſhrewd Cow a ſhort horne.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Who is a wiſe man is the eight queſtion?</l>
               <l>He that might noye, &amp; doth no annoiaunce:</l>
               <l>Might puniſh, and leaueth puniſſion:</l>
               <l>A man mercifull, without vengeaunce.</l>
               <l>A wiſe man putteth in remembraunce,</l>
               <l>* Saying, Had I venged all mine harme,</l>
               <l>My cloke had not be furred halfe ſo warme.</l>
            </lg>
            <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <head>To the King's moſt noble Grace, and to the Lords
and Knights of the Garter.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>TO you wele of honour and worthineſs,</l>
               <l>Our Chriſten King, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> heire &amp; ſucceſſour</l>
               <l>Vnto Iuſtinians deuout tenderneſſe,</l>
               <l>In the faith of Ieſu our redemptour:</l>
               <l>And to your Lords of the Garter, floure</l>
               <l>Of cheualrie, as men you clepe and call,</l>
               <l>The lord of vertue, and of grace authour,</l>
               <l>Graunt the fruit of your loſe, neuer appall.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>O liege Lord, that haue the likeneſſe</l>
               <l>Of Conſtantine, thenſample and mirrour</l>
               <l>To Princes all, in humble buxomeneſſe,</l>
               <l>To holy Church, o veray ſuſtainour</l>
               <l>And piller of our faith, and werriour,</l>
               <l>Againe of hereſies the bitter Gall:</l>
               <l>Doe forth, doe forth, continue your ſuccour,</l>
               <l>Hold up Chriſts banner, let it not fall.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This Iſle or this had been but heatheneſſe</l>
               <l>Had be of your faith the force and vigour,</l>
               <l>And yet this day the fiends crabbedneſs</l>
               <l>Weneth fully to catch a time and houre,</l>
               <l>To haue on vs your lieges a ſharpe ſhoure,</l>
               <l>And to his ſeruitude vs knitte and thrall:</l>
               <l>But aye we truſt in you our protectour,</l>
               <l>On your conſtaunce we awaiten all.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <pb facs="tcp:51487:18"/>
               <l>Commandeth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> no wight haue hardineſſe,</l>
               <l>O worthy King, our Chriſten Emperour,</l>
               <l>Of the faith to diſputen more or leſſe</l>
               <l>Openly emong people: Her errour</l>
               <l>Springeth all day, and engendreth rumour.</l>
               <l>Maketh ſuch law, and for ought may befall,</l>
               <l>Obſerue it wele, thereto be ye doctour,</l>
               <l>Doeth ſo, and God in glorie ſhall you ſtall.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Ye Lords eke, ſhining in noble fame,</l>
               <l>To which appropred is the maintenaunce</l>
               <l>Of Chriſts cauſe, in honour of his name,</l>
               <l>Shoue on, and put his foes to vttraunce,</l>
               <l>God would ſo, ſo would eke your legiaunce,</l>
               <l>To tho two, aye pricketh you your dutie:</l>
               <l>Who ſo nat keepeth this double obſeruaunce</l>
               <l>Of merite and honour naked is he.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Your ſtile ſaieth, ye be foes to ſhame,</l>
               <l>Now kith of your faith the perſeuerance,</l>
               <l>In which an heap of us he halt and lame:</l>
               <l>Our chriſten King of England &amp; of France,</l>
               <l>And ye my lords, with your alliance,</l>
               <l>And other faithfull people that there be,</l>
               <l>Truſt I to God, ſhal quench al this noiſance,</l>
               <l>And this land ſet in high proſperitie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Conqueſt of high proweſſe is for to tame</l>
               <l>The wild woodneſſe of all theſe miſcreaunce,</l>
               <l>Right to the rote daily repe ye that ſame,</l>
               <l>Slepen nat this, but for Gods pleaſaunce</l>
               <l>And his mother, and in ſignifiaunce,</l>
               <l>That ye been of Saint Georges liuere,</l>
               <l>Doeth him ſeruice, and knightly obeiſaunce,</l>
               <l>For Chriſts cauſe is his, well knowne ye.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Stiff ſtand in that, &amp; ye ſhall greeue &amp; grame</l>
               <l>The foe to peace, the norice of diſtaunce,</l>
               <l>That now is earneſt, turne it into game,</l>
               <l>Now kithe of your beleeve the conſtaunce,</l>
               <l>Lord liege, &amp; Lords haue in remembraunce,</l>
               <l>Lord of all is the bliſfull Trinitie,</l>
               <l>Of whoſe vertue, the mightie habundaunce</l>
               <l>You heart and ſtrength in faithfull vnitie.</l>
            </lg>
            <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <lg>
               <l>WHen faith fayleth in Prieſtes ſawes,</l>
               <l>And lords heſtes are holden for lawes,</l>
               <l>And robberie is holden purchace,</l>
               <l>And letchery is holden ſollace:</l>
               <l>Then ſhall the lond of Albion</l>
               <l>Be brought to great confuſion.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>It falleth for a gentleman</l>
               <l>To ſay the beſt that he can</l>
               <l>Always in mannes abſence,</l>
               <l>And the ſooth in his preſence.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>It commeth by kind of gentill blood</l>
               <l>To caſt away all heauineſſe,</l>
               <l>And gader togither words good,</l>
               <l>The werke of wisdome beareth witneſſe.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
      </front>
      <body>
         <div n="Canterbury Tales" type="work">
            <div type="comment_on_Chaucers_prologues">
               <pb n="1" facs="tcp:51487:18"/>
               <head>The Argument to the Prologues.</head>
               <p>THE Author, in theſe Prologues to his <hi>Canterbury</hi> Tales, doth deſcribe the Reporters
thereof for two cauſes: firſt, that the Reader, ſeeing the quality of the Perſon, may
judge of his ſpeech accordingly: wherein <hi>Chaucer</hi> hath moſt excellently kept that <hi>deco<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rum,</hi>
which <hi>Horace</hi> requireth in that behalf. Secondly, to ſhew, how that even in our
Language, that may be performed for deſcriptions, which the Greek and Latine Poets in their
Tongues have done at large. And ſurely this Poet, in the judgment of the beſt learned, is not in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feriour
to any of them in his deſcriptions, whether they be of Perſons, Times, or Places. Under
the Pilgrims, being a certain number, and all of differing Trades, he comprehendeth all the People
of the Land, and the nature and diſpoſition of them in thoſe dayes; namely, given to devotion,
rather of cuſtom than of zeal. In the Tales is ſhewed the ſtate of the Church, the Court, and Coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trey,
with ſuch Art and cunning, that although none could deny himſelf to be touched, yet none
durſt complain that he was wronged. For the man, being of greater Learning than the moſt, and
backed by the beſt in the Land, was rather admired and feared, than any way diſgraced. Whoſo
ſhall read theſe his Works without prejudice, ſhall find that he was a man of rare Conceit and of
great Reading.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="general_prologue">
               <lg>
                  <l>WHen that Aprill with his ſhours
ſote,</l>
                  <l>The drought of March had pier<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ced
to the rote,</l>
                  <l>And bathed every vaine in ſuche lycour,</l>
                  <l>Of which vertue engendred is the flour:</l>
                  <l>When Zephyrus eke with his ſote breath,</l>
                  <l>Eſpired hath in every holt and heath,</l>
                  <l>The tender croppes, and that the yong ſonne</l>
                  <l>Hath in the Ram halfe his courſe yronne,</l>
                  <l>And ſmall foules maken melody,</l>
                  <l>That ſlepen all nyght with open eye:</l>
                  <l>So priketh hem nature in her courage,</l>
                  <l>Then longen folke to goe on pilgrimage,</l>
                  <l>And Palmers to ſeeken ſtraunge ſtrondes,</l>
                  <l>To ſerve hallowes couth in ſundry londes:</l>
                  <l>And ſpecially fro every ſhyres end</l>
                  <l>Of England, to Canterbury they wend,</l>
                  <l>The holy bliſsful martyr for to ſeeke,</l>
                  <l>That hem hath holpen when they were ſeeke.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>IT befell that ſeaſon on a day,</l>
                  <l>In Southwarke at the Taberde as I lay,</l>
                  <l>Ready to wend in my pilgrimage</l>
                  <l>To Canterbury, with devout courage,</l>
                  <l>That night was come into that hoſtelry,</l>
                  <l>Well nine and twenty in a company,</l>
                  <l>Of ſundry folke, by aventure yfall</l>
                  <l>In fellowſhip, and pilgrimes were they all,</l>
                  <l>That toward Canterbury would ride:</l>
                  <l>The chambers and ſtables weren wide,</l>
                  <l>And well weren they eaſed at the beſt.</l>
                  <l>And ſhortly, when the ſunne was at reſt,</l>
                  <l>So had I ſpoken with hem everychone,</l>
                  <l>That I was of her fellowſhip anone,</l>
                  <l>And made forward early for to riſe,</l>
                  <l>To take our way there as I you deviſe.</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, while I have time &amp; ſpace,</l>
                  <l>Or that I ferther in this tale pace,</l>
                  <l>Me think it accordaunt to reaſon,</l>
                  <l>To tell you all the condition</l>
                  <l>Of each of hem, ſo as it ſeemed me,</l>
                  <l>And which they were, and of what degree:</l>
                  <l>And eke in what array that they were in:</l>
                  <l>And at a Knight then will I firſt begin.</l>
               </lg>
               <div n="1" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Knight. 1.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Knight there was, and that a worthy</l>
                  <l>man,</l>
                  <l>That fro the time that he firſt began</l>
                  <l>To riden out, he loved chivalry,</l>
                  <l>Trouth, honour, freedome, and courteſie:</l>
                  <l>Full worthy was he in his Lords warre,</l>
                  <l>And thereto had he ridden no man ſo farre,</l>
                  <l>As well in Chriſtendome as in Heatheneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And ever had honour for his worthineſſe.</l>
                  <l>At Aliſaundre he was when it was won,</l>
                  <l>Full often time he had the bourd begon,</l>
                  <l>Aboven all nations in Pruce:</l>
                  <l>In Lettowe had he ridden and in Luce,</l>
                  <l>No Chriſten man ſo oft of his degree:</l>
                  <l>In Garnade at the Siege had he be,</l>
                  <l>At Algezer, and riden in Belmary,</l>
                  <l>At Leyes was he, and alſo at Sataly,</l>
                  <l>When they were wonne, &amp; in the great ſee,</l>
                  <l>At many a noble Army had he be.</l>
                  <l>At mortal Battels had he been fiftene,</l>
                  <l>And foughten for our faith at Tramiſſene</l>
                  <l>In liſtes thries, and aye ſlaine his fo.</l>
                  <l>This ilke worthy Knight had been alſo</l>
                  <l>Sometime with the Lord of Palathy,</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt another Heathen in Turky:</l>
                  <l>And evermore he had a ſoveraigne priſe,</l>
                  <l>And though he was worthy he was wiſe,</l>
                  <l>And of his ſport as meeke as is a Maid,</l>
                  <l>He never yet no villany ne ſaid</l>
                  <l>In all his life, unto no manner wight:</l>
                  <l>He was a very perfite gentil knight.</l>
                  <l>For to tell you of his array,</l>
                  <l>His horſe were good, but he was nothing gay;</l>
                  <l>
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Of fuſtian he weared a gippon,</l>
                  <l>All beſmottred with his Haubergion:</l>
                  <l>For he was late come fro his voyage,</l>
                  <l>And went for to done his pilgrimage.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="2" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Squire. 2.</head>
                  <l>WIth him there was his ſon, a yong
ſquire,</l>
                  <l>A lover and a luſty Bachelere,</l>
                  <l>With his locks crull as they were laid in preſſe,</l>
                  <l>Of twenty yeare of age he was as I geſſe:</l>
                  <l>Of his ſtature he was of even length,</l>
                  <l>And wonderly deliver, and of great ſtrength.</l>
                  <l>And he had be ſometime in chivauchy,</l>
                  <l>In Flaunders, in Artois, and Picardy,</l>
                  <l>And borne him well, as of ſo little ſpace,</l>
                  <l>In hope to ſtand in his Ladies grace.</l>
                  <l>Embrouded was he, as it weren a mede,</l>
                  <l>All full of freſh floures, both white and rede,</l>
                  <l>Singing he was, or floiting all the day,</l>
                  <l>He was freſh, as is the moneth of May.</l>
                  <l>Short was his gown, with ſleves long &amp; wide</l>
                  <l>Well coud he ſitte on a horſe, and faire ride:</l>
                  <l>He coud ſongs make, and eke well indite,</l>
                  <l>Iuſt, and eke dance, portray and well write.</l>
                  <l>So hote he loved, that by nighter tale,</l>
                  <l>He ſlept no more than doth the Nightingale.</l>
                  <l>Curteis he was, lowly, and ſerviſable,</l>
                  <l>And kerfte before his Fader at the table.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="3" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Squires Yeoman. 3.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Yeoman had he, and ſervaunts no mo</l>
                  <l>All that time, for him liſt to ride ſo:</l>
                  <l>And he was clad in cote and hoode of grene,</l>
                  <l>A ſhefe of Peacocke arrows bright &amp; ſhene,</l>
                  <l>Vnder his belt he bare full thriftely:</l>
                  <l>Well coud be dreſs his tackle yeomanly:</l>
                  <l>His arrowes drouped not with feathers low,</l>
                  <l>And in his hand he bare a mighty bow.</l>
                  <l>A notte head had he, with a browne visage:</l>
                  <l>Of wood craft well couth he all the uſage:</l>
                  <l>Vpon his arme he bare a gay bracer,</l>
                  <l>And by his ſide a ſwerde and a bokeler,</l>
                  <l>And on that other ſide a gay daggere,</l>
                  <l>Har<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eiſed well, and ſharp as point of ſpere:</l>
                  <l>A Chriſtofer on his breſt of ſilver ſhene,</l>
                  <l>An horne he bare, the baudricke was of grene:</l>
                  <l>A foſter was he ſoothly as I geſſe.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="4" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Prioreſſe. 4.</head>
                  <l>THere was alſo a Nonne, a Prioreſſe,</l>
                  <l>That of her ſmiling was ſimple &amp; coy,</l>
                  <l>Her greateſt oth was by Saint Loye,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe was cleped dame Eglentine,</l>
                  <l>Full well ſhe ſong tho ſervice devine,</l>
                  <l>Entuned in her voice full ſemely,</l>
                  <l>And French ſhe ſpake full fetou<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y,</l>
                  <l>After the ſchool of Stratford at Bow,</l>
                  <l>For French of Paris was to her unknow.</l>
                  <l>At meat was ſhe well ytaught withall,</l>
                  <l>She let no morſell fro her lips fall:</l>
                  <l>He wete her fingers in her ſauce deepe:</l>
                  <l>Well couth ſhe carry a morſel and well keep,</l>
                  <l>That no drop ne fell upon her breſt:</l>
                  <l>In courteſie was ſet full much her leſt.</l>
                  <l>Her overlip wiped ſhe ſo clean,</l>
                  <l>That in her cup was no ferthing ſene</l>
                  <l>Of grece, when ſhe droken had her draught,</l>
                  <l>Full ſemely after her meat ſhe raught:</l>
                  <l>And ſikerly ſhe was of great diſport,</l>
                  <l>And full pleaſaunt and amiable of port,</l>
                  <l>And pained her to counterfete chere</l>
                  <l>Of court, and be ſtateliche of manere,</l>
                  <l>And to been holden digne of reverence.</l>
                  <l>But for to ſpeake of her conſcience,</l>
                  <l>She was ſo charitable and ſo pitous,</l>
                  <l>She would weep if that ſhe ſaw a mous</l>
                  <l>Caught in a trappe, if it were dead or bled;</l>
                  <l>Of ſmall hounds had ſhe, that ſhe fed</l>
                  <l>With roſt fleſh, milke, and waſtel bread,</l>
                  <l>But ſore wept ſhe if any of hem were dead,</l>
                  <l>Or if men ſmote hem with a yard ſmart:</l>
                  <l>And all was conſcience and tender hart.</l>
                  <l>Full ſeemely her wimple pinched was:</l>
                  <l>Her noſe tretes, her eyen gray as glas:</l>
                  <l>Her mouth ſmale, and thereto ſoft and red:</l>
                  <l>But ſikerly ſhe had a fair forehead,</l>
                  <l>It was almoſt a ſpan brode I trow,</l>
                  <l>For hardely ſhe was not undergrow.</l>
                  <l>Full fetiſe was her cloke, as I was ware:</l>
                  <l>Of ſmall Coral about her arm ſhe bare</l>
                  <l>A paire of bedes, gauded all with grene,</l>
                  <l>And thereon hong a broch of gold full ſhene,</l>
                  <l>On which there was firſt writ a crowned A,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And after</hi> (Amor vincit omnia.)</l>
                  <l>Another Nonne alſo with her had ſhe,</l>
                  <l>That was her chapleine, and prieſts three.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="5" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Monke. 5.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Monke there was, fair for the maiſtry,</l>
                  <l>An out rider, that loved venery:</l>
                  <l>A manly man, to been an abbot able,</l>
                  <l>Full many a dainty horſe had he in ſtable:</l>
                  <l>And when he rode, men might his bridle here</l>
                  <l>Gingeling in a whiſtling wind as clere,</l>
                  <l>And eke as loud as doth the chappell bell:</l>
                  <l>There as this lord was keeper of the ſell,</l>
                  <l>The rule of ſaint Maure and of ſaint Benet,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe it was old and ſomedele ſtreit,</l>
                  <l>This ilke Monke let old things to paſſe,</l>
                  <l>And held after the new world the pace:</l>
                  <l>He yave not of the text a pulled hen,</l>
                  <l>That ſaith, that hunters be not holy men,</l>
                  <l>Ne that a Monke, when he is recheleſs,</l>
                  <l>Is like to a fiſh that is waterleſs:</l>
                  <l>This to ſay, a Monke out of Cloyſtre:</l>
                  <l>This ilke text yeeld he not worth an oyſtre.</l>
                  <l>And I ſay his opinion was good,</l>
                  <l>Whereto ſhould he ſtudy, and make himſelfe wood,</l>
                  <l>Vpon a booke alway in Cloyſter to pore,</l>
                  <l>Or ſwinke with his hands, or to labore,</l>
                  <l>As Auſtin bid, how ſhull the world be ſerved?</l>
                  <l>Let Auſtin haue his ſwinke to him reſerved.</l>
                  <l>Therefore he was a prickſoure aright,</l>
                  <l>Greyhounds he had as ſwift as foul of flight:</l>
                  <l>Of prickinge and of huntinge for the hare</l>
                  <l>Was all his luſt, for no coſte would he ſpare.</l>
                  <l>I ſawe his ſleves purfled at the hande</l>
                  <l>With Grece, and that the fineſt in a lande;</l>
                  <l>
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And for to faſt his hoode vnder the chinne,</l>
                  <l>He had of golde wrought a curious pinne.</l>
                  <l>A love knot in the greater ende there was,</l>
                  <l>His hede was bald, and ſhone as any glas.</l>
                  <l>And eke his face, as he had ben anointe,</l>
                  <l>He was a lorde ful fat and in good pointe.</l>
                  <l>His eyen ſlepe, and rolinge in his hede,</l>
                  <l>That ſtemed as a furneis of a lead.</l>
                  <l>His bootes ſowple, his hors in great eſtate,</l>
                  <l>Now certainly he was a fair prelate.</l>
                  <l>He was not pale as a forpined ghoſt,</l>
                  <l>A fatte Swan loued he beſt of any roſt.</l>
                  <l>His palfray was brown as is a berry.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="6" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Frere. 6.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Frere there was a wanton and a merry,</l>
                  <l>A limitour, a full ſolempne man:</l>
                  <l>In all the orders foure is none that can</l>
                  <l>So moche of daliance and fair language:</l>
                  <l>He had made full many a mariage</l>
                  <l>Of yonge women at his own coſt,</l>
                  <l>Vntill his order he was a noble poſt.</l>
                  <l>Full well beloved, and familier was he</l>
                  <l>With frankeleins over all his countre.</l>
                  <l>And with worthy women of the toun,</l>
                  <l>For he had power of confeſſyoun,</l>
                  <l>As he ſaid himſelf, more than a curate,</l>
                  <l>For of his order he was licenciate.</l>
                  <l>Full ſweetly herde he confeſſion,</l>
                  <l>And pleſaunt was his abſolucion.</l>
                  <l>He was an eaſie man to giue penaunce,</l>
                  <l>There as he wiſt to have a good pitaunce.</l>
                  <l>For vnto a poore order for to giue,</l>
                  <l>Is a ſigne that a man is well iſhriue;</l>
                  <l>For if he gaue ought he durſt make auaunt,</l>
                  <l>He wiſt well that a man was repentaunt.</l>
                  <l>For many a man is ſo hard of herte,</l>
                  <l>That he may not wepe although him ſmerte.</l>
                  <l>Therefore in ſtede of wepinge and prayers,</l>
                  <l>Men mote give ſilver to the poore freres.</l>
                  <l>His tippet was aye ſaſſed full of knives</l>
                  <l>And pinnes, for to give faire wives.</l>
                  <l>And certainly he had a merry note,</l>
                  <l>Well coude he ſinge and plaien on a rote.</l>
                  <l>Of yedding he bare vtterly the price,</l>
                  <l>His neck was white as the floure delice,</l>
                  <l>Thereto ſtronge he was as a champioun,</l>
                  <l>And knew the taverns well in every toun,</l>
                  <l>And every hoſteler and tapſtere</l>
                  <l>Better than a lazer or a beggere:</l>
                  <l>For vnto ſuch a worthy man as he,</l>
                  <l>Accordeth naught, as by his faculte,</l>
                  <l>To have with lazers ſuch acquaintaunce</l>
                  <l>It is not honeſt, it may not avaunce</l>
                  <l>For to dele with ſuch porayle,</l>
                  <l>But all with riche, and ſellers of vitaile.</l>
                  <l>And over all there as profite ſhulde ariſe,</l>
                  <l>Curteis he was, and lowly of ſervice.</l>
                  <l>There nas no man no where ſo vertuous,</l>
                  <l>He was the beſt begger in all his hous;</l>
                  <l>And gaue a certaine ferme for the graunte,</l>
                  <l>None of his brethren came in his haunte.</l>
                  <l>For though a widowe had but a ſhoo,</l>
                  <l>(So pleſaunt was his in <hi>principio)</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Yet wolde he have a farthing or he went,</l>
                  <l>His purchaſe was better than his rent.</l>
                  <l>And rage he couth as it were a whelpe,</l>
                  <l>In loue dayes there coude he mikel helpe;</l>
                  <l>For there he was nat like a cloiſterere,</l>
                  <l>With a threde bare cope, as a poore frere;</l>
                  <l>But he was like a maiſter or a pope,</l>
                  <l>Of double worſtede was his ſemy cope.</l>
                  <l>So rounded was as a bell out of preſſe,</l>
                  <l>Somwhat he liſped for his wantonneſſe,</l>
                  <l>To make his Engliſhe ſwete upon his tong,</l>
                  <l>And in harpinge, whan that he ſong,</l>
                  <l>His eyen twinkeled in his head a right,</l>
                  <l>As done the ſterres in a froſty night.</l>
                  <l>This worthy frere was called Huberde.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="7" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Marchaunt. 7.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Marchaunt was there with a forked
berde,</l>
                  <l>In motley, and high on his Horſe he ſat,</l>
                  <l>Vpon his head a Flaunders bever hat,</l>
                  <l>His bootes claſped faire and fetouſly,</l>
                  <l>His reaſons ſpake he full ſolemnly,</l>
                  <l>Shewing alway the increaſe of his winning:</l>
                  <l>He would the ſee were kept for any thing</l>
                  <l>Betwixe Middleborough and Orewell:</l>
                  <l>Well could he in exchaunge ſheldes ſell,</l>
                  <l>This worthy man ſo well his wit beſette,</l>
                  <l>There wiſt no wight that he was in dette,</l>
                  <l>So ſtately was he of his governaunce,</l>
                  <l>With his bargeins, &amp; with his cheuiſaunce.</l>
                  <l>Forſooth he was a worthy man withall,</l>
                  <l>But ſooth to ſaine, I not what men him call.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="8" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Clerke of Oxenford. 8.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Clerke there was of Oxenford alſo,</l>
                  <l>That unto Logicke had long ygo:</l>
                  <l>As leane was his hors as is a rake,</l>
                  <l>And he was nothing fat I undertake,</l>
                  <l>But looked hollow, and thereto ſoberly:</l>
                  <l>Full thredbare was his over courtpy,</l>
                  <l>For he had yet getten him no benefice,</l>
                  <l>Ne was nought worldly to have none office:</l>
                  <l>For him was leuer han at his beds hed</l>
                  <l>Twentie bookes clad with blacke or red,</l>
                  <l>Of Ariſtotle, and of his Philoſophy,</l>
                  <l>Than robes riche, or fiddle, or gay ſautrie,</l>
                  <l>But all he that he was a philoſopher,</l>
                  <l>Yet had he but little gold in cofer,</l>
                  <l>But all that he might of his friends hent,</l>
                  <l>On bookes and on learning he it ſpent,</l>
                  <l>And buſily gan for the ſoules pray</l>
                  <l>Of hem that holpen him to ſcholay.</l>
                  <l>Of ſtudy took he moſt cure and hede,</l>
                  <l>Not a word ſpake he more than was nede,</l>
                  <l>And that was ſaid in forme and reverence,</l>
                  <l>And ſhort and quick, and of high ſentence,</l>
                  <l>Sowning in moral vertue was his ſpeach,</l>
                  <l>Gladly would he learn, and gladly teach.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="9" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Sergeant at Law. 9.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Sergeant of Law ware and wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That often had been at the perviſe,</l>
                  <l>There was alſo, full rich of excellence,</l>
                  <l>Diſcreete he was, and of great reverence:</l>
                  <l>
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He ſeemed ſuch, his words were ſo wiſe.</l>
                  <l>Iuſtice he was full often in aſſiſe,</l>
                  <l>By patent, and by plain commiſſioun,</l>
                  <l>For his ſcience, and his high renoun,</l>
                  <l>Of fee and robes had he many one:</l>
                  <l>So great a purchaſour was no where none:</l>
                  <l>All was fee ſimple to him in effect,</l>
                  <l>His purchaſing might not been in ſuſpect.</l>
                  <l>No where ſo beſie a man as he there nas,</l>
                  <l>And yet he ſeemed buſier than he was:</l>
                  <l>In tearmes had he caſe and domes all,</l>
                  <l>That fro the time of king William was fall,</l>
                  <l>Thereto he coud endite, and maken a thing,</l>
                  <l>There coud no wight pinch at his writing:</l>
                  <l>And every ſtatute coud he plain by rote,</l>
                  <l>He rode but homely in a medley cote,</l>
                  <l>Girt with a ſeint of ſilke, with barres ſmale,</l>
                  <l>Of his array tell I no lenger tale.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="10" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Frankelein. 10.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Frankelein there was in his company:</l>
                  <l>White was his berd as is the daiſie,</l>
                  <l>And of his complexion he was ſanguine,</l>
                  <l>Well loved he by the morrow a ſop in wine:</l>
                  <l>To liven in delite was ever his wonne,</l>
                  <l>For he was Epicures own ſonne,</l>
                  <l>That held opinion, that plain delite</l>
                  <l>Was very felicitie perfite.</l>
                  <l>An houſholder, and that a great was he,</l>
                  <l>Saint Iulian he was in his countre:</l>
                  <l>His bread, his ale, was alway after one,</l>
                  <l>A better viended man was no where none.</l>
                  <l>Without bake meat was never his houſe,</l>
                  <l>Of fiſh and fleſh, and that ſo plenteouſe,</l>
                  <l>It ſnewed in his houſe of meat and drink,</l>
                  <l>Of all deintes that men coud of think:</l>
                  <l>After the ſondre ſeaſons of the yere</l>
                  <l>So chaunged he his meat and his ſuppere.</l>
                  <l>Full many a fatte Partriche had he in mew,</l>
                  <l>And many a Breme, &amp; many a Luce in ſtew,</l>
                  <l>Wo was his Coke, but his ſauce ay were</l>
                  <l>Poynante and ſharp, and ready all his gere,</l>
                  <l>His table dormaunt in his hall alway,</l>
                  <l>Stode redy covered all the long day.</l>
                  <l>At ceſſions there was he lord and ſire,</l>
                  <l>Full ofte time he was knight of the ſhire.</l>
                  <l>An anelace and gipſere all of ſilk,</l>
                  <l>Hing at his girdle, white as morow milk,</l>
                  <l>A ſherife had he been, and a countour,</l>
                  <l>Was no where ſuch a worthy vaveſour.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="11" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Haberdaſher. 11.</head>
                  <l>AN Haberdaſher there was, &amp; a carpenter</l>
                  <l>A webbe, a dier, and a tapiſer:</l>
                  <l>All were yclothed in o Lyvere,</l>
                  <l>Of a ſolempne and a great fraternite.</l>
                  <l>Full freſh and new her geare ypiked was,</l>
                  <l>Her knives ychaped nere not with bras,</l>
                  <l>But al with ſilver, wrought ful clene &amp; wele:</l>
                  <l>Her girdles and her pouches every dele.</l>
                  <l>Wel ſemde everich of hem a faire burgeis,</l>
                  <l>To ſitten at a yeld hal, on the hie deys:</l>
                  <l>Everich for the wiſedom that he can,</l>
                  <l>Was ſhape liche for to ben an alderman,</l>
                  <l>For cattaile had they right inough and rent,</l>
                  <l>And eke her wives would it well aſſent:</l>
                  <l>And els certaine they were to blame,</l>
                  <l>It is full faire to been ycleped madame,</l>
                  <l>And to gone to vigilles all before,</l>
                  <l>And have a mantell roialliche ibore.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="12" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Coke. 12.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Coke they had with hem for the nones,</l>
                  <l>To boyle the Chikens and the marie<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bones.</l>
                  <l>And pouder marchaunt, tarte, and galingale:</l>
                  <l>Well coud he know a draught of London ale,</l>
                  <l>He couthe roſte, ſethe, boil, and fry,</l>
                  <l>Make mortreis, and well bake a pie.</l>
                  <l>But great harme was it, as it thought me,</l>
                  <l>That on his ſhinne a mormall had he,</l>
                  <l>And blanke manger made he with the beſt.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="13" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Shipman. 13.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Shipman was there wonning ferre by
Weſt:</l>
                  <l>For aught I wote he was of Dertmouth,</l>
                  <l>He rode upon a rouncie, as he couthe</l>
                  <l>In a goune of falding to the knee:</l>
                  <l>A dagger hanging by a lace had he:</l>
                  <l>About his neck under his arme doune:</l>
                  <l>The hot ſomer had made his hew all broune:</l>
                  <l>And certain he was a good felaw,</l>
                  <l>Full many a draught of Wine had he draw</l>
                  <l>From Burdeux ward, while the chapmen ſlepe,</l>
                  <l>Of nice conſcience took he no kepe:</l>
                  <l>If that he faught, and had the higher hand,</l>
                  <l>By water he ſent him home to every land:</l>
                  <l>But of his craft to reken well his tides,</l>
                  <l>His ſtremes and his daungers him beſides,</l>
                  <l>His herbrough, his mone, &amp; his lode manage,</l>
                  <l>There was none ſoch from Hull to Cartage.</l>
                  <l>Hardy he was and wiſe to undertake:</l>
                  <l>With many a tempeſt had his berde be ſhake:</l>
                  <l>He knew all the havens as there were</l>
                  <l>Fro Scotland, to the Cape de Feneſtre,</l>
                  <l>And every creeke in Britain and in Spain:</l>
                  <l>His barge was called the Maudelain.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="14" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Doctor of Phiſike. 14.</head>
                  <l>WIth us there was a Doctor of Phiſike,</l>
                  <l>In all this world ne was there none
him like</l>
                  <l>To ſpeake of Phiſike, and of Surgerie:</l>
                  <l>For he was grounded in Aſtronomie,</l>
                  <l>He kept his patient a full great dell</l>
                  <l>In houres by his Magike naturell:</l>
                  <l>Well couthe he fortune the aſſendent,</l>
                  <l>Of his Image for his patient.</l>
                  <l>He knew the cauſe of every maladie,</l>
                  <l>Were it of cold, heate, moiſt, or drie,</l>
                  <l>And whereof engendred was eche humour,</l>
                  <l>He was a very parfite practiſour,</l>
                  <l>The cauſe iknow, &amp; of his harm the roote,</l>
                  <l>Anone he gave to the ſicke man his boote:</l>
                  <l>Full readie had he his Apothecaries</l>
                  <l>To ſend him drugges, and his lectuaries,</l>
                  <l>
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For eche of hem made other for to winne:</l>
                  <l>Her friendſhip nas not new to beginne,</l>
                  <l>Well knew he the old Eſculapius,</l>
                  <l>And Dioſcorides, and eke Ruffus,</l>
                  <l>Old Hippocrates, Halie, and eke Gallen,</l>
                  <l>Serapion, Raſis, and alſo Avicen,</l>
                  <l>Averrois, Damaſcene, and Conſtantin,</l>
                  <l>Bernard, Gatisden, and Gilbertin,</l>
                  <l>Of his diete, miſerable was he,</l>
                  <l>For it was of no ſuperfluitee,</l>
                  <l>But of great nouriſhing, and digeſtible:</l>
                  <l>His ſtudie was but little on the Bible.</l>
                  <l>In ſangwine and in perce he clad was all</l>
                  <l>Lined with Taffata, and with Sendall.</l>
                  <l>And yet he was but eaſie of diſpence,</l>
                  <l>He kept that he wan in time of Peſtilence,</l>
                  <l>* For Gold in Phiſike is a Cordiall,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore he loved Gold in ſpeciall.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="15" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Wife of Bathe. 15.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Good wife alſo there was beſide Bathe,</l>
                  <l>But ſhe was ſome deale defe, and that
was ſcathe:</l>
                  <l>Of cloth making ſhe had ſuch an haunt,</l>
                  <l>She paſſed hem of Ipre, or of Gaunt.</l>
                  <l>In all the Pariſh wife ne was there none</l>
                  <l>That to the offring before her ſhould gone,</l>
                  <l>And if there did, certain right wroth was ſhe,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe was all out of charitee.</l>
                  <l>Her kerchers full large were &amp; fine of ground,</l>
                  <l>I durſt ſweare they waiden ten pound,</l>
                  <l>That on a Sonday were upon her hedde.</l>
                  <l>Her hoſen were of fine ſcarlet redde,</l>
                  <l>Full ſtraite iſtrained, and ſhoes full new,</l>
                  <l>Bold was her face, and redde was her hew,</l>
                  <l>She was a worthy Woman all her liue,</l>
                  <l>Husbands at the Church doore had ſhe fiue,</l>
                  <l>Withouten other company in youth:</l>
                  <l>But thereof needed not to ſpeake as nouth:</l>
                  <l>And thriſe had ſhe been at Ieruſaleme,</l>
                  <l>She had paſſed many a ſtrong ſtreme:</l>
                  <l>At Rome had ſhe been, and at Boloine,</l>
                  <l>In Calis, at ſainct Iames, and at Coloine,</l>
                  <l>She couthe moche of wandring by the way:</l>
                  <l>Gat tothed was ſhe, ſothly for to ſay.</l>
                  <l>Vpon an Ambler eaſely ſhe ſatte,</l>
                  <l>Iwimpled well, and on her hedde an hatte</l>
                  <l>As brode as is a bokeler or a targe:</l>
                  <l>A foote mantell about her hippes large,</l>
                  <l>And on her feete a paire of ſpurres ſharpe:</l>
                  <l>In fellowſhip well couth ſhe laugh and carpe.</l>
                  <l>Of remedies of loue ſhe could perchance,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe couth of that arte the old dance.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="16" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Parſone. 16.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Good manne there was of religioun,</l>
                  <l>And was a poore Parſone of a toun:</l>
                  <l>But rich he was of holy thought and werke,</l>
                  <l>He was eke a learned man and a clerke,</l>
                  <l>That Chriſtes Goſpels truly would preach,</l>
                  <l>His Pariſhens devoutly would he teach.</l>
                  <l>Benigne he was, and wonder diligent,</l>
                  <l>And in adverſitie full pacient:</l>
                  <l>And ſoch one he was proved oft ſithes,</l>
                  <l>Full loth were him to curſe for his tithes,</l>
                  <l>But rather would he yeuen out of doubt,</l>
                  <l>Vnto his poore pariſhens all about,</l>
                  <l>Both of his offring, and of his ſubſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>He couthe in little thing have ſuffiſaunce.</l>
                  <l>Wide was his pariſh, and houſes fer aſonder,</l>
                  <l>But he ne left, neither for raine ne thonder,</l>
                  <l>In ſikeneſſe ne in miſchiefe, for to viſite</l>
                  <l>The ferdeſt in his pariſh, moch or lite,</l>
                  <l>Vpon his feet, and in his hand a ſtafe:</l>
                  <l>This noble enſample to his ſhepe he yafe,</l>
                  <l>That firſt he wrought, &amp; afterward taught,</l>
                  <l>Out of the Goſpel he the words caught,</l>
                  <l>And this figure he added eke thereto,</l>
                  <l>* That if Gold ruſt, what ſhould Iron do?</l>
                  <l>For yef a Prieſt be foule, on whom we truſt,</l>
                  <l>No wonder is a leude man to ruſt:</l>
                  <l>* And ſhame it is, if a Prieſt take kepe,</l>
                  <l>To ſee a ſhitten ſhepherd, and a cleane ſhepe:</l>
                  <l>* Well ought a Prieſt enſample for to yeue</l>
                  <l>By his cleneneſſe how his ſhepe ſhould liue.</l>
                  <l>He ſet not his benefice to hire,</l>
                  <l>And let his ſhepe acomber in the mire,</l>
                  <l>And renne to London to ſainct Poules,</l>
                  <l>To ſeken him a Chauntrie for ſoules:</l>
                  <l>Or with a brotherhede to be withold:</l>
                  <l>But dwelt at home, and kept well his fold,</l>
                  <l>So that the Wolfe made hem not miſcary,</l>
                  <l>He was a ſhepherd, and not a mercenarie.</l>
                  <l>And though he holy were, and vertuous,</l>
                  <l>He was not to ſinfull men diſpitous,</l>
                  <l>Ne of his ſpeech daungerous ne digne,</l>
                  <l>But in his teaching diſcrete and benigne,</l>
                  <l>To drawen folke to heaven with faireneſſe,</l>
                  <l>By good enſample, this was his beſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>But if he were any perſone obſtinate,</l>
                  <l>Whether he were of hie, or low eſtate,</l>
                  <l>Him would he ſnibbe ſharply for the nonis,</l>
                  <l>A better Prieſt, I trowe, no where none is.</l>
                  <l>He waited after no pompe ne reuerence,</l>
                  <l>Ne maked him no ſpiced conſcience.</l>
                  <l>But Chriſtes lore, and his Apoſtles twelue,</l>
                  <l>He taught, but firſt he followed it him ſelue.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="17" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Plowman. 17.</head>
                  <l>WIth him there was a Plowman his
brother,</l>
                  <l>That had iland of dong many a fother</l>
                  <l>A true ſwinker, and a good was he,</l>
                  <l>Living in peace, and perfite charitee.</l>
                  <l>God loved he beſt with all his hart</l>
                  <l>At all times, though him gained or ſmart:</l>
                  <l>And then his neighbours right as himſelfe.</l>
                  <l>He would threſh, and thereto dike, and delfe,</l>
                  <l>For Chriſtes ſake, for every poore wight,</l>
                  <l>Withouten hire, if it lay in his might.</l>
                  <l>His tithes payed he full faire and well,</l>
                  <l>Both of his proper ſwinke, and his cattell.</l>
                  <l>In a tabard he rod upon a Mare.</l>
                  <l>There was alſo a Reue, and Millare,</l>
                  <l>A Sompnour, and a Pardoner alſo,</l>
                  <l>A Manſiple, and my ſelfe, there was no mo.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="18" type="part">
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                  <head>¶The Miller. 18.</head>
                  <l>THe Miller was a ſtout carle for the nones,</l>
                  <l>Full bigg he was of braune, and eke of
bones,</l>
                  <l>That proved well, for over all there he came,</l>
                  <l>At wraſtling he would have away the Ram.</l>
                  <l>He was ſhort ſhuldred, a thick gnarre,</l>
                  <l>There has no doore, but he would heue the bar,</l>
                  <l>Or breake it with the renning of his hedde,</l>
                  <l>His beard as any Sowe or Fore was redde,</l>
                  <l>And thereto brode, as it were a ſpade,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the coppe right of his noſe he hade</l>
                  <l>A werte, and thereon ſtode a tufte of heeres,</l>
                  <l>Redde as the briſtles of a Sowes eares:</l>
                  <l>His noſtrels blacke were and wide.</l>
                  <l>A ſwerd and buckeler bare he by his ſide:</l>
                  <l>His mouth as great was as a furneis,</l>
                  <l>He was a jangler, and a golierdeis,</l>
                  <l>And that was moſt of ſinne, and harletriſe:</l>
                  <l>Well couth he ſteale Corne, &amp; toll it thriſe,</l>
                  <l>* And yet he had a thombe of gold parde.</l>
                  <l>A white coate and a blew hode weared he.</l>
                  <l>A bagpipe well couth he blow and ſoune,</l>
                  <l>And therewithall brought he us out of toune.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="19" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Mancile. 19.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Manciple there was of the Temple,</l>
                  <l>Of which all Catours might taken en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſemple,</l>
                  <l>For to been wiſe in buying of vitaile,</l>
                  <l>For whether he payed, or tooke by the taile,</l>
                  <l>Algate he waited ſo in his aſhate,</l>
                  <l>That he was aye before in good eſtate.</l>
                  <l>Now is not that of God a full faire grace,</l>
                  <l>That ſoch a leude mannes wit ſhould pace</l>
                  <l>The wiſedome of an heape of learned men?</l>
                  <l>Of maiſters had he mo than thriſe ten,</l>
                  <l>That were of Lawe expert and curious,</l>
                  <l>Of which there was a doſen in that hous,</l>
                  <l>Worthy to been ſtewards of rent and land,</l>
                  <l>Of any Lord that is in England,</l>
                  <l>To maken him live by his proper good,</l>
                  <l>In honour deptleſſe, but if he were wood,</l>
                  <l>Or live as ſcarſly, as him liſt deſre,</l>
                  <l>And able to helpen all a ſhire</l>
                  <l>In any caſe that might fallen or hap:</l>
                  <l>And yet the Manciple ſet all her cap.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="20" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Reue. 20.</head>
                  <l>THe Reue was a ſlender cholerik Man,</l>
                  <l>His bearde was ſhave as nie as ever he
can,</l>
                  <l>His heere was by his eares round iſhorne,</l>
                  <l>His top was docked like a Prieſt beforne,</l>
                  <l>Full long were his legs, and eke full lene,</l>
                  <l>I like a ſtaffe, there was no calfe i ſeene.</l>
                  <l>Well couth he kepe a Garner and a Binne:</l>
                  <l>There was none Auditour coud on him win.</l>
                  <l>Well wiſt he by the drought, &amp; by the raine,</l>
                  <l>The yelding of his ſeed, and of his graine.</l>
                  <l>His Lords Shepe, his Nete, and his Deirie,</l>
                  <l>His ſwine, his Hors, his ſtore, and his pultrie,</l>
                  <l>Were holly in this Reuis governing,</l>
                  <l>And by his Covenant yaue he rekening,</l>
                  <l>Sith his Lord was twentie yeere of age,</l>
                  <l>There could no man bring him in arerage.</l>
                  <l>There nas Bailie, Herde, nor other Hine,</l>
                  <l>That he ne knew his ſleight and his covine,</l>
                  <l>They were adradde of him as of the death:</l>
                  <l>His wonning was full faire upon an Heath,</l>
                  <l>With grene trees ſhadowed was his place,</l>
                  <l>He couth better than his Lord purchace:</l>
                  <l>Full riche he was and ſtored priuely,</l>
                  <l>His Lord he could well pleaſe, and ſubtiliy</l>
                  <l>To yeue and lene him of his owne good,</l>
                  <l>And have a thank, and yet a coate &amp; a hood.</l>
                  <l>In youth he had learned a good myſtere.</l>
                  <l>He was a whele wright, &amp; a Carpentere.</l>
                  <l>This Reue ſatte upon a right god ſtot,</l>
                  <l>That was all pomell gray, and height Scot.</l>
                  <l>A long ſurcote of perce upon he hade,</l>
                  <l>And by his ſide he bare a ruſtie blade.</l>
                  <l>Of Norfolke was this Reue, of which I tell,</l>
                  <l>Biſide a toune, men clepen it Baldeſwell.</l>
                  <l>Tucked he was, as is a Frere about,</l>
                  <l>And euer he rode hindereſt of the route.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="21" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Sompnour. 21.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Sompnour was with us in the place,</l>
                  <l>That had a fire red Cherubins face,</l>
                  <l>For ſaufleme he was, with iyen narow,</l>
                  <l>All hot he was, and lecherous as a Sparow,</l>
                  <l>With ſcaled brows blacke, and pilled berde:</l>
                  <l>Of his viſage Children were fore afferde.</l>
                  <l>There nas quickſilver, litarge, ne brimſtone,</l>
                  <l>Borage, Ceruſe, ne oile of Tartar none,</l>
                  <l>Ne Ointment that would cleanſe or bite,</l>
                  <l>That him might helpe of his whelks white,</l>
                  <l>Ne of his knobbes ſitting on his Chekes:</l>
                  <l>Well loued he Garlike, Onions, and Lekes,</l>
                  <l>And for to drink ſtrong wine, as red as blood,</l>
                  <l>Then would he ſpeak, &amp; cry as he were wood.</l>
                  <l>And when he had well idronke the wine,</l>
                  <l>Then would he ſpeake no word but Latine:</l>
                  <l>A few terms coud he, two or three,</l>
                  <l>That he had learned out of ſome degree:</l>
                  <l>No wonder is, he had heard it all the daie,</l>
                  <l>And ye knowen well eke, how that a Iaie</l>
                  <l>Can clepe watte, as well as can the Pope:</l>
                  <l>But who ſo couth in other thing him grope,</l>
                  <l>Then had he ſpent all his Philoſophie,</l>
                  <l>(A queſtio quid juris) <hi>would he crie.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>He was a gentill harlot and a kind,</l>
                  <l>A better fellow ſhould a man not find:</l>
                  <l>He would ſuffer for a quart of Wine,</l>
                  <l>A good fellow to have his Concubine,</l>
                  <l>A twelue month, and excuſe him at the full:</l>
                  <l>* Full priuely eke a Finch couth he pull,</l>
                  <l>And if he found o where a good fellawe,</l>
                  <l>He would teachen him to have none awe</l>
                  <l>In ſoch caſe of the Arch Deacons courſe:</l>
                  <l>But if mans Soul were in his Pourſe.</l>
                  <l>For in his Pourſe he ſhould ipuniſhed be,</l>
                  <l>Pourſe is the Arch Deacons Hell, ſaid he.</l>
                  <l>But well I wote, he lieth right in dede:</l>
                  <l>Of curſing ought eke ſinfull man drede.</l>
                  <l>For curſing woll ſlea as aſoiling ſaveth.</l>
                  <l>And alſo ware him of a <hi>Significav it.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
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In daunger had he at his own giſe,</l>
                  <l>The young Girls of the Diociſe,</l>
                  <l>And knew her counſaile, and was of her red,</l>
                  <l>A garlond he ſet upon his hed,</l>
                  <l>As great as it were for an aleſtake:</l>
                  <l>A Buckler had he maked him of a Cake.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="22" type="part">
                  <head>¶The Pardoner. 22.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>WIth him there rode a gentle Pardo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nere</l>
                     <l>Of Rouncevall, his friend and his
compere,</l>
                     <l>That ſtrait was come fro the court of Rome,</l>
                     <l>Full loud ſong he, come hider love ſone,</l>
                     <l>This Sompnour bare to him a ſtiff burdoun,</l>
                     <l>Was never Trompe of half ſo great a ſoun.</l>
                     <l>This Pardoner had heer as yellow as wax,</l>
                     <l>But ſomth it hing, as doth a ſtricke of flax:</l>
                     <l>By unces hing his lockes that he had,</l>
                     <l>And therewith he his ſhoulders overſprad,</l>
                     <l>Full thinne it laie, by culpons one and one,</l>
                     <l>But hode for iolite, ne weared he none,</l>
                     <l>For it was truſſed up in his wallet,</l>
                     <l>Him thought he rode all of the new ſet,</l>
                     <l>Diſhe vild, ſave his Cappe he rode all bare,</l>
                     <l>Soch glaring iyen had he as an Hare.</l>
                     <l>A Vernacle had he ſowed upon his cappe,</l>
                     <l>His wallet beforne him on his lappe,</l>
                     <l>Bret full of pardon come from Rome al hote,</l>
                     <l>A voice he had as ſmall as hath a Gote.</l>
                     <l>No berde had he, ne never ſhould have,</l>
                     <l>As ſmoth it was as it were new ſhave,</l>
                     <l>I trow he were a Gelding or a Mare:</l>
                     <l>But of his craft, fro Barwike unto Ware,</l>
                     <l>Ne was there ſoch another Pardonere,</l>
                     <l>For in his male had he a Pillowhere,</l>
                     <l>Which, as he ſaid, was our Ladies vaile:</l>
                     <l>He ſaid, he had a gobbet of the ſaile</l>
                     <l>That ſanct Peter had when that he went</l>
                     <l>Vpon the Sea, till Ieſu Chriſt him hent.</l>
                     <l>He had a Croſs of Latine full of ſtones,</l>
                     <l>And in a glaſs he had Pigges bones:</l>
                     <l>But with theſe relikes; when that he fond</l>
                     <l>A poore Parſone dwelling in uplond,</l>
                     <l>Vpon a day he gat him more money</l>
                     <l>That that Parſone gat in months twey.</l>
                     <l>And thus with fained flattering and japes,</l>
                     <l>He made the Parſone, and People, his apes.</l>
                     <l>But truly to tellen at the laſt,</l>
                     <l>He was in Church a noble Eccleſiaſt:</l>
                     <l>Well couth he read a leſſon or a ſtorie,</l>
                     <l>But alder beſt he ſang an offitorie:</l>
                     <l>Full well he wiſt, when that ſong was ſong,</l>
                     <l>He muſt preach, and well afile his tong,</l>
                     <l>To winne ſilver, as he full well coud:</l>
                     <l>Therefore he ſong ſo merily and loud.</l>
                     <l>Now have I told you ſothly in a Clauſe,</l>
                     <l>The ſtate, the araie, eche number, &amp; the cauſe</l>
                     <l>Why that aſſembled was this Companie</l>
                     <l>In Southwerk at this gentell hoſtelrie,</l>
                     <l>That hight the Tabard, faſt by the Bell.</l>
                     <l>But now is time to you for to tell,</l>
                     <l>How that we baren us that like night.</l>
                     <l>When we were in that hoſtelrie alight.</l>
                     <l>And after woll I tell of our voiage,</l>
                     <l>And all the remnaunt of our Pilgrimage.</l>
                     <l>But firſt I pray you of your courteſie,</l>
                     <l>That ye ne arrete in not my follie,</l>
                     <l>Though that I plainly ſpeak in this matter,</l>
                     <l>To tellen you her words and eke her chere:</l>
                     <l>Ne though I ſpeak her words properly.</l>
                     <l>For this ye knowen as well as I,</l>
                     <l>* Who ſhall tellen a tale after a man,</l>
                     <l>He mote rehearſe as nie as ever he can</l>
                     <l>Everich word, if it bee in his charge,</l>
                     <l>All ſpeak he never ſo rudely ne large:</l>
                     <l>Or elſe he mote tellen his tale untrue,</l>
                     <l>Or fein things, or find words new:</l>
                     <l>He may not ſpare, altho he were his brother,</l>
                     <l>He mote as well ſay o word, as another.</l>
                     <l>Chriſt ſpake himſelf full brode in holy writ,</l>
                     <l>And well I wotte no villany is it.</l>
                     <l>Eke Plato ſaith, who ſo can him rede,</l>
                     <l>* The words mote been coſin to the dede.</l>
                     <l>Alſo I pray you forgive it me,</l>
                     <l>All have I not ſet folk in her degree,</l>
                     <l>Here in this tale as they ſhoulden ſtand,</l>
                     <l>My wit is ſhort, ye may well underſtand.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>GReat cheer made our hoſte us verichone,</l>
                     <l>And to the Supper ſet he us anone:</l>
                     <l>And ſerved us with vitaile of the beſt,</l>
                     <l>Strong was the wine, &amp; well to drink us leſt.</l>
                     <l>A ſeemly man our Hoſt was with all,</l>
                     <l>For to been a Marſhal in a Lords Hall.</l>
                     <l>A large man he was with iyen ſtepe,</l>
                     <l>A fairer Burgeis is there none in Chepe:</l>
                     <l>Bold of his ſpeech, wiſe and well itaught,</l>
                     <l>And of manhood him lacked right nought.</l>
                     <l>Eke thereto he was a right merry man,</l>
                     <l>And after ſupper plaien he began,</l>
                     <l>And ſpeak of n<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>th among other things,</l>
                     <l>When that we had made our reckonings:</l>
                     <l>And ſaid thus, now lordings truly</l>
                     <l>Ye been to me welcome right heartily:</l>
                     <l>For by my trouth, if I ſhould not lie,</l>
                     <l>I ſaw not this year ſo merry a Company</l>
                     <l>Atones in this her borough, as is now:</l>
                     <l>Fain wold I don you mirth, &amp; I wiſt how:</l>
                     <l>And of a mirth I am right now bethought,</l>
                     <l>To don you eaſe, and it ſhall coſt nought.</l>
                     <l>Ye gon to Canterbury, God mote you ſpede,</l>
                     <l>The bliſsful Martyr quite you your mede,</l>
                     <l>And well I wot, as ye gone by the way,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhapen you to talken and to play:</l>
                     <l>For truly comfort ne mirth is there none,</l>
                     <l>To riden by the way as dumb as a ſtone:</l>
                     <l>And therefore wold I maken you diſport,</l>
                     <l>As I ſaid erſt, and done you ſome comfort,</l>
                     <l>And if you liketh all by one aſſent</l>
                     <l>For to ſtonden at my Iudgment:</l>
                     <l>And for to worchen as I ſhall you ſay,</l>
                     <l>To morrow, when we riden on the way,</l>
                     <l>Now by my Fathers Soul that is deed,</l>
                     <l>But ye be merry, I will give you my heed:</l>
                     <l>Hold up your hands withouten more ſpeech:</l>
                     <l>Our counſail was not long for to ſech:</l>
                     <l>Vs thouȝt it was not worth to make it nice,</l>
                     <l>And graunted him without more aviſe,</l>
                     <l>And bad him ſay his verdit as him leſt.</l>
                     <l>Lordings (qd. he) now herkeneth for the beſt,</l>
                     <l>
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But take it nat, I pray you, in disdain,</l>
                     <l>This is the point to ſpeak it plat and plain:</l>
                     <l>That ech of you to ſhorten others way,</l>
                     <l>In this viage, ſhall tellen tales tway,</l>
                     <l>To Canterbury ward, I mean it ſo,</l>
                     <l>And homewards he ſhall tell tales other two,</l>
                     <l>Of a ventures whilom that han befall:</l>
                     <l>And which of you that hereth him beſt of all,</l>
                     <l>That is to ſain, that tellen in this caſe</l>
                     <l>Tales of beſt ſentence and moſt ſolace,</l>
                     <l>Shall have a ſupper at our alder coſt,</l>
                     <l>Here in this place, ſitting by this poſt.</l>
                     <l>When that we comen ayen from Canterbu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry,</l>
                     <l>And for to make you the more merry,</l>
                     <l>I will my ſelven goodly with you ride,</l>
                     <l>Right at mine own coſt, and be your guide.</l>
                     <l>And who that woll my judgment with ſay,</l>
                     <l>Shall pay all that we ſpend by the way:</l>
                     <l>And yef ye vouchſafe that it be ſo,</l>
                     <l>Tell me anone without words mo,</l>
                     <l>And I woll erly ſhape me therefore.</l>
                     <l>This thing was granted &amp; our oaths ſwore</l>
                     <l>With glad hert, and praiden him alſo,</l>
                     <l>That he would vouchſafe for to do ſo,</l>
                     <l>And that he would ben our Governour,</l>
                     <l>And of our tales judge and reportour:</l>
                     <l>And ſet a Supper at a certain priſe,</l>
                     <l>And we wollen ben demed at his deviſe,</l>
                     <l>In hie and low, and thus by one aſſent,</l>
                     <l>We ben accorded to his judgment.</l>
                     <l>And thereupon the wine was fette anone,</l>
                     <l>We dronken and to reſt went ilke one,</l>
                     <l>Withouten any lenger tarying.</l>
                     <l>A morrow when the day gan to ſpring,</l>
                     <l>Vp roſe our Hoſt, and was our alder cocke,</l>
                     <l>And gadird us togedirs on a flocke,</l>
                     <l>And forth we riden a little more than paas,</l>
                     <l>Vnto the watering of ſaint Thomas:</l>
                     <l>And there our Hoſt began his Horſe areſt,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid; Lords, herkeneth if you leſt:</l>
                     <l>Ye wote your forward, and I it record</l>
                     <l>* If eve ſong and morrow ſong accord,</l>
                     <l>Let ſee now who ſhall tell the firſt tale.</l>
                     <l>As ever I mote drink wine or ale,</l>
                     <l>Who ſo is rebel to my Iudgment,</l>
                     <l>Shall pay for all that by the way is ſpent:</l>
                     <l>Now draweth cut or that ye farther twin,</l>
                     <l>The which that hath the ſhorteſt ſhall begin.</l>
                     <l>Sir Knight (qd. he) my maiſter &amp; my lord,</l>
                     <l>Now draweth cut, for that is mine accord:</l>
                     <l>Commeth nere (qd. he) my lady Prioreſs,</l>
                     <l>And ye, ſir Clerk, let be your ſhamefaſtneſs,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſtudieth nought, lay hand to, every man,</l>
                     <l>Anone to draw every wight began,</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly for to tellen as it was,</l>
                     <l>Were it by aventure, chaunce, or caas,</l>
                     <l>The ſothe is this, the cut fill to the Knight,</l>
                     <l>Of which blith and glad was every wight,</l>
                     <l>And tell he muſt his tale as was reaſon,</l>
                     <l>By forward, and by compoſition,</l>
                     <l>As ye han heard, what nee deth words mo?</l>
                     <l>And when this good man ſaw that it was ſo,</l>
                     <l>As he that wiſe was and obedient</l>
                     <l>To keepen his forward by his free aſſent:</l>
                     <l>He ſaid, ſithen I ſhall begin the game,</l>
                     <l>What welcome cut to me a Goddeſname,</l>
                     <l>Now let us ride, and herkeneth what I ſay:</l>
                     <l>And with that word we riden forth our way,</l>
                     <l>And he began with a right merry chere,</l>
                     <l>His tale anone, right as ye ſhall hear.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <trailer>¶Thus endeth the Prologues of the
Canterbury Tales.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="tales">
               <div type="tale">
                  <pb n="9" facs="tcp:51487:22"/>
                  <head>The Knight's Tale.</head>
                  <argument>
                     <p>PAlamon and Arcite, a pair of Friends and Fellow-priſoners, fight a Combat before Duke
Theſeus, for the Lady Emely, Siſter to the Queen Ipolita, Wife of Theſeus. A Tale fitting
the Perſon of a Knight, for that it diſcourſeth of the Deeds of Arms, and Love of Ladies.</p>
                  </argument>
                  <lg>
                     <l>WHilome, as old ſtories tellen us</l>
                     <l>There was a Duke that hight
Theſeus,</l>
                     <l>Of Athens he was lord and gover<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour,</l>
                     <l>And in his time ſuch a conquerour,</l>
                     <l>That greater was none under the ſon:</l>
                     <l>Full many a rich country had he won.</l>
                     <l>What with his wisdom and his chivalry</l>
                     <l>He conquered all the reigne of Feminy,</l>
                     <l>That whilome was ycleaped Cithea,</l>
                     <l>And wedded the queene Ipolita,</l>
                     <l>And brought her home with him to his coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>try,</l>
                     <l>With mikell glory and ſolemnity,</l>
                     <l>And eke her young ſiſter Emely.</l>
                     <l>And thus with victory and melody</l>
                     <l>Let I this worthy Duke to Athens ride,</l>
                     <l>And all his hoaſt, in armes him beſide.</l>
                     <l>And certes, if it nere to long to here,</l>
                     <l>I would have told fully the mannere,</l>
                     <l>How wonnen was the reign of Feminy</l>
                     <l>By Theſeus, and by his Chivalry.</l>
                     <l>And of the great battaile for the nones</l>
                     <l>Betweene Athens and Amaſones,</l>
                     <l>And how beſieged was Ipolita</l>
                     <l>The young hardy queene of Cithea:</l>
                     <l>And of the feaſt, that was at her wedding,</l>
                     <l>And of the tempeſt at her home coming.</l>
                     <l>But all that thing I mote as now forbear,</l>
                     <l>* I have God wot a large field to ear:</l>
                     <l>And weked ben the oxen in the plow,</l>
                     <l>The remnant of my tale is long ynow.</l>
                     <l>I will not letten eke none of this rout,</l>
                     <l>Let every fellow tell his tale about,</l>
                     <l>And let ſee now who ſhall the ſupper win:</l>
                     <l>And there I left, I will again begin.</l>
                     <l>This Duke, of whom I make mencioun,</l>
                     <l>When he was come almoſt to the toun</l>
                     <l>In all his wele and in his moſt pride,</l>
                     <l>He was ware, as he caſt his eye aſide,</l>
                     <l>Where that there knee led in the hight wey</l>
                     <l>A company of Ladies, twey and twey</l>
                     <l>Each after other, clad in cloths black:</l>
                     <l>But ſuch a cry, and ſuch a wo they make,</l>
                     <l>That in this world nis creature living</l>
                     <l>That ever heard ſuch a waimenting;</l>
                     <l>And of this cry they nold never ſtenten,</l>
                     <l>Till they the reines of his bridle henten.</l>
                     <l>What folke be ye that at mine home com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing</l>
                     <l>Perturben ſo my feaſt with your crying,</l>
                     <l>Quod Theſeus? Have ye ſo great envy</l>
                     <l>Of mine honour, that thus complain &amp; cry?</l>
                     <l>Or who hath you misbode, or offended?</l>
                     <l>Now telleth me, if it may be amended,</l>
                     <l>And why that ye be clothed thus in black?</l>
                     <l>The oldeſt lady of them all ſpake,</l>
                     <l>When ſhe had ſowned with a deadly chere,</l>
                     <l>That it was ruth for to ſee and here;</l>
                     <l>She ſaid, lord, to whom fortune hath yeve</l>
                     <l>Victory, and as a conquerour to live,</l>
                     <l>Nought greeveth us your glory &amp; honour:</l>
                     <l>But we beſeeke you of mercy and ſuccour,</l>
                     <l>And have mercy on our wo and diſtreſs,</l>
                     <l>Some drop of pity, through thy gentilneſs,</l>
                     <l>Vpon us wretched women let thou fall.</l>
                     <l>For certes lord, there nis none of us all,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe ne hath be a ducheſs or a queen:</l>
                     <l>Now be we caitives, as it is well iſeen,</l>
                     <l>Thanked be fortune, and her falſe wheel,</l>
                     <l>That none eſtate aſſureth to be wele,</l>
                     <l>Now certes lord, to abide your preſence</l>
                     <l>Here in this temple of the goddeſs Clemence</l>
                     <l>We have be waiting all this fourtenight:</l>
                     <l>Helpe us lord, ſith it lieth in thy might.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>I</hi> Wretch, that weep and wailen thus</l>
                     <l>Whylome wife was to king Campaneus,</l>
                     <l>That ſtarfe at Thebes, curſed be the day:</l>
                     <l>And all we that been in this aray,</l>
                     <l>And maken all this lamentacioun,</l>
                     <l>We loſten all our Husbands at that toun,</l>
                     <l>While that the Siege there about is ſay:</l>
                     <l>And yet the old Creon (welaway)</l>
                     <l>That lord is now of Thebes city</l>
                     <l>Fulfilled of ire and iniquity,</l>
                     <l>He for deſpight, and for his tyranny</l>
                     <l>To done the dead bodies villany</l>
                     <l>Of all our lords, which that ben ſlaw,</l>
                     <l>Hath all the bodies on an heap y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>raw,</l>
                     <l>And will not ſuffer hem by none aſſent</l>
                     <l>Neither to be buried ne to be brent,</l>
                     <l>But maketh hounds to eat hem in deſpite:</l>
                     <l>And with that word, without more repite</l>
                     <l>They fallen grofly, and crien pitouſly,</l>
                     <l>Have on us wretched Women ſome mercy,</l>
                     <l>And let our ſorrow ſinke in thine hert.</l>
                     <l>This gentle duke down from his horſe ſtert</l>
                     <l>With hert pitous, when he heard hem ſpeak</l>
                     <l>Him thought that his hert would all to break</l>
                     <l>
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When he ſaw hem ſo pitous and ſo mate,</l>
                     <l>That whylome were of ſo great aſtate:</l>
                     <l>And in his armes he hem all up hent,</l>
                     <l>And hem comforted in full good intent,</l>
                     <l>And ſwore his oath, as he was true Knight,</l>
                     <l>He would done ſo fer forthly his might</l>
                     <l>Vpon the tyrant Creon hem to wreake,</l>
                     <l>That all the people of Greece ſhould ſpeake</l>
                     <l>How Creon was of Theſeus yſerved,</l>
                     <l>As the that hath his death full well deſerved.</l>
                     <l>And right anon withouten more abode</l>
                     <l>His banner he diſplayed, and forth rode</l>
                     <l>To Thebes ward, and all his hooſt beſide:</l>
                     <l>No neere Athens nold he go ne ride,</l>
                     <l>Ne take his eaſe fully half a day,</l>
                     <l>But onward on his way that night he lay:</l>
                     <l>And ſent anon Ipolita the quene,</l>
                     <l>And Emely her young ſiſter ſhene</l>
                     <l>Vnto the toune of Athens to dwell:</l>
                     <l>And forth he rideth, there nis now more to tell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>THe red ſtatue of Mars with ſpear &amp; targe,</l>
                     <l>So ſhineth in his white banner large,</l>
                     <l>That all the fields glyttren up and doun:</l>
                     <l>And by his banner, borne is his penon</l>
                     <l>Of Gold full rich, in which there was ybete</l>
                     <l>The minotaure, that he won in Crete.</l>
                     <l>Thus rideth this duke, this conquerour</l>
                     <l>And in his hoaſt of chivalry the flour,</l>
                     <l>Till that he came to Thebes, and alight</l>
                     <l>Fair in a Field, there as he thought to fight.</l>
                     <l>But ſhortly for to ſpeaken of this thing,</l>
                     <l>With Creon, which was of Thebes King,</l>
                     <l>He fought, and ſlew him manly as a Knight</l>
                     <l>In plain battaile, and put his folk to flight:</l>
                     <l>And at a ſaut he wan the city after,</l>
                     <l>And rent adowne wall, ſpar, and rafter:</l>
                     <l>And to the ladies he reſtord again</l>
                     <l>The bodies of her husbands that were ſlain,</l>
                     <l>To done obſequies, as tho was the giſe.</l>
                     <l>But it were all too long for to deviſe</l>
                     <l>The great clamour, and the weimenting,</l>
                     <l>That the ladies made at the brenning</l>
                     <l>Of the bodies, and the great honour</l>
                     <l>That Theſeus the noble conquerour</l>
                     <l>Doth to the ladies, when they from him went:</l>
                     <l>But ſhortly to tellen is mine intent.</l>
                     <l>When that this worthy duke, this Theſeus</l>
                     <l>Hath Creon ſlaine, and wan Thebes thus,</l>
                     <l>Still in the field he took all night his reſt,</l>
                     <l>And did with all the country as him leſt:</l>
                     <l>To ranſacke in the taas of bodies deed</l>
                     <l>Hem for to ſtrip of harneis and of weed</l>
                     <l>The pillours did her buſineſs and cure</l>
                     <l>After the battaile and diſcomfiture:</l>
                     <l>And ſo befell, that in the taas they found</l>
                     <l>Though girt with many a grievous wound</l>
                     <l>Two young knights lying by and by</l>
                     <l>Both in armes fame, wrought full richely:</l>
                     <l>Of which two, Arcite hight that one,</l>
                     <l>And that other hight Palamon:</l>
                     <l>Not fully quick, ne fully dead they were,</l>
                     <l>But by her coat armours and by her gere</l>
                     <l>The Heraulds knew hem beſt in ſpecial</l>
                     <l>As tho that weren of the blood rial</l>
                     <l>Of Thebes, and of ſiſtren two yborn.</l>
                     <l>Out of the taas the pillours hath hem torn,</l>
                     <l>And han hem caried ſoft into the tent</l>
                     <l>Of Theſeus, and he full ſoon hem ſent</l>
                     <l>To Athens, to dwellen there in priſon</l>
                     <l>Perpetuall, he nold hem not raunſon.</l>
                     <l>And when this worthy Duke had thus idone,</l>
                     <l>He tooke his hoaſt, and home he goth anone,</l>
                     <l>With Iawrel crowned as a conquerour,</l>
                     <l>And there he liveth in joy and honour,</l>
                     <l>Tearm of his life, what needeth words mo?</l>
                     <l>And in a toure, in anguiſh and in wo</l>
                     <l>Dwelleth Palamon, and his fellow Arcite</l>
                     <l>For evermore, there may no gold hem quite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>THus paſſeth yere by yere, and day by day,</l>
                     <l>Till it fell once in a morrow of May</l>
                     <l>That Emely, that fairer was to ſeen</l>
                     <l>Than is the lilly upon the ſtalke green,</l>
                     <l>And freſher than may, with floures new,</l>
                     <l>For with the roſe colour ſtrofe her hew,</l>
                     <l>I not which was the fairer of them two.</l>
                     <l>Er it was day, as was her wont to do,</l>
                     <l>She was ariſen, and all ready dight,</l>
                     <l>For May woll have no ſlogardy a night;</l>
                     <l>The ſeaſon pricketh every gentell hert,</l>
                     <l>And maketh it out of their ſleep to ſtert,</l>
                     <l>And ſaith ariſe, and do May obſervaunce;</l>
                     <l>This maketh Emely to have remembrance</l>
                     <l>To done honour to May, and for to riſe,</l>
                     <l>Iclothed was ſhe freſh for to deviſe;</l>
                     <l>Her yellow haire was broided in a treſſe</l>
                     <l>Behind her backe, a yard long I geſſe,</l>
                     <l>And in the gardyn at ſunne upriſt</l>
                     <l>She walketh up and downe as her liſt:</l>
                     <l>She gathereth floures, party white and reed</l>
                     <l>To make a ſubtell garland for her heed,</l>
                     <l>And, as an Angel, heavenly ſhe ſong:</l>
                     <l>The great toure, that was ſo thick &amp; ſtrong,</l>
                     <l>Which of the caſtell was the chefe dungeon,</l>
                     <l>Wherein the two Knights were in priſon,</l>
                     <l>Of which I told you, and tellen ſhall</l>
                     <l>Was even joynant to the gardyn wall;</l>
                     <l>There as this Emely had her playing,</l>
                     <l>Bright was the ſonne, &amp; clere the morning,</l>
                     <l>And Palamon, this woful priſoner,</l>
                     <l>As was his wont, by leave of his gayler,</l>
                     <l>Was riſen, and romed in a chambre on high,</l>
                     <l>In which he all the noble cite ſigh,</l>
                     <l>And eke the gardyn, full of braunches grene,</l>
                     <l>There, as this freſh Emely the ſhene</l>
                     <l>Was in her walk, and romed up and down;</l>
                     <l>This ſorrowful priſoner, this Palamon,</l>
                     <l>Goth in his chambre roming to and fro,</l>
                     <l>And to himſelf complaining of his wo,</l>
                     <l>That he was borne full oft ſaid alas.</l>
                     <l>And ſo befell, by auenture or caas,</l>
                     <l>That through a window thick of many a bar</l>
                     <l>Of yron great, and ſquare as any ſpar,</l>
                     <l>He caſt his eyen upon Emilia,</l>
                     <l>And therewith he blent, and cried, ha, ha,</l>
                     <l>As though he ſtongen were unto the hert.</l>
                     <l>And with that cry Arcite anon up ſtert,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, coſin mine, what eyleth thee,</l>
                     <l>That art ſo pale and deadly for to ſee?</l>
                     <l>Why cryeſt thou? who hath do thee offence?</l>
                     <l>For goddes love take all in pacience</l>
                     <l>
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Our priſon, for it may none other be,</l>
                     <l>Fortune hath yeven us this adverſite,</l>
                     <l>Some wicked aſpect or diſpoſition</l>
                     <l>Of Saturne, by ſome conſtellation,</l>
                     <l>Hath yeven us this, altho we had it ſworn</l>
                     <l>So ſtood the heauen when that we were born,</l>
                     <l>We mote endure, this is ſhort and plain.</l>
                     <l>This Palamon anſwered, and ſaid again,</l>
                     <l>Coſyn, forſoth, of this opinion</l>
                     <l>Thou haſt a vain imaginacion,</l>
                     <l>This priſon cauſed me not to cry,</l>
                     <l>But I was hurt right now through mine eye</l>
                     <l>Into mine herte, that woll my bane be,</l>
                     <l>The fairneſs of a Lady that I ſe</l>
                     <l>Yond in the gardyn, roming to and fro,</l>
                     <l>Is cauſe of all my crying and wo.</l>
                     <l>I not wher ſhe be woman or goddeſs,</l>
                     <l>But Venus it is, ſothly as I gueſs,</l>
                     <l>And therewithall on knees down he fyll,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid; Venus, if it be thy will</l>
                     <l>You in this gardyn thus to tranſfigure</l>
                     <l>Beforne me, ſorrowful wretched creature,</l>
                     <l>Out of this priſon help that we may ſcape,</l>
                     <l>And if our deſtiny be ſo iſhape</l>
                     <l>By eterne word, to dyen in priſon,</l>
                     <l>Of our linage have ſome compaſſion,</l>
                     <l>That is ſo low ybrought by tyranny.</l>
                     <l>And with that word Arcite gan eſpy</l>
                     <l>Whereas the Lady romed to and fro,</l>
                     <l>And with that ſight her beauty hurt him ſo,</l>
                     <l>That if that Palamon were wounded ſore,</l>
                     <l>Arcite was hurt as much as he, or more;</l>
                     <l>And with a ſigh he ſaid pitouſly,</l>
                     <l>The freſh beauty ſleeth me ſodenly</l>
                     <l>Of her that rometh in yonder place,</l>
                     <l>And but I have her mercy and her grace</l>
                     <l>That I may ſeen her at the leaſt way,</l>
                     <l>I nam but dead, there nys no more to ſay.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Palamon, whan he theſe words herd,</l>
                     <l>Diſpitouſly he looked, and anſwerd:</l>
                     <l>Whether ſayſt thou this in erneſt or in play?</l>
                     <l>Nay, quod Arcite, in erneſt by my fay,</l>
                     <l>God help me ſo, me liſt full yll to pley.</l>
                     <l>This Palamon gan knit his browes twey,</l>
                     <l>It were (quod he) to thee no great honour</l>
                     <l>To be falſe, ne for to be a traytour</l>
                     <l>To me, that am thy coſyn and thy brother,</l>
                     <l>Iſworne full depe, each of us to other,</l>
                     <l>That never for to dien in the pain,</l>
                     <l>Till that the death depart ſhall us twain,</l>
                     <l>Neither of us in love to hindre other,</l>
                     <l>Ne in none other caſe, my leve brother,</l>
                     <l>But that thou ſhouldeſt truly further me</l>
                     <l>In every caſe, as I ſhould further thee;</l>
                     <l>This was thine oth, and mine alſo, certain</l>
                     <l>I wot it well, thou darſt it not withſain.</l>
                     <l>Thus art thou of my counſell out of dout,</l>
                     <l>And now thou woldeſt falſly ben about</l>
                     <l>To love my Lady, whom I love and ſerve,</l>
                     <l>And ever ſhall, till that mine hert ſterve.</l>
                     <l>Now certes, falſe Arcite, thou ſhalt not ſo,</l>
                     <l>I loved her firſt, and told thee my wo</l>
                     <l>As to my counſell, and to my brother ſworne</l>
                     <l>To further me, as I have told beforne,</l>
                     <l>For which thou art thounden as a Knight</l>
                     <l>To helpen me, if it lye in thy might,</l>
                     <l>Or elſe art thou falſe, I dare well ſain.</l>
                     <l>This Arcite full proudly ſpake again,</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhalt (quod he) be rather falſe than I,</l>
                     <l>And thou art falſe, I tell thee utterly.</l>
                     <l>For paramour I loved her firſt or thou,</l>
                     <l>What wilt thou ſain, thou wiſt it not or now</l>
                     <l>Whether ſhe be woman or goddeſs:</l>
                     <l>Thine is affection of holineſs,</l>
                     <l>And mine is love, as to a creature:</l>
                     <l>For which I told thee mine aventure,</l>
                     <l>As to my coſin, and my brother ſworne.</l>
                     <l>Suppoſe that thou lovedſt her beforne:</l>
                     <l>* Woſt thou not well the old Clerks ſaw?</l>
                     <l>That who ſhall give a lover any law?</l>
                     <l>Love is a greater law by my pan,</l>
                     <l>Then may be yeven to any earthly man:</l>
                     <l>And therefore poſitive law, and ſuch decree</l>
                     <l>Is broken all day for love in eche degree;</l>
                     <l>A man mote needs, love maugre his head,</l>
                     <l>He may not fleen it, tho he ſhuld be dead,</l>
                     <l>All be ſhe maid, widow, or elſe wife.</l>
                     <l>And eke it is not likely all thy life</l>
                     <l>To ſtonden in her grace, no more ſhall I:</l>
                     <l>For well thou woſt thy ſelfe verely,</l>
                     <l>That thou and I be damned to priſon</l>
                     <l>Perpetual, us gaineth no raunſon.</l>
                     <l>* We ſtriven, as did the hounds for the bone,</l>
                     <l>That fought all day, &amp; yet her part was none,</l>
                     <l>Ther came a cur, while that they wer ſo wroth</l>
                     <l>And bare away the bone from hem both.</l>
                     <l>* And therefore, at Kings court, my brother,</l>
                     <l>Each man for himſelf, there is none other.</l>
                     <l>Love if thou liſt, for I love, and aye ſhall:</l>
                     <l>And ſoothly, lefe brother, this is all.</l>
                     <l>Here in this priſon mote we endure,</l>
                     <l>And everich of us taken his aventure.</l>
                     <l>Great was the ſtrife and long betwixt hem twey,</l>
                     <l>If that I had leiſure for to ſey:</l>
                     <l>But to theffect: it happed on a day,</l>
                     <l>(To tell it you ſhortly as I may)</l>
                     <l>A worthy Duke that hight Perithous,</l>
                     <l>That fellow was to Duke Theſeus,</l>
                     <l>Sith thilke day that they were children lite,</l>
                     <l>Was come to Athens his fellow to viſite,</l>
                     <l>And for to play, as he was wont to do,</l>
                     <l>For in this world he loved no man ſo:</l>
                     <l>And he loved him as tenderly again.</l>
                     <l>So well they loved, as old books ſaine,</l>
                     <l>That when that one was dead, ſoothly to tell,</l>
                     <l>His fellow went &amp; ſought him down in hell:</l>
                     <l>But of that ſtorie liſt me not to write.</l>
                     <l>Duke Perithous loved well Arcite,</l>
                     <l>And had him know at Thebes yere by yere:</l>
                     <l>And finally, at the requeſt and prayere</l>
                     <l>Of Perithous, withouten any raunſon</l>
                     <l>Duke Theſeus let him out of priſon.</l>
                     <l>Freely to gone whether him liſt over all</l>
                     <l>In ſuch a guiſe, as I you tellen ſhall.</l>
                     <l>This was the forward, plainly to endite</l>
                     <l>Betwixt Duke Theſeus and him Arcite:</l>
                     <l>That if ſo were, that Arcite were yfound</l>
                     <l>Ever in his life, by day, night, or ſtound,</l>
                     <l>In any countrey of this Duke Theſeus,</l>
                     <l>And he were caught, it was accorded thus,</l>
                     <l>That with a ſword he ſhould leſe his heed,</l>
                     <l>There was no other remedy ne reed,</l>
                     <l>
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But taketh his leave, &amp; homeward him ſped:</l>
                     <l>Let him beware, his neck lieth to wed.</l>
                     <l>How great ſorw ſuffereth now Arcite?</l>
                     <l>The death he feeleth through his hert ſmite:</l>
                     <l>He weepeth, waileth, and crieth pitouſly,</l>
                     <l>To ſleen himſelf he waiteth prively:</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, alas, the day that I was borne,</l>
                     <l>Now is my priſon worſe than beforne:</l>
                     <l>Now is me ſhap eternally to dwell</l>
                     <l>Nought in purgatorie, but in Hell.</l>
                     <l>Alas, that ever I knew Perithous,</l>
                     <l>For elſe had I dwelt with Theſeus</l>
                     <l>I fettered in his priſon evermo:</l>
                     <l>Then had I be in bliſs, and not in wo.</l>
                     <l>Only the ſight of her, whom that I ſet ve,</l>
                     <l>Though that I never her grace may deſerve,</l>
                     <l>Would have ſufficed right ynough for me.</l>
                     <l>O deare couſin Palamon (quod he)</l>
                     <l>Thine is the victorie of this aventure,</l>
                     <l>Full bliſſul in priſon maieſt thou endure:</l>
                     <l>In priſon, nay certes but in paradice,</l>
                     <l>* Well hath fortune to thee turned the dice,</l>
                     <l>That haſt the ſight of her, and I thabſence:</l>
                     <l>For poſſible is, ſithens thou haſt her preſence,</l>
                     <l>And art a knight, a worthy man and able,</l>
                     <l>That by ſome caſe ſince fortune is changeable</l>
                     <l>* Thou maieſt ſometime to thy deſire attain.</l>
                     <l>But I that am exiled, and barraine</l>
                     <l>Of all grace, and in ſo great deſpair,</l>
                     <l>That there nis water, earth, fire, ne aire,</l>
                     <l>Ne creature, that of hem maked is,</l>
                     <l>That may me heale, or done comfort in this,</l>
                     <l>Well ought I ſterve in wanhope and diſtreſſe.</l>
                     <l>Farewell my life, my luſt, and my gladneſſe.</l>
                     <l>Alas, why playnen men ſo in commune</l>
                     <l>Of purueyance of God, or of fortune</l>
                     <l>* That yeueth hem full oft in many a giſe</l>
                     <l>Well better than hemſelfe can deviſe.</l>
                     <l>Some man deſireth to haue richeſſe,</l>
                     <l>That cauſe is of her murdre or ſickneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſoure man wold out of his priſon faine</l>
                     <l>That in his houſe is of his meyne ſlaine.</l>
                     <l>Infinite harmes bene in this mattere,</l>
                     <l>We wote not what thing we prayen here,</l>
                     <l>We faren as he that dronke is as a mouſe,</l>
                     <l>A dronken man wot well he hath an houſe,</l>
                     <l>But he wot not which the right way thider,</l>
                     <l>And to a dronken man the way is ſlider;</l>
                     <l>And certes in this world ſo faren we.</l>
                     <l>We ſeken faſt after felicite,</l>
                     <l>But we go wrong full oft truly,</l>
                     <l>Thus we may ſay all, and namely I</l>
                     <l>That wenden, and had a great opinion</l>
                     <l>That if I might ſcape fro priſon,</l>
                     <l>Then had I been in <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>oy and perfite hele,</l>
                     <l>There now I am exiled fro my wele,</l>
                     <l>Sith that I may not ſeene you Emely,</l>
                     <l>I nam but dead, there nys no remedy.</l>
                     <l>¶Vpon that other ſide Palamon,</l>
                     <l>Whan that he wiſt Arcite was gon,</l>
                     <l>Such ſorrow he maketh, that the great tour</l>
                     <l>Reſowned of his yelling and clamour,</l>
                     <l>The pure fetters on his ſhinnes grete</l>
                     <l>Were of his bitter ſalt teares wete.</l>
                     <l>Alas (quoth he) Arcite coſyn mine,</l>
                     <l>Of all our ſtrife, God wot the frute is thine;</l>
                     <l>Thou walkeſt now in Thebes at large,</l>
                     <l>And of my wo, thou yeueſt little charge;</l>
                     <l>Thou maiſt, ſith thou haſt wiſdom &amp; manhed,</l>
                     <l>Aſſemble all the folke of our kindred,</l>
                     <l>And make warre ſo ſharpe in this countre,</l>
                     <l>That by ſome auenture, or by ſome treate</l>
                     <l>Thou maieſt haue her to lady and to wife,</l>
                     <l>For whom I muſt nedes leſe my life.</l>
                     <l>For as by way of poſſibilite,</l>
                     <l>Sith thou art at thy large of priſon fre,</l>
                     <l>And art a lord, great is thine advantage</l>
                     <l>More than is mine, that ſterve here in a cage;</l>
                     <l>For I may wepe &amp; wayle whiles that I liue,</l>
                     <l>With all the wo that priſon may me yeue,</l>
                     <l>And eke with paine, that loue yeueth me alſo,</l>
                     <l>That doubleth all my tourment and my wo.</l>
                     <l>Therewith the fire of jelouſie vp ſtert</l>
                     <l>Within his breſt, and hent him by the hert</l>
                     <l>So woodly, that he likely was to behold</l>
                     <l>The boxe tree, or the aſhen deed and cold.</l>
                     <l>Then ſaid he, O cruell goddes, that governe</l>
                     <l>This world with your word eterne,</l>
                     <l>And written in the table of Athamant</l>
                     <l>Your parliament and eterne graunt,</l>
                     <l>What is mankind more unto you yhold</l>
                     <l>Than is the ſhepe, that rouketh in the fold.</l>
                     <l>For ſlain is man, right as another beeſt,</l>
                     <l>And dwelleth eke in priſon, and in arreſt,</l>
                     <l>And hath ſickneſſe, and great adverſite,</l>
                     <l>And oft time giltleſſe parde.</l>
                     <l>What governance is in this preſcience</l>
                     <l>That giltleſſe turmenteth innocence?</l>
                     <l>And encreaſeth thus all my penance,</l>
                     <l>That man is bounden to his obſeruaunce</l>
                     <l>For Gods ſake to leten of his will,</l>
                     <l>There as a beeſt may all his luſts fulfill,</l>
                     <l>And whan a beeſt is dead, he hath no pain,</l>
                     <l>But after his death man mote wepe &amp; plain:</l>
                     <l>Though in this world he haue care and wo</l>
                     <l>Without dout it may ſtonden ſo.</l>
                     <l>The anſwere of his lete I to diuines,</l>
                     <l>But well I wote, in this world great pine is,</l>
                     <l>Alas, I ſee a ſerpent or a thefe,</l>
                     <l>That many a true man hath do miſchiefe,</l>
                     <l>Gon at his large, &amp; where him liſt may turn,</l>
                     <l>But I mote ben in priſon through Saturn,</l>
                     <l>And eke through Iuno, jalous and eke wood,</l>
                     <l>That hath ſtroied well nye all the blood</l>
                     <l>Of Thehes, with his waſt walles wide,</l>
                     <l>And Venus ſleeth me on that other ſide</l>
                     <l>For ielouſie, and feare of him Arcite.</l>
                     <l>Now will I ſtint of Palamon alite,</l>
                     <l>And let him in his priſon ſtill dwell,</l>
                     <l>And of Arcite forth woll I you tell.</l>
                     <l>The ſommer paſſeth, and the nights long</l>
                     <l>Encreaſeth double wiſe the paines ſtrong</l>
                     <l>Both of the lover, and of the priſoner,</l>
                     <l>I not which hath the wofuller miſter,</l>
                     <l>For ſhortly to ſay, this Palamon</l>
                     <l>Perpetuel is damned to priſon,</l>
                     <l>In chaines and fetters to the deed,</l>
                     <l>And Arcite is exiled on his heed</l>
                     <l>For euermore as out of that countre,</l>
                     <l>Ne neuermore ſhall his lady ſe.</l>
                     <l>You louers aſke I now this queſtion,</l>
                     <l>Who hath the worſe, Arcite or Palamon?</l>
                     <l>
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That one may ſe his lady day by day,</l>
                     <l>But in priſon mote he dwell aſway;</l>
                     <l>That other where him liſt may ride or go,</l>
                     <l>But ſene his lady ſhall he neuer mo.</l>
                     <l>Now deemeth as ye liſt, ye that can,</l>
                     <l>For I woll tell forth my tale as I began.</l>
                     <l>¶Whan that Arcite to Thebes comen was,</l>
                     <l>Ful oft a day he ſwelt and ſaid alas,</l>
                     <l>For ſene his lady ſhall he neuer mo,</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly to conclude all his wo</l>
                     <l>So mikell ſorrow made neuer creature,</l>
                     <l>That is or ſhal be, while the world may dure,</l>
                     <l>His ſlepe, his meat, his drinke is him byraft,</l>
                     <l>That leane he waxeth, and drie as a ſhaft,</l>
                     <l>His eyen hollow, and griſly to behold,</l>
                     <l>His hew pale, and fallow as aſhen cold,</l>
                     <l>And ſolitary he was, and ever alone,</l>
                     <l>And wailing all the night, making mone,</l>
                     <l>And if he heard ſong or inſtrument,</l>
                     <l>Then would he wepe, he might not ſtent</l>
                     <l>So feble were his ſpirits, and ſo low</l>
                     <l>And changed ſo, that no man coud him know</l>
                     <l>His ſpeech ne his voice, though men it herd</l>
                     <l>As in his gyre, for all the world it ferd</l>
                     <l>Nought comly like to louers malady</l>
                     <l>Of Eros, but rather like manie</l>
                     <l>Engendred of humours melancolike</l>
                     <l>Beforne his fell fantaſtike</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly was turned all vp ſo doun</l>
                     <l>Both habit and diſpoſicioun</l>
                     <l>Of him, this wofull louer Arcite,</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I all day his wo endite?</l>
                     <l>Whan he endured had a yere or two</l>
                     <l>This cruell torment, and this paine and wo</l>
                     <l>At Thebes, in his countre, as I ſaid,</l>
                     <l>Vpon a night in ſlepe as he him laid,</l>
                     <l>Him thought how that the winged Mercury</l>
                     <l>Beforne him ſtood, aud bad him be mery,</l>
                     <l>His ſlepy yerd in hand he bare vpright,</l>
                     <l>An hat he weered vpon his hairs bright</l>
                     <l>Irayed was this god, as he toke kepe</l>
                     <l>As he was when Argus tooke his ſlepe,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid him thus: to Athens ſhali thou wend</l>
                     <l>There is the ſhapen of thy woe and end.</l>
                     <l>And with that word Arcite awoke and ſtert,</l>
                     <l>Now truly how ſore that ever me ſmert</l>
                     <l>Quod he, to Athens right now wol I fare,</l>
                     <l>Ne for no drede of death ſhall I ſpare</l>
                     <l>To ſee my ladie, that I loue and ſerve,</l>
                     <l>In her preſence recke I not to ſterve.</l>
                     <l>And with that word he caught a gret mirrour</l>
                     <l>And ſaw that chaunged was all his colour,</l>
                     <l>And ſaw his viſage all in another kind,</l>
                     <l>And right anon it ran him in his mind,</l>
                     <l>That ſith his face was ſo diſfigured</l>
                     <l>Of malady, the which he had indured,</l>
                     <l>He might well, if that he bare him low,</l>
                     <l>Live in Athens evermore unknow,</l>
                     <l>And ſene his ladie welnigh day by day,</l>
                     <l>And right anon he chaunged his aray,</l>
                     <l>And clad him as a poore labourer,</l>
                     <l>And all alone, ſaue only a ſquier</l>
                     <l>That knew his privitie and all his caas,</l>
                     <l>Which was diſguiſed poorly as he was.</l>
                     <l>To Athens is he gone the next way,</l>
                     <l>And to the court he went vpon a day,</l>
                     <l>And at the gate he profered his ſervice</l>
                     <l>To drugge &amp; draw, what men would deuiſe:</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly of this matter for to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>He fell in office with a chamberlaine</l>
                     <l>The which was dwelling with Emelie,</l>
                     <l>For he was wiſe, and ſoone couth eſpie</l>
                     <l>Of euery ſeruaunt, which that ſerued here,</l>
                     <l>Well couth he hewen wood, and water bere,</l>
                     <l>For he was yong and mightie for the nones,</l>
                     <l>And thereto he was ſtrong and big of bones</l>
                     <l>To done that any wight gan him deuiſe;</l>
                     <l>A yere or two he was in this ſervice</l>
                     <l>Page of the chamber of Emelie the bright,</l>
                     <l>And Philoſtrate he ſaid that he hight.</l>
                     <l>But halfe ſo wel beloued man as he</l>
                     <l>Ne was there none in court of his degre,</l>
                     <l>He was ſo gentill of conditioun,</l>
                     <l>That through all the court was his renown,</l>
                     <l>The ſaid it were a charitie</l>
                     <l>That Theſeus would enhauneen his degre,</l>
                     <l>And put him in a worſhipfull ſeruice</l>
                     <l>There as he might his vertue exerciſe:</l>
                     <l>And thus within a while his name is ſprong</l>
                     <l>Both of his deeds, and of his good tong,</l>
                     <l>That Theſeus hath taken him ſo nere</l>
                     <l>That of his chamber he made him ſquier,</l>
                     <l>And yaue him gold to maintaine his degre,</l>
                     <l>And eke men brought him out of his countre</l>
                     <l>Fro yere to yere full prively his rent,</l>
                     <l>But honeſtly and ſlyly he it ſpent,</l>
                     <l>That no man wonderd how he it had,</l>
                     <l>And three yere in this wiſe his life he lad,</l>
                     <l>And bare him ſo in peace and eke in wer</l>
                     <l>That there nas man that Theſeus durſt der;</l>
                     <l>And in this bliſſe let I now Arcite,</l>
                     <l>And ſpeake I woll of Palamon alite:</l>
                     <l>In darkeneſſe horrible and ſtrong priſon</l>
                     <l>This ſeven yere hath ſitten this Palamon</l>
                     <l>Forpined, what for woe and diſtreſſe</l>
                     <l>Who feeleth double ſore and heuineſſe:</l>
                     <l>But Palamon, that loue diſtraineth ſo,</l>
                     <l>That wood out of his wit he goeth for wo,</l>
                     <l>And eke thereto he is a priſonere</l>
                     <l>Perpetuell, and not onely for a yere.</l>
                     <l>Who coud rime in Engliſh properly</l>
                     <l>His martirdome? forſooth it am not I,</l>
                     <l>Therefore I paſſe as lightly as I may.</l>
                     <l>It befell that in the ſeuenth yere in May,</l>
                     <l>The third night, as old bookes us ſaine</l>
                     <l>(That all this ſtorie tellen more plaine)</l>
                     <l>Were it by aduenture or by deſtine</l>
                     <l>As when a thing is ſhapen, it ſhal be,</l>
                     <l>That ſoone after midnight, Palamon</l>
                     <l>By helping of a friend brake his priſon,</l>
                     <l>And fleeth the citie as faſt as he may go,</l>
                     <l>For he had yeuen the gailer drinke ſo</l>
                     <l>Of a clarrie, made of certaine wine,</l>
                     <l>With Narcotiſe and Opie, of Thebes fine,</l>
                     <l>That all the night though men would him ſhake</l>
                     <l>The gailer ſlept, he nught not awake;</l>
                     <l>And thus he fleeth as faſt as he may,</l>
                     <l>The night was ſhort, and faſt by the day,</l>
                     <l>That needs coſt he mote himſelfe hide,</l>
                     <l>And to a grove that was faſt there beſide</l>
                     <l>With dreadfull foot then ſtalketh Palamon,</l>
                     <l>For ſhortly this was his opinion,</l>
                     <l>
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That in the grove he would him hide all day,</l>
                     <l>And in the night then would he take his way</l>
                     <l>To Thebes ward, his friends for to prie</l>
                     <l>On Theſeus to help him to warrie:</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly, either he would leſe his life</l>
                     <l>Or win Emelie unto his wife,</l>
                     <l>This is the effect, and his intent plaine.</l>
                     <l>Now will I turne to Arcite againe,</l>
                     <l>That little wiſt how nie was his care</l>
                     <l>Til that fortune had brought him in her ſnare,</l>
                     <l>The merrie Larke, meſſenger of the day,</l>
                     <l>Saleweth in her ſong the morrow gray,</l>
                     <l>And fierie Phebus riſeth up ſo bright,</l>
                     <l>That all the oriſont laugheth of the ſight,</l>
                     <l>And with his ſtremes, drieth in the greues</l>
                     <l>The ſiluer drops hanging in the leues.</l>
                     <l>And Arcite, that in the court riall</l>
                     <l>With Theſeus is ſquire principall,</l>
                     <l>Is riſen, and looketh on the merrie day</l>
                     <l>And for to doen his obſeruaunces to May,</l>
                     <l>Remembring on the point of his deſire</l>
                     <l>He on his courſer, ſtartling as the fire</l>
                     <l>Is riden into the fieldes him to pley</l>
                     <l>Out of the court, were it a mile or twey,</l>
                     <l>And to the groue of which I you told</l>
                     <l>By aduenture, his way he gan hold</l>
                     <l>To maken him a garlond of the greves</l>
                     <l>Were it of Woodbind or Hauthorn leves,</l>
                     <l>And loud he ſong ayenſt the Sonne ſhene,</l>
                     <l>May, with all thy floures and thy grene,</l>
                     <l>Welcome be thou (ſaid he) faire freſh May,</l>
                     <l>I hope that I ſome greene thing get may:</l>
                     <l>And from his courſer, with a luſty hert</l>
                     <l>Into the groue full haſtily he ſtert,</l>
                     <l>And in a path he romed vp and doun</l>
                     <l>There, as by aduenture this Palamon</l>
                     <l>Was in a buſh, that no man might him ſe,</l>
                     <l>For ſore afraied of his death was he;</l>
                     <l>Nothing ne knew he that it was Arcite,</l>
                     <l>God wot he would have trowed that full lite.</l>
                     <l>But ſooth is ſaid, gone ſithen are many yeres</l>
                     <l>* That field hath iyen, &amp; the wood hath eres,</l>
                     <l>* It is full fair a man to bear him euin</l>
                     <l>For all day men mete at vnſet ſteuin</l>
                     <l>Full little wote Arcite of this felaw</l>
                     <l>That was ſo nigh to hearken of his ſaw,</l>
                     <l>For in the buſh ſitteth he now full ſtill.</l>
                     <l>When that Arcite had romed all his fill,</l>
                     <l>And ſongen all the roundell luſtily,</l>
                     <l>Into a ſtudie he fell ſodenly,</l>
                     <l>As doen theſe louers in their queint gires,</l>
                     <l>Now in the crop, and now doun in the brires</l>
                     <l>Now vp now doune, as boket in a well,</l>
                     <l>Right as the Friday, ſoothly for to tell</l>
                     <l>Now it raineth, now it ſhineth faſt,</l>
                     <l>Right ſo gan gerie Venus ouercaſt</l>
                     <l>The hearts of here folke, right as her day</l>
                     <l>Is gerifull, right ſo chaungeth ſhe aray,</l>
                     <l>Selde is the Friday all the weeke ilike,</l>
                     <l>When that Arcite had ſong, he gan to like</l>
                     <l>And ſet him doune withouten any more:</l>
                     <l>Alas (qd. he) the day that I was bore,</l>
                     <l>Now long Iuno through thy crueltee</l>
                     <l>Wilt thou warren Thebes the citee?</l>
                     <l>Alas ybrought is to confuſion</l>
                     <l>The bloodriall of Cadmus and Amphion.</l>
                     <l>Of Cadmus, I ſay, which was the firſt man</l>
                     <l>That Thebes built, or firſt the toune began,</l>
                     <l>And of the citie firſt was crowned king:</l>
                     <l>Of his linage am I, and of his ſpring</l>
                     <l>By very line, as of the ſtocke riall:</l>
                     <l>And now I am ſo caitife and ſo thrall,</l>
                     <l>That he that is my mortall enemie</l>
                     <l>I mought ſerue him as his ſquire poorely.</l>
                     <l>And yet doeth me Iuno well more ſhame,</l>
                     <l>For I dare not be know mine owne name,</l>
                     <l>But there as I was wont to hight Arcite,</l>
                     <l>Now hight I Philoſtrat, not worth a mite.</l>
                     <l>Alas thou fell Mars, alas thou Iuno,</l>
                     <l>Thus hath your ire our linage all fordo</l>
                     <l>Save onely me, and wretched Palamon,</l>
                     <l>That Theſeus martireth in priſon:</l>
                     <l>And ouer all this, to ſlean me vtterly</l>
                     <l>Loue hath his fierie dart ſo brenningly</l>
                     <l>I ſticked thorough my true carefull hert,</l>
                     <l>That ſhapen was my death erſt my ſhert.</l>
                     <l>Ye ſlean me with your eyen Emelie,</l>
                     <l>Ye been the cauſe wherefore that I die.</l>
                     <l>Of all the remnaunt of mine other care</l>
                     <l>Ne ſet I not the mountaunce of a Tare,</l>
                     <l>So that I coud do ought to your pleaſaunce.</l>
                     <l>And with that word he fell doun in a traunce</l>
                     <l>A long time, and afterward he vp ſtert.</l>
                     <l>This Palamon thought that thro his hert</l>
                     <l>He felt a cold ſword ſodenly glide:</l>
                     <l>For ire he quoke, no lenger would he bide.</l>
                     <l>And when that he had heard Arcites tale,</l>
                     <l>As he were wood, with face dead and pale,</l>
                     <l>He ſtert him vp out of the buſhes thicke,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid: Arcite thou falſe traitour wicke</l>
                     <l>Now art thou hent, that loveſt my ladie ſo</l>
                     <l>For whom that I have this pain and wo,</l>
                     <l>And art my blood, and to my counſell ſworn</l>
                     <l>As I have full oft told thee here beforn,</l>
                     <l>And haſt beyaped here duke Theſeus,</l>
                     <l>And falſely haſt chaunged thy name thus;</l>
                     <l>I will be dedde, or els thou ſhalt die,</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhalt not loue my ladie Emelie,</l>
                     <l>But I will loue her only, and no mo,</l>
                     <l>For I am Palamon thy mortall fo;</l>
                     <l>Though that I have no weapon in this place,</l>
                     <l>But out of priſon am aſtert by grace,</l>
                     <l>I dred nat, that either thou ſhalt die</l>
                     <l>Or thou ne ſhalt nat louen Emelie,</l>
                     <l>Theſe which thou wilt, or thou ſhalt not affert.</l>
                     <l>This Arcite, with full diſpitous hert</l>
                     <l>When he hym knew, and had his tale heard,</l>
                     <l>As fers as a Lion, pulled out his ſwerd</l>
                     <l>And ſaied: By God that ſitteth aboue</l>
                     <l>Ne wer that thou art ſick, and wood for love,</l>
                     <l>And eke that thou no weapen haſt in this place</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhouldeſt never out of this grove pace,</l>
                     <l>That thou ne ſhouldeſt dien of mine hond,</l>
                     <l>For I defie the ſuertie and the bond</l>
                     <l>Which that thou ſaiſt that I have made to thee,</l>
                     <l>What very fool, think well that love is free,</l>
                     <l>And I will love her maugre all thy might,</l>
                     <l>But foraſmoche as thou art a Knight,</l>
                     <l>And wilneſt to daren here by battaile,</l>
                     <l>Have here my truth, to morow I will not fail</l>
                     <l>Without witting of any other wight,</l>
                     <l>That here I will be founden as a knight,</l>
                     <l>
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And bringen harneis, right inough for thee,</l>
                     <l>And cheſe the beſt, and leave the worſt for me,</l>
                     <l>And meat and drinke this night will I bring</l>
                     <l>Ynough for thee, and clothes for thy bedding,</l>
                     <l>And if ſo be that thou my ladie win</l>
                     <l>And ſlea me in this wodde, there I am in,</l>
                     <l>Thou maieſt well haue thy ladie as for me,</l>
                     <l>This Palamon anſwered, I grant it thee.</l>
                     <l>And thus they been departed till a morow</l>
                     <l>When ech of hem had laid his faith to borow,</l>
                     <l>O Cupide out of all charitee</l>
                     <l>Oreigne, that wouldeſt haue no felow with thee</l>
                     <l>Full ſoth is ſaied, that loue ne lordſhip</l>
                     <l>Woll nat his thankes haue any fellowſhip</l>
                     <l>We find that of Arcite and Palamon,</l>
                     <l>Arcite is ridden anon into the toun,</l>
                     <l>And on the morow or it were day light</l>
                     <l>Full priuely two harneis had he dight</l>
                     <l>Both ſufficient and mete to darreigne</l>
                     <l>The battail in the field betwixt hem tweine</l>
                     <l>And on his horſe, alone as he was borne</l>
                     <l>He carrieth all his harneis him beforne,</l>
                     <l>And in the groue, at time and place iſet</l>
                     <l>That Arcite and this Palamon been met,</l>
                     <l>To changen gan the colour in her face</l>
                     <l>Right as the hunter in the reigne of Trace</l>
                     <l>That ſtandeth at a gappe, with a ſpeare</l>
                     <l>When hunted is the Lion or the Beare</l>
                     <l>And hereth him ruſhing in the leues</l>
                     <l>And breaketh the boughs in the greues</l>
                     <l>And thinketh, here cometh my mortal enemy</l>
                     <l>Without faile, he muſt be dedde or I</l>
                     <l>For either I mote ſlea him at the gap</l>
                     <l>Or he mote ſlea me, if me miſhap</l>
                     <l>So ferden they, in chaunging of her hew</l>
                     <l>As farre as euerich of other knew</l>
                     <l>There nas no good day, ne no ſaluing</l>
                     <l>But ſtreight, without word or rehearſing</l>
                     <l>Eueriche of hem helped for to arme other</l>
                     <l>As friendly, as he were his owne brother</l>
                     <l>And after that, with ſharp ſpeares ſtrong</l>
                     <l>They foinen ech at other wonder long</l>
                     <l>Thou mighteſt wenen, that this Palamon</l>
                     <l>In his fighting, were a wood Lion</l>
                     <l>And as a cruell Tigre was Arcite</l>
                     <l>As wild Bores gan they fight and ſmite</l>
                     <l>That frothen white as ſome for ixe wood</l>
                     <l>Vp to the ancle foughten they in her blood</l>
                     <l>And in this wiſe, I let hem fighting dwell</l>
                     <l>As forth I woll of Theſeus you tell.</l>
                     <l>The deſtinie and the miniſter generall</l>
                     <l>That executeth in the world ouer all</l>
                     <l>The purveiance, that God hath ſaid beforne</l>
                     <l>So ſtrong it is, that though the world had ſworne</l>
                     <l>The contrary of thing by ye &amp; nay,</l>
                     <l>Yet ſometime it ſhall fall on a day</l>
                     <l>That fell never yet in a thouſand yere,</l>
                     <l>For certainly our appetites here,</l>
                     <l>Be it of warre peace hate or loue,</l>
                     <l>All is ruled by the ſight aboue,</l>
                     <l>This meane I now by mightie Theſeus,</l>
                     <l>That for to hunt is ſo deſirous,</l>
                     <l>And namely at the great Hart in May,</l>
                     <l>That in his bed there daweth him day,</l>
                     <l>That he nis clad, and ready for to ride</l>
                     <l>With hunt and horne, and hounds him beſide,</l>
                     <l>For in his hunting hath he ſoch delite,</l>
                     <l>That it is all his ioy and appetite</l>
                     <l>To been himſelfe great Harts bane,</l>
                     <l>For after Mars, he ſerueth now Diane.</l>
                     <l>Clere was the day, as I haue told or this,</l>
                     <l>And Theſeus, with all ioy and bliſs,</l>
                     <l>With his Ipolita, the faire quene,</l>
                     <l>And Emelie iclothed all in greene,</l>
                     <l>An hunting been they ridden rially,</l>
                     <l>And to the groue, that ſtood there faſt by</l>
                     <l>In which ther was an Hart as men him told,</l>
                     <l>Duke Theſeus the ſtreight way hath hold,</l>
                     <l>And to the land he rideth him full right,</l>
                     <l>For thither was the hart wont to haue his flight,</l>
                     <l>And ouer a brook, &amp; ſo forth his wey,</l>
                     <l>This duke woll haue a courſe at him or twey</l>
                     <l>With hounds, ſoch as him liſt commaund,</l>
                     <l>And when the duke was comeninto the laund</l>
                     <l>Vnder the ſonne he looked, and that anon</l>
                     <l>He was warre of Arcite and Palamon</l>
                     <l>That foughten breme, as it were bulles two,</l>
                     <l>The bright ſwords wenten to and fro</l>
                     <l>So hidiouſly, that with the leſt ſtroke</l>
                     <l>It ſemed that it would have fellen an oke,</l>
                     <l>But what they weren, nothing he ne wote,</l>
                     <l>This duke with his ſpors his courſer ſmote,</l>
                     <l>And at ſtart he was betwixt hem two,</l>
                     <l>And pulled out his ſword, and cried, ho</l>
                     <l>No more on paine of leſing your head</l>
                     <l>By mightie Mars, he ſhall anone be dead</l>
                     <l>That ſmiteth any ſtroke, that I may ſeen</l>
                     <l>But telleth me what miſter men ye been,</l>
                     <l>That been ſo hardie for to fighten here</l>
                     <l>Without iudge or other officere,</l>
                     <l>As though it were in liſtes rially?</l>
                     <l>This Palamon anſwered haſtily,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid: ſir, what nedeth words mo?</l>
                     <l>We haue the death deſerued both two</l>
                     <l>Two wofull wretches been we and caitiues</l>
                     <l>That been encombred of our own liues,</l>
                     <l>And as thou art a rightfull lord and iudge,</l>
                     <l>Ne yeue vs neither mercie ne refuge,</l>
                     <l>But ſlea me firſt, for ſaint charite,</l>
                     <l>But ſlea my fellow as well as me,</l>
                     <l>Or ſlea him firſt, for though thou know it lite</l>
                     <l>This is thy mortal foe, this is Arcite,</l>
                     <l>That fro thy ſand is baniſhed on his head,</l>
                     <l>For which he hath deſerved to be dead,</l>
                     <l>For this is he that came unto thy yate,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, that he hight Philoſtrate,</l>
                     <l>Thus hath he iaped full many a yere</l>
                     <l>And thou haſt made him thy chief ſquiere,</l>
                     <l>And this is he, that loveth Emelie.</l>
                     <l>For ſith the day is come that I ſhall die,</l>
                     <l>I make plainly my confeſſion,</l>
                     <l>That I am thilke wofull Palamon,</l>
                     <l>That hath thy priſon broke wickedly</l>
                     <l>I am thy mortall foe, and he am I</l>
                     <l>That loueth ſo hot Emelie the bright,</l>
                     <l>That I woll die here preſent in her ſight.</l>
                     <l>Wherefore I aſke death and my iewiſe,</l>
                     <l>But ſlea my fellow in the ſame wiſe,</l>
                     <l>For both we haue deſerved to be ſlaine.</l>
                     <l>This worthy duke anſwered anon againe</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, this is a ſhort concluſion,</l>
                     <l>Your owne mouth, by your owne confeſſion</l>
                     <l>
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Hath damned you, and I woll it record</l>
                     <l>It needeth not to pine you with a cord,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhall be dead by mighty Mars the redde.</l>
                     <l>The queene anon for very womanhedde</l>
                     <l>Gan for to weepe, and ſo did Emelie,</l>
                     <l>And all the ladies in the companie</l>
                     <l>Great pitie was it, as thought hem all,</l>
                     <l>That euer ſuch a chaunce ſhould befall.</l>
                     <l>For gentlemen they were of great eſtate,</l>
                     <l>And nothing but for loue was this debate,</l>
                     <l>And ſaw her bloudie wounds wide and ſore,</l>
                     <l>And all criden at once both leſſe and more,</l>
                     <l>Have mercie lord upon vs women all:</l>
                     <l>And on her bare knees adoune they fall,</l>
                     <l>And wold haue kiſt his feet there as he ſtood,</l>
                     <l>Till at the laſt, aſſaked was his mood:</l>
                     <l>* For pitie renneth ſoone in gentle hert</l>
                     <l>And though he at firſt for ire quoke and ſtert,</l>
                     <l>He hath conſidered ſhortly in a clauſe</l>
                     <l>The treſpaſſes of hem both, and eke the cauſe:</l>
                     <l>And although his ire her gilt accuſed,</l>
                     <l>Yet in his reaſon he hem both excuſed</l>
                     <l>* As thus: he thought well that euery man</l>
                     <l>Woll helpe himſelfe in loue all that he can,</l>
                     <l>And eke deliue<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> himſelfe out of priſon,</l>
                     <l>And eke his heart had compaſſion</l>
                     <l>Of women, for they weepen euer in one:</l>
                     <l>And in his gentle heart he thought anone,</l>
                     <l>And foft vnto himſelfe he ſaied: fie</l>
                     <l>* Vpon a lord that woll haue no mercie,</l>
                     <l>But be a Lion both in word and deed</l>
                     <l>To hem that been in repentaunce and dreed</l>
                     <l>As well as to a proud diſpitous man</l>
                     <l>That will maintaine that he firſt began.</l>
                     <l>* That lord hath little of diſcretion,</l>
                     <l>That in ſuch caſe can no diffinition:</l>
                     <l>But weigheth pride &amp; humbleneſſe after one.</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly, when his ire was thus agone,</l>
                     <l>He gan to looken vp with eyen light</l>
                     <l>And ſpake in place theſe words all on hight.</l>
                     <l>The God of loue, ah benedicite,</l>
                     <l>How mightie and how great a lord is he:</l>
                     <l>Againe his might there gaineth no obſtacles,</l>
                     <l>He may be cleaped a God for his miracles.</l>
                     <l>For he can maken at his owne giſe</l>
                     <l>Of everich hart, as him liſt deuiſe.</l>
                     <l>Lo here this Arcite, and this Palamon,</l>
                     <l>That quietly were out of my priſon gon,</l>
                     <l>And might haue liued in Thebes riaſly,</l>
                     <l>And knowne I am her mortall enemie,</l>
                     <l>And that her death is in my power alſo,</l>
                     <l>And yet hath loue, maugre her eyen two</l>
                     <l>I brought hem hither both for to die.</l>
                     <l>Now looketh, is not this a great follie?</l>
                     <l>* Who may be a foole, but if he loue?</l>
                     <l>Behold for Gods ſake that ſitteth aboue,</l>
                     <l>See how they bleed, be they not well araied?</l>
                     <l>Thus hath her lord, the god of loue hem paied</l>
                     <l>Her wages, and her fees for her ſeruice:</l>
                     <l>And yet they wenen to be full wiſe,</l>
                     <l>That ſerue loue, for ought that may befall.</l>
                     <l>But yet is this the beſt game of all,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe, <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                           <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                        </gap> whom they haue this iollite,</l>
                     <l>Con hem therefore as much thanke as me.</l>
                     <l>She wot no more of all his hote fare</l>
                     <l>By God, than wot a Cuckow or an Hare.</l>
                     <l>But all mote been aſſaied hot and cold,</l>
                     <l>A man mote been a foole other yong or old,</l>
                     <l>I wot it by my ſelfe full yore agone:</l>
                     <l>For in my time a ſeruant was I one.</l>
                     <l>And therefore ſith I know of loues paine,</l>
                     <l>I wot how ſore it can a man diſtraine,</l>
                     <l>As he that oft hath be caught in her iaas,</l>
                     <l>I you foryeue all wholly this treſpaas</l>
                     <l>At the requeſt of the queen that kneeleth here,</l>
                     <l>And eke of Emely, my ſiſter dere,</l>
                     <l>And ye ſhall both anon vnto me ſwere,</l>
                     <l>That ye ſhall neuer more my country dere,</l>
                     <l>Ne make warre vpon me night ne day,</l>
                     <l>But been my friends in all that ye may:</l>
                     <l>I you foryeue this treſpaſs every dele.</l>
                     <l>And they him ſware his aſking fair and wele,</l>
                     <l>And him of lordſhip and of mercie praid,</l>
                     <l>And he hem graunted grace, and thus he ſaid.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To ſpeake of worthie linage and richeſſe,</l>
                     <l>Though that ſhe were a queen or a princeſſe</l>
                     <l>Ilke of you both is worthie doubtleſſe</l>
                     <l>To wed when time is, but netheleſſe</l>
                     <l>I ſpeake, as for my ſiſter Emelie</l>
                     <l>For whom ye haue this ſtrife and ielouſie,</l>
                     <l>Ye wot your ſelfe, ſhe may not wed two</l>
                     <l>At ones, though ye fighten euermo:</l>
                     <l>But one of you, all be him loth or lefe,</l>
                     <l>He mot goe pipe in an Yuie leafe:</l>
                     <l>This is to ſay, ſhe may not haue both</l>
                     <l>Been ye neuer ſo iealous, ne ſo wroth.</l>
                     <l>And therefore I you put in this degre,</l>
                     <l>That each of you ſhall haue his deſtine</l>
                     <l>As him is ſhape, and hearken in what wiſe,</l>
                     <l>Lo here your end, of that I ſhall deuiſe.</l>
                     <l>My will is this, for plat concluſion</l>
                     <l>Without any replication</l>
                     <l>If that you liketh, take it for the beſt</l>
                     <l>That euerich of you ſhall goe where him leſt</l>
                     <l>Freely without ranſome or daungere</l>
                     <l>And this day fiftie weekes, ferre ne nere</l>
                     <l>Euerich of you ſhall bring an C. knights</l>
                     <l>Armed for the liſts upon all rights</l>
                     <l>Alredy to darrein here by battaile</l>
                     <l>And this behote I you withouten faile</l>
                     <l>Vpon my truth, as I am true knight</l>
                     <l>That whether of you both hath that might</l>
                     <l>That is to ſay, that whether he or thou</l>
                     <l>May with his hundred, as I ſpake of now,</l>
                     <l>Slea his contrary, or out of liſts driue</l>
                     <l>Him ſhall I yeue Emely to wiue</l>
                     <l>To whom fortune yeueth ſo fair a grace.</l>
                     <l>The liſts ſhall I do make in this place</l>
                     <l>And God ſo wiſely on my ſoule rew</l>
                     <l>As I ſhall euen iudge be, and trew.</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhall none other end with me make</l>
                     <l>That one of you ſhall be dedde or take</l>
                     <l>And ye thinken this is well iſaid</l>
                     <l>Saith your aduiſe, and hold you well apaid</l>
                     <l>This is your end, and your concluſion.</l>
                     <l>Who looketh lightly now but Palamon?</l>
                     <l>Who ſpringeth up for ioy but Arcite?</l>
                     <l>Who could tell, or who could rightly endite</l>
                     <l>The great ioy that is made in this place</l>
                     <l>When Theſeus had done ſo fair a grace?</l>
                     <l>
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But doun on knees went euery maner wight</l>
                     <l>And thanked him with all her hert and might</l>
                     <l>And namely theſe Thebanes full many a ſith</l>
                     <l>And thus with good hope and hert blith</l>
                     <l>They taken her leue, &amp; homward gan they ride</l>
                     <l>To Thebes ward, with his old wals wide.</l>
                     <l>I trow men would deme it negligence</l>
                     <l>If I foryetten to tell the diſpence</l>
                     <l>Of Thebes, that goeth buſely</l>
                     <l>To maken vp the liſts rially</l>
                     <l>To ſuch a noble Theatre, as it was</l>
                     <l>I dare well ſay, in all this world there nas</l>
                     <l>The circuit whereof a mile was about</l>
                     <l>Walled with ſtone, and diched all about</l>
                     <l>Round was the ſhape, in manner of a compas</l>
                     <l>Full of degrees, the hight of ſixtie paas</l>
                     <l>That when a man was ſet on one degree</l>
                     <l>He letted not his fellow for to ſee.</l>
                     <l>Eaſtward there ſtood a gate of marble white,</l>
                     <l>Weſtward right ſuch another in thoppoſite.</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly to conclude, ſuch a place</l>
                     <l>Was none in yearth, as in ſo little ſpace,</l>
                     <l>For in the lond there nas no crafts man</l>
                     <l>That Geometrie, or Arithmetike can</l>
                     <l>Ne purtreiture, ne caruer of Images</l>
                     <l>That Theſeus ne gaue him meat and wages</l>
                     <l>That Theatre to make and deuiſe</l>
                     <l>And for to do his Rite and Sacrifice</l>
                     <l>He Eaſtward hath upon the yate aboue</l>
                     <l>In worſhip of Venus, the Goddeſſe of loue,</l>
                     <l>Doe make an auter and an oratorie,</l>
                     <l>And on the Weſt ſide, in memorie</l>
                     <l>Of Mars he maked ſuch another</l>
                     <l>That coſt of gold largely a fother.</l>
                     <l>And Northward, in a turret in the wall</l>
                     <l>Of Alabaſter white and red Corall</l>
                     <l>An oratorie riche for to ſe</l>
                     <l>In worſhip of Diane the Goddes of chaſtite</l>
                     <l>Hath Theſeus doe wrought in noble wiſe.</l>
                     <l>But yet had I foryetten to deuiſe</l>
                     <l>The noble caruings and the purtreitures</l>
                     <l>The ſhape, the countenaunce and the figures</l>
                     <l>That were in the oratories three,</l>
                     <l>Firſt in the temple of Venus thou maieſt ſee</l>
                     <l>Wrought on the wall, full pitouſly to behold</l>
                     <l>The broken ſleepes, and the ſighs cold</l>
                     <l>The ſalt teares, and the weimenting</l>
                     <l>The fire ſtrokes, and the deſiring</l>
                     <l>That loues ſeruants in this life enduren</l>
                     <l>The othes, that her couenants aſſuren</l>
                     <l>Pleaſaunce and hope, deſire, foolehardineſſe</l>
                     <l>Beautie and youth, braudrie and richeſſe</l>
                     <l>Charmes and ſorcerie, leaſing and flatterie</l>
                     <l>Diſpence, buſineſſe, and ielouſie</l>
                     <l>That weared of yellow golds a garland</l>
                     <l>And a Cuckow ſitting on her hand.</l>
                     <l>Feaſts, inſtruments, carols, and daunces,</l>
                     <l>Iuſts and array, and all the circumſtaunces</l>
                     <l>Of loue, which I reken and reken ſhall</l>
                     <l>By order, were painted on the wall,</l>
                     <l>And mo than I can make of mencion</l>
                     <l>For ſothly all the mount of Citheron</l>
                     <l>Where Venus hath her principall dwelling</l>
                     <l>Was ſhewed on the wall in purtreing</l>
                     <l>With all the ioy, and the luſtineſſe</l>
                     <l>Nought was foryetten the portreſſe idleneſſe</l>
                     <l>Ne Narciſſus the faire of yore agon</l>
                     <l>Ne yet the follie of king Salomon</l>
                     <l>Ne yet the great ſtrength of Hercules</l>
                     <l>Thenchauntment of Medea and Circes</l>
                     <l>Ne of Turnus, with his hardie corage</l>
                     <l>The rich Creſus caitife in ſeruage</l>
                     <l>* Thus may you ſeen, that wiſdome ne richeſſe</l>
                     <l>Beautie ne ſlight, ſtrength ne hardineſſe</l>
                     <l>Ne may with Venus hold champartie</l>
                     <l>For as her liſt the world may ſhe gie,</l>
                     <l>Lo, all theſe folke ſo cought were in her laas</l>
                     <l>Till they for wo full oft ſaid alas</l>
                     <l>Sufficeth here one example or two</l>
                     <l>And though I coud reken a thouſand mo.</l>
                     <l>The ſtatue of Venus glorious to ſee</l>
                     <l>Was maked fleeting in the large ſee</l>
                     <l>And fro the nauell doune all couered was</l>
                     <l>With waues grene, and bright as any glas</l>
                     <l>A citriole in her right hand had ſhee</l>
                     <l>And on her hedde, full ſemely for to ſee</l>
                     <l>A roſe garland freſh and well ſmelling</l>
                     <l>Aboue her hedde Doues flittering</l>
                     <l>Before her ſtood her ſonne Cupido</l>
                     <l>Vpon his ſhoulders wings had he two</l>
                     <l>And blind he was, as it is oft ſene</l>
                     <l>A bow he had and arrowes bright and kene</l>
                     <l>Why ſhould I not as well tellen all</l>
                     <l>The purgatory that was thereabout ouer all</l>
                     <l>Within the temple of mightie Mars the rede</l>
                     <l>All painted was the wall in length and brede</l>
                     <l>Like to the Eſtris of the griſly place,</l>
                     <l>That hight the great temple of Mars in Thrace,</l>
                     <l>In thilke cold and froſtie region,</l>
                     <l>There Mars hath his ſoueraine mancion.</l>
                     <l>Firſt on the wall was painted a forreſt,</l>
                     <l>In which there wonneth nother man ne beaſt</l>
                     <l>With knottie and knarie barrein trees old</l>
                     <l>Of ſtubs ſharpe and hidious to behold:</l>
                     <l>In which there was a romble and a ſwough</l>
                     <l>As though a ſtorme ſhould break euery bough</l>
                     <l>And downward from an hill vnder a bent,</l>
                     <l>There ſtood the temple of Mars armipotent</l>
                     <l>Wrought all of burned ſtele, of which thentre</l>
                     <l>Was long and ſtreight, and gaſtly for to ſee,</l>
                     <l>And thereout came ſuch a rage and a viſe,</l>
                     <l>That it made all the gates for to riſe.</l>
                     <l>The Northern light in at the dores ſhone,</l>
                     <l>For window on the wall was there none,</l>
                     <l>Throgh which men might any light diſcerne.</l>
                     <l>The dores were all of Athamant eterne</l>
                     <l>Y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>lenched ouerthwart and head long</l>
                     <l>With yron tough, for to maken it ſtrong.</l>
                     <l>Every piller, the temple to ſuſteine</l>
                     <l>Was tonne great, of yron bright and ſhene.</l>
                     <l>There ſaw I firſt the dark imagining</l>
                     <l>Of fellonie, and eke the compaſſing:</l>
                     <l>The cruell ire, red as any glede,</l>
                     <l>The pickpurſe alſo, and eke the pale drede,</l>
                     <l>The ſmiler, with the knife under the cloke,</l>
                     <l>The ſhepen brenning with the blacke ſmoke</l>
                     <l>The treaſon of the murdring in the bed,</l>
                     <l>The open war, with wounds all be bled.</l>
                     <l>Conteke with bloody kniues, &amp; ſharp manace</l>
                     <l>All full of chirking was that ſorrie place.</l>
                     <l>The ſleer of himſelfe yet ſaw I there,</l>
                     <l>His heart blood hath bathed all his here:</l>
                     <l>
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The naile ydriuen in the ſhode on hight,</l>
                     <l>with cold death, with mouth gaping vpright.</l>
                     <l>Amids of the temple ſate Miſchaunce</l>
                     <l>With diſcomfort and ſorrie Countenaunce:</l>
                     <l>Yet ſaw I Woodneſſe laughing in his rage</l>
                     <l>Armed complaint, theft, and fierce courage,</l>
                     <l>The carraine in the buſh, with throte ycorue</l>
                     <l>A thouſand ſlaine, and not of qualme iſtorue.</l>
                     <l>The tirant, with the prey by force iraft,</l>
                     <l>The toune deſtroied, there was nothing ilaft.</l>
                     <l>Yet ſaw I brent the ſhips hoppeſteres,</l>
                     <l>The hunter iſtrangled with the wild beres:</l>
                     <l>The Sow fretting the child in cradle,</l>
                     <l>* The Cooke iſcalded, for all his long ladle.</l>
                     <l>Nought was foryeten the infortune of Mart,</l>
                     <l>The carter ouerridden by his owne cart,</l>
                     <l>Vnder the wheele, full low he lay adoun.</l>
                     <l>There were alſo of Marts deviſion,</l>
                     <l>The Barbour, the Botcher, and the Smith,</l>
                     <l>That forgeth ſharpe ſwords on the ſtith.</l>
                     <l>And all aboue depainted in a tour</l>
                     <l>Saw I Conqueſt, ſitting in great honour</l>
                     <l>With the ſharpe ſword right ouer his head</l>
                     <l>Hanging by a ſubtill twined thread.</l>
                     <l>Depainted was there the ſlaughter of Iulius,</l>
                     <l>Of great Nero, and of Antonius:</l>
                     <l>All be that thilke time they were unborne,</l>
                     <l>Yet was her death depainted there beforne</l>
                     <l>By manacing of Mars, right by figure,</l>
                     <l>So was it ſhewed on that portreiture</l>
                     <l>As is depainted in the ſtarres aboue,</l>
                     <l>Who ſhall be dead or els ſlaine for loue.</l>
                     <l>Sufficeth one enſample in ſtories old,</l>
                     <l>I may not reken them all, though I would.</l>
                     <l>The ſtatue of Mars vpon a cart ſtood</l>
                     <l>Armed, and looked grim as he were wood,</l>
                     <l>And ouer his head there ſhinen two figures</l>
                     <l>Of ſtarres, that been cleaped in ſcriptures,</l>
                     <l>That one (Puella) hight, that other (Rubeus)</l>
                     <l>This god of armes was araied thus:</l>
                     <l>A wolfe there ſtood beforne him at his fete</l>
                     <l>With eyen red, and of a man he ete:</l>
                     <l>With ſubtill penſill was painted this ſtorie</l>
                     <l>In redouting of Mars and of his glorie.</l>
                     <l>Now to the temple of Diane the chaſt</l>
                     <l>As ſhortly as I can I woll me haſt,</l>
                     <l>To tell you all the diſcriptioun:</l>
                     <l>Depainted been the wals vp and doun</l>
                     <l>Of hunting and of ſhamefaſt chaſtite:</l>
                     <l>There ſaw I how wofull Caliſtope,</l>
                     <l>When that Diane greeued was with her,</l>
                     <l>Was turned fro a woman to a bere,</l>
                     <l>And afterward was ſhe made the loadſterre:</l>
                     <l>Thus was it painted, I can ſay no ferre,</l>
                     <l>Her ſonne is eke a ſtarre as men may ſee.</l>
                     <l>There ſaw I Dane turned vnto a tree,</l>
                     <l>I meane not the goddeſſe Diane,</l>
                     <l>But Venus daughter, which that hight Dane</l>
                     <l>There ſaw I Acteon an Hert ymaked</l>
                     <l>For vengeance that he ſaw Diane all naked:</l>
                     <l>I ſaw how that his hounds haue him cought,</l>
                     <l>And freten him, for they knew him nought.</l>
                     <l>Yet painted was a little furthermore,</l>
                     <l>How Athalant hunted the wild Bore,</l>
                     <l>And Mellager, and many other mo,</l>
                     <l>For which Diane wrought him care and wo.</l>
                     <l>There ſaw I many another wonder ſtorie,</l>
                     <l>Which me liſt not to draw in memorie.</l>
                     <l>This goddeſſe full well vpon an Hart ſete,</l>
                     <l>With ſmall hounds all abouten her fete,</l>
                     <l>And vnderneath her feet ſhe had a Moone,</l>
                     <l>Wexing it was, and yet ſhould wane ſoone.</l>
                     <l>In gaudie greene her ſtatue clothed was,</l>
                     <l>With bow in hand, and arrowes in caas.</l>
                     <l>Her iyen aye ſhe caſt full low adoun</l>
                     <l>There Pluto hath his darke regioun.</l>
                     <l>A woman trauelling was her before,</l>
                     <l>But for her child ſo long was vnbore,</l>
                     <l>Full pitouſly Lucina gan ſhe call,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid helpe, for thou maieſt beſt of all.</l>
                     <l>Well coud he paint liuely that it wrought,</l>
                     <l>With many a florein he the hewes bought.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now been theſe liſts made, and Theſeus</l>
                     <l>That at his great coſt hath arayed thus</l>
                     <l>The temples, and the theatre eueridele,</l>
                     <l>When it was done, it him liked wonder wele.</l>
                     <l>But ſtint I woll of Theſeus alite,</l>
                     <l>And ſpeake of Palamon and of Arcite.</l>
                     <l>The day approcheth of her returning,</l>
                     <l>That euerich ſhould an C. knights bring,</l>
                     <l>The battaile to darreine, as I you told,</l>
                     <l>And to Athens her couenants to hold,</l>
                     <l>Hath euerich of hem brought an C. knights</l>
                     <l>Well armed for the warre at all rights:</l>
                     <l>And ſikerly, there trowed many a man</l>
                     <l>That never ſithens the world began,</l>
                     <l>As for to ſpeak of knighthood of her hond,</l>
                     <l>As farre as God hath made ſea or lond,</l>
                     <l>Nas of ſo few, ſo noble a company:</l>
                     <l>For every wight that loued chiualry,</l>
                     <l>And would his thankes haue a paſſing name</l>
                     <l>Hath praied, that he might be of that game,</l>
                     <l>And well was him, that thereto choſen was:</l>
                     <l>For if there fell to morrow ſuch a caas,</l>
                     <l>Ye know well, that euery luſty knight,</l>
                     <l>That loueth paramours, and hath his might</l>
                     <l>Were it in England, or were it elſewhere,</l>
                     <l>They would all full faine willen to be there.</l>
                     <l>* To fight for a lady, ah, benedicite,</l>
                     <l>It were a luſtie ſight for men to ſe.</l>
                     <l>And right ſo farden they with Palamon,</l>
                     <l>With him there went knights many on:</l>
                     <l>Some would been armed in an habergeon,</l>
                     <l>And in a breſt plate, with a light gippion,</l>
                     <l>And ſome would have a paire of plates large,</l>
                     <l>And ſome wold haue a pruce ſheld, ſom a <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>arge</l>
                     <l>Some would be armed on his legs wele,</l>
                     <l>And haue an axe, and ſome a mace of ſtele.</l>
                     <l>There nas none new giſe, that it nas old.</l>
                     <l>Armed were they, as I haue you told</l>
                     <l>Euerich after his opinion.</l>
                     <l>¶Ther maiſt thou ſe comming with Pala<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon</l>
                     <l>Ligurge himſelfe, the great king of Trace:</l>
                     <l>Blacke was his berd, &amp; manly was his face.</l>
                     <l>The ſercles of his iyen in his hed</l>
                     <l>They glouden betwixt yellow and red:</l>
                     <l>And like a Lion looked he about,</l>
                     <l>With kemped haires on his browes ſtout.</l>
                     <l>His lims great, his brawnes hard and ſtrong</l>
                     <l>His ſhoulders brode, his armes round &amp; long.</l>
                     <l>
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And as the guiſe was in his countre,</l>
                     <l>Full high upon a chaire of gold ſtood he,</l>
                     <l>With foure great white buls in the traſys.</l>
                     <l>Inſtead of a coat armour ouer his harnays</l>
                     <l>With nailes yellow, and bright as any gold</l>
                     <l>He hath a beares skin, cole blacke for old.</l>
                     <l>His long haire was kempt behind his backe,</l>
                     <l>As any ravens feather it ſhone for blacke.</l>
                     <l>A wreath of gold arme great, of huge weight</l>
                     <l>Vpon his head ſet full of ſtones bright</l>
                     <l>Of fine rubies and clere diamands.</l>
                     <l>About his chaire there went white allaunds</l>
                     <l>Twenty and mo, as grete as any ſtere</l>
                     <l>To hunten at the lion or the wild bere</l>
                     <l>And followed him, with moſell faſt ybound:</l>
                     <l>Collers of gold, and torrettes filed round.</l>
                     <l>An hundred lordes had he in his rout</l>
                     <l>Armed full well, with hearts ſterne and ſtout.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With Arcite, in ſtories as men do find,</l>
                     <l>The great Emetrius the King of Inde</l>
                     <l>Vpon a ſteed bay, trapped in ſtele,</l>
                     <l>Covered with a cloth of gold diapred wele,</l>
                     <l>Came riding like the god of armes Marce,</l>
                     <l>His coat armure was of cloth of Trace</l>
                     <l>Well couched with perle, white, round &amp; gret:</l>
                     <l>His ſaddle was of brent gold new ybet.</l>
                     <l>A mantle upon his ſhoulders hanging</l>
                     <l>Brette full of rubies, red as fire ſparkling.</l>
                     <l>His criſpe haire like rings was of yron,</l>
                     <l>And that was yellow, and glittering as the ſon.</l>
                     <l>His noſe was high, his eyen bright cytryn,</l>
                     <l>His lips ruddie, his colour was ſanguyn.</l>
                     <l>A few freckles, in his face yſpreint</l>
                     <l>Betwixt yellow, and ſomdele blacke ymeint,</l>
                     <l>And as a Lion he his eyen keſt</l>
                     <l>Of fiue and twenty yere his age I geſt:</l>
                     <l>His beard was well begun for to ſpring,</l>
                     <l>His voice was as a trumpet ſowning.</l>
                     <l>Vpon his head he weared of laurer greene</l>
                     <l>A garland freſh and luſtie for to ſeene.</l>
                     <l>Vpon his hand he bare for his delite</l>
                     <l>An Eagle tame, as any lilly white.</l>
                     <l>An hundred lords had he with him there,</l>
                     <l>All armed ſaue her heads in her gere,</l>
                     <l>And that full richely in all manner things.</l>
                     <l>For truſteth well, that earles, dukes, &amp; kings</l>
                     <l>Were gathered in this noble company</l>
                     <l>For loue, and for encreaſe of chiualry.</l>
                     <l>About this king there ran on euery part</l>
                     <l>Full many a rame Lion and Libart.</l>
                     <l>And in this wiſe, theſe lords all and ſome</l>
                     <l>Been on the ſunday to the citie come</l>
                     <l>About prime, and in the toune a light.</l>
                     <l>This Theſeꝰ, this duke, this worthy knight</l>
                     <l>When he had brought hem into his citee,</l>
                     <l>And inned hem, euerich after his degree,</l>
                     <l>He feaſted hem, and doth ſo great labour</l>
                     <l>To eaſen hem, and done hem all honour,</l>
                     <l>That yet men wenen that no mans wit</l>
                     <l>Of none eſtate coud ne amend it.</l>
                     <l>The minſtralcie, the ſeruice at the feaſt,</l>
                     <l>The great yefts alſo, to the moſt and leaſt,</l>
                     <l>The rich array, throughout Theſeus paleis,</l>
                     <l>Ne who ſat firſt ne laſt vpon the deys,</l>
                     <l>What ladies faireſt been or beſt dauncing,</l>
                     <l>Or which of hem can beſt daunce or ſing,</l>
                     <l>Ne who moſt feelingly ſpeaketh of loue,</l>
                     <l>Ne what haukes ſitten on perchen aboue,</l>
                     <l>Ne what hounds liggen on the flour a doun</l>
                     <l>Of all this now make I no mentioun:</l>
                     <l>But of the effect, that thinketh me the beſt,</l>
                     <l>Now cometh the point, harkeneth if you liſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The ſunday at night, or day gan to ſpring,</l>
                     <l>When Palamon the larke herd to ſing,</l>
                     <l>Although it were not day by hours two,</l>
                     <l>Yet ſong the larke, and Palamon right tho</l>
                     <l>With holy heart, and with an high corage</l>
                     <l>He roſe vp, to wenden on his pilgrimage</l>
                     <l>Vnto the bliſfull Cithera benigne,</l>
                     <l>I mean Venus, honourable and digne:</l>
                     <l>And in her houre, he walketh foorth apaas</l>
                     <l>Vnto the liſts, there as the temple was:</l>
                     <l>And doun he kneleth, and with humble chere</l>
                     <l>And hert full ſore, he ſaid as ye ſhall here.</l>
                     <l>¶Faireſt of faire: O lady mine Venus,</l>
                     <l>Doughter of Ioue, and ſpouſe to Vulcanus,</l>
                     <l>Thou glader of the mount of Citheron,</l>
                     <l>For thilke loue thou haddeſt to Adon,</l>
                     <l>Haue pity of my bitter teares ſmart,</l>
                     <l>And take my humble prayer at thine heart.</l>
                     <l>Alas, I ne haue no language to tell</l>
                     <l>The effect, ne the torment of mine hell:</l>
                     <l>Mine heart may not mine harmes bewray,</l>
                     <l>I am ſo confuſe, that I cannot ſay,</l>
                     <l>But mercy lady bright, that woſt wele</l>
                     <l>My thought, &amp; ſeeſt what harms that I fele:</l>
                     <l>Conſider all this, and rue vpon my ſore,</l>
                     <l>As wiſly as I ſhall for euermore</l>
                     <l>Enforce my might, thy true ſeruant to be,</l>
                     <l>And hold warre alway with chaſtite:</l>
                     <l>That make I mine auow, ſo ye me helpe.</l>
                     <l>I keepe not of armes, ſtill for to yelpe,</l>
                     <l>Ne aſke I to morrow to haue victory,</l>
                     <l>Ne renounce in this caſe, ne vaine glory</l>
                     <l>Of priſe of armes, to blowen vp and doun,</l>
                     <l>But would haue full poſſeſſioun</l>
                     <l>Of Emely, and die in her ſervice,</l>
                     <l>Find thou the maner how, and in what wiſe,</l>
                     <l>I retch it not, but it may better be</l>
                     <l>To haue victory of hem, or they of me,</l>
                     <l>So that I haue my lady in mine armes.</l>
                     <l>For though ſo be that Mars is god of Armes</l>
                     <l>Your Vertue is ſo great in heauen aboue,</l>
                     <l>That if you liſt, I ſhall well haue my loue.</l>
                     <l>Thy temple ſhall I worſhip euer mo,</l>
                     <l>And on thine aulter, where I ride or go</l>
                     <l>I woll done ſacrifice, and fires bete.</l>
                     <l>And if you woll not ſo, my lady ſwete,</l>
                     <l>Then pray I you, to morrow with a ſpear</l>
                     <l>That Arcite doe me through the heart beare:</l>
                     <l>Then reke I not when I haue loſt my life,</l>
                     <l>Though Arcite win her to his wife.</l>
                     <l>This is the effect and end of my prayere,</l>
                     <l>Yeue me my lady, thou bliſfull lady dere.</l>
                     <l>When the oriſon was done of Palamon,</l>
                     <l>His ſacrifice he did, and that anon</l>
                     <l>Full pitouſly, with all circumſtaunces,</l>
                     <l>All tell I not as now his obſeruaunces.</l>
                     <l>
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But at the laſt the ſtatue of Venus ſhoke,</l>
                     <l>And made a ſigne, whereby that he toke,</l>
                     <l>That his prayer accepted was that day,</l>
                     <l>For though the ſigne ſhewed a delay,</l>
                     <l>Yet wiſt he well that graunted was his bone,</l>
                     <l>&amp; with glad hart he went him home full ſone,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The third houre in equall that Palamon</l>
                     <l>Began to Venus temple for to gon,</l>
                     <l>Vp roſe the ſunne, and vp roſe Emelie,</l>
                     <l>And unto the temple of Diane gan hie:</l>
                     <l>Her maidens, the which thider were lad</l>
                     <l>Full readily with hem the fire they had,</l>
                     <l>The incenſe, the clothes, and the remnant all,</l>
                     <l>That to the ſacrifice longen ſhall:</l>
                     <l>The hornes full of meeth, as was the giſe,</l>
                     <l>There lacked nought to done her ſacrifiſe</l>
                     <l>Smoking the temple, full of clothes faire:</l>
                     <l>This Emely with heart debonaire</l>
                     <l>Her body wiſſhe with water of a well:</l>
                     <l>But how ſhe did right I dare not tell,</l>
                     <l>* But it be any thing in generall,</l>
                     <l>And yet it were a game to hear it all,</l>
                     <l>To him that meaneth wel it were no charge:</l>
                     <l>* But it is good a man be at his large.</l>
                     <l>Her bright haire vnkempt was, vntreſſed all,</l>
                     <l>A crown of a greene Oke vnſeriall</l>
                     <l>Vpon her head was ſet full faire and mete,</l>
                     <l>Two fires on the aulter gan ſhe bete,</l>
                     <l>And did her things, as men may behold</l>
                     <l>In Stace of Thebes, and theſe bookes old.</l>
                     <l>When kindled was the fire, with pitous chere</l>
                     <l>Vnto Diane ſhe ſpake as ye may here.</l>
                     <l>O chaſt goddeſſe of the woods greene,</l>
                     <l>To whom both heauen &amp; earth and ſee is ſene:</l>
                     <l>Queen of the reigne of Pluto, dark and low,</l>
                     <l>Goddeſs of maidens, that my hart hath know</l>
                     <l>Full many a yeare, and woſt what I deſire,</l>
                     <l>As keepe me fro the vengeance of thine ire,</l>
                     <l>That Acteon abought cruelly:</l>
                     <l>Chaſt goddeſſe, well woſt thou that I</l>
                     <l>Deſire to been a maid all my life,</l>
                     <l>Ne neuer woll I be loue ne wife.</l>
                     <l>I am (thou woſt well) of thy company</l>
                     <l>A maid, and loue hunting and venery,</l>
                     <l>And for to walken in the woods wild,</l>
                     <l>And not for to been a wife, &amp; been with child,</l>
                     <l>Nought will I know company of man,</l>
                     <l>Now helpe me lady ſith you may and can,</l>
                     <l>For the three formes that thou haſt in thee.</l>
                     <l>And Palamon, that hath ſuch a loue to me,</l>
                     <l>And eke Arcite, that loueth me ſo ſore,</l>
                     <l>This grace I pray thee withouten more,</l>
                     <l>As ſend loue and peace betwixt hem two:</l>
                     <l>And fro me turn away her hearts ſo,</l>
                     <l>That all her hote loue, and her deſire,</l>
                     <l>And all her buſie torment, and all her fire</l>
                     <l>Be queint, or turned in another place.</l>
                     <l>And if ſo be thou wolt not do me that grace</l>
                     <l>Or if any deſtiny be ſhapen ſo,</l>
                     <l>That I ſhall needs have one of hem two,</l>
                     <l>As ſend me him that moſt deſireth me.</l>
                     <l>Behold goddeſſe of cleane chaſtite</l>
                     <l>The bitter tears, that on my cheekes fall,</l>
                     <l>Since thou art a maid, and keeper of vs all,</l>
                     <l>My maidenhed thou keep and well conſerue,</l>
                     <l>And while I liue, a maiden woll I thee ſerue.</l>
                     <l>The fires bren vpon the aulter clere,</l>
                     <l>While Emely was thus in her prayere:</l>
                     <l>But ſodeinly ſhe ſaw a thing queint,</l>
                     <l>For right anon one of the fires queint,</l>
                     <l>And quicked againe, and after that anon</l>
                     <l>That other fire was queint, and all agon:</l>
                     <l>And as it queint, it made a whiſtling,</l>
                     <l>As done theſe wet bronds in her brenning.</l>
                     <l>And at the bronds end outran anone</l>
                     <l>As it were bloudy drops many one:</l>
                     <l>For which ſo ſore agaſt was Emely,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe was well nie mad, and gan to cry,</l>
                     <l>For ſhe ne wiſt what it ſignified,</l>
                     <l>But onely for the feare thus ſhe cried,</l>
                     <l>And wept, that it was pity for to heare.</l>
                     <l>And therewithall Diane gan to appeare</l>
                     <l>With how in hond, right as an huntereſſe:</l>
                     <l>And ſaid doughter, ſtint thine heavineſſe:</l>
                     <l>Among the gods high it is affirmed,</l>
                     <l>And by eterne word written and confirmed,</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhalt been wedded to one of tho,</l>
                     <l>That have for thee ſo much care and wo:</l>
                     <l>But vnto which of hem I may not tell.</l>
                     <l>Farwell, for I may no longer dwell:</l>
                     <l>The fires which now on mine aulter bren</l>
                     <l>Shall declaren, ere that thou gon hen</l>
                     <l>This auenture of loue, as in this caſe.</l>
                     <l>And with that word the arrows in the caſe</l>
                     <l>Of the goddeſſe clatteren faſt and ring,</l>
                     <l>And forth ſhe went, and made vaniſhing,</l>
                     <l>For which this Emely aſtonied was,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid: what amounteth this, alas,</l>
                     <l>I put me vnder thy protection</l>
                     <l>Diane, and vnder thy diſpoſition.</l>
                     <l>And home ſhe goth anon the next way,</l>
                     <l>This is the effect, there is no more to ſay,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The next houre of Mars following this</l>
                     <l>Arcite vnto the temple walked is</l>
                     <l>Of fierce Mars to done his ſacrifiſe</l>
                     <l>With all the might of his paymem wiſe.</l>
                     <l>With pitous heart and high deuotion,</l>
                     <l>Right thus to Mars he ſaid his oriſon.</l>
                     <l>O ſtrong god, that in the reignes cold</l>
                     <l>Of Trace honoured art, and lord yhold,</l>
                     <l>And haſt in euery reigne and euery lond</l>
                     <l>Of armes, all the bridle in thine hond,</l>
                     <l>And hem fortuneſt as thee liſt deuiſe,</l>
                     <l>Accept of me my pitous ſacrifiſe.</l>
                     <l>If ſo be that my thought may deſerue,</l>
                     <l>And that my might be worthy for to ſerue</l>
                     <l>Thy godhead, that I may been one of thine:</l>
                     <l>Then pray I thee that thou rue on my pine</l>
                     <l>For thilke ſore paine, and for thilke hot fire,</l>
                     <l>In which thou brenteſt whylom for deſire,</l>
                     <l>When thou vſedſt the faire beaute</l>
                     <l>Of faire young Venus both freſh and fre,</l>
                     <l>And haddeſt her in thine armes at thy will:</l>
                     <l>Although thou ones on a time miſfull,</l>
                     <l>When Vulcanus had caught thee in his laas,</l>
                     <l>And found thee ligging by his wife alas:</l>
                     <l>For thilke ſorrow that was in thine hart,</l>
                     <l>Have ruth as well on my paines ſmart.</l>
                     <l>
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I am young and uncunning, as thou woſt,</l>
                     <l>And as I trow with love offended moſt,</l>
                     <l>That ever was any lives creature:</l>
                     <l>For ſhe that doth me all this wo endure,</l>
                     <l>Ne retcheth neuer, where I ſinke or flete.</l>
                     <l>And well I wot, or ſhe me mercy hete,</l>
                     <l>I mote with ſtrength with her in this place:</l>
                     <l>And well I wot, without help or grace</l>
                     <l>Of thee, ne may my ſtrength not auaile:</l>
                     <l>Then help me lord to morrow in my battaile,</l>
                     <l>For thilke fire that whilome brenned thee,</l>
                     <l>As well as the fire now brenneth mee.</l>
                     <l>And do, that I to morrow have the victory,</l>
                     <l>Mine be the trauell and thine be the glory,</l>
                     <l>Thy ſoveraign temple woll I moſt honouren</l>
                     <l>Of any place, and alway moſt labouren</l>
                     <l>In thy pleaſaunce and in thy crafts ſtrong.</l>
                     <l>And in thy temple I woll my banner hong,</l>
                     <l>And all the armes of my companie,</l>
                     <l>And euermore, untill the day I die,</l>
                     <l>Eterne fire I woll beforne thee find:</l>
                     <l>And eke to this auow I woll me bind.</l>
                     <l>My heard, my haire that hongeth low adoun</l>
                     <l>That neuer yet felt offencioun</l>
                     <l>Of raſour ne of ſhere, I woll thee yeve,</l>
                     <l>And been thy true ſeuaunt while I liue.</l>
                     <l>Now lord have ruth vpon my ſorrowes ſore,</l>
                     <l>Yeve me the victory, I aske thee no more.</l>
                     <l>The praier ſtint of Arcite the ſtrong.</l>
                     <l>The rings on the temple dore they rong,</l>
                     <l>And eke the dores yclattren full faſt,</l>
                     <l>Of which Arcite ſomewhat him agaſt.</l>
                     <l>The fires brennen upon the auter bright,</l>
                     <l>That it gan all the temple for to light:</l>
                     <l>A ſweet ſmell anon the ground up yafe.</l>
                     <l>And Arcite anon his hond up hafe,</l>
                     <l>And more inſence into the fire he caſt,</l>
                     <l>With other rites mo, and at the laſt</l>
                     <l>The ſtatu of Mars began his hautherke ring:</l>
                     <l>And with that ſound he heard a murmuring</l>
                     <l>Full low and dim, that ſaid thus: Victory.</l>
                     <l>For which he yafe to Mars honor and glory.</l>
                     <l>And thus with joy, and hope well to fare</l>
                     <l>Arcite anon into his inne is fare,</l>
                     <l>As faine as foule is of the bright ſun.</l>
                     <l>And right anon ſuch a ſtrife is begun</l>
                     <l>For thilke graunting, in the heauen aboue</l>
                     <l>Betwixt Venus the goddeſs of loue,</l>
                     <l>And Mars the ſterne god armipotent,</l>
                     <l>That Iupiter was buſie it to ſtent:</l>
                     <l>Till that the pale Saturnus the cold,</l>
                     <l>That knew ſo many aventures old,</l>
                     <l>Found in his experience and art,</l>
                     <l>That he full ſoone hath pleaſed every part.</l>
                     <l>And ſooth is ſaid, elde hath great auauntage,</l>
                     <l>* In elde is both wiſdome and uſage:</l>
                     <l>Men may the old outren, but not outread.</l>
                     <l>Saturne anon, to ſtinten ſtrife and dread,</l>
                     <l>Albeit that it be again his kind,</l>
                     <l>Of all this ſtrife he can remedy find.</l>
                     <l>My deare doughter Venus, qd. Saturne,</l>
                     <l>My courſe that hath ſo wide for to turne,</l>
                     <l>Hath more power than wot any man.</l>
                     <l>Mine is the drenching in the ſea ſo wan,</l>
                     <l>Mine is the priſon in the darke coat,</l>
                     <l>Mine is the ſtrangling and hanging by the throat,</l>
                     <l>The murmure, and the churles rebelling,</l>
                     <l>The groning, and the priuy enpoyſoning.</l>
                     <l>I do vengeance and plaine correction,</l>
                     <l>While I dwell in the ſigne of the Lion.</l>
                     <l>Mine is the ruine of the high hals,</l>
                     <l>The falling of the toures and of the wals</l>
                     <l>Vpon the minor, or on the carpenters:</l>
                     <l>I ſlew Sampſon, ſhaking the pillers.</l>
                     <l>And mine been alſo the maladies cold,</l>
                     <l>The darke treaſons, and the caſts old:</l>
                     <l>My looking is the father of peſtilence.</l>
                     <l>Now weep no more, I ſhall do my diligence,</l>
                     <l>That Palamon, that is thine owne knight,</l>
                     <l>Shall have his lady, as thou him behight.</l>
                     <l>Though Mars ſhal help his knight, natheles</l>
                     <l>Betwixt you it mot ſometime be pees:</l>
                     <l>All be ye not of one complection,</l>
                     <l>That couſeth all day ſuch deuiſion.</l>
                     <l>I am thine ayle, ready at thy will,</l>
                     <l>Weep no more, I woll thy luſt fulfill.</l>
                     <l>Now woll I ſtenten of theſe gods aboue</l>
                     <l>Of Mars, and of Venus goddeſſe of loue,</l>
                     <l>And plainely woll tellen you as I can</l>
                     <l>The great effect, of which that I began.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Great was the feaſt in Athens that day,</l>
                     <l>And eke that luſty ſeaſon in May</l>
                     <l>Made euery wight to ben in ſuch pleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>That all that day iuſten they and daunce,</l>
                     <l>And ſpenden it in Venus high ſeruiſe:</l>
                     <l>But becauſe that they ſhoulden ariſe</l>
                     <l>Early, for to ſee the great and ſtrange ſight,</l>
                     <l>Vnto her reſt went they quickly at night:</l>
                     <l>And on the morrow when day gan ſpring,</l>
                     <l>Of horſe and harneis, noiſe and clattering</l>
                     <l>There was in the hoſtelries all about:</l>
                     <l>And to the pallace rode there many a rout</l>
                     <l>Of lords, upon great ſteeds and palfreis.</l>
                     <l>There maieſt thou ſee deuiſing of harneis</l>
                     <l>So vncouth, ſo rich, and wrought ſo wele</l>
                     <l>Of Goldſmithry, of braudry, and of ſtele,</l>
                     <l>The ſhields bright, teſters, and trappers,</l>
                     <l>Gold hewen helms, hauberks, &amp; coat armers,</l>
                     <l>Lords in paraments on her courſers,</l>
                     <l>Knights of retinue, and eke ſquiers,</l>
                     <l>Nailing the ſpeares, and helmes bokeling.</l>
                     <l>Gigging of ſhields with lamers lacing</l>
                     <l>There as need is, they were nothing ydell:</l>
                     <l>The foming ſteeds on the golden bridell</l>
                     <l>Gnawing and faſt the armurers alſo</l>
                     <l>With file and hammer, riding to and fro:</l>
                     <l>Yemen on foot, and communes many one</l>
                     <l>With ſhort ſtaues, thicke as they may gone.</l>
                     <l>Pipes, trompes, nakoners, and clariouns,</l>
                     <l>That in the battaile blowne bloudie ſouns.</l>
                     <l>The pallace full of people up and doun,</l>
                     <l>Here three, there ten, holding her queſtioun:</l>
                     <l>Deuining of theſe Theban knights two.</l>
                     <l>Some ſaid thus, ſome ſaid it ſhould he ſo:</l>
                     <l>Some did hold with him with the black berd,</l>
                     <l>Som with the balled, ſom with the thick herd.</l>
                     <l>Some ſaid he looked grim and would fight,</l>
                     <l>He hath a ſparth of twenty pound of weight.</l>
                     <l>Thus was the hall full of deuining</l>
                     <l>Long after the ſunne gam to ſpring.</l>
                     <l>
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The great Theſeus of his ſleepe gan wake</l>
                     <l>With minſtralcie and noiſe that they make:</l>
                     <l>Held yet the chamber of his pallace rich,</l>
                     <l>Till that the Theban knights both ylich</l>
                     <l>Honoured weren, and to the place yfet.</l>
                     <l>Duke Theſeus is at the window ſet</l>
                     <l>Arayed right as he were a god in trone:</l>
                     <l>The people preaſed thyderward full ſone</l>
                     <l>Him for to ſeen, and done him high reuerence,</l>
                     <l>And eke to heare his hest and his ſentence.</l>
                     <l>An herauld on a ſcaffold made an oo,</l>
                     <l>Till all the noiſe of the people was ydo:</l>
                     <l>And when he ſaw the people of noiſe ſtill,</l>
                     <l>Thus ſhewed he forth the mighty dukes will.</l>
                     <l>The lord hath of his high diſcretion</l>
                     <l>Conſidered, that it were deſtruction</l>
                     <l>To gentle blood, to fighten in this gise</l>
                     <l>Of mortall battell, now in this empriſe:</l>
                     <l>Wherefore to ſhapen that they ſhall not die,</l>
                     <l>He woll his firſt purpoſe modifie.</l>
                     <l>No man therefore, up paine of loſſe of life</l>
                     <l>No manner ſhot, polax, ne ſhort knife</l>
                     <l>Into the liſts ſend, or thider bring,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſhort ſword to ſticke with point biting</l>
                     <l>No man ne draw, ne heare it by his ſide:</l>
                     <l>Ne no man ſhall to his fellow ride</l>
                     <l>But one courſe, with a ſharp grounden ſpere:</l>
                     <l>Foin if him liſt on foot, the ſame he ſhall were.</l>
                     <l>And he that is at miſchiefe, ſhall he take,</l>
                     <l>And not ſlaine, but brought unto the ſtake,</l>
                     <l>That ſhal ben ordained on either ſide,</l>
                     <l>Thider he ſhall by force, and there abide.</l>
                     <l>And if ſo fall, that the cheefetaine be take</l>
                     <l>On either ſide, or els ſleen his make,</l>
                     <l>No longer ſhall the turnament laſt:</l>
                     <l>God ſpeed you, goth and layeth on faſt</l>
                     <l>With ſwords &amp; long maſes fighten your fill,</l>
                     <l>Goth now your way, this is the lords will.</l>
                     <l>The voice of the people touched heuen,</l>
                     <l>So loud cried they with mery ſteuen:</l>
                     <l>God ſaue ſuch a lord that is ſo good,</l>
                     <l>He willeth no deſtruction of blood.</l>
                     <l>Vp goth the trompes and the melody,</l>
                     <l>And to the liſts rideth ſo the company</l>
                     <l>By ordinance, throughout the cite large,</l>
                     <l>Hanged with cloth of gold, &amp; not with ſarge.</l>
                     <l>Full like a lord this noble duke gan ride</l>
                     <l>And theſe two Thebans on either ſide:</l>
                     <l>And after rode the queene and Emely,</l>
                     <l>And after that another company</l>
                     <l>Of one and other, after her degree:</l>
                     <l>And thus they paſten throughout the citee,</l>
                     <l>And to the liſts comen they be by time.</l>
                     <l>It nas not of the day yet fully prime,</l>
                     <l>When ſet was Theſeus full rich and hie</l>
                     <l>Ipolita the queene, and Emelie,</l>
                     <l>And other ladies in degrees about:</l>
                     <l>Vnto the ſeats preaſeth all the rout.</l>
                     <l>And weſtward, through the yates under mart</l>
                     <l>Arcite, and eke and hundred of his part</l>
                     <l>With banner red, is entred right anon:</l>
                     <l>And in the ſelue moment entred Palamon</l>
                     <l>Is, under Venus, eaſtward in that place,</l>
                     <l>With banner white, and hardy cheare &amp; face.</l>
                     <l>In all the world, to ſeken up and doun,</l>
                     <l>So euen without variatioun</l>
                     <l>There nas no where ſuch companies twey:</l>
                     <l>For there was none ſo wiſe that coud ſey,</l>
                     <l>That any had of other auauntage</l>
                     <l>Of worthineſſe, ne of eſtate, ne age,</l>
                     <l>So euen were they choſen for to geſſe:</l>
                     <l>And into the renges faire they hem dreſſe.</l>
                     <l>When that her names red were euerichone,</l>
                     <l>That in her number, gile were there none,</l>
                     <l>Tho were the gates ſhut, and cried was loud,</l>
                     <l>Do now your deuoir yong knights proud.</l>
                     <l>The heraulds left her pricking up &amp; doun,</l>
                     <l>Now ringen trompes loud and clarioun,</l>
                     <l>There is no more to ſay, eaſt and weſt</l>
                     <l>In goth the ſharpe ſperes ſadly in the arreſt:</l>
                     <l>In goth the ſharpe ſpurs into the ſide,</l>
                     <l>There ſee men who can iuſt, and who can ride.</l>
                     <l>There ſhiueren ſhafts upon ſheilds thicke,</l>
                     <l>He feeleth through the hert ſpoone the pricke.</l>
                     <l>Vp ſpringeth the ſperes, twenty foot on hight,</l>
                     <l>Out goth the ſwords as the ſiluer bright.</l>
                     <l>The helmes they to hew, and to ſhred,</l>
                     <l>Out burſt the blood, with ſterne ſtremes red:</l>
                     <l>With mighty maces the bones they to breke.</l>
                     <l>He thro the thickeſt of the throng gan threke.</l>
                     <l>There ſtumblen ſteeds ſtrong, &amp; doun gon all,</l>
                     <l>He rolled under foot as doth a ball.</l>
                     <l>He foineth on his feet with a tronchoun,</l>
                     <l>And he hurleth with his horſe adoun.</l>
                     <l>He through the body is hurt, and ſith ytake</l>
                     <l>Maugre his head, &amp; brought unto the ſtake,</l>
                     <l>As forward was, right there he muſt abide.</l>
                     <l>Another is lad on that other ſide.</l>
                     <l>And ſometime doth hem Theſeus to reſt,</l>
                     <l>Hem to refreſh, and drinke if hem leſt.</l>
                     <l>Full oft a day have theſe Thebans two</l>
                     <l>Together met, and done ech other wo:</l>
                     <l>Vnhorſed hath ech other of hem twey.</l>
                     <l>There was no tigre in the vale of Colaphey,</l>
                     <l>When her whelpe is ſtole, when it is lite,</l>
                     <l>So cruell on the hunt, as is Arcite</l>
                     <l>For jealous hert upon this Palamon:</l>
                     <l>Ne in Belmarie there is no fell Lion,</l>
                     <l>That hunted is, or for his hunger wood,</l>
                     <l>Ne of his prey deſireth ſo the blood,</l>
                     <l>As Palamon to ſlee his foe Arcite:</l>
                     <l>The iealous ſtrokes on her helmes bite,</l>
                     <l>Out renneth the blood on both her ſides reed.</l>
                     <l>Sometime an end there is of euery deed:</l>
                     <l>For ere the ſunne unto the reſt went,</l>
                     <l>The ſtrong king Emetrius gan hent</l>
                     <l>This Palamon, as he fought with this Arcite,</l>
                     <l>And made his ſword deepe in his fleſh bite.</l>
                     <l>And by force of twenty is he take</l>
                     <l>Vnyolden, and drawne to the ſlake.</l>
                     <l>And in the reſcous of this Palamon</l>
                     <l>The ſtrong king Ligurge is borne adoun:</l>
                     <l>And king Emetrius for all his ſtrength</l>
                     <l>Is borne out of his ſaddle a ſwords length,</l>
                     <l>So hurt him Palamon or he were take:</l>
                     <l>But all for naught, he was brought to the ſtake:</l>
                     <l>His hardy heart might him helpen naught,</l>
                     <l>He muſt abide, when that he was caught</l>
                     <l>By force, and eke by compoſition.</l>
                     <l>Who ſorroweth now but wofull Palamon?</l>
                     <l>That mote no more gone againe to fight.</l>
                     <l>And when that Theſeus had ſeen that ſight,</l>
                     <l>
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He cried ho: no more, for it is don:</l>
                     <l>Ne none ſhall lenger to his fellow gon.</l>
                     <l>I woll be true iudge, and not party,</l>
                     <l>Arcite of Thebes ſhall haue Emely,</l>
                     <l>That by his fortune hath her faire ywon.</l>
                     <l>Anon there is a noiſe of people begon</l>
                     <l>For ioy of this, ſo loud and high withall,</l>
                     <l>It ſeemed that the liſtes ſhoulden fall.</l>
                     <l>What can now faire Venus done aboue?</l>
                     <l>What ſaith ſhe now? what doth the quene of loue?</l>
                     <l>But wepeth ſo, for wanting of her will,</l>
                     <l>Till that her teares adowne on the liſts fell:</l>
                     <l>She ſaid: I am aſhamed doutles:</l>
                     <l>Saturnus ſaid: fair daughter hold thy pees,</l>
                     <l>Mars hath al his wil, his kniȝt hath his boon</l>
                     <l>And by mine dead thou ſhait be eaſed ſoon.</l>
                     <l>The trumpes with the loud minſtralcie,</l>
                     <l>The heraulds, that ſo loud yell and crie</l>
                     <l>Been in her wele, for loue of Dan Arcite.</l>
                     <l>But hearkeneth me, and ſtinteth noiſe alite,</l>
                     <l>Which a miracle there befell anon.</l>
                     <l>The fierce Arcite hath his helme off ydon,</l>
                     <l>And on a courſer for to ſhew his face</l>
                     <l>He pricketh endlong in the large place,</l>
                     <l>Looking vpward vpon Emelie,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe ayen him caſt a friendly eye.</l>
                     <l>* (For women, as to ſpeak in commune,</l>
                     <l>They followen all the favour of fortune)</l>
                     <l>And was all his chere, as in his hert.</l>
                     <l>Out of the ground a fire infernall ſtert</l>
                     <l>From Pluto ſent, at the requeſt of Saturne,</l>
                     <l>For which his horſe for feare gan to turne,</l>
                     <l>And leape aſide, and foundred as he lepe:</l>
                     <l>And ere that Arcite may taken kepe,</l>
                     <l>He pight him off on the pomell of his head,</l>
                     <l>That in the place he lay as he were dead.</l>
                     <l>His breaſt to broſten with his ſaddle bow:</l>
                     <l>As blacke he lay as any coale or crow,</l>
                     <l>So was the blood yroune in his face.</l>
                     <l>Anon he was ybrought out of the place</l>
                     <l>With hart full ſore, to Theſeus paleis,</l>
                     <l>Tho was he coruen out of his harneis,</l>
                     <l>And in a bed ybrought full faire and bliue,</l>
                     <l>For he was yet in memory, and on liue,</l>
                     <l>And alway crying after Emely.</l>
                     <l>Duke Theſeus, with all his company</l>
                     <l>Is comen home to Athens his cite</l>
                     <l>With all bliſſe and great ſolemnite:</l>
                     <l>Albeit that this auenture was fall,</l>
                     <l>He would not diſcomfort hem all.</l>
                     <l>Men ſaid eke, that Arcite ſhould not die,</l>
                     <l>He ſhould ben healed of his maladie.</l>
                     <l>And of another thing they were as faine,</l>
                     <l>That of hem all there was none iſlaine,</l>
                     <l>All were they ſore hurt, and namely one,</l>
                     <l>That with a ſpere was thirled his breſt bone.</l>
                     <l>Two other had wounds, &amp; two broken arms,</l>
                     <l>Some of them had ſalues, &amp; ſome had charms:</l>
                     <l>Sundry fermaces of hearbes, and eke ſaue</l>
                     <l>They dronken, for they would her liues haue.</l>
                     <l>For which this noble duke, as he well can,</l>
                     <l>Comforteth and honoureth euery man,</l>
                     <l>And made great reuell all the long night,</l>
                     <l>Vnto the ſtraunge lords, as it was right.</l>
                     <l>Ne there nas hold no diſcomforting,</l>
                     <l>But as is at iuſts or a turneying:</l>
                     <l>For ſoothly there nas no diſcomfiture,</l>
                     <l>For falling is hold but an auenture.</l>
                     <l>Ne to be <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                           <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                        </gap> by force unto a ſtake</l>
                     <l>Vnyolden, and with twenty knights take:</l>
                     <l>And one perſon, withouten any mo</l>
                     <l>To be harted forth by arme, foot, and too,</l>
                     <l>And eke his ſteed driuen forth with ſtaues,</l>
                     <l>With footmen, both yeomen and knaues,</l>
                     <l>It was arretted him no villanie:</l>
                     <l>There may no man cleape it cowardie.</l>
                     <l>For which anon, duke Theſeus did cry</l>
                     <l>To ſtinten all rancour and enuy.</l>
                     <l>They gre as well of one ſide as of other,</l>
                     <l>And either ſide is like, as others brother,</l>
                     <l>And yaue hem gyfts after her degree,</l>
                     <l>And helden a feaſt fully dates three:</l>
                     <l>And conueyed the knights worthily</l>
                     <l>Out of his toune a daies iourney largely.</l>
                     <l>And home went euery man the right way,</l>
                     <l>There nas no more but farwell &amp; haue good day.</l>
                     <l>Of this battel I woll no more endite,</l>
                     <l>But ſpeake of Palamon and of Arcite.</l>
                     <l>Swelleth the breaſt of Arcite, and the ſore</l>
                     <l>Encreaſeth at his heart ſtill more and more.</l>
                     <l>The clottered blood, for any lee chcraft</l>
                     <l>Corrumped, and is in his bouke laſt,</l>
                     <l>That neither veineblood, ne vent ouſing,</l>
                     <l>Ne drinke of hearbes may be helping,</l>
                     <l>By vertue expulſiue, or animall:</l>
                     <l>For thilke vertue cleaped naturall</l>
                     <l>Ne may the venim void, ne expell:</l>
                     <l>The pipes of his lungs began to ſwell,</l>
                     <l>And euery lacerte in his breaſt adoun</l>
                     <l>Is ſhent with venim and corruptioun.</l>
                     <l>Him gaineth neither, for to get his life,</l>
                     <l>Vomit vpward, ne downward laxatife:</l>
                     <l>All is to bruſten thilke region,</l>
                     <l>Nature hath no domination..</l>
                     <l>* And certainly ther as nature woll not wirch,</l>
                     <l>Farwell phyſicke, go beare the corſe to chirch.</l>
                     <l>This is all and ſome, that Arcire muſt die:</l>
                     <l>For which he ſendeth after Emelie,</l>
                     <l>And Palamon that was his coſyn deare:</l>
                     <l>Then ſaid he thus, as ye ſhall after heare.</l>
                     <l>Nought may my wofull ſpirit in my hart</l>
                     <l>Declare o point of all my ſorrows ſmart,</l>
                     <l>To you my lady, that I love moſt,</l>
                     <l>But I bequeath the ſervice of my goſt</l>
                     <l>To you abouen any creature,</l>
                     <l>Since that my life may no lenger dure.</l>
                     <l>Alas the wo, alas my paines ſtrong,</l>
                     <l>That I for you haue ſuffered, and ſo long.</l>
                     <l>Alas the death, alas mine Emely,</l>
                     <l>Alas departing of our company:</l>
                     <l>Alas mine hearts queene, alas my liues wife,</l>
                     <l>Mine hearts ladie, ender of my life.</l>
                     <l>* What is the world, what aſken men to haue?</l>
                     <l>Now with his loue, now in his cold graue</l>
                     <l>Alone withouten any company.</l>
                     <l>Farwell my ſweet foe, mine Emely,</l>
                     <l>And ſoft doe take me in your armes twey,</l>
                     <l>For the loue of God, &amp; hearkeneth what I ſay:</l>
                     <l>I haue here with my couſin Palamon</l>
                     <l>Had ſtrife and rancour many a day agon</l>
                     <l>For loue of you, and for my iealouſie:</l>
                     <l>And Iupiter ſo wiſely my ſoule gie.</l>
                     <l>
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To ſpeaken of a ſeruant properly</l>
                     <l>With circumſtances all, and truly,</l>
                     <l>That is to ſay, trouth, honor, and knighthede</l>
                     <l>Wisdome, humbleſſe, eſtate, &amp; high kinrede,</l>
                     <l>Freedome, and all that longeth to that art,</l>
                     <l>So Iupiter have of my ſoule any part,</l>
                     <l>As in this world, right now know I non,</l>
                     <l>So worthy to be loued as Palamon:</l>
                     <l>That ſerueth you, and woll doen all his life.</l>
                     <l>And if that you ſhall euer been a wife,</l>
                     <l>Foryet not Palamon, the gentleman:</l>
                     <l>And with that word his ſpeech faile began.</l>
                     <l>For from his feet vnto his breaſt was come</l>
                     <l>The cold death, that had him ouernome.</l>
                     <l>And yet moreouer, for in his armes two</l>
                     <l>The vitall ſtrength is loſt, and all ago.</l>
                     <l>Saue only the intellect, without more,</l>
                     <l>That dwelleth in his heart ſicke and ſore,</l>
                     <l>Gan failen, wher the hart felt death.</l>
                     <l>Dusked been his iyen two, and failed breath.</l>
                     <l>But on his ladie yet caſt he his iye,</l>
                     <l>His laſt word was, mercy Emelie.</l>
                     <l>His ſpirit chaunged, and out went there,</l>
                     <l>Whitherward I cannot tell, ne where:</l>
                     <l>Therfore I ſtint, I am no diuiniſtre,</l>
                     <l>Of ſoules find I not in this regiſtre.</l>
                     <l>Ne me liſt not thilke opinion to tell</l>
                     <l>Of hem, though they writen where they dwel.</l>
                     <l>Arcite is cold, there Mars his ſoule gie.</l>
                     <l>Now woll I ſpeake forth of Emelie.</l>
                     <l>Shright Emelie, and houlen Palamon,</l>
                     <l>And Theſeus his ſiſter vp tooke anon</l>
                     <l>Swouning, and bare her fro his corſe away:</l>
                     <l>What helpeth it to tarrie forth the day,</l>
                     <l>To tellen how ſhe wept both euen &amp; morow?</l>
                     <l>* For in ſuch caſe women haue much ſorow,</l>
                     <l>When that her husbands been fro hem go,</l>
                     <l>That for the more part they ſorowen ſo,</l>
                     <l>Or els fallen in ſuch maladie,</l>
                     <l>That at the laſt certainely they die.</l>
                     <l>Infinit been the ſorow and the teares</l>
                     <l>Of old folke, and folke of tender yeares,</l>
                     <l>In all the toune for death of this Theban:</l>
                     <l>For him there weepeth both child and man.</l>
                     <l>So great weeping was there not certaine,</l>
                     <l>When Hector was brought, all freſh yſſaine</l>
                     <l>To Troy alas, the pitie that was there</l>
                     <l>Scratching of cheekes, and renting eke here.</l>
                     <l>Why woldeſt thou be dead? thus women crie,</l>
                     <l>And haddeſt gold inough, and Emelie.</l>
                     <l>No man ne may gladen Theſeus,</l>
                     <l>Saving his old father Egeus,</l>
                     <l>That knew this worlds tranſmutatioun,</l>
                     <l>* As he had ſeene it, both vp and doun:</l>
                     <l>Ioy after wo, and wo after gladneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſhewed him enſamples and likeneſſe.</l>
                     <l>* Right as there died neuer man (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>That he ne liued in yearth in ſome degree,</l>
                     <l>Right ſo there liued neuer man (he ſaied)</l>
                     <l>In this world, that ſometime he ne deied.</l>
                     <l>* This world is but a throughfare full of wo,</l>
                     <l>And we been pilgrimes, paſſing to and fro:</l>
                     <l>Death is an end of euery worlds ſore.</l>
                     <l>And over all this yet ſaid he much more</l>
                     <l>To this effect, full wiſely to exhort</l>
                     <l>The people, that they ſhould hem recomfort.</l>
                     <l>Duke Theſeus with all his buſie cure</l>
                     <l>Caſteth now, where that the ſepulture</l>
                     <l>Of good Arcite ſhall beſt ymaked bee</l>
                     <l>And eke moſt honourable for degree.</l>
                     <l>And at the laſt he tooke concluſion,</l>
                     <l>That there as Arcite and Palamon</l>
                     <l>Had for love the battaile hem betweene,</l>
                     <l>That in the ſame ſelue groue, ſweet &amp; greene,</l>
                     <l>There as he had his amorous deſires,</l>
                     <l>His complaint, and for loue his hote fires,</l>
                     <l>He would make a fire, in which the offis</l>
                     <l>Funerall he mighten all accomplis.</l>
                     <l>He hath anon commaunded to hack and hew</l>
                     <l>The Okes old, and lay hem all on a rew</l>
                     <l>In culpons, well araied for to brenne:</l>
                     <l>His officers with ſwift foot they renne</l>
                     <l>Right anon at his commaundement.</l>
                     <l>And after Theſeus hath yſent</l>
                     <l>A large bere, and it all ouerſprad</l>
                     <l>With cloth of gold, the richeſt that he had:</l>
                     <l>And of the ſame ſute he clothed Arcite.</l>
                     <l>Vpon his hands his gloues white,</l>
                     <l>Eke on his head a croune of Laurell grene,</l>
                     <l>And in his hand a ſword full bright and kene.</l>
                     <l>He laied him bare viſaged on the bere,</l>
                     <l>Therewith he wept that pitie was to here.</l>
                     <l>And for the people ſhould ſeene him all.</l>
                     <l>When it was day he brought him to the hall,</l>
                     <l>That roreth of the crying and the ſoun.</l>
                     <l>Tho come this wofull Theban Palamon</l>
                     <l>With glitering beard, &amp; ruddie ſhining heres</l>
                     <l>In clothes blacke, dropped all with teres</l>
                     <l>(And paſſing other of weeping Emelie)</l>
                     <l>The rufulleſt of all the companie.</l>
                     <l>And in as much as the ſeruice ſhould bee</l>
                     <l>The more noble and rich in his degree,</l>
                     <l>Duke Theſeus let foorth the ſteeds bring,</l>
                     <l>That trapped were in ſteele all glittering,</l>
                     <l>And couered with the armes of Dan Arcite:</l>
                     <l>Vpon theſe ſteeds great and lilly white,</l>
                     <l>There ſaten folk, of which one bare his ſhield,</l>
                     <l>Another his ſpeare in his hand held:</l>
                     <l>The third bare with him a bow Turkes,</l>
                     <l>Of brent gold was the caſe and the harnes:</l>
                     <l>And ridden forth apace with ſorie chere</l>
                     <l>Toward the groue, as ye ſhall after here.</l>
                     <l>The nobleſt of the Greeks that there were</l>
                     <l>Vpon her ſhoulders caried the bere</l>
                     <l>With ſlacke pace, and eyen red and wete</l>
                     <l>Throughout the citie, by the maiſter ſtrete,</l>
                     <l>That ſprad was all with black, &amp; that wonder hie:</l>
                     <l>Right of the ſame is the ſtreet ywrie.</l>
                     <l>Vpon the right hand went Egeus,</l>
                     <l>And on the other ſide duke Theſeus</l>
                     <l>With veſſels in her hand of gold full fine,</l>
                     <l>All full of hony, milke, blood, and wine.</l>
                     <l>Eke Palamon, with full great companie:</l>
                     <l>And after that came wofull Emelie,</l>
                     <l>With fire in hand, as was that time the giſe,</l>
                     <l>To doen the office of funerall ſeruice.</l>
                     <l>Hie labour, and full great apparelling</l>
                     <l>Was at ſeruice, and at fire making,</l>
                     <l>That with his green top the heaven raught,</l>
                     <l>And twenty fadome of bred armes ſtraught:</l>
                     <l>This is to ſaine, the boughes were ſo broad,</l>
                     <l>Of ſtraw firſt there was laid many a load.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>But how the fire was maken vp on height</l>
                     <l>And eke the names, how all the trees hight,</l>
                     <l>As oke, firre, beech, aſpe, elder, elme, popelere,</l>
                     <l>Willow, holme, plane, boxe, cheſten, &amp; laurere.</l>
                     <l>Maple, thorne, beech, ewe, haſell, whipuitre,</l>
                     <l>How they were feld, ſhall not be told for me:</l>
                     <l>Ne how the gods runnen vp and doun</l>
                     <l>Diſherited of her habitatioun,</l>
                     <l>In which they wonned in reſt and pees:</l>
                     <l>Nimphes, Faunies, and Amadriades.</l>
                     <l>Ne how the beaſts, ne how the birds all</l>
                     <l>Fledden for feare, when the trees was fall.</l>
                     <l>Ne how the ground agaſt was of the light,</l>
                     <l>That was not wont to ſee the ſunne bright.</l>
                     <l>Ne how the fire was couched firſt with ſtre,</l>
                     <l>And then with drie ſtickes clouen a thre,</l>
                     <l>And then with greene wood and ſpicerie,</l>
                     <l>And then with cloth of gold and perrie,</l>
                     <l>And garlands hanging with many a flour,</l>
                     <l>The mirrhe, the incenſe, with ſweet odour.</l>
                     <l>Ne how Arcite lay among all this,</l>
                     <l>Ne what richeſſe about his body is,</l>
                     <l>Ne how that Emely, as was the guiſe</l>
                     <l>Put in the fire of funerall ſervice,</l>
                     <l>Ne how ſhe ſouned when made was the fire,</l>
                     <l>Ne what ſhe ſpake, ne what was her deſire:</l>
                     <l>Ne what iewels men in the fire caſt</l>
                     <l>When that the fire was great and brent faſt:</l>
                     <l>Ne how ſome caſt her ſhield, &amp; ſome her ſpere,</l>
                     <l>And of her veſtments, which that they were,</l>
                     <l>And cups full of wine, of milke, and blood,</l>
                     <l>Into the fire, that brent as it were wood.</l>
                     <l>Ne how the Greekes with a huge rout</l>
                     <l>Thrice did riden all the fire about</l>
                     <l>Vpon the left hand, with a loud ſhouting,</l>
                     <l>And thrice on the right, with her ſperes clater<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing:</l>
                     <l>And thrice how the ladies gan all to crie.</l>
                     <l>Ne how that led was homeward Emelie:</l>
                     <l>Ne how that Arcite is brent to aſhen cold,</l>
                     <l>Ne how the liche wake was yhold.</l>
                     <l>All that night long ne how the Greeks play.</l>
                     <l>The wake plaies ne keepe I not to ſay:</l>
                     <l>Who wreſtled beſt naked, with oile annoint.</l>
                     <l>Ne who bare him beſt in euery point.</l>
                     <l>I woll not tellen eke how they gone</l>
                     <l>Home to Athens when the play is done.</l>
                     <l>But ſhortly to the point then woll I wend,</l>
                     <l>And maken of my long tale an end.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>By proceſſe and by length of certain yeares</l>
                     <l>All ſtinten is the mourning and the teares</l>
                     <l>Of Greekes, by one generall aſſent.</l>
                     <l>Then ſeemed me there was a parliament</l>
                     <l>At Athens, vpon a certain point and caas:</l>
                     <l>Among the which points yſpoken was</l>
                     <l>To haue with certaine countries alliance,</l>
                     <l>And haue of Thebanes fully obeiſance.</l>
                     <l>For which this noble Theſeus anon</l>
                     <l>Let ſend after this gentle Palamon</l>
                     <l>Vnwiſt of him, what was the cauſe and why:</l>
                     <l>But in his blacke clothes ſorrowfully</l>
                     <l>He came at his commaundement on hie,</l>
                     <l>Tho ſent Theſeus after Emelie.</l>
                     <l>When they were ſet, &amp; huſht was the place,</l>
                     <l>And Theſeus abidden hath a ſpace,</l>
                     <l>Or any word came from his wiſe breſt</l>
                     <l>His eyen ſet he there as was his leſt,</l>
                     <l>And with a ſad viſage he ſiked ſtill,</l>
                     <l>And after that, right thus he ſaied his will.</l>
                     <l>* The firſt mouer of the cauſe aboue</l>
                     <l>When he firſt made the faire chaine of loue,</l>
                     <l>Great was theffect, and high was his intent,</l>
                     <l>Well wiſt he why, and what thereof he ment,</l>
                     <l>For with that faire chaine of loue he bond</l>
                     <l>The fire, the aire, the water, and the lond</l>
                     <l>In certaine bonds, that they may not flee:</l>
                     <l>The ſame prince and that mouer (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>Hath ſtabliſht in this wretched world adoun</l>
                     <l>Certaine of daies and duracioun</l>
                     <l>To all that are engendred in this place,</l>
                     <l>Ouer the which day they may not pace,</l>
                     <l>All mow they yet tho daies abredge:</l>
                     <l>There needeth none authority to ledge.</l>
                     <l>For it is proued by experience,</l>
                     <l>But that me liſt declare my ſentence.</l>
                     <l>Then may men by this order diſcerne,</l>
                     <l>That thilke mouer ſtable is and eterne.</l>
                     <l>* Well may men know, but he be a foole,</l>
                     <l>That every part is deriued from his hoole.</l>
                     <l>For nature hath not taken his beginning</l>
                     <l>Of one part or cantle of a thing,</l>
                     <l>But of a thing that perfit is and ſtable,</l>
                     <l>Deſcending ſo, till it be corrumpable.</l>
                     <l>And therefore of his wiſe purueyanuce</l>
                     <l>He hath ſo well beſet his ordinaunce,</l>
                     <l>That ſpaces of things and progreſſions</l>
                     <l>Shullen endure by ſucceſſions</l>
                     <l>And not eterne, without any lie:</l>
                     <l>This maieſt thou vnderſtand and ſee at eie:</l>
                     <l>* Lo the oke, that hath ſo long a noriſhing,</l>
                     <l>Fro the time that it beginneth firſt to ſpring,</l>
                     <l>And hath ſo long a life, as ye may ſee,</l>
                     <l>Yet at the laſt waſted is the tree.</l>
                     <l>Conſidereth eke, how that the hard ſtone</l>
                     <l>Vnder our feet, on which we tread and gone</l>
                     <l>Yet waſteth it, as it lieth in the wey.</l>
                     <l>The broad riuer ſometime wexeth drey.</l>
                     <l>The great tounes ſee we do wane and wend,</l>
                     <l>Then ye ſee that all this thing hath end.</l>
                     <l>And man and woman ſee ſhall we alſo,</l>
                     <l>That nedeth in one of the tearmes two,</l>
                     <l>That is to ſaine, in youth or els in age</l>
                     <l>He mote be dead, a king as well as a page.</l>
                     <l>Some in his bed, ſome in the deepe ſee,</l>
                     <l>Some in the large field, as ye may ſee:</l>
                     <l>It helpeth not, all goeth that ilke wey:</l>
                     <l>Then may you ſee that all thing mote dey.</l>
                     <l>What maketh this but Iupiter the king?</l>
                     <l>That is prince, and cauſe of all thing,</l>
                     <l>Converting all to his proper will,</l>
                     <l>From which it is deriued ſooth to tell.</l>
                     <l>And here again, no creature on liue</l>
                     <l>Of no degree auaileth for to ſtriue.</l>
                     <l>* Then is it wiſdome, as thinketh me,</l>
                     <l>To make vertue of neceſſite:</l>
                     <l>And take it well, that we may not eſchew.</l>
                     <l>And namly that to vs all is dew.</l>
                     <l>And who ſo grutcheth ought, he doth follie,</l>
                     <l>And rebell is to him that all may gie.</l>
                     <l>* And certainely, a man hath moſt honour</l>
                     <l>To dien in his excellence and flour,</l>
                     <l>
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When he is ſiker of his good name:</l>
                     <l>Then hath he don his frends ne him no ſhame.</l>
                     <l>And glader ought his friends be of his death,</l>
                     <l>When with honour iyold is vp the breath,</l>
                     <l>Then when his name apaled is for age,</l>
                     <l>For all foryetten is his vaſſellage:</l>
                     <l>Then it is beſt, as for a worthy fame,</l>
                     <l>* To dien when he is beſt of name.</l>
                     <l>The contrary of all this, is wilfulneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Why grutchen we? why haue we heauineſſe,</l>
                     <l>That good Arcite (of chiualry the flour)</l>
                     <l>Departed is, with dutie and with honour,</l>
                     <l>Out of this foule priſon of this life?</l>
                     <l>Why grutchen here his coſin and his wife,</l>
                     <l>Of his welfare, that loueth him ſo wele:</l>
                     <l>Can he hem thank? nay God wot neuer adele,</l>
                     <l>That both his ſoule, and eke himſelfe offend,</l>
                     <l>And yet they mow not her luſts amend?</l>
                     <l>What may I conclude of this long ſtorie,</l>
                     <l>But after ſorrow I rede vs be merrie,</l>
                     <l>And thanke Iupiter of all his grace:</l>
                     <l>And ere we departen from this place,</l>
                     <l>I rede we maken of ſorrowes two</l>
                     <l>One perfit ioy, laſting euermo:</l>
                     <l>And look now where moſt ſorrow is herein,</l>
                     <l>There woll I firſt amend and begin.</l>
                     <l>Siſter (qd. he) this is my full aſſent</l>
                     <l>With all the people of my parlement</l>
                     <l>Of gentle Palamon your owne knight,</l>
                     <l>That ſerueth you with wil, hart, and might,</l>
                     <l>And euer hath done, ſith ye firſt him knew,</l>
                     <l>That ye ſhall of your grace vpon him rew,</l>
                     <l>And take him for huſband and for Lord:</l>
                     <l>Lend me your hand, for this is our accord.</l>
                     <l>Let ſee now of your womanly pite:</l>
                     <l>He is a kings brothers ſonne parde,</l>
                     <l>And though he were a poore batchelere,</l>
                     <l>Since he hath ſerued you ſo many a yere,</l>
                     <l>And had for you ſo great aduerſite,</l>
                     <l>It muſt ben conſidered, leueth me,</l>
                     <l>For gentle mercy ought to paſſen right.</l>
                     <l>Then ſaid he thus to Palamon the knight:</l>
                     <l>I trow there need little ſermoning</l>
                     <l>To make you aſſenten to this thing.</l>
                     <l>Commeth nere, &amp; take your lady by the hond,</l>
                     <l>Betwixt hem was maked anon the bond,</l>
                     <l>That hight Matrimonie or mariage,</l>
                     <l>By all the counſaile of the Baronage.</l>
                     <l>And thus with all bliſſe and melody</l>
                     <l>Hath Palamon iwedded Emely.</l>
                     <l>And God that all this world hath ywrought,</l>
                     <l>Send him his loue, that it hath ſo dere bought,</l>
                     <l>For now is Palamon in all wele,</l>
                     <l>Liuing in bliſſe, in richeſſe, and in hele,</l>
                     <l>And Emely him loueth ſo tenderly,</l>
                     <l>And he her ſerueth ſo gentilly,</l>
                     <l>That neuer was there no word hem betwene</l>
                     <l>Of iealouſie, or of any other tene.</l>
                     <l>Thus endeth Palamon and Emely:</l>
                     <l>And God ſaue all this faire company.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <head>The MILLERS Tale.</head>
                  <argument>
                     <p>NIcholas, a Scholar of Oxford, practiſeth with Aliſon the Carpenters wife of Oſney, to de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceive
her Husband, but in the end is rewarded accordingly.</p>
                  </argument>
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Millers Prologue.</head>
                     <l>WHen that the Knight had thus his
tale ytold,</l>
                     <l>In all the company nas there yong
ne old,</l>
                     <l>That he ne ſaid it was a noble ſtorie,</l>
                     <l>And worthie to be drawne in memorie:</l>
                     <l>And namely the gentiles eueriehone.</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt lough and ſware, ſo mote I gone,</l>
                     <l>* This goeth aright, vnbokeled is the male,</l>
                     <l>Let ſee now who ſhall tell another tale:</l>
                     <l>For truly the game is well begon.</l>
                     <l>Now telleth us ſit Monke if you can</l>
                     <l>Somewhat, to quite with the knights tale.</l>
                     <l>The Miller for dronken was all pale,</l>
                     <l>So that vnneths vpon his horſe he ſat,</l>
                     <l>Ne nold availe neither hood ne hat,</l>
                     <l>Ne abide no man for his courteſie,</l>
                     <l>But in Pilats voice he began to crie,</l>
                     <l>And ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>re by armes, blood, and bones,</l>
                     <l>I can a noble tale for the nones,</l>
                     <l>With which I woll now quite the knight his tale.</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt ſaw that he was dronken of ale,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid: abide Robin leue brother,</l>
                     <l>Some better man ſhall tell vs firſt another:</l>
                     <l>Abide, and let vs wirch thriftely.</l>
                     <l>By Gods ſoule (qd. he) that woll not I,</l>
                     <l>For I woll ſpeake, or els goe my way.</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt anſwered: tell on a deuill way:</l>
                     <l>Thou art a foole, thy wit is ouercome.</l>
                     <l>Now hearketh qd. the Miller, all &amp; ſome:</l>
                     <l>But firſt I make proteſtatioun,</l>
                     <l>That I am drunke, I know it by my ſoun:</l>
                     <l>And therefore if I miſpeake or ſay,</l>
                     <l>Wite it the ale of Southwarke, I you pray:</l>
                     <l>For I woll tell a legend and a life</l>
                     <l>Both of a Carpenter and his wife,</l>
                     <l>* How that a clarke ſet a Wrights cap<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
                     </l>
                     <l>The Reue anſwered &amp; ſaid ſtint thy clap:</l>
                     <l>Let be thy leaud drunken harlottrie,</l>
                     <l>* It is a ſinne, and eke a great follie</l>
                     <l>To apairen any man, or him defame,</l>
                     <l>And eke to bring wiues in ſuch blame.</l>
                     <l>Thou maieſt inough of other things faine,</l>
                     <l>This drunken Miller ſpake full ſoon againe</l>
                     <l>And ſaied: my leue brother Oſwold,</l>
                     <l>* Who hath no wife, he is no cokewold.</l>
                     <l>But I ſay not therefore that thou art one,</l>
                     <l>There been full good wiues many one.</l>
                     <l>Why art thou angry with my tale now?</l>
                     <l>I haue a wife parde as well as thou,</l>
                     <l>* Yet now I for all the Oxen in my plough,</l>
                     <l>Take vpon me more then is inough</l>
                     <l>To deemen of my ſelfe that I am one,</l>
                     <l>I woll beleeue well that I am none.</l>
                     <l>
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* An huſband ſhould not been inquiſitife</l>
                     <l>Of Gods priuity, ne of his wife.</l>
                     <l>For ſo he find Gods foiſon there,</l>
                     <l>Of the remnant needeth not to enquere.</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I more ſay, but this Millere</l>
                     <l>He nold his word for no man forbere,</l>
                     <l>But told his churles tale in this mannere:</l>
                     <l>Me forthinketh I ſhall rehearce it here,</l>
                     <l>And therefore euery gentle wight I pray,</l>
                     <l>Deemeth not for Gods loue that I ſay</l>
                     <l>Of euill intent, but that I mote rehearſe</l>
                     <l>Her tales all, been they better or werſe,</l>
                     <l>Or elſe falſen ſome of my matere.</l>
                     <l>And therefore who ſo liſt it not to here,</l>
                     <l>Turne ouer the leafe, and chuſe another tale,</l>
                     <l>For ye ſhall find ynow great and ſmale</l>
                     <l>Of hiſtoriall thing touching gentleneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And eke moralitie, and holineſſe.</l>
                     <l>Blame not me, if that ye chuſe amis,</l>
                     <l>The Miller is a churle, ye know well this,</l>
                     <l>So was the Reue eke, and other mo,</l>
                     <l>And harlotrie they told eke both two.</l>
                     <l>Auiſe you, and put me out of blame,</l>
                     <l>* And eke men ſhould not make erneſt of game.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Millers Tale.</head>
                        <l>WHylome there was dwelling in Ox<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>enford</l>
                        <l>A rich gnofe, that geſts helden to bord,</l>
                        <l>And of his craft he was a Carpenter,</l>
                        <l>With him there was dwelling a poor ſcholler</l>
                        <l>Had learned Art, but all his fantaſie</l>
                        <l>Was turned to learne Aſtrologie:</l>
                        <l>And coud certaine of concluſions</l>
                        <l>To demen by interrogations,</l>
                        <l>If that men asken him in certain hours</l>
                        <l>When that men ſhoulden have drought or ſhours:</l>
                        <l>Or if men asked him what ſhuld befal</l>
                        <l>Of every thing, I may not reken all.</l>
                        <l>This clarke was cleped Hend Nicholas:</l>
                        <l>Of berne loue he coud and of ſolas,</l>
                        <l>And thereto he was ſlie, and right priuee</l>
                        <l>And ilike to a maiden meeke to ſee.</l>
                        <l>A chamber he had in that hoſtelrie</l>
                        <l>Alone, withouten any companie,</l>
                        <l>Full tetouſly dight with hearbes ſote,</l>
                        <l>And he himſelfe as ſweet as is the rote</l>
                        <l>Of Licores, or of any Seduwall.</l>
                        <l>His almagiſte, and bookes great and ſmall.</l>
                        <l>His aſterlagour, longing for his art,</l>
                        <l>His augrim ſtones lying faire apart</l>
                        <l>On ſhelues all couched at his beds hed:</l>
                        <l>His preſſe icouered with a folding red,</l>
                        <l>And all aboue there lay a gay Sautrie,</l>
                        <l>On which he made on nights melodie,</l>
                        <l>So ſweetly, that all the chamber rong:</l>
                        <l>And <hi>Angelus ad virginem</hi> he ſong.</l>
                        <l>And after that he ſong the kings note,</l>
                        <l>Full oft bleſſed was his merry throte.</l>
                        <l>And thus the ſweet clarke all his time ſpent</l>
                        <l>After his friends finding and his rent.</l>
                        <l>This Carpenter had wedded new a wife,</l>
                        <l>Which that he loved more then his life:</l>
                        <l>Of eighteene yeare I geſſe ſhe was of age,</l>
                        <l>Iealous he was, and kept her ſtrait in cage,</l>
                        <l>For ſhe was wild and young: &amp; he was old,</l>
                        <l>And deemed himſelf to been a Cokewold.</l>
                        <l>* He knew not Cato, for his wit was rude,</l>
                        <l>That bade men wed her ſimilitude.</l>
                        <l>* Men ſhoulden wed after her eſtate,</l>
                        <l>For youth and elde is often at debate.</l>
                        <l>But ſith he was fallen in the ſnare,</l>
                        <l>He muſt enduren (as other folke) his care.</l>
                        <l>Faire was this young wife, and therewithall</l>
                        <l>As any Wiſele her bodie gentle and ſmall.</l>
                        <l>A ſeinte ſhe weared, barred all with ſilke,</l>
                        <l>A barme cloth, as white as morrow milke</l>
                        <l>Vpon her lendes, full of many a gore.</l>
                        <l>White was her ſmock, embrouded all before</l>
                        <l>And eke behind, on her colere about,</l>
                        <l>Of cole blacke ſilke, within and eke without.</l>
                        <l>The tapes of her white volipere</l>
                        <l>Were of the ſame ſute of her colere.</l>
                        <l>Her fillet broad of ſilke, and ſet full hie,</l>
                        <l>And ſikerly, ſhe had a likerous eie:</l>
                        <l>Full ſmall ypulled were her browes two</l>
                        <l>And tho were bent, and blacke as any ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>o.</l>
                        <l>She was much more bliſful for to ſee</l>
                        <l>Than is the new Perienet tree:</l>
                        <l>And ſofter than the wool is of a weather.</l>
                        <l>And by her girdle hung a purſe of leather</l>
                        <l>Taſſed with ſilke, and perled with latoun,</l>
                        <l>In all this world to ſeeken up and down</l>
                        <l>There nis no man ſo wiſe, that couth thence</l>
                        <l>So gay a popelote, or ſo gay a wench.</l>
                        <l>Full brighter was the ſhining of her hew,</l>
                        <l>Then in the toure the Noble forged new.</l>
                        <l>But of her ſong it was ſo loud and yerne,</l>
                        <l>As any ſwallow ſitting on a berne:</l>
                        <l>Thereto ſhe couth skip, and make a game,</l>
                        <l>As any Kid or Calfe following his dame.</l>
                        <l>Her mouth was ſweet, as braket or the meth</l>
                        <l>Or hord of Apples, lying in hay or heth.</l>
                        <l>Winſing ſhe was, as is a jolly colt,</l>
                        <l>Long as a maſt, and upright as a bolt.</l>
                        <l>A brooch ſhe bare on her ſow collere,</l>
                        <l>As broad as the boſſe of a bucklere.</l>
                        <l>Her ſhoes were laced on her legs hie:</l>
                        <l>She was a primroſe and a piggeſnie,</l>
                        <l>For any lord to liggen in his bed,</l>
                        <l>Or yet for any good yoman to wed.</l>
                        <l>Now ſir, and eft ſir, ſo befell the caas,</l>
                        <l>That on a day this Hende Nicholas</l>
                        <l>Fell with this yong wife to rage and pley,</l>
                        <l>While that her husband was at Oſeney:</l>
                        <l>As clerkes ben full ſubtill and queint,</l>
                        <l>And priuily he caught her by the queint</l>
                        <l>And ſaied: I wis but I haue my will,</l>
                        <l>For derne loue of thee lemman I ſpill:</l>
                        <l>And held her full faſt by the haunch bones,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied: lemman loue me well at ones,</l>
                        <l>Or I woll dien alſo God me ſaue.</l>
                        <l>And ſhe ſprong as a colt in a traue:</l>
                        <l>And with her head ſhe wrieth faſt away,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied: I woll not kiſs thee by my fay<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
                        </l>
                        <l>Why let be (qd. ſhe) let be Nicholas,</l>
                        <l>Or I woll crie out harrow and alas.</l>
                        <l>Doe away your hands for your courteſie.</l>
                        <l>This Nicholas gan mercy for to crie,</l>
                        <l>And ſpake ſo faire. and profered him ſo faſt,</l>
                        <l>That ſhe her loue graunted him at laſt,</l>
                        <l>
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And ſwore her oth by S. Thomas of Rent,</l>
                        <l>That ſhe would been at his commandement,</l>
                        <l>When that ſhe may her leiſure well eſpie.</l>
                        <l>My husband is ſo full of jealouſie,</l>
                        <l>That but ye wait well, and be priue,</l>
                        <l>I wot right well I nam but dead qd. ſhe.</l>
                        <l>Ye mote be full derne as in this caas.</l>
                        <l>Nay thereof care ye not qd. Nicholas:</l>
                        <l>* A clarke had litherly beſet his while,</l>
                        <l>But if he couth a Carpenter beguile.</l>
                        <l>And thus they were accorded and y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>worne</l>
                        <l>To awaiten a time as I haue ſaid beforne.</l>
                        <l>And when Nicholas had don thus euery dele,</l>
                        <l>And thacked her about the lends wele,</l>
                        <l>He kiſſed her ſweet, then taketh his Sautrie</l>
                        <l>And plaieth faſt, and maketh melodie.</l>
                        <l>Then fell it thus, that to the pariſh chirch</l>
                        <l>(Chriſtes owne workes for to wirch)</l>
                        <l>This good wife went upon a holy day:</l>
                        <l>Her forehead ſhone as bright as any day,</l>
                        <l>So was it waſh, when ſhe lete her werke.</l>
                        <l>Now was there of the chirch a pariſh clerke,</l>
                        <l>The whiche that was cleaped Abſolon,</l>
                        <l>Croule was his haire, and as gold it ſhon,</l>
                        <l>And ſtrouted as a fanne large and brode,</l>
                        <l>Full ſtraight and even lay his jolly ſhode,</l>
                        <l>His rode was red, his eyen gray as Goos,</l>
                        <l>With Poles windowes coruen on his ſhoos.</l>
                        <l>In hoſen redde he went fetouſly,</l>
                        <l>Gird he was full ſmall and properly,</l>
                        <l>All in a kirtle of light waget:</l>
                        <l>Full faire and thicke been the points ſet,</l>
                        <l>And thereupon he had a gay ſurpliſe,</l>
                        <l>As white as the bloſſome on the riſe.</l>
                        <l>A merrie child he was, ſo God me ſaue,</l>
                        <l>Well coud he let bloud, clippe, and ſhaue,</l>
                        <l>And make a charter of lond, and a quitaunce:</l>
                        <l>In twenty manner coud he trip and daunce,</l>
                        <l>After the ſchoole of Oxenford tho,</l>
                        <l>And with his legs caſten to and fro:</l>
                        <l>And play ſongs on a ſmall Ribible,</l>
                        <l>Thereto he ſong ſometime a loud quinible:</l>
                        <l>And as well coud he play on a Geterne.</l>
                        <l>In all the toune nas brewhouſe ne Tauerne,</l>
                        <l>There as any gay girle or Tapſtere was,</l>
                        <l>That he ne viſited with his ſolas,</l>
                        <l>But ſooth to ſay he was ſomwhat ſquaimus</l>
                        <l>Of farting, and of ſpeech daungerous.</l>
                        <l>This Abſolon, that was jolly and gay,</l>
                        <l>Goeth with a Cenſer on a Sunday,</l>
                        <l>Cenſing the wiues of the pariſh faſt,</l>
                        <l>And many a louely looke on hem he caſt,</l>
                        <l>And namely on this Carpenters wife:</l>
                        <l>To looke on her him thought a merry life.</l>
                        <l>She was ſo proper, and ſweet as Licorous.</l>
                        <l>I dare well ſaine, if the had been a Mous,</l>
                        <l>And he a Cat, he would haue her he<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                              <desc>••</desc>
                           </gap> anon.</l>
                        <l>This pariſh clerke, this jolly abſolon</l>
                        <l>Hath in his heart ſuch a loue longing,</l>
                        <l>That of no wife he tooke none offering,</l>
                        <l>For courteſie he ſaied he would haue none.</l>
                        <l>The moon when it was night ful bright ſhone,</l>
                        <l>And Abſolon his Geterne hath ytake,</l>
                        <l>For paramours he thought for to wake,</l>
                        <l>And foorth he goeth, jealous and amorous,</l>
                        <l>Till he came to the Carpenters hous,</l>
                        <l>A little after the Cockes had yerow.</l>
                        <l>And dreſſed him by a ſhot window,</l>
                        <l>That was upon the Carpenters wall:</l>
                        <l>He ſingeth in his voice gentle and ſmall,</l>
                        <l>Now deare lady, if that thy will it be,</l>
                        <l>I pray you that ye would rew on me:</l>
                        <l>Full well according to his Geterning.</l>
                        <l>This Carpenter awoke, &amp; heard him ſing,</l>
                        <l>And ſpake unto his wife and ſaid anon,</l>
                        <l>What Aliſon, heares thou not Abſolon,</l>
                        <l>That chaunteth thus vnder our boures wall?</l>
                        <l>And ſhe anſwerd her husband therewithall,</l>
                        <l>Yes God wot, I heare him euery dele.</l>
                        <l>This paſſeth forth, what wol ye bet then wele:</l>
                        <l>Fro day to day this jolly Abſolon</l>
                        <l>So woeth her, that him was woe begon.</l>
                        <l>He waketh all the night, and all the day,</l>
                        <l>He kembeth his locks broad, &amp; made him gay</l>
                        <l>He woeth her by meanes and brocage,</l>
                        <l>And ſwore that he would been her own page.</l>
                        <l>He ſingeth brokking as a Nighttingale:</l>
                        <l>He ſent her piment, methe, and ſpiced ale,</l>
                        <l>And wafres piping hot out of the glede:</l>
                        <l>And for ſhe was of roun, he profered her mede.</l>
                        <l>For ſome folke woll be won for richeſſe,</l>
                        <l>And ſome for ſtrokes, &amp; ſome with gentleneſſe.</l>
                        <l>Somtime to ſhew his lightneſſe &amp; maſtrie</l>
                        <l>He plaieth Heraudes on a skaffold hie.</l>
                        <l>But what auaileth him as in this caas?</l>
                        <l>So loueth ſhe this Hende Nicholas,</l>
                        <l>* That Abſolon may blow the Buckes horne:</l>
                        <l>He ne had for his labour but a ſcorne,</l>
                        <l>And thus ſhe maketh Abſolon her ape,</l>
                        <l>And all his requeſt tourneth to a yape.</l>
                        <l>Forſooth this proverbe it is no lie,</l>
                        <l>* Men ſay thus alway, that the nye ſlie</l>
                        <l>Still maketh the ferre loue to be lothe:</l>
                        <l>For though that Abſolon be wood or wrothe,</l>
                        <l>Becauſe that he ferre was from her ſight,</l>
                        <l>This nie Nicholas ſtood in his light.</l>
                        <l>But now beare thee well Hend Nicholas,</l>
                        <l>For Abſolon may waile and ſing alas.</l>
                        <l>And ſo befell it on a Saterday,</l>
                        <l>This Carpenter was gone to Oſnay,</l>
                        <l>And Hende Nicholas and Aliſon</l>
                        <l>Accorded were to this concluſion,</l>
                        <l>That Nicholas ſhould ſhapen hem a while</l>
                        <l>This ſilly jealous Carpenter to beguile:</l>
                        <l>And if ſo be the game went aright,</l>
                        <l>She ſhould ſleep in his armes all night,</l>
                        <l>For this was his deſire and hers alſo.</l>
                        <l>And right anon, withouten words mo,</l>
                        <l>This Nicholas no longer would tarie,</l>
                        <l>But doth full ſoft vnto his chamber carie</l>
                        <l>Both meat and drinke for a day or twey.</l>
                        <l>And to her husbond had her for to ſey,</l>
                        <l>If that he asked after Nicholas,</l>
                        <l>She ſhould aunſwere ſhe mſt where he was:</l>
                        <l>Of all that day ſhe ſaw him not with eie,</l>
                        <l>She trowed he was in ſome maladie.</l>
                        <l>For no crie that ſhe or her maid coud call</l>
                        <l>He nold anſwer, for nought that might befall.</l>
                        <l>Thus paſſeth forth all the like Saturday,</l>
                        <l>That Nicholas ſtill in his chamber lay,</l>
                        <l>And eat, dranke, and ſlept, &amp; did what him liſt</l>
                        <l>Till Sunday, that the ſunne goeth to reſt.</l>
                        <l>
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This ſilly Carpenter hath great marueile</l>
                        <l>Of Nicholas, or what thing might him eile,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid: I am adrad by ſaint Thomas</l>
                        <l>It ſtondeth not aright with Nicholas.</l>
                        <l>God ſhilde that he died ſodainely:</l>
                        <l>This world is now full tickle ſekerly.</l>
                        <l>I ſaw to day a corſe horne to cherch,</l>
                        <l>That now on monday laſt I ſaw him werch.</l>
                        <l>Goe up (qd. he unto his knaue) anone,</l>
                        <l>Cleape at his dore, &amp; knocke faſt with a ſtone:</l>
                        <l>Looke how it is, and tell me boldely.</l>
                        <l>This knaue goeth him vp full ſturdely,</l>
                        <l>And at the chamber dore while that he ſtood,</l>
                        <l>He cried and knocked as he were wood:</l>
                        <l>What how? what doe ye maiſter Nicholay?</l>
                        <l>How may ye ſleepen all this long day?</l>
                        <l>But all for nought, he heard not a word.</l>
                        <l>A hole he found full low vpon a bord,</l>
                        <l>There as the cat was wont in to creepe,</l>
                        <l>And at that hole he looked in full deepe,</l>
                        <l>And at the laſt he had of him a ſight.</l>
                        <l>This Nicholas ſat euer gaping vpright,</l>
                        <l>As he had keyked on the new moone.</l>
                        <l>Adowne he goeth, &amp; told his maiſter ſoone,</l>
                        <l>In what array he ſaw this ylke man.</l>
                        <l>This carpenter to bliſſen him began,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid: now helpe vs ſaint Frideſwide.</l>
                        <l>A man wote little what ſhall him betide.</l>
                        <l>This man is fallen with his Aſtronomie</l>
                        <l>In ſome woodneſſe or in ſome agonie.</l>
                        <l>I thought aye well how it ſhoulden be,</l>
                        <l>* Men ſhoulden not know of Gods priuite.</l>
                        <l>Yea bleſſed be alway the leaud man,</l>
                        <l>* That naught but only his beleefe can.</l>
                        <l>Right ſo ferd another clarke with aſtronomy,</l>
                        <l>He walked into the fields for to pry</l>
                        <l>Vpon the ſtarre, to wete what ſhould befall,</l>
                        <l>Till he was in a marlepit yfall,</l>
                        <l>He ſaw not that: yet by ſaint Thomas</l>
                        <l>Me reweth ſore on Hende Nicholas:</l>
                        <l>He ſhall be arated out of his ſtudying,</l>
                        <l>If that I may, by Ieſus heauen king.</l>
                        <l>Get me a ſtaffe, that I may underſpore</l>
                        <l>While that thou Robin heaueſt vp the dore:</l>
                        <l>He ſhall out of his ſtudying, as I geſſe.</l>
                        <l>And to the chamber dore he gan him dreſſe.</l>
                        <l>His knaue was a ſtrong carle for the nones,</l>
                        <l>And by the haſpe bare vp the dore at ones,</l>
                        <l>Into the floore the dore fell anone.</l>
                        <l>This Nicholas ſat as ſtill as any ſtone,</l>
                        <l>And euer gaped vpward into the aire.</l>
                        <l>This carpenter wend he were in deſpaire,</l>
                        <l>And hent him by the ſhoulders mightily,</l>
                        <l>And ſhoke him hard, and cried pitouſly,</l>
                        <l>What Nicholas, what? how looke adoun:</l>
                        <l>Awake, and thinke on Chriſts paſſioun.</l>
                        <l>I crouch the from elues, &amp; from wiked wights:</l>
                        <l>Therewith the night ſpell he ſaid anon rights</l>
                        <l>On foure halues of the houſe about,</l>
                        <l>And on the dreſhfold of the dore without,</l>
                        <l>Ieſu Chriſt, and ſainte Benedight</l>
                        <l>Bliſſe this houſe from euery wicked wight:</l>
                        <l>Fro the nights mare, the wite Pater noſter,</l>
                        <l>* Where wonneſt thou ſaint Peters ſiſter?</l>
                        <l>And at the laſt this Hende Nicholas,</l>
                        <l>Gan for to ſike ſore, and ſaid alas:</l>
                        <l>Shall all this world be loſt eftſoones now?</l>
                        <l>This carpenter anſwerd: what ſaieſt thou?</l>
                        <l>What think on God, as we men do that ſwink.</l>
                        <l>This Nicholas anſwerd, fetch me drink,</l>
                        <l>And after woll I ſpeake in priuite</l>
                        <l>Of certaine things that toucheth thee &amp; me:</l>
                        <l>I woll tell it none other man certaine.</l>
                        <l>This carpenter goth doun, &amp; cometh againe,</l>
                        <l>And brought of mighty ale a large quart,</l>
                        <l>And when each of hem had dranken his part,</l>
                        <l>This Nicholas his chamber dore faſt ſhet,</l>
                        <l>And doune the carpenter by him ſet</l>
                        <l>And ſaid: Iohan hoaſt mine lefe and dere,</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhalt vpon thy trouth ſwere me here,</l>
                        <l>That to no wight thou ſhalt my counſel wrey:</l>
                        <l>For it is Chriſts counſaile that I ſay,</l>
                        <l>That if thou tell it any man, thou art forlore:</l>
                        <l>For this vengeance thou ſhalt haue therfore,</l>
                        <l>That if thou wray me, thou ſhalt be wood.</l>
                        <l>Nay Chriſt it forbid for his holy blood</l>
                        <l>Qd. tho this ſilly man, I am no blabbe</l>
                        <l>Ne though I ſay it, I nam not lefe to gabbe.</l>
                        <l>Say what thou wolt, I ſhall it neuer tell</l>
                        <l>To child ne wife, by him that harrowed hell.</l>
                        <l>Now Iohn (qd. Nicholas) I woll not lie,</l>
                        <l>I haue yfounden in mine aſtrologie,</l>
                        <l>As I haue looked in the Moone bright,</l>
                        <l>That now on munday next, at quarter night</l>
                        <l>Shall fall a raine, and that ſo wild and wood</l>
                        <l>That halfe ſo great was neuer Noes flood:</l>
                        <l>This world (he ſaid) in leſſe than in an houre</l>
                        <l>Shall all be orient, ſo hidous is the ſhoure:</l>
                        <l>Thus ſhall mankind drench, and leſe her life.</l>
                        <l>This carpenter anſwerd &amp; ſaid: alas my wife</l>
                        <l>And ſhall ſhe drench? Alas mine Aliſoun?</l>
                        <l>For ſorrow of this he fell almoſt adoun,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid: is there no remedy in this caas?</l>
                        <l>Yes yes full good (qd. Hende Nicholas)</l>
                        <l>If thou wolt werchafter lore and rede,</l>
                        <l>Thou maiſt not werchen after thine own hede:</l>
                        <l>For thus ſaith Salomon that was full trew,</l>
                        <l>* Worke all by counſel, &amp; thou ſhalt not rew.</l>
                        <l>And if thou wilt werken by good counſaile,</l>
                        <l>I vndertake, without maſt or ſaile</l>
                        <l>Yet ſhall I ſaue her, and thee and me.</l>
                        <l>Haſt thou not heard how ſaved was Noe,</l>
                        <l>When that our lord had warned him beforne,</l>
                        <l>That all the world with water ſhuld be lorne?</l>
                        <l>Yes (qd. the carpenter) full yore ago.</l>
                        <l>Haſt thou not heard (qd. Nicholas) alſo,</l>
                        <l>The ſorrow of Noe with his fellowſhip,</l>
                        <l>Or that he might get his wife to ſhip?</l>
                        <l>Him had leuer I dare well undertake</l>
                        <l>At thilke time, than all his wethers blake,</l>
                        <l>That ſhe had a ſhip her ſelfe alone:</l>
                        <l>And therfore woſt thou what is beſt to done?</l>
                        <l>* This asketh haſt, and of an haſty thing</l>
                        <l>Men may not preach ne make tarrying.</l>
                        <l>Anon goe get vs faſt into this inn</l>
                        <l>A kneding trough or els a kemelyn,</l>
                        <l>For ech of vs: but looke that they been large,</l>
                        <l>In which men mow ſwimmen as in a barge?</l>
                        <l>And haue therein victuals ſufficiaunt</l>
                        <l>But for a day, fie on the remnaunt:</l>
                        <l>The water ſhall aſlake and gone away</l>
                        <l>Abouten prime vpon the next day.</l>
                        <l>
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But Robin may not weten of this, thy knave,</l>
                        <l>Ne eke thy maid Gille I may not ſave:</l>
                        <l>Aske not why: for though thou aske me,</l>
                        <l>I woll not tellen Gods privite.</l>
                        <l>Sufficeth thee, but if thy wits be mad,</l>
                        <l>To haue as great a grace as Noe had:</l>
                        <l>Thy wife ſhall I well ſave out of doubt,</l>
                        <l>Goe now thy way, and ſpeed thee hereabout.</l>
                        <l>But when thou haſt for her, &amp; thee, and me,</l>
                        <l>Ygetten vs theſe kneading tubs thre,</l>
                        <l>Then ſhalt thou hang hem in the roofe full hie,</l>
                        <l>That no man of our purueyaunce eſpie:</l>
                        <l>And when thou haſt don thus as I haue ſaid,</l>
                        <l>And haſt our vitaile faire in hem ylaid,</l>
                        <l>And eke an axe to ſmite the cord arwo</l>
                        <l>When the water commeth, that we may go,</l>
                        <l>And breake an hole on high vpon the gable</l>
                        <l>Vnto the garden ward, ouer the ſtable,</l>
                        <l>That we may freely paſſen forth our way,</l>
                        <l>When that the great ſhoure is gone away,</l>
                        <l>Then ſhalt thou ſwim as mery I vndertake,</l>
                        <l>As doth the white ducke after her drake:</l>
                        <l>Then woll I cleape, how Aliſon, how Iohn</l>
                        <l>Be merry: for the flood woll paſſe anon:</l>
                        <l>And thou wolt ſaine, haile maiſter Nicholay,</l>
                        <l>Good morrow, for I ſee well that it is day:</l>
                        <l>And then we ſhall be lords all our life</l>
                        <l>Of all the world, as was Noe and his wife.</l>
                        <l>But of one thing I warne thee full right,</l>
                        <l>Be well auiſed on that ilke night,</l>
                        <l>That we benentred into the ſhips bord,</l>
                        <l>That none of us ne ſpeake not a word,</l>
                        <l>Ne clepe ne crie, but been in his prayere,</l>
                        <l>For ſo to done it is Gods owne heſt dere.</l>
                        <l>Thy wife &amp; thou mote hang fer a twinne,</l>
                        <l>For that betwixt you ſhall be no ſinne,</l>
                        <l>No more in looking than there ſhall in deed:</l>
                        <l>This ordinaunce is ſaid, go God thee ſpeed.</l>
                        <l>To morow at night, when men ben all aſleepe,</l>
                        <l>Into our kneading tubs woll we creepe,</l>
                        <l>And ſitten there, abiding Gods grace:</l>
                        <l>Go now thy way, I haue no longer ſpace</l>
                        <l>To make of this no longer ſermoning:</l>
                        <l>* Men ſaine thus: ſend the wiſe &amp; ſay nothing:</l>
                        <l>Thou art ſo wiſe, it needeth thee not teach,</l>
                        <l>Goe ſaue our liues, and that I thee beſeech.</l>
                        <l>This ſilly carpenter goeth forth his way,</l>
                        <l>Full oft he ſaid alas, and welaway,</l>
                        <l>And to his wife he told his privite,</l>
                        <l>And ſhe was ware, and knew it bet than he</l>
                        <l>What all this queint caſt for to ſey:</l>
                        <l>But natheles, ſhe ferde as ſhe would dey,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid, alas, go forth thy way anone,</l>
                        <l>Helpe vs to ſcape, or we be dead eachone:</l>
                        <l>I am thy true very wedded wife,</l>
                        <l>Go deare ſpouſe, and help to ſaue our life.</l>
                        <l>* Lo, what a great thing is affection,</l>
                        <l>Men may die of imagination,</l>
                        <l>So deep may impreſſion be take.</l>
                        <l>This ſilly carpenter beginneth to quake:</l>
                        <l>Him thinketh verily that he may ſee</l>
                        <l>Noes flood come waltering as the ſee</l>
                        <l>To drenchen Aliſon, his hony dere:</l>
                        <l>He weepeth, waileth, and maketh ſory chere,</l>
                        <l>He ſiketh, with many a ſorry thought,</l>
                        <l>He goth, and geteth him a kneading trough,</l>
                        <l>And after a tub, and a kemelin,</l>
                        <l>And priuily he ſent hem to his in:</l>
                        <l>And hing hem in the roofe full priuilie.</l>
                        <l>With his own hand he made him ladders thre</l>
                        <l>To climben by the ronges, and by the ſtalkes</l>
                        <l>Into the tubs honging by the balkes,</l>
                        <l>And hem vitailed, both trough and tubbe,</l>
                        <l>With bread and cheeſe, &amp; good ale in a iubbe:</l>
                        <l>Sufficing right ynow as for a day.</l>
                        <l>But er that he had made all this array,</l>
                        <l>He ſent his knaue, and eke his weuch alſo</l>
                        <l>Vpon his need to London for to go,</l>
                        <l>And on the munday, when it drew to night,</l>
                        <l>He ſhut his dore, without candle light,</l>
                        <l>And dreſſed all thing as it ſhould bee.</l>
                        <l>And ſhortly they clomben vp all three.</l>
                        <l>They ſitten ſtill not fully a furlong way,</l>
                        <l>Now pater noſter clum, ſaid Nicholay,</l>
                        <l>And clum qd. Iohan, and clum ſaid Aliſon:</l>
                        <l>This carpenter ſaid his deuotion,</l>
                        <l>And ſtill he ſit, and biddeth his prayere</l>
                        <l>Awayting on the raine, if he it here.</l>
                        <l>The dead ſleepe, for wery buſineſſe</l>
                        <l>Fell on this carpenter, right as I geſſe</l>
                        <l>About curfewe time, or little more:</l>
                        <l>For trauaile of his ghoſt he groneth ſore,</l>
                        <l>And eſt he routeth, for his head miſlay:</l>
                        <l>And doune the ladder ſtalketh Nicholay,</l>
                        <l>And Aliſon full loft after ſhe ſped:</l>
                        <l>Withouten words mo they went to bed</l>
                        <l>There as the carpenter was wont to lie,</l>
                        <l>There was the reuell, and the melodie.</l>
                        <l>And thus lieth Aliſon and Nicholas</l>
                        <l>In buſineſſe of mirth and ſolas,</l>
                        <l>Till that the bell of laudes gan to ring,</l>
                        <l>And Freres in the chaunſell gone to ſing.</l>
                        <l>This pariſh clerke, this amorous Abſolon,</l>
                        <l>That is for loue alway ſo wo bygon,</l>
                        <l>Vpon the monday was at Oſenay</l>
                        <l>With company, him to diſport and play:</l>
                        <l>And aſked vpon a caſe a cloiſterere</l>
                        <l>Full priuily, after Iohn the carpentere:</l>
                        <l>And he drew him apart out of the chirch,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid I not: I ſaw him not here wirch</l>
                        <l>Sith ſaturday, I trow that he be went</l>
                        <l>For timbre, there our Abbot hath him ſent.</l>
                        <l>For he is wont for timbre for to go,</l>
                        <l>And dwellen at the graunge a day or two:</l>
                        <l>Or els he is at his houſe certaine,</l>
                        <l>Where that he be, I cannot ſorthly ſaine.</l>
                        <l>this Abſolon full iolly was and light,</l>
                        <l>And thouȝt, now is my time to walk all night</l>
                        <l>For ſikerly, I ſaw him nat ſtering</l>
                        <l>About his dore, ſith day began to ſpring.</l>
                        <l>So mote I thriue, I ſhall at cockes crow</l>
                        <l>Full priuily knocke at his window,</l>
                        <l>That ſtant full low vpon his boures wall:</l>
                        <l>To Aliſon woll I now tellen all</l>
                        <l>My loue longing: for yet I ſhall not miſſe.</l>
                        <l>That at the leaſt way I ſhall her kiſſe.</l>
                        <l>Some manner comfort ſhall I haue parfay,</l>
                        <l>My mouth hath itched all this long day:</l>
                        <l>That is a ſigne of kiſſing at the leaſt.</l>
                        <l>All night me mette eke, that I was at a feaſt.</l>
                        <l>Therefore I woll goe ſleepe an houre or twey.</l>
                        <l>And all the night than woll I walke and pley.</l>
                        <l>
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When that the firſt cocke hath crow anon,</l>
                        <l>Vp riſt this iolly louer Abſolon,</l>
                        <l>And him arayeth gay, and in queint deuice:</l>
                        <l>But firſt he cheweth greins and licorice,</l>
                        <l>To ſmellen ſote, or he had kempt his here,</l>
                        <l>Vnder his tongue a true loue he bere,</l>
                        <l>For thereby he wend to been graciouſe.</l>
                        <l>He cometh to the carpenters houſe,</l>
                        <l>And ſtill he ſtant under the ſhot window,</l>
                        <l>Vnto his breaſt it raught, it was ſo low:</l>
                        <l>And ſoft he knocked with a ſemely ſoun.</l>
                        <l>What doe you honycombe, ſweet Aliſoun?</l>
                        <l>My faire bird, and my ſweet ſinnamon:</l>
                        <l>Awake lemman mine, and ſpeketh to Abſolon</l>
                        <l>Full little thinken ye upon my wo,</l>
                        <l>That for your loue I ſwelt there as I go.</l>
                        <l>No wonder is though I ſwelt and ſweat,</l>
                        <l>I mourne as doth the lambe after the teat.</l>
                        <l>I wis lemman, I haue ſuch loue longing,</l>
                        <l>That like a Turtle true is my mourning.</l>
                        <l>I may not eaten no more than may a maid.</l>
                        <l>Go fro the window iacke fool, ſhe ſaid:</l>
                        <l>As help me God and ſweet ſaint Iame,</l>
                        <l>I loue another, or els I were to blame</l>
                        <l>Well bet than thee (by Ieſu) Abſolon:</l>
                        <l>Goe forth thy way, or I woll caſt a ſtone,</l>
                        <l>* And let me ſleepe, a twenty diuell way.</l>
                        <l>Alas, qd. Abſolon, and welaway,</l>
                        <l>That true loue was euer ſo yuell beſette:</l>
                        <l>Then kiſſe me, ſince it may be no bette</l>
                        <l>For Ieſus loue, and for the loue of me.</l>
                        <l>Wilt thou then go thy way therewith, qd. ſhe?</l>
                        <l>Ye tertes lemman, qd. this Abſolon.</l>
                        <l>Then make thee ready, (qd. ſhe) I come anon.</l>
                        <l>And vnto Nicholas ſhe ſaid, be ſtill,</l>
                        <l>Now peace, and thou ſhalt laugh thy fill.</l>
                        <l>This Abſolon doun ſet him on his knees,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid: I am a lord at all degrees:</l>
                        <l>For after this I hope there commeth more.</l>
                        <l>Lemman thy grace, and ſweet bird thy nore.</l>
                        <l>The window ſhe vndoth, and that in haſt,</l>
                        <l>Haue do (qd. ſhe) come off and ſpeed thee faſt,</l>
                        <l>Leaſt that our neighbours thee eſpie.</l>
                        <l>This Abſolon gan wipe his mouth full drie.</l>
                        <l>Darke was the night as any pitch or cole,</l>
                        <l>And at the window ſhe put out her ers hole,</l>
                        <l>And Abſolon ſped neither bet ne wers,</l>
                        <l>But with his mouth he kiſt her bare ers</l>
                        <l>Full ſauorly: and as he was ware of this,</l>
                        <l>Abacke he ſtert, and thought it was amis,</l>
                        <l>For well he wiſt a woman had no berde,</l>
                        <l>He felt a thing all rowe, and long herde,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid: fie, alas what haue I do?</l>
                        <l>Te he (qd. ſhe) and clapt the window to,</l>
                        <l>And Abſolon goeth forth a ſorrie paas.</l>
                        <l>A heard, a beard, ſaid Hende Nicholas,</l>
                        <l>By gods corpus, this goeth faire and wele.</l>
                        <l>This ſilly Abſolon heard it every dele,</l>
                        <l>And on his lip he gan for anger bite,</l>
                        <l>And to himſelue he ſaid, I ſhall thee quite.</l>
                        <l>Who rubbeth now, who froteth now his lips</l>
                        <l>With duſt, with ſond, with ſtraw, &amp; with chips</l>
                        <l>But Abſolon? that ſaith full oft alas,</l>
                        <l>My ſoule be take I to Sathanas,</l>
                        <l>But me were lever than all this toun, qd. he,</l>
                        <l>Of this deſpight awreken for to be.</l>
                        <l>Alas, qd. he, alas that I ne had bleint,</l>
                        <l>His hot loue is cold, and all yqueint.</l>
                        <l>For fro the time that he had kiſt her ers,</l>
                        <l>Of paramours he ſet not a kers,</l>
                        <l>For he was healed of his maladie,</l>
                        <l>Full oft paramours he gan defie.</l>
                        <l>And weepe as doth a child that is ybete.</l>
                        <l>A ſoft pace he went ouer the ſtrete</l>
                        <l>Vnto a ſmith, men callen dan Gerueys,</l>
                        <l>That in his forge ſmiteth plow harneis,</l>
                        <l>He ſharpeth ſhares and culters buſily.</l>
                        <l>This Abſolon knocketh all eaſily,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid vndo Gerueys, and that anon.</l>
                        <l>What who art thou? It am I Abſolon.</l>
                        <l>What Abſolon, what for Chriſts ſweet tre,</l>
                        <l>Why riſe ye ſo rath? eye benedicite</l>
                        <l>What eileth you? ſome gay girle God it wote</l>
                        <l>Hath brought you thus on the merytote:</l>
                        <l>By ſaint Neotes, ye wote wele what I mene.</l>
                        <l>This Abſolon ne raught not a bene</l>
                        <l>Of all his play, no word againe he gaffe,</l>
                        <l>* He had more towe vpon his diſtaffe</l>
                        <l>Than Garuays knew, &amp; ſaid friend ſo dere,</l>
                        <l>The hot culter in the chimney here</l>
                        <l>As lene it me, I haue therewith to done:</l>
                        <l>I woll bring it thee againe full ſone.</l>
                        <l>Geruays anſwerd: certes were it gold,</l>
                        <l>Or in a poke nobles all vntold,</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhouldeſt it haue, as I am true ſmith:</l>
                        <l>Eye Chriſts foot, what wol ye don therwith?</l>
                        <l>Thereof (qd. Abſolon) be as be may</l>
                        <l>I ſhall well tellen thee by to morrow day.</l>
                        <l>And caught the culter by the cold ſtele,</l>
                        <l>Full ſoft out at the dore gan he ſtele,</l>
                        <l>And went vnto the carpenters wall:</l>
                        <l>He coughed firſt, and knocked therewithall</l>
                        <l>Vpon the window, right as he did ere.</l>
                        <l>This Aliſon anſwerd: who is there</l>
                        <l>That knocketh ſo? I warrant hee is a thefe.</l>
                        <l>Why nay (qd. he) God wot my ſweet lefe,</l>
                        <l>I am thine Abſolon, thine owne derling:</l>
                        <l>Of gold (qd. he) I haue thee brought a ring,</l>
                        <l>My mother yaue it me, ſo God me ſaue,</l>
                        <l>Full fine it is, and thereto well ygraue:</l>
                        <l>This woll I yeue thee, if thou me kiſſe.</l>
                        <l>This Nicholas was riſen for to piſſe,</l>
                        <l>And thought he would amenden all the iape,</l>
                        <l>He ſhould kiſſe his ers ere that he ſcape:</l>
                        <l>And vp the window did he haſtily,</l>
                        <l>And out his ers he put full priuily</l>
                        <l>With all his buttocke, to the haunch been:</l>
                        <l>And therwith ſpake this clerke, this Abſolon,</l>
                        <l>Speak ſweet bird, I not where thou art.</l>
                        <l>This Nicholas anon let fleen a fart,</l>
                        <l>As great as it had been a thunder dent,</l>
                        <l>That with the ſtroke he was well nie yb<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>ent:</l>
                        <l>And he was readie with his yron hote,</l>
                        <l>And Nicholas in the arſe he ſmote.</l>
                        <l>Off goeth the skin a hondbrede about,</l>
                        <l>The hot cultor brend ſo his tout,</l>
                        <l>That for the ſmart he wend for to die,</l>
                        <l>As he were wood, he gan for to crie,</l>
                        <l>Helpe, water, water, for Gods hert.</l>
                        <l>This carpenter out of his ſlumber ſlert,</l>
                        <l>And heard one crie water, as he were wood,</l>
                        <l>And thought, alas how commeth Noes flood,</l>
                        <l>
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And ſet him vp withouten words mo,</l>
                        <l>And with an axe, he ſmote the corde at wo:</l>
                        <l>And doun goeth all, he found neither to ſell</l>
                        <l>Bread ne ale, but doune ſhortly he fell</l>
                        <l>Vpon the floore, and there a ſwowne he lay.</l>
                        <l>Vp ſtert then Aliſon and Hende Nicholay</l>
                        <l>And cried out, and harrow in the ſtreet.</l>
                        <l>The neighbors about both ſmall and great</l>
                        <l>In ronne, for to gauren on this man,</l>
                        <l>That in a ſwoune lay, all paliſh and wan:</l>
                        <l>For with that fall broſten hath he his arme,</l>
                        <l>But ſtonden he muſt vnto his owne harme.</l>
                        <l>For when he ſpake, he was yborne adoun</l>
                        <l>With Hende Nicholas and Aliſoun,</l>
                        <l>They told euery man that he was wood</l>
                        <l>He was agaſt ſo ſore of Noes flood</l>
                        <l>Through fantaſie, that of his vanite,</l>
                        <l>He had getten him kneading tubs thre,</l>
                        <l>And had hem honged in the roofe aboue</l>
                        <l>And that he paried hem for Gods loue</l>
                        <l>To ſitten in the roofe par companie.</l>
                        <l>The folke gan laughen at his fantaſie,</l>
                        <l>And into the roofe they kyken and they gape,</l>
                        <l>And turned all his earneſt into a jape,</l>
                        <l>For what ſo this carpenter anſwerd,</l>
                        <l>It was for nought, no man his reaſon herd,</l>
                        <l>With othes great, he was yſworne adoun,</l>
                        <l>That he was holden wood in all that toun.</l>
                        <l>* For euerich clerke anon held with other,</l>
                        <l>They ſaid the man was wood, my leue brother,</l>
                        <l>And euery wight gan laughen at this ſtrife.</l>
                        <l>Thus ſwiued was the carpenters wife,</l>
                        <l>For all his keeping, and his jealouſie:</l>
                        <l>* And Abſolon hath kiſt her nether eie,</l>
                        <l>And Nicholas is ſcalded in the tout,</l>
                        <l>This tale is done, and God ſaue all the rout.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Reues Prologue.</head>
                     <l>WHen folke had laughed at this nice caas</l>
                     <l>Of Abſolon and Hende Nicholas,</l>
                     <l>Diuers folke hereof diuerſly they ſaid,</l>
                     <l>But for the more part they lough and plaid:</l>
                     <l>Ne at this tale I ſaw no man him greue,</l>
                     <l>But it were onely Oſwolde the Reue:</l>
                     <l>Becauſe he was of carpenters craft,</l>
                     <l>A little ire in his heart ylaft.</l>
                     <l>He gan to grutchen and blame it a lite:</l>
                     <l>Soothly (qd. he) full well couth I thee quite</l>
                     <l>With blearing of a proud Millers eie,</l>
                     <l>If that me liſt to ſpeake of ribaudrie.</l>
                     <l>But I am old, me luſt not play for age,</l>
                     <l>* Graſſe time is done, my fodder is forage:</l>
                     <l>This white top writeth mine old yeres,</l>
                     <l>Which ſometime yelow was, now white ben
min heres:</l>
                     <l>* But yet I fare as doth an open ers,</l>
                     <l>That ilke fruit is euer lenger the wers</l>
                     <l>Till it be rotten in molloke or in ſtre.</l>
                     <l>We old men, I dreaden ſo fare we,</l>
                     <l>Till we be rotten can we not be ripe,</l>
                     <l>* We hoppen alway, while the world wol pipe:</l>
                     <l>* For in our will there ſtiketh euer a naile,</l>
                     <l>To haue an hore head and a greene taile,</l>
                     <l>As hath a leke, for though our might be gone,</l>
                     <l>Our will deſireth folly euer in one:</l>
                     <l>For when we may not don, than wol we ſpe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken.</l>
                     <l>* Yet in our aſhen cold is fire yreken.</l>
                     <l>* Four gledes han we, which I ſhall deuiſe,</l>
                     <l>Auaunting, lying, anger, and couetiſe,</l>
                     <l>Theſe foure ſparkles longen unto elde:</l>
                     <l>Our old lims mow well been vnwelde,</l>
                     <l>But will ne ſhall not faile, that is ſooth.</l>
                     <l>* And yet have I alway a colts tooth,</l>
                     <l>As many a yeare as it is paſſed henne,</l>
                     <l>Since that my tap of life began to renne.</l>
                     <l>For ſikerly, when I was borne anone,</l>
                     <l>Death drew the tap of life, and let it gone:</l>
                     <l>And euer ſince hath the tap pronne,</l>
                     <l>Till that almoſt all emptie is the tonne.</l>
                     <l>The ſtreme of life now droppeth on the chimb,</l>
                     <l>* The ſilly tongue may well ring and climb</l>
                     <l>Of wretchedneſſe, that paſſed is full yore:</l>
                     <l>With old folke ſaue dotage is no more.</l>
                     <l>When that our hoſt had heard this ſermo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning,</l>
                     <l>He gan to ſpeake as lordly as a king,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid: what amounteth all this wit?</l>
                     <l>What ſhall we ſpeake all day of holy writ?</l>
                     <l>* The diuel I thinke made a Reue to preche</l>
                     <l>Or a ſouter, a ſhipman, or a leche.</l>
                     <l>Say forth thy tale, and tary not the time:</l>
                     <l>Lo Depford, and it is halfe way prime:</l>
                     <l>Lo Greenwiche, that many a ſhrew is in,</l>
                     <l>It were time thy tale for to begin.</l>
                     <l>Now ſirs then qd. this Oſwold the Reue,</l>
                     <l>I pray you all, that ye not you greue,</l>
                     <l>* That I anſwere, &amp; ſomedele ſet his houfe,</l>
                     <l>* For lefull it is with force, force off to ſhoufe.</l>
                     <l>This dronken Miller hath ytold vs here,</l>
                     <l>How that beguiled was a carpentere</l>
                     <l>Perauenture in ſcorne, for I am one:</l>
                     <l>And by your leaue, I ſhall him quite anon,</l>
                     <l>Right in his churles tearmes woll I ſpeke,</l>
                     <l>I pray to God his necke mote be to breke,</l>
                     <l>* He can well in mine eye ſeene a ſtalke,</l>
                     <l>But in his own he cannot ſeene a balke.</l>
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                        <argument>
                           <p>DEnyſe Simkin, the Miller of Trompington, deceiveth two Clarks of Schollars Hall in Cam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bridge,
in ſtealing their Corn; but they ſo uſe the matter, that they revenge the wrong to
the full. The Argument of this Tale is taken out of Bocchace in his Novels.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <head>¶The Reues Tale.</head>
                        <l>AT Trompington, not far fro Cam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bridge</l>
                        <l>There goth a brook, and ouer that a
bridge,</l>
                        <l>Vpon the which brooke there ſtant a mell:</l>
                        <l>And this is very ſooth, as I you tell.</l>
                        <l>A Miller was there dwelling many a day,</l>
                        <l>As any peacocke he was proud and gay:</l>
                        <l>Pipen he couth, and fiſhen, and nets bete,</l>
                        <l>And turne cups, and well wraſtle and ſhete.</l>
                        <l>Aye by his belt he bare a long pauade,</l>
                        <l>And of a ſword full trenchaunt was the blade.</l>
                        <l>A jolly popere bare he in his pouch,</l>
                        <l>Ther nas no man for perill durſt him touch.</l>
                        <l>A Shefeld thwitel bare he in his hoſe,</l>
                        <l>Round was his face, &amp; camiſed was his noſe.</l>
                        <l>As pilled as an ape was his skull,</l>
                        <l>He was a market beater at the full.</l>
                        <l>There durſten no wight hond on him ledge,</l>
                        <l>But he ne ſwore he ſhould ſore abedge.</l>
                        <l>A theefe he was forſooth, of corne and mele,</l>
                        <l>And that a ſlie, and vſaunt for to ſtele.</l>
                        <l>His name was hoten Deynous Simkyn,</l>
                        <l>A wife he had, comen of noble kin:</l>
                        <l>The parſon of the toune her father was,</l>
                        <l>With her he yafe full many a panne of bras.</l>
                        <l>For that Simkyn ſhould in his blood allie,</l>
                        <l>She was yfoſtered in a nunnerie:</l>
                        <l>For Simkyn would no wife, as he ſaid,</l>
                        <l>But ſhe were well ynouriſhed, and a maid,</l>
                        <l>To ſaue his eſtate of yomanrie.</l>
                        <l>And ſhe was proud, and pert as a pie,</l>
                        <l>A full faire ſight was it to ſee hem two.</l>
                        <l>On holy daies beforne her would he go</l>
                        <l>With his tipet wounden about his heed,</l>
                        <l>And ſhe came after in a gite of reed,</l>
                        <l>And Simkyn had hoſen of the ſame.</l>
                        <l>There durſt no wight clepen her but dame:</l>
                        <l>Was none ſo hardy, that went by the way,</l>
                        <l>That with her once durſt rage or play,</l>
                        <l>But if he would be ſlaine of Simkyn</l>
                        <l>With pauade, or with knife, or bodkin.</l>
                        <l>* For jealous folkes been perilous euermo</l>
                        <l>Algates they would her wiues wenden ſo.</l>
                        <l>And eke for ſhe was ſomedele ſmoterliche:</l>
                        <l>She was as digne as water in a diche,</l>
                        <l>And as full of hoker, and of biſmare,</l>
                        <l>As though that a ladie ſhould her ſpare,</l>
                        <l>What for her kinred, and her norterly,</l>
                        <l>That ſhe had learned in the nonnery.</l>
                        <l>A doughter had they betwixt hem two</l>
                        <l>Of twenty yeare, withouten any mo,</l>
                        <l>Sauing a child was halfe a yeare of age,</l>
                        <l>In cradle it lay, and was a proper page.</l>
                        <l>This wench thicke and well ygrowne was,</l>
                        <l>With camiſed noſe and eyen gray as glas:</l>
                        <l>With buttockes broad, &amp; breſts round &amp; hie,</l>
                        <l>But right faire was her haire, I woll nat lie.</l>
                        <l>The parſon of the toune, for ſhe was faire,</l>
                        <l>In purpoſe was to maken her his haire</l>
                        <l>Both of his cattell, and of his meſuage,</l>
                        <l>And ſtraunge he made it of her mariage:</l>
                        <l>His purpoſe was to beſtowen her hie</l>
                        <l>Into ſome worthy blood of auncetrie.</l>
                        <l>For holy churches good mote been diſpended</l>
                        <l>On holy churches blood that is deſcended.</l>
                        <l>Therefore he would his holy blood honour,</l>
                        <l>Though that he holy church ſhould deuour.</l>
                        <l>Great ſoken hath this Miller out of dout</l>
                        <l>With wheat and malt, of all the land about,</l>
                        <l>And namely there was a great college</l>
                        <l>Men clepen it the Schollers Hall of Cam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>brege,</l>
                        <l>Ther was her wheat &amp; eke her malt iground.</l>
                        <l>And on a day it happed in a ſtound,</l>
                        <l>Sicke lay the Manciple on a maladie,</l>
                        <l>Men wenden wiſely that he ſhould die.</l>
                        <l>For which this miller ſtale both wheat &amp; corn</l>
                        <l>An hundred time more than he did biforn.</l>
                        <l>For there before, he ſtale but courteouſly,</l>
                        <l>But he now was a theefe outragiouſly:</l>
                        <l>For which the warden chid and made fare,</l>
                        <l>But thereof ſet the Miller not a tare,</l>
                        <l>He cracked, boſted, and ſwore it nas not ſo.</l>
                        <l>Then were there yong poor ſchollers two,</l>
                        <l>That dwelten in the Hall, of which I ſay,</l>
                        <l>Teſtife they were, and luſtie for to play:</l>
                        <l>And only for her mirth and reuely,</l>
                        <l>Vpon the Warden buſily they cry</l>
                        <l>To yeue hem leaue but a little ſtound,</l>
                        <l>To gone to mill, to ſee her corne yground:</l>
                        <l>And hardely they durſt lay her neck,</l>
                        <l>The Miller ſhould not ſteale hem halfe a peck</l>
                        <l>Of corne by ſleight, ne by force hem reue.</l>
                        <l>And at the laſt the warden yaue hem leue:</l>
                        <l>Iohan hight that one, &amp; Alein hight the other,</l>
                        <l>Of a town they were both, that hight Strother</l>
                        <l>Farre in the North, can I not tell where.</l>
                        <l>This Alein maketh alredy his gere,</l>
                        <l>And on a horſe the ſacke he caſt anon:</l>
                        <l>Forth goeth Alein the clerke, and alſo Iohn,</l>
                        <l>With good ſword and buckeler by her ſide.</l>
                        <l>Iohan knew the way, him needeth no guide,</l>
                        <l>And at the mill dore the ſacke down he layth.</l>
                        <l>Alein ſpake firſt: all haile Simken in fayth,</l>
                        <l>How fares thy faire doughter, and thy wife?</l>
                        <l>Alein welcome (qd. Simken) by my life,</l>
                        <l>And Iohn alſo: how now, what do ye here?</l>
                        <l>* By god Simond (qd. Iohn) need has no pere,</l>
                        <l>* Him behoues ſerue himſelfe that has no ſwaine,</l>
                        <l>Or els he is a foole, as clerkes ſaine.</l>
                        <l>Our Manciple I hope he will be dead,</l>
                        <l>Swa werkes aye the wange in his head:</l>
                        <l>And therefore is I come, and eke Alein,</l>
                        <l>To grind our corne and carry it home agein:</l>
                        <l>We pray you ſpeed vs home in that ye may.</l>
                        <l>It ſhall be done (qd. Simkin) by my fay:</l>
                        <l>What woll you done while it is in hand?</l>
                        <l>By God, right by the hopper woll I ſtand,</l>
                        <l>
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Qd. Iohn: &amp; ſeen howgates the corn goth in,</l>
                        <l>Yet ſaw I neuer by my father kin,</l>
                        <l>How that the hopper waggs to and fra.</l>
                        <l>Alein anſwerd: Iohan wilt thou ſa?</l>
                        <l>Then woll I ſtand beneath by my croune,</l>
                        <l>And ſee how the meale falleth adoune</l>
                        <l>Into the troghe, that ſhall be my diſport:</l>
                        <l>Qd. Iohn, in ſay I may been of your ſort,</l>
                        <l>I is as ill a Miller as is ye.</l>
                        <l>This Miller ſmileth at her nicite,</l>
                        <l>And thought all his done for a wile,</l>
                        <l>They wene that no man may hem beguile,</l>
                        <l>* But by my thrift yet ſhall I bleare her eie,</l>
                        <l>For all the ſleight in her philoſophie,</l>
                        <l>The more queint clerks that they themſelves make,</l>
                        <l>The more woll I ſteale when I gin to take:</l>
                        <l>* Inſteed of flour yet, woll I give hem brenne,</l>
                        <l>* The greateſt clerks ben not the wiſeſt menne</l>
                        <l>As why ſome to the wolfe ſpake the Mare:</l>
                        <l>Of all her art count I not a tare.</l>
                        <l>Out of the doore he goeth full priuily,</l>
                        <l>When that he ſaw his time, ſubtilly</l>
                        <l>He looked up and doune, till he had yfound</l>
                        <l>The clerkes horſe, there as he ſtood ybound</l>
                        <l>Behind the Mill, vnder a leſſell:</l>
                        <l>And to the horſe he goth him faire and well,</l>
                        <l>He ſtrippeth of the bridle right anon.</l>
                        <l>And when the horſe was looſe, he gan to gon</l>
                        <l>Toward the fen, there as wild mares rinne,</l>
                        <l>And forth with wehe, through thick &amp; thinne.</l>
                        <l>The Miller goeth againe, no word he ſaid,</l>
                        <l>But doth his note, &amp; with theſe clerkes plaid,</l>
                        <l>Till that her corne was faire &amp; well yground.</l>
                        <l>And when the meal was ſacked and ybound,</l>
                        <l>This Iohn goth out &amp; found her horſe away,</l>
                        <l>And gan to crie harrow and welaway,</l>
                        <l>Our horſe is loſt, Alein for Gods benes,</l>
                        <l>Step on thy feet man, come forth all atenes:</l>
                        <l>Alas our Warden has his paltrey lorne,</l>
                        <l>This Alein all forgot both meale &amp; corne:</l>
                        <l>All was out of mind his husbandrie:</l>
                        <l>What, whilke way is he gone? he gan to crie.</l>
                        <l>The wife came leaping inward at a renne,</l>
                        <l>She ſaied alas, he goeth to the fenne</l>
                        <l>With wild Mares, as faſt as he may go:</l>
                        <l>Vnthank come on his hond that bound him ſo,</l>
                        <l>And he that better ſhould haue knit the rein.</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. Iohn) Alein for Chriſts pein</l>
                        <l>Lay doun thy ſword, &amp; I ſhall mine alſwa:</l>
                        <l>I is full ſwift God wete as is a raa.</l>
                        <l>By Gods fale he ſhall not ſcape vs bathe:</l>
                        <l>Why ne hadſt thou put the capel in the lathe?</l>
                        <l>Ill heſte Alein, by God thou is a fonne.</l>
                        <l>Theſe <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>elie clerkes han full faſt ironne</l>
                        <l>Toward the fenne, Alein and eke Iohn:</l>
                        <l>And when the miller ſaw that they wer gon,</l>
                        <l>He halfe a buſhell of her flower both take.</l>
                        <l>And had his wife knede it in a cake.</l>
                        <l>He ſaid, I trow the clerks were aferde.</l>
                        <l>* Yet can a Miller make a clerks berde,</l>
                        <l>For all her art, yet let hem gone her way,</l>
                        <l>* Lo where they gone, let the children play:</l>
                        <l>They get him not ſo litely by my croune.</l>
                        <l>Theſe ſelie clerks re<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>nen vp and doune</l>
                        <l>With kepe, kepe, ioſſa, ioſſa warth there,</l>
                        <l>Go whiſtle thou, and I ſhall keepe him here.</l>
                        <l>But ſhortly, till it was very night</l>
                        <l>They couth not tho they did all her might,</l>
                        <l>Her capell catch, he ran away ſo faſt:</l>
                        <l>Till in a ditch they caught him at the laſt.</l>
                        <l>Werie and wet as beaſtes in the rain,</l>
                        <l>Cometh ſilly Iohn, &amp; with him cometh Alein:</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. Iohn) the day that I was borne,</l>
                        <l>Now are we driven to hethen and to skorne:</l>
                        <l>Our corne is ſtole, men woll us fooles call,</l>
                        <l>Both the Warden, and our fellowes all,</l>
                        <l>And namely the Miller, wallaway.</l>
                        <l>Thus plaineth Iohn, as he goth by the way</l>
                        <l>Toward the Mill, and bayard in his hond.</l>
                        <l>The Miller ſitting by the fire he fond,</l>
                        <l>For it was niȝt, &amp; ferther might they nought.</l>
                        <l>But for the love of God they him beſought</l>
                        <l>Of her borough and eaſe, as for her peny.</l>
                        <l>The Miller ſaid ayen, if there be any,</l>
                        <l>Such as it is, yet ſhall ye haue your part:</l>
                        <l>My houſe is ſtrait, but ye haue learned art,</l>
                        <l>Ye can by argument make a place</l>
                        <l>A mile broad, of twenty foot of ſpace:</l>
                        <l>Let ſee now if this place may ſuffice,</l>
                        <l>Or make it romer with ſpeech, as is your giſe.</l>
                        <l>Now Simond (ſaid Ihon) by S. Cutherd</l>
                        <l>Aye is thou mery, and that is faire anſwerd.</l>
                        <l>I haue heard ſay, men ſhuld take of two things</l>
                        <l>* Swilke as he finds, or ſwilke as he brings.</l>
                        <l>But ſpecially I pray thee hoſt dere,</l>
                        <l>Get us ſome meat &amp; drink, &amp; make vs chere</l>
                        <l>And we will pay truly at the full:</l>
                        <l>* With empty hond, men may no haukes tull.</l>
                        <l>Lo here our ſiluer ready for to ſpend.</l>
                        <l>The Miller to the toun his doughter ſend</l>
                        <l>For ale and bread, and roſted hem a goos,</l>
                        <l>And bound her hors he ſhuld no more go loos:</l>
                        <l>And in his owne chamber he made a bed</l>
                        <l>With ſheetes and with chalons faire yſpred,</l>
                        <l>Not from his owne hed ten foot or twelue:</l>
                        <l>His doughter had a hed all by her ſelue,</l>
                        <l>Right in the ſame chamber faſt them by:</l>
                        <l>It might he ne bette, and the cauſe why,</l>
                        <l>There was no roumer herbrough in that place.</l>
                        <l>They ſoupen, &amp; ſpeaken of mirth and ſolace,</l>
                        <l>And dronken euer ſtrong ale at the beſt.</l>
                        <l>About midnight went they to reſt.</l>
                        <l>Well hath this Miller verniſhed his hed,</l>
                        <l>Full pale he was for dronken, &amp; nothing red.</l>
                        <l>He gaſpeth, &amp; he ſpeaketh through his noſe,</l>
                        <l>As he were in the quacke, or in the poſe.</l>
                        <l>To hed he goeth, and with him his wife,</l>
                        <l>As any Iay was ſhe light and iolife,</l>
                        <l>So was her iolly whiſtle well ywet.</l>
                        <l>The cradle at the beds fe<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>t was ſet</l>
                        <l>To roken, and to yeue the child to ſuke.</l>
                        <l>And when that dronken was all in the cruke</l>
                        <l>To bed went the doughter right anon,</l>
                        <l>To bed goeth Alein and alſo Iohn.</l>
                        <l>There uas no more, hem needed no dwale,</l>
                        <l>This Miller hath ſo wiſely bibbed ale,</l>
                        <l>That as an hors he ſnorteth in his ſteepe,</l>
                        <l>Ne of his taile behind he tooke no keepe.</l>
                        <l>His wife bare to him a bordon well ſtrong,</l>
                        <l>Men might hem heare routen a furlong.</l>
                        <l>
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The wench routeth eke par company.</l>
                        <l>Alein the clerke that heard this melody,</l>
                        <l>He poked on Iohan, and ſaied: ſleepeſt thou?</l>
                        <l>Heardſt thou euer ſwilke a ſang ere now?</l>
                        <l>Lo ſwilke a coupling is it wixt hem all,</l>
                        <l>A wild fire vpon her bodies fall,</l>
                        <l>Who heard euer ſwilke a ferly thing,</l>
                        <l>Ye, they ſhall haue the floure of euill ending:</l>
                        <l>All this lang night there tides me no reſt:</l>
                        <l>But yet naforce, all ſhall be for the beſt.</l>
                        <l>For Ihon (ſaied he) as euer mote I thriue?</l>
                        <l>If that I may, yon wench woll I ſwiue.</l>
                        <l>Some eaſement hath law yſhapen vs.</l>
                        <l>For Iohan, there is a law that ſaieth thus,</l>
                        <l>* That if a man in one point been agreeued,</l>
                        <l>That in another he ſhall be releeued.</l>
                        <l>Our corne is ſtolne, ſoothly it is no nay,</l>
                        <l>And we haue had an euill fit to day.</l>
                        <l>And ſince I ſhall haue none amendement</l>
                        <l>Againe my loſſe I will haue mine eaſement:</l>
                        <l>By Gods ſale, it ſhall none other bee.</l>
                        <l>This Iohan anſwered: Alein, auiſe thee:</l>
                        <l>The Miller is a perillous man, he ſaied,</l>
                        <l>And if that he out of his ſleepe abraied,</l>
                        <l>He might doen vs both a villanie.</l>
                        <l>Alein anſwered: I count him not worth a flie.</l>
                        <l>And vp he reſt, and by the wench he crept.</l>
                        <l>This wench ſay vpright, and faſt ſhe ſlept,</l>
                        <l>Till he ſo nigh was, ere ſhe might eſpie,</l>
                        <l>That it had been too late for to crie:</l>
                        <l>And ſhortly for to ſay, they were at one.</l>
                        <l>Now play Alein, for I woll ſpeake of Ihon.</l>
                        <l>This Ihon lay ſtill a furlong way or two,</l>
                        <l>And to himſelfe he maketh routh and wo:</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. he) this is a wicked iape,</l>
                        <l>Now may I ſay, I is but an Ape:</l>
                        <l>Yet hath my fellow ſomewhat for his harme,</l>
                        <l>He hath the Millers doughter in his arme:</l>
                        <l>He auntreth him, and hath his need yſped,</l>
                        <l>And I lie as a drafte ſacke in my bed,</l>
                        <l>And when this iape is told another dey,</l>
                        <l>I ſhall be hold a daffe or a cokeney:</l>
                        <l>I woll ariſe, and auntre me by my fay:</l>
                        <l>* Vnhardie is vnſely, thus men ſay.</l>
                        <l>And vp he roſe, and ſoftly he went</l>
                        <l>Vnto the cradle, and in his arme it hent,</l>
                        <l>And bare it ſoftly to his beds fete.</l>
                        <l>Soone after the wife her routing lete,</l>
                        <l>And gan awake, and went her out to piſſe,</l>
                        <l>And came againe, and gan the cradle miſſe,</l>
                        <l>And groped here &amp; there, but ſhe found none:</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) I had almoſt miſgone,</l>
                        <l>I had almoſt gone to the clerkes bed:</l>
                        <l>Eye benedicite, then had I foule yſped.</l>
                        <l>And forth ſhe goeth, till ſhe the cradle fond,</l>
                        <l>She gropeth alway further with her hond,</l>
                        <l>And found the bed, and thought nat but good,</l>
                        <l>Becauſe that the cradle by it ſtood:</l>
                        <l>And niſt where ſhe was, for it was derke,</l>
                        <l>But faire and well ſhe crept in by the clerke,</l>
                        <l>And lieth full ſtill, &amp; wold haue caught a ſlepe.</l>
                        <l>Within a while this Ihon the clerke vp lepe,</l>
                        <l>And on this good wife he laied full ſore,</l>
                        <l>So merry a fit had ſhe nought full yore:</l>
                        <l>And priked hard and deepe, as he were mad.</l>
                        <l>This iolly life haue theſe two clerkes lad,</l>
                        <l>Till that the third cocke began to ſing.</l>
                        <l>Alein waxe wearie in the dauning,</l>
                        <l>For he had ſwonken all the long night,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied, farewell Malin my ſweet wight.</l>
                        <l>The day is comen, I may no longer bide,</l>
                        <l>But euermo, whereſo I goe or ride,</l>
                        <l>I am thine owne clerke, ſo haue I hele.</l>
                        <l>Now deare lemman (qd. ſhe) go, farwele:</l>
                        <l>But or thou go, one thing I woll thee tell,</l>
                        <l>When thou wendeſt homeward by the Mell,</l>
                        <l>Right at the entre of the dore behind</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhalt a cake of halfe a buſhell find,</l>
                        <l>That was ymaked of thine owne meale,</l>
                        <l>Which that I did helpe my fire to ſteale.</l>
                        <l>And good lemman God thee ſaue and keepe,</l>
                        <l>And with that word ſhe gan almoſt to weepe.</l>
                        <l>Alein vpriſt and thought ere it daw</l>
                        <l>He would goe creepe in by his felaw:</l>
                        <l>And found the cradle with his hand anon,</l>
                        <l>By God thought he all wrong haue I gon:</l>
                        <l>My head is tottie of my ſwinke to night,</l>
                        <l>That maketh me that I go not aright.</l>
                        <l>I wot well by the cradle I haue miſſe go,</l>
                        <l>Here lieth the Miller and his wife alſo.</l>
                        <l>* And forth he goeth on twenty deuill way</l>
                        <l>Vnto the bed there as the Miller lay.</l>
                        <l>He wend haue cropen by his fellow Ihon,</l>
                        <l>And by the Miller he crept in anon,</l>
                        <l>And caught him by the necke, &amp; ſoft he ſpake,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied: Ihon, thou ſwineſhead awake,</l>
                        <l>For Chriſts ſoule, and heare a noble game:</l>
                        <l>For by that lord that called is ſaint Iame,</l>
                        <l>I haue thriſe as in this ſhort night</l>
                        <l>Swiued the Milers doughter bolt upright,</l>
                        <l>Whileſt thou haſt as a coward been agaſt.</l>
                        <l>Ye falſe harlot (qd. the Miller) haſt?</l>
                        <l>A falſe traitour, A thou clerke (qd. he)</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhalt be dead by Gods dignite.</l>
                        <l>Who durſt be ſo bold to diſparage</l>
                        <l>My doughter, that is come of ſuch linage?</l>
                        <l>And by the throat boll he caught Alein,</l>
                        <l>And he him hent diſpitouſly again,</l>
                        <l>And on the noſe he ſmote him with his feſt,</l>
                        <l>Doune ran the blood ſtream vpon his breſt:</l>
                        <l>And in the floore, with mouth and noſe ybroke</l>
                        <l>They wallowen, as doth pigs in a poke.</l>
                        <l>And vp they gone, and doune ayen anone,</l>
                        <l>Till that the Miller ſpurned on a ſtone,</l>
                        <l>And doune he fell backward vpon his wife,</l>
                        <l>That wiſt nothing of this nice ſtrife.</l>
                        <l>For ſhe was fall aſleepe a little wight</l>
                        <l>With Ihon the clerk that waked had all night:</l>
                        <l>And with the fall out of her ſteepe ſhe braied,</l>
                        <l>Helpe holy croſſe of Bromholme ſhe ſaied:</l>
                        <l>In manus tuas, lord to thee I call,</l>
                        <l>Awake Simond, the fiend is on me fall.</l>
                        <l>My heart is broken, helpe I am but dead,</l>
                        <l>There lieth one on my wombe &amp; on my head,</l>
                        <l>Helpe Simkin, for theſe falſe clerks do fight.</l>
                        <l>This Ihon ſtert vp as faſt as euer he might,</l>
                        <l>And graſpeth by the wals to and fro</l>
                        <l>To find a ſtaffe, and ſhe ſtert vp alſo,</l>
                        <l>And knew the eftres bet than did this Ihon,</l>
                        <l>And by the wall ſhe found a ſtaffe anon:</l>
                        <l>And ſaw a little ſhemering of a light,</l>
                        <l>For at an hole in ſhone the Moone bright,</l>
                        <l>
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And by that light ſhe ſaw hem both two,</l>
                        <l>But ſikerly ſhe niſt who was who,</l>
                        <l>But as ſhe ſey a white thing in her eie:</l>
                        <l>And when ſhe gan this white thing eſpie</l>
                        <l>She wend the clerke had weard a voluper,</l>
                        <l>And with the ſtaffe ſhe drow ner and ner,</l>
                        <l>And wend haue hit this Alein at full,</l>
                        <l>And ſmote the Miller on the pilled ſkull,</l>
                        <l>That doun he goth, and cried harrow I die:</l>
                        <l>Theſe clerkes beat him well, and let him lie,</l>
                        <l>And raieth hem, and tooke her horſe anon,</l>
                        <l>And eke her meale, and on her way they gon:</l>
                        <l>And at the Mill dore they tooke her cake</l>
                        <l>Of halfe a buſhell floure, well ybake.</l>
                        <l>Thus is the proud Miller well ybete,</l>
                        <l>And hath yloſt the grinding of the whete,</l>
                        <l>And paid for the ſupper euery dele</l>
                        <l>Of Alein and of Ihon, that beat him wele:</l>
                        <l>His wife is ſwiued, and his doughter als,</l>
                        <l>Lo ſuch it is a Miller to be fals.</l>
                        <l>And therefore this prouerbe is full ſooth,</l>
                        <l>* Him dare not well weene that euill dooth:</l>
                        <l>A guilour ſhall himſelfe beguiled be.</l>
                        <l>And God that ſit in hie maieſte</l>
                        <l>Saue all this company, great and ſmale,</l>
                        <l>Thus haue I quit the Miller in his tale.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Cookes Prologue.</head>
                     <l>THe Cooke of London, while the Reue ſpake,</l>
                     <l>For joy he thought, he claude him on</l>
                     <l>the backe:</l>
                     <l>A ha (quoth hee) for Chriſtes paſſioun.</l>
                     <l>This Miller hath a ſharpe concluſioun,</l>
                     <l>Vpon this argument of her bigage.</l>
                     <l>Well ſayd Salamon in his language,</l>
                     <l>Ne bring not euery man into thine houſe,</l>
                     <l>For herbouring by night is perillous,</l>
                     <l>Well ought a man auiſed for to be,</l>
                     <l>Whome that he brought into his priuite.</l>
                     <l>I pray to God ſo yeue me ſorrow and care,</l>
                     <l>If euer ſithen I hight Hodge of Ware,</l>
                     <l>Heard I a Miller bette iſett awerke,</l>
                     <l>He had a iape of malice in the derke.</l>
                     <l>But God forbid that we ſtinten here,</l>
                     <l>And therefore if ye vouchſafe to heare</l>
                     <l>A tale of me that am a poore man,</l>
                     <l>I woll tell you as well as I can</l>
                     <l>A little yape that fell in our citee.</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt ſaied, I graunt it thee:</l>
                     <l>Now tell on Rodger, looke that it be good,</l>
                     <l>* For many a paſtie haſt thou letten blood,</l>
                     <l>And many a Iacke of Douet haſt thou ſold,</l>
                     <l>That hath been twiſe hot and twiſe cold.</l>
                     <l>Of many a pilgrime haſt thou Chriſts curſe,</l>
                     <l>* For of thy perſſe yet fare they the worſe,</l>
                     <l>That they haue eaten with thy ſtoble Goos:</l>
                     <l>* For in thy ſhop is many a Flie loos.</l>
                     <l>Now tell on gentle Rodger by thy name,</l>
                     <l>But yet I pray thee be not wroth for game,</l>
                     <l>* A man may ſay full ſooth in game &amp; play.</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaieſt full ſooth (qd. Roger) by my fay</l>
                     <l>* But ſoth play, quade play, as the Fleming</l>
                     <l>Saith:</l>
                     <l>And therefore Henry Bailly by thy faith,</l>
                     <l>Be thou not wroth, or we departen here,</l>
                     <l>Though that my tale been of an hoſtelere.</l>
                     <l>But netheleſſe, I woll not tellen it yet,</l>
                     <l>But ere we part, ywis thou ſhalt be quit.</l>
                     <l>And therwithall he lough and made cheare,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied his tale, as ye ſhullen after heare.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <argument>
                           <p>THE Deſcription of an unthriftie Prentice, given to Dice, Women, and Wine, waſting thereby
his Maſters Goods, and purchaſing Newgate to himſelf. The moſt of this Tale is loſt, or elſe
never finiſhed by the Author.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <head>¶The Cookes Tale.</head>
                        <l>A Prentiſe whylome dwelt in our cite,</l>
                        <l>And of the craft of Vitailers was he:</l>
                        <l>Galiard he was, as Goldfinch in the
ſhawe,</l>
                        <l>Broune as a berrie, a proper ſhort felawe:</l>
                        <l>With lockes blacke, and kemt full fetouſly,</l>
                        <l>Daunce he couth full well and jollily:</l>
                        <l>He was called Perkin Reuelour,</l>
                        <l>He was as full of loue and paramour,</l>
                        <l>As is the hiue full of honey ſweet,</l>
                        <l>Well was the wench with him that might meet.</l>
                        <l>At euery Bridal would he ſing and hop,</l>
                        <l>He loued bette the tauernes than the ſhop.</l>
                        <l>For when any riding was in Cheape,</l>
                        <l>Out of the ſhoppe thither would he leape,</l>
                        <l>Till that he had of all the ſight iſein.</l>
                        <l>And ſoothly, he would not come agein,</l>
                        <l>But gather him a meinie of his ſort,</l>
                        <l>To hop and ſing, and make ſuch diſport:</l>
                        <l>And there they ſet Steuin for to meet</l>
                        <l>To plaien at the dice in ſuch a ſtreet.</l>
                        <l>For in the city nas there no Prentiſe</l>
                        <l>That fairer couth caſten a paire of diſe</l>
                        <l>Then Perkin couth, and thereto he was fre</l>
                        <l>Of his diſpence, in place of priuite.</l>
                        <l>That found his maiſter well in his chafare,</l>
                        <l>For oft times he found his boxe full bare.</l>
                        <l>* For ſikerly, a prentiſe reuelour.</l>
                        <l>That haunteth diſe, riot, or paramour,</l>
                        <l>His maiſter ſhall it in his ſhop abie.</l>
                        <l>All haue he no part of the Miniſtralcie.</l>
                        <l>For theft and riot they been conuertible,</l>
                        <l>All can he play on Gettron or on Rebible,</l>
                        <l>* Revel and truth, as in lowe degree</l>
                        <l>They ben full wroth all day, as men may ſee.</l>
                        <l>This iolly prentiſe with his maiſter abode,</l>
                        <l>Till he were nigh out of his prentiſhode,</l>
                        <l>All were he ſnibbed both earely and late,</l>
                        <l>and ſometime led with reuel to Newgate.</l>
                        <l>But at the laſt, his maiſter him bethought</l>
                        <l>Vpon a day, when he his paper ſought,</l>
                        <l>Of a prouerbe, that ſaith this ſame word,</l>
                        <l>* Well bette is rotten apple out of hord,</l>
                        <l>Than that it ſhould rot all the remnaunt:</l>
                        <l>So fareth it by a roiotous ſeruaunt.</l>
                        <l>It is much leſſe harme to let him paſſe,</l>
                        <l>Then he ſhend all the ſeruaunts in the place.</l>
                        <l>
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Therefore his maſter gaue him a quittaunce,</l>
                        <l>And bad him go, with ſorow &amp; miſchaunce.</l>
                        <l>And thus this iolly prentiſe had his leue:</l>
                        <l>Now let him roiot all the night or leue.</l>
                        <l>And for there is no theefe without a louke,</l>
                        <l>That helpeth him to waſte or to ſouke</l>
                        <l>Of that he bribe can, or borrow may,</l>
                        <l>Anon he ſent his bed and his array</l>
                        <l>Vnto a compere of his owne ſort,</l>
                        <l>That loued dice, reuel, and diſport:</l>
                        <l>And had a wife, that held for countenance</l>
                        <l>A ſhop, and ſwiued for her ſuſtenance.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The man of Lawes Prologue.</head>
                     <l>OUr hoſt ſaw well, how that the bright
Sunne</l>
                     <l>The arke of his artificial day had runne</l>
                     <l>The fourth part, and eke halfe an houre more:</l>
                     <l>And though he were not deepe expert in lore,</l>
                     <l>He wiſt well it was the eighteene day</l>
                     <l>Of April, that is the meſſenger to May:</l>
                     <l>And ſaw well that the ſhadow of euery tre</l>
                     <l>Was in length of the ſame quantite</l>
                     <l>As was the body erect, that cauſed it:</l>
                     <l>And therefore by the ſhadow he tooke his wit,</l>
                     <l>That Phebus, which that ſhone clear &amp; bright</l>
                     <l>Degrees was fortie fiue clomben of hight.</l>
                     <l>And for that day, as in latitude</l>
                     <l>It was ten of the clocke, he gan conclude,</l>
                     <l>And ſuddenly he plight his horſe about.</l>
                     <l>Lordings (qd. he) I warne you al the rout,</l>
                     <l>The fourth part of this day is now agon.</l>
                     <l>Now for the loue of God and of ſaint Iohn</l>
                     <l>Leſeth no time, as ferfoorth as ye may:</l>
                     <l>Lordings the time waſteth both night &amp; day,</l>
                     <l>And ſtealeth from us, what priuely ſleeping,</l>
                     <l>* And what through negligence in our waking</l>
                     <l>As doth the ſtreme, that turneth neuer again,</l>
                     <l>Deſcending fro the mountain into the plain.</l>
                     <l>Well can Seneke &amp; many a Philoſophre,</l>
                     <l>Bewailen time, more than gold in cofre.</l>
                     <l>* For loſſe of cattell may recouered be,</l>
                     <l>But loſſe of time ſhendeth us (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>It would not come ayen withouten dread,</l>
                     <l>* No more than woll Malkins maidenhead,</l>
                     <l>When ſhe hath loſt it in her wantonneſſe.</l>
                     <l>Let us not mowlen thus in idleneſſe.</l>
                     <l>Sir man of Law (qd. he) ſo haue I blis,</l>
                     <l>Tell us a tale anon, as forward is:</l>
                     <l>Ye been ſubmitted, through your free aſſent</l>
                     <l>To ſtonden in this caſe at my judgement.</l>
                     <l>Acquiteth you nowe of your beheſt,</l>
                     <l>Then haue you done your deuer at the leſt.</l>
                     <l>Hoſt (qd. he) de pardeux ieo aſſent,</l>
                     <l>To breake forward is not mine intent.</l>
                     <l>* Biheſt is debt, and I woll holde faine</l>
                     <l>All my beheſt, I can no better ſaine.</l>
                     <l>* For ſuch law as a man yeueth another</l>
                     <l>He ſhould himſelfe vſen it by right,</l>
                     <l>Thus woll our text: but natheleſſe certaine wight,</l>
                     <l>I can right now no thrifty tale ſaine.</l>
                     <l>For that Chaucer (though he can but leaudly</l>
                     <l>On Metres and in rinning craftily)</l>
                     <l>Hath ſaied hem, in ſuch Engliſh as he can</l>
                     <l>Of old time, as knoweth many a man:</l>
                     <l>And if he haue not ſayd hem leue brother</l>
                     <l>In one booke, he hath ſaid hem in another,</l>
                     <l>For he hath told of louers up and doun,</l>
                     <l>Mo than Ouide made of mentioun</l>
                     <l>In his Epiſtles, that been full old.</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I tell hem, ſithen they ben told?</l>
                     <l>In youth he made of ſixe all alone,</l>
                     <l>And ſithen he hath ſpoken of euerichone</l>
                     <l>Theſe noble wiues, and theſe louers eke,</l>
                     <l>Who ſo that woll his large volume ſeke</l>
                     <l>Cleaped the ſaints liues of Cupide:</l>
                     <l>There may he ſee the large wounds wide</l>
                     <l>Of Lucreſſe, and of Babylon Thiſoe</l>
                     <l>The ſwerd of Dido for the falſe Enee,</l>
                     <l>The tree of Phillis for her Demophoon,</l>
                     <l>The plaint of Deianire, and of Hermion,</l>
                     <l>Of Ariadna, and of Hypſiphilee,</l>
                     <l>The barraine Ile ſtonding in the ſee</l>
                     <l>Which that dreint Liandre for Hero,</l>
                     <l>The teares of Helein, and eke the wo,</l>
                     <l>Of Briſeis, and of Laodomia,</l>
                     <l>The crueltie of queene Medea.</l>
                     <l>The little children honging by the hals,</l>
                     <l>For the Iaſon that was of loue ſo fals.</l>
                     <l>Of Hipermiſtra, Penelope, and Alceſt,</l>
                     <l>Your wifehood he commendeth with the beſt,</l>
                     <l>But certainely no word ne writeth he</l>
                     <l>Of thilke wicke enſample of Canace,</l>
                     <l>That loued her owne brother ſinfullie:</l>
                     <l>Of ſuche curſed ſtories I ſay fie.</l>
                     <l>Or els of Tyro Appoloneus,</l>
                     <l>How that curſed kinge Antiochus</l>
                     <l>Biraft his doughter of her maidenhead,</l>
                     <l>That is ſo horrible a tale for to read,</l>
                     <l>When he her drew upon the pament,</l>
                     <l>And therefore he of full auiſement</l>
                     <l>Nold neuer write in none of his ſetmons</l>
                     <l>Of ſuch unkind abhominations.</l>
                     <l>Ne I woll none rehearſe, yef that I may.</l>
                     <l>But of my tale how ſhall I done this day?</l>
                     <l>Me were loth be likened doubtles</l>
                     <l>To Muſes, that men cleaped Piriades,</l>
                     <l>Methamorphoſeos wote what I mene.</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe I retche not a Bene,</l>
                     <l>Though I come after him with Haubake,</l>
                     <l>I ſpeake in proſe, and let him rimes make.</l>
                     <l>And with that word, he with a ſober chere</l>
                     <l>Began his tale, as ye ſhullen after here.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
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                        <div n="1" type="part">
                           <argument>
                              <p>LAdy Cuſtance the Emperours Daughter of Rome, after her marriage with the Soudan of Sur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rey,
through the Malice of the Soudans Mother, ſuffereth great trouble and miſery with her
young Child Mauris: but yet in the end is reſtored to Comfort.</p>
                           </argument>
                           <head>¶The man of Lawes Tale.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>
                                 <hi>O</hi> Hatefull harme, condition of pouert</l>
                              <l>With thirſt, with cold, with hunger</l>
                              <l>confounded,</l>
                              <l>To asken helpe thee ſhameth in thine hert,</l>
                              <l>If thou non ask, with need thou art ſo</l>
                              <l>wounded,</l>
                              <l>That very nede vnwrappeth al thy wounds hid</l>
                              <l>* Maugrie thine head, thou muſt for indigence</l>
                              <l>Or ſtele, or beg, or borow thy diſpence.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thou blameſt Chriſt, &amp; ſaieſt ful bitterly,</l>
                              <l>He miſdeparteth richeſſe temporall,</l>
                              <l>Thy neighbour thou witeſt ſinfully,</l>
                              <l>And ſaieſt, thou haſt too little, &amp; he hath all:</l>
                              <l>Parfay (ſaieſt thou) ſometime he reken ſhall</l>
                              <l>When that his taile ſhall to brenne in glede,</l>
                              <l>For he nought helpeth needfull in her nede.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Hearken what is the ſentence of the wiſe,</l>
                              <l>* Better is to dien than haue indigence,</l>
                              <l>* Thine owne neighbour woll thee to deſpiſe,</l>
                              <l>If thou be poore, farwell thy reverence.</l>
                              <l>Yet of the wiſe man take this ſentence,</l>
                              <l>* All the dayes of poore men been wicke,</l>
                              <l>Beware therefore or thou come to the pricke.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>If thou be poore, thy brother hateth thee,</l>
                              <l>* And all thy friends fleech fro thee, alas:</l>
                              <l>O rich Merchaunts full of wele be yee,</l>
                              <l>O noble prudent folke, as in this caas,</l>
                              <l>Your bags been not fild with ambes aas,</l>
                              <l>* But with ciſe ſink, that reuneth for your chance</l>
                              <l>At Chriſteninaſs mery may ye dance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Ye ſeeken lond &amp; ſee for your winnings,</l>
                              <l>As wiſe folke ye knowne all the ſtate</l>
                              <l>Of reignes, ye been fathers of tidings,</l>
                              <l>And tales many, both of peace and debate:</l>
                              <l>I was right now of tales deſolate,</l>
                              <l>Nere that a marchant, gone many a yeare,</l>
                              <l>He taught a tale, which ye ſhullen heare.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>IN Surrey whylome dwelt a company</l>
                              <l>Of chapmen rich, &amp; thereto ſad &amp; true,</l>
                              <l>That wide where ſenten her ſpicery,</l>
                              <l>Clothes of gold &amp; Satten rich of hew:</l>
                              <l>Her chafare was ſo thriftie and ſo new,</l>
                              <l>That euery wight hath deintie to chafare</l>
                              <l>With hem, and eke to ſellen hem her ware.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Now fell it, that the maiſters of that ſort</l>
                              <l>Han ſhapen hem to Rome for to wend,</l>
                              <l>Were it for chapmanhood or for diſport,</l>
                              <l>None other meſſenger would they ſend,</l>
                              <l>But comen hemſelf to Rome, this is the end:</l>
                              <l>And in ſuch place as thought hem auauntage</l>
                              <l>For her intent, they taken her herbigage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Soiourned han theſe merchants in that toun</l>
                              <l>Certain time, as fell to her pleaſance:</l>
                              <l>But ſo befell that the excellent renoun</l>
                              <l>Of the emperours doughter dame Cuſtance</l>
                              <l>Reported was, with euery circumſtance</l>
                              <l>Vnto theſe Surrein marchants, in ſuch wiſe</l>
                              <l>Fro day to day, as I ſhall you deuiſe,</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This was the comen voice of euery man:</l>
                              <l>Our Emperour of Rome God him ſe,</l>
                              <l>A doughter hath, that ſithen the world began,</l>
                              <l>To recken as well her goodneſſe as beaute,</l>
                              <l>Nas neuer ſuch another as is ſhe:</l>
                              <l>I pray to God in honour her ſuſteine,</l>
                              <l>And would ſhe were of all Europe the quene.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In her is high beautie without pride,</l>
                              <l>Youth, without grenhed or follie,</l>
                              <l>To all her works vertue is her guide,</l>
                              <l>Humbles hath ſlaine in her all tyrannie:</l>
                              <l>She is a mirrour of all courteſie,</l>
                              <l>Her heart is very chamber of holineſſe,</l>
                              <l>Her hond miniſter of freedome and almes.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And al this voice was ſoth, as God is true.</l>
                              <l>But now to our purpoſe let vs turne ayen:</l>
                              <l>Theſe marchants han don fret her ſhips new:</l>
                              <l>And when they han this bliſfull maiden ſein,</l>
                              <l>Home to Surrey been they went agein,</l>
                              <l>And doen her needs, as they han doen yore,</l>
                              <l>And liuen in wealth, I can ſay no more.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Now fell it, that theſe marchants ſtood in grace</l>
                              <l>Of him that was the Soudan of Surrie:</l>
                              <l>For when that they came from any ſtrange place</l>
                              <l>He would of his benigne courteſie</l>
                              <l>Maken hem good cheare, and buſily eſpie</l>
                              <l>Tidings of ſundry realmes, for to lere</l>
                              <l>The wonders that they might ſeen or here.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Emong other things ſpecially</l>
                              <l>Theſe marchants haue him told of dame Cuſtance,</l>
                              <l>So great nobleſſe, in earneſt ſeriouſly,</l>
                              <l>That this Soudan hath cauȝt ſo great ple<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſance</l>
                              <l>To han her figure in his remembrance,</l>
                              <l>And all his luſt, and all his buſie cure</l>
                              <l>Was for to loue her, while his life may dure.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Parauenture in that like large booke</l>
                              <l>Which cleaped is the heauen, ywritten was</l>
                              <l>With ſtarres, when that he his birth tooke,</l>
                              <l>That he for loue ſhould han his death, alas:</l>
                              <l>* For in the ſtarres, clearer then is the glas</l>
                              <l>Is written God wot, who ſo could it read,</l>
                              <l>The death of euery man withouten dread.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In ſtarres many a Winter there before</l>
                              <l>Was written the death of Hector &amp; Achilles,</l>
                              <l>Of Pompey, and Iulius, or they were bore:</l>
                              <l>The ſtrife of Thebes, and of Hercules,</l>
                              <l>Of Sampſon, Turnus, and of Socrates</l>
                              <l>The death: but that mens wits been ſo duſt,</l>
                              <l>That no wight can well read it at the full.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <pb n="39" facs="tcp:51487:37"/>
                              <l>This Soudan for his priuie counſel ſent,</l>
                              <l>And ſhortly of this matter for to pace,</l>
                              <l>He hath to hem declared all his intent,</l>
                              <l>&amp; ſaid hem certain, but if he might haue grace</l>
                              <l>To haue Cuſtance, within a little ſpace</l>
                              <l>He nas but dead, and charged hem to hie</l>
                              <l>To ſhapen for his life ſome remedie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Diuers men, diuerſly they ſaiden:</l>
                              <l>The argument they caſten vp and doune,</l>
                              <l>Many a ſubtill reaſon forth they laiden,</l>
                              <l>They ſpeaken of Magicke, and abuſioun:</l>
                              <l>But finally, as in concluſioun</l>
                              <l>They cannot ſeene in that none auauntage</l>
                              <l>Ne in none other way, ſaue in mariage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Then ſaw they therein ſuch difficulty</l>
                              <l>By way of reaſon, to ſpeake all plain,</l>
                              <l>Becauſe that there was ſuch diuerſity</l>
                              <l>Between both her laws, that they ſain,</l>
                              <l>They trow that no chriſten prince would fain</l>
                              <l>Wedden his child vnder our lawes ſwete,</l>
                              <l>That vs was tauȝt, by Mahound our prophet</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And he anſwerd: rather than I leſe</l>
                              <l>Cuſtance, I would be chriſten doubtles:</l>
                              <l>I mote been hers, I may none other cheſe,</l>
                              <l>I pray you hold your arguments in pees,</l>
                              <l>Saueth my life, and be ye not retcheles</l>
                              <l>To getten her that hath my life in cure,</l>
                              <l>For in this woe I may not long endure.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>What needeth greater delatation?</l>
                              <l>I ſay, by treatie and embaſſadrie,</l>
                              <l>And by the Popes mediation</l>
                              <l>And all the church, and all the chiualrie,</l>
                              <l>That in deſtruction of Maumetrie</l>
                              <l>And in encreaſe of Chriſts law deare,</l>
                              <l>They been accorded, as ye ſhall heare.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>How that the Soudan and his baronage,</l>
                              <l>And all his lieges ſhould ychriſtened be,</l>
                              <l>And he ſhall han Cuſtance in marriage</l>
                              <l>And certaine gold, I not what quantite;</l>
                              <l>And her to find ſufficient ſurete:</l>
                              <l>The ſame accord was ſworne on either ſide,</l>
                              <l>Now fair Cuſtance, almighty God thee gide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Now woulden ſome men waiten as I geſſe</l>
                              <l>That I ſhould tellen all the purueiance</l>
                              <l>That the Emperour of his nobleſſe</l>
                              <l>Hath ſhapen for his doughter dame Cuſtance:</l>
                              <l>Well may men know that ſo great ordinance</l>
                              <l>May no man tellen in a little clauſe,</l>
                              <l>As was araied for ſo high a cauſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Biſhops been ſhapen with her for to wend,</l>
                              <l>Lords and ladies, and knights of renoun,</l>
                              <l>And other folke y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                    <desc>••</desc>
                                 </gap>ow this is the end,</l>
                              <l>And notified is throughout the toun,</l>
                              <l>That euery wight with great deuotioun</l>
                              <l>Should pray Chriſt, that he this mariage</l>
                              <l>Receiue in gree, and ſpeed this voyage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The day is come of her departing,</l>
                              <l>I ſay the wofull day naturall is come,</l>
                              <l>That there may be no longer tarrying,</l>
                              <l>But forward they hem dreſſe all and ſome:</l>
                              <l>Cuſtance, that with ſorrow is all ouercome</l>
                              <l>Full pale ariſt, and dreſſed her to wend,</l>
                              <l>For well ſhe ſey there is none other end.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Alas, what wonder is it though ſhe wept?</l>
                              <l>That ſhall be ſent to a ſtraunge nation</l>
                              <l>Fro friends, that ſo tenderly her kept,</l>
                              <l>And be bounden vnder ſubjection</l>
                              <l>Of one, ſhe knoweth not his condition.</l>
                              <l>* Huſbands been all good, &amp; han been yore,</l>
                              <l>That know ne wiues, I dare ſay no more.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Father (ſhe ſaid) thy wretched child Cu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtance,</l>
                              <l>Thy young daughter, foſtered vp ſo loft,</l>
                              <l>And ye my mother, my ſoueraigne pleaſaunce</l>
                              <l>Ouer all thing (out take Chriſt on loft)</l>
                              <l>Cuſtance your child her commendeth oft</l>
                              <l>Vnto your grace: for I ſhall to Surrie,</l>
                              <l>Ne ſhall I neuer more ſee you with eie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Alas vnto the Barberie nation</l>
                              <l>I muſt anon, ſithen it is your will:</l>
                              <l>But Chriſt that ſtarfe for our redemption,</l>
                              <l>So yeue me grace his heſtes to fulfill:</l>
                              <l>I wretched woman no force though I ſpill,</l>
                              <l>* Women are born to thraldome &amp; penaunce,</l>
                              <l>And to been vnder mans gouernaunce.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I trow at Troy when Thurus brake the wall</l>
                              <l>Of Ilion, ne when brent was Thebes cite,</l>
                              <l>Ne Rome for the harme of Hanniball,</l>
                              <l>That Romans hath ivenqueſhed times thre,</l>
                              <l>Nas heard ſuch tender weeping for pite,</l>
                              <l>As was in the chamber for her parting.</l>
                              <l>But forth ſhe mote, wheder ſhe weepe or ſing.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O firſt mouing cruel firmament</l>
                              <l>With thy diurnal ſwegh, that croudeſt aye,</l>
                              <l>And hurrieſt all fro Eaſt to Occident,</l>
                              <l>That naturally would hold another way:</l>
                              <l>Thy crouding ſet the heauen in ſuch array</l>
                              <l>At the beginning of this fierce Voyage,</l>
                              <l>That cruell Mars hath ſlaine this mariage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O infortunat aſſendent tortuous,</l>
                              <l>Of which the lord is helpeleſſe fall, alas,</l>
                              <l>Out of his angle into his derkeſt houſe</l>
                              <l>O Mars, O occiſier, as in this caas:</l>
                              <l>O feeble Mone, vnhappy been thy paas,</l>
                              <l>Thou knitteſt there thou nart not receiued,</l>
                              <l>Ther thou wer wel, fro thence art thou wai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Imprudent Emperour of Rome, alas,</l>
                              <l>Was there no philoſopher in thy toun?</l>
                              <l>Is no time bette than other in ſuch cas?</l>
                              <l>Of voiage, is there none electioun?</l>
                              <l>Namely to folke of high conditioun</l>
                              <l>Nat when a rote is of a birth yknow?</l>
                              <l>Alas we been too leaud, or to ſlow.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>To ſhip is brought this wofull faire maid</l>
                              <l>Solemnely, with euery circumſtance:</l>
                              <l>Now Ieſus Chriſt be with you all (ſhe ſaid)</l>
                              <l>There nis no more, but farwell fair Cuſtance.</l>
                              <l>
                                 <pb n="40" facs="tcp:51487:38"/>
She paineth her to make good countenance,</l>
                              <l>And forth I let her ſaile in this mannere,</l>
                              <l>And turne I woll againe to my mattere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <trailer>Explicit prima pars: &amp; ſequitur
pars ſecunda.</trailer>
                        </div>
                        <div n="2" type="part">
                           <lg>
                              <l>THe mother of the Soudan, well of vices,</l>
                              <l>Eſpied hath her ſonnes plaine intent,</l>
                              <l>How he woll lete his old ſacrifices:</l>
                              <l>And right anon ſhe for her counſaile ſent,</l>
                              <l>And they ben comen, to know what ſhe ment,</l>
                              <l>And when aſſembled was this folke in feare,</l>
                              <l>She ſet her doune, and ſaid as ye ſhall heare.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Lords (qd. ſhe) ye knowne euery chone,</l>
                              <l>How that my ſonne is in point to lete</l>
                              <l>The holy lawes of our Alkaron</l>
                              <l>Yeuen by Gods meſſenger Mahomete:</l>
                              <l>But one auow to great God I hete,</l>
                              <l>The life ſhall rather out of my body ſtart,</l>
                              <l>Or Mahomets law goe out of my hart.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>What ſhould vs tiden of this new law</l>
                              <l>But thraldome to our bodies and pennaunce</l>
                              <l>And afterward in hell to been draw,</l>
                              <l>For we reneyed Mahound our creaunce,</l>
                              <l>But lords, woll ye now make aſſuraunce,</l>
                              <l>As I ſhall ſay, aſſenting to my lore,</l>
                              <l>And I ſhall make us fafe for euermore?</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They ſworen, and aſſenten euery man</l>
                              <l>To liue with her and die, and by her ſtond:</l>
                              <l>And euerich in the beſt wiſe that he can</l>
                              <l>To ſtrengthen her, ſhall all his friends fond.</l>
                              <l>And ſhe hath this empriſe taken in hond,</l>
                              <l>Which ye ſhall heare that I ſhall deuiſe,</l>
                              <l>And to hem all ſhe ſpake in this wiſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>We ſhal vs firſt faine, chriſtendom to take,</l>
                              <l>Cold water ſhall not greeue us but alite:</l>
                              <l>And I ſhall ſuch a reuell and a feaſt make,</l>
                              <l>That as I trow I ſhall the Soudan quite:</l>
                              <l>For tho his wife be chriſtened neuer ſo white,</l>
                              <l>She ſhall haue need to waſh away the rede,</l>
                              <l>Though ſhe a font ful of water with her lede.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O Soudonneſſe, root of iniquite,</l>
                              <l>Virago, thou Symyram the ſecound,</l>
                              <l>O ſerpent vnder fememnete,</l>
                              <l>Like to the ſerpent deepe in hell ibound:</l>
                              <l>O faigned woman, all that may confound</l>
                              <l>Vertue &amp; innocence, through thy mallice</l>
                              <l>Is bred in thee a neaſt of euery vice.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O Sathan enuious, ſince thilke day</l>
                              <l>That thou wert chaſed from our heritage,</l>
                              <l>Well kneweſt thou to women the old way:</l>
                              <l>Thou madeſt Eue to bring us in ſeruage,</l>
                              <l>Thou wolt fordoen this Chriſten mariage:</l>
                              <l>* This inſtrument, ſo welaway the while,</l>
                              <l>Make thou of women when thou wolt begile.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This Soudonneſſe, whom I blame and werie,</l>
                              <l>Let priuily her counſaile gone her way:</l>
                              <l>What ſhould I in this tale longer tarie?</l>
                              <l>She rideth to the Soudon on a day,</l>
                              <l>And ſaied him that ſhe would reny her lay,</l>
                              <l>And chriſtendome of prieſts hondes fong,</l>
                              <l>Repenting her ſhe Heathen was ſo long.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Beſeeching him to doen her that honour,</l>
                              <l>That ſhe might haue the chriſten folke to feſt:</l>
                              <l>To pleaſen hem I woll doen my labour.</l>
                              <l>The Soudon ſaith, I woll doen al your heſt,</l>
                              <l>And kneeling, thanked her of that requeſt,</l>
                              <l>So glad he was, he niſt not what to ſay,</l>
                              <l>She kiſt her ſonne, &amp; home ſhe goth her way.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Arriued been theſe chriſten folke to lond</l>
                              <l>In Surrey, with a great ſolemne rout,</l>
                              <l>And haſtily this Soudon ſent his ſond,</l>
                              <l>Firſt to his mother, and all the reigne about,</l>
                              <l>And ſaied, his wife was comen out of dout,</l>
                              <l>And praiden hem for to riden againſt the quene</l>
                              <l>The honour of his reigne for to ſuſtene.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Great was the preſſe, &amp; rich was the ray</l>
                              <l>Of Surreyans, and Romanes ymet yfere:</l>
                              <l>The mother of the Soudon rich and gay</l>
                              <l>Receiueth her with all manner glad chere,</l>
                              <l>As any mother might her doughter dere:</l>
                              <l>Vnto the next city there beſide</l>
                              <l>A ſoft paas ſolemnly they all ride.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Nought trow I, the triumph of Iulius,</l>
                              <l>Of which that Lucan maketh ſuch a boſt,</l>
                              <l>Was roialler, and more curious,</l>
                              <l>Than was thaſſembling of his blisfull hoſt:</l>
                              <l>But this Scorpion, this wicked ghoſt</l>
                              <l>The Soudonneſſe, for all her flattering</l>
                              <l>Caſt vnder all this, mortally to ſting.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The Soudon cometh himſelf ſoon after this</l>
                              <l>So rially, that wonder is to tell:</l>
                              <l>He welcometh her with much ioy and blis,</l>
                              <l>And thus in mirth and ioie I let hem dwell.</l>
                              <l>The fruit of euery tale is for to tell,</l>
                              <l>Whan time come, men thought it for the beſt,</l>
                              <l>That reuel ſtint, and men gon to reſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The time come, this old Soudonneſſe</l>
                              <l>Ordained hath the feaſt of which I told,</l>
                              <l>And to the feaſt, chriſten folke hem dreſſe</l>
                              <l>And that in the general, both yong and old:</l>
                              <l>There may men feaſt and rialte behold</l>
                              <l>And dainties moe than I can deuiſe,</l>
                              <l>But all to dere they bought it or they riſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O Soudon, wo that euer thou art ſucceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſour</l>
                              <l>To worldly bliſſe, ſpringed with bitterneſſe,</l>
                              <l>* The end of ioy, is worldly labour.</l>
                              <l>Wo occupieth the ende of our gladneſſe,</l>
                              <l>Herken this counſaile for thy ſikerneſſe:</l>
                              <l>* Vpon thy glad day ha<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="3 letters">
                                    <desc>•••</desc>
                                 </gap> thou in minde,</l>
                              <l>The vnware wo or harme, that cometh be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hinde.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For ſhortly to tellen at a word,</l>
                              <l>The Soudon, &amp; the Chriſten euerichone</l>
                              <l>Been all to hewe, and ſticken at the boord,</l>
                              <l>But it were onely dame Cuſtance alone,</l>
                              <l>This old Soudonneſſe, this curſed crone,</l>
                              <l>
                                 <pb n="41" facs="tcp:51487:38"/>
Hath with her friends doen this curſed deed,</l>
                              <l>For ſhe her ſelfe would all the country lede.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>There was Surreien non y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was conuerted,</l>
                              <l>That of the counſaile of the Soudon wot,</l>
                              <l>That he nas all to heawe, er he aſterted:</l>
                              <l>And Cuſtance han they taken anon fotehot,</l>
                              <l>And in a ſhip all ſterneleſſe (God wot)</l>
                              <l>They han her ſet, and bidden her lerne to ſaile</l>
                              <l>Out of Surrey ayenward to Itale.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>A certain treſour that ſhe thither ladde,</l>
                              <l>And ſooth to ſayne, vitaile great plente,</l>
                              <l>They han her yeuen, and clothes eke ſhe had,</l>
                              <l>And forth ſhe ſaileth in the ſalt ſe:</l>
                              <l>O my Cuſtance, full of benignite</l>
                              <l>O Emperours yong doughter ſo dere,</l>
                              <l>He that is lorde of fortune be thy ſtere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>She bleſſeth her, &amp; with full pitious voice</l>
                              <l>Vnto the croſſe of Chriſt, tho ſaid ſhe.</l>
                              <l>O clere, O welful auter, holy croice</l>
                              <l>Reed of the lambes blood full of pite,</l>
                              <l>That weſh the world fro the old iniquite:</l>
                              <l>Me fro the fende, and fro his clawe kepe.</l>
                              <l>That day that I ſhall drenchen in the deepe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Victorious tree, protection of trewe,</l>
                              <l>That onely worthy were for to bere</l>
                              <l>The king of heauen, with his woundes new,</l>
                              <l>The white lambe, that hurt was with a ſpere:</l>
                              <l>Flemere of feendes, out of him and here</l>
                              <l>On which thy limmes, faithfully extenden</l>
                              <l>Me kepe &amp; yeue me might my life to menden.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Yeres and daies fleeteth this creature</l>
                              <l>Through the ſee of Grece, vnto the ſtraite</l>
                              <l>Of Marocke, as it was her auenture:</l>
                              <l>O, many a ſory meale may ſhe baite,</l>
                              <l>After her death full oft may ſhe waite,</l>
                              <l>Or that the wilde waves would her driue</l>
                              <l>Vnto the place there ſhe ſhould ariue.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Men mighten aſken why ſhe was not ſlayn</l>
                              <l>Eke at the feaſt, who might her body ſaue?</l>
                              <l>I anſwer to that demaund agayn,</l>
                              <l>Who ſaued Daniel in that horrible caue?</l>
                              <l>That euery wight, were he maſter or knaue,</l>
                              <l>Was with the Lion frette or he aſterte,</l>
                              <l>No wight but God, that he bare in his hert.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>God liſt to ſhew his wonderfull miracle</l>
                              <l>In her, for ſhe ſhould ſeen his mighty werkes:</l>
                              <l>Chriſt that is to euery harme triacle,</l>
                              <l>* By certain means often, as knowen clerkes,</l>
                              <l>Doth thing for certaine end, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> full derke is</l>
                              <l>To mans wit, that for our ignorance</l>
                              <l>Ne can nat know his prudent purueyance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Now that ſhe was not at the feaſt yſlawe,</l>
                              <l>Who kepeth her fro y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> drenching in the ſee?</l>
                              <l>Who kept Ionas in the fiſhes mawe,</l>
                              <l>Till he was ſpouted out at Niniuee?</l>
                              <l>Wel may men know, it was no wight but he</l>
                              <l>That kept the people Ebrak from drenching</l>
                              <l>With dry feet, through the ſee paſſing.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Who hath the foure ſpirits of the tempeſt,</l>
                              <l>That power had, both to anoy lond and ſee?</l>
                              <l>Both north and ſouth, &amp; alſo weſt and eaſt,</l>
                              <l>Anoyeth neither ſee, ne londe, ne tree.</l>
                              <l>Southly the commaunder thereof was he</l>
                              <l>That fro the tempeſt aye this woman kept,</l>
                              <l>As well whan ſhe woke as whan ſhe ſlept.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Wher might this woman meat &amp; drink haue?</l>
                              <l>Thre yere and more, how laſteth her vitaile?</l>
                              <l>Who fed the Egyptian Mary in the caue</l>
                              <l>Or in deſert (none but Chriſt ſans faile)</l>
                              <l>Fiue thouſand folk it was as great maruaile</l>
                              <l>With loaues fiue and fiſhes two to feed,</l>
                              <l>God ſent his foyſon at her great need.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>She driueth forth into our Occian</l>
                              <l>Throughout the wide ſee, till at the laſt</l>
                              <l>Vnder an holde, that nempne I ne can,</l>
                              <l>Fer in Northumberlond, the waue her caſt,</l>
                              <l>And in the ſand her ſhip ſticked ſo faſt,</l>
                              <l>That thence nolne it not of all a tyde,</l>
                              <l>The wil of Chriſt was y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe ſhould ther abide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The conſtable of the caſtle doun is fare</l>
                              <l>To ſeene this wrecke, &amp; al the ſhip he ſought,</l>
                              <l>And found this weary woman full of care,</l>
                              <l>He found alſo y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> treaſure that ſhe brought:</l>
                              <l>In her language, mercy ſhe beſought</l>
                              <l>The life out of her body for to twin,</l>
                              <l>Her to deliuer of wo that ſhe was in.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>A manner latin corrupt was her ſpeche</l>
                              <l>But algates thereby was ſhe vnderſtond,</l>
                              <l>The conſtable, when him liſt no lenger ſeche,</l>
                              <l>This wofull woman brought he to lond:</l>
                              <l>She kneleth doun, and thanketh Gods ſond,</l>
                              <l>But what ſhe was, ſhe would no man ſey</l>
                              <l>For foule ne faire, though ſhe ſhoulden dey.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>She ſaid ſhe was ſo maſed in the ſee,</l>
                              <l>That ſhe foryate her mind by her trouth:</l>
                              <l>The conſtable of her hath ſo great pite</l>
                              <l>And eke his wife, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they weepen for routh:</l>
                              <l>She was ſo diligent withouten ſlouth</l>
                              <l>To ſerue and pleaſe euerich in that place,</l>
                              <l>That all her louen, that looken in her face.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The conſtable, &amp; dame hermegild his wife</l>
                              <l>Were painems, &amp; that countrey euery where,</l>
                              <l>But Hermegild loued her right as her life,</l>
                              <l>And Cuſtance hath ſo long ſoiourned there</l>
                              <l>In oriſons, with many a bitter tere,</l>
                              <l>Till Ieſu hath conuerted through his grace</l>
                              <l>Dame Hermegild, conſtableſſe of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> place.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In all that lond durſten no chriſten rout,</l>
                              <l>All chriſten folke been fled from the countre</l>
                              <l>Through painims, that conquered all about</l>
                              <l>The plagues of the North by lond and ſee:</l>
                              <l>To Wales fled the chriſtianite</l>
                              <l>Of old Bretons, dwelling in that Ile,</l>
                              <l>There was her refute for the meane while.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Yet nas there neuer Chriſten ſo exiled,</l>
                              <l>That there nas ſome in her priuite</l>
                              <l>
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honoured Chriſt, and Heathen beguiled,</l>
                              <l>And nigh the caſtle ſuch there dwellen three:</l>
                              <l>That one of hem was blind, &amp; might not ſee</l>
                              <l>* But it were with thilke eyen of his mind,</l>
                              <l>With which men ſeen after they been blind.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Bright was the ſunne, as in ſommers day,</l>
                              <l>For which the conſtable and his wife alſo</l>
                              <l>And Cuſtance, han taken the right way</l>
                              <l>Toward the ſea, a furlong way or two,</l>
                              <l>To plaien, and to romen to and fro:</l>
                              <l>And in her walke, three blind men they met</l>
                              <l>Crooked and old, with eyen faſt yſhet.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In the name of Chriſt cried this blind Breton</l>
                              <l>Dame Hermegild, yeue me ſight again:</l>
                              <l>This lady waxe afraied of the ſoun,</l>
                              <l>Leaſt that her huſbond ſhortly forto ſain</l>
                              <l>Would her for Ieſus Chriſts lore haue ſlain,</l>
                              <l>Till Cuſtance made her bold, &amp; bad her werch</l>
                              <l>The will of Chriſt, as doughter of his cherch.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The conſtable woxe abaſhed of that ſight,</l>
                              <l>And ſaied: what amounteth all this fare?</l>
                              <l>Cuſtance anſwered: ſir it is Chriſts might,</l>
                              <l>That helpeth folke out of the fiends ſnare:</l>
                              <l>And ſo ferforth ſhe gan our law declare,</l>
                              <l>That ſhe the conſtable ere that it was eue</l>
                              <l>Conuerted, and on Chriſt made him beleeue.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This conſtable was nothing lord of this place</l>
                              <l>Of which I ſpeake, there he Cuſtance fond,</l>
                              <l>But kept it ſtrongly many a Winter ſpace,</l>
                              <l>Vnder Alla, king of Northumberlond,</l>
                              <l>That was full wiſe, and worthy of his hond</l>
                              <l>Againe the Scots, as men may well here,</l>
                              <l>But tourne I woll againe to my mattere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Sathan, that euer vs waiteth to beguile,</l>
                              <l>Saw of Cuſtance all her perfectioun,</l>
                              <l>And caſt anon how he might quite her wile,</l>
                              <l>And made a yong knight y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> dwelt in the toun</l>
                              <l>Loue her ſo hot, of foule affectioun,</l>
                              <l>That verily him thought that he ſhould ſpill,</l>
                              <l>But he of her once might haue his will.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He woeth her, but it auailed nought,</l>
                              <l>She would doe no manner ſinne by no wey:</l>
                              <l>And for deſpight, he compaſſed in his thought</l>
                              <l>To maken her on ſhamefull death to dey:</l>
                              <l>He waiteth when the Conſtable is away,</l>
                              <l>And priuily on a night he crept</l>
                              <l>Into Hermgilds chamber while ſhe ſlept.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Werie forwaked in her oriſons</l>
                              <l>Sleepeth Cuſtance and Hermegilde alſo:</l>
                              <l>This knight, through ſathans temptations</l>
                              <l>All ſoftly is to the bed ygo,</l>
                              <l>And cut the throat of Hermegilde atwo,</l>
                              <l>And laied the bloody knife by dame Cuſtance.</l>
                              <l>&amp; went his way, ther God yeue him miſchance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Soon after cometh the conſtable home again</l>
                              <l>And eke Alla, that king was of that lond,</l>
                              <l>And ſaw his wife diſpitouſly yſlain,</l>
                              <l>For which he wept and wrong his hond,</l>
                              <l>And in the bed the bloody knife he fond</l>
                              <l>By dame Cuſtance, alas what might ſhe ſay?</l>
                              <l>For very wo her wit was all away.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>To king Alla was told all this miſchance,</l>
                              <l>And eke y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> time, and where, and in what wiſe,</l>
                              <l>That in a ſhip was founden this Cuſtance,</l>
                              <l>As here before ye han heard me deuiſe:</l>
                              <l>The kings heart for pity gan agriſe,</l>
                              <l>When he ſaw ſo benigne a creature</l>
                              <l>Fall in diſeaſe and in miſaduenture.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For as the lamb toward his deth is brought,</l>
                              <l>So ſtant this innocent beforne the king:</l>
                              <l>This fals knight y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath this treſon wrought</l>
                              <l>Bereth her in hond y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe hath don this thing:</l>
                              <l>But natheleſſe there was great mourning</l>
                              <l>Emong the people, and ſaid they cannot geſſe</l>
                              <l>That ſhe had done ſo great a wickedneſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For they han ſeen her euer ſo vertuous,</l>
                              <l>And louing Hermegild right as her life:</l>
                              <l>Of this bare witneſſe euerich in the hous,</l>
                              <l>Saue he that Hermegild ſlow with his knife:</l>
                              <l>This gentle king hath caught a great motife</l>
                              <l>Of this witneſs, &amp; thought he would enquere</l>
                              <l>Deeper in this caſe, the trouth to lere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Alas Cuſtance, thou haſt no champion,</l>
                              <l>He fight canſt thou not, ſo welaway:</l>
                              <l>But he that ſtarft for our redemption</l>
                              <l>And bond Sathan, and yet lith there he lay,</l>
                              <l>So be thy ſtrong champion this day:</l>
                              <l>For but if Chriſt on thee miracle kithe,</l>
                              <l>Without gilt thou ſhalt been ſlaine aſwithe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>She ſet her doun on knees, &amp; thus ſhe ſaid:</l>
                              <l>Immortall God, that ſauedeſt Suſanne</l>
                              <l>Fro fals blame, and thou mercifull maid,</l>
                              <l>Marie I meane, doughter to ſaint Anne,</l>
                              <l>Beforne whoſe child angels ſing Oſanne,</l>
                              <l>If I be guiltleſſe of this felonie,</l>
                              <l>My ſuccour be, or els ſhall I die.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Haue ye not ſeene ſometime a pale face</l>
                              <l>(Emong a prees) of hem that hath been lad</l>
                              <l>Toward his deth, wheras hem get no grace,</l>
                              <l>And ſuch a colour in his face hath had,</l>
                              <l>That men might know his face y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was biſtad</l>
                              <l>Emongs all the faces in that rout,</l>
                              <l>So ſtandeth Cuſtance, and loketh her about.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O Queenes liuing in proſperity,</l>
                              <l>Dutcheſſes, and ye ladies euerichone,</l>
                              <l>Haue ſome routh on her aduerſity,</l>
                              <l>An Emperors doughter ſtant alone:</l>
                              <l>She hath no wiȝt to whom to make her mone,</l>
                              <l>O blood roiall, that ſtondeth in this drede,</l>
                              <l>Fere of been thy friends at thy greateſt nede.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This Alla king, hath ſuche compaſſioun,</l>
                              <l>As gentle herte is full of pyte,</l>
                              <l>That from his eyen ran the water doun.</l>
                              <l>Nowe haſtely do fette a boke (qd. he)</l>
                              <l>And if this knight wol ſwere, how that ſhe</l>
                              <l>This woman ſlowe, yet wol we us avyſe</l>
                              <l>Whom that we wol ſhall ben our iuſtyſe</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
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                              <l>A Breton booke, written with Euangeles</l>
                              <l>Was fet, and thereon he ſwore anone,</l>
                              <l>She guilty was, and in the meane whiles</l>
                              <l>An hond him ſmote vpon the necke bone,</l>
                              <l>That doune he fell atones as a ſtone:</l>
                              <l>And both his eyen bruſt out of his face</l>
                              <l>In ſight of euery body in that place.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>A voice was heard, in generall audience</l>
                              <l>That ſaied: Thou haſt diſclandred guiltles</l>
                              <l>The doughter of holy chirch in high preſence,</l>
                              <l>Thus haſt thou doen, and yet I hold my pees.</l>
                              <l>Of this marueile agaſt was all the prees,</l>
                              <l>As diſmaide folke they ſtonden euerichone</l>
                              <l>For dread of wreche, ſaue Cuſtance alone.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Great was the dread and eke the repentance</l>
                              <l>Of hem that hadden wrought ſuſpection</l>
                              <l>Vpon this ſilly innocent Cuſtance,</l>
                              <l>And for this miracle, in concluſion</l>
                              <l>And by Cuſtances mediation</l>
                              <l>The king, and many another in that place</l>
                              <l>Conuerted was, thanked be Gods grace.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This fals knight was ſlain for his vntroth</l>
                              <l>By judgement of Alla haſtily,</l>
                              <l>And yet Cuſtance had of his death great roth,</l>
                              <l>And after this, Ieſus of his mercy</l>
                              <l>Made Alla wedden full ſolemnely</l>
                              <l>This holy maid, that is ſo bright and ſhene,</l>
                              <l>And thus hath Chriſt made Cuſtance a quene.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But who was wofull (if I ſhould not lie)</l>
                              <l>Of this wedding? but Donegild and no mo:</l>
                              <l>The kings mother, full of tyrannie,</l>
                              <l>Her thought her curſed hart braſt a two:</l>
                              <l>She would not that her ſonne had doe ſo,</l>
                              <l>Her thought a deſpight, that he ſhould take</l>
                              <l>So ſtraunge a creature vnto his make.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>* He liſt not of the chaffe ne of the ſtre,</l>
                              <l>Make ſo long a tale, as of the corne,</l>
                              <l>What ſhould I tell of the realte</l>
                              <l>Of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> mariage, or which courſe goth beforne:</l>
                              <l>Who bloweth in a trumpe or in a horne,</l>
                              <l>The fruit of euery tale is for to ſay,</l>
                              <l>They eaten and drinken, daunce, and play.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They gon to bed, as it was skill and right,</l>
                              <l>For though that wiues been ful holy things,</l>
                              <l>They muſt take in patience a night</l>
                              <l>Such manner neceſſaries, as been pleaſings</l>
                              <l>To folke that han wedded hem with rings,</l>
                              <l>And lay a little her holineſſe aſide</l>
                              <l>As for the time, it may none other betide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>On her he gat a man child anone,</l>
                              <l>And to a biſhop, and to his conſtable eke</l>
                              <l>He tooke his wife to keepe, when he is gone</l>
                              <l>To Scotland ward, his fomen for to ſeke.</l>
                              <l>Now fair Cuſtance y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is ſo humble and meke</l>
                              <l>So long is gone with child till that ſtill</l>
                              <l>She halt her chamber, abiding Chriſts will.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The time is come, a man child ſhe bare,</l>
                              <l>Mauricius at fontſtone they him call,</l>
                              <l>This conſtable doth forth come a meſſenger,</l>
                              <l>And wrote to his king that cleaped was Alla,</l>
                              <l>How that this bliſfull tiding is befall,</l>
                              <l>And other tidings needfull for to ſay,</l>
                              <l>He takes the letter, and forth goth his way.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This meſſenger to doen his auauntage,</l>
                              <l>Vnto the kings mother rideth ſwithe,</l>
                              <l>And ſalueth her full faire in his language,</l>
                              <l>Madame (qd. he) ye may be glad and blithe,</l>
                              <l>And thanked God an hundred thouſand ſith,</l>
                              <l>My lady quaene hath a child, withouten dout</l>
                              <l>To joy and bliſſe of all this reigne about.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Lo here the letters ſealed of this thing,</l>
                              <l>That I mote beare in all the haſt I may:</l>
                              <l>Yeue ye wol ought vnto your ſonne the king,</l>
                              <l>I am your ſeruaunt both night and day.</l>
                              <l>Donegilde anſwered, as at this time nay,</l>
                              <l>But here I woll all night thou take thy reſt,</l>
                              <l>To morrow woll I ſay thee what my leſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This meſſenger dronk ſadly both ale &amp; wine,</l>
                              <l>And ſtollen were his lettets priuily</l>
                              <l>Out of his boxe, while he ſlept as a ſwine,</l>
                              <l>And counterfeited was full ſubtilly</l>
                              <l>Another letter, wrought full ſinfully</l>
                              <l>Vnto the king direct of this mattere</l>
                              <l>Fro his Conſtable, as ye ſhall after here.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The letter ſpake the queene deliuered was</l>
                              <l>Of ſo horrible a fendliſhe creature,</l>
                              <l>That in the caſtle none ſo hardy was</l>
                              <l>That any while durſten therein endure:</l>
                              <l>The mother was an Elfe by auenture</l>
                              <l>I come, by charmes or by ſorcerie,</l>
                              <l>And euery wight hateth her companie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Wo was this king when he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> letter had ſein,</l>
                              <l>But to no wight he told his ſorrow ſore,</l>
                              <l>But with his owne hand he wrote again,</l>
                              <l>Welcome the ſonde of Chriſt for euermore</l>
                              <l>To me, that am new learned in his lore:</l>
                              <l>Lord, welcome be thy luſt and thy pleaſance,</l>
                              <l>My luſt I put all in thy ordinance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Keepeth this child, all be it foule or faire,</l>
                              <l>And eke may wife vnto mine home coming:</l>
                              <l>Chriſt when him leſt may ſend me an heire,</l>
                              <l>More agreeable than this to my liking:</l>
                              <l>This letter he ſealed, priuily weeping,</l>
                              <l>Which to the meſſenger was taken ſone,</l>
                              <l>And forth he goth, there is no more to done.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O meſſenger fulfilled of dronkeneſſe,</l>
                              <l>Strong is thy breth, thy limmes faltren aie,</l>
                              <l>And thou be wraieſt all ſecretneſſe,</l>
                              <l>Thy mind is ſorne, thou iangliſt as a Iaie:</l>
                              <l>Thy face is tourned in a new array,</l>
                              <l>* There dronkenneſſe reigneth in any rout,</l>
                              <l>There nis no counſaile hid withouten dout.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O Donegild, I ne haue non Engliſh digne</l>
                              <l>Vnto thy malice, and thy tirannie:</l>
                              <l>And therefore to the fende I thee reſigne,</l>
                              <l>Let him enditen of thy traitrie.</l>
                              <l>
                                 <pb n="44" facs="tcp:51487:40"/>
Fie manniſh fie: O nay by God I lie:</l>
                              <l>Fie fendiſhe ſpirit, for I dare well tell,</l>
                              <l>Though thou here walke, thy ſpirit is in hell.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This meſſenger came fro the king againe,</l>
                              <l>And at the kings mothers houſe he light,</l>
                              <l>And ſhe was of this meſſenger full faine,</l>
                              <l>And pleaſed him in all that euer ſhe might:</l>
                              <l>He dronke, and well his girdle vnder pight,</l>
                              <l>He ſleepeth, and he ſnoreth in his guiſe</l>
                              <l>All night, till the ſumme gan ariſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Eft were his letters ſtollen euerichone,</l>
                              <l>And counterfeited letters in this wiſe,</l>
                              <l>The king commaundeth his conſtable anone</l>
                              <l>Vpon paine of hanging on an high iewiſe,</l>
                              <l>That he ne ſhould ſuffren in no wiſe</l>
                              <l>Cuſtance, within his realme for to abide</l>
                              <l>Three daies, and a quarter of a tide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But in the ſame ſhip as he her fond,</l>
                              <l>Her and her young ſonne, and all her gere</l>
                              <l>He ſhould crouden, and put fro the lond,</l>
                              <l>And charge her, that ſhe neuer eft come there:</l>
                              <l>O Cuſtance, well may thy ghoſt haue fere,</l>
                              <l>And ſleeping in thy dreame been in pennance,</l>
                              <l>When Donegild caſt all this ordinance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This meſſenger on y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> morrow when he woke,</l>
                              <l>Vnto the caſtle halt the next way:</l>
                              <l>And to the Conſtable he the letter tooke,</l>
                              <l>And when that he this pitous letter ſey,</l>
                              <l>Full oft he ſaied (alas) and welaway,</l>
                              <l>Lord chriſt, qd. he, how may this world indure</l>
                              <l>So full of ſinne is many a creature.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O mighty God, if that it be thy will,</l>
                              <l>Sin thou art rightful iudge, how may it be</l>
                              <l>That thou wolt ſuffer innocence to ſpill,</l>
                              <l>And wicked folke to reigne in proſperite?</l>
                              <l>O, good Cuſtance (alas) ſo woe is me,</l>
                              <l>That I mote be thy turmentour, or els dey</l>
                              <l>On ſhames death, there nis none other wey.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Weepen both yong and old in that place,</l>
                              <l>When that the king this curſed letter ſent:</l>
                              <l>And Cuſtance with a deadly pale face,</l>
                              <l>The fourth day toward the ſhip ſhe went:</l>
                              <l>But natheleſſe ſhe taketh in good intent</l>
                              <l>The will of Chriſt, &amp; kneeling in that ſtrond,</l>
                              <l>She ſaied lord, aye welcome be thy ſond.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He that me kept fro that falſe blame,</l>
                              <l>Whiles I was on the lond amongs you,</l>
                              <l>He can me keepe fro harme &amp; eke fro ſhame</l>
                              <l>In the ſalt ſea, although I ſee not how:</l>
                              <l>As ſtrong as euer he was, he is now,</l>
                              <l>In him truſt I, and in his mother dere,</l>
                              <l>That is to me my ſaile and eke my ſtere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Her little child lay weeping in her arme,</l>
                              <l>And kneeling pitouſly to him ſhe ſaid,</l>
                              <l>Peace little ſonne, I woll do thee none harm:</l>
                              <l>With that her kercher off her head ſhe braid,</l>
                              <l>And ouer his little eyen ſhe it laid,</l>
                              <l>And in her arme ſhe lulleth it full faſt,</l>
                              <l>And into heauen her eyen vp the caſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Mother (qd. ſhe) and maiden bright Marie.</l>
                              <l>Sooth it is, that through womans eggement</l>
                              <l>Mankind was lore, and damned aye to die,</l>
                              <l>For which thy child was on croſſe yrent:</l>
                              <l>Thy blisfull eyen ſaw all his turment,</l>
                              <l>Then is there no compariſon betwene</l>
                              <l>Thy wo, and any wo that man may ſuſtene.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thou ſee thy child yſlaine before thine eien,</l>
                              <l>And yet liueth my little child parfay:</l>
                              <l>Now lady bright, to whom all wofull crien,</l>
                              <l>Thou glory of womanhead, thou faire may,</l>
                              <l>Thou hauen of refute, bright ſterre of day,</l>
                              <l>Rew on my child of thy gentilneſſe,</l>
                              <l>That reweſt on euery rufull in diſtreſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O little child (alas) what is thy guilt?</l>
                              <l>That neuer wroughteſt ſinne, as yet parde,</l>
                              <l>Why woll thine hard father haue thee ſpilt?</l>
                              <l>O mercy dear conſtable (qd. ſhee)</l>
                              <l>As let my little child dwell here with thee:</l>
                              <l>And if thou darſt not ſauen him fro blame,</l>
                              <l>So kiſſe him once in his fathers name.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Therwith ſhe looketh backward to the lond,</l>
                              <l>And ſaid: farewell husband routhleſſe:</l>
                              <l>And vp ſhe riſt, and walketh doune the ſtrond</l>
                              <l>Toward the ſhip, her followeth all the prees:</l>
                              <l>And aye ſhe praieth her child to hold his pees,</l>
                              <l>And taketh her leaue, and with an holy entent</l>
                              <l>She bleſſeth her, and into the ſhip ſhe went,</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Vitailed was the ſhip, it is no drede</l>
                              <l>Habundantly, for her a full long ſpace:</l>
                              <l>And other neceſſaries that ſhould nede</l>
                              <l>She had ynow, hereid by Gods grace:</l>
                              <l>For wind &amp; weather, almighty God purchace,</l>
                              <l>And bring her home, I can no better ſay,</l>
                              <l>But in the ſee ſhe driueth forth her way.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Alla the king cometh home ſoone after this</l>
                              <l>Vnto his caſtle, of which I told,</l>
                              <l>And asketh where his wife and his child is,</l>
                              <l>The conſtable gan about his heart wax cold,</l>
                              <l>And plainely all the manner him told</l>
                              <l>As ye han heard, I can tell it no better,</l>
                              <l>And ſhewed the king his ſeale and his letter.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And ſaid: lord as ye commaunded me</l>
                              <l>On paine of death, ſo haue I done certain:</l>
                              <l>This meſſenger turmented was, till he</l>
                              <l>Muſt be knowne, and tell plat and plain</l>
                              <l>Fro night to night, in what place he had lain:</l>
                              <l>And thus by wittie ſubtill enquiring,</l>
                              <l>Imagind was by whom this harm gan ſpring</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The hand was knowen that the letter wrot,</l>
                              <l>And all the venim of this curſed dede:</l>
                              <l>But in what wiſe, certainely I not,</l>
                              <l>The effect is this, that Alla out of drede</l>
                              <l>His mother ſlow, that may men plainly rede,</l>
                              <l>For that ſhe traitour was to her allegeaunce:</l>
                              <l>Thus endeth old Donegild with miſchaunce.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The ſorrow that this Alla night and day</l>
                              <l>Maketh for his child and his wife alſo,</l>
                              <l>
                                 <pb n="45" facs="tcp:51487:40"/>
There is no tongue that it tellen may.</l>
                              <l>But now woll I to Cuſtance go,</l>
                              <l>That fleeteth in the ſea in paine and wo</l>
                              <l>Fiue yeare and more, as liked Chriſts ſonde,</l>
                              <l>Or that her ſhip approched vnto londe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Vnder an heathen caſtle at the laſt,</l>
                              <l>(Of which the name in my text I not find)</l>
                              <l>Cuſtance and eke her child the ſea vp caſt,</l>
                              <l>Almighty God, that ſaueth all mankind,</l>
                              <l>Haue on Cuſtance &amp; on her child ſome mind,</l>
                              <l>That fallen is in heathen hond eftſoone.</l>
                              <l>In point to ſpill, as I ſhall tell you ſoone.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Doun fro the caſtle cometh there many a wight</l>
                              <l>To gauren on this ſhip, and on Cuſtance:</l>
                              <l>But ſhortly fro the caſtle on a night,</l>
                              <l>The lords ſteward (God yeue him miſchance)</l>
                              <l>A theefe, that had renied our creaunce,</l>
                              <l>Came into the ſhip alone, and ſaid he ſhould</l>
                              <l>Her lemman be, whether ſhe would or nold.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Wo was the wretched woman tho begon,</l>
                              <l>Her child and ſhe cried full pittouſly:</l>
                              <l>But blisfull Mary halpe her anon,</l>
                              <l>For with her ſtrogling well and mightily</l>
                              <l>The theefe fell ouer the boord all ſodainly,</l>
                              <l>And in the ſee he drenched for vengeance,</l>
                              <l>And thus hath Chriſt unwemmed kept Cu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>* O foule luſt of luxure, lo thine end,</l>
                              <l>Nat onely that thou fainteſt mans mind,</l>
                              <l>But verily, thou wolt his body ſhend,</l>
                              <l>The end of thy werke, or of thy luſts blind</l>
                              <l>Is complaining: how many one may men find</l>
                              <l>That not for werke ſomtime, but for thentent</l>
                              <l>To done this ſinne been either ſlaine or ſhent.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>How may this weak woman haue y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſtrength</l>
                              <l>Her to defend againſt this renegate?</l>
                              <l>O Golias, vnmeaſurable of length</l>
                              <l>How might Dauid make thee ſo mate?</l>
                              <l>So young and of armure ſo deſolate,</l>
                              <l>How durſt he looke on thy dreadfull face?</l>
                              <l>Well may men ſeene it is but Gods grace.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Who yaue Iudith courage or hardineſſe</l>
                              <l>To ſlean prince Holofernes in his tent,</l>
                              <l>And to deliuer out of wretchedneſſe</l>
                              <l>The people of God? I ſay, for this intent</l>
                              <l>That right as God ſpirit and vigor ſent</l>
                              <l>To hem, and ſaued hem out of miſchance,</l>
                              <l>So ſent he might and vigor to Cuſtance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Forth goth her ſhip through y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> narow mouth</l>
                              <l>Of Subalter and Sept, yfleeting aie</l>
                              <l>Somtime Weſt, &amp; ſomtime North &amp; South,</l>
                              <l>And ſometime Eaſt full many a wearie daie:</l>
                              <l>Till Chriſts mother, ybleſſed be ſhe aie,</l>
                              <l>Hath ſhapen through her endleſſe goodneſſe,</l>
                              <l>To make an end of all her heauineſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <trailer>Explicit ſecunda pars, &amp; ſequitur
pars tertia.</trailer>
                        </div>
                        <div n="3" type="part">
                           <lg>
                              <l>NOW let vs ſtint of Cuſtance but a
throw,</l>
                              <l>And ſpeake we of the Romane Emperour,</l>
                              <l>That out of Surrey hath by letters know</l>
                              <l>The ſlaughter of Chriſtians, and diſhonour</l>
                              <l>Doen to his doughter by a falſe traitour,</l>
                              <l>I meane the curſed wicked Soudonneſſe</l>
                              <l>That at the feaſt let ſtean both more and leſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For which this Emperour hath ſent anon</l>
                              <l>His ſenatour, with roiall ordinance,</l>
                              <l>And other lords God wote many one,</l>
                              <l>On Surreians to done high vengeance:</l>
                              <l>They brennen, ſlean, &amp; bring hem to miſchance</l>
                              <l>Full many a day: but ſhortly in the end</l>
                              <l>Homeward to Rome they ſhapen hem to wend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This ſenatour repaireth with victory</l>
                              <l>To Rome ward, ſayling full roially,</l>
                              <l>And met the ſhip driuing, as ſaith the ſtory,</l>
                              <l>In which Cuſtance ſat full pitouſly:</l>
                              <l>Nothing knew he what ſhe was, ne why</l>
                              <l>She was in ſuch array, ne ſhe nold ſey</l>
                              <l>Of her eſtate, though ſhe ſhoulden dey.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He bringeth her to Rome, and to his wife</l>
                              <l>He yaue her, and her young ſonne alſo:</l>
                              <l>And with the ſenatour ſhe lad her life.</l>
                              <l>Thus can our lady bring out of wo</l>
                              <l>Wofull Cuſtance, and many another mo:</l>
                              <l>And long time dwelled ſhe in that place</l>
                              <l>In holy werkes euer, as was her grace.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The ſenatours wife her aunt was,</l>
                              <l>But for all that ſhe knew her nere the more:</l>
                              <l>I woll no longer tarry in this caas,</l>
                              <l>But to king Alla, which I ſpake of yore,</l>
                              <l>That for his wife weepeth and ſiketh ſore,</l>
                              <l>I woll retourne, and let I woll Cuſtance</l>
                              <l>Vnder the ſenatours gouernance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>King Alla, which that had his mother ſlain,</l>
                              <l>Vpon a day fell in ſuch repentaunce,</l>
                              <l>That if I ſhortly tell all ſhall, and plain,</l>
                              <l>To Rome he cometh to receiue his penaunce,</l>
                              <l>And putten him in the Popes ordinaunce</l>
                              <l>In high and low, and Ieſu Chriſt beſought,</l>
                              <l>Foryeue his wicked werks that he wrought.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The fame anon through Rome town is born,</l>
                              <l>How Alla king ſhall come on pilgrimage,</l>
                              <l>By herbegers that wenten him beforn,</l>
                              <l>For which the ſenatour, as was vſage</l>
                              <l>Rode him againe, and many of his linage,</l>
                              <l>As well to ſhewen his high magnificence,</l>
                              <l>As to done any king reuerence.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Great cheare doth this noble ſenatour</l>
                              <l>To king Alla, and he to him alſo:</l>
                              <l>Euerich of hem doth other great honour,</l>
                              <l>And ſo befell, that on a day or two</l>
                              <l>This ſenatour is to king Alla go</l>
                              <l>To feaſt, and ſhortly if I ſhall not lie,</l>
                              <l>Cuſtances ſonne went in his companie.</l>
                              <l>
                                 <pb n="46" facs="tcp:51487:41"/>
Som men would ſain at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> requeſt of Cuſtance</l>
                              <l>This ſenatour had lad this child to feaſt:</l>
                              <l>I may not tellen euery circumſtance,</l>
                              <l>Be as be may, there was he at the leaſt:</l>
                              <l>But ſooth it is, right at his mothers heſt</l>
                              <l>Beforne Alla, during the meat ſpace</l>
                              <l>The child ſtood, looking in the kings face.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This Alla king hath of this child gret wonder,</l>
                              <l>And to the ſenatour he ſaid anon,</l>
                              <l>Whoſe is y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> faire child that ſtondeth yonder?</l>
                              <l>I not (qd. he) by God and by ſaint Iohn:</l>
                              <l>A mother he hath, but father hath he non,</l>
                              <l>That I of wote: but ſhortly in a ſtound</l>
                              <l>He told Alla how the child was yfound.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But God wot (qd. the Senatour alſo)</l>
                              <l>So vertuous a liuer in my life</l>
                              <l>Ne ſaw I neuer, as ſhe, ne heard of mo</l>
                              <l>Such wordly woman, maiden, ne of wife:</l>
                              <l>I dare well ſay ſhe had leuer a knife</l>
                              <l>Through her breſt, than ben a woman wicke.</l>
                              <l>* There is no man couth bring her to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> prick.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Now was the child as like Cuſtance</l>
                              <l>As poſſible is a creature for to be:</l>
                              <l>This Alla hath the face in remembrance</l>
                              <l>Of dame Cuſtance, and thereon muſed he,</l>
                              <l>Yeue that the childs mother were aught ſhe</l>
                              <l>That is his wife, and priuily he ſight,</l>
                              <l>And ſped him fro the table all that he might.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Parfay he thought, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> fatome is in mine hed,</l>
                              <l>I oughten deme of skilfull judgement,</l>
                              <l>That in the ſalt ſea my wife is ded:</l>
                              <l>And afterward he made his argument,</l>
                              <l>What wot I, if Chriſt hath hither ſent</l>
                              <l>My wife by ſea? as well as he her ſent</l>
                              <l>To my country, fro thence that ſhe was went.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>After anone, home with the Senatour</l>
                              <l>Goth Alla, for to ſee this wonder chaunce:</l>
                              <l>This Senatour doth Alla great honour,</l>
                              <l>And haſtily he ſent after Cuſtance:</l>
                              <l>But truſteth well, her luſt not to dance.</l>
                              <l>When that ſhe wiſt wherfore was that ſond,</l>
                              <l>Vnneth vpon her feet might ſhe ſtond.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>When Alla ſaw his wife, faire he her gret,</l>
                              <l>And wept, that it was ruth for to ſee,</l>
                              <l>For at the firſt looke he on her ſet,</l>
                              <l>He knew well verely that it was ſhe:</l>
                              <l>And for ſorrow, as dombe ſtant as a tree:</l>
                              <l>So was her heart ſhet in diſtreſſe,</l>
                              <l>When ſhe remembered his vnkindneſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Twice ſhe ſouned in his owne ſight,</l>
                              <l>He weepeth and him excuſeth pitouſly:</l>
                              <l>Now God (qd. he) and his hallowes bright</l>
                              <l>So wiſty on my ſoule haue mercy,</l>
                              <l>That of your harme as guiitleſſe am I,</l>
                              <l>As is Mauris my ſonne, ſo like your face,</l>
                              <l>Els the fiend me fetch out of this place.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Long was the ſobbing and the bitter pain,</l>
                              <l>Or that her wofull heart mighten ceaſe,</l>
                              <l>Great was the pity to heare hem complain,</l>
                              <l>Throgh which plaints gan her wo to encreſe.</l>
                              <l>I pray you all my labour to releaſe,</l>
                              <l>I may not tell her wo till to morrow,</l>
                              <l>I am ſo wearie to ſpeake of her ſorrow.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But finally, when the ſooth is wiſt,</l>
                              <l>That Alla guiltleſſe was of her wo,</l>
                              <l>I trow an hundred times been they kiſt,</l>
                              <l>And ſuch a bliſſe is there betwixt hem two,</l>
                              <l>That ſaue the joy that laſteth euermo,</l>
                              <l>There is no like, that any creature</l>
                              <l>Hath ſeen or ſhall, while the world may dure.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Tho praied ſhe her husbond meekely</l>
                              <l>In releaſing of her pitous paine,</l>
                              <l>That he would pray her father ſpecially,</l>
                              <l>That of his Majeſtie he would encline</l>
                              <l>To vouchſafe ſome day with him to dine:</l>
                              <l>She praied him eke, he ſhould by no way</l>
                              <l>To her father no word of her to ſay.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Some men would ſay, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the child Maurice</l>
                              <l>Doth this meſſage vntill this Emperour:</l>
                              <l>But as I geſſe, Alla was not ſo nice,</l>
                              <l>To him that was of ſo ſoueraigne honour,</l>
                              <l>As he that is of chriſten folke the flour,</l>
                              <l>To ſend a child, but it is bette to deeme</l>
                              <l>He went himſelfe, and ſo it may well ſeeme.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This Emperour graunted full gentilly</l>
                              <l>To come to dinner, as he him beſought:</l>
                              <l>And all ready he came, and looked buſily</l>
                              <l>Vpon this child, &amp; on his doughter thought:</l>
                              <l>Alla goeth to his inne, and as he him ought</l>
                              <l>Arraied for this feaſt in euery wiſe,</l>
                              <l>As ferforth as his cunning may ſuffice.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The morow came, and Alla gan him dreſſe</l>
                              <l>And eke his wife, the Emperour to mete:</l>
                              <l>And forth they ride in ioy and in gladneſſe,</l>
                              <l>And when ſhe ſaw her father in the ſtrete,</l>
                              <l>She light doune and falleth to his fete.</l>
                              <l>Father (qd. ſhe) your young child Cuſtance</l>
                              <l>Is now full cleane out of your remembrance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I am your doughter Cuſtance (qd. ſhe)</l>
                              <l>That whilome ye han ſent into Surrie:</l>
                              <l>It am I father, that in the ſalt ſee</l>
                              <l>Was put alone, and damned for to die.</l>
                              <l>Now good father I you mercy crie,</l>
                              <l>Send me no more into Heathenneſſe,</l>
                              <l>But thanken my lord here of his kindneſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Who can the pitous joy tellen all</l>
                              <l>Betwixt hem thre? ſince they been thus imet:</l>
                              <l>But of my tale make an end I ſhall</l>
                              <l>The day goeth faſt, I woll no longer let:</l>
                              <l>This glad folke to dinner been ylet,</l>
                              <l>In ioy and bliſſe, at meat I let hem dwell,</l>
                              <l>A thouſand fold well more than I can tell.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This child Mauris was ſithen Emperour</l>
                              <l>Made by the Pope, and liued chriſtenly,</l>
                              <l>To Chriſts church he did great honour:</l>
                              <l>But I let all this ſtorie paſſen by,</l>
                              <l>
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Of Cuſtance is my tale ſpecially,</l>
                              <l>In old Romane jeſtes men may find</l>
                              <l>Mauris life, I beare it not in mind.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This king Alla, when he his time ſey</l>
                              <l>With this Cuſtance, his holy wife ſo ſwete,</l>
                              <l>To Englond been they come the right wey,</l>
                              <l>Where as they liue in joy and in quiete.</l>
                              <l>But little while it laſteth I you hete,</l>
                              <l>* Ioy of this world fer time woll not abide,</l>
                              <l>Fro day to night, it chaungeth as the tide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Who liued euer in ſuch delite a day,</l>
                              <l>That he ne meued either in conſcience</l>
                              <l>Or ire, or talent of ſome kin affray,</l>
                              <l>Enuie or pride, or paſſion, or offence?</l>
                              <l>I ne ſay, but for this end and ſentence,</l>
                              <l>That little while in ioy or in pleaſance</l>
                              <l>Laſteth the bliſſe of Alla with Cuſtance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>* For death, that taketh of hie &amp; low his rent,</l>
                              <l>When paſſed was a yeare, euen as I geſſe,</l>
                              <l>Out of this world king Alla gan hent,</l>
                              <l>For whom Cuſtance hath full great heauines.</l>
                              <l>Now let vs praien God his ſoule to bleſſe:</l>
                              <l>And dame Cuſtance, finally to ſay,</l>
                              <l>Toward the toune of Rome goth her way.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>To Rome is come this holy creature,</l>
                              <l>And findeth her father whole and ſound:</l>
                              <l>Now is ſhe ſcaped all her auenture,</l>
                              <l>And when that ſhe her father hath yfound,</l>
                              <l>Doune on her knees ſhe goeth to ground</l>
                              <l>Weeping for tenderneſſe in her heart blithe,</l>
                              <l>She herieth God an hundred thouſand ſithe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In vertue and holy almes dede</l>
                              <l>They liuen all, and neuer aſunder wend,</l>
                              <l>Till death departen hem, this life they lede:</l>
                              <l>And fareth now well, my tale is at an end.</l>
                              <l>Now Ieſu Chriſt, that of his might may ſend</l>
                              <l>Ioy after wo, gouerne vs in his grace,</l>
                              <l>And keepe vs all that been in this place.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Squires Prologue.</head>
                     <l>OUR hoſt on his ſtirrops ſtoode anon,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid: good men hearkeneth eueri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chon,</l>
                     <l>This was a thriftie tale for the nones:</l>
                     <l>Sir pariſh prieſt (qd. he) for Gods bones,</l>
                     <l>Tell vs a tale, as was thy forward yore:</l>
                     <l>I ſee well that ye learned men in lore,</l>
                     <l>Can muckle good, by Gods dignite.</l>
                     <l>The Parſon him anſwerd, benedicite,</l>
                     <l>What eileth the man, ſo ſinfully to ſwere?</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt anſwerd, O Ienkin, be ye there?</l>
                     <l>Now good men (qd. our hoſt) harkneth to me,</l>
                     <l>I ſmell a loller in the wind (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>Abideth for Gods digne paſſion,</l>
                     <l>For we ſhall haue a predication:</l>
                     <l>This loller here woll preachen vs ſomewhat.</l>
                     <l>Nay by my fathers ſoule, that ſhall he nat,</l>
                     <l>Saied the Squier, here ſhall he nat preach,</l>
                     <l>Here ſhall he no Goſpell gloſe ne teach:</l>
                     <l>We leueth all in the great God (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>He would ſowen ſome difficulte,</l>
                     <l>* Or ſpring ſome cockle in our cleane corne.</l>
                     <l>And therefore hoſt, I warne thee beforne,</l>
                     <l>My jolly body ſhall a tale tell,</l>
                     <l>And I ſhall ringen you ſo merry a bell,</l>
                     <l>That I ſhall waken all this companie:</l>
                     <l>But it ſhall not been of Philoſophie,</l>
                     <l>Ne of Phyſicke, ne tearmes queint of law,</l>
                     <l>There is but little Latine in my maw.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <argument>
                           <p>The King of Arabie ſendeth to Cambuſcan King of Sarra, an Horſe and a Sword of rare qualitie:
and to his daughter Canace a Glaſs and a Ring, by the vertue whereof ſhe underſtandeth the lan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guage
of all Fowls. Much of this Tale is either loſt, or elſe never finiſhed by Chaucer.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <head>The Squires Tale.</head>
                        <div n="1" type="part">
                           <l>AT Sarra, in the lond of Tartarie,</l>
                           <l>There dwelt a king that warred on
Surrie,</l>
                           <l>Through which ther died many a
doughtie man:</l>
                           <l>This noble king was called Cambuſcan.</l>
                           <l>Which in his time was of ſo great renoun,</l>
                           <l>That there nas no where in no regioun</l>
                           <l>So excellent a lord in all thing:</l>
                           <l>Him lacked nought that longeth to a king,</l>
                           <l>As of the ſect of which he was borne.</l>
                           <l>He kept his lay to which he was ſworne,</l>
                           <l>And thereto he was hardie, wiſe, and riche,</l>
                           <l>And pitous and juſt alway yliche:</l>
                           <l>True of his word, benigne and honourable</l>
                           <l>Of his corage, as any centre ſtable.</l>
                           <l>Young, freſh, and ſtrong, in armes deſirous,</l>
                           <l>As any batcheler of all his hous,</l>
                           <l>A faire perſon he was, and fortunate,</l>
                           <l>And kept alway ſo roiall aſtate,</l>
                           <l>That there nas no where ſuch another man.</l>
                           <l>This noble king, this Tartre, this Cambu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſcan</l>
                           <l>Had two ſonnes by Eltheta his wife,</l>
                           <l>Of which the eldeſt hight Algarſife,</l>
                           <l>That other was cleaped Camballo.</l>
                           <l>A doughter had this worthy king alſo</l>
                           <l>That youngeſt was, and hight Canace:</l>
                           <l>But for to tell you all her beaute,</l>
                           <l>It lithe not in my tong, ne in my conning,</l>
                           <l>I dare not vndertake ſo high a thing:</l>
                           <l>Mine Engliſh eke is vnſufficient,</l>
                           <l>It muſt been a Rethor excellent,</l>
                           <l>That couth his colours longing for the art.</l>
                           <l>If he ſhould diſcriue here every part:</l>
                           <l>I am none ſuch, I mote ſpeake as I can.</l>
                           <l>And ſo befell, that this Cambuſcan</l>
                           <l>Hath twenty Winter borne his diademe,</l>
                           <l>As he was wont fro yeare to yeare I denie</l>
                           <l>He let the feaſt of his natiuity</l>
                           <l>Doen crien, throughout Sarra his city,</l>
                           <l>The laſt Idus of March, after the yere.</l>
                           <l>Phebus the Sunne full jolly was &amp; clere,</l>
                           <l>For he was nigh his exaltation</l>
                           <l>In Marces face, and in his manſion</l>
                           <l>
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In Aries, the collerike, the hote ſigne:</l>
                           <l>Full luſtie was the weather and benigne,</l>
                           <l>For which the foules ayenſt the ſunne ſhene</l>
                           <l>What for the ſeaſon and the yong grene,</l>
                           <l>Full louden ſong her affections:</l>
                           <l>Hem ſeemed han getten hem protections</l>
                           <l>Ayen the ſwerd of Winter kene and cold.</l>
                           <l>This Cambuſcan, of which I haue you told</l>
                           <l>In roiall veſtements, ſit on his deis</l>
                           <l>With diademe, full high in his paleis:</l>
                           <l>And held his feaſt ſo roiall and ſo riche,</l>
                           <l>That in this world nas there none it liche.</l>
                           <l>Of which, if I ſhall tell all the array,</l>
                           <l>Then would it occupie a Sommers day,</l>
                           <l>And eke it needeth not to deuiſe</l>
                           <l>At euery courſe the order of ſeruice.</l>
                           <l>I wol not tellen as now of her ſtrange ſewes,</l>
                           <l>Ne of her Swans, ne of her Heronſewes.</l>
                           <l>Eke in that lond, as tellen knights old</l>
                           <l>There is ſome meat that is full dainty hold,</l>
                           <l>That in this lond men retch of it but ſmall:</l>
                           <l>There is no man that may reporten all.</l>
                           <l>I will not tarie you, for it is prime,</l>
                           <l>And for it is no fruit, but loſſe of time,</l>
                           <l>Vnto my firſt purpoſe I woll haue recourſe.</l>
                           <l>And ſo befell that after the third courſe,</l>
                           <l>While that this king ſit thus in his noblay,</l>
                           <l>Hearkening his minſtrals her things play,</l>
                           <l>Beforne him at his boord deliciouſly</l>
                           <l>In at the hall doore all ſuddainely</l>
                           <l>There came a knight on a ſteed of braſſe,</l>
                           <l>And in his hond a broad mirrour of glaſſe:</l>
                           <l>Vpon his thombe he had of gold a ring,</l>
                           <l>And by his ſide a naked ſword honging,</l>
                           <l>And vp he rideth to the high bord.</l>
                           <l>In all the hall ne was there ſpoke a word,</l>
                           <l>For maruaile of the knight, him to behold</l>
                           <l>Full buſily they waiten yong and old.</l>
                           <l>This ſtraunge knight y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> come thus ſodenly</l>
                           <l>All armed ſaue his head, full roially</l>
                           <l>Salued king and queene, and lords all</l>
                           <l>By order, as they ſitten in the hall,</l>
                           <l>With ſo high reuerence and obeiſaunce,</l>
                           <l>As well in ſpeech as in countenaunce,</l>
                           <l>That Gawaine with his old courteſie,</l>
                           <l>Though he come ayen out of fairie,</l>
                           <l>Ne could him not amend of no word.</l>
                           <l>And after this, before the high bord</l>
                           <l>He with a manly voice ſaied his meſſage,</l>
                           <l>After the forme vſed in his language,</l>
                           <l>Without vice of ſillable or of letter.</l>
                           <l>And for his tale ſhould ſeeme the better,</l>
                           <l>Accordant to his words was his chere,</l>
                           <l>As teacheth art of ſpeech hem that it lere.</l>
                           <l>All be that I cannot ſowne his ſtile,</l>
                           <l>Ne I cannot climben ſo high a ſtile:</l>
                           <l>Yet ſay I thus as to my comen intent,</l>
                           <l>Thus much amounteth all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> euer he ment,</l>
                           <l>If it ſo be, that I haue it in my mind.</l>
                           <l>He ſaied: The king of Araby and of Inde</l>
                           <l>My liege lord, on this ſolemne day</l>
                           <l>Salueth you as he beſt can and may,</l>
                           <l>And ſendeth you in honour of your feeſt</l>
                           <l>By me that am readie at your heeſt</l>
                           <l>This ſteed of braſſe, that eaſily and well</l>
                           <l>Can in the ſpace of a day naturell</l>
                           <l>(That is to ſay, in foure and twenty houres)</l>
                           <l>Where ſo ye liſt, in drought or in ſhoures</l>
                           <l>Beren your body into euery place,</l>
                           <l>Into which your heart willeth to pace,</l>
                           <l>Without weine of you, through foule or faire.</l>
                           <l>Or if ye liſt to fleen in the aire,</l>
                           <l>As doth an Eagle, when him liſt to ſore,</l>
                           <l>This ſame ſteed ſhall beare you euermore</l>
                           <l>Withouten harm, till you been there you leſt,</l>
                           <l>Though that ye ſleepen on his back and reſt,</l>
                           <l>And turne again, with writhing of a pin.</l>
                           <l>He that it wrought, could full many a gin:</l>
                           <l>He waited many a conſtellation,</l>
                           <l>Or he had doen this operation,</l>
                           <l>And knew full many a ſeale &amp; many a bond.</l>
                           <l>This mirror eke that I haue in mine hond,</l>
                           <l>Hath ſuch a might, that men may in it ſee,</l>
                           <l>When there ſhall fallen any aduerſitee</l>
                           <l>Vnto your reigne, or to your ſelfe alſo:</l>
                           <l>And openly ſee, who is your friend and fo:</l>
                           <l>And ouer all this, if any lady bright,</l>
                           <l>Hath ſet her heart on any manner wight,</l>
                           <l>If he be falſe, ſhe ſhall the treaſon ſee,</l>
                           <l>His new loue, and all his ſubteltee</l>
                           <l>So openly, that there ſhall nothing hide.</l>
                           <l>Wherefore againe this luſty Summer tide</l>
                           <l>This mirrour and this ring, that ye may ſe,</l>
                           <l>He hath ſent to my lady Canace</l>
                           <l>Your excellent doughter that is here.</l>
                           <l>The vertue of this ring, if ye woll here</l>
                           <l>Is this, that if ſhe liſt it for to were</l>
                           <l>Vpon her thombe, or in her purſe it bere,</l>
                           <l>There is no foule that fleeth under heuen,</l>
                           <l>That ſhe ne ſhall vnderſtond his ſteuen,</l>
                           <l>And know his meaning openly and plaine,</l>
                           <l>And anſwere him in his language againe:</l>
                           <l>And euery graſſe that groweth vpon root</l>
                           <l>She ſhall wel know, &amp; whom it wol do boot,</l>
                           <l>All he his wounds neuer ſo deepe and wide.</l>
                           <l>This naked ſwerd that hangeth by my ſide,</l>
                           <l>Such vertue hath, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> what man ſo ye ſmite,</l>
                           <l>Throughout his armure it woll kerue &amp; bite,</l>
                           <l>Were it as thicke as a braunched oke:</l>
                           <l>And what man y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is wounded with the ſtroke</l>
                           <l>Shall neuer be hole, till that you liſt of grace</l>
                           <l>To ſtroken him with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> platte in thilke place</l>
                           <l>There he is hurt, this is as much to ſaine,</l>
                           <l>Ye mote with the plat ſwerd againe</l>
                           <l>Stroken him in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wound, and it woll cloſe:</l>
                           <l>This is very ſooth withouten gloſe,</l>
                           <l>It faileth not, whiles it is in your hold.</l>
                           <l>And when this kniȝt hath thus his tale told,</l>
                           <l>He rideth out of the hall, and doun he light:</l>
                           <l>His ſteed, which that ſhone as Sunne bright</l>
                           <l>Stant in the court ſtill as any ſtone:</l>
                           <l>The knight is in to chamber ſadde anone,</l>
                           <l>He is vnarmed, and to the meat yſette,</l>
                           <l>And all theſe preſents been full rich yfette,</l>
                           <l>This is to ſain, the ſwerd &amp; eke the mirrour</l>
                           <l>And borne anon was into the high tour,</l>
                           <l>With certaine officers ordained therefore:</l>
                           <l>And to Canace the ring is bore</l>
                           <l>Solemnely, there ſhe ſat at the table.</l>
                           <l>But ſikerly without any fable</l>
                           <l>The horſe of braſſe, that may not be remeued,</l>
                           <l>It ſtant, as it were to the ground yglewed:</l>
                           <l>
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There may no man out of the place it driue</l>
                           <l>For none engine, or windlas, or poliue:</l>
                           <l>And cauſe why, for they cannot the craft,</l>
                           <l>And therefore in the place they han it laft,</l>
                           <l>Till y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the knight hath taught hem y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> manere</l>
                           <l>To voiden him, as ye ſhall after here.</l>
                           <l>Great was y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> prees, that ſwarmed to &amp; fro</l>
                           <l>To gauren on the hors that ſtondeth ſo:</l>
                           <l>For it ſo high was, and ſo broad and long,</l>
                           <l>So well proportioned for to been ſtrong,</l>
                           <l>Right as it were a ſteed of Lombardie:</l>
                           <l>Therewith ſo horſly, and ſo quicke of eie,</l>
                           <l>As it a gentle courſer of Poile were:</l>
                           <l>For certes, fro his tale to his ere</l>
                           <l>Nature ne art coud him not amend</l>
                           <l>In no degree, as all the people wend.</l>
                           <l>But euermore her moſt wonder was,</l>
                           <l>How that he couth gon, and was of bras?</l>
                           <l>It was of fairie, as the people ſemed:</l>
                           <l>Diuers folke diuerſly they demed,</l>
                           <l>* As many heads, as many wits there been:</l>
                           <l>They murmure, as doth a ſwarme of Been,</l>
                           <l>And maden ſkils after her fantaſies,</l>
                           <l>Rehearſing of the old Poetries,</l>
                           <l>And ſaied it was ylike the Pegaſe</l>
                           <l>The hors that had wings for to flee,</l>
                           <l>Or els was the Greekes hors Sinon,</l>
                           <l>That brought Troy to deſtruction,</l>
                           <l>As men in theſe old bookes rede.</l>
                           <l>Mine heart (qd. one) is euermore in drede,</l>
                           <l>I trow ſome men of armes been therein,</l>
                           <l>That ſhapen hem this citie for to win:</l>
                           <l>It were right good y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſuch things were know.</l>
                           <l>And other rowned to his felaw low,</l>
                           <l>And ſaied he lied, for it is rather like</l>
                           <l>An apparence made by ſome Magike,</l>
                           <l>As Iogglours plaien at theſe feaſts great:</l>
                           <l>Of ſundry thoughts thus they iangle &amp; treat,</l>
                           <l>* As leaud people deemeth commonly</l>
                           <l>Of things that been made more ſubtilly,</l>
                           <l>Than they can in her leaudneſſe comprehend:</l>
                           <l>They demen gladly to the badder end.</l>
                           <l>And ſome of hem wondren on the mirrour,</l>
                           <l>(That born was vp to the maiſter tour)</l>
                           <l>How men mighten in it ſuch things ſee.</l>
                           <l>Another anſwered, certes it might well bee</l>
                           <l>Naturally by compoſitions</l>
                           <l>Of Angels and of ſlie reflections:</l>
                           <l>And ſaiden that in Rome was ſuch on.</l>
                           <l>They ſpeaken of Alhazen and Vitellion,</l>
                           <l>And Ariſtotle that writeth in her liues</l>
                           <l>Of queint mirrours, and of proſpecttues,</l>
                           <l>As knowen they that han her bookes heard.</l>
                           <l>And other folk han wondred on the ſweard</l>
                           <l>That would ſo piercen through euery thing:</l>
                           <l>And fell in ſpeech of Telephus the king,</l>
                           <l>And of Achilles for his queint ſpere,</l>
                           <l>For he couth with it both heale and dere,</l>
                           <l>Right in ſuch wiſe as men may with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſwerd,</l>
                           <l>Of which right now ye haue your ſelue herd.</l>
                           <l>They ſpeaken of ſundry harding of mettall,</l>
                           <l>And ſpeaken of medicines eke withall,</l>
                           <l>And how, and when it ſhould hardened be,</l>
                           <l>Which is vnknow algate to me.</l>
                           <l>Tho ſpeake they of Canaces ring,</l>
                           <l>And ſaiden all, that ſuch a wonder thing</l>
                           <l>Of craft of rings heard they neuer non,</l>
                           <l>Saue that Moſes and king Salamon</l>
                           <l>Had a name of cunning of ſuch art:</l>
                           <l>Thus ſain the people, and drawen hem apart</l>
                           <l>But natheleſſe, ſome ſaiden that it was</l>
                           <l>Wonder to make of ferne aſhen, glas,</l>
                           <l>And yet is glas not like aſhen of ferne,</l>
                           <l>But for that they han knowen it ſo ferne,</l>
                           <l>Therefore ceaſeth her iangling and wonder.</l>
                           <l>As ſore wandren ſome on cauſe of thunder,</l>
                           <l>On ebbe and floud, on goſſomer, and on miſt,</l>
                           <l>And on all thing, till the cauſe is wiſt.</l>
                           <l>Thus ianglen they, and demen and deuiſe,</l>
                           <l>Till that the king gan fro his boord ariſe.</l>
                           <l>Phebus hath left the angle meridionall,</l>
                           <l>And yet aſcending was the beeſt royall</l>
                           <l>The gentle Lion with his Aldrean,</l>
                           <l>When that this Tartre king Cambuſcan</l>
                           <l>Roſe from his bord, there as he fat full hie:</l>
                           <l>Beforne him goth the loud minſtralcie,</l>
                           <l>Till he came to his chamber of paraments,</l>
                           <l>There as they ſownen diuers inſtruments,</l>
                           <l>That is like an heuen for to here.</l>
                           <l>Now dauncen luſty Venus children dere:</l>
                           <l>For in the fiſh her lady ſat full hie,</l>
                           <l>And looketh on hem with a friendly eie.</l>
                           <l>This noble king is ſet vpon his trone,</l>
                           <l>This ſtraunge knight is fet to him full ſone,</l>
                           <l>And in the daunce he goeth with Canace.</l>
                           <l>Here is the reuell and the iolite</l>
                           <l>That is not able a dull man to deuiſe:</l>
                           <l>He muſt han know loue and her ſeruiſe</l>
                           <l>And been a feeſtliche man, as freſh as May,</l>
                           <l>That ſhould you deuiſe ſuch an array.</l>
                           <l>Who couth tellen you y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> forme of daunces</l>
                           <l>So vncouth, and ſo freſh countenaunces?</l>
                           <l>Such ſubtill lookings and diſſimulings</l>
                           <l>For dread of jealous mens apperceiuings?</l>
                           <l>Ne man but Launcelot, and he is dead</l>
                           <l>Therefore I paſſe ouer all this luſty head,</l>
                           <l>I ſay no more, but in this iollineſſe</l>
                           <l>I lete hem, till men to ſupper them dreſſe.</l>
                           <l>The ſteward biddeth ſpices for to hie</l>
                           <l>And eke the wine, in all this melodie</l>
                           <l>The vſhers and the ſquires been ygone,</l>
                           <l>The ſpices and the wine is comen anone:</l>
                           <l>They eten &amp; dronken, &amp; when this had an end</l>
                           <l>Vnto the temple, as reaſon was, they wend:</l>
                           <l>The ſeruice done, they ſoupen all by day.</l>
                           <l>What needeth it to rehearſen her array?</l>
                           <l>Each man wot well, that at a kings feaſt</l>
                           <l>Is plenty, to the moſt and to the leaſt</l>
                           <l>And dainties mo, than been it my knowing.</l>
                           <l>And after ſupper goeth this noble king</l>
                           <l>To ſeen this horſe of braſſe, with all his rout</l>
                           <l>Of lords and of ladies him about:</l>
                           <l>Such wondring there was on this horſe of bras,</l>
                           <l>That ſithen the great ſiege of Troy was,</l>
                           <l>There as men wondred on an horſe alſo,</l>
                           <l>Ne was there ſuch a wondring, as was tho.</l>
                           <l>But finally, the king asketh the knight</l>
                           <l>The vertue of this horſe and the night,</l>
                           <l>And praied him to tell of his gouernaunce.</l>
                           <l>The horſe anon gan to trip and daunce.</l>
                           <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> this knight laid hond on his raine,</l>
                           <l>And ſaid, ſir there is no more to ſaine,</l>
                           <l>
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But when you liſt to riden any where,</l>
                           <l>Ye mote trill a pin, ſtant in his ere:</l>
                           <l>Which I ſhall tell you betweene vs two.</l>
                           <l>Ye mote nempne him to what place alſo,</l>
                           <l>Or to what country you liſt to ride.</l>
                           <l>And when ye come there you liſt abide,</l>
                           <l>Bid him diſcend, and trill another pin,</l>
                           <l>For therein lieth the effect of all the gin:</l>
                           <l>And he woll downe diſcend &amp; done your will,</l>
                           <l>And in that place he woll abide ſtill:</l>
                           <l>Though al y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> world had the contrary ſworne,</l>
                           <l>He ſhall not thence be ythrow ne yborne,</l>
                           <l>Or if you liſten bid him thence to gone,</l>
                           <l>Trill this pin, and he woll vaniſh anone</l>
                           <l>Out of the ſight of euery manner wight,</l>
                           <l>And come ayen, be it day or night,</l>
                           <l>When that you liſt to clepen him againe</l>
                           <l>In ſuch a guiſe, as I ſhall to you ſaine</l>
                           <l>Betwixt you and me, and that full ſone,</l>
                           <l>Ride when you liſt, there nis no more to done.</l>
                           <l>Enfourmed when y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> king was of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knight,</l>
                           <l>And hath conceiued in his wit aright</l>
                           <l>The manner and the forme of all this thing,</l>
                           <l>Full glad and full blith, the noble king</l>
                           <l>Repaireth to his reuell, as beforne:</l>
                           <l>The bridie is in the toure yborne,</l>
                           <l>And kept among his iewels lefe and dere:</l>
                           <l>The horſe vaniſhed, I not in what mannere</l>
                           <l>Out of her ſight, ye get no more of me:</l>
                           <l>But thus I lete in luſt an iolite</l>
                           <l>This Cambuſcan, and his lords feaſting</l>
                           <l>Till well nigh the day began to ſpring.</l>
                           <trailer>Explicit prima pars: &amp; ſequitur
pars ſecunda.</trailer>
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                           <l>THe noryce of digeſtion, the ſleepe</l>
                           <l>Gan on hem winke, and bad hem take
keepe,</l>
                           <l>* That mirth, drink, and labour woll haue
reſt:</l>
                           <l>And with a galping mouth hem all he keſt,</l>
                           <l>And ſaid, it was time to lie adoun,</l>
                           <l>For blood was in his dominatioun:</l>
                           <l>* Cheriſheth blood, natures friend (qd. hee)</l>
                           <l>They thanken him galping, by two by three,</l>
                           <l>And euery wight gan drawen him to his reſt,</l>
                           <l>As ſleepe hem bade, chey tooke it for the beſt.</l>
                           <l>Her dreames ſhul not now ben ytold for me,</l>
                           <l>Full were her heeds of fumoſite,</l>
                           <l>That cauſeth dreames, of which there is no charge,</l>
                           <l>They ſleepen ſoundly, till it was prime large</l>
                           <l>The moſt part, but it were Canace:</l>
                           <l>She was full meaſurable, as women be.</l>
                           <l>For of her father had ſhe take her leue</l>
                           <l>To gone to reſt, ſoone after it was eue:</l>
                           <l>Her liſt not apalled for to be,</l>
                           <l>Nor on the morrow, vnfeſtliche for to ſee</l>
                           <l>And ſlept her firſt ſlepe, and then awoke</l>
                           <l>For ſuch a joy ſhe in her heart tooke</l>
                           <l>Both of her queynt ring, &amp; of her mirrour,</l>
                           <l>That twenty times ſhe chaunged her colour:</l>
                           <l>And in her ſlepe, right for impreſſion</l>
                           <l>Of her mirrour, ſhe had a viſion.</l>
                           <l>Wherfore, or that the ſunne vp gan glide,</l>
                           <l>She cleped her maiſtreſſes her beſide</l>
                           <l>And ſaid, that her luſt for to ariſe.</l>
                           <l>Theſe old women that been gladly wiſe</l>
                           <l>As is her maiſtreſſe, anſwerd her anon,</l>
                           <l>And ſaid: Madam whider woll ye gon</l>
                           <l>Thus early? for folke been all in reſt.</l>
                           <l>I woll (quoth ſhe ariſe) for me leſt</l>
                           <l>No lenger to ſlepe but walken about.</l>
                           <l>Her maiſtreſſe cleped women a great rout,</l>
                           <l>And vp they riſen, wel ten or twelue:</l>
                           <l>Vp riſeth freſh Canace her ſelue</l>
                           <l>As ioly and bright, as the yong ſunne,</l>
                           <l>That in the Ram is foure degrees vp runne,</l>
                           <l>No higher was he, whan ſhe ready was:</l>
                           <l>And forth ſhe walked an eaſie paas</l>
                           <l>Arrayed after the luſty ſeaſon ſote,</l>
                           <l>Lightly for to playen, and walken on foote:</l>
                           <l>Nought but fiue or ſixe of her meyne,</l>
                           <l>And in a trenche, fer in the parke goeth ſhe.</l>
                           <l>The vapor which that fro the earth glode,</l>
                           <l>Maketh the ſunne to ſeem ruddy and brode:</l>
                           <l>But natheleſſe, it was ſo faire a ſight,</l>
                           <l>That it made all her hearts for to light,</l>
                           <l>What for the ſeaſon, and for the morowning,</l>
                           <l>And for the foules that ſhe herde to ſing.</l>
                           <l>For right anon, ſhe wiſte what they ment</l>
                           <l>Right by her ſong, and knew al her entent.</l>
                           <l>* The knot why, that euery tale is tolde,</l>
                           <l>If it be taried till luſt be colde</l>
                           <l>Of hem that han it hearkened after yore,</l>
                           <l>The ſauour paſſeth, euer lenger the more,</l>
                           <l>For fulſumnes of prolixite,</l>
                           <l>And by that ſame reaſon thinketh me</l>
                           <l>I ſhould vnto the ſame knot condiſcende,</l>
                           <l>And make of her walking ſone an ende.</l>
                           <l>Amidde a tre, for dry as white as chalke,</l>
                           <l>As Canace was playing in her walke,</l>
                           <l>There ſat a falcon ouer head full hie,</l>
                           <l>That with a pitious voyce gan to cry,</l>
                           <l>That all the wood reſouned of her cry,</l>
                           <l>And beaten had her ſelfe ſo pitouſly</l>
                           <l>With both her wings, till the reed blood</l>
                           <l>Ran endlong the tre, there as ſhe ſtood:</l>
                           <l>And euer in one ſhe cryed and ſhright,</l>
                           <l>And with her becke, her ſeluen ſo ſhe pight,</l>
                           <l>That there nas Tygre, ne cruell beaſt</l>
                           <l>That dwelleth in wood, neither in forreſt,</l>
                           <l>That nolde han wept, if that they wepe coud,</l>
                           <l>For ſorrow of her, ſhe ſhright alway ſo loud.</l>
                           <l>For there was neuer yet man on liue,</l>
                           <l>If that he couthe a Falcon well diſcriue,</l>
                           <l>That herde of ſuch another of fayrenes</l>
                           <l>As wel of plumage, as of gentilnes,</l>
                           <l>Of ſhape, of all that might irekened be:</l>
                           <l>A Falcon peregryn than ſeemed ſhe</l>
                           <l>Of fremd lond, and euermore as ſhe ſtood,</l>
                           <l>She ſwounded now &amp; now for lacke of blood,</l>
                           <l>Til welny is ſhe fallen fro the tree.</l>
                           <l>This faire kings doughter, this Canace,</l>
                           <l>That on her finger bare the queint ring,</l>
                           <l>Through which ſhe vnderſtood wel euery thing</l>
                           <l>That any foule may in his leden ſaine,</l>
                           <l>And coud anſwere him in his leden againe,</l>
                           <l>Hath vnderſtand what this falcon ſeyd</l>
                           <l>And welny for routhe almoſt ſhe deyd:</l>
                           <l>And to the tree ſhe goeth full haſtily</l>
                           <l>And on this Falcon gan looke pitouſly,</l>
                           <l>
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And held her lap abroad, for well ſhe wiſt</l>
                           <l>The Falcon muſt fallen from the twiſt</l>
                           <l>Whan y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe ſwouned next, for lacke of blood:</l>
                           <l>A long while to waiten there ſhe ſtood,</l>
                           <l>Till at the laſt ſhe ſpake in this manere</l>
                           <l>Vnto the hauke as ye ſhallen after here.</l>
                           <l>What is the cauſe, if it be for to tell,</l>
                           <l>That ye ben in this furiall paine of hell?</l>
                           <l>Qd. Canace, vnto this Hauke aboue:</l>
                           <l>* Is this for ſorow of death, or loſſe of loue?</l>
                           <l>For as I trow, theſe ben cauſes two,</l>
                           <l>That cauſen moſt a gentil heart wo:</l>
                           <l>Of other harme it nedeth not to ſpeake,</l>
                           <l>For ye your ſelfe, vpon your ſelfe wreake,</l>
                           <l>Which proueth well, that either ire or dread</l>
                           <l>Mote ben encheſon of your cruel deed.</l>
                           <l>Syn that I ſe none other wight you chace,</l>
                           <l>For y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> loue of God, ſo doeth your ſelfe grace:</l>
                           <l>Or what may be your helpe? for weſt or eaſt</l>
                           <l>Ne ſaw I neuer er now, no bird ne beaſt,</l>
                           <l>That farde with himſelue ſo pitouſly:</l>
                           <l>Ye ſlea me with your ſorrow verily,</l>
                           <l>I haue of you ſo great compaſſioun:</l>
                           <l>For Gods loue come fro the tree adowne.</l>
                           <l>And as I am a kings daughter trew,</l>
                           <l>If that I verily the cauſes knew</l>
                           <l>Of your diſeaſe, if it lay in my might</l>
                           <l>I would amend it, certes or it be night,</l>
                           <l>As wiſely help me the great God of kind.</l>
                           <l>And hearbes alſo ſhall I right ynough find,</l>
                           <l>To heale with your hurts haſtily.</l>
                           <l>Tho ſhright this Falcon yet more pitouſly</l>
                           <l>Than er ſhe did, and fell to ground anone,</l>
                           <l>And lyeth a ſwoune deed as is a ſtone,</l>
                           <l>Til Canace had her in her lappe itake</l>
                           <l>Vnto the time ſhe gan of ſwoune awake:</l>
                           <l>And after that ſhe of ſwoune can abreyd,</l>
                           <l>Right in her Haukes leden thus ſhe ſeyd.</l>
                           <l>* That pity renneth ſoone in gentle hert</l>
                           <l>(Feeling his ſimilitude in paines ſmert)</l>
                           <l>Is proued all day, as men may ſee,</l>
                           <l>As well by werke as by authorite,</l>
                           <l>For gentle heart keepeth gentleneſſe.</l>
                           <l>I ſee well, that ye haue of my diſtreſſe</l>
                           <l>Compaſſion, my faire Canace</l>
                           <l>Of very womanly benignite,</l>
                           <l>That nature in your principles hath ſet,</l>
                           <l>But for none hope for to fare the bet.</l>
                           <l>But for to obey vnto your heart free,</l>
                           <l>And for to make other beware by mee,</l>
                           <l>As by the whelpe chaſtiſed is the Lion,</l>
                           <l>Right for that cauſe, and that concluſion,</l>
                           <l>While that I haue a leyſure and a ſpace,</l>
                           <l>Mine harme I woll confeſſen or I pace:</l>
                           <l>And euer while that one her ſorrow told,</l>
                           <l>That other wept, as ſhe to water wold,</l>
                           <l>Till that the Faucon bad her to be ſtill:</l>
                           <l>And with a ſike, thus ſhe ſaid her till.</l>
                           <l>There I was bred, alas that ilke day,</l>
                           <l>And foſtred in a roche of marble gray</l>
                           <l>So tenderly, that nothing aileth me,</l>
                           <l>I ne wiſt what was aduerſite,</l>
                           <l>Till I coud flie, full high vnder the ſkie.</l>
                           <l>There dwelt a Tercelet me faſt by,</l>
                           <l>That ſeemed well of all gentleneſſe,</l>
                           <l>All were he full of treaſon and of falſeneſſe.</l>
                           <l>It was ſo wrapped vnder humble chere,</l>
                           <l>And hew of trouth, and in ſuch manere</l>
                           <l>Vnder pleaſaunce, and vnder buſie pain,</l>
                           <l>That no wight coud haue wend he coud fain:</l>
                           <l>So deepe in greyne he died his colours,</l>
                           <l>Right as a ſerpent hideth him vnder flours,</l>
                           <l>Till he may ſee his time for to bite:</l>
                           <l>Right ſo, this god of loues hypocrite</l>
                           <l>Doth ſo his ceremonies and obeyſaunce,</l>
                           <l>With his diſſimuling and fair aſſemblaunce,</l>
                           <l>That ſouneth vnto gentleneſſe of loue,</l>
                           <l>As in a tombe is all the faire aboue,</l>
                           <l>And vnder, the corſe, ſuch as ye wote,</l>
                           <l>Such was this hypocrite cold and hote,</l>
                           <l>And in this wiſe he ſerued his intent,</l>
                           <l>That ſaue the fiend, non wiſt what he ment:</l>
                           <l>Till he ſo long had weeped and complained,</l>
                           <l>And many a yeare his ſeruice to me fained,</l>
                           <l>Till that mine hert, too pitous and too nice,</l>
                           <l>All innocent of his cruell mallice,</l>
                           <l>For ferd of his death, as thought me</l>
                           <l>Vpon his othes and his ſurete,</l>
                           <l>Graunted him loue, vpon this conditioun,</l>
                           <l>That euermore mine honour and renoun</l>
                           <l>Where ſaued, both preuy and apert,</l>
                           <l>This is to ſay, that after his deſert,</l>
                           <l>I yaue him all mine hert and all my thought</l>
                           <l>God wote, and in none other wiſe nought:</l>
                           <l>And tooke his hert in chaunge of mine for aye.</l>
                           <l>* But ſooth is ſaid, gone ſithen many a day,</l>
                           <l>A true wight and a theefe thinketh not one.</l>
                           <l>And when he ſaw the thing ſo fer igone,</l>
                           <l>That I graunted him fully my loue</l>
                           <l>In ſuch a guiſe, as I haue ſaid aboue,</l>
                           <l>And yeuen him my true heart as free</l>
                           <l>As he ſwore he yafe his heart to mee.</l>
                           <l>Anon this tigre, full of doubleneſſe</l>
                           <l>Fell on his knees with ſo deuout humbleſſe,</l>
                           <l>With high reuerence, and eke by his chere</l>
                           <l>So like a gentle louer, as of manere</l>
                           <l>So rauiſhed, as it ſeemed for joy,</l>
                           <l>That neuer Troylus, ne Paris of Troy,</l>
                           <l>Iaſon certes, ne none other man,</l>
                           <l>Since Lamech was, that alder firſt began</l>
                           <l>To louen two, as writen folke beforne,</l>
                           <l>Ne neuer ſithen Adam was borne,</l>
                           <l>Ne couth man by twenty thouſand part</l>
                           <l>Counterfeit the ſophimes of his art:</l>
                           <l>Ne were worthy to vnbocle his galoche,</l>
                           <l>Ther doubleneſſe or faining ſhould approach:</l>
                           <l>Ne ſo couth thanke a wight, as he did me,</l>
                           <l>His manner was an heauen for to ſee</l>
                           <l>To any woman, were ſhe neuer ſo wiſe:</l>
                           <l>So painteth he his chere, point deuiſe,</l>
                           <l>As well his words, as his countenaunce,</l>
                           <l>And I ſo loued him for his obeyſaunce,</l>
                           <l>And for the trouth that I demed in his hert</l>
                           <l>That if ſo were that any thing him ſmert,</l>
                           <l>Were it neuer ſo lite, and I it wiſt,</l>
                           <l>Me thought I felt death at my hart twiſt,</l>
                           <l>And ſhortly, ſo ferforth this thing went,</l>
                           <l>That my will was his wils inſtrument.</l>
                           <l>That is to ſay, my will obeied his will</l>
                           <l>In all thing, as farre as reaſon fill,</l>
                           <l>Keeping the bounds of my worſhip euer:</l>
                           <l>Ne neuer had I thing ſo lefe ne ſo leuer</l>
                           <l>
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As him God wot, ne neuer ſhall no mo.</l>
                           <l>This laſteth lenger than a yeare or two,</l>
                           <l>That I ſuppoſed of him nothing but good.</l>
                           <l>But finally, thus at the laſt it ſtood,</l>
                           <l>That fortune would that he muſt twin</l>
                           <l>Out of that place, which that I was in:</l>
                           <l>Whereof me was wo, it is no queſtion,</l>
                           <l>I cannot make of it deſcription.</l>
                           <l>For o thing dare I tell boldely,</l>
                           <l>I know what the paine of death is thereby,</l>
                           <l>Such harme I felt, that he ne might bleue.</l>
                           <l>So on a day of me he tooke his leue</l>
                           <l>So ſorrowfully eke, that I wend verily,</l>
                           <l>That he had felt as much harme as I,</l>
                           <l>When that I heard him ſpeak, &amp; ſaw his hew</l>
                           <l>But natheles, I thought he was ſo trew,</l>
                           <l>And eke that he repaire ſhould againe</l>
                           <l>Within a little while ſooth to ſaine</l>
                           <l>And reaſon would eke, that he muſt go</l>
                           <l>For his honour, as oft happeth ſo,</l>
                           <l>* That I made vertue of neceſſite,</l>
                           <l>And tooke it well, ſith it muſt needs be:</l>
                           <l>As I beſt might, I hid fro him my ſorrow</l>
                           <l>And took him by the hond, S. Iohn to borow,</l>
                           <l>And ſaid him thus: lo I am yours all,</l>
                           <l>Beth ſuch as I haue ben to you and ſhall.</l>
                           <l>What, he anſwerd, it needeth not reherſe,</l>
                           <l>* Who can ſain bet than he who can do wers:</l>
                           <l>When he hath al wel iſaid, than hath he done.</l>
                           <l>* Therefore behoueth him a long ſpoone</l>
                           <l>That ſhal eaten with a fiend, thus herd I ſay.</l>
                           <l>So at the laſt he mote forth his way,</l>
                           <l>And forth he fleeth till he come there him leſt</l>
                           <l>When it come him to purpoſe for to reſt:</l>
                           <l>I trow he had thilke text in mind,</l>
                           <l>* That all thing repairing to his kind</l>
                           <l>Gladeth hemſelue, thus ſain men as I geſſe:</l>
                           <l>* Men louen of kind newfangleneſſe</l>
                           <l>As birds done, that men in cages feed.</l>
                           <l>For thogh thou night &amp; day take of hem heed,</l>
                           <l>And ſtraw her cage faire and ſoft as ſilke,</l>
                           <l>And giue hem ſugre, hony, bread and milke,</l>
                           <l>Yet right anon as his dore is vp,</l>
                           <l>He with his feet would ſporne adoun his cup,</l>
                           <l>And to the wood he would, and wormes eat,</l>
                           <l>So newfangle ben they of her meat,</l>
                           <l>And louen nouelries of proper kind,</l>
                           <l>No gentleneſſe of blood may hem bind:</l>
                           <l>So ferd this Tercelet, alas the day.</l>
                           <l>Tho he were gentle borne, freſh and gay</l>
                           <l>And goodly for to ſee, and humble and free,</l>
                           <l>He ſaw vpon a time a kite flee,</l>
                           <l>And ſuddainly he loued this kite ſo,</l>
                           <l>That all his loue is cleane fro me go:</l>
                           <l>And hath his trouth falſed in this wiſe.</l>
                           <l>Thus hath the kite my loue in her ſeruice,</l>
                           <l>And I am lorne without remedy.</l>
                           <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> word this faucon gan to cry,</l>
                           <l>And ſwouned oft in Canaces barme:</l>
                           <l>Great was the ſorow for that hawkes harme,</l>
                           <l>That Canace and all her women made,</l>
                           <l>They niſt how they might her faucon glade.</l>
                           <l>But Canace home heareth her in her lap,</l>
                           <l>And ſoftly in plaiſters gan her wrap,</l>
                           <l>There as ſhe with her beck had hurt her ſelue.</l>
                           <l>Now cannot Canace but herbes delue</l>
                           <l>Out of the ground and make ſalues new</l>
                           <l>Of herbes precious and fine of hew,</l>
                           <l>To helen with the hawke: fro day to night</l>
                           <l>She doeth her buſineſſe, and all her might.</l>
                           <l>And by her beds head ſhe made a mew,</l>
                           <l>And couered it with veluets blew,</l>
                           <l>* In ſigne of trouth, that is in women ſeene.</l>
                           <l>And all without the Mew is painted greene,</l>
                           <l>In which were painted all theſe falſe foules,</l>
                           <l>As ben theſe tidefes, tercelets, and owles,</l>
                           <l>Right for deſpight were painted hem beſide</l>
                           <l>Pyes fele on hem for to cry and chide.</l>
                           <l>Thus leaue I Canace her hauke keeping,</l>
                           <l>I woll no more as now ſpeake of her ring,</l>
                           <l>Till it come eft to purpoſe for to ſain,</l>
                           <l>How that this faucon got her loue againe</l>
                           <l>Repentaunt, as the ſtorie telleth vs,</l>
                           <l>By mediation of Camballus</l>
                           <l>The kings ſonne, of which I haue of told.</l>
                           <l>But henceforth I woll my proceſſe hold</l>
                           <l>To ſpeaken of auentures, and of battails,</l>
                           <l>That yet was neuer herd of ſo gret maruails.</l>
                           <l>Firſt woll I tell you of Cambuſcan,</l>
                           <l>That in his time many a city wan:</l>
                           <l>How that he wan Thedora to his wife,</l>
                           <l>And after woll I ſpeake of Algarſife,</l>
                           <l>For whom full oft in great perill he was,</l>
                           <l>Ne had he ben holpen by the horſe of bras.</l>
                           <l>And after woll I ſpeake of Camballo,</l>
                           <l>That fought in liſts with the brethren two</l>
                           <l>For Canace, ere that he might her win,</l>
                           <l>And there I left, I woll againe begin.</l>
                           <trailer>Explicit ſecunda pars.</trailer>
                        </div>
                        <div n="3" type="part">
                           <l>Apollo whirleth vp his chare ſo hie,</l>
                           <l>Till that the god Mercurius houſe he flie.</l>
                           <trailer>¶There can be found no more of this foreſaid
tale, which hath been ſought in divers places.</trailer>
                        </div>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="transitional_text">
                  <head type="sub">¶Here followeth the words of the Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chaunt
to the Squier, and the words of the
Hoſt to the Marchaunt.</head>
                  <l>IN faith Squier thou haſt thee well yquit</l>
                  <l>And gentely to, I praiſe well thy wit</l>
                  <l>Qd. the Marchaunt, conſidering thine youth,</l>
                  <l>So feelingly thou ſpeakeſt, I thee alouth</l>
                  <l>As to my doome, there is none that is here</l>
                  <l>Of eloquence, that ſhall be thy pere</l>
                  <l>If y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou liue, God giue y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> right good chaunce</l>
                  <l>And in vertue ſend thee perſeuerance.</l>
                  <l>For of thy ſpeaking I haue great deinte,</l>
                  <l>I haue a ſonne, and by the Trinite,</l>
                  <l>I had leuer than twenty poundſworth lond</l>
                  <l>(Though it now were fallen in my hond)</l>
                  <l>He were a man of ſuch diſcretion,</l>
                  <l>As that ye ben: fie on poſſeſſion,</l>
                  <l>But if a man be vertuous withall.</l>
                  <l>I haue my ſonne ſnibbed, and yet ſhall,</l>
                  <l>For he to vertue liſteth not to intend,</l>
                  <l>But for to play at diſe, and to ſpend,</l>
                  <l>And leſe all that he hath is his vſage:</l>
                  <l>And he had leuer talke with a page,</l>
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Than to commune with any gentle wight,</l>
                  <l>Where he might learne gentleneſſe aright.</l>
                  <l>Straw for your gentleneſſe (qd. our hoſt)</l>
                  <l>What Marchant, pardy full well thou woſt,</l>
                  <l>That ech of you mote tellen at the leſt</l>
                  <l>A tale or two, or breaken your beheſt.</l>
                  <l>That know I well (qd. y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Marchant) certain,</l>
                  <l>I pray you haue me not in diſdain,</l>
                  <l>Though I to this man ſpeake a word or two.</l>
                  <l>Tell on thy tale withouten words mo.</l>
                  <l>Gladly ſir hoſt (qd he) I woll obey</l>
                  <l>Vnto your will, now hearkeneth what I ſey:</l>
                  <l>I woll you not contrary in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>As farre as my wits may ſuffice,</l>
                  <l>I pray to God that it may pleaſen you,</l>
                  <l>Then wot I well it is good ynow.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>The Marchants Prologue.</head>
                     <l>WEeping and wailing, care and other</l>
                     <l>ſorrow</l>
                     <l>I haue ynow, both euen and eke a morrow</l>
                     <l>Qd. the Marchant, and ſo haue other mo,</l>
                     <l>That wedded be, I trow that it be ſo:</l>
                     <l>For well I wot it fareth ſo by me,</l>
                     <l>I haue a wife, the worſt that may be,</l>
                     <l>For though the fiend coupled to her were,</l>
                     <l>She wold him ouermatch I dare well ſwere.</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I rehearſe in ſpeciall</l>
                     <l>Her high malice? ſhe is a ſhrew at all.</l>
                     <l>There is a long and a large difference</l>
                     <l>Betwixt Griſilds great patience,</l>
                     <l>And of my wife the paſſing cruelte:</l>
                     <l>Were I vnbound, all ſo mote I thee,</l>
                     <l>I would neuer eft come in the ſnare:</l>
                     <l>* We wedded men liue in ſorrow and care,</l>
                     <l>Aſſay who ſo woll, and he ſhall find</l>
                     <l>That I ſay ſooth, by ſaint Thomas of Inde,</l>
                     <l>As for the more part, I ſay not all,</l>
                     <l>God ſheild that it ſhould ſo befall.</l>
                     <l>Ah good ſir hoſt, I haue wedded be</l>
                     <l>Theſe moneths two, and more not parde:</l>
                     <l>And yet I trow, he that all his life</l>
                     <l>Hath wedded be, though men him rife</l>
                     <l>Into the heart, ne couth in no mannere</l>
                     <l>Tell ſo much ſorrow, as I now here</l>
                     <l>Coud tell, of my wiues curſedneſſe.</l>
                     <l>Now (qd, our hoſt) Marchant ſo God the bleſſe,</l>
                     <l>Since ye ben ſo much know of that art,</l>
                     <l>Full heartily I pray you tell vs part.</l>
                     <l>Gladly (qd. he) but of mine owne ſore</l>
                     <l>For ſorry heart I tell may no more.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Marchants Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>Old January marrieth young May, and for his unequal match receiveth a foul reward.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <l>WHylome there was dwelling in</l>
                        <l>Lumbardie</l>
                        <l>A worthy knight, that born was at</l>
                        <l>Pauie,</l>
                        <l>In which he liued in great proſperite,</l>
                        <l>And ſixtie yere a wife leſſe man was he:</l>
                        <l>And followed aye his bodily delite</l>
                        <l>On women, there as was his appetite,</l>
                        <l>As done theſe fooles that ben ſeculeres.</l>
                        <l>And when that he was paſt ſixtie yeres,</l>
                        <l>Were it for holineſſe or dotage,</l>
                        <l>I cannot ſaine, but ſuch a great corage</l>
                        <l>Had this knight to ben a wedded man,</l>
                        <l>That day and night he doth all that he can</l>
                        <l>To eſpie, where that he wedded might be:</l>
                        <l>Praying our lord to graunten him that he</l>
                        <l>Mighten once knowen of that blisfull life,</l>
                        <l>That is betwixt an huſbond and his wife:</l>
                        <l>And for to liuen vnder that holy bond,</l>
                        <l>With which God firſt man and woman bond.</l>
                        <l>None other life (ſaid he) is worth a beane:</l>
                        <l>* For wedlocke is ſo eaſie and ſo cleane,</l>
                        <l>That in this world it is a paradiſe:</l>
                        <l>Thus ſaith this old knight that is ſo wiſe.</l>
                        <l>* And certainely, as ſouth as God is king,</l>
                        <l>To take a wife, it is a glorious thing,</l>
                        <l>And namely when a man is old and hore,</l>
                        <l>Then is a wife the fruit of his treſore:</l>
                        <l>Then ſhould he take a yong wife &amp; a faire,</l>
                        <l>On which he might engendren him an heire,</l>
                        <l>And lead his life in joy and in ſollace:</l>
                        <l>Whereas theſe batchelers ſingen alas,</l>
                        <l>When that they finden any aduerſite</l>
                        <l>In loue, which nis but childs vanite.</l>
                        <l>And truly it ſit well to be ſo,</l>
                        <l>That batchelers han oft paine and wo:</l>
                        <l>On brotell ground they bilden brotelneſſe,</l>
                        <l>They find freelte, when they wenen ſecreneſſe:</l>
                        <l>They liue but as liuen birds or beſtes,</l>
                        <l>In liberty, and vnder nice areſtes,</l>
                        <l>There as a wedded man in his eſtate</l>
                        <l>Liueth a life bliſfully and ordinate,</l>
                        <l>Vnder the yoke of mariage ybound:</l>
                        <l>Well may his heart in joy and bliſſe abound.</l>
                        <l>For who can be ſo buxome as a wife?</l>
                        <l>Who is ſo true and eke ſo tentiſe</l>
                        <l>To keep him ſicke and hole, as is his make?</l>
                        <l>For wele or wo ſhe nill him not forſake:</l>
                        <l>She nis not weary him to loue and ſerue,</l>
                        <l>Though that hee lie bedred till he ſterue.</l>
                        <l>And yet ſome clerkes ſain, that it is not ſo,</l>
                        <l>Of which Theophraſt is one of tho:</l>
                        <l>What force though Theophraſt liſt to lie.</l>
                        <l>Ne take no wife (qd. he) for huſbondrie,</l>
                        <l>As for to ſpare in houſhold thy diſpence:</l>
                        <l>* A true ſeruaunt doeth more diligence</l>
                        <l>Thy good to keep, than doth thine own wife,</l>
                        <l>For ſhe woll claime halfe part all her life.</l>
                        <l>* And if that thou be ſick, ſo God me ſaue</l>
                        <l>Thy very owne friends or a true knaue</l>
                        <l>Woll keepe thee better, than ſhe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> waiteth aye</l>
                        <l>After thy good, and hath done many a day.</l>
                        <l>And if thou take to thee a wife vntrew,</l>
                        <l>Full oftentime it ſhall thee ſore rew.</l>
                        <l>This ſentence, and an hundred ſithes worſe</l>
                        <l>Writeth this man there, God his bones curſe.</l>
                        <l>But take no keepe of ſuch vanite,</l>
                        <l>Defieth Theophraſt, and hearkeneth me.</l>
                        <l>
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A wife is Gods yeft verely,</l>
                        <l>All other manner yefts hardely,</l>
                        <l>As londs, rents, paſture, or commune,</l>
                        <l>Or mouables, all ben yefts of fortune,</l>
                        <l>That paſſen as a ſhaddow on a wall:</l>
                        <l>But dread not, if plainely ſpeake I ſhall,</l>
                        <l>* A wife woll laſt and in thine houſe endure,</l>
                        <l>Well lenger than thee liſt peraduenture.</l>
                        <l>* Mariage is a full great ſacrament,</l>
                        <l>He which hath no wife I hold him ſhent:</l>
                        <l>He liueth helpleſſe, and all deſolate,</l>
                        <l>I ſpeake of folke in ſeculer eſtate.</l>
                        <l>And herkneth why, I ſay not this for nought:</l>
                        <l>A woman is for mans helpe ywrought.</l>
                        <l>The high God, when he had Adam maked,</l>
                        <l>And ſaw him alone all belly naked,</l>
                        <l>God of his great goodneſſe ſaid than,</l>
                        <l>Let vs maken an helpe to this man</l>
                        <l>Like to himſelfe, and then he made Eue.</l>
                        <l>Here may ye ſee, and hereby may ye preue,</l>
                        <l>* That a wife is mans helpe and comfort,</l>
                        <l>His paradice terreſtre and his diſport:</l>
                        <l>So buxome and ſo vertuous is ſhe,</l>
                        <l>They muſt needs liuen in vnite:</l>
                        <l>One fleſh they ben, and two ſoules as I geſſe,</l>
                        <l>Nat but one heart in wele and in diſtreſſe.</l>
                        <l>A wife, ah ſaint Mary, benedicite,</l>
                        <l>How might a man haue any aduerſite</l>
                        <l>That hath a wife? certes I cannot ſay,</l>
                        <l>The bliſſe that is betwixt hem twey</l>
                        <l>There may no tongue tellen or heart thinke.</l>
                        <l>If he be poore, ſhe helpeth him to ſwinke,</l>
                        <l>She keepeth his good, &amp; waſteth neuer a dell,</l>
                        <l>All that her huſbond luſt, her liketh well.</l>
                        <l>She ſaith not once nay, when he ſaith ye,</l>
                        <l>Do this (ſaith he) a ready ſir (ſaith ſhe.)</l>
                        <l>O bliſfull order of wedloke precious,</l>
                        <l>Thou art ſo merry, and eke ſo vertuous,</l>
                        <l>And ſo commended, and approued eke,</l>
                        <l>That euery man that halt him worth a leke,</l>
                        <l>Vpon his bare knees ought all his life</l>
                        <l>Thanken God, that him hath ſent a wife.</l>
                        <l>Or pray to God dayly him for to ſend</l>
                        <l>A wife, to laſt vnto his liues end.</l>
                        <l>For then his life is ſet in ſikerneſſe,</l>
                        <l>He may not be deceiued, as I geſſe,</l>
                        <l>So that he werch after his wiues rede:</l>
                        <l>Then may he boldly bearen vp his hede,</l>
                        <l>They beene euer ſo true and alſo wiſe.</l>
                        <l>For which, if thou wilt werchen as the wiſe,</l>
                        <l>Do alway ſo, as women woll thee rede.</l>
                        <l>Lo how that Iacob, as theſe clerkes rede,</l>
                        <l>By good counſaile of his mother Rebecke</l>
                        <l>Bounden the kids ſkin about his necke:</l>
                        <l>For which his fathers beneſon he wan.</l>
                        <l>Lo Iudith, as the ſtorie tell can,</l>
                        <l>By her wiſe counſaile Gods people kept,</l>
                        <l>And ſlue him Holofernes while he ſlept.</l>
                        <l>And Abigail by counſaile, how ſhe</l>
                        <l>Saved her huſbond Naball, when that he</l>
                        <l>Should haue be ſlain. And looke Heſter alſo</l>
                        <l>By good counſaile deliuered out of wo</l>
                        <l>The people of God, &amp; made him Mardochee</l>
                        <l>Of Aſſure enhaunſed for to be.</l>
                        <l>* There nis nothing in gree ſuperlatife</l>
                        <l>(As ſaith Seneck) aboue an humble wife.</l>
                        <l>Suffer thy wives tongue, as Caton bit,</l>
                        <l>She ſhall command, and thou ſhalt ſuffer it,</l>
                        <l>And yet ſhe woll obey of courteſie.</l>
                        <l>A wife is keeper of thine huſbondrie:</l>
                        <l>* Well may the ſicke man ſtill waile &amp; weep,</l>
                        <l>There as there nis no wife the houſe to keep,</l>
                        <l>I warne thee, if wiſely thou wilt werch,</l>
                        <l>Loue thy wife, as Chriſt loueth his cherch:</l>
                        <l>If thou loue thy ſelfe, thou loueſt thy wife.</l>
                        <l>No man hateth his fleſh, but in his life</l>
                        <l>He foſtreth it, and therefore bid I thee</l>
                        <l>Cheriſh thy wife, or thou ſhalt neuer ythee.</l>
                        <l>Huſbond and wife, what ſo men yape or play</l>
                        <l>Of wordly folke hold the ſeker way:</l>
                        <l>They be ſo knit, there may none harm betide,</l>
                        <l>And namely vpon the wiues ſide.</l>
                        <l>For which Ianuary, of which I told</l>
                        <l>Conſidred hath in his dayes old</l>
                        <l>The luſty life, the vertuous quiete,</l>
                        <l>That is in mariage hony ſwete.</l>
                        <l>And for his friends on a day he ſent</l>
                        <l>To tellen hem theffect of his intent.</l>
                        <l>With face ſad, his tale hath he hem told:</l>
                        <l>He ſaied good friends, I am hore and old,</l>
                        <l>And almoſt (God wot) on the pits brinke,</l>
                        <l>Vpon my ſoule ſomewhat muſt I thinke.</l>
                        <l>I haue my body folily diſpended,</l>
                        <l>Bleſſed be God, it ſhall ben amended:</l>
                        <l>For I woll ben certain a wedded man</l>
                        <l>And that anon in all the haſt I can,</l>
                        <l>Vnto ſome maid, faire and tender of age.</l>
                        <l>I pray you ſhapeth for my mariage</l>
                        <l>All ſuddainly, for I woll not abide:</l>
                        <l>And I woll fonden to eſpie on my ſide,</l>
                        <l>To whom I may be wedded haſtily.</l>
                        <l>But for as much as ye ben more than I,</l>
                        <l>Ye ſhullen rather ſuch a thing eſpien</l>
                        <l>Than I, and there me luſt beſt to alien.</l>
                        <l>But one thing warn I you my friends dere,</l>
                        <l>I woll none old wife haue in no mannere:</l>
                        <l>She ſhall not paſſe fifteen yere certaine.</l>
                        <l>* Old fiſh and young fleſh woll I haue faine:</l>
                        <l>Better is (qd. he) a Pike than a Pikereell,</l>
                        <l>And bet than old Beefe is the tender Veell.</l>
                        <l>I woll no woman of thirtie Winter age,</l>
                        <l>* It nis but Beanſtraw and great forage,</l>
                        <l>And eke theſe old widdows (God it wote)</l>
                        <l>* They connen ſo much craft in Wades bote,</l>
                        <l>So much broken harm can they when hem leſt,</l>
                        <l>That with hem ſhould I neuer liue in reſt.</l>
                        <l>* For ſundry ſchooles maketh ſubtill clerkes,</l>
                        <l>A woman of many ſchooles halfe a clerke is.</l>
                        <l>But certainely, a young thing may men gie,</l>
                        <l>Right as men may warm wax with hands plie.</l>
                        <l>Wherefore I ſay you plainly in a clauſe,</l>
                        <l>I nill none old wife haue for this cauſe.</l>
                        <l>For if ſo were I had ſuch miſchaunce,</l>
                        <l>That I in her couth haue no pleaſaunce,</l>
                        <l>Then ſhould I lead my life in aduoutrie,</l>
                        <l>And ſo ſtreight to the devill when I die.</l>
                        <l>Ne children ſhould I none on her geten:</l>
                        <l>Yet had I leuer hounds had me eaten,</l>
                        <l>Than that mine heritage ſhould fall</l>
                        <l>In ſtraunge honds: and thus I tell you all</l>
                        <l>I dote not, I wot the cauſe why</l>
                        <l>Men ſhould wedden: &amp; furthermore wot I,</l>
                        <l>
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There ſpeaketh many a man of mariage,</l>
                        <l>That wot no more of this that doth my page:</l>
                        <l>For which cauſes man ſhould take a wife,</l>
                        <l>If he may not liue chaſt in his life,</l>
                        <l>Take him a wife with great deuotion,</l>
                        <l>Becauſe of lefull procreation</l>
                        <l>Of children, to the honour of God aboue,</l>
                        <l>And not only for paramour or for loue:</l>
                        <l>And for they ſhoulden Letcherie eſchue,</l>
                        <l>And yeeld his debts when that it is due:</l>
                        <l>Or for that each man ſhould helpen other</l>
                        <l>In miſcheefe, as a ſuſter ſhould the brother,</l>
                        <l>And liuen in chaſtity full heauenly.</l>
                        <l>But ſirs (by your leaue) that am not I,</l>
                        <l>For God be thanked, I dare make auaunt,</l>
                        <l>I feele my lims hole and ſufficiaunt</l>
                        <l>To doen all that a man belongeth to:</l>
                        <l>I wot my ſelue beſt what I may do.</l>
                        <l>Though I be hore, I fare as doth a tree,</l>
                        <l>That bloſſometh ere that fruit ywox bee,</l>
                        <l>The bloſſomd tree is neither drie ne dead:</l>
                        <l>I feele no where hore but on my head.</l>
                        <l>Mine heart and my lims been as greene,</l>
                        <l>As Laurell is through the yeare to ſeene.</l>
                        <l>And ſithen ye han heard all mine intent,</l>
                        <l>I pray you to my will ye woll aſſent.</l>
                        <l>Diuers men diuerſly hem told</l>
                        <l>Of mariage many examples old.</l>
                        <l>Some blameth it, ſome praiſeth it certaine,</l>
                        <l>But at the laſt, ſhortly for to ſaine,</l>
                        <l>(As all day falleth alteration,</l>
                        <l>Betwixt friends and diſputation)</l>
                        <l>There fell a ſtrife betwixt his brethren two,</l>
                        <l>Of which that one was cleaped Placebo,</l>
                        <l>Iuſtinus ſoothly called was that other.</l>
                        <l>Placebo ſaied: O Ianuarie brother,</l>
                        <l>Full little need han ye my Lord ſo dere,</l>
                        <l>Counſaile to aſke of any that is here:</l>
                        <l>But that ye been ſo full of ſapience,</l>
                        <l>That you ne liketh for your high prudence,</l>
                        <l>To waiue fro the word of Salomon:</l>
                        <l>This word ſaieth he vnto euerichone,</l>
                        <l>* Worke all thing by counſaile, thus ſaied hee,</l>
                        <l>And then ſhalt thou not repent thee.</l>
                        <l>But tho that Salomon ſpeake ſuch a word,</l>
                        <l>Mine owne deare brother and my Lord,</l>
                        <l>So wiſely God my ſoul bring to eaſe and reſt,</l>
                        <l>I hold your owne counſaile for the beſt.</l>
                        <l>For brother mine, take of me this motife,</l>
                        <l>I haue been now a court man all my life,</l>
                        <l>And God wot, though I now vnworthy bee,</l>
                        <l>I haue ſtonden in full great degree</l>
                        <l>Abouten Lords in full great eſtate:</l>
                        <l>Yet had I neuer with none of hem debate,</l>
                        <l>I neuer hem contraried truly.</l>
                        <l>I wot well that my lord can more than I,</l>
                        <l>That he ſaith, I hold it firme and ſtable,</l>
                        <l>I ſay the ſame, or els thing ſemblable.</l>
                        <l>* A full great foole is any counſailour,</l>
                        <l>That ſerueth any Lord of high honour,</l>
                        <l>That dare preſume, or once thinke it,</l>
                        <l>That his counſaile ſhould paſſe his lords wit,</l>
                        <l>Nay, Lords be no fooles I ſweare by my fay.</l>
                        <l>Ye haue your ſelfe ſpoken here to day</l>
                        <l>So high ſentence, ſo holy, and ſo well,</l>
                        <l>That I conſent, and confirme euery dell</l>
                        <l>Your words all, and your opinioun.</l>
                        <l>By God there nis no man in all this toun</l>
                        <l>Ne in Italie, coud better haue ſaied:</l>
                        <l>Chriſt holdeth him of this full well apaied.</l>
                        <l>And truly it is an high courage</l>
                        <l>Of any man that is ſtopen in age,</l>
                        <l>To take a yong wife, by my father kin:</l>
                        <l>Your heart hongeth on a jolly pin.</l>
                        <l>Doth now in this matter right as you leſt.</l>
                        <l>For finally I hold it for the beſt.</l>
                        <l>Iuſtinus that aye ſtill ſat and herd,</l>
                        <l>Right in this wiſe to Placebo anſwerd.</l>
                        <l>Now brother mine be patient I you pray,</l>
                        <l>Sith ye haue ſaid, now hearkneth what I ſay,</l>
                        <l>Senecke among his other words wiſe</l>
                        <l>* Saith, that a man ought him well auiſe,</l>
                        <l>To whom he yeueth his lond or his cattell.</l>
                        <l>And ſithens I ought auiſe me right well,</l>
                        <l>To whom I giue my goods away fro me,</l>
                        <l>Well much more I ought auiſed be,</l>
                        <l>To whom I giue my bodie: for alway</l>
                        <l>I warne you well it is childs play</l>
                        <l>To take a wife without auiſement,</l>
                        <l>Men muſt inquire (this is mine aſſent)</l>
                        <l>Wheder ſhe be ſober, wiſe, or dronkelew,</l>
                        <l>Or proud, or any other waies a ſhrew,</l>
                        <l>A chider, or a waſter of thy good,</l>
                        <l>Other rich or poore, or els a man is wood:</l>
                        <l>* All be it ſo, that no man find ſhall</l>
                        <l>None in this world, that trotteth hole in all,</l>
                        <l>Ne man, ne beaſt, ſuch as men can deuiſe,</l>
                        <l>But natheles, it ought inough ſuffice</l>
                        <l>With any wife, if ſo were that ſhe had</l>
                        <l>Mo good thewes, than her vices bad:</l>
                        <l>And all this aſketh leiſure to enquere,</l>
                        <l>For God wot I haue wept many a tere</l>
                        <l>Full priuily, ſith I had a wife.</l>
                        <l>* Praiſe who ſo woll a wedded mans life,</l>
                        <l>Certaine I find in it but coſt and care,</l>
                        <l>And obſeruaunces of all bliſſes bare.</l>
                        <l>And yet God wot my neighbours about</l>
                        <l>And namely of women many a rout,</l>
                        <l>Saine that I have the moſt ſtedfaſt wife,</l>
                        <l>And eke the meekeſt one that beareth life.</l>
                        <l>* But I wot beſt, where wringeth me my ſhoe.</l>
                        <l>Ye may for me, right as you liſt doe,</l>
                        <l>Auiſe you, ye been a man of age,</l>
                        <l>How that ye entren into mariage,</l>
                        <l>And namely with a yong wife and a faire.</l>
                        <l>By him that made water, earth, and aire</l>
                        <l>The yongeſt man that is in all this rout,</l>
                        <l>Is buſie ynow to bring it about</l>
                        <l>To haue his wife alone, truſteth me:</l>
                        <l>Ye ſhall not pleaſen her yeres thre.</l>
                        <l>This is to ſain, to doen her pleaſaunce,</l>
                        <l>A wife aſketh full much obſeruaunce:</l>
                        <l>I pray you that ye be not euill apaid.</l>
                        <l>Well (qd. this Ianuary) &amp; haſt thou all ſaid?</l>
                        <l>Straw for thy Seneck, &amp; for thy prouerbes,</l>
                        <l>I count it not worth a pannier of herbes</l>
                        <l>Of ſchoole termes, wiſer men than thou,</l>
                        <l>As thou haſt heard, aſſenteth it right now</l>
                        <l>To my purpoſe: Placebo, what ſay ye?</l>
                        <l>* I ſay it is a curſed man (qd. he)</l>
                        <l>That letteth Matrimonie ſekerly:</l>
                        <l>And with that word they riſen ſuddainly,</l>
                        <l>
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And ben aſſented fully, that he ſhould</l>
                        <l>Be wedded when he liſt, &amp; where he would.</l>
                        <l>High fantaſie and curiouſneſſe</l>
                        <l>Fro day to day gan in the ſoule empreſſe</l>
                        <l>Of Ianuary, about his marriage:</l>
                        <l>Many a faire ſhap, and many a faire viſage</l>
                        <l>Ther paſſeth thrugh his heart night by night:</l>
                        <l>As who ſo tooke a mirrour poliſhed bright,</l>
                        <l>And ſet it in a common market place,</l>
                        <l>Then ſhould he ſee many a figure pace</l>
                        <l>By his mirrour, and in the ſame wiſe</l>
                        <l>Gan Ianuary within his thought deuiſe</l>
                        <l>Of maidens, which that dwellen beſide:</l>
                        <l>He wiſt not where he might beſt abide.</l>
                        <l>For if that one had beauty in her face,</l>
                        <l>Another ſtont ſo in the peoples grace</l>
                        <l>For her ſadneſſe and her benignite,</l>
                        <l>That of the people greateſt voice had ſhe.</l>
                        <l>And ſome were rich and had bad name:</l>
                        <l>But natheleſſe, betwixt earneſt and game,</l>
                        <l>He at laſt appointed him on one,</l>
                        <l>And let all other from his heart gone:</l>
                        <l>And cheſe her of his owne authoritee,</l>
                        <l>* For loue is blind all day, and may not ſee.</l>
                        <l>And when that he was in his bed ybrought,</l>
                        <l>He puttreid in his heart and in his thought</l>
                        <l>Her freſh beauty, and her age ſo tender.</l>
                        <l>Her middle ſmall, her armes long &amp; ſlender,</l>
                        <l>Her wiſe gouernance, and her gentleneſſe,</l>
                        <l>Her womanly bearing, and her ſadneſſe.</l>
                        <l>And when he was on her condiſcended,</l>
                        <l>Him thouȝt his choiſe might not ben amend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed.</l>
                        <l>For when that he himſelf concluded had</l>
                        <l>Him thought ech other mens wit ſo bad:</l>
                        <l>That impoſſible it were to replie</l>
                        <l>Ayenſt his choice, this was his fantaſie.</l>
                        <l>His friends ſent he to, at his inſtaunce,</l>
                        <l>And prayeth hem to done him y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> pleaſaunce,</l>
                        <l>That haſtily they would to him come,</l>
                        <l>He would bredgen her labour all and ſome:</l>
                        <l>Needeth no more for him to go ne ride,</l>
                        <l>He was appointed there he would abide.</l>
                        <l>Placebo came, and eke his friends ſoone,</l>
                        <l>And alder firſt he bad hem all a boone,</l>
                        <l>That none of hem none arguments make</l>
                        <l>Ayenſt his purpoſe that he hath ytake:</l>
                        <l>Which purpoſe was pleaſant to God (ſaid he)</l>
                        <l>And very ground of his proſperite.</l>
                        <l>He ſaid there was a maiden in the toune,</l>
                        <l>Which for her beautie hath great renoune,</l>
                        <l>All were it ſo, ſhe were of ſmall degre,</l>
                        <l>Sufficeth him her youth and her beautie:</l>
                        <l>Which maid he ſaid he would haue to wife</l>
                        <l>To liuen in eaſe and holineſſe of life:</l>
                        <l>And thanked God, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he might hauen her all,</l>
                        <l>And that no wight his bliſſe parten ſhall:</l>
                        <l>And praieth hem to labour in this need,</l>
                        <l>And ſhapeth that he faile not to ſpeed.</l>
                        <l>For then he ſaied, his ſpirit was at eaſe,</l>
                        <l>Then is (qd. he) nothing may me diſpleaſe,</l>
                        <l>Saue o thing pricketh in my conſcience,</l>
                        <l>The which I woll rehearſe in your preſence,</l>
                        <l>* I haue (qd. he) heard ſay full yore ago,</l>
                        <l>There may no man haue perfite bliſſes two:</l>
                        <l>This is to ſay, in yearth and eke in heauen.</l>
                        <l>For though he kept him fro the ſinnes ſeuen,</l>
                        <l>And eke from euery braunch of thilke tree,</l>
                        <l>Yet is there ſo perfit proſperitee</l>
                        <l>And ſo great eaſe and luſt in mariage,</l>
                        <l>That euer I am agaſt now in mine age,</l>
                        <l>That I ſhall lead now ſo mery a life</l>
                        <l>So delicate without wo or ſtrife,</l>
                        <l>That I ſhall haue mine heauen in earth here.</l>
                        <l>For ſithen very heauen is bought ſo deere</l>
                        <l>With tribulation and great penaunce,</l>
                        <l>How ſhould I then liuing in ſuch pleaſaunce,</l>
                        <l>As all wedded men doen with there wiues,</l>
                        <l>Come to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> bliſſe, ther Chriſt eterne on liue is.</l>
                        <l>This is my drede, and ye my brethren tweie</l>
                        <l>Aſſoileth me this queſtion I you preie.</l>
                        <l>Iuſtinus, which that hated his folly,</l>
                        <l>Anſwerd anon right in his yaperie:</l>
                        <l>And for he would his long tale abrege,</l>
                        <l>He would non authoritie allege,</l>
                        <l>But ſaied: ſir, ſo there he non obſtacle</l>
                        <l>Other than this, God of his hie miracle,</l>
                        <l>And of his mercy may ſo for you werch,</l>
                        <l>That er ye han your rights of holy cherch,</l>
                        <l>Ye may repent of a wedded mans life,</l>
                        <l>In which ye ſain is neither wo ne ſtrife:</l>
                        <l>* And els God forbid, but if he ſent</l>
                        <l>A wedded man grace him to repent</l>
                        <l>Well after, rather than a ſingle man.</l>
                        <l>And therefore ſir, the beſt rede that I can</l>
                        <l>Deſpeireth you not, but haue in memory,</l>
                        <l>* Parauenture, ſhe may be your purgatory,</l>
                        <l>She may be Gods meane and Gods whip,</l>
                        <l>Then ſhall your ſoule vp to heauen ſkip</l>
                        <l>Swifter than doth an arrow out of a bow.</l>
                        <l>I hope to God hereafter ye ſhall know,</l>
                        <l>That there nis none ſo great felicite</l>
                        <l>In mariage, ne neuer none ſhall be,</l>
                        <l>That you ſhall let of your ſaluation,</l>
                        <l>So that ye vſe as ſkil is and reaſon</l>
                        <l>The luſts of your wife attemperatly,</l>
                        <l>And that ye pleaſe her nat too amorouſly:</l>
                        <l>And that ye keep you eke from other ſin.</l>
                        <l>My tale is done, for my wit is thin:</l>
                        <l>Beth not agaſt hereof my deare brother.</l>
                        <l>But wade we fro this matter to another.</l>
                        <l>The wife of Bathe, if ye vnderſtand</l>
                        <l>Of mariage, which ye now haue in hand,</l>
                        <l>Declareth full well in a litle ſpace:</l>
                        <l>Fareth now well, God haue you in his grace.</l>
                        <l>And with this word, Iuſtine &amp; his brother</l>
                        <l>Han take her leaue, and ech of them of other.</l>
                        <l>For whan they ſaw that it muſt needs be,</l>
                        <l>They wrought ſo by wiſe and ſlie treate.</l>
                        <l>That ſhe this faire maide which May did hight</l>
                        <l>As haſtily as euer that ſhe might</l>
                        <l>Shall wedded be to this Ianuary.</l>
                        <l>I trow it were too long to you to tary,</l>
                        <l>If I you told of euery eſcrite and bond,</l>
                        <l>By which ſhe was feoſſed in his lond:</l>
                        <l>Or for to herken of her rich aray.</l>
                        <l>But finally icomen is the day,</l>
                        <l>That to the cherch both tway ben they went,</l>
                        <l>For to receiue the holy Sacrament,</l>
                        <l>Forth cometh the prieſt, with ſtole about his necke,</l>
                        <l>And bad her be like Sara and Rebeck</l>
                        <l>In wiſedome and truth of marriage:</l>
                        <l>And ſaied his oriſons, as is the vſage,</l>
                        <l>
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And crouched hem, &amp; bad God ſhuld hem bles.</l>
                        <l>And made all ſeker inow with holines.</l>
                        <l>Thus been they wedded with ſolemnitie:</l>
                        <l>And at feaſt ſitteth both he and ſhe</l>
                        <l>With other worthy folke vpon the deies,</l>
                        <l>All full of joy and bliſſe is the palaies,</l>
                        <l>And full of inſtruments and of vittaile,</l>
                        <l>And that the moſt deintieſt of all Itaile.</l>
                        <l>Beforne him ſtood inſtruments of ſuch ſoun,</l>
                        <l>That Orpheus, ne of Thebes Amphion</l>
                        <l>Ne made neuer ſuch a melodie.</l>
                        <l>At euery courſe came loude miniſtralcie,</l>
                        <l>That neuer Ioab tromped for to here,</l>
                        <l>Neither Theodomas yet halfe ſo clere</l>
                        <l>At Thebes, whan the city was in dout,</l>
                        <l>Bacchus the wine hem skinketh all about,</l>
                        <l>And Venus laugheth on euery wight,</l>
                        <l>For Ianuarie was become her knight:</l>
                        <l>And would now both aſſain his corage</l>
                        <l>In liberte, and eke in mariage.</l>
                        <l>And with her firebrond in her hond about,</l>
                        <l>Daunceth before the bride all the rout:</l>
                        <l>And certainly, I dare well ſay right this,</l>
                        <l>Emenius, that God of wedding is,</l>
                        <l>Saw neuer ſo mery a wedded man.</l>
                        <l>Hold thou thy peace thou poet Marcian,</l>
                        <l>That writeſt vs that ilke wedding mery</l>
                        <l>Of Philologie and him Mercurie,</l>
                        <l>And of the ſongs that the Muſes ſong:</l>
                        <l>Too ſmall is both thy pen &amp; eke thy tongue</l>
                        <l>For to diſcriuen of this marriage,</l>
                        <l>Whan tender youth hath wedded ſtooping age,</l>
                        <l>There is ſuch mirth, it may not be written,</l>
                        <l>Aſſaieth your ſelf, than may ye witten</l>
                        <l>If that I lie or non in this matere.</l>
                        <l>May ſhe ſit, with ſo benigne a chere,</l>
                        <l>That her to behold, it ſeemed a feire.</l>
                        <l>Queen Heſter looked neuer with ſuch an eie</l>
                        <l>On Aſſuere, ſo meeke a looke hath ſhe.</l>
                        <l>I may you not deuiſe all her beautie,</l>
                        <l>But thus much of her beautie tell I may,</l>
                        <l>That ſhe was like the bright morow of May</l>
                        <l>Fulfilde of all beautie, and of pleſaunce.</l>
                        <l>This Ianuarie is rauiſhed in a traunce,</l>
                        <l>And at euery time he looked in her face,</l>
                        <l>But in his heart he gan her to manace,</l>
                        <l>That he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> night, in his arms would her ſtrein</l>
                        <l>Harder than euer Paris did Helein.</l>
                        <l>But natheles, yet had he great pittie</l>
                        <l>That thilke night offenden her muſt he:</l>
                        <l>And thought alas, O tender creature,</l>
                        <l>Now would God ye might well endure</l>
                        <l>All my corage, it is ſo ſharpe and kene,</l>
                        <l>I am agaſt, ye ſhall it nat ſuſtene.</l>
                        <l>But God forbid, that I did all my might,</l>
                        <l>Now would to God that it were waxen night,</l>
                        <l>And that the night would laſt euer mo,</l>
                        <l>I would that all theſe people were ago.</l>
                        <l>And finally he doth all his labour,</l>
                        <l>As he beſt might, ſauing his honour,</l>
                        <l>To haſt hem fro the meat in ſubtill wiſe,</l>
                        <l>The time came that reaſon was to riſe,</l>
                        <l>And after that men dauncen, and drinke faſt,</l>
                        <l>And ſpices all about the houſe they caſt:</l>
                        <l>And full of joy and bliſſe is euery Man,</l>
                        <l>All but a Squire, that hight Damian,</l>
                        <l>Which carfe before the Knight many a day:</l>
                        <l>He was ſo rauiſht on his Lady May,</l>
                        <l>That for very paine he was nie wood,</l>
                        <l>Almoſt he ſwelt, and ſwounded there he ſtood:</l>
                        <l>So ſore hath Venus hurt him wich her brand,</l>
                        <l>So freſh ſhe was, and thereto ſo licand:</l>
                        <l>And to his bed he went him haſtily,</l>
                        <l>No more of him at this time ſpeake I:</l>
                        <l>But there I let him weep inow and plaine,</l>
                        <l>Till the freſh May woll rewen on his paine.</l>
                        <l>O perilous fire, that in the bedſraw bredeth,</l>
                        <l>O familiar foe, that his ſeruice bedeth.</l>
                        <l>O ſeruaunt traytour, falſe homely hew,</l>
                        <l>Like to the Adder ſlie in boſome vntrue.</l>
                        <l>O Ianuary all drunken in pleaſaunce,</l>
                        <l>God ſhilde vs all from your iniquitaunce</l>
                        <l>Of mariage, ſee how this Damian,</l>
                        <l>Thine owne ſquire and eke thy borne man</l>
                        <l>Entendeth to doen thee villanie:</l>
                        <l>God graunt thee thine homely foe to eſpie.</l>
                        <l>* For in this world nis wers peſtilence,</l>
                        <l>Than homely foe, all day in thy preſence.</l>
                        <l>Parformed hath the ſunne his arke diurne,</l>
                        <l>No lenger may the body of him ſoiourne</l>
                        <l>On oriſont, as in that latitude:</l>
                        <l>Night with his mantill, that is darke &amp; rude,</l>
                        <l>Gan for to ſpred the Hemiſperie aboue:</l>
                        <l>For which departed is the luſtie rout</l>
                        <l>Fro Ianuary, with thonke on euery ſide</l>
                        <l>Home to her houſe luſtely they ride,</l>
                        <l>There as they doen her things, as hem leſt,</l>
                        <l>And whan they ſaw her time they go to reſt.</l>
                        <l>Sone after this luſtie Ianuarie</l>
                        <l>Woll go to bed, he would no longer tary.</l>
                        <l>He drinketh Ipocras, clarrie, and vernage</l>
                        <l>Of ſpices hot, to encreaſe his corage:</l>
                        <l>And many a lectuarie had he full fine,</l>
                        <l>Such as the curſed monke dan Conſtantine</l>
                        <l>Hath written in his booke of Coitu:</l>
                        <l>To eten hem al he nolde nothing eſchew,</l>
                        <l>And thus to his priuie friends ſaied he:</l>
                        <l>For Gods loue, as ſone as it may be,</l>
                        <l>Let voyd all this houſe in curteis wiſe ſone.</l>
                        <l>Men drinken, and the trauers drew anon,</l>
                        <l>So haſted Ianuarie, it muſt be done:</l>
                        <l>The bride was brought to bed as ſtil as ſton</l>
                        <l>And whan the bed was with the prieſt ibleſſed</l>
                        <l>Out of the chamber euery wight hem dreſſed.</l>
                        <l>And Ianuary hath faſt in armes take</l>
                        <l>His freſh May, his paradiſe, his make:</l>
                        <l>He lulleth her, he kiſſeth her full oft</l>
                        <l>With thicke briſtles of his beard vnſoft,</l>
                        <l>I like the skin of Houndfiſh, ſharp as brere,</l>
                        <l>For he was ſhaue all new in his manere:</l>
                        <l>He rubbeth her vpon her tender face,</l>
                        <l>And ſayed thus: Alas, I mote treſpace</l>
                        <l>To you my ſpouſe, and you greatly offend,</l>
                        <l>Or time come that I woll doune diſcend.</l>
                        <l>But natheleſſe, conſidreth this (quoth he)</l>
                        <l>There nis no workeman, whatſoeuer he be,</l>
                        <l>That may both wirch well and haſtely:</l>
                        <l>This woll be doen at leiſer perfectly,</l>
                        <l>It is no force how long that we play,</l>
                        <l>In true wedlocke coupled be we tway:</l>
                        <l>And bleſſed be the yoke that we been in,</l>
                        <l>For in our acts we mow do no ſin.</l>
                        <l>
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* A man may do no ſin with his wife,</l>
                        <l>Ne yet hurt himſelf with his own knife:</l>
                        <l>For we haue leaue to play vs by the law.</l>
                        <l>Thus laboureth he, till the day gan daw:</l>
                        <l>And then he taketh a ſoppe of fine clarre,</l>
                        <l>And vpright in his bed then ſitteth he</l>
                        <l>And after he ſingeth full loud and clere,</l>
                        <l>And kiſt his wife, and maketh wanton chere.</l>
                        <l>He was all coltiſh, and full of ragerie,</l>
                        <l>And full of gergon, as is a flecked Pie.</l>
                        <l>The ſlacke skin about his necke ſhaketh,</l>
                        <l>While y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he ſang, ſo chaunteth he &amp; craketh.</l>
                        <l>But God wot what May thoght in her hert,</l>
                        <l>Whan ſhe him ſaw vp ſitting in his ſhert</l>
                        <l>In his night cap, with his necke all leane:</l>
                        <l>She prayſeth not his playing worth a Bean.</l>
                        <l>Then ſayed he thus: my reſt woll I take</l>
                        <l>How day is come, I may no lenger wake,</l>
                        <l>And down he layed his head &amp; ſlept till prime:</l>
                        <l>And afterward, when that he ſaw his time</l>
                        <l>Vp riſeth Ianuarie, but the freſh May</l>
                        <l>Holdeth her chamber to the fourth day,</l>
                        <l>As vſage is of wiues for the beſt.</l>
                        <l>* For euery labour ſometime mote haue reſt,</l>
                        <l>Or els long may he not to endure.</l>
                        <l>This is to ſay, no liues creature,</l>
                        <l>Be it fiſh or beaſt or brid or man.</l>
                        <l>Now woll I ſpeake of wofull Damian,</l>
                        <l>That langureth for loue, as ye ſhall here.</l>
                        <l>Therefore I ſpeake to him in this manere.</l>
                        <l>I ſay, O ſely Damian, alas</l>
                        <l>Anſwer to this demaund, as in this caas,</l>
                        <l>Now ſhalt thou to thy Lady freſh May</l>
                        <l>Tell thy wo? She woll alway ſay nay:</l>
                        <l>Eke if thou ſpeake, ſhe woll thy wo bewray.</l>
                        <l>God be thine help, I can no better ſay.</l>
                        <l>This ſicke Damian in Venus fire</l>
                        <l>So brenneth, that he dieth for deſire:</l>
                        <l>For which he put his life in aduenture,</l>
                        <l>No lenger might he in this wiſe endure,</l>
                        <l>But priuily a penner gan he borrow,</l>
                        <l>And in a letter wrote he all his ſorrow,</l>
                        <l>In manner of a complaint or a lay</l>
                        <l>Vnto this faire and freſh Lady May.</l>
                        <l>And in a purſe of ſilke, honging on his ſhert,</l>
                        <l>He hath it put and layed it at his hert.</l>
                        <l>The Moone at moonetide that ilke day</l>
                        <l>(That Ianuarie had iwedded freſh May)</l>
                        <l>Out of Taure was in the Cankre gleden,</l>
                        <l>So long hath May in her chamber bidden</l>
                        <l>As cuſtome is vnto theſe nobles all:</l>
                        <l>A bride ſhall not eaten in the hall</l>
                        <l>Till days foure, or three at the leaſt</l>
                        <l>I paſſed been, than let her go to feaſt.</l>
                        <l>The fourth day complete fro noone to noone,</l>
                        <l>Whan that the high Maſſe was now idoon,</l>
                        <l>In hall ſat this Ianuary and May,</l>
                        <l>As freſh as is the bright Somers day,</l>
                        <l>And ſo befell, how that this good man</l>
                        <l>Remembreth him vpon his Damian,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied: Saint Mary, how may this he,</l>
                        <l>That Damian entendeth not to me?</l>
                        <l>Is he aie ſicke: or how may this betide?</l>
                        <l>His ſquires, which that ſtoden him beſide,</l>
                        <l>Excuſed him, becauſe of his ſickneſſe,</l>
                        <l>Which letted him to doen his beſineſſe:</l>
                        <l>None other cauſe might make him tary.</l>
                        <l>That me forthinketh (qd. this Ianuary)</l>
                        <l>He is a gentle ſquire by my trouth,</l>
                        <l>If that he died, it were harme and routh:</l>
                        <l>He is as wiſe, diſcreet, and ſecree,</l>
                        <l>As any man that I wote of his degree,</l>
                        <l>And thereto manly and ſeruiceable,</l>
                        <l>And for to be a thrifty man right able.</l>
                        <l>But after meat as ſoone as euer I may</l>
                        <l>I woll my ſelfe viſit him, and eke May,</l>
                        <l>To doen him all the comfort that I can:</l>
                        <l>And for that word, him bleſſed euery man,</l>
                        <l>That of his bounty and his gentleneſſe</l>
                        <l>He would ſo comforten in his diſtreſſe</l>
                        <l>His ſquire, for it was a gentle deed.</l>
                        <l>Dame (qd. this Ianuary) take good heed,</l>
                        <l>That after meat, ye and your women all</l>
                        <l>(Whan ye haue ben in chamber out of this hall)</l>
                        <l>That all ye gone to ſee this Damian:</l>
                        <l>Doeth him diſport, he is a gentleman,</l>
                        <l>And tellen him that I woll him viſite,</l>
                        <l>Haue I nothing but reſted me alite:</l>
                        <l>And ſpeed you faſt for I woll abide,</l>
                        <l>Till that you ſleepen faſt by my ſide.</l>
                        <l>And with that word he gan to him call</l>
                        <l>A ſquire, that was Marſhall of his hall,</l>
                        <l>And told him certaine thing that he would,</l>
                        <l>This freſh May hath ſtreight her way ihold</l>
                        <l>With all her women, vnto this Damian:</l>
                        <l>And downe by his beds ſide ſat ſhe than</l>
                        <l>Comforting him as goodly as ſhe may.</l>
                        <l>This Damian, whan that he his time ſay</l>
                        <l>In ſecret wiſe his purſe, and eke his bill</l>
                        <l>(In which he had written all his will)</l>
                        <l>Hath put into her honde withouten more,</l>
                        <l>Saue that he ſighed wonderous deep &amp; ſore:</l>
                        <l>And ſothly, to her right thus ſayed he,</l>
                        <l>Mercie, and that ye diſcouer nat me:</l>
                        <l>For I am dead, if that this thing be kid.</l>
                        <l>This purſe hath ſhe in her boſome hid,</l>
                        <l>And went her way, ye get no more of me,</l>
                        <l>But vnto Ianuary icome is ſhe,</l>
                        <l>And on his bed ſide ſhe ſit full ſoft,</l>
                        <l>He taketh her, and kiſſeth her full oft:</l>
                        <l>And layed him down to ſleep, and that anon.</l>
                        <l>She fained her, as that ſhe muſt gon</l>
                        <l>Ther as ye wote, that euery wight had need:</l>
                        <l>And whan ſhe of this bill hath taken heed,</l>
                        <l>She rent it all to clouts, and at laſt</l>
                        <l>Into the priuie, ſothly ſhe it caſt.</l>
                        <l>Who ſtudieth now but faire freſh May:</l>
                        <l>And downe by Ianuary ſhe lay,</l>
                        <l>That ſlept, till the cough hath him awaked:</l>
                        <l>Anon he prayed her to ſtrip her all naked,</l>
                        <l>He would of her (he ſaid) haue ſome pleaſance:</l>
                        <l>He ſaid her clothes did him encombrance.</l>
                        <l>And ſhe obeieth he ſhe lefe or loth.</l>
                        <l>But leſt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> precious folk be with me wroth,</l>
                        <l>How that he wrought, I dare nat to you tell,</l>
                        <l>Or wheder ſhe thought it paradiſe or hell:</l>
                        <l>But I let hem worch in her wiſe.</l>
                        <l>Till euen ſong ring, that they muſt ariſe.</l>
                        <l>Were it by deſtenie or by aduenture,</l>
                        <l>Where it by influence, or by nature,</l>
                        <l>Or conſtellation that in ſuch eſtate</l>
                        <l>The heauen ſtood, that time fortunate,</l>
                        <l>
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(As for to put a bill of Venus werkes)</l>
                        <l>* For all thing hath time, as ſaien clerkes</l>
                        <l>To any woman for to get her loue:</l>
                        <l>I cannot ſay, but the great God aboue</l>
                        <l>That knoweth, that non act is cauſeles,</l>
                        <l>He deme all, for I woll hold my pees.</l>
                        <l>But ſoth is this, how that this freſh May</l>
                        <l>Hath take ſuch impreſſion that day</l>
                        <l>Of pittie, on this ſicke Damian,</l>
                        <l>That fro her heart ſhe driuen ne can</l>
                        <l>The remembrance for to doen him eaſe;</l>
                        <l>Certain (thouȝt ſhe) whom this thing diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pleaſe</l>
                        <l>I recke not, for this I him aſſure,</l>
                        <l>I loue him beſt of any creature,</l>
                        <l>Though he no more had than his ſhert.</l>
                        <l>* Lo pittie renneth ſone in gentle hert,</l>
                        <l>Here may ye ſee, how excellent franchiſe</l>
                        <l>* In women is whan they hem narow auiſe.</l>
                        <l>Some tyraunt is, as there be many a one,</l>
                        <l>That hath an heart as hard as any ſtone,</l>
                        <l>Which would haue letten ſterue in the place</l>
                        <l>Well rather than haue granted him her grace:</l>
                        <l>And her rejoyced in her cruel pride,</l>
                        <l>And not haue recked to been an homicide.</l>
                        <l>This gentle Maie, fulfilled of pittie,</l>
                        <l>Right ſo of her hond a letter made ſhe,</l>
                        <l>In which ſhe graunted him her very grace,</l>
                        <l>There lacked nought, but onely time &amp; place,</l>
                        <l>Where that ſhe might to his luſt ſuffice:</l>
                        <l>For it ſhall be, right as he woll deuiſe.</l>
                        <l>And whan ſhe ſaw her time vpon a day,</l>
                        <l>To viſit this Damian goth this faire Maie,</l>
                        <l>And ſubtilly this letter downe ſhe thruſt</l>
                        <l>Vnder his pillow, read it if him luſt.</l>
                        <l>She taketh him by the hond, &amp; hard him twiſt</l>
                        <l>So ſecretly, that no wight of it wiſt,</l>
                        <l>And bad him been all whole, &amp; forth ſhe went</l>
                        <l>To Ianuary, when that he for her ſent.</l>
                        <l>Vp riſeth Damian the next morow,</l>
                        <l>All paſſed was his ſickneſſe and his ſorowe:</l>
                        <l>He kembeth him &amp; proineth him and piketh,</l>
                        <l>And doth all that his Lady luſt and liketh:</l>
                        <l>And eke to Ianuary he goeth as low,</l>
                        <l>As euer did a dog for the bow.</l>
                        <l>He is ſo pleaſaunt to euery man</l>
                        <l>(For craft is all, who that it can)</l>
                        <l>That euery wight is fain to ſpeken him good,</l>
                        <l>And fully in his Ladies grace he ſtood.</l>
                        <l>Thus let I Damian about his need,</l>
                        <l>And in my tale, forth I woll proceed,</l>
                        <l>Some clerkes holden that felicite</l>
                        <l>Stont in delite, and therefore certain hee</l>
                        <l>This noble Ianuarie, with all his might</l>
                        <l>In honeſt wiſe as longeth to a knight,</l>
                        <l>Shope him to liue full deliciouſly,</l>
                        <l>His houſing, his array, as honeſtly</l>
                        <l>To his degree, was made as a kings.</l>
                        <l>Among other of his honeſt things</l>
                        <l>He had a garden walled all with ſtone,</l>
                        <l>So fayre a garden was there neuer none.</l>
                        <l>For out of doubt, I verily ſuppoſe,</l>
                        <l>That he that wrote the Romant of the Roſe,</l>
                        <l>Ne couth of it the beautie well deuiſe:</l>
                        <l>Ne Priapus, ne might not ſuffiſe,</l>
                        <l>Though he be god of gardens, for to tell</l>
                        <l>The beautie of the garden, and of the well,</l>
                        <l>That ſtont vnder a laurer alway green:</l>
                        <l>Full oft time king Pluto and his queen</l>
                        <l>Proſerpina, and all her fayrie</l>
                        <l>Diſporten hem and maken melodie</l>
                        <l>About that well, and daunced as men told.</l>
                        <l>This noble knight, this Ianuarie the old</l>
                        <l>Such deinte hath, in it to walke and play,</l>
                        <l>That he woll ſuffer no wight to bear y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> kay,</l>
                        <l>Saue he himſelfe, for the ſmall wicket</l>
                        <l>He bare alway of ſiluer a clicket,</l>
                        <l>With which when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> him liſt ne would vnſhet</l>
                        <l>And when that he would pay his wife her det</l>
                        <l>In ſummer ſeaſon thider would he go,</l>
                        <l>And Maie his wife, &amp; no wight but they two:</l>
                        <l>And things which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> weren not done a bed,</l>
                        <l>He in the garden perfourmed hem and ſped.</l>
                        <l>And in this wiſe, many a mery day</l>
                        <l>Liued this Ianuarie and this freſh May.</l>
                        <l>But worldly joy may not alway endure</l>
                        <l>To Ianuarie, ne to no liuing creature,</l>
                        <l>* O ſudden hap, O thou fortune vnſtable,</l>
                        <l>Like to the Scorpion diceiuable,</l>
                        <l>That flattreſt with thy head when thou wolt ſting:</l>
                        <l>Thy tale is deth, thrugh thine enuenoming.</l>
                        <l>O brotell joy, O ſweet poyſon queint,</l>
                        <l>O monſter, that ſo ſuddenly canſt peint</l>
                        <l>Thy gifts, vnder the hew of ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
                        <l>That thou deceiueſt both more and leſſe.</l>
                        <l>Why haſt thou Ianuary thus deceiued,</l>
                        <l>And haddeſt him for thy friend receiued?</l>
                        <l>And now thou haſt beraft him both his eyen,</l>
                        <l>For ſorow of which deſireth he to dyen.</l>
                        <l>Alas, this noble Ianuarie that ſo free,</l>
                        <l>Amidde his luſt and his proſperitie</l>
                        <l>Is woxen blind, and all ſuddenly,</l>
                        <l>His death therefore deſireth he vtterly.</l>
                        <l>And therewithall, the fire of jelouſie</l>
                        <l>(Leſt that his wife ſhould fall in ſome folly)</l>
                        <l>So brent his heart, that he would full faine,</l>
                        <l>That ſome man, both him and her had ſlaine.</l>
                        <l>For neuer after his death, ne in his life</l>
                        <l>Ne would he that ſhe were loue ne wife:</l>
                        <l>But euer liue a widdow in clothes blacke,</l>
                        <l>Sole as the turtle doth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath loſt her make.</l>
                        <l>But at the laſt, after a moneth or tway</l>
                        <l>His ſorow gan to ſwage, ſoth to ſay.</l>
                        <l>For whan he wiſt it might non other be,</l>
                        <l>He paciently tooke his aduerſite:</l>
                        <l>Saue out of doubt may he nat forgone,</l>
                        <l>That he nas ielous euer more in one:</l>
                        <l>Which jelouſie, it was ſo outragious,</l>
                        <l>That neither in hall ne in none other houſe,</l>
                        <l>Ne in none other place neuer mo</l>
                        <l>He nolde ſuffer her neither ride ne go,</l>
                        <l>But if that he had honde on her alway.</l>
                        <l>For which full often wepeth freſh May,</l>
                        <l>That loued Damian ſo benignely,</l>
                        <l>That ſhe mote either die ſodainely,</l>
                        <l>Or ſhe mote haue him all at her leſt:</l>
                        <l>She waiteth whan her heart ſhould to breſt.</l>
                        <l>Vpon that other ſide, Damian</l>
                        <l>Become is the ſorowfulleſt man</l>
                        <l>That euer was, for neither night ne day</l>
                        <l>Ne might he ſpeake a word to freſh May,</l>
                        <l>As to his purpoſe of no ſuch matere,</l>
                        <l>But if that Ianuary muſt it here,</l>
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That had an hand vpon her euermo.</l>
                        <l>But natheles, by writing to and fro,</l>
                        <l>And priuie ſignes, wiſt he what ſhe ment,</l>
                        <l>And ſhe knew all the ſignes of his entent.</l>
                        <l>O Ianuary, what might thee it auaile?</l>
                        <l>Tho thou mighteſt ſee, as far as ſhips ſaile:</l>
                        <l>* For as good is a blind man diſceived be,</l>
                        <l>As to be diſceiued, when that he may ſee.</l>
                        <l>Lo Argus, which had an hundred eien,</l>
                        <l>For all that euer he couth pore and prien,</l>
                        <l>Yet was he blent, and God wot ſo ben mo,</l>
                        <l>That wenen wiſely that it is not ſo:</l>
                        <l>Paſſe ouer is an eaſe, I ſay no more.</l>
                        <l>The freſh May, of which I ſpake of yore</l>
                        <l>In warme waxe, hath printed this clicket,</l>
                        <l>That Ianuary bare of that ſmall wicket,</l>
                        <l>By which vnto his garden oft he went.</l>
                        <l>And Damian that knew all her intent</l>
                        <l>The clicket counterfeited priuily:</l>
                        <l>There nis no more to ſay, but haſtily</l>
                        <l>Some wonder by this clicket ſhall betide,</l>
                        <l>Which ye ſhall heren, if ye woll abide.</l>
                        <l>O noble Ouid, ſooth ſayeſt thou God wote,</l>
                        <l>* What flight is it, if loue be long and hote,</l>
                        <l>That he nill find it out in ſome manere:</l>
                        <l>By Pyramus and Thisbe may men lere,</l>
                        <l>Thogh they were kept ful long ſtreit ouer all,</l>
                        <l>They ben accorded, rowning through a wall:</l>
                        <l>There nis no wight couth find ſuch a ſleight.</l>
                        <l>But now to purpoſe, ere the daies eight,</l>
                        <l>Were paſſed, ere the month Iuly befill,</l>
                        <l>That Ianuary hath caught ſo great a will</l>
                        <l>Through egging of his wife him for to play,</l>
                        <l>In his garden, and no wight but they tway,</l>
                        <l>That in a morrow, vnto this May ſaid hee,</l>
                        <l>Riſe vp my wife, my loue, my lady free:</l>
                        <l>The turtle voice is heard my lady ſwete,</l>
                        <l>The winter is gone, with all his raines wete,</l>
                        <l>Come forth now with thine eyen columbine,</l>
                        <l>Now fairer been thy breſts than is wine.</l>
                        <l>The garden is encloſed all about,</l>
                        <l>Come forth my white ſpouſe out of all dout,</l>
                        <l>Thou haſt me wounded in my hert, O wife:</l>
                        <l>No ſpot in thee nas in all thy life.</l>
                        <l>Come forth and let vs taken our diſport,</l>
                        <l>I cheſe thee for my wife and my comfort.</l>
                        <l>Such old leaud words then vſed he.</l>
                        <l>Vnto Damian a ſigne made ſhe,</l>
                        <l>That he ſhould go before with his clicket:</l>
                        <l>This Damian hath opened this wicket,</l>
                        <l>And in he ſtert, and that in ſuch manere,</l>
                        <l>That no wight might it ſee ne here,</l>
                        <l>And ſtill he ſat vnder a buſh anone.</l>
                        <l>This Ianuary, as blind as is a ſtone</l>
                        <l>With May in his hand, and no wight mo,</l>
                        <l>Into his freſh garden is he go,</l>
                        <l>And clapt to the wicket ſuddainly.</l>
                        <l>Now wife (qd. he) here nis but thou and I,</l>
                        <l>That art the creature that I beſt loue:</l>
                        <l>For by that lord that ſit vs all aboue,</l>
                        <l>I had leuer dien on a knife,</l>
                        <l>Than thee offend my dere true wife.</l>
                        <l>For Gods ſake thinke how I thee chees,</l>
                        <l>Not for couetiſe, ne other good doubtles,</l>
                        <l>But only for the loue I had to thee.</l>
                        <l>And though that I be old and may not ſee,</l>
                        <l>Be to me true, and I woll tell you why,</l>
                        <l>Certes three things ſhall ye win thereby.</l>
                        <l>Firſt loue of Chriſt, &amp; to your ſelfe honour,</l>
                        <l>And all mine heritage, toune and tour</l>
                        <l>I giue it you, maketh charters as ye liſt:</l>
                        <l>This ſhall be done to morrow ere ſunne riſt</l>
                        <l>So wiſely God my ſoule bring to bliſſe:</l>
                        <l>I pray you on couenaunt that ye me kiſſe.</l>
                        <l>And though that I be jelous, wite me nought,</l>
                        <l>Ye been ſo deepe imprinted in my thought,</l>
                        <l>That when I conſider your beaute,</l>
                        <l>And withall, the vnlikely elde of me,</l>
                        <l>I may not certes, though I ſhould die</l>
                        <l>Forbeare to ben out of your companie</l>
                        <l>For very loue, this is withouten dout:</l>
                        <l>Now kiſſe me wife, and let vs rome about.</l>
                        <l>This freſh May when ſhe theſe words herd,</l>
                        <l>Benignely to Ianuarie anſwerd,</l>
                        <l>But firſt and forward ſhe began to weepe:</l>
                        <l>I haue (qd. ſhe) a ſoule for to keepe</l>
                        <l>As well as ye, and alſo mine honour,</l>
                        <l>And of wifehood ilke tender flour,</l>
                        <l>Which that I haue enſured in your hond,</l>
                        <l>When that the prieſt to you my body bond.</l>
                        <l>Wherefore I woll anſwere in this manere</l>
                        <l>By the leaue of you my lord ſo dere.</l>
                        <l>I pray God that neuer daw that day,</l>
                        <l>That I ne ſterue, as foule as woman may,</l>
                        <l>If euer I do to my kin that ſhame,</l>
                        <l>Or els that I empaire ſo my name,</l>
                        <l>That I be falſe, and if I do that lacke,</l>
                        <l>Do ſtrip me and put me in a ſacke,</l>
                        <l>And in the next riuer do me drench:</l>
                        <l>I am a gentlewoman, and no wench.</l>
                        <l>Why ſpeke ye thus, but men ben euer vntrew,</l>
                        <l>And women haue reproofe of you, aye new.</l>
                        <l>Ye can none other communing, I leue,</l>
                        <l>But ſpeak to vs of vntruſt and repreue.</l>
                        <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> word ſhe ſaw where Damian</l>
                        <l>Sat in the buſh, and kneele he began:</l>
                        <l>And with her finger ſignes made ſhe,</l>
                        <l>That Damian ſhould climbe vpon a tre,</l>
                        <l>That charged was with fruite, &amp; vp he went:</l>
                        <l>For verily he knew all her intent,</l>
                        <l>And euery ſigne that ſhe couth make,</l>
                        <l>Well bet than Ianuarie her owne make.</l>
                        <l>For in a letter ſhe had told him all</l>
                        <l>Of this matter, how that he werch ſhall.</l>
                        <l>And thus I let him ſit in the pery,</l>
                        <l>And Ianuarie and Maie roming full mery.</l>
                        <l>Bright was the day, &amp; blew the firmament,</l>
                        <l>Phebus of gold doun hath his ſtreames ſent</l>
                        <l>To gladen every flour with his warmeneſſe:</l>
                        <l>He was that time in Gemini, as I geſſe,</l>
                        <l>But little fro his declination,</l>
                        <l>The cauſer of Ioues exaltation.</l>
                        <l>And ſo befell that bright morow tide,</l>
                        <l>That in the garden, on the further ſide</l>
                        <l>Pluto, that is the king of Fayrie</l>
                        <l>And many a ladie in his companie</l>
                        <l>Following his wife, the queene Proſerpine</l>
                        <l>Ech after other right as a line,</l>
                        <l>Whiles ſhe gadred floures in a mead:</l>
                        <l>In Claudian ye may the ſtory read,</l>
                        <l>How in his griſely cart he her fet.</l>
                        <l>This king of Fayrie adoune him ſet</l>
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Vpon a bench of turues freſh and greene,</l>
                        <l>And right anon thus ſaid he to his queene:</l>
                        <l>My wife (qd. he) that may nat ſay nay</l>
                        <l>Experience ſo proveth euery day</l>
                        <l>The treaſon which that women doth to man,</l>
                        <l>Ten hundred thouſand ſtories tell I can,</l>
                        <l>Notable, of your vntrouth and brotelneſſe.</l>
                        <l>O Salomon, richeſt of all richeſſe,</l>
                        <l>Fulfild of ſapience, and of worldly glory,</l>
                        <l>Full worthy ben thy words in memory</l>
                        <l>To euery wight, that wit and reaſon can:</l>
                        <l>Thus praiſeth he the bounty of man.</l>
                        <l>* Among a thouſand men yet found I one,</l>
                        <l>But of all women found I neuer none:</l>
                        <l>Thus ſaith y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> king, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knoweth your wicked<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.</l>
                        <l>And Ieſus Filius Sirach, as I geſſe,</l>
                        <l>Ne ſpeaketh of you but ſelde reuerence:</l>
                        <l>A wild fire, a corrupt peſtilence</l>
                        <l>So fall upon your bodies yet to night:</l>
                        <l>Ne ſee ye not this honourable knight?</l>
                        <l>Becauſe (alas) that he is blind and old,</l>
                        <l>His owne man ſhall maken him cuckold.</l>
                        <l>Lo where he ſit, the letchour in the tree.</l>
                        <l>Now woll I graunt of my maieſtie</l>
                        <l>Vnto this old blind worthy knight,</l>
                        <l>That he ſhall haue again his eye ſight:</l>
                        <l>When that his wife would done him vilanie,</l>
                        <l>Then ſhall he know all her harlotrie,</l>
                        <l>Both in reprefe of her and other mo.</l>
                        <l>Ye ſhall (qd. Proſerpine) and woll ye ſo?</l>
                        <l>Now by my mothers ſoule ſir I ſwere,</l>
                        <l>That I ſhall yeuen her ſufficient anſwere.</l>
                        <l>And all women after for her ſake:</l>
                        <l>That though they been in any gilt ytake</l>
                        <l>With face bolde, they ſhullen hemſelue excuſe</l>
                        <l>And bear hem down that would hem accuſe.</l>
                        <l>For lacke of anſwere, non of hem ſhull dien,</l>
                        <l>All had he ſee a thing with both his eyen,</l>
                        <l>Yet ſhould we women ſo viſage it hardely,</l>
                        <l>And weepe and ſwere and chide ſubtilly,</l>
                        <l>That ye ſhall been as leude as are gees,</l>
                        <l>What recketh me of your authoritees?</l>
                        <l>I wote well this Iewe, this Salomon,</l>
                        <l>Found of vs women, fooles many one:</l>
                        <l>But though he ne found no good woman,</l>
                        <l>Yet there hath found many an other man</l>
                        <l>Women full true, full good, and vertuous;</l>
                        <l>Witnes of hem that dwell in Chriſtes houſe,</l>
                        <l>With Martyrdom they preued her conſtance.</l>
                        <l>The Romain ieſts eke make remembrance</l>
                        <l>Of many a very true wife alſo.</l>
                        <l>But ſir, he not wroth that it be ſo,</l>
                        <l>Thogh that he ſaid he found no good woman</l>
                        <l>I pray you take the ſentence of the man:</l>
                        <l>* He meant thus, That in ſoueraign bounte</l>
                        <l>His none but God, that ſitteth in trinite.</l>
                        <l>Eye, for very God that nis but one.</l>
                        <l>What make ye ſo much of Salomon?</l>
                        <l>What though he made a temple, Gods houſe?</l>
                        <l>What though he were rich and glorious?</l>
                        <l>So made he a temple of falſe godis,</l>
                        <l>How might he don a thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> more fore forbod is?</l>
                        <l>Parde as faire as ye his name emplaſter,</l>
                        <l>He was a lechour, and an idolaſter,</l>
                        <l>And in his elde, very God forſooke.</l>
                        <l>And if that God nad (as ſaith the booke)</l>
                        <l>Yſpared him for his fathers ſake, he ſhould</l>
                        <l>Haue loſt his reigne ſoner than he would.</l>
                        <l>Iſet nat of all the villanie,</l>
                        <l>That ye of women write, a butterflie,</l>
                        <l>I am a woman, needs more I ſpeake</l>
                        <l>Or els to ſwell till that mine heart breake.</l>
                        <l>For ſithen he ſaid that we been ianglereſſes</l>
                        <l>As euer mote I hole broke my treſſes,</l>
                        <l>I ſhall not ſpare for no curteſie</l>
                        <l>To ſpeak hem harm, that would vs villanie.</l>
                        <l>Dame (qd. this Pluto) be no lenger wroth,</l>
                        <l>I giue it vp: but ſith I ſwore mine oth,</l>
                        <l>That I would graunt him his ſight ayen,</l>
                        <l>My word ſhall ſtand, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> warne I you certeine:</l>
                        <l>I am a king, it ſet me not to lie.</l>
                        <l>And I (quoth ſhe) queen am of Fairie.</l>
                        <l>Her anſwere ſhe ſhall haue I vndertake,</l>
                        <l>Let vs no mo words hereof make:</l>
                        <l>Forſoth I will no longer you contrary.</l>
                        <l>Now let vs turne againe to Ianuarie,</l>
                        <l>That in the garden with this faire Maie</l>
                        <l>Singeth merier than the Popingay:</l>
                        <l>You loue I beſt, and ſhall, and other non.</l>
                        <l>So long about the alleyes is he gon,</l>
                        <l>Till he was commen ayenſt thilke pery,</l>
                        <l>Where as this Damian ſitteth full mery</l>
                        <l>On high, among theſe freſh leues green.</l>
                        <l>This freſh Maie, that is ſo bright &amp; ſhene</l>
                        <l>Gan for to ſike, and ſaid: alas my ſide:</l>
                        <l>Now ſir (qd. ſhe) for ought that may betide</l>
                        <l>I muſt haue of theſe peers that here I ſee</l>
                        <l>Or I mote die, ſo ſore longeth me</l>
                        <l>To eten ſome of the ſmall peers greene:</l>
                        <l>Help for hir loue that is heauens queen.</l>
                        <l>I tell you well a woman in my plite,</l>
                        <l>May haue to fruite ſo great an appetite,</l>
                        <l>That ſhe may dyen, but ſhe it haue.</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. he) that I ne had here a knaue,</l>
                        <l>That couth climbe, alas, alas (qd. he)</l>
                        <l>For I am blinde, ye ſir no force (qd. ſhe)</l>
                        <l>But would ye vouchſafe for Gods ſake,</l>
                        <l>The pery in your armes for to take:</l>
                        <l>For well I wot that ye miſtruſt me,</l>
                        <l>Then would I climbe well ynough (qd. ſhe)</l>
                        <l>So I my foote might ſet vpon your backe.</l>
                        <l>Forſooth ſaid he, in me ſhall be no lacke,</l>
                        <l>Might I you helpe all with mine hart blood:</l>
                        <l>He ſtoupeth down, &amp; on his back ſhe ſtood,</l>
                        <l>And caught her by a twiſt, and vp ſhe goth.</l>
                        <l>Ladies I pray you that ye be not wroth,</l>
                        <l>I can nat gloſe, I am a rude man:</l>
                        <l>And ſodainely anon this Damian</l>
                        <l>Gan pullen vp the ſmocke, and in the throng</l>
                        <l>A great tent a thrifty and a long.</l>
                        <l>She ſaid it was the merieſt fit,</l>
                        <l>That euer in her life ſhe was at yet:</l>
                        <l>My lords tent ſerueth me nothing thus</l>
                        <l>It foldeth twifold by ſweet Ieſus,</l>
                        <l>He may not ſwiue not worth a leke:</l>
                        <l>And yet he is full gentill and full meke.</l>
                        <l>This is leuer to me than an euenſong.</l>
                        <l>And when that Pluto ſaw this wrong,</l>
                        <l>To Ianuary he gaue againe his ſight,</l>
                        <l>And made him ſee as well as euer he might:</l>
                        <l>And whan he had caught his ſight againe,</l>
                        <l>Ne was there neuer man of thing ſo faine:</l>
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But on his wife his thought was euer mo.</l>
                        <l>Vp to the tree he caſt his eyen two,</l>
                        <l>And ſaw how Damian his wife had dreſſed</l>
                        <l>In ſuch mannere, it may not be expreſſed,</l>
                        <l>But if I would ſpeak vncurteſly.</l>
                        <l>And vp he yaf a roring and a cry,</l>
                        <l>As doth the mother when the child ſhall die:</l>
                        <l>Out helpe, alas, (harow) he gan to cry:</l>
                        <l>For ſorrow almoſt he gan to die,</l>
                        <l>That his wife was ſwiued in the pery.</l>
                        <l>O ſtrong lady whore what doeſt thou?</l>
                        <l>And ſhe anſwered: ſir what ayleth you?</l>
                        <l>Haue patience and reaſon in your minde,</l>
                        <l>I haue you holpen of both your eyen blinde.</l>
                        <l>Vp peril of my ſoule I ſhall nat lien</l>
                        <l>As me was taught to help your eyen.</l>
                        <l>Was nothing bet for to make you ſee,</l>
                        <l>Than ſtrogle with a man vpon a tree:</l>
                        <l>God wot I did it in full good entent.</l>
                        <l>Strogle (qd. he) ye algate in it went</l>
                        <l>As ſtiffe and as round as any bell:</l>
                        <l>It is no wonder though thy belly ſwell.</l>
                        <l>Thy ſmocke on his breaſt it lay ſo thech,</l>
                        <l>That ſtil me thought he pointed on the brech.</l>
                        <l>God giue you both on ſhames death to dien,</l>
                        <l>He ſwiued thee, I ſaw it with mine eyen,</l>
                        <l>Or els I be honged by the halſe.</l>
                        <l>Then is (qd. ſhe) my medicine falſe,</l>
                        <l>For certainely, if that ye might ſee,</l>
                        <l>Ye would not ſay theſe words vnto me,</l>
                        <l>Ye haue ſome glimſing, and no perfit ſight.</l>
                        <l>I ſee (qd. he) as well as euer I might,</l>
                        <l>Thanked be God, with both mine eyen two,</l>
                        <l>And by my trouth me thought he did ſo.</l>
                        <l>Ye maſe ye maſe, good ſir (quoth ſhe)</l>
                        <l>This thanke haue I for that I made you ſee:</l>
                        <l>Alas, quoth ſhe, that euer I was ſo kind.</l>
                        <l>Now dame, qd. he, let al paſſe out of mind:</l>
                        <l>Come down my ſefe, and if I haue miſſaid,</l>
                        <l>God helpe me ſo, as I am euill apaid.</l>
                        <l>But by my fathers ſoule, I wende haue ſeyn,</l>
                        <l>How that this Damian had by thee lyen,</l>
                        <l>And that thy ſmocke had lyen vpon his breſt,</l>
                        <l>Ye ſir (qd. ſhe) ye may wene as ye leſt:</l>
                        <l>* But ſir, a man that waketh out of his ſleep,</l>
                        <l>He may not ſuddenly well taken kepe</l>
                        <l>Vpon a thing, ne ſe it perfectly</l>
                        <l>Till that he be adawed verily.</l>
                        <l>* Right ſo a man that long hath blinde be,</l>
                        <l>Ne may not ſuddainly ſo well yſee</l>
                        <l>Firſt when the ſight is new comen again,</l>
                        <l>As he that hath a day or two yſain.</l>
                        <l>Till that your ſight iſtabled be awhile,</l>
                        <l>There may full many a ſight you begile.</l>
                        <l>Beware I pray you, for by heauen king</l>
                        <l>* Full many a man weneth to ſee a thing,</l>
                        <l>And it is all another than it ſeemeth:</l>
                        <l>* He that miſconceiueth oft misdemeth.</l>
                        <l>And with that word ſhe lept down fro y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> tree:</l>
                        <l>This Ianuarie who is glad but he?</l>
                        <l>He kiſſeth her, he cleppeth her full oft,</l>
                        <l>And on her wombe he ſtroketh her full oft:</l>
                        <l>And to his paleis home he hath her lad.</l>
                        <l>Now good men I pray you beth ye all glad.</l>
                        <l>Thus endeth here my tale of Ianuarie,</l>
                        <l>God bleſſe vs all, and his mother Marie.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>The wife of Bathes Prologue.</head>
                     <l>Experience, though none authoritie</l>
                     <l>Were in this world, is right ynow for me</l>
                     <l>To ſpeak of wo that is in mariage:</l>
                     <l>For lordings, ſith I twelue yeres was of age,</l>
                     <l>Thanked be God that is eterne on liue,</l>
                     <l>Husbonds at chirche dore haue I had fiue</l>
                     <l>For I ſo often haue ywedded be,</l>
                     <l>And all were worthy men in her degree.</l>
                     <l>But me was told not long ago iwis,</l>
                     <l>That ſithen Chriſt went neuer but onis</l>
                     <l>To wedding, in the Cane of Galilee,</l>
                     <l>That by thilke enſample taught he me,</l>
                     <l>That I ne ſhould wedded be but ones.</l>
                     <l>Lo here, which a ſharpe word for the nones,</l>
                     <l>Beſide a well, Ieſu God and man</l>
                     <l>Spake in reprefe of the Samaritan:</l>
                     <l>Thou haſt had fiue husbonds (quoth he)</l>
                     <l>And that ilke man that now hath thee,</l>
                     <l>Is not thyn husbond: thus ſaid he certain,</l>
                     <l>What he meant hereby, I can not ſain,</l>
                     <l>But that I aske a point, why the fift man</l>
                     <l>Was nat husbond to the Samaritan:</l>
                     <l>How many might ſhe haue in marriage?</l>
                     <l>Yet herd I neuer tellen in mine age</l>
                     <l>Vpon this number true definitioun,</l>
                     <l>Men may deuine, and gloſen vp and down.</l>
                     <l>But well I wot expreſſe without lie,</l>
                     <l>God bad vs for to wex and multiplie,</l>
                     <l>That gentle text can I well vnderſtond:</l>
                     <l>Eke wel I wot (he ſaid) mine husbond:</l>
                     <l>Should leaue father &amp; mother, &amp; take to me,</l>
                     <l>But of number no mention made he</l>
                     <l>Of bigamie or of octogamie,</l>
                     <l>Why ſhould men ſpeak of it villany?</l>
                     <l>Lo he the wiſe king Dan Salomon</l>
                     <l>I trow had wiues many mo than on,</l>
                     <l>As would God it lefull were to me</l>
                     <l>To be refreſhed half ſo oft as he.</l>
                     <l>Which a gift of God had he, for his wyuis?</l>
                     <l>No man hath ſuch, that in this world a liue is.</l>
                     <l>God wot this noble king, as to my wit</l>
                     <l>The firſt night had many a mery fit</l>
                     <l>With each of hem, ſo well was him aliue.</l>
                     <l>Bleſſed be God, I haue wedded ſiue,</l>
                     <l>Welcome the ſixth wheneuer he ſhall</l>
                     <l>Forſoth I woll not keep me chaſte in all:</l>
                     <l>When mine husbond is fro the world ygon,</l>
                     <l>Some chriſten man ſhall wed me anon.</l>
                     <l>For then the Apoſtle ſaith, that I am fre</l>
                     <l>To wed a godeſhalfe where it liketh me:</l>
                     <l>* He ſaith, that to be wedded is no ſinne,</l>
                     <l>Better is to be wedded than to brinne.</l>
                     <l>What recketh me though folke ſay villany</l>
                     <l>Of ſhreud Lamech, and of his bigamy?</l>
                     <l>I wot well Abraham was an holy man,</l>
                     <l>And Iacob eke, as fer as euer I heare can,</l>
                     <l>And each of hem had wiues mo than two,</l>
                     <l>And many another holy man alſo.</l>
                     <l>Where can you ſay in any manner age</l>
                     <l>That euer God defended mariage</l>
                     <l>By expreſſe words, I pray you tell me?</l>
                     <l>Or where commaunded he virginite?</l>
                     <l>I wot as well as ye, it is no dread,</l>
                     <l>The Apoſtle, when he ſpake of maidenhead,</l>
                     <l>
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He ſaid, thereof precept had he none:</l>
                     <l>Men may counſaile a woman to be one,</l>
                     <l>* But counſailing is no commaundement,</l>
                     <l>He put it wholly in our owne judgement.</l>
                     <l>For had God commaunded maidenhead,</l>
                     <l>Then had he damned wedding out of dread.</l>
                     <l>* And certes, if there were no ſeed yſow,</l>
                     <l>Virginity then whereof ſhould it grow?</l>
                     <l>Poule ne durſt not commaund at the leſt</l>
                     <l>A thing, of which his maſter yafe none heſt:</l>
                     <l>The dart is ſet vp for virginite,</l>
                     <l>Catch who ſo may, who runneth beſt let ſee.</l>
                     <l>But this word is not taken of euery wight,</l>
                     <l>But there as God liſt yeue it of his might.</l>
                     <l>I wot well that the Apoſtle was a maid,</l>
                     <l>But natheles, though that he wrote and ſaid</l>
                     <l>He would that euery wight were ſuch as he,</l>
                     <l>All nis but counſaile to virginite.</l>
                     <l>And for to ben a wife he yaue me leue,</l>
                     <l>Of indulgence, ſo nis it to repreue</l>
                     <l>To v<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ed me, if that my make die</l>
                     <l>Without exception of bigamie:</l>
                     <l>All were it good no woman for to touch,</l>
                     <l>He ment as in his bed or in his couch.</l>
                     <l>* For perill is, both fire and tow to aſſemble,</l>
                     <l>Ye know what this enſample may reſemble.</l>
                     <l>This is all and ſome, he held virginite</l>
                     <l>More perfit than wedding in freelte.</l>
                     <l>Freelte clepe I, but if that he and ſhe</l>
                     <l>Would lead her life all in chaſtite.</l>
                     <l>I graunt it well, I haue none enuie,</l>
                     <l>Though maidenhead preferre bigamie,</l>
                     <l>It liketh hem to be clean in body and ghoſt:</l>
                     <l>Of mine eſtate I woll make no boſt.</l>
                     <l>For wel ye know, a lord in his houſhold</l>
                     <l>Hath nat euery veſſell all of gold:</l>
                     <l>Some been of tre, and don her lord ſeruice</l>
                     <l>God clepeth folke to him in ſundry wiſe,</l>
                     <l>And euerich hath of God a proper gift,</l>
                     <l>Some this, ſome that, as him liketh ſhift.</l>
                     <l>Virginitie is great perfection,</l>
                     <l>And continence eke with deuocion:</l>
                     <l>But Chriſt, that of perfection is well,</l>
                     <l>Bad not euery wight he ſhould go ſell</l>
                     <l>All that he had, and giue it to the poore,</l>
                     <l>And in ſuch wiſe folow him and his lore:</l>
                     <l>He ſpake to hem that would liue parfectly,</l>
                     <l>And lordings (by your leaue) that am nat I,</l>
                     <l>I wol beſtow the floure of all mynage</l>
                     <l>In the acts and fruit of marriage.</l>
                     <l>Tell me alſo, to what concluſion</l>
                     <l>Were members made of generation?</l>
                     <l>And of ſo perfit wiſe a wight iwrought?</l>
                     <l>Truſteth well, they were nat made for nouȝt,</l>
                     <l>Gloſe who ſo woll, and ſay vp and down</l>
                     <l>That they were made for purgatioun</l>
                     <l>Of vrine, and other things ſmale,</l>
                     <l>And eke to know a female from a male,</l>
                     <l>And for none other cauſe, what ſay ye no?</l>
                     <l>The experience wot well it is not ſo:</l>
                     <l>So that the clerks be not with me wroth,</l>
                     <l>I ſay that they were maked for both,</l>
                     <l>This is to ſaien, for office, and for eaſe</l>
                     <l>Of engendrure, there we not God diſpleaſe.</l>
                     <l>Or why ſhould men els in her bookes ſet,</l>
                     <l>That man ſhould yeeld to his wife her det?</l>
                     <l>Now wherwith ſhould he pay his payment</l>
                     <l>If he ne vſed his ſely inſtrument?</l>
                     <l>Then were they made vpon a creature</l>
                     <l>To purge vrine, and eke for engendrure.</l>
                     <l>But I ſay not that euery wight is hold,</l>
                     <l>That hath ſuch harneſſe as I to you told,</l>
                     <l>To gon and vſen hem to engendrure,</l>
                     <l>Then ſhould men take of chaſtitie no cure.</l>
                     <l>Chriſt was a maide, and ſhapen as a man,</l>
                     <l>And many a ſaint, ſithen the world began,</l>
                     <l>Yet liued they euer in perfit charitie:</l>
                     <l>I nill enuy no virginitie.</l>
                     <l>Let hem with bread of pure wheat be fed,</l>
                     <l>And let vs wiues eat barley bread,</l>
                     <l>And yet with barley bread, Marke tell can,</l>
                     <l>Our lord Ieſu refreſhed many a man.</l>
                     <l>In ſuch a ſtate as God hath cleped vs,</l>
                     <l>I woll perſeuer, I nam not precious,</l>
                     <l>In wifehood woll I vſe mine inſtrument</l>
                     <l>As frely as my maker hath it ſent.</l>
                     <l>If I be dangerous, god giue me ſorow,</l>
                     <l>Mine husbond ſhal it haue both euin &amp; morow,</l>
                     <l>When that him liſt come forth &amp; pay his det,</l>
                     <l>An husbond wol I haue I wol not let,</l>
                     <l>Which ſhall be both my debtour &amp; my thrall,</l>
                     <l>And haue his tribulation withall</l>
                     <l>Vpon his fleſh, while that I am his wife.</l>
                     <l>I haue the power during all my life</l>
                     <l>Vpon his proper body, and nat he,</l>
                     <l>Right thus the Apoſtle told to me,</l>
                     <l>And bad our husbonds for to loue vs well,</l>
                     <l>All this ſentence me liketh euery dell.</l>
                     <l>Vp ſtert the Pardoner, and that anon,</l>
                     <l>Now dame qd. he, by God &amp; by ſaint Iohn,</l>
                     <l>Ye been a noble preacher in this caas:</l>
                     <l>I was about to wed a wife, alas</l>
                     <l>What, ſhould I bie it on my fleſh ſo deare?</l>
                     <l>Yet had I leuer wed no wife to yeare.</l>
                     <l>Abide qd. ſhe, my tale is not begon:</l>
                     <l>Nay, thou ſhalt drinke of another ton</l>
                     <l>Er that I go, ſhall ſauer worſe than ale,</l>
                     <l>And when that I haue told forth my tale</l>
                     <l>Of tribulation that is in marriage,</l>
                     <l>Of which I am expert in all mine age,</l>
                     <l>This is to ſay, my ſelfe hath been the whip,</l>
                     <l>Then maieſt thou cheſe wheder thou wolt ſip</l>
                     <l>Of thilke ton, that I ſhall ſet abroch:</l>
                     <l>Beware of it, er thou to nere aproch.</l>
                     <l>For I ſhall tell enſamples mo than ten:</l>
                     <l>* Who ſo woll not beware by other Men</l>
                     <l>By him ſhall other men corrected be:</l>
                     <l>Theſe ſame words writeth Dan Ptholome,</l>
                     <l>Read in his almageſt, and take it there.</l>
                     <l>Dame I woll pray you, if your will were,</l>
                     <l>Said this Pardoner, as ye began,</l>
                     <l>Tell forth your tale, ſpareth for no Man,</l>
                     <l>And teach vs young Men of your practike.</l>
                     <l>Gladly (qd. ſhe) if it may you like.</l>
                     <l>But that I pray to all this company,</l>
                     <l>If that I ſpeake after my fantaſy,</l>
                     <l>As taketh not a griefe of that I ſay,</l>
                     <l>For mine entent is not but to play.</l>
                     <l>Now ſirs, then ſhall I tell forth my tale:</l>
                     <l>As euer might I drinke wine or ale</l>
                     <l>I ſhall ſay ſooth. Tho husbonds that I had</l>
                     <l>Three of hem were good, and two were bad:</l>
                     <l>
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The three good men were rich and old,</l>
                     <l>Vnnethes might they the ſtature hold,</l>
                     <l>In which they were bounden vnto me.</l>
                     <l>Ye wot well what I meane of this parde:</l>
                     <l>As God me helpe, I laugh when I thinke,</l>
                     <l>How pitiouſly a night I made hem ſwinke,</l>
                     <l>But by my fay, I tolde of it no ſtore:</l>
                     <l>They had me yeue her lond and her treaſore,</l>
                     <l>Me neded no lenger to doe diligence</l>
                     <l>To win her loue, and do hem reuerence.</l>
                     <l>They loued me ſo well by God aboue,</l>
                     <l>That I ne tolde no deinte of her loue.</l>
                     <l>* A wiſe woman woll beſie her euer in one</l>
                     <l>To get her loue there as ſhe hath none.</l>
                     <l>But ſithen I had hem holly in mine hond,</l>
                     <l>And that they had giue me all her londe,</l>
                     <l>What, ſhould I take keep hem for to pleaſe,</l>
                     <l>But it were for my profit and mine eaſe?</l>
                     <l>I ſet hem ſo a worke by my fay,</l>
                     <l>That many a might they ſongen well away:</l>
                     <l>The bacon was not fet for hem I trow,</l>
                     <l>That ſome men haue in Eſſex at Donmow.</l>
                     <l>I gouerned hem ſo well after my law,</l>
                     <l>That ech of hem full blisfull was and faw</l>
                     <l>To bring me gay things home fro the fayre.</l>
                     <l>They were full fain when I ſpake hem faire:</l>
                     <l>For God it wot, I chid hem ſpitouſly.</l>
                     <l>Now herkeneth how I bere me properly.</l>
                     <l>Ye wiſe wiues that can vnderſtond,</l>
                     <l>Thus ſhul ye ſpeak, and bere hem on hond,</l>
                     <l>* For halfe ſo boldly there can no man</l>
                     <l>Swere and lie, as a woman can:</l>
                     <l>I ſay not this by wiues that been wiſe,</l>
                     <l>But if it be when they him miſſe auiſe.</l>
                     <l>* A wiſe wife ſhall if that ſhe can her good,</l>
                     <l>Bere hem in hond that the cow is wood,</l>
                     <l>And taken witneſſe of her owne maid</l>
                     <l>Of her aſſent: but herkeneth how I ſaid.</l>
                     <l>Sir old keynard, is this thine aray,</l>
                     <l>Why is my neighbours wife ſo gay?</l>
                     <l>She is honoured ouer all where ſhe goth,</l>
                     <l>I ſit at home, and haue no thriftie cloth.</l>
                     <l>What doſt thou ſirha at my neighbors houſe?</l>
                     <l>Is ſhe ſo faire? art thou ſo amorous?</l>
                     <l>What rowneſt thou with our maid? benedi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cite</l>
                     <l>Sir old lechour, let thy yapes be.</l>
                     <l>And if I haue a Goſſip or a friend</l>
                     <l>(Without gilt) thou chideſt as a fiend,</l>
                     <l>If that I walke or play vnto his houſe:</l>
                     <l>Thou comeſt home as drunken as Mouſe,</l>
                     <l>And preacheſt on thy bench with euill prefe:</l>
                     <l>Thou ſayeſt to me it is a great miſchiefe</l>
                     <l>To wed a poore woman, for coſtage:</l>
                     <l>And if that ſhe be rich of high parage,</l>
                     <l>Then ſaieſt thou, it is a very tourmentrie</l>
                     <l>To ſuffer her pride and her Melancholy.</l>
                     <l>And if that ſhe be faire, thou very knaue,</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaieſt that euery holour woll her haue.</l>
                     <l>She may no while in chaſtitie abide,</l>
                     <l>That is aſſailed on euery ſide.</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaiſt ſome folke deſiren vs for richeſſe,</l>
                     <l>Some for our ſhape, &amp; ſome for our fairneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſome, for ſhe can either ſing or dance,</l>
                     <l>And ſome for gentleneſſe or for daliance,</l>
                     <l>Some for her honds and her armes ſmale:</l>
                     <l>Thus goeth all to the deuill by thy tale.</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaiſt Men may not keep a caſtle wall,</l>
                     <l>It may ſo long aſſailed be ouer all.</l>
                     <l>And if that ſhe be foule, thou ſaieſt that ſhe</l>
                     <l>Coueteth euery Man that ſhe may ſee.</l>
                     <l>For as a Spaniell, ſhe woll on him lepe,</l>
                     <l>Til that ſhe find ſome man that wol her chepe:</l>
                     <l>* Ne none ſo gray Goſe goth there in the lake</l>
                     <l>(As ſaiſt thou) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> woll been without her make.</l>
                     <l>And ſaieſt, it is a hard thing for to welde</l>
                     <l>A wight, that no man woll his thonke helde.</l>
                     <l>Thus ſaiſt thou lorell, whan thou goeſt to bed,</l>
                     <l>That no wiſe Man needeth for to wed,</l>
                     <l>Ne no man that entendeth vnto heuin.</l>
                     <l>With wild thunder dent and fire leuin</l>
                     <l>Mote thy wicked necke be all to broke.</l>
                     <l>* Thou ſaiſt, dropping houſes, &amp; eke ſmoke,</l>
                     <l>And chiding wiues maken Men to flee</l>
                     <l>Out of her owne houſe, ah, Benedicite,</l>
                     <l>What aileth ſuch an old man for to chide?</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaieſt, we wiues woll our vices hide,</l>
                     <l>Till we be wedded, &amp; than we wol hem ſhew.</l>
                     <l>Well may this be a prouerbe of a ſhrew.</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaiſt, that oxen, horſes, aſſes, &amp; hounds,</l>
                     <l>They ben aſſaied at diuers ſtounds:</l>
                     <l>Baſins, lauers, or that Men hem bie,</l>
                     <l>Spones, ſtooles, and all ſuch husbondrie,</l>
                     <l>And ſo be pots, clothes, and araies,</l>
                     <l>But folke of wiues maken non aſſaies,</l>
                     <l>Till they been wedded, old dotard ſhrew,</l>
                     <l>And ſaieſt, how we woll than our vices ſhew.</l>
                     <l>Thou ſayeſt alſo, that it diſpleaſeth me,</l>
                     <l>But if that thou wilt praiſe my beaute,</l>
                     <l>And but thou pore alway on my face,</l>
                     <l>And clepe me faire dame in euery place:</l>
                     <l>And but thou maken a feaſt on that ilke day</l>
                     <l>That I was borne, &amp; make me freſh and gay:</l>
                     <l>And but thou doen to my norice honour,</l>
                     <l>And to my chamber within my bour:</l>
                     <l>And to my fathers folke, and his alies,</l>
                     <l>Thus ſaieſt thou old barell full of lies.</l>
                     <l>And againe of our prentiſe Ienkin,</l>
                     <l>For his criſpe heer, ſhining as gold fine,</l>
                     <l>And for he ſquireth me both vp and down,</l>
                     <l>Haſt thou caught a falſe ſuſpection:</l>
                     <l>I woll him nat, tho thou wer ded to morow.</l>
                     <l>But tell me this, why hideſt thou with ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row</l>
                     <l>The keies of thy cheſt away fro me?</l>
                     <l>It is my good as well as thine parde.</l>
                     <l>What, weneſt thou make an idiot of our dame</l>
                     <l>Now by that Lord that called is ſainct Iame</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhalt nat both althogh thou wer wood</l>
                     <l>Be maiſter of my body and of my good,</l>
                     <l>That one thou ſhalt forgon maugre thin iyen.</l>
                     <l>What helpeth it of me to enquere and ſpien?</l>
                     <l>I trow thou wouldeſt locke me in thy chiſt?</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhouldeſt ſay, Wife, go where thou liſt,</l>
                     <l>Take your diſport, I woll leue no tales,</l>
                     <l>I know you for a true wife dame Ales.</l>
                     <l>We loue no Man, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> taketh keep or charge</l>
                     <l>Where that we go, we woll be at our large.</l>
                     <l>Of all Men ibleſſed mote he be</l>
                     <l>The wiſe Aſtrologien Dan Ptholome,</l>
                     <l>That ſaieth this prouerbe in his almageſt,</l>
                     <l>* Of all Men his wiſedome is the beſt,</l>
                     <l>That recketh not who hath the world in hond.</l>
                     <l>By this prouerb thou ſhalt vnderſtond,</l>
                     <l>
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Haue thou inow, what need thee recke or care</l>
                     <l>How merely that other folke do fare.</l>
                     <l>For certes, old dotarde by your leue,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhallen haue queint inow at eue.</l>
                     <l>* He is too great a nigard that woll werne</l>
                     <l>A man to light a candle at his Lanterne:</l>
                     <l>He ſhall haue neuer the leſſe light parde.</l>
                     <l>Haue thou inow, thou darſt not plain thee:</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaieſt alſo, that if we make vs gaie</l>
                     <l>With clothes or with precious array,</l>
                     <l>That it is perill of our chaſtitie:</l>
                     <l>And yet with ſorow, thou muſt enforcen thee,</l>
                     <l>And ſay theſe words in the Apoſtles name:</l>
                     <l>In habite made with chaſtitie and ſhame</l>
                     <l>Yee women ſhould appareile you (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>And nat in treſſed heere, and gay peere</l>
                     <l>As perle, ne with gold, ne clothes rich.</l>
                     <l>After the text, ne after thy rubriche</l>
                     <l>I nill not worche as much as a Gnat.</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaieſt alſo, I was like a Cat:</l>
                     <l>* But who ſo would ſenge the Cats skin,</l>
                     <l>Than would the Cat dwellen in his Inne:</l>
                     <l>And if the Cats skin be ſticke and gay,</l>
                     <l>She nill nat dwell in houſe halfe a day,</l>
                     <l>But forth ſhe woll or any day be dawed</l>
                     <l>To ſhew her skin, and gon a catrewawed,</l>
                     <l>Thus thou ſaieſt, if I be gaie, ſir ſhrew,</l>
                     <l>I woll ren out, my borell for to ſhew.</l>
                     <l>Sir old foole what helpeth thee to ſpien?</l>
                     <l>Though thou play Argus with his C. eyen</l>
                     <l>To be my wardcors, as he can beſt,</l>
                     <l>In faith he ſhall not keepe me but my leſt:</l>
                     <l>* Yet couth I make his beard ſo mote I thee.</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaieſt eke y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> there been things three</l>
                     <l>The which greatly troublen all the earth,</l>
                     <l>And that no wight may endure the ferth:</l>
                     <l>O, lefe ſir ſhrew, Ieſu ſhort thy life.</l>
                     <l>Yet preacheſt thou, &amp; ſaieſt, an hateful wife</l>
                     <l>Rekened is for one of theſe miſchaunces:</l>
                     <l>Been there non other reſemblaunces</l>
                     <l>That ye may liken your parables to</l>
                     <l>But if a ſely wife be one of tho?</l>
                     <l>Thou likeneſt eke womans loue to hell,</l>
                     <l>To barren lond, there water may not dwell:</l>
                     <l>Thou likeneſt it alſo to wild fire,</l>
                     <l>The more it brenneth, the more it hath deſire</l>
                     <l>To conſume any thing, that brent would be.</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaieſt, right as wormes ſhenden a tre,</l>
                     <l>Right ſo a wife deſtroieth her husbond,</l>
                     <l>This known they that ben to wiues bond.</l>
                     <l>Lordings, right thus as ye haue vnderſtond</l>
                     <l>Bare I ſtiffely mine old husbond on hond,</l>
                     <l>That thus they ſaiden in her drunkenneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And all was falſe, but as I tooke witneſſe</l>
                     <l>Of Ienken, and of my neece alſo:</l>
                     <l>O Lord the paine I did hem, and the wo,</l>
                     <l>And that full giltles by Gods ſweet pine:</l>
                     <l>* For as an horſe, I couth both bite &amp; whine,</l>
                     <l>I couth plain, though I were in the gilt,</l>
                     <l>Or els oftentime I had been ſpilt.</l>
                     <l>* Who ſo firſt to Mill commeth, firſt grint,</l>
                     <l>I plained firſt, and ſo was our war iſtint:</l>
                     <l>They were full glad to excuſen hem bliue</l>
                     <l>Of thing, that they a gilt neuer in her life.</l>
                     <l>Of wenches would I beare hem on hond,</l>
                     <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> for ſick, vnneths might they ſtond,</l>
                     <l>Yet tickled I his heart for that he</l>
                     <l>Wend I had of him ſo great cheerte:</l>
                     <l>I ſwore that all my walking out by night,</l>
                     <l>Was for to eſpie wenches that he dight:</l>
                     <l>Vnder that colour had I much mirth,</l>
                     <l>For all ſuch wit is giuen vs in our birth,</l>
                     <l>* Diſceipt, weeping, ſpinning, God haue giue</l>
                     <l>To women, kindly while that they liue.</l>
                     <l>And thus of a thing I may auaunt mee,</l>
                     <l>At thende I had the beſt in each degree,</l>
                     <l>By ſleight or force, or by ſome manner thing,</l>
                     <l>As by continuall murmure or grudging.</l>
                     <l>Namely a bed had they muckle miſchance,</l>
                     <l>There would I chide, and don no pleaſance:</l>
                     <l>I would no lenger in the bed abide</l>
                     <l>(If I felt his arme ouer my ſide)</l>
                     <l>Till he had made his raunſom vnto me,</l>
                     <l>Then would I ſuffer him doe his nicete.</l>
                     <l>And therefore, euery man this tale I tell,</l>
                     <l>* Wiue who ſo may, all been for to ſell:</l>
                     <l>* With empty honds men may no hauks lure,</l>
                     <l>For winning would I all his luſt indure,</l>
                     <l>And make me then a fained appetite,</l>
                     <l>And yet in Bacon had I neuer delite:</l>
                     <l>That maked me euer y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I would hem chide.</l>
                     <l>For though the Pope had ſitten hem beſide,</l>
                     <l>I would not ſpare hem at her owne bord,</l>
                     <l>For by my truth I quit him word for word,</l>
                     <l>As helpe me very God omnipotent,</l>
                     <l>Tho I right now ſhould make my teſtament,</l>
                     <l>I ne owe hem a word, but it is quit,</l>
                     <l>I brought it ſo about by my wit,</l>
                     <l>That they muſt giue it vp, as for the beſt,</l>
                     <l>Or els had we neuer been in reſt.</l>
                     <l>For though he looked as wood as a Lyon,</l>
                     <l>Yet ſhould he faile of his concluſion.</l>
                     <l>Then would I ſay (good lefe) take keep,</l>
                     <l>How meekly looketh wilken our ſheep:</l>
                     <l>Com neer my ſpouſe, &amp; let me kiſſe your cheek.</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhould be all patient and meek,</l>
                     <l>And haue a ſweet ſpiced conſcience,</l>
                     <l>Sith ye ſo preach of Iobs patience,</l>
                     <l>Suffreth alway ſith ye ſo well can preach,</l>
                     <l>And but if ye do, we ſhall you teach,</l>
                     <l>That it is faire to haue a wife in pees,</l>
                     <l>One of vs two mote obeien doubtles:</l>
                     <l>* And ſith a man is more reaſonable</l>
                     <l>Than a woman is, ye muſt been ſufferable.</l>
                     <l>What aileth you to grutch thus and grone?</l>
                     <l>Is it for ye would haue my queint alone?</l>
                     <l>Why take it all: lo, haue it euery del,</l>
                     <l>Peter I ſhrew you but ye loue it wel.</l>
                     <l>For if I would ſell my belchoſe,</l>
                     <l>I couth walke as freſh as any roſe,</l>
                     <l>But I woll keep it for your owne tooth:</l>
                     <l>Ye be to blame by God, I ſay you ſooth.</l>
                     <l>Such maner words had we often on hond.</l>
                     <l>And now will I ſpeake of my fourth husbond.</l>
                     <l>My fourth husbond was a reuellour,</l>
                     <l>This is to ſay, he had a Paramour,</l>
                     <l>And I was yong and full of ragarie,</l>
                     <l>Stubburne and ſtrong, and ioly as a Pie,</l>
                     <l>Well coud I daunce, to an Harpe ſmale,</l>
                     <l>And ſing iwis as a Nightingale,</l>
                     <l>When I had drunken a draught of ſweet wine.</l>
                     <l>Mettellus, the foul churle and the ſwine,</l>
                     <l>
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That with a ſtaffe bireft his wife her life</l>
                     <l>For ſhe drunk wine: though I had be his wife,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſhould he not haue daunted me fro drinke:</l>
                     <l>And after wine, of Venus muſt I thinke.</l>
                     <l>* For all ſo ſeker, as cold engendreth haile,</l>
                     <l>A licorus mouth muſt hane a lecherous taile.</l>
                     <l>* In women vinolent is no defence,</l>
                     <l>This know lechours by experience.</l>
                     <l>But lord Chriſt, when it remembreth me</l>
                     <l>Vpon my youth, and my iolite,</l>
                     <l>It tickleth me about the hart root,</l>
                     <l>Vnto this day it doth my hart boot,</l>
                     <l>That I haue had my world as in my time:</l>
                     <l>But age alas, that all woll enuenime</l>
                     <l>Hath me bireft my beauty and my pith:</l>
                     <l>Let go, farewell, the deuill goe therewith.</l>
                     <l>* The flower is gon, there nis no more to tell,</l>
                     <l>The bran (as I beſt can) now mote I ſell.</l>
                     <l>But yet to be right mery woll I fond,</l>
                     <l>Now forth to tell of my fourth husbond.</l>
                     <l>I ſay I had in hert great diſpite,</l>
                     <l>That he of any other had delite:</l>
                     <l>But he was quit by God and ſaint Ioce,</l>
                     <l>* I made him of the ſame wood a troce,</l>
                     <l>Not of my body in no foule manere,</l>
                     <l>But certainly, I made folke ſuch chere,</l>
                     <l>* That in his owne greace I made him frie</l>
                     <l>For anger, and for very jelouſie.</l>
                     <l>By God, in earth I was his purgatorie,</l>
                     <l>For which I hope his ſoule bene in glorie.</l>
                     <l>For God it wote, he ſate full oft and ſong,</l>
                     <l>When that his ſhooe full bitterly him wrong.</l>
                     <l>There was none, ſaue God and he, that wiſt</l>
                     <l>In many wiſe, how ſore that I him twiſt,</l>
                     <l>He died when I came fro Hieruſalem,</l>
                     <l>And lyeth in graue vnder the Rode beem.</l>
                     <l>All nis not his tombe ſo curious</l>
                     <l>As was the ſepulture of Darius,</l>
                     <l>Which that Appelles wrought ſo ſubtilly:</l>
                     <l>It is but waſt to bury him preciouſly.</l>
                     <l>Let him farewel, God giue his ſoul good reſt,</l>
                     <l>He is now in his graue and in his cheſt.</l>
                     <l>Now of my fifth husbond woll I tell,</l>
                     <l>God let neuer his ſoule come in hell.</l>
                     <l>And yet was he to me the moſt ſhrew,</l>
                     <l>That feele I on my ribbes all by rew,</l>
                     <l>And euer ſhall, vnto mine ending day.</l>
                     <l>But in our bed he was ſo freſh and gay,</l>
                     <l>And therewithall, he couth ſo well me gloſe,</l>
                     <l>When that he would haue my belly choſe,</l>
                     <l>That though he had me beat on euery bone,</l>
                     <l>He couth win ayen my loue anone.</l>
                     <l>I trow I loued him the bet, for that he</l>
                     <l>Was of his loue ſo dangerous to me.</l>
                     <l>We women haue, if that I ſhall not lie</l>
                     <l>In this mattere a queint fantaſie.</l>
                     <l>* Waite to thing we may nat lightly haue,</l>
                     <l>Thereafter woll we all day cry craue.</l>
                     <l>Forbid vs thing, and that deſiren we:</l>
                     <l>Preſe on vs faſt, and then woll we flee.</l>
                     <l>With danger vttren we all our chaffare,</l>
                     <l>* Great prees at market maketh deere ware.</l>
                     <l>And to great cheap is hold at to little priſe,</l>
                     <l>This knoweth euery woman that is wiſe.</l>
                     <l>My fifth husbonde, God his ſoule bleſſe,</l>
                     <l>Which I tooke for loue and no richeſſe,</l>
                     <l>He ſometime was a clerke in Oxenford,</l>
                     <l>And had left ſchole, &amp; went at home to borde</l>
                     <l>With my Goſſip dwelling in our town:</l>
                     <l>God haue her ſoule, her name was Aliſoun.</l>
                     <l>She knew my heart and eke my priuite,</l>
                     <l>Bet than our pariſh prieſt ſo mote I thee,</l>
                     <l>To her bewrayed I my counſell all,</l>
                     <l>For had my husbond piſt againe the wall,</l>
                     <l>Or done a thing that ſhould haue coſt his life,</l>
                     <l>To her, and to another worthy wife,</l>
                     <l>And to my nece, which that I loued well.</l>
                     <l>I would haue told his counſell euery dell,</l>
                     <l>And ſo I did full often God it wote</l>
                     <l>That made his face full oft red and hote</l>
                     <l>For very ſhame, and blamed himſelfe, for he</l>
                     <l>Had told to me ſo great a priuite.</l>
                     <l>And ſo befell that ones in a Lent</l>
                     <l>So oft time I to my Goſſip went.</l>
                     <l>For euer yet I loued to goe gaie,</l>
                     <l>And for to walke in March, April, and Maie</l>
                     <l>Fro houſe to houſe, to hearken ſundry tales,</l>
                     <l>That Ienkin clerk, &amp; my Goſſip dame Ales,</l>
                     <l>And I my ſelfe, into the fields went:</l>
                     <l>My husbond was at London all that Lent,</l>
                     <l>I had the better leaſure for to pleie,</l>
                     <l>And for to ſee, and eke for to be ſeie</l>
                     <l>Of luſtie folke, what wiſt I where my grace</l>
                     <l>Was ſhapen for to been, or in what place?</l>
                     <l>Therefore made I my viſitations</l>
                     <l>To Villages, and to proceſſions,</l>
                     <l>To preachings eke, and to pilgrimages,</l>
                     <l>To playes of miracles, and to marriages,</l>
                     <l>And weared on my gaie skarlet gites:</l>
                     <l>Theſe worms, theſe moughts, ne theſe mites</l>
                     <l>Vpon my parell fret hem neuer a dell,</l>
                     <l>And woſt thou why? for they were vſed well.</l>
                     <l>Now woll I tell foorth what happed me:</l>
                     <l>I ſay, that in the fields walked we,</l>
                     <l>Till truely we had ſuch daliance</l>
                     <l>This clerke and I, that of my purueyance</l>
                     <l>I ſpeake to him, and ſaid how that he,</l>
                     <l>If I were widow, ſhould wedden me.</l>
                     <l>For certainely, I ſay for no boaſtance,</l>
                     <l>Yet was I neuer without purueyance</l>
                     <l>Of marriage, ne of other things eke:</l>
                     <l>I hold a Mouſes wit not worth a Leke.</l>
                     <l>That hath but one hole to ſterten to,</l>
                     <l>And if that faile, then is all idoe.</l>
                     <l>I bare him on hand he had enchanted me:</l>
                     <l>My Dame taught me forſoth that ſubtiltie,</l>
                     <l>And eke I ſaied, I met of him all night,</l>
                     <l>He would a ſlaine me, as I lay vpright,</l>
                     <l>And all my bed was full of very blood,</l>
                     <l>But yet I hope truely he ſhould doe me good:</l>
                     <l>For blood betokeneth gold, as I was taught.</l>
                     <l>And al was falſ, I dremed of hem right nauȝt;</l>
                     <l>But as I followed aye my Dames lore,</l>
                     <l>As well of that as of other things more.</l>
                     <l>But now ſir let me ſee, what ſhall I ſain:</l>
                     <l>A ha, by God I haue my tale againe.</l>
                     <l>When that my fourth husband was on here,</l>
                     <l>I wept algate and made heauy chere,</l>
                     <l>As wiues moten, for it is vſage:</l>
                     <l>And with my kerchefe couered my viſage.</l>
                     <l>But for that I was purueyed of a make,</l>
                     <l>I wept but ſmall, and that I vndertake.</l>
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To church was my husbond born on morow</l>
                     <l>With neighbours y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> for him maiden ſorow,</l>
                     <l>And Ienken our clerke was one of tho:</l>
                     <l>As helpe me God, when that I ſaw him go</l>
                     <l>After the bere, me thought he had a paire</l>
                     <l>Of legs and of feet, ſo cleane and ſo faire,</l>
                     <l>That all my heart I yaue vnto his hold,</l>
                     <l>He was I trow twentie Winter old,</l>
                     <l>And I was fortie, if I ſhall ſay footh,</l>
                     <l>But yet I had alway a Colts tooth:</l>
                     <l>Gaptothed I was, and that became me wele,</l>
                     <l>I had the print of dame Venus ſeale.</l>
                     <l>As helpe me God, I was a luſtie one,</l>
                     <l>And faire, rich, and yong, and well bigone:</l>
                     <l>And truly, as mine husbond told me</l>
                     <l>I had the beſt queint that might be.</l>
                     <l>For certes I am all fully Venerian</l>
                     <l>In feeling, and my heart is Marcian:</l>
                     <l>Venus me yaue my luſt and my licorouſneſſe</l>
                     <l>And Mars yaue me my ſturdie hardineſſe.</l>
                     <l>Mine aſcendent was Taure, &amp; Mars therin:</l>
                     <l>Alas, alas, that euer loue was ſin.</l>
                     <l>I followed aye mine inclination</l>
                     <l>By vertue of my conſtellation:</l>
                     <l>That made me I couth neuer withdraw</l>
                     <l>My chamber of Venus from a good fellaw.</l>
                     <l>Yet haue I Martes marke vpon my face,</l>
                     <l>And alſo in another priuie place.</l>
                     <l>For God ſo wiſely be my ſaluation,</l>
                     <l>I loued neuer by no diſcretion,</l>
                     <l>But euer followed mine appetite,</l>
                     <l>All were he ſhort, long, blacke, or white,</l>
                     <l>I tooke no keepe, ſo that he liked mee,</l>
                     <l>How poore he was, ne eke of what degree.</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I ſay? but at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> months end</l>
                     <l>This jolly clerke Ienken, that was ſo hend,</l>
                     <l>Hath wedded me with great ſolemnitee,</l>
                     <l>And to him yaue I all the lond and fee,</l>
                     <l>That euer was yeuen me here before:</l>
                     <l>But afterward repented me full ſore,</l>
                     <l>He nold ſuffer nothing of my liſt.</l>
                     <l>By God he ſmote me once with his fiſt,</l>
                     <l>For that I rent out of his booke a lefe</l>
                     <l>That of that ſtroke my eares wex defe.</l>
                     <l>Stubborne I was, as is a Lioneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And of my tongue a very ianglereſſe.</l>
                     <l>And walke I would, as I had doen beforn</l>
                     <l>Fro hous to hous, although he had it ſworn:</l>
                     <l>For which full oftentime would he preach,</l>
                     <l>And me of old Romane ieſts teach.</l>
                     <l>How he Sulpitius Gallus left his wife,</l>
                     <l>And her forſooke for tearme of his life,</l>
                     <l>Not but for open hede he her ſeie</l>
                     <l>Looking out at his dore on a daie.</l>
                     <l>Another Romane told he me by name,</l>
                     <l>That for his wife was at a Summer game</l>
                     <l>Without his weting, he forſooke her eke.</l>
                     <l>And then would he vpon his Bible ſeke</l>
                     <l>That ilke prouerbe of Eccleſiaſt,</l>
                     <l>Where he commaundeth, &amp; forbiddeth faſt,</l>
                     <l>A man ſhall not ſuffer his wife roile about.</l>
                     <l>Then would he ſay right thus out of dout:</l>
                     <l>* Who ſo buildeth his houſe all of ſallowes,</l>
                     <l>And pricketh his blind hors ouer the fallowes</l>
                     <l>And ſuffereth his wife for to ſeche hallowes,</l>
                     <l>Is worthy to be honged on the gallowes.</l>
                     <l>But all for nought, I ſet not an haw</l>
                     <l>Of his prouerbes, ne of his old ſaw:</l>
                     <l>Ne I would not of him corrected be,</l>
                     <l>I hate him that my vices telleth me,</l>
                     <l>And ſo doe mo (God it wote) than I.</l>
                     <l>This made him wood with me all vtterly,</l>
                     <l>I nold not forbeare him in no caas.</l>
                     <l>Now woll I ſay you ſooth by S. Thomas,</l>
                     <l>Why that I rent out of his booke a lefe,</l>
                     <l>For which he ſmote me, that I was defe.</l>
                     <l>He had a booke, that gladly night and day</l>
                     <l>For his diſport, he would read alway:</l>
                     <l>He cleped it Valerie, and Theophraſt,</l>
                     <l>At which booke he lough alway full faſt.</l>
                     <l>And eke there was a clerk ſomtime at Rome,</l>
                     <l>A Cardinall, that hight ſaint Ierome,</l>
                     <l>That made a booke ayenſt Iouinian,</l>
                     <l>In which booke there was eke Tertullian,</l>
                     <l>Criſippus, Trotula, and Helowis,</l>
                     <l>That was Abbeſſe not ferre fro Paris:</l>
                     <l>And eke the parables of Salomon,</l>
                     <l>Ouids art, and bookes many one,</l>
                     <l>And all theſe were bounden in one volume,</l>
                     <l>And euery night and day was his cuſtome</l>
                     <l>(When he had leiſure and vacatioun</l>
                     <l>From other worldly occupatioun)</l>
                     <l>To readen in this booke of wicked wiues:</l>
                     <l>He knew of hem mo legends and liues,</l>
                     <l>Than been of good women in the Bible.</l>
                     <l>For truſteth well, it is an impoſſible,</l>
                     <l>That any clerke would ſpeak good of wiues,</l>
                     <l>But if it been of holy ſaints liues,</l>
                     <l>Ne of none other woman nere the mo</l>
                     <l>* Who painteth the Lion, tell me who?</l>
                     <l>By God, if women had written ſtories,</l>
                     <l>As clerkes han, within her oratories,</l>
                     <l>They wold haue writ of men more wickedneſs</l>
                     <l>Than all the marke of Adam may redreſſe.</l>
                     <l>The children of Mercurie and Venus</l>
                     <l>Been in her working full contrarious.</l>
                     <l>Mercurie loueth wisdome and ſcience,</l>
                     <l>And Venus loueth riot and diſpence.</l>
                     <l>And for her diuers diſpoſition,</l>
                     <l>Ech falleth in others exaltation.</l>
                     <l>And thus God wote, Mercurie is deſolate</l>
                     <l>In Piſces, where Venus is exaltate,</l>
                     <l>And Venus falleth where Mercurie is reiſed,</l>
                     <l>Therefore no woman of no clerke is preiſed.</l>
                     <l>* The clerke when he is old, &amp; may nought do</l>
                     <l>Of Venus werkes, not worth his old ſho,</l>
                     <l>Then ſit he downe, and writ in his dotage,</l>
                     <l>That women cannot keepe her marriage.</l>
                     <l>But now to purpoſe, why I told thee,</l>
                     <l>That I was beaten for a booke parde.</l>
                     <l>Vpon a night Ienken, that was our ſire,</l>
                     <l>Red vpon his booke, as he ſate by the fire,</l>
                     <l>Of Eue firſt, that for her wickedneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Was all mankind brought to wretchedneſſe:</l>
                     <l>For which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Ieſu Chriſt himſelfe was ſlaine,</l>
                     <l>That bought vs with his hart blood againe.</l>
                     <l>Lo here expreſſe of women may ye find,</l>
                     <l>That woman was the loſſe of all mankind.</l>
                     <l>Tho rad he me how Sampſon loſt his heres</l>
                     <l>Sleping, his lemman cut hem with her ſheres</l>
                     <l>Through which treaſon loſt he both his eyen,</l>
                     <l>Tho rad he me, if that I ſhall not lien,</l>
                     <l>
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Of Hercules, and of his Deianire,</l>
                     <l>That cauſed him to ſet himſelfe a fire.</l>
                     <l>Nothing forgot he the care and the wo</l>
                     <l>That Socrates had with his wiues two:</l>
                     <l>How that Xantippe caſt piſſe on his head,</l>
                     <l>This ſilly man ſat ſtill, as he were dead,</l>
                     <l>He wiped his head no more durſt he ſaine,</l>
                     <l>But er the thunder ſtint there cometh raine.</l>
                     <l>Of Paſiphae, that was queene of Crete,</l>
                     <l>For ſhreudneſſe him thought y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> tale was ſwete.</l>
                     <l>Fie, ſpeake no more, it is a griſely thing,</l>
                     <l>Of her horrible luſt and her liking.</l>
                     <l>Of Clitemneſtra for her letcherie,</l>
                     <l>That falſely made her husbond for to die,</l>
                     <l>He rad it with well good deuotion.</l>
                     <l>He told me eke, for what occaſion</l>
                     <l>Amphiaraus at Thebes loſt his life:</l>
                     <l>My husbond had a legend of his life.</l>
                     <l>Eriphilem, that for an ouche of gold</l>
                     <l>Hath priuily vnto the Greekes told,</l>
                     <l>Where that her husbond hid him in a place,</l>
                     <l>For which he had at Thebes ſorry grace.</l>
                     <l>Of Lima told he me, and of Lucie:</l>
                     <l>They both made her husbonds for to die,</l>
                     <l>That one for loue, that other was for hate:</l>
                     <l>Lima her husbond on an euin late</l>
                     <l>Empoyſoned had, for that ſhe was his fo:</l>
                     <l>Lucia Iſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>erous loued her husbond ſo,</l>
                     <l>That for he ſhould alway vpon her thinke,</l>
                     <l>She gaue him ſuch a loue manner drinke,</l>
                     <l>That he were dead ere it were morrow:</l>
                     <l>And thus algates husbonds han ſorrow.</l>
                     <l>Then told he me, how one Latumeus</l>
                     <l>Complained to his fellow Arius,</l>
                     <l>That in his garden growed ſuch a tree,</l>
                     <l>On which (he ſaid) that his wiues three</l>
                     <l>Honged hemſelfe for harts diſpitous:</l>
                     <l>O lefe brother (qd. this Arius)</l>
                     <l>Yeue me a plant of this blisful tree,</l>
                     <l>And in my garden planted ſhall it bee.</l>
                     <l>Of latter date of wiues hath he red,</l>
                     <l>That ſome han ſlain her husbands in bed,</l>
                     <l>And let her letchour dight hem all the night,</l>
                     <l>Whiles that the corſe lay in floore vpright.</l>
                     <l>And ſome had driuen nailes in her brain,</l>
                     <l>Whiles they ſleep, &amp; thus they haue hem ſlain.</l>
                     <l>Some haue yeue hem poyſon in her drink:</l>
                     <l>He ſpake more harm than any hart may think,</l>
                     <l>And therwithall he knew mo prouerbes,</l>
                     <l>Than in this world there groweth graſſe or herbes.</l>
                     <l>* Bet is (qd. he) thine habitation</l>
                     <l>Be with a Lion, or a foule Dragon,</l>
                     <l>Than with a woman vſing for to chide.</l>
                     <l>* Bet is (qd. he) high in the roofe to abide,</l>
                     <l>Than with an angry wife doun in an hous,</l>
                     <l>They ben ſo wicked and ſo contrarious:</l>
                     <l>They haten, that their husbonds louen aie.</l>
                     <l>* He ſaied, a woman caſt her ſhame awaie,</l>
                     <l>When ſhe caſt off her ſmock: and farther mo,</l>
                     <l>A faire woman, but ſhe be chaſt alſo,</l>
                     <l>Is like a gold ring on a Sowes noſe.</l>
                     <l>Who coud wen<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>, or who coud ſuppoſe</l>
                     <l>The wo that in miue hart was and pine.</l>
                     <l>And when I ſaw he would neuer fine</l>
                     <l>To reden on this curſed booke all night,</l>
                     <l>All ſuddainly three leaues haue I plight</l>
                     <l>Out of his booke, right as he radde, and eke</l>
                     <l>I with my fiſt ſo tooke him on the cheke,</l>
                     <l>That in the fire he fell backward adoun:</l>
                     <l>And vp he ſtert, as doth a wood Lioun,</l>
                     <l>And with his fiſt he ſmote me on mine head,</l>
                     <l>That in the floore I lay as I were dead.</l>
                     <l>And when he ſeie how ſtill that I lay,</l>
                     <l>He was agaſt, and would haue fled away,</l>
                     <l>Till at the laſt out of my ſwoun I braied:</l>
                     <l>Oh, haſt thou ſlaine me falſe theefe I ſaied,</l>
                     <l>For my lond thus haſt thou murdred mee?</l>
                     <l>Et I be dead, yet woll I once kiſſe thee,</l>
                     <l>And neere he came, and kneeled faire adoun,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied: deere ſuſter, ſweet Aliſoun,</l>
                     <l>As helpe me God I ſhall thee neuer ſmite:</l>
                     <l>That I haue doen it is thy ſelfe to wite,</l>
                     <l>Foryeue it me, and that I thee beſeke.</l>
                     <l>And yet eftſoones I hit him on the cheke,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied: theefe, thus much am I bewreke,</l>
                     <l>Now woll I die, I may no longer ſpeke.</l>
                     <l>But at the laſt, with mokell care and wo</l>
                     <l>We fell accorded within out ſelues two:</l>
                     <l>He yafe me all the bridle in mine hond</l>
                     <l>To haue the gouernaunce of hous and lond,</l>
                     <l>And of his tongue, and of his hond alſo,</l>
                     <l>And I made hem bren his booke anon tho.</l>
                     <l>And when I had gotten vnto me</l>
                     <l>By maiſtrie, all the ſoueraignte,</l>
                     <l>And that he ſaied: mine owne true wife,</l>
                     <l>Do as thou liſt, the tear me of all thy life,</l>
                     <l>Keepe thine honour, and eke mine eſtate,</l>
                     <l>After that day we had neuer debate.</l>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo, I was to him as kinde,</l>
                     <l>As any wife fro Denmarke vnto Inde,</l>
                     <l>And alſo true, and ſo was he to me.</l>
                     <l>I pray to God that ſit in Majeſtie</l>
                     <l>So bliſſe his ſoule, for his mercy deare,</l>
                     <l>Now woll I ſay my tale if ye woll heare.</l>
                     <l>The Frere lough when he had heard all this:</l>
                     <l>Now dame (qd. he) ſo haue I joy or blis,</l>
                     <l>This is a long preamble of a tale.</l>
                     <l>And when the Sompner herd the frere gale,</l>
                     <l>Lo (qd. this Sompner) by Gods armes two,</l>
                     <l>A Frere woll entermete him euermo:</l>
                     <l>* Lo good men, a Flie and eke a Frere</l>
                     <l>Woll fall in euery diſh and eke matere.</l>
                     <l>What ſpeakeſt thou of preambulatioun?</l>
                     <l>What amble or trot? either peace or ſit adoun:</l>
                     <l>Thou letteſt our diſport in this mattere.</l>
                     <l>Ye wolt thou ſo ſit Sompner (qd. y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Frere)</l>
                     <l>Now by my fay I ſhall, ere that I go,</l>
                     <l>Tell of a Sompner ſuch a tale or two,</l>
                     <l>That all the folke ſhull laugh in this place.</l>
                     <l>Now do, els Frere I beſhrew thy face</l>
                     <l>(Qd. this Sompner) and I beſhrew mee,</l>
                     <l>But if I tell tales two or three</l>
                     <l>Of Freres, ere I come to Sitting burne,</l>
                     <l>That I ſhall make thine hart for to murne:</l>
                     <l>For well I wot thy patience is gone.</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt cried peace, and that anone,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied: let the woman tell her tale,</l>
                     <l>Ye faren as folke that dronken been of ale:</l>
                     <l>So dame, tell forth your tale, and that is beſt.</l>
                     <l>All ready ſir (qd. ſhe) right as you leſt,</l>
                     <l>If I haue licence of this worthy Frere.</l>
                     <l>Yes dame, tell forth your tale, I woll it here.</l>
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                        <argument>
                           <p>A Batcheler of King Arthurs Court is enjoined by the Queen to tell what thing it is that Wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
moſt deſire. At length he is taught it by an old Woman, who for that cauſe is enfor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ced
to marry her.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <head>¶The wife of Bathes Tale.</head>
                        <l>IN the old dayes of King Artour,</l>
                        <l>(Of which the Bretons ſpeaken great
honour)</l>
                        <l>All was this lond fulfilled of Fairie,</l>
                        <l>The Elfe queene, with hir iolly companie</l>
                        <l>Daunced full oft in many a greene mead:</l>
                        <l>This was the old opinion as I read.</l>
                        <l>I ſpeake of many an hundred yeare ago,</l>
                        <l>But now can no man ſee none elfes mo,</l>
                        <l>For now the great charity and prayeres</l>
                        <l>Of limitours and other holy Freres,</l>
                        <l>That fearchen euery land and euery ſtreame,</l>
                        <l>As thicke as motes in the Sunne beame,</l>
                        <l>Bliſſing hals, chambers, kitchens, &amp; boures,</l>
                        <l>Cities, boroughes, caſtles, and hie toures,</l>
                        <l>Thropes, Bernes, Shepens, and Dairies,</l>
                        <l>This maketh that there been no Fairies:</l>
                        <l>* For there as wont to walke was an Elfe,</l>
                        <l>There walketh now the limitour himſelfe</l>
                        <l>In vndermeles, and in mornings,</l>
                        <l>And ſaieth his Mattins and his holy things</l>
                        <l>As he goeth in his limitatioun:</l>
                        <l>Women may go ſafely vp and doun</l>
                        <l>An euery buſh, and vnder euery tree,</l>
                        <l>There nis none other incubus but hee,</l>
                        <l>And he ne will doen hem no diſhonour.</l>
                        <l>And ſo fell it, that this king Artour</l>
                        <l>Had in his houſe a luſtie batcheler,</l>
                        <l>That on a day came riding fro the riuer:</l>
                        <l>And happed, that alone as he was borne,</l>
                        <l>He ſaw a maid walking him beforne,</l>
                        <l>Of which maid anon, maugre her head,</l>
                        <l>(By very force) he beraft her maidenhead:</l>
                        <l>For which oppreſſion was ſuch clamour,</l>
                        <l>And ſuch purſute vnto king Artour,</l>
                        <l>That damned was this knight to be dead</l>
                        <l>By courſe of law, &amp; ſhould haue loſt his head.</l>
                        <l>Perauenture ſuch was the ſtatute tho:</l>
                        <l>But that the Queene and other ladies mo</l>
                        <l>Sa long praiden the king of his grace,</l>
                        <l>Till he his life graunted in that place,</l>
                        <l>And yaue him to the queene, all at her will</l>
                        <l>To cheſe where y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe would him ſaue or ſpill.</l>
                        <l>The queen thanketh y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> king with al hir might</l>
                        <l>And after this, thus ſpake ſhe to the knight,</l>
                        <l>When ſhe ſey her time on a certaine day.</l>
                        <l>Thou ſtandeth yet (qd. ſhe) in ſuch array,</l>
                        <l>That of thy life yet haſt thou no ſurete:</l>
                        <l>A graunt thee thy life, if thou canſt tell me</l>
                        <l>What thing is it that women moſt deſiren:</l>
                        <l>Beware, and keepe thy necke bone from yren.</l>
                        <l>And if thou canſt not tell it me anon,</l>
                        <l>Yet woll I yeue thee leaue for to gon</l>
                        <l>A tweluemonth and a day, to ſeeke and lere</l>
                        <l>An anſwere ſufficient in this matere.</l>
                        <l>And ſuertie woll I haue, ere that thou paſſe,</l>
                        <l>Thy body for to yelde in this place.</l>
                        <l>Wo was the knight, and ſorrowfully liketh:</l>
                        <l>But what? he may not done all as him liketh.</l>
                        <l>And at laſt he cheſe him for to wend,</l>
                        <l>And come ayen right at the yeares end</l>
                        <l>With ſuch anſwer, as God wold him puruay:</l>
                        <l>And taketh his leue, &amp; wendeth forth his way.</l>
                        <l>He ſeeketh euery houſe and euery place,</l>
                        <l>Where as he hopeth for to find grace,</l>
                        <l>To learne what thing women louen moſt:</l>
                        <l>But he ne couth arriuen in no cooſt,</l>
                        <l>Where as he might find in this matere</l>
                        <l>Two creatures according yfere.</l>
                        <l>Some ſaid, women loued beſt richeſſe,</l>
                        <l>Some ſaid honour, ſome ſaid jollineſſe,</l>
                        <l>Some ſaid rich array, ſome ſaid luſt a bed,</l>
                        <l>And oft time to been widdow and wed.</l>
                        <l>Some ſaid, that our heart is moſt yeaſed</l>
                        <l>When that we been flatered and ypraiſed.</l>
                        <l>He goeth full me the ſooth, I woll not lie,</l>
                        <l>* A man ſhall win vs beſt with flatterie,</l>
                        <l>And with attendaunce, and with buſineſſe</l>
                        <l>Ben wee ylimed both more and leſſe.</l>
                        <l>And ſome men ſain, how that we louen beſt</l>
                        <l>For to been free, and do right as vs leſt:</l>
                        <l>And that no man repreue vs of our vice,</l>
                        <l>But ſay that we be wiſe, and nothing nice.</l>
                        <l>For truly there nis none of vs all,</l>
                        <l>If any wight woll claw vs on the gall,</l>
                        <l>That we nill like, for that he ſaith vs footh:</l>
                        <l>Aſſay, and he ſhall find it, that ſo dooth.</l>
                        <l>* For be we neuer ſo vicious within,</l>
                        <l>We woll be holden wiſe and cleane of ſin.</l>
                        <l>And ſome men ſain, that great delite haue we</l>
                        <l>For to been hold ſtable and eke ſecre,</l>
                        <l>And in o purpoſe ſtedfaſtly to dwell,</l>
                        <l>And not bewray thing that men vs tell.</l>
                        <l>But that tale is not worth a rake ſtele,</l>
                        <l>* Parde we women can nothing hele,</l>
                        <l>Witneſſe of Midas, woll ye here the tale?</l>
                        <l>Ouid, among other things ſmale</l>
                        <l>Said, Midas had vnder his long haires</l>
                        <l>Growing on his head two aſſes eares:</l>
                        <l>The which vice he hid, as he beſt might,</l>
                        <l>Full ſubtilly from euery mans ſight:</l>
                        <l>That ſaue his wife, there wiſt of it no mo,</l>
                        <l>He loued her moſt, and truſted her alſo,</l>
                        <l>He praied her, that to no creature</l>
                        <l>She nold tellen of his disfigure.</l>
                        <l>She ſwore him, not for all the world to win,</l>
                        <l>She nold do that villany, ne that ſin,</l>
                        <l>To maken her huſbond haue ſo foule a name:</l>
                        <l>She nold not tell it for her owne ſhame.</l>
                        <l>But natheles, her thought that ſhe dide,</l>
                        <l>That ſhe ſo long ſhould a counſaile hide,</l>
                        <l>Her thought it ſwoll ſo ſore about her hert,</l>
                        <l>That needely ſome word ſhe muſt aſtert:</l>
                        <l>And ſith ſhe durſt tellen it to no man,</l>
                        <l>Doun to a marris faſt by ſhe ran,</l>
                        <l>Till ſhe came there, her hert was on a fire:</l>
                        <l>And as a bittour bumbeth in the mite,</l>
                        <l>She laid her mouth vnto the water adoun.</l>
                        <l>Bewray me not thou water with thy ſoun</l>
                        <l>
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Qd. ſhe, to thee I tell it, and to no mo,</l>
                        <l>Mine husbond hath long Aſſes eares two.</l>
                        <l>Now is mine heart all hole, now it is out,</l>
                        <l>I might no lenger keepe it out of dout.</l>
                        <l>* Here mow ye ſee, though we a time abide,</l>
                        <l>Yet out it mote, we can no counſaile hide.</l>
                        <l>The remnaunt of the tale, if ye will here,</l>
                        <l>Readeth Ouid, and there ye may it lere.</l>
                        <l>This knight, of which my tale is ſpecially,</l>
                        <l>When that he ſaw he might not come therby,</l>
                        <l>This is to ſay, what women louen moſt:</l>
                        <l>Within his heart ſorrowfull was his ghoſt.</l>
                        <l>But home he goth, he might not ſoiourne,</l>
                        <l>The day was come, he muſt home returne.</l>
                        <l>And in his way, it happed him to ride</l>
                        <l>In all his care, vnder a forreſt ſide,</l>
                        <l>Whereas he ſaw vpon a daunce go</l>
                        <l>Of ladies foure and twenty, and yet mo:</l>
                        <l>Toward the daunce he drow him full yerne,</l>
                        <l>In hope that ſome wisdome ſhould he lerne.</l>
                        <l>But certainly, ere that he came fully there,</l>
                        <l>Vaniſhed was the daunce, he niſt not where,</l>
                        <l>No creature ſaw he that bare life,</l>
                        <l>Saue in the greene ſitting an old wife:</l>
                        <l>A fouler wight there may no man deuiſe.</l>
                        <l>Againe the knight the old wife gan ariſe,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid: ſir knight, here forth lieth no way,</l>
                        <l>Tell me what ye ſeeken by your fay,</l>
                        <l>Peraduenture it may the better be:</l>
                        <l>* Theſe old folke con much thing (qd. ſhe.)</l>
                        <l>My lefe mother (qd. this knight) certaine,</l>
                        <l>I nam but dead, but if that I can ſaine,</l>
                        <l>What thing it is that women moſt deſire:</l>
                        <l>Coud ye me wiſſe, I wold quite wel your hire.</l>
                        <l>Plight me thy troth here in my hand (qd. ſhe)</l>
                        <l>The next thing that I require of thee</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhalt it do, if it be in thy might,</l>
                        <l>And I woll tell it you or it be night.</l>
                        <l>Haue here my troth (qd. y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> knight) I graunt.</l>
                        <l>Then (qd. ſhe) I may me well auaunt,</l>
                        <l>Thy life is ſafe, for I woll ſtond therby,</l>
                        <l>Vpon my life the queene will ſay as I:</l>
                        <l>Let ſee, which is the proudeſt of hem all</l>
                        <l>That weareth on a kerchefe or a call,</l>
                        <l>That dare ſay nay, of that I ſhall you teach,</l>
                        <l>Let vs go forth without lenger ſpeche.</l>
                        <l>Tho rowned ſhe a piſtell in his eare,</l>
                        <l>And had him to be glad, and haue no feare.</l>
                        <l>When they ben comen to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> court, the knight</l>
                        <l>Said, he had hold his day, as he had hight,</l>
                        <l>And ready was his anſwere, as he ſaid:</l>
                        <l>Full many a noble wife, and many a maid</l>
                        <l>And many a widdow, for that they be wiſe,</l>
                        <l>(The queen her ſelfe ſitting as a iuſtice)</l>
                        <l>Aſſembled ben, his anſwere for to heare,</l>
                        <l>And afterward this knight was bode apeare.</l>
                        <l>To euery wight commanded was ſilence,</l>
                        <l>And that the knight ſhould tell in audience,</l>
                        <l>What thing that worldly women loued beſt:</l>
                        <l>This knight ne ſtood not ſtill as doth a beaſt,</l>
                        <l>But to his queſtion anon anſwerd</l>
                        <l>With manly voice, that all the court it herd.</l>
                        <l>My liege lady: generally (qd. he)</l>
                        <l>Women deſiren to haue ſoueraignte</l>
                        <l>As well ouer her huſbonds as her loue,</l>
                        <l>And for to ben in maiſtrie hem above.</l>
                        <l>This is your moſt deſire, though ye me kill,</l>
                        <l>Doth as you liſt, I am here at your will.</l>
                        <l>In all the court nas there wife ne maid</l>
                        <l>Ne widdow, that contraried that he ſaid,</l>
                        <l>But ſaid, he was worthy han his life.</l>
                        <l>And with that word, vp ſtert the old wife,</l>
                        <l>Which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the knight found ſitting on y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> green:</l>
                        <l>Mercy (qd. ſhe) my ſoueraigne lady queen,</l>
                        <l>Ere that your court depart do me right:</l>
                        <l>I taught this anſwere vnto this knight,</l>
                        <l>For which he plight me his trouth there,</l>
                        <l>The firſt thing I would of him requere,</l>
                        <l>He would it do, if it lay in his might:</l>
                        <l>Before the court then pray I thee ſir knight,</l>
                        <l>(Qd. ſhe) that thou me take vnto thy wife,</l>
                        <l>For well thou woſt, that I haue kept thy life:</l>
                        <l>If I ſay falſe, ſay nay vpon thy fay.</l>
                        <l>This knight anſwerd, alas and welaway:</l>
                        <l>I wot right well that ſuch was my beheſt,</l>
                        <l>For Gods loue cheſe a new requeſt:</l>
                        <l>Take all my good, and let my body go.</l>
                        <l>Nay (qd. ſhe) then I ſhrew vs both two.</l>
                        <l>For though that I be foule, old, and pore,</l>
                        <l>I nold for all the mettall ne the ore,</l>
                        <l>That vnder yerth is graue, or lithe aboue,</l>
                        <l>But if I thy wife were and thy loue.</l>
                        <l>My loue (qd. he) nay my damnation:</l>
                        <l>Alas that any of my nation</l>
                        <l>Should euer ſo foule diſparaged be.</l>
                        <l>But all for nought, the end is this, that he</l>
                        <l>Conſtrained was, that needs muſt he her wed,</l>
                        <l>And taketh this old wife, and goth to bed.</l>
                        <l>Now woulden ſome men ſay perauenture</l>
                        <l>That for my negligence, I do no cure</l>
                        <l>To tellen you the ioy and the array,</l>
                        <l>That at the feaſt was that ilke day.</l>
                        <l>To the which thing anſwer ſhortly I ſhall:</l>
                        <l>I ſay there nas no ioy ne feaſt at all,</l>
                        <l>There nas but heavineſſe and much ſorrow:</l>
                        <l>For priuily he wedded her on a morrow,</l>
                        <l>And all day after hid him as an oule.</l>
                        <l>So wo was him, his wife looked ſo foule.</l>
                        <l>Gret was y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſorow y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> kniȝt had in his thought</l>
                        <l>When he was with his wife a bed ybrought,</l>
                        <l>He walloweth, and turneth to and fro.</l>
                        <l>His old wife lay ſmiling euermo,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid: O deare husbond, O benedicite,</l>
                        <l>Fareth euery knight thus as do ye?</l>
                        <l>Is this the law of king Artours hous?</l>
                        <l>Is euery knight of his loue ſo daungerous?</l>
                        <l>I am your owne loue, and eke your wife,</l>
                        <l>I am ſhe, which that ſaued hath your life,</l>
                        <l>And certes yet did I neuer you vnright.</l>
                        <l>Why fare ye thus with me the firſt night?</l>
                        <l>Ye faren like a man that had loſt his wit.</l>
                        <l>Fie, what is my gilt? for Gods loue tell me it,</l>
                        <l>And it ſhall be amended if I may.</l>
                        <l>Amended (qd. this knight) alas nay nay:</l>
                        <l>That woll not been amended neuer mo,</l>
                        <l>Thou art ſo loathly, and ſo old alſo,</l>
                        <l>And thereto comen of ſo low a kind,</l>
                        <l>That little wonder is thogh Iwallow &amp; wind,</l>
                        <l>So would God (qd. he) mine hert would breſt,</l>
                        <l>Is this (qd. ſhe) the cauſe of your vnreſt?</l>
                        <l>Ye certainely (qd. he) no wonder nis.</l>
                        <l>Now ſir (qd. ſhe) I couth amend all this,</l>
                        <l>
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If that me liſt, ere it were dayes three,</l>
                        <l>So well ye might beare you vnto me.</l>
                        <l>But for ye ſpeake of ſuch gentleneſſe,</l>
                        <l>As is diſcended out of old richeſſe,</l>
                        <l>That therefore ſhullen ye be gentlemen:</l>
                        <l>Such errogaunce is not worth an hen.</l>
                        <l>* Lo who that is moſt vertuous alway,</l>
                        <l>Preuy and apert, and moſt intendeth aye</l>
                        <l>To do the gentle deeds that he can,</l>
                        <l>Take him for the greateſt gentleman.</l>
                        <l>Chriſt wold we claimed of him our gentleneſſe,</l>
                        <l>Not of our elders, for our old richeſſe.</l>
                        <l>* For though they yeue vs all her heritage,</l>
                        <l>For which we claimen to ben of high parage,</l>
                        <l>Yet may they not bequeath, for nothing,</l>
                        <l>To none of vs, her vertuous living,</l>
                        <l>That made hem gentlemen ycalled be,</l>
                        <l>And bad vs followen hem in ſuch degre.</l>
                        <l>Full well can the wiſe poet of Florence,</l>
                        <l>That hight Dantes, ſpeake in this ſentence:</l>
                        <l>Lo in ſuch manner rime is Dantes tale.</l>
                        <l>* Full ſelde vp riſeth by his braunches ſmale</l>
                        <l>Proweſſe of man, for God of his goodneſſe</l>
                        <l>Woll that we claime of him our gentleneſſe:</l>
                        <l>For of our elders may we nothing claime</l>
                        <l>But temporal thing, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men may hurt &amp; maime.</l>
                        <l>Eke euery wight wot this as well as I,</l>
                        <l>If gentleneſſe were planted naturally</l>
                        <l>Vnto a certaine linage doun the line,</l>
                        <l>Preuy and apert, then wold they neuer fine</l>
                        <l>To done of gentleneſſe the faire office,</l>
                        <l>They might done no villany ne vice.</l>
                        <l>Take fire and beare it into the derkeſt hous</l>
                        <l>Betwixt this and the mount Caucaſus,</l>
                        <l>And let men ſhut the dores, and go thenne,</l>
                        <l>Yet woll the fire as faire lie and brenne</l>
                        <l>As twenty thouſand men might it behold:</l>
                        <l>His office naturall aye woll it hold</l>
                        <l>Vpon perill of my life, till that it die.</l>
                        <l>* Here may ye ſee well, how that gentrie</l>
                        <l>Is not annexed to poſſeſſion,</l>
                        <l>Sithen folke do not her operation</l>
                        <l>Alway as doth the fire, lo in his kind:</l>
                        <l>For God it wot, men may full often find</l>
                        <l>A lords ſonne done ſhame and villany.</l>
                        <l>* And he that woll haue priſe of his gentry,</l>
                        <l>For he was borne of a gentle hous,</l>
                        <l>And had his elders noble and vertuous,</l>
                        <l>And nill himſelfe don no gentle deedes,</l>
                        <l>He follow his gentle auncetre, that dead is,</l>
                        <l>He nis not gentle, be he duke or erle.</l>
                        <l>* Fie villaines, ſinful deeds maketh a cherle.</l>
                        <l>For gentleneſſe nis but the renomie</l>
                        <l>Of thine auncetres, for her high bountie,</l>
                        <l>Which is a ſtrong thing to thy perſone:</l>
                        <l>Thy gentleneſſe commeth fro God alone.</l>
                        <l>* Then cometh out very gentleneſſe of grace,</l>
                        <l>It was nothing bequeath vs with our place.</l>
                        <l>Thinketh how noble, as ſaith Valerius,</l>
                        <l>Was thilke Tullius Hoſtilius,</l>
                        <l>That out of pouerty roſe to high nobleſſe:</l>
                        <l>Readeth Seneck, and readeth eke Boece,</l>
                        <l>There ſhall ye ſeene expreſſe, no dread is,</l>
                        <l>* That he is gentle that doth gentle deedis.</l>
                        <l>And therfore deare husbond, I thus conclude,</l>
                        <l>All were it that mine auncetors were rude,</l>
                        <l>Yet may that high God, and ſo hope I,</l>
                        <l>Graunt me grace to liue vertuouſly:</l>
                        <l>* Then am I gentle, when I begin</l>
                        <l>To liue vertuouſly, and leauen ſin.</l>
                        <l>And there as ye of pouertie me repreue,</l>
                        <l>The high God, on whom that we beleue,</l>
                        <l>In wilfull pouerte cheſe to lead his life:</l>
                        <l>And certes, euery man, maid, and wife</l>
                        <l>May vnderſtond, Ieſu heauen king</l>
                        <l>Ne would not cheſe a vicious liuing.</l>
                        <l>* Glad pouert is an honeſt thing certaine,</l>
                        <l>This woll Seneck and other clerkes ſaine.</l>
                        <l>* Who ſo wold hold him paid of his pouert,</l>
                        <l>I hold him rich, all had he not a ſhert.</l>
                        <l>* He that coueteth is a full poore wight,</l>
                        <l>For he would han that is not in his might.</l>
                        <l>* But who y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> nought hath, ne coueteth to haue,</l>
                        <l>Is rich, although ye hold him but a knaue.</l>
                        <l>Very pouert is ſinne properly.</l>
                        <l>Iuuenall ſaith of pouert merrily:</l>
                        <l>* The poore man when he goeth by the way</l>
                        <l>Beforne theeues, he may ſing and play.</l>
                        <l>* Pouert is hatefull good: and as I geſſe,</l>
                        <l>A full great bringer out of buſineſſe:</l>
                        <l>A great amender eke of ſapience,</l>
                        <l>To him that taketh it in patience.</l>
                        <l>Pouert is, although it ſeeme elenge,</l>
                        <l>Poſſeſſion that no wight woll challenge.</l>
                        <l>* Pouerte full often, when a man is low,</l>
                        <l>Maketh him God and eke himſelfe to know.</l>
                        <l>* Pouert a ſpectacle is, as thinketh me,</l>
                        <l>Through which one may his very friends ſee.</l>
                        <l>And therfore, ſince that I you not greue,</l>
                        <l>Of my pouert no more me repreue.</l>
                        <l>Now ſir, eke of elde ye repreued me:</l>
                        <l>And certes ſir, though none authorite</l>
                        <l>Were in no booke, ye gentles of honour</l>
                        <l>Sain, that men ſhould an old wight honour,</l>
                        <l>And cleape hem father for her gentleneſſe,</l>
                        <l>And authors ſhall I find, as I geſſe.</l>
                        <l>Now there as ye ſain y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I am foule and old,</l>
                        <l>Then drede you not to been a cokewold.</l>
                        <l>* For filth, elthe, and foule, all ſo mote I thee,</l>
                        <l>Ben great wardeins vpon chaſtite.</l>
                        <l>But natheles, ſince I know your delite,</l>
                        <l>I ſhall fulfill your worldly appetite.</l>
                        <l>Theſe now (qd. ſhe) one of theſe things twey,</l>
                        <l>To haue me foule and old till that I dey,</l>
                        <l>And be to you a true humble wife,</l>
                        <l>And neuer you diſpleaſe in all my life:</l>
                        <l>Or els woll you haue me yong and faire,</l>
                        <l>And take your auenture of the repaire</l>
                        <l>That ſhall come to your houſe becauſe of me,</l>
                        <l>Or in ſome other place may well be?</l>
                        <l>Now cheſe your ſelue whether y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> you liketh.</l>
                        <l>This knight auiſeth him, and ſore liketh,</l>
                        <l>But at the laſt he ſaid in this manere:</l>
                        <l>My lady and my loue, and wife ſo dere,</l>
                        <l>I put me in your wiſe gouernaunce,</l>
                        <l>Cheſeth your ſelfe which may be more plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce</l>
                        <l>And moſt honour to you and me alſo,</l>
                        <l>I do no force whether of the two:</l>
                        <l>For as you liketh, it ſufficeth me.</l>
                        <l>Then haue I got of you the maiſtry (qd. ſhe)</l>
                        <l>Since I may cheſe and gouerne as my leſt:</l>
                        <l>Ye certes wife (qd. he) I hold it for the beſt.</l>
                        <l>
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Kiſſe me (qd. ſhe) we be no lenger wroth:</l>
                        <l>For by my truth, I woll be to you both,</l>
                        <l>This is to ſay, to be both faire and good.</l>
                        <l>I pray to God that I mote ſterue wood,</l>
                        <l>But I to you be alſo good and trew,</l>
                        <l>As euer was wife, ſithen the world was new:</l>
                        <l>And but I be to morrow as faire to ſeene,</l>
                        <l>As any Lady, Empreſſe, or Queene,</l>
                        <l>That is between Eaſt and eke the Weſt,</l>
                        <l>Doth with my life right as you leſt.</l>
                        <l>Caſt vp the courtein, and looke how it is.</l>
                        <l>And when this knight ſaw verily all this,</l>
                        <l>That ſhe ſo faire was, and ſo young thereto,</l>
                        <l>For ioy he hent her in his armes two:</l>
                        <l>His hart bathed in the bath of bliſſe,</l>
                        <l>A thouſand times a row he gan her kiſſe:</l>
                        <l>And ſhe obeyed him in euery thing,</l>
                        <l>That mought done him pleaſure or liking.</l>
                        <l>And thus they liued vnto her liues end</l>
                        <l>In perfit joy, and Ieſu Chriſt vs ſend</l>
                        <l>Husbonds meeke and yong, and freſh abed,</l>
                        <l>And grace to ouerliue hem that we wed.</l>
                        <l>And I pray to God to ſhort her liues,</l>
                        <l>That will not be gouerned by her wives.</l>
                        <l>And old and angry niggards of diſpence,</l>
                        <l>God ſend hem ſoone a very peſtilence.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Friers Prologue.</head>
                     <l>THis worthy limitour, this noble Frere</l>
                     <l>He made alway a maner louring chere</l>
                     <l>Vpon the Sompner, but for honeſte</l>
                     <l>No villaines word as yet to him ſpake he:</l>
                     <l>But at the laſt he ſaid to the wife,</l>
                     <l>Dame, God yeue you right good life,</l>
                     <l>Ye haue touched here, all ſo mote I the,</l>
                     <l>In ſchole matter, a full great difficulte,</l>
                     <l>Ye haue ſaid much thing right well I ſay:</l>
                     <l>But dame, here as we riden by the way</l>
                     <l>Vs needeth not to ſpeaken but of game,</l>
                     <l>And let authorities a Gods name</l>
                     <l>To preaching, and to ſchoole of clargie.</l>
                     <l>But if it like vnto this companie,</l>
                     <l>I woll you of a Sompner tell a game,</l>
                     <l>Parde ye may well know by the name,</l>
                     <l>That of a Sompner may no good be ſaid.</l>
                     <l>I pray that none of you be euill apaid:</l>
                     <l>A Sompner is a renner vp and doun</l>
                     <l>With maundements for fornicatioun,</l>
                     <l>And is ybeat at euery tounes end.</l>
                     <l>Tho ſpake our hoſt &amp; ſaid: ſir ye ſhould ben hend</l>
                     <l>And curteis, as a man of your eſtate,</l>
                     <l>In this company we woll no debate:</l>
                     <l>Telleth your tale, and let the Sompner be.</l>
                     <l>Nay (qd. the Sompner) let him ſay to me</l>
                     <l>What ſo him liſt: when it cometh to my lote,</l>
                     <l>By God I ſhall him quite euery grote,</l>
                     <l>I ſhall him tell which a great honour</l>
                     <l>It is to be a flattering limitour,</l>
                     <l>And eke of many another manner crime,</l>
                     <l>Which needeth not to rehearſe at this time,</l>
                     <l>And of his office I ſhall him tell ywis.</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt anſwerd: peace, no more of this,</l>
                     <l>And afterward he ſaid vnto the Frere,</l>
                     <l>Tell forth your tale mine owne maiſter dere.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Freres Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>THE Sompner and the Devil meeting on the way, after conference, become ſworn brethren,
and to Hell they go together. A covert invective againſt the Bribery of the Spiritual
Courts in thoſe dayes.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <l>WHylome there was dwelling in my
countre</l>
                        <l>An Archdeacon, a man of high
degre,</l>
                        <l>That boldly did execution</l>
                        <l>In puniſhing of fornication,</l>
                        <l>Of witchcraft, and eke of baudrie,</l>
                        <l>Of defamation, and aduoutrie,</l>
                        <l>Of church reues, and of teſtaments,</l>
                        <l>Of contracts, and lacke of ſacraments,</l>
                        <l>Of vſurie, and of ſimonie alſo:</l>
                        <l>But certes letcherours did he much wo,</l>
                        <l>They ſhoulden ſing, if they weren hent,</l>
                        <l>And ſmall tythers they were foule yſhent,</l>
                        <l>If any perſon would vpon hem plaine,</l>
                        <l>There might aſſert hem no pecunial paine</l>
                        <l>For ſmall tithes, and ſmall offering,</l>
                        <l>He made the people pitouſly to ſing:</l>
                        <l>For ere the biſhop caught hem with his hooke</l>
                        <l>They were in the Archdeacons booke,</l>
                        <l>And then had he (through his jurdiction)</l>
                        <l>Power to done on hem correction.</l>
                        <l>He had a Sompner ready to his hond,</l>
                        <l>A ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>ier boy was there none in Englond:</l>
                        <l>For ſubtilly he had his eſpiaile,</l>
                        <l>That taught him where he might auaile.</l>
                        <l>He couth ſpare of letchours one or two,</l>
                        <l>To teachen him to foure and twenty mo:</l>
                        <l>For thogh this ſompner wood were as an hare,</l>
                        <l>To tell his harlottry I woll not ſpare,</l>
                        <l>For we ben out of his correction,</l>
                        <l>They have of vs no juridiction,</l>
                        <l>Ne neuer ſhullen, tearme of all her liues.</l>
                        <l>Peter ſo ben women of the ſtewes,</l>
                        <l>(Qd. this Sompner) yput out of our cure.</l>
                        <l>Peace with miſchance &amp; with miſauenture</l>
                        <l>Said our hoſt, and let him tell his tale,</l>
                        <l>Now telleth forth and let the Sompner gale,</l>
                        <l>Ne ſpareth not mine owne maiſter dere.</l>
                        <l>This falſe theef, this ſompner (qd. the frere)</l>
                        <l>Had alway bauds ready to his hond,</l>
                        <l>As any hauke to lure in Englond,</l>
                        <l>That telleth him all the ſecre they knew,</l>
                        <l>For her acquaintance was not come anew,</l>
                        <l>They weren his approvers priuely,</l>
                        <l>He tooke himſelfe a great profit thereby,</l>
                        <l>His maiſter knew not alway what he wan:</l>
                        <l>Without maundement, a leaud man</l>
                        <l>He coud ſummon, on paine of Chriſts curſe,</l>
                        <l>And they were glad to fillen his purſe,</l>
                        <l>And maden him great feaſts at the nale.</l>
                        <l>* And right as Iudas had purſes ſmale</l>
                        <l>
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And was a theefe, right ſuch a theefe was he.</l>
                        <l>His maiſter had but halfe his dutie,</l>
                        <l>He was (if I ſhall yeue him his laud)</l>
                        <l>A theefe, a ſompner, and eke a baud.</l>
                        <l>He had eke wenches of his retinue,</l>
                        <l>That whether ſir Robert or ſir Hue,</l>
                        <l>Or Iohn, or Rafe, or who ſo that it were</l>
                        <l>That lay by hem, they told it in his eare.</l>
                        <l>Thus were the wenches and he of one aſſent,</l>
                        <l>And he would fetch a fained maundement,</l>
                        <l>And ſummon hem to the chapiter both two,</l>
                        <l>And pill the man, and let the wench go:</l>
                        <l>Then would he ſay, friend I ſhall for thy ſake</l>
                        <l>Do ſtriken thee out of our letters blake,</l>
                        <l>Thou dare no more as in this caſe trauaile:</l>
                        <l>I am thy friend there I may thee auaile.</l>
                        <l>Certaine he knew of bribries mo,</l>
                        <l>Than poſſible is to tell in yeares two:</l>
                        <l>For in this world nis dog for the how,</l>
                        <l>That can an hurt deere from an whole know,</l>
                        <l>Bet than the Sompner knew a ſlie letchour,</l>
                        <l>Or auouter, or els any paramour:</l>
                        <l>For that was the fruit of all his rent,</l>
                        <l>Therefore on it he ſet all his intent.</l>
                        <l>And ſo befell, that once on a day</l>
                        <l>This Sompner waiting euer on his pray,</l>
                        <l>Rode to ſummon an old widdow a ribibe,</l>
                        <l>Faining a cauſe, for he would haue a bribe,</l>
                        <l>And happed that he ſaw beforne him ride</l>
                        <l>A gay yeoman vnder a forreſt ſide:</l>
                        <l>A bow he bare, and arrows bright and ſhene,</l>
                        <l>He had vpon him a courtpie of greene,</l>
                        <l>An hat vpon his head with ſtrings blacke.</l>
                        <l>Sir (qd. this Sompner) haile &amp; well itake.</l>
                        <l>Welcome (qd. he) and euery good fellaw,</l>
                        <l>Whider rideſt thou vnder y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> green wood ſhaw</l>
                        <l>Said this yeoman, wolt thou ferre to day?</l>
                        <l>This Sompner him anſwerd, &amp; ſaid: nay,</l>
                        <l>Here faſt by (qd. he) is mine intent</l>
                        <l>To riden for to reyſen vp a rent</l>
                        <l>That longeth vnto my lords dutie.</l>
                        <l>Art thou then a baylie? Yea qd. he.</l>
                        <l>He durſt not then for very filth and ſhame</l>
                        <l>Say that he was a Sompner for the name.</l>
                        <l>Depardieur, qd. this yeoman lefe brother,</l>
                        <l>Thou art a bayly, and I am another,</l>
                        <l>I am vnknowne, as in this countre,</l>
                        <l>Of thine acquaintance I woll pray thee,</l>
                        <l>And eke of brotherhead, if that thou lift,</l>
                        <l>I haue gold and ſiluer in my chiſt:</l>
                        <l>If that ye hap to come in our ſhire,</l>
                        <l>All ſhall be thine, right as thou wolt deſire.</l>
                        <l>Grant mercy (qd. this ſompner) by my faith.</l>
                        <l>Euerich in other his truth laith,</l>
                        <l>For to be ſworne brethren till they dey,</l>
                        <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> word they riden forth her wey,</l>
                        <l>This ſompner with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was as ful of iangles,</l>
                        <l>As full of venome, as ben theſe wariangles,</l>
                        <l>And euer requiring vpon euery thing.</l>
                        <l>Brother qd. he, where is your dwelling,</l>
                        <l>Another day if that I ſhould you ſeech?</l>
                        <l>This yeoman him anſwerd in ſoft ſpeech:</l>
                        <l>Brother qd. he, ferre in the North countre,</l>
                        <l>Whereas I hope ſometime I ſhall thee ſee,</l>
                        <l>Or we depart I ſhall thee ſo well wiſſe,</l>
                        <l>That of mine houſe thou ſhalt neuer miſſe.</l>
                        <l>Now brother qd. the ſompner, I you pray</l>
                        <l>Teach me, while we riden by the way,</l>
                        <l>(Sith that ye ben a bayly as am I)</l>
                        <l>Some ſubteltie, tell me faithfully</l>
                        <l>In mine office how I may moſt win,</l>
                        <l>And ſpare not for conſcience ne for ſin,</l>
                        <l>But as my brother, tell me how done ye,</l>
                        <l>Now by my trouth brother deare ſaid he,</l>
                        <l>As I ſhall tellen thee a faithfull tale,</l>
                        <l>My wages been full ſtrait and full ſmale,</l>
                        <l>My lord is hard to me and daungerous,</l>
                        <l>And mine office full laborious:</l>
                        <l>And therefore by extortion I leue</l>
                        <l>Forſooth by all that men woll me yeue,</l>
                        <l>Algate by ſleight or by violence:</l>
                        <l>From yeare to yeare I win all my diſpence,</l>
                        <l>I can no better tellen faithfully.</l>
                        <l>Now certes (qd. the Sompner) ſo fare I,</l>
                        <l>I ſpare not to taken God it wote:</l>
                        <l>* But if it be too heauy or too hote,</l>
                        <l>That I may getten in counſaile priuily,</l>
                        <l>No manner conſcience of that haue I,</l>
                        <l>Nere mine extortion, I might not liuen,</l>
                        <l>Of ſuch yapes woll I not be ſhriuen:</l>
                        <l>Stomacke ne conſcience know I none,</l>
                        <l>I ſhrew all theſe ſhrift fathers euerychone,</l>
                        <l>Well be we met by God and ſweet S. Iame,</l>
                        <l>But leue brother, tell me thy name</l>
                        <l>Qd. this Sompner: in this meane while</l>
                        <l>This yeoman gan a little for to ſmile.</l>
                        <l>Brother qd. he, wolt thou y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I thee tell?</l>
                        <l>I am a fiend, my dwelling is in hell,</l>
                        <l>And here I ride about my purchaſing,</l>
                        <l>To wete where I may get any thing:</l>
                        <l>My purchaſing is theffect of all my rent,</l>
                        <l>Looke how thou rideſt for the ſame intent</l>
                        <l>To win good, thou reckeſt neuer how,</l>
                        <l>Right ſo fare I, for ride woll I now</l>
                        <l>Vnto the worlds end for to pray.</l>
                        <l>Ah (qd. this ſompner) what do ye ſay,</l>
                        <l>I wend ye were a yeoman truly,</l>
                        <l>Ye haue a mans ſhape as well as I,</l>
                        <l>Haue ye a figure then determinate</l>
                        <l>In hell, there ye ben in your eſtate?</l>
                        <l>Nay certainly (qd. he) there haue we none,</l>
                        <l>But when vs liketh we can take vs one,</l>
                        <l>Or els make to you ſeeme: we ben ſhape</l>
                        <l>Sometime like a man, or like an ape,</l>
                        <l>Or like an Angell can I ride or go:</l>
                        <l>It is no wonder thing though it be ſo,</l>
                        <l>A louſie iugler can deceiue thee,</l>
                        <l>And parde can I more craft than hee.</l>
                        <l>Why qd. y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Sompner, ride ye then or gone</l>
                        <l>In ſundry ſhape, and not alway in one?</l>
                        <l>For we (qd. he) woll vs ſuch forme make,</l>
                        <l>As moſt able is our preyes for to take.</l>
                        <l>What maketh you to haue al his labour?</l>
                        <l>Full many a cauſe lefe ſir Sompnour</l>
                        <l>Said this fiend, But all thing hath time,</l>
                        <l>The day is ſhort, and it is paſſed prime,</l>
                        <l>And yet ne got I nothing in this day,</l>
                        <l>I woll entend to winning, if I may,</l>
                        <l>And not entend our wits to declare:</l>
                        <l>For brother mine, thy wits ben all too bare</l>
                        <l>To vnderſtand all, though I would tell thee,</l>
                        <l>But for thou askeſt why labouren we:</l>
                        <l>
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For ſometime be we Gods inſtruments</l>
                        <l>And meanes to done his commaundments</l>
                        <l>What that him luſt, on his creatures,</l>
                        <l>In diuers art and in diuers figures:</l>
                        <l>Withouten him we haue no might certaine,</l>
                        <l>If that him liſt to ſtonden there againe,</l>
                        <l>And ſometime at our praier haue we leue,</l>
                        <l>Only the body, and not the ſoule to greue:</l>
                        <l>Witneſſe of Iob, whom we deden wo.</l>
                        <l>And ſometime haue we might of both two,</l>
                        <l>This is to ſaine, of body and ſoule eke,</l>
                        <l>And ſometime we ben ſuffered for to ſeeke</l>
                        <l>Vpon a man, and done his ſoule vnreſt,</l>
                        <l>And not his body, and all is for the beſt</l>
                        <l>When he withſtandeth our temptation,</l>
                        <l>It is a cauſe of his ſaluation,</l>
                        <l>Albeit that it was not our intent</l>
                        <l>He ſhould be ſafe, but that we wold him hent,</l>
                        <l>And ſometime be we ſeruaunts vnto man,</l>
                        <l>As to the archbiſhop ſaint Dunſtan</l>
                        <l>And to the Apoſtle eke ſeruaunt was I.</l>
                        <l>Yet tell me (qd. this Sompner) faithfully,</l>
                        <l>Make ye you new bodies thus alway</l>
                        <l>Of elements? the fiend anſwered nay:</l>
                        <l>Sometime we faine, and ſometime we ariſe</l>
                        <l>With dead bodies, and that in ſundry wiſe,</l>
                        <l>And ſpeake as renably, faire, and well,</l>
                        <l>As the Phitoneſſe did to Samuell:</l>
                        <l>And yet would ſome men ſay it was not he.</l>
                        <l>I do not force of your diuinite,</l>
                        <l>But a thing I warne thee, I woll not yape,</l>
                        <l>Thou wolt algates wete how we be ſhape:</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhalt hereafterward (my brother dere)</l>
                        <l>Come, where thee needeth not of me to lere,</l>
                        <l>For thou ſhalt by thine owne experience</l>
                        <l>Conne in the chare the rede of this ſentence</l>
                        <l>Bet than Virgill, while he was on liue,</l>
                        <l>Or Daunt alſo. Now let vs ride bliue,</l>
                        <l>For I woll hold company with thee,</l>
                        <l>Till it be ſo that thou forſake mee.</l>
                        <l>Nay (qd. this Sompner) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhall not betide,</l>
                        <l>I am a yeoman knowen full wide:</l>
                        <l>My trouth wol I hold to thee, as in this caas</l>
                        <l>For though thou were the deuill Sathanas,</l>
                        <l>My trouth woll I hold to my brother</l>
                        <l>As I am ſworne, and ech of vs to other,</l>
                        <l>For to be true brother in this caas,</l>
                        <l>And brother, we gone to our purchaas.</l>
                        <l>Take thou thy part, that men woll y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> yeue,</l>
                        <l>And I ſhal mine, and thus ſhall we both leue.</l>
                        <l>And if that any of vs haue more than other,</l>
                        <l>Let him be true, and part it with his brother.</l>
                        <l>I graunt (qd. the deuill) by my fay,</l>
                        <l>And with that word they riden forth her way,</l>
                        <l>And right at them ring of the tounes end</l>
                        <l>(To which y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſompner ſhope him for to wend)</l>
                        <l>They ſaw a cart that charged was with hay,</l>
                        <l>Which that a carter droue forth on his way,</l>
                        <l>Deepe was the way, for which the cart ſtood:</l>
                        <l>This carter ſmote, &amp; ſtriued as he were wood,</l>
                        <l>Heit ſcot, heit brok, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſpare ye for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſtones,</l>
                        <l>The fiend (qd. he) you fetch body &amp; bones,</l>
                        <l>As ferforth as euer ye were yfoled,</l>
                        <l>So much wo as I haue for you tholed,</l>
                        <l>The deuill haue all, both hors, cart, and hay.</l>
                        <l>Qd. this Sompner here ſhal we haue a pray</l>
                        <l>And nere y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fiend he drew, as nought ne were</l>
                        <l>Full priuily, and rouned in his eare:</l>
                        <l>Hearken brother, hearken by thy faith</l>
                        <l>Heareſt not thou what the carter ſaith?</l>
                        <l>Hent it anon, for he hath yeue it thee,</l>
                        <l>Both hay and cart, and eke his caples three,</l>
                        <l>Nay (qd. the deuill) God wot neuer a dele,</l>
                        <l>It is not his intent truſt me wele,</l>
                        <l>Aske him thy ſelfe, if thou troweſt not mee,</l>
                        <l>Or els ſtint a while and thou ſhalt ſee.</l>
                        <l>This carter thacked his hors on the croupe,</l>
                        <l>And they begun to draw and to ſtoupe.</l>
                        <l>Heit now (qd. he) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Ieſus Chriſt you bleſſe,</l>
                        <l>And all his hondy werke, both more and leſſe:</l>
                        <l>That was well it wight mine own liard boy,</l>
                        <l>I pray God ſaue thee and ſaint Loy,</l>
                        <l>Now is my cart out of the ſlow parde.</l>
                        <l>Lo brother (qd. the fiend) what told I thee,</l>
                        <l>Here may ye ſeene mine owne deare brother</l>
                        <l>* The carle ſpake o thing but he thought ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther</l>
                        <l>Let vs goe forth about our voyage,</l>
                        <l>Here win we nothing vpon cariage.</l>
                        <l>When they comen ſomwhat out of the toun,</l>
                        <l>This Sompner to his brother gan to roune:</l>
                        <l>Brother, qd. he, here wonneth an old rebecke,</l>
                        <l>That had almoſt as lefe to leſe her necke,</l>
                        <l>As for to yeue a penny of her good,</l>
                        <l>I woll haue xii. d. tho that ſhe were wood,</l>
                        <l>Or I woll ſompne her to our office,</l>
                        <l>And yet God wot of her I know no vice:</l>
                        <l>But for thou canſt not, as in this countre</l>
                        <l>Win thy coſt, take here enſample of me.</l>
                        <l>This Sompner clappeth at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> widdows gate,</l>
                        <l>Come out he ſaied thou old veritrate:</l>
                        <l>I trow thou haſt ſome frere or prieſt withthee.</l>
                        <l>Who clappeth there ſaid this wife, benedicite,</l>
                        <l>God ſaue you ſir, what is your ſweet will?</l>
                        <l>I haue (qd. he) in ſummons of thee a bill,</l>
                        <l>Vp paine of curſing, looke that thou bee</l>
                        <l>To morrow before our Archdeacons knee,</l>
                        <l>To anſwere to the court, of certaine things.</l>
                        <l>Now lord (qd. ſhe) Ieſu king of kings</l>
                        <l>So wiſely helpe me, as I ne may,</l>
                        <l>I haue ben ſicke, and that full many a day.</l>
                        <l>I may not goe ſo ferre (qd. ſhe) ne ride,</l>
                        <l>But I be dead, ſo pricketh it my ſide,</l>
                        <l>May I not aske a libell ſir Sompnour,</l>
                        <l>And anſwere there by my proctour</l>
                        <l>To ſuch thing as men would appoſen me.</l>
                        <l>Yea qd. this Sompner, pay anon let ſee</l>
                        <l>Twelue pence to me, and I will thee acquite,</l>
                        <l>I ſhall no profit haue hereof but lite.</l>
                        <l>My maiſter hath the profit and not I,</l>
                        <l>Come of, and let me ridden haſtily:</l>
                        <l>Giue me xii. pence, I may no lenger tary.</l>
                        <l>Twelue pence qd. ſhe, lady ſaint Mary,</l>
                        <l>So wiſely helpe me out of care and ſin,</l>
                        <l>This wide world though I ſhould it win,</l>
                        <l>Ne haue I not xii. d. within my ho<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>d:</l>
                        <l>Ye know well that I am poore and old,</l>
                        <l>Kith your almeſſe on me poore wretch,</l>
                        <l>Nay then qd. he, the foule fiend me fetch,</l>
                        <l>If I thee excuſe, thogh thou ſhouldeſt be ſpilt.</l>
                        <l>Alas qd. ſhe, God wot I haue no guilt,</l>
                        <l>Pay me qd. he, or by ſweet ſaint Anne</l>
                        <l>I woll ſtreight beare away the new panne</l>
                        <l>
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For debt, which thou oweſt me of old,</l>
                        <l>When thou madeſt thy husbond cokold,</l>
                        <l>I paied at home for thy correction.</l>
                        <l>Thou lieſt (qd. ſhe) by my ſaluation,</l>
                        <l>Ne was I neuer ere now, widdow ne wife,</l>
                        <l>Sompned vnto your court in all my life:</l>
                        <l>Ne neuer I nas but of body trew,</l>
                        <l>Vnto the deuill blacke and rough of hew</l>
                        <l>Yeue I thy body and my panne alſo.</l>
                        <l>And when the deuill heard her curſe ſo</l>
                        <l>Vpon her knees, he ſaid in this manere:</l>
                        <l>Now Mably, mine owne mother dere</l>
                        <l>Is this your will in earneſt that ye ſey?</l>
                        <l>The deuill (qd. ſhe) fet him ere he dey,</l>
                        <l>And panne and all, but he woll him repent.</l>
                        <l>Nay old ſtotte, that is not mine intent,</l>
                        <l>Qd. this Sompner, for to repent mee</l>
                        <l>For any thing that I haue had of thee,</l>
                        <l>I would I had thy ſmocke and euery cloth.</l>
                        <l>Now brother (qd. the deuill) be not wroth:</l>
                        <l>Thy body and thy pan is mine by right,</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhalt with me to hell yet to night,</l>
                        <l>Where thou ſhalt knowen of our priuitie</l>
                        <l>More than a maiſter of diuinitie.</l>
                        <l>And with that word y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> foule fiend him hent</l>
                        <l>Body and ſoule, he with the deuill went,</l>
                        <l>Where y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Sompners haue their heritage,</l>
                        <l>And God that made after his image</l>
                        <l>Mankind, ſaue and guide vs all and ſome,</l>
                        <l>And leaue y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Sompner good man to become.</l>
                        <l>Lordings I coud haue told you (qd. this frere)</l>
                        <l>Had I had leiſure, of this Sompner here,</l>
                        <l>After the text of Chriſt, Poule, and Ihon</l>
                        <l>And of other doctours many one,</l>
                        <l>Such paines, as your hearts might agriſe,</l>
                        <l>Albeit ſo, that no tongue may deuiſe,</l>
                        <l>Though that I might a thouſand winter tell</l>
                        <l>The paines of that curſed hous of hell,</l>
                        <l>But for to keepe vs from that curſed place,</l>
                        <l>Wake we, and pray Ieſu of his grace,</l>
                        <l>So keepe he us from the temper Sathanas</l>
                        <l>Hearkneth this word, beware as in this caas</l>
                        <l>* The Lion ſitteth in await alway</l>
                        <l>To ſlea the innocent, if that he may.</l>
                        <l>Diſpoſeth aye your hearts to withſtond</l>
                        <l>The fiend, that you would make thral &amp; bond.</l>
                        <l>* He may not tempt you ouer your might,</l>
                        <l>For Chriſt woll be your champion &amp; knight,</l>
                        <l>And prayeth, that the Sompner him repent</l>
                        <l>Of his miſdeed ere that the fiend him hent.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Sompners Prologue.</head>
                     <l>THis Sompner in his ſtirrops high ſtood,</l>
                     <l>Vpon this Frere his hert was ſo wood,</l>
                     <l>That like an Aſpen leafe he quoke for ire:</l>
                     <l>Lordings (qd. he) but one thing I deſire,</l>
                     <l>I you beſeech, that of your courteſie,</l>
                     <l>Sithens ye han heard this falſe Frere lie,</l>
                     <l>As ſuffereth me I may my tale tell.</l>
                     <l>This Frere boaſteth that he knoweth hell,</l>
                     <l>And God wot that is little wonder,</l>
                     <l>Freres and fiends ben but little aſunder.</l>
                     <l>For parde, ye han oft time heard tell,</l>
                     <l>How that a Frere rauiſhed was to hell</l>
                     <l>In ſpirit once by a viſioun,</l>
                     <l>And as an Angell led him vp and doun,</l>
                     <l>To ſhewen him the paines that there were:</l>
                     <l>In all the place ſaw he not a Frere,</l>
                     <l>Of other folke he ſaw ynow in wo.</l>
                     <l>Vnto the Angell ſpake the Frere tho:</l>
                     <l>Now ſir (qd. he) han Freres ſuch a grace,</l>
                     <l>That none of hem ſhall come in this place?</l>
                     <l>Yes (qd. this Angell) many a millioun:</l>
                     <l>And vnto Sathanas lad he him adoun.</l>
                     <l>And now hath Sathanas ſuch a taile</l>
                     <l>Broader than of a Caricke is the ſaile:</l>
                     <l>Hold vp thy taile thou Sathanas (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>Shew forth thine erſe, and let the Frere ſee</l>
                     <l>Whereas is the neaſt of Freres in this place.</l>
                     <l>And ere that halfe a furlong way of ſpace</l>
                     <l>(Right as Bees ſwarmen out of an Hiue)</l>
                     <l>Out of the Deuils erſe they gan driue</l>
                     <l>Twenty thouſand Freres all on a rout,</l>
                     <l>And throughout hell ſwarmed all about,</l>
                     <l>And come ayen, as faſt as they might gone,</l>
                     <l>And into his erſe they crepten euerichone:</l>
                     <l>He clapt his taile ayen, and lay ſtill.</l>
                     <l>This Frere, when he looked had his fill</l>
                     <l>Vpon the turments of this ſorry place,</l>
                     <l>His ſpirit God reſtored of his grace</l>
                     <l>Vnto his body ayen, and he awoke,</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, yet for feare he quoke,</l>
                     <l>So was the deuills erſe aye in his mind:</l>
                     <l>That is his heritage of very kind.</l>
                     <l>God ſaue you all, ſaue this curſed Frere,</l>
                     <l>My Prologue woll I end in this mannere.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Sompners Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>A Begging Fryar coming to a Farmers houſe, who lay ſick, obtaineth of him a certain Legacy,
which muſt be equally divided among his Covent. A requital to the Friar, ſhewing their
cozenage, loytering, impudent begging, and hypocritical praying.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <lg>
                           <l>LOrdings, there is in Yorkſhire as I
gheſſe,</l>
                           <l>A mariſh Countrey called Holder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,</l>
                           <l>In which there went a limitour about</l>
                           <l>To preach, and eke to beg it is no doubt:</l>
                           <l>And ſo befell that on a day this Frere</l>
                           <l>Had preached in a church in his manere,</l>
                           <l>And ſpecially abouen euery thing</l>
                           <l>Excited he the people in his preaching,</l>
                           <l>To trentals, and to yeuen for Gods ſake,</l>
                           <l>Wherewith men mighten holy houſes make,</l>
                           <l>There as diuine ſeruice is honoured,</l>
                           <l>Not there as it is waſted and deuoured,</l>
                           <l>Ne there it needeth not to be yeuen,</l>
                           <l>As to poſſeſſioners that mowen els leuen,</l>
                           <l>Thonked be God, in wele and aboundance</l>
                           <l>Trentals deliuereth (qd. he) fro pennance</l>
                           <l>Her friends ſoules, as well old as yong</l>
                           <l>If that they be haſtily yſong,</l>
                           <l>
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Not for to hold a Prieſt jolly and gay,</l>
                           <l>(He ſingeth not but one Meſſe a day)</l>
                           <l>Deliuereth out (qd. he) anon the ſoules.</l>
                           <l>Full hard it is, with fleſhhooke or with oules</l>
                           <l>To be yclawed, or to bren or bake:</l>
                           <l>Now ſpeedeth you haſtily for Chriſts ſake.</l>
                           <l>And when this Frere had ſaid all his intent,</l>
                           <l>With qui cum patre, forth his way he went,</l>
                           <l>When folk in church had yeue him what hem leſt</l>
                           <l>He went his way, no lenger would he reſt,</l>
                           <l>With ſcrip and tipped ſtaffe, ytucked hie:</l>
                           <l>In euery hous he gan to pore and prie,</l>
                           <l>And begged meale and cheeſe, or els corne:</l>
                           <l>His fellow had a ſtaffe tipped with horne,</l>
                           <l>A paire of tables all of Iuory,</l>
                           <l>A pointell ypoliſhed fetouſly,</l>
                           <l>And wrote alway the names as he ſtood</l>
                           <l>Of all folke that yaue hem any good,</l>
                           <l>Askaunce that he woulden for hem prey.</l>
                           <l>Yeue vs a buſhell Wheat, Malt, or Rey,</l>
                           <l>A Gods kichell, or a trippe of Cheſe,</l>
                           <l>Or els what ye liſt, I may not cheſe:</l>
                           <l>A Gods halfepenny, or a Maſſe peny,</l>
                           <l>Or yeue vs of your Brawne, if ye haue any,</l>
                           <l>A dagon of your blanket, leue dame,</l>
                           <l>Our ſuſter deare, lo here I write your name,</l>
                           <l>Bacon or Beefe, or ſuch thing as ye find.</l>
                           <l>A ſturdy harlot went him aye behind,</l>
                           <l>That was her hoſtes man, and bare a ſacke,</l>
                           <l>And that men yaue hem, laied it on his backe.</l>
                           <l>And when he was out at the dore, anone</l>
                           <l>He plained away the names euerichone,</l>
                           <l>That he before had written in his tables:</l>
                           <l>He ſerued hem with nifles and with fables.</l>
                           <l>Nay there thou lieſt Sompner (qd. y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Frere)</l>
                           <l>Peace (qd. our hoſt) for Chriſts mother dere,</l>
                           <l>Tell forth thy tale, and ſpare it not at all.</l>
                           <l>So thriue I (qd. the Sompner) ſo I ſhall.</l>
                           <l>So long he went fro hous to hous, till he</l>
                           <l>Came to an hous, there as he was wont to be</l>
                           <l>Refreſhed more than in a hundred placis:</l>
                           <l>Sicke lay the good man, whoſe the place is,</l>
                           <l>Bedred vpon a couch low he lay:</l>
                           <l>Deus hic (qd. he) O Thomas friend good day,</l>
                           <l>Saied this Frere all courteouſly and ſoft,</l>
                           <l>Thomas God yeeld it you: for full oft</l>
                           <l>Haue I vpon this bench faren full weale,</l>
                           <l>Here haue I eaten many a merry meale.</l>
                           <l>And fro the bench he droue away the cat,</l>
                           <l>And laied adoune his potent and his hat,</l>
                           <l>And eke his ſcrip, and ſet him ſoft adoune:</l>
                           <l>His fellow was go walked into the toune</l>
                           <l>Forth with his knaue into that hoſtelrie,</l>
                           <l>Where as he ſhope him that like night to lie.</l>
                           <l>O deare maiſter (qd. this ſicke man)</l>
                           <l>How haue ye faren ſithen March began,</l>
                           <l>I ſaw you not this fourtenight and more.</l>
                           <l>God wot (qd. he) laboured haue I full ſore,</l>
                           <l>And ſpecially for thy ſaluation</l>
                           <l>Haue I ſaied many a precious oriſon.</l>
                           <l>And for our other friends God hem bleſſe.</l>
                           <l>I haue this day ben at your church at meſſe,</l>
                           <l>And ſaid a ſermon after my ſimple wit,</l>
                           <l>Not all after the text of holy writ,</l>
                           <l>For it is hard to you, as I ſuppoſe,</l>
                           <l>And therfore I woll teach you all the gloſe.</l>
                           <l>Gloſing is a glorious thing certain</l>
                           <l>For letter ſlaeth, as we clerkes ſain.</l>
                           <l>There haue I hem taught to ben charitable,</l>
                           <l>And ſpend her good there as it is reaſonable.</l>
                           <l>And there I ſaw our dame, ah where is ſhe?</l>
                           <l>Yonder in the yard I trow ſhe be</l>
                           <l>Saied this man, and ſhe woll come anon.</l>
                           <l>Eye maiſter, welcome ye be by ſaint Ihon</l>
                           <l>Saied this wife, how fare ye heartily?</l>
                           <l>This Frere ariſeth vp full courteouſly,</l>
                           <l>And her imbraceth in his armes narrow,</l>
                           <l>And kiſſeth her ſweet, &amp; chirketh as a ſparrow</l>
                           <l>With his lips: dame (qd. he) I fare right wele.</l>
                           <l>As he that is your ſeruaunt euery dele.</l>
                           <l>Thanked be God that you haue ſoul and life,</l>
                           <l>Yet ſaw I not this day ſo faire a wife</l>
                           <l>In all the whole church, ſo God ſaue me.</l>
                           <l>Yea God amend all faults ſir (qd. ſhe)</l>
                           <l>Algates welcome ye be, by my fay:</l>
                           <l>Graunt mercy dame, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> haue I found alway.</l>
                           <l>But of your great goodneſſe, by your leue</l>
                           <l>I woll pray you that ye not you greue,</l>
                           <l>I woll with Thomas ſpeake a little throw:</l>
                           <l>Theſe curates ben full negligent and ſlow</l>
                           <l>To gropen tenderly a mans conſcience.</l>
                           <l>In ſhrift, and in preaching is my diligence,</l>
                           <l>And to ſtudie on Peters words and Poules,</l>
                           <l>I walke to fiſhen Chriſten mens ſoules,</l>
                           <l>To yeeld Ieſu Chriſt his proper rent,</l>
                           <l>To ſpread his words is all mine intent.</l>
                           <l>Now by your leaue deare maiſter (qd. ſhe)</l>
                           <l>Chideth him well for ſaint Charite:</l>
                           <l>He is aye angry as a piſſemire.</l>
                           <l>Though that he haue all that he can deſire,</l>
                           <l>Thogh I him wrie a night, &amp; make him warm,</l>
                           <l>And ouer him lay my leg or mine arm,</l>
                           <l>He groneth as our bore that lieth in the ſtie:</l>
                           <l>Other diſport of him right none haue I,</l>
                           <l>I may not pleaſe him in no manner caas.</l>
                           <l>O Thomas, ie vous die, Thomas Thomas:</l>
                           <l>This maketh y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fiend, this muſt ben amended.</l>
                           <l>Ire is a thing that God highly defended,</l>
                           <l>And thereof woll I ſpeake a word or two.</l>
                           <l>Now maiſter (qd. the wife) ere that I go,</l>
                           <l>What woll ye dine? I woll go thereabout.</l>
                           <l>Now dame (qd. he) ie vous die ſanz dout</l>
                           <l>Haue I of a Capon but the liuer,</l>
                           <l>And of your white bread but a ſhiuer,</l>
                           <l>And after that a roſted Pigs head</l>
                           <l>(But I nold not for me no beaſt were dead)</l>
                           <l>Then had I ynow for my ſuffiſaunce:</l>
                           <l>I am a man of little ſuſtenaunce.</l>
                           <l>My ſpirit hath his foſtring in the Bible,</l>
                           <l>My body is aye ſo ready and ſo penible</l>
                           <l>To wake, that my body is deſtroied.</l>
                           <l>I pray you dame, be ye nought annoied,</l>
                           <l>Though I ſo friendly you my counſaile ſhew,</l>
                           <l>By God I now haue told it but a few.</l>
                           <l>Now ſir (qd. ſhe) but one word ere you go,</l>
                           <l>My child is dead within theſe weekes two,</l>
                           <l>Soone after that ye went out of this toun.</l>
                           <l>His death ſaw I by reuelatioun,</l>
                           <l>Saied this Frere, at home in our Dortour</l>
                           <l>I dare well ſaine, ere that halfe an hour</l>
                           <l>After his death, I ſaw him borne to bliſſe</l>
                           <l>In mine auiſion, God me ſo wiſſe,</l>
                           <l>
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So did our Sexten, and our Fermerere,</l>
                           <l>That han been true Freres this fiftie yere:</l>
                           <l>They may now, God be thanked of his loue,</l>
                           <l>Maken her Iubelie, and walken alone.</l>
                           <l>And vp I aroſe, and all our couent eke,</l>
                           <l>With many a teare trilling on our cheeke:</l>
                           <l>Withouten noiſe or clattering of bels,</l>
                           <l>Te deum was our ſong, and nothing els,</l>
                           <l>Saue that to Chriſt I ſaied an oriſon,</l>
                           <l>Thanking him of my reuelation:</l>
                           <l>For ſir and dame, truſteth me right well,</l>
                           <l>Our oriſons been more effectuell,</l>
                           <l>And more we ſeene of Chriſts ſecret things,</l>
                           <l>Than borell folke, although they were kings.</l>
                           <l>We liue in pouerte, and in abſtinence,</l>
                           <l>And borell folke in richeſſe and diſpence,</l>
                           <l>In meat and drinke, and in her foule delite:</l>
                           <l>We han this worldly luſt all in deſpite.</l>
                           <l>Lazar and Diues liueden diuerſely,</l>
                           <l>And diuers guerdons had they thereby.</l>
                           <l>* Who ſo woll pray, he muſt faſt and be cleane,</l>
                           <l>And fat his ſoule, and make his body leane.</l>
                           <l>We fare as ſaieth the Apoſtle, cloth and food</l>
                           <l>Sufficeth vs, though they be not full good:</l>
                           <l>The cleaneneſſe and the faſting of vs Freres,</l>
                           <l>Maketh that Chriſt accepteth our prayeres.</l>
                           <l>Lo Moiſes, fortie daies and fortie night</l>
                           <l>Faſted, ere that the high God of his might</l>
                           <l>Spake with him in the mount of Sinay:</l>
                           <l>With empty wombe, faſting many a day,</l>
                           <l>Receiued he the law, that was written</l>
                           <l>With Gods finger, and Hely well witten:</l>
                           <l>In mount Oreb, ere he had any ſpeech</l>
                           <l>With the high God, that is our ſoules leech,</l>
                           <l>He faſted long, and was in contemplaunce.</l>
                           <l>Aaron, that had the temple in gouernaunce,</l>
                           <l>And eke the other prieſts euerichone</l>
                           <l>Into the temple when they ſhould gone</l>
                           <l>To praien for the people, and doen ſeruice,</l>
                           <l>They nold drinke in no manner wiſe</l>
                           <l>No drinke, that dronke might hem make,</l>
                           <l>But there in abſtinence pray and wake,</l>
                           <l>Leaſt that they deiden: take heed what I ſay,</l>
                           <l>But they be ſober that for the people pray,</l>
                           <l>Ware that I ſay no more: for it ſufficeth.</l>
                           <l>Our Lord Ieſu, as holy writ deuiſeth,</l>
                           <l>Yaue vs enſample of faſting and prayeres:</l>
                           <l>Therefore we Mendicantes, we ſilly Freres</l>
                           <l>Ben wedded to pouert and continence,</l>
                           <l>To charity, humbleneſſe, and abſtinence,</l>
                           <l>To perſecution for rightwiſneſſe,</l>
                           <l>To weeping, miſericorde, and cleaneneſſe.</l>
                           <l>And therefore may ye ſee that our prayeres</l>
                           <l>(I ſpeake of vs mendicants, we Freres)</l>
                           <l>Ben to the high God more acceptable</l>
                           <l>Than yours, with your feaſt at your table.</l>
                           <l>Fro Paradice firſt, if I ſhall not lie,</l>
                           <l>Was man chaſed out for his gluttonie,</l>
                           <l>And chaſt was man in Paradice certain.</l>
                           <l>But herken now Thomas what I ſhall ſain,</l>
                           <l>I haue no text thereof, as I ſuppoſe,</l>
                           <l>But I find it in manner of a gloſe,</l>
                           <l>That ſpecially our ſweet Lord Ieſus</l>
                           <l>Spake this by Freres, when he ſaied thus.</l>
                           <l>Bleſſed be they that poore in ſpirit been:</l>
                           <l>And ſo forth all the Goſpell may ye ſeen,</l>
                           <l>Whether it be liker our perfection,</l>
                           <l>Or hers that ſwimmen in poſſeſſion.</l>
                           <l>Fie on her pompe, and on her gluttonie,</l>
                           <l>And on her leaudneſſe, I hem defie.</l>
                           <l>Me thinketh they ben like Iouinian,</l>
                           <l>Fat as a Whale, and walking as a Swan,</l>
                           <l>As vinolent as bottle in the ſpence,</l>
                           <l>Her prayer is of full little reuerence:</l>
                           <l>When they for ſouls ſay the Pſalme of Dauid</l>
                           <l>Lo bouffe they ſain (Cor meum eructauit.)</l>
                           <l>Who followeth Chriſts Goſpell &amp; his lore</l>
                           <l>But we? that humble be, chaſt, and poore.</l>
                           <l>Workers of gods word, and not auditours.</l>
                           <l>Therefore right as an hauke at a ſours</l>
                           <l>Vp ſpringeth into the aire, ſo prayeres</l>
                           <l>Of charitable and cahſt buſie Freres,</l>
                           <l>Maken her ſours vp to Gods eares two.</l>
                           <l>Thomas Thomas, ſo mote I ride or go,</l>
                           <l>And by that lord that cleaped is ſaint Yue,</l>
                           <l>Ne thou our broder wer, thou ſhouldſt not thriue.</l>
                           <l>For in our Chapiter pray we day &amp; night</l>
                           <l>To Chriſt, that he thee ſend health and might</l>
                           <l>Thy body for to welden haſtily.</l>
                           <l>God wot (qd. he) nothing therof feele I</l>
                           <l>As help me Chriſt: for within few years</l>
                           <l>Haue I ſpended vpon diuers maner Freres</l>
                           <l>Well many a pound, yet fare I neuer the bet,</l>
                           <l>Certain my good haue I almoſt beſet:</l>
                           <l>Farewell my good, for it is almoſt ago.</l>
                           <l>The frere anſwerd, o Thomas doſt thou ſo?</l>
                           <l>What needeth thee diuers Freres to ſech?</l>
                           <l>What needeth him that hath a perfit lech,</l>
                           <l>To ſechen other leches in the town?</l>
                           <l>Your inconſtance is your confuſion,</l>
                           <l>Hold ye me then, or els our Couent,</l>
                           <l>To prayen for you, inſufficient?</l>
                           <l>Thomas, that iape nis not worth a Mite,</l>
                           <l>Your maladie is for we haue to lite.</l>
                           <l>A, yeue that couent halfe a quarter Otes:</l>
                           <l>And yeue that couent four &amp; twenty gortes,</l>
                           <l>And yeue that Frere a penny, and let him go:</l>
                           <l>Nay, nay Thomas, it may nothing be ſo.</l>
                           <l>What is a farthing worth parted in twelue?</l>
                           <l>Lo, ech thing that is oned in himſelue</l>
                           <l>Is more ſtrong than when it is ſo ſcattered.</l>
                           <l>Thomas, of me thou ſhalt not be iflattered,</l>
                           <l>Thou wolſt haue all our labour for nought.</l>
                           <l>The hie God, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> all this world hath wrought</l>
                           <l>* Saith, that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> workman is worthy his hire</l>
                           <l>Thomas, naught of your treaſure I deſire</l>
                           <l>As for my ſelf, but that all our couent</l>
                           <l>To pray for you is aie ſo diligent:</l>
                           <l>And holy for to builden Chriſt owne chirch.</l>
                           <l>Thomas, if ye woll learne for to wirch,</l>
                           <l>Of building vp of Chirches may ye ſinde</l>
                           <l>If it be good, in Thomas life of Inde.</l>
                           <l>Ye liggen here full of anger and ire</l>
                           <l>With which the deuil ſet your heart on fire.</l>
                           <l>And chiden here this holy innocent</l>
                           <l>Your wife, that is ſo good and patient.</l>
                           <l>And therfore trow me Thomas if ye leſt,</l>
                           <l>Ne chide not with thy wife, as for the beſt:</l>
                           <l>And beare this word away by thy faith.</l>
                           <l>Touching ſuch thing lo what the wiſe ſaith:</l>
                           <l>* Within thy houſe be thou no Lion:</l>
                           <l>To thy ſubjects do thou none oppreſſion:</l>
                           <l>
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Ne make not thine acquaintance to flee.</l>
                           <l>And yet Thomas, eftſones charge I thee,</l>
                           <l>Beware of her that in thy boſom ſleepeth,</l>
                           <l>Ware of the ſerpent, that ſo ſlily creepeth,</l>
                           <l>Vnder the graſſe, and ſtingeth full ſubtilly:</l>
                           <l>Beware my ſonne, and hearken patiently,</l>
                           <l>That twenty thouſand men han loſt her liues</l>
                           <l>For ſtriuing with her lemmans &amp; her wiues.</l>
                           <l>Now ſince you haue ſo holy and meek a wife,</l>
                           <l>What nedeth you Thomas to make ſtrife?</l>
                           <l>* There nis iwis no ſerpent ſo cruell</l>
                           <l>(When men treden on his taile) ne halfe ſo fel,</l>
                           <l>As a woman is, when ſhe hath caught an ire,</l>
                           <l>Vengeance is then all her deſire.</l>
                           <l>Ire is a ſinne, one of the greateſt of ſeuen,</l>
                           <l>Abhominable unto the high God of heven,</l>
                           <l>And to himſelf it is deſtruction,</l>
                           <l>This every lewd Vicar and Parſon</l>
                           <l>* Can ſay, how ire engendreth homecide,</l>
                           <l>Ire is in ſooth the executour of pride.</l>
                           <l>I could of ire ſay ſo much ſorrow,</l>
                           <l>That my tale ſhould laſt till to morrow.</l>
                           <l>And therfore I pray God both day and night</l>
                           <l>That to an irous man he ſend little might.</l>
                           <l>* It is great harme, and eke great pitee</l>
                           <l>To ſee an irous man in high degree.</l>
                           <l>Whiledom ther was an irous poteſtate,</l>
                           <l>As ſaith Seneck, that during his eſtate</l>
                           <l>Vpon a day out riden knights two,</l>
                           <l>And as fortune would it ſhould be ſo,</l>
                           <l>That one of hem came home, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> other nought:</l>
                           <l>Anon the knight before the judge is brought,</l>
                           <l>That ſaid thus: thou haſt thy fellow ſlain,</l>
                           <l>For which I deme thee to the death certain.</l>
                           <l>And to another knight commanded he,</l>
                           <l>Go, lead him to the death I charge thee.</l>
                           <l>And hapned as they went by the wey</l>
                           <l>Toward the place ther as he ſhould dey,</l>
                           <l>The knight came, which men wend had be ded</l>
                           <l>Then thought they that it was the beſt reed.</l>
                           <l>To lede hem both to the Iudge again:</l>
                           <l>They ſaiden lord, the knight hath not ſlain</l>
                           <l>His fellow, here he ſtant hole aliue.</l>
                           <l>Ye ſhullen be dead (qd. he) ſo mot I thriue:</l>
                           <l>That is to ſay, both one, two, and three,</l>
                           <l>And to the firſt knight, right thus ſpake he.</l>
                           <l>I damned thee, thou muſt algate be dead:</l>
                           <l>And thou muſt alſo leeſe needs thyn head,</l>
                           <l>For thou art cauſe why thy fellow dieth.</l>
                           <l>And to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> third knight, right thus he ſayeth,</l>
                           <l>Thou haſt not don y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I commanded thee.</l>
                           <l>And thus he lete do fle hem all three.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Irous Cambiſes was eke drunkelew,</l>
                           <l>And aie delighted him to been a ſhrew,</l>
                           <l>And ſo befell, a lord of his meine,</l>
                           <l>That loued well vertuous moralite,</l>
                           <l>Said on a day betwixt hem two right thus:</l>
                           <l>A lord is loſt, if he be aught vicious,</l>
                           <l>* And dronkenneſſe eke is a foule record</l>
                           <l>Of any man, and namely of a lord.</l>
                           <l>* There is many an ey and many an ear</l>
                           <l>A waiting on a lord, he not whear.</l>
                           <l>For Gods loue drinketh temperatly:</l>
                           <l>* Wine maketh a man to leſe wretchedly</l>
                           <l>His mind, and his limbes euerichone.</l>
                           <l>The reuers ſhalt thou ſee (qd. he) anon,</l>
                           <l>And preue it by thyn own experience,</l>
                           <l>That wine ne doth to folke no ſuch offence.</l>
                           <l>There nis no wine bereaueth me my might</l>
                           <l>Of hond, of foote, ne of mine eyeſight.</l>
                           <l>And for deſpight he dronke mochell more</l>
                           <l>An hundred times than he did before,</l>
                           <l>And right ay, this curſed irous wretch</l>
                           <l>Let this knights ſon beforne him fetch</l>
                           <l>Commanding him he ſhuld beforn him ſtond:</l>
                           <l>And ſuddenly he took his how in hond,</l>
                           <l>And vp the ſtring he plucked to his eare,</l>
                           <l>And with an arrow he ſlough the child thear,</l>
                           <l>Now wither haue I a ſiker hond or none,</l>
                           <l>Qd. he? Is all my might and minde agon?</l>
                           <l>Hath wine bereuen me mine iyen ſight?</l>
                           <l>What ſhuld I tel the anſwer of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knight?</l>
                           <l>His ſonne was ſlain, ther is no more to ſay,</l>
                           <l>* Beware therefore, with lords how ye play,</l>
                           <l>Sing Placebo, and I ſhall if I can,</l>
                           <l>But if it be vnto a poore man:</l>
                           <l>To a poore man one ſhould his vices tell,</l>
                           <l>But not to a lord, though he ſhould go to hell.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Lo irous Cirus, thilke Percien,</l>
                           <l>How deſtroyed he the riuer of Giſen?</l>
                           <l>For that an horſe of his was dreint therein,</l>
                           <l>When as he went Babilon to win:</l>
                           <l>He made that the riuer was ſo ſmall,</l>
                           <l>That men might ride and waden ouer all.</l>
                           <l>Lo, what ſaid he, that ſo well teach can,</l>
                           <l>* Ne be no fellow to none irous man,</l>
                           <l>Ne with no wood man walke by the way,</l>
                           <l>Leſt thou repent, I woll no further ſay.</l>
                           <l>Now Thomas leue brother, leaue thyn ire,</l>
                           <l>Thou ſhalt me find as iuſt, as is a ſquire:</l>
                           <l>Hold not the deuils knife aie in thine heart,</l>
                           <l>Thine anger doth thee all to ſore ſmart,</l>
                           <l>But ſhew to me all thy confeſſion.</l>
                           <l>Nay, (qd. the ſicke man) by ſaint Simon</l>
                           <l>I have be ſhriue this day of my Curate</l>
                           <l>I have told him wholy mine eſtate.</l>
                           <l>It needeth no more to ſpeake of it, ſaieth he,</l>
                           <l>But if me liſt of mine humilite.</l>
                           <l>Yeue me then of thy gold tomake our cloiſter</l>
                           <l>qd. he, for many a muskle &amp; many an Oiſter,</l>
                           <l>When other men haue been full well at eaſe,</l>
                           <l>Hath been our food, our cloiſter for to reaſe:</l>
                           <l>And yet God wot, vnneath the foundament</l>
                           <l>Parformed is, ne of our pauement</l>
                           <l>Is not a tile yet within our wones:</l>
                           <l>By God we owen fourty pound for ſtones,</l>
                           <l>Now help Thomas, for him y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> harrowed hell,</l>
                           <l>For els mote we needs al our books ſell,</l>
                           <l>And if you lacke our predication,</l>
                           <l>Then goeth this world all to deſtruction.</l>
                           <l>For who ſo woll fro this world vs bereue,</l>
                           <l>So God me ſaue, Thomas by your leue,</l>
                           <l>He would bereaue out of this world the ſon.</l>
                           <l>For who can techen &amp; worchen as we con?</l>
                           <l>And that is not of little time (qd. he)</l>
                           <l>But ſith Helie was, or Heliſe,</l>
                           <l>Han freres been, that find I of record</l>
                           <l>In charitie, ithonked be our Lord,</l>
                           <l>
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Now Thomas, help for ſaint Charitie:</l>
                           <l>And down anon he ſitteth on his kne.</l>
                           <l>This ſicke man waxeth nie wood for ire</l>
                           <l>He would the frere had been on a fire</l>
                           <l>With his falſe diſſimulation.</l>
                           <l>Such things as been in my poſſeſſion</l>
                           <l>(Qd. he) that may I giue, and none other:</l>
                           <l>Ye ſain me thus, how y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I am your brother.</l>
                           <l>Ye certes (qd. this frere) truſteth me wele,</l>
                           <l>I tooke our dame our letter and our ſele.</l>
                           <l>Now (qd. he) wel, and ſomwhat ſhall I yeue</l>
                           <l>Vnto your holy couent while I liue:</l>
                           <l>And in thine hond thou ſhalt it haue anone</l>
                           <l>On this condition, and other none,</l>
                           <l>That you depart it ſo, my leue brother,</l>
                           <l>That euery frere haue as much as another:</l>
                           <l>This ſhalt thou ſweare on thy profeſſion</l>
                           <l>Without fraud or cauilation.</l>
                           <l>I ſwere it, qd. ſhe frere, by my faith:</l>
                           <l>And therwithall his hond in his he layth,</l>
                           <l>Lo here my faith, in me ſhall be no lacke.</l>
                           <l>Then put thine hond adowne by my backe</l>
                           <l>Said this man, and grope well behind,</l>
                           <l>Beneath my buttock there thou ſhalt find</l>
                           <l>A thing, that I haue hid in priuitie:</l>
                           <l>Ah, thought the frere, that ſhall goe with me.</l>
                           <l>Adown he ſhofth his hond to the clift,</l>
                           <l>In hope to find there ſome good gift.</l>
                           <l>And when this ſicke man felt this frere</l>
                           <l>About his tewell, groping here and there,</l>
                           <l>Amid his hond he let the frere a fart,</l>
                           <l>There nis no capell drawing in a cart,</l>
                           <l>That might haue let a fart of ſuch a ſoun.</l>
                           <l>The frere vp ſtart, as doth a wood Lioun:</l>
                           <l>A falſe churle, qd. the frere, for Gods bones,</l>
                           <l>This haſt thou in diſpite doe for the nones:</l>
                           <l>Thou ſhalt abie this fart, if I may.</l>
                           <l>His meinie that heard of this affray,</l>
                           <l>Came leaping in, and chaſed out the frere,</l>
                           <l>And forth he goeth with a full angry chere,</l>
                           <l>And fet his fellow, there as lay his ſtore:</l>
                           <l>He looked as he were a wilde Bore,</l>
                           <l>He grinted his teeth, ſo was he wroth</l>
                           <l>A ſturdie pace down to the court he goth</l>
                           <l>Whereas wonned a man of great honour</l>
                           <l>To whom that he was alway confeſſour:</l>
                           <l>This worthy man was lord of that village.</l>
                           <l>This freer came, as he were in a rage,</l>
                           <l>Where as this lord ſat eating at his bord:</l>
                           <l>Vnnethes might the frere to ſpeake o word,</l>
                           <l>Till at the laſt he ſaid, God you ſee.</l>
                           <l>This lord gan looke, and ſaid Benedicite</l>
                           <l>What frere Ihon, what maner world is this?</l>
                           <l>I ſee well that ſomething is amis,</l>
                           <l>* Ye look as though y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wood wer full of theuis:</l>
                           <l>Sit downe, and tell me what your griefe is,</l>
                           <l>And it ſhall be amended, if that I may.</l>
                           <l>I haue, qd. he, had a diſpite to day,</l>
                           <l>God yeeld it you, adown in your village,</l>
                           <l>That in this world is none ſo poore a page,</l>
                           <l>That he nolde haue abhominatioun</l>
                           <l>Of that I haue receiued in your town:</l>
                           <l>And yet me grieueth nothing ſo ſore,</l>
                           <l>As that the old churle, with locks hore</l>
                           <l>Blaſphemed hath our holy couent eke.</l>
                           <l>Now maiſter, qd. this lord, I you beſeke.</l>
                           <l>No maiſter ſir, qd. he, but ſeruitour,</l>
                           <l>Though I haue had in ſchoole that honour.</l>
                           <l>God liketh not, that men vs Rabie call</l>
                           <l>Neither in market, ne in your large hall.</l>
                           <l>No force, qd. he, but tell me of your griefe.</l>
                           <l>Sir, qd. this Frere, an odious miſchiefe</l>
                           <l>This day is betide, to mine order, and to me,</l>
                           <l>And ſo per conſequens to each degree</l>
                           <l>Of holy church, God amend it ſone.</l>
                           <l>Sir, qd. the lord, ye wot what is to done:</l>
                           <l>Diſtemper you not, you be my confeſſour.</l>
                           <l>Ye be the ſalt of the earth, and the ſavour,</l>
                           <l>For Gods loue your pacience now hold,</l>
                           <l>Telleth me your griefe: and he anon him told</l>
                           <l>As ye han heard before, ye wot well what.</l>
                           <l>The ladie of the houſe, aie ſtill ſat</l>
                           <l>Till ſhe had heard fully what the Frere ſaid.</l>
                           <l>Eye gods mother, qd. ſhe, and blisful maid:</l>
                           <l>Is there nought els, tell me faithfully?</l>
                           <l>Madame, qd. he, how thinketh ye therby?</l>
                           <l>How that me thinketh? ſo God me ſpeed,</l>
                           <l>I ſay a churle hath done a churles deed:</l>
                           <l>What ſhould I ſay, God let him neuer the,</l>
                           <l>His ſick head is full of vanite:</l>
                           <l>I hold him in a manner of frenſie.</l>
                           <l>Madam, qd. he, by God I ſhall not lye,</l>
                           <l>But I in any wiſe, may been on him awreke,</l>
                           <l>I ſhall ſlaunder him ouer all, where I ſpeke:</l>
                           <l>That falſe blaſphemour that charged me</l>
                           <l>To part it that might not departed be,</l>
                           <l>To euery man iliche, with miſchance.</l>
                           <l>The lord ſat ſtill, as he were in a trance,</l>
                           <l>And in his heart he roled vp and down,</l>
                           <l>How that this churle had imaginatioun</l>
                           <l>To ſhew ſuch a probleme to the frere.</l>
                           <l>Neuer erſt or now heard I ſuch a matere,</l>
                           <l>I trow the Deuill put it in his mind.</l>
                           <l>In all Arſmetricke there ſhall no man find</l>
                           <l>Beforne this day of ſuch a queſtion.</l>
                           <l>Who ſhould make a demonſtration,</l>
                           <l>That euery man ſhould haue ilike his part</l>
                           <l>Of a ſowne or fauour of a farte:</l>
                           <l>O nice proud churle, I beſhrew thy face.</l>
                           <l>Lo ſirs, qd. the lord, with hard grace,</l>
                           <l>Who euer heard of ſuch a thing or now?</l>
                           <l>To euery man ilike, tell me how?</l>
                           <l>It is an impoſſible, it may not be,</l>
                           <l>Eye nice churle, God let hem neuer the.</l>
                           <l>The rombling of a fart, and euery ſoun,</l>
                           <l>Nys but of eyre reverberatioun,</l>
                           <l>And euer it waſteth little and little away:</l>
                           <l>There is no man can demen, by my fay,</l>
                           <l>If that it were departed equally.</l>
                           <l>What? lo my churle: lo, how ſhreudly</l>
                           <l>Vnto my confeſſour to day he ſpake,</l>
                           <l>I hold him certain a demoniake,</l>
                           <l>Now eteth your meat, &amp; let the churle go play,</l>
                           <l>* Let him go hongen himſelfe a deuil way.</l>
                           <l>Now ſtood the lords ſquire at the bord,</l>
                           <l>That carf his meat, and heard word by word</l>
                           <l>Of all thing, of which I haue you ſayd.</l>
                           <l>My lord, qd. he, be ye not euill apaid:</l>
                           <l>I couth tell for a gowne cloth</l>
                           <l>To you ſir frere, ſo that ye been not wroth,</l>
                           <l>How that this fart ſhould euen idealed be</l>
                           <l>Amonges your couent, if it liketh thee.</l>
                           <l>
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Tel on (qd. y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lord) and thou ſhalt haue anon</l>
                           <l>A gown cloth, by God and by ſaint Iohn.</l>
                           <l>My lord (qd. he) when the weder is faire</l>
                           <l>Withouten winde, or perturbing of ayre,</l>
                           <l>Let bring a cart wheele here into this hall,</l>
                           <l>But looke well that he haue his ſpokes all,</l>
                           <l>Twelue ſpokes hath a cart whele commonly:</l>
                           <l>And bring me then xii. freres, wot ye why?</l>
                           <l>For thirteene is a couent as I geſſe:</l>
                           <l>Your confeſſour here for his worthneſſe</l>
                           <l>Shall performe vp the number of his couent.</l>
                           <l>Then ſhullen they knelen adoun by one aſſent,</l>
                           <l>And to euery ſpokes end in this manere</l>
                           <l>Full ſadly lay his noſe ſhall a frere:</l>
                           <l>Your noble confeſſour there, God him ſaue,</l>
                           <l>Shall hold his noſe vpright vnder the naue,</l>
                           <l>Then ſhal this churle with bely ſtiffe &amp; tought</l>
                           <l>As any tabour, hither been ibrought,</l>
                           <l>And ſet him on the whele right of this cart</l>
                           <l>Vpon the naue, and make him let a fart,</l>
                           <l>And ye ſhullen ſee, vp perill of my life,</l>
                           <l>By good prefe which is demonſtratife,</l>
                           <l>That equally the ſowne of it will wend,</l>
                           <l>And eke the ſtinke, vnto the ſpokes end.</l>
                           <l>Saue that this worthy man your confeſſour</l>
                           <l>(Becauſe he is a man of great honour)</l>
                           <l>Shall haue the firſt fruits as reaſon is:</l>
                           <l>The noble vſage of freres yet is this,</l>
                           <l>The wortheſt man of hem ſhul firſt be ſerued:</l>
                           <l>And certainly, he hath it well deſerued,</l>
                           <l>He hath to day taught vs ſo much good,</l>
                           <l>With preaching in the pulpet there he ſtood,</l>
                           <l>That I may vouchſafe, I ſay for mee,</l>
                           <l>He had the firſt ſmell of farts three,</l>
                           <l>And ſo would all his brethren hardely,</l>
                           <l>He bereth him ſo faire and holyly.</l>
                           <l>The lord, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lady, &amp; each man ſaue the frere,</l>
                           <l>Said that Ienkin ſpake in this matere</l>
                           <l>As well as Euclide did, or Ptholome,</l>
                           <l>Touching the churles ſayd ſubtiltie,</l>
                           <l>And hie wit made him ſpeake as he ſpake,</l>
                           <l>He nis no foole, ne no demoniake:</l>
                           <l>And Ienkin hath iwonne a new gowne,</l>
                           <l>My tale is done, we been almoſt at towne.</l>
                        </lg>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Clerke of Oxenfords Prologue.</head>
                     <l>SIr Clerke of Oxenford our hoſt ſaid,</l>
                     <l>Ye ride as ſtill and coy, as doth a maid</l>
                     <l>Were new ſpouſed, ſitting at the bord:</l>
                     <l>This day ne heard I of your mouth a word.</l>
                     <l>I trow that ye ſtudie about ſome ſophime:</l>
                     <l>* But Salomon ſaith, all thing hath time.</l>
                     <l>For Gods ſake beth of better chere,</l>
                     <l>It is no time now to ſtudie here.</l>
                     <l>Tell vs ſome merry tale by your fay:</l>
                     <l>For what man is entred into a play,</l>
                     <l>He needs mot vnto that play aſſent.</l>
                     <l>But preacheth not, as Freres done in Lent,</l>
                     <l>To make vs for our old ſinnes to weep,</l>
                     <l>He that thy tale make vs not to ſleep.</l>
                     <l>Tell vs ſome merry thing of auentures,</l>
                     <l>Your termes, your figures, and your colours</l>
                     <l>Keep hem in ſtore, till ſo be that ye endite</l>
                     <l>Hie ſtile, as when men to kings do write.</l>
                     <l>Speake ſo plaine at this time, I you pray,</l>
                     <l>That we may vnderſtond what ye ſay.</l>
                     <l>This worthy Clerke beningly anſwerd,</l>
                     <l>Hoſt (qd. he) I am vnder your yerde,</l>
                     <l>Ye haue of vs as now the gouernance,</l>
                     <l>And therefore will I do you obeyſance,</l>
                     <l>As farre as reaſon asketh hardely:</l>
                     <l>I woll you tell a tale, which that I</l>
                     <l>Learned at Padow, of a worthy clerke,</l>
                     <l>As preued is by his words and his werke.</l>
                     <l>He is now dead, and nailed in his cheſt,</l>
                     <l>I pray to God ſend his ſoule good reſt.</l>
                     <l>Fraunces Petrarke, the laureat poet</l>
                     <l>Hight this ilke clerke, whoſe Rethorike ſweet</l>
                     <l>Enlumined all Itaile of poetrie,</l>
                     <l>As Liuian did of Philoſophy,</l>
                     <l>Or law or other art perticulere:</l>
                     <l>But death that wol not ſuffer vs dwellen here,</l>
                     <l>But as it were the twinkling of an eye,</l>
                     <l>Hem both hath ſlaine, and all we ſhall dye.</l>
                     <l>But for to tellen of this worthy man,</l>
                     <l>That taught me this tale, as I firſt began</l>
                     <l>I ſay that he firſt with hie ſtile enditeth</l>
                     <l>(Or he the body of his tale writeth)</l>
                     <l>A proheme, in which diſcriueth he</l>
                     <l>Piemont, and of Saluce the countre,</l>
                     <l>And ſpeaketh of Apenniny the hilles hye,</l>
                     <l>That been the bounds of weſt Lumbardie:</l>
                     <l>And of mount Veſulus in ſpeciall,</l>
                     <l>Where as the Poo, out of a well ſmall</l>
                     <l>Taketh his firſt ſpringing and his ſours,</l>
                     <l>That Eaſtward euer increaſeth in his cours</l>
                     <l>To Emelle ward, to Ferare, and to Veniſe,</l>
                     <l>The which a long time were to deuiſe.</l>
                     <l>And truly, as to my judgement,</l>
                     <l>Me thinketh it a thing impartinent,</l>
                     <l>Saue that him liſt conueyen his matere:</l>
                     <l>But this is his tale as ye ſhullen here.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <div n="1" type="part">
                           <head>¶The Clerke of Oxenfords Tale.</head>
                           <argument>
                              <p>WAlter the Marqueſſe of Saluce proveth the patience of his wife Griſill, by three moſt ſharp trials.</p>
                           </argument>
                           <lg>
                              <l>THere is in the Weſt ſide of Itaile</l>
                              <l>Downe at the ro<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>e of Veſulus the
cold,</l>
                              <l>A luſtie plaine habundaunt of vitaile,</l>
                              <l>Wher many a town &amp; tower thou maiſt behold</l>
                              <l>That founded were, in time of fathers old,</l>
                              <l>And many another delectable ſight:</l>
                              <l>And Saluce this noble countre hight.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>A marques whilom was in that lond,</l>
                              <l>As were his worthy elders him before,</l>
                              <l>And obeyſant aye redy to his hond</l>
                              <l>Were all his lieges, both leſſe and more:</l>
                              <l>Thus in delite he liued, and hath done yore</l>
                              <l>Beloued &amp; drad, through favour of fortune</l>
                              <l>Both of his lords, and of his commune.</l>
                           </lg>
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                              <l>Therwith he was, as to ſpeak of linage</l>
                              <l>The gentileſt iborne of all Lombardy,</l>
                              <l>A faire perſon, and ſtrong, and yong of age,</l>
                              <l>And full of honour and curteſie:</l>
                              <l>Diſcreet inow, his countre for to gye</l>
                              <l>Saue that in ſome things he was to blame,</l>
                              <l>And Walter was this yong lords name.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I blame him thus, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he conſidered nought</l>
                              <l>In time comming, what he might betide,</l>
                              <l>But on his luſt preſent was all his thought,</l>
                              <l>And for to hauke and hunt on euery ſide:</l>
                              <l>Welny all other cures let he ſlide,</l>
                              <l>And eke he ne would (that was worſt of all)</l>
                              <l>Wed no wife for ought that might befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Onely that point his people bare ſo ſore,</l>
                              <l>That flockmele on a day to him they went,</l>
                              <l>And one of hem, that wiſeſt was of lore</l>
                              <l>(Or els that the lord would beſt aſſent</l>
                              <l>That he ſhould tel him w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> his people ment,</l>
                              <l>Or els coud he well ſhew ſuch matere)</l>
                              <l>He to the Marques ſaid as ye ſhullen here.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O noble Marques, your humanite</l>
                              <l>Aſſureth vs and yeueth vs hardineſſe,</l>
                              <l>As oft time as is neceſſite,</l>
                              <l>That we may to you tell our heuineſſe:</l>
                              <l>Accepteth lord of your gentilneſſe,</l>
                              <l>That we to you with pitous hert plaine,</l>
                              <l>And let your eares nat my voice disdaine.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>All haue I not to done in this matere</l>
                              <l>More than another hath in this place,</l>
                              <l>Yet for as much, as ye my lord ſo dere</l>
                              <l>Haue alway ſhewed me fauour and grace,</l>
                              <l>I dare the better aske of you a ſpace</l>
                              <l>Of audience, to ſhewen our requeſt,</l>
                              <l>And ye my lord to done right as you leſt</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For certes lord: ſo well us liketh you</l>
                              <l>And all your werkes, and euer haue don, that we</l>
                              <l>Ne could our owne ſelfe deuiſen how</l>
                              <l>We might more liuen in felicite:</l>
                              <l>Saue one thing lord, if it your will be,</l>
                              <l>That for to be a wedded man, you leſt,</l>
                              <l>Then were your people in ſouerain herts reſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Boweth your necke vnder the blisful yoke</l>
                              <l>Of ſouerainte, and not of ſeruiſe.</l>
                              <l>Which men clepen ſpouſaile or wedlocke:</l>
                              <l>And thinketh lord, among your thouȝts wiſe,</l>
                              <l>For though we ſleepe or wake, ronne, or ride,</l>
                              <l>* Aye fleeth the time, it wol no man abide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And though your grene youth floure as yet,</l>
                              <l>* In crepeth age alway as ſtill as ſtone,</l>
                              <l>And death manaſeth euery age, and ſmite</l>
                              <l>In ech eſtate, for there eſcapeth none:</l>
                              <l>And alſo certaine, as we knowne echone,</l>
                              <l>That we ſhul die, and vncertaine we all</l>
                              <l>Ben of that day that death ſhall on vs fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Accepteth then of vs the true intent,</l>
                              <l>That neuer yet refuſed your heſt,</l>
                              <l>And we wol all lord, if ye wol aſſent</l>
                              <l>Cheſe you a wife in ſhort time, at the leſt</l>
                              <l>Borne of the gentilleſt and the beſt</l>
                              <l>Of all this lond, ſo that it ought ſeme</l>
                              <l>Honour to god &amp; you, as nere as we can deme.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Deliuer vs out of all this buſie dred,</l>
                              <l>And take a wife, for hie Gods ſake:</l>
                              <l>For if it ſo befell, as god forbed,</l>
                              <l>That thorogh death your linage ſhould ſlake,</l>
                              <l>And that a ſtrange ſucceſſour ſhould take</l>
                              <l>Your heritage, O wo were vs on liue:</l>
                              <l>Wherefore we pray you haſtely to wiue.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Her meeke prayer and her pitious chere</l>
                              <l>Made the Marques for to haue pite.</l>
                              <l>Wol ye (qd. he) mine owne people dere</l>
                              <l>To that I never erſt thought, conſtraine me?</l>
                              <l>I me rejoyced of my libertie,</l>
                              <l>That ſelden time is found in marriage,</l>
                              <l>There I was free, I mote ben in ſeruage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But natheles, I ſee your true entent,</l>
                              <l>And truſt vpon your wit, and haue done aye:</l>
                              <l>Wherfore of my free will I woll aſſent</l>
                              <l>To wedden me, as ſone as euer I may.</l>
                              <l>But there, as ye haue profred me to day</l>
                              <l>To cheſe me a wife, I you releaſe</l>
                              <l>That choice, &amp; pray you of that profer ceaſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>* For God it wot, that children oft been</l>
                              <l>Vnlike her worthy eldes hem before,</l>
                              <l>Bounte commeth of God, &amp; not of the ſtreen,</l>
                              <l>Of which they be engendred and ibore:</l>
                              <l>I truſt in gods bounte, and therefore</l>
                              <l>My marriage, mine eſtate, and reſt</l>
                              <l>I him be take, he may don as him leſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Let me alone in cheſing of my wife,</l>
                              <l>That charge vpon my backe I woll endure:</l>
                              <l>But I you pray, and charge vpon your life,</l>
                              <l>That what wife I take, ye me enſure</l>
                              <l>To worſhip her whiles her life may dure,</l>
                              <l>In word and werke, both here and elswhere,</l>
                              <l>As ſhe an Emperours doughter were.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And furthermore, thus ſhul ye ſwere, that ye</l>
                              <l>Againſt my choice ſhall neuer grutch neſtriue.</l>
                              <l>For ſith I ſhall forgo my liberte</l>
                              <l>At your requeſt, as euer mote I thriue,</l>
                              <l>There as mine hert is ſet, there wol I wiue:</l>
                              <l>And but ye woll aſſent, in ſuch manere,</l>
                              <l>I pray you ſpeake no more in this matere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>With hearty will they ſworne and aſſent</l>
                              <l>To all this thing, there ſaid no wight nay:</l>
                              <l>Beſeeching him of grace ere they went,</l>
                              <l>That he would hem graunt a certaine day</l>
                              <l>Of his ſpouſaile, as ſoone as euer he may,</l>
                              <l>For yet alway the people ſomwhat dred,</l>
                              <l>Leſt this Marques would no wife wed.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He graunted hem a day, ſuch as him leſt,</l>
                              <l>On which he wold be wedded ſekerly:</l>
                              <l>And ſaid he did all this at her requeſt,</l>
                              <l>And they with humble entent full buxumely</l>
                              <l>Kneeling vpon her knees full reuerently</l>
                              <l>
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Him thonked all, and thus they han an end</l>
                              <l>Of her entent, and home ayen they wend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And hereupon he took his officers</l>
                              <l>Commaunding for the feaſt to purvay,</l>
                              <l>And to his privie knights and ſquires</l>
                              <l>Such charge he yaue, as he liſt on hem lay:</l>
                              <l>And they to his commandement obey,</l>
                              <l>And ech of hem doth his diligence</l>
                              <l>To done to the feaſt all reverence.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div n="2" type="part">
                           <head>Explicit prima pars, &amp; ſequitur pars
ſecunda.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>NOught ferre fro thilke place honora<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble,</l>
                              <l>Where this Marques ſhope his marriage,</l>
                              <l>There ſtood a thrope, of ſight full delectable,</l>
                              <l>In which that poore folke of that village</l>
                              <l>Hadden her beaſts and her herbigage,</l>
                              <l>And of her labour tooke her ſuſtenance,</l>
                              <l>After that the earth yaue hem haboundance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Among this poore folke there dwell a man,</l>
                              <l>Which that was holden pooreſt of hem all:</l>
                              <l>* But the high God ſomtime ſenden can</l>
                              <l>His grace unto a little oxe ſtall:</l>
                              <l>Ianicola men of that thrope him call.</l>
                              <l>A doughter had he faire ynough to ſight,</l>
                              <l>And Griſilde this young maiden hight.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But for to ſpeak of vertuous beaute,</l>
                              <l>Then was ſhe one the faireſt under ſonne:</l>
                              <l>And full poorely ifoſtered was ſhe:</l>
                              <l>No licorous luſt was in her heart yronne:</l>
                              <l>Well ofter of the well than of the tonne</l>
                              <l>She dronke, and for ſhe would vertue pleſe,</l>
                              <l>She knew well labour, but not idle eaſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But though this maid was tender of age,</l>
                              <l>Yet in the breſt of her virginite</l>
                              <l>There was encloſed ſad and ripe corage:</l>
                              <l>And in great reverence of charite</l>
                              <l>Her old pore father foſtred ſhe:</l>
                              <l>A few ſheep ſpinning on the field ſhe kept,</l>
                              <l>She would not ben idle till ſhe ſlept.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And when ſhe homeward came, ſhe wold bring</l>
                              <l>Wortes, and other herbes, times full oft,</l>
                              <l>Which ſhe ſhrad and ſethe for her living,</l>
                              <l>And made her bed full hard, &amp; nothing ſoft:</l>
                              <l>And aye ſhe kept her fathers life on loft</l>
                              <l>With every obeiſance and diligence,</l>
                              <l>That child might do to the fathers reuerence.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Vpon Griſilde the poore creature</l>
                              <l>Well oft hath the Marques ſet his eye,</l>
                              <l>As he a hunting went peradventure:</l>
                              <l>And when it fell that he might her eſpie</l>
                              <l>He (not with wanton looking of follie)</l>
                              <l>His eyen caſt upon her, but in ſad wiſe,</l>
                              <l>Vpon her chere he would him oft auiſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Commending in his hert her womanhede,</l>
                              <l>And eke her vertue, paſſing every wight</l>
                              <l>Of ſo yong age, as well in chere as in dede.</l>
                              <l>For though the people have no great inſight</l>
                              <l>In vertue: he conſidered full right</l>
                              <l>Her bounte, and diſpoſed that he would</l>
                              <l>Her wed, if he ever wedden ſhould.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The day of wedding come, but no wight can</l>
                              <l>Tell, what maner woman it ſhould be,</l>
                              <l>For which meruaile, wondred many a man</l>
                              <l>And ſaiden, when they were in their priuite,</l>
                              <l>Woll not our Lord leaue his vanite.</l>
                              <l>Woll he not wed, alas, alas, the while,</l>
                              <l>Why woll he thus himſelf and us begile.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But natheles this Marques hath do make</l>
                              <l>Of iemmes, ſet in gold and in aſure,</l>
                              <l>Broches and rings, all for Griſildes ſake,</l>
                              <l>And of her clothing tooke he the meaſure</l>
                              <l>Of a maiden like to her ſtature,</l>
                              <l>And eke of other ornaments all,</l>
                              <l>That unto ſuch a wedding ſhould fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The time vndren, in the ſame day</l>
                              <l>Approched, that the wedding ſhould be,</l>
                              <l>And all the paleis put was in array,</l>
                              <l>Both hall and chamber, ech in his degre,</l>
                              <l>Houſes of office ſtuffed with great plente:</l>
                              <l>There maieſt thou ſee all dainteous vitaile,</l>
                              <l>That may be found, as ferre as laſteth Itaile,</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This royall Marques richly araide,</l>
                              <l>Lords and ladies in his companie,</l>
                              <l>The which that to the feaſt weren praide</l>
                              <l>And of his retinue the bachelerie,</l>
                              <l>With many a ſown of ſondrie melodie,</l>
                              <l>Vnto the village of which I told,</l>
                              <l>In this aray the right way hath hold.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Griſilde (God wot of this full innocent,</l>
                              <l>That for her was ſhape all this aray)</l>
                              <l>To fetch water at a well is went,</l>
                              <l>And cometh home as ſone as ever ſhe may.</l>
                              <l>For well ſhe heard ſay, that full ilke day</l>
                              <l>The Marques ſhould wed, and if ſhe might,</l>
                              <l>She would fain ſeen ſome of that ſight.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>She thouȝt I wil with other maide<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>s ſtond</l>
                              <l>That been my fellowes, in our dore and ſee</l>
                              <l>The Marques, and thereto wol I fond</l>
                              <l>To have done at home as ſoone as it may be,</l>
                              <l>The labour which that longeth to me,</l>
                              <l>And then may I at leiſure it behold,</l>
                              <l>If he this way to the caſtle hold.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And as ſhe wold ouer the dreſhold gon,</l>
                              <l>The Marques came and gan her for to call,</l>
                              <l>And ſhe ſet downe her water pot anon</l>
                              <l>Beſide the threſhold of the oxe ſtall,</l>
                              <l>And downe vpon her knees ſhe gan to fall,</l>
                              <l>And with ſad countenance ſhe kneeled ſtill,</l>
                              <l>Till ſhe had herd what was the lords will.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This thouȝtful Marques ſpake to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> maid</l>
                              <l>Wel ſoberly, and ſaid in this manere:</l>
                              <l>Where is your father Griſiilde, he ſaid?</l>
                              <l>And ſhe with reuerence and meek chere</l>
                              <l>Anſwerd, lord he is all ready here,</l>
                              <l>
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And in ſhe goeth without lenger lette,</l>
                              <l>And to the Marques ſhe her father fette.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He by the hond then tooke this old man,</l>
                              <l>And ſaid thus, when he had him aſide:</l>
                              <l>Ianicola, I neither may ne can</l>
                              <l>Lenger the pleſance of mine hert hide,</l>
                              <l>If that thou vouchſafe, whatſoeuer betide</l>
                              <l>Thy doughter woll I take or that I wend</l>
                              <l>As for my wife, vnto my liues end.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thou loueſt me, I wot well certaine,</l>
                              <l>And art my faithfull liegeman ibore,</l>
                              <l>And all that liketh me, I dare well ſaine</l>
                              <l>It liketh thee, and ſpecially therefore</l>
                              <l>Tell me that point, that I haue ſaid before,</l>
                              <l>If that thou wolt to this purpoſe draw,</l>
                              <l>To take me as for thy ſonne in law?</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This ſudden caſe the man aſtoned ſo,</l>
                              <l>That red he wext abaſhed, and all quaking</l>
                              <l>He ſtood, ne vnneth ſaid he words mo,</l>
                              <l>But only thus (qd. he) Lord my willing</l>
                              <l>Is as ye woll, ne ayenſt your liking</l>
                              <l>I woll nothing, ye be my lord ſo dere,</l>
                              <l>Right as you liſt, gouerne this matere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Then wol I thus (qd. this Marques) ſothly,</l>
                              <l>That in thy chamber, I you, and ſhe,</l>
                              <l>Haue a collation, and woteſt thou why?</l>
                              <l>For I woll aske her, if her will be</l>
                              <l>To be my wife, and rule her after me:</l>
                              <l>And all this ſhall ſhe done in thy preſence,</l>
                              <l>I woll not ſpeke out of thine audience.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And in the chamber, while they were about</l>
                              <l>The treties, where ye ſhall after heare,</l>
                              <l>The people came into the houſe without</l>
                              <l>And wondred hem, in how honeſt manere</l>
                              <l>So tentifly ſhe kept her father dere:</l>
                              <l>But vtterly Griſild wonder might.</l>
                              <l>For neuer erſt ſaw ſhe ſuch a ſight.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>No wonder is though ſhe be aſtoned,</l>
                              <l>To ſee ſo great a geſt come into that place,</l>
                              <l>She was neuer to ſuch geſtes woned,</l>
                              <l>For which ſhe looked with full pale face.</l>
                              <l>But ſhortly fro this matter for to pace,</l>
                              <l>Theſe weren the words y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the Marques ſaid</l>
                              <l>To this benigne and very faithfull maid.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Griſilde he ſaid, ye ſhall well vnderſtond,</l>
                              <l>It liketh vnto your father and me,</l>
                              <l>That I you wed, and eke it may ſo ſtond</l>
                              <l>As I ſuppoſe, that ye woll it ſo be:</l>
                              <l>But theſe demaunds I aske firſt (qd. he)</l>
                              <l>That ſithen it ſhall be done in haſtie wiſe,</l>
                              <l>Woll ye thereto aſſent, or els you auiſe?</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I ſay thus, be ye redy with good hert</l>
                              <l>To all my luſt, and that I freely may</l>
                              <l>As me beſt liketh, though ye laugh or ſmert,</l>
                              <l>And neuer ye to grutch, night ne day:</l>
                              <l>When I ſay yea, that ye ſay not ones nay,</l>
                              <l>Neither in word, ne by frowning countenance;</l>
                              <l>Swere this, and here I ſwere our aliance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Wondring vpon theſe words, quaking for dred</l>
                              <l>She ſaid: lord, indigne and vnworthy</l>
                              <l>Am I, to thilke honour, that ye me bede,</l>
                              <l>But right as you woll, even ſo woll I:</l>
                              <l>And here I ſwere, that neuer willingly</l>
                              <l>In word, werke, ne thought, I nill you diſobie</l>
                              <l>For to be deed, though me were loth to die.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This is inough Griſilde mine (qd. he)</l>
                              <l>And forth he goeth with a ſober chere,</l>
                              <l>Out at the doore and after came ſhe,</l>
                              <l>And to the people he ſaid in this manere:</l>
                              <l>This is my wife, (qd. he) that ſtondeth here.</l>
                              <l>Honoureth her, and loueth her, I you pray,</l>
                              <l>Who ſo me loueth, there nis no more to ſay.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And for that nothing of her old gere</l>
                              <l>She ſhould bring into his houſe, he bad</l>
                              <l>That women ſhould diſpoilen her there,</l>
                              <l>Of which theſe ladies were nothing glad</l>
                              <l>To handle her cloths in which ſhe was clad:</l>
                              <l>But natheles this maiden bright of hew</l>
                              <l>Fro foot to head they clothed han all new.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Her heer han they kembe, that lay vntreſſed</l>
                              <l>Full rudely, and with her fingers ſmall</l>
                              <l>A crowne on her head they han idreſſed,</l>
                              <l>And ſet it full of ouches great and ſmall,</l>
                              <l>Of her arraie what ſhould I make a tale,</l>
                              <l>Vnneath the people her knew for her fairnes,</l>
                              <l>When ſhe transformed was in ſuch riches.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This Marques hath her ſpouſed with a ring</l>
                              <l>Bought for the ſame cauſe, and then her ſet</l>
                              <l>Vpon an horſe ſnow white, well ambling,</l>
                              <l>And to his palais, or he lenger let</l>
                              <l>(With joyfull people, that her lad and met)</l>
                              <l>Conueyed her, and thus the day they ſpende</l>
                              <l>In reuell, till the ſunne gan diſcende.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And ſhortly forth this tale for to chace,</l>
                              <l>I ſay, that to this new Marqueſſe</l>
                              <l>God hath iſent ſuch fauour of his grace,</l>
                              <l>That it ſeemed not, as by her likelineſſe</l>
                              <l>That ſhe was borne and fed in rudeneſſe,</l>
                              <l>As in a cote, or in an oxe ſtall,</l>
                              <l>But nouriſhed in an Emperours hall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>To euery wight ſhe woxen is ſo dere,</l>
                              <l>And worſhipful, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> folke there as ſhe was bore,</l>
                              <l>And fro her birth knew her yere by yere,</l>
                              <l>Vnneth trowed they, but durſt haue ſwore,</l>
                              <l>That to Ianicola, of which I ſpake before,</l>
                              <l>She doughter nas, for as by coniecture</l>
                              <l>Hem thought ſhe was another creature.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For though that euer vertuous was ſhe,</l>
                              <l>She was encreaſed in ſuch excellence</l>
                              <l>Of thewes good, ſet in high bounte,</l>
                              <l>And ſo diſcrete, and faire of eloquence,</l>
                              <l>So benigne, and digne of reuerence,</l>
                              <l>And coude the peoples hearts ſo enbrace,</l>
                              <l>That eche her loued that looked in her face.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Not onely of Saluce in the towne</l>
                              <l>Publiſhed was the bounte of her name,</l>
                              <l>
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But eke beſide, in many a regioun,</l>
                              <l>If one ſaid well, another ſaid the ſame:</l>
                              <l>So ſprad of her hie bountie the fame,</l>
                              <l>That men and women, both yong and old</l>
                              <l>Gone to Saluces her for to behold.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thus Walter lowly, and full royally,</l>
                              <l>Wedded hath with fortunate honeſtie,</l>
                              <l>In Gods peace he liueth full eaſily:</l>
                              <l>At home, and outward, grace inough had he:</l>
                              <l>And for he ſaw that vnder low degree</l>
                              <l>Was honeſt vertue hid, the people him held</l>
                              <l>A prudent man, and that is ſeene well ſeld.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Not only this Griſilde, through her wit</l>
                              <l>Couth all the feate of wifely humbleneſſe,</l>
                              <l>But eke when the cauſe required it,</l>
                              <l>The commen profit could ſhe redreſſe:</l>
                              <l>There nas diſcord, rancor ne heauineſſe</l>
                              <l>In all the lond, that ſhe ne couth apeſe,</l>
                              <l>And bring hem all wiſely in reſt and eſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Though her husbond abſent were or none,</l>
                              <l>If gentlemen, or other of that countre</l>
                              <l>Were wroth, ſhe would bring hem all at one,</l>
                              <l>So wiſe counſaile and ripe words had ſhe,</l>
                              <l>And judgement of ſo great equitie,</l>
                              <l>That ſhe from heuen ſent was, as men wend,</l>
                              <l>People to ſaue, and euery wrong to mend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Not long time after this faire Griſilde</l>
                              <l>Was wedded, ſhe a doughter had ibore,</l>
                              <l>All had ſhe leuer haue borne a man childe:</l>
                              <l>Glad was the Marques &amp; his folke therfore,</l>
                              <l>For though a maide childe came all before</l>
                              <l>She may to a man child after attaine</l>
                              <l>By likelyhood, ſithens ſhe is not baraine.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div n="3" type="part">
                           <head>Explicit ſecunda pars, &amp; incipit pars
tertia.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>THere fell, as it befalleth oft times mo,</l>
                              <l>When that this childe had ſucked but
a throwe,</l>
                              <l>This Marques in his heart longed ſo</l>
                              <l>To tempt his wife, her ſadneſſe to know,</l>
                              <l>That he ne might out his heart throw</l>
                              <l>This maruellous deſire, his wife to aſſay,</l>
                              <l>Needleſſe God wot, he thought her to affray.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He had aſſaied her ynough before,</l>
                              <l>And found her euer good, what needeth it</l>
                              <l>Her for to tempt? And alway more &amp; more</l>
                              <l>Though ſome man praiſe it for a ſubtill wit,</l>
                              <l>But as for me, I ſay full euill it ſit</l>
                              <l>To aſſay a wife when it is no nede,</l>
                              <l>And put her in anguiſh and in drede.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For which this Marques wrouȝt in this ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nere,</l>
                              <l>He came alone a night there as ſhe lay</l>
                              <l>With full ſterne face, and right vgly chere,</l>
                              <l>And ſaied thus: Griſilde (qd. he) that day</l>
                              <l>That I tooke thee out of thy poore aray,</l>
                              <l>And put thee in eſtate of high nobleſſe,</l>
                              <l>Thou haſt not that forgotten, as I geſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I ſay Griſilde, the preſent dignite</l>
                              <l>In which I haue put thee, as I trow,</l>
                              <l>Maketh not thee foryetfull for to be,</l>
                              <l>That I thee tooke in poore eſtate full low,</l>
                              <l>For any wele thou muſt thy ſelfe know.</l>
                              <l>Take heed of euery word what I ſay,</l>
                              <l>There is no wight that hereth but we tway.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thou woteſt thy ſelf how y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou came here</l>
                              <l>Into this houſe, it is not long ago,</l>
                              <l>And though to me thou be both lefe and dere,</l>
                              <l>Vnto my Gentiles thou art nothing ſo:</l>
                              <l>They ſay, to hem it is great ſhame and wo</l>
                              <l>For to been ſubiect, and been in ſeruage</l>
                              <l>To thee, that borne art in ſo ſmall a village.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And namely ſith thy doughter was ybore,</l>
                              <l>Theſe words often haue they ſpoken doutles,</l>
                              <l>But I deſire, as I haue doen before,</l>
                              <l>To lead my life with hem in reſt and pees:</l>
                              <l>I may not in this caſe be recheles.</l>
                              <l>I mote doen with thy doughter for the beſt.</l>
                              <l>Not as I wold, but as my gentils leſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And yet God wote, this is full loth to me:</l>
                              <l>But natheles without thy witting</l>
                              <l>I woll nought do, but this I woll (qd. he)</l>
                              <l>That thou to me aſſent, as in this thing,</l>
                              <l>Shew now thy pacience in the werking,</l>
                              <l>That thou me hight and ſwore in our village</l>
                              <l>That day that maked was our marriage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>When ſhe had heard all this, ſhe not ameued</l>
                              <l>Neither in word, in chere, ne countenance,</l>
                              <l>(For as it ſeemed, ſhe was not agreeued)</l>
                              <l>She ſaied lord, all lyeth in your pleaſance,</l>
                              <l>My child and I, with heartely obeiſance</l>
                              <l>Been yours all, &amp; ye may ſaue or ſpill,</l>
                              <l>With your own therfore worketh your owne will.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>There may nothing ſo God my ſoule ſaue,</l>
                              <l>Liken to you, that may diſpleaſe me:</l>
                              <l>Ne I deſire nothing for to haue</l>
                              <l>Ne drede for to leſe, ſaue onely ye:</l>
                              <l>This will is in my heart, and aye ſhall be,</l>
                              <l>No length of time, or death it may deface</l>
                              <l>Neither change my corage into another place.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Glad was the Marques of her anſwering,</l>
                              <l>But yet he fained as he were not ſo,</l>
                              <l>All drery was his chere and his looking.</l>
                              <l>When that he ſhould out of the chamber go</l>
                              <l>Sone after this, a furlong way or two</l>
                              <l>He priuily had told all his intent</l>
                              <l>Vnto a man, and to his wife him ſent.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In maner of a ſergeant was this priuy man</l>
                              <l>The which he faithfull often found had</l>
                              <l>In things great, and eke ſuch folke well can</l>
                              <l>Doen execution of things bad:</l>
                              <l>The lord knew well, he him loued and drad.</l>
                              <l>And when this ſergeant wiſt his lords will,</l>
                              <l>Into the chamber he ſtalked him full ſtill.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Madame he ſaied, ye mote foryeue it me,</l>
                              <l>Though I do thing, which I am conſtrained:</l>
                              <l>
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Ye be full wiſe, and full well know ye,</l>
                              <l>That great lords heſtes may not be fained,</l>
                              <l>They may well be wailed and complained,</l>
                              <l>But men muſt needs unto her luſt obey,</l>
                              <l>And ſo woll I, there nis no more to ſay.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This child I am commanded to take.</l>
                              <l>And ſpake no more, but vp the child he hent</l>
                              <l>Diſpitouſly, and gan a chere to make,</l>
                              <l>As though he would haue ſlain it or he went.</l>
                              <l>Griſilde muſt all ſuffer and conſent:</l>
                              <l>And as a lambe, ſhe ſitteth meeke and ſtill,</l>
                              <l>And let this cruell Sergeant doe his will.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Suſpect was the fame of this ilke man,</l>
                              <l>Suſpect his face, ſuſpect his word alſo,</l>
                              <l>Suſpect the time in which he this began:</l>
                              <l>Alas her doughter, that ſhe loued ſo,</l>
                              <l>She wende he would haue ſlain it right tho,</l>
                              <l>But natheles ſhe neither wept ne liked,</l>
                              <l>Confirming her to that the Marques liked.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But at the laſt to ſpeake ſhe began,</l>
                              <l>And full meekely ſhe the ſergeant praid</l>
                              <l>(So as he was a worthy gentell man)</l>
                              <l>That ſhe might kiſſe her child ere that it deid:</l>
                              <l>And in her arme, this little child ſhe leid,</l>
                              <l>With full ſad face, and gan the child bliſſe,</l>
                              <l>And lulled it, and after gan it kiſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And thus ſhe ſaied in her benigne voyce:</l>
                              <l>Farwell my child, I ſhall thee neuer ſee,</l>
                              <l>But ſithen I haue marked thee with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> croice,</l>
                              <l>Of th<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>lke father ibleſſed mote thou be,</l>
                              <l>That for vs died vpon the Roode tree:</l>
                              <l>Thy ſoule little child I him betake,</l>
                              <l>For this night ſhalt thou dien for my ſake.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I trow that to a norice in this caas</l>
                              <l>It had been hard this routh for to ſee:</l>
                              <l>Well might a mother then cry alas,</l>
                              <l>But natheles ſo ſad and ſtedfaſt was ſhe,</l>
                              <l>That ſhe endured all her aduerſite,</l>
                              <l>And to the ſergeant meekely ſhee ſaid,</l>
                              <l>Haue here ayen your little yong maid.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And goth now (qd. ſhe) &amp; doth my lords heſt:</l>
                              <l>And o thing would I pray you of your grace,</l>
                              <l>But if my lord forbid it you at the leſt.</l>
                              <l>Burieth this little bodie in ſome place,</l>
                              <l>That no beaſts ne birds it to race.</l>
                              <l>But he no word to that purpoſe would ſaie,</l>
                              <l>But tooke y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> childe and went anon his waie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This ſergeant came to the lord againe,</l>
                              <l>And of Griſilds words and of her chere,</l>
                              <l>He told him word by word, ſhort and plaine,</l>
                              <l>And him preſented with his daughter dere.</l>
                              <l>Somwhat this lord had routh in his maner,</l>
                              <l>But natheles his purpoſe held he ſtill,</l>
                              <l>As lords doen, when they woll haue their will,</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And bad the ſergeant that full priuily</l>
                              <l>He ſhould this child wel ſoft wind and wrap,</l>
                              <l>With all the circumſtance tenderly,</l>
                              <l>And carry it in a cofer, or in a lap:</l>
                              <l>But on paine of his hed off to ſwap,</l>
                              <l>That no man ſhould know of his entent,</l>
                              <l>Ne whens he came ne whither he went.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But at Boleine, to his ſuſter dere,</l>
                              <l>That thilke time of Pauie was Counteſſe,</l>
                              <l>He ſhould it take, and ſhew her this matere,</l>
                              <l>Beſeeching her to doen her buſineſſe</l>
                              <l>This child to foſtre in all gentleneſſe,</l>
                              <l>And whoſe child that it was he bad her hide</l>
                              <l>From euery wight, for ought y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> might betide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This ſergeant goth, &amp; hath fulfilde this thing.</l>
                              <l>But to this Marques now returne we,</l>
                              <l>For now goeth he full oft imagining</l>
                              <l>If by his wiues chere, he might ought ſee</l>
                              <l>Or els by her words, peceiue that ſhe</l>
                              <l>Were changed, but he neuer could finde,</l>
                              <l>But euer in one ilike ſad and kinde.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>As glad, as humble, as buſie in ſeruice</l>
                              <l>And eke in loue as ſhe was wont to be,</l>
                              <l>Was ſhe to him in every manner wiſe,</l>
                              <l>Ne of her doughter one word ſpake ſhe:</l>
                              <l>None accedent for none adverſite</l>
                              <l>Was ſeen in her, ne never her doughters name</l>
                              <l>Nempned ſhe, for erneſt ne for game.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div n="4" type="part">
                           <head>Explicit tertia pars, &amp; incipit
pars quarta.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>IN this eſtate paſſed ben four yere,</l>
                              <l>Er ſhe with child was, but as God would,</l>
                              <l>A man child ſhe bare by this Waltere</l>
                              <l>Well gracious, and faire to behold:</l>
                              <l>And when folke it to the father told,</l>
                              <l>Not onely he, but all the countrey mery</l>
                              <l>Was for the child, &amp; God they thonke &amp; hery.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>When it was two yere old, &amp; from the breſt</l>
                              <l>Departed from his norice, on a day</l>
                              <l>This Marques cought yet another leſt</l>
                              <l>To tempten his wife eftſones, if he may.</l>
                              <l>O needles was ſhe tempted, I dare ſay.</l>
                              <l>* But wedded men ne conne no meaſure,</l>
                              <l>When they find a patient creature.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Wife (qd. this Marques) ye have heard or this</l>
                              <l>My people heauily bereth our mariage,</l>
                              <l>And namely ſithen my ſonne borne is,</l>
                              <l>Now is it worſe than ever in our age:</l>
                              <l>The murmure ſlaieth my heart &amp; my corage,</l>
                              <l>For to my eares commeth the voice ſo ſmart</l>
                              <l>That it well nie deſtroyed hath my hart.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Now ſay they thus, when Walter is agon,</l>
                              <l>Then ſhall the blood of Ianicola ſuccede,</l>
                              <l>And ben our lord, for other have we non:</l>
                              <l>Such words ſay my people, it is no drede.</l>
                              <l>Well ought I of ſuch murmure take hede,</l>
                              <l>For certainly I dread ſuch ſentence,</l>
                              <l>Though they not plainly ſpeke in myne audi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I would live in peace, if that I might:</l>
                              <l>Wherefore I am diſpoſed vtterly,</l>
                              <l>As I his ſuſter ſerved by night,</l>
                              <l>
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Right ſo I think to ſerve him priuily.</l>
                              <l>Thus warn I you, that ye not ſodainly</l>
                              <l>Out of your ſelf, for no wo ſhould outraie,</l>
                              <l>Beth patient, and thereof I you pray.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I have, qd. ſhe, ſaied, and ever ſhall,</l>
                              <l>I woll ne nill nothing for certain,</l>
                              <l>But as you liſt: nought greueth me at all,</l>
                              <l>Though that my doughter &amp; my ſon be ſlain</l>
                              <l>At your commandement: this is to ſain,</l>
                              <l>I have had no part of children twain,</l>
                              <l>But firſt ſickeneſſe, and after wo and pain.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Ye ben our lord, doth with your own thing</l>
                              <l>Right as you liſt, and taketh no reed of me:</l>
                              <l>For as I left at home my clothing</l>
                              <l>When I came firſt to you, right ſo, qd. ſhe,</l>
                              <l>Left I my will and all my liberty,</l>
                              <l>And toke your clothing: wherfore I you pray</l>
                              <l>Doe your will, I woll to it obey.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And certes, If I had preſcience</l>
                              <l>Your will to know, ere ye your luſt me told,</l>
                              <l>I would it doen without negligence:</l>
                              <l>But now I wote your luſt, &amp; what ye would,</l>
                              <l>All your pleaſance firm and ſtable I hold,</l>
                              <l>For wiſt I that my death would doen you eſe,</l>
                              <l>Gladly would I ſuffer it you to pleſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Death may not make no compariſoun</l>
                              <l>Vnto your loue: &amp; when this Marques ſeie</l>
                              <l>The conſtance of his wife, he caſt adown</l>
                              <l>His iyen two, and wondred how ſhe may</l>
                              <l>In ſuch patience ſuffer all this arraie:</l>
                              <l>And foorth he goth with drery countenaunce,</l>
                              <l>But to his hert it was full great pleaſaunce.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This eiger ſergeant in the ſame wiſe</l>
                              <l>That he her doughter caught, right ſo he</l>
                              <l>Or worſe, if that he coud wers deuiſe,</l>
                              <l>Hath hent her ſonne, that was full of beaute:</l>
                              <l>And euer in one ſo patient was ſhe,</l>
                              <l>That ſhe no chere made of heauineſſe,</l>
                              <l>But kiſſeth her child &amp; after gan him bleſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Saue this ſhe praied him, if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he might,</l>
                              <l>Her little ſonne he would in earth graue,</l>
                              <l>His tender limmes, delicate to ſight,</l>
                              <l>Fro foules and fro noyſom beaſts to ſaue.</l>
                              <l>But ſhe none anſwer of him might haue,</l>
                              <l>He went his way, as he nothing rought,</l>
                              <l>But to Boleine he tenderly it brought.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This Marques wondred euer lenger the more</l>
                              <l>Vpon her pacience, and if that he</l>
                              <l>He had ſoothly knowen there before,</l>
                              <l>That perfectly her children loued ſhe,</l>
                              <l>He would haue wend that for ſome ſubtilte</l>
                              <l>And of malice, or cruell corage,</l>
                              <l>She had ſuffered this with ſad viſage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But he knew wel, that next himſelf, certain</l>
                              <l>She loued her children beſt in euery wiſe.</l>
                              <l>But now of women would I aske fain,</l>
                              <l>If theſe aſſaies mighten not ſuffiſe,</l>
                              <l>What coud a ſturdie husbond more deuiſe</l>
                              <l>To preue her wifehood, and her ſtedfaſtneſſe:</l>
                              <l>But be continuing ever in ſturdineſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But there be folke of that condition,</l>
                              <l>That when they han a certain purpoſe take,</l>
                              <l>They couth not ſtint of her entention,</l>
                              <l>But as they were bounden to a ſtake</l>
                              <l>They woll not of that purpoſe to ſtake:</l>
                              <l>Right ſo this Marques hath fully purpoſed</l>
                              <l>To tempt his wife, as he was firſt diſpoſed.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He waiteth, if by words or countenance</l>
                              <l>She were to him changed of her corage:</l>
                              <l>But never could he find variance,</l>
                              <l>She was aie in one heart and viſage,</l>
                              <l>And euer the further that ſhe was in age,</l>
                              <l>The more truer (if it were poſſible)</l>
                              <l>She was to him in love, and more penible.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For which it ſemeth thus, that of hem two</l>
                              <l>There nas but one will: for as Walter leſt</l>
                              <l>The ſame luſt was her pleaſance alſo:</l>
                              <l>And God be thonked, all fell for the beſt,</l>
                              <l>She ſhewed well, for no worldly vnreſt,</l>
                              <l>* A wife, as for her ſelfe, nothing ſhould</l>
                              <l>Willen in effect, but as her husbond would.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The ſclander of Walter, wonder wide ſpread</l>
                              <l>That of cruel heart full wretchedly,</l>
                              <l>(For he a poore woman wedded had)</l>
                              <l>Hath murdred both his children privily:</l>
                              <l>Which murmure was emong hem comonly.</l>
                              <l>No wonder was: for to the peoples ere</l>
                              <l>Ther came no word, but that they murdred were.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For which whereas his people ther before</l>
                              <l>Had loved him well, the ſlander of his fame</l>
                              <l>Made hem that they hated him therefore:</l>
                              <l>* To been a murtherer is an hateful name.</l>
                              <l>But natheles, for earneſt ne for game</l>
                              <l>He of his cruel purpoſe would not ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>ent,</l>
                              <l>To tempt his wife was all his entent.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Whan that his doughter twelve yere was of age,</l>
                              <l>He to the court of Rome, in ſubtil wiſe</l>
                              <l>(Enformed of his will) ſent his meſſage</l>
                              <l>Comanding hem, ſuch billes to deviſe,</l>
                              <l>As to his cruel purpoſe may ſuffiſe,</l>
                              <l>How that the Pope, for his peoples reſt</l>
                              <l>Bad him wed another, if that him leſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I ſay he bad, they ſhould counterfete</l>
                              <l>The Popes bull, making mention</l>
                              <l>That he hath leave his firſt wife to lete</l>
                              <l>As by the Popes diſpenſacion,</l>
                              <l>To ſtint rancor and diſcencion</l>
                              <l>Betwixt his people and him: thus ſpake the bull,</l>
                              <l>The which they han publiſhed at the full.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The rude people, as no wonder nis</l>
                              <l>Wenden full fell, it had been right ſo:</l>
                              <l>But when theſe tidings come to Griſildis</l>
                              <l>I deeme, that her heart was full of wo</l>
                              <l>But ſhe was ſtill lech ſad evermo:</l>
                              <l>Diſpoſed was this humble creature</l>
                              <l>The adverſite of fortune to endure.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <pb n="87" facs="tcp:51487:61"/>
                              <l>Abiding ever his liſt and his pleaſaunce</l>
                              <l>To whom ſhe was yeuen, heart and all,</l>
                              <l>As to her very worldly ſuffiſaunce:</l>
                              <l>But certainly, if I this ſtorie tell ſhall,</l>
                              <l>This Marques iwritten hath in ſpeciall</l>
                              <l>A letter, in which he ſhewed his intent</l>
                              <l>And prively, he it to Boloine hath ſent,</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>To the Erle of Pauie, which that had tho</l>
                              <l>Wedden his ſuffer: he prayed ſpecially</l>
                              <l>To bringen him ayen his children two</l>
                              <l>In honourable eſtate all openly:</l>
                              <l>But one thing he prayed all vtterly,</l>
                              <l>That he to no wiȝt, thouȝ men wold enquere</l>
                              <l>Should tell whoſe children that they were.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But ſay that the maiden ſhould wedded be</l>
                              <l>Vnto the Marques of Saluce anon:</l>
                              <l>And as the Earle was prayed, ſo did he,</l>
                              <l>For at a day ſet he on his way is gon</l>
                              <l>Toward Saluce, and lords many one</l>
                              <l>In rich araie, this maiden for to gide,</l>
                              <l>Her yong brother riding by her ſide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Arayed was toward hyr marriage</l>
                              <l>This maiden freſh, full of gemmes clere,</l>
                              <l>And her brother, that ſeuen yeer was of age</l>
                              <l>Arayed was eke freſhly in his manere:</l>
                              <l>And thus in great nobles and glad chere</l>
                              <l>Toward Saluce ſhapen their iournay</l>
                              <l>Fro day to day, riding forth her way.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div n="5" type="part">
                           <head>Explicit quarta pars, &amp; ſequitur pars quinta.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>AMong all this, after his wicked vſage</l>
                              <l>This Marques his wife yet tempted
more</l>
                              <l>To the vttereſt proof of her corage,</l>
                              <l>Fully to have experience and ſore,</l>
                              <l>If that ſhe were as ſtedfaſt (as before.)</l>
                              <l>He on a day in open audience</l>
                              <l>Full boiſtrouſly hath ſaid her this ſentence:</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Certes Griſilde, I had inough of pleaſance</l>
                              <l>To han you to my wife, for your goodneſs</l>
                              <l>And for your trouth, and your obeyſance,</l>
                              <l>Not for your linage, ne for your riches,</l>
                              <l>But I now know in very ſoothfaſtneſſe,</l>
                              <l>* That in great lordſhip, if I me well auiſe</l>
                              <l>There is great ſeruitude in ſondry wiſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I may not done as every ploughman may:</l>
                              <l>My people me conſtraineth for to take</l>
                              <l>Another wife, and cryen day by day,</l>
                              <l>And eke the Pope this rancor for to ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>ake</l>
                              <l>Conſenteth it, that dare I vndertake:</l>
                              <l>And truely, thus much I woll you ſay,</l>
                              <l>My new wife is comming by the way.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Be ſtrong of hert, &amp; void anon her place,</l>
                              <l>And thilke dowery that ye brought to me</l>
                              <l>Take it ayen, I grant it of my grace,</l>
                              <l>Returneth to your fathers houſe (qd. he)</l>
                              <l>* No man may alway have proſperite.</l>
                              <l>With euen heart I read you to endure</l>
                              <l>The ſtroke of fortune, or of aventure.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And ſhe ayen anſwerd in patience:</l>
                              <l>My lord, qd. ſhe, I wote and wiſt alway,</l>
                              <l>How that betwixt your magnificence</l>
                              <l>And my pouert, no man can ne may</l>
                              <l>Maken no compariſon, it is no nay,</l>
                              <l>I held me never digne in no manere</l>
                              <l>To been your wife, ne yet your chamberere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And in this houſe there ye me lady made</l>
                              <l>(The hie God take I as for my witneſſe</l>
                              <l>And all ſo wiſely, as he my ſoule glad)</l>
                              <l>I held me neither lady ne maiſtreſſe,</l>
                              <l>But humble ſervant to your worthineſſe,</l>
                              <l>And ever ſhall, while my life may endure,</l>
                              <l>Abouen euery worldly creature.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>That ye ſo long of your benignite</l>
                              <l>Have hold me in honour and nobley</l>
                              <l>(Where I was not worthy for to be)</l>
                              <l>That thonke I God and you, to whom I prey</l>
                              <l>So yeld it you, there is no more to ſey:</l>
                              <l>Vnto my father gladly wol I wende,</l>
                              <l>And with him dwell to my lives ende,</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>There I was foſtred of a childe full ſmall</l>
                              <l>Till I be deed, my life there woll I lead,</l>
                              <l>A widow cleane in heart, body and all.</l>
                              <l>For ſithen I yave to you my maidenhead,</l>
                              <l>And am your true wife, it is no dread:</l>
                              <l>God ſhilde ſuch a lords wife to take</l>
                              <l>Another man to husbond or to make.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And of your new wife, God of his grace</l>
                              <l>So graunt you wealth and high proſperite:</l>
                              <l>For I woll gladly yeue her my place,</l>
                              <l>In which I was blisful wont to be.</l>
                              <l>For ſithen it liketh you my lord, qd. ſhe,</l>
                              <l>(That whilome weren all my hearts reſt)</l>
                              <l>That I ſhall gone: I ſhall goe when you leſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But there as ye me profred ſuch dowaire</l>
                              <l>As I firſt brought, it is well in my mind,</l>
                              <l>It were my wretched clothes, nothing faire,</l>
                              <l>The which to me now were full hard to find.</l>
                              <l>Oh, good God, how gentle and how kind</l>
                              <l>Ye ſeemed by your ſpeech and your viſage,</l>
                              <l>The day that maked was our mariage?</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>* But ſooth is ſaid, algate I find it trew,</l>
                              <l>For in effect it is proved now on me,</l>
                              <l>Love is not old, as when it is new:</l>
                              <l>For certes lord, for none adverſite</l>
                              <l>To dien in this caſe, it ſhall never be</l>
                              <l>That ever in word or worke I ſhall repent,</l>
                              <l>That I you yave mine heart in good intent.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>My lord ye wote, that in my fathers place</l>
                              <l>Ye did me ſtrip out of my poore wede,</l>
                              <l>And richely ye clad me of your grace,</l>
                              <l>To you brought I nought els out of drede,</l>
                              <l>But faith, nakedneſſe, and maidenhede:</l>
                              <l>But here ayen your clothing I reſtore,</l>
                              <l>And eke my wedding ring for evermore.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The remnaunt of your iewels ready be</l>
                              <l>Within your chamber, dare I ſafely ſaine:</l>
                              <l>
                                 <pb n="88" facs="tcp:51487:62"/>
Naked out of my fathers houſe (qd. ſhe)</l>
                              <l>I came, and naked I mote turne againe.</l>
                              <l>All your pleaſaunce would I follow faine:</l>
                              <l>But yet I hope it be not your entent,</l>
                              <l>That I ſmockeleſſe out of your paleis went.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Ye could not doe ſo diſhoneſt a thing,</l>
                              <l>That ilke wombe in which your children lay,</l>
                              <l>Should before the people, in my walking</l>
                              <l>Be ſeene all bare: wherefore I you pray</l>
                              <l>Let me not like a worme goe by the way:</l>
                              <l>Remembreth you mine owne lord ſo dere,</l>
                              <l>I was your wife, though I vnworthy were.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Wherefore in reward of my maidenhede</l>
                              <l>Which I to you brought, and not ayen bere,</l>
                              <l>As vouchſafe to yeue me to my mede,</l>
                              <l>But ſuch a ſmock as I was wont to were:</l>
                              <l>That I therewith may wrie y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wombe of her</l>
                              <l>That was your wife: &amp; here I take my leue</l>
                              <l>Of you, mine owne lord, leaſt I you greue.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The ſmock (qd. he) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou haſt on thy bake,</l>
                              <l>Let it be ſtill, and beare it forth with thee:</l>
                              <l>But well vnneth that word had he ſpake,</l>
                              <l>But went his way for routh and pitee:</l>
                              <l>Before the folke her ſelfe ſtrippeth ſhe,</l>
                              <l>And in her ſmock, with foot and head all bare,</l>
                              <l>Toward her fathers houſe forth is ſhe fare.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The folke followed weeping in her wey,</l>
                              <l>And fortune euer they curſed as they gone:</l>
                              <l>But ſhe fro weeping kept her eyen drey,</l>
                              <l>Ne in all this time word ſpake ſhe none.</l>
                              <l>Her father, that this tidings heard anone,</l>
                              <l>Curſed the day and time, that nature</l>
                              <l>Shope him to been a liues creature.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For out of all doubt, this poore old man</l>
                              <l>Was euer ſuſpect of her marriage:</l>
                              <l>For euer he deemed, ſithen it began,</l>
                              <l>That when the lord filled had his corage,</l>
                              <l>Him would thinke it was a diſparage</l>
                              <l>To his eſtate, ſo low for to alight,</l>
                              <l>And voiden her as ſoone as euer he might.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Ayenſt his doughter haſtily goeth he,</l>
                              <l>(For by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> noiſe of folk he knew her comming)</l>
                              <l>And with her old coat as it might be,</l>
                              <l>He couered her, full ſore weeping:</l>
                              <l>But on her body might he it not bring</l>
                              <l>For rude was the cloth, and ſhe more of age</l>
                              <l>By daies fele than ſhe was at her marriage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thus with her father for a certaine ſpace</l>
                              <l>Dwelleth this floure of wifely patience,</l>
                              <l>That never by her words nor by her face,</l>
                              <l>Before the folke ne eke in abſence,</l>
                              <l>Ne ſhewed ſhe that her was done offence,</l>
                              <l>Ne of her high eſtate no remembraunce</l>
                              <l>Ne had ſhe, as by her coutenaunce.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>No wonder is, for in her great eſtate</l>
                              <l>Her ghoſt was euer in plaine humilitie:</l>
                              <l>No tender mouth, ne heart delicate,</l>
                              <l>Ne pompe, ne ſemblance of roialtie.</l>
                              <l>But full of patience and benignite,</l>
                              <l>Diſcreet, and prideleſſe, and aye honorable.</l>
                              <l>And to her husband euer meek and ſtable.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Men ſpeak of Iob, &amp; moſt for his humbleſſe,</l>
                              <l>(As clerkes when hem liſt can well endite</l>
                              <l>Namely of men) but in ſoothfaſtneſſe,</l>
                              <l>* Though clerkes praiſen women but a lite,</l>
                              <l>There can no man in humbleſſe hem acquite</l>
                              <l>As women can: ne be halfe ſo trew</l>
                              <l>As women been, but it befall of new.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div n="6" type="part">
                           <head>Explicit quinta pars: &amp; ſequitur pars ſexta.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>FRo Boloine is the Earle of Pauie come,</l>
                              <l>Of which the fame ſprong to more and
leſſe:</l>
                              <l>And to the peoples eares all and ſome</l>
                              <l>Was couth eke how a new Marqueſeſſe</l>
                              <l>He with him brought, in pomp &amp; ſuch richeſſe,</l>
                              <l>That was neuer ſeene with mans eie</l>
                              <l>So noble aray in Weſt Lumbardie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The Marques that ſhope &amp; knew all this,</l>
                              <l>Er that this Erle was come, ſent his meſſage</l>
                              <l>To thilke poore and ſilly Griſildis,</l>
                              <l>And ſhe with humble heart and glad viſage,</l>
                              <l>Not with ſwelling heart in her corage,</l>
                              <l>Came at his heſt, and on her knees her ſet,</l>
                              <l>And reuerently and wiſely ſhe him gret.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Griſilde (qd. he) my will is vtterly,</l>
                              <l>This maid that wedded ſhall be vnto me,</l>
                              <l>Receiued be to morrow ſo royally</l>
                              <l>As it is poſſible in my houſe to bee:</l>
                              <l>And eke that euery wight in his degree</l>
                              <l>Haue his eſtate in ſitting and ſeruice,</l>
                              <l>And alſo pleaſaunt, as ye can beſt deuiſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I haue no woman ſufficient certaine,</l>
                              <l>The chambers for to array in ordinaunce</l>
                              <l>After my luſt, and therefore woll I faine,</l>
                              <l>That thine weren all ſuch gouernaunce:</l>
                              <l>Thou knoweſt eke of old all my pleaſaunce,</l>
                              <l>Though thine array be bad, and euill beſey,</l>
                              <l>Doe thou thy deuer at the leaſt wey.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Not onely lord I am glad (qd. ſhe)</l>
                              <l>To doen your luſt, but I deſire alſo</l>
                              <l>You for to pleaſe and ſerue in my degree,</l>
                              <l>Withouten faining, and ſhall euermo:</l>
                              <l>Ne neuer for no weale, ne for no wo,</l>
                              <l>Ne ſhall the ghoſt within my heart ſtent</l>
                              <l>To loue you beſt with all my true entent.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> word ſhe gan y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> hous to dight,</l>
                              <l>And tables to ſet, and beds to make,</l>
                              <l>And pained her to doen all that ſhe might,</l>
                              <l>Praying the chamberers for Gods ſake</l>
                              <l>To haſten hem, and faſt ſweepe and ſhake,</l>
                              <l>And ſhe the moſt ſeruiceable of hem all,</l>
                              <l>Hath euery chamber arraied, and his hall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Abouten vndren gan this Earle alight,</l>
                              <l>y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> with him brought theſe noble children twey:</l>
                              <l>For which the people ran to ſee that ſight</l>
                              <l>
                                 <pb n="89" facs="tcp:51487:62"/>
Of her array, ſo richely beſey:</l>
                              <l>And then at erſt amongs hem they ſey,</l>
                              <l>That Walter was no foole, though him leſt</l>
                              <l>To chaunge his wife: for it was for the beſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For ſhe is fairer, as they deemen all</l>
                              <l>Than is Griſild, and more tender of age:</l>
                              <l>And fairer fruit between hem ſhall fall,</l>
                              <l>And more pleaſant for her high linage:</l>
                              <l>Her brother eke ſo fair was of his age,</l>
                              <l>That him to ſeen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> people had cauȝt pleſance,</l>
                              <l>Commending now the Marques gover<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O ſterne people, unſad and untrue,</l>
                              <l>Aye undiſcreet, and changing as a fane,</l>
                              <l>Delighting ever in rumer that is new,</l>
                              <l>For like the Moone ever waxe ye and wane:</l>
                              <l>Full of clapping, deare ynough of a iane.</l>
                              <l>Your dome is fals, your conſtance ill preveth,</l>
                              <l>A full great foole is he that on you leveth.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thus ſaiden ſad folke in that citie,</l>
                              <l>When that the people gaſed vp and down:</l>
                              <l>For they were glad, right with the noueltie</l>
                              <l>To haue a new lady of her toun.</l>
                              <l>No more of this make I now mentioun,</l>
                              <l>But to Griſilde ayen woll I me dreſſe,</l>
                              <l>And tellen her conſtance, and her buſineſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Well buſie was Griſilde on euery thing,</l>
                              <l>That to the feaſt was appertinent:</l>
                              <l>Right nauȝt was ſhe abaſhed of her clothing,</l>
                              <l>Though they wer rude, and ſomwhat to rent,</l>
                              <l>But with glad cheare to the yate is went</l>
                              <l>With other folke, to greet the Marqueſeſſe,</l>
                              <l>And after doth ſhe forth her buſineſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>With right glad chere y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> geſts ſhe receiueth</l>
                              <l>And buxomely eueriche in his degree,</l>
                              <l>That no man defaut there perceiueth,</l>
                              <l>But euer they wondren what ſhe might bee,</l>
                              <l>That in ſo poore array was for to ſee,</l>
                              <l>And coud ſuch honour and reuerence,</l>
                              <l>And worthyly they praiſen her prudence.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In all the meane while ſhe neuer ſtent,</l>
                              <l>This maiden &amp; eke her brother to commend</l>
                              <l>With all her heart and benigne intent,</l>
                              <l>So well, that no man coud her priſe amend:</l>
                              <l>But at the laſt when theſe lords wend</l>
                              <l>To ſitten doune to meat, he gan to call</l>
                              <l>Griſilde, as ſhe was buſie in the hall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Griſilde (qd. he) as it were in his play,</l>
                              <l>How liketh thee my wife, and her beaute?</l>
                              <l>Right well my lord (qd. ſhe) for in good fay,</l>
                              <l>A fairer ſaw I neuer none than ſhe:</l>
                              <l>I pray to God ſo yeue you proſperite,</l>
                              <l>And ſo hope I, that he woll to you ſend</l>
                              <l>Pleaſaunce ynough vnto your liues end.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But one thing I beſeech, and warne alſo</l>
                              <l>That ye pricke with no ſuch turmenting</l>
                              <l>This tender maiden, as ye han do mo:</l>
                              <l>For ſhe is foſtered in her nouriſhing</l>
                              <l>More tenderly, in my ſuppoſing</l>
                              <l>She could not aduerſitie endure,</l>
                              <l>As could a poore foſtred creature.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And when this Walter ſaw her patience,</l>
                              <l>Her glad cheare, and no mallice at all,</l>
                              <l>And he ſo oft hath done her offence,</l>
                              <l>And ſhe aye conſtant, and ſtable as a wall,</l>
                              <l>Continuing euer her innocence ouer all,</l>
                              <l>This ſturdie Marques gan his heart dreſſe</l>
                              <l>To rue vpon her wifely ſtedfaſtneſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This is ynough, Griſilde mine (qd. he)</l>
                              <l>Be no more gaſt, ne euill apaid,</l>
                              <l>I haue thy faith and thy benignite,</l>
                              <l>As well as euer woman was aſſaid</l>
                              <l>In great eſtate, or poorely araid:</l>
                              <l>Now know I deare wife thy ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
                              <l>And her in armes tooke, and gan to keſſe,</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And ſhe for wonder tooke thereof no keepe:</l>
                              <l>She heard not what thing he to her ſaid:</l>
                              <l>She fared as ſhe had ſtert out of her ſleepe,</l>
                              <l>Till ſhe out of her maſedneſſe abraid.</l>
                              <l>Griſilde (qd. he) by God that for vs deid,</l>
                              <l>Thou art my wife, and none other I haue,</l>
                              <l>Ne neuer had, as God my ſoule ſaue.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This is thy doughter, which thou ſuppoſed</l>
                              <l>To be my wife, and none other faithfully:</l>
                              <l>And this ſhall be mine heir, as I haue diſpoſed,</l>
                              <l>Thou bare hem in thy body truly:</l>
                              <l>At Boloine haue I kept hem ſikerly,</l>
                              <l>Take hem ayen, for now maiſt thou not ſay,</l>
                              <l>That thou haſt lorn any of thy children tway.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And folke, that otherwiſe han ſaid of me,</l>
                              <l>I warne hem wel, that I haue done this dede</l>
                              <l>For no malice, ne for no cruelte,</l>
                              <l>But for to aſſay in thee thy womanhede:</l>
                              <l>And not to ſley my children, God forbede,</l>
                              <l>But for to keepen hem priuely and ſtill,</l>
                              <l>Till I thy purpoſe knew: and all thy will.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>When ſhe this herd, a ſwoune doun ſhe falleth</l>
                              <l>For pitous joy, and after her ſwouning,</l>
                              <l>She both her yong children to her calleth,</l>
                              <l>And in her armes pitouſly weeping,</l>
                              <l>Embraced hem both tenderly kiſſing</l>
                              <l>Full like a mother, with her ſalt teares</l>
                              <l>She bathed both her viſage and her haires.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O which a pitous thing it was to ſee</l>
                              <l>Her ſwouning, and her pitous voice to heare:</l>
                              <l>Graunt mercy lord, God thonk it you (qd. ſhe)</l>
                              <l>That ye haue ſaued me my children deare:</l>
                              <l>Now recke I neuer to be dead right here,</l>
                              <l>Sithen I ſtond in your loue, &amp; in your grace,</l>
                              <l>No force of death, ne when my ſpirit pace.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O tender, O deare, O yong children mine,</l>
                              <l>Your wofull mother wend ſtedfaſtly,</l>
                              <l>That cruell hounds, or ſome foule vermine</l>
                              <l>Had eaten you, but God of his mercy,</l>
                              <l>And your benigne father ſo tenderly</l>
                              <l>Hath done you keep: and in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſame ſtound</l>
                              <l>All ſuddainly ſhe ſwapt doune to the ground.</l>
                              <l>
                                 <pb n="90" facs="tcp:51487:63"/>
And in her ſwouning, ſo ſadly held ſhe</l>
                              <l>Her children two when ſhe gan hem embrace,</l>
                              <l>That with great ſleight and difficulte</l>
                              <l>The children from hir arms they gan to race:</l>
                              <l>O many a teare, on many a pitous face</l>
                              <l>Doune ran of hem tht ſtooden there beſide,</l>
                              <l>Vnneth about her might no man abide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Walter her gladdeth, and her ſorow ſlaketh,</l>
                              <l>She riſeth up all abaſhed from her traunce,</l>
                              <l>And every wight her ioy and feaſt maketh,</l>
                              <l>Till ſhe hath caught ayen her countenance,</l>
                              <l>Walter her doth ſo faithfully pleaſaunce,</l>
                              <l>That it was deintie to ſeene the chere</l>
                              <l>Betwixt hem two when they were met ifere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Theſe ladies all, when they her time ſey,</l>
                              <l>Han taken her, and into chamber gone,</l>
                              <l>And ſtrippen her out of her rude arrey,</l>
                              <l>And in a cloth of gold that bright ſhone,</l>
                              <l>With a croune of many a rich ſtone</l>
                              <l>Vpon her head, they her into hall brought:</l>
                              <l>And there ſhe was honoured as ſhe ought.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thus hath this pitous day a blisful end:</l>
                              <l>For every man and woman doth his might</l>
                              <l>This day in mirth and revel to diſpend,</l>
                              <l>Till on the welkin ſhone the ſterres bright:</l>
                              <l>For more ſolemne in every mans ſight</l>
                              <l>This feaſt was, and greater of co<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                    <desc>••</desc>
                                 </gap>age,</l>
                              <l>Than was the revell of her mariage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Well many a year in high proſperite</l>
                              <l>Liven theſe two in concord and in reſt,</l>
                              <l>And richly his doughter maried he</l>
                              <l>Vnto a lord, one of the worthieſt</l>
                              <l>Of all Itaile, and then in peace and reſt</l>
                              <l>His wiues father in his court he kept,</l>
                              <l>Till that his ſoule out of his body crept.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>His ſonne ſucceedeth in his heritage,</l>
                              <l>In reſt and peace after his fathers day:</l>
                              <l>And fortunate was eke in mariage,</l>
                              <l>All put he not his wife in great aſſay:</l>
                              <l>This world is not ſo ſtrong, it is no nay,</l>
                              <l>As it hath been in old times yore,</l>
                              <l>And her kneth what the autour ſaith therfore.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>THis ſtory is ſaid, not for that wiues ſhould</l>
                              <l>Followen Griſild, as in humilite:</l>
                              <l>For it were importable tho they would,</l>
                              <l>But that every wight in his degre</l>
                              <l>Should he conſtant in all adverſite</l>
                              <l>As was Griſild: wherefore Petrarke writeth</l>
                              <l>This ſtory, which with high ſtile he enditeth.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>* For ſith a woman was ſo patient</l>
                              <l>Vnto a mortal man, well more we ought</l>
                              <l>Receive all in gree that God us ſent.</l>
                              <l>For great skill he preueth that he wrought:</l>
                              <l>* But he ne tempteth no man that he bought</l>
                              <l>As ſaith ſaint Iame, if ye his piſtell read,</l>
                              <l>He preueth folke but aſſay, it is no dread.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>* And ſuffereth vs as for our exerciſe</l>
                              <l>With ſharpe ſcourges of adverſite,</l>
                              <l>Well oft to be beaten in ſondry wiſe:</l>
                              <l>Not for to know our will, for certes he</l>
                              <l>Or we were borne, knew all our freelte:</l>
                              <l>And for our beſt is all his governaunce,</l>
                              <l>Let us live then in vertuous ſuffraunce.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But one word herkeneth lordings or ye go:</l>
                              <l>It were full hard to find now adayes</l>
                              <l>In all a countrey, Griſilds three or two:</l>
                              <l>For if they were put to ſuch aſſays,</l>
                              <l>The gold of hem hath ſo bad alayes</l>
                              <l>With braſſe, for though it be faire at eie,</l>
                              <l>It will rather braſt a two than plie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For which here, for the wiues loue of Bath</l>
                              <l>Whoſe life and ſect mighty God maintene</l>
                              <l>In high maiſtry, or elſe were it skath,</l>
                              <l>I will with Iuſtie hert, freſh, and greene,</l>
                              <l>Say you a ſong, to glad you I wene:</l>
                              <l>And let us ſtint of earneſt mattere.</l>
                              <l>Herkneth my ſong that ſaith in this manere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <div type="envoy">
                              <head>Lenuoye de Chaucer à les mariz de noſtre temps.</head>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>GRiſilde is dead and eke hir patience,</l>
                                 <l>And both at once buried in Itaile:</l>
                                 <l>For which I cry in open audience,</l>
                                 <l>No wedded wan be ſo hardy to aſſaile</l>
                                 <l>His wiues patience, in truſt to find</l>
                                 <l>Griſildes, for in certaine he ſhall faile.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>O noble wiues, full of high prudence,</l>
                                 <l>Let no humility your tongue naile:</l>
                                 <l>Ne let no clerke have cauſe ne diligence</l>
                                 <l>To write of you a ſtorie of ſuch maruaile</l>
                                 <l>As of Griſild patient and kinde,</l>
                                 <l>Leſt Chechiface ſwallow you in her entraile.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Followeth Ecco, that holdeth no ſilence,</l>
                                 <l>But euer anſwereth at the contretaile:</l>
                                 <l>Beth no addaſſed for your innocence,</l>
                                 <l>But ſharpely taketh on you the gouernaile:</l>
                                 <l>Enprinteth well this leſſon in your minde,</l>
                                 <l>For common profit, ſith it may auaile.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Ne dredeth hem not, doth hem no reverence,</l>
                                 <l>For though thine husbond armed be in maile</l>
                                 <l>The arrows of thy crabbed eloquence</l>
                                 <l>Shal perce his breſt, &amp; eke his adventaile:</l>
                                 <l>In iealouſie eke looke thou him binde,</l>
                                 <l>And y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhall make him couch as doth a quaile.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>If thou be faire, there folke ben in preſence</l>
                                 <l>Shew thou thy viſage, and thine apparaile:</l>
                                 <l>If thou be foule, be free of thy diſpence,</l>
                                 <l>To get thee friends aye do thy travaile:</l>
                                 <l>Be aye of cheare as light as lefe on linde,</l>
                                 <l>And let him care, weepen, wring and waile.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Ye arch wiues, ſtondeth aye at your defence,</l>
                                 <l>Sith ye be ſtrong, as is a great camaile:</l>
                                 <l>Ne ſuffreth not that men do you offence.</l>
                                 <l>And ye ſclendre wives, feeble as in battaile,</l>
                                 <l>Beth eygre as any tygre is in Inde:</l>
                                 <l>Aye clappeth as a mill, I you counſail.</l>
                              </lg>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                     </div>
                  </div>
                  <trailer>¶Here endeth the clerk of Oxenfords tale.</trailer>
               </div>
               <div type="transitional_text">
                  <pb n="91" facs="tcp:51487:63"/>
                  <head>¶Here follow the words of our Hoſt.</head>
                  <l>When this worthy clerke ended had his tale,</l>
                  <l>Our Hoſt ſaid and ſworen by cockes bones,</l>
                  <l>Me were leuer than a barrel af ale</l>
                  <l>My wife at home had heard this legend ones:</l>
                  <l>This is a gentle tale for the nones,</l>
                  <l>As to my purpoſe, wiſt ye my will,</l>
                  <l>But thing that woll not be, let it be ſtill.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Frankeleins Prologue.</head>
                     <l>THeſe old gentle Britons in her dayes,</l>
                     <l>Of divers auentures maden layes,</l>
                     <l>Rimed at firſt in her mother tong:</l>
                     <l>Which layes with her inſtruments they ſong</l>
                     <l>Or elſe readen hem for her pleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>And one of hem have I in remembraunce,</l>
                     <l>Which I ſhall ſay, as willing as I can.</l>
                     <l>But ſirs, becauſe I am a borell man,</l>
                     <l>At my beginning firſt I you beſeech,</l>
                     <l>Haue me excuſed of my rude ſpeech:</l>
                     <l>I learned never Rhetoricke certaine,</l>
                     <l>Thing that I ſpeke mote be bare and plaine:</l>
                     <l>I ſlept neuer on the mount of Pernaſo,</l>
                     <l>Ne learned Marcus Tullius Cicero.</l>
                     <l>Colours ne know I none, withouten dread,</l>
                     <l>But ſuch colours as growen in the mead,</l>
                     <l>Or els ſuch as men dien or paint:</l>
                     <l>Colours of Rhetoricke been to me quaint,</l>
                     <l>Ny ſpirit feeleth not of ſuch mattere.</l>
                     <l>This is my tale, if ye woll it here.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Frankeleins Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>AUrelius, after much labour and coſt beſtowed to win the love of Dorigen, another mans
wife, is content in the end, through the good dealing of her and her husband, to loſe
both labour and coſt. The ſcope of this Tale ſeemeth a contention in courteſie.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <l>IN Armorike, that called is Britaine,</l>
                        <l>There was a knight, that loved and did
his paine</l>
                        <l>To ſerven Ladies in his beſt wiſe,</l>
                        <l>And many a labour, &amp; many a great empriſe</l>
                        <l>He for his Lady wrought, ere ſhe were won:</l>
                        <l>For ſhe was one the faireſt vnder ſon;</l>
                        <l>And eke thereto commen of high kinrede,</l>
                        <l>That well vnneth durſt this knight for drede</l>
                        <l>Tell her his wo, his pain, and his diſtreſſe.</l>
                        <l>But at the laſt, ſhe of her worthineſſe,</l>
                        <l>And namely for his meek obeyſaunce,</l>
                        <l>Hath ſuch a pity caught of his pennaunce,</l>
                        <l>That prively ſhe fell of his accord</l>
                        <l>To take him for her husbond and her lord,</l>
                        <l>(Of ſuch lordſhip as men have over her wives,</l>
                        <l>And for to lead in the more bliſſe her lives.)</l>
                        <l>Of his free will he ſwore her as a knight,</l>
                        <l>That never in all his life day ne night</l>
                        <l>Ne ſhould he take upon him no maiſtry</l>
                        <l>Again her will, ne kithe her iealouſie,</l>
                        <l>But her obey, and follow her will in all,</l>
                        <l>As any louer to his lady ſhall:</l>
                        <l>Save that the name of ſoveraignete</l>
                        <l>That would he have for ſhame of his degree.</l>
                        <l>She thonked him, &amp; with full great humbleſs</l>
                        <l>She ſaid: ſir, ſith of your gentleneſs</l>
                        <l>Ye profred me to have ſo large a raine,</l>
                        <l>Ne would god never betwixt vs twaine</l>
                        <l>As in my gilt, were either werre or ſtrife:</l>
                        <l>Sir, I woll be your true humble wife,</l>
                        <l>Haue here my trouth, till that my hert breſt:</l>
                        <l>Thus ben they both in quiet and in reſt.</l>
                        <l>For one thing ſirs, ſafely dare I ſeine,</l>
                        <l>* That friends everich other muſt obeine,</l>
                        <l>If they woll long holden company:</l>
                        <l>* Love woll not be conſtrained by maiſtry.</l>
                        <l>When maiſtry comes, the God of loue anone</l>
                        <l>Beateth his wings, &amp; farewell he is gone.</l>
                        <l>* Loue is a thing, as any ſpirit free.</l>
                        <l>Women of kind deſiren libertee,</l>
                        <l>And not to be conſtrained as a thraſſ:</l>
                        <l>And ſo done men, if I ſooth ſay ſhall.</l>
                        <l>Looke who that moſt pacient is in loue,</l>
                        <l>He is at his auantage all aboue:</l>
                        <l>* Patience is an high vertue certain,</l>
                        <l>For it venquiſheth, as theſe clerkes ſain,</l>
                        <l>Things that rigour ſhall never attain.</l>
                        <l>For every word men may not chide or plain,</l>
                        <l>* Learneth to ſuffer, or elſe ſo mote I gone,</l>
                        <l>Ye ſhall it learne whether ye woll or none.</l>
                        <l>* For in this world certain no wight there is,</l>
                        <l>That he ne doth or ſaieth ſometime amis.</l>
                        <l>Ire, ſickneſs, or conſtellation,</l>
                        <l>Wine, wo, or chaunging of complexion,</l>
                        <l>Cauſeth full oft to done amiſſe or ſpeaken:</l>
                        <l>On every wrong a man may not be wreken.</l>
                        <l>* After the time muſt be temperaunce</l>
                        <l>To every wight that can of governaunce.</l>
                        <l>And therefore hath this worthy wiſe knight,</l>
                        <l>(To liven in eaſe) ſuffraunce her hight:</l>
                        <l>And ſhe to him full wiſely gan ſwere,</l>
                        <l>That never ſhould there be default in here.</l>
                        <l>Here may men ſee, humble and wiſe accord:</l>
                        <l>Thus hath ſhe take her ſervant and her lord,</l>
                        <l>Servaunt in loue, and lord in marriage,</l>
                        <l>Then was he both in lordſhip and ſeruage:</l>
                        <l>Servage? nay, but in lordſhip aboue,</l>
                        <l>Sithen he hath both his lady and his loue:</l>
                        <l>His lady certes, and his wife alſo,</l>
                        <l>The which that law of lond accordeth to.</l>
                        <l>And when he was in this proſperity,</l>
                        <l>Home with his wife he goth into his country,</l>
                        <l>Not fer fro Denmarke, there his dwelling was</l>
                        <l>Where as he liueth in ioy and ſolas.</l>
                        <l>* Who coud tell, but he had wedded be,</l>
                        <l>The ioy, the eaſe, and the proſperity,</l>
                        <l>That is betwixt an husbond and his wife?</l>
                        <l>Evermore laſted this blisful life,</l>
                        <l>Till that this knight, of which I ſpeake thus,</l>
                        <l>(That of Caere Iuda, was cleped Aruiragus)</l>
                        <l>Shope him to dwellen a yeare or twaine</l>
                        <l>In Englond, that cleped was Britaine,</l>
                        <l>To ſeeken in armes worſhip and honour.</l>
                        <l>For all his luſt he ſet in ſuch labour,</l>
                        <l>
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And dwelt there two year, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> booke faith thus.</l>
                        <l>Now woll I ſtint of this Aruiragus,</l>
                        <l>And ſpeake I woll of Dorigen his wife,</l>
                        <l>That loueth her husbond as her hearts life:</l>
                        <l>For his abſence weepeth ſhe and ſiketh,</l>
                        <l>As done theſe noble wiues when hem liketh:</l>
                        <l>She mourneth, waileth, faſteth, &amp; plaineth,</l>
                        <l>Deſire of his preſence her ſo conſtraineth,</l>
                        <l>That all this wide world ſet ſhe at nought.</l>
                        <l>Her friends, which knew her heauy thought,</l>
                        <l>Comforten her in all that euer they may,</l>
                        <l>They preachen hir, and tellen night &amp; day,</l>
                        <l>That cauſeleſſe ſhe ſlew her ſelfe, alas,</l>
                        <l>And euery comfort poſſible in this caas,</l>
                        <l>They done to her, with all her buſineſſe,</l>
                        <l>And all to maken her leaue her heauineſſe,</l>
                        <l>* By proceſſe, as ye knowen euerychone,</l>
                        <l>Men mowen ſo long grauen in ſtone,</l>
                        <l>Till ſome figure therein printed be:</l>
                        <l>So long han they comforted her, till ſhe</l>
                        <l>Receiued hath by hope and by reaſon,</l>
                        <l>The enprinting of her conſtellation:</l>
                        <l>Through which her gret ſorrow gan aſſuage,</l>
                        <l>She may not alway enduren ſuch a rage:</l>
                        <l>And eke Aruiragus in all this care</l>
                        <l>Hath ſent his letters home of his welfare,</l>
                        <l>And that he woll come haſtily againe,</l>
                        <l>Or els had this ſorrow her heart ſlaine.</l>
                        <l>Her friends ſaw her ſorrow gan to ſlake.</l>
                        <l>And praiden her on her knees for Gods ſake</l>
                        <l>To come and romen in her companie,</l>
                        <l>Away to driuen her derke fantaſie:</l>
                        <l>And finally ſhe graunted that requeſt,</l>
                        <l>For well ſhe ſaw it was for the beſt.</l>
                        <l>Now ſtood her caſtle faſt by the ſee,</l>
                        <l>And often with her friends walked ſhee,</l>
                        <l>Her to diſporten on the bankes hie,</l>
                        <l>Where as ſhe may ſhips and barges ſie,</l>
                        <l>Sailing her courſe, where him liſt go.</l>
                        <l>But yet was that a parcell of her wo,</l>
                        <l>For to her felfe full oft alas ſaid ſhee,</l>
                        <l>Is there no ſhip, of ſo many as I ſee,</l>
                        <l>Wol bring home my lord? then were my hert</l>
                        <l>Wariſhed of theſe bitter paines ſmert.</l>
                        <l>Another time would ſhe ſit and thinke,</l>
                        <l>And caſt her eyen downward fro the brinke</l>
                        <l>But when ſhe ſaw the griſly rockes blake,</l>
                        <l>For very feare ſo would her hert quake,</l>
                        <l>That on her feet ſhe might not her ſuſtene.</l>
                        <l>Then would ſhe ſit adoune vpon the grene,</l>
                        <l>And pitouſly into the ſea behold,</l>
                        <l>And ſay right thus, with ſorrowfull ſikes cold.</l>
                        <l>* Eterne God, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> through thy purueiaunce</l>
                        <l>
                           <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>eadeſt this world by certaine gouernaunce,</l>
                        <l>In idle as men ſain doſt thou nothing make:</l>
                        <l>But lord, theſe griſly fiendly rockes blake,</l>
                        <l>That ſeemen rather a foule confuſion</l>
                        <l>Of werke, than a faire creation</l>
                        <l>Of ſuch a perfit God, wiſe and ſtable,</l>
                        <l>Why haue ye wrouȝt this werk vnreſonable?</l>
                        <l>For by this werke, north, ſouth, weſt, ne eaſt,</l>
                        <l>There nis foſtred ne man, bird, ne beaſt:</l>
                        <l>It doth no good at all, but annoyeth:</l>
                        <l>See ye not lord how mankind it deſtroyeth?</l>
                        <l>An hundred thouſand bodies of mankind</l>
                        <l>Haue rockes iſlaine, all be they not in mind.</l>
                        <l>Sin mankind is ſo faire a part of thy werke</l>
                        <l>That thou it madeſt like thy owne werke,</l>
                        <l>Then ſeemed it ye had a great cherte</l>
                        <l>Toward mankind: but how then may it be,</l>
                        <l>That ye ſuch meanes maken it to diſtroyen?</l>
                        <l>Which means don no good, but euer anoyen.</l>
                        <l>* I wote well clerkes woll ſaine as hem leſt</l>
                        <l>By arguments, that all is for the beſt:</l>
                        <l>Though I ne cannot the cauſes well know,</l>
                        <l>But thilke God that made the wind to blow,</l>
                        <l>As keepe my lord, this is my concluſion.</l>
                        <l>To clerkes lete I all this diſputation:</l>
                        <l>And would God that all theſe rockes blake</l>
                        <l>Were ſonken into hell for his ſake.</l>
                        <l>Theſe rockes doe ſlee mine heart for feare:</l>
                        <l>Thus would ſhe ſay with many a pitous tear.</l>
                        <l>Her friends ſaw it was for her no diſport</l>
                        <l>To romen by the ſea, but diſcomfort,</l>
                        <l>And ſhapen hem to plaine ſome where els,</l>
                        <l>They leaden her by riuers and by wels,</l>
                        <l>And eke in other places delectables,</l>
                        <l>They dauncen and they plaien at the tables.</l>
                        <l>So on a day, right in the morrow tide,</l>
                        <l>Vnto a garden that was there beſide,</l>
                        <l>In which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they had made her ordinaunce</l>
                        <l>Of vitailes, and other purueyaunce,</l>
                        <l>They gone and plaien hem all the long day:</l>
                        <l>And this was in the ſixt morrow of May,</l>
                        <l>Which May hath painted with his ſoft ſhours</l>
                        <l>This garden full of leaues and of flours:</l>
                        <l>And craft of mans hond ſo curiouſly</l>
                        <l>Arrayed had this garden truly,</l>
                        <l>That neuer nas there garden of ſuch priſe,</l>
                        <l>But if it were the very paradiſe.</l>
                        <l>The odour of flours, and the freſh ſight</l>
                        <l>Would have made any living hert light</l>
                        <l>That ever was, but it too great ſickneſſe</l>
                        <l>Or too great ſorrow held it in diſtreſſe,</l>
                        <l>So was it full of beauty, with pleaſaunce.</l>
                        <l>And after dinner gone they to daunce</l>
                        <l>And ſing alſo, ſave Dorigene alone,</l>
                        <l>That yet unto her ſelfe made her mone.</l>
                        <l>For ſhe ne ſeie him on the daunce go,</l>
                        <l>That was her husbond, and her love alſo:</l>
                        <l>But natheleſſe, ſhe muſt her time abide,</l>
                        <l>And with good hope let her ſorrow ſlide.</l>
                        <l>Vpon this daunce, among other men</l>
                        <l>Daunced a ſquier before Dorigen,</l>
                        <l>That freſher was and iollier of array,</l>
                        <l>As to my dome, than is the month of May.</l>
                        <l>He ſingeth and daunceth, paſſing euery man,</l>
                        <l>That is or was ſithen the world began:</l>
                        <l>He was therewith, &amp; men ſhould him diſcriue,</l>
                        <l>One of the beſt faring men on liue,</l>
                        <l>Yong, ſtrong, vertuous, rich, and wiſe,</l>
                        <l>And well beloued, and holden of great priſe.</l>
                        <l>And ſhortly, if I the ſooth tell ſhall,</l>
                        <l>Vnwitting of this Dorigen at all,</l>
                        <l>This luſty ſquier, ſeruaunt to Venus,</l>
                        <l>Which ycleaped was Aurelius,</l>
                        <l>Had loved her beſt of any creature</l>
                        <l>Two yeare &amp; more, as was his auenture:</l>
                        <l>But never durſt he tell her his greuance,</l>
                        <l>* Withouten cup he dronke all his pennance.</l>
                        <l>He was diſpaired, nothing durſt he ſay,</l>
                        <l>Saue in his ſongs ſomewhat would he wray</l>
                        <l>
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His wo, as in generall complaining,</l>
                        <l>He ſaid he loued, and was beloued nothing:</l>
                        <l>Of which mattere made he many layes,</l>
                        <l>Songs, complaints, roundels, &amp; verilayes,</l>
                        <l>How that he durſt not his ſorrow tell,</l>
                        <l>But languiſh, as doth a furie in hell,</l>
                        <l>And die he muſt (he ſaid) as did Ecco</l>
                        <l>For Narciſſus, that durſt not tell his wo.</l>
                        <l>In other manner than ye heard me ſay,</l>
                        <l>Ne durſt not he to her his wo bewray,</l>
                        <l>Saue perauenture ſometime at daunces,</l>
                        <l>There young folke keepen her obſeruaunces,</l>
                        <l>It may well be he looked on her face</l>
                        <l>In ſuch a wiſe, as men that asken grace,</l>
                        <l>But nothing wiſt ſhe of his entent:</l>
                        <l>Natheleſſe it happed, ere they thence went,</l>
                        <l>Becauſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he was her neere neighbour,</l>
                        <l>And was a man of worſhip and honour,</l>
                        <l>And ſhe had yknowne him of time yore,</l>
                        <l>They fell in ſpeech, &amp; ſo forth more &amp; more</l>
                        <l>Vnto his purpoſe then drow Aurelius:</l>
                        <l>And when he ſaw his time, he ſaid thus.</l>
                        <l>Madame (qd. he) by God y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> this World made,</l>
                        <l>So y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I wiſt, that I might your hert glade,</l>
                        <l>I would that day, that your Aruyragus</l>
                        <l>Went ouer the ſea, that I Aurelius</l>
                        <l>Had went there y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ſhould neuer come again:</l>
                        <l>For well I wot my ſeruice is in vain,</l>
                        <l>My guerdon nis but breſting of mine hert:</l>
                        <l>Madam, rueth vpon my paines ſmert,</l>
                        <l>For with one word ye may me ſlee or ſaue,</l>
                        <l>Here at your foot God would y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I were graue.</l>
                        <l>I haue as now no leiſure more to ſey:</l>
                        <l>Haue mercy ſweet, or ye woll doe me dey.</l>
                        <l>She gan to looke vpon Aurelius,</l>
                        <l>Is this your will (qd. ſhe) and ſay ye thus?</l>
                        <l>Neuer erſt (qd. ſhe) ne wiſt I what ye ment:</l>
                        <l>But now I know Aurelius your entent.</l>
                        <l>By thilke God that yaue me ſoule &amp; life,</l>
                        <l>Ne ſhall I neuer be vntrew wife</l>
                        <l>In word ne werke, as far as I haue wit,</l>
                        <l>I woll ben his to whom I am knit:</l>
                        <l>Take this for a final anſwere of me,</l>
                        <l>But after this in play thus ſaid ſhe.</l>
                        <l>Aurelius (qd. ſhe) by God aboue</l>
                        <l>Yet woll I graunt you to been your loue</l>
                        <l>(Sithen I ſee you ſo pitouſly complaine.)</l>
                        <l>Looke what day that endlong in Britaine.</l>
                        <l>Ye remeue all the rocks, ſtone by ſtone,</l>
                        <l>That they ne let ſhip ne boat to gone,</l>
                        <l>I ſay when ye haue made theſe coaſts ſo clene</l>
                        <l>Of rockes, that there nis no ſtone yſeen,</l>
                        <l>Then woll I loue you beſt of any man,</l>
                        <l>Here haue my trouth, in all that euer I can.</l>
                        <l>Is there none other grace in you (qd. he?)</l>
                        <l>No by that lord (qd. ſhe) that maked me.</l>
                        <l>For well I wote that it ſhall never betide,</l>
                        <l>Let ſuch follie out of your heart glide.</l>
                        <l>* What deintie ſhould a man haue in his life</l>
                        <l>For to goe loue another mans wife?</l>
                        <l>That hath her body when ſo that him liketh.</l>
                        <l>Aurelius full often ſore ſiketh:</l>
                        <l>Wo was Aurely when he this herd,</l>
                        <l>And with a ſorowfull chere he thus anſwerd.</l>
                        <l>Madame (qd. he) this were impoſſible:</l>
                        <l>Then mote I die on ſuddaine death horrible:</l>
                        <l>And with that word he turned him anone.</l>
                        <l>Tho come her other friends everichone,</l>
                        <l>And in the aleyes romeden up and doun,</l>
                        <l>And nothing wiſt of this concluſioun,</l>
                        <l>But ſuddainely began to revell new,</l>
                        <l>Till that the bright ſonne had loſt his hew.</l>
                        <l>For the orizont hath reft the ſunne his light,</l>
                        <l>This is as much to ſay, as it was night:</l>
                        <l>And home they gone in ioy and in ſolas,</l>
                        <l>Save onely wretched Aurelius, alas:</l>
                        <l>He to his houſe is gone with ſorrowfull hert,</l>
                        <l>He ſaid he might not from his death aſtert</l>
                        <l>Him ſeemed, that he felt his heart all cold,</l>
                        <l>And up to heaven his honds gan he hold,</l>
                        <l>And on his knees bare he ſet him adoun,</l>
                        <l>And in his raving ſaid this oriſoun:</l>
                        <l>For very wo out of his wit he braied,</l>
                        <l>He ne wiſt what he ſpake, but thus he ſaid.</l>
                        <l>With pitous heart hath he his complaint be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gon</l>
                        <l>Vnto the goddes, and firſt unto the ſon</l>
                        <l>He ſaid: God Apollo and governour</l>
                        <l>Of every plant, hearbe, tree, and flour,</l>
                        <l>That yeueſt after thy declination</l>
                        <l>To ilke of hem his time and ſeaſon,</l>
                        <l>As thine herberow chaungeth low and hie:</l>
                        <l>Lord Phebus, caſt thy merciable eie</l>
                        <l>On wretched Aurelius, which am but lorne,</l>
                        <l>Lo Lord, my Lady hath my death yſworne</l>
                        <l>Without guilt, but thy benignity</l>
                        <l>Vpon my deadly heart haue ſome pity.</l>
                        <l>For well I wot lord Phebus, if ye leſt,</l>
                        <l>Ye may me helpe, ſaue my lady, beſt.</l>
                        <l>Now vouch ye ſaue, that I you deuiſe</l>
                        <l>How y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I may be holpen &amp; in what wiſe.</l>
                        <l>Your blisfull ſuſter Lucina the ſhene,</l>
                        <l>That of the ſea is goddeſſe and queene,</l>
                        <l>Though Neptunus hath deitie in the ſee,</l>
                        <l>Yet empreſſe abouen him is ſhe:</l>
                        <l>Ye knowen well lord, right as her deſire</l>
                        <l>Is to be quickened and lighted of your ſire,</l>
                        <l>For which ſhe followeth you full beſily,</l>
                        <l>Right to the ſea deſireth naturally</l>
                        <l>To followen her, as ſhe that is goddeſſe</l>
                        <l>Both of the ſea and riuers more and leſſe.</l>
                        <l>Wherefore lord Phebus, this is my requeſt,</l>
                        <l>Doe this miracle, or doe mine heart breſt.</l>
                        <l>That now next at this oppſition,</l>
                        <l>Which in ſigne ſhall be of the Lion,</l>
                        <l>As prayeth her ſo great a flood to bring,</l>
                        <l>That fiue fadome at the leaſt it ouerſpring</l>
                        <l>The highieſt rocke in Armorike Britaine,</l>
                        <l>And let this floud to duren yeares twaine.</l>
                        <l>Then certes to my lady may I ſay,</l>
                        <l>Holdeth your heſt, the rockes been away:</l>
                        <l>This thing may ye lightly done for me,</l>
                        <l>Pray her to gone no faſter courſe than ye.</l>
                        <l>I ſay thus, prayeth your ſuſter that ſhe go</l>
                        <l>No faſter courſe than ye in yeares two:</l>
                        <l>Then ſhall ſhe be at the full alway,</l>
                        <l>And ſpring flood laſting both night &amp; day:</l>
                        <l>And but ſhe vouchſafe in ſuch manere</l>
                        <l>To graunt me my ſoveraigne lady dere,</l>
                        <l>Pray her to ſinken every rocke adoun</l>
                        <l>Into her owne derke regioun</l>
                        <l>Vnder the ground, there Pluto dwelleth in,</l>
                        <l>Or nevermore ſhall I my lady win.</l>
                        <l>
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Thy Temple in Delphos wol I barefoot ſeek,</l>
                        <l>O lord Phebus, ſee the teares on my cheek,</l>
                        <l>And on my paine haue ſome compaſſioun:</l>
                        <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> word, in ſwoune he fell adoun,</l>
                        <l>And for a long time he lay in a traunce.</l>
                        <l>His brother, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knew of his pennaunce,</l>
                        <l>Vp caught him, and to bed him brought.</l>
                        <l>Diſpaired in this turnment and this thought</l>
                        <l>Let I this wofull creature lie,</l>
                        <l>Cheſe he whether he woll liue or die.</l>
                        <l>Aruiragus with heale and great honour</l>
                        <l>(As he that was of chiualrie the flour)</l>
                        <l>Is comen home, and other worthy men:</l>
                        <l>O blisfull art thou now Dorigen,</l>
                        <l>That haſt thy luſty husbond in thine armes,</l>
                        <l>That freſh knight, that worthy man of arms,</l>
                        <l>That loueth thee as his own hearts life:</l>
                        <l>Nothing liſt him to be imaginatife,</l>
                        <l>If any wight had ſpoken (while he was out)</l>
                        <l>To her of loue, thereof had he no dout,</l>
                        <l>He entendeth not to ſuch matere,</l>
                        <l>But danceth, juſteth, and maketh her good chere.</l>
                        <l>And thus in joy and bliſs I let hem dwell,</l>
                        <l>And of wofull Aurelius woll I tell.</l>
                        <l>In langour and in turment deſpitous</l>
                        <l>Two yeare and more lay wretched Aurelius,</l>
                        <l>Ere any foot on earth he might gone,</l>
                        <l>Ne comfort in this time had he none,</l>
                        <l>Saue of his brother, which was a clerke,</l>
                        <l>He knew of all this wo and all this werke:</l>
                        <l>For to none other creature certaine</l>
                        <l>Of this mattere durſt he no word ſaine,</l>
                        <l>Vnder his breaſt he bare it more ſecre,</l>
                        <l>Than euer did Pamphilus for Galathe.</l>
                        <l>His breaſt was whole without for to ſeene,</l>
                        <l>But in his heart aye was the arrow keene,</l>
                        <l>And well ye knowen, that of a ſurſanure,</l>
                        <l>In ſurgerie, is per<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="3 letters">
                              <desc>•••</desc>
                           </gap>ous the cure,</l>
                        <l>But men might touch the arrow or come thereby.</l>
                        <l>His brother weepeth and waileth prively,</l>
                        <l>Till at the laſt him fell in remembraunce,</l>
                        <l>That while he was at Orleaunce in Fraunce</l>
                        <l>(As theſe clerkes yong that been likerous)</l>
                        <l>To readen arts that been curious,</l>
                        <l>Seeken in euery halke and in euery Herne</l>
                        <l>Particular ſcience for to lerne.</l>
                        <l>He him remembred, that upon a deie</l>
                        <l>At Orleaunce in ſtudie a booke he ſeie</l>
                        <l>Of Magicke naturall, which his felaw,</l>
                        <l>That was in that time a batcheler of law,</l>
                        <l>All were he there to learne another craft,</l>
                        <l>Had prively upon his dexe ylaft,</l>
                        <l>Which booke ſpake of mochell operations</l>
                        <l>Touching the eight and twentie Manſions</l>
                        <l>That longen to the Moone, and ſuch follie</l>
                        <l>As in our dayes is not worth a Flie:</l>
                        <l>For holy church ſaieth in our beleeue,</l>
                        <l>* Ne ſuffereth none illuſion us to greeue.</l>
                        <l>And when this book was in his remembrance,</l>
                        <l>Anon for ioy his heart gan to dance,</l>
                        <l>And to himſelfe he ſaied prively.</l>
                        <l>My Brother ſhall be wariſhed sikerly:</l>
                        <l>For I am siker that there be ſciences,</l>
                        <l>By which men maken diuers apparences,</l>
                        <l>Such as theſe ſubtill tregetores play.</l>
                        <l>For oft at <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>eaſts haue I well heard ſay,</l>
                        <l>That tragetors, within an hall large</l>
                        <l>Haue made come in water and a barge,</l>
                        <l>And in the hall rowen up and doun:</l>
                        <l>Sometime hath ſeemed a grim Lioun,</l>
                        <l>And ſometime floures ſpring as in a mede,</l>
                        <l>Sometime a vine, &amp; grapes white and rede:</l>
                        <l>Sometime a Caſtle of lime and ſtone,</l>
                        <l>And when hem liked, voiden hem anone:</l>
                        <l>Thus ſeemed it to every mans ſight.</l>
                        <l>Now then conclude I thus, if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I might</l>
                        <l>At Orleaunce ſome old felaw find,</l>
                        <l>That had this Moones Manſions in mind,</l>
                        <l>Or other Magicke natural aboue,</l>
                        <l>He ſhould wel make my brother haue his loue</l>
                        <l>For with an apparaunce a clerke may make</l>
                        <l>To a mans ſight, that all the rockes blake</l>
                        <l>Of Britaine were yuoided euerichone,</l>
                        <l>And ſhips by the brinke to comen and gone,</l>
                        <l>And in ſuch forme enduren a yeare or two:</l>
                        <l>Then were my brother wariſhed of his wo,</l>
                        <l>Then muſt ſhe needs holden her beheſt,</l>
                        <l>Or els he ſhall ſhame her at the leſt.</l>
                        <l>What ſhould I make a lenger tale of this?</l>
                        <l>Vnto his brothers bed he commen is,</l>
                        <l>And ſuch comfort he yaue him, for to gone</l>
                        <l>To Orleaunce, that he up ſtert anone,</l>
                        <l>And on his way then is he forth yfare,</l>
                        <l>In hope to been leſſed of his care.</l>
                        <l>When they were comen almoſt to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> citee</l>
                        <l>(But if it were a two furlong or three)</l>
                        <l>A yong clerke roming by himſelfe they met,</l>
                        <l>Which that in Latine thriftily hem gret,</l>
                        <l>And afterward he ſaied a wonder thing,</l>
                        <l>I know the whole cauſe of your comming:</l>
                        <l>And ere they farther any foot went,</l>
                        <l>He told hem all that was in her intent.</l>
                        <l>This Briton clerke asked him of fellowes,</l>
                        <l>The which he had knowen in old daies,</l>
                        <l>And he anſwerd him that they dead were,</l>
                        <l>For which he wept oft full many a tere.</l>
                        <l>Doune off his horſe Aurelius light anon,</l>
                        <l>And with this Magician forth is he gon</l>
                        <l>Home to his houſe, and made him well at eſe:</l>
                        <l>Hem lacked no vitaile that hem might pleſe.</l>
                        <l>So well araied an houſe as there was one,</l>
                        <l>Aurelius in his life ſaw neuer none.</l>
                        <l>He ſhewed him or he went to ſuppere</l>
                        <l>Forreſts and parkes full of wild dere,</l>
                        <l>He ſaw there Harts with hornes hie,</l>
                        <l>The greateſt that euer were ſeene with eie,</l>
                        <l>He ſee of hem an hundred ſlaine with hounds,</l>
                        <l>And ſome of arows bled with bitter wounds.</l>
                        <l>He ſaw, when voided were the wild dere,</l>
                        <l>Theſe fauconers upon a faire riuere,</l>
                        <l>That with the haukes han the Heron ſlaine.</l>
                        <l>Tho ſaw he knights iuſting in a plaine.</l>
                        <l>And after this he did him ſuch pleaſaunce,</l>
                        <l>That he him ſhewed his lady in a daunce,</l>
                        <l>On which himſelf daunced as him thought.</l>
                        <l>And when this maſter, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> this magike wrouȝt,</l>
                        <l>Saw it was time, he clapped his honds to,</l>
                        <l>And farewell our revel, all was ago,</l>
                        <l>And remeued neuer out of his hous,</l>
                        <l>While they ſaw all this ſight maruellous.</l>
                        <l>But in his ſtudie there his bookes bee,</l>
                        <l>They ſaten ſtill, no wight but they three.</l>
                        <l>
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To him this maiſter called his ſquier,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied him thus, is ready our ſupper?</l>
                        <l>Almoſt an hour it is, I vndertake,</l>
                        <l>Sithen I you bad our ſupper ready make,</l>
                        <l>When that theſe worthy men went with me</l>
                        <l>Into my ſtudie, there as my bookes be.</l>
                        <l>Sir (qd. the ſquier) when it liketh you,</l>
                        <l>It is all ready, though ye woll right now.</l>
                        <l>Goe we ſup then (qd. he) for the beſt,</l>
                        <l>Theſe amorous folk ſomtime mote haue reſt.</l>
                        <l>And after ſupper fell they in treate</l>
                        <l>What ſum ſhould this maiſters guerdon be,</l>
                        <l>To remeue all the rockes of Britaine,</l>
                        <l>And eke from Girond to the mouth of Saine.</l>
                        <l>He made it ſtrange &amp; ſwore ſo God him ſaue,</l>
                        <l>Leſſe than a thouſand pound would he not haue,</l>
                        <l>Ne gladly for y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſum nold he it done.</l>
                        <l>Aurelius with bliſfull heart anone</l>
                        <l>Anſwerd thus: Fie on a thouſand pound:</l>
                        <l>This wide world, which men ſay is round,</l>
                        <l>I would it yeue, if I were lord of it.</l>
                        <l>This bargaine is full driue, for we be knit,</l>
                        <l>Ye ſhall be paied truely by my trouth:</l>
                        <l>But looke now for no negligence or ſlouth,</l>
                        <l>Ne tarien vs here no lenger than to morow.</l>
                        <l>Nay (qd. this clerk) here my trouth to borow.</l>
                        <l>To bed is gone Aurelius when him leſt,</l>
                        <l>And well nigh all night he had his reſt.</l>
                        <l>What for his labour, and his hope of bliſſe,</l>
                        <l>His wofull heart of pennaunce had a liſſe.</l>
                        <l>Vpon the morrow when that it was day,</l>
                        <l>Home to Britaine tooke they the right way,</l>
                        <l>Aurelius, and this Magicine him beſide,</l>
                        <l>And been diſcended there they would abide:</l>
                        <l>And this was, as the booke doth remember,</l>
                        <l>In the cold froſtie ſeaſon of December.</l>
                        <l>Phebus waxed old, and hewed like laton,</l>
                        <l>That afore in his hot declination</l>
                        <l>Shone as the brenning gold, with ſtreames bright:</l>
                        <l>But now in capricorne adoune he light.</l>
                        <l>Whereas he ſhone full pale, I dare well ſaine,</l>
                        <l>The bitter froſt with the ſlidder raine</l>
                        <l>Deſtroyed hath the greene in euery yerd.</l>
                        <l>Ianus ſit by the fire with double berd,</l>
                        <l>And drinketh of his bugle horne the wine:</l>
                        <l>Beforn him ſtout brawne of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> tusked ſwine,</l>
                        <l>And nowell crieth euery luſtie man.</l>
                        <l>Aurelius in all that euer he can,</l>
                        <l>Doeth to this maiſter chere and reuerence,</l>
                        <l>And praieth him to doen his deligence</l>
                        <l>To bringen him out of his paines ſmart,</l>
                        <l>Or with a ſwerd that he would ſlit his hart.</l>
                        <l>This clerke ſuch routh hath on this man,</l>
                        <l>That night &amp; day he ſpeedeth him w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he can</l>
                        <l>To wait a time of his concluſion:</l>
                        <l>This is to ſay, to make illuſion,</l>
                        <l>Or ſuch an apparence of iogglerie</l>
                        <l>(I ne can no termes of Aſtrologie)</l>
                        <l>That ſhe and every wight ſhould wene &amp; ſay,</l>
                        <l>That of Britaine the rockes were away,</l>
                        <l>Or els they were ſonken vnder the ground:</l>
                        <l>Till at the laſt he hath his time yfound</l>
                        <l>To make his yapes and his wretchedneſſe</l>
                        <l>Of ſuch ſuperſtitious curſedneſſe:</l>
                        <l>His tollitan tables he forth brought</l>
                        <l>Full well corrected, him lacked nought,</l>
                        <l>Neither his collect, ne his expans yeres,</l>
                        <l>Ne his roots, ne yet his other geres</l>
                        <l>As been his centris, and his argumentes,</l>
                        <l>And his proportionell conuenientes</l>
                        <l>For his equations in euery thing.</l>
                        <l>And by his eight ſperes in his werking,</l>
                        <l>He knew full well how far alnath was ſhoue</l>
                        <l>Fro the head of thilke fixt Aries aboue,</l>
                        <l>That in the ninth ſpere conſidered is,</l>
                        <l>Full ſubtilly he had calked all this.</l>
                        <l>And when he had found his firſt Manſion,</l>
                        <l>He knew the remnaunt by proportion:</l>
                        <l>And knew the riſing of the Moone wele,</l>
                        <l>And in ſuch face, the terme and euery dele,</l>
                        <l>And knew alſo his other obſeruaunces</l>
                        <l>For ſuch illuſions and ſuch miſchaunces</l>
                        <l>As Heathen folke vſed in thilke daies:</l>
                        <l>For which ne maked he no lenger delaies,</l>
                        <l>But through his magick, for a weeke or tway</l>
                        <l>It ſeemed that all the rockes were away.</l>
                        <l>Aurelius, which that diſpaired is,</l>
                        <l>Whether he ſhall haue his loue, or fare amis,</l>
                        <l>Awaiteth night and day on this miracle:</l>
                        <l>And when he knew there was none obſtacle,</l>
                        <l>But y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> voided were theſe rocks euerichone,</l>
                        <l>Doune to the maiſters feet he fell anone,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied, I wofull wretch Aurelius,</l>
                        <l>Thanke you lord and lady mine Venus,</l>
                        <l>That me hath holpen fro my cares cold,</l>
                        <l>And to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> temple his way forth hath he hold,</l>
                        <l>Whereas he knew he ſhould his lady ſee,</l>
                        <l>And when he ſaw his time, anon right hee</l>
                        <l>With dreadfull hart and with humble chere</l>
                        <l>Salued hath his ſoueraigne lady dere.</l>
                        <l>My rightfull lady (qd. this wofull man)</l>
                        <l>Whom I ſerue and loue, as I beſt can,</l>
                        <l>And lotheſt were of all this world diſpleaſe,</l>
                        <l>Nere it that I for you haue ſuch diſeaſe,</l>
                        <l>That I muſt die here at your feet anon,</l>
                        <l>Nought would I tell how wo in me begon.</l>
                        <l>But certes either muſt I die or plaine,</l>
                        <l>Ye ſlea me guiltleſſe for very paine.</l>
                        <l>But of my death though ye haue no routh,</l>
                        <l>Auiſen you, ere that ye breake your trouth:</l>
                        <l>Repenteth you, for that like God aboue:</l>
                        <l>For ye ſlea me, becauſe that I you loue.</l>
                        <l>For Madame, well ye wot that ye haue hight</l>
                        <l>Nut that I chalenge any thing of right</l>
                        <l>Of you my ſoueraigne lady, but of your grace:</l>
                        <l>But in a garden yonde in ſuch a place,</l>
                        <l>Ye wote right well what ye behight me,</l>
                        <l>And how in my hond your trouth plight ye</l>
                        <l>To loue me beſt, God wote ye ſaied ſo,</l>
                        <l>Albeit I am vnworthy thereto.</l>
                        <l>Madame I ſpeake for the honour of you</l>
                        <l>More than for to ſaue my hearts life now:</l>
                        <l>I haue doen right as ye commaunded mee,</l>
                        <l>And if ye vouchſafe, ye may goe ſee.</l>
                        <l>Doeth as you liſt, haueth your heſt in mind,</l>
                        <l>For quick or dead, right there ye ſhall me find:</l>
                        <l>In you lieth all to doe me liue or dey,</l>
                        <l>But well I wote the rockes been all awey.</l>
                        <l>He tooke his leaue, and ſhe aſtonied ſtood,</l>
                        <l>In all her face there nas a drop of blood:</l>
                        <l>She wend neuer han come in ſuch a trap.</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) that euer this ſhould hap,</l>
                        <l>
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For wend I neuer by poſſibilite:</l>
                        <l>That ſuch a miſter or maruaile might be:</l>
                        <l>It is againſt the proceſſe of nature.</l>
                        <l>And home ſhe goeth a ſorrowfull creature,</l>
                        <l>For very feare vnneths may ſhe go,</l>
                        <l>She weepeth and waileth a day or two,</l>
                        <l>And ſwouneth, that it was routh to ſee:</l>
                        <l>But why it was, to no wight told ſhe,</l>
                        <l>For out of toune was gone Aruiragus.</l>
                        <l>But to her ſelfe ſhe ſpake, and ſaied thus</l>
                        <l>In her complaint, as ye ſhall after heare,</l>
                        <l>With face pale, and with ſorrowfull cheare.</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) on thee fortune I plain,</l>
                        <l>That vnware haſt wrapped me in thy chain:</l>
                        <l>Fro which to eſcape, wot I no ſuccour,</l>
                        <l>Saue onely death, or els diſhonour:</l>
                        <l>One of theſe two behoueth me to cheſe.</l>
                        <l>But natheles, yet had I leuer to leſe</l>
                        <l>My life, than of my body to haue ſhame,</l>
                        <l>Or know my ſelfe falſe, or leſe my name.</l>
                        <l>And with my death I may be quit ywis:</l>
                        <l>Hath there not full many a wife ere this,</l>
                        <l>And many a maid yſlaine her ſelfe alas,</l>
                        <l>Rather than with her body doen treſpas?</l>
                        <l>And certes lo, theſe ſtories been witneſſe,</l>
                        <l>When thirtie tyrants full of curſedneſſe</l>
                        <l>Had ſlain Phidon in Athens at the feaſt,</l>
                        <l>They commaunded his doughters to arreſt,</l>
                        <l>And bringen hem beforne hem in diſpite</l>
                        <l>All naked, to fulfill her foule delite:</l>
                        <l>And in her fathers blood he did hem dance</l>
                        <l>Vpon y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> pauement, God yeue him miſchance.</l>
                        <l>For which theſe wofull maidens ful of dread,</l>
                        <l>Rather than they would leſen her maiden<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>head,</l>
                        <l>They priuily been ſtert into a well,</l>
                        <l>And drenched hemſelfe, as bookes can tell.</l>
                        <l>They of Meſſene let enquire and ſeeke</l>
                        <l>Of Lacedemony fiftie maidens eke,</l>
                        <l>On which they would haue doen her lechery:</l>
                        <l>But there was none of all that company</l>
                        <l>That ſhe nas ſlaine, and with a glad intent</l>
                        <l>Cheſe rather for to dien, than to aſſent,</l>
                        <l>To been oppreſſed of her maidenhead.</l>
                        <l>Why ſhould I then to die been in dread?</l>
                        <l>Lo eke the tyrant Ariſtoclides,</l>
                        <l>That loued a maid that hight Simphalides,</l>
                        <l>When that her father ſlaine was on a night,</l>
                        <l>Vnto Dianes temple goth ſhe a non right,</l>
                        <l>And hent the Image with her armes two,</l>
                        <l>Fro which Image would ſhe neuer go,</l>
                        <l>No wight might fro it her honds to race,</l>
                        <l>Till ſhe was ſlaine right in the ſelfe place.</l>
                        <l>Now ſithens y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> maidens had ſuch deſpight</l>
                        <l>To been defouled with mans foule delight,</l>
                        <l>* Well ought a wife rather her ſelfe ſle,</l>
                        <l>Than be defouled, as thinketh me.</l>
                        <l>What ſhall I ſay of Haſdrubals wife,</l>
                        <l>That at Carthage beraft her ſelfe her life?</l>
                        <l>For when ſhe ſaw the Romans wan the toun,</l>
                        <l>She tooke her children all, and lept adoun</l>
                        <l>Into the fire, and cheſe rather to die,</l>
                        <l>Than any Romane did her villanie.</l>
                        <l>Hath not Lucrece yſlaine her ſelfe, alas</l>
                        <l>At Rome, there as ſhe oppreſſed was</l>
                        <l>Of Tarquine? for her thought it was ſhame</l>
                        <l>To liue, when that ſhe had loſt her name.</l>
                        <l>The eight maidens of Meleſie alſo</l>
                        <l>Han ſlaine hemſelue for very dread and wo,</l>
                        <l>Rather than folk of Gaule ſhould hem oppreſſe</l>
                        <l>More than a thouſand ſtories, as I geſſe,</l>
                        <l>Couth I now tell as touching this matere.</l>
                        <l>When Abradas was ſlain, his wife ſo dere</l>
                        <l>Her ſelfe ſlow, and let her blood to glide</l>
                        <l>In Abradas wounds, broad and wide,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied, my body at the leaſt way</l>
                        <l>There ſhall no wight defoule if I may.</l>
                        <l>What ſhould I mo enſamples hereof ſain,</l>
                        <l>Sithens that ſo many han hem ſlain,</l>
                        <l>Well rather than they would defouled be.</l>
                        <l>I woll conclude that it is beſt for me</l>
                        <l>Well rather ſlea my ſelfe in ſome manere,</l>
                        <l>As did Demotius doughter dere,</l>
                        <l>Becauſe that ſhe nolde not defouled be.</l>
                        <l>O Sedaſus, it is full great pite</l>
                        <l>To readen how thy doughters diden, alas?</l>
                        <l>That ſlowen hemſelfe for ſuch a maner caas.</l>
                        <l>As great a pity was it or well more,</l>
                        <l>Of the Theban maid: for that Nichanore,</l>
                        <l>One of Macedony, had her oppreſſed,</l>
                        <l>With her death her maidenhead ſhe redreſſed.</l>
                        <l>What ſhall I ſaine of Nicerates wife,</l>
                        <l>That for ſuch caſe beraft her ſelfe her life?</l>
                        <l>How true was eke to Alcibades,</l>
                        <l>His loue, that for to dien rather chees,</l>
                        <l>Than to ſuffren his body vnburied be?</l>
                        <l>Lo which a wife was Alceſte (qd. ſhe)</l>
                        <l>What ſaieth Homere of good Penelope?</l>
                        <l>All Greece knoweth of her chaſtite.</l>
                        <l>Parde of Laodomia is written thus,</l>
                        <l>That when at Troy was ſlain Protheſelaus,</l>
                        <l>No lenger nolde ſhe liue after this day.</l>
                        <l>The ſame of noble Portia tell I may,</l>
                        <l>Withouten Brutus couth ſhe not liue,</l>
                        <l>To whom ſhe had all her heart ygiue.</l>
                        <l>The perfit wifehood of Artemiſie</l>
                        <l>Honoured is throughout all Barbarie.</l>
                        <l>Oh Thenta Queene, thy wifely chaſtite</l>
                        <l>To all wiues liuing may a mirrour be.</l>
                        <l>The ſame thing I ſay of Bilia,</l>
                        <l>Of Rodogone, and eke Valeria.</l>
                        <l>Thus plained Dorigene a day or twey,</l>
                        <l>Purpoſing euer that ſhe would dey,</l>
                        <l>But natheles vpon the third night</l>
                        <l>Home came Aruiragus, the worthy knight,</l>
                        <l>And asked her why ſhe wept ſo ſore:</l>
                        <l>And ſhe gan weepen euer lenger the more.</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) that euer was I borne,</l>
                        <l>Thus haue I ſaid (qd. ſhe) thus haue I ſworn,</l>
                        <l>And told him all, as ye haue heard before:</l>
                        <l>It needeth not to rehearſe it no more.</l>
                        <l>This husbond with glad chere in ſundry wiſe</l>
                        <l>Anſwerd and ſaied, as I ſhall you deuiſe.</l>
                        <l>Is there ought els Dorigene but this?</l>
                        <l>Nay nay (qd. ſhe) God helpe me ſo as wis,</l>
                        <l>This is too much, and it were Gods will.</l>
                        <l>Yea wife (qd. he) let ſleepe that may ſtill,</l>
                        <l>It may be well: yet parauenture to day,</l>
                        <l>Ye ſhall your trouth hold by my fay.</l>
                        <l>For God ſo wiſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>y haue mercy on me,</l>
                        <l>I had well leuer ſticked for to be</l>
                        <l>For very loue which that I to you haue,</l>
                        <l>But if ye ſhould your trouth keepe and ſaue.</l>
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* Trouth is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> hieſt thing that men may kepe.</l>
                        <l>But with that word he braſt anone to weepe,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied, I you forbid on paine of death,</l>
                        <l>That never whiles you laſteth life or breath,</l>
                        <l>To no wight tell of this miſauenture.</l>
                        <l>As I my beſt I woll my wo endure,</l>
                        <l>Ne make no countenance of heavineſſe,</l>
                        <l>That folk of you may deeme harme ne geſſe.</l>
                        <l>And forth he cleped a ſquier and a maid,</l>
                        <l>Goth forth anone with Dorigene he ſaid,</l>
                        <l>And bringeth her in ſuch a place anone.</l>
                        <l>They took her leue, &amp; on her wey they gone:</l>
                        <l>But they ne wiſt why ſhe thider went,</l>
                        <l>She nolde no wight tellen her intent.</l>
                        <l>This ſquier, which that hight Aurelius,</l>
                        <l>On Dorigene which that was ſo amorous,</l>
                        <l>Of auenture happed her to meet</l>
                        <l>Amid the toune, right in the high ſtreet,</l>
                        <l>As ſhe would haue gone the way forthright</l>
                        <l>Toward the garden, there as ſhe had hight.</l>
                        <l>And he went to the gardenward alſo,</l>
                        <l>For well he ſpied when ſhe would go</l>
                        <l>Out of her houſe, to any manner place:</l>
                        <l>But thus they met of auenture or of grace,</l>
                        <l>And he ſalueth her with glad intent,</l>
                        <l>And asſked of her whi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>er that ſhe went.</l>
                        <l>And ſhe anſwerd halfe as ſhe were mad,</l>
                        <l>Vnto the garden as my husbond bad</l>
                        <l>My trouth for to hold, alas, alas.</l>
                        <l>Aurelius gan wondren of this caas,</l>
                        <l>And in his heart had great compaſſion</l>
                        <l>Of her chere, and her lamentation,</l>
                        <l>And of Aruiragus the worthy knight,</l>
                        <l>That bad her hold all that ſhe had hight,</l>
                        <l>So loth he was y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe ſhould breke her trouth:</l>
                        <l>And in his heart he caught of it great routh.</l>
                        <l>Conſidering the heſt on euery ſide,</l>
                        <l>That fro his luſt were him better abide,</l>
                        <l>Than doe ſo high a churliſh wretchedneſſe</l>
                        <l>Ayenſt fraunchiſe, and all gentleneſſe,</l>
                        <l>For which in few words ſaied he thus:</l>
                        <l>Madame, ſaieth to your lord Aruiragus,</l>
                        <l>That ſithen I ſee this great gentleneſſe</l>
                        <l>Of him, and eke I ſee well your diſtreſſe,</l>
                        <l>That ye to me ſhoulden hold your trouth,</l>
                        <l>Certes me thinketh it were great routh:</l>
                        <l>I haue well leuer euer to ſuffer wo,</l>
                        <l>Than depart the loue betwixt you two.</l>
                        <l>I you releaſe madame into your hond</l>
                        <l>Quite every ſurement and every bond</l>
                        <l>That ye haue made to me, as here beforne,</l>
                        <l>Sithens thilk time which that ye were born.</l>
                        <l>My trouth I plight, I ſhall you neuer repreve</l>
                        <l>Of no beheſt, and here I take my leve</l>
                        <l>As of the trueſt and the beſt wife</l>
                        <l>That euer yet I knew in all my life.</l>
                        <l>But euery wight beware of her beheſt,</l>
                        <l>On Dorigene remembreth at the leaſt.</l>
                        <l>* Thus can a ſquier doen a gentle dede,</l>
                        <l>As well as can a knight, withouten drede.</l>
                        <l>She thonked him vpon her knees all bare,</l>
                        <l>And home vnto her husbond is ſhe fare,</l>
                        <l>And told him all as ye han heard me ſaied:</l>
                        <l>And be ye ſiker, he was ſo well apaied,</l>
                        <l>That it were vnpoſſible me to write.</l>
                        <l>What ſhould I lenger of this caſe endite?</l>
                        <l>Aruiragus, and Dorigene his wife</l>
                        <l>In ſoueraigne bliſſe leaden forth her life,</l>
                        <l>Neuer after was there anger hem betweene,</l>
                        <l>He cheriſhed hir as though ſhe were a queene,</l>
                        <l>And ſhe was to him true for euermore.</l>
                        <l>Of theſe two folkes ye get of me no more.</l>
                        <l>Aurelius, that his coſt hath all forlorne,</l>
                        <l>Curſed the time that euer he was borne.</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. he) alas that euer I beheight</l>
                        <l>Of pured gold a thouſand pound of weight</l>
                        <l>Vnto this Philoſopher, how ſhall I doe?</l>
                        <l>I ſee no more, but that I am fordoe.</l>
                        <l>Mine heritage mote I needs goe and ſell,</l>
                        <l>And bin a begger, here may I no lenger dwell,</l>
                        <l>And ſhame all my kinrede in this place,</l>
                        <l>But I of him may get better grace.</l>
                        <l>But natheleſſe I woll of him aſſay,</l>
                        <l>At certaine daies, yeare by yeare to pay,</l>
                        <l>And thonke him of his great courteſie,</l>
                        <l>My trouth woll I keepe, I woll not lie.</l>
                        <l>With heart ſore he goth vnto his cofer</l>
                        <l>And brought gold vnto the Philoſopher</l>
                        <l>The value of fiue hundred pounds as I geſſe,</l>
                        <l>And him beſeecheth of his gentleneſſe</l>
                        <l>To graunt him daies of the remnaunt,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid: maiſter I dare mell make auaunt,</l>
                        <l>I failed never of my trouth as yet.</l>
                        <l>For ſikerly my debt ſhall be quit</l>
                        <l>Towards you, how that ever I fare</l>
                        <l>To gone a begging in my kirtle bare:</l>
                        <l>But would ye vouchſafe upon ſuerte</l>
                        <l>Two yeare or three for to reſpite me,</l>
                        <l>Then were I well, for els mote I ſell</l>
                        <l>Mine heritage, there is no more to tell.</l>
                        <l>This Philoſopher ſoberly anſwerd,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied thus, when he this word herd,</l>
                        <l>Have I not hold covenaunt unto thee?</l>
                        <l>Yes certes, well and truly (qd. he,)</l>
                        <l>Haſt thou not had thy lady as thee liketh?</l>
                        <l>No, no (qd. he) and ſorily he ſiketh.</l>
                        <l>What was the cauſe, tell me if that thou can?</l>
                        <l>Aurelius anon his tale began,</l>
                        <l>And told him all as ye han heard before,</l>
                        <l>It needeth not to rehearce it any more.</l>
                        <l>He ſaied Aruiragus of gentleneſſe</l>
                        <l>Had leuer die in ſorow and in diſtreſſe,</l>
                        <l>Than his wife were of her trouth fals.</l>
                        <l>The ſorrow of Dorigene he told him als,</l>
                        <l>How loth ſhe was to been a wicked wife,</l>
                        <l>And that ſhe had leuer have loſt her life.</l>
                        <l>And y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> her trouth ſhe ſwore through innocence,</l>
                        <l>She now erſt heard ſpeake of apparence:</l>
                        <l>That made me have of her ſo great pite.</l>
                        <l>And right as freely as he ſent her to me,</l>
                        <l>As freely ſent I her to him again:</l>
                        <l>This is all &amp; ſome, there nis no more to ſain.</l>
                        <l>The Philoſopher anſwerd, leue brother,</l>
                        <l>Everych of you did gently to other:</l>
                        <l>Thou art a ſquier, and he is a knight,</l>
                        <l>But God forbid for his blisful might,</l>
                        <l>But if a clerke could doen a gentle deed</l>
                        <l>As well as any of you, it is no dreed.</l>
                        <l>Sir I releaſe thee thy thouſand pound,</l>
                        <l>As now thou were crope out of the ground,</l>
                        <l>Ne never ere now haddeſt thou knowen mee.</l>
                        <l>For ſir, I woll not taken a penny of thee.</l>
                        <l>
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For all my craft, ne nought for my trauaile:</l>
                        <l>Thou haſt ypaied right well for m<gap reason="illegible" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap> vitaile.</l>
                        <l>It is ynough, &amp; farwell and haue good day,</l>
                        <l>And tooke his horſe, &amp; rode forth on his way.</l>
                        <l>Lordings this queſtion would I aske now,</l>
                        <l>Which was the moſt free, as thinketh you?</l>
                        <l>Now telleth me, ere that I further wend,</l>
                        <l>I can no more, my tale is at an end.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Second Nonnes Prologue.</head>
                     <lg>
                        <l>THe miniſter &amp; the norice vnto vices,</l>
                        <l>Which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men clepen in Engliſh idleneſſe,</l>
                        <l>That is porter of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> gate of delices</l>
                        <l>To eſchue, and by her contrary her oppreſſe,</l>
                        <l>That is to ſaine, by lefull buſineſſe:</l>
                        <l>* Well ought we to doen our intent</l>
                        <l>Leaſt that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fiend through idleneſſe vs hent.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>For he that with his thouſand cords ſlie</l>
                        <l>Continually vs waiteth to be clap,</l>
                        <l>When he may man in idleneſſe eſpie,</l>
                        <l>He can ſo lightly catch him in his trap,</l>
                        <l>Till that a man be hent right by the lap,</l>
                        <l>He nis not ware, the fiend hath him in hond:</l>
                        <l>* Well ought vs werch, &amp; idleneſſe withſtond.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>And though men dreaden neuer for to die,</l>
                        <l>Yet ſee men well by reaſon doubtles,</l>
                        <l>* That idleneſſe is root of ſluggardie,</l>
                        <l>Of which there commeth neuer good en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>crees,</l>
                        <l>For ſoothly ſloth holdeth hem in a lees,</l>
                        <l>Onely to ſleepe, and for to eat and drinke,</l>
                        <l>And to deuouren all that other ſwinke.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>And for to put vs from ſuch idleneſſe,</l>
                        <l>That cauſe is of ſo great confuſion,</l>
                        <l>I haue here doen my faithfull buſineſſe</l>
                        <l>After the Legend in tranſlation,</l>
                        <l>Right of thy glorious life and paſſion,</l>
                        <l>Thou with thy garlond, wrought with roſe &amp; lilly,</l>
                        <l>Thee meane I, maid &amp; martir ſaint Cecily.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>And thou that art floure of virgins all,</l>
                        <l>Of whom that Bernard liſt ſo well to write,</l>
                        <l>To thee at my beginning firſt I call,</l>
                        <l>Thou comfort of vs wretches, doe me endite</l>
                        <l>Thy maidens death, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wan through hir merite</l>
                        <l>The eterne life, and of the fiend victory,</l>
                        <l>As men may after read in her ſtory.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Thou maiden &amp; mother, doughter of thy ſon,</l>
                        <l>Thou Well of mercy, ſinfull ſoules cure.</l>
                        <l>In whom the God of bounty cheſe to won:</l>
                        <l>Thou humble and high ouer euery creature,</l>
                        <l>Thou nobleſt, and ſo farre ouer nature,</l>
                        <l>That no diſdaine the maker had of kind,</l>
                        <l>His ſon in bloud and fleſh to cloth and wind.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Within the cloyſter of thy bliſfull ſidis,</l>
                        <l>Tooke mans ſhape the eterne loue and pees:</l>
                        <l>That of the true compas Lord and guide is,</l>
                        <l>Whom heauen, earth, and ſea, withouten les</l>
                        <l>Aye herien, and thou virgine wemles</l>
                        <l>Bare of thy body, and dwelleſt maiden pure</l>
                        <l>The creator of euery creature.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Aſſembled is in the magnificence</l>
                        <l>With mercy, goodneſſe, and with ſuch pitee,</l>
                        <l>That thou art the ſonne of excellence,</l>
                        <l>Not onely that helpeſt them that praien thee,</l>
                        <l>But oftentime of thy benignitee</l>
                        <l>Full freely, or that men thine helpe beſeech,</l>
                        <l>Thou goeſt beforne, and art her liues leech.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Now helpe thou bliſfull &amp; meekefaire maid</l>
                        <l>Me flemed wretch, in this deſert of gall:</l>
                        <l>Thinke on the woman of Canane, that ſaid,</l>
                        <l>That whelpes eaten ſome of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> crums ſmall</l>
                        <l>That from her Lords table been yfall:</l>
                        <l>And though y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I vnworthy doughter of Eue</l>
                        <l>Be ſinfull, yet accepteth my beleeue.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>And for that faith is ded withouten werkis,</l>
                        <l>So for to werch, yeue me witte and ſpace,</l>
                        <l>That I be quit from the place y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> moſt derkis</l>
                        <l>O thou that art ſo faire and full of grace,</l>
                        <l>Be mine aduocate in that hie place,</l>
                        <l>There as without ende is ſong Oſanna,</l>
                        <l>Thou Chriſtes mother, &amp; doughter of Anna.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>And of thy light, my ſoule in priſon light,</l>
                        <l>That troubled is by the contagion</l>
                        <l>Of my body, and alſo by the wight</l>
                        <l>Of earthly luſt, and falſe affection:</l>
                        <l>O heauen, O refute, O ſaluation</l>
                        <l>Of hem that been in ſorow and diſtreſſe,</l>
                        <l>Now help, for to my werke I woll me dreſſe.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Yet I pray you that reden that I write,</l>
                        <l>Foryeueth me, that I doe no diligence</l>
                        <l>This ilke ſtorie ſubtilly to endite.</l>
                        <l>For hoth haue I the words and the ſentence</l>
                        <l>Of him that at the ſaints reuerence</l>
                        <l>The ſtorie wrote, and followen her legende,</l>
                        <l>And pray you that ye woll my werke amende.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Firſt woll I you the name of ſaint Cecily</l>
                        <l>Expoune, as men may in her ſtorie ſee</l>
                        <l>It is to ſay in Engliſh, Heauens lilly,</l>
                        <l>For pure chaſtneſſe of virginitie,</l>
                        <l>Or for ſhe witnes had of honeſtie,</l>
                        <l>And greene of conſcience, and of good ſame,</l>
                        <l>The ſote ſauoured Lilly was her name.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Or Cecily is to ſay, the way to blinde:</l>
                        <l>For ſhe enſample was by good teaching,</l>
                        <l>Or elſe Cecily, as I written finde,</l>
                        <l>Is joyned by a manner conioining</l>
                        <l>Of heauen and Lia, in her figuring:</l>
                        <l>The heauen is ſet for thought of holineſſe,</l>
                        <l>And Lia, for her laſting beſineſſe.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Cecily may eke be ſaied in this manere,</l>
                        <l>Wanting of blindneſſe, for her great light,</l>
                        <l>For her ſapience, and for her thewes clere.</l>
                        <l>Or els Lo, this maidens name ſo bright:</l>
                        <l>Of heuen &amp; Leos cometh, of which by right</l>
                        <l>Men might the heauen of people her call,</l>
                        <l>Enſample of good and wiſe werkes all.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>For Leos, people, in Engliſh is to ſay:</l>
                        <l>And right as men may in the heauen ſee</l>
                        <l>
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The ſunne and moon, and ſterres euery way,</l>
                        <l>Right ſo men ghoſtly, in this maiden free</l>
                        <l>Sawen of faith the great magnanimitie,</l>
                        <l>And eke the clereneſſe hole of ſapience,</l>
                        <l>And ſundrie werkes, bright of excellence.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>And right ſo as theſe Philoſophers write</l>
                        <l>That heauen is ſwift, round, &amp; eke brenning,</l>
                        <l>Right ſo was faire Cecily the white</l>
                        <l>Full ſwift and buſie in euery good working,</l>
                        <l>And round and whole in good perſeuering,</l>
                        <l>And brenning euer in charitie full bright:</l>
                        <l>Now haue I declared you what ſhe hight.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <div type="tale">
                        <head>¶The ſecond Nonnes Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>The life and death of Saint Cecily.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <lg>
                           <l>THis maiden bright Cecile, as her life
ſaith,</l>
                           <l>Was comen of Romanes &amp; of noble
kind:</l>
                           <l>And ſo foorth foſtered vp in the faith</l>
                           <l>Of Chriſt, and bare his Goſpell in her mind:</l>
                           <l>She neuer ceaſed, as I written find,</l>
                           <l>Of her prayer, and God to loue and dread,</l>
                           <l>Beſeeching him to keepe her maidenhead.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And when this maid ſhould vnto a man</l>
                           <l>I wedded be, that was full yong of age,</l>
                           <l>Which that ycleped was Valerian,</l>
                           <l>And day was come of her mariage,</l>
                           <l>She full deuout and humble in her corage,</l>
                           <l>Vnder her robe of gold, that ſat full faire,</l>
                           <l>Had next her fleſh yclad her in an haire.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And whiles that the organs made melodie,</l>
                           <l>To God alone thus in hert ſong ſhe,</l>
                           <l>O lord, my ſoule and eke my bodie gie</l>
                           <l>Vnwemmed, leſt I confounded be:</l>
                           <l>And for his loue that died vpon a tree.</l>
                           <l>Euery ſecond or third day ſhe faſt,</l>
                           <l>Aye biding in her oriſon full faſt.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>The night came, and to bed muſt ſhe gone</l>
                           <l>With her husbond, as is the manere,</l>
                           <l>And priuily ſhe ſaid vnto him anone,</l>
                           <l>O ſweet and well beloued ſpouſe dere,</l>
                           <l>There is a counſaile, and ye woll it here,</l>
                           <l>Which that right faine I would to you ſaine</l>
                           <l>So that ye me enſure, it not to bewraine.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Valerian gan faſt vnto her ſwere,</l>
                           <l>That for no caſe, ne thing that might be,</l>
                           <l>He ſhould neuer to none bewraien here:</l>
                           <l>And then at erſt thus to him ſaid ſhe,</l>
                           <l>I haue an Angell which that loueth me,</l>
                           <l>That with great loue, where ſo I wake or ſleepe,</l>
                           <l>Is ready aye my body for to keepe.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And if that he may felen out of drede,</l>
                           <l>That ye me touch or loue in vilonie,</l>
                           <l>He right anon will ſlee you with the dede,</l>
                           <l>And in your youth thus ſhall ye die.</l>
                           <l>And if that ye in clene loue me gie,</l>
                           <l>He woll you loue as me, for your cleaneſſe,</l>
                           <l>And ſhew you of his joy and brightneſſe.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>This Valerian, corrected as God wold,</l>
                           <l>Anſwerd ayen, if I ſhall truſt thee,</l>
                           <l>Let me that angell ſee, and him behold,</l>
                           <l>And if that it a very angell be,</l>
                           <l>Then woll I done as thou haſt prayed me:</l>
                           <l>And if thou loue another man forſoth,</l>
                           <l>Right with this ſword then woll I ſlee you both.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Cecile anſwerd anon in this wiſe,</l>
                           <l>If that ye luſt, that angel ſhul you ſee,</l>
                           <l>So that ye trow on Chriſt, and you baptiſe,</l>
                           <l>Goth forth to Via apia (qd. ſhe)</l>
                           <l>That from this toun ne ſtant but miles three,</l>
                           <l>And to the poore folke that there doe dwell</l>
                           <l>Say hem right thus, as I ſhall you tell.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Tell hem that I Cecile, you to hem ſent</l>
                           <l>To ſhewen you the good Vrban the old,</l>
                           <l>For ſecret needs, and for good entent:</l>
                           <l>And when that ye ſaint Vrban han behold,</l>
                           <l>Tell him the words that I to you told,</l>
                           <l>And when that he hath purged you from ſin,</l>
                           <l>Then ſhall ye ſee that angell ere ye twinne.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Valerian is to that place igon,</l>
                           <l>And right as him was taught by his lerning,</l>
                           <l>He found this holy Vrban anon</l>
                           <l>Among theſe ſaints burials louting:</l>
                           <l>And he anon without tareing</l>
                           <l>Did his meſſage, and when he had it tolde,</l>
                           <l>Vrban for joy gan his honds vp hold.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>The teres from his eyen let he fall:</l>
                           <l>Almightie God, O Ieſu Chriſt (qd. he)</l>
                           <l>Sower of chaſte counſell, hierde of vs all,</l>
                           <l>The fruit of thilke ſeed of chaſtite</l>
                           <l>That thou haſt ſow in Cecile, take to thee:</l>
                           <l>Lo like a beſy bee withouten gile</l>
                           <l>Thee ſerueth aye thine owne thrall Cecile.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>For thilke ſpouſe, that ſhe tooke but newe</l>
                           <l>Full like a fierce Lion, ſhe ſendeth here</l>
                           <l>As meeke as any lambe was to ewe:</l>
                           <l>And with that word anon ther gan apere</l>
                           <l>An old man, iclad in white clothes clere,</l>
                           <l>That had a book with letters of gold in hond,</l>
                           <l>And gan biforne Valerian for to ſtond.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Valerian as deed, fell downe for drede,</l>
                           <l>When he this old man ſaw ſtanding ſo,</l>
                           <l>Which forthwith anon he herd to rede,</l>
                           <l>O Lord, O faith, O God withouten mo</l>
                           <l>Of Chriſtendome, and father of all alſo</l>
                           <l>Abouen all, and ouer all euery where:</l>
                           <l>Theſe words all with gold iwritten were,</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>When this was rad, then ſaid this old man,</l>
                           <l>Leueſt thou this thing or none, ſay ye or nay:</l>
                           <l>I leue all this thing (qd. Valerian)</l>
                           <l>Vnder the heauen no <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>ight ne thinke may</l>
                           <l>Sother thing than this, I dare well ſay.</l>
                           <l>Tho vaniſhed the old man, he niſt where,</l>
                           <l>And Pope Vrban him chriſtned right there.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
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                           <l>Valerian goeth home, and findeth Cecile</l>
                           <l>Within his chamber, with an Angell ſtonde:</l>
                           <l>This angell had of roſe and of lillye</l>
                           <l>Crownes two, the which he bare in honde,</l>
                           <l>And firſt to Cecile, as I vnderſtonde,</l>
                           <l>He yaue that one, and after gan he take</l>
                           <l>That other to Valerian her make.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>With body clean &amp; with vnwemmed thought</l>
                           <l>Keepeth aye well theſe crownes two (qd. he)</l>
                           <l>From paradiſe to you I haue hem brought,</l>
                           <l>Ne neuer more ſhullen they rotten be,</l>
                           <l>Ne leſe her ſweet ſauour, truſteth me,</l>
                           <l>Ne neuer wight ſhall ſeene hem with eye,</l>
                           <l>But he be chaſte, and hate vilonie.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And thou Valerian, for thou ſo ſonne</l>
                           <l>Aſſentedeſt to good counſell alſo,</l>
                           <l>Say what thou liſt, and thou ſhalt have thy boone.</l>
                           <l>I haue a brother (qd. Valerian tho)</l>
                           <l>That in this world I loue no man ſo,</l>
                           <l>I pray you that my brother may haue grace</l>
                           <l>To know the trouth, as I do in this place.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>The angel anſwerd, God liketh your requeſt,</l>
                           <l>And both with the palme of martirdome</l>
                           <l>Shall ye come vnto the blisfull feaſt:</l>
                           <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> word, Tiburce his brother come,</l>
                           <l>And when that he the ſauour <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>idernome,</l>
                           <l>Which that the roſes and the lillies caſt,</l>
                           <l>Within his hert he gan to wonder faſt.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And ſaid: I wonder this time of the yere</l>
                           <l>Whence that this ſote ſauour commeth ſo</l>
                           <l>Of roſes and lillies, that I ſmell here:</l>
                           <l>For though I had hem in mine hands two,</l>
                           <l>The ſauour might in me no deeper goe:</l>
                           <l>The ſweet ſmell, that in mine hert I find</l>
                           <l>Hath changed me all in another kind.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Valerian ſaid, two crownes here have we</l>
                           <l>Snow white, &amp; roſe red, that ſhineth clere,</l>
                           <l>Which that thine eyen han no might to ſee:</l>
                           <l>And as thou ſmelleſt hem through my praier</l>
                           <l>So ſhalt thou ſeen hem my leue brother dere,</l>
                           <l>If it ſo be that thou wilt without ſlouth</l>
                           <l>Beleeue aright, and know the very trouth.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Tiburce anſwerd, ſaieſt thou this to me</l>
                           <l>In ſoothneſſe, or in dreme herken I this?</l>
                           <l>In dremes (qd. Valerian) han we be</l>
                           <l>Vnto this time, brother mine iwis:</l>
                           <l>But now at erſt, out dwelling in trouth is.</l>
                           <l>How woſt you this (qd. Tiburce) &amp; in what wiſe?</l>
                           <l>Qd. Valerian, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ſhall thee deuiſe.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>The angell of God hath me y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> trouth taught</l>
                           <l>Which thou ſhalt ſeene, &amp; thou wilt reney</l>
                           <l>The idols, and be cleane, and els naught:</l>
                           <l>And of the miracles of theſe crownes twey</l>
                           <l>Saint Ambroſe in his preface luſt to ſey:</l>
                           <l>Solemnely this noble doctour dere</l>
                           <l>Commendeth it, and ſaith in this manere.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>The palme of martirdome for to receiue,</l>
                           <l>Saint Cecile, fulfilled of Gods ye<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>t,</l>
                           <l>The World and eke her chamber gan weiue,</l>
                           <l>Witneſſe Tiburces and Ceciles ſhrift,</l>
                           <l>To which God of his bounty would ſhift</l>
                           <l>Crownes two, of floures well ſmelling,</l>
                           <l>And made y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> angell hem tho crownes bring.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>The maid hath brought hem to bliſſe aboue:</l>
                           <l>The world hath wiſt what it is worth certain</l>
                           <l>Deuotion and chaſtity well for to loue.</l>
                           <l>Tho ſhewed him Cecile all open and plaine,</l>
                           <l>That all idols ben but things in vaine,</l>
                           <l>For they ben dumbe, &amp; therto they ben defe,</l>
                           <l>And charged him his idols for to lefe.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Who that troweth not this, a beaſt he is</l>
                           <l>(Qd. this Tiburce) if that I ſhall not lie.</l>
                           <l>She kiſſed his breaſt when ſhe heard this,</l>
                           <l>And was full glad he couth trouth eſpie:</l>
                           <l>This day take I thee for mine allie,</l>
                           <l>Said this blisfull maiden faire and deare,</l>
                           <l>For after that ſhe ſaid as ye may heare.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Lo right ſo as the loue of Chriſt (qd. ſhe)</l>
                           <l>Made me thy brothers wife, right in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wiſe</l>
                           <l>Anon for mine allie here take I thee,</l>
                           <l>Sithens that thou wolt thine idols deſpiſe.</l>
                           <l>Goth with thy brother now, and thee baptiſe,</l>
                           <l>And make thee clean, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou maiſt behold</l>
                           <l>The angels face, of which thy brother told.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Tiburce anſwerd, &amp; ſaid: brother deare</l>
                           <l>Firſt tell me whither I ſhal, and to w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> man:</l>
                           <l>To whom he ſaid, come forth with good chere</l>
                           <l>I woll thee lead vnto the Pope Vrban.</l>
                           <l>To Vrban brother mine Valerian</l>
                           <l>(Qd. this Tiburce) wilt thou me thider lede?</l>
                           <l>Me thinketh that it were a wonder dede.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Ne meaneſt thou not Vrban (qd. he tho)</l>
                           <l>That is ſo oft damned to be dead,</l>
                           <l>And wonneth in hal<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>es to and fro,</l>
                           <l>And dare not once putten forth his head?</l>
                           <l>Men ſhould him bren in a fire ſo red,</l>
                           <l>If he were found, &amp; men might him ſpie,</l>
                           <l>And we alſo, that beare him companie.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And while we ſeeken thilke diuinitie,</l>
                           <l>That is yh<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>d in heauen priuely,</l>
                           <l>Algate ybrent in this world ſhould be.</l>
                           <l>To whom Cecile anſwerd boldely,</l>
                           <l>* All men might dread well and skilfully</l>
                           <l>This life to le<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>e, mine own dere brother,</l>
                           <l>If this were liuing onely and none other.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>* But there is better liuing in other place,</l>
                           <l>That neuer ſhall be loſt, ne drede thee nought:</l>
                           <l>Which Gods ſon to vs told throgh his grace.</l>
                           <l>That fathers ſon which hath al thing wroght,</l>
                           <l>And all iwrought is with a skilfull thought,</l>
                           <l>The ghoſt that from the father gan procede,</l>
                           <l>Hath ſouled him withouten any drede.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>By word and by miracle, lo Gods ſon</l>
                           <l>When he was in this world, declared here,</l>
                           <l>That there is other life there men may won.</l>
                           <l>To whom anſwerd Tiburce: O ſu<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>ter dere</l>
                           <l>
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Ne ſaideſt thou right now in this manere,</l>
                           <l>There nas but one God in ſoothfattneſſe,</l>
                           <l>And now of three how may thou bere witneſſe.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>That ſhall I tell (qd. ſhe) or that I go:</l>
                           <l>* Right as a man hath ſapiences three,</l>
                           <l>Memory, engine, and intellect alſo,</l>
                           <l>So in ſuch being of diuinitie,</l>
                           <l>Three perſons may there full right well be</l>
                           <l>Tho gan ſhe there full buſily him preach</l>
                           <l>Of Chriſts ſonne, and of his paines teach.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And many points of his paſſion,</l>
                           <l>How Gods ſon in this world was withhold</l>
                           <l>To doe mankind plaine remiſſion,</l>
                           <l>That was b<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>und in ſinnes and cares cold.</l>
                           <l>All theſe things the vnto Tiburce told,</l>
                           <l>And after this Tiburce in good intent,</l>
                           <l>With Valerian to Pope Vrban went.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>That thonked God, &amp; with glad hert &amp; light</l>
                           <l>He chriſtened him, &amp; made him in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> place</l>
                           <l>Perfite in his learning Gods knight:</l>
                           <l>And after this, Tiburce got ſuch grace,</l>
                           <l>That euery day he ſaw in time and ſpace</l>
                           <l>The Angell of God, and euery boone</l>
                           <l>That he God asked, it was ſped full ſoone.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>It were full hard by order for to ſaine</l>
                           <l>How many wonders Ieſu for him wrought:</l>
                           <l>But at the laſt, to tell ſhort and plaine,</l>
                           <l>The ſergeaunt of the to<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                 <desc>••</desc>
                              </gap>e for hem ſought.</l>
                           <l>And hem before Almache y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> prouoſt brought,</l>
                           <l>Which hem apoſed, and knew all her intent,</l>
                           <l>And to the Image of Iupiter hem ſent.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And ſaid, who ſo woll doe no ſacrifice,</l>
                           <l>Swap of his head, this is my ſentence here:</l>
                           <l>Anon theſe martyrs, that I you deuiſe,</l>
                           <l>One Maximus that was an officere</l>
                           <l>Of the prefectes, and his councelere</l>
                           <l>Hem hent, and when he forth the ſaints lad,</l>
                           <l>Himſelfe he wept for pity that he had.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>When Maximus had herd theſe ſaints lore,</l>
                           <l>He gote hem of the turmentours leue,</l>
                           <l>And had hem to his houſe withouten more,</l>
                           <l>And with her preaching, ere y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it were eue,</l>
                           <l>They gan from the turmentour to reue,</l>
                           <l>And from Maximus. &amp; from his folke echone</l>
                           <l>The falſe faith, to trowen in God alone.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Cecile came, when it was woxen night,</l>
                           <l>With prieſts, that hem chriſtened all in fere:</l>
                           <l>And afterward, when day was woxen light,</l>
                           <l>Cecile hem ſaid with a ſober chere:</l>
                           <l>Now Chriſts own knights both leue &amp; dere</l>
                           <l>Caſteth all away the werkes of derkeneſſe,</l>
                           <l>And armeth you in armour of brightneſſe.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Ye han forſooth idone a great bataile</l>
                           <l>Your courſe is done, your faith hath you
conſerued,</l>
                           <l>Goth to the croune of life that may not faile,</l>
                           <l>The rightfull iudge, which ye han ſerued,</l>
                           <l>Shall yeue it you, as ye have it deſerued:</l>
                           <l>And when this thing was ſaid, as I deuiſe,</l>
                           <l>Men led hem forth to done the ſacrifice.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>But when they were unto the place ibrought,</l>
                           <l>To tell ſhortly the concluſioun,</l>
                           <l>They <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>old enſence ne ſacrifice right nought,</l>
                           <l>But on her knees they ſaten hem adoun</l>
                           <l>With humble heart and ſad deuotioun,</l>
                           <l>And l<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>ſſen both her heads in the place,</l>
                           <l>Her ſo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                 <desc>••</desc>
                              </gap>es wenten to the king of grace.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>This Maximus, that ſaw the thing betide,</l>
                           <l>With <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                                 <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                              </gap> teares told it anone right:</l>
                           <l>That he her ſoules ſaw to heauen glide</l>
                           <l>With angels full of cleareneſſe and of light:</l>
                           <l>And with his word conuerted many a wight.</l>
                           <l>For which Almachius did him ſo to bete</l>
                           <l>With wh<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                 <desc>••</desc>
                              </gap>s of lead, till he his life gan lete.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Cecile him tooke, and buried him anone</l>
                           <l>By Tiburce and Valerian ſoothly,</l>
                           <l>Within her durying place vnder a ſtone:</l>
                           <l>And after this Almachius haſtily</l>
                           <l>Bad his miniſters fetchen openly</l>
                           <l>Cecile, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe might in his preſence</l>
                           <l>Doe ſacrfide, and Iupiter encence.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>But they conuerted at her wi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>e lore</l>
                           <l>Weptenfull ſore, and yaue full credence</l>
                           <l>Vnto her word, and criden more and more,</l>
                           <l>Chriſt, Gods ſonne, withouten difference</l>
                           <l>Is very God, this is all our ſentence,</l>
                           <l>That hath a ſe<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                 <desc>••</desc>
                              </gap>aunt ſo good him to ſerue?</l>
                           <l>Thus with o voice we trow though we ſterue.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Almachius, that heard all this doing,</l>
                           <l>Bad fetch Cecile, that he might her ſee:</l>
                           <l>And alderfirſt this was his asking,</l>
                           <l>What manner woman art thou (qd he?)</l>
                           <l>I am a gentlewoman borne (qd. ſhe:)</l>
                           <l>I aske of thee (qd. he) thought it thee greeue,</l>
                           <l>Of thy religion and of thy beleeue?</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Ye haue begun your queſtion fondly</l>
                           <l>(Qd. ſhe) that would two anſwers conclude</l>
                           <l>In one demaund, ye asken leaudly:</l>
                           <l>Almachius anſwerd to that ſimilitude,</l>
                           <l>Of whence commeth thine anſwere ſo rude?</l>
                           <l>Of whence (qd. ſhe) when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe was frained,</l>
                           <l>Of conſcience, and good faith vnfained.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Almachius ſaid, ne takeſt thou none hede</l>
                           <l>Of my power? and ſhe him anſwerd this:</l>
                           <l>Your might (qd. ſhe) full little is to drede:</l>
                           <l>* For euery mortall mans power nis</l>
                           <l>But ylike a bladder full of wind ywis:</l>
                           <l>For with a needles point, when it is yblow,</l>
                           <l>May all the boaſt of it be laid full low.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Full wrongfully beganſt thou (qd. he)</l>
                           <l>And yet in wrong is thy perſeueraunce:</l>
                           <l>Woſt thou not how our mighty princes free</l>
                           <l>Haue thus commanded &amp; made ordinance,</l>
                           <l>That euery chriſten wight ſhal haue penance,</l>
                           <l>But if that he his Chriſtendome withſey,</l>
                           <l>And gone all quite, if he woll it reney?</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
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                           <l>Your Princes erren, as your nobles dooth,</l>
                           <l>Qd. tho Cecile, in a wood ſentence</l>
                           <l>Ye make us guilty, and it is not ſooth:</l>
                           <l>For ye that knowen, well our innocence,</l>
                           <l>Foraſmuch as we done a reverence.</l>
                           <l>To Chriſt, and for we heare a Chriſten name,</l>
                           <l>Ye put on us a crime, and eke a blame.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>But we that well knowen thi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>ke name ſo</l>
                           <l>For vertuous, we may it not withſey,</l>
                           <l>Almachius anſwerd, cheſe one of theſe two,</l>
                           <l>Doe ſacrifice, or Chriſtendome reney,</l>
                           <l>That thou mow eſca<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>en by that <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                                 <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                              </gap>.</l>
                           <l>At which word the holy blisful maid</l>
                           <l>Gan for to laugh, and to the iudge ſhe ſaid:</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>O iudge confuſed <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 span">
                                 <desc>〈…〉</desc>
                              </gap>
                           </l>
                           <l>Wolt thou that I reney innocene<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>?</l>
                           <l>To make me a wicked wight (qd. ſhe)</l>
                           <l>Lo he diſſimuleth here in audience,</l>
                           <l>He ſtareth and woddeth in his adv<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                 <desc>••</desc>
                              </gap>ence:</l>
                           <l>To whom Almachius ſaid: O ſilly wretch,</l>
                           <l>Thou woſt not how far my might may ſtretch.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Hath not our mighty princes <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                                 <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                              </gap>
                           </l>
                           <l>To me both power and eke authorite,</l>
                           <l>To make folke to dien or to liuen?</l>
                           <l>Why ſpeakeſt thou ſo proudly then to me?</l>
                           <l>I ne ſpeake it but ſtedfaſtly (qd. ſhe)</l>
                           <l>Not proudely, for I ſay as for my ſide,</l>
                           <l>That I hate deadly thilke vice of pride.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And if thou drede not a ſooth for to hear,</l>
                           <l>Than woll I ſhewen all openly by right,</l>
                           <l>That thou haſt made a full great leſing here:</l>
                           <l>Thou ſaiſt thy princes han yeven thee might</l>
                           <l>Both to ſlee and eke to quite a wight:</l>
                           <l>Thou ne maiſt but only life bereve,</l>
                           <l>Thou haſt none other power ne leve.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>But thou maiſt ſay, thy princes han thee ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked</l>
                           <l>Miniſter of death, for if thou ſpeake of mo,</l>
                           <l>Thou lieſt: for thy power is full naked.</l>
                           <l>Do way thy boldneſs, ſaid Almachius tho,</l>
                           <l>And doe ſacrifice to our gods ere thou go.</l>
                           <l>I recke not what wrong thou me proffer,</l>
                           <l>For I can it ſuffer, as can a Philoſopher.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>But thilke wrongs may I not endure,</l>
                           <l>That thou ſpeakeſt of our gods here (qd. he.)</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Cecile anſwerd, O nice creature,</l>
                           <l>Thou ſaidſt no word ſithens thou ſpakeſt to me</l>
                           <l>That I ne knew therewith thy nicete,</l>
                           <l>And that thou were in every manner wiſe</l>
                           <l>And leaud officer, and a vaine iuſtice.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Thee lacketh nothing to thine utter eien</l>
                           <l>That thou nart blind: for thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we ſeen all</l>
                           <l>That is a ſtone, that men well may aſpien,</l>
                           <l>That ilke ſtone a god thou wolt it call:</l>
                           <l>I rede thee let thine hond upon it fall,</l>
                           <l>And taſt it well, and ſtone thou ſhalt it find,</l>
                           <l>Sens y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou ſeeſt not with thine eyen blind.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>It is a ſhame that the people ſhall</l>
                           <l>So ſcorne thee, and laugh at thy follie:</l>
                           <l>For commonly men wot it well over all:</l>
                           <l>* That mighty God is in his heavens hie,</l>
                           <l>And theſe images well maiſt thou eſpie,</l>
                           <l>To thee ne to hemſelfe may they not profite,</l>
                           <l>For in her effect they be not worth a mite.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Theſe and ſuch other words ſaiden ſhe,</l>
                           <l>And he woxe wroth, and bad ſhe ſhould be lede</l>
                           <l>Home to her houſe, and in her houſe (qd. he)</l>
                           <l>Br<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>n her in a Bathe, with flames rede:</l>
                           <l>And as he bad, right ſo was done the dede.</l>
                           <l>For in a bathe they gan her faſt ſheten,</l>
                           <l>And night &amp; day great fire under they beten.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>All the long night, and eke the day alſo,</l>
                           <l>For all the fire, and eke the bathes hete,</l>
                           <l>She ſat all cold, and felt of it no wo,</l>
                           <l>It made her not a drop for to ſwete:</l>
                           <l>But in that hath her life ſhe mote lete.</l>
                           <l>For Almachie, with a full wicked intent,</l>
                           <l>To ſleen her in the bathe, his ſonde ſent.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Three ſtrokes in the necke he ſmote her tho</l>
                           <l>The turmentour, but for no manner chaunce</l>
                           <l>He might not ſmite all her necke atwo:</l>
                           <l>And for there was at y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> time an ordinaunce</l>
                           <l>That no man doe no perſon ſuch pennaunce,</l>
                           <l>The fourth ſtroke to ſmiten, ſoft or ſore:</l>
                           <l>This turmentour durſt ſmite her no more.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>But halfe dead, with her necke ycorven there</l>
                           <l>He left her lie, and on his way he went:</l>
                           <l>The chriſten folke that about her were</l>
                           <l>With ſhetes home full faire they her hent:</l>
                           <l>Three dayes lived ſhe in this turment,</l>
                           <l>And never ceaſed the faith to teach,</l>
                           <l>That ſhe had foſtred hem, ſhe gan to preach.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And hem ſhe yave her moveables and her thing,</l>
                           <l>And to the Pope Vrban betook hem tho,</l>
                           <l>And ſaid, I asked this of the heaven king,</l>
                           <l>To have reſpite three dayes and no mo,</l>
                           <l>To recommaund to you, ere that I go,</l>
                           <l>Theſe ſoules, and that I might do werch</l>
                           <l>Here of mine houſe perpetuelliche a cherch.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Saint Vrban, with his deacons priuely</l>
                           <l>The body fette, and buried it by night</l>
                           <l>Among his other ſaints honeſtly:</l>
                           <l>Her houſe the church of ſaint Cecile hight,</l>
                           <l>Saint Vrban hallowed it, as he well might,</l>
                           <l>In which vnto this day, in noble wiſe,</l>
                           <l>Men done to Chriſt and to his ſaints ſerviſe.</l>
                        </lg>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Chanons Yeomans Prologue.</head>
                     <l>WHen ended was the life of ſaint Cecile,</l>
                     <l>Ere we fully ridden had five mile,</l>
                     <l>At Boughten vnder the blee vs gan a take</l>
                     <l>A man, that clothed was in clothes blake,</l>
                     <l>And vnder that he had a white ſurplice:</l>
                     <l>His hackney that was all pomely griſe,</l>
                     <l>So ſweat, that it wonder was to ſee,</l>
                     <l>It ſeemed that he had pricked miles three.</l>
                     <l>The horſe eke that his yeoman rode vpon,</l>
                     <l>So ſweateth, that vnneth might he gone.</l>
                     <l>
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About the paytrell ſtood the fome full hie,</l>
                     <l>He was of fome as flecked as a pie:</l>
                     <l>A male twifolde on his croper lay,</l>
                     <l>It ſemed that he carried little aray,</l>
                     <l>All light for ſommer rode this worthy man.</l>
                     <l>And in my heart wondren I began</l>
                     <l>What that he was, till I underſtood,</l>
                     <l>How that his cloke was ſewed to his hood,</l>
                     <l>For which when I had long auiſed me,</l>
                     <l>I demed him ſome chanon for to be,</l>
                     <l>His hat hing at his back by a lace,</l>
                     <l>For he had ridden more than trot or pace.</l>
                     <l>He rode aye pricking as he were wode,</l>
                     <l>A clote lefe he had laid under his hode</l>
                     <l>For ſwette, and for to keep his head fro here.</l>
                     <l>But it was ioy for to ſee him ſwete,</l>
                     <l>His forehead dropped, as a ſtillutory</l>
                     <l>Were full of plantaine or of peritory.</l>
                     <l>And when he was come, he gan to cry,</l>
                     <l>God ſave (qd. he) this ioly company:</l>
                     <l>Faſt have I pricked (qd. he) for your ſake,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe that I would you overtake,</l>
                     <l>To riden in this mery company.</l>
                     <l>His yoman was eke full of curteſie,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid ſirs, now in the morow tide</l>
                     <l>Out of your hoſtrie I ſaw you ride,</l>
                     <l>And warned here my lord and ſoveraine,</l>
                     <l>Which that to ridden with you is full faine,</l>
                     <l>For his diſport, he loveth daliance.</l>
                     <l>Friend for thy warning God yeue thee good chance.</l>
                     <l>Then ſaid our hoſt, certaine it would ſeeme</l>
                     <l>Thy lord were wiſe, and ſo I may well deme,</l>
                     <l>He is full ioconde alſo dare I ſay:</l>
                     <l>Can he ought tell a mery tale or twaie,</l>
                     <l>With which he glad may this companie?</l>
                     <l>Who ſir, my lord? Ye without lye,</l>
                     <l>He can of mirth and eke of iolite</l>
                     <l>Not but inough alſo ſir truſteth me.</l>
                     <l>And ye him knew all ſo well as doe I,</l>
                     <l>Ye would wonder how well and thriftely</l>
                     <l>He couth werke, and that in ſondry wiſe.</l>
                     <l>He hath taken on him many a great empriſe,</l>
                     <l>Which were full harde, for any that is here</l>
                     <l>To bring about, but they of him it lere.</l>
                     <l>As homely, as he rideth among you,</l>
                     <l>If ye him knew, it wold been for your prowe:</l>
                     <l>Ye would not forgon his acquaintaunce</l>
                     <l>For mochell good I dare lay in balaunce</l>
                     <l>All that I haue in my poſſeſſion.</l>
                     <l>He is a man of high diſcreſſion:</l>
                     <l>I warne you well he is a paſſing wiſe man.</l>
                     <l>Well (qd. our hoſte) I pray thee tell me than</l>
                     <l>Is he a clerke or non? tell what he is.</l>
                     <l>A clerke, nay greater than a clerke iwis,</l>
                     <l>Said the yoman, and in words few,</l>
                     <l>Hoſte, of his craft ſomwhat woll I ſhew.</l>
                     <l>I ſay my lord can ſuch a ſubtelte,</l>
                     <l>(But all his craft ye may not wete of me,</l>
                     <l>And ſomewhat help I yet to his werching)</l>
                     <l>That all the ground that we be on riding</l>
                     <l>Till we come to Canterbury towne</l>
                     <l>He could all clene turnen vp and downe,</l>
                     <l>And paue it all of ſiluer and of gold.</l>
                     <l>And when this yoman had thus itolde</l>
                     <l>Vnto our hoſte: he ſaid benedicite,</l>
                     <l>This thing is wonder meruailous to me:</l>
                     <l>(Sens that thy lord is of ſo hie prudence</l>
                     <l>Becauſe of which, men ſhuld him reuerence)</l>
                     <l>That of his worſhip wreketh he lite:</l>
                     <l>His ouereſt ſloppe is not worthy a mite</l>
                     <l>As in effect to him, ſo mote I go,</l>
                     <l>It is all baudy and to tore alſo.</l>
                     <l>Why is thy lord ſo ſlothliche I thee prey,</l>
                     <l>And is of power better clothes to bey?</l>
                     <l>If that his deed acorde with thy ſpeech</l>
                     <l>Tell me that, and that I thee beſeech?</l>
                     <l>Why (qd. this yeman) wherto aske ye me?</l>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo, for he ſhall neuer ythe:</l>
                     <l>But I woll not auowe that I ſay,</l>
                     <l>And therefore keep it ſecret I you pray,</l>
                     <l>He is too wiſe in fay, as I beleeue,</l>
                     <l>* And that is ouerdone nill not preue.</l>
                     <l>And right (as clerkes ſaine, it is a vice:</l>
                     <l>Wherfore I hold him in that leude and nice.</l>
                     <l>* For when a man hath ouergreat wit,</l>
                     <l>Full oft it happeth him to miſuſen it:</l>
                     <l>So doth my lord, &amp; that me greeueth ſore.</l>
                     <l>God amend it, I can ſay no more.</l>
                     <l>Thereof no force good yeman qd. our hoſt)</l>
                     <l>Sens of the conning of thy lord thou woſt,</l>
                     <l>Tell how he doth, I pray thee heartily,</l>
                     <l>Sens that he is ſo crafty and ſo ſly</l>
                     <l>And where dwellen ye, if it to tell be?</l>
                     <l>In the Subbarbs of a towne (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>Lurking in hernes and in lanes blind,</l>
                     <l>Whereas theſe robbers and theues by kind</l>
                     <l>Holden her priuy fearefull reſidence,</l>
                     <l>As they that dare not ſhewen her preſence</l>
                     <l>So fare we, if that I ſhall ſay the <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>othe.</l>
                     <l>Yet (qd. our hoſt) let me talke to thee:</l>
                     <l>Why art thou ſo diſcoloured in thy face?</l>
                     <l>Peter (qd. he) God yeue it harde grace:</l>
                     <l>I am ſo vſed in the hote fire to blow,</l>
                     <l>That it hath chaunged my colour as I trow,</l>
                     <l>I am not wont in no mirrour to prie,</l>
                     <l>But ſwinke ſore, and lerne to multiplie:</l>
                     <l>We blondren euer, and poren in the fire,</l>
                     <l>And for all that, we failen our deſire,</l>
                     <l>For euer we lacken our concluſion.</l>
                     <l>To much folke we do illuſion.</l>
                     <l>And borow gold, be it a pound or two,</l>
                     <l>Or ten or twelue, or many ſummes mo,</l>
                     <l>And make hem wenen at the leaſt way,</l>
                     <l>That of a pound we could maken tway:</l>
                     <l>Yet is it falſe, and aye han we good hope</l>
                     <l>It for to done, and after it we grope:</l>
                     <l>But that ſcience is ſo ferre vs beforne,</l>
                     <l>We mowe not although we had it ſworne</l>
                     <l>It ouertake, it ſlyt away ſo faſt,</l>
                     <l>It wol vs make beggers at the laſt.</l>
                     <l>Whiles this yeman was thus in his taking,</l>
                     <l>This Chanon drew him neere, &amp; herd all thing</l>
                     <l>Which this yeman ſpake, for ſuſpection</l>
                     <l>Of mennes ſpech euer had this Chanon:</l>
                     <l>* For Cato ſaieth, he that gilty is,</l>
                     <l>Demeth all thing be ſpoken of him iwis:</l>
                     <l>Becauſe of that, he gan ſo nigh to draw</l>
                     <l>To this yeman, to herken all his ſawe,</l>
                     <l>And thus he ſaid vnto his yeman tho,</l>
                     <l>Hold now thy peace, &amp; ſpeake no words mo:</l>
                     <l>For if thou do, thou ſhalt it ſore abie.</l>
                     <l>Thou ſlaundreſt me here in this companie,</l>
                     <l>
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And eke diſcouereſt that thou ſhouldeſt hide.</l>
                     <l>Ye (qd. our hoſt) tell on whatſoeuer betide</l>
                     <l>Of all this threting, recke thee not a mite.</l>
                     <l>In faith (qd. he) no more do I but lite:</l>
                     <l>And when this Chanon ſaw it would not be,</l>
                     <l>But this yeman would tell his priuite,</l>
                     <l>He fled away for very ſorow and ſhame.</l>
                     <l>A, qd. the yemon, here ſhall riſe a game:</l>
                     <l>All that I can anon woll I you tell,</l>
                     <l>Sens he is gon, the foule tende him quell:</l>
                     <l>For neuer hereafter woll I with him mete</l>
                     <l>For peny ne for pound. I you behete</l>
                     <l>He that me brought firſt unto that game,</l>
                     <l>Er that he die, ſorow haue he and ſhame.</l>
                     <l>For it is erneſt to me by my faith,</l>
                     <l>That fele I well what ſo any man ſaith:</l>
                     <l>And yet for all my ſmert and all my greue</l>
                     <l>For all my ſorow, labour and miſchiefe,</l>
                     <l>I couth neuer leaue it in no wiſe.</l>
                     <l>Now would to God my wit might ſuffice</l>
                     <l>To tellen all that longeth to that art:</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, yet woll I tell you a part,</l>
                     <l>Sens that my lord is gon, I woll not ſpare,</l>
                     <l>Such thing as I know, I woll declare.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Thanons yeomans Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>A Prieſt of London, more covetous than wiſe,
is deceived by a Chanon profeſſing the Art
of Alchimy.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <lg>
                           <l>WIth this Chanon I dwelt ſeuen
yere,</l>
                           <l>And of his ſcience I am neuer the
nere:</l>
                           <l>All that I had, I haue loſt thereby,</l>
                           <l>And God wot, ſo hath many mo than I.</l>
                           <l>There I was wont to be right freſh and gay</l>
                           <l>Of clothing, and eke of other good aray,</l>
                           <l>* Now may I weare an hoſe vpon mine hedde:</l>
                           <l>And where my colour was both freſh &amp; redde,</l>
                           <l>Now is it wanne, and of a leaden hew,</l>
                           <l>Who ſo it vſeth, ſore ſhall him rue:</l>
                           <l>* And of my ſwinke, yet blered is mine eye,</l>
                           <l>Lo which auantage it is to multiplie,</l>
                           <l>That ſliding ſcience, hath me made ſo bare,</l>
                           <l>That I haue no good, where y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> euer I fare:</l>
                           <l>And yet I amendetted ſo thereby</l>
                           <l>Of Gold, that I haue borowed truly,</l>
                           <l>That while I liue, I ſhall it quite neuer,</l>
                           <l>Let euery man beware by me euer.</l>
                           <l>What maner man that caſteth him thereto</l>
                           <l>If he continue, I hold his thrift ido</l>
                           <l>* So help me God, thereby ſhall he neuer win,</l>
                           <l>But empte his purſe, &amp; make his wits thin:</l>
                           <l>And when he, through his madneſſe and folie</l>
                           <l>Hath loſt his own good through ieopardie,</l>
                           <l>Than he exiteth other men thereto,</l>
                           <l>To leſe her good as himſelfe hath do:</l>
                           <l>* For vnto ſhrewes, ioy it is and eſe</l>
                           <l>To haue her felawes in pain and diſeſe.</l>
                           <l>For thus was I once lerned of a clerke,</l>
                           <l>Of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> no charge: I woll ſpeak of our werke.</l>
                           <l>When we be there as we ſhall exerciſe</l>
                           <l>Our eluiſh craft, we ſemen wonder wiſe.</l>
                           <l>Our termes been ſo clergiall and ſo quaint.</l>
                           <l>I blow the fire till my hert faint.</l>
                           <l>What ſhould I tell eche proportion</l>
                           <l>Of things, which that we werchen vpon?</l>
                           <l>As on fiue or ſixe ounces, may well be</l>
                           <l>Of ſiluer, or of ſome other quantite,</l>
                           <l>And beſie me to tellen you the names</l>
                           <l>Of Orpiment, brent bones, yron ſquames,</l>
                           <l>That into pouder grounden been full ſmall,</l>
                           <l>And in an earthen pot, how put is all,</l>
                           <l>And ſalt iput in, and alſo papere,</l>
                           <l>Before theſe pouders that I ſpeake of here,</l>
                           <l>And wel icouered with a lampe of glas,</l>
                           <l>And of much other thing that there was:</l>
                           <l>And of the pottes and glas engluting,</l>
                           <l>That of the aire might paſſe out nothing.</l>
                           <l>And of the elle fire, and ſmart alſo,</l>
                           <l>Which that was made, &amp; of the care and wo</l>
                           <l>That we had in our matters ſubliming.</l>
                           <l>And in amalgaming, and calſening</l>
                           <l>Of quicke ſiluer, icleped Mercurie crude,</l>
                           <l>For all our flight we cannot conclude,</l>
                           <l>Our Orpiment, and ſublimed Mercurie,</l>
                           <l>Our ground litarge eke on porphirie,</l>
                           <l>Of each of theſe, ounces a certaine,</l>
                           <l>Not helpeth us, our labour is in vaine:</l>
                           <l>Ne eke our ſpirites aſſentioun,</l>
                           <l>Ne our matters that lien all fire adoun</l>
                           <l>Mowe in our werking nothing auaile.</l>
                           <l>For loſt is all our labour and our trauaile</l>
                           <l>* And all the coſt a twentie deuil way</l>
                           <l>Is loſt alſo, which we vpon it lay.</l>
                           <l>There is alſo full many another thing,</l>
                           <l>That is to our craft appertaining,</l>
                           <l>Though I by order hem ne rehearce can:</l>
                           <l>Becauſe that I am a leude man:</l>
                           <l>Yet wol I tellen hem, as they come to minde,</l>
                           <l>Though I ne can ſet hem in her kinde,</l>
                           <l>As Bole Armoniake, Verdegrece, Borace,</l>
                           <l>And ſundry veſſels made of earth and glas,</l>
                           <l>Our vrinals, and our diſcenſories</l>
                           <l>Viols, croſſettes, and ſublimatories.</l>
                           <l>Concurbites, and alembekes eke,</l>
                           <l>And other ſuch, deare inough of a Leke,</l>
                           <l>It nedeth not to rehearce hem all:</l>
                           <l>Waters <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>ubiſiyng, and Boles gall,</l>
                           <l>Arſneke, ſal Armoniake, and Brimſtone,</l>
                           <l>And herbes cold I tell eke many one,</l>
                           <l>As Egremonie, Valerian, and Lunarie,</l>
                           <l>And other ſuch, if that me liſt to tarie.</l>
                           <l>Our lamps eke brenning both night &amp; day,</l>
                           <l>To bring abo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                 <desc>••</desc>
                              </gap> our craft if that we may.</l>
                           <l>Our fournice eke of calcination,</l>
                           <l>And of waters albification,</l>
                           <l>Vnſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>eked lime, chalke, and gleire of an eye,</l>
                           <l>Pounders diuers, aſhes, doung, piſſe, &amp; cleie,</l>
                           <l>Sered pokettes, ſalt Peter, and Vitriole,</l>
                           <l>And diuers fires made of wood and cole.</l>
                           <l>Sal Tartre, Alcaly, and Sal preparate,</l>
                           <l>And combuſt matters, and coagulate:</l>
                           <l>Cley made with horſe dung, mans here, &amp; oile</l>
                           <l>Of tartre alim, glas, berme, wort, &amp; argoile,</l>
                           <l>Reſagor, and other matters enbibing,</l>
                           <l>And eke of our matters encorporing,</l>
                           <l>And of our ſiluer citrination,</l>
                           <l>Our ſementing, and eke fermentation</l>
                           <l>
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Our yngottes, teſtes, and many things mo.</l>
                           <l>I woll you tell as was me taught alſo</l>
                           <l>The foure ſpirits, and the bodies ſeuen</l>
                           <l>By order, as oft I heard my lord nemen.</l>
                           <l>The firſt ſpirit, Quickeſiluer cleped is:</l>
                           <l>The ſecond, Orpiment: the third iwis</l>
                           <l>Sal Armoniake: the fourth Brimſtone:</l>
                           <l>The bodies ſeuen eke, lo here hem anone</l>
                           <l>Sol gold is, and Luna ſiluer we threpe,</l>
                           <l>Mars yron, Mercurie quicke ſiluer we clepe:</l>
                           <l>Saturnus leade, and Iupiter is tinne,</l>
                           <l>And Venus coper, by my father kinne.</l>
                           <l>This curſed craft, who ſo woll exerciſe,</l>
                           <l>He ſhall no good haue that may him ſuffice,</l>
                           <l>For all the good he ſpendeth thereabout</l>
                           <l>He leſe ſhall, thereof haue I no doubt.</l>
                           <l>Who ſo that liſten to vtter his foly,</l>
                           <l>Let him come forth and learne to multiplie:</l>
                           <l>And euery man that hath ought in his cofer,</l>
                           <l>Let him appere, and wex a Philoſopher:</l>
                           <l>Askaunce that craft is ſo light for to lere.</l>
                           <l>Nay, nay, God wot, all be he Monke or Frere</l>
                           <l>Prieſt or Chanon, or any other wight,</l>
                           <l>Though he ſit at his booke both day &amp; night</l>
                           <l>In learning of this eluiſh nice lore,</l>
                           <l>All is in vaine: and parde much more</l>
                           <l>Is to lere a leude man this ſubtilte,</l>
                           <l>Fie ſpeke not thereof, it woll not be,</l>
                           <l>All could he lettcure, or could he none</l>
                           <l>As in effect, he ſhall finde it all one.</l>
                           <l>For both two, by my ſaluation</l>
                           <l>Concluden in multiplication</l>
                           <l>Iliche well, when they haue all ido.</l>
                           <l>This is to ſaine, they failen both two.</l>
                           <l>Yet forgate I much rehearſaile</l>
                           <l>Of waters coroſife, and of limaile</l>
                           <l>And of bodies mollification</l>
                           <l>And alſo of her induration:</l>
                           <l>Oiles, abluſions, mettall fuſible</l>
                           <l>To tellen you all, would paſſe any bible</l>
                           <l>That o where is: wherefore as for the beſt</l>
                           <l>Of all theſe names now would I me reſt,</l>
                           <l>For as I trow, I haue you told ynow</l>
                           <l>To reiſe a fiende, all looke he neuer ſo row.</l>
                           <l>A naie let be: the Philoſophers ſtone</l>
                           <l>Elixer cleped, we ſiken faſt echone:</l>
                           <l>For had we him, then were we ſiker inow,</l>
                           <l>But vnto God of heauen I make auow,</l>
                           <l>For all our craft when that we han all ido</l>
                           <l>And all our ſleight, he woll not come vs to.</l>
                           <l>He hath made vs ſpenden much good,</l>
                           <l>For ſorow of which, almoſt we waxen wood,</l>
                           <l>But that good hope creepeth in our hart</l>
                           <l>Suppoſing euer, though we ſore ſmart,</l>
                           <l>To been relieued of him afterward:</l>
                           <l>Suppoſing and hope is ſharpe and hard.</l>
                           <l>* I warne you well it is to ſiken euer,</l>
                           <l>That future temps hath made men diſceuer</l>
                           <l>In truſt thereof, all that euer they had,</l>
                           <l>Yet of that arte they could not waxe ſad</l>
                           <l>For vnto hem it is a bitter ſweet</l>
                           <l>So ſeemeth it, for ne had they but a ſheet</l>
                           <l>Which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they might wrappen hem in a night,</l>
                           <l>And a bratte towalken in a day light,</l>
                           <l>They would hem ſell, and ſpend it on this craft,</l>
                           <l>They conne not ſtint, till nothing be ilaft:</l>
                           <l>And euermore, where that euer they gone,</l>
                           <l>Men may hem ken by ſmell of Brimſtone.</l>
                           <l>For all the world they ſtinken as a Gote,</l>
                           <l>Her ſauour is ſo Rammiſh and ſo hote,</l>
                           <l>That though a man a mile from hem be,</l>
                           <l>The ſauour woll infect him truſteth me.</l>
                           <l>Lo, thus by ſmelling, &amp; by thredbare array</l>
                           <l>If that men liſt, this folke know they may:</l>
                           <l>And if a man woll aske him priuely,</l>
                           <l>Why they be clothed ſo unthriftily,</l>
                           <l>Right anon they woll rowne in his ere,</l>
                           <l>And ſaien, if that they aſpied were,</l>
                           <l>Men woll hem ſlea, becauſe of her ſcience:</l>
                           <l>Lo thus theſe folke betraien innocence.</l>
                           <l>Paſſe ouer this, go my tale unto:</l>
                           <l>Er that the potte be on the fire ido</l>
                           <l>Of mettals, with a certaine quantite,</l>
                           <l>My lord hem tempereth, &amp; no man but he:</l>
                           <l>Now he is gon, I dare ſay boldly.</l>
                           <l>For as men ſain, he can doen craftly,</l>
                           <l>Algate I wote well he hath ſuch a name,</l>
                           <l>And yet full oft he renneth in the blame,</l>
                           <l>And wote ye how full oft it happeth ſo,</l>
                           <l>The pot breaketh, and farewell all is go.</l>
                           <l>Theſe mettales beene of ſo great violence,</l>
                           <l>Our walles may not make hem reſiſtence.</l>
                           <l>But if they were wrought of lime and ſtone,</l>
                           <l>They percen ſo, &amp; throgh the wall they gone:</l>
                           <l>And ſome of hem ſinken into the ground,</l>
                           <l>Thus have we loſt by times many a pound.</l>
                           <l>And ſome are ſcattered all the flore about,</l>
                           <l>Some lepen into the roofe withouten doubt.</l>
                           <l>Tho y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the fende not in our ſight him ſhew,</l>
                           <l>I trow that he with us be, that like ſhrew.</l>
                           <l>In hell where that he is lord and fire</l>
                           <l>Ne is there no more wo, ne angre ne ire,</l>
                           <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> our pot is broke, as I have ſaied</l>
                           <l>Euery man chite, &amp; holte him evill apuied:</l>
                           <l>Some ſaied it was long of the fire making,</l>
                           <l>Some ſaied naie, it was on the blowing,</l>
                           <l>Then was I ferde, for that was mine office.</l>
                           <l>Straw (qd. the third) ye been leude &amp; nice,</l>
                           <l>It was not tempred as it ought to be.</l>
                           <l>Nay (qd. the fourth) ſtint &amp; herken me,</l>
                           <l>Becauſe our fire was not made of Bech</l>
                           <l>That is the cauſe, &amp; none other ſo theche.</l>
                           <l>I can not tell whereon it is along,</l>
                           <l>But well I wot great ſtrife is vs among.</l>
                           <l>What (qd. my lord) there nis no more to doen</l>
                           <l>Of theſe perils I woll beware eftſone.</l>
                           <l>I am right ſiker, that the pot was craſed:</l>
                           <l>Be as be may, be ye not amaſed,</l>
                           <l>As uſage is, let ſwepe the floore as ſwithe,</l>
                           <l>Plucke vp your heart &amp; be glad and blithe.</l>
                           <l>The mullocke on an heape iſwept was,</l>
                           <l>And on the floore yeaſt a canuas,</l>
                           <l>And all this mullocke in a Siue ithrow,</l>
                           <l>And ſifted and I plucked many a throwe,</l>
                           <l>Parde (qd. one) ſomewhat of our metall</l>
                           <l>Yet is there here, though we have not all.</l>
                           <l>And tho this thing miſhapped hath as now</l>
                           <l>Another time it may been well inow.</l>
                           <l>We mote put our good in auenture,</l>
                           <l>* A marchant parde may not aie endure,</l>
                           <l>Truſteth me well, in his proſperitee:</l>
                           <l>Sometime his good is drowned in the ſee,</l>
                           <l>
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And ſometime it cometh ſafe unto the lond.</l>
                           <l>Peace (qd. my lord) y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> next time I woll fond</l>
                           <l>To bring our craft all in another plite,</l>
                           <l>And but I doe ſirs, let me have the wite:</l>
                           <l>There was default in ſomewhat wel I wote.</l>
                           <l>Another ſaid, the fire was ouer hote,</l>
                           <l>But be it hote or cold, I dare ſay this,</l>
                           <l>That we concluden euer more amis:</l>
                           <l>We failen of that which we would haue,</l>
                           <l>And in our madneſſe evermore we raue,</l>
                           <l>And when we be together everychone,</l>
                           <l>Every man ſeemeth as wiſe as Salomon.</l>
                           <l>* But all thing, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhineth as the gold</l>
                           <l>Is not gold, as that I haue heard told:</l>
                           <l>* Ne euery apple that is faire at eie,</l>
                           <l>Nis not good, what ſo men clap or crie:</l>
                           <l>Right ſo lo it fareth emong vs,</l>
                           <l>He that ſeemeth the wiſeſt by Ieſus,</l>
                           <l>* Is moſt foole, when it commeth to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> prefe:</l>
                           <l>And he that ſeemeth trueſt is a thefe.</l>
                           <l>That ſhal ye know, er y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I from ye wende,</l>
                           <l>By that I of my tale haue made an ende.</l>
                           <l>There was a Chanon of religioun</l>
                           <l>Emongs vs, would enfect all a town,</l>
                           <l>Though it as great were as Niniue:</l>
                           <l>Rome, Aliſaundre, Troie, and other three.</l>
                           <l>His ſleight and his infinite falſeneſſe</l>
                           <l>There couth no man written as I geſſe,</l>
                           <l>Though that he might liue a thouſand yere,</l>
                           <l>In all this world of falſeneſſe nis his pere.</l>
                           <l>For in his termes he woll him ſo wind,</l>
                           <l>And ſpeake his words in ſo ſlie a kind,</l>
                           <l>When be comune ſhall with any wight,</l>
                           <l>That he woll make him dote anon right,</l>
                           <l>But if a fiende he be as himſelfe is.</l>
                           <l>Full many a man hath he begiled er this.</l>
                           <l>And mo woll, if that he may liue a while:</l>
                           <l>And yet men riden &amp; gone full many a mile</l>
                           <l>Him for to ſeeke, and haue his acquaintance,</l>
                           <l>Not knowing of his falſe gouernance.</l>
                           <l>And if ye luſt to giue audience.</l>
                           <l>I woll it tellen here in your preſence.</l>
                           <l>But worſhipfull Chanons religious,</l>
                           <l>Ne demeth not that I ſlander your houſe,</l>
                           <l>Although my tale of a Chanon be:</l>
                           <l>* Of euery order ſome ſhrew is parde,</l>
                           <l>* And God forbid that all a company</l>
                           <l>Should rue a ſingular mans folly.</l>
                           <l>To ſlander you is not mine entent,</l>
                           <l>But to correct that amiſſe, is ment.</l>
                           <l>This tale was not onely told for you,</l>
                           <l>But eke for other mo: ye wote well how</l>
                           <l>That emong Chriſtes Apoſtles twelue</l>
                           <l>There was no traitour but Iudas himſelue.</l>
                           <l>Then why ſhould y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> remnant haue any blame</l>
                           <l>That guiltleſſe were? by you I ſay the ſame,</l>
                           <l>Saue onely this, if ye woll hearken me,</l>
                           <l>If any Iudas in your couent be,</l>
                           <l>Remeueth him betime, I you rede,</l>
                           <l>If ſhame or loſſe may cauſen any drede.</l>
                           <l>And be nothing diſpleaſed I you pray,</l>
                           <l>But in this caſe herketh what I ſay.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>IN London was a prieſt annuellere,</l>
                           <l>That therein had dwelt many a yere,</l>
                           <l>Which was ſo pleaſant &amp; ſo ſeruiſable</l>
                           <l>Vnto the wife where he was at Table,</l>
                           <l>That ſhe would ſuffer him nothing to pay</l>
                           <l>For borde ne clothing, went he never ſo gay,</l>
                           <l>And ſpending ſiluer had he right ynow:</l>
                           <l>Thereof no force, I woll proceed as now</l>
                           <l>And tell forth my tale of the Chanon,</l>
                           <l>That brought this prieſt to confuſion.</l>
                           <l>This falſe chanon came vpon a day</l>
                           <l>Vnto this prieſts chamber, where he lay,</l>
                           <l>Beſeeching him to lene him a certain</l>
                           <l>Of gold, and he would quite him ayen:</l>
                           <l>Leneth me a Marke (qd. he) but dayes three,</l>
                           <l>And at my day I woll quite it thee.</l>
                           <l>And if it ſo be, that thou finde me falſe,</l>
                           <l>Another day hang by the halſe.</l>
                           <l>This prieſt took him a marke, &amp; that ſwith,</l>
                           <l>And this Chanon oft thanked him ſith,</l>
                           <l>And took his leue, and went foorth his wey:</l>
                           <l>And at third day brought him his money,</l>
                           <l>And to this prieſt he took his gold ayen,</l>
                           <l>Whereof this prieſt was full glad and fain.</l>
                           <l>Certes (qd. he) nothing anoieth me</l>
                           <l>To lene a man a noble, two or three,</l>
                           <l>Or what thing were in my poſſeſſion,</l>
                           <l>When he ſo true is of condition,</l>
                           <l>That in no wiſe he break woll his day:</l>
                           <l>To ſuch a man I can never ſay nay.</l>
                           <l>What, qd. this Chanon, ſhould I be vntrue,</l>
                           <l>Nay, that were a thing fallen of new:</l>
                           <l>Trouth is a thing that I woll euer kepe</l>
                           <l>Vnto the day in which I ſhall crepe</l>
                           <l>Into my graue, or elſe God forbede:</l>
                           <l>Beleueth this as ſiker as your crede.</l>
                           <l>God thanke I, and in good time be it ſaied,</l>
                           <l>That there nas neuer man yet euill apayed</l>
                           <l>For gold ne ſiluer that he to me lent,</l>
                           <l>Ne neuer falſhede in mine hert I ment.</l>
                           <l>And ſir, qd. he, now of my priuite,</l>
                           <l>Sens ye ſo goodliche haue been to me,</l>
                           <l>And kith to me ſo great gentleneſſe,</l>
                           <l>Somwhat to quite with your kindneſſe,</l>
                           <l>I woll you ſhew, if ye woll it lere</l>
                           <l>(I ſhall it ſhew to you anon right here)</l>
                           <l>How I can werche in Philoſophy,</l>
                           <l>Take good heed, ye ſhall it ſee with your eye,</l>
                           <l>That I woll do a maiſtrie or I go.</l>
                           <l>Ye ſir (qd. the prieſt) and woll ye ſo?</l>
                           <l>Mary thereof I pray you heartily.</l>
                           <l>At your commaundement ſir truly</l>
                           <l>(Qd. the Chanon) and elſe God forbede:</l>
                           <l>Lo how this theefe couth his ſeruice bede.</l>
                           <l>* Full ſoth it is that ſuch profered ſervice</l>
                           <l>Stinketh, as witneſſeth the old wiſe,</l>
                           <l>And that full ſoone I woll it verefie</l>
                           <l>In this Chanon, root of all trecherie,</l>
                           <l>That evermore delight hath and gladneſſe</l>
                           <l>(Such fendly thoughts in his hert empreſſe)</l>
                           <l>How Chriſts people he may to miſchief bring.</l>
                           <l>God keep us from his falſe diſſimuling.</l>
                           <l>What wiſt this prieſt with whom y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he delt?</l>
                           <l>Ne of his harme comming nothing he felt.</l>
                           <l>O ſely prieſt, O ſely innocent,</l>
                           <l>With couetiſe anon thou ſhalt be blent:</l>
                           <l>O graceleſſe, full blind is thy conceite,</l>
                           <l>Nothing art thou ware of his diſceite.</l>
                           <l>
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Which that this Foxe hath ſhapen to thee:</l>
                           <l>His wily wrenches thou maieſt not flee:</l>
                           <l>Wherfore to go to the concluſion</l>
                           <l>That referreth to thy confuſion,</l>
                           <l>Vnhappy man, anon I woll me hie</l>
                           <l>To tyll thine unwitte and thy folie,</l>
                           <l>And eke the falſeneſſe of that other wretch,</l>
                           <l>As ferforth as my conning woll ſtretch.</l>
                           <l>This Chanon was my lord ye wold wene,</l>
                           <l>Sir hoſt in faith, and by the heaven Queene</l>
                           <l>It was another Chanon and not he,</l>
                           <l>That can an hundred fold more ſubtilte:</l>
                           <l>He hath betraied folke many a time,</l>
                           <l>Of his falſeneſſe it doleth me to rime:</l>
                           <l>Ever when I ſpeke of his falſhede</l>
                           <l>For ſhame of him my cheekes waxen rede:</l>
                           <l>Algates they beginnen for to glow,</l>
                           <l>For redneſſe have I none, right well I know,</l>
                           <l>In all my viſage, for fumes diuerce</l>
                           <l>Of mettals, which ye haue heard me reherce,</l>
                           <l>Conſumed and waſhed hath my redneſſe.</l>
                           <l>Now take hede of this Chanons curſedneſſe.</l>
                           <l>Sir (qd. he to the prieſt) let your man gone</l>
                           <l>For quickſiluer, that we it had anone,</l>
                           <l>And let him bring ounces two or three:</l>
                           <l>And when he commeth, as faſt ſhul you ſee</l>
                           <l>A wonder thing, which ye ſaw neuer er this.</l>
                           <l>Sir (qd. the prieſt) it ſhall be done iwis.</l>
                           <l>He had his ſeruant fetch him this thing,</l>
                           <l>And he all ready was at his bidding,</l>
                           <l>And went him forth, and came anon again</l>
                           <l>With this quickſiluer, ſhortly for to ſain,</l>
                           <l>And took theſe vnces three to the Chanoun,</l>
                           <l>And he hem laid well and faire adown:</l>
                           <l>Add had the ſeruant coles for to bring,</l>
                           <l>That he anon might go to his werking.</l>
                           <l>The coles right anon were ifet,</l>
                           <l>And this Chanon tooke out a croſſelet</l>
                           <l>Of his boſome, and ſhewed it to the prieſt:</l>
                           <l>This inſtrument (qd. he) which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou ſeeſt,</l>
                           <l>Take in thy hond, and put thy ſelfe therein</l>
                           <l>Of this quickſilver an vnce, and begin</l>
                           <l>In the name of Chriſt to wex a Philoſopher:</l>
                           <l>There be full few, which I would it profer</l>
                           <l>To ſhew hem ſo much of my ſcience:</l>
                           <l>For here ſhul ye ſee by experience,</l>
                           <l>That this quickſiluer I woll mortifie,</l>
                           <l>Right in your ſight anon withouten lie,</l>
                           <l>And make it as good ſiluer and as fine,</l>
                           <l>As there is any in your purſe or mine,</l>
                           <l>Or els where: and make it malliable,</l>
                           <l>And els hold me falſe and vnſtable</l>
                           <l>Emonges folke euer to appeare.</l>
                           <l>I haue a pouder that coſt me deare,</l>
                           <l>Shall make all good, for it is cauſe of all</l>
                           <l>My cunning, which I to you ſhew ſhall.</l>
                           <l>Voideth your man, and let him be thereout,</l>
                           <l>And ſhet the doore, whiles we been about</l>
                           <l>Our priuitie, that no man vs eſpie,</l>
                           <l>Whiles that we werken in our Philoſophie.</l>
                           <l>All, as he had, fulfilled was in dede.</l>
                           <l>This like ſeruant anon out he yede,</l>
                           <l>And his maiſter ſhet the doore anon,</l>
                           <l>And to her labour ſpedily they gon.</l>
                           <l>This prieſt at this curſed Chanons bidding,</l>
                           <l>Vpon the fire anon ſet this thing,</l>
                           <l>And blew the fire, and buſied him full faſt:</l>
                           <l>And this Chanon into this croſlet caſt</l>
                           <l>A pouder, I not whereof it was</l>
                           <l>I made, either of chalke, earth, or glaſſe,</l>
                           <l>Or ſomewhat els, was not worth a flie,</l>
                           <l>To blind with the prieſt: and bad him hie</l>
                           <l>Theſe coles for to couchen all aboue</l>
                           <l>The croſſelet, for in token that I thee loue</l>
                           <l>(Qd. this Chanon) thine owne honds two</l>
                           <l>Shall werke all thing that here ſhall be do.</l>
                           <l>Grant mercy (qd. y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> prieſt) &amp; was full glad,</l>
                           <l>And couched coles as the Chanon bad:</l>
                           <l>And while he buſie was, this fiendly wretch</l>
                           <l>This falſe Chanon, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> foule fende him fetch,</l>
                           <l>Out of his boſome take a bechen cole,</l>
                           <l>In which full ſubtily was made an hole,</l>
                           <l>And therein was put of ſiluer limaile</l>
                           <l>An vnce, and ſtopped was without faile</l>
                           <l>The hole with waxe, to keep the limaile in:</l>
                           <l>And underſtandeth that this falſe gin</l>
                           <l>Was not made there, but it was made before,</l>
                           <l>And other things that I ſhall you tell more</l>
                           <l>Hereafter, which that he with him brought,</l>
                           <l>Er he came there, to begile him he thought,</l>
                           <l>And ſo he did, as they went a twin:</l>
                           <l>Till he had nere vndon him, could he not blin.</l>
                           <l>It dulleth me, when that I of him ſpeke,</l>
                           <l>On his falſhede faine would I me wreke,</l>
                           <l>If I wiſt how, but he is here and there,</l>
                           <l>He is ſo variaunt, he bideth no where.</l>
                           <l>But taketh hede ſirs now for Gods loue.</l>
                           <l>He toke his cole of which I ſpake aboue,</l>
                           <l>And in his honde he bare it prively,</l>
                           <l>And whiles the prieſt couched beſily</l>
                           <l>The coles together, as I told you er this,</l>
                           <l>This Chanon ſaied, friend ye doen amis,</l>
                           <l>This is not couched as it ought to be,</l>
                           <l>But ſone I ſhall amend it (qd. he)</l>
                           <l>Now let me meddle therewith but a while,</l>
                           <l>For of you have I pitty by St. Gile.</l>
                           <l>Ye been right hot, I ſee well how ye ſwete,</l>
                           <l>Haue here a cloth and wipe away the wete.</l>
                           <l>And all while the prieſt him wiped hace,</l>
                           <l>This Chanon took the cole, I ſhrew his face,</l>
                           <l>And laied it abouen vpon the midward</l>
                           <l>Of the croſlet, and blew well afterward</l>
                           <l>Till that the coles began faſt to bren,</l>
                           <l>Now yeue us drink, (qd. this Chanon then)</l>
                           <l>As ſwithe all ſhall be well I undertake,</l>
                           <l>Sit we down, and let vs mery make.</l>
                           <l>And when that this Chanons bechen cole</l>
                           <l>Was brent all, the limaile out of the hole</l>
                           <l>Into the croſlet anon fell adown,</l>
                           <l>And ſo it muſt needs do by reaſoun,</l>
                           <l>Sens it ſo euen aboue couched was,</l>
                           <l>But there of wiſt the prieſt nothing alas:</l>
                           <l>He demed all the coles iliche good,</l>
                           <l>For of the ſlight nothing he underſtood.</l>
                           <l>And when this Alkamiſter ſaw his time,</l>
                           <l>Reiſeth up ſir prieſt (qd. he) &amp; ſtondeth by me,</l>
                           <l>And for I wote well ingot have I none,</l>
                           <l>Goth walketh forth, &amp; bring a chalke ſtone:</l>
                           <l>For I woll make it of the ſame ſhappe,</l>
                           <l>That an ingot is, if I may have happe,</l>
                           <l>And bring eke with you a bolle or a pan</l>
                           <l>Full of water, and ye ſhall ſee than</l>
                           <l>
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How that our beſines ſhall hap and preue:</l>
                           <l>And yet for ye ſhall haue no misbeleue</l>
                           <l>Ne wrong conceit of me in your abſence,</l>
                           <l>I woll not been out of your preſence,</l>
                           <l>But go with you &amp; come with you again.</l>
                           <l>The chamber doore ſhortly for to ſain</l>
                           <l>They opened &amp; ſhet, &amp; went forth her weie,</l>
                           <l>And forth with hem they caried the keie,</l>
                           <l>And comen ayen withouten any delay.</l>
                           <l>What ſhould I tary all the long day,</l>
                           <l>He toke the chalke, and ſhope it in the wiſe</l>
                           <l>Of an yngot, as I ſhall you deuiſe.</l>
                           <l>I ſay he tooke out of his own ſleue</l>
                           <l>A teine of ſiluer, iuell mote he cheue,</l>
                           <l>Which that was but a iuſt vnce of weight:</l>
                           <l>And taketh heed now of his curſed ſleight.</l>
                           <l>He ſhop his yngot in length and in brede</l>
                           <l>Of the teine, withouten any drede</l>
                           <l>So ſlily that the prieſt it not eſpide,</l>
                           <l>And in his ſleue again he gan it hide:</l>
                           <l>And from the fire tooke vp his matere,</l>
                           <l>And into the yngnot it put with mery chere:</l>
                           <l>And into the water veſſel he it caſt,</l>
                           <l>When that him liſt, &amp; bad the prieſt as faſt</l>
                           <l>Loke w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> there is put in thine hond &amp; grope,</l>
                           <l>Thou ſhalt finde there ſiluer as I hope,</l>
                           <l>What diuel of hell ſhould it els be,</l>
                           <l>Shauing of ſiluer, ſiluer is parde.</l>
                           <l>He put in his hond, and tooke vp a teine</l>
                           <l>Of ſiluer fine, and glad in euery vaine</l>
                           <l>Was this Prieſt, when he ſaw it was ſo:</l>
                           <l>Gods bleſſing and his mothers alſo</l>
                           <l>And all Hallowes, haue ye ſir Chanon,</l>
                           <l>Saied this prieſt, and I her maliſon</l>
                           <l>But and ye vouchſafe to teachen me</l>
                           <l>This noble craft and this ſubtilte,</l>
                           <l>I woll be yours in all that euer I may.</l>
                           <l>Qd. the Chanon, yet woll I make aſſaie</l>
                           <l>The ſecond time, that ye mow take hede</l>
                           <l>And been expert of this, and in your nede</l>
                           <l>Another day aſſay in mine abſence</l>
                           <l>This diſcipline, and this craftie ſcience.</l>
                           <l>Let take another ounce (qd. he) tho</l>
                           <l>Of quicke ſiluer, withouten words mo,</l>
                           <l>And doen therewith as I haue doen er this</l>
                           <l>With that other, which that now ſiluer is.</l>
                           <l>The prieſt him beſieth in all that he can</l>
                           <l>To doen as this Chanon this curſed man</l>
                           <l>Commanded him, and faſt blewe the fire,</l>
                           <l>For to come to the effect of his deſire.</l>
                           <l>And this Chanon, right in the meane while</l>
                           <l>All ready was, this prieſt eft to begile,</l>
                           <l>And for a countenance in his hond bare</l>
                           <l>An hollow ſticke, take kepe and beware,</l>
                           <l>In thende of which an ounce and no more</l>
                           <l>Of ſiluer limaile put was, as before</l>
                           <l>Was in his cole, &amp; ſtopped with waxe wele</l>
                           <l>For to keepen in his limaile euery dele.</l>
                           <l>And whiles this prieſt was in his buſineſſe,</l>
                           <l>This Chanon with his ſticke gan him dreſſe</l>
                           <l>To him anon, and his pouder caſt in</l>
                           <l>As he did erſt, the deuill out of his skin</l>
                           <l>Him torne, I pray to God for his falſhede.</l>
                           <l>For he was euer falſe in word and dede:</l>
                           <l>And with his ſticke, aboue the croſſelet,</l>
                           <l>That was ordained with that falſe iet,</l>
                           <l>He ſtirreth the coles, till all relent gan</l>
                           <l>The waxe again the fire, as euery man</l>
                           <l>But he a foole be, wote well it mote nede.</l>
                           <l>And all that in the hole was, out yede,</l>
                           <l>And into the croſſelet haſtily it fell.</l>
                           <l>The prieſt ſuppoſed nothing but well,</l>
                           <l>But buſied him faſt, and was wonder fain,</l>
                           <l>Suppoſing nought but trouth ſoth to ſain:</l>
                           <l>He was ſo glad, that I cannot expreſſe</l>
                           <l>In no maner his mirth and his gladneſſe,</l>
                           <l>And to the Chanon he profered eft ſone</l>
                           <l>Body &amp; good: ye (qd. the Chanon) anon</l>
                           <l>Tho I be pore, craftie thou ſhalt me find:</l>
                           <l>I warne thee yet is there more behinde.</l>
                           <l>Is there any coper here within, ſaied he?</l>
                           <l>Ye ſir (qd. the prieſt) I trow there be.</l>
                           <l>Els go and buie ſome, and that a ſwithe,</l>
                           <l>Now good ſir go forth thy way and hithe.</l>
                           <l>He went his way, &amp; with the coper he came,</l>
                           <l>And this Chanon in his hond it name,</l>
                           <l>And of that coper wayed out but an ounce:</l>
                           <l>All to ſimple is my tonge to pronounce</l>
                           <l>As to miniſter by my wit the doubleneſſe.</l>
                           <l>Of this Chanon, root of all curſedneſſe.</l>
                           <l>but ſemde frendly, to hem y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knew him nought,</l>
                           <l>But he was fendly, both in werke &amp; thought.</l>
                           <l>It werieth me to tell of his falſeneſſe,</l>
                           <l>And natheles, yet woll I it expreſſe</l>
                           <l>To the intent that men may beware thereby,</l>
                           <l>And not for none other cauſe truely.</l>
                           <l>He put this ounce of coper into the croſſelet,</l>
                           <l>And on the fire as ſwithe he hath it ſet,</l>
                           <l>And caſt in pouder, &amp; made y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> prieſt to blow</l>
                           <l>And in his working for to ſtoupe low</l>
                           <l>As he did erſt, and all nas but a yape,</l>
                           <l>Right as him liſt the prieſt he made his Ape.</l>
                           <l>And afterward in the ingot he it caſt</l>
                           <l>And in the pan put it at the laſt</l>
                           <l>Of water, and in he put his own hond,</l>
                           <l>And in his ſleue, as ye before hond,</l>
                           <l>Heard me tell, he had a ſiluer teine.</l>
                           <l>He ſlily tooke it out, this curſed heine,</l>
                           <l>Vnwitting this prieſt of his falſe craft,</l>
                           <l>And in the pannes botome he hath it laft,</l>
                           <l>And in the water rombleth too and fro,</l>
                           <l>And wonder priuily tooke vp alſo</l>
                           <l>The coper teine, not knowing this prieſt,</l>
                           <l>And hid it, and hent him by the breſt,</l>
                           <l>And to him ſpake, &amp; thus ſaid in his game:</l>
                           <l>Stoupeth adown, by God ye be to blame,</l>
                           <l>Helpeth me now, as I did you whilere,</l>
                           <l>Put in your hond, &amp; loketh what is there.</l>
                           <l>This prieſt tooke vp this ſiluer teine anon,</l>
                           <l>And then ſaid the Chanon, let us gon</l>
                           <l>With theſe three teines which we han wrouȝt,</l>
                           <l>To ſome Goldſmith, and wete if it be ought:</l>
                           <l>For by my faith, I nold for my hood</l>
                           <l>But if it were ſiluer fine and good,</l>
                           <l>And that as ſwithe well proued ſhall be.</l>
                           <l>Vnto the Goldſmith, with theſe teines three</l>
                           <l>They went, and put them in aſſaie</l>
                           <l>To fire &amp; hammer: might no man ſaie nay,</l>
                           <l>But they were as them ought for to be.</l>
                           <l>This ſotted prieſt, who was gladder than he?</l>
                           <l>Was neuer birde gladder ayenſt the day,</l>
                           <l>Ne Nightingale, ayenſt the ceaſon of May</l>
                           <l>
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Was neuer none, that liſt better to ſing,</l>
                           <l>Ne lady luſtier in carolling:</l>
                           <l>And for to ſpeake of loue and womanhede,</l>
                           <l>Ne knight in armes to doen a hardy dede</l>
                           <l>To ſtonden in grace of his lady dere,</l>
                           <l>Than had this prieſt, this craft now to lere:</l>
                           <l>And to the Chanon thus he ſpake and ſaid,</l>
                           <l>For the loue of God, that for us all deid,</l>
                           <l>And as I may deſerue it vnto you,</l>
                           <l>What ſhall this receit coſt, telleth me now?</l>
                           <l>By our Lady (qd. this Chanon) it is dere</l>
                           <l>I warne you well, ſaue I and a Frere</l>
                           <l>In England, there can no man it make.</l>
                           <l>No force (qd. he) now ſir for Gods ſake,</l>
                           <l>What ſhall I pay, tell me I you pray.</l>
                           <l>I wis (qd. he) it is full deare I ſay.</l>
                           <l>Sir at one worde, if that ye liſt it haue,</l>
                           <l>Ye ſhall pay fourtie pound, ſo God me ſaue:</l>
                           <l>And nere the friendſhip that ye did er this</l>
                           <l>To me, ye ſhoulden pay more iwis.</l>
                           <l>This prieſt the ſum of fortie pound anon</l>
                           <l>Of nobles fet, and told hem euerichon</l>
                           <l>To this Chanon, for this ilke receit.</l>
                           <l>All his worching was fraud and deceit.</l>
                           <l>Sir prieſt he ſaid, I keep for to haue no loos</l>
                           <l>Of my craft, for I would it were kept cloos,</l>
                           <l>And as you loue me, keepeth it ſecre,</l>
                           <l>For and men know all my ſubtilte,</l>
                           <l>By God men would haue ſo great enuie</l>
                           <l>To me, becauſe of my Philoſophie,</l>
                           <l>I ſhould be dead, there were none other way.</l>
                           <l>God it forbid (qd. the prieſt) what ye ſay,</l>
                           <l>Yet had I leuer ſpend all the good</l>
                           <l>Which that I haue, or els waxe I wood.</l>
                           <l>Than that ye ſhould fallen in ſuch miſchefe:</l>
                           <l>For your good will haue ye right good prefe</l>
                           <l>Qd. y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Chanon, &amp; farewell graunt mercie.</l>
                           <l>He went his way, &amp; y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> prieſt neuer him ſeie</l>
                           <l>After y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> day: &amp; when that this prieſt ſhould</l>
                           <l>Maken aſſay, at ſuch time as he would</l>
                           <l>Of this receit, farewell it nold not be.</l>
                           <l>Lo thus beyaped and beguiled was he:</l>
                           <l>Thus maketh he his introduction</l>
                           <l>To bring folke to her deſtruction.</l>
                           <l>* Conſidereth ſirs how in each eſtate</l>
                           <l>Betwixt men and gold there is debate</l>
                           <l>So ferforth, that vnneths there is none,</l>
                           <l>(This multiplying blindeth ſo many one)</l>
                           <l>That in good faith I trow that it be</l>
                           <l>The greateſt cauſe of ſuch ſcarſite.</l>
                           <l>Theſe philoſophers ſpeaken ſo miſtily</l>
                           <l>In this craft, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men cannot come thereby,</l>
                           <l>For any wit that men haue now adaies:</l>
                           <l>They may wel chattre &amp; iangle as do y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> iaies,</l>
                           <l>And in her tearmes ſet her luſt and paine,</l>
                           <l>But to her purpoſe ſhull they neuer attaine.</l>
                           <l>* A man may lightly learne, if he haue ought</l>
                           <l>To multiplie, &amp; bring his good to nought.</l>
                           <l>Lo, ſuch a lucre is in this luſty game,</l>
                           <l>A mans mirth it woll turne all to grame,</l>
                           <l>And emptien alſo great &amp; heauy purſes,</l>
                           <l>And maken folke to purchaſe curſes</l>
                           <l>Of hem that han alſo her good ylent.</l>
                           <l>O fie for ſhame they y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> han be brent,</l>
                           <l>Alas, cannot they flie the fires hete?</l>
                           <l>Ye that it vſen, I rede that ye it lete,</l>
                           <l>Leaſt ye leſen all: for bet than neuer is late:</l>
                           <l>Neuer to thriue, were too long a date.</l>
                           <l>Though y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye prolle aye, ye ſhall it neuer find,</l>
                           <l>* Ye ben as bold as is bayard the blind</l>
                           <l>That blondereth forth, &amp; perill caſteth none:</l>
                           <l>He is as bold to renne ayenſt a ſtone,</l>
                           <l>As for to goe beſide in the way:</l>
                           <l>So faren ye, that multiplien I ſay.</l>
                           <l>If that your eyen cannot ſeene aright,</l>
                           <l>Looketh y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> your mind lacke not his ſight.</l>
                           <l>For though ye looke neuer ſo broad &amp; ſtare,</l>
                           <l>Ye ſhall not win a mite in that chaffare,</l>
                           <l>* But waſt all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye may repe and renne:</l>
                           <l>Withdraw the fire, leaſt it too faſt brenne.</l>
                           <l>Medleth with that art no more I meane,</l>
                           <l>For if ye done, your thrift is gone full cleane.</l>
                           <l>And right as ſwithe I woll you tellen here</l>
                           <l>What y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> philoſophers ſain in this matere.</l>
                           <l>Lo thus ſaith Arnolde of the new toun,</l>
                           <l>As his Roſarie maketh mentioun,</l>
                           <l>He ſaith right thus, withouten any lie,</l>
                           <l>There may no man Mercurie mortifie,</l>
                           <l>But if it be with his brothers knowledging:</l>
                           <l>Lo how that he which firſt ſaid this thing,</l>
                           <l>Of Philoſophers father was, Hermes.</l>
                           <l>He ſaith how that the dragon doutles</l>
                           <l>Ne dieth not, but if he be ſlaine</l>
                           <l>With his brother: And this is for to ſaine</l>
                           <l>By the dragon Mercury, and none other,</l>
                           <l>He vnderſtood y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> brimſtone was his brother,</l>
                           <l>That out of Sol and Luna were ydraw:</l>
                           <l>And therefore ſaid he, take heed to my ſaw.</l>
                           <l>Let no man buſie him this art for to ſeech,</l>
                           <l>But he that the entention and ſpeech</l>
                           <l>Of Philoſophers vnderſtond can:</l>
                           <l>And if he doe, he is a leaud man.</l>
                           <l>For this ſcience and this cunning (qd. he)</l>
                           <l>Is of the ſecre of the ſecres parde.</l>
                           <l>Alſo there was a diſciple of Plato,</l>
                           <l>That on a time ſaid his maiſter to,</l>
                           <l>As his booke Senior woll beare witneſſe,</l>
                           <l>And this was his demaund in ſoothfaſtneſſe:</l>
                           <l>Tell me the name of the priuy ſtone?</l>
                           <l>And Plato anſwerd vnto him anone,</l>
                           <l>Take the ſtone that Titanos men name.</l>
                           <l>Which is that (qd. he?) Magnetia is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſame</l>
                           <l>Said Plato: ye ſir and is it thus?</l>
                           <l>This is ignotum per ignotius.</l>
                           <l>What is Magnetia, good ſir I you pray?</l>
                           <l>It is a water that is made I ſay</l>
                           <l>Of the elements foure (qd. Plato.)</l>
                           <l>Tell me the roche good ſir (qd. he tho)</l>
                           <l>Of that water, if it be your will.</l>
                           <l>Nay, nay (qd. Plato) certaine that I nill:</l>
                           <l>The Philoſophers were yſworne eachone,</l>
                           <l>That they ſhould diſcouer it vnto none,</l>
                           <l>Ne in no booke it write in no manere,</l>
                           <l>For vnto Chriſt it is ſo lefe and dere,</l>
                           <l>That he woll not that it diſcouered be,</l>
                           <l>But where it liketh to his deitie,</l>
                           <l>Man to enſpire and eke for to defend,</l>
                           <l>When that him liketh, lo this is his end.</l>
                           <l>Then conclude I thus, ſens y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> God of heuen</l>
                           <l>Ne will not that the Philoſophers nemen,</l>
                           <l>How that a man ſhall come unto this ſtone,</l>
                           <l>I rede as for the beſt, let it gone.</l>
                           <l>
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* For who ſo maketh God his aduerſary</l>
                           <l>As for to werch any thing in contrary</l>
                           <l>Vnto his will, certes neuer ſhall he thriue,</l>
                           <l>Though y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he multiply tearme of his liue:</l>
                           <l>And there a point: for ended is my tale.</l>
                           <l>God ſend euery true man bote of his bale.</l>
                        </lg>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Doctor of Phyſicks Prologue.</head>
                     <l>WHen this yeoman his tale ended had</l>
                     <l>Of this falſe Chanon, which was ſo bad,</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt gan ſay, truly and certaine</l>
                     <l>This prieſt was beguiled, ſooth for to ſaine:</l>
                     <l>He wened for to be a Philoſopher,</l>
                     <l>Till he right no gold left in his cofer:</l>
                     <l>And ſoothly this prieſt had all the yape,</l>
                     <l>This curſed Chanon put in his hood an ape.</l>
                     <l>But all this paſſe I ouer as now:</l>
                     <l>Sir doctor of Phyſicke, yet I pray you,</l>
                     <l>Tell vs a tale of ſome honeſt matere.</l>
                     <l>It ſhall be done, if that ye woll it here,</l>
                     <l>Said this doctor, and his tale began anone,</l>
                     <l>Now good men (qd. he) herkeneth euerichone.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Doctor of Phyſicks Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>Virginius ſlayeth his onely Daughter, rather
than that ſhe ſhall be defiled by the letcherous
Judge Appius.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <l>THere was, as telleth vs Titus Li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uius,</l>
                        <l>A knight, that cleaped was Vir<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginius,</l>
                        <l>Fulfilled of honour and worthineſſe,</l>
                        <l>And ſtrong of friends, and of great richeſſe.</l>
                        <l>A daughter he had by his wife,</l>
                        <l>And neuer had he mo in all his life:</l>
                        <l>Faire was this maid in excellent beautee</l>
                        <l>Abouen euery wight that man may ſee:</l>
                        <l>For nature hath with ſoueraigne dilligence</l>
                        <l>Formed her in ſo great excellence,</l>
                        <l>As though ſhe would ſay, lo I nature,</l>
                        <l>Thus can I forme and paint a creature</l>
                        <l>When that me liſt, who can me counterfete?</l>
                        <l>Pigmalion not, though he alway forge &amp; bete,</l>
                        <l>Or graue or paint: for I dare well ſaine,</l>
                        <l>Apelles or Xeuxſis ſhould werch in vaine</l>
                        <l>To graue or paint: or forge or bete,</l>
                        <l>If they preſumed me to counterfete.</l>
                        <l>For he that is the fourmer principall,</l>
                        <l>Hath made me his vicar generall</l>
                        <l>To fourme and paint earthly creature</l>
                        <l>Right as me liſt. All thing is in my cure</l>
                        <l>Vnder the moone, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may wane &amp; waxe:</l>
                        <l>And for my werke nothing woll I axe,</l>
                        <l>My lord and I been fully of accord.</l>
                        <l>I made her to the worſhip of my lord,</l>
                        <l>So do I all mine other creatures,</l>
                        <l>Of what colour they be, or of what figures:</l>
                        <l>Thus ſeemeth me that nature would ſay.</l>
                        <l>This maid was of age xii yere and tway,</l>
                        <l>In which that nature hath ſuch delite.</l>
                        <l>For right as ſhe can paint a lilly white</l>
                        <l>And rody as roſe, right with ſuch painture</l>
                        <l>She painted hath this noble creature</l>
                        <l>Ere ſhe was borne, vpon her lims free</l>
                        <l>Were als bright as ſuch colours ſhould bee,</l>
                        <l>And Phebus died had her treſſes grete,</l>
                        <l>Like to the ſtreames of his burned hete.</l>
                        <l>And if that excellent were her beaute,</l>
                        <l>A thouſand fold more vertuous was ſhe:</l>
                        <l>In her ne lacketh no condition</l>
                        <l>That is to praiſe, as by diſcretion</l>
                        <l>As well in body as in ghoſt, chaſt was ſhe:</l>
                        <l>For which ſhe floured in virginite</l>
                        <l>With all humility and abſtinence,</l>
                        <l>With all attemperaunce and patience,</l>
                        <l>With meaſure eke, and bering of aray.</l>
                        <l>Diſcreet ſhe was in anſwering alway,</l>
                        <l>Tho ſhe were wiſe as Pallas, dare I ſaine.</l>
                        <l>(Her facond eke full womanly and plaine)</l>
                        <l>No counterfeited termes at all had ſhe</l>
                        <l>To ſeeme wiſe: but after her degree</l>
                        <l>She ſpake, and all her words more &amp; leſſe</l>
                        <l>Sowning in vertue and in gentleneſſe.</l>
                        <l>Shamefaſt ſhe was in maidens ſhamefaſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,</l>
                        <l>Conſtant in hert, and euer in buſineſſe</l>
                        <l>To driue her out of all ſluggardie:</l>
                        <l>Bacchus had of her mouth no maiſtrie.</l>
                        <l>* For wine and youth done Venus encrece,</l>
                        <l>As men in fire woll caſten oyle or grece.</l>
                        <l>And of her owne vertue vnconſtrained,</l>
                        <l>She hath full oft her ſicke yfained,</l>
                        <l>For that ſhe would flie the companie,</l>
                        <l>Where likely was to treaten of follie,</l>
                        <l>As is at feaſts, at reuels, &amp; at daunces,</l>
                        <l>That been occaſions of daliaunces:</l>
                        <l>Such things maken children for to bee</l>
                        <l>Too ſoone ripe and bold, as men may ſee:</l>
                        <l>Which is full perillons, and hath been yore,</l>
                        <l>For all too ſoon may ſhe learne the lore</l>
                        <l>Of boldneſſe, when as ſhe is a wife.</l>
                        <l>And ye maiſtreſſes in your old life,</l>
                        <l>That lords doughters han in gouernaunce,</l>
                        <l>Ne taketh of my word no diſpleaſaunce:</l>
                        <l>Think that ye been ſet in gouernings</l>
                        <l>Of lords doughters, onely for two things,</l>
                        <l>Either for you han kept your honeſty,</l>
                        <l>Either for ye han fall in freelty,</l>
                        <l>And knowen well ynough the old daunce,</l>
                        <l>And conne forſake fully all miſchaunce:</l>
                        <l>For euermore therefore for Chriſts ſake,</l>
                        <l>Keepeth well tho that ye vndertake.</l>
                        <l>A theefe of veneſon, that hath forlaft</l>
                        <l>His likerouſneſſe, and all his theeues craft.</l>
                        <l>Can keepe a forreſt beſt of any man:</l>
                        <l>Now keepeth hem well, for &amp; ye woll ye can:</l>
                        <l>* Looketh well, to no vice that ye aſſent,</l>
                        <l>Leaſt ye be damned for your euill entent.</l>
                        <l>For who ſo doth, a traytour is certaine,</l>
                        <l>And taketh keepe of that I ſhall you ſaine:</l>
                        <l>* Of all treaſon ſoueraigne peſtilence</l>
                        <l>Is, when a wight betrayeth innocence.</l>
                        <l>Ye fathers, and eke ye mothers alſo,</l>
                        <l>Though ye han children, be it one or mo,</l>
                        <l>Yours is the charge of all her ſufferaunce,</l>
                        <l>Whiles that they been in your gouernaunce.</l>
                        <l>Beth ware, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> by enſample of your liuing,</l>
                        <l>Either by your negligence in chaſtiſing,</l>
                        <l>
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That they ne periſh: for I dare well ſay,</l>
                        <l>If that they done, ye ſhall full ſore abay.</l>
                        <l>* Vnder a ſheepheard ſoft and negligent,</l>
                        <l>The wolfe hath many a ſheep &amp; lambe to rent,</l>
                        <l>Sufficeth one enſample now as here,</l>
                        <l>For I mote turne ayen to my matere.</l>
                        <l>This maid of which I tell my tale expreſſe,</l>
                        <l>She kept her ſelue, ſhe needed no maiſtreſſe.</l>
                        <l>For in her liuing maidens might rede</l>
                        <l>As in a booke, euery good worke and dede,</l>
                        <l>That longeth to a maid vertuous:</l>
                        <l>She was ſo prudent and ſo bounteous.</l>
                        <l>For which out ſprong on euery ſide</l>
                        <l>Both of her beauty, and her bounty wide:</l>
                        <l>That thorow y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lond they preiſed her echone,</l>
                        <l>* That loued vertue, ſaue enuy alone,</l>
                        <l>That ſorry is of other mens wele,</l>
                        <l>And glad is of her ſorrow and vnhele.</l>
                        <l>The doctour maketh this deſcriptioun,</l>
                        <l>This maid went on a day into the toun</l>
                        <l>Toward the temple, with her mother dere,</l>
                        <l>As is of young maidens the manere.</l>
                        <l>Now was there a iuſtice in the toun,</l>
                        <l>That gouernour was of that regioun:</l>
                        <l>And ſo befell, this Iuſtice his eyen caſt</l>
                        <l>Vpon this maid, auiſing her full faſt</l>
                        <l>As ſhe came foreby, there as the Iudge ſtood:</l>
                        <l>Anon his heart chaunged and his mood,</l>
                        <l>So was he caught with beauty of this maid</l>
                        <l>And to himſelfe full priuely he ſaid,</l>
                        <l>This maid ſhall be mine for any man.</l>
                        <l>Anon the fiend into his heart ran,</l>
                        <l>And taught him ſuddainly, by w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſleight</l>
                        <l>The maid to his purpoſe win he might.</l>
                        <l>For certes, by no force, ne by no meed,</l>
                        <l>Him thought he was not able for to ſpeed.</l>
                        <l>For ſhe was ſtrong of friends, &amp; eke ſhe</l>
                        <l>Confirmed was in ſuch ſoueraigne beaute,</l>
                        <l>That well he wiſt he might her neuer win,</l>
                        <l>As for to make her with her body ſin.</l>
                        <l>For which with great deliberatioun</l>
                        <l>He ſent after a client into the toun,</l>
                        <l>The which he knew full ſubtill &amp; full bold.</l>
                        <l>This Iudge this client his tale hath told</l>
                        <l>In ſecret wiſe, and made him to enſure,</l>
                        <l>He ſhould tell it vnto no creature:</l>
                        <l>And if he did, he ſhould leſe his hede.</l>
                        <l>When aſſented was this curſed rede,</l>
                        <l>Glad was the iudge, and made good chere</l>
                        <l>And yaue him gifts precious and dere.</l>
                        <l>When ſhapen was all this conſpiracie</l>
                        <l>Fro point to point, how that his letcherie</l>
                        <l>Performed ſhould be full ſubtilly,</l>
                        <l>As ye ſhullen after heare openly:</l>
                        <l>Home goth this client y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hight Claudius.</l>
                        <l>But this falſe iudge, that hight Appius,</l>
                        <l>(So was his name, for it is no fable,</l>
                        <l>But knowen for an hiſtoriall thing notable</l>
                        <l>The ſentence of it ſooth is out of dout)</l>
                        <l>This falſe iudge I ſay goth now faſt about</l>
                        <l>To haſten his delight all that he may:</l>
                        <l>And ſo befell, that ſoone after on a day</l>
                        <l>This falſe iudge, as telleth us the ſtorie,</l>
                        <l>As he was wont, ſat in his conſiſtorie,</l>
                        <l>And yaue his doomes vpon ſundry caas,</l>
                        <l>This falſe client came forth a full great paas</l>
                        <l>And ſaid, Lord, if that it be your will,</l>
                        <l>As doth me right vpon this pitous bill,</l>
                        <l>In which I plaine vpon Virginius.</l>
                        <l>And if he woll ſay it is not thus,</l>
                        <l>I woll proue it, and find good witneſſe,</l>
                        <l>That ſooth is, that my bill woll expreſſe.</l>
                        <l>The iudge anſwerd, of this in his abſence</l>
                        <l>I may not yeue definite ſentence:</l>
                        <l>Let doe him call, and I woll gladly here,</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhalt haue all right, &amp; no wrong here.</l>
                        <l>Virginius came to wete y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> iudges will,</l>
                        <l>And right anon was rad this curſed bill,</l>
                        <l>The ſentence of it was as ye ſhall heare.</l>
                        <l>To you my lord Appius ſo deare</l>
                        <l>Sheweth your poore ſeruaunt Claudius,</l>
                        <l>How that a knight called Virginius,</l>
                        <l>Ayenſt the law and ayenſt all equite,</l>
                        <l>Holdeth expreſſe ayenſt the will of me</l>
                        <l>My ſeruant, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is my thral by right,</l>
                        <l>Which from mine hous was ſtolen on a night</l>
                        <l>Whiles ſhe was full yong, I woll it preue</l>
                        <l>By witneſſe, lord, ſo that ye you not greue:</l>
                        <l>She is not his doughter, what ſo he ſay,</l>
                        <l>Wherefore my lord iuſtice I you pray:</l>
                        <l>Yeeld me my thrall, if it be your will.</l>
                        <l>Lo this was all the ſentence of that bill.</l>
                        <l>Virginius gan upon the client behold:</l>
                        <l>But haſtily, ere he his tale told,</l>
                        <l>He would haue defended it, as ſhuld a knight,</l>
                        <l>And by witneſſe of many a trew wight,</l>
                        <l>That all was falſe, that ſaid his aduerſarie.</l>
                        <l>This curſed iudge would no lenger tary,</l>
                        <l>He here a word more of Virginius</l>
                        <l>But yaue his iudgment, and ſaid thus.</l>
                        <l>I deme anon this client his ſeruaunt haue,</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhalt no lenger her in thine houſe ſaue,</l>
                        <l>Go bring her forth, &amp; put her in our ward.</l>
                        <l>This client ſhal haue his thrall, thus I award.</l>
                        <l>And when this worthy knight Virginius</l>
                        <l>Through the aſſent of the iudge Appius</l>
                        <l>Muſt by force his deare doughter yeuen</l>
                        <l>Vnto the iudge, in letchery to liuen,</l>
                        <l>He goth him home, and ſet him in his hall,</l>
                        <l>And let anon his deare doughter call:</l>
                        <l>And with a face dead as aſhen cold,</l>
                        <l>Vpon her humble face he gan behold,</l>
                        <l>With fathers pity, ſticking through his hert,</l>
                        <l>All would he not from his purpoſe conuert.</l>
                        <l>Doughter (qd. he) Virginia by thy name,</l>
                        <l>There ben two waies, either death, or ſhame</l>
                        <l>That thou muſt ſuffer, alas y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I was borne,</l>
                        <l>For neuer thou deſeruedeſt whereforne</l>
                        <l>To dien with a ſword or with a knife:</l>
                        <l>Oh dere doughter, comfort of my life,</l>
                        <l>Which I haue foſtred vp with ſuch pleſance,</l>
                        <l>That thou neuer were out of my remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>brance:</l>
                        <l>O doughter, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> art my laſt wo,</l>
                        <l>And in my life my laſt ioy alſo,</l>
                        <l>O iemmme of chaſtitie, in patience</l>
                        <l>Take thou thy death this is my ſentence:</l>
                        <l>For loue &amp; not for hate thou muſt be dead,</l>
                        <l>My pitous hond mote ſmite of thine head,</l>
                        <l>Alas that euer Appius thee ſey.</l>
                        <l>Thus hath he falſely iudged thee to dey.</l>
                        <l>And told her all the caſe, as ye before</l>
                        <l>Han heard, it needeth not to tell it more.</l>
                        <l>
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O mercy dere father (qd. this maid)</l>
                        <l>And with that word both her armes laid</l>
                        <l>About his necke, as ſhe was wont to do,</l>
                        <l>The teares braſt out of her eyen two,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid, O good father ſhall I die,</l>
                        <l>Is there no grace? Is there no remedie?</l>
                        <l>No certes deare doughter mine (qd. he.)</l>
                        <l>Then yeue me leaue father mine (qd. ſhe)</l>
                        <l>My death to complaine a little ſpace:</l>
                        <l>For parde, Iepte yaue his doughter grace</l>
                        <l>For to complaine, ere he her ſlough, alas,</l>
                        <l>And God it wot, nothing was her treſpas,</l>
                        <l>But that ſhe ran her father firſt to ſee,</l>
                        <l>To welcome him with great ſolemnitee:</l>
                        <l>And with that word ſhe fell aſwoune anone,</l>
                        <l>And after when her ſwouning was gone,</l>
                        <l>She riſeth vp, and to her father ſaid:</l>
                        <l>Bleſſed be God that I ſhall die a maid.</l>
                        <l>Yeue me my death, ere that I haue a ſhame,</l>
                        <l>Doth with your child your wil a gods name:</l>
                        <l>And with that word ſhe praieth him full oft,</l>
                        <l>That with his ſwerd he ſhould ſmite her ſoft,</l>
                        <l>And with that word, aſwoune doune ſhe fell.</l>
                        <l>Her father with ſorrowfull heart and fell,</l>
                        <l>Her head off ſmote, and by the top it hent,</l>
                        <l>And to the iudge he it yaue in preſent,</l>
                        <l>As he ſat in doome in conſiſtorie.</l>
                        <l>When the iudge it ſaw, as ſaith the ſtorie,</l>
                        <l>He bad take him, and hong him alſo faſt:</l>
                        <l>But right anone all the people in thraſt</l>
                        <l>To ſaue the knight, for routh and for pity,</l>
                        <l>For knowen was the iudges iniquity.</l>
                        <l>The people anon had ſuſpect in this thing</l>
                        <l>By manner of this clients challenging,</l>
                        <l>That it was by the aſſent of Appius:</l>
                        <l>They wiſt well that he was letcherous.</l>
                        <l>For which unto Appius they gone,</l>
                        <l>And keſten him in priſon right anone,</l>
                        <l>Whereas he ſlew himſelfe: and Claudius,</l>
                        <l>That ſeruant was vnto this Appius,</l>
                        <l>Was demed to be honged vpon a tree:</l>
                        <l>But Virginius of his great pitee</l>
                        <l>So prayed for him, that he was exiled,</l>
                        <l>And els certes he had been beguiled:</l>
                        <l>The remnaunt were honged, more &amp; leſſe,</l>
                        <l>That conſented were to his curſedneſſe.</l>
                        <l>* Here may men ſee how ſin hath his merite:</l>
                        <l>Beware, for no man wot how God wol ſmite</l>
                        <l>In no degree, ne in no manner wiſe,</l>
                        <l>The worme of conſcience woll ariſe</l>
                        <l>Of wicked life, though it ſo priuie be,</l>
                        <l>That no man wote of it but God and he:</l>
                        <l>Whether he be leaud man or lered,</l>
                        <l>He not how ſoone he may been affered.</l>
                        <l>* Therefore I rede you this counſaile take,</l>
                        <l>To forſake ſinne, or ſinne you forſake.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="transitional_text">
                  <head>¶The words of the Hoſt.</head>
                  <l>OUr hoſt gan ſweare as he were wood,</l>
                  <l>Harrow (qd. he) by nailes and by blood,</l>
                  <l>This was a falſe theefe, &amp; a curſed iuſtice:</l>
                  <l>As ſhamefull death as heart may deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>Come to the iuſtice and her aduocas,</l>
                  <l>Algate this ſilly maiden is ſlaine, alas,</l>
                  <l>Alas too deare abought ſhe her beautee.</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I ſay, that all men may ſee,</l>
                  <l>* That yefts of Fortune or of nature,</l>
                  <l>Been cauſe of death of many a creature.</l>
                  <l>Her beauty was her death, I dare well ſaine:</l>
                  <l>Alas ſo pitouſly as ſhe was ſlaine.</l>
                  <l>But hereof woll I not proceed as now,</l>
                  <l>* Men haue full oft more harme than prow.</l>
                  <l>But truly truly mine owne maiſter dere,</l>
                  <l>This is a ernefull tale for to here:</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, paſſe ouer and no force.</l>
                  <l>I pray to God to ſaue thy gentle corce,</l>
                  <l>And thy vrinals, and thy iordanes,</l>
                  <l>Thine ypocras and eke thy galianes,</l>
                  <l>And euery boxe full of letuarie</l>
                  <l>God bleſſe hem and our lady ſaint Marie.</l>
                  <l>So mote I thee, thou art a proper man,</l>
                  <l>And ylike a prelate by ſaint Runian,</l>
                  <l>Saue that I cannot ſpeake well in terme.</l>
                  <l>But well I wot, thou doſt mine hert to yerne,</l>
                  <l>That I haue almoſt ycaught a cardiacle:</l>
                  <l>By corpus domini, But I haue triacle,</l>
                  <l>Or els a draught of moiſt cornie ale,</l>
                  <l>Or but I heare anon another merry tale,</l>
                  <l>My heart is loſt for pity of this maid.</l>
                  <l>Thou belamy, thou Iohn pardoner he ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Tell vs ſome merry tale, or iape, right anon.</l>
                  <l>It ſhall be done (qd. he) by ſaint Runion.</l>
                  <l>But firſt (qd. he) here at this ale ſtake</l>
                  <l>I woll both drinke, and bite on a cake:</l>
                  <l>But right anone, theſe gentles gan to crie,</l>
                  <l>Nay, let him tell vs of no ribaudrie:</l>
                  <l>Tell vs ſome morall thing, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we mow lere</l>
                  <l>Some wit, and then woll we gladly here.</l>
                  <l>I graunt (qd. he) ywis, but in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cup Ile think</l>
                  <l>On ſome honeſt thing, whiles that I drink.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Pardoners Prologue.</head>
                     <l>LOrdings (qd. he) in chirch when I preche,</l>
                     <l>I paine mee to haue an hauteine ſpeche,</l>
                     <l>And ring it out, as round as doth a bell,</l>
                     <l>For I can all by rote that I tell.</l>
                     <l>My teme is alway one, and euer was,</l>
                     <l>* (Radix omnium malorum eſt cupiditas)</l>
                     <l>Firſt I prono<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nce fro whence I come,</l>
                     <l>And then my bils I ſhew all and ſome:</l>
                     <l>Our liege lords ſeale on my patent</l>
                     <l>That ſhew I firſt, my body to warrent,</l>
                     <l>That no man be ſo bold, prieſt ne clerke,</l>
                     <l>Me to diſturbe of Chriſts holy werke.</l>
                     <l>And after that I tell forth my tales</l>
                     <l>Of Buls, of Popes, and of Cardinales,</l>
                     <l>Of Patriarkes, and of Biſhops I ſhew,</l>
                     <l>And in latine I ſpeake words a few</l>
                     <l>To ſauer with my predication,</l>
                     <l>And for to ſtere men to deuotion.</l>
                     <l>Then ſhew I forth my long chriſtall ſtones,</l>
                     <l>Ycrammed full of clouts and of bones,</l>
                     <l>Relickes they been, as wene they echone:</l>
                     <l>Then haue I in laton a ſhoder bone,</l>
                     <l>Which that was of an holy iewes ſhepe.</l>
                     <l>Good men ſay I, take of my words kepe:</l>
                     <l>If that this bone be waſhen in any well,</l>
                     <l>If cow or calfe, ſheepe, or oxe ſwell</l>
                     <l>
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That any worme hath eaten, or hem ſtong,</l>
                     <l>Take water of this well, and waſh his tong,</l>
                     <l>And it is hole anon: and furthermore</l>
                     <l>Of pockes, and of ſcabs, and euery ſore</l>
                     <l>Shall ſhepe be hole, that of this well</l>
                     <l>Drinketh a draught,, take keepe of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I tell.</l>
                     <l>If that the good man that beaſts oweth,</l>
                     <l>Woll euery day ere the cocke croweth,</l>
                     <l>Faſting drinke of this well a draught,</l>
                     <l>(As thilke holy iew our elders taught)</l>
                     <l>His beaſts and his ſtore ſhall multiplie:</l>
                     <l>And ſirs, alſo it healeth jealouſie,</l>
                     <l>For though a man be fall in jealous rage,</l>
                     <l>Let make with this water his potage,</l>
                     <l>And never ſhall he more his wife miſtriſt,</l>
                     <l>Though he in ſooth the defaut by her wiſt:</l>
                     <l>All had ſhe taken prieſts two or three.</l>
                     <l>Here is a mittaine eke, that ye may ſee:</l>
                     <l>He that his hand woll put in this mittaine,</l>
                     <l>He ſhall have multiplying of his graine,</l>
                     <l>When he hath ſowen, be it wheat or otes,</l>
                     <l>So that he offer good pens or grotes.</l>
                     <l>And men &amp; women, o thing I warne you:</l>
                     <l>If any wight been in this church now,</l>
                     <l>That hath done ſinne horrible, that he</l>
                     <l>Dare not for ſhame of it ſhriuen be:</l>
                     <l>Or any woman, be ſhe yong or old,</l>
                     <l>That hath made her husbond a cokewold,</l>
                     <l>Such folke ſhull haue no power ne no grace</l>
                     <l>To offer to my relickes in this place.</l>
                     <l>And who ſo findeth him out of ſuch blame,</l>
                     <l>Commeth up and offer in Gods name,</l>
                     <l>And I aſſoyle him by the authoritie,</l>
                     <l>Such as by bull was graunted vnto me.</l>
                     <l>By this gaude haue I won every yere</l>
                     <l>An hundred marke, ſithen I was pardonere.</l>
                     <l>I ſtond like a clerke in my pulpet,</l>
                     <l>And when the leud people been doune yſet,</l>
                     <l>I preach ſo as ye haue lered before,</l>
                     <l>And tell to them an hundred yapes more.</l>
                     <l>Then paine I me to ſtretch forth my necke,</l>
                     <l>And eaſt and weſt vpon the people I becke</l>
                     <l>As doth a dove, ſitting upon a berne:</l>
                     <l>My honds and my tongue gone ſo yerue,</l>
                     <l>That it is joy to ſee my buſineſſe.</l>
                     <l>Of avarice and of ſuch curſedneſſe</l>
                     <l>All my preaching is for to maken hem free</l>
                     <l>To yeuen her pens, and namely vnto me.</l>
                     <l>For mine entent is not but for to winne,</l>
                     <l>And nothing for correction of ſinne.</l>
                     <l>I recke neuer when that they ben buried,</l>
                     <l>Though her ſoule gone a black buried.</l>
                     <l>* For certes many a predication</l>
                     <l>Commeth oft time of evill entention.</l>
                     <l>Some for pleaſaunce of folke, &amp; for flaterie,</l>
                     <l>To been auaunced by hipocriſie:</l>
                     <l>And ſome for vaineglory, and ſome for hate.</l>
                     <l>For when I dare not other wayes debate,</l>
                     <l>Then woll I ſting hem with my tongue ſmert</l>
                     <l>In preaching, ſo that he ſhall not aſtert</l>
                     <l>To ben defamed falſely, if that he</l>
                     <l>Hath treſpaſſed to my bretherne or to me.</l>
                     <l>For though I tell not his proper name,</l>
                     <l>Men ſhall well know that it is the ſame</l>
                     <l>By ſignes, or by other circumſtaunces.</l>
                     <l>Thus quite I folke, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> doth vs diſpleaſaunces:</l>
                     <l>Thus put I out my venum under hew</l>
                     <l>Of holineſſe, to ſeemen holy and trew,</l>
                     <l>But ſhortly mine entent I woll deuiſe,</l>
                     <l>I preach of nothing but of couetiſe.</l>
                     <l>Therefore my teme is yet, and ever was,</l>
                     <l>Radix omnium malorum eſt cupiditas.</l>
                     <l>Thus can I preach ayenſt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame vice</l>
                     <l>Which that I uſe, and that is avarice.</l>
                     <l>But though my ſelf be guilty in that ſinne,</l>
                     <l>Yet can I maken other folke to twinne</l>
                     <l>From auarice, and ſore hem to repent:</l>
                     <l>But that is not my principal entent,</l>
                     <l>I preach nothing but for couetiſe.</l>
                     <l>Of this matere it ought ynough ſuffiſe.</l>
                     <l>Then tell I hem enſamples many a one</l>
                     <l>Of old ſtories done long time agone.</l>
                     <l>For leaud people aye louen tales old,</l>
                     <l>Which things they can well report &amp; hold.</l>
                     <l>What, trowen ye whiles that I may prech,</l>
                     <l>And win gold and ſiluer for to tech,</l>
                     <l>That I woll liue in pouert wilfully?</l>
                     <l>Nay, nay, I thought it neuer truly.</l>
                     <l>For I woll preach and beg in ſundry londs,</l>
                     <l>I woll not doe no labour with mine honds,</l>
                     <l>Ne make baskets and liue thereby,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe I woll not beg idelly.</l>
                     <l>I woll none of the apoſtles counterfete:</l>
                     <l>I woll haue money, mault, cheeſe, &amp; whete,</l>
                     <l>All were it yeuen of the pooreſt page,</l>
                     <l>Or of the pooreſt widdow in a village:</l>
                     <l>Though her children ſhould ſterue for famine.</l>
                     <l>Nay, I woll drinke the licour of the wine,</l>
                     <l>And haue a jolly wench in every toun:</l>
                     <l>But hearkeneth lordings my concluſioun.</l>
                     <l>Your liking is that I ſhould tell a tale,</l>
                     <l>Now I haue drunken a draught of corny ale:</l>
                     <l>By God I hope I ſhall tell you a thing,</l>
                     <l>That ſhall by reaſon been at your liking:</l>
                     <l>For though my ſelfe be a full vicious man,</l>
                     <l>A morall tale yet I you tell can,</l>
                     <l>Which I am wont to preach, for to win:</l>
                     <l>Now hold your peace, my tale I woll begin.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Pardoners Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>A company of Riotours conſpire to kill Death,
who killeth them one after another.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <lg>
                           <l>IN Flanders whilom there was a companie</l>
                           <l>Of yong folke, that haunted follie:</l>
                           <l>As haſard, riot, ſtewes, and tauernes,</l>
                           <l>Whereas with harps, lutes, and geternes,</l>
                           <l>They dauncen &amp; plaien at dice night &amp; day,</l>
                           <l>And eaten alſo, ouer that her might may.</l>
                           <l>Through which they done the deuill ſacrifice</l>
                           <l>Within the devils temple, in curſed wiſe,</l>
                           <l>By ſuperfluitie abhominable:</l>
                           <l>Her othes been ſo great and ſo damnable,</l>
                           <l>That it is griſly for to heare hem ſweare:</l>
                           <l>Our bleſſed lords body they all to teare,</l>
                           <l>Hem thought y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Iews rent him not ynough:</l>
                           <l>And each of hem at others ſinne lough.</l>
                           <l>And right anon comen in tombleſteres</l>
                           <l>Fetis and ſmale, and yong foiteres,</l>
                           <l>Singers with harpes, bauds, and waferers,</l>
                           <l>Which that been verely the deuils officers</l>
                           <l>
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To kindle and blow the fire of letcherie,</l>
                           <l>That is annexed vnto glotonie.</l>
                           <l>The holy writ take I to my witneſſe,</l>
                           <l>That letchery is in wine and dronkenneſſe.</l>
                           <l>Lo how that dronken Loth vnkindly</l>
                           <l>Lay by his daughters two vnwittingly,</l>
                           <l>So dronke he was he niſt what he wrought,</l>
                           <l>And therefore ſore repenten him ought.</l>
                           <l>Herodes, who ſo woll the ſtories ſeche,</l>
                           <l>There may ye learne, &amp; by enſample teche,</l>
                           <l>When he of wine was replete at his feaſt,</l>
                           <l>Right at his owne table yaue his heſt</l>
                           <l>To ſleen Iohan the Baptiſt full guiltleſſe.</l>
                           <l>Seneke ſaith eke good words doubtleſſe:</l>
                           <l>He ſaith he can no difference find</l>
                           <l>* Betwixt a man that is out of his mind,</l>
                           <l>And a man the which is dronkelew:</l>
                           <l>But that woodneſſe fallen in a ſhrew,</l>
                           <l>Perſeuereth lenger than doth dronkenneſſe.</l>
                           <l>O glotenie, full of curſedneſſe:</l>
                           <l>O cauſe firſt of our confuſion,</l>
                           <l>O originall of our damnation,</l>
                           <l>Til Chriſt had bouȝt vs with his blood again:</l>
                           <l>Lo how dere, ſhortly for to ſain,</l>
                           <l>Bought was firſt this curſed villanie:</l>
                           <l>Corrupt was all this world throgh glotenie.</l>
                           <l>Adam our fornfather, and his wife alſo,</l>
                           <l>Fro Paradice, to labour and to wo</l>
                           <l>Were driven for that vice, it is no drede:</l>
                           <l>For whiles that Adam faſted, as I rede,</l>
                           <l>He was in Paradiſe, and when that hee</l>
                           <l>Eat of the fruit defended on the tree,</l>
                           <l>Anon he was out caſt to wo and paine.</l>
                           <l>O glotenie, on thee well ought vs to plaine.</l>
                           <l>* Oh, wiſt a man how many maladies</l>
                           <l>Followeth of exceſſe and of glotenies,</l>
                           <l>He would been the more meaſurable</l>
                           <l>Of his diete, ſitting at his table.</l>
                           <l>Alas the ſhort throat, the tender mouth,</l>
                           <l>Maketh that Eaſt &amp; Weſt, North &amp; South,</l>
                           <l>In earth, in aire, in water, men to ſwinke,</l>
                           <l>To getten a glutton deinte meat and drinke.</l>
                           <l>Of this matter, O Paul, wel canſt thou treat,</l>
                           <l>* Meat vnto wombe, &amp; wombe eke vnto meat</l>
                           <l>Shall God deſtroien both, as Paule ſaith.</l>
                           <l>Alas, a foule thing it is by my faith,</l>
                           <l>To ſay this word, and fouler is the dede,</l>
                           <l>When men ſo drinketh of the white and rede,</l>
                           <l>That of his throte he maketh his priue</l>
                           <l>Through thilke curſed ſuperfluite.</l>
                           <l>The Apoſtle ſaieth weeping full pitouſly,</l>
                           <l>There walken many, of which told haue I,</l>
                           <l>I ſay it now weeping with pitous voice,</l>
                           <l>They been enemies of Chriſts croice,</l>
                           <l>Of which the end is death, womb is her God.</l>
                           <l>O belly, O wombe, O ſtinking cod,</l>
                           <l>Fulfilled of dong and corruptioun,</l>
                           <l>At either end of thee foule is the ſoun.</l>
                           <l>How great coſt and labour is there to find</l>
                           <l>Theſe cookes? Lord how they ſtamp, ſtrein, &amp; grind,</l>
                           <l>And turne ſubſtance into accident,</l>
                           <l>To fulfill all thy likerous talent.</l>
                           <l>Out of the hard bones knocken they</l>
                           <l>The mary, for they caſt it not away,</l>
                           <l>That may go through the gullet ſoft &amp; ſote:</l>
                           <l>Of ſpicerie, of leaves, barke, and rote,</l>
                           <l>Shall been his ſauce ymade by delite</l>
                           <l>To maken hem have a newer appetite.</l>
                           <l>* But certes he that haunteth ſuch delices,</l>
                           <l>Is dead, whiles that he liveth in the vices.</l>
                           <l>* A lecherous thing is wine &amp; dronkennes,</l>
                           <l>It is full of ſtriving and of wretchednes.</l>
                           <l>Oh dronken man, disfigured in thy face,</l>
                           <l>Soure is thy breath, foul art thou to enbrace:</l>
                           <l>And through thy dronken noſe ſouneth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſoun,</l>
                           <l>As tho thou ſaideſt aie Sampſon, Sampſoun:</l>
                           <l>And yet God wot Sampſon dronk never wine.</l>
                           <l>Thou falleſt, as it were a ſticked ſwine:</l>
                           <l>Thy tongue is loſt, and all thine honeſt cure,</l>
                           <l>* For drunkenneſſe is very ſepulture</l>
                           <l>Of mans wit, and his diſcretion.</l>
                           <l>* In whom that drinke hath domination,</l>
                           <l>He can no counſaile keepe, it is no drede.</l>
                           <l>Now kepe you fro the white &amp; fro the rede,</l>
                           <l>And namely fro the White wine of Lepe,</l>
                           <l>That is to ſell in Fiſhſtreet and in Chepe.</l>
                           <l>This wine of Spaine creepeth ſubtilly,</l>
                           <l>And ſo do other wines growing faſt by:</l>
                           <l>Of which riſeth ſuch fumoſitee,</l>
                           <l>That when a man hath dronk draughts three,</l>
                           <l>And weneth that he be at home in Chepe,</l>
                           <l>He is in Spaine, right at the toune of Lepe,</l>
                           <l>Nought at Rochell, ne at Burdeaux toun.</l>
                           <l>And then woll he ſay, Sampſoun, Sampſoun,</l>
                           <l>But herkeneth lordings o word, I you pray,</l>
                           <l>That all the ſoveraigne acts dare I ſay</l>
                           <l>Of victories in the old Teſtament,</l>
                           <l>That through very God, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is omnipotent,</l>
                           <l>Were doen in abſtinence and in prayere:</l>
                           <l>Looketh the Bible, and there ye mow it lere.</l>
                           <l>Looketh Attila, the great conquerour</l>
                           <l>Died in his ſleepe, with ſhame &amp; diſhonour</l>
                           <l>Bleeding aye at his noſe in drunkenneſſe:</l>
                           <l>A captaine ſhould liue in ſoberneſſe.</l>
                           <l>And over all this, auiſe you right well,</l>
                           <l>What was commaunded unto Lamuel?</l>
                           <l>Not Samuell: but Lamuel ſay I.</l>
                           <l>Redeth the Bible, and find it expreſly</l>
                           <l>Of wine yeuing to hem that haue juſtice:</l>
                           <l>No more of this, for it may well ſuffice.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And now that I have ſpoke of glotonie,</l>
                           <l>Now woll I defend you haſardrie.</l>
                           <l>Haſard is very mother of leſings,</l>
                           <l>And of deceit, and curſed forſwearings:</l>
                           <l>Blaſpheme of Chriſt, manſlauȝter, &amp; waſt alſo</l>
                           <l>Of cattel, of time, and of other mo.</l>
                           <l>* It is repreue, and contrary to honour,</l>
                           <l>For to be holden a common haſardour.</l>
                           <l>And ever the higher that he is of eſtate,</l>
                           <l>The more he is holden deſolate.</l>
                           <l>If that a Prince ſhall uſe haſardrie</l>
                           <l>In his gouernaunce and pollicie,</l>
                           <l>He is as by common opinion</l>
                           <l>Hold the leſſe in reputation.</l>
                           <l>Stillebon that was hold a wiſe embaſſadour,</l>
                           <l>Was ſent to Corinth with full great honour</l>
                           <l>Fro Calidone, to maken hem alliaunce:</l>
                           <l>And when he came, there happed this chaunce,</l>
                           <l>That all the greateſt that were of the lond</l>
                           <l>Playing at haſard he hem yfond:</l>
                           <l>
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For which, as ſoone as it might be,</l>
                           <l>He ſtale him home ayen to his countre,</l>
                           <l>And ſaied, There woll I not leſe my name,</l>
                           <l>I nill not take on me ſo great defame,</l>
                           <l>For to allie you to none haſardours:</l>
                           <l>Sendeth other wiſer embaſſadours.</l>
                           <l>For by my trouth, me were leuer die</l>
                           <l>Than I ſhould you to haſardours alie.</l>
                           <l>For ye that been ſo glorious in honours,</l>
                           <l>Shall not alie you with haſardours,</l>
                           <l>As by my will, ne by my treatie:</l>
                           <l>This wiſe Philoſopher thus ſaied he.</l>
                           <l>Looke eke how to king Demetrius</l>
                           <l>The king of Parthes, as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> booke ſaieth vs,</l>
                           <l>Sent him a paire of dice of gold in ſcorne,</l>
                           <l>For he had vſed haſardrie there biforne:</l>
                           <l>For which he held his glory and his renoun</l>
                           <l>At no value or reputatioun.</l>
                           <l>* Lords might find other manner play</l>
                           <l>Honeſt ynough to driue the day away.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Now wol I ſpeake of othes falſe &amp; great</l>
                           <l>A word or two, as other bookes entreat,</l>
                           <l>* Great ſwearing is thing abhominable,</l>
                           <l>And falſe ſwearing is yet more reprouable:</l>
                           <l>The high God forbad ſwearing at all,</l>
                           <l>Witneſſe of Mathew: but in ſpeciall</l>
                           <l>Of ſwearing ſaieth the holy Ieremie,</l>
                           <l>* Thou ſhalt ſweare ſooth thine othes, &amp; not lie:</l>
                           <l>And ſweare in dome &amp; eke in rightwyſnes,</l>
                           <l>But idle ſwearing is a curſedneſſe.</l>
                           <l>Behold and ſee that in the firſt table</l>
                           <l>Of high Gods heſtes that ben honourable,</l>
                           <l>How that the ſecond heſt of him is this,</l>
                           <l>Take not my name in idleneſſe amis.</l>
                           <l>Lo, he rather forbiddeth ſuch ſwearing,</l>
                           <l>Than homicide, or any other curſed thing:</l>
                           <l>I ſay as thus, by order it ſtondeth,</l>
                           <l>This knoweth they y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> his heſts vnderſtond<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,</l>
                           <l>How that the ſecond heſt of God is that:</l>
                           <l>And furthermore, I woll thee tell all plat,</l>
                           <l>* That vengeaunce ſhall not part fro his hous,</l>
                           <l>That of his othes is too outrageous,</l>
                           <l>By Gods precious heart, and his nailes,</l>
                           <l>And by the bloud of Chriſt, that is in Hailes,</l>
                           <l>Seuen is my chaunce, &amp; thine fiue and three:</l>
                           <l>By Gods armes, if thou falſly play me,</l>
                           <l>This dagger ſhall through thine heart ygo.</l>
                           <l>This fruit it commeth of thilke bones two,</l>
                           <l>For ſwearing, ire, falſeneſſe, and homicide.</l>
                           <l>Now for the loue of Chriſt that for vs dide,</l>
                           <l>Leaueth your othes, both great and ſmale,</l>
                           <l>For I ſhall tell you a meruellous tale.</l>
                           <l>Theſe roitours three, of which I tell,</l>
                           <l>Long erſt or prime rong any bell,</l>
                           <l>Were ſet hem in a Tauerne to drinke:</l>
                           <l>And as they ſat, they heard a bell clinke</l>
                           <l>Before a corſe that was carried to his graue:</l>
                           <l>That one of hem gan to call to his knaue,</l>
                           <l>Goe bette (qd. he) and aske redily,</l>
                           <l>What corſe is this, that paſſeth forth by:</l>
                           <l>And looke that thou report his name wele.</l>
                           <l>Sir (qd. he) it needeth neuer a dele:</l>
                           <l>It was me told ere ye came here two hours,</l>
                           <l>He was parde an old fellow of yours,</l>
                           <l>All ſuddainly was he ſlaine to night:</l>
                           <l>For drunke as he ſat on his bench vpright,</l>
                           <l>There came a priuy theefe, men clepen death,</l>
                           <l>That in this countrey all the people ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>aeth:</l>
                           <l>And with his ſpeare he ſmote his heart at wo,</l>
                           <l>And went his way withouten words mo.</l>
                           <l>He hath a thouſand ſlaine this peſtilence:</l>
                           <l>And maiſter ere ye come in his preſence,</l>
                           <l>Me thinketh that it were neceſſarie:</l>
                           <l>For to beware of ſuch an aduerſarie:</l>
                           <l>Bethe redy for to meten him euermore,</l>
                           <l>Thus taught me my dame, I ſay no more.</l>
                           <l>By ſaint Mary, ſaied this Tauernere,</l>
                           <l>The child ſayeth ſooth, for he hath this yere</l>
                           <l>Hens ouer a mile, ſlaine in a great village,</l>
                           <l>Both man and woman, child, and page,</l>
                           <l>I trowe his habitation be there:</l>
                           <l>To been auiſed, great wiſdome it were,</l>
                           <l>Ere that he did a man diſhonour,</l>
                           <l>Ye, Gods armes (qd. this riotour)</l>
                           <l>Is it ſuch perill with him for to meet?</l>
                           <l>I ſhall him ſeeche by ſtile and eke by ſtreet.</l>
                           <l>I make auow by Gods digne bones,</l>
                           <l>Herkeneth fellowes, we three been all ones:</l>
                           <l>Let ech of vs hold vp his hond to other,</l>
                           <l>And ech of vs become others brother,</l>
                           <l>And we woll ſlea this falſe traitour death:</l>
                           <l>He ſhall be ſlaine, that ſo many ſlaeth</l>
                           <l>By Gods dignity, ere that it be night.</l>
                           <l>Togider han theſe three her trouths plight</l>
                           <l>To liue and die ech of them with other,</l>
                           <l>As though he were his owne brother.</l>
                           <l>And vp they ſtert all dronken in this rage,</l>
                           <l>And forth they gone toward that village,</l>
                           <l>Of which the Tauerner hath ſpoken before,</l>
                           <l>And many a griſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>y othe ha<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap> they ſwore,</l>
                           <l>And Chriſtes bleſſed body they to rent,</l>
                           <l>Death ſhall be dead, and we may him hent.</l>
                           <l>When they han gone not fully a mile,</l>
                           <l>Right as they would haue troden ouer a ſtile</l>
                           <l>An old poore man with hem met.</l>
                           <l>This old man full meekely hem gret,</l>
                           <l>And ſaied, now lordings God ye ſee.</l>
                           <l>The proudeſt of theſe riotours three</l>
                           <l>Anſwerd ayen, what churle with hard grace,</l>
                           <l>Why art thou all forwrapped ſaue thy face?</l>
                           <l>Why liueſt thou ſo long in ſo great age?</l>
                           <l>This old man gan looken in his viſage,</l>
                           <l>And ſaied thus: for that I cannot find</l>
                           <l>A man, though I walked into Iude,</l>
                           <l>Neither in city, ne in no village,</l>
                           <l>That would chaunge his youth for mine age,</l>
                           <l>And therefore mote I haue mine age ſtill</l>
                           <l>As long time as it ſhall be Gods will.</l>
                           <l>Ne death alas <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>ill not haue my life,</l>
                           <l>Thus walke I like a reſtleſſe caitife,</l>
                           <l>And on y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ground, which is my mothers gate,</l>
                           <l>I knocke with my ſtaffe erliche and late,</l>
                           <l>And ſay ſtill, leue mother let me in,</l>
                           <l>Lo how I vaniſh, fleſh, blood, and skin:</l>
                           <l>Alas, when ſhall my bones been at reſt,</l>
                           <l>Mother with you would I chaunge my cheſt,</l>
                           <l>That in my chamber long time hath be,</l>
                           <l>Ye for an heren clout to wrap in me:</l>
                           <l>But yet to me ſhe woll not doen y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> grace,</l>
                           <l>For which full pale and welked is my face.</l>
                           <l>
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* But ſirs, to you it is ne courteſie</l>
                           <l>To ſpeaken vnto an old man villanie,</l>
                           <l>But he treſpace in word either in dede,</l>
                           <l>In holy writ you may your ſelfe well rede:</l>
                           <l>* Ayenſt an old man, hore vpon his hede</l>
                           <l>Ye ſhould ariſe: therefore I you rede</l>
                           <l>Ne doeth to an old man no harme as now,</l>
                           <l>No more than ye would a man did you</l>
                           <l>In age, if that ye may ſo long abide.</l>
                           <l>And God be with you whether ye go or ride,</l>
                           <l>I mote go thider as I have to go.</l>
                           <l>Nay old churle, by God thou ſhalt not ſo,</l>
                           <l>Saied theſe other haſardours anon.</l>
                           <l>Thou parteſt not ſo lightly by ſaint Iohn:</l>
                           <l>Thou ſpakeſt riȝt now of thilke traitor death,</l>
                           <l>That in this country all our friends ſlaeth:</l>
                           <l>Have here my trouth thou art his eſpie,</l>
                           <l>Tell where he is, or els thou ſhalt die</l>
                           <l>By God and by the holy Sacrament,</l>
                           <l>For ſoothly thou art of his aſſent</l>
                           <l>To ſlea vs yong folke, O thou falſe thefe.</l>
                           <l>Now ſirs, if it be to you ſo lefe</l>
                           <l>To find death, tourne vp this crooked way,</l>
                           <l>For in that groue I left him by my fay</l>
                           <l>Vnder a tree, and there he woll abide:</l>
                           <l>Ne for your boſt he nill him nothing hide.</l>
                           <l>Se ye yonder oke, right there ye ſhall him find:</l>
                           <l>God ſaue you, that bought ayen mankind,</l>
                           <l>And you amend, thus ſaied this old man.</l>
                           <l>Then eueriche of theſe riotours ran,</l>
                           <l>Til they came to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> tree, &amp; there they found</l>
                           <l>Floreines of gold fine, y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>oined round,</l>
                           <l>Well nigh a ſeuen buſhels, as hem thought:</l>
                           <l>No lenger than after death they ſought,</l>
                           <l>But ech of hem ſo glad was of that ſight,</l>
                           <l>For that the Floreins ſo faire been &amp; bright,</l>
                           <l>That doune they ſit by the precious hord,</l>
                           <l>The yongeſt of hem ſpake the firſt word.</l>
                           <l>Brethren (qd. he) take keepe what I ſay,</l>
                           <l>My wit is great, though I bord or play:</l>
                           <l>This treaſure hath fortune to vs yeuen</l>
                           <l>In mirth and iollity our life to liuen,</l>
                           <l>And lightly as it comes, ſo woll we ſpend:</l>
                           <l>Heie, Gods precious hart: who did once wend</l>
                           <l>To day, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we ſhould have ſo faire a grace?</l>
                           <l>But might this gold be caried fro this place</l>
                           <l>Home to my houſe, or els vnto yours,</l>
                           <l>(For well I wote y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> all this gold is ours).</l>
                           <l>Then were we in high felicite.</l>
                           <l>But truly by day it may not be,</l>
                           <l>Men would then ſay that we wer theeues ſtrong,</l>
                           <l>And for our owne treaſure doen vs hong.</l>
                           <l>This treaſure muſt yearied be by night</l>
                           <l>As wiſely and as ſlily as it might.</l>
                           <l>Wherefore I rede, draw cut among vs all,</l>
                           <l>And let us ſee where the cut woll fall:</l>
                           <l>He that hath the ſhorteſt cut, with hart blith,</l>
                           <l>Shall renne to the toune, &amp; that full ſwith,</l>
                           <l>To bring vs bread and drinke full priuely:</l>
                           <l>And two of us ſhall keepe full ſubtilly</l>
                           <l>This treaſure well, and if he woll not tarie,</l>
                           <l>When it is night, we woll this treaſure carie</l>
                           <l>By one aſſent, where as vs liſt beſt.</l>
                           <l>That one of hem brought graſſe in his feſt,</l>
                           <l>And bad hem draw, &amp; look where it wold fall,</l>
                           <l>And it fell on the yongeſt of hem all:</l>
                           <l>And forth toward the toune he went anone.</l>
                           <l>And alſo as ſoone as he was gone,</l>
                           <l>That one of hem ſpake vnto that other,</l>
                           <l>Thou woſt well thou art my ſworne brother,</l>
                           <l>Thy profite woll I tell thee right anone:</l>
                           <l>Thou woſt well that our fellow is gone,</l>
                           <l>And here is gold, and y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> full great plentee,</l>
                           <l>That ſhall departed be among vs three.</l>
                           <l>But natheleſſe, if that I can ſhape it ſo,</l>
                           <l>That it departed were among vs two,</l>
                           <l>Had I not doen a friendly turne to thee?</l>
                           <l>That other anſwerd, I not how y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> might be:</l>
                           <l>I woll well that the gold were ours two,</l>
                           <l>What ſhould we doe, that it might be ſo?</l>
                           <l>Shall it be counſaile (ſaid the firſt ſhrew)</l>
                           <l>And I ſhall tell thee in words few</l>
                           <l>What we woll doen, &amp; bring it well about.</l>
                           <l>I graunt (qd. that other) out of dout:</l>
                           <l>That by my trouth I woll thee not bewrain.</l>
                           <l>Now (qd. he) thou woſt well we been twain,</l>
                           <l>And twain of vs ſhall ſtronger be than one?</l>
                           <l>Looke when he is ſet, and then anone</l>
                           <l>Ariſe, as thogh thou wouldeſt with him play,</l>
                           <l>And I ſhall riuen him through the ſides tway,</l>
                           <l>Whiles y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou ſtrugleſt with him as in game:</l>
                           <l>And with thy dagger looke thou do y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſame,</l>
                           <l>And then ſhall all the good departed be</l>
                           <l>My owne dere friend, betwixt thee &amp; me:</l>
                           <l>Then may we both all our luſts fulfill,</l>
                           <l>And play at vice, right at our owne will.</l>
                           <l>And thus accorded ben theſe ſhrews tway,</l>
                           <l>To ſlea the third, as ye heard me ſay.</l>
                           <l>This yongeſt, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> went to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> toune,</l>
                           <l>Full often in his hart rolled up and doune</l>
                           <l>The beauty of theſe floreines faire &amp; bright:</l>
                           <l>O Lord (qd. he) if ſo were that I might</l>
                           <l>Haue all this treaſure to my ſelfe alone,</l>
                           <l>There nis no man that liueth vnder trone</l>
                           <l>Of God, that ſhould liue ſo merry as I:</l>
                           <l>And at the laſt the fiend our enemy</l>
                           <l>Put in his thought that he ſhuld poiſon bey,</l>
                           <l>With which he might ſlaen his felows twey.</l>
                           <l>For why, the fiend fond him in ſuch liuing,</l>
                           <l>That he had leue to ſorrow him to bring.</l>
                           <l>For this was vtterly his entent,</l>
                           <l>To ſlaen hem both, and neuer to repent.</l>
                           <l>And forth he goth, no lenger would he tary,</l>
                           <l>Into the toune vnto a Potecary,</l>
                           <l>And praied him that he would him ſell</l>
                           <l>Some poyſon, that he might his rats quell.</l>
                           <l>And eke there was a Polkat in his hawe,</l>
                           <l>That as he ſaied, his Capons had yſlaw:</l>
                           <l>And ſaid, he would wreken him if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he might</l>
                           <l>Of vermine, that deſtroied hem by night.</l>
                           <l>The Poticarie anſwerd, thou ſhalt haue</l>
                           <l>A thing, as wiſly God my ſoule ſaue,</l>
                           <l>In all this world there nis no creature</l>
                           <l>That eateth or drinketh of this confecture,</l>
                           <l>Not but the mountenaunce of a corne of</l>
                           <l>That he ne ſhall his life anone forlete,</l>
                           <l>Ye ſterue he ſhall, and that in leſſe while, where,</l>
                           <l>Than thou woldeſt gone apace, not but a mile:</l>
                           <l>This poiſon is ſo hard &amp; ſo violent.</l>
                           <l>This turſed man hath in his hond hent</l>
                           <l>This poiſon in a boxe, and ſwithe he ran</l>
                           <l>Into the next ſtreet unto a man,</l>
                           <l>
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And borrowed of him large bottles three,</l>
                           <l>And in the two the poiſon poured he:</l>
                           <l>The third he kept cleane for his own drinke,</l>
                           <l>For all the night he ſhope him for to ſwinke</l>
                           <l>In carying of the gold out of that place.</l>
                           <l>And when this riotour with ſorry grace</l>
                           <l>Hath fild with him his great bottles three,</l>
                           <l>To his fellowes ayen repaired hee.</l>
                           <l>What needeth it thereof to ſermon more?</l>
                           <l>For right as they had caſt his death before,</l>
                           <l>Right ſo they han him ſlain, and y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> anone.</l>
                           <l>And when this was doen, then ſpake y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> one,</l>
                           <l>Now let us ſit and drinke, &amp; make vs mery,</l>
                           <l>And afterward they wolne his body bury:</l>
                           <l>And after that it happed hem per caas,</l>
                           <l>The one took the bottle, there y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> poiſon was,</l>
                           <l>And dronke, &amp; yaue his fellow drinke alſo,</l>
                           <l>Through which anon they ſteruen both two.</l>
                           <l>But certes I ſuppoſe that Auicenne</l>
                           <l>Wrote neuer in no chanon, ne in no fenne</l>
                           <l>More wonder ſorrows of empoyſoning.</l>
                           <l>Than had theſe wretches two in her ending.</l>
                           <l>Thus ended been theſe homicides two,</l>
                           <l>And eke the falſe empoyſoner alſo.</l>
                           <l>O curſed ſinne, full of all curſedneſſe,</l>
                           <l>O traitour homicide, O wickedneſſe,</l>
                           <l>O glotenie, luxurie, and haſardie,</l>
                           <l>Thou blaſphemour of Chriſt with villanie,</l>
                           <l>And othes great, of vſage and of pride:</l>
                           <l>Alas mankind, how may it betide,</l>
                           <l>That to thy creatour, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thee wrought,</l>
                           <l>And with his precious blood thee bought,</l>
                           <l>Thou art ſo falſe and ſo vnkind, alas.</l>
                           <l>Now good men, God foryeue you your treſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pas:</l>
                           <l>And ware you fro the ſinne of auarice,</l>
                           <l>Mine holy pardon may you all wariſh,</l>
                           <l>So that ye offer nobles or ſtarlings,</l>
                           <l>Other els ſiluer ſpoones, brooches, or rings.</l>
                           <l>Boweth your head vnder this holy Bull.</l>
                           <l>Commeth vp ye wiues, &amp; offreth of your wol,</l>
                           <l>Your names here I enter in my roll anone,</l>
                           <l>Into the bliſſe of heauen ſhull ye all gone:</l>
                           <l>I you aſſoile by mine high powere</l>
                           <l>Ye that offren, to been as cleane and clere</l>
                           <l>As ye were borne. Lo ſirs, thus I preach:</l>
                           <l>And Ieſu Chriſt, that is our ſoules leach,</l>
                           <l>So graunt you his pardon to receiue,</l>
                           <l>For that is beſt, I woll you not deceiue.</l>
                           <l>But ſirs, one word foryate I in my tale,</l>
                           <l>I haue relickes and pardons in my male,</l>
                           <l>As faire as any man man in Englond,</l>
                           <l>Which were yeuen me by the Popes hond.</l>
                           <l>If any of you woll of deuotion</l>
                           <l>Offren, and haue mine abſolution,</l>
                           <l>Commeth forth anon, &amp; kneeleth her adoun</l>
                           <l>That ye may haue part of my Pardoun,</l>
                           <l>Or els taketh pardon as ye wend,</l>
                           <l>All new and freſh at euery tounes end,</l>
                           <l>So that ye offren alway new and new</l>
                           <l>Nobles or pens, which been good and trew.</l>
                           <l>It is great honour to euerich that is here,</l>
                           <l>That ye may haue a ſufficient pardonere</l>
                           <l>To aſſoile you in countrey there ye ride,</l>
                           <l>For auentures, which that may betide.</l>
                           <l>For perauenture there may fall one or two</l>
                           <l>Doune off her hors, &amp; breke her neck atwo.</l>
                           <l>Look which ſuertie it is to you all,</l>
                           <l>That I am in your fellowſhip yfall,</l>
                           <l>That may aſſoile you both more and laſſe,</l>
                           <l>When that the ſoule ſhall fro thy body paſſe.</l>
                           <l>I rede that our hoſt ſhall firſt beginne,</l>
                           <l>For he is moſt enuelopt of ſinne.</l>
                           <l>Commeth forth ſir hoſt, &amp; offer firſt anone,</l>
                           <l>And thou ſhalt kiſſe the relikes euerichone</l>
                           <l>Ye for a grote, vnbokell anon thy purſe.</l>
                           <l>Nay nay (qd. he) then haue I Chriſts curſe:</l>
                           <l>Let be (qd. he) it ſhall not be ſo theiche,</l>
                           <l>Thou wouldeſt make me kiſſe thine old brech,</l>
                           <l>And ſweare it were a relike of a ſaint,</l>
                           <l>Though it were with thy foundement de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>paint.</l>
                           <l>But by the croſſe which ſaint Helain fond,</l>
                           <l>I would I had thine coilons in mine hond</l>
                           <l>Inſteed of relikes, or of ſanctuarie:</l>
                           <l>Let cut hem of, I woll help thee hem to carie,</l>
                           <l>They ſhull be ſhrined in an hogs tord.</l>
                           <l>This Pardoner anſwered not a word,</l>
                           <l>So wroth he was, he would no word ſay.</l>
                           <l>Now (qd. our hoſt) I woll no lenger play</l>
                           <l>With thee, ne with none other angrie man,</l>
                           <l>But right anon the worthy knight began,</l>
                           <l>When that he ſaw that all the people lough:</l>
                           <l>No more of this, for it is right ynough,</l>
                           <l>Sir Pardoner, be merry and glad of chere,</l>
                           <l>And ye ſir hoſt, that been to me ſo dere:</l>
                           <l>I pray you that ye kiſſe the Pardonere,</l>
                           <l>And Pardoner, I pray thee draw thee nere,</l>
                           <l>And as we did, let us lough and play:</l>
                           <l>Anon they kiſſed, and ride forth her way.</l>
                        </lg>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Shipmans Prologue.</head>
                     <l>NOw friendes ſaid our hoſt ſo dere,</l>
                     <l>How liketh you by Iohn y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Pardonere?</l>
                     <l>He hath vnbokeled well the male,</l>
                     <l>He hath us told right a thriftie tale</l>
                     <l>As touching of mens miſgouernaunce:</l>
                     <l>I pray to God yeue him full good chaunce,</l>
                     <l>As ye han heard of theſe riotours three.</l>
                     <l>Now gentle Mariner, I heartely pray thee,</l>
                     <l>Tell us a good tale, and that right anon:</l>
                     <l>It ſhall be doen, by God &amp; by ſaint Iohn</l>
                     <l>Said this Mariner, as well as euer I can:</l>
                     <l>And right anon his tale he thus began.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Shipmans Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>A Marchant of S. Deniſe is cozened by his own
Wife, and by a Monke called Dan John. This
Argument is taken out of Bochas in his Novels.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <l>A Marchant whilome dwelled at ſaint Deniſe,</l>
                        <l>That rich was, for which men held him</l>
                        <l>A wife he had of excellent beaute,</l>
                        <l>And compinable, &amp; reuelous was ſhe, wiſe:</l>
                        <l>Which is a thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> cauſeth more diſpence,</l>
                        <l>Than worth is all the chere &amp; reuerence,</l>
                        <l>That men hem doen at feaſts &amp; at daunces:</l>
                        <l>* Such ſalutations and countenaunces</l>
                        <l>Paſſeth, as doeth the ſhaddow on a wall:</l>
                        <l>But wo is him that pay mote for all,</l>
                        <l>The ſely husbond algate he mote pay,</l>
                        <l>He mote vs both clothe and eke array</l>
                        <l>
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All for his owne worſhip, richely:</l>
                        <l>In which array we dauncen jolily.</l>
                        <l>And if that he may not perauenture,</l>
                        <l>Or els luſt not no ſuch ſpece endure,</l>
                        <l>But thinketh that it is waſt and yloſt,</l>
                        <l>Then mote another pay for our coſt,</l>
                        <l>And lend vs gold, and that is perillous.</l>
                        <l>This noble Marchant held a noble hous,</l>
                        <l>For which he had all day great repaire</l>
                        <l>For his largeſſe, and for his wife was faire,</l>
                        <l>That wonder is: but herkeneth to my tale.</l>
                        <l>Among all his guells both great &amp; imale</l>
                        <l>There was a Monke, a faire man &amp; a bold,</l>
                        <l>I trow thirtie Winter he was old,</l>
                        <l>That euer in one was drawing to that place:</l>
                        <l>This yong Monke, that ſo faire was of face,</l>
                        <l>Acquainted was ſo well with this good man,</l>
                        <l>Sithens that he firſt knowledge began,</l>
                        <l>That in his houſe as familiar was he,</l>
                        <l>As it is poſſible any friend to be.</l>
                        <l>And for as much as this good man</l>
                        <l>And eke the Monke, of which I began,</l>
                        <l>Were both two yborne in one village,</l>
                        <l>The Monke him claimed, as for couſinage,</l>
                        <l>And he againe ſaied him not once nay,</l>
                        <l>But was as glad thereof, as foule of day:</l>
                        <l>For to his heart it was a great pleaſaunce.</l>
                        <l>Thus ben they knit with eterne alliaunce,</l>
                        <l>And eke of hem gan other for to enſure</l>
                        <l>Of brotherhed, whiles her life may dure.</l>
                        <l>Free was Dan Iohn, &amp; namely of diſpence</l>
                        <l>As in that hous, and full of diligence</l>
                        <l>To doe pleaſaunce, and eke great coſtage:</l>
                        <l>He foryate not to yeue the leaſt page</l>
                        <l>In all that houſe, but after her degree:</l>
                        <l>He yaue the lord, and ſithen his meinee,</l>
                        <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he came, ſome maner honeſt thing,</l>
                        <l>For which they were as glad of his comming</l>
                        <l>As foule is faine, when the ſunne vp riſeth:</l>
                        <l>No more hereof as now, for it ſuffiſeth.</l>
                        <l>But ſo befell, this Marchaunt on a day</l>
                        <l>Shope him to make ready his array</l>
                        <l>Toward the toune of Bruges for to fare,</l>
                        <l>To buy there a portion of ware:</l>
                        <l>For which he hath ſent to Paris anon</l>
                        <l>A meſſenger, and praied hath Dan Ihon</l>
                        <l>That he ſhould come to S. Denis to plain</l>
                        <l>With him, and with his wife, a day or twain,</l>
                        <l>Or he to Bruges went, in all wiſe.</l>
                        <l>This noble Monke, of which I you deuiſe,</l>
                        <l>Hath of his Abbot, as him liſt, licence,</l>
                        <l>(Becauſe he was a man of high prudence</l>
                        <l>And eke an officer) out for to ride</l>
                        <l>To ſeene her graunges, &amp; her bernes wide,</l>
                        <l>And vnto ſaint Denis he commeth anon:</l>
                        <l>Who was ſo welcome as my lord Dan Iohn,</l>
                        <l>Our dere couſin full of courteſie?</l>
                        <l>With him he brought a jubbe of Malueſie,</l>
                        <l>And eke another full of fine vernage,</l>
                        <l>And volatily, as was aye his vſage:</l>
                        <l>And thus I let hem both eat, drinke, &amp; play,</l>
                        <l>This marchant &amp; this monke a day or tway.</l>
                        <l>The third day this Marchaunt vp riſeth,</l>
                        <l>And on his need ſadly him aviſeth:</l>
                        <l>And vp into his counting houſe goth he</l>
                        <l>To reckon with himſelfe, as well may be</l>
                        <l>Of thilke yere, how it with him ſtood,</l>
                        <l>And how he diſpended had his good,</l>
                        <l>And if that he encreaſed were or none,</l>
                        <l>His bookes and his bagges many one</l>
                        <l>He laieth afore him on his counter bord:</l>
                        <l>Full rich was his treaſure and his hord.</l>
                        <l>For which full faſt his counter dore he ſhet,</l>
                        <l>And eke he nolde no man ſhould him let</l>
                        <l>Of his accounts, for the meane time:</l>
                        <l>And thus he ſate till it was paſſed prime.</l>
                        <l>Dan Iohn was riſen in the morrow alſo,</l>
                        <l>And in the garden walked to and fro,</l>
                        <l>And hath his things ſaied full courteſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>y:</l>
                        <l>This good wife come walking priuely</l>
                        <l>Into the garden, there he walked ſoft,</l>
                        <l>And him ſalueth, as ſhe hath doen full oft:</l>
                        <l>A maiden child came in her companie,</l>
                        <l>Which as her luſt ſhe may gouerne and gie,</l>
                        <l>For yet vnder the yerd was the maid.</l>
                        <l>O dere couſin mine Dan Iohn, ſhe ſaid</l>
                        <l>What aileth you ſo rathe to riſe?</l>
                        <l>Nece (qd. he) it ought ynough ſuffiſe</l>
                        <l>Fiue houres for to ſleepen on a night:</l>
                        <l>But it were for an old palled wight,</l>
                        <l>As been theſe old wedded men, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> lie &amp; dare,</l>
                        <l>As in a forme ſitteth a weary Hare</l>
                        <l>Al forſtraught with hounds great &amp; ſmale,</l>
                        <l>But deere nece, why looke ye ſo pale?</l>
                        <l>I trowen certes, that our good man</l>
                        <l>Hath you laboured, ſith this night began,</l>
                        <l>That you were need to reſten haſtely:</l>
                        <l>And with that word he lough full merely,</l>
                        <l>And with his owne thought he woxe fall red.</l>
                        <l>Then this faire wife gan to ſhake her hed,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied thus, ye God wote all (qd. ſhe)</l>
                        <l>Nay couſin mine, it ſtonds not ſo with me:</l>
                        <l>For by that God, that yave me ſoule &amp; life,</l>
                        <l>In all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> realme of Fraunce is there no wife,</l>
                        <l>That leſſe luſt hath to that ſory play:</l>
                        <l>For I may ſingen alas and welaway</l>
                        <l>That I was borne, but to no wight (qd. ſhe)</l>
                        <l>Dare I not tell how it ſtont with me.</l>
                        <l>Wherefore I think out of this world to wend,</l>
                        <l>Or els of my ſelfe ſoone to make an end,</l>
                        <l>So full I am of drede and eke of care.</l>
                        <l>This Monk began vpon his wife to ſtare,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied alas, nay nece God forbede,</l>
                        <l>That ye for any ſorrow, or for any drede</l>
                        <l>Fordoe your ſelfe: but telleth me your greefe,</l>
                        <l>Perauenture I may in your miſcheefe</l>
                        <l>Counſaile or helpe: and therefore telleth me</l>
                        <l>All your annoy, for it ſhall ſecre be:</l>
                        <l>For on my Porthoſe I make an oth,</l>
                        <l>That neuer in my life, for lefe ne loth</l>
                        <l>Ne ſhall I not of no counſaile you bewray.</l>
                        <l>The ſame ayen to you (qd. ſhe) I ſay:</l>
                        <l>By God &amp; by this Porthoſe I you ſweare,</l>
                        <l>Though men would me all in peeces teare,</l>
                        <l>Ne ſhall I neuer, for to goe to hell,</l>
                        <l>Bewray o word of thing that ye me tell,</l>
                        <l>Nor for no couſenage, ne for alliaunce,</l>
                        <l>But verely for loue and affiaunce.</l>
                        <l>Thus been they ſworne, &amp; hereupon kiſt,</l>
                        <l>And ilke of hem told other what hem liſt.</l>
                        <l>Couſin (qd. ſhe) if I had a ſpace,</l>
                        <l>As I have none, and namely in this place,</l>
                        <l>
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Then would I tell a legend of my life,</l>
                        <l>That I ſuffred haue ſith I was a wife</l>
                        <l>With mine husbond, though he be your coſin.</l>
                        <l>Nay (qd. this Monke) by God &amp; S. Martin</l>
                        <l>He nis no more couſin vnto me,</l>
                        <l>Than is this leafe that hongeth on y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> tree:</l>
                        <l>I clepe him ſo by ſaint Denis of Fraunce</l>
                        <l>To haue the more cauſe of acquaintaunce</l>
                        <l>Of you, whom I haue loued ſpecially</l>
                        <l>Abouen all other women ſikerly,</l>
                        <l>This ſweare I you on my profeſſion:</l>
                        <l>Telleth your greefe, leaſt he come adoun.</l>
                        <l>And haſteth you, and goth your way anon.</l>
                        <l>My dere loue (qd. ſhe) O my Dan Iohn,</l>
                        <l>Full lefe me were this counſaile to hide,</l>
                        <l>But out it mote, it may no lenger abide.</l>
                        <l>My husbond is to me the worſt man,</l>
                        <l>That euer was ſith the world began:</l>
                        <l>But ſithen I am a wife, it ſit not to me</l>
                        <l>To tellen no wight of our priuite</l>
                        <l>Neither in bed, ne in none other place,</l>
                        <l>God ſhild I ſhould tell it for his grace:</l>
                        <l>* A wife ne ſhould not ſay of her husbond</l>
                        <l>But all honour, as I can vnderſtond,</l>
                        <l>Saue vnto you thus much tell I ſhall:</l>
                        <l>As helpe me God, he is nought worth at all</l>
                        <l>In no degree, the value of a flie.</l>
                        <l>But yet me greueth moſt his nigardie:</l>
                        <l>And well ye wot, that women naturally</l>
                        <l>* Deſiren things ſixe, as well as I.</l>
                        <l>They woulden that her husbonds ſhould be</l>
                        <l>Hardy, and wiſe, rich, and thereto free,</l>
                        <l>And buxome to his wife, and freſh a bed.</l>
                        <l>But by that ilke Lord that for vs bled,</l>
                        <l>For his honour my ſelfe to array</l>
                        <l>A ſunday next comming, I mote needs pay</l>
                        <l>An hundred frankes, or els am I lorne:</l>
                        <l>Yet were me leuer that I were vnborne,</l>
                        <l>Than me were done a ſlaunder or a villanie.</l>
                        <l>And if mine husbond eke might it eſpie,</l>
                        <l>I nere but loſt, and therefore I you prey</l>
                        <l>Lene me this ſumme, or els mote I dey:</l>
                        <l>Dan Iohn I ſay, lene me this hundred franks,</l>
                        <l>Parde I woll not faile you my thanks,</l>
                        <l>If that ye liſt to doe that I you pray.</l>
                        <l>For of a certain day I woll you pay,</l>
                        <l>And to don you w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> pleaſaunce and ſeruice</l>
                        <l>That I may done, right as ye liſt deuiſe:</l>
                        <l>And but I do, God take on me vengeaunce,</l>
                        <l>As foule as euer had Genilion of Fraunce.</l>
                        <l>This gentle monk anſwerd in this manere,</l>
                        <l>Now truly mine owne lady dere</l>
                        <l>I haue (qd. he) on you ſo great touth,</l>
                        <l>That I you ſwere, &amp; plight you my trouth,</l>
                        <l>That when your husbond is to Flanders fare,</l>
                        <l>I woll deliuer you of all this care,</l>
                        <l>For I woll bring you an hundred frankes.</l>
                        <l>And with that he caught her by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> flankes,</l>
                        <l>And her embraced hard, and kiſſed her oft.</l>
                        <l>Goth now your way (qd. he) all ſtill &amp; ſoft,</l>
                        <l>And let us dine as ſoone as euer ye may,</l>
                        <l>For by my kalender it is prime of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> day:</l>
                        <l>Goth now, &amp; beth as true as I ſhall be.</l>
                        <l>Now els God forbid good ſir ſaid ſhe:</l>
                        <l>And forth ſhe goth, as iolly as a pie,</l>
                        <l>And bad the cookes y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ſhould hem hie</l>
                        <l>So that men might dine, and y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> anone:</l>
                        <l>Vp to her husbond is this wife gone,</l>
                        <l>And knocked at his counter dore boldely,</l>
                        <l>Qui eſt la (qd. he) Peter it am I,</l>
                        <l>Why what (qd. ſhe) how long woll ye faſt?</l>
                        <l>How long time woll ye recken and caſt</l>
                        <l>Your ſums, your bookes, &amp; your things?</l>
                        <l>The diuell haue part of all ſuch reckonings.</l>
                        <l>Ye haue ynough (qd. ſhe) of Gods ſond,</l>
                        <l>Come doun to day, &amp; let your bags ſtond.</l>
                        <l>Ne be ye not aſhamed, that Dan Iohn</l>
                        <l>Shall faſting all this long day gon?</l>
                        <l>What let vs go heare maſſe and go dine.</l>
                        <l>Wife (qd. this man) little canſt thou diuine</l>
                        <l>The curious buſineſſe that we haue:</l>
                        <l>For of us chapmen ſo God me ſaue,</l>
                        <l>And by that lord that called is ſaint Iue,</l>
                        <l>Scarſly among twenty, twelue ſhall thriue</l>
                        <l>Continually, laſting vnto their age.</l>
                        <l>We may well make chere &amp; good viſage,</l>
                        <l>And driue forth the world as it may be,</l>
                        <l>And keepe our ſtate in priuite</l>
                        <l>Till we be dead, or els that we play</l>
                        <l>A pilgrimage, or gone out of the way:</l>
                        <l>And therefore haue I great neceſſite</l>
                        <l>Vpon this queint world to aduiſe me.</l>
                        <l>For euermore we mote ſtand in drede</l>
                        <l>Of hap &amp; fortune, in our chapmanhede.</l>
                        <l>To Flanders woll I gone to morrow day,</l>
                        <l>And come ayene as ſone as euer I may:</l>
                        <l>For which my dere wife I thee beſeke</l>
                        <l>As be to euery wight buxom and meke,</l>
                        <l>And for to keepe our good be curiouſe,</l>
                        <l>And honeſtly gouerne well our houſe.</l>
                        <l>Thou haſt ynough, in euery maner wiſe,</l>
                        <l>That to a thrifty huſwife may ſuffice:</l>
                        <l>Thee lacketh none array, ne no vitaile,</l>
                        <l>Of ſiluer in thy purſe thou maieſt not faile.</l>
                        <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> word his counter dore he ſhette,</l>
                        <l>And down he goth, no lenger would he lette.</l>
                        <l>And haſtily a maſſe was there iſaide,</l>
                        <l>And ſpedily the tables were ilaide.</l>
                        <l>And to dinner faſt they hem ſpedde,</l>
                        <l>And richly the chapman this monke fedde.</l>
                        <l>And after dinner, Dan Iohn ſoberly</l>
                        <l>This chapman tooke apert all priuily,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid him thus, couſin it ſtondeth ſo,</l>
                        <l>That well I ſee, to Bruges ye woll go,</l>
                        <l>God and ſaint Auſten ſpede you and gide:</l>
                        <l>I pray you couſin wiſely that you ride,</l>
                        <l>Gouerne you well alſo of your diete</l>
                        <l>All temperatly, &amp; namely in this hete:</l>
                        <l>Betwixt us two nedeth no ſtrange fare.</l>
                        <l>Farewell couſin, God ſhilde you fro care.</l>
                        <l>If any thing there be by day or night,</l>
                        <l>And it lie in my power or in my might,</l>
                        <l>That ye me woll command in any wiſe,</l>
                        <l>It ſhall be done, right as ye woll deuiſe.</l>
                        <l>O thing or ye go, if that it may be,</l>
                        <l>I wold faine pray you for to lene me</l>
                        <l>An hundred frankes for a weke or twey,</l>
                        <l>For certaine beaſts y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I mote needs bey,</l>
                        <l>To ſtore therewith a place that is ours:</l>
                        <l>God helpe me ſo, I would it were yours.</l>
                        <l>I ſhall not faile ſurely at my day</l>
                        <l>Not for a thouſand frankes, a mile way.</l>
                        <l>
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But let this thing be ſecret, I you pray:</l>
                        <l>For yet this night theſe beaſts mote I bey.</l>
                        <l>And fare now wele, mine owne couſin dere,</l>
                        <l>Grant mercie of your coſt and your chere</l>
                        <l>This noble marchant, gentilly anon</l>
                        <l>Anſwerd and ſaid, O couſin Dan Ihon,</l>
                        <l>Now likerly, this is a ſmall requeſt.</l>
                        <l>My gold is yours when that you leſt,</l>
                        <l>And not onely my gold, but my chaffare:</l>
                        <l>That what you liſt, God ſhild that ye ſpare.</l>
                        <l>But one thing is, ye know it well inough</l>
                        <l>Of chapmen, that her money is her plough.</l>
                        <l>We may haue creaunce while we haue a name,</l>
                        <l>But goodleſſe for to be it is a ſhame.</l>
                        <l>Pay it ayen, when it lieth at your eſe,</l>
                        <l>After my might faine would I you pleſe.</l>
                        <l>The hundreth frankes fet he forth anon,</l>
                        <l>And priuily tooke hem to Dan Iohn:</l>
                        <l>No wight of this world, wiſt of this lone,</l>
                        <l>Sauing this marchant, &amp; Dan Iohn alone.</l>
                        <l>They drinke, ſpeak, and rome a while &amp; pley,</l>
                        <l>Till that Dan Iohn rideth to his abbey.</l>
                        <l>The morow came, &amp; forth rid this Marchant</l>
                        <l>To Flanders ward, his prentes brought hem auant.</l>
                        <l>Til he came to Bruges, wel &amp; merely,</l>
                        <l>Now goeth this marchant well and beſily</l>
                        <l>About his nedes, and buieth, and creaunſeth,</l>
                        <l>He neither playeth at dice, ne daunceth:</l>
                        <l>But as a marchant ſhortly to tell,</l>
                        <l>He led his life, and there I let him dwell.</l>
                        <l>The ſonday next y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> this marchant was gon,</l>
                        <l>To ſaint Denis is comen Dan Iohn</l>
                        <l>With croune &amp; berde all freſh &amp; new iſhaue:</l>
                        <l>In all this houſe there nas ſo litle a knaue,</l>
                        <l>Ne no wight els, but he was full faine,</l>
                        <l>For y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> my lord Dan Iohn was comen againe.</l>
                        <l>And ſhortly to the point for to gon,</l>
                        <l>This faire wife accordeth with Dan Iohn,</l>
                        <l>That for theſe C. frankes he ſhould all night</l>
                        <l>Haue her in his armes bolt upright:</l>
                        <l>And this accord parformed was in dede.</l>
                        <l>In mirth all night a beſie life they lede</l>
                        <l>Til it was day, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Dan Iohn yede his way,</l>
                        <l>And had the manie farewell &amp; have good day.</l>
                        <l>For none of hem ne no wight in the toun</l>
                        <l>Had of Dan Iohn any ſuſpectioun,</l>
                        <l>And forth he rideth, home to his abbey,</l>
                        <l>Or where him liſte, no more of him I ſey,</l>
                        <l>This marchant, when ended was the faire,</l>
                        <l>To ſaint Denis he gan for to repaire,</l>
                        <l>And with his wife he maketh feeſt and chere,</l>
                        <l>And telleth her that chaffare is ſo dere,</l>
                        <l>That needs muſt he make a cheueſaunce.</l>
                        <l>For he was bonden in a reconyſaunce,</l>
                        <l>To pay twentie thouſand ſhildes anon:</l>
                        <l>For which this marchant is to Paris gon</l>
                        <l>To borrow of certaine friends that he had</l>
                        <l>A certaine frankes, and ſome with him he lad:</l>
                        <l>And when he was comen in to the toun,</l>
                        <l>For cherite and great affectioun</l>
                        <l>Vnto Dan Iohn he firſt goth him to pley,</l>
                        <l>Nought for to borrow of him no money,</l>
                        <l>But for to wete and ſee of his welfare,</l>
                        <l>And for to tellen him of his chaffare</l>
                        <l>As friends don, when they been mette infere.</l>
                        <l>Dan Iohn him maketh feaſt &amp; mercy chere,</l>
                        <l>And he him tolde ayen full ſpecially,</l>
                        <l>Now he had bought, full well &amp; graciouſly,</l>
                        <l>Thonked be God, all hole his Marchandiſe:</l>
                        <l>Saue that he muſt in all manner wiſe</l>
                        <l>Maken a cheueſaunce, as for his beſt:</l>
                        <l>And then ſhould he be in ioy and reſt.</l>
                        <l>Dan Iohn anſwered, certes I am right fane,</l>
                        <l>That ye in heale be commen home againe:</l>
                        <l>And if I were rich, as have I bliſſe,</l>
                        <l>Of twenty thouſand ſhildes ſhuld ye not miſſe.</l>
                        <l>For ye ſo kindly this other day</l>
                        <l>Lent me gold, and as I can and may</l>
                        <l>I thonke you, by God and by ſaint Iame.</l>
                        <l>But natheles, I t<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                              <desc>••</desc>
                           </gap>k it unto our Dame,</l>
                        <l>Your wife at home, the ſame gold againe</l>
                        <l>Vpon your bench, ſhe wote it wel certaine,</l>
                        <l>By certaine tokens that I can here tell:</l>
                        <l>Now by your leave I may no longer dwell:</l>
                        <l>Our abbot woll out of this toun anon,</l>
                        <l>And in his company I mote gon.</l>
                        <l>Grete well our dame, mine own neece ſwete</l>
                        <l>And farewell deare couſin, till we mete.</l>
                        <l>This marchant that was full ware &amp; wiſe,</l>
                        <l>Creaunced hath, and eke paide in Paris</l>
                        <l>To certaine lombardes redy in her honds</l>
                        <l>This ſum of gold, &amp; gate of hem the bonds,</l>
                        <l>And home he goth, as mery as a popingay.</l>
                        <l>For well he knew he ſtood in ſuch aray,</l>
                        <l>That needs muſt he win by that viage</l>
                        <l>A thouſand frankes, above all his coſtage.</l>
                        <l>His wife full ready mete him at the yate,</l>
                        <l>As ſhe was wont of old uſage algate:</l>
                        <l>And all that night in mirth they be ſette,</l>
                        <l>For he was rich, and clerely out of dette.</l>
                        <l>When it was day, this marchant gan enbrace</l>
                        <l>His wife all new, and kiſſed her in her face,</l>
                        <l>And up he goeth, &amp; made it wonder tough:</l>
                        <l>No more (qd. ſhe) by God ye have ynough:</l>
                        <l>And wantonly ayen with him ſhe plaide,</l>
                        <l>Till at the laſt this marchant thus ſaid.</l>
                        <l>By God (qd. he) I am a little worthe</l>
                        <l>With you my wife, although it be me lothe:</l>
                        <l>And wote ye why? by God as I geſſe</l>
                        <l>For ye haue made a maner of ſtrangeneſſe</l>
                        <l>Betwixt me and my couſin Dan Iohn:</l>
                        <l>Ye ſhould have warned me, or I had gon,</l>
                        <l>That he had you an hundred frankes paide</l>
                        <l>By redy token: and held him evill apaide,</l>
                        <l>For that I to him ſpake of cheueſaunce:</l>
                        <l>Me ſeemed ſo as by his countenaunce.</l>
                        <l>But natheles by God our heavenly king,</l>
                        <l>I thought not to aske of him nothing.</l>
                        <l>I pray thee wife ne do no more ſo,</l>
                        <l>Tell me alway er that I fro thee go,</l>
                        <l>If any dettour hath in mine abſence</l>
                        <l>Ypaide thee, leſt through thy negligence,</l>
                        <l>I might him aske a thing that he hath paide.</l>
                        <l>This wife was not aferde ne affraide,</l>
                        <l>But boldly ſhe ſaid, and that anon,</l>
                        <l>Mary I defie that falſe monke Dan Iohn,</l>
                        <l>I keepe not of his tokens neuer a dele:</l>
                        <l>He tooke me certaine gold, I wote it wele.</l>
                        <l>What euill the dome on his monkes ſnoute:</l>
                        <l>For God it wote, I wend without doute,</l>
                        <l>That he had yeue it me, becauſe of you,</l>
                        <l>To doen therwith mine honour &amp; my prow</l>
                        <l>
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For coſinage, and eke for belle chere,</l>
                        <l>That he hath had full often times here.</l>
                        <l>But ſith I ſee it ſtonte in ſuch disioynte,</l>
                        <l>I woll anſwere you ſhortly to the pointe.</l>
                        <l>Ye haue mo ſlacke dettours than am I:</l>
                        <l>For I woll pay you well and redely</l>
                        <l>Fro day to day, and if ſo be I faile,</l>
                        <l>I am your wife, ſcore it on my taile.</l>
                        <l>I ſhall pay it as ſoone as ever I may.</l>
                        <l>For by my truth, I have on mine aray,</l>
                        <l>And not in waſte, beſtowed it every dele:</l>
                        <l>And for I have beſtowed it ſo wele</l>
                        <l>To your honour, for Gods ſake I ſay,</l>
                        <l>As be not wrothe but let us laugh &amp; play:</l>
                        <l>Ye ſhall my joly bodie have to wedde,</l>
                        <l>By God I nill not pay you but a bedde:</l>
                        <l>Foryeue it me now, mine owne ſpouſe dere,</l>
                        <l>Turneth hitherward and make better chere.</l>
                        <l>This marchant ſaw ther was no remedy:</l>
                        <l>And for to chide, it was but a foly,</l>
                        <l>Sith that the thing may not amended be.</l>
                        <l>Now wife he ſaid, and I foryeue it thee:</l>
                        <l>But in thy life be no more ſo large,</l>
                        <l>Keep bet my good, this yeue I thee in charge.</l>
                        <l>Thus endeth now my tale, and God us ſend</l>
                        <l>Taling inough, unto our lives ende.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="transitional_text">
                  <head>¶Here followeth the wordes of
our Hoſte.</head>
                  <l>WEll ſaid by corpus Domini (qd. our Hoſte)</l>
                  <l>Now long mote thou ſaile all by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> coſte</l>
                  <l>Thou gentle Maiſter, gentle Marinere:</l>
                  <l>* God giue y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> monk a thouſand laſt quad yere.</l>
                  <l>A ha fellowes, beware of ſuch a iape,</l>
                  <l>* The monke put in the marchants hode an ape,</l>
                  <l>And in his wives eke, by ſaint Auſtin:</l>
                  <l>Draweth no monkes more into your inne.</l>
                  <l>But now paſſe over, &amp; let us ſeeke aboute,</l>
                  <l>Who ſhall tell now firſt of all this route,</l>
                  <l>Another tale: and with that word he ſaid</l>
                  <l>As curteouſly as it had been a maid,</l>
                  <l>My lady Prioreſſe, by your leaue,</l>
                  <l>So that I wiſt that I ſhuld you not greue,</l>
                  <l>I wolden deme, that ye tellen ſhold</l>
                  <l>A tale next, if ſo be that ye wold:</l>
                  <l>Now wol ye vouchſafe, my lady dere?</l>
                  <l>Gladly (qd. ſhe) and ſaid in this manere.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Prioreſſes Prologue.</head>
                     <epigraph>
                        <q>Domine dominus noſter: quam admirable eſt
nomen tuum in univerſa terra.</q>
                     </epigraph>
                     <lg>
                        <l>LOrd our lord, thy name how merueilous</l>
                        <l>Is in this wide world iſprad (qd. ſhe)</l>
                        <l>For not onely thy laud precious</l>
                        <l>Parformed is by men of dignite,</l>
                        <l>But by the mouth of children thy bounte</l>
                        <l>Parfourmed is, for on the breeſt ſucking</l>
                        <l>Sometime ſhewen they thine heriyng.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Wherefore in laude, as I can beſt &amp; may,</l>
                        <l>Of thee and of the white lilly floure,</l>
                        <l>Which that thee bare, &amp; is a maide alway,</l>
                        <l>To tell a ſtorie I wol do my labour:</l>
                        <l>Nought that I may encreſe her honour,</l>
                        <l>For ſhe her ſelfe is honour and rote</l>
                        <l>Of bountie, next her ſonne, &amp; ſoules bote.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Mother maiden, O maiden &amp; mother fre,</l>
                        <l>O buſhe vnbrent, brenn &amp; in Moyſes ſight,</l>
                        <l>That rauiſhedeſt downe fro the deite</l>
                        <l>Through thin humblenes, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> goſt that in thee a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>light:</l>
                        <l>Of whoſe vertue, when he in thine hert pight,</l>
                        <l>Conceiued was the fathers ſapience:</l>
                        <l>Helpe me to tell it in thy reuerence.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Lady, thy bountie, and thy magnificence</l>
                        <l>Thy vertue and thy great humilite</l>
                        <l>There may no tongue expreſſe in no ſcience:</l>
                        <l>For ſometime lady, er men pray to thee</l>
                        <l>Thou goeſt before, of thy benignite,</l>
                        <l>And getteſt vs y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> light through thy prayere,</l>
                        <l>To giden vs vnto thy ſonne ſo dere.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>My conning is to weake, O blisfull queen,</l>
                        <l>For to declare thy high worthineſſe:</l>
                        <l>That I ne may not the weight ſuſtene,</l>
                        <l>But as a childe of twelue moneth old &amp; leſſe,</l>
                        <l>That can vnnethes any word expreſſe,</l>
                        <l>Right ſo fare I, and therfore I you pray,</l>
                        <l>Gideth my ſong, that I ſhall of you ſay.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Prioreſſes tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>A miracle of a Chriſtians Child, murthered by
the Jewes.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <lg>
                           <l>THere was in Aſie, in a great Citie</l>
                           <l>Amonges chriſten folke a certain iewrie</l>
                           <l>Suſtened by a lorde of that Countrie,</l>
                           <l>For foule vſury, and lucre of villany,</l>
                           <l>Hatefull to Chriſt, and to his company:</l>
                           <l>And through the ſtrete men might ride &amp; wend</l>
                           <l>For it was free, and open at euery end.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>A little ſchole of Chriſten folke there ſtood</l>
                           <l>Down at the farther end, in which ther were</l>
                           <l>Children an hepe comen of Chriſten blood,</l>
                           <l>That learned in that ſchole yere by yere,</l>
                           <l>Such manere doctrine as men vſen here:</l>
                           <l>This is to ſay, to ſingen and to rede</l>
                           <l>As ſmale children done in her childhede.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Amonges theſe children was a widows ſon</l>
                           <l>A litle clergion, of vii. yeres of age,</l>
                           <l>That day by day to ſchole was his won.</l>
                           <l>And eke alſo where he ſey the image</l>
                           <l>Of Chriſtes mother, had he in vſage</l>
                           <l>As him was taught, to kneele adown &amp; ſay,</l>
                           <l>An Aue maria, as he goth by the way.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Thus hath this widow, her little child itauȝt</l>
                           <l>Our bleſſed Lady Chriſtes mother dere</l>
                           <l>To worſhip aye, and he foryate it naught:</l>
                           <l>For the ſely childe would all day ſone lere.</l>
                           <l>But aye, when I remember on this matere,</l>
                           <l>Saint Nicholas ſtondeth euer in my preſence:</l>
                           <l>For he ſo yong to Chriſt did reuerence.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>This litle childe his litle booke lerning,</l>
                           <l>As he ſate in the ſchole at his primere,</l>
                           <l>
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He (Alma redemptoris mater) herd ſing,</l>
                           <l>As children lered her antiph<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>nere:</l>
                           <l>And as he durſt, he drewe aye nere &amp; nere</l>
                           <l>And harkened to the wordes and the note,</l>
                           <l>Till he the firſt verſe couth al by rote.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Nouȝt wiſt he to this latin was to ſay:</l>
                           <l>For he ſo yong and tender was of age.</l>
                           <l>But on a day his felow han he pray</l>
                           <l>To expound him the ſong, in his language,</l>
                           <l>Or tellen him why this ſong was in vſage:</l>
                           <l>This praid he him to conſtre &amp; declare,</l>
                           <l>Full often time vpon his knees bare.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>His felow, which that elder was than he</l>
                           <l>Anſwerd him thus, this ſong I haue herd ſay,</l>
                           <l>Was made of our bleſſed Lady fre,</l>
                           <l>Her to f<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>lewe, and eke her for to prey</l>
                           <l>To been our help, &amp; ſuccour when we dey.</l>
                           <l>I can no more expoune in this mater:</l>
                           <l>I lerne ſong, I can but ſmall grammer.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>And is this ſong imade in reuerence</l>
                           <l>Of Chriſtes mother, ſaid this innocent?</l>
                           <l>Now ce<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                 <desc>••</desc>
                              </gap>es I woll done my diligence</l>
                           <l>To conne it all er Chriſtenme<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>ſe be went</l>
                           <l>Though that I for my primer ſhall be ſhent,</l>
                           <l>And ſhould be beten thriſe in an houre,</l>
                           <l>I woll it conne, our Ladie to honoure.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>His felow taught him homeward priuely</l>
                           <l>Fro day to day, till he couth it by rote,</l>
                           <l>And than he ſung it well and boldely</l>
                           <l>Fro <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                                 <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                              </gap> do word according to the note:</l>
                           <l>Twiſe a day it paſſed through his throte</l>
                           <l>To <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 span">
                                 <desc>〈…〉</desc>
                              </gap>, &amp; homeward when he went:</l>
                           <l>On Chriſtes mother ſet was all his entent.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>As I haue ſaid, throughout the Iewrie</l>
                           <l>This little child as he came to and fro,</l>
                           <l>Ful merely then would he ſing and crie,</l>
                           <l>O alina redemptoris mater, euer mo:</l>
                           <l>The ſweetnes hath his hert perſed ſo</l>
                           <l>Of Chriſtes mother, that to her to pray</l>
                           <l>He cannot ſtint of ſinging by the way.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Our firſt foe, the Serpent Sathanas,</l>
                           <l>That hath in Iewes hert his waſpes neſt,</l>
                           <l>Vp ſwale and ſaid, O Chrake people alas,</l>
                           <l>Is this a thing to you that is honeſt,</l>
                           <l>That ſuch a boy ſhall walke as him le<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>te</l>
                           <l>In your diſpite, and ſing of ſuch ſentence,</l>
                           <l>Which is againſt your lawes reuerence?</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>From thenceforth the Iewes han conſpired</l>
                           <l>This innocent out of this world to chaſe:</l>
                           <l>An homicide the <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                                 <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                              </gap> han they hired,</l>
                           <l>That in an aley had a priuie place,</l>
                           <l>And as the child gan foreby to pa<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>e,</l>
                           <l>This curſed Iew him hent, and held faſt,</l>
                           <l>And cut his throte, and in a pit him caſt.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>I ſay that in a wardrope they him threw,</l>
                           <l>Where that the Iewes purged her intraile:</l>
                           <l>O curſed folke, of heraudes all new,</l>
                           <l>What may your euil entent you auaile?</l>
                           <l>Murder woll out, certes it woll not faile,</l>
                           <l>And namely ther y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> honor of God ſhall ſpred:</l>
                           <l>The blood out crieth on your curſed deed.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>O martyr founded in virginitie,</l>
                           <l>Now maiſt thou ſing folowing euer in on</l>
                           <l>The white lambe celeſtiall (qd. ſhe)</l>
                           <l>Of which the great Euangeliſt ſaint Iohn</l>
                           <l>In Pathmos wrote, which ſaieth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they gon</l>
                           <l>Before this lambe, and ſing a ſong all new</l>
                           <l>That neuer fleſhly woman they ne knew.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>This poore widow awaiteth al the night</l>
                           <l>After her little childe, and he came nought:</l>
                           <l>For which as ſoone as it was day light,</l>
                           <l>With face pale for drede and buſy thought,</l>
                           <l>She hath at ſchole, &amp; els where him ſought,</l>
                           <l>Till finally ſhe gan ſo farre aſpie,</l>
                           <l>That he laſt ſene was in the Iewrie.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>With mother pitie in her breaſt encloſed</l>
                           <l>She goth as ſhe were halfe out of her minde</l>
                           <l>To euery place, where ſhe hath ſuppoſed</l>
                           <l>By likelihood her child for to finde:</l>
                           <l>And euer on Chriſtes mother good &amp; kinde</l>
                           <l>She cried, and at laſt thus ſhe wrought,</l>
                           <l>Among the curſed Iewes ſhe him ſought.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>She freneth and ſhe praieth pitouſly</l>
                           <l>To euery Iew that dwelleth in thilke place</l>
                           <l>To tellen her, if her child went there by</l>
                           <l>They ſay nay, but Ieſu of his grace</l>
                           <l>Yaue in her thought, within a little ſpace,</l>
                           <l>That in that place after her ſonne ſhe cryde,</l>
                           <l>There he was caſt in a pit beſide.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>O great God, that performeſt thy laude</l>
                           <l>By mo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>th of innocencie, loe here thy might:</l>
                           <l>This Iemme of chaſtitie, this Emerande</l>
                           <l>And eke of martirdome the rubie bright,</l>
                           <l>There he with throte icorne lay vpright,</l>
                           <l>He (Alma redemptoris) gan to ſing</l>
                           <l>So loude, that all the place gan to ring.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>The Chriſten folk, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> through the ſtreet went,</l>
                           <l>In comen, for to wonder on this thing:</l>
                           <l>And haſteley they for the Prouoſt ſent,</l>
                           <l>He came anon without tarying,</l>
                           <l>And herieth Chriſt that is of heauen king,</l>
                           <l>And eke his mother honour of mankind,</l>
                           <l>And after that, the Iews let he binde.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>This child with pitous lamentation</l>
                           <l>Was vp taken, ſinging his ſong alway:</l>
                           <l>And with honour and great proceſſion,</l>
                           <l>They carien him to the next abbey,</l>
                           <l>His mother ſowning by the bere lay,</l>
                           <l>Vnneath might the people that were there</l>
                           <l>This new Rachell bringen fro his bere.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>With turment, &amp; with ſhamefull deth like one</l>
                           <l>This Prouoſt doth theſe Iews for to ſterue,</l>
                           <l>That of this murder wiſte, and that anone,</l>
                           <l>He nolde no ſuch curſedneſſe obſerue:</l>
                           <l>Euill ſhall he haue, that euil wol deſerue.</l>
                           <l>
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Therefore with wild horſe he did hem draw,</l>
                           <l>And afterward he hong hem by the law.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Vpon a bere aye, lieth this innocent</l>
                           <l>Beforn cheef aulter whiles the maſſe laſt:</l>
                           <l>And after that, the abbot with his couen</l>
                           <l>Hem ſpedde for to burie him als faſt:</l>
                           <l>And when they holy water on him caſt,</l>
                           <l>Yet ſpake y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> child, when ſprint was holy water,</l>
                           <l>And ſang, O alma redemptoris mater.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>This abbot, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was an holy man,</l>
                           <l>As monkes been, or els ought to be,</l>
                           <l>This yong childe to couer he began,</l>
                           <l>And ſaid: O dere child I hailſe thee</l>
                           <l>By vertue of the holy Trinitie,</l>
                           <l>Tell me what is thy cauſe for to ſing,</l>
                           <l>Sithens thy throte is cut to my ſeeming.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>My throte is cut vnto my necke bone</l>
                           <l>Said this child, and as by way of kind</l>
                           <l>I ſhould haue deyd ye long time agone:</l>
                           <l>But Ieſus Chriſt, as ye in bookes find,</l>
                           <l>Woll that his glory laſt and be in minde,</l>
                           <l>And for the worſhip of his mother dere,</l>
                           <l>Yet may I ſing (O alma) loude and clere.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>This wel of mercie, Chriſts mother ſwete</l>
                           <l>I loued alway, as after my conning:</l>
                           <l>And when that I my life ſhould forlete,</l>
                           <l>To me ſhe came, and bad me for to ſing</l>
                           <l>This antem verily in my dying</l>
                           <l>As ye han herde, and when that I had ſong,</l>
                           <l>Me thought ſhe laid a graine vpon my tong.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>Wherefore I ſing, and ſing mote certaine</l>
                           <l>In honour of the blisfull maiden free,</l>
                           <l>Till fro my tongue off taken is the graine,</l>
                           <l>And after that thus ſhe ſaid to me:</l>
                           <l>My little child, now woll I fetch thee,</l>
                           <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the graine is fro thy tong itake:</l>
                           <l>Be not agaſte, I woll thee not forſake.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>This holy monke, this abbot him mene I,</l>
                           <l>His tong out caught, &amp; toke away y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> graine,</l>
                           <l>And he yaue vp the ghoſt full ſoftly,</l>
                           <l>And when this abbot had this wonder ſeyne,</l>
                           <l>His ſalt teres trikled all down as reyne:</l>
                           <l>And groffe he fell all flat to the ground,</l>
                           <l>And ſtill he lay, as he had been ibound.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>The couent lay eke vpon the pauement</l>
                           <l>Weeping and herying Chriſtes mother dere,</l>
                           <l>And after they riſen, and forth ben went,</l>
                           <l>And tooke away this martir fro the bere,</l>
                           <l>And in a tonthe of marble ſtones clere</l>
                           <l>Encloſen they his litle body ſwete:</l>
                           <l>There he is now, God leue vs for to mete.</l>
                        </lg>
                        <lg>
                           <l>O yong Hew of Lincolne ſlaine alſo</l>
                           <l>With curſed Iewes, as it is notable:</l>
                           <l>For it is but a little while ago,</l>
                           <l>Pray for vs we ſinfull folke vnſtable,</l>
                           <l>That of his mercie God be merciable</l>
                           <l>On us, his great mercy multiply</l>
                           <l>For the reuerence of his mother Mary.</l>
                        </lg>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="transitional_text">
                  <head>¶Here followeth the wordes of the
Hoſte to Chaucer.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>WHen ſaid was this miracle, euery man</l>
                     <l>As ſober was as wonder was to ſee,</l>
                     <l>Till that our hoſte to yapen began,</l>
                     <l>And then at erſte he looked vpon me,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid thus: what man art thou (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>Thou lookeſt, as thou wouldeſt finde an hare,</l>
                     <l>For euer vpon the ground I ſee thee ſtare.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Approch neere, and looke vp merely:</l>
                     <l>Now ware you ſirs, &amp; let this man haue place,</l>
                     <l>He in the waſte is ſhapen as well as I:</l>
                     <l>This were a popet in armes to enbrace</l>
                     <l>For any woman, ſmall and faire of face.</l>
                     <l>He ſemeth eluiſh by his countenance,</l>
                     <l>For vnto no wight doth he daliance.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Say now ſomewhat, ſithens other folke han ſaid:</l>
                     <l>Tell vs a tale of mirth and that anon.</l>
                     <l>Hoſte (qd. he) ne be not euil apaide,</l>
                     <l>For other tale certes can I none,</l>
                     <l>But of a rime I lerned yore agone.</l>
                     <l>Ye that is good (qd, he) we ſhullen here</l>
                     <l>Some deinte thing, me thinketh by thy chere.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <head>¶Here followeth the Rime of Sir Thopas.</head>
                  <argument>
                     <p>A Northern tale of an outlandiſh Knight, purpoſely
uttered by Chaucer, in a differing rime and ſtile
from the other tales, as though he himſelf were
not the Author, but onely the reporter of the reſt.</p>
                  </argument>
                  <lg>
                     <l>LIſteneth lordinges in good entent,</l>
                     <l>And I woll tell you verament</l>
                     <l>Of mirth and of ſolas,</l>
                     <l>All of a knight was faire and gent</l>
                     <l>In battaile and in turnament,</l>
                     <l>His name was ſir Thopas.</l>
                     <l>Iborne he was in ferre countre</l>
                     <l>In Flaunders, all beyonde the ſee</l>
                     <l>At Popering in the place,</l>
                     <l>His father was a man full fre</l>
                     <l>And lord he was of that countre,</l>
                     <l>As it was Gods grace.</l>
                     <l>Sir Thopas was a doughty ſwaine</l>
                     <l>White was his face as paine maine</l>
                     <l>His lippes reed as roſe,</l>
                     <l>His rudde is like ſcarlet in graine,</l>
                     <l>And I you tell in good certaine</l>
                     <l>He had a ſeemely noſe.</l>
                     <l>His haire, his berde, was like ſafroun</l>
                     <l>That to his girdle raught adowne</l>
                     <l>His ſhoone of cordewane,</l>
                     <l>Of Bruges were his hoſen broun</l>
                     <l>His robe was of chekelatoun,</l>
                     <l>That coſt many a iane,</l>
                     <l>He couth hunt at the wilde dere</l>
                     <l>And ride an hauking for by the riuere</l>
                     <l>With grey Goſhauke on honde,</l>
                     <l>Thereto he was a good archere,</l>
                     <l>Of wraſtling was there none his pere</l>
                     <l>There any Ram ſhould ſtonde,</l>
                     <l>Full many a maide bright in boure</l>
                     <l>They mourne for him their paramoure,</l>
                     <l>
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Whan hem were bet to ſleepe,</l>
                     <l>But he was chaſte and no lechoure,</l>
                     <l>And ſweet as is the bramble floure,</l>
                     <l>That beareth the red hipe.</l>
                     <l>And ſo befell vpon a day</l>
                     <l>Forſoth, as I you tell may</l>
                     <l>Sir Thopas would out ride.</l>
                     <l>He wroth vpon his ſtede gray</l>
                     <l>And in his honde a launce gay</l>
                     <l>A long ſword by his ſide.</l>
                     <l>He pricketh through a faire foreſt</l>
                     <l>Therein was many a wild beeſt</l>
                     <l>Ye both Bucke and Hare,</l>
                     <l>And as he pricked North and Eaſte</l>
                     <l>I tellen you him had almeſte</l>
                     <l>Betide a ſory care.</l>
                     <l>There ſpringen herbes great and ſmall</l>
                     <l>The Licores and the Setual</l>
                     <l>And many a clowe Gelofer,</l>
                     <l>And Nutmiges to put in ale</l>
                     <l>Whether it be new or ſtale</l>
                     <l>Or for to lie in cofer.</l>
                     <l>The birds ſingen, it is no nay</l>
                     <l>The Sperhauke and the Popingaie</l>
                     <l>That ioy it were to here,</l>
                     <l>The throſtell eke made his laie</l>
                     <l>The Wood doue vpon the ſpraie</l>
                     <l>She ſung full loude and clere.</l>
                     <l>Sir Thopas fill in loue longing</l>
                     <l>And when he heard the Throſtill ſing</l>
                     <l>He pricketh as he were wood,</l>
                     <l>His faire ſtede in his pricking</l>
                     <l>So ſweete, that men might him wring</l>
                     <l>His ſides were all blood.</l>
                     <l>Sir Thopas eke ſo wearie was</l>
                     <l>For pricking on the ſoft graas</l>
                     <l>So fiers was his corage,</l>
                     <l>That downe he laied him in that place</l>
                     <l>To maken his ſtede ſome ſolace</l>
                     <l>And gaue him good forage.</l>
                     <l>Oh, ſaint Mary, benedicite</l>
                     <l>What aileth this loue at me</l>
                     <l>To blinde me ſo ſore?</l>
                     <l>Me dreamed all this night parde</l>
                     <l>An elfe queene ſhall my lemman be</l>
                     <l>And ſleep vnder my gore.</l>
                     <l>An Elfe Queene woll I loue <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>wis</l>
                     <l>For in this world no woman is</l>
                     <l>To be my make in towne,</l>
                     <l>All other women I forſake</l>
                     <l>And to an Elfe Quene I me take</l>
                     <l>By dale and eke by doune.</l>
                     <l>Into his ſaddle <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e clombe anone</l>
                     <l>And pricked ouer ſtile and ſtone</l>
                     <l>An Elfe Queene to ſpie,</l>
                     <l>Till he ſo long had ridden and gone</l>
                     <l>That he found in a priuie wone</l>
                     <l>The countrey of Fairie.</l>
                     <l>Wherein he ſought North and South</l>
                     <l>And oft he ſpied with his mouth</l>
                     <l>In many a forreſt wilde.</l>
                     <l>And in that countre nas there none</l>
                     <l>As farre as he had rid and gone,</l>
                     <l>Neither wife ne childe.</l>
                     <l>Till him there came a great Giaunt</l>
                     <l>His name was called ſir Oliphaunt</l>
                     <l>A perillous man of deede,</l>
                     <l>He ſwore, child, by Termagaunt</l>
                     <l>But if you pricke out of my haunt</l>
                     <l>Anon I ſlea thy ſteede.</l>
                     <l>Here is the Queene of Fairie,</l>
                     <l>With harpe, and pipe, and ſimphonie</l>
                     <l>Within this place and boure:</l>
                     <l>The childe ſaied, als ſo mote I thee</l>
                     <l>To morow woll I meten thee,</l>
                     <l>Whan I haue mine armoure.</l>
                     <l>And yet I hope par ma faie</l>
                     <l>That thou ſhalt with this launce gaie</l>
                     <l>Abien it through thy mawe:</l>
                     <l>Thy Hawberke ſhall I perce, if I may,</l>
                     <l>Or it be fully prime of the day</l>
                     <l>For here thou ſhalt be ſlawe.</l>
                     <l>Sir Thopas droue abacke full faſt,</l>
                     <l>This Gyaunt at him ſtones caſt</l>
                     <l>Out of a fell ſtaffe ſling:</l>
                     <l>But faire eſcaped ſir Thopace</l>
                     <l>And all was through Gods grace.</l>
                     <l>And through his faire bearing.</l>
                     <l>Yet liſtneth lordings to my tale,</l>
                     <l>Merier than the Nightingale,</l>
                     <l>For now I woll ye roune,</l>
                     <l>How ſir Thopas with ſides ſmale</l>
                     <l>Pricking ouer doune and dale</l>
                     <l>Is comen ayen to toune.</l>
                     <l>His merry men commanded he</l>
                     <l>To maken him both game and gle,</l>
                     <l>For needes muſt he fight</l>
                     <l>With a Giant with heads thre,</l>
                     <l>For Paramours and iolite</l>
                     <l>Of one that ſhone full bright.</l>
                     <l>Doe come he ſaid my miniſtrales</l>
                     <l>And ieſtors for to tellen vs tales</l>
                     <l>Anon in mine arming,</l>
                     <l>Of Romaunces that been royals</l>
                     <l>Of Popes and of Cardinals,</l>
                     <l>And eke of loue longing.</l>
                     <l>They fet him firſt the ſwete wine</l>
                     <l>And Mede eke in a Mazeline</l>
                     <l>And royal ſpicerie,</l>
                     <l>Of Ginger bread that was full fine,</l>
                     <l>Of Licores and eke Comine,</l>
                     <l>With Suger that is trie.</l>
                     <l>He did next his white lere</l>
                     <l>Of cloth of lake fine and clere</l>
                     <l>A breche and eke a ſhert,</l>
                     <l>And next his ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ert an haketon</l>
                     <l>And ouer that an habergion</l>
                     <l>For percing of his hert.</l>
                     <l>And ouer that a fine hauber<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e</l>
                     <l>Was all iwrought of Iews werke</l>
                     <l>Full ſtrong it was of plate,</l>
                     <l>And ouer that his cote armoure</l>
                     <l>As white as is the Lilie floure</l>
                     <l>In which he would debate.</l>
                     <l>His ſhield was all of gold ſo red</l>
                     <l>And therein was a Bores head</l>
                     <l>A carbocle by his ſide,</l>
                     <l>And there he ſwore on ale and bread</l>
                     <l>How that the Gyant ſhould be dead</l>
                     <l>Betide what ſo betide.</l>
                     <l>His iambeux were of cure buly</l>
                     <l>His ſword ſheth of Iuorie,</l>
                     <l>
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His helmet of Laton bright,</l>
                     <l>His ſaddle was of ruel bone,</l>
                     <l>His bridle as the Sunne ſhone</l>
                     <l>Or as the Moone light.</l>
                     <l>His ſpeare was of fine Sypres</l>
                     <l>That biddeth warre, and nothing peace,</l>
                     <l>The head full ſharpe iground.</l>
                     <l>His ſteede was all dapple gray</l>
                     <l>Hee goeth an aumble by the way</l>
                     <l>Full ſoftly and round in londe.</l>
                     <l>Lo Lords mine, here is a fit</l>
                     <l>If ye woll any more of it</l>
                     <l>To tellen it woll I fond.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>NOw hold your mouth for charite</l>
                     <l>Both knight and alſo ladie fre</l>
                     <l>And herkeneth to my ſpell,</l>
                     <l>Of battaile and of cheualrie</l>
                     <l>And of ladies love drerie</l>
                     <l>Anon I woll you tell.</l>
                     <l>Men ſpeken of Romaunces of pris</l>
                     <l>Of Hornechild, and of Ipotis,</l>
                     <l>Of Beuis, and of ſir Gie,</l>
                     <l>Of ſir Libeaux and Blandamoure</l>
                     <l>But ſir Thopas, he beareth the floure</l>
                     <l>Of riall cheualrie.</l>
                     <l>His good ſteede he beſtrode</l>
                     <l>And forth upon his way glode</l>
                     <l>As ſparke out of the bronde,</l>
                     <l>Vpon his creſt he bare a tour</l>
                     <l>And therein ſtricked a Lilie flour</l>
                     <l>God ſhilde his cors fro ſhonde.</l>
                     <l>And for he was a knight auntrous,</l>
                     <l>He nolde ſlepen in none houſe</l>
                     <l>But liggen in his hood,</l>
                     <l>His bright helme was his wanger</l>
                     <l>And by him fed his deſtrer</l>
                     <l>Of hearbes fine and good.</l>
                     <l>Himſelfe dronke water of the well</l>
                     <l>As did the knight ſir Perſiuell</l>
                     <l>So worthy under wede,</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div type="transitional_text">
                  <head>¶The words of our Hoſte.</head>
                  <l>NO more of this for Gods dignite</l>
                  <l>(Q. d. out Hoſte) for thou makeſt me</l>
                  <l>So wearie of thy very leudenes,</l>
                  <l>That alſo willy God my ſoule bleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Mine eares aken of thy draftie ſpeach:</l>
                  <l>Now ſuch a riche the deuill I beteach,</l>
                  <l>* This may wel be clepe rime Dogrel (qd. he:)</l>
                  <l>Why ſo (qd. I) why wolt thou let me</l>
                  <l>More of my tale, than any other man,</l>
                  <l>Sins that it is the beſt time I can?</l>
                  <l>By God (qd. he) plainly at a worde,</l>
                  <l>Thy draftie timing is not worth a torde,</l>
                  <l>Thou doeſt nought els but ſpendeſt time.</l>
                  <l>Sir at one word, thou ſhalt no lenger rime.</l>
                  <l>Let ſee whether thou canſt tell ought in geſt</l>
                  <l>Or tell in proſe ſomewhat at the leſt,</l>
                  <l>In which ther may be ſome mirth or doctrine.</l>
                  <l>Gladly (qd. I) by Gods ſwete pine</l>
                  <l>I woll you tell a little thing in proſe,</l>
                  <l>That ought like you, as I ſuppoſe,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe ye be certes too dangerous:</l>
                  <l>It is a morall tale vertuous,</l>
                  <l>All be it tolde ſometime in ſundry wiſe</l>
                  <l>Of ſundry folke, as I ſhall you deviſe.</l>
                  <l>As thus, ye wote that every Evangeliſt,</l>
                  <l>That telleth us the paine of Ieſu Chriſt,</l>
                  <l>Ne ſaith not all thing that his fellow doth:</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe her ſentence is all ſoth,</l>
                  <l>And all accorden in her ſentence,</l>
                  <l>All be there in her telling difference:</l>
                  <l>For ſome of hem ſaien more, and ſome leſſe,</l>
                  <l>Whan they his pitous paſſion expreſſe:</l>
                  <l>I meane of Marke, Matthew, Luke, &amp; Iohn,</l>
                  <l>But doubtleſſe her ſentence is all one.</l>
                  <l>Therefore lordings all, I you beſeech,</l>
                  <l>If that you thinke I vary in my ſpeech</l>
                  <l>As thus, although I tell ſomewhat more</l>
                  <l>Of Proverbes, than ye han heard before</l>
                  <l>Comprehended in this little treatiſe here</l>
                  <l>To enforcen the effect of my matere,</l>
                  <l>And though I do not the ſame words ſay</l>
                  <l>As ye han heard, yet to all you I pray</l>
                  <l>Blameth me not: for in my ſentence</l>
                  <l>Shull ye not finde mochell difference.</l>
                  <l>Fro the ſentence of this treatiſe lite,</l>
                  <l>After the which this little tale I write,</l>
                  <l>And therefore hearkeneth, what I ſhall ſay</l>
                  <l>And let me tell my tale I you pray.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <head>¶Chaucers Tale of Melibeus.</head>
                  <argument>
                     <p>Prudence, the diſcreet wife of Melibeus, perſua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
her husband to patience, and to receive
his Enemies to mercy and grace. A Tale full
of Morality, wherein both high and low may
learn to govern their affections.</p>
                  </argument>
                  <p>AYong man called Melibeus, mighty
and rich, begate upon his wife that
called was Prudence, a doughter
which that called was Sophie.</p>
                  <p>Vpon a day befell that he for his diſport is
went into the fields him to play: his wife and
eke his doughter had he left within his houſe,
of which the doores were faſt iſhet. Foure of
his old foes han it aſpied, and ſetten ladders
to the walles of his houſe, and by the win<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dowes
beene entred, and bet his wife, and
wounded his doughter with five mortall
woundes, in five ſundry places: That is to
ſay, In her feet, in her honds, in her eares,
in her noſe, and in her mouth, and leften her
for dede, and wenten her way.</p>
                  <p>When Melibeus returned was into his
houſe, and ſee all this miſchiefe, hee like a
mad man, renting his clothes, gan to weep
and crie.</p>
                  <p>Prudence his wife, as farre foorth as ſhee
durſt, beſought him of his weping for to ſtint:
But not for thy, he gan to weep and cry ever
lenger the more.</p>
                  <p>This noble wife Prudence, remembred
her upon the ſentence of Ovid, in his booke
that cleped is the remedy of loue, whereas he
ſaith, * Hee is a foole that diſtourbeth the mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
to weepe, in the death of her childe, till ſhe
have wept her fill, as for a certain time: and
then ſhall a man doen his diligence with ami<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>able
<pb n="126" facs="tcp:51487:81"/>
wordes, to recomfort and pray her of her
weeping for to ſtint. For which reaſon this
noble wife Prudence ſuffered her husbond to
weepe and cry, as for a certaine ſpace: and
when ſhe ſaw her time, ſhee ſaied him in this
wiſe. Alas, my Lord (qd. ſhe) why make ye
your ſelfe for to be like a foole? Forſoth it ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>perteineth
not unto a wiſe man to maken ſuch
a ſorowe. Your doughter with the grace of
God, ſhall wariſh and eſcape. And all were it
ſo that ſhe right now were dead, yee ne ought
not as for her death your ſelf deſtroy. Senek
ſaith, * The wiſe man ſhall not take to great
diſcomfort for the death of his children, but
certes he ſhould ſuffer it in patience, as wel as
he abideth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> death of his own proper perſon.</p>
                  <p>This Melibeus anſwered anon and ſaid:
What man (qd. he) ſhould of his weping ſtint,
that hath ſo great a cauſe for to weep: Ieſus
himſelfe, our Lorde, wept for the death of La<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>zarus
his friend. Prudence anſwered, certes
well I wote, * A temperat weeping is nothing
defended, to him that ſorowfull is, among
folke in ſorow, but it is rather graunted him
to weepe. The Apoſtle Paule unto the Ro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>manes
writteth, Men ſhould rejoyce with
him that maketh joye, and weepe with ſuch
folke as weepen. But though a temperate
weeping be granted, certes outragious wee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ping
is defended. Meaſure of weeping ſhould
be conſidered, after the lore that teacheth us
Senek. * When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thy friend is dead (qd. he)
let not thine iyen to moiſt been of teers, ne to
much drie: although teeres comen to thine
eyen, let hem not fall. And when thou haſt for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gon
thy friend, doe diligence to get another
friend: and this is more wiſedom than for to
weepe for thy friend, which thou haſt lorne, for
therein is no bote. And therefore if ye govern
you by ſapience, put away ſorow out of your
heart. Remembreth you that Ieſus Sirake
ſaieth, * A man y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is joyous and glad in hart:
it him conſerueth floriſhing in his age: But
ſothly a ſorowfull heart maketh his bones
drie. Hee ſaith eke thus, That ſorow in heart
ſlayeth full many a man. Salomon ſayeth,
* That right as mouths in the ſheepes fleiſe
annoieth the clothes, and the ſmall wormes
the tree, right ſo anoieth ſorow the hart of
man, wherefore us ought as well in the death
of our children, as in the loſſe of our tempo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ral
goods, have patience.</p>
                  <p>Remember you upon patient Iob, when
hee had loſt his children and his temporall
ſubſtaunce, and in his bodies endured and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiued
full many a grieuous tribulation, yet
ſaied hee thus: * Our Lord it ſent to me, our
Lord hath bereft it me, right ſo as our Lord
would, right ſo it be done, ibleſſed be the name
of our Lord. To theſe foreſaid things Me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>libeus
unto his wife Prudence anſwered: All
thy words (qd. he) ben true, and thereto profi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>table,
but truely mine heart is troubled with
this ſorrow ſo grievouſly, that I not what to
do. Let call (qd. Prudence) your true friends
al &amp; thy linage, which that been wiſe, and tel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth
to hem your caſe, and hearkeneth what
they ſay in counſailing, &amp; gouerne you after
her ſentence. Salomon ſaith, * Werke all thy
things by counſaile, &amp; thou ſhalt never rue.
Then by counſaile of his wife Prudence,
this Melibeus let cauſe a great congregation
of people, as Surgiens, Phiſitions, old folke
and yong, and ſome of his old enemies recon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ciled
(as by her ſemblance) to his loue and to
his grace: &amp; therwithal there came ſome of
his neighbours, that did him reverence more
for dread than for loue, as it happe ofte.</p>
                  <p>There comen alſo ful many ſubtil flatterers,
and wiſe Advocates learned in the lawe.</p>
                  <p>And when theſe folkes togeders aſſembled
were, this Melibeus in ſorrowfull wiſe ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
hem his caſe, and by the manner of his
ſpeech, it ſeemed that in hart he bare a cruell
ire, ready to doen vengeaunce upon his foes,
and ſuddainly, he deſired that warre ſhould be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gin,
but natheles, yet asked he counſaile upon
this matter. A Surgien, by licence and aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent
of ſuch as were wiſe, up roſe, and unto
Melibeus ſaied, as ye ſhall heare.</p>
                  <p>Sir (qd. he) as to us Surgiens appertai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth,
that we doe to every wight the beſt that
we can, where as we beene withholden, and
to our patient that wee dooen no damage:
wherefore it happeth many time &amp; ofte, that
when two men have everch wounded other,
one Surgien healeth hem both, wherfore vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
our arte it is not pertinent to noriſh warre,
ne parties to ſupport. But certes, as to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
wariſhing of your doughter, all be it ſo that
perilouſly ſhe be wounded, we ſhall doe ſo ten<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tife
buſineſſe fro day to night, that with the
grace of God, ſhe ſhall been whole &amp; ſound,
as ſoone as is poſſible. Almoſt right in the
ſame wiſe the Phiſitions anſwered, ſaue y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
they ſaiden a few words more: That right
as maladies beene by her contraries cured,
right ſo ſhall a man wariſhe warre by peace.
His neigbours full of enuie, his fained
friends y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſeemed reconciled, &amp; his flatterers,
maden ſemblaunce of weeping, &amp; enpaired
&amp; agrutched much of this matter, in pray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing
greatly Melibe, of might, of power, of
riches, and of friends, diſpiſing the power
of his aduerſaries: and ſaid vtterly, that hee
anon ſhould wreken him on his foes, and be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gin
warre.</p>
                  <p>Vp roſe then an Aduocate that was wiſe,
by leaue and by counſaile of other that were
wiſe, &amp; ſaied: The neede for the which wee
beene aſſembled in this place, is a full heauie
thing, &amp; a great matter, becauſe of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wrong
and of the wickedneſſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath bee doen, and
eke by reaſon of great damages, that in time
comming been poſſible to fallen for the ſame,
and eke by reaſon of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> great riches &amp; power
of the parties both, for the which reaſons, it
were a full great peril to erren in this matter.
Wherefore, Melibeus, this is our ſentence,
we counſaile you abouen all thing, that right
anon thou doe thy diligence in keeping of
thy proper perſon, in ſuch a wiſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou ne
<pb n="127" facs="tcp:51487:81"/>
want non eſpie ne watch, thy body for to
ſaue: And after y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>, we counſaile y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in thine
houſe thou ſet ſufficient garriſon, ſo as they
may as well thy body as thy houſe defend:
But certes to mouen warre, or to doen ſud<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dainly
vengeaunce, we may not deeme in ſo
little time that it were profitable, wherefore
we aske leiſer and ſpace to haue deliberation
in this cauſe to deme, for the common pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerbe
ſaith thus: * He y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſone deemeth, ſone
ſhall repent. And eke men ſaine, * Thilke
Iudge is wiſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſone vnderſtondeth a matter,
&amp; iudgeth by leiſer. * For all be it tarriyng be
noifull, algate it is not to be reproued in ye<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uing
of iudgement, ne in vengeance taking,
when it is ſufficient &amp; reaſonable. And y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
our lord Ieſu Chriſt by enſample, for when
the woman was taken in auoutrie, and was
brought in his preſens to knowen w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhuld be
doen of her perſon, all be it that he wiſt wel
himſelf w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he would anſwere, yet ne would
he nor anſwere ſuddainly, but he would haue
deliberation, &amp; in the ground he wrote twiſe,
&amp; by this cauſe we asken deliberation: and
we ſhall then by the grace of God counſaile
you that thing that ſhall be profitable.</p>
                  <p>Vp ſtert then the yong folke at ones, and
the moſt part of that companie haue ſcorned
this old wiſe man, and begun to make noiſe
&amp; ſaid. * Right ſo as whiles that iron is hot
men ſhould ſmite, right ſo men ſhould wreken
her wrongs while that they been freſh &amp; new,
and with loud voyce they cried warre, warre.
Vp roſe then one of the old wiſe, &amp; with his
hand made countenance that they ſhould
holden hem ſtill, and yeuen him audience.
Lordings, qd. he, There is full many a man
that crieth warre, warre, that wote full lite
what warre amounteth. * Warre at his be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginning
hath ſo great an entring &amp; ſo large,
that every wight may enter when him liketh
and lightly find warre: but certes what end
thereof ſhall fall, it is not lightly to know.
When that warre is once begun, there is ful
many a child vnborne of his mother, that ſhal
ſterue yong, becauſe of thilke warre, other els
liue in ſorrow, or dien in wretchedneſſe: And
therefore or that any warre bee begon, men
muſt haue great counſaile and good delibera<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion.
And whan this olde man wende to enfor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
his tale by reaſon, wel nie all at ones be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gon
for to riſe, for to breaken his tale, &amp; bidden
him full oft his wordes to abredge. * For cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
hee that preacheth to hem that liſt not
heare his wordes, his ſermon hem annoieth.
For Ieſus Sirake ſayeth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> weeping in mu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſick
is a noious thing, This is as much to
ſay, as much auaileth it to ſpeake beforne folk
to which his ſpeech anoieth as it is for to
ſingen before hem that weepe. And when this
wiſe man ſaw that him wanted audience, all
ſhamefaſt he ſet him adown ayen. For Salo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon
ſaith: There as thou mayeſt not have
audience, enforce thee not to ſpeake. I ſee
well (qd. this wiſe man) that the common
Proverbe is ſuch, * That good counſail want<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
when it is moſt need.</p>
                  <p>Yet had this Melibeus in his counſaile
many folke, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> privily in his eare counſailed
him certain things, &amp; counſailed him the con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trary
in general audience. When Melibeus
had heard that the greateſt part of his coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile
were accorded that he ſhould make war,
anon he conſented to her counſailing, and
fully affirmed her ſentence. Then Dame
Prudence, when that ſhe ſaw her husbonde
ſhope him for to awreke him on his enemies,
and to begin warre: ſhee in full humble wiſe,
when ſhee ſaw her time, ſayed to him theſe
words: My lorde (qd. ſhe) I you beſeech as
heartily as I dare or can, ne halfe you not too
faſt, and for all guerdons yeue me audience.
For Peter Alphons ſaieth, * Whoſo doeth to
thee good or harme, haſte thee not to quite it,
for in this wiſe thy friend woll abide, &amp; thine
enemie ſhall y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lenger liue in dread. The pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerbe
ſaieth, * He haſteth well that wiſely can
abide: And in wicked haſt is no profite.</p>
                  <p>This Melibe anſwered to his wife Pru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dence:
I purpoſe not (qd. he) to werke by thy
counſaile, for many cauſes and reaſons: for
certes euery wight would hold mee then a
foole. This is to ſay, if I for thy counſailing
would change things that been ordeined and
affirmed by ſo many wiſe. Secondly, I ſay,
that all women beene wicked, and none good
of hem all. For of a thouſand men ſaith Salo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon,
I found one good man: But certes of al
women found I neuer none. And alſo certes,
if I gouerned mee by thy counſaile, it ſhould
ſeeme that I had yeue thee ouer mee y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrie:
and God forbid that it ſo were. For
Ieſus Sirake ſaieth, that if the wife haue
maiſtrie, ſhee is contrarious to her husbond.
And Salomon ſaieth, * Neuer in thy life to
thy wife, ne to thy childe, ne to thy friend, ne
yeue no power ouer thy ſelfe: for better it were
that thy children aske of thee things that
hem needeth, than thy ſelfe to be in the hands
of thy children. And alſo if I woll werche by
thy counſail, certes my counſail muſt be ſom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
ſecrete, till it were time that it muſt bee
knowen: and this ne may not bee, if I ſhould
be counſailed by thee. When dame Prudence
full debonairly and with great patience, had
heard all that her husbonde liked for to ſay,
then asked ſhe of him licence for to ſpeake, &amp;
ſaied in this wiſe. My lord (qd. ſhe) as to your
firſt reaſon, it may lightly been anſwerd: * For
I ſay that it is no follie to chaunge counſaile
when the thing is changed, or els when the
thing ſeemeth otherwiſe than it ſeemed afore.
And moreouer I ſay, though that yee haue
ſworne &amp; behight to performe your empriſe,
&amp; by juſt cauſe ye doe it not, men ſhould not
ſay therefore ye were a lyer &amp; forſworn: For
the booke ſaieth, * That the wiſe man maketh
no leſing, when hee turneth his corage for the
better. And albeit that your empriſe bee eſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bliſhed
and ordeined by great multitude of
folke, yet dare you not accompliſh thilke or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dinance
but you liketh: for the trouth of
things, &amp; the profit, been rather founden in
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few: folke that been wiſe and full of reaſon,
than by great multitude of folke, there every
man crieth and clattereth what him liketh:
ſoothly ſuch multitude is not honeſt. And as
to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſecond reaſon, whereas ye ſay, * That all
women ben wicked: ſave your grace, Certes
ye deſpiſe all women in this wiſe, &amp; he that
all deſpiſeth, as ſaith the booke, al diſpleaſeth.
And Senecke ſaith, * That who ſo woll haue
Sapience, ſhall no man diſpraiſe, but he ſhall
gladly teach the ſcience that he can, without
preſumption or pride: and ſuch things as he
nought ne can, hee ſhall not beene aſhamed to
learne hem, and to enquire of leſſe folke than
himſelfe. And y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ther hath ben many a good
woman, may lightly be prooued: for certes ſir,
our Lord Ieſu Chriſt nold neuer han diſcen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
to be borne of a woman, if all women had
be wicked: And after y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>, for the great bounte
that is in women, our Lord Ieſu Chriſt, when
he was riſen from death to life, appeared ra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
to a woman than to his Apoſtles. And tho
that Salomon ſayed, he found neuer women
good, it followeth not therefore, that all wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
be wicked: for though that hee ne found
no good woman, certes many another man
hath founde many a woman full good and
true. Or els perauenture y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> entent of Salo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon
was this, * That in ſoueraign bounte he
found no woman, this is to ſay: y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> there is
no wight that hath parfite bounte ſaue God
alone, as he himſelfe recordeth in his Euan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gelie.
* For there nis no creature ſo good y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
him ne wanteth ſomwhat of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> perfection of
God that is his maker. Your third reaſon is
this. Ye ſay y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> if that ye gouerne you by my
counſaile, it ſhould ſeeme that ye had yeue me
the maiſtrie and the lordſhip of your perſon,
Sir, ſaue your grace it is not ſo, for if ſo were
that no man ſhould bee counſailed but onely
of hem that han lordſhip and maiſtrie of his
perſon, men nolde not bee counſailed ſo oft:
For ſothly thilke man that asketh counſaile
of a purpoſe, yet hath he free will whither hee
woll doe after that counſaile or non. And as
to your fourth reaſon, there as yee ſaine that
the ianglerie of women can hide things that
they wot not, as who ſo ſaieth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> a woman
cannot hide that ſhe wote. Sir, theſe wordes
been vnderſtonde of women that been iange<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lers
and wicked, of which women men ſaine
that three things driuen a man out of his
houſe, that is to ſay, ſmoke, dropping of raine,
and wicked wiues. And of ſuch women Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lomon
ſaieth, * That a man were better dwell
in deſerte, than with a woman that is riot<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tous:
And ſir by your leaue, it am not I, for
ye haue full oft aſſaied my great ſilence &amp; my
great patience, and eke how well that I can
hide and heale things, that men oughten ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cretly
to hiden. And ſothly as to your fift rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon,
whereas you ſay, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in wicked counſaile
women vanquiſh men: God wote that thilke
reaſon ſtant here in no ſtede: for vnderſtondeth
now, ye asken counſaile for to doe wickednes:
* And if ye woll werken wickednes, &amp; your
wife reſtraineth thilke wicked purpoſe, and
ouercome you by reaſon &amp; by good counſail:
certes your wife ought rather to bee praiſed
than blamed. Thus ſhould you vnderſtonde
the Phyloſopher y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſaieth, * In wicked coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile
women vanquiſh her husbondes. And
there, as ye blame al women &amp; her reaſons,
I ſhall ſhewe you by many enſamples, that
many women haue be full good, and yet been,
and her counſaile wholeſome and profitable.
Eke ſome men han ſaied, that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> counſaile of
women is either to deere, or too little worth.
But albeit ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> full many women bee bad,
and her counſaile vile and nought worth, yet
han men found full many a good woman, &amp;
full diſcrete and wiſe in counſailing. Lo Ia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cob
through the counſaile of his mother Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>becke,
wan the beniſon of his father, and
the Lordſhip of all his brethren: Iudith tho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
her good counſaile, deliuered the citie of
Bethule, in which ſhe dwelt, out of the honde
of Holofern that had it all beſieged, &amp; wold
haue deſtroyed it. Abigaile deliuered Naball
her husbond fro Dauid the king, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> would
haue ſlaine him, and appeaſed the ire of the
King by her wit, and by her good counſaile.
Heſter by her counſaile enhaunced greatly y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
people of God, in the reigne of Aſſuerus the
King. And the ſame bountie in good counſai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ling
of many a good woman may men reade
and tell. And furthermore, whan that our
Lord hath created Adam our former father,
hee ſaied in this wiſe: * It is not good to be
a man alone: make wee an helper to himſelfe
ſemblable. Here may yee ſee that if that wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
were not good, and her counſaile good
and profitable, our Lorde God of heauen ne
would neither han wrought hem, ne called
hem the helper of man, but rather confuſion
to man. And there ſayed a clerke ones in two
verſes: What is better than gold? * Iaſper.
What is better than Iaſper? Wiſdom. And
what is better than Wiſdome? Woman. And
what is better than a good woman? That is
a good man? And what is better than a good
man? Nothing. And ſir, by many other rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſons
may yee ſeene, that many women been
good, and eke her counſaile good and profita<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble.
And therefore ſir, if that yee woll truſt to
my counſaile, I ſhall reſtore you your dough<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
hole and ſound: and eke that I woll doe
you ſo much, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye ſhall haue honour in this
caſe.</p>
                  <p>When Melibe had heard the words of his
wife Prudence, he ſaied thus: I ſee well that
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> words of Salomon be ſooth: For he ſaith,
* The words y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> bee ſpoken diſcretly by ordi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce,
been Honicombes, for they yeuen
ſweetneſſe to the ſoule, and holſomneſſe to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
body. And wife, becauſe of thy ſweet words,
and eke for I haue proued &amp; aſſaied thy great
Sapience and thy great trouth, I woll go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerne
me by thy counſaile in all thing.</p>
                  <p>Now ſir, (qd. dame Prudence) and ſithens
that ye vouchſafe to be gouerned by my coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile,
I woll enforme you how that yee ſhall
<pb n="129" facs="tcp:51487:82"/>
govern your ſelf, in chuſing of your counſai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lours.
Ye ſhall firſt in all your werke, mekely
beſeeching to the high God, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he would be
your counſailour, and ſhapeth you to ſuch
entent that hee yeue you counſaile and com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forte,
as taught Thobie his ſonne. * At all
times thou ſhalt bleſſe God, and praie him to
dreſſe thy ways, and loke eke that thy coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſailes
been in him evermore. Saint Iames
ſaieth, if any man of you have neede of ſapi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence,
aske it of God. And afterwarde, then
ſhullen ye take counſaile in your ſelfe, and
examine well your owne thoughts, of ſuch
things as you thinken that beene beſt for
your profit: And then ſhall yee drive fro your
heart things that bee contrarious to good
counſaile: that is to ſay, ire, covetiſe, and
haſtineſſe.</p>
                  <p>Firſt, * He y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> asketh counſaile of himſelfe,
certes he muſt be withouten ire and wrath in
himſelfe, for many cauſes, The firſt is this:
He that hath great ire and wrath in himſelfe,
he weneth alway that he may doe thing that
he may not do. And ſecondly, he that is irous
and wrothfull, he may not well deeme: And
hee that may not well deeme, may not well
counſell. The third is this, hee that is irous
&amp; wroth, as ſaieth Seneke, may not ſpeake
but blamefull things, and with thilke vici<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
wordes hee ſtirreth other folke to anger
and to ire. And eke ſir yee muſt drive covetiſe
out of your heart. For y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Apoſtle ſaith, * That
covetiſe is the roote of all harmes. And tru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſteth
right well, that a covetous man ne can
not deem ne thinke, but only to fulfill the end
of his covetiſe: and certes that ne may never
be accompliſhed, for evermore, the more ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>boundance
that he hath of richeſſes, the more
hee deſireth. And ſir ye muſt alſo drive out of
your heart haſtineſſe: For certes ye may not
deme for the beſt a ſuddain thought that fal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth
in your heart, but ye muſt adviſe you on
it full oft: For as yee have heard here before,
the common proverb is this. * He y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſone dee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth,
ſone repenteth.</p>
                  <p>Sir, ye ne be not alway in like diſpoſition,
for certes ſome thing that ſeemeth ſomtime
to you that is good for to doe, another time
it ſeemeth to you the contrarie.</p>
                  <p>And when ye han taken counſaile in your
ſelfe, and han deemed by good deliberation
ſuch thing as you ſeemeth beſt, than rede I
you that yee keepe it ſecret. Bewray yee not
your counſaile to no perſon, but if ſo be that
yee wene ſikerly, that through your bewray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
your condition ſhall bee to you the more
profitable. For Ieſus Sirake ſaith: * Neither
to thy foe ne to thy friend diſcover not thy ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cret,
ne thy folly: for they woll yeue you au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dience
and looking, and ſupportation in your
preſence, and ſcorn you in your abſence. An<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>other
Clerke ſayth, * That ſcarſly ſhall you
finde any perſon that may keepe counſaile ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cretly.
The booke ſaieth, * While that thou
keepeſt the counſaile in thine heart, thou kee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>peſt
it in thy priſon: and when thou bewray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
thy counſaile to any wight, hee holdeth
thee in his ſnare. And therefore you is better
to hide your counſaile in your heart, than to
pray him to whom yee have bewrayed your
counſaile, that he woll keepe it cloſe ſtill. For
Seneca ſaieth: If ſo be that thou maieſt not
thine owne counſaile hide, howe dareſt thou
pray any other wight thy counſaile ſecret to
keepe. But natheleſſe, if thou wene ſikerly
that thy bewraying of thy counſaile to a per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
woll make thy condition ſtonde in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> bet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
plight, then ſhalt thou tell him thy coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile
in this wiſe. Firſt thou ſhalt make no
ſemblant whether thee were lever peace or
warre, or this or that, ne ſhewe him not thy
will ne thine entent: for truſt well that com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>monly
theſe counſailours beene flatrerers,
namely the counſailours of great lordes, for
they enforce hem alway rather to ſpeak plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſant
words enclining to the lordes luſt, than
words that ben trew or profitable: and ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
men ſay, * that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> rich man hath ſeld good
counſaile, but if hee have it of himſelfe. And
after that thou ſhalt conſider thy friendes
and thine enemies. And as touching thy
friendes, thou ſhalt conſider which of hem
been moſt faithfull and moſt wiſe, and eldeſt
and moſt approved in counſailing: and of
hem ſhalt thou aske thy counſaile, as the
caſe requireth.</p>
                  <p>I ſay, that firſt yee ſhall call to your coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile
your friends that been true. For Salo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man
ſaith: * That right as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> heart of a man
deliteth in ſavour that is ſote, right ſo the
counſaile of true friends yeueth ſweteneſſe to
the ſoule. And hee ſaieth alſo, there may no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
be likened to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> true friend: For certes
gold ne ſilver bee not ſo much worth as the
good will of a true friend. And alſo he ſaith,
that a true friend is a ſtrong defence, who ſo
that it findeth hath a great treaſure. Then
ſhall ye alſo conſider if that your true friends
be diſcreet &amp; wiſe: for the booke ſaith, Aske
alway thy counſaile of them that bin wiſe.
And by this ſame reaſon ſhall ye call to your
counſaile your friends y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> beene of age, ſuch
as ſeeme and beene expert in many thinges,
and been approoved in counſailing. For the
booke ſaieth, * That in olde men is Sapi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence,
&amp; in long time the prudence. And Tul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lius
ſaieth, * That great things beene not
aye accompliſhed by ſtrength, ne by deliver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of body, but by counſaile, by aucthori<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
of perſons, and by Science: the which
three things ne beene not feeble by age, but
certes they enforce and encreaſe day by day,
and then ſhall ye keep this for a generall rule.
Firſt ſhall yee call to your counſaile a fewe
of your friends y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> been eſpecial. For Salo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon
ſaieth, * Many friends have thou, but
among a thouſand chuſe thee one to bee thy
counſailour: For all bee it ſo, that thou firſt
ne tell thy counſaile but to a fewe, thou
mayeſt afterwarde tell it to mo folke, if it
bee neede. But looke alway that thy coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaylours
have thoſe conditions that I have
<pb n="130" facs="tcp:51487:83"/>
ſayd before, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, That they be true,
wiſe, and of old experience. And werke not
alway in every need by one Counſailer alone:
for ſometimes behooueth it to bee counſailed
by many. For Salomon ſayth, * Saluation
of things is where as there be many coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaylers.</p>
                  <p>Now haue I told you of which folke yee
ſhall be counſailed: now woll I tell you which
couſaile yee ought to eſchew. Firſt yee ſhall
eſchew the counſailing of fooles, Salomon
ſayth, * Take no counſaile of a foole, for hee
woll counſaile but after his owne luſt &amp; his
affection. The booke ſayth, that the propertie
of a foole is this: * He troweth lightly harme
of euery man, and lightly troweth all bountie
in himſelfe. Thou ſhalt eſchew the counſai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ling
of all flaterers, which as enforcen hem
rather to praiſe your perſon by flatterie, than
for to tell you the ſoothfaſtneſſe of things.</p>
                  <p>Wherefore Tullius ſayeth, * Among all the
peſtilence that been in friendſhip, the greateſt
is flatterie. And therefore it is more need y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
thou eſchew and dread flatterers, than any o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
people. The booke ſaith, * Thou ſhalt ra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
flee fro the ſweete wordes of flattering
and praiſing, than fro the eagre words of thy
friends that ſaith the ſooths. Salomon ſaith,
* That the words of a flatterer is a ſnare to
catch innocence. He ſayth alſo, * He y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſpea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
to his friend wordes of flatterie and of
pleaſaunce, he ſetteth a net beforne his feet to
catch him. And therefore Tullius ſayth, En<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cline
not thine eares to flatterers, ne take no
counſaile of flatterers. And Caton ſayeth,
* Auiſe thee well, and eſchew the wordes of
ſweetneſſe and of pleaſaunce. And eke thou
ſhalt eſchew the counſailing of thine old ene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mies
that been reconciled. The booke ſayth,
* That no wight retourneth ſafely into the
grace of his old enemie. And Iſope ſayth, * Ne
truſt not to hem, to which thou haſt ſometime
had war or enmity, ne tell hem not thy coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile.
And Seneck telleth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cauſe why it may
not be, for he ſayth, * There as great fire hath
long time endured, that there dwelleth ſome
vapour of heat. And therefore ſaith Salomon,
* In thine old foe truſt thou neuer. For likerly
though thine enemie be reconciled &amp; make
the ſigne of humilitie, and loute to thee with
his head, truſt him neuer: for certes he ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
thilke faigned humility more for his pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fite,
than for any humility, or for any loue of
thy perſon, becauſe that he deemeth to haue
victory ouer thy perſon by ſuch fained coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenaunce,
the which victorie he might not
haue by ſtrife or warre. And Petrus Alphons
ſayeth, * Make no fellowſhip with thine old
enemies, for if thou do hem bounty, they wol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>len
pervert it to wickedneſs. And eke thou
muſt eſchew the counſailing of hem y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> been
thy ſervaunts, and bearen thee great reve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rence:
for peraventure they ſayne it more for
dread than for love. And therfore ſaith a Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſopher
in this wiſe: * There is no wight
perfitly true to him that he dredeth. And Tul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lius
ſayth, There is no might ſo great of any
emperour that long may endure, but he haue
loue of the people and dread. Ye ſhall eſchew
alſo the counſailing of folke that been dronk<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lewe,
for they ne can no counſaile hide. For
Salomon ſayth, * There nis no priuity there
as reigneth drunkenneſſe. Ye ſhall haue alſo
in ſuſpect y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> counſailing of ſuch folke as coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile
you one thing priuily, and counſaile you
the contrarie openly. For Caſſidorie ſayeth,
* That it is a manner of ſleight to hinder his
enemy when he ſheweth to done a thing o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>penly,
and werketh priuily y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> contrary. Thou
ſhalt haue alſo in ſuſpect the counſailing of
wicked folke, that be alway full of fraud. And
Dauid ſayth, * That blisfull is the man y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
hath not followed the counſailing of ſhrews.
Thou ſhalt alſo eſchew the counſailing of
yong folke, for her counſailing is not ripe, as
Salomon ſaith.</p>
                  <p>Now ſir, ſithens I haue ſhewed you of ſuch
folke as ye ſhall be counſailed of, and follow
it: now woll I teach you how ye ſhall exa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mine
your counſaile. After y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> doctrine of Tul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lius,
in examining of your counſailers, ye ſhal
conſider many things.</p>
                  <p>Firſt thou ſhalt conſider thilke thing that
thou purpoſeſt, and vpon that thing that
thou wolt haue counſaile, that very trueth
be ſaid &amp; conſerued, this is to ſay, * Tell truly
thy tale, for he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſayeth falſe, may not well
be counſailed in that caſe, of which he lieth.
After this, thou ſhalt conſider the things
that accorden to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou purpoſeſt for to doe
by thy counſailours, if reaſon accord thereto,
and eke if thy might may attaine therto: &amp;
if the more part and the better part of your
counſailours accorden thereto or no. Then
ſhalt thou conſider what thing ſhall follow
of her counſailing: As hate, peace, warre,
grace, profite, or damage, and many other
things: and in all things ſhalt thou chuſe
the beſt, and weiue all other things. Then
ſhalt thou conſider of what root is engendred
the matter of thy counſaile, and what fruit
it may conceive &amp; engender. Thou ſhalt eke
conſider all the cauſes, from whence they be
ſprong. And when thou haſt examined thy
counſaile, as I haue ſaid, &amp; which partie is
the better and more profitable, and haſt ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>prooued
it by many wiſe folke and old, then
thou ſhalt conſider, if thou maieſt performe it
&amp; make of it a good end. * For certes reaſon
woll not that any man ſhall begin a thing,
but if he might performe it as him ought: ne
no wight ſhould take vpon him ſo heauie
a charge, but y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he might bere it. For y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>verbe
ſayth, * He that to much embraceth di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
little. And Caton ſaith, * Aſſay to do
ſuch things as thou haſt power to done, leaſt
the charge oppreſſe thee too ſore, that thee be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hooueth
weiue thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou haſt begunne,
And if ſo be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou be in dout, whether thou
maieſt performe a thing or none, chuſe rather
for to ſuffer than to begin. And Peter Alphons
ſaieth, * If thou haſt might to do a thing, of
<pb n="131" facs="tcp:51487:83"/>
which thou muſt repent, it is better holde thy
tongue ſtill than for to ſpeake. Then maieſt
thou vnderſtond by ſtronger reaſons, that if
thou haſt power to perfourme a werke, of
which thou ſhalt repent thee, then it is bet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
thou ſuffer than begin. * Well ſaine they
that defenden euery wight to aſſay a thing
of which he is in doubt, whether he may per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forme
it or none. And after when ye haue ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>amined
your counſaile (as I haue ſaid before)
and know well that yee may performe your
empriſe, conferme it then ſadly till it bee at
an end.</p>
                  <p>Now it is reaſon and time that I ſhewe
you when and wherfore that ye may chaunge
your counſaile, withouten reproofe. * Soothly,
a man may change his purpoſe &amp; his coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile,
if the cauſe ceaſeth, or when a newe caſe
betideth. For y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> law ſaith, * That vpon things
that newly betideth, behooueth newe coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile.
And Seneke ſaieth, * If thy counſaile is
come to the eares of thine enemies, chaunge
thy counſaile. * Thou maieſt alſo chaunge thy
counſaile, if ſo be thou find that by error or by
any other cauſe, harme or dammage may be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tide.
* Alſo if thy counſaile be diſhoneſt, other
els come of diſhoneſt cauſe, chaunge thy coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile.
For y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> law ſaith, * That all beheſts that
be diſhoneſt, ne been of no value: And eke, * If
ſo be that it bee vnpoſſible, or may not gladly
be perfourmed or kept.</p>
                  <p>And take this for a general rule, * That eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
counſaile that is enformed ſo ſtrongly, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
it may not be chaunged for no condition that
may betide, I ſay that ilke counſail is wicked.</p>
                  <p>MElibeus, when he had heard the doc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trine
of his wife Dame Prudence,
aunſwerd in this wiſe. Dame (qd. he)
as yet vnto this time ye han well taught me,
as in gouernaile how I ſhall gouern me in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
chuſing and in the withholding of my coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile:
But now would I faine that ye would
condiſcend in eſpecial, how y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye ſeemeth by
our counſailours that wee haue choſe in this
preſent need.</p>
                  <p>My lord (qd. ſhe) I beſeech you in all hum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bleſſe,
that yee woll not wilfully replie ayenſt
my reaſons, ne diſtemper your hert, though I
ſpeake thing that you diſpleaſe, for God wote
as in mine entent, I ſpeake it as for your beſt
and for your honour and profit eke, &amp; ſooth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
I hope that your benignity woll take it in
patience. And truſteth me well y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> your coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile
in this caſe neſhould not (as to ſpeak pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>perly)
be called a counſailing, but a motion or
a mouing of folly, in which counſaile ye haue
erred in many a ſundry wiſe.</p>
                  <p>Firſt yee haue erred in the aſſembling of
your counſailours: For firſt yee ſhould haue
cleped a fewe folke to your counſaile, &amp; after
yee might haue ſhewed it to mo, if it had bee
neede. But ye haue cleped to your counſail a
great multitude of people, full chargeous &amp;
full noyous for to heare. Alſo ye haue erred,
for there as yee ſhould haue onely cleped to
your counſaile your trew friends, olde and
wiſe, ye haue cleped ſtraunge folke, yong folk,
falſe flatterers, and enemies reconciled, and
folk y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> done you reuerence withouten loue.
* And eke yee haue erred, for yee haue brought
with you to your counſaile, ire, couetiſe, &amp;
haſtineſſe, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> which three things been contra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
to euery good counſaile, honeſt &amp; profita<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble:
the which three things yee haue not de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtroyed
neither in your ſelf ne in your counſai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lours,
as ye ought. Ye haue erred alſo, for yee
haue ſhewed to your counſailours your talent
and your affections to make warre anon, &amp;
for to do vengeance, and they haue eſpied by
your words to what thing ye beene enclined:
&amp; therefore han they rather counſailed you
to your talent, than to your profite. Ye han er<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red
eke, for it ſeemeth that you ſufficeth to
haue be counſailed by theſe counſailours one<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
and with little auiſement, whereas in ſo
high and in ſo great a need, it had been neceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſarie
mo counſailours, and more deliberation
to performe your empriſe. Ye han erred alſo,
for ye haue not examined your counſaile in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
foreſaid matters ne in due manner, as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> caſe
requireth. Ye haue erred alſo, for ye made no
diuiſion betweene your true friends &amp; your
fained counſailours: ne ye haue not knowne
the will of your trewe counſailours and
friends, old, &amp; wiſe, but ye haue caſt all her
words in an hochpot, and enclined your heart
to the more part and to the greater number
of fooles than of wiſe men. * And therefore y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
counſaylings that beene at congregations
and multitudes of folke, there as men take
more regard to the number, than to the ſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pience
of perſons: ye ſeene well, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in ſuch
counſaylings fooles han the maiſtrie. Meli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>beus
anſwerd and ſaid ayen: I graunt well
that I haue erred, but there as thou haſt
told me here beforne, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he nis not to blame
that chaungeth his counſaile in certaine caſe,
and for certaine and juſt cauſe I am all re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>die
to chaunge my counſailours right as
thou wouldeſt deuiſe. The Prouerbe ſayth,
* For to done ſinne, is manniſh, but certes for
to perſevere long in ſinne, is werke of the
Diuell.</p>
                  <p>To this ſentence anſwereth anone dame
Prudence, &amp; ſaid: Examineth (qd. ſhe) well
your counſaile, and let vs ſee which of hem
hath ſpoke moſt reaſonably, and taught
you beſt counſaile. And for as much as the
examination is neceſſarie, let vs begin at
Surgiens and Phyſicians, that firſt ſpake of
this matter. I ſay that Phyſicians &amp; Sur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>giens
haue ſaied you in your counſayle diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creetly,
as hem ought: &amp; in her ſpeech ſaid
full wiſely, that to the office of hem appertai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
to done to euery wight honour &amp; pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fite,
and no wight to annoy, &amp; after her craft
to done great diligence vnto the cure of hem
which they haue in her gouernaunce: &amp; ſir,
right as they have answerd wiſely and diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creetly,
right ſo read I y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they beene highly
&amp; ſouerainly guerdoned for her noble ſpeech,
<pb n="132" facs="tcp:51487:84"/>
and eke for they ſhull more done their enten<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tife
buſineſſe in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> curation of your doughter.
For all beit ſo they been your friends, therfore
ſhullen ye not ſuffer, that they ſerue you for
nought, but ye ought therafter guerdon hem,
and pay hem her largeſſe. And as touching y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
propoſition, which the Phyſicians entreteden
in this caſe, this is to ſaine, that in maladies
is, * That contrarie is wariſhed by another
contrary: I would faine know how ye vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtond
thilke text, and what is your ſentence.
Certes (qd. Melibeus) I vnderſtond it in this
wiſe: Right as they han doe me a contrary, ſo
ſhould I done hem another, for right as they
han venged hem vpon me &amp; done me wrong,
right ſo woll I venge me vpon hem, &amp; done
hem wrong, and then haue I cured one con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trary
by another.</p>
                  <p>Lo lo (qd. dame Prudence) how lightly is
euery man enclined to his own deſire &amp; his
owne pleaſaunce, Certes (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wordes
of the Phyſicians ne ſhould not been vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtond
in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wiſe: for certes wickedneſſe is not
contrary to wickedneſſe, ne vengeaunce is
not contrarie to vengeaunce, ne wrong to
wrong, but euery of hem encreaſeth and en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gendreth
other. But certes the words of the
Phyſicians ſhould be vnderſtond in this wiſe,
for good and wickedneſſe ben two contraries:
and peace and warre, vengeaunce and ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fraunce,
diſcord and accord, and many other
things: * But certes, wickedneſſe ſhall be wa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſhed
with goodneſſe, diſcord by accord, warre
by peace, and ſo forth in other things. And
therto accordeth ſaint Paule the Apoſtle in
many places: He ſayth, Ne yeeld not harme
for harme, ne wicked ſpeech for wicked ſpeech,
but doe well to hem that done to thee harme,
and bleſſe hem that ſaith thee harme. And in
many other places he admoniſheth peace &amp;
accord. But now woll I ſpeke of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> counſaile
which was iyeue vnto you by men of Lawe,
and the wiſe folke, and old folke, that ſayden
all by one accord as ye heard beforne, That o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uer
all things ye ſhall done your buſineſſe &amp;
diligence to keepe your perſon, and to warn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtore
your houſe: And they ſaid alſo, that in
this caſe ye ought to werchen full wiſely &amp;
with great deliberation. And ſir, as to the
firſt point, that toucheth the keeping of your
perſon: ye ſhall vnderſtond, that he that hath
warre, ſhall euer deuoutly and meekly praien
beforne all things, that Ieſu Chriſt, of his
mercie woll haue him in his protection, and
to be his ſoueraigne helper at his need: For
certes in this world there nis no wight that
may be counſailed and ikept ſufficiently with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
the keeping of our lord Ieſu Chriſt. To
this ſentence accordeth the Prophet Dauid
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſayth: * If God ne kept the Citty, in idle
waketh hee that it keepeth. Now ſir, then
ſhould hee commit the keeping of your per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
to your true friends, that been approued
and iknow, and of him ſhould ye aske helpe,
your perſon to keep. For Caton ſaith: * If thou
haue need of helpe, aske it of thy friends, for
there nis none ſo good a Hhyſician as thy
true friend. And after this then ſhall yee keep
you fro all ſtraunge folke, and fro liers, and
have alway in ſuſpect her companie. For
Peter Alphons ſaieth: * Ne take no company
by the way, of no ſtraunge man, but if ſo bee
that thou haſt known him of lenger time:
And if ſo be that he fall into thy companie,
peradventure withouten thine aſſent and
good will, enquire then as ſubtelly as thou
canſt, of his converſation, and of his life be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forne,
and faine thy way, ſaying thou woul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deſt
go thider as thou wolt not goe: &amp; if he
beare a ſpeare, hold thee on the right ſide of
him, &amp; if he beare a ſwerd, hold thee on the
left ſide of him. And then ſhall ye keepe you
wiſely from all manner of ſuch people as I
have ſaied you here before, and hem and her
counſaile eſchew. And after this then ſhall
yee keepe you in ſuch manner, that for any
preſumption of your bodily ſtrength, that ye
deſpiſe not ne account not the might of your
adverſary ſo lite, that ye let the keeping of
your perſon for your preſumption, * For every
wiſe man dredeth his enemie. And Salomon
ſayth: * A very foole is he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> of all hath drede:
* But certes he that thorow hardneſſe of his
heart and through y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> hardineſſe of himſelfe,
hath too great preſumption, him ſhall euill
betide. Then ſhall ye euermore encounter,
waite, embuſhments, and all eſpiaile. For
Seneke ſayeth: * The wiſe man y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> dredeth
harmes, eſcheweth harmes: * He ne falleth
into no perils, that perill eſcheweth. And all
be it ſo, that thou ſeeme y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou be in ſecret
place, yet ſhalt thou alway done diligence in
keeping of thy perſon, this is to ſay, ne be not
negligent to keepe thine owne perſon, not
onely for thy greateſt enemy, but alſo for thy
leaſt enemy. Seneke ſayth, * A man y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is well
aduiſed, he dreadeth his leaſt enemie. Ouid
ſayth, * That y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> little weſell woll ſlee y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> great
Bull and the wild Hart. And the Prouerbe
ſayth, * That a little thorn woll greeue a king
full ſore, and a little hound woll hold y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wild
Bore. But nathaleſſe, I ſay not thou ſhalt
be ſo coward, that thou doubt where as is
no dred. The book ſayth, That ſomemen haue
great luſt to deceiue, but yet they dread to bee
deceiued. And keepe thee fro y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> companie of
ſcorners: * For the booke ſayth, With ſcor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ners
ne make no company, but flie her words
as venome.</p>
                  <p>Now as to the ſecond point, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>as
your wiſe Counſaylours counſayled you
to warneſtore your houſe with great dilli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gence,
I would faine know how yee vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtond
thilke wordes, and what is your ſen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tence.</p>
                  <p>Melibeus anſwered and ſaid, certes I vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtond
it in this wiſe, that I ſhall warne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtore
mine houſe with toures, ſuch as haue
caſtles &amp; other maner edifices, and armure,
and archeries, betweene which things I
may my perſon and my houſe ſo keepe &amp; de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fend,
that mine enemies ſhullen be in dread
<pb n="133" facs="tcp:51487:84"/>
mine houſe to approch. To this ſentence an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſwered
anon Prudence. Warniſhing (qd. ſhe)
of high toures and of high edifices, is with
great coſtages and with great travaile, and
when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ben accompliſhed, yet bin they
not worth a ſtraw, but if they been defended
with true friends, that ben old and wiſe. And
underſtondeth well, that the greateſt and the
ſtrongeſt garniſon that rich men may have,
as well to keepen her perſon, as her goods, is,
that they be beloved with her ſubjects, and
with her neighbours. For thus ſayth Tulli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>us,
* That there is a manner garriſon, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> no
man may vanquiſh ne diſcomfite, and that is
a lord to be beloved of his citizens, and of his
people.</p>
                  <p>Nowe ſir, as to the third point, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>as
your olde and wiſe Counſaylours ſaied,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye ought not ſuddainly ne haſtily proceed
in this need, but that yee ought purueyen
and apparaile you in this caſe, with great
dilligence and deliberation. Verely, I trow
that they ſaied right truly and right ſooth.
For Tullius ſayth: * In every deed or thou be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gin
it, apparaile thee with great diligence.
Then ſay I, in vengeaunce taking, in war,
in battaile, and in warneſtoring, or thou be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gin,
I rede that thou apparaile thee thereto,
and do it with great deliberation. For Tulli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>us
ſayth: * The long apparailing tofore the
battaile, maketh ſhort victorie. And Caſſido<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rus
ſayth: * The garriſon is ſtronger, when it
is long time aviſed. But now let us ſpeake
of the Counſayle that was accorded by your
neighbours, ſuch as done you reverence with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>outen
love, your old enemies reconciled,
your flatterers, that counſailed you certain
things prively, and openly counſailed you
the contrarie. The young folke alſo, that
counſailed you to venge you, and to make
warre anon. Certes ſir, as I have ſaied be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore,
ye have greatly erred to clepe ſuch man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
of folke to your counſaile, which coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſailours
ben ynough reproued by the reaſons
aforeſaid. But natheleſſe, let us now deſcend
to the ſpecial. Ye ſhull firſt proceed after the
doctrine of Tullius. Certes the trouth of
this matter or of this counſaile needeth not
diligently to enquire, for it is wel wiſt, which
they been that han done you this treſpas and
villanie, and how many treſpaſſours, and in
what manner they have done all this wrong
to you, and all this villany. And after this,
then ſhull ye examine the ſecond condition,
which Tullius addeth in this matter. For
Tullius putteth a thing, which that he cle<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>peth
conſenting: this is to ſay, who ben they
and which been they, and how many, that
conſenten to thy counſaile in thy wilfulneſſe,
to done haſtie vengeaunce. And let us conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
alſo who been they, and how many they
been that conſented to your adverſaries. As
to the firſt point, it is well knowen which
folke they be that conſented to your haſtie
wilfulneſſe. For truly, all tho that counſaile
you to maken ſuddaine warre, ne be not your
friends. Let ſee now which beene they that
ye holden ſo greatly your friends, as to your
perſon: For albeit ſo that ye be mighty and
rich, certes ye been but alone: for truly yee
ne have no child but a doughter, ne ye have
no brethren ne couſin Germaines, ne none
other nigh kinrede, wherefore your enemies
ſhould ſtint to plead with you, ne to deſtroy
your perſon. Ye know alſo, that your riches
mote be diſpended in diverſe parties. And
when that every wight hath his part, they
wollen take but little regard to venge your
death. But thine enemies ben three, &amp; they
have many brethren, children, couſins, and
other nigh kinrede: and though ſo were, that
thou haddeſt ſlaine of hem two or three, yet
dwelleth there ynowe to avenge her death,
and to ſlea thy perſon. And though ſo be that
your kinrede be more ſtedfaſt and ſiker than
the kinne of your adverſaries, yet neverthe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe
your kinrede is but after kinrede, for
they ben but little ſibbe to you, and the kinne
of your enemies ben nigh ſibbe to hem. And
certes as in that, her condition is better
than is yours. Then let us conſider alſo
of the counſayling of hem that counſayled
you to take ſuddaine vengeaunce, whether it
accord to reaſon or non: And certes yee know
well nay, for as by right &amp; reaſon, there may
no man take vengeaunce of no wight, but
the judge that hath jurisdiction of it, when
it is graunted him to take vengeaunce haſte<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
or attemperately, as the Law requireth.
And yet moreover of thilke word that Tul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lius
clepeth conſenting, thou ſhalt conſent,
if that thy might and thy power may con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent
and ſuffice to thy wilfulneſſe, and to thy
counſaylours: And certes, thou mayeſt well
ſay nay, for ſikerly as for to ſpeake proper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
* We may do nothing but ſuch thing as
we may done rightfully: and certes rightful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
ye may take no vengeaunce, as of your own
proper authority. Then may ye ſee that your
power ne conſenteth not, ne accordeth not
with your wilfulneſſe. Nowe let us exa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mine
the third point, that Tullius clepeth
conſequence. Thou ſhalt underſtond, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the
vengeaunce that thou purpoſeſt for to take,
is conſequent, and thereof followeth another
vengeaunce, perill, &amp; warre, and other dam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mages
withouten number, of which wee be
not ware, as at this time. And as touching
the fourth point, that Tullius clepeth engen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dring,
thou ſhalt conſider, that this wrong
which that is done to thee, is engendred of
the hate of thine enemies, and of the ven<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>geaunce
taking upon hem, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> would engen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
another vengeaunce, and muckell ſorrow
and waſting of richeſſe, as I ſayed ere.</p>
                  <p>Now ſir, as touching the fift point, that
Tully cleapeth cauſes, which is the laſt
point, thou ſhalt underſtond, that the wrong
that thou haſt received, hath certain cauſes,
which that clerkes callen oryen, and effycien,
and cauſa longinqua, and cauſa propinqua,
that is to ſay the ferre cauſe, and the nigh
<pb n="134" facs="tcp:51487:85"/>
cauſe. The ferre cauſe is almighty God, that
is cauſe of all things. The neere cauſe, is the
three enemies. The cauſe accidentall was
hate. The cauſe material, ben y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> five wounds
of thy doughter. The cauſe formall, is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
of their werking, that brought ladders,
and clambe in at thy windowes. The cauſe
finall was for to ſlea thy doughter, it letted not
in as much as in them was. But for to ſpeak
of the ferre cauſe, as to what end they ſhould
come, or finally, what ſhall betide of them in
this caſe, ne can I not deme, but by conjecting
and ſuppoſing: For we ſhall ſuppoſe, that they
ſhall come to a wicked end, becauſe that the
booke of Decrees ſayth: * Seld or with great
paine ben cauſes brought to a good end, when
they ben badly begun.</p>
                  <p>Now ſir, if men would aske me, why that
God ſuffred men to do you this villany. Truly
I cannot well anſwer, as for no ſoothfaſtneſſe.
For y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Apoſtle ſayeth, * That the ſciences, and
the judgements of our Lord God Almightie
been full deep, there may no man comprehend
ne ſearch hem. Natheleſſe by certain preſump<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions
&amp; coniectings, I hold &amp; beleeve, that
God, which that is full of juſtice and of righ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teouſnes,
hath ſuffred this betide, by iuſt cauſe
reaſonable.</p>
                  <p>Thy name is Melibe, this is to ſay, a man
that drinketh Honey. Thou haſt dronke ſo
much honey of ſweet temporall richeſſe, and
delices of honours of this world, that thou
art dronke, &amp; haſt forgotten Ieſu Chriſt thy
creatour: Thou ne haſt not doen to him ſuch
honour and reverence as thee ought, ne thou
ne haſt not taken keepe to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> words of Ovid
that ſayth: * Vnder y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Honey of the goods of
thy bodie is hid y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> venome y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſlaeth thy ſoule.</p>
                  <p>And Salomon ſayth: * If it ſo be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou
haſt found honey, eat of the ſame honey that
that ſufficeth: for if ſo bee that thou eat of the
ſame honey out of meaſure, thou ſhalt ſpewe,
and alſo be needy &amp; poore. And peraventure
Almightie God Ieſu Chriſt hath thee in diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pight,
and hath tourned away fro thee his
face, and his eares of miſericorde &amp; mercie.
And alſo he hath ſuffred &amp; give licence, that
thou thus ſhouldeſt bee puniſhed and chaſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed,
in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> manner that thou haſt treſpaſſed &amp;
offended. Thou haſt done ſinne againſt our
Lord Chriſt, for certes the three enemies of
mankind, that is to ſay: the fleſh, the fiend,
and the world, thou haſt ſuffered hem entre
into thine heart wilfully, by the windowes
of thy body, &amp; haſt not defended thy ſelfe ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ficiently
ayenſt their aſſaults, and their temp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tations,
ſo that they have wounded thy ſoule
in five places, this is to ſay: the deadly ſinnes
that ben entred into thy hart by thy five wits.
And in the ſame manner our Lorde Chriſt
hath would and ſuffered, that thy three ene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mies
been entered into thy hous, by y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> win<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dowes,
and have wounded thy doughter in
the foreſaied manner.</p>
                  <p>Truly (qd. Melibe) I ſee well that yee en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>force
you much by words to overcome me, in
ſuch manner, that I ſhall not venge mee on
mine enemies, ſhewing me y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> perils and the
evils y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> might fall of this vengeaunce: but
who ſo would conſider in all vengeances the
perils &amp; evils that might ſue of vengeaunce
taking, a man would never take vengeaunce,
and that were harme: for by the vengeaunce
taken been y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wicked men diſcevered fro the
good men. And they y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> have will to doe wic<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kedneſſe,
reſtrain their wicked purpoſe, when
they ſee the puniſhing and chaſtiſing of the
treſpaſſours: &amp; yet ſay I mo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e. * That right
as a ſingular perſon ſinneth, in taking ven<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>geaunce
of another man, right ſo ſinneth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
judge, if he doe no vengeaunce of hem that
have deſerved. For Senecke ſayeth thus:
* That maiſter, he ſayth is good, that preveth
ſhrews. And as Caſſiodore ſaith: * A man dre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
to do outrages, when he wot &amp; know<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it diſpleaſeth to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Iudges and Sove<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>raignes.
And another ſayth: * The Iudge y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
dreadeth to doe right; maketh men ſhrewes.
Add ſaint Poule the Apoſtle ſayeth in his
Epiſtle, when he writeth unto the Romanes,</p>
                  <p>* That the Iudge bear not the ſpeare with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out-cauſe,
but they beare it to puniſh the
ſhrewes and misdoers, and for to defend the
good men.</p>
                  <p>If ye woll then take vengeaunce of your
enemies, ye ſhull retourne and have your re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>courſe
to the Iudge, that hath the jurisdicti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
upon hem, and he ſhall puniſh hem, as the
law asketh and requireth.</p>
                  <p>A ha, ſaied Melibe, this vengeaunce liketh
me nothing, I bethink me now, and take heed
how that fortune hath nouriſhed mee fro my
childhood, and hath holpe me to paſſe many
a ſtronge paas: Now I would aſſay her,
trowing with Gods helpe, that ſhe ſhall helpe
mee my ſhame for to avenge.</p>
                  <p>TRuly ſaied Prudence, if yee woll werke
by my counſaile, yee ſhall not aſſay for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune
by no way: ne yee ſhall not lean or how
unto her, after the words of Senecke: * For
things that been fooliſhly doen, and that been
done in hope of fortune, ſhall never come to
good end. And as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſame Senek ſayth: * The
more clere and the more ſhining that fortune
is, the more britle &amp; the ſooner broke ſhe is.
Truſteth not in her, for ſhe is not ſtedfaſt ne
ſtable. For when thou troweſt to be moſt ſure
&amp; ſtedfaſt of her helpe, ſhe woll faile and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceive
thee. And whereas ye ſay, that fortune
hath nouriſhed you fro your childhood, I ſay
that in ſo much ye ſhall the leſſe truſt in her,
&amp; in her wit. For Seneke ſaith: * What man
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is nouriſhed by fortune, ſhe maketh him
a great foole. Now then ſith ye deſire &amp; aske
vengeaunce, &amp; the vengeaunce that is done
after the law, and before the judge, ne liketh
you not, and the vengeaunce that is doen in
hope of fortune, is perillous and uncertaine,
then have yee none other remedie, but for to
haue your recourſe vnto the ſoveraine iudge
that vengeth all villanies and wrongs. And
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he ſhall venge you, after that himſelf witneſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth,
whereas he ſaith: * Leave the venge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce
to me, and I ſhall do it.</p>
                  <p>Melibeus anſwerd, if I ne venge me of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
villanie y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men haue doen to me, I ſummon
or warne hem that haue doen to me that vil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lanie
&amp; all other, to doe me another villany.
For it is written: * If thou take no venge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce
of an old villany, thou ſummoneſt thine
aduerſaries to do thee a new villanie, &amp; alſo for
my ſufferaunce, men would doe me ſo much
villanie, that I might neither beare it ne ſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtain
it, &amp; ſo ſhould I be put and holden ouer
low. For men ſain, * In mikell ſuffring ſhal
many things fall vnto thee, which thou ſhalt
not mow ſuffer.</p>
                  <p>Certes (qd. Prudence) I graunt you, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
ouermuch ſuffraunce is not good, but yet ne
followeth it not thereof, that euery perſon to
whom men doe villanie, ſhould take of it ven<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>geance:
for that appertaineth and longeth
all onely to Iudges, for they ſhould venge y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
villanies and iniuries: And therefore thoſe
two authorities, that yee haue ſaied before,
beene onely vnderſtond in the Iudges: * For
when they ſuffer ouermuch the wrongs and
villanies to bee doen, withouten puniſhment,
they ſummon not a man all onely for to doe
newe wrongs, but they commaund it. Alſo
a wiſe man ſayth, * That y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Iudge that cor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>recteth
not the ſinner, commaundeth &amp; bid<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
him doe ſinne. And the Iudges and ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueraines
might in their lond ſo much ſuffer
of the ſhrews and miſdoers, that they ſhould
by ſuch ſuffraunce, by proceſſe of time, were
of ſuch power &amp; might, that they ſhould put
out the Iudges and the Soueraignes from
their places, and at laſt, make hem leſe her
Lordſhips.</p>
                  <p>But let vs now ſuppoſe, that ye haue leue
to venge you: I ſay yee be not of might and
power, as now to venge you: for if ye woll
make compariſon vnto the might of your ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerſaries,
yee ſhould find in many thinges,
that I haue ſhewed you er this, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> their con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dition
is better than yours, and therefore ſay
I, that it is good as now, that ye ſuffer &amp; be
patient.</p>
                  <p>Furthermore, ye know well, that after the
common ſaw, * It is a woodneſſe, a manne to
ſtriue with a ſtronger, or a more mightie man
than hee is himſelfe: and for to ſtriue with a
man of euen ſtrength, that is to ſay, with as
ſtrong a man as hee is, it is perill: &amp; for to
ſtriue with a weaker man, it is folly, &amp; ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſhould a man flie ſtriuing, as mikell as he
might. For Salomon ſayeth: * It is a great
worſhip to a man to keepe him fro noiſe and
ſtrife: * And if it ſo befall and hap, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> a man
of greater might and ſtrength than thou art,
doe thee greeuaunce: ſtudie and buſie y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
to ſtill the ſame greeuaunce, than for to
venge thee. For Seneke ſayth, * That he put<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
him in great perill, that ſtriueth with a
greater man than he is himſelfe. And Caton
ſayth, * If a man of higher eſtate or degre, or
more mightie than thou, do thee annoy or gre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uaunce,
ſuffer him: for he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> once hath gree<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued
thee, may another time releeue thee and
helpe thee. Yet ſet I caſe ye haue licence for
to venge you, I ſay that there been full ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhall reſtrain you of vengeance
taking, and make you for to encline to ſuffer,
and for to haue patience in the wrongs that
haue been doen to you. Firſt and formoſt, if
ye woll conſider the faults that been in your
owne perſon, for which faults God hath ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fered
you haue his tribulation, as I haue
ſaied to you here before. For the Poet ſayeth,</p>
                  <p>* That we ought patiently take y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> tribulati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons
that come to vs, when that wee thinke
and conſider, that wee haue deſerued to haue
them. And ſaint Gregorie ſayth, * That when
a manne conſidereth well the number of his
defaults and of his ſinnes, the paines and
the tribulatious that he ſuffereth, ſeeme the
leſſe vnto him. And in as much as him thin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
his ſinnes more heauie and greeuous,
in ſo much ſeemeth his paine the lighter and
the eaſier vnto him. Alſo yee owne to encline
and bow your heart, to take the patience of
our Lord Ieſu Chriſt, as ſayeth ſaint Peter
in his Epiſtles. Ieſu Chriſt he ſaith hath ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fred
for vs, &amp; yeuen enſample to euery man
to follow and ſue him, for he did neuer ſinne,
ne neuer came there a villainous word out
of his mouth. When men curſed him, he cur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
hem not. And when men bete him, he ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naced
hem not. Alſo the great patience, which
Saints that been in Paradice haue had in
tribulation that they haue ſuffered, without
her deſert or guilt, ought much ſtirre you to
patience. Furthermore, ye ſhull enforce you to
haue patience, conſidering that the tribula<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions
of this world but little while endure,
and ſoone paſſen been and gone, and the joy
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> a man ſeeketh to haue by patience in tri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bulations
is perdurable: After that the Apo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtle
ſays in his Epiſtle, * The joy of God he
ſayeth is perdurable: that is to ſay, euerla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſting.
Alſo troweth and beleeueth ſtedfaſtly,
that he is not well noriſhed and well taught,
that cannot haue patience, or woll not receiue
patience. For Salomon ſayth, * That y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> doc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trine
and the wit of a man is knowne by pa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tience.
And in another place he ſayeth, That
hee that is patient, gouerneth him by great
prudence.</p>
                  <p>And y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame Salomon ſaith: * The angrie
and wrothfull man maketh noiſes, and the
patient man attempreth and ſtilleth hem. He
ſaith alſo, It is no more worth to be patient
than to be right ſtrong. And he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may haue
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lordſhip of his own heart, is more to praiſe
than he that by his force or ſtrength taketh
great cities. And therefore ſaieth ſaint Iames
in his Epiſtle, * That patience is a great ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue
of perfection.</p>
                  <p>CErtes (qd. Melibee) I graunt you Dame
Prudence, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> patience is a great vertue
of perfection, but euery man may not haue y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
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perfection that yee ſeeke, ne I am not of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
number of right perfit men: For mine heart
may never be in peace, unto the time it bee
avenged. And albeit ſo, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it was great perill
to mine enemies to doe mee a villanie in ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>king
vengeaunce upon me, yet tooke they no
heed of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> perill, but fulfilled her wicked will
and her courage: and therefore me thinketh
men ought not repreve me, though I put me
in a little perill for to avenge me, and though
I do a great exceſſe, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, that I venge
one outrage by another.</p>
                  <p>Ah (qd. dame Prudence) ye ſay your will as
you liketh: but in no caſe of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> world a man
ſhould not do outrage ne exceſſe, for to venge
him. For Caſſiodore ſaith, * That as evill
doth he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> vengeth him by outrage, as he that
doth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> outrage. And therefore ye ſhall venge
you after the order of right, that is to ſay, by
the law, and not by exceſſe, ne by outrage.
And alſo if you woll venge you of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> outrage
of your aduerſaries, in other maner than right
commandeth, ye ſinne. And therefore ſayth
Senek: * That a man ſhall never venge
ſhreudneſſe by ſhreudneſſe. And if ye ſay that
right asketh to defend violence by violence,
and fighting by fighting: certes ye ſay ſooth,
when the defence is doen without intervall,
or without tarrying or delay, for to defend
him, &amp; not for to venge him. And it behooveth,
that a man put ſuch attemperaunce in his
defence, that men have no cauſe ne matter to
repreve him that defendeth him of outrage
and exceſſe, for els were it againe reaſon.
Parde yee know well, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> yee make no defence
as now, for to defend you, but for to venge
you: and ſo ſheweth it, that ye have no will
to doe your deed attemperately, &amp; therefore
me thinketh that patiente is good. For Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lomon
ſaieth, * That he that is not patient,
ſhall have great harme.</p>
                  <p>CErtes (ſaied Melibe) I graunt you y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
when a man is impatient and wrothe
of that that toucheth him not, and that ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pertaineth
not unto him, though it harme
him, it is no wonder. For y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> law ſaith, * That
hee is culpable that entermetleth or medleth
with ſuch things as appertaineth not unto
him. And Salomon ſaith, * That he that en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tremetleth
of the noiſe or ſtrife of another
manne, is like to him that taketh a ſtraunge
hound by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> eares: For right as hee that ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
a ſtraunge hound by the eeres, is other<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>while
bitten by the hond, right ſo in the ſame
wiſe, it is reaſon that he have harme, that by
his impatience medleth him of the noiſe of
another man, whereas it appertaineth not
unto him. But ye know well, that this deed,
that is to ſay, my greefe and my diſeaſe, tou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheth
me right nigh. And therefore though I
bee wroth and impatient, it is no mervaile:
and ſaving your grace, I cannot ſee that it
might greatly harme me, though I took ven<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>geaunce,
for I am richer and more mightie
than mine enemies bee: And well know ye,
that by money and by having great poſſeſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons,
beene all things of this world governed.
And Salomon ſayth, * All theſe things obey
to money.</p>
                  <p>When Prudence had heard her husbond
avaunt him of his richeſſe and his money,
diſpraiſing the power of his adverſaries, ſhee
ſpake and ſaied in this wiſe: Certes deare
ſir, I graunt you that yee bee rich and migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie,
and * That y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> richeſſe is good to hem that
have well gotten hem, and that well can uſe
them. For right as the body of a manne
may not live without the ſoule, no more
may it live without the temporall goodes:
and by richeſſe may a manne get him great
friends. And therefore ſayeth Pamphillus:
If a Nerthes doughter he ſayeth be rich, ſhe
may cheſe of a thouſand menne, which ſhee
woll take to her husbond: for of a thouſand
one woll not forſake her ne refuſe her. And
this Pamphillus ſaith alſo: * If thou be right
happie, that is to ſay, if thou be rich, thou
ſhalt find a great number of fellowes and
friendes. And if thy fortune chaunge, fare<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>well
friendſhip and fellowſhip, for thou ſhalt
be alone withouten any companie, but if it be
the companie of poore folke. And yet ſayeth
this Pamphillus moreover, * That they that
been bond and thrall of linage, ſhall be made
worthy and noble by the richeſſes. And right
ſo as by the richeſſes there come many good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſes,
right ſo by povertie come there many
harmes and evils: * For great povertie con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
a manne to doe many evils. * And
therefore calleth Caſſiodor Povertie the mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
of ruine, that is to ſay, the mother of
overthrowing or of falling down. And there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſayth Peter Alfonce: * One of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> greateſt
adverſities of this world is, when a free man
by kinde or of birth is conſtrained by pover<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
to eate y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> almoſe of his enemie. And the
ſame ſayeth Innocente in one of his bookes:
He ſayth, * That ſorrowfull &amp; miſhap is the
condition of a poore begger, for if he aske not
his meat, hee dieth for hunger, and if he aske,
he dieth for ſhame: &amp; algates neceſſity con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
him to aske. And therefore ſayeth
Salomon, * That better is to die, than for to
have ſuch povertie. And as the ſame Salo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man
ſayth: Better it is to die of bitter death,
than for to live in ſuch wiſe. By theſe reaſons
that I have ſaid unto you, and by many other
reaſons that I could ſay, I graunt you that
richeſſes been good to hem that hem well get<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten,
and to hem that well uſen tho richeſſes:
And therfore woll I ſhew you how ye ſhall be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>have
you in gathering of riches, and in what
manner ſhe ſhullen uſe hem.</p>
                  <p>Firſt, * Yee ſhall get hem withouten great
deſire, by good leiſure, ſokingly, and not over
haſtily, for a manne that is too deſiring to get
richeſſe, habandoneth him firſt to theft and
to all other evils, And therefore ſayeth Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lomon:
* He y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> haſteth him too buſily to wexe
rich, he ſhall be none innocent. He ſayeth al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſo,
* That the richeſſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> haſtily commeth to
<pb n="137" facs="tcp:51487:86"/>
a manne, ſoone &amp; lightly goeth and paſſeth
from a man, but that richeſſe that commeth
little and little, wexeth alway and multipli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth.
And ſir, ye ſhall get richeſſe by your wit
and by your trauaile, vnto your profite, and
that without wrong or harme doing to any
other perſon. For the Law ſayeth, * There
maketh no manne himſelfe rich, if hee doe
harme to another wight: this is to ſay, that
nature defendeth and forbiddeth by right,
that no manne maketh himſelfe rich, vnto y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
harme of another perſon. And Tullius ſayth,
* That no ſorow, ne no dread of death, ne no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
that may fall vnto a man, is ſo much
ayenſt nature, as a man to encreaſe his owne
profite, to the harme of another manne. And
though the great and mightie menne get
richeſſes more lightly than thou, yet ſhalt
thou not bee idle ne ſlowe to doe thy profite,
for thou ſhalt in all wiſe flie idleneſſe. For Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lomon
ſayth, * That idleneſſe teacheth a man
to doe many evils. And the ſame Salomon
ſayeth, * That he that trauaileth and buſieth
him to tilthe his lond, ſhall eat bread: but he
that is idle, and caſteth him to no buſineſſe
ne occupation, ſhall fall into pouertie, &amp; die
for hunger. And he that is idle and ſlow, can
neuer find couenable time for to doe his pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fite.
For there is a verifier ſayeth, * That y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
idle manne excuſeth him in Winter, becauſe
of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> great cold, and in Sommer becauſe of
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> heat. * For theſe cauſes (ſayth Caton) wa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth,
and encline you not ouer much for to
ſleepe, for ouer much reſt nouriſheth and cau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
many vices. And therefore ſayeth ſaint
Hierome, * Do ſome good deeds, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the diuel
which is our enemie, ne find you not vnoccu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pied,
for the deuill ne taketh not lightly vnto
his werking, ſuch as hee findeth occupied in
good werkes.</p>
                  <p>Then thus in getting richeſſes ye muſt flie
idleneſſe. And afterward yee ſhull vſe the ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheſſes,
which yee haue got by your wit and
by your trauaile, in ſuch manner, that men
hold you not too ſcarce ne too ſparing, ne foole
large, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, ouer large a ſpender: for
right as men blame an auaricious man, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cauſe
of his ſcarcitie and chincherie, in the
ſame wiſe is he to blame, that ſpendeth ouer
largely. And therfore ſaith Caton: * Vſe (ſayth
he) the richeſſes that thou haſt gotten in ſuch
manner that men may haue no matter ne
cauſe to call thee nother wretch ne chinche:
* For it is a great ſhame to a man to haue a
poore heart and a rich purſe. Hee ſayth al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſo,
the goods that thou haſt gote, vſe them
by meaſure, that is to ſay, ſpend meaſura<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bly,
for they that fooliſhly waſt and diſpend
the goods that they haue, when they haue no
more proper of her owne, then they ſhape hem
to take the goods of another manne. I ſay
then that ye ſhall flie auarice, vſing your ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheſſe
in ſuch manner, that men ſay not that
your richeſſes been buried, but that yee haue
hem in your might, &amp; in your welding. For
a wiſe man repreueth the auaricious man,
&amp; ſayth thus in theſe verſes two. * Whereto
and why burieth a manne his goods by his
great avarice, and knoweth well that needs
he muſt die, for death is the end of every man,
as in this preſent life? And for what cauſe or
encheſon joineth he him, or knitteth he him ſo
faſt unto his goods, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> al his wits mow not
diſcever him, ne depart him fro his goods,
and knoweth well, or ought to know, that
when he is dead, he ſhall nothing bear with
him out of this world.</p>
                  <p>And therefore ſaith ſaint Auguſtine. * That
the avaricious manne is likened unto hell,
that the more it ſwalloweth, the more deſire
it hath to ſwallow and devour. And as well
as yee would eſchew to be called an avarici<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
man or chinche, as well ſhould yee keepe
and governe you in ſuch a wiſe, that menne
call you not foole large. Therefore ſaith Tul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lius:
* The goods of thine houſe ne ſhould not
be hid ne kept ſo cloſe, but that they might be
opened by pity and debonairte, that is to ſay,
to yeue hem part that have great need. Ne
thy goods ſhould not be ſo open, to be every
mannes goods. Afterward, in getting of
your richeſſes, and in uſing hem, ye ſhall al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
have three things in your heart, that is
to ſay, * Our Lord God, conſcience, &amp; good
name. Firſt, ye ſhall have God in your heart,
and for no richeſſe yee ſhould doe any thing,
which may in any manner diſpleaſe GOD
your creatour and maker. For after y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> word
of Salomon, * It is better to have a little good
with the love of GOD, than to have much
good and treaſure, and leſe the love of his
Lord GOD. And the Prophet ſaith, * That
better it is to be a good manne, and have lit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tle
good and treaſure, than to be holden a
ſhrewe, and have great richeſſe. And yet I
ſay furthermore, that yee ſhould alway doe
your buſineſſe to get you richeſſe, ſo that yee
get hem with good conſcience. And y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Apoſtle
ſayeth, * That there nis thing in this world,
of which wee ſhould have ſo great joy, as
when our conſcience beareth us good wit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.
And the Wiſe man ſaith: * That the
ſubſtaunce of a man is full good, when ſinne
is not in mannes conſcience. Afterward, in
getting of your richeſſes, and in uſing hem,
yee muſt have great bnſineſſe and great dilli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gence,
that your good name bee alway kept
and conſerved. For Salomon ſaith, * That
better it is, and more it availeth a man to
have a good name, than for to have many ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheſſes:
And therefore he ſayeth in another
place: * Do great diligence ſaith Salomon,
in keeping of thy friends, &amp; of thy good name,
for it ſhall lenger abide with thee, than any
treaſure, be it never ſo precious. And certes,
he ſhould not be called a great Gentleman,
that after God &amp; good conſcience all things
left, ne dooth his dilligence and buſineſſe, to
keepe his good name. And Caſſiodor ſayth,
* That it is a ſigne of a gentle heart, when a
manne loveth and deſireth to have a good
name. And therefore ſayeth ſaint Auguſtine
<pb n="138" facs="tcp:51487:87"/>
* That there ben two things that been right
neceſſarie and alſo needfull: and that is good
conſcience, and good loſe, that is to ſay: good
conſcience to thine owne perſon inward, and
good loſe for thy neighbour outward. And
hee that truſteth him ſo much in his good
conſcience, that hee deſpiſeth and ſetteth at
nought his good name or loſe, &amp; recketh not
though he keepe not his good name, nis but a
cruell churle.</p>
                  <p>Sir, now haue I ſhewed you how ye ſhuld
doe in getting richeſſes, and how yee ſhould
vſe hem: and I ſee well that for the truſt that
ye haue in your richeſſes, ye woll moue warre
and battaile. I counſaile you that ye begin
no warre, in truſt of your richeſſes, for they ne
ſuffice not warres to maintaine. And there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſayeth a Philoſopher: * That a man y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
deſireth and would algates haue warre, ſhall
neuer haue ſuffiſaunce: for the richer y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he
is, the greater diſpences muſt he make, if he
woll haue worſhip and victorie. And Salo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon
ſaith, * That the greater riches y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> a man
hath, the more diſpendours he hath. And ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſir, albeit ſo, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> for your richeſſes ye may
haue much folke, yet behooueth it not, ne it is
not good to begin warre, whereas ye may in
other manner haue peace, vnto your worſhip
and profit: * For the victorie of battailes y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
been in this world, lieth not in great num<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ber
or multitude of people, ne in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> vertue of
man, but it lieth in the will and in the hond
of our Lord God almightie. And therfore Iu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>das
Machabeus, which was Gods knight,
when hee ſhould fight againſt his aduerſarie,
that had a greater number &amp; a greater mul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>titude
of folk, and ſtronget than was his peo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple
of Machabe, yet he recomforted his little
companie, and ſaied right in this wiſe: Alſo
lightly (ſaied he) may our Lord God Almigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
yeue victorie to a fewe folke, as to many
folke. For the victorie of a battaile commeth
not by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> great number of people, but it com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
from our Lorde GOD of heeuen. And
deare ſir, for as much as there is no manne
certaine, if it be worthie that God yeue him
victorie or not, after that Salomon ſayeth,
* Therefore euery man ſhould greatly dreade
warres to begin: and becauſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in battels
fall many perils, and happeth other while,
that as ſoone is the great man ſlaine, as the
little man. And as it is written in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſecond
booke of Kings: The deeds of battailes ben
adventurous, and nothing certaine, for as
lightly is one hurt with a ſpeare, as another:
and for there is great perill in warre, there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſhould a man flie and eſchew warre in as
much as a man may goodly. For Salomon
ſayeth, * Hee that loueth perill, ſhall fall in
perill.</p>
                  <p>After that dame Prudence had ſpoken in
this manner, Melibe anſwerd and ſaid: I ſee
well dame Prudence, that by your fair words
and your reaſons that ye haue ſhewed mee,
that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> warre liketh you nothing: but I haue
not yet heard your counſaile, how I ſhall doe
in this need.</p>
                  <p>Certes (ſaid ſhee) I counſaile you that ye
accorde with your aduerſaries, and that yee
haue peace with hem. For ſaint Iames ſayth
in his Epiſtle: * That by concorde &amp; peace,
ſmall riches wexe great: and by debate and
diſcorde, riches decay. And yee know well,
that one of the greateſt &amp; moſte ſoueraigne
thing that is in this world, is vnity &amp; peace:
And therefore ſayeth our Lord Ieſu Chriſt to
his Apoſtles, in this wiſe: * Well happy beene
they that loue &amp; purchaſe peace, for they be
called the children of God. Ah, ſaied Melibe,
now ſee I well, that ye loue not mine honour,
ne my worſhip, ye know well that mine ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerſaries
haue begun this debate and brige
by their outrage. And yee ſee well, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ne
require ne pray me of peace, ne they aſke not
to be reconciled. Woll ye then y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I goe meeke
me, &amp; obey me to hem, and crie hem mercie?
Forſoth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> were not my worſhip. * For right
as men ſay, ouer great humblenes engen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dreth
diſpraiſing, ſo fareth it by too great hu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>militie
or meekeneſſe.</p>
                  <p>Then began dame Prudence to make ſem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>blaunt
of wrathe, and ſayed: Certes ſir, ſaue
your grace, I loue your honour and profite,
as I doe mine owne, and euer haue doe, ye, ne
none other neuer ſee y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> contrary: And yet, if
I had ſaied, that yee ſhould haue purchaſed
peace and reconciliation, I ne had much miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>take
mee, ne ſaied amiſſe. For y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Wiſe man
ſayeth: * The diſcention beginneth by another
man, and the reconciling beginneth by thy
ſelfe, And y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Prophet ſaith: * Flie ſhreudneſſe
and doe goodneſſe, ſeeke peace and follow it,
in as much as in thee is. Yet ſay I not, that
yee ſhould rather purſue to your aduerſaries
for peace, than they ſhould to you: for I know
well that ye ben ſo hard hearted, that ye woll
doe nothing for me. And Salomon ſayth: He
that hath ouer hard an heart, he at laſt ſhall
miſhap or misbetide.</p>
                  <p>When Melibe had heard dame Prudence
make ſemblaunt of wrath, hee ſaied in this
wiſe. Dame, I pray you that yee be not diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pleaſed
of thing that I ſay, for yee know well
that I am angry and wroth, and that is no
wonder: and they that been wroth, wote not
well what they doe, ne what they ſay. There<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Prophet ſayth: * That troubled eyen
haue no cleare ſight. But ſay and counſaile
me as you liketh, for I am ready to doe right
as ye woll deſire: And if ye repreue me of my
folly, I am the more holden to loue and praiſe
you. For Salomon ſaith, * That he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> repre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueth
him y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> doth follie, he ſhall find greater
grace, than he that deceiueth him by ſweete
words.</p>
                  <p>Then ſaied Dame Prudence, I make no
ſemblaunt of wrath ne of anger, but for your
great profit. For Salomon ſaith: * He is more
wroth, that repreueth or chideth a foole for
his follie, ſhewing him ſemblaunt of wrath,
than hee that ſupporteth him and praiſeth
him in his misdoing, &amp; laugheth at his fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly.
And this ſame Salomon ſaith afterward:
<pb n="139" facs="tcp:51487:87"/>
That by the ſorrowfull viſage of a man, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
is to ſay, * By the ſorie &amp; heauie countenance
of a man, the foole correcteth and amendeth
himſelfe.</p>
                  <p>Then ſaid Melibe, I ſhall not conne aun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſwere
vnto ſo many faire reaſons as ye put to
me and ſhew: ſay ſhortly your will and your
counſaile, and I am all ready to performe &amp;
fulfill it.</p>
                  <p>Then Dame Prudence diſcouered all her
will vnto him &amp; ſaid: I counſaile you (ſaid
ſhee) aboue all things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye make peace be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tweene
God and you, &amp; bee reconciled vnto
him and to his grace, for as I haue ſaied you
here before, God hath ſuffred you to haue this
tribulation and diſeaſe for your ſinnes: and
if yee do as I ſay you, God woll ſend your
aduerſaries vnto you, and make hem fall at
your feet, ready to doe your will &amp; your com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>maundement.
For Salomon ſayeth, * When
the condition of man is pleaſaunt &amp; liking
to God, he chaungeth the hearts of the mans
aduerſaries, and conſtraineth hem to beſeech
him of peace and of grace. And I pray you let
me ſpeake with your aduerſaries priuely, for
they ſhall not know that it be of your will<g ref="char:punc">▪</g> or
your aſſent: * And then when I know their will
and their entent, I may counſaile you the
more ſurely.</p>
                  <p>Dame, ſaid Melibeus, doth your will and
your liking, for I put me wholly in your diſpo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſition
and ordinaunce.</p>
                  <p>Then dame Prudence, when ſhe ſaw the
good will of her husbond, delibered &amp; tooke
aduiſe in her ſelfe thinking how ſhee might
bring this need vnto a good concluſion and
to a good end: And when ſhee ſaw her time,
ſhee ſent for theſe aduerſaries to come vnto
her in a priuie place. And ſhewed wiſely vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
hem the great goods that come of peace,
and the great harmes and perils that been in
warre, and ſaid to hem in a goodly manner:
how that hem ought haue great repentaunce
of the iniurie and wrong that they had done
to Melibeus her lord, and vnto her &amp; to her
doughter.</p>
                  <p>And when they heard the goodly words of
Dame Prudence, they were ſo ſurpriſed and
rauiſhed, and had ſo great joy of hir, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> won<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
was to tell.</p>
                  <p>Ah lady (ſaid they) yee haue ſhewed vnto
vs the bleſſing of ſweetneſſe, after y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſaying
of Dauid the Prophet. For the reconſiling
which we be not worthy to haue in no man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nere.
But we ought require it with great con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trition
&amp; humility, that ye of your goodneſſe
haue preſented vnto vs. Now ſee we wel, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
the ſcience and cunning of Salomon is full
true, for he ſaith: * That ſweet words multi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ply
&amp; encreaſe friends, &amp; maketh ſhrewes to
be debonaire and meeke.</p>
                  <p>Certes (ſaid they) wee put our deed &amp; all
our matter &amp; cauſe, all wholly in your good
will, and been ready to obey at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> commaun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dement
of our lord Melibeus. And therefore
deere and benigne lady: wee pray &amp; beſeech
you as meekely as we can and may, that it
like vnto your great goodneſſe to fulfill in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deed
your goodly wordes. For wee conſider
and know, that wee haue offended and gree<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued
our lord Melibeus out of meaſure, ſo fer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forth,
that wee be not of power to make him
amends. And therefore wee oblige &amp; bind
vs and our friends, for to do all at his will
and commaundement: but peraduenture he
hath ſuch heauineſſe and ſuch wrath to vs
ward, becauſe of our offence, that he woll
enjoyne vs ſuch a paine, as wee mowe not
beare ne ſuſtaine. And therefore noble ladie,
wee beſeech your womanly pitty to take ſuch
aduiſement in this neede, that wee ne our
friends be not diſherited ne deſtroied, through
our folly.</p>
                  <p>Certes (ſaid Prudence) it is an hard thing
and right perilious, that a man put him all
vtterly in arbitration and iudgement, &amp; in
the might and power of his enemie: For Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lomon
ſayth: Leueth me, and yeueth credence
to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ſhal ſay: * Ne yeueth neuer y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> power
ne gouernaunce of thy goods, to thy ſonne, to
thy wife, to thy friend, ne to thy brother: ne
yeue thou neuer might ne maſtry ouer thy bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy
while thou liueſt. Now ſith he defendeth
that a man ſhould not yeue to his brother ne
to his friend, the might of his body: By a
ſtronger reaſon he defendeth &amp; forbiddeth a
man to yeue himſelf to his enemy. And nathe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe,
I counſaile you that yee miſtruſt not my
lord: for I wot well &amp; know verely, that he
is debonaire and meeke, large, courteous, &amp;
nothing deſirous ne couetous of goods ne ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ches.
For there is nothing in this world that
he deſireth, ſaue onely worſhip and honour.
Furthermore I know, and am right ſure, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
he ſhall nothing doe in this need, without my
counſaile: and I ſhall ſo werke in this caſe,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> by the grace of our Lord God, ye ſhall be
reconciled vnto vs.</p>
                  <p>Then ſaid they with one voice, worſhipfull
lady, we put vs &amp; our goods al fully in your
will &amp; diſpoſition, and been ready to come,
what day that it liketh vnto your nobleſſe to
limit vs or aſſigne vs for to make our obliga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
&amp; bond, as ſtrong as it liketh vnto your
goodneſſe, that we mow fulfill y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> will of you
and of my lord Melibe.</p>
                  <p>When dame Prudence had herd y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> anſwer
of theſe men, ſhe bad hem goe ayen priuely,
and ſhe returned to her lord Melibe, &amp; told
him how ſhe found his aduerſaries full repen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taunt,
knowledging full lowly her ſinnes &amp;
treſpas, and how they were ready to ſuffer all
paine, requiring and praying him of mercy
and pitie.</p>
                  <p>Then ſaid Melibe, * He is well worthy to
haue pardon and foryeueneſſe of his ſinne,
that excuſeth not his ſinne, but knowledgeth
and repenteth him asking indulgence. For
Seneke ſaith, * There is the remiſſion &amp; for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yeueneſſe,
where as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> confeſſion is: for con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feſſionis
neighbour to innocence. And therfore
I aſſent &amp; confirme me to haue peace, but it
<pb n="140" facs="tcp:51487:88"/>
is good that we do nought without y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> aſſent
and will of our friends.</p>
                  <p>Then was Prudence right glad and ioy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
and ſaid: Certes ſir, ye haue well &amp; good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
anſwerd: for right as by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> counſell, aſſent,
and help of your friends, yee haue bee ſteered
to venge you and make war: Right ſo with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
her counſaile ſhall ye not accord you, ne
haue peace with your aduerſaries. For the
law ſaith: * There is nothing ſo good by way
of kind, as a thing to be vnbound by him y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
it was ibound.</p>
                  <p>Then dame Prudence, without delay or
tarying, ſent anone her meſſenger for her kinſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>folke
and her olde friendes, which that were
true and wiſe: and told hem by order, in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
preſence of Melibe, all the matter, as it is
aboue expreſſed &amp; declared. And praiſed hem
that they would ſay their aduiſe and coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile,
what beſt were to doe in this need. And
when Melibeus friends had taken her aduiſe
and deliberation of the foreſaid matter, and
had examined it by great buſineſſe and dilli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gence.
They yaue full counſaile for to haue
peace and reſt, &amp; that Melibe ſhould receiue
with good hert his aduerſaries to foryeuenes
and mercy.</p>
                  <p>And when dame Prudence had herd y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent
of her lord Melibe, and the counſaile of
his friends accord with her will and her en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tention,
ſhe was wondrouſly glad in her hart,
and ſaied: There is an old Prouerbe (ſaied
ſhe) * That the goodneſſe that thou maiſt do
this day, doe it, and abide it not, ne delay it
not till the next day. And therefore I coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſayle,
that yee ſend your meſſengers, ſuch
as be diſcreet and wiſe vnto your aduerſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ries:
telling hem on your behalfe, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> if they
woll treate of peace and accord, that they
ſhape hem without delay or tarrying, to come
vnto vs: which thing perfourmed was in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deed.
And when theſe treſpaſſours and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>penting
folke of her follies, that is to ſay, the
aduerſaries of Melibeus, had heard what
theſe meſſengers ſaied vnto hem, they were
right gladde and joyfull, and anſwered full
meekely and benignely, yeelding grace and
thankes to her lord Melibeus, and to all his
companie: and ſhope hem without delay to
goe with the meſſengers, and obeyed y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>maundement
of her lord Melibeus. And
right anone they tooke her way to the court
of Melibe, and tooke with hem ſome of their
true friendes, to make faith for hem, &amp; for
to be her borowes: And when they were co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
to the preſence of Melibe, he ſaid to hem
theſe words: It ſtondeth thus, ſaid Melibe,
and ſooth it is, that cauſeleſſe and without
skill and reaſon, ye haue done great iniuries
and wrong to me and my wife Prudence,
&amp; to my doughter alſo, for ye haue entred in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
my houſe by violence, &amp; haue done ſuch out<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rage,
that all men know well that ye haue de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerued
death. And therefore woll I know &amp;
we<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e of you, whether ye wol put y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> puniſhing
and y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> chaſtiſing and the vengeaunce of this
outrage, in the will of me and of my wife, or
ye woll not.</p>
                  <p>Then the wiſeſt of hem three anſwerd for
hem all, &amp; ſaid. Sir (ſaid he) we know wel
that we been unworthy to come to the court
of ſo great a lorde &amp; ſo worthy as ye be, for
we haue ſo greatly miſtaken vs and haue of<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fended
and agilted in ſuch wiſe againe your
high lordſhip, that truely we haue deſerued
the death, but yet for the great goodneſſe &amp;
debonairte, that all the worlde witneſſeth of
your perſon, wee ſubmit vs to the excellence
and benignite of your gracious lordſhip, and
been ready to obey to all your commande<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments,
beſeeching you, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> of your mercifull
pite ye woll conſider our great repentaunce &amp;
lowe ſubmiſion, &amp; graunt vs forgiueneſſe of
our outragious treſpaſſe &amp; offence: For well
we know, that your liberall grace and mercie
ſtretcheth further into the goodnes, than doen
outragious gilt and treſpaſſes into the wic<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kedneſſe.
All bee it that curſedly and damna<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bly
we haue agilted againſt your hie lordſhip.</p>
                  <p>THan Melibe tooke hem vp fro y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ground
full benignly, and receiued her obliga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions
and her bondes, by her others vp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
her pledges and borowes, and aſſigned
hem a certain day to returne vnto his court
for to receiue and accept ſentence &amp; judge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment,
that Melibeus would command to be
done on hem, by the cauſes aforeſayd, which
things ordained, euery man returned to his
houſe.</p>
                  <p>And when dame Prudence ſaw her time,
ſhe fained and asked her lorde Belibe, what
vengeance hee thought good on his aduer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaries.</p>
                  <p>To which Melibe anſwerd, and ſaid: Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
(ſaid hee) I think and purpoſe mee fully
to diſherite hem of all that euer they haue,
and for to put them in exile for euer.</p>
                  <p>Certes ſaid Dame Prudence, this were a
cruell ſentence, and much ayenſt reaſon. For
ye be rich inough, and haue no neede of other
mens riches. And ye might lightly in this
wiſe get you a couetous name, which is a vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious
thing, &amp; ought to be eſchewed of euery
good man. For after the ſaying of the Apo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtle,
* Couetiſe is root of all harmes. And ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
it were better to you to leſe ſo much good
of your owne, than for to take of their good
in this maner. * For better it is to leſe good
with worſhip, than to winne good with vil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lanie
and ſhame. And euery man ought to do
his diligence and his buſineſſe, to get him a
good name. And yet ſhall hee not onely buſie
him in keeping his good name, but he ſhall al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſo
enforce him alway to doe ſome thing, by
which he may renew his good name. For it
is written, * That y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> olde good loſe of a man
or good name, is ſoone gone and paſt when it
is not renued. And as touching y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> yee ſay,
that yee woll exile your aduerſaries: that
thinketh me much ayenſt reaſon, and out of
meaſure, conſidering the power that they
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haue yaue you vpon them ſelfe. And it is writ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten:
* That he is worthy to loſe his priuiledge,
that miſuſeth the might and power that is
giuen him. And ſet caſe, ye might enjoyne hem
that paine by right and law, which I trowe
ye may not do: I ſay yee might not put it to
execution, for peraduenture then it were like
to turne to the warre, as it was before. And
therefore if yee woll that men doe your obei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce,
ye muſt demeane you more cuteouſly,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay: Ye muſt yeue moſt eaſie ſenten<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces
and iudgement. For it is written: * He y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
moſt courteouſly commandeth, to him men
muſt obey. And therefore I pray you, that in
this neceſſitie and in this need ye caſt ye to o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uercome
your heart. For as Senek ſaith,
* Hee y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ouercommeth his heart, ouercom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
twiſe. And Tullie ſaith: * There is no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
ſo commendable in a great lord, as when
he is debonaire and meek, &amp; appeaſeth him
lightly. And I pray you that ye woll now for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>beare
to do vengeaunce in ſuch a manner, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
your good name may be kept and conſerued,
and that men may haue cauſe and matter to
praiſe you of pite and mercy: and y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye haue
no cauſe to repent you of thing that is done.
For Seneke ſaieth: * He ouercommeth in an
euill maner, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> repenteth him of his victory.
Wherefore I pray let mercy be in your hert,
to the effect, &amp; entent, that God almightie
haue mercy vpon you in his laſt iudgment.
For ſaint Iames ſaith in his Epiſtle: * Iudge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
without mercy ſhall be doe to him, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
hath no mercy of another wight.</p>
                  <p>When Melibe had heard the great skilles
and reaſons of dame Prudence, and her wiſe
informations and teachings, his heart gan
encline to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> will of his wife: conſidering her
true entent, confirmed him anon &amp; aſſented
fully to worke after her counſaile: and than<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked
God, of whom proceedeth all goodneſſe
and vertue, that him had ſent a wife of ſo
great diſcretion. And when the day came
that his aduerſaries ſhould appeare in his
preſence, hee ſpake to hem goodly, and ſaid in
this wiſe,</p>
                  <p>All be it ſo that of your pride and high pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſumption
and follie, and of your negligence
and vnconning, yee haue misborne you, and
treſpaſſed vnto mee, yet for as mikell as I ſee
and behold your great humilitie and that ye
be ſory and repentant of your giltes, it con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
mee to doe you grace and mercy:
Wherefore I receiue you to my grace, and
foryeue you holy all the offences, iniuries, &amp;
wronges, that yee haue doen ayenſt mee and
mine, to theffect and ende, that God of his
endles mercie woll at the time of our dying
foryeue vs our giltes, that we haue treſpaſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
to him in this wretched world. For doubt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe
if we be ſory and repentant for the ſinnes
and giltes, which we haue treſpaſſed in the
ſight of our Lorde God: hee is ſo free and ſo
merciable, that he woll foryeue vs our giltes,
and bring vs to the bliſſe that neuer ſhall
haue end. Amen.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Monkes Prologue.</head>
                     <l>WHen ended was the tale of Melibee</l>
                     <l>And of Prudence, and her benignite,</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt ſaide, as I am faithfull man,</l>
                     <l>And by the precious corps Madrian,</l>
                     <l>I had leuer then a barell of ale,</l>
                     <l>That Goodlefe my wife had heard this tale:</l>
                     <l>For ſhe nothing is of ſuch patience,</l>
                     <l>As was this Melibeus wife Prudence.</l>
                     <l>By Gods bones, when I bete my knaues,</l>
                     <l>She bringeth me the great clubbed ſtaues,</l>
                     <l>And cryeth, ſlee the dogs euerichone,</l>
                     <l>And break of them both backe and bone.</l>
                     <l>And if that any neighbour of mine</l>
                     <l>Woll not in Church to my wife incline,</l>
                     <l>Or bee ſo hardie, to her to treſpace,</l>
                     <l>When ſhe cometh home ſhe rampeth in my face,</l>
                     <l>And cryeth, falſe coward, wreke thy wife:</l>
                     <l>By corpus domini, I woll haue thy knife,</l>
                     <l>And thou ſhalt haue my diſtaffe, and go ſpin:</l>
                     <l>Fro day till night, ſhe woll thus begin.</l>
                     <l>Alas, ſhe ſaith, that euer ſhe was ſhape</l>
                     <l>To wed a milkeſop, or a coward ape,</l>
                     <l>That woll be ouerleide with euery wight,</l>
                     <l>Thou dareſt not ſtond by thy wiues right.</l>
                     <l>This is my life, but if that I woll fight,</l>
                     <l>And out at doore anone I mote me dight,</l>
                     <l>And els I am loſt, but if that I</l>
                     <l>Be like a wilde lion, foole hardy.</l>
                     <l>I wote well ſhe woll doe me ſlee ſome day</l>
                     <l>Some neighbour or other, &amp; then go my way,</l>
                     <l>For I am perillous with knife in honde,</l>
                     <l>All be it that I dare not her withſtonde:</l>
                     <l>For ſhe is bigge in armes by my faith,</l>
                     <l>That ſhall he finde, that her misdoth or ſaith.</l>
                     <l>But let vs paſſe away from this mattere.</l>
                     <l>My lord he ſaid, ſir Monk, be mery of chere,</l>
                     <l>For ye ſhall tell vs a tale truely.</l>
                     <l>Lo, Rocheſter ſtondeth here faſt by,</l>
                     <l>Ride forth mine own lord breke not our game,</l>
                     <l>But by my troth I know not your name,</l>
                     <l>Wheder I ſhall call you my lord Dan Iohn</l>
                     <l>Dan Thomas, Dan Robert, or Dan Albon,</l>
                     <l>Of what houſe be ye, by your father kin?</l>
                     <l>I vow to God, thou haſt a full faire chin,</l>
                     <l>It is a gentle paſture there thou goſt,</l>
                     <l>Thou art not like a pinaunt or a ghoſt.</l>
                     <l>Vpon my faith thou art ſome officere,</l>
                     <l>Some worthy Sexten, or ſome Celerere.</l>
                     <l>For by my fathers ſoule, as to my dome,</l>
                     <l>Thou art a maiſter, when thou art at home,</l>
                     <l>No poore cloiſterer, ne no poore nouice,</l>
                     <l>But a gouernour both ware and wiſe,</l>
                     <l>And therewithall of brawne and bones,</l>
                     <l>A well faring perſon for the nones:</l>
                     <l>I pray to God yeue him confuſion,</l>
                     <l>That firſt thee brought into religion.</l>
                     <l>Thou woldeſt be a trede foule aright,</l>
                     <l>Hadſt thou as great leaue, as thou haſt might</l>
                     <l>To performe all thy luſt in ingendrure,</l>
                     <l>Thou haddeſt begotten many a creature.</l>
                     <l>Alas, why weareſt thou ſo wide a cope?</l>
                     <l>God yeue me ſorow, and I were Pope,</l>
                     <l>Not onely thou but euery mightie man,</l>
                     <l>Though he were ſhore high vpon his pan,</l>
                     <l>
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Should haue a wife, for all this world is lorn,</l>
                     <l>Religion hath take vp all the corn</l>
                     <l>Of treding, and borell men ben ſhrimps:</l>
                     <l>* Of feble trees ther commeth wretched imps.</l>
                     <l>This maketh that our heires be ſo ſlender</l>
                     <l>And feeble, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they may not well engender.</l>
                     <l>This make that our wiues woll aſſay</l>
                     <l>Religious folke, for that they may pay</l>
                     <l>Of Venus payments better than mow we:</l>
                     <l>For God wote no luſſheburghs payen ye.</l>
                     <l>But be not wroth my lord though I play,</l>
                     <l>* Full oft in game a ſooth haue I heard ſay.</l>
                     <l>This worthy Monke took al in patience,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, I woll do my diligence,</l>
                     <l>As ferre as ſouneth into honeſtie.</l>
                     <l>To tell you a tale, ye two or three:</l>
                     <l>And if ye liſt to herken hitherward,</l>
                     <l>I woll you ſaine, the life of ſaint Edward,</l>
                     <l>Or els tragidies firſt I woll tell,</l>
                     <l>Of which I haue an hundred in my cell.</l>
                     <l>Tragedie is to tell a certaine ſtory</l>
                     <l>As old bookes vs maken memorie,</l>
                     <l>Of hem that ſtood in great proſperitie,</l>
                     <l>And be fallen out of hie degree</l>
                     <l>In to miſerie, and ended wretchedly:</l>
                     <l>And they ben verſified commonly</l>
                     <l>Of ſix feet, which men call exemetron:</l>
                     <l>In proſe eke ben endighted many on</l>
                     <l>And in mitre, many a ſundry wiſe.</l>
                     <l>Lo, this ought inough you to ſuffice.</l>
                     <l>Now herkeneth, if you liſt for to here,</l>
                     <l>But firſt I beſeech you in this matere,</l>
                     <l>Though I by order tell not theſe things,</l>
                     <l>Be it of Popes, Emperours, or kings,</l>
                     <l>After her ages, as men written finde,</l>
                     <l>But tell hem ſome before and ſome behinde,</l>
                     <l>As it commeth now to my remembrance,</l>
                     <l>Haue me excuſed of mine ignorance.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Monkes Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>A Tragical Diſcourſe of ſuch as haue fallen from
high eſtate to extream miſery.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <l>
                           <hi>I</hi> Will bewaile in manner of tragedie</l>
                        <l>The harme of hem, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſtode in high degree,</l>
                        <l>And fell ſo, that there nas no remedie</l>
                        <l>To bring hem out of their aduerſitie.</l>
                        <l>* For certaine when that fortune liſt to flie,</l>
                        <l>Ther may no man of her y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> courſe witholde:</l>
                        <l>Let no man truſt on blinde proſperitie,</l>
                        <l>Beth ware by this enſample yong and olde.</l>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Lucifer.</head>
                           <l>AT Lucifer, though he an Angell were</l>
                           <l>And not a man, at him will I begin,</l>
                           <l>For though fortune may nat Angell dere</l>
                           <l>From high degree, yet fell he for his ſinne</l>
                           <l>Down into hell, where he is yet inne.</l>
                           <l>O Lucifer, brighteſt of Angels all,</l>
                           <l>Now art thou Sathanas, thou maiſt not twin</l>
                           <l>Out of miſerie, in which thou art fall.</l>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Adam.</head>
                           <l>LO Adam, in the field of Damaſcene</l>
                           <l>With Gods owne finger iwrought was he,</l>
                           <l>And not begotten of mans ſperm vncleane,</l>
                           <l>And welt all Paradiſe ſauing o tree:</l>
                           <l>Neuer worldly man had ſo high degree</l>
                           <l>As Adam, till he for miſgouernance</l>
                           <l>Was driuen out of his high proſperitie</l>
                           <l>To labour, and to hell, and to miſchance.</l>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Sampſon.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>LO Sampſon, which that was annunciat</l>
                              <l>By the Angell, long or his natiuitie:</l>
                              <l>And was to God Almightie conſecrat,</l>
                              <l>And ſtode in nobles while he might ſee:</l>
                              <l>Was neuer ſuch another as was he,</l>
                              <l>To ſpeake of ſtrength, &amp; thereto hardineſſe.</l>
                              <l>But to his wiues told he his ſecree</l>
                              <l>Through which he ſlough him for wretched<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Sampſon this noble &amp; mighty champion</l>
                              <l>Withouten weapon, ſaue his hands twey,</l>
                              <l>He ſlough and all to rent the Lion</l>
                              <l>Toward his wedding, walking by the wey:</l>
                              <l>His falſe wife coulde him ſo pleaſe, &amp; pray,</l>
                              <l>Till ſhe his counſaile knewe, and ſhe vntrew,</l>
                              <l>Vnto his foes his counſaile gan bewray,</l>
                              <l>And him forſoke, and tooke another new.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>An hundred foxes tooke Sampſon for yre,</l>
                              <l>And all her tailes hee together bond:</l>
                              <l>And ſet the foxes tailes all on fire,</l>
                              <l>For he in euery taile hath put a brond.</l>
                              <l>And they brent all the corne in that lond.</l>
                              <l>And all her oliues, and her vines eke:</l>
                              <l>A thouſand men eke he ſlough with his hond,</l>
                              <l>And had no weapen, but an aſſe cheke.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>When they were ſlaine, ſo thriſted him, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he</l>
                              <l>Was well me lorne, for which he gan to prey,</l>
                              <l>That God wold of his paine haue ſome pite,</l>
                              <l>And ſend him drinke, or els mote he dey:</l>
                              <l>And of this aſſe cheke, that was ſo drey,</l>
                              <l>Out of a wang toth, ſprang anon a well,</l>
                              <l>Of which he drunke inough ſhortly to ſey,</l>
                              <l>Thus halp him God, as Iudicum can tell.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>By very force at Gaſa on a night,</l>
                              <l>Maugre the Philiſtins of that cite,</l>
                              <l>The gates of the town he hath vp plight,</l>
                              <l>And on his backe icaried hem hath he</l>
                              <l>High on an hill, where as men might hem ſe.</l>
                              <l>O noble mightie Sampſon, lefe and dere,</l>
                              <l>Had thou not told to women thy ſecre,</l>
                              <l>In all this world ne had be thy pere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This Sampſon neither ſider drank ne wine,</l>
                              <l>Ne on his head came raſour none ne ſhere,</l>
                              <l>By precept of the meſſenger diuine:</l>
                              <l>For all his ſtrength in his haires were,</l>
                              <l>And fully twenty winter yere by yere</l>
                              <l>Of Iſrael he had the gouernance:</l>
                              <l>But after ſoon ſhall he weep many a tere.</l>
                              <l>For women ſhall bring him to miſchance.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Vnto his lemman Dalida he told,</l>
                              <l>That in his haires all his ſtrength lay,</l>
                              <l>And falſely to his foes ſhe him ſold,</l>
                              <l>And ſleeping in her barme vpon a day</l>
                              <l>She made to clip or ſhere his haires away:</l>
                              <l>And made his fomen all his craft eſpien,</l>
                              <l>
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And when that they him found in ſuch aray,</l>
                              <l>They bound him faſt, and put out his eyen.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But er his haires were clipped or iſhaue,</l>
                              <l>Ther nas no bond with which men might him bind,</l>
                              <l>But now is he in priſon in a caue,</l>
                              <l>Whereas they made him at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> querne grinde.</l>
                              <l>O noble Sampſon, ſtrongeſt of mankind:</l>
                              <l>O whildom iudge in glory and riches,</l>
                              <l>Nowe mayeſt thou weepen with thine eyen blind,</l>
                              <l>Sith thou art from wele fall to wretched<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The end of this caitife was, as I ſhall ſey:</l>
                              <l>His fomen made a feaſt vpon a day,</l>
                              <l>And made him as their foole before hem play:</l>
                              <l>And this was in a temple of great aray.</l>
                              <l>But at the laſt he made a foule afray,</l>
                              <l>For he two pillers ſhoke, and made hem fall,</l>
                              <l>And down fell the temple all, &amp; there it lay,</l>
                              <l>And ſlough himſelfe, and eke his fomen all.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This is to ſay, the princes euerichone,</l>
                              <l>And eke three thouſand bodies were ther ſlain</l>
                              <l>With falling of the great temple of ſtone.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Of Sampſon now woll I no more ſain:</l>
                              <l>Beth ware by this example old and plain,</l>
                              <l>* That no men tell her counſaile to her wiues</l>
                              <l>Of ſuch thing, as they would haue ſecret fain,</l>
                              <l>If that it touch her limmes or her liues.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Of Hercules.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>OF Hercules the ſoueraigne Conquerour,</l>
                              <l>Singen his werkes, laud, and high renown:</l>
                              <l>For in his time, of ſtrength he bare y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> flower,</l>
                              <l>He ſlough and raft the skinne of the lion,</l>
                              <l>And of the Centaurs laid the boſte adowne:</l>
                              <l>He Harpias ſlew, the cruell birds fell,</l>
                              <l>He the golden apples raft fro the dragon:</l>
                              <l>He drew out Cerberus the hound of hell.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He ſlew the cruell tirant Buſirus,</l>
                              <l>He made his horſe to fret him fleſh &amp; bone:</l>
                              <l>He ſlough the very ſerpent venemous:</l>
                              <l>Of Achelous two hornes brake he that one.</l>
                              <l>And he ſlew Cacus in a caue of ſtone,</l>
                              <l>He ſlough the gyant Antacus the ſtrong,</l>
                              <l>He ſlough the griſely Bore, and that anon,</l>
                              <l>And bare his head vpon his ſpeare long.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Was neuet wight ſith the world began,</l>
                              <l>That ſlough ſo many monſters, as did he,</l>
                              <l>Throughout the wide world his name it ran,</l>
                              <l>What for his ſtrength, &amp; w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> for his bounte,</l>
                              <l>And euery realme went he for to ſee,</l>
                              <l>He was ſo ſtrong, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> no man might him let,</l>
                              <l>And at both worlds ends, he for Trophe</l>
                              <l>In ſtede of bounds, of braſſe a pillour ſet.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>A lemman had this noble champion</l>
                              <l>That hight Deianire, as freſh as Maie:</l>
                              <l>And as theſe clerkes maken mention,</l>
                              <l>She hath him ſent a ſhert freſh and gaie:</l>
                              <l>Alas this ſhert, alas and well awaie</l>
                              <l>Envenomed was ſubtilly withall,</l>
                              <l>That er he had weared it halfe a day,</l>
                              <l>It made his fleſh all fro his bones fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But natheleſſe, ſome clerkes her excuſen</l>
                              <l>By one that hight Neſſus, that it maked:</l>
                              <l>Be as may be, I woll her not accuſen,</l>
                              <l>But on his body the ſhert he were al naked,</l>
                              <l>Till the fleſh was with the venim ſlaked:</l>
                              <l>And when he ſaw non other remedie,</l>
                              <l>In hote coles he hath himſelfe iraked,</l>
                              <l>For with no venim dained he to die.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thus ſterfe this worthy mighty Hercules.</l>
                              <l>Lo, who may truſt in fortune any throw,</l>
                              <l>For him that foloweth of the world the pres,</l>
                              <l>Or he beware, is oft laid full lowe:</l>
                              <l>* Full wiſe is he, that himſelfe can know.</l>
                              <l>Beware, for when that fortune liſt to gloſe,</l>
                              <l>Then waiteth ſhe her man downe to throwe</l>
                              <l>By ſuch a way, as he would leaſt ſuppoſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Nabuchodonoſor.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>THe mightie trone, the precious treſore,</l>
                              <l>The glorious ſcepter, &amp; royall maieſtie,</l>
                              <l>That hath the king Nabuchodonoſore.</l>
                              <l>With tonge vnneth may diſcriued be:</l>
                              <l>He twiſe wan Hieruſalem that cite,</l>
                              <l>The veſſell of the temple he with him lad:</l>
                              <l>At Babilon was his ſoueraigne ſee,</l>
                              <l>In which his glorie and his delight he had.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Of Hieruſalem, he did do gelde anon,</l>
                              <l>The fayreſt children of the blood royall,</l>
                              <l>And make each of hem to been his thrall:</l>
                              <l>Among all other Daniel was one,</l>
                              <l>That was the wiſeſt of euerichone,</l>
                              <l>For he the dremes of the king expouned:</l>
                              <l>Whereas in Caldee clerkes were there none</l>
                              <l>That wiſt to what fine his dreme ſounded.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This proude king let make a ſtatu of gold</l>
                              <l>Sixty cubites long, and ſeuen in brede,</l>
                              <l>To the which image, both young and old</l>
                              <l>Commanded he lout, and haue in drede,</l>
                              <l>Or in a forneis, ful of flames rede</l>
                              <l>He ſhould be deed, that would not obey:</l>
                              <l>But neuer would aſſent to that dede</l>
                              <l>Daniel, ne his yong felowes twey.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This king of kings ſo proud and elate</l>
                              <l>Weend God, that ſitteth in maieſtie,</l>
                              <l>Ne might him nat berefe of his eſtate:</l>
                              <l>But ſodainly he loſt his dignitie,</l>
                              <l>And like a beaſt him ſeemed for to be,</l>
                              <l>And ete hey as an oxe, and lay therout</l>
                              <l>In raine, and with wilde beaſts walked he,</l>
                              <l>Till a certaine time was come about.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And like an Egles fethers were his heeres,</l>
                              <l>And his neiles alſo like birds clawes were,</l>
                              <l>God releeued him at certaine yeeres,</l>
                              <l>And yaue him wit, &amp; then with many a tere</l>
                              <l>He thonked God, and all his life in fere</l>
                              <l>Was he to doe amiſſe, or more treſpace:</l>
                              <l>And ere that he layed was on his bere.</l>
                              <l>He knew that God was ful of might &amp; grace.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Balthaſer.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>HIs ſonne, which that high Balthaſare,</l>
                              <l>That held y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> reign after his faders day,</l>
                              <l>
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He by his fader could not beware,</l>
                              <l>For proude he was of heart, and of array:</l>
                              <l>And eke an Ydolaſter was he aie.</l>
                              <l>His high eſtate aſſured him in pride.</l>
                              <l>But fortune caſt him downe, &amp; there he lay,</l>
                              <l>And ſuddainly his reigne gan deuide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>A feaſt he made vnto his lords all</l>
                              <l>Vpon a time, he made hem blith be,</l>
                              <l>And then his officers gan he call</l>
                              <l>Goth bring forth all the veſſels (qd. he)</l>
                              <l>Which that my father in his proſperitie</l>
                              <l>Out of the temple of Hieruſalem beraft,</l>
                              <l>And to our Gods thonkes yelden we,</l>
                              <l>Of honour, that our elders with vs laft.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>His wife, his lords, and his concubines</l>
                              <l>Aie drunken, whiles her appetites laſt,</l>
                              <l>Out of theſe noble veſſels foundrie wines.</l>
                              <l>And on a wall this king his eyen caſt,</l>
                              <l>A<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                    <desc>••</desc>
                                 </gap> ſaw an hond armeleſſe, that wrote faſt,</l>
                              <l>For feare of which he quoke, and ſighed ſore:</l>
                              <l>This hond that Balthaſer made ſore agaſt,</l>
                              <l>Wrote (Mane techel phares) and no more.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In al that londe, Magicien was ther non,</l>
                              <l>That could expoune what this letter ment,</l>
                              <l>But Daniel expouned it anon,</l>
                              <l>And ſaid, O king, God, thy father ſent</l>
                              <l>Glory and honour, reign, treſour, and rent,</l>
                              <l>And he was proud, &amp; nothing God he drad:</l>
                              <l>And therfore great wrath God vpon him ſent,</l>
                              <l>And him beraft the reigne that he had.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He was out caſt of mans company,</l>
                              <l>With Aſſes was his habitation:</l>
                              <l>And eate haie, as a beaſt in wete and drie,</l>
                              <l>Till that he knew by wit and reaſon,</l>
                              <l>That God of heauen hath domination</l>
                              <l>Ouer euery reigne, and euery creature:</l>
                              <l>And then had God of him compaſſion,</l>
                              <l>And him reſtored his reigne and his figure.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Eke thou y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> art his ſonne, art proud alſo,</l>
                              <l>And knoweſt all theſe things priuely:</l>
                              <l>And art rebell to God, and his fo,</l>
                              <l>Thou dranke eke of his veſſels boldly,</l>
                              <l>Thy wife eke, and thy wenches ſinfully</l>
                              <l>Dronke of the ſame veſſels ſundry winis,</l>
                              <l>And heried falſe gods curſedly,</l>
                              <l>Therefore to thee ſhapen great pine is.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This hond was ſent fro God, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> on the wal</l>
                              <l>Wrote (Mane techel phares) truſt me:</l>
                              <l>Thy reigne is doen, thou woteſt not all,</l>
                              <l>Diuided is thy realme, and it ſhall be</l>
                              <l>To Medes and to Perciens giuen (qd. he)</l>
                              <l>And that ſame night, the king was ſlaw:</l>
                              <l>And Darius occupied his dignitie,</l>
                              <l>Though he thereto had neither right ne law.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>* Lordings, here enſample mowe ye take,</l>
                              <l>How that in lordſhip is no ſikerneſſe:</l>
                              <l>For when that fortune woll a man forſake,</l>
                              <l>She beareth away his reigne, &amp; his richeſſe:</l>
                              <l>And his friends, both more and leſſe.</l>
                              <l>And what man hath friends, throgh fortune,</l>
                              <l>Miſhap woll make hem enemies as I geſſe.</l>
                              <l>This prouerbe is full ſoth, &amp; full commune.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Zenobia.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>ZEnobia of Palmerie Queene</l>
                              <l>(As writeth Perciens of her nobleſſe)</l>
                              <l>So worthy was in armes, and ſo kene,</l>
                              <l>That no wight paſſed her in hardineſſe,</l>
                              <l>Ne in linage, ne in other gentilneſſe:</l>
                              <l>Of kings blood of Perce ſhe is diſcended,</l>
                              <l>I ſay that ſhe had not moſt of faireneſſe,</l>
                              <l>But of her ſhape ſhee might not be amended.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>From her childhood I find that ſhe fled</l>
                              <l>Office of a woman, and to wood ſhe went:</l>
                              <l>And many a wilde Hartes blood ſhe ſhed</l>
                              <l>With arrowes broad that ſhe to hem ſent.</l>
                              <l>She was ſo ſwift, that ſhe hem hent,</l>
                              <l>And when that ſhe was elder, ſhe would kill</l>
                              <l>Lions, Libards, and Beeres all to rent,</l>
                              <l>And in her armes weld hem at her will.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>She durſt the wild beaſts dennes to ſeeke,</l>
                              <l>And renne in the mountaines all the night,</l>
                              <l>And ſleepe vnder a buſh, and ſhe could eke</l>
                              <l>Wraſtell by very force and by very might</l>
                              <l>With any yong man, were he neuer ſo wight:</l>
                              <l>There might nothing in her armes ſtond:</l>
                              <l>She kept her maidenhead from euery wight,</l>
                              <l>To no man dained ſhe to be bound.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But at laſt her friendes hath her maried</l>
                              <l>To Odenat, a prince of that countrie:</l>
                              <l>All were it ſo, that ſhe hem long taried.</l>
                              <l>And ye ſhall vnderſtond, how that he</l>
                              <l>Had ſuch fantaſies like as had ſhe:</l>
                              <l>But natheles, when they were knit in fere,</l>
                              <l>They liued in joy and in felicite,</l>
                              <l>For ech of hem had other lefe and dere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Saue one thing, ſhee nolde neuer aſſent</l>
                              <l>By no way, that he ſhould by her lie</l>
                              <l>But ones, for it was her plaine entent</l>
                              <l>To haue a childe, the world to multiply:</l>
                              <l>And alſo ſo ſone as ſhe might eſpie,</l>
                              <l>That ſhe was not with child with that deed,</l>
                              <l>Then would ſhe ſuffer him to do his fantaſie</l>
                              <l>Eftſones, and not but ones out of dreed.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And if ſhe were with child at that caſt,</l>
                              <l>No more ſhould he with her play that game</l>
                              <l>Till fully fourtie dayes were paſt:</l>
                              <l>Then would ſhe ones ſuffer him the ſame.</l>
                              <l>All were this Odenat wild or tame,</l>
                              <l>He gate no more of her, for thus ſhe ſaied,</l>
                              <l>* It was to wiues letcherie and ſhame,</l>
                              <l>In other caſe if men with hem plaied.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Two ſonnes by this Odenat had ſhe,</l>
                              <l>The which ſhe kept in vertue and lettrure,</l>
                              <l>But now vnto our tale againe turne we:</l>
                              <l>I ſay that ſo worſhipfull a creature</l>
                              <l>And wiſe therewith, and large with meaſure,</l>
                              <l>So penible in warre, and curteis eke,</l>
                              <l>Ne more labour might in war endure</l>
                              <l>Was non, though all this world men wold ſeek.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
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                              <l>Her rich aray ne might not be told,</l>
                              <l>As well in veſſell as in her clothing:</l>
                              <l>She was all clad in pierrie and in gold,</l>
                              <l>And eke ſhe left not for none hunting</l>
                              <l>To haue of ſundry tongues full knowing,</l>
                              <l>When that ſhe leiſure had for to entend</l>
                              <l>To learne in bookes was all her liking</l>
                              <l>How ſhe in vertue her life might diſpend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And ſhortly of this ſtorie for to treat:</l>
                              <l>As doughtie was her husbond as ſhe.</l>
                              <l>So that they conquered many reignes great</l>
                              <l>In the Orient, with many a faire cite</l>
                              <l>Appertainaunt vnto the maieſtie</l>
                              <l>O Rome, &amp; with ſtrength held the mfull faſt</l>
                              <l>Ne neuer might her foemen doe her fle,</l>
                              <l>All the while that Odinates dayes laſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Her battailes, who ſo liſt hem for to rede</l>
                              <l>Againe Sapor the king, and other mo,</l>
                              <l>And how all this proces fill in dede,</l>
                              <l>Why ſhe conquered, and her title therto,</l>
                              <l>And after of her miſchiefe and her wo,</l>
                              <l>How that ſhe was beſieged, and itake,</l>
                              <l>Let him to my maiſter Petrarke go,</l>
                              <l>That writeth ynough of this, I vndertake.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>When Odenat was dead, ſhe mightily</l>
                              <l>The realmes held, and with her owne honde</l>
                              <l>Ayenſt her foes ſhe fought ſo truely</l>
                              <l>That ther nas no prince ne king in all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lond</l>
                              <l>But were full glad, if they that grace fond</l>
                              <l>That ſhe ne ſhould vpon his londe warrey:</l>
                              <l>With her they made aliaunce by bond</l>
                              <l>To be in peace, and let hem ride and pley.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The Emperour of Rome Claudius,</l>
                              <l>Ne him beforne, the Romain Galien</l>
                              <l>Ne durſt neuer be ſo coragious,</l>
                              <l>Ne non Armen, ne non Egipcien</l>
                              <l>Ne Surrien, ne none Arabien</l>
                              <l>Within the field, that durſt with her fight,</l>
                              <l>Leſt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe would hem with her hondes ſleen,</l>
                              <l>Or with her maine put hem to flight.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In kings habite wenten her ſonnes two</l>
                              <l>As the lawfull heires of her realmes all,</l>
                              <l>And Hermanno and Titamallo</l>
                              <l>Her names were, as Perciens hem call.</l>
                              <l>* But aie fortune hath in her honie gall:</l>
                              <l>This mightie Queene, may no while endure,</l>
                              <l>Fortune out of her reigne made her to fall</l>
                              <l>To wretchedneſſe, and to miſauenture.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Aurelian, when that the gouernance</l>
                              <l>Of Rome came into his honds twey,</l>
                              <l>He ſhope vpon this Queene to do vengeance,</l>
                              <l>And with his legions he tooke his way</l>
                              <l>Toward Zenobia, and ſhortly for to ſay.</l>
                              <l>He made her flie, and at laſt her hent,</l>
                              <l>And fettered her, and eke her children tway,</l>
                              <l>And wan the land, &amp; home to Rome he went.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Emongeſt other things that he wan,</l>
                              <l>Her chair, that of gold was wrought &amp; pierre,</l>
                              <l>This great Romaine, this Aurelian</l>
                              <l>Hath with him lad, that for men ſhould it ſee:</l>
                              <l>All beforne his triumph walked ſhe</l>
                              <l>With golden chaines on her necke honging,</l>
                              <l>Crowned ſhe was, as after he degre,</l>
                              <l>And full of pierre charged her clothing.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Alas fortune, ſhe that whilom was</l>
                              <l>Dredefull to kings and to Emperours,</l>
                              <l>Now gaureth all the people on her alas:</l>
                              <l>And ſhe that helmed was in ſtark ſtoures,</l>
                              <l>And wan by force townes ſtrong, and toures,</l>
                              <l>Shall on her head now weare autremite:</l>
                              <l>And ſhe that bare the ſepter full of floures,</l>
                              <l>Shall beare a diſtafe her coſt for to quite.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Nero.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>ALthough that Nero were as vicious,</l>
                              <l>As any fende, that lieth full low adown:</l>
                              <l>Yet he, as telleth vs Suetonius</l>
                              <l>All this world had in ſubiectioun,</l>
                              <l>Both Eaſt and Weſt, and Septentrioun.</l>
                              <l>Of Rubies, Saphires, and of Perles white</l>
                              <l>Were all his clothes broudred vp and down,</l>
                              <l>For he in gemmes greatly gan delite.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>More delicate, more pompous of aray,</l>
                              <l>More proude, was neuer Emperour than he:</l>
                              <l>That like cloth that he had weared o day,</l>
                              <l>After that time, he nold it neuer ſee:</l>
                              <l>Nettes of golde threde had he great plente,</l>
                              <l>To fiſh in Tiber, when him liſt to play,</l>
                              <l>His luſts were as law, in his degre,</l>
                              <l>For fortune as his friend would him obay.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He Rome brent for his dilicacie,</l>
                              <l>The Senatours he ſlue vpon a day,</l>
                              <l>To heare how her wiues would weepe &amp; crie:</l>
                              <l>And ſlow his brother, and by his ſiſter lay.</l>
                              <l>His mother made he in a pitous aray,</l>
                              <l>For he her wombe let ſlit, to behold</l>
                              <l>Where he conceiued was, ſo welaway,</l>
                              <l>That he ſo little of his mother told.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>No teares out of his eyen, for that ſight</l>
                              <l>He came, but ſaied, a faire woman was ſhe:</l>
                              <l>Great wonder is, that he coud or might</l>
                              <l>Be Domiſman of her dead beaute:</l>
                              <l>The wine to bring him commaunded he,</l>
                              <l>And dranke anon, none other wo he made.</l>
                              <l>* When might is joined vnto cruelte,</l>
                              <l>Alas, too deepe will the venume wade.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>In youth a maiſter had this Emperour</l>
                              <l>To teach him lettrure, and courteſie,</l>
                              <l>For of moralite he was the flour.</l>
                              <l>And in his time, but if his bookes lie,</l>
                              <l>And whiles his maiſter had of him maiſtrie,</l>
                              <l>He made him ſo cunning and ſo ſouple,</l>
                              <l>That long time it was or tyrannie,</l>
                              <l>Or any vice durſt in him encouple.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Senek his maiſter was, of which I deuiſe,</l>
                              <l>Becauſe Nero had of him ſuch drede,</l>
                              <l>For he for his vices would him chaſtiſe</l>
                              <l>Diſcreetly as by word, and not by dede,</l>
                              <l>Sir he would ſay, an Emperour mote nede</l>
                              <l>Be vertuous, and hate tyrannie.</l>
                              <l>
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For which he made him in a bathe to blede</l>
                              <l>On both his armes, till he muſt die.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This Nero had eke a cuſtomaunce</l>
                              <l>In youth ayenſt his maiſter to riſe:</l>
                              <l>And afterward, him thought great grevaunce</l>
                              <l>Becauſe he often would him chaſtiſe.</l>
                              <l>Therefore he made him to die in this wiſe.</l>
                              <l>He choſe in a bathe to die in this manere,</l>
                              <l>Rather than to have another turmentiſe:</l>
                              <l>And thus hath Nero ſlaine his maiſter dere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Now fell it ſo, that fortune liſt no longer</l>
                              <l>The high pride of Nero to cheriſhe:</l>
                              <l>For tho he were ſtrong, yet was ſhe ſtronger,</l>
                              <l>She thought thus, by God I am too nice</l>
                              <l>To ſet a man, that is fulfilled of vice,</l>
                              <l>In high degree, and an Emperour him call:</l>
                              <l>By God out of his ſeat I woll him trice,</l>
                              <l>When he leaſt weneth, ſooneſt ſhall he fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The people roſe upon him on a night</l>
                              <l>For his defaut, and when he it aſpied,</l>
                              <l>Out of his dores anon he hath him dight</l>
                              <l>Alone, and there he wend have been allied,</l>
                              <l>He knocked faſt, and aye the more he cried,</l>
                              <l>The faſter ſhet they the dores all:</l>
                              <l>Tho wiſt he well he had himſelfe beguiled,</l>
                              <l>And went his way, no lenger durſt he call.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The people cried &amp; rombled up and down,</l>
                              <l>That with his ears he heard how they ſaied</l>
                              <l>Where is this falſe tyrant? this Neroun,</l>
                              <l>For feare full neere out of his wit he braied,</l>
                              <l>And to his gods right pitouſly he praied</l>
                              <l>For ſuccour, but it might not betide:</l>
                              <l>For drede of this him thought that he deid,</l>
                              <l>And ran into a garden him to hide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And in this garden found he chorles twey</l>
                              <l>Sitting by a fire great and red,</l>
                              <l>And to the chorles two he gan to prey</l>
                              <l>To ſlea him, and to gird off his hed,</l>
                              <l>That to his body, when he were ded,</l>
                              <l>Were no deſpite done for his defame.</l>
                              <l>Himſelfe he ſlough, he could no better red,</l>
                              <l>Of which fortune lough &amp; had then game.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Holofernes.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>WAs neuer capitaine vnder a king</l>
                              <l>That reignes mo put in ſubjectioun,</l>
                              <l>Ne ſtronger was in field of all thing</l>
                              <l>As in his time, ne greater of renoun,</l>
                              <l>Ne more pompous in high preſumptioun,</l>
                              <l>Than Holoferne, which fortune aye kiſt,</l>
                              <l>And ſo licourouſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>y lad him up and doun,</l>
                              <l>Till that he dead was ere that he wiſt.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>* Not onely y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> this world had of him awe</l>
                              <l>For leſing of richeſſe and liberte:</l>
                              <l>But he made euery man renie his lawe,</l>
                              <l>Nabuchodonoſor was lord, ſaied he:</l>
                              <l>None other God ſhould honoured be.</l>
                              <l>Ayenſt his heſt, there dare no wight treſpace,</l>
                              <l>Saue in Bethulia, a ſtrong cite,</l>
                              <l>Where Eliachem was prieſt of that place.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But take keepe of the death of Holoferue:</l>
                              <l>Amid his hoſt he dronke lay all night</l>
                              <l>Within his tent, large as is a berue.</l>
                              <l>And yet for all his pompe and all his might,</l>
                              <l>Iudith, a woman, as he lay vpright</l>
                              <l>Sleeping, his head off ſmote, &amp; fro his tent</l>
                              <l>Full priuely ſhe ſtole from euery wight,</l>
                              <l>And with his head vnto her toun ſhe went.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Antiochus.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>WHat needeth it of king Antiochus</l>
                              <l>To tell his high and roiall maieſte?</l>
                              <l>His great pride, and his worke venemus,</l>
                              <l>For ſoch another man nas neuer as he,</l>
                              <l>Redeth what that he was in Machabe,</l>
                              <l>And redeth the proud wordes that he ſeid,</l>
                              <l>And why he fill from his proſperite,</l>
                              <l>And in an hill how wretchedly he deid.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Fortune him had enchaunſed ſo in pride,</l>
                              <l>That verily he wend he might attain</l>
                              <l>Vnto the ſterres vpon euerie ſide,</l>
                              <l>And in a balaunce to wey each mountain,</l>
                              <l>And all the floudes of the ſea reſtrain:</l>
                              <l>And Gods people had he moſt in hate,</l>
                              <l>Hem would he ſlea in torment and in pain,</l>
                              <l>Wening that God ne might his pride abate.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And for that Nichanore and Timothe</l>
                              <l>By Iews were venquiſhed mightily,</l>
                              <l>Vnto the Iewes ſoch an hate had he,</l>
                              <l>That he had greithe his chare full haſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>ely,</l>
                              <l>And ſwore and ſaied, full diſpitouſly:</l>
                              <l>Vnto Hieruſalem he would eftſone</l>
                              <l>To wrecke his yre on it full cruelly,</l>
                              <l>But of his purpoſe was he let full ſone.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>God for his manace him ſo ſore ſmote,</l>
                              <l>With inuiſible wound, aie incurable,</l>
                              <l>That in his guttes carfe ſo and bote,</l>
                              <l>That his paines was importable:</l>
                              <l>And certainly the wreche was reaſonable.</l>
                              <l>For many a mans guttes did he paine,</l>
                              <l>But from his purpoſe, curſed &amp; damnable,</l>
                              <l>For all his ſmert, he nolde him not reſtrain.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But bade anon, aparaile his hoſt</l>
                              <l>And ſodainly or he then was ware,</l>
                              <l>God daunted all his pride, and all his boſt:</l>
                              <l>For he ſo ſore fell out of his chare,</l>
                              <l>That all his limmes and his ſkinne to tare</l>
                              <l>So that he no more might go ne ride</l>
                              <l>But in a chaire, men about him bare</l>
                              <l>All forbruiſed both backe and ſide.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The wreche of God him ſmote ſo cruelly,</l>
                              <l>That in his bodie wicked wormes crept,</l>
                              <l>And therewithall he ſtanke ſo horribly,</l>
                              <l>That none of all his meine that him kept,</l>
                              <l>Whether that he woke or els ſlept,</l>
                              <l>Ne might not of him the ſtinke endure.</l>
                              <l>And in his miſchief he wayled and wept,</l>
                              <l>And knew God, Lord of euerie creature.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>To all his hoſt, and to himſelfe alſo</l>
                              <l>Full lothſome was the ſtinke of his caraine,</l>
                              <l>
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No man might him beare to ne fro.</l>
                              <l>And in his ſtinke, and in his horrible paine,</l>
                              <l>He ſterfe full wretchedly on a mountaine.</l>
                              <l>Thus hath this robber, and this homicide,</l>
                              <l>That many a man made to wepe and plaine,</l>
                              <l>Soch guerdon, as belongeth to pride.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Alexander.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>THe ſtorie of Alexander is ſo commune,</l>
                              <l>That every wight that hath diſcretioun</l>
                              <l>Hath heard ſomwhat or all, of his fortune:</l>
                              <l>This wide world, as in concluſioun,</l>
                              <l>He wan by ſtrength, and for his renoun</l>
                              <l>They were glad for peace unto him ſend</l>
                              <l>The pride of man, and boſt he layed adown</l>
                              <l>Where ſo he came, vnto the worlds end.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Compariſon might yet never be maked</l>
                              <l>Betwixt him, and another conquerour,</l>
                              <l>For al this world for dread of him hath quaked</l>
                              <l>He was of knighthood, &amp; of freedome floure:</l>
                              <l>Fortune him made the heir of high honour.</l>
                              <l>Saue wine &amp; women nothing might aſſuage</l>
                              <l>His high intent in armes and labour</l>
                              <l>So was he full of loving courage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>What price wer it to him, though I you told</l>
                              <l>Of Darius, and of an hundred thouſand mo</l>
                              <l>Of Princes, Earles, and knights bold,</l>
                              <l>Which he conquered, and brought to wo:</l>
                              <l>I ſay as ferre as a man may ride or go</l>
                              <l>The world was his, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhuld I more deviſe:</l>
                              <l>For though I wrote and told you evermo</l>
                              <l>Of his knighthood, it might not ſuffice.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Twelve yere he raigned, as I rede in Macha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>be:</l>
                              <l>Phillips ſonne of Macedone he was</l>
                              <l>That firſt was King of Grece, that countre,</l>
                              <l>O worthy gentle Alexander, alas</l>
                              <l>That ever ſhould thee fall ſoch a caſe:</l>
                              <l>Empoiſoned of thy folke thou were,</l>
                              <l>* Thy ſice fortune hath turned into an ace,</l>
                              <l>And yet for thee ne wept ſhe never a tere.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Who ſhall yeve men teres to complaine</l>
                              <l>The death of gentleneſſe, and of fraunchiſe,</l>
                              <l>That all the world welded in his demaine,</l>
                              <l>And yet him thought it might not ſuffice:</l>
                              <l>So full was his courage of high empriſe,</l>
                              <l>Alas, who ſhall me helpe to endite</l>
                              <l>Falſe fortune, and her poyſon to deſpiſe?</l>
                              <l>The which of all this woe I wite.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Iulius Ceſar.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>BY wiſedome, manhood, and high labour,</l>
                              <l>From humble bed to royal Majeſte</l>
                              <l>Vp roſe he, Iulius Conquerour,</l>
                              <l>That all the Occident by lond and ſee</l>
                              <l>Wan by ſtrength of honde, or elſe by trete,</l>
                              <l>And unto Rome made him tributarie:</l>
                              <l>And ſith of Rome Emperour was he</l>
                              <l>Till that fortune wexe his adverſarie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>O mighty Ceſar, that in Theſſaly</l>
                              <l>Ayenſt Pompey father thine in law,</l>
                              <l>That of the Orient had the chivalry,</l>
                              <l>As ferre as that the day beginneth to daw:</l>
                              <l>Then through knighthood haſt take &amp; iſlaw,</l>
                              <l>Saue few folke that with Pompeius fled,</l>
                              <l>Through which thou put all the orient in aw:</l>
                              <l>Thanke fortune that ſo well thee yſped.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But now a little while I woll bewaile</l>
                              <l>This Pompey, this noble governour</l>
                              <l>Of Rome, which that fled at this battaile.</l>
                              <l>I ſay one of his men, a falſe traitour</l>
                              <l>His head off ſmote, to win him favour</l>
                              <l>Of Iulius, and to him the head brought:</l>
                              <l>Alas Pompey, of the orient conquerour,</l>
                              <l>That fortune vnto ſuch a fine thee wrought.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>To Rome againe repaireth Iulius</l>
                              <l>With his triumph lauriate full hie,</l>
                              <l>But on a time Brutus &amp; Caſſius,</l>
                              <l>That ever had of his high eſtate envie,</l>
                              <l>Full prively had made conſpiracie</l>
                              <l>Ayenſt this Iulius in ſubtil wiſe:</l>
                              <l>And caſt the place in which he ſhould die,</l>
                              <l>With bodkins, as I ſhall you deuiſe.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>This Iulius unto the Capitoll went</l>
                              <l>Vpon a day, as he was wont to gone,</l>
                              <l>And in the Capitoll anon him hent</l>
                              <l>This fals Brutus, and his other ſone,</l>
                              <l>And ſticked him with bodkins anone</l>
                              <l>With many a wound, &amp; thus they let him lie:</l>
                              <l>But never grutched he at no ſtroke but one,</l>
                              <l>Or elſe at two, but if his ſtorie lie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>So manly was this Iulius of hart,</l>
                              <l>And ſo well loved ſtately honeſte,</l>
                              <l>That tho his deadly wounds ſo ſore ſmart,</l>
                              <l>His mantle over his hips yet caſt he,</l>
                              <l>For no man ſhould ſee his privite:</l>
                              <l>And as he lay in dying in a traunce,</l>
                              <l>And wiſt verily that die ſhould he,</l>
                              <l>Of honeſtie yet had he remembraunce.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Lucan to thee this ſtorie I recommend,</l>
                              <l>And to Sueton, and Valerie alſo,</l>
                              <l>That of this ſtorie writen word and end:</l>
                              <l>How that to theſe great conquerours two</l>
                              <l>Fortune was firſt a friend, and ſith a fo.</l>
                              <l>* No man truſt upon her favour long,</l>
                              <l>But have her in await for euermo,</l>
                              <l>Witneſſe on all the conquerours ſtrong.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Creſus.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>THe rich Creſus, whilom king of Lide,</l>
                              <l>Of which Creſus, Cirus ſore him drad,</l>
                              <l>Yet was he caught amid all his pride,</l>
                              <l>And to brenne, men to the fire him lad:</l>
                              <l>But ſuch a rain down fro the firmament ſhad</l>
                              <l>That queint the fire, and made him to ſcape:</l>
                              <l>But to beware yet no grace he had,</l>
                              <l>Till fortune on the gallows made him gape.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>When he eſcaped was, he could not ſtint</l>
                              <l>For to begin a new aray again:</l>
                              <l>He wend well, for that fortune him ſent</l>
                              <l>Such hap, that he eſcaped through the rain,</l>
                              <l>That of his foes he might not be ſlain,</l>
                              <l>And eke a ſweven upon a night he met,</l>
                              <l>
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Of which he was ſo proud, and eke ſo fain,</l>
                              <l>That on vengeaunce he all his heart ſet.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Vpon a tree he was, as him thought,</l>
                              <l>There Iupiter him wisſhe, both back &amp; ſide:</l>
                              <l>And Phebus eke a faire towell him brought</l>
                              <l>To dry him with, &amp; therwith wexe his pride.</l>
                              <l>And to his doughter that ſtood him beſide,</l>
                              <l>Which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he knew in hie ſentence habound,</l>
                              <l>He bad her tell what it ſignified,</l>
                              <l>And ſhe his dreame right thus did expound.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The tree (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> gallows is to meane,</l>
                              <l>And Iupiter betokeneth ſnow and rain,</l>
                              <l>And Phebus with his towell ſo cleane,</l>
                              <l>Betokeneth the Sun beames, ſooth to ſain:</l>
                              <l>Thou ſhalt honged be, father, certain,</l>
                              <l>Raine ſhall thee waſh, &amp; ſun ſhall thee drie:</l>
                              <l>Thus warned him full plat and full plain</l>
                              <l>His doughter, that called was Phanie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And honged was Creſus the proud king,</l>
                              <l>His roiall throne might him not auaile:</l>
                              <l>Tragedie is none, ne other manner thing,</l>
                              <l>That can in ſinging crie ne bewaile,</l>
                              <l>But that fortune all day woll aſſaile</l>
                              <l>* With unware ſtroke, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> reignes y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> been proud:</l>
                              <l>For when men truſteth her, then wol ſhe faile,</l>
                              <l>And couer her bright face with a cloud.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Peter of Spaine.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>
                                 <hi>O</hi> Noble, O worthy Petro, glory of Spain,</l>
                              <l>Whom fortune held ſo high in Majeſtie:</l>
                              <l>Well ought men thy pitous death complain.</l>
                              <l>Out of thy lond thy brother made thee flee,</l>
                              <l>And after at a ſiege by ſubteltee</l>
                              <l>Thou were betraied, and lad unto his tent,</l>
                              <l>Where as he with his owne hond ſlue thee,</l>
                              <l>Succeeding in thy reigne and in thy rent.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The field of ſnow, with thegle of black therin,</l>
                              <l>Caught with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> limrod, coloured as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> glede,</l>
                              <l>He brewed his curſedneſſe, &amp; all this ſinne:</l>
                              <l>The wicked neſte was werker of this dede,</l>
                              <l>Not Charles, ne Oliver, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> tooke aye hede</l>
                              <l>Of trouth and honour, but of Armorike</l>
                              <l>Genillion Oliver, corrupt for mede</l>
                              <l>Brought this worthy king in ſuch a brike.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Petro King of Cipre.</head>
                           <l>
                              <hi>O</hi> Worthy Petro, king of Cipre alſo,</l>
                           <l>That Alexandrie wan by high maiſtrie</l>
                           <l>Full many a heathen wroughteſt thou wo,</l>
                           <l>Of which thine own lieges had enuie:</l>
                           <l>And for no thing but for thy chiualrie,</l>
                           <l>They in thy bed han ſlain thee by the morow,</l>
                           <l>Thus can fortune her whele governe &amp; gie,</l>
                           <l>And out of joy bringen men to ſorow.</l>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Barnabo Vicount.</head>
                           <l>OF Millaine great Barnabo Vicounte,</l>
                           <l>God of delite, &amp; ſcourge of Lumbardie</l>
                           <l>Why ſhould not I thine infortune account,</l>
                           <l>Sens in eſtate thou clomben were ſo high:</l>
                           <l>Thy brothers ſonne, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was thy double alie,</l>
                           <l>For he thy nevew was, and ſonne in lawe,</l>
                           <l>Within his priſon made thee to die,</l>
                           <l>But why ne how not I, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou were ſlawe.</l>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>Hugeline of Piſe.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>OF the Erle Hugeline of Piſe y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> langoure</l>
                              <l>There may no tongue it tell for pite:</l>
                              <l>But a little out of Piſe ſtont a toure,</l>
                              <l>In which toure in priſon put was he,</l>
                              <l>And with him bene his little children three,</l>
                              <l>The eldeſt ſcarſely five yere of age:</l>
                              <l>Alas fortune, it was a great cruelte</l>
                              <l>Such birds for to put in ſuch a cage.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Damned was he to die in that priſon</l>
                              <l>For Roger, which that biſhop was of Piſe</l>
                              <l>Had on him made a falſe ſuggeſtion,</l>
                              <l>Through which y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> people gan upon him riſe,</l>
                              <l>And put him in priſon, in ſuch a wiſe,</l>
                              <l>As ye have heard, and meat &amp; drinke he had</l>
                              <l>So ſmall, that unneth it may ſuffice,</l>
                              <l>And therewithall it was full poore and bad.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And on a day befell, that in that houre,</l>
                              <l>Whan y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> his meat wont was to be brought,</l>
                              <l>The geilour ſhette the doores of the toure,</l>
                              <l>He heard it well, but he ſpake right nought:</l>
                              <l>And in his heart anon there fill a thought,</l>
                              <l>That they for hunger would doe him dien,</l>
                              <l>Alas (qd. he) alas that I was wrought,</l>
                              <l>Therewithall the teares fill fro his eyen.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>His yong ſonne, that thre yere was of age,</l>
                              <l>Vnto him ſaid, father, why doe ye wepe?</l>
                              <l>When will the geilour bring our potage,</l>
                              <l>Is there no morſell bread that ye do kepe?</l>
                              <l>I am ſo hungrie, that I may not ſleepe,</l>
                              <l>Now would God that I might ſleepe ever,</l>
                              <l>Then ſhould not hunger in my wombe crepe.</l>
                              <l>There nis nothing but bread y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> me were lever.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thus day by day, this childe began to cry,</l>
                              <l>Till in his fathers arme adowne it lay,</l>
                              <l>And ſaid, farewell father, I mote die,</l>
                              <l>And kiſt his father, and deide the ſame day.</l>
                              <l>And when the wofull father did it ſey,</l>
                              <l>For wo, his armes two he gan to bite,</l>
                              <l>And ſaid alas fortune, and well away,</l>
                              <l>Thy falſe whele my wo all may it wite.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>His children wend, that it for hunger was</l>
                              <l>That he his armes gnewe, and not for wo,</l>
                              <l>And ſaied: father doe not ſo (alas)</l>
                              <l>But rather eat the fleſh upon us two,</l>
                              <l>Our fleſh you yaue us, take our fleſh us fro</l>
                              <l>And eate inough: right thus they to him ſeid</l>
                              <l>And after that within a day or two</l>
                              <l>They laid hem in his lap adoun, and deid.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Thus ended is this mighty Earle of Piſe.</l>
                              <l>Himſelfe diſpeired eke, for hunger ſtarfe:</l>
                              <l>Of this tragedie, it ought inough ſuffice,</l>
                              <l>From high eſtate fortune away him carfe.</l>
                              <l>Who ſo woll heare it in a longer wiſe</l>
                              <l>Readeth he the great poete of Itaile</l>
                              <l>That hight Dante, for he can it all deuiſe</l>
                              <l>Fro point to point, not a word woll he faile.</l>
                           </lg>
                        </div>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶Here ſtinteth the Knight the Monke of
his Tale, and here followeth the Pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>logue
of the Nonnes Prieſt.</head>
                     <l>
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HO (qd. y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> knight) good ſir no more of this:</l>
                     <l>That ye have ſaid, is right ynough iwis,</l>
                     <l>And mokell more: for little heavineſſe</l>
                     <l>Is right ynough to much folke, I geſſe,</l>
                     <l>I ſay for me, it is a great diſeaſe,</l>
                     <l>Where as men have be in wealth &amp; eaſe,</l>
                     <l>To heare of her ſuddaine fall, alas:</l>
                     <l>And the contrary is joy and ſolas,</l>
                     <l>As when a man hath been in poore eſtate,</l>
                     <l>And climbeth up, and wexeth fortunate,</l>
                     <l>And there abideth in proſperite:</l>
                     <l>Such things is gladſome, as thinketh me,</l>
                     <l>And of ſuch thing were good for to tell.</l>
                     <l>Ye (qd. our hoſt) by Saint Poules bell</l>
                     <l>Ye ſay right ſoth, this Monke clappeth loud,</l>
                     <l>He ſpake, how fortune covered with a cloud</l>
                     <l>I wote not what, and alſo of a Tragedie</l>
                     <l>* Right now he heard: And perde no remedie</l>
                     <l>It is for to bewailen, ne complaine</l>
                     <l>That that is done, and als it is a paine,</l>
                     <l>As ye have ſaid, to heare of heavineſſe.</l>
                     <l>Sir monke no more of this, ſo God you bleſſe,</l>
                     <l>Your tale anoyeth all the companie,</l>
                     <l>Such talking is not worth a butterflie,</l>
                     <l>For therein is there no diſport ne game:</l>
                     <l>Therefore ſir monk, dan Piers by your name,</l>
                     <l>I pray you heartily, tell us ſomewhat els,</l>
                     <l>For ſikerly, nere clinking of your bels</l>
                     <l>That on your bridle honge on every ſide,</l>
                     <l>By heaven king, that for us all dide,</l>
                     <l>I ſhould ere this han fall down for ſlepe,</l>
                     <l>Although the flough had been never ſo depe:</l>
                     <l>Then had your tale all be tolde in vaine.</l>
                     <l>For certainely, as that theſe clerkes ſaine,</l>
                     <l>* Where as a man may have none audience,</l>
                     <l>Nought helpeth it to tell his ſentence.</l>
                     <l>And well I wote the ſubſtaunce is in me,</l>
                     <l>If any thing ſhall well reported be.</l>
                     <l>Sir, ſay ſomwhat of hunting I you pray.</l>
                     <l>Ne (qd. this Monke) I have no luſt to play:</l>
                     <l>Now let another tell, as I have told.</l>
                     <l>Then ſpake our hoſt with rude ſpeech and bold,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied unto the Nonnes Prieſt anon,</l>
                     <l>Com nere you prieſt, com hither thou ſir Iohn.</l>
                     <l>Tell us ſuch a thing, as may our herts glad,</l>
                     <l>Be blithe, though thou ride upon a jade:</l>
                     <l>What though thy horſe be both foule &amp; lene,</l>
                     <l>If he woll ſerve thee recke not a bene:</l>
                     <l>Looke that thy heart be mery evermo.</l>
                     <l>Yes ſir (qd. he) yes hoſt, ſo mote I go:</l>
                     <l>But I be mery, iwis I woll be blamed,</l>
                     <l>And right anon, his tale he hath attained,</l>
                     <l>And thus he ſaid, unto us everichon,</l>
                     <l>This ſweet prieſt, this goodly man ſir Iohn.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Nonnes Prieſt his Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>Of a Cock and a Hen: the Moral whereof is to
embrace true Friends, and to beware of Flat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terers.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <l>
                           <hi>A</hi> Poore widdowe ſomdele iſtept in age,</l>
                        <l>Was whilom dwelling in a poor cotage</l>
                        <l>Beſide a grove, ſtonding in a dale:</l>
                        <l>This widowe of which I tell you my tale,</l>
                        <l>Sens the day that ſhe was laſt a wife,</l>
                        <l>In patience, led a full ſimple life.</l>
                        <l>For little was her cattell and her rent:</l>
                        <l>By husbandry, of ſuch as God her ſent,</l>
                        <l>She found her ſelf, &amp; eke her doughters two:</l>
                        <l>Three large ſowes had ſhe, and no mo:</l>
                        <l>Three kine, &amp; eke a ſheep that hight Mall,</l>
                        <l>Well ſooty was her boure, and eke her hall,</l>
                        <l>In which ſhe ete many a ſlender mele.</l>
                        <l>Of poinant ſauce ne knew ſhe never adele,</l>
                        <l>Ne deinty morſell paſſed through her throte:</l>
                        <l>Her diet was accordaunt to her cote.</l>
                        <l>Repletion ne made her never ſicke,</l>
                        <l>A temperate diet was her phyſicke,</l>
                        <l>And exerciſe, and hearts ſuffiſaunce:</l>
                        <l>The gout let her nothing for to daunce,</l>
                        <l>Ne apoplexie ſhent not her hed:</l>
                        <l>No wine dranke ſhe, white ne red,</l>
                        <l>Her bord was moſt ſerved with white &amp; black,</l>
                        <l>Milk &amp; broun breed, in which ſhe found no lack:</l>
                        <l>Seinde bacon, &amp; ſometime an eye or twey,</l>
                        <l>For ſhe was as it were a manner dey.</l>
                        <l>A yerd ſhe had, encloſed all about</l>
                        <l>With ſtickes, and drie diched without:</l>
                        <l>In which ſhe had a cock hight Chaunteclere,</l>
                        <l>In all the land, of crowing nas his pere.</l>
                        <l>His voice was merrier than y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> merry orgon</l>
                        <l>On maſſe days, that in the churches gon:</l>
                        <l>Well ſikerer was his crowing in his loge,</l>
                        <l>Than is a clocke, or in an abbey an orloge.</l>
                        <l>By nature he knew ech aſſentioun</l>
                        <l>Of the equinoctiall in the toun.</l>
                        <l>For when degrees xv. were aſcended,</l>
                        <l>Then crew he, it might not be amended.</l>
                        <l>His combe was redder than the fine corall,</l>
                        <l>And battelled, as it had be a caſtle wall.</l>
                        <l>His bill was blacke, as any jet it ſhone,</l>
                        <l>Like aſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>re were his legs and his tone:</l>
                        <l>His nailes whiter than the lilly flour,</l>
                        <l>And like the burned gold was his colour.</l>
                        <l>This gentle cocke had in governaunce</l>
                        <l>Seven hens, to done on his pleaſaunce:</l>
                        <l>Which were his ſuſters and his paramours,</l>
                        <l>And wonder like to him, as of colours:</l>
                        <l>Of which the faireſt hewed in the throte,</l>
                        <l>Was called faire damoſell Pertelote.</l>
                        <l>He fethered her a hundred times a day,</l>
                        <l>And ſhe him pleaſeth all that ever ſhe may.</l>
                        <l>Curteis ſhe was, diſcreet, and debonaire,</l>
                        <l>And compenable, and bare her ſelf ſo faire.</l>
                        <l>Sens the time that ſhe was ſevennight old,</l>
                        <l>That truliche ſhe hath the hert in hold</l>
                        <l>Of Chaunteclere, looking on every lith:</l>
                        <l>He loveth her ſo, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wel was him therwith,</l>
                        <l>But ſuch a joy it was to heare him ſing,</l>
                        <l>When that the bright ſunne gan to ſpring</l>
                        <l>In ſweet accord: my lefe is ferre in lond.</l>
                        <l>For that time, as I have underſtond,</l>
                        <l>Beaſts and birds coulden ſpeake and ſing,</l>
                        <l>And it ſo fell, that in the dawning,</l>
                        <l>As Chaunteclere among his wives all</l>
                        <l>Sat on his perch, that was in the hall,</l>
                        <l>And next him ſat his faire Pertelote,</l>
                        <l>This Chanteclere gan to grone in his throte,</l>
                        <l>As a man y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in his dreme is drenched ſore:</l>
                        <l>And when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Pertelot thus herd him rore,</l>
                        <l>She was agaſt, and ſaid her heart dere,</l>
                        <l>What aileth you to grone in this manere?</l>
                        <l>
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Ye be a very ſleper, fie for ſhame:</l>
                        <l>And he answered thus, by God madame,</l>
                        <l>I pray you, that ye take it not in griefe:</l>
                        <l>By God I mette I was in ſuch miſchiefe</l>
                        <l>Right now, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> yet mine hert is ſore afright.</l>
                        <l>Now God (qd. he) my ſweven hede a right,</l>
                        <l>And keepe my body out of foule priſoun.</l>
                        <l>Me mette, that I romed up and down</l>
                        <l>Within your yerde, wher I ſaw a beeſt,</l>
                        <l>Was like an hound, &amp; would have made areeſt</l>
                        <l>Vpon my body, &amp; would have had me deed.</l>
                        <l>His colour was betwixt yellow and reed,</l>
                        <l>And tipped was his taile, &amp; both his eeres</l>
                        <l>With black, unlike y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> remnant of his heeres.</l>
                        <l>His ſnout ſmall, with glowing eyen twey:</l>
                        <l>Yet for his looke almoſt for feare I dey:</l>
                        <l>This cauſeth me my groning doubtles.</l>
                        <l>Away (qd. ſhe) fie for ſhame heartleſſe</l>
                        <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) for by that God above</l>
                        <l>Now have ye loſt my heart &amp; all my love,</l>
                        <l>I cannot love a cowarde by my faith:</l>
                        <l>For certes, what ſo any woman ſaith,</l>
                        <l>* We all deſire, if that it might be,</l>
                        <l>To have husbonds, hardy, wiſe and free,</l>
                        <l>And diſcrete, ne no niggard ne no foole,</l>
                        <l>Ne him that is agaſt of every toole,</l>
                        <l>Ne none avauntour by that God above,</l>
                        <l>How durſt ye ſay for ſhame, unto your love,</l>
                        <l>That any ſweven might make you aferde?</l>
                        <l>Have ye no mans heart, and have a berde?</l>
                        <l>Alas, and con ye be aferd of ſwevenis,</l>
                        <l>Nothing bnt vanitie god wotte in ſweven is.</l>
                        <l>Swevens ben engendred of replecions,</l>
                        <l>And oft of fume, and of complecions.</l>
                        <l>When humours ben too habundant in a wight:</l>
                        <l>Certes this dreme w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> ye have met to night</l>
                        <l>Commeth of the great ſuperfluitie</l>
                        <l>Of red color that is in you parde,</l>
                        <l>Which cauſen folke to dred in her dreames</l>
                        <l>Of arrowes, and of fire with red lemes,</l>
                        <l>Of red beaſts that wollen hem bite,</l>
                        <l>Of conteke, and of waſps great and lite,</l>
                        <l>Right as the humour of melancholie,</l>
                        <l>Cauſeth many a man in ſleepe to cry,</l>
                        <l>For feare of great bulles, &amp; of beres blake,</l>
                        <l>Or els that black devills woll hem take.</l>
                        <l>Of other humours could I tell alſo,</l>
                        <l>That werke a man in ſlepe much wo:</l>
                        <l>But I woll paſſe, as lightly as I can.</l>
                        <l>Lo Caton, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was ſo wiſe a man</l>
                        <l>Said he not thus, do not force of dreames?</l>
                        <l>Now ſir (qd. ſhe) when we flie fro the bemes,</l>
                        <l>For Gods love, as taketh ſome laxative:</l>
                        <l>Vp pexill of my ſoule, and of my life</l>
                        <l>I counſell you the beſt, I woll not lie,</l>
                        <l>That both of collor, and of melancholie</l>
                        <l>Ye purge you, and for ye ſhull not tarie,</l>
                        <l>Though in this town be none Apotecarie,</l>
                        <l>I ſhall my ſelfe two herbes techen you,</l>
                        <l>That ſhall be for your heale, &amp; for your prow</l>
                        <l>And in our yerde, tho hearbs ſhall I finde</l>
                        <l>The which have her propertie by kinde</l>
                        <l>To purge you bineth, and eke above:</l>
                        <l>Forgetteth not this for Gods owne love:</l>
                        <l>Ye be right colericke of complection,</l>
                        <l>Ware the ſunne in his aſcention</l>
                        <l>Ne finde ye not repleate of humours hote:</l>
                        <l>For if it do, I dare wel lay a grote,</l>
                        <l>That ye ſhall have a fever terciane,</l>
                        <l>Or els an ague that may be your bane.</l>
                        <l>A day or two ye ſhall have digeſtives</l>
                        <l>Of wormes, or ye take your <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>axatives,</l>
                        <l>Of laurel, centorie, and of femetere,</l>
                        <l>Or els of elder berries, that grow there,</l>
                        <l>Of Catapuce, or of gaitres bereis,</l>
                        <l>Of yvie growing in our yard, that merry is.</l>
                        <l>Plucke hem up as they grow, &amp; eat hem in:</l>
                        <l>Be merry husbond, for your father kin,</l>
                        <l>Dredeth no dreme, I can ſay no more.</l>
                        <l>Madame (qd. he) gramercy of your lore.</l>
                        <l>But natheleſſe, as touching dan Caton,</l>
                        <l>That of wiſedome hath ſo great renoun,</l>
                        <l>Though he had no dreames for to drede,</l>
                        <l>By God, men may in old bookes rede,</l>
                        <l>Of many a man, more of authoritie</l>
                        <l>Then ever Caton was ſo mote I thee.</l>
                        <l>That all the revers ſaith of his ſentence,</l>
                        <l>And have well found by experience,</l>
                        <l>* That dreames be ſignifications,</l>
                        <l>As well of joy, as of tribulations,</l>
                        <l>That folke endure in this life preſent:</l>
                        <l>There nedeth to make of this non argu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment:</l>
                        <l>The very prefe ſheweth it indeed.</l>
                        <l>One of the greateſt authours y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men rede,</l>
                        <l>Saith thus: y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> whilome two fellowes went</l>
                        <l>On pilgrimage in full good intent,</l>
                        <l>And happed ſo they came into a town,</l>
                        <l>Where as there was ſuch congregatioun</l>
                        <l>Of people, and eke of ſtrait herbigage,</l>
                        <l>That they ne found as much as a cottage,</l>
                        <l>In which they both might ylodged be.</l>
                        <l>Wherefore they mote of neceſſite</l>
                        <l>As for that night depart company,</l>
                        <l>And each of hem goeth to his hoſtelry,</l>
                        <l>And tooke his lodging as it would fall.</l>
                        <l>That one of hem was lodged in a ſtall,</l>
                        <l>Farre in a yerd, with oxen of the plough:</l>
                        <l>That other man was lodged well ynough,</l>
                        <l>As was his aventure, or his fortune,</l>
                        <l>That us governeth all, as in commune.</l>
                        <l>And ſo befell, long or it were day</l>
                        <l>This man met in his bed, there as he lay,</l>
                        <l>How that his fellow gan upon him call,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid (alas) for in an oxes ſtall</l>
                        <l>This night ſhall I be murdered, there I lie:</l>
                        <l>Now helpe me dere brother or I die,</l>
                        <l>In all haſt, come to me (he ſaid.)</l>
                        <l>This man out of his ſleep for fear abraid:</l>
                        <l>But when he was waked of his ſleeye,</l>
                        <l>He turned him, and tooke of this no keepe,</l>
                        <l>Him thought his dreame was but a vanite:</l>
                        <l>Thus twiſe in his ſleepe dreamed he.</l>
                        <l>And at the third time, yet his felaw,</l>
                        <l>Came as him thought, &amp; ſaid, I now am ſlaw:</l>
                        <l>Behold my bloudy wounds, deepe &amp; wide,</l>
                        <l>Ariſe up earely, in the morrow tide,</l>
                        <l>And at the Weſt gate of the toun (qd. hee)</l>
                        <l>A cart full of dung there ſhalt thou ſee,</l>
                        <l>In which my body is hid full prively,</l>
                        <l>Doe thou that cart arreſten boldely,</l>
                        <l>My gold cauſed my death, ſooth to ſaine,</l>
                        <l>And told him every point how he was ſlaine</l>
                        <l>
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With a full pitous face, pale of hew:</l>
                        <l>And truſt wel, his dreme he found right trew,</l>
                        <l>For on the morrow, as ſoone as it was day,</l>
                        <l>To his fellowes inne he tooke the way:</l>
                        <l>And when that he came to the oxes ſtall,</l>
                        <l>After his fellow he began to call.</l>
                        <l>The hoſteler anſwerd him anone,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid, ſir, your fellow is igone,</l>
                        <l>As ſoone as it was day he went out of toun:</l>
                        <l>This man gan fall in ſuſpectioun</l>
                        <l>Remembring of his dreames that he mette,</l>
                        <l>And forth he goeth, no lenger would he lette,</l>
                        <l>Vnto the Weſt gate of the toune, and fond</l>
                        <l>A dung cart, as it were to dung lond,</l>
                        <l>That was araied in the ſame wiſe</l>
                        <l>As ye haue heard the dead man deuiſe:</l>
                        <l>And with hardy heart he gan to crie</l>
                        <l>Vengeaunce and iuſtice of this fellonie:</l>
                        <l>My fellow murdred is this ſame night,</l>
                        <l>And in this cart he lieth, gaping vpright.</l>
                        <l>I crie out on the miniſters (qd. he)</l>
                        <l>That ſhoulden keepe and rule this cite:</l>
                        <l>Harow alas, here lieth my fellow ſlaine.</l>
                        <l>What ſhould I more of this tale ſaine?</l>
                        <l>The people out ſtart, &amp; caſt y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cart to ground,</l>
                        <l>And in the middle of the dung they found</l>
                        <l>The dead man, that murdred was all new.</l>
                        <l>O blisfull God, that art ſo good and trew,</l>
                        <l>Lo how thou bewrayeſt murder alway.</l>
                        <l>Murder woll out, that ſee we day by day:</l>
                        <l>* Murder is ſo waltſome and abhominable</l>
                        <l>To God, that ſo juſt is and reaſonable,</l>
                        <l>That he ne woll it ſuffer hylled to bee:</l>
                        <l>Though it abide a yeare, two, or three,</l>
                        <l>Murder woll out, this is my concluſioun.</l>
                        <l>And right anon, the miniſters of the toun</l>
                        <l>Haue hent the carter, and ſore him pined,</l>
                        <l>And eke the hoſteler ſo ſore engined,</l>
                        <l>That they be knew her wickedneſſe anone,</l>
                        <l>And were honged vp by the necke bone.</l>
                        <l>Here may ye ſee that dremes ben to drede.</l>
                        <l>And certes, in the ſame lefe I rede,</l>
                        <l>Right in the next chapter after this,</l>
                        <l>I gabbe not, ſo haue I joy and blis:</l>
                        <l>Two men would haue paſſed ouer the ſee</l>
                        <l>For certaine cauſes to a ferre countree,</l>
                        <l>If the wind ne had be contrarie,</l>
                        <l>That made hem in a city to tarie,</l>
                        <l>That ſtood full merry vpon an hauen ſide:</l>
                        <l>But on a day, ayenſt an euen tide.</l>
                        <l>The wind gan chaunge, &amp; blew as hem leſt,</l>
                        <l>Iolly and glad they wenten to reſt,</l>
                        <l>And caſt hem full early for to ſaile,</l>
                        <l>But herken, to one man fell a great meruaile.</l>
                        <l>That one of hem in ſleeping as he lay,</l>
                        <l>He mette a wonders dreme, again the day:</l>
                        <l>Him thought a man ſtood by his beds ſide,</l>
                        <l>And him commaunded, that he ſhould abide,</l>
                        <l>And ſaid him thus, if thou to morrow wend,</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhal be dreint, my tale is at an end.</l>
                        <l>He woke, and told his fellow w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he met,</l>
                        <l>And praied him his voyage for to let,</l>
                        <l>As for that day, he prayed him for to abide.</l>
                        <l>His fellow that lay by his beds ſide,</l>
                        <l>Gan for to laugh, and ſcorned him full faſt:</l>
                        <l>No dreme (qd. he) may ſo my hart agaſt,</l>
                        <l>That I woll let for to doe my things:</l>
                        <l>I ſet not a ſtraw for thy dreamings,</l>
                        <l>For ſweuens been but vanities and yapes:</l>
                        <l>Men meten all day of oules and of apes,</l>
                        <l>And eke of many a maſe therewithall,</l>
                        <l>And dremen of thing that neuer was, ne ſhall.</l>
                        <l>But ſith I ſee that thou wolt here abide,</l>
                        <l>And thus ſlouthen wilfully thy tide,</l>
                        <l>God wot it rueth me, and haue good day,</l>
                        <l>And thus he tooke his leue, &amp; went his way.</l>
                        <l>But ere he had halfe his courſe yſailed,</l>
                        <l>I not why, ne what miſchaunce it ailed,</l>
                        <l>But caſuelly the ſhips bottome to rent,</l>
                        <l>And ſhip and men vnder the water went</l>
                        <l>In ſight of other ſhips there beſide,</l>
                        <l>That with hem ſailed at the ſame tide.</l>
                        <l>And therefore, faire Pertelot ſo dere,</l>
                        <l>By ſuch enſamples old maiſt thou lere</l>
                        <l>That no man ſhould be too recheleſſe</l>
                        <l>Of dremes, for I ſay thee doubtleſſe,</l>
                        <l>That many a dreme full ſore is for to drede.</l>
                        <l>Lo, in the life of ſaint Kenelme, we rede,</l>
                        <l>That was Kenelphus ſonne, the noble king</l>
                        <l>Of Mercenryke, how kenelm mette a thing:</l>
                        <l>A little ere he were murdred on a deie,</l>
                        <l>His murder in his viſion he ſeie:</l>
                        <l>His norice him expouned euery dele</l>
                        <l>His ſweuen, and bad him keepe him wele</l>
                        <l>Fro treaſon, but he was but ſeuen yere old,</l>
                        <l>And therefore little tale he thereof told</l>
                        <l>Of any dreame, ſo holy was his hert:</l>
                        <l>By God I had rather than my ſhert,</l>
                        <l>That ye haue herd his legend, as haue I.</l>
                        <l>Dame Pertelot, I ſay to you truly,</l>
                        <l>Macrobius, that writeth the auiſion</l>
                        <l>In Affrick of the worthy Scipion,</l>
                        <l>Affirmeth dremes, and ſayeth that they been</l>
                        <l>Warning of things that we after ſeen.</l>
                        <l>And furthermore, I pray you looketh well</l>
                        <l>In the old Teſtament, of Daniel,</l>
                        <l>If he held dreames for vanitee.</l>
                        <l>Reade eke of Ioſeph, and there ſhall ye ſee</l>
                        <l>Whether dremes ben ſometime, but I ſay not all,</l>
                        <l>Warning of things that after ſhall fall.</l>
                        <l>Looke of Egipt the king, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hight Pharao,</l>
                        <l>His baker and his butteler alſo,</l>
                        <l>Wheder they felt none effect in dremes?</l>
                        <l>Who ſo woll ſeeke acts of ſundry remes,</l>
                        <l>May rede of dreames many a wonder thing.</l>
                        <l>Lo Creſus, which that was of Lide king,</l>
                        <l>Mette he not that he ſat vpon a tree,</l>
                        <l>Which ſignified he ſhould honged bee?</l>
                        <l>Lo Andromacha, that was Hectors wife,</l>
                        <l>That day that Hector ſhould leſe his life,</l>
                        <l>She dreamed in the ſame night beforne,</l>
                        <l>How the life of Hector ſhould be lorne,</l>
                        <l>If that day he went vnto battaile:</l>
                        <l>She warned him, but it might not auaile,</l>
                        <l>He went for to fight neuertheleſſe,</l>
                        <l>But he was ſlaine anone of Achilles.</l>
                        <l>But that tale is all too long to tell,</l>
                        <l>And eke it is nigh day, I may not dwell.</l>
                        <l>Shortely I ſay, as for concluſion,</l>
                        <l>That I ſhall haue of this auiſion</l>
                        <l>Aduerſity: and I ſay furthermore,</l>
                        <l>That I ne tell of laratiues no ſtore,</l>
                        <l>
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For they ben venomous, I wot it wele:</l>
                        <l>I hem defie, I loue hem neuer adele.</l>
                        <l>But let vs ſpeke of mirth, &amp; ſtint all this,</l>
                        <l>Madame Perrelot, ſo haue I blis,</l>
                        <l>Of one thing God hath me ſent large grace:</l>
                        <l>For when I ſee the beautie of your face,</l>
                        <l>Ye ben ſo ſcarlet red about your eyen,</l>
                        <l>It maketh all my dread for to dien.</l>
                        <l>* For all ſo ſiker, as In principio</l>
                        <l>Mulier eſt hominis confuſio.</l>
                        <l>Madame the ſentence of this latine is,</l>
                        <l>Woman is mans joy and his blis:</l>
                        <l>For when I fele on night your ſoft ſide,</l>
                        <l>Albeit that I may not on you ride,</l>
                        <l>For that our perch is made ſo narrow alas,</l>
                        <l>I am ſo full of joy and of ſolas.</l>
                        <l>That I defie both ſweuen and dreme:</l>
                        <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> word he flew doun fro the beme,</l>
                        <l>For it was day, and eke the hennes all:</l>
                        <l>And with a chucke he gan hem for to call,</l>
                        <l>For he had found a corne lay in the yerd:</l>
                        <l>Royall he was, and no more aferd:</l>
                        <l>He feddred Pertelot twenty time,</l>
                        <l>And trode her eke as oft, ere it was prime.</l>
                        <l>He looketh as it were a grim lioun,</l>
                        <l>And on his toes he romed vp and doun.</l>
                        <l>Him deigned not ſet his feet to the ground:</l>
                        <l>He chucked, when he had a corne yfound,</l>
                        <l>And to him then ran his wiues all.</l>
                        <l>As royall as a prince in his hall,</l>
                        <l>Leaue I this chaunteclere in his poſture:</l>
                        <l>And after woll I tell of his aduenture.</l>
                        <l>When y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> month in which the world began,</l>
                        <l>y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hight March, in which God firſt made man</l>
                        <l>Was complete, and paſſed were alſo</l>
                        <l>Sith March began, thirtie dayes and two,</l>
                        <l>Befell that Chaunteclere in all his pride,</l>
                        <l>His ſeven wiues walking him beſide,</l>
                        <l>Caſt vp his eyen to the bright ſunne,</l>
                        <l>That in the ſigne of Taurus was irunne</l>
                        <l>Twenty degrees and one, &amp; ſomewhat more:</l>
                        <l>He knew by kind, and by none other lore,</l>
                        <l>y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it was prime, &amp; crew with a blisfull ſteuen:</l>
                        <l>The ſunne he ſaid is clombe vp to heuen</l>
                        <l>Forty degrees &amp; one, &amp; ſomewhat more iwis,</l>
                        <l>Madame Pertelot, my worlds blis,</l>
                        <l>Herken how theſe blisfull birds ſing,</l>
                        <l>And ſee the freſh floures how they gan ſpring.</l>
                        <l>Full is mine heart of reueli, and ſollas.</l>
                        <l>But ſuddainely him fell a ſorrowfull caas:</l>
                        <l>* For euer the latter end of joy is wo,</l>
                        <l>God wote, worldly joy is ſoone ago:</l>
                        <l>And if a rethore coud faire endite,</l>
                        <l>He in a chronicle might ſafely write</l>
                        <l>As for a ſoueraine notabilite.</l>
                        <l>Now euery wiſe man herken to me,</l>
                        <l>This ſtory is all ſo true I vndertake,</l>
                        <l>As is the booke of Launcelot du lake,</l>
                        <l>That women holden in full great reuerence:</l>
                        <l>Now woll I turne ayen to my ſentence.</l>
                        <l>A col foxe (full of ſleight and iniquitee)</l>
                        <l>That in the groue had wonned yeares three,</l>
                        <l>By high imagination aforne caſt,</l>
                        <l>The ſame night through the hedge braſt</l>
                        <l>Into the yerd, there Chaunteclere the faire</l>
                        <l>Was wont and eke his wiues to repaire:</l>
                        <l>And in a bed of wortes ſtill he lay,</l>
                        <l>Till it was paſſed vndren of the day,</l>
                        <l>Waiting his time, on Chaunteclere to fall:</l>
                        <l>As gladly done theſe homicides all,</l>
                        <l>That in await lie to murder men.</l>
                        <l>O falſe murder, rucking in thy den:</l>
                        <l>O new Scariot, and new Gauilion,</l>
                        <l>O falſe diſſimuler, O Greeke Sinon</l>
                        <l>That broughteſt Troy vtterly to ſorrow,</l>
                        <l>O Chaunteclere, accurſed be the morrow,</l>
                        <l>That thou in thy yerd flew from the bemes:</l>
                        <l>Thou were full well warned by thy dremes,</l>
                        <l>That ilke day was perillous to thee.</l>
                        <l>But what y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> God afore wote, muſt needs bee,</l>
                        <l>After the opinion of certaine clerkis,</l>
                        <l>Witneſſe of him that any clerk is,</l>
                        <l>That in ſchole is great altercation</l>
                        <l>In this matter, and great diſputation</l>
                        <l>And hath been, of an hundred thouſand men,</l>
                        <l>But I ne cannot boult it to the bren,</l>
                        <l>As can the holy doctour ſaint Auſtin,</l>
                        <l>Or Boece, or the biſhop Bradwardin,</l>
                        <l>Whether that Gods worthy foreweting</l>
                        <l>Straineth me needly to doe a thing:</l>
                        <l>(Needly clepe I ſimple neceſſite)</l>
                        <l>Or if the free choice be graunted me</l>
                        <l>To do the ſame thing, or do it nought,</l>
                        <l>Though God forewot it, or it was wrought:</l>
                        <l>Or of his weting ſtreineth neuer a dele,</l>
                        <l>But by neceſſitie condicionele,</l>
                        <l>I woll not haue to done of ſuch matere,</l>
                        <l>My tale is of a cocke, as ye ſhall here,</l>
                        <l>That took his counſaile of his wife with ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row</l>
                        <l>To walke in the yerd vpon the morrow,</l>
                        <l>That he had met the dreme, as I you told.</l>
                        <l>* Womens counſailes been often full cold:</l>
                        <l>Womens counſaile brought vs firſt to wo,</l>
                        <l>And made Adam fro paradice to go,</l>
                        <l>There as he was full merry, &amp; well at eaſe.</l>
                        <l>But for I not, whom I might diſpleaſe</l>
                        <l>If I counſaile of women would blame,</l>
                        <l>Paſſe ouer, I ſaid it in my game.</l>
                        <l>Redeth authors, where they trete of ſuch mattere,</l>
                        <l>And what they ſay of women, ye mow here.</l>
                        <l>Theſe ben the Cockes words, and not mine,</l>
                        <l>I can of women no harme deuine.</l>
                        <l>Faire in the ſond, to bath her merely,</l>
                        <l>Lieth Pertelot, and all her ſuſters by</l>
                        <l>Ayenſt the ſunne, and Chaunteclere ſo free,</l>
                        <l>Sung merrier than the Mermaid in the ſee.</l>
                        <l>For Phiſiologus ſayeth vtterly,</l>
                        <l>How that they ſingen well and merely.</l>
                        <l>And ſo befell as he caſt his eie</l>
                        <l>Among the wortes on a butterflie,</l>
                        <l>He as ware of the foxe that lay full low,</l>
                        <l>Nothing then liſt him for to crow,</l>
                        <l>But cried cocke, cocke, and vp he ſtert,</l>
                        <l>As one that was affraid in his hert.</l>
                        <l>For naturally beaſts deſireth to flee</l>
                        <l>Fro her contrarie, if he may it ſee,</l>
                        <l>Tho he neuer erſt had ſeene it with his eie.</l>
                        <l>This chaunteclere, when he gan him eſpie,</l>
                        <l>He would haue fled, but the foxe anone</l>
                        <l>Said: gentle ſir alas, what woll ye done?</l>
                        <l>Be ye afraid of me that am your friend?</l>
                        <l>Now certes, I were worſe than a fiend,</l>
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If I to you would harme or villanie:</l>
                        <l>I am not come your counſaile to eſpie.</l>
                        <l>But truly the cauſe of my comming</l>
                        <l>Was only to heren how ye ſing:</l>
                        <l>For ſoothly ye haue as merry a ſteuen,</l>
                        <l>As any Angel hath, that is in heuen,</l>
                        <l>Therewith ye haue of muſicke more feeling,</l>
                        <l>Than had Boece, or any that can ſing.</l>
                        <l>My lord your father, God his ſoule bleſſe,</l>
                        <l>And eke your mother of her gentleneſſe</l>
                        <l>Haue in my houſe ben, to my great eaſe:</l>
                        <l>And certes ſir, full faine would I you pleaſe.</l>
                        <l>But for men ſpeaken of ſinging, I woll ſey,</l>
                        <l>So mote I broken well mine eyen twey,</l>
                        <l>Save you, ne herd I neuer man ſo ſing,</l>
                        <l>As did your father in the morning.</l>
                        <l>Certes it was of heart, all that he ſong,</l>
                        <l>And for to make his voice the more ſtrong,</l>
                        <l>He would ſo paine him, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> with both his eyen</l>
                        <l>He muſt winke, ſo loud he muſt crien,</l>
                        <l>And ſtonden on his tiptoes therewithall,</l>
                        <l>And ſtretchen forth his neck long and ſmall.</l>
                        <l>And eke he was of ſuch diſcretion,</l>
                        <l>That there was no man in no region,</l>
                        <l>That him in ſong or wisdome might paſſe.</l>
                        <l>I haue well red dan Burnel the aſſe</l>
                        <l>Among his verſes, how there was a Cocke,</l>
                        <l>For that a prieſts ſonne yaue him a knocke</l>
                        <l>Vpon his legs, while he was yong and nice;</l>
                        <l>He made him for to leſe his benefice.</l>
                        <l>But certain there is no compariſon</l>
                        <l>Betwixt the wisdome and diſcretion</l>
                        <l>Of your father, and of his ſubtilty.</l>
                        <l>Now ſingeth ſir, for ſaint charity,</l>
                        <l>Let ſee, can ye your father counterfete?</l>
                        <l>This Chaunteclere his wings gan to bete,</l>
                        <l>As a man that could not his treaſon eſpie,</l>
                        <l>So was he rauiſhed with his flatterie.</l>
                        <l>* Alas ye lords, many a falſe flatterour</l>
                        <l>Is in your court, and many a falſe leſingour,</l>
                        <l>That pleaſeth you well more, by my faith,</l>
                        <l>Than he that ſoothfaſtneſſe vnto you ſaith.</l>
                        <l>Readeth Eccleſiaſt of flatterie,</l>
                        <l>Beware ye lords of her trecherie.</l>
                        <l>This Chaunteclere ſtood high vpon his toos</l>
                        <l>Stretching his necke, &amp; held his eyen cloos,</l>
                        <l>And gan to crowen loud for the nones:</l>
                        <l>And dan Ruſſell the foxe ſtart vp at ones,</l>
                        <l>And by the gorget hent Chaunteclere,</l>
                        <l>And on his backe toward the wood him bere.</l>
                        <l>For yet was there no man that him ſued.</l>
                        <l>O deſtinie, that maiſt not be eſchued:</l>
                        <l>Alas that Chaunteclere flew fro the beames,</l>
                        <l>Alas that his wife rought not of dreames:</l>
                        <l>And on a friday fell all this miſchaunce.</l>
                        <l>O Venus that art goddeſſe of pleaſaunce,</l>
                        <l>Sithens y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thy ſeruant was this chaunteclere,</l>
                        <l>And in thy ſeruice did all his powere,</l>
                        <l>More for delite, than y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> world to multiplie,</l>
                        <l>Why woldſt thou ſuffer him on thy day to die?</l>
                        <l>O Gaulfride, deere maiſter ſoueraigne,</l>
                        <l>That when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> worthy king Richard was ſlaine</l>
                        <l>With ſhot, complainedeſt his death ſo ſore,</l>
                        <l>Why ne had I now thy ſcience and thy lore,</l>
                        <l>The friday for to chide, as did ye?</l>
                        <l>For on a friday, ſhortly ſlaine was he.</l>
                        <l>Than wold I ſhew you how y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I coud plaine,</l>
                        <l>For Chauntecleres drede, and for his paine.</l>
                        <l>Certes ſuch crie, ne lamentation</l>
                        <l>Nas neuer of Ladies made, whan that Ilion</l>
                        <l>Was won, &amp; Pirrus with his bright ſwerd</l>
                        <l>When he hent king Priam by the beard,</l>
                        <l>And ſlough him (as ſaieth Eneidos)</l>
                        <l>As made all the hens in the cloos,</l>
                        <l>When they had loſt of Chaunteclere y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſight:</l>
                        <l>But ſouerainly dame Pertelot ſhright</l>
                        <l>Well louder than did Hasdruballes wife,</l>
                        <l>When that her husbond had loſt his life,</l>
                        <l>And that the Romanes had brent Cartage.</l>
                        <l>She was ſo full of torment and of rage,</l>
                        <l>That willfully into the fire ſhe ſtert,</l>
                        <l>And brent her ſelfe, with a ſtedfaſt hert.</l>
                        <l>O wofull hennes, right ſo cried ye,</l>
                        <l>As when that Nero brent the cite</l>
                        <l>Of Rome, cryed the ſenatours wiues,</l>
                        <l>For that her husbonds ſhould leſe her liues,</l>
                        <l>Withouten gilt Nero hath hem ſlaine.</l>
                        <l>Now woll I turne to my tale againe.</l>
                        <l>The ſely widow, and her doughters two,</l>
                        <l>Heard the hennes crien and make ſuch wo,</l>
                        <l>And out at the dore ſtert they anon,</l>
                        <l>And ſaw the foxe toward the wood gon,</l>
                        <l>And bare vpon his backe the Cocke away:</l>
                        <l>They cryed out harow and well away:</l>
                        <l>A ha the Foxe, and after hem they ran,</l>
                        <l>And eke with ſtaues, many another man:</l>
                        <l>Ran Coll our dogge, Talbot, &amp; eke Garlond,</l>
                        <l>And Malkin, with her diſtaffe in her hond:</l>
                        <l>Ran Cow &amp; Calfe, and eke the very Hogges,</l>
                        <l>For they ſo ſore aferd were of the dogges,</l>
                        <l>And ſhouting of men and of women eke,</l>
                        <l>They ran y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they thought her herts ſhuld breke.</l>
                        <l>They yellen as loud fendes do in hell:</l>
                        <l>The Duckes cried as men would hem quell:</l>
                        <l>The Geeſe for feare flew ouer the trees,</l>
                        <l>Out of the Hiues came the ſwarme of Bees,</l>
                        <l>So hidous was the noiſe, a benedicite:</l>
                        <l>Certes Iacke Straw, ne all his meine,</l>
                        <l>Ne made neuer ſhoutes halfe ſo ſhrill,</l>
                        <l>When that they would any Flemming kill,</l>
                        <l>As that day was made vpon the Foxe.</l>
                        <l>Of braſſe they blew the trompes and of boxe,</l>
                        <l>Of horne &amp; bone, in which they blew &amp; pouped</l>
                        <l>And therewith they ſhriked and ſhouted:</l>
                        <l>It ſemed, as though heauen ſhould fall,</l>
                        <l>Now good men I pray you herken all.</l>
                        <l>Lo how fortune tourneth ſodainly</l>
                        <l>The hope and the pride of her enemy.</l>
                        <l>This Cocke that lay vpon the Foxes backe,</l>
                        <l>In all his drede, vnto the Foxe he ſpake,</l>
                        <l>And ſaied: good ſir, if I were as ye,</l>
                        <l>Yet ſhould I ſay, as wiſe God helpe me,</l>
                        <l>Tourneth ayen, ye proud churles all:</l>
                        <l>A very peſtilence upon you fall.</l>
                        <l>Now am I come unto this woods ſide,</l>
                        <l>Maugre your hed, the Cocke ſhall here abide,</l>
                        <l>I woll him eat in faith, and that anon.</l>
                        <l>The Foxe anſwerd, in faith it ſhall be don:</l>
                        <l>And as he ſpake the word, all ſodainly</l>
                        <l>This Cock brake from his mouth deliuerly,</l>
                        <l>And high upon a tree he flew anon:</l>
                        <l>And when the Foxe ſaw that he was gon,</l>
                        <l>
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Alas (qd. he) O Chaunteclere, alas,</l>
                        <l>I haue (qd. he) done to you treſpaſſe,</l>
                        <l>In as much as I made you aferd.</l>
                        <l>Whan I you hent, and brought out of your yerd.</l>
                        <l>But ſir, I did it in no wicked entent:</l>
                        <l>Come downe, &amp; I ſhall tell you w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ment,</l>
                        <l>I ſhall you ſay ſothe God helpe me ſo.</l>
                        <l>Nay then (qd. he) I ſhrew vs both two,</l>
                        <l>And firſt I ſhrew my ſelfe, both blood &amp; bones,</l>
                        <l>If thou begile me o<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>ter than ones:</l>
                        <l>Thou ſhalt no more with thy flatterie</l>
                        <l>Doe me to ſing with a winking eye.</l>
                        <l>* For he that winketh, when he ſhould ſee,</l>
                        <l>All wilfully, God let him neuer thee.</l>
                        <l>* Nay (qd. y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Fox) but God yeue him miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chance,</l>
                        <l>That is ſo diſcrete of gouernance,</l>
                        <l>That iangleth, whan that he ſhold haue pees.</l>
                        <l>Lo, ſoch it is for to be recheles</l>
                        <l>And negligent, and truſt on flatterie.</l>
                        <l>But ye that hold this tale for a lie</l>
                        <l>As of a Foxe, of a cocke, and of a Hen,</l>
                        <l>Taketh the moralite good men.</l>
                        <l>For ſaint Poule ſayeth, All that written is,</l>
                        <l>To our doctrine it is written iwis.</l>
                        <l>* Taketh the frute, and let the chaffe be ſtill.</l>
                        <l>Now good God, if that it be thy will,</l>
                        <l>As ſaieth my Lord, ſo make vs all good men:</l>
                        <l>And bring vs to the high bliſſe. Amen.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Manciples Prologue.</head>
                     <l>SIr Nonnes Prieſt, our hoſt ſaied anone,</l>
                     <l>I bleſſed be thy brech and euerie ſtone:</l>
                     <l>This was a merrie tale of Chaunteclere:</l>
                     <l>But by my troth, if thou were ſeculere,</l>
                     <l>Thou wouldeſt be a tredfoule aright:</l>
                     <l>For if thou haue corage as thou haſt might</l>
                     <l>Thee were nede of hens, as I wene,</l>
                     <l>Ye more than ſeuen times ſeuentene.</l>
                     <l>Se which braunes hath this gentle prieſt,</l>
                     <l>So great a necke, and ſuch a large breeſt:</l>
                     <l>He loketh like a Sparhauke with his eyen,</l>
                     <l>Him needeth not his colours for to dien</l>
                     <l>With Braſill, ne with gram of Portingale.</l>
                     <l>But ſir, yet faire fall you for your tale.</l>
                     <l>And after that, he with full merrie chere</l>
                     <l>Saied to another man, as ye ſhall here.</l>
                     <l>Wote ye not where ſtondeth a little towne,</l>
                     <l>Which that is called Bob vp and downe</l>
                     <l>Vnder the blee, in Canterbury way?</l>
                     <l>There gan our hoſt to yape and to play,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied: ſirs, what? Dunne is in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mire:</l>
                     <l>Is there no man for praier ne for hire,</l>
                     <l>That woll awake our fellow behind?</l>
                     <l>A theefe he might full lightly rob and bind:</l>
                     <l>See how he nappeth, ſee for cockes bones</l>
                     <l>How he woll fall from his hors atones.</l>
                     <l>Is that a Cook of London, with miſchaunce?</l>
                     <l>Doe him comfort, he knoweth his penaunce:</l>
                     <l>For he ſhall tell a tale by my fey.</l>
                     <l>* Although it be not worth a bottle of Hey.</l>
                     <l>Awake thou cook (qd. he) God yeue thee ſorow</l>
                     <l>What eileth thee to ſleepe by the morow?</l>
                     <l>Haſt thou had fleen al night, or art thou dronk?</l>
                     <l>Or haſt thou al night with ſome quean iſwonk,</l>
                     <l>So that thou maieſt not hold vp thy hed?</l>
                     <l>This Cooke y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> was full pale, &amp; nothing red,</l>
                     <l>Saied: ſir hoſte, ſo God my ſoule ybleſſe,</l>
                     <l>There is fallen on me great heuineſſe,</l>
                     <l>But I not why, me were leuer to ſlepe,</l>
                     <l>Than the beſt gallon of wine in Chepe.</l>
                     <l>Well (qd. y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Mancipie) if it may doe eaſe</l>
                     <l>To thee ſir Cooke, and to no wight diſpleaſe,</l>
                     <l>Which that here ride in this companie,</l>
                     <l>And that our hoſte will of his courteſie,</l>
                     <l>I woll as now excuſe thee of thy tale,</l>
                     <l>For in good faith thy viſage is full pale:</l>
                     <l>Thine eyen daſe, ſoothly as me thinketh,</l>
                     <l>And well I wot, thy breath full ſoure ſtinketh,</l>
                     <l>That ſheweth wel thou art not wel diſpoſed:</l>
                     <l>Of me certaine that<g ref="char:punc">▪</g> ſhalt not be gloſed,</l>
                     <l>See how he galpeth, lo this dronken wight,</l>
                     <l>As though he would vs ſwallow anon right.</l>
                     <l>Hold cloſe thy mouth, by thy father kin:</l>
                     <l>The deuill of hell ſet his foot therein,</l>
                     <l>Thy curſed breath will infect vs all:</l>
                     <l>Fie ſtinking ſwine, fie foule mote thee befall.</l>
                     <l>Taketh heed ſirs of this luſtie man,</l>
                     <l>Now ſweet ſir, woll ye iuſt at the van,</l>
                     <l>Thereto me thinketh ye be well ſhape:</l>
                     <l>I trow that ye haue dronken wine ape,</l>
                     <l>And that is when as men play at ſtraw.</l>
                     <l>And with his ſpeech y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cooke waxed all wraw,</l>
                     <l>And on the Manciple he gan to nod faſt</l>
                     <l>For lacke of ſpeech: &amp; doun his hors him caſt</l>
                     <l>Where as he lay, till that men him vp tooke:</l>
                     <l>This was a faire cheueſaunce of a cooke:</l>
                     <l>Alas that he ne had hold him by his ladill.</l>
                     <l>And ere that he ayen were in the ſadill,</l>
                     <l>There was a great ſhouing to and fro</l>
                     <l>To lift him vp, and much care and wo,</l>
                     <l>So vnweldy was this ſely palled goſt:</l>
                     <l>And to the Manciple then ſpake our hoſt.</l>
                     <l>Becauſe that drinke hath domination</l>
                     <l>Vpon this man, by my ſaluation</l>
                     <l>I trow leudly woll he tell his tale:</l>
                     <l>For were it wine, or old moiſtie ale</l>
                     <l>That he hath dronk, he ſpeketh ſo in the noſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſniueleth faſt, and eke hath the poſe.</l>
                     <l>He alſo hath to done more than ynough</l>
                     <l>To keepe him on his caple out of the ſlough:</l>
                     <l>And if he fall from his caple eftſone,</l>
                     <l>Then ſhall we all haue ynough to doen</l>
                     <l>In lifting vp againe his dronken corce.</l>
                     <l>Tell on thy tale, of him make I no force.</l>
                     <l>But yet Manciple, in faith thou art too nice,</l>
                     <l>Thus openly to repreue him of his vice:</l>
                     <l>Another day he woll perauenture</l>
                     <l>Recleime thee, and bring thee to the lure:</l>
                     <l>I meane that he ſpeake will of ſmale things,</l>
                     <l>And for to pinch at thy rekenings</l>
                     <l>That were not honeſt, if it came to prefe.</l>
                     <l>No (qd. y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Manciple) y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> were a great miſchefe:</l>
                     <l>So might he bring me into the ſnare.</l>
                     <l>Yet had I leuer pay for the Mare</l>
                     <l>Which he rideth on, than he ſhould with me ſtriue:</l>
                     <l>I woll not wrath him ſo mote I thriue:</l>
                     <l>That I ſpake, I ſaied it but in bourd,</l>
                     <l>And wote ye what, I haue here in my gourd</l>
                     <l>A draught of wine, ye of a ripe grape.</l>
                     <l>And right anon ye ſhall ſee a good yape.</l>
                     <l>This Cooke ſhall drinke thereof, if I may,</l>
                     <l>Vp paine of my life he woll not ſay nay.</l>
                     <l>
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And certainly, to tellen as it was,</l>
                     <l>Of this veſſell the Cooke dranke faſt, alas,</l>
                     <l>What needeth it, he dranke ynough beforne.</l>
                     <l>And when he had pouped in his horne,</l>
                     <l>To the Manciple he tooke the gourd again,</l>
                     <l>And of the drinke the Cooke was full fain:</l>
                     <l>And thonked him in ſuch wiſe as he coud.</l>
                     <l>Then gan our hoſt to laugh wonder loud,</l>
                     <l>* And ſaied: I ſee well it is neceſſary</l>
                     <l>Where y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we gon, good drinke with vs to cary</l>
                     <l>For that will turne rancour and diſeaſe</l>
                     <l>To accord and loue, and many a word peaſe.</l>
                     <l>O Bacchus, ybleſſed be thy holy name,</l>
                     <l>That ſo canſt turne earneſt into game:</l>
                     <l>Worſhip and thonke be to thy deite.</l>
                     <l>Of that matter ye get no more of me.</l>
                     <l>Tell on thy tale thou Manciple, I thee pray.</l>
                     <l>Well ſir (qd. he) herkeneth what I ſay.</l>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <head>¶The Manciples Tale.</head>
                        <argument>
                           <p>Phoebus keepeth a white Crow, which can ſpeak
as a Jay: The Crow accuſeth his wife, of whom
he was too jelous, to have played falſe in his
abſence. Hereupon with an arrow he ſlayeth
his wife: but after repenting of his raſhneſs, he
taketh revenge of the Crow.</p>
                        </argument>
                        <l>WHen Phebus dwelled here in earth adoun,</l>
                        <l>As old books to vs make mentioun:</l>
                        <l>He was the moſt luſtie batcheler</l>
                        <l>Of all the world, &amp; eke y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> beſt archer:</l>
                        <l>He ſlough Pheton the ſerpent, as he lay</l>
                        <l>Sleeping ayenſt the Sunne vpon a day.</l>
                        <l>And many another noble worthy dede</l>
                        <l>He with his bow wrought, as men mow rede.</l>
                        <l>Play he could on euery minſtralcie,</l>
                        <l>And ſing, that it was a melodie</l>
                        <l>To heren of his clere voice the ſoun.</l>
                        <l>Certes the king of Thebes, Amphioun,</l>
                        <l>That with his ſong, walled the cite,</l>
                        <l>Could neuer ſing halfe ſo well as he:</l>
                        <l>And thereto he was the ſeemeliſt man</l>
                        <l>That is or was, ſith the world began.</l>
                        <l>What needeth it his feture to diſcriue?</l>
                        <l>For in this world nas none ſo faire aliue.</l>
                        <l>He was therewith fulfilled of gentleneſſe,</l>
                        <l>Of honour, and of perfite worthineſſe.</l>
                        <l>This Phebus, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was floure of bachelerie,</l>
                        <l>As well in freedome, as in chiualrie,</l>
                        <l>For his diſport, in ſigne eke of victorie</l>
                        <l>Of Pheton, ſo as telleth vs the ſtorie,</l>
                        <l>Was wont to beare in his hond a bow:</l>
                        <l>Now had this Phebus in his hous a crow</l>
                        <l>Within a cage yfoſtred many a day,</l>
                        <l>And taught in ſpeech, as men teach a Iay.</l>
                        <l>White was this crow, as is a white Swan,</l>
                        <l>And counterfete the ſpeech of euery man</l>
                        <l>He could, when as he ſhould tell a tale.</l>
                        <l>There was in all this world no Nightingale</l>
                        <l>Ne could by an hundred thouſand dele</l>
                        <l>Sing ſo wonderly merry and wele.</l>
                        <l>Now had this Phebus in his hous a wife,</l>
                        <l>Which that he loued more than his life,</l>
                        <l>And night and day did euer his dilligence</l>
                        <l>Her for to pleaſe, and doe her reuerence:</l>
                        <l>Saue onely, if I the ſooth ſhall ſain,</l>
                        <l>Ielous he was, and wold haue kept her fain.</l>
                        <l>For him were loth yaped for to bee,</l>
                        <l>And ſo is euery wight in ſuch degree:</l>
                        <l>But all for nought, for it auaileth nought:</l>
                        <l>* A good wife, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is clene of werke &amp; thought,</l>
                        <l>Should not be kept in none await certaine:</l>
                        <l>And truly the labour is in vaine</l>
                        <l>To keepe a ſhrew, for it woll not be:</l>
                        <l>This hold I for a very nicete</l>
                        <l>To ſpill labour, for to keepe our wiues:</l>
                        <l>Thus writeth old clerkes in her liues.</l>
                        <l>But now to purpoſe, as I firſt began:</l>
                        <l>This worthy Phebus doth all that he can</l>
                        <l>To pleaſe her, wening through ſuch pleſaunce</l>
                        <l>And for his manhood &amp; for his gouernaunce</l>
                        <l>That no man ſhould put him from her grace:</l>
                        <l>But God it wote, there may no man embrace,</l>
                        <l>* As to diſtraine a thing, which that nature</l>
                        <l>Hath naturally ſet in a creature.</l>
                        <l>Take any bird, and put him in a cage,</l>
                        <l>And doe all thine entent, and thy corage,</l>
                        <l>To foſter it tenderly with meat and drinke</l>
                        <l>Of all dainties that thou canſt bethinke,</l>
                        <l>And keepe it alſo cleanely as thou may,</l>
                        <l>Although the cage of gold be neuer ſo gay,</l>
                        <l>Yet had this bird by twentie thouſand fold,</l>
                        <l>Leuer in a forreſt, that is wide and cold,</l>
                        <l>Goe eaten wormes, and ſuch wretchedneſſe.</l>
                        <l>For euer this bird will doe his buſineſſe</l>
                        <l>To eſcape out of his cage when he may:</l>
                        <l>His libertie the bird deſireth aye.</l>
                        <l>Let take a Cat, and foſter her with milke</l>
                        <l>And tender fleſh, and make her couch of ſilke,</l>
                        <l>And let her ſee a Mouſe go by the wall,</l>
                        <l>Anon ſhe weiueth fleſh, and couch, and all,</l>
                        <l>And euery deintie that is in that hous,</l>
                        <l>Such appetite hath ſhe to eat the Mous.</l>
                        <l>* Lo here hath luſt his domination,</l>
                        <l>And appetite flemeth diſcretion.</l>
                        <l>A ſhee Wolfe hath alſo ſo villanous kind,</l>
                        <l>The leudeſt Wolfe that euer ſhe may find,</l>
                        <l>Or leaſt of reputation, that ſhe woll take</l>
                        <l>In time when her luſt to haue a make.</l>
                        <l>All theſe enſamples ſpeake I by thoſe men</l>
                        <l>That been vntrue, and nothing by women.</l>
                        <l>* For men haue euer a licorous appetite</l>
                        <l>On lower thing to performe her delite,</l>
                        <l>Than on her wiues, be they neuer ſo faire,</l>
                        <l>Ne neuer ſo true, ne ſo debonaire.</l>
                        <l>Fleſh is ſo newfangle, with miſchaunce,</l>
                        <l>That we ne con in nothing haue pleaſaunce,</l>
                        <l>That ſouneth vnto vertue any while.</l>
                        <l>Now this Phebus which thought no gile,</l>
                        <l>Diſceiued was for all his iolite:</l>
                        <l>For vnder him another had ſhe,</l>
                        <l>A man of little reputation,</l>
                        <l>Nought worth to Phebus in compariſon:</l>
                        <l>The more harme is, it happeth oft ſo:</l>
                        <l>Of which there commeth much harme &amp; wo.</l>
                        <l>And ſo befell, when Phebus was abſent,</l>
                        <l>His wife anon hath for her lemman ſent</l>
                        <l>Her lemman, certes that is a knauiſh ſpeech,</l>
                        <l>Foryeue it me, and that I you beſeech.</l>
                        <l>The wiſe Plato ſaieth, as ye mow rede,</l>
                        <l>* The word muſt needs accord with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> dede.</l>
                        <l>
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If men ſhould tell properly a thing,</l>
                        <l>The word muſt couſin be to the working.</l>
                        <l>I am a boiſtous man, right thus ſay I,</l>
                        <l>There is but little difference truely</l>
                        <l>Betwixt a wife that is of high degree,</l>
                        <l>(If of her body diſhoneſt ſhe be)</l>
                        <l>And a poore wench, any other than this,</l>
                        <l>If it ſo be they werke both amis.</l>
                        <l>But for the gentill is in eſtate aboue,</l>
                        <l>She ſhal be called his lady and his love,</l>
                        <l>And for that tother is a poore woman,</l>
                        <l>She ſhal be called his wench or his lemman:</l>
                        <l>* And God it wote, mine owne dere brother,</l>
                        <l>Men lay as low that one as that other.</l>
                        <l>Right ſo betwixt a titleleſſe tiraunt,</l>
                        <l>And an outlaw, or a theefe erraunt,</l>
                        <l>The ſame I ſay, there is no difference.</l>
                        <l>(To Alexander was told this ſentence)</l>
                        <l>That for the tyrant is of greater might</l>
                        <l>By force of meine to ſlea doune right,</l>
                        <l>And bren houſe and home, &amp; make all plain,</l>
                        <l>Lo therfore is he called a captain.</l>
                        <l>And for the outlaw hath but ſmale meine,</l>
                        <l>And maie not doe ſo great an harme, as he,</l>
                        <l>Ne bring a Countrey to ſo great miſchiefe,</l>
                        <l>Men callen him an outlawe or a thiefe.</l>
                        <l>But for I am a man not textuele,</l>
                        <l>I woll not tell of textes neuer a dele.</l>
                        <l>I woll goe to my tale, as I began.</l>
                        <l>When Phebus wife had ſent for her lem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man,</l>
                        <l>Anon they wrought all their luſt volage.</l>
                        <l>This white crowe, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hing aie in the cage,</l>
                        <l>Beheld their werke, and ſaied neuer a word:</l>
                        <l>And when home was come Phebus the lord,</l>
                        <l>This crowe ſong, cuckow, cuckow, cuckow.</l>
                        <l>What bird (qd. Phebus) w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſingeſt thou?</l>
                        <l>Were thou not wont ſo merily to ſing,</l>
                        <l>That to my hart it was reioyſing</l>
                        <l>To heare thy voice? alas, what ſong is this?</l>
                        <l>By God (qd. he) I ſing not amis:</l>
                        <l>Phebus (qd. he) for all thy worthineſſe,</l>
                        <l>For all thy beaute, and thy gentilneſſe,</l>
                        <l>For all thy ſong, and thy minſtralcie,</l>
                        <l>* For all thy waiting, blered is thine iye.</l>
                        <l>With one of little reputation,</l>
                        <l>Not worth to thee in compariſon</l>
                        <l>The mountenance of a gnat, ſo mote I thriue:</l>
                        <l>For on the bedde, thy wife I ſaw him ſwiue,</l>
                        <l>What wol you more? y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> crow anon him told,</l>
                        <l>By full ſad tokens, and by words bold,</l>
                        <l>How that his wife had doen her lecherie</l>
                        <l>Him to great ſhame, and to great villanie,</l>
                        <l>And told him eft, he ſawe it with his iyen.</l>
                        <l>This Phebus gan awayward for to wryen.</l>
                        <l>Him thought his wofull hart braſt a two.</l>
                        <l>His bowe he bent, and ſet therein a flo,</l>
                        <l>And in his ire he hath his wife ſlain:</l>
                        <l>This is the effect, there is no more to ſain.</l>
                        <l>For ſorrow whereof he brake his minſtralſie:</l>
                        <l>Both Harp and Lute, Getern, and Sautrie,</l>
                        <l>And eke he brake his arrowes, &amp; his bowe,</l>
                        <l>And after that, thus ſpake he to the crowe.</l>
                        <l>Traitour (qd. he) with tong of Scorpion</l>
                        <l>Thou haſt me brought to my confuſion:</l>
                        <l>Alas that I was wrought, why nere I dedde.</l>
                        <l>O dere wife, O gemme, O luſtie hedde,</l>
                        <l>That were to me ſo ſad, and eke ſo true,</l>
                        <l>Now lyeſt thou dedde with face pale of hewe.</l>
                        <l>Full giltleſſe, that durſt I ſweare iwis:</l>
                        <l>O rakell hond, to do ſo foule amis.</l>
                        <l>* O troubled wit, O yre retcheleſſe,</l>
                        <l>That vnauiſed ſmiteſt guiltleſſe.</l>
                        <l>O wantruſt, full of falſe ſuſpection,</l>
                        <l>Where was thy wit and thy diſcretion?</l>
                        <l>* Oh euerie man beware of rekilneſſe,</l>
                        <l>Ne trowe nothing, without ſtrong witneſſe.</l>
                        <l>Smite not to ſone, er that thou wete why,</l>
                        <l>And be auiſed well and ſikerly</l>
                        <l>Or ye doe any execution</l>
                        <l>Vpon your yre, for ſuſpection.</l>
                        <l>* Alas, a thouſand folke hath rekell ire</l>
                        <l>Fully fordoen, and brought hem in the mire.</l>
                        <l>Alas for ſorowe I woll my ſelfe ſle.</l>
                        <l>And to the crowe, O falſe thefe ſaid he,</l>
                        <l>I woll thee quite anon thy falſe tale.</l>
                        <l>Thou ſong whilom, as any Nitingale,</l>
                        <l>Now ſhalt thou falſe thefe, thy ſong forgone,</l>
                        <l>And eke thy white fethers euerychone.</l>
                        <l>Ne neuer in all thy life ſhalt thou ſpeake,</l>
                        <l>Thus ſhull men on a traitour be a wreake.</l>
                        <l>Thou and thine of-ſpring euer ſhall be blake,</l>
                        <l>Ne neuer after ſweet noiſe ſhall ye make,</l>
                        <l>But euer crie ayenſt tempeſt and raine,</l>
                        <l>In token, that through thee my wife is ſlaine.</l>
                        <l>And to the crow he ſtert, and that anon,</l>
                        <l>And pulled of his white fethers euerychon,</l>
                        <l>And made him black, &amp; reft him of all his ſong</l>
                        <l>And eke his ſpeech, &amp; out at doore him ſlong</l>
                        <l>Vnto the deuill, which I him betake:</l>
                        <l>And for this cauſe been all crowes blake.</l>
                        <l>Lordings, by this enſample I wol you pray</l>
                        <l>* Beware, and take kepe what I ſay:</l>
                        <l>Ne telleth neuer no man in your life,</l>
                        <l>How that another man hath dight his wife,</l>
                        <l>He woll you hate mortally certain.</l>
                        <l>Dan Salomon, as wiſe Clerkes ſain,</l>
                        <l>Teacheth a man to keepe his tong well:</l>
                        <l>But as I ſaied, I am not textuell.</l>
                        <l>But natheleſſe, thus taught me my dame,</l>
                        <l>My ſonne thinke on the crowe a Gods name:</l>
                        <l>My ſonne kepe wel thy tong, &amp; kepe thy frend</l>
                        <l>A wicked tong is worſe then a fend:</l>
                        <l>My ſonne, from a fende men may hem bleſſe.</l>
                        <l>My ſonne, God of his endleſſe goodneſſe,</l>
                        <l>Walled a tong with teeth, and lippes eke,</l>
                        <l>For man ſhould him auiſe what he ſpeke.</l>
                        <l>* My ſonne, full oft for too mikell ſpeach,</l>
                        <l>Hath many a man be ſpilt, as Clerkes teach:</l>
                        <l>But for little ſpeech ſpoken auiſedly</l>
                        <l>Is no man ſhent, to ſpeake generally.</l>
                        <l>My ſonne, thy tong ſhouldeſt thou reſtrain,</l>
                        <l>At all times, but when thou doeſt thy pain</l>
                        <l>To ſpeake of God in honour and prayere.</l>
                        <l>The firſt vertue ſonne, if thou wolt lere,</l>
                        <l>Is to reſtrain, and kepe well thy tong:</l>
                        <l>Thus learne Children, when they be yong.</l>
                        <l>* My ſonne, of mikell ſpeaking vnauiſed,</l>
                        <l>(There leſſe ſpeaking had inough ſuffiſed)</l>
                        <l>Cometh mikell harme, thus was me taught,</l>
                        <l>In much ſpeech there ſinne wanteth naught.</l>
                        <l>Woſte thou wherefore a rakell tong ſerueth:</l>
                        <l>Right as a ſword forcutteth and forkerueth</l>
                        <l>
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An arme on two, my dere ſonne right ſo</l>
                        <l>A tongue cutteth friendſhip all atwo.</l>
                        <l>A iangler is to God abhominable,</l>
                        <l>Rede Salomon, ſo wiſe and honourable,</l>
                        <l>Rede David in his Pſalmes, rede Seneck,</l>
                        <l>My ſonne ſpeake not, ne with thy head beck:</l>
                        <l>* Diſſimule as thou were deafe, if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou here</l>
                        <l>The janglour ſpeaketh of perlous mattere.</l>
                        <l>The Flemming ſaieth, learn if that thou leſt,</l>
                        <l>* That little jangling cauſeth much reſt.</l>
                        <l>* My ſonne, If thou no wicked word haſt ſaid,</l>
                        <l>Thee dare not drede for to be bewraid:</l>
                        <l>But he that hath miſſaied, I dare well ſaine,</l>
                        <l>He may by no way clepe his word againe.</l>
                        <l>Thing that is ſaied, is ſayed, &amp; forth it goth,</l>
                        <l>Though him repent, or be never ſo loth,</l>
                        <l>He is thrall to him to whom he hath ſaied</l>
                        <l>A tale, for which he is now evill apaied.</l>
                        <l>* My ſonne beware, and be none authour new</l>
                        <l>Of tidings, whether they be fals or trew.</l>
                        <l>Where ſo thou come, among high or low,</l>
                        <l>Keepe well thy tong, and thinke on the crow.</l>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <head>¶The Plowmans Prologue.</head>
                     <lg>
                        <l>THe Plowman plucked up his plowe,</l>
                        <l>When Midſummer Moone was comen in,</l>
                        <l>And ſayed his beaſtes ſhould eat ynowe,</l>
                        <l>And lieg in the graſſe up to the chin:</l>
                        <l>They been feeble both Oxe and Cowe,</l>
                        <l>Of hem nis left but bone and skin:</l>
                        <l>He ſhoke off ſhere, and coulter off drowe,</l>
                        <l>And honged his harneis on a pin.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>He tooke his tabard and his ſtaffe eke,</l>
                        <l>And on his head he ſet his hat:</l>
                        <l>And ſaied he would ſaint Thomas ſeeke,</l>
                        <l>On pilgrimage he goth forth plat:</l>
                        <l>In ſcrippe he bare both bread and leekes,</l>
                        <l>He was forſwonke, and all forſwat,</l>
                        <l>Men might have ſeene through both his chekes,</l>
                        <l>And euery wang tooth, and where it ſat.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Our hoſte beheld well all about:</l>
                        <l>And ſaw this man was Sonne ybrent,</l>
                        <l>He knew well by his ſenged ſnout,</l>
                        <l>And by his clothes that were to rent,</l>
                        <l>He was a man wont to walke about,</l>
                        <l>He was not alway in cloyſter ypent:</l>
                        <l>He could not religiouſliche lout,</l>
                        <l>And therefore was he fully ſhent.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Our hoſte him asked, what man art thou?</l>
                        <l>Sir (quoth he) I am an hine,</l>
                        <l>For I am wont to goe to plow,</l>
                        <l>And earne my meat ere that I dine:</l>
                        <l>To ſwette and ſwinke I make auow,</l>
                        <l>My wife and children therewith to find,</l>
                        <l>And ſerve God and I wiſt how,</l>
                        <l>But we leaud men been full blind.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>For clerkes ſay we ſhullen be faine</l>
                        <l>For her livelod ſwette and ſwinke,</l>
                        <l>And they right nought vs giue againe,</l>
                        <l>Neither to eat, ne yet to drinke:</l>
                        <l>They mowe by law as they ſaine,</l>
                        <l>Vs curſe and damne to hell brinke,</l>
                        <l>Thus they putten us to paine</l>
                        <l>With candles queint, and bells clinke.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>They make us thrals at her luſt,</l>
                        <l>And ſaine we mow not els be ſaued:</l>
                        <l>They haue the corne, and we the duſt,</l>
                        <l>Who ſpeaks thereagaine, they ſay he raued.</l>
                        <l>What man (qd. our hoſt) canſt thou preach?</l>
                        <l>Come neere and tell us ſome holy thing:</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Sir (quoth he) I heard ones teach</l>
                        <l>A prieſt in pulpit a good preaching.</l>
                        <l>Say on (quoth our hoſt) I thee beſeech:</l>
                        <l>Sir, I am ready at your bidding:</l>
                        <l>I pray you that no man me reproch</l>
                        <l>While that I am my tale telling.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <div type="text_of_tale">
                        <div n="1" type="part">
                           <head>¶The Plowmans Tale.</head>
                           <argument>
                              <p>A complaint againſt the Pride and Covetouſneſs
of the Clergy: made no doubt by Chaucer
with the reſt of his Tales. For I have ſeen it in
written hand in John Stowes Library, in a Book
of ſuch Antiquity, as ſeemeth to have been
written near to Chaucer's time.</p>
                           </argument>
                           <lg>
                              <l>ASterne ſtrife is ſtirred newe,</l>
                              <l>In many ſteedes in a ſtound,</l>
                              <l>Of ſundry ſeeds that been ſewe,</l>
                              <l>It ſeemeth that ſome been unſound:</l>
                              <l>For ſome be great growne on ground,</l>
                              <l>Some been ſoukle, ſimple, and ſmall,</l>
                              <l>Whether of hem is falſer found,</l>
                              <l>The falſer foule mote him befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>That one ſide is, that I of tell</l>
                              <l>Popes, Cardinals, and Prelates,</l>
                              <l>Parſons, Monkes, and Freres fell,</l>
                              <l>Priours, Abbots, of great eſtates:</l>
                              <l>Of heauen and hell they keep the yates,</l>
                              <l>And Peters ſucceſſours they been all,</l>
                              <l>This is deemed by old dates,</l>
                              <l>But falſhed foule mote it befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The other ſide ben poore and pale,</l>
                              <l>And people put out of preaſe,</l>
                              <l>And ſeeme caitiues ſore a cale,</l>
                              <l>And euer in one without encreaſe,</l>
                              <l>Icleped lollers and londleſe:</l>
                              <l>Who toteth on hem they ben vntall</l>
                              <l>They ben araied all for the peace,</l>
                              <l>But falſhed foule mote it befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Many a countrey have I ſought,</l>
                              <l>To know the falſer of theſe two:</l>
                              <l>But euer my travaile was for nought,</l>
                              <l>All ſo ferre as I have go.</l>
                              <l>But as I wandred in a wro,</l>
                              <l>In a wood beſide a wall,</l>
                              <l>Two foules ſaw I ſitten tho</l>
                              <l>The falſer foule mote him befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>That one did plete on the Popes ſide</l>
                              <l>A Griffon of a grimme ſtature,</l>
                              <l>A Pellicane withouten pride</l>
                              <l>To theſe lollers laied his lure:</l>
                              <l>
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He muſed his matter in meaſure,</l>
                              <l>To counſaile Chriſt ever gan he call:</l>
                              <l>The Griffon ſhewed a ſharpe fuyre.</l>
                              <l>But falſhed foule mote it befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The Pellicane began to preach</l>
                              <l>Both of mercie and of meekeneſſe:</l>
                              <l>And ſaied that Chriſt ſo gan us teach,</l>
                              <l>And meeke and merciable gan bleſſe:</l>
                              <l>The Euangely beareth witneſſe,</l>
                              <l>A lambe he likeneth Chriſt ouer all,</l>
                              <l>In tokening that he meekeſt was,</l>
                              <l>Sith pride was out of heauen fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And ſo ſhould euery Chriſtened be:</l>
                              <l>Prieſtes, Peters ſucceſſours</l>
                              <l>Beth lowliche and of low degree,</l>
                              <l>And vſen none earthly honours:</l>
                              <l>Neither croune, ne curious couetours,</l>
                              <l>Ne pillour, ne other proud pall,</l>
                              <l>Ne nought to cofren vp great treaſours,</l>
                              <l>For falſhed foule mote it befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Prieſtes ſhould for no cattell plede,</l>
                              <l>But chaſten hem in charite:</l>
                              <l>Ne to no battaile ſhould men lede,</l>
                              <l>For inhaunſing of her owne degree.</l>
                              <l>Nat wilne firting in high ſee,</l>
                              <l>Ne ſoueraignty in hous ne hall,</l>
                              <l>All wordly worſhip defie and flee:</l>
                              <l>For who willeth highnes, foule ſhal fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Alas who may ſuch ſaints call,</l>
                              <l>That wilneth welde earthly honour:</l>
                              <l>As low as Lucifere ſuch ſhal fall</l>
                              <l>In balefull blackneſſe to builden her boure,</l>
                              <l>That eggeth the people to errour,</l>
                              <l>And maketh them to hem thrall:</l>
                              <l>To Chriſt I hold ſuch one traitour,</l>
                              <l>As low as Lucifer ſuch one ſhall fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>That willeth to be kings peeres,</l>
                              <l>And higher than the Emperour:</l>
                              <l>And ſome that were but poore Freres,</l>
                              <l>Now wollen waxe a warriour.</l>
                              <l>God is not her gouernour,</l>
                              <l>That holdeth no man his permagall,</l>
                              <l>While couetiſe is her counſailour,</l>
                              <l>All ſuch falſhed mote need fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>That high on horſe willeth ride</l>
                              <l>In glitterande gold of great array,</l>
                              <l>Ipainted and portred all in pride,</l>
                              <l>No common knight may go ſo gay:</l>
                              <l>Chaunge of clothing euery day,</l>
                              <l>With golden girdles great and ſmall</l>
                              <l>As boiſtous as is Beare at bay,</l>
                              <l>All ſuch falſhed mote need fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>With pride puniſheth they the poore,</l>
                              <l>And ſome they ſuſtaine with ſale,</l>
                              <l>Of holy church make they an hore,</l>
                              <l>And filleth her wombe with wine and ale:</l>
                              <l>With money fill they many a male,</l>
                              <l>And chaffren churches when they fall,</l>
                              <l>And telleth the people a leaud tale,</l>
                              <l>Such falſe faitours foule hem befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>With chaunge of many manner meates;</l>
                              <l>With ſong and ſolas ſitting long,</l>
                              <l>And filleth her wombe, and faſt fretes,</l>
                              <l>And from the meat to the gong:</l>
                              <l>And after meat with harpe and ſong.</l>
                              <l>And ech man mote hem Lords call,</l>
                              <l>And hote ſpices euer among,</l>
                              <l>Such falſe faitours foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And miters mo than one or two,</l>
                              <l>Ipearled as the queenes head:</l>
                              <l>A ſtaffe of gold, and perrie lo,</l>
                              <l>As heauie as it were made of lead,</l>
                              <l>With cloth of gold both new and redde,</l>
                              <l>With glitterande gold as greene as gall:</l>
                              <l>By dome they damne men to dedde,</l>
                              <l>All ſuch faitours foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And Chriſts people proudly curſe</l>
                              <l>With broad boke, and braying bell:</l>
                              <l>To put pennies in her purſe,</l>
                              <l>They wol fell both heauen and hell.</l>
                              <l>And in her ſentence and thou wilt dwell,</l>
                              <l>They willen geſſe in her gay hall,</l>
                              <l>And thou the ſooth of hem will tell,</l>
                              <l>In great curſing ſhalt thou fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>That is bleſſed, that they bleſſe,</l>
                              <l>And curſed that they curſe woll:</l>
                              <l>And thus the people they oppreſſe,</l>
                              <l>And haue their lordſhips at full.</l>
                              <l>And many be marchaunts of wull,</l>
                              <l>And to purſe pennies woll come thrall:</l>
                              <l>The poore people they all to pull,</l>
                              <l>Such falſe faitours foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Lords alſo mote to hem loute,</l>
                              <l>Obeyſaunt to her brode bleſſing.</l>
                              <l>The riden with her royall route</l>
                              <l>On a courſer, as it were a king,</l>
                              <l>With ſaddle of gold glittering,</l>
                              <l>With curious harneſs quaintly crall it,</l>
                              <l>Stirrops gay of gold maſtling,</l>
                              <l>All ſuch falſhed foule befall it.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Chriſtes miniſters clepen they beene,</l>
                              <l>And rulen all in robberie:</l>
                              <l>But Antichriſt they ſeruen clene,</l>
                              <l>Attired all in tyrannie:</l>
                              <l>Witneſſe of Iohns prophecie,</l>
                              <l>That Antichriſt is her admirall,</l>
                              <l>Tiffelers attired in trecherie,</l>
                              <l>All ſuch faitours foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Who ſaith, that ſome of hem may ſinne,</l>
                              <l>He ſhall be dome to be ded:</l>
                              <l>Some of hem woll gladly winne</l>
                              <l>All ayenſt that which God forbed:</l>
                              <l>All holieſt they clepen her head,</l>
                              <l>That of her rule is regall:</l>
                              <l>Alas that euer they eaten bread,</l>
                              <l>For all ſuch falſhed wol foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Her head loueth all honour,</l>
                              <l>And to be worſhiped in word and dede.</l>
                              <l>Kings mote to hem kneele and coure,</l>
                              <l>
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To the Apoſtles that Chriſt forbede.</l>
                              <l>To popes heſtes ſuch taketh more hede,</l>
                              <l>Than to keepe Chriſts commaundement:</l>
                              <l>Of gold and ſilver mote been her wede,</l>
                              <l>They holdeth him hole omnipotent.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He ordaineth by his ordinaunce</l>
                              <l>To pariſh prieſtes a powere:</l>
                              <l>To another a greater auaunce,</l>
                              <l>A greater point to his miſtere.</l>
                              <l>But for he is higheſt in earth here,</l>
                              <l>To him reſerves he many a point:</l>
                              <l>But to Chriſt that hath no pere,</l>
                              <l>Reſerves he neither o pin ne point.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>So ſeemeth he above all,</l>
                              <l>And Chriſt above him nothing:</l>
                              <l>When he ſitteth in his ſtall,</l>
                              <l>He damneth and ſaveth as him thinke:</l>
                              <l>Such pride tofore God doth ſtinke:</l>
                              <l>An angel had Iohn to him not kneele,</l>
                              <l>But onely to God doe his bowing,</l>
                              <l>Such willers of worſhip muſt need evil feele:</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They ne clepen Chriſt, but ſanctus deus,</l>
                              <l>And clepen her head Sanctiſſimus:</l>
                              <l>They that ſuch a ſect ſewis,</l>
                              <l>I trowe they taken hem amiſſe:</l>
                              <l>In earth here they have her bliſſe,</l>
                              <l>Her high maiſter is Beliall.</l>
                              <l>Chriſtes people from hem wiſſe,</l>
                              <l>For all ſuch falſe will foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They mowe both binde and loſe,</l>
                              <l>And all is for her holy life:</l>
                              <l>To ſave or damne they mow choſe,</l>
                              <l>Betweene hem now is great ſtrife.</l>
                              <l>Many a man is killed with knife,</l>
                              <l>To wete which of hem haue lordſhip ſhall,</l>
                              <l>For ſuch Chriſt ſuffred wounds five,</l>
                              <l>For all ſuch falſhed will foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Chriſt ſaid: Qui gladio percutit,</l>
                              <l>With ſwerd ſurely he ſhall die:</l>
                              <l>* He had his prieſts peace and grith,</l>
                              <l>And bad hem not drede for to die.</l>
                              <l>And bad them he both ſimple and ſlie,</l>
                              <l>And carke not for no cattell,</l>
                              <l>And truſteth on God that ſitteth on hie,</l>
                              <l>For all falſe ſhall full foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Theſe wollen make men to ſwere</l>
                              <l>Ayenſt Chriſtes commaundement:</l>
                              <l>And Chriſtes members all to tere</l>
                              <l>On roode, as he were new yrent.</l>
                              <l>Such lawes they maken by common aſſent:</l>
                              <l>Each one it throweth as a ball,</l>
                              <l>Thus the poore be fully ſhent,</l>
                              <l>But euer falſhed foule it befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They vſen no ſimonie,</l>
                              <l>But ſellen churches and priories:</l>
                              <l>Ne they uſen no enuie,</l>
                              <l>But curſen all hem contraries,</l>
                              <l>And hireth men by daies and yeares,</l>
                              <l>With ſtrength to hold hem in her ſtall:</l>
                              <l>And culleth all her adverſaries.</l>
                              <l>Therefore falſhed foule thou fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>With purſe they purchaſe perſonage,</l>
                              <l>With purſe they paynen hem to plede,</l>
                              <l>And men of warre they woll wage</l>
                              <l>To bring her enemies to the dede:</l>
                              <l>And lords liues they woll lede,</l>
                              <l>And much take, and giue but ſmall:</l>
                              <l>But he it ſo get, from it ſhall ſhede,</l>
                              <l>And make ſuch falſe right foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They halow nothing but for hire</l>
                              <l>Church, ne font, ne veſtement,</l>
                              <l>And make orders in every ſhire,</l>
                              <l>But prieſtes pay for the parchment.</l>
                              <l>Of riotours they taken rent,</l>
                              <l>Therewith they ſmere the ſhepes skall:</l>
                              <l>For many Churches ben oft ſuſpent</l>
                              <l>And all ſuch falſhed foule it fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Some liueth not in lecherie,</l>
                              <l>But haunt wenches, widowes, and wiues,</l>
                              <l>And puniſheth the poore for putree.</l>
                              <l>Them ſelfe it vſeth all their liues:</l>
                              <l>And but a man to them him ſhrives,</l>
                              <l>To heuen come he neuer ſhall,</l>
                              <l>He ſhall be curſed as be caitiues,</l>
                              <l>To hell they ſaine that he ſhall fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>There was more mercy in Maximien,</l>
                              <l>And in Nero, that neuer was good,</l>
                              <l>Than is now in ſome of them,</l>
                              <l>When he hath on his furred hood.</l>
                              <l>They follow Chriſt that ſhed his blood</l>
                              <l>To heauen, as buckette into the wall:</l>
                              <l>Such wretches ben worſe than wood,</l>
                              <l>And all ſuch faitours foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They give her almes to the riche,</l>
                              <l>To mainteynours, and men of lawe:</l>
                              <l>For to lords they well be liche,</l>
                              <l>An harlots ſonne not worth an hawe</l>
                              <l>Sothfaſtneſſe all ſuch han ſlawe:</l>
                              <l>They kembe her crokettes with chriſtall,</l>
                              <l>And drede of God they haue doun drawe,</l>
                              <l>All ſuch faitours foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They maken parſons for the penny,</l>
                              <l>And Canons, and her Cardinals,</l>
                              <l>Vnnethes amonges hem all is any,</l>
                              <l>That he ne hath gloſed the goſpell fals.</l>
                              <l>For Chriſt made never no Cathedrals,</l>
                              <l>Ne with him was no Cardinall,</l>
                              <l>With a redde hatte as vſen minſtrals.</l>
                              <l>But falſhede foule mote it befall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Their tithing, and her offering both.</l>
                              <l>They clemeth it by poſſeſſion,</l>
                              <l>Thereof nill they none forgo,</l>
                              <l>But robben men as raunſome.</l>
                              <l>The tithing of Turpe lucrum</l>
                              <l>With theſe Maiſters is vrniall.</l>
                              <l>Tithing of brybry, and larſon</l>
                              <l>Will make falſhood full foule to fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
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                              <l>They taken to ferme her ſompnours</l>
                              <l>To harme the people what they may:</l>
                              <l>To pardoners, and falſe faitours</l>
                              <l>Sell her ſeales I dare well ſay:</l>
                              <l>And all to holden great aray,</l>
                              <l>To multiply hem more metall.</l>
                              <l>They drede full little domes day,</l>
                              <l>When all ſuch falſhed ſhall foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Such harlottes ſhul men diſclaunder,</l>
                              <l>For they ſhullen maken hem gree:</l>
                              <l>And ben as proude as Alexander,</l>
                              <l>And ſaine to the poore, woe be ye.</l>
                              <l>By yere eche Prieſt ſhal pay his fee</l>
                              <l>To encreaſe his lemmans call:</l>
                              <l>Such heerdes ſhul wel iuel thee,</l>
                              <l>And al ſuch falſe ſhul foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And if a man be falſely famed,</l>
                              <l>And wol make purgatioun,</l>
                              <l>Than woll the officers be agramed,</l>
                              <l>And aſſigne him fro toune to toun:</l>
                              <l>So need he muſt pay raunſome,</l>
                              <l>Though he be clene, as is Chriſtall,</l>
                              <l>And then have an abſolution.</l>
                              <l>But al ſuch falſe ſhull foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Though he be giltie of the dede,</l>
                              <l>And that he may money paie,</l>
                              <l>Al the while his purſe wol blede,</l>
                              <l>He may vſe it fro day to day:</l>
                              <l>The Biſhops officers gone ful gay,</l>
                              <l>And this game they vſen ouer all,</l>
                              <l>The poore to pill is all their pray.</l>
                              <l>Al ſuch falſe ſhull foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Alas, God ordained never ſuch lawe</l>
                              <l>Ne no ſuch craft of couetiſe:</l>
                              <l>He forbad it by his ſawe,</l>
                              <l>Such gouernours mowen of God agriſe,</l>
                              <l>For al his rules he is right wiſe,</l>
                              <l>Theſe new points ben papall,</l>
                              <l>And all Gods law they diſpiſe.</l>
                              <l>All ſuch faitours ſhull foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They ſaine that Peter had the key</l>
                              <l>Of heuen and hel, to haue and hold,</l>
                              <l>I trowe Peter tooke no money</l>
                              <l>For no ſinnes that he ſold:</l>
                              <l>Such ſucceſſours ben to bold,</l>
                              <l>In winning al their wit they wral,</l>
                              <l>Her conſcience is waxen cold:</l>
                              <l>And al ſuch faitours foule hem fal.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Peter was never ſo great a fole</l>
                              <l>To leaue his key with ſuch a lorell:</l>
                              <l>Or take ſuch a curſed tole,</l>
                              <l>He was adviſed nothing well.</l>
                              <l>I trowe they have the key of hell,</l>
                              <l>Their Maiſter is of that place marſhall,</l>
                              <l>For there they dreſſen hem to dwell:</l>
                              <l>And with falſe Lucifer there to fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They been as proud as Lucifarre,</l>
                              <l>As angry and as enuious,</l>
                              <l>From good faith they ben ful farre,</l>
                              <l>In couetiſe they ben curious:</l>
                              <l>To catch cattle as couetous</l>
                              <l>As hound, that for hunger woll yall,</l>
                              <l>Vngodly and vngracious,</l>
                              <l>And needly ſuch falſhed ſhall foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The Pope and he were Peters heire,</l>
                              <l>Me thinke he erreth in this caſe:</l>
                              <l>When choſe of Biſhops is in deſpaire</l>
                              <l>To choſen hem in diuers place:</l>
                              <l>A lord ſhall write to him for grace,</l>
                              <l>For his clerke anone pray he ſhall,</l>
                              <l>So ſhall he ſpeed his purchaſe.</l>
                              <l>And all ſuch falſe foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Though he can do no good,</l>
                              <l>A lords prayer ſhall be ſped:</l>
                              <l>Though he be wild of will or wood,</l>
                              <l>Not underſtanding what men han red:</l>
                              <l>A leud boſter, and that God forbed.</l>
                              <l>* As good a biſhop is my horſe ball:</l>
                              <l>Such a Pope is foule beſted,</l>
                              <l>And at laſt he woll foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>He maketh biſhops for earthly thanke,</l>
                              <l>And nothing at all for Chriſts ſake:</l>
                              <l>Such that been full fat and ranke,</l>
                              <l>To ſoule heale none heed they take.</l>
                              <l>All is well done whateuer they make,</l>
                              <l>They ſhall anſwere at ones for all,</l>
                              <l>For worlds thanke ſuch worch and wake.</l>
                              <l>And all ſuch falſe ſhall foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Such that cannot ſay her Crede,</l>
                              <l>With prayer ſhall be made prelates,</l>
                              <l>Nother can the Goſpell rede,</l>
                              <l>Such ſhull now weld high eſtates.</l>
                              <l>The high gods friendſhip hem makes:</l>
                              <l>They toteth on her ſumme totall,</l>
                              <l>Such bere the keyes of hell yates.</l>
                              <l>And ſuch falſe ſhall foule fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They forſake for Chriſtes loue</l>
                              <l>Travaile, hunger, thirſt, and cold,</l>
                              <l>For they ben ordred ouer all aboue</l>
                              <l>Out of youth till they ben old.</l>
                              <l>By the dore they go not into the fold,</l>
                              <l>To helpe their ſheepe they nought trauall</l>
                              <l>Hired men all ſuch I hold,</l>
                              <l>And all ſuch falſe foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For Chriſt our king they woll forſake,</l>
                              <l>And know him nought for his pouerte:</l>
                              <l>For Chriſts loue they woll wake,</l>
                              <l>And drinke piement and ale aparte.</l>
                              <l>Of God they ſeeme nothing aferd,</l>
                              <l>As luſty liueth as did Lamual,</l>
                              <l>And driuen her ſheepe into deſert.</l>
                              <l>All ſuch faitours ſhul foule fal.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Chriſt hath xii. Apoſtles here,</l>
                              <l>Now, ſay they, there may be but one,</l>
                              <l>That may not erre in no manere,</l>
                              <l>Who leueth not this ben loſt echone.</l>
                              <l>Peter erred, ſo did not Ihon:</l>
                              <l>Why is he cleped the principal?</l>
                              <l>
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Chriſt cleped him Peter, but himſelfe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtone:</l>
                              <l>All falſe faitours foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Why curſen they the croiſery</l>
                              <l>Chriſts chriſten creatures?</l>
                              <l>For betweene hem is now enuy</l>
                              <l>To be enhaunſed in honours,</l>
                              <l>And Chriſten liuers with her labours,</l>
                              <l>For they leuin on no man mortal,</l>
                              <l>Been do to death with diſhonours.</l>
                              <l>And al ſuch falſe foule hem fal.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>What knoweth a tillour at the plow</l>
                              <l>The Popes name, and what he hate?</l>
                              <l>His crede ſuffiſeth to him inow,</l>
                              <l>And knoweth a cardinall by his hatte,</l>
                              <l>Thus is the poore vnrightly latte,</l>
                              <l>That knoweth Chriſt his God royal,</l>
                              <l>Such matters be not worth a gnatte.</l>
                              <l>But ſuch falſe faitours foule hem fal.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>A king ſhall kneele and kiſſe his ſhow:</l>
                              <l>Chriſt ſuffered a ſinful to kiſſe his fete.</l>
                              <l>Me thinketh he holdeth him high ynow,</l>
                              <l>So Lucifer did, that high ſet.</l>
                              <l>Such one me thinketh himſelfe foryet,</l>
                              <l>Either to the trouth he was not cal</l>
                              <l>Chriſt that ſuffered wounds wete,</l>
                              <l>Shal make ſuch falſhed foule fal.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They laieth out her large nettes</l>
                              <l>For to take ſiluer and gold:</l>
                              <l>Fillen coffers, and ſackes fettes,</l>
                              <l>There as they ſoules catch ſhold.</l>
                              <l>Her ſeruants be to them vnhold,</l>
                              <l>But they can doublin their rentall</l>
                              <l>To bigge hem caſtles, and bigge hem hold.</l>
                              <l>And all ſuch falſe foule hem fall.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <trailer>¶Here endeth the firſt part of this Tale, the
ſecond part followeth.</trailer>
                        </div>
                        <div n="2" type="part">
                           <lg>
                              <l>TO accorde with this worde fall,</l>
                              <l>No more Engliſh can I finde:</l>
                              <l>Shewe another now I ſhall,</l>
                              <l>For I haue much to ſay behinde:</l>
                              <l>How prieſts han the people pinde,</l>
                              <l>As curteis Chriſt hath me kende,</l>
                              <l>And put this matter in my minde:</l>
                              <l>To make theſe manner men amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Shortly to ſhend hem, and ſhew now</l>
                              <l>How wrongfully they werch and walke:</l>
                              <l>O high God, nothing they tell, ne how,</l>
                              <l>But in Gods word tilleth many a balke:</l>
                              <l>In hernes hold hem and in halke,</l>
                              <l>And prechen of tithes and offrend,</l>
                              <l>And vntruly of the Goſpel talke.</l>
                              <l>For his mercy God it amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>What is Antichriſt to ſay?</l>
                              <l>But euen Chriſts aduerſarie:</l>
                              <l>Such hath now ben many a day</l>
                              <l>To Chriſts bidding ful contrarie,</l>
                              <l>That from the truth cleane vary,</l>
                              <l>Out of the way they ben wend,</l>
                              <l>And Chriſts people vntruly carry.</l>
                              <l>God for his pitie it amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They liuen contrary to Chriſts life</l>
                              <l>In high pride againſt meekeneſſe.</l>
                              <l>Againſt ſuffraunce they vſen ſtrife,</l>
                              <l>And anger ayenſt ſoberneſſe,</l>
                              <l>Againſt wisdome wilfulneſſe:</l>
                              <l>To Chriſts tales little tend,</l>
                              <l>Againſt meaſure outrageouſneſſe.</l>
                              <l>But when God wol it may amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Lordly life ayenſt lowlineſſe,</l>
                              <l>And demin al without mercie,</l>
                              <l>And couetiſe ayenſt largeſſe,</l>
                              <l>Againſt treweth trecherie:</l>
                              <l>And againſt almeſſe enuie,</l>
                              <l>Againſt Chriſt they comprehend,</l>
                              <l>For chaſtitie they maintaine lecherie,</l>
                              <l>God for his grace this amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Againſt pennaunce they vſe delights,</l>
                              <l>Againſt ſuffraunce ſtrong defence,</l>
                              <l>Ayenſt God they vſen euil rights,</l>
                              <l>Ayenſt pitie puniſhments:</l>
                              <l>Open euil ayenſt continence,</l>
                              <l>Her wicked winning they worſe diſpend,</l>
                              <l>Soberneſſe they ſette into diſpence.</l>
                              <l>But God for his goodneſſe it amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Why claimen they wholly his powere,</l>
                              <l>And wranglen ayenſt al his heſts?</l>
                              <l>His liuing folow they nothing here,</l>
                              <l>But liuen worſe than witleſſe beeſts.</l>
                              <l>Of fiſh and fleſh they louen feeſts,</l>
                              <l>As lords they ben brode ykend,</l>
                              <l>Of Gods poore they haten geſts.</l>
                              <l>God for his mercy this amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>With Diues ſuch ſhal haue her dome,</l>
                              <l>That ſaine that they be Chriſtes friendes,</l>
                              <l>And do nothing as they ſhould done:</l>
                              <l>All ſuch been falſer than ben fiends.</l>
                              <l>On the people they ley ſuch bendes.</l>
                              <l>As God is in earth they han offend,</l>
                              <l>Succour fro ſuch Chriſt now ſend vs.</l>
                              <l>And for his mercy this amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>A token of Antichriſt they be,</l>
                              <l>His careckes ben now wide iknow,</l>
                              <l>Receiued to preach ſhall no man be</l>
                              <l>Without token of him I trow.</l>
                              <l>Ech chriſten prieſt to preachen owe,</l>
                              <l>From God aboue they ben ſend,</l>
                              <l>Gods word to al folke for to ſhow.</l>
                              <l>Sinful man for to amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Chriſt ſent the poore for to preach,</l>
                              <l>The royall rich he did not ſo:</l>
                              <l>Now dare no poore the people teach,</l>
                              <l>For Antichriſt is ouer all her foe.</l>
                              <l>Among the people he mote go,</l>
                              <l>He hath bidden all ſuch ſuſpend,</l>
                              <l>Some hath he hent, and thinketh yet mo.</l>
                              <l>But al this God may wel amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
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                              <l>All they that han the world forſake,</l>
                              <l>And liuen lowly, as God bad,</l>
                              <l>Into her priſon ſhullen be take,</l>
                              <l>Betin and bounden, and forth lad.</l>
                              <l>Hereof I rede no man be drad,</l>
                              <l>Chriſt ſaid, his ſhould be ſhend:</l>
                              <l>Ech man ought hereof be glad,</l>
                              <l>For God ful wel it woll amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>They take on hem royall powere,</l>
                              <l>And ſay they haue ſwerds two,</l>
                              <l>One curſe to hel, one ſlee men here:</l>
                              <l>For at his taking Chriſt had no mo.</l>
                              <l>Yet Peter had one of tho,</l>
                              <l>But Chriſt, to Peter ſmite gan defend,</l>
                              <l>And into the ſheath bad put it tho.</l>
                              <l>And all ſuch miſcheues God amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Chriſt bad Peter keepe his ſheepe,</l>
                              <l>And with his ſword forbade him ſmite:</l>
                              <l>* Swerd is no toole with ſheepe to keepe,</l>
                              <l>But to ſhepheards that ſheepe woll bite:</l>
                              <l>Me thinketh ſuch ſhepheards ben to wite,</l>
                              <l>Ayen her ſheepe with ſwerde that contend:</l>
                              <l>They driue her ſheepe with great deſpite.</l>
                              <l>But all this God may well amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>So ſucceſſours to Peter be they noght,</l>
                              <l>Whom Chriſt made cheefe paſture.</l>
                              <l>A ſwerd no ſhepheard vſen ought,</l>
                              <l>But he would flea, as a butchoure.</l>
                              <l>For who ſo were Peters ſucceſſoure,</l>
                              <l>Should bere his ſhepe til his back bend,</l>
                              <l>And ſhaddow hem from euery ſhoure</l>
                              <l>And al this God may wel amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Succeſſours to Peter ben theſe</l>
                              <l>In that, that Peter Chriſt forſooke,</l>
                              <l>That had leuer the loue of God leſe,</l>
                              <l>Than a ſhepheard had to leſe his hooke:</l>
                              <l>He culleth the ſheepe as doth the Cooke</l>
                              <l>Of hem ſeeken they woll to rend,</l>
                              <l>And falſely gloſe the Goſpell booke.</l>
                              <l>God for his mercy them amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>After Chriſt had take Peter the kay,</l>
                              <l>Chriſt ſaid, he muſt die for man:</l>
                              <l>That Peter to Chriſt gan withſay,</l>
                              <l>Chriſt bad him go behind Sathan:</l>
                              <l>Such counſailours many of theſe men han,</l>
                              <l>For worlds wele, God to offend</l>
                              <l>Peters ſucceſſours they ben for than.</l>
                              <l>But al ſuch God may wele amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For Sathan is to ſay no more,</l>
                              <l>But he that contrary to Chriſt is,</l>
                              <l>In this they learne Peters lore,</l>
                              <l>They ſewen him when he did miſſe.</l>
                              <l>They follow Peter forſooth in this,</l>
                              <l>In all that Chriſt would Peter reprehend,</l>
                              <l>But not in that, that longeth to heuen bliſſe.</l>
                              <l>God for his mercy hem amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Some of the Apoſtles they ſewen in caſe</l>
                              <l>Of ought that I can vnderſtond,</l>
                              <l>Him that betrayed Chriſt, Iudas,</l>
                              <l>That bare the purſe in euery lond:</l>
                              <l>And al that he might ſet on hond,</l>
                              <l>He hidde and ſtale, and miſpend,</l>
                              <l>His rule theſe traitours han in hond,</l>
                              <l>Almightie God hem all amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And at the laſt his lord gan tray</l>
                              <l>Curſedly through his falſe couetiſe:</l>
                              <l>So would theſe traine him for money,</l>
                              <l>And they wiſten in what wiſe.</l>
                              <l>They be ſeker of the ſelfe enſiſe,</l>
                              <l>From all ſoothneſſe they ben friend,</l>
                              <l>And couetiſe chaungen with queintiſe:</l>
                              <l>Almighty God all ſuch amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Were Chriſt on earth here eftſoone,</l>
                              <l>Theſe would damne him to die:</l>
                              <l>All his heſtes they han fordone,</l>
                              <l>And ſaine his ſawes ben hereſie:</l>
                              <l>And ayenſt his commaundements they crie,</l>
                              <l>And damne all his to be brend,</l>
                              <l>For it liketh not hem ſuch loſengerie.</l>
                              <l>God almighty hem amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Theſe han more might in England here,</l>
                              <l>Than hath the King and all his lawe:</l>
                              <l>They han purchaſed hem ſuch powere,</l>
                              <l>To taken hem whom liſt not knawe:</l>
                              <l>And ſay that hereſie is her ſawe,</l>
                              <l>And ſo to priſon wol hem ſend:</l>
                              <l>It was not ſo by elder dawe.</l>
                              <l>God for his mercy it amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The kings law wol no man deme</l>
                              <l>Angerliche without anſwere:</l>
                              <l>But if any man theſe miſqueme,</l>
                              <l>He ſhall be baighteth as a bere:</l>
                              <l>And yet wel worſe they wol him tere,</l>
                              <l>And in priſon woll him pende,</l>
                              <l>In giues, and in other gere.</l>
                              <l>When God woll, it may amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The king taxeth not his men</l>
                              <l>But by aſſent of the comminalte:</l>
                              <l>But theſe ech yeare woll raunſome hem</l>
                              <l>Maiſterfully, more than doth he.</l>
                              <l>Her ſeales by yeare better be,</l>
                              <l>Than is the kings in extend,</l>
                              <l>Her officers han greater fee.</l>
                              <l>But this miſcheefe God amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For who ſo woll pruve a teſtament,</l>
                              <l>That is not all worth tenne pound,</l>
                              <l>He ſhall pay for the parchement</l>
                              <l>The third of the money all round.</l>
                              <l>Thus the people is raunſound:</l>
                              <l>They ſay ſuch part to hem ſhould apend,</l>
                              <l>There as they gripen, it goeth to ground.</l>
                              <l>God for his mercy it amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For a ſimple fornication</l>
                              <l>Twenty ſhillings he ſhall pay,</l>
                              <l>And then haue an abſolution,</l>
                              <l>And al the yere vſen it forth he may:</l>
                              <l>Thus they letten hem go aſtray,</l>
                              <l>They recke not though the ſoule be brend,</l>
                              <l>
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Theſe keepen euill Peters kay.</l>
                              <l>And all ſuch ſhepheards God amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Wonder is, that the parliament</l>
                              <l>And all the lords of this lond</l>
                              <l>Here to taken ſo little entent,</l>
                              <l>To helpe the people out of her hond:</l>
                              <l>For they ben harder in their bond,</l>
                              <l>Worſe beat, and bitter brend,</l>
                              <l>Than to the king is vnderſtond.</l>
                              <l>God him helpe this to amend.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>What Biſhops, what religions</l>
                              <l>Lordſhippes and poſſeſſions</l>
                              <l>More than Lordes, it ſemeth me:</l>
                              <l>That maketh hem leſe charite:</l>
                              <l>They mowe not to God attende,</l>
                              <l>In earth they haue ſo high degre.</l>
                              <l>God for his mercie it amende.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>The Emperour yafe the Pope ſomtime</l>
                              <l>So high lordeſhip him about,</l>
                              <l>That at laſt the ſilly kime</l>
                              <l>The proude Pope put him out.</l>
                              <l>So of this Realme is in dout:</l>
                              <l>But lordes beware, and them defende,</l>
                              <l>For now theſe folkes be wonders ſtout.</l>
                              <l>The King and Lordes now this amende.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <trailer>Thus endeth the ſecond part of this Tale,
and hereafter followeth the third.</trailer>
                        </div>
                        <div n="3" type="part">
                           <lg>
                              <l>MOyſes lawe forbode it tho,</l>
                              <l>That prieſtes ſhould no lordſhips welde:</l>
                              <l>Chriſtes goſpell biddeth alſo,</l>
                              <l>That they ſhould no lordſhippes held.</l>
                              <l>Ne Chriſtes Apoſtles were neuer ſo bold,</l>
                              <l>No ſuch Lordſhippes to hem enbrace,</l>
                              <l>But ſmeren her ſhepe and kepe her fold.</l>
                              <l>God amend hem for his grace.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For they ne ben but conterfete,</l>
                              <l>Men may know hem by her fruite,</l>
                              <l>Her greatneſſe maketh hem God foryete,</l>
                              <l>And take his mekeneſſe in diſpite:</l>
                              <l>And they wer pore and had but lite,</l>
                              <l>They nold not demen after the face,</l>
                              <l>But nouriſh her ſhepe, and hem not bite.</l>
                              <l>God amend him for his grace.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>Griffon.</head>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>What canſt thou preach ayenſt Chanons,</l>
                                 <l>That men clepen ſeculere?</l>
                                 <l>Peli. They ben curates of many tounes,</l>
                                 <l>On earth they haue great powere:</l>
                                 <l>They haue great prebendes and dere,</l>
                                 <l>Some two or three, and ſome mo,</l>
                                 <l>A perſonage to ben a playing fere,</l>
                                 <l>And yet they ſerue the King alſo.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>And let to ferme all that fare,</l>
                                 <l>To whom that woll moſt giue therefore,</l>
                                 <l>Some woll ſpend, and ſome woll ſpare,</l>
                                 <l>And ſome woll lay it vp in ſtore.</l>
                                 <l>A cure of ſoule they care not fore,</l>
                                 <l>So that they mowe much money take,</l>
                                 <l>Whether her ſoules be wonne or lore.</l>
                                 <l>Her profites they woll not forſake.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>They have a gadering procuratour,</l>
                                 <l>That can the poore people enplede,</l>
                                 <l>And robben hem as a rauinour,</l>
                                 <l>And to his Lord the money lede:</l>
                                 <l>And catch of quicke and eke of dede,</l>
                                 <l>And richen him, and his Lord eke,</l>
                                 <l>And to robbe can giue good rede,</l>
                                 <l>Of olde and yonge, of hole and ſicke.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Therewith they purchaſe hem lay fee</l>
                                 <l>In londe, there hem liketh beſt,</l>
                                 <l>And builde alſo as brode as a cite</l>
                                 <l>Both in the Eaſt, and eke in the Weſt:</l>
                                 <l>To purchaſe thus they ben full preſt,</l>
                                 <l>But on the poore they woll nought ſpende,</l>
                                 <l>Ne no good giue to Goddes geſt,</l>
                                 <l>Ne ſende him ſome that all hath ſende.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>By her ſeruice ſuch woll liue,</l>
                                 <l>And truſſe that other into treaſure:</l>
                                 <l>Though all her pariſh die vnſhriue,</l>
                                 <l>They woll nat giue a roſe floure.</l>
                                 <l>Her life ſhould be as a mirrour,</l>
                                 <l>Both to lered and to leude alſo,</l>
                                 <l>And teach the people her lele labour,</l>
                                 <l>Soche miſter men been all miſgo.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Some of them been hard nigges,</l>
                                 <l>And ſome of hem been proude and gaie,</l>
                                 <l>Some ſpende her goodes vpon gigges,</l>
                                 <l>And finden hem of great araie:</l>
                                 <l>Alas, what thinke theſe men to ſaie,</l>
                                 <l>That thus diſpenden Goddes good,</l>
                                 <l>At the dreadfull domes daie</l>
                                 <l>Soche wreches ſhull be worſe than wood.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Some her churches neuer ne ſie,</l>
                                 <l>Ne neuer o pennie, thider ne ſend,</l>
                                 <l>Though the poore pariſhens for hunger die,</l>
                                 <l>O pennie on hem woll they not ſpend:</l>
                                 <l>Haue they receiuing of the rent,</l>
                                 <l>They recke neuer of the remenaunt,</l>
                                 <l>Alas, the deuill hath cleane hem blent.</l>
                                 <l>Soche one is ſathanas ſoiournaunt.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>And vſen horedome and harlottrie,</l>
                                 <l>Couetiſe, pompe, and pride,</l>
                                 <l>Slothe, wrath. and eke enuie,</l>
                                 <l>And ſewen ſinne by euerie ſide.</l>
                                 <l>Alas, where thinke ſuch tabide:</l>
                                 <l>How woll they accomptes yelde,</l>
                                 <l>From high God they mowe hem not hide.</l>
                                 <l>Soche willers witte is not worth a nelde.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>They ben ſo rooted in richeſſes,</l>
                                 <l>That Chriſtes pouert is foryet,</l>
                                 <l>Serued with ſo many meſſes,</l>
                                 <l>Hem thinketh that Munna is no mea<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                       <desc>•</desc>
                                    </gap>
                                    <g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
                                 </l>
                                 <l>All is good that they mowen geat:</l>
                                 <l>They wene to liue euermore,</l>
                                 <l>But when God at dome is ſeat,</l>
                                 <l>Such treſure is a feble ſtore.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Vnneth mote they Matins ſaie</l>
                                 <l>For counting and courtholding:</l>
                                 <l>And yet he iangleth as a Iaie,</l>
                                 <l>
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And vnderſtont himſelfe nothing.</l>
                                 <l>He woll ſerve both Erle and King</l>
                                 <l>For his finding and his fee,</l>
                                 <l>And hide his tithing &amp; his offring,</l>
                                 <l>This is a feble charite.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Other they been proude, or couetous,</l>
                                 <l>Or they been hard, or hungrie:</l>
                                 <l>Or they ben liberall, or lecherous,</l>
                                 <l>Or els medlers with marchandry:</l>
                                 <l>Or mainteiners of men with maſtry,</l>
                                 <l>Or ſtewardes, countours, or pleadours,</l>
                                 <l>And ſerue God in Ypocriſie:</l>
                                 <l>Soch Prieſts been Chriſtes falſe traitours.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>They been falſe, they been vengeable,</l>
                                 <l>And begilen men in Chriſts name:</l>
                                 <l>They been vnſtedfaſt and vnſtable,</l>
                                 <l>To traie her Lord, hem thinketh no ſhame.</l>
                                 <l>To ſerue God they been full lame,</l>
                                 <l>Gods theeues, and falſely ſteale,</l>
                                 <l>And falſely Gods worde defame:</l>
                                 <l>In winning is her worldes weale.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Antichriſt theſe ſerue all.</l>
                                 <l>I praie thee who may ſay naie?</l>
                                 <l>With Antichriſt ſoch ſhull fall,</l>
                                 <l>They followen him in deede and faie:</l>
                                 <l>They ſeruen him in rich arraie,</l>
                                 <l>To ſerue Chriſt ſuch falſely fain,</l>
                                 <l>Why, at the dreadfull domes day</l>
                                 <l>Shull they not folowe him to paine?</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>That knowen hem ſelfe that they doen ill</l>
                                 <l>Ayenſt Chriſtes commaundement,</l>
                                 <l>And amend hem neuer ne will,</l>
                                 <l>But ſerue ſathan by one aſſent?</l>
                                 <l>Who ſaieth ſothe he ſhall be ſhent,</l>
                                 <l>Or ſpeaketh ayenſt her falſe liuing:</l>
                                 <l>Who ſo well liueth ſhall be brent,</l>
                                 <l>For ſoch been greater than the king.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Popes, Biſhops, and Cardinals,</l>
                                 <l>Chanons, Parſons, and Vicare</l>
                                 <l>In Goddes ſeruice I trowe been fals,</l>
                                 <l>That Sacraments ſellen here:</l>
                                 <l>And been as proude as Lucifere,</l>
                                 <l>Eche man looke whether that I lie,</l>
                                 <l>Who ſo ſpeketh ayenſt her powere,</l>
                                 <l>It ſhall be holden hereſie.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Loke how many orders take</l>
                                 <l>Onely of Chriſt, for his ſeruice,</l>
                                 <l>That the worldes goodes forſake:</l>
                                 <l>Who ſo taketh orders otherwiſe,</l>
                                 <l>I trow that they ſhall ſore agriſe,</l>
                                 <l>For all the gloſe that they conne,</l>
                                 <l>All ſewen not this <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                                       <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                                    </gap>,</l>
                                 <l>In euill time they thus begonne.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Loke how many emong hem all</l>
                                 <l>Holden not this hie waie,</l>
                                 <l>With Antichriſt they ſhullen fall:</l>
                                 <l>For they wullen God betraie.</l>
                                 <l>God amende them that beſt maie:</l>
                                 <l>For many men they maken ſhende,</l>
                                 <l>They weten well the ſothe I ſay.</l>
                                 <l>But the deuill hath foule hem blende.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Some on her churches dwell</l>
                                 <l>Apparailled poorely, proude of port:</l>
                                 <l>The ſeuen ſacraments they doen ſell,</l>
                                 <l>In cattell catching is her comfort:</l>
                                 <l>Of ech matter they wollen mell,</l>
                                 <l>To doen hem wrong is her diſport,</l>
                                 <l>To afraie the people they been fell,</l>
                                 <l>And hold hem lower than doeth the Lord.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>For the tithing of a Ducke</l>
                                 <l>Or of an Apple, or an Aie,</l>
                                 <l>They make men ſwere vpon a boke,</l>
                                 <l>Thus they foulen Chriſtes faie.</l>
                                 <l>Soche bearen euill heauen kaie:</l>
                                 <l>They mowen aſſoile, they mowe ſhriue,</l>
                                 <l>With mennes wiues ſtrongly plaie,</l>
                                 <l>With true tillers ſturte and ſtriue,</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>At the wraſtling, and at the wake.</l>
                                 <l>And chiefe chauntours at the nale</l>
                                 <l>Market beaters, and medling make,</l>
                                 <l>Hoppen and houten with heue and hale:</l>
                                 <l>At faire freſh, and at wine ſtale:</l>
                                 <l>Dine and drinke, and make debate:</l>
                                 <l>The ſeuen ſacraments ſet a ſaile,</l>
                                 <l>How kepe ſoche the kaies of heauen gate?</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Mennes wiues they wollen hold,</l>
                                 <l>And though that they been right ſorye,</l>
                                 <l>To ſpeake they ſhull not be ſo bold,</l>
                                 <l>For ſompning to the Conſiſtorye:</l>
                                 <l>And make hem ſaie mouth I lie,</l>
                                 <l>Though they it ſawe with her iye,</l>
                                 <l>His lemman holden openly,</l>
                                 <l>No man ſo hardy to aske why.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>He woll haue tithing and offring</l>
                                 <l>Maugre whoſoeuer it grutch:</l>
                                 <l>And twiſe on the day he woll ſing,</l>
                                 <l>Goddes prieſtes nere none ſoche.</l>
                                 <l>He mote on hunting with dogge and bitch,</l>
                                 <l>And blowen his horne, and crien hey,</l>
                                 <l>And ſorcerie vſen as a Witch.</l>
                                 <l>Soche kepen euill Peters key.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Yet they mote haue ſome ſtocke or ſtone,</l>
                                 <l>Gaily painted, and proudly dight,</l>
                                 <l>To maken men leuen vpon,</l>
                                 <l>And ſaie that it is full of might:</l>
                                 <l>About ſuch men ſet vp great light,</l>
                                 <l>Other ſoche ſtockes ſhull ſtande thereby,</l>
                                 <l>As darke as it were midnight,</l>
                                 <l>For it ma<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                       <desc>•</desc>
                                    </gap>e make no maſtrie.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>That it leud people ſee mow:</l>
                                 <l>Thou Mary, thou worcheſt wonder things:</l>
                                 <l>About that, that men offren to now,</l>
                                 <l>Hongen broches, ouches, and rings.</l>
                                 <l>The prieſt purchaſeth the offerings,</l>
                                 <l>But he nill offer to none Image:</l>
                                 <l>Woe is the ſoule that he for ſings,</l>
                                 <l>That preacheth for ſoche a pilgrimage.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
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                                 <l>To men and women that been poore,</l>
                                 <l>That been Chriſtes owne likeneſſe</l>
                                 <l>Men ſhullen offer at her doore,</l>
                                 <l>That ſuffer hunger and diſtreſſe:</l>
                                 <l>And to ſoche Images offer leſſe,</l>
                                 <l>That mow not feele thurſt ne cold,</l>
                                 <l>The poore in ſpirite gan Chriſt bleſſe.</l>
                                 <l>Therefore offreth to feble and old.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Bucklers brode, and ſweardes long</l>
                                 <l>Baudrike, with baſelardes kene,</l>
                                 <l>Soche toles about her necke they hong:</l>
                                 <l>With Antichriſt ſoche prieſtes been.</l>
                                 <l>Vpon her deedes it is well ſeen</l>
                                 <l>Whome they ſerven, whom they honouren,</l>
                                 <l>Antichriſtes they been clene,</l>
                                 <l>And Goddes goodes falſely devouren.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Of ſcarlet and grene gaie gounes,</l>
                                 <l>That mote be ſhape of the newe:</l>
                                 <l>To clippen &amp; kiſſen they counten in tounes</l>
                                 <l>The damoſeles that to the daunce ſewe.</l>
                                 <l>Cutted clothes to ſhewe her hewe,</l>
                                 <l>With long pikes on her ſhone,</l>
                                 <l>Our Goddes Goſpell is not true,</l>
                                 <l>Either they ſerven the devill or none.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Now been prieſtes pokes ſo wide,</l>
                                 <l>That men muſt enlarge the veſtiment:</l>
                                 <l>The holy Goſpell they doen hide,</l>
                                 <l>For they contrarien in raiment.</l>
                                 <l>Soche prieſtes of Lucifer been ſent,</l>
                                 <l>Like conquerours they been araied,</l>
                                 <l>The proude pendaunts at her ars is ipent.</l>
                                 <l>Falſely the truth they han betraied.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Shrift ſilver ſoche wollen aske</l>
                                 <l>And woll men crepe to the crouche</l>
                                 <l>None of the Sacraments ſave aske</l>
                                 <l>Without mede ſhall no man touch:</l>
                                 <l>On her Biſhop their warant vouch</l>
                                 <l>That is lawe of the decre:</l>
                                 <l>With mede and money thus they mouch.</l>
                                 <l>And this they ſain is charite.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>In the middes of her Maſſe</l>
                                 <l>They nill have no man but for hire:</l>
                                 <l>And full ſhortly let forth paſſe,</l>
                                 <l>Such ſhull men find in each ſhire,</l>
                                 <l>That Perſonages for profite deſire,</l>
                                 <l>To live in liking and in luſts:</l>
                                 <l>I dare not ſaine, Sans oſe ie dire.</l>
                                 <l>That ſuch been Antichriſts prieſts.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>For they yef the biſhops why,</l>
                                 <l>Or they mote been in his ſervice:</l>
                                 <l>And holden forth her harlottry,</l>
                                 <l>Such prelates been of feeble empriſe.</l>
                                 <l>Of Gods graine ſuch men agriſe,</l>
                                 <l>For ſuch matters that taken mede:</l>
                                 <l>How they excuſe hem, and in what wiſe,</l>
                                 <l>Me thinketh they ought greatly drede.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>They ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                       <desc>•</desc>
                                    </gap>ine that it to no man longeth</l>
                                 <l>To reprove them though they erre:</l>
                                 <l>But falſely Goddes goodes they fongeth</l>
                                 <l>And therewith meintein wo and warre.</l>
                                 <l>Her deedes ſhould be as bright as ſterre,</l>
                                 <l>Her living leud mannes <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                       <desc>•</desc>
                                    </gap>ight:</l>
                                 <l>They ſay the Pope may not erre,</l>
                                 <l>Nede muſt that paſſe mannes might.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Though a prieſt lye with his lemman all night,</l>
                                 <l>And tellen his felowe, and he him,</l>
                                 <l>He goth to Maſſe anon right,</l>
                                 <l>And ſaieth he ſingeth out of ſinne:</l>
                                 <l>His birde abideth him at his Inne,</l>
                                 <l>And dighteth his diner the meane while,</l>
                                 <l>He ſingeth his Maſſe for he would winne,</l>
                                 <l>And ſo he weneth God begile.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Hem thinketh long till they be met,</l>
                                 <l>And that they uſen forth all the yere,</l>
                                 <l>Emong the folke whan he is ſet,</l>
                                 <l>He holdeth no man halfe his pere:</l>
                                 <l>Of the Biſhop he hath powere</l>
                                 <l>To ſoile men, or els they been lore,</l>
                                 <l>His abſolution may them skere,</l>
                                 <l>And wo is the ſoule that he ſingeth for.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>The Griffon began for to threte,</l>
                                 <l>And ſaied, of Monkes canſt thou ought?</l>
                                 <l>The Pellican ſaid, they been full grete,</l>
                                 <l>And in this world much wo hath wrought:</l>
                                 <l>Saint Benet, that her order brought,</l>
                                 <l>Ne made hem neuer on ſuch mannere,</l>
                                 <l>I trowe it came never in his thought,</l>
                                 <l>That they ſhould uſe ſo great powere.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>That a man ſhould a Monke lord call,</l>
                                 <l>Ne ſerve on knees, as a king:</l>
                                 <l>He is as proud as prince in pall,</l>
                                 <l>In meat, and drinke, and all thing:</l>
                                 <l>Some wearen mitre and ring,</l>
                                 <l>With double Worſted well ydight,</l>
                                 <l>With royall meat and rich drinke,</l>
                                 <l>And rideth on a courſer as a knight.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>With hauke and with hounds eke,</l>
                                 <l>With brooches or ouches on his hood:</l>
                                 <l>Some ſay no Maſſe in all a weeke,</l>
                                 <l>Of deinties is her moſt food.</l>
                                 <l>They have lordſhips and bondmen:</l>
                                 <l>This is a royall religion.</l>
                                 <l>Saint Benet made never none of hem</l>
                                 <l>To have lordſhip of man ne toun.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Now they ben queint and curious,</l>
                                 <l>With fine cloth clad, and ſerved cleane:</l>
                                 <l>Proud, angrie, and envious,</l>
                                 <l>Mallice is much that they meane.</l>
                                 <l>In catching, craftie and covetous,</l>
                                 <l>Lordly they liven in great liking,</l>
                                 <l>This living is not religious,</l>
                                 <l>According to Benet in his living.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>They ben clerkes, her courts they overſee,</l>
                                 <l>Her poore tenaunce fully they ſlite:</l>
                                 <l>The higher that a man amerced be,</l>
                                 <l>The gladlier they woll it write:</l>
                                 <l>This is farre from Chriſtes poverty,</l>
                                 <l>For all with covetiſe they endite,</l>
                                 <l>
                                    <pb n="166" facs="tcp:51487:101"/>
On the poore they have no pity,</l>
                                 <l>Ne never hem cheriſh, but ever hem bite.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>And commonly ſuch been comen</l>
                                 <l>Of poore people, and of hem begete,</l>
                                 <l>That this perfection han inomen,</l>
                                 <l>Her fathers riden not but on her fete,</l>
                                 <l>And travailen ſore for that they eate,</l>
                                 <l>In povert liveth yong and old:</l>
                                 <l>Her fathers ſuffreth drought and weate,</l>
                                 <l>Many hungrie meales, thurſt, and cold.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>And all this theſe Monkes han forſake</l>
                                 <l>For Chriſtes love and ſaint Benete:</l>
                                 <l>To pride and eaſe have hem take,</l>
                                 <l>This religion is evill beſeate:</l>
                                 <l>Had they been out of religion,</l>
                                 <l>They muſt have hanged at the plowe,</l>
                                 <l>Threſhing and diking fro toune to toune</l>
                                 <l>With ſorrie meat, and not half ynowe.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Therefore they han this all forſake,</l>
                                 <l>And taken to riches, pride and eaſe:</l>
                                 <l>Full few for God woll Monkes hem make,</l>
                                 <l>Little is ſuch order for to praiſe:</l>
                                 <l>Saint Benet ordained it not ſo,</l>
                                 <l>But bad hem be churchliche,</l>
                                 <l>In churchliche manner live and go,</l>
                                 <l>Boiſtous in earth, and not lordliche.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>They diſclaunder ſaint Benet,</l>
                                 <l>Therefore they have his holy curſe:</l>
                                 <l>Saint Benet with hem never met,</l>
                                 <l>But if they thought to robbe his purſe.</l>
                                 <l>I can no more hereof tell,</l>
                                 <l>But they ben like tho before,</l>
                                 <l>And cleane ſerve the devill of hell,</l>
                                 <l>And ben his treaſure and his ſtore.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>And all ſuch other counterfaitours,</l>
                                 <l>Chanons, Canons, and ſuch diſguiſed,</l>
                                 <l>Been Gods enemies and traitours,</l>
                                 <l>His true religion han foule deſpiſed.</l>
                                 <l>Of Freres I have told before</l>
                                 <l>In a making of a Crede,</l>
                                 <l>And yet I could tell worſe and more,</l>
                                 <l>But men would werien it to rede.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>As Gods goodneſſe no man tell might,</l>
                                 <l>Write ne ſpeake, ne thinke in thought,</l>
                                 <l>So her falſhed, and her unright,</l>
                                 <l>May no man tell that ever God wrought.</l>
                                 <l>The Griffon ſaied, thou canſt no good,</l>
                                 <l>Thou came never of no gentle kind,</l>
                                 <l>Other I trowe thou waxeſt wood,</l>
                                 <l>Or els thou haſt loſt thy mind.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Should holy church have no hedde?</l>
                                 <l>Who ſhould be her governaile?</l>
                                 <l>Who ſhould her rule, who ſhould her redde?</l>
                                 <l>Who ſhould her forthren, who ſhould availe?</l>
                                 <l>* Ech man ſhall live by his travaile,</l>
                                 <l>Who beſt doeth, ſhall have moſt mede:</l>
                                 <l>* With ſtrength if men the church aſſaile,</l>
                                 <l>With ſtrength men muſt defend her nede.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>And the Pope were purely poore,</l>
                                 <l>Needie, and nothing ne had,</l>
                                 <l>He ſhould be driven from doore to doore,</l>
                                 <l>The wicked of him nolde not be drad:</l>
                                 <l>Of ſuch an head men would be ſad,</l>
                                 <l>And ſinfully liven as hem luſt:</l>
                                 <l>With ſtrength to amend ſuch be made,</l>
                                 <l>* With wepen Wolves from ſheep be wuſt.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>If the Pope and Prelates would</l>
                                 <l>So begge, and bid, bow, and borrow,</l>
                                 <l>Holy church ſhould ſtand full cold,</l>
                                 <l>Her ſervaunts ſit and ſoupe ſorrow:</l>
                                 <l>And they were noughtie foule and horow,</l>
                                 <l>To worſhip God men would wlate:</l>
                                 <l>Both on even and on morow</l>
                                 <l>Such harlottrie men would hate.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Therefore men of holy church</l>
                                 <l>Should be honeſt in all thing,</l>
                                 <l>Worſhipfully Gods workes werch.</l>
                                 <l>So ſeemeth it to ſerve Chriſt her king</l>
                                 <l>In honeſt and in cleane clothing,</l>
                                 <l>With veſſels of gold and clothes rich,</l>
                                 <l>To God honeſtly to make offring:</l>
                                 <l>To his Lordſhip none is liche.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>The Pellican caſt a huge crie,</l>
                                 <l>* And ſaied, alas, why ſaieſt thou ſo:</l>
                                 <l>Chriſt is our head that ſitteth on hie,</l>
                                 <l>Heads ne ought we have no mo:</l>
                                 <l>We ben his members both alſo,</l>
                                 <l>And father he taught us to call him als,</l>
                                 <l>Maiſters to be called defended he tho:</l>
                                 <l>All other maiſters ben wicked and fals,</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>That taketh maiſterie in his name,</l>
                                 <l>Ghoſtly, and for earthly good:</l>
                                 <l>Kings and lord ſhould lordſhips have,</l>
                                 <l>And rule the people with mild mood.</l>
                                 <l>* Chriſt for us that ſhed his blood</l>
                                 <l>Bad his prieſts no maiſterſhip have,</l>
                                 <l>Ne carke not for cloth ne food,</l>
                                 <l>From every miſcheefe he will hem ſave.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Her rich clothing ſhall be rightwiſneſſe,</l>
                                 <l>Her treaſure true life ſhall be:</l>
                                 <l>Charity ſhall be her richeſſe,</l>
                                 <l>Her Lordſhip ſhall be unite:</l>
                                 <l>Hope in God her honeſte,</l>
                                 <l>Her veſſel cleane conſcience,</l>
                                 <l>Poore in ſpirit, and humilite,</l>
                                 <l>Shall be holy churches defence.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>What, ſaied the Griffon, may thee greve,</l>
                                 <l>That other folkes faren wele?</l>
                                 <l>What haſt thou to doen with her live?</l>
                                 <l>Thy falſhed ech man may fele.</l>
                                 <l>For thou canſt no cattle gete,</l>
                                 <l>But liveſt in lond as a lorell,</l>
                                 <l>With gloſing getteſt thou thy mete:</l>
                                 <l>So fareth the devill that wonneth in hell.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>He would that ech man there ſhould dwell.</l>
                                 <l>For he liveth in cleane envie,</l>
                                 <l>So with the tales that thou doeſt tell</l>
                                 <l>
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Thou wouldeſt other people deſtrie</l>
                                 <l>With your gloſe, and your hereſie:</l>
                                 <l>For ye can live no better life,</l>
                                 <l>But cleane in Hypocriſie,</l>
                                 <l>And bringeſt thee in woe and ſtrife.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>And therewith have not to doen.</l>
                                 <l>For ye ne have here no cure:</l>
                                 <l>Ye ſerve the Devill, neither God ne man,</l>
                                 <l>And he ſhall pay you your hire.</l>
                                 <l>For ye woll fare well at feaſtes,</l>
                                 <l>And warme clothed for the cold,</l>
                                 <l>Therefore ye gloſe Goddes heeſtes,</l>
                                 <l>And begile the people yong and old.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>And all the ſeaven Sacraments</l>
                                 <l>Ye ſpeake ayenſt, as ye were ſlie:</l>
                                 <l>Ayenſt tithinges, offringes, with your en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tents,</l>
                                 <l>And on our Lordes bodie falſely lie.</l>
                                 <l>And all this ye doen to live in eaſe,</l>
                                 <l>As who ſaieth, there been no ne ſoche:</l>
                                 <l>And ſain the Pope is not worth a peaſe,</l>
                                 <l>To make the people ayen him groche.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>And this commeth in by fendes</l>
                                 <l>To bring the chriſten in diſtaunce:</l>
                                 <l>For they would that no man were frendes.</l>
                                 <l>Leave thy chattring with miſchaunce:</l>
                                 <l>* If thou live well, what wilt thou more?</l>
                                 <l>Let other men live as hem liſt,</l>
                                 <l>Spende in good, or keepe in ſtore:</l>
                                 <l>Other mens conſcience never thou niſt.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Ye han no cure to anſwere fore:</l>
                                 <l>What meddle ye, that han not to doen?</l>
                                 <l>Let men live as they han doen yore,</l>
                                 <l>For thou ſhalt anſwere for no man.</l>
                                 <l>The Pellican ſayd, ſir, naie,</l>
                                 <l>I diſpiſed not the Pope:</l>
                                 <l>Ne no Sacrament, ſoth to ſaie,</l>
                                 <l>But ſpeake in charite and good hope.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>But I diſpiſe her hye pride,</l>
                                 <l>Her richeſſe, that ſhould be poore in ſpirite:</l>
                                 <l>Her wickedneſſe is known ſo wide,</l>
                                 <l>They ſerve God in falſe habite:</l>
                                 <l>And tournen mekeneſſe into pride,</l>
                                 <l>And lowlineſſe into high degree,</l>
                                 <l>And Goddes wordes tourne and hide.</l>
                                 <l>And that am I moved by charite.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>To let men to live ſo,</l>
                                 <l>With all my cunning and my might,</l>
                                 <l>And to warne men of her wo,</l>
                                 <l>And to tellen hem trouth and right.</l>
                                 <l>The Sacraments be ſoule heale,</l>
                                 <l>If they been uſed in good uſe,</l>
                                 <l>Ayenſt that ſpeake I never a deale:</l>
                                 <l>For then were I nothing wiſe.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>But they that uſen hem in miſſe manere,</l>
                                 <l>Or ſet hem up to any ſale,</l>
                                 <l>I trow they ſhall abie hem dere,</l>
                                 <l>This is my reaſon, this is my tale:</l>
                                 <l>Who ſo taketh hem unrightfulliche</l>
                                 <l>Ayenſt the ten commaundements,</l>
                                 <l>Or by gloſe wrechedliche</l>
                                 <l>Selleth any of the Sacraments,</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>I trow they doe the devill homage,</l>
                                 <l>In that they weten they doe wrong:</l>
                                 <l>And thereto I dare well wage,</l>
                                 <l>They ſerven Sathan for all her ſong.</l>
                                 <l>To tithen and offren is holeſome life,</l>
                                 <l>So it be done in due manere:</l>
                                 <l>A man to houſelin, and to ſhrive,</l>
                                 <l>Wedding, and all the other in fere,</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>So it be nother ſold ne bought,</l>
                                 <l>Ne take ne give for covertiſe:</l>
                                 <l>And it be ſo taken, it is nought,</l>
                                 <l>Who ſelleth hem ſo, may ſore agriſe.</l>
                                 <l>On our Lords body I doe not lie,</l>
                                 <l>I ſay ſooth through true rede,</l>
                                 <l>His fleſh and blood through his miſterie</l>
                                 <l>Is there, in the forme of brede:</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>How it is there, it needeth not ſtrive,</l>
                                 <l>Whether it be ſunget or accident,</l>
                                 <l>But as Chriſt was, when he was on live,</l>
                                 <l>So is he there verament:</l>
                                 <l>If Pope or Cardinal live good live,</l>
                                 <l>As Chriſt commaunded in his Goſpell,</l>
                                 <l>Ayenſt that woll I not ſtrive:</l>
                                 <l>But methinketh they live not well.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>For if the Pope lived as God bedde,</l>
                                 <l>Pride and highneſſe he ſhould diſpiſe,</l>
                                 <l>Richeſſe, covetiſe, and croune on hedde,</l>
                                 <l>Meekneſſe and poverte he ſhould uſe.</l>
                                 <l>The Griffon ſaied he ſhould abie,</l>
                                 <l>Thou ſhalt be brent in balefull fire,</l>
                                 <l>And all thy ſect I ſhall deſtrie,</l>
                                 <l>Ye ſhall be hanged by the ſwire.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Ye ſhullen be hanged and to draw,</l>
                                 <l>Who giveth you leave for to preach</l>
                                 <l>Or ſpeake againſt Gods law,</l>
                                 <l>And the people thus falſely teach?</l>
                                 <l>Thou ſhalt be curſed with booke and bell,</l>
                                 <l>And diſcevered from holy church,</l>
                                 <l>And cleane ydamned into hell,</l>
                                 <l>Otherwiſe but ye woll worch.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>The Pellican ſaied, that I ne drede,</l>
                                 <l>Your curſing is of little value.</l>
                                 <l>Of God I hope to have my mede,</l>
                                 <l>For it is falſhed that ye ſewe.</l>
                                 <l>For ye been out of charite,</l>
                                 <l>And wilneth vengeaunce, as did Nero:</l>
                                 <l>To ſuffren I woll ready be,</l>
                                 <l>I drede not that thou canſt do.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Chriſt bad ones ſuffer for his love:</l>
                                 <l>And ſo he taught all his ſervaunts,</l>
                                 <l>And but thou amend for his ſake above,</l>
                                 <l>I drede not all thy maintenaunce.</l>
                                 <l>For if I drede the worlds hate,</l>
                                 <l>Me thinketh I were little to praiſe.</l>
                                 <l>I drede nothing your high eſtate,</l>
                                 <l>Ne I drede not your diſeaſe.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
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                                 <l>Woll ye tourne and leave your pride,</l>
                                 <l>Your high port, and your richeſſe,</l>
                                 <l>Your curſing ſhould not go ſo wide,</l>
                                 <l>God bring you into rightwiſeneſſe:</l>
                                 <l>For I drede not your tyrannie,</l>
                                 <l>For nothing that ye can done,</l>
                                 <l>To ſuffer I am all readie,</l>
                                 <l>Siker I recke never how ſoone.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>The Griffon grinned as he were wood,</l>
                                 <l>And loked lovely as an Owle,</l>
                                 <l>And ſwore by cocks heart blood,</l>
                                 <l>He would him teare every doule:</l>
                                 <l>Holy church thou diſclaundreſt foule,</l>
                                 <l>For thy reaſons I woll thee all to race,</l>
                                 <l>And make thy fleſh to rot and moule,</l>
                                 <l>Loſell, thou ſhalt have hard grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>The Griffon fiew forth on his way.</l>
                                 <l>The Pellican did ſit and weepe,</l>
                                 <l>And to himſelfe he gan ſay:</l>
                                 <l>God would that any of Chriſts ſheepe</l>
                                 <l>Had heard, and ytaken keepe</l>
                                 <l>Of each word that here ſaied was,</l>
                                 <l>And would it write and well it keepe:</l>
                                 <l>God would it were all for his grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>Plowman.</head>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>I anſwerd, and ſaied I would,</l>
                                 <l>If for my travaile any man would pey:</l>
                                 <l>Pelli. He ſaied yes, theſe that God han ſold,</l>
                                 <l>For they han ſtore of money:</l>
                                 <l>Plowman. I ſaied, tell me and thou may,</l>
                                 <l>Why telleſt thou mens treſpas?</l>
                                 <l>Pellican. He ſaid, to amend hem in good fay,</l>
                                 <l>If God woll give me any grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>For Chriſt himſelfe is likned to me,</l>
                                 <l>That for his people died on rood:</l>
                                 <l>As fare I, right ſo fareth he,</l>
                                 <l>He feedeth his birds with his blood.</l>
                                 <l>But theſe doen evill ayenſt good,</l>
                                 <l>And ben his foen under friends face,</l>
                                 <l>I told hem how her living ſtood:</l>
                                 <l>God amend hem for his grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>Plowman.</head>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>What aileth the Griffon, tell why</l>
                                 <l>That he holdeth on the other ſide?</l>
                                 <l>Pelli. For they two been likely,</l>
                                 <l>And with her kinds roven wide.</l>
                                 <l>The foule betokeneth pride:</l>
                                 <l>As Lucifer, that high flew was,</l>
                                 <l>And ſith he did him in evill hide:</l>
                                 <l>For he agilted Gods grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>As bird flieth up in the aire,</l>
                                 <l>And liveth by birds that been meke</l>
                                 <l>So theſe been flow up into deſpaire,</l>
                                 <l>And ſhenden ſilly foules eke:</l>
                                 <l>The ſoules that been in ſinnes ſeke,</l>
                                 <l>He culieth hem kneele: therefore alas.</l>
                                 <l>For briberie Gods forbode breke:</l>
                                 <l>God amend it for his grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>The hinder part is a Lioun,</l>
                                 <l>A robber and a ravinere,</l>
                                 <l>That robbeth the people in earth doun,</l>
                                 <l>And in earth holdeth none his pere:</l>
                                 <l>So fareth this foule both ferre and nere,</l>
                                 <l>And with temporell ſtrength y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> people chaſe,</l>
                                 <l>As a Lion proud in earth here.</l>
                                 <l>God amend him for his grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>Pellican.</head>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>He flew forth with his wings twaine,</l>
                                 <l>All droping, daſed, and dull:</l>
                                 <l>But ſoone the Griffon came againe,</l>
                                 <l>Of his foules the earth was full:</l>
                                 <l>The Pellican he had caſt to pull,</l>
                                 <l>So great a number never ſeene there was,</l>
                                 <l>What manner of foules tellen I woll,</l>
                                 <l>If God woll give me of his grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>With the Griffon comen foules fele,</l>
                                 <l>Ravins, Rokes, Crowes, and Pie,</l>
                                 <l>Gray foules, agadred wele,</l>
                                 <l>I gurde above they would hie:</l>
                                 <l>Gledes and Buzzards weren hem by,</l>
                                 <l>White moles &amp; puttockes token her place,</l>
                                 <l>And lapwings, that well conneth lie,</l>
                                 <l>This fellowſhip han forgard her grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Long the Pellican was out,</l>
                                 <l>But at laſt he commeth againe:</l>
                                 <l>And brought with him the Phenix ſtout,</l>
                                 <l>The Griffon would have flow full faine:</l>
                                 <l>His foules that flewen as thicke as raine,</l>
                                 <l>The Phenix tho began hem chace,</l>
                                 <l>To flie from him it was in vaine,</l>
                                 <l>For he did vengeaunce and no grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>He ſlew hem downe without mercie,</l>
                                 <l>There a ſtart neither free ne thrall,</l>
                                 <l>On him they caſt a rufull crie,</l>
                                 <l>When the Griffon down was fall:</l>
                                 <l>He beat hem not, but ſlew hem all,</l>
                                 <l>Whither he hem drove, no man may trace:</l>
                                 <l>Vnder the earth me thought they yall,</l>
                                 <l>Alas they had a feeble grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>The Pellican then asked right,</l>
                                 <l>For my writing if I have blame,</l>
                                 <l>Who woll for me fight or flight?</l>
                                 <l>Who ſhall ſheld me from ſhame?</l>
                                 <l>He that had a maid to dame,</l>
                                 <l>And the lambe that ſlaine was</l>
                                 <l>Shall ſheld me from ghoſtly blame,</l>
                                 <l>For earthly harme is gods grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Therefore I pray every man,</l>
                                 <l>Of my writting have me excuſed:</l>
                                 <l>This writing writeth the Pellican,</l>
                                 <l>That thus theſe people hath diſpiſed.</l>
                                 <l>For I am freſh fully adviſed,</l>
                                 <l>I nill not maintaine his manace.</l>
                                 <l>For the devill is often diſguiſed,</l>
                                 <l>To bring a man to evill grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                              <lg>
                                 <l>Witeth the Pellican and not me,</l>
                                 <l>For hereof I nill not avow:</l>
                                 <l>In high ne in low, ne in no degree,</l>
                                 <l>But as a fable take it ye mowe:</l>
                                 <l>To holy church I will me bow,</l>
                                 <l>Ech man to amend him Chriſt ſend ſpace:</l>
                                 <l>And for my writing me allow</l>
                                 <l>He that is almighty for his grace.</l>
                              </lg>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div type="tale">
                  <div type="prologue">
                     <pb n="169" facs="tcp:51487:102"/>
                     <head>¶The Parſons Prologue.</head>
                     <l>BY that the Plowman had his tale ended,</l>
                     <l>The ſunne fro y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſouth ſide is deſcended,</l>
                     <l>So low, that it was not to my ſight</l>
                     <l>Degrees of five and twenty on hight</l>
                     <l>Two a clocke it was, ſo as I geſſe,</l>
                     <l>For eleven foot, a lite more or leſſe,</l>
                     <l>My ſhadow was at that time, as there</l>
                     <l>Of ſuch feet as my length parted were</l>
                     <l>In ſixe feet equall of proportion:</l>
                     <l>Therewith the moones exaltation,</l>
                     <l>I meane Taurus, alway gan aſcend,</l>
                     <l>As we were entring at the thropes end:</l>
                     <l>For which our Hoſte, as he was wont to gie</l>
                     <l>Aye in this caſe, this jolly companie</l>
                     <l>Said in this wiſe, lordings everichone</l>
                     <l>Now lacketh us no tale more than one:</l>
                     <l>Fullfilled is my ſentence and my decree.</l>
                     <l>Who woll now tell us a tale, let ſee:</l>
                     <l>Almoſt fulfilled is my ordinance:</l>
                     <l>I pray to God ſo yeve him right good chance,</l>
                     <l>That telleth his tale to us luſtely.</l>
                     <l>Sir prieſt (qd. he) art thou a vicary,</l>
                     <l>Or art thou a Parſon, ſay ſooth by thy fay,</l>
                     <l>Be what thou be, breke thou not our play.</l>
                     <l>For every man, ſave thou, hath told his tale,</l>
                     <l>Vnbokell, and ſhew us what is in thy male.</l>
                     <l>For truly me thinketh by thy chere,</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhouldeſt knit up well a great matere.</l>
                     <l>Tell us a fable anon, for cockes bones.</l>
                     <l>This Parſon him answerd all at ones:</l>
                     <l>Thou getteſt fable none told of me,</l>
                     <l>For Poule, that writeth to Timothe,</l>
                     <l>Repreveth hem that waiven ſoothfaſtneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And teachen fables, and ſuch wretchedneſſe.</l>
                     <l>* Why ſhould I ſow draffe out of my fiſt,</l>
                     <l>When I may ſow wheat, if that me liſt?</l>
                     <l>For which I ſay, if that ye liſt to here</l>
                     <l>Morality, and of vertuous matere,</l>
                     <l>And then, if ye wol yeve me audience,</l>
                     <l>I would full faine at Chriſts reverence</l>
                     <l>Done you pleaſaunce lefull, as I can:</l>
                     <l>But truſteth well, I am a ſotherne man,</l>
                     <l>I cannot jeaſt, rum, ram, ruf, by letter,</l>
                     <l>And God wote, rime hold I but little better.</l>
                     <l>And therefore if ye liſt, I woll not gloſe,</l>
                     <l>I woll you tell a little tale in proſe,</l>
                     <l>To knit up all this feaſt, and make an end:</l>
                     <l>And Ieſu for his grace wit me ſend</l>
                     <l>To ſhew you the way in this voyage</l>
                     <l>Of thilke perfite glorious pilgrimage,</l>
                     <l>That hight Hieruſalem celeſtial.</l>
                     <l>And if you vouchſafe, anon I ſhall</l>
                     <l>Begin upon my tale, for which I pray</l>
                     <l>Tell your adviſe, I cannot better ſay.</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, this meditation</l>
                     <l>I put it aye under the correction</l>
                     <l>Of clerkes, for I am not textuell,</l>
                     <l>I take but the ſentence, truſteth well.</l>
                     <l>Therefore I make proteſtation,</l>
                     <l>That I woll ſtand to correction.</l>
                     <l>Vpon this word we have aſſented ſone:</l>
                     <l>For as it ſeemed, it was for to done,</l>
                     <l>To end in ſome vertuous ſentence,</l>
                     <l>And for to yeve him ſpace and audience:</l>
                     <l>And bad our hoſt he ſhould to him ſay,</l>
                     <l>That all we to tell his tale him pray.</l>
                     <l>Our hoſt had the words for us all:</l>
                     <l>Sir prieſt (qd. he) now faire mote you befall,</l>
                     <l>Say y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> what ye liſt, &amp; we ſhall gladly here.</l>
                     <l>And with that word he ſaid in this manere.</l>
                     <l>Telleth (qd. he) your meditatioun,</l>
                     <l>But haſteth you, the ſunne woll adoun.</l>
                     <l>Beth fructuous, and that in little ſpace,</l>
                     <l>And to do well God ſend you his grace.</l>
                     <div type="tale">
                        <div n="1" type="part">
                           <head>¶The Parſons Tale.</head>
                           <argument>
                              <p>A Sermon againſt divers grievous Sins, and reme<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies
for the ſame, perſuading men to penitence.</p>
                           </argument>
                           <epigraph>
                              <q>Ieremie .vi. State ſuper vias, &amp; videte, &amp; interro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gate
de ſemitis antiquis, quae ſit via bona, &amp;
ambulate in ea: &amp; invenietis refrigerium ani<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mabus
veſtris.</q>
                           </epigraph>
                           <p>OVR ſweet Lord God of Heaven,
that no man woll periſh, but woll
that we turne all to the knoweledge
of him, and to the blisfull life that
is perdurable, admoniſheth us by the Pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phet
Ieremie, that ſayeth in this wiſe:
* Stondeth upon the wayes, and ſeeth and
asketh of old pathes: that is to ſaie, of
olde ſentences, which is the good way, and
walketh in that way, and yee ſhall finde re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>freſhing
for your ſoules, &amp;c. Many been the
wayes eſpirituels that leade folke to our
Lord Ieſu Chriſt, and to the reigne of glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry:
Of which wayes, there is a full noble
way, and full covenable, which may not
faile to man ne to woman, that through
ſinne hath miſgone fro the right way of
Hieruſalem celeſtiall: and this way is cal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led
penitence, of which, manne ſhould glad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
hearken and enquire with all his hert, to
wete, what is penitence, and which is cal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led
penitence, and how many manners been
of actions or werkinges of penitence, and
how manie ſpeces there been of penitence,
and which thinges appertain and behoove
to penitence, and which thinges diſtourbe
penitence.</p>
                           <p>Saint Ambroſe ſaith, * That penitence is
the plaining of man for the guilt that he hath
done, and no more to do any thing for which
him ought to playne. And ſome Doctours
ſayth, Penitence is the waymenting of man
that ſorroweth for his ſume, and paineth him
ſelf, for he hath misdone. Penitence with
certain circumſtaunces, is very repentance
of a man that holt himſelf in ſorrow, &amp; other
paine for his guiltes: and for he ſhall be very
penitent, he ſhall firſt bewaile ſinnes that hee
hath done, and ſtedfaſtly purpoſe in his heart
to have ſhrift of mouth, and to do ſatisfacti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
and never to doe thing, for which him
ought more bewayle or complaine, and con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tinue
in good works: or els his repentaunce
may not availe. For as Saint Iſiodor ſaith,
* He is a yaper and a lyer, and no very repen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taunt,
<pb n="170" facs="tcp:51487:103"/>
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> e<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                 <desc>•</desc>
                              </gap>tſoone doth thing, for which him
ought repent. Weeping, and not for to ſtint
to doe ſinne, may not auaile: But natheleſſe,
men ſhall hope, that at euery time that man
falleth, bee it neuer ſo oft, that hee may ariſe
through pennaunce, if he haue grace: but cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taine,
it is great doubt, for as ſaith ſaint Gre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gorie:
* Vnnethes ariſeth he out of ſin, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is
charged with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> charge of euill vſage. * And
therefore repentaunt folke, that ſtint for to
ſinne, and leue ſinne or ſinne leaue them, holy
Church holdeth them ſiker of their ſaluation.
* And he that ſinneth, &amp; verely repenteth him
in his laſt end: holy Church yet hopeth his
ſaluation, by the great mercy of our Lord Ie<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſus
Chriſt, for his repentaunce: but take the
ſiker way.</p>
                           <p>And now ſith I haue declared you, what
thing is Penitence: now ye ſhall vnderſtond,
that there beene three actions of Penitence.
The firſt is, that a manne be baptiſed after
that he hath ſinned. Saint Auguſtine ſayth,
* But he be penitent for his old ſinnefull life,
hee may not biginne the new cleane life: For
certes, if he be baptiſed without penitence of
his old guilt, he retaineth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> marke of bap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tiſme,
but not y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> grace, ne y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> remiſſion of his
ſins, till hee haue very repentaunce. Another
default is this, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men doe deadly ſinne after
that they haue receiued baptiſme. The third
default is this, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men fall in veniall ſinnes
after her baptiſme, fro day to day. Thereof
ſayeth Saint Auguſtine, * That penitence of
good and humble folk, is the penitence of eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
day.</p>
                           <p>The ſpeces of penitence ben three: That
one of hem is ſolemne, another is commune,
and the third is priuie. That pennaunce y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
is ſolemne, is in two manners: As to be put
out of holy church in lent, for ſlaughter of
children, &amp; ſuch manner thing. Another is
when a man hath ſinned openly, of which ſinne
the fame is openly ſpoken in the country: &amp;
then holy church by judgement diſtrayneth
him for to do open pennaunce.</p>
                           <p>Common pennaunce is, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> prieſts enioyn
men in certaine caſe: as for to go perauen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture
naked in pilgrimage, or bare foot. Priuie
pennaunce is that, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men doe all day for pri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uie
ſins, of which we ſhriue vs priuily, and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiue
priuie pennaunce.</p>
                           <p>Now ſhalt thou vnderſtond what is be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>houeful
&amp; neceſſary to very perfit penitence:
&amp; this ſtont on three things. * Contrition of
hart, confeſſion of mouth, &amp; ſatiſfaction. For
which ſayth ſaint Iohn Chriſoſtome: * Peni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tence
diſſtraineth a man to accept benignely
every paine y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> him is enioined, with contri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
of hert, &amp; ſhrift of mouth, with ſatiſfac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion:
&amp; in werking of all manner humility.
And this is fruitfull penitence ayenſt three
things, in which wee wrath our Lord Ieſus
Chriſt: this is to ſay, By delite in thinking,
by retchleſſe in ſpeaking, and by wicked ſin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
werking. And ayenſt theſe wicked guilts
is penitence, that may be likened vnto a tree:</p>
                           <p>* The root of this tree is contrition, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
him in the heart of him that is very re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pentaunt,
right as the root of the tree hideth
him in the earth. Of this roote of contrition
ſpringeth a ſtalke, that bereth braunches and
leaues of confeſſion, and fruit of ſatiſfaction.
For which Chriſt ſayth in his goſpell: * Doth
digne fruite of penitence, for by this fruite
men may knowe the tree, and not by the root
that is hid in the heart of manne, ne by the
braunches, ne the leaues of confeſſion. And
therefore our lord Ieſu Chriſt ſaith thus: By
the fruit of hem ſhall ye knowe hem. Of this
root alſo ſpringeth a ſeede of grace, the which
ſeed is mother of all ſikerneſſe, &amp; this ſeed is
eager &amp; hote. The grace of this ſeed ſpringeth
of God, through remembraunce on y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> day of
doome, and on the paines of hell. Of this mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
ſaith Salomon, * That in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> drede of God
man forletteth his ſinne. The heat of this ſeed
is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> loue of God, and the deſiring of the joy
perdurable: This heat draweth the heart of
man to God, &amp; doth him hate his ſinne: For
ſoothly there is nothing that ſauoureth ſo
wel to a child, as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> milke of his nurce, ne no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
is to him more abhominable than that
milke, when it is meddled with other meate.
Right ſo the ſinfull man y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> loueth his ſinne,
him ſeemeth, that it is to him moſt ſweete of
any thing: but fro y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> time hee loueth ſadly
our lord Ieſu Chriſt, and deſireth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> life per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>durable,
there is to him nothing more abho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>minable:
for ſoothly, The law of God is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> loue
of God. For which Dauid the prophet ſayth:
I haue loued thy law, and hated wickedneſſe:
He that loueth God, keepeth his lawe &amp; his
word.</p>
                           <p>This tree ſaw the Prophet Daniel in ſpi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rit,
on y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> viſion of Nabuchodonoſor, when he
counſayled him to doe penitence. Pennaunce
is the tree of life, to hem that it receyue: &amp;
he that holdeth him in very penitence, is bleſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed,
after the ſentence of Salomon. In this
penitence or contrition, man ſhall vnderſtond
foure things, that is to ſay: What is contri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion,
and which beene y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cauſes that moove a
man to contrition, &amp; how hee ſhould be con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trite,
and what contrition auayleth to the
ſoule. Then is it thus, that contrition is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
very ſorrow y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> a man receiueth in his heart
for his ſinnes, with ſad purpoſe to ſhriue him,
and to doe pennaunce, &amp; neuer more to doe
ſinne: And this ſorrow ſhal be in this manner,
as ſayeth Saint Bernard, * It ſhall be heauie
and greeuous, and full ſharpe &amp; poinant in
heart.</p>
                           <p>Firſt, for a man hath agilted his Lord &amp;
his Creator, and more ſharpe and poinaunt,
for he hath agilted his father celeſtiall: And
yet more ſharpe and poynaunt, for hee hath
wrathed and agilted him that boughte him,
that with his precious bloud hath deliuered
vs fro the bondes of ſinne, and fro y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cruelte
of the deuill, and from the paines of hell.</p>
                           <p>The cauſes y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ought moue a man to con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tricion
bene fixe. Firſt, a man ſhall remembre
<pb n="171" facs="tcp:51487:103"/>
him of his ſinnes, But loke that that remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>braunce
ne bee to him no delite, by no waye,
but greate ſhame and ſorowe for his ſinnes.
For Iob ſayth, ſinfull men done werkes wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thie
of confeſſion. And therefore ſayeth Eze<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chiell:
* I woll remember me all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> yeres of my
life, in the bitterneſſe of my herte. And God
ſaieth in the Apocalipſe: Remember ye from
whence that ye been fall, for before that time
that ye ſinned, ye were children of God, and
limmes of the reigne of God: But for your
ſinne ye ben waren thral and foule, &amp; mem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bres
of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fende: hate of Angels, ſlaunder of
holye churche, and foode of the falſe Serpent,
perpetuall matter of the fire of hell: And yet
more foule and abhominable, for ye treſpaſſe
ſo oft times, as doeth an hounde that retur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
ayen to eate his owne ſpewing: &amp; yet
be ye fouler, for your long continuing in ſinne,
and your ſinfull vſage, for which ye bee roted
in your ſinne, as a beeſte in his donge. Suche
manner of thoughtes make a manne to have
ſhame of his ſinne, &amp; no delite. As God ſaith,
by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Prophet Ezechiel: * Ye ſhall remembre
you of your ways, and they ſhull diſpleſe you
ſothly. Sinnes ben the waies that lede folke
to Hell.</p>
                           <p>THe ſecond cauſe that ought make a man
to have disdaine of ſinne is this, that
as ſaith ſaint Peter: * Who ſo doth ſinne,
is thrall of ſinne, and ſinne putteth a manne
in great thraldome. And therefore ſaieth the
prophet Ezechiell: * I went ſorrowfull, in diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daine
of my ſelfe. Certes, well ought a man
have disdaine of ſinne, and withdrawe him
fro that thraldome and villany. And lo, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
ſaieth Seneke in this matter, he ſaith thus:
* Though I wiſt, that neither God ne manne
ſhould neuer know it, yet would I have diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daine
for to doe ſinne. And the ſame Seneke
alſo ſayeth: * I am borne to greater thinge,
than to be thrall to my body, or for to make of
my body a thrall. Ne a fouler thrall may no
man ne woman make of his bodie, than for
to yeue his body to ſinne, all were it the fou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſt
churle, or the fouleſt woman that liueth,
and leaſt of value, yet is he then more foule,
and more in ſeruitude. Euer fro the higher
degree y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> man falleth, the more is he thrall,
and more to God and to the world vile and
abhominable. O good God, well ought man
have great diſdaine of ſinne, ſith y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> through
ſinne, there hee was free, he is made bond.
And therefore ſaieth ſaint Auguſtine: * If thou
haſt diſdaine of thy ſeruaunt, if hee offend or
ſinne, have thou then diſdaine, that thou thy
ſelfe ſhouldeſt do ſinne. Take regard of thine
own value, that thou ne bee too foule to thy
ſelfe. Alas, well ought they then have diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daine
to bee ſeruaunts and thralles to ſinne,
and ſore to be aſhamed of themſelf, that God
of his endleſſe goodneſſe hath ſette in high
eſtate, or yeue hem witte, ſtrength of bodye,
heale, beautie, or proſperitie, and bought hem
fro the death with his hert blood, that they ſo
vnkindly ayenſt his gentleneſſe, quite him ſo
villanouſly, to ſlaughter of her owne ſoules.
Oh good God, ye women that been of great
beautie, remembreth you on the prouerbe of
Salomon, * He ſaieth he likeneth a faire wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man,
that is a foole of her bodie, to a ring of
gold that were worne on the groine of a ſow:
For right as a ſowe wroteth in euery ordure,
ſo wroteth ſhe her beautie in ſtinking ordure
of ſinne.</p>
                           <p>THe third cauſe that ought meue a man
to contrition, is dread of the day of
doome, and of the horrible pains of hell.
For as ſaint Ierome ſayeth: * At euery time
that me remembreth of the day of doome, I
quake: For when I eate and drinke, or what
ſo that I do, euer ſeemeth me y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the trompe
ſowneth in mine eare: Riſeth ye vp that been
ded, and cometh to the judgement. O good
God, muche ought a manne to drede ſuch a
judgment, there as we ſhall be all, * as Saint
Poule ſayeth, before the ſeat of oure Lorde
Ieſu Chriſt, whereas he ſhal make a generall
congregation, whereas no man may bee ab<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent,
for certes there auaileth none eſſoyne ne
excuſation, and not onely, that our defaults
ſhall be judged, but alſo that all our werkes
ſhall openly be knowne. And as ſayeth ſaint
Bernard, * There ne ſhall no pleading auaile,
ne no ſleight: We ſhall yeue reckoning of eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rie
idle word. There ſhall we haue a judge
that may not bee deceiued ne corrupt, and
why? For certes, all our thoughts been diſco<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uered,
as to him: ne for prayer ne for mede, he
ſhall not be corrupt. And therefore ſaith Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lomon:
* The wrath of God ne woll not ſpare
no wight, for prayer ne for yeft. And there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
at the day of doome there is no hope to
eſcape. Wherfore, as ſaith ſaint Anſelme:
* Full great anguiſh ſhall y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſinnefull folke
haue at y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> time: There ſhall y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fiers &amp; wroth
iudge ſitte aboue, and vnder him the horrible
pitte of hell open, to deſtroy him y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> muſt be
knowe his ſinnes, which ſinnes openly beene
ſhewed before God &amp; before euery creature:
And on the left ſide, mo Diuels than anie
heart may thinke, for to hale and drawe the
ſinfull ſoules to the paine of hell: and within
the hearts of folke ſhall be the biting conſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence,
and without forth ſhall bee the world all
brenning: whither ſhall then the wretched
ſinful man flie to hide him? Certes he may not
hide him, he muſt come forth and ſhewe him.
For certes, as ſaith S. Ierom, the earth ſhall
caſt him out of it, and the ſee alſo, and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ayre
that ſhall be ful of thonder clappes and light<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nings.
Now ſothly, who ſo well remembreth
him of theſe thinges, I geſſe that his ſinne
ſhall not turne him in delite, but to great ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rowe,
for drede of the paine of hell. And there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſaith Iob to God: * ſuffer lord y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I may
a while bewaile and wepe, er I goe without
returning to the darke londe, couered with
the derkeneſſe of death, to the londe of miſeſe
and of derkeneſſe, whereas is the ſhadowe of
<pb n="172" facs="tcp:51487:104"/>
death, where as there is none order or ordi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce,
but fearfull drede that ever ſhall laſt.
Lo, here may you ſee, that Iob prayed reſpite
a while, to bewepe and waile his treſpaſſe:
For ſothely one day of reſpite is better than all
the treaſure of this world. And for as much as
a man may acquite himſelfe before god by pe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nitence
in this world, &amp; not by treaſure, there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſhould he pray to God to yeue him reſpite
a while, to bewepe &amp; waile his treſpaſſe: for
certes, all the ſorow that a man might make
fro y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> beginning of the world, nis but a little
thing, at regarde of the ſorrow of hell. The
cauſe why that Iob calleth hell the londe of
derkeneſſe, underſtondeth that he calleth it
londe or earth, for it is ſtable and never ſhall
faile, &amp; derke: For he that is in hell hath de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faute
of light materiall, for certes the derke
light that ſhall come out of the fire that ever
ſhall brenne, ſhall turn him all to pain y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> is
in hell, for it ſheweth him to the horrible Di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uels
that him turmenteth, covered with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
derkeneſſe of death, that is to ſay, * That hee
that is in hell, ſhall have defaut of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſight of
God: for certes the ſight of god is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> life per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>durable.
The derknes of death, been y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſins
that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wretched man hath don, which that
diſturb him to ſee y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> face of God, right as the
derke cloud betwixt us and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſunne. Londe
of miſeſe, becauſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> there been three maner
of defautes ayenſt three things that folke of
this world have in this preſent life, that is to
ſay: honours, delices, &amp; richeſſe. Ayenſt ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour
have they in hell ſhame and confuſion:
For well ye wote, that men call honour y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>verence
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> man doth to man, but in hell is
none honour ne reverence. For certes no more
reverence ſhal be do there to a king, than to a
knave. For which God ſayth by the Prophet
Ieremie: Thoſe folke that me diſpiſe, ſhal be
in diſpite. Honour is alſo called great lorde<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhip:
there ſhall no wight ſerve other: but of
harme and turment. Honour is alſo called
great dignitie and highneſſe, but in hell ſhall
they be all fortroden of divels. As God ſaith:
the horrible Devils ſhall goe and come upon
the heddes of damned folke: and this is, for
as much as the higher that they were in this
preſent life, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> more ſhall they be abated and
defoiled in hell. Ayenſte the richeſſe of this
world ſhall they have miſeſe of poverte, that
ſhall be in four thinges. In defaut of trea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſure.
Of which David ſaith: * The rich folk
that embrace &amp; knit all her hert to treaſour
of this world, ſhall ſleep in the ſleeping of
death, and nothing ne ſhull they find in her
hondes of all her treſour. And moreover, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
miſeaſe of hell ſhall be in defaut of meat and
drinke. For God ſayeth thus by Moyſes:
* They ſhall bee waſted with hunger, and the
byrdes of hell ſhall devour hem with bitter
death, and y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> gall of the Dragon ſhall be her
drinke, and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> venum of the Dragon her mor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſels.
Alſo her miſeaſe ſhall be in defaut of clo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing,
for they ſhall be naked in bodie, as of
clothing, ſaue the fire in which they brenne,
and other filthes: and naked ſhall they be of
ſoule, of all manner vertues, which that is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
clothing of the ſoule, Where been than the
gay robes, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſoft ſhetes, and y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſmall ſherts?
Lo, what ſayth God of hem by the Prophet
Eſaie, * That under hem ſhall bee ſtrewed
moughtes, and her covertures ſhall bee of
worms of hell. Alſo her miſeaſe ſhall be in de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faut
of friends, for he is not poor y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> hath good
frends: but ther is no frend, for neither God ne
no creature ſhall be frend to hem, and ech of
hem ſhall hate other with deadly hate: The
ſonnes and the doughters ſhall rebell ayenſt
father and mother, and kinred ayenſt kinred,
chide, and diſpiſe each other, both day and
night, as God ſayeth by the prophet Miche<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>as:
* And y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> loving children that whilom lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved
ſo fleſhly ech other, would ech of hem eat
other if they might. * For how ſhould they love
together in the paines of hell, when they ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted
eche other in proſperity of this life? for
truſt well, her fleſhly love was deedly hate. As
ſaith y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Prophet David: Whoſo that loveth
wickedneſſe, he hateth his ſoul, and who ſo ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
his own ſoul, certes he may love none
other wight in no maner: And therefore in hel
is no ſolace ne no frendſhip, but ever y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> more
kinredes that ben in hell, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> more curſinges,
the more chidinges, and y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> more deadly hate
there is among hem. Alſo they ſhall have de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faut
of all manner delices, for certes delices
ben after the appetites of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> five wittes: As
ſight, hearing, ſmelling, favouring, and tou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ching.
But in Hell her ſight ſhall be full of
derkeneſſe and of ſmoke, &amp; therefore full of
teares, and her hearing full of wailing and
grinting of teeth: As ſaith Ieſu Chriſt. Her
noſthrilles ſhall bee full of ſtinking. And, as
ſaith Eſay y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Prophet: Her ſavouring ſhall
be full of bitter gall, &amp; as touching of all her
bodies, icovered with fire, that never ſhall
quench, and with wormes that never ſhall
die. As God ſayth by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mouth of Eſay: and
for as much as they ſhall not wene that they
may die for pain, and by death flye fro pain,
that they may underſtond in the wordes of
Iob, that ſaieth: There is the ſhadow of
death. Certes a ſhadow hath likeneſſe of the
thing of which it is ſhadowed, but ſhadow
is not the ſame thing of which it is ſha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dowed:
right ſo fareth the pain of Hell, it is
like death, for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> horrible anguiſh. And why?
For it paineth hem ever as though they ſhold
die anon, but certes they ſhall not die. For as
ſaith ſaint Greg. * To wretched caitiffes ſhall
be death without death, and end without end,
and defaut without fayling, for her death
ſhall alway live, and her end ſhall ever more
begin, and her defaut ſhall not faile.</p>
                           <p>And therefore ſayth ſaint Iohn the Evan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>geliſt,
* They ſhall follow death, &amp; they ſhall
not find him, and they ſhall deſire to die, and
death ſhall flie from hem. And alſo Iob ſaith,
That in hell is no order or rule. And all be it
ſo, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God hath create all thing in right order,
and nothing without order, but all things
<pb n="173" facs="tcp:51487:104"/>
been ordred and numbred, yet natheleſſe they
that been dampned been nothing in order, ne
hold none order, for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> earth ne ſhall bere hem
no fruit. For, as the Prophet David ſayth:
God ſhall deſtroy y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fruit of the earth, as for
hem, ne water, ne ſhall yeve hem no moiſture,
ne the ayre no refreſhing, ne fire no light.
For as ſaith ſaint Baſilie: * The brenning of
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fire of this world ſhall God yeve in hell to
hem that been dampned, but y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> light and the
clearneſſe ſhall he yeve in Heaven to his chil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dren:
right as good men yeve fleſh to her chil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dren,
and bones to her hounds. And for they
ſhall have none hope to eſcape, ſayeth ſainct
Iob at laſt, * That there ſhall terrour &amp; greſly
drede dwell without end. Horrour is al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
drede that is to come, &amp; this drede ſhall
alway dwell in the hearts of hem that bee
dampned. And therfore have they loſt all her
hope for ſeven cauſes. Firſt, for God that is
her judge ſhall be without mercy to hem, and
they may not pleaſe him, ne none of his ſaints,
ne they may not yeve nothing for her raun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſome,
ne they ſhall have no voice to ſpeake
to him, ne they may not fly fro pain, ne they
have no goodneſſe in hem y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they may ſhew
to deliver hem fro pain. And therefore ſaith
Salomon: * The wicked man dyeth, and
when he is dead, he ſhall have no hope to eſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cape
fro paine. Who ſo then would well un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtond
the paines, and bethinke him well
that hee hath deſerved thoſe paines for his
ſinnes, certes he ſhould have more talent to
ſighe and weepe, than for to ſinge and playe.
For as ſaith Salomon, * Who ſo that had y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
ſcience to know the paines that ben ordained
for ſinne, he would make ſorowe. That ſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence,
as ſaith Saint Auſtin, maketh a man
to weiment in his heart.</p>
                           <p>THE fourth pointe that oughte make a
man have contrition, is the ſorowfull
remembraunce of the good that hee hath left
to doe heare in earthe, and alſo the good
that he hath loſt. Sothly the good werkes
that hee hath lefte, either they be the good
werkes that hee wrought er hee fell in deadly
ſinne, or elſe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> good werkes that hee wrought
while hee laie in ſinne. Sothly the good
werkes that he did before that he fell in ſinne,
been all mortified, aſtoned, &amp; dull by oft ſin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning.
The werkes that hee did while hee lay
in ſin, he dead, as to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> life perdurable in hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven:
then the good werkes that been mortifi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
by oft ſinning, which he did being in cha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite,
may not quick ayen without very peni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tence.
And of it ſayth God by the mouth of
Ezechiel: * If y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> rightfull man retourn ayen
fro his rightwiſeneſſe and do wickednes, ſhall
he live? nay, for all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> good werkes that hee
hath do, ne ſhall neuer be in remembrance, for
he ſhall die in his ſinne. And upon y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> chap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
ſayth ſaint Gregory thus, that wee ſhall
underſtond this principally: * If y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> we done
deadly ſinne, it is for nought then to rehearſe
or draw into memory the good werkes that
wee have wrought before: for certes in the
werking of deadly ſinne, there is no truſt ta
no good werke y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we have doen before, that is
to ſay, as for to have thereby the life perdu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rable
in Heaven. But natheleſſe, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> good werks
quicken and come againe, and helpe and a<g ref="char:EOLunhyphen"/>vaile
to have the life perdurable in Heaven,
when we have contricion: but ſoothly y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> good
werkes that men don while they be in deedly
ſinne, for as much as they were doen in deed<g ref="char:EOLunhyphen"/>ly
ſinne, they may never quicke: For certes,
thing that never had life, may never quick:
And natheleſſe, albeit that they avail not to
have the life perdurable, yet availe they to a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bredge
of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> pain of hell, or els to get tempo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rall
richeſſes, or els that God woll y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> rather
enlumine or light the heart of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſinfull man
to have repentaunce, and eke they availe for
to uſe a manne to do good werkes, that the
feende have the leſſe power of his ſoul. And
thus the curteis Lord Ieſu Chriſt, ne woll
that no good work bee loſte, for in ſomewhat
it ſhall availe. But for as much as the good
werkes that menne doen while they been in
good life, been all amortiſed by ſinne follow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing:
and alſo ſithe that all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> good werkes
that men doon while they bee in dedly ſinne,
been utterly dead, as for to have the life per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>durable,
well may that manne that no good
werke ne doeth, ſing that new freſh ſong
<hi>(lay tout pardu mon temps, et mon labure.)</hi> * For
certes ſinne bereaveth a man both goodneſſe
of nature, &amp; alſo the goodneſſe of grace. For
ſoothly the grace of the holy ghoſt, fareth like
fire that may not be idle, for fire faileth anon
as it foreletteth his werking: and right ſo
grace fayleth anon, as it foreletteth his wer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>king.
Then leſeth the ſinfull man the good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of glory, that only is beheight to good
men that labour and werk. Well may he be
ſory then, that oweth all his life to God, as
long as he hath lived, and alſo as long as he
ſhall live, that no goodneſſe ne hath to paie
with his debt to God, to whom he oweth all
his life: * for truſt well he ſhall yeve accompts
as ſayth Saint Bernard, of all the goodes
that have been yeve him in this preſent life,
and how he hath hem diſpended, in ſo much
that there ſhall not periſhe an heere of his
hedde, ne a moment of an houre ne ſhall not
periſhe of his time, that hee ne ſhall yeve of
it a reckoning.</p>
                           <p>THE fifthe thinge that ought to moove a
man to contricion, is remembraunce of
the paſſion that our Lorde Ieſu Chriſt ſuffe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red
for our ſinnes. For as ſaieth ſaint Ber<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>narde,
* While that I live, I ſhall have re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>membraunce
of the travailes, that our Lord
Ieſu Chriſt ſuffered in preaching, his weari<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
in travailing, his temptations when
he faſted, his long wakings when he praied,
his veares when that he wept for pite of good
people: the woe, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſhame, and the filthe that
men ſaid to him: of the foule ſpitting that
menne ſpitte in his face, of the buffettes that
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men yave him: of the foule mowes &amp; of the
reproves that men ſaid to him: of the nailes
with which hee was nailed to the croſſe, and
of all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> remnaunt of his paſſion, that he ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fred
for my ſinnes, and nothing for his gilte.</p>
                           <p>And ye ſhall underſtond, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in mans ſinne
is every manner order or ordinance, tourned
up ſo doune. For it is ſoth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> God, reaſon,
ſenſualite, and the bodie of man, been ordai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned
that eche of theſe four things ſhould
have lordſhip over that other: as thus, God
ſhould have lordſhip over reaſon, and reaſon
over ſenſualite, and ſenſualite over the body
of man. But ſothly when man ſinneth, all
this order or ordinance, is turned up ſo doun.
And therefore then, for as moche as reaſon
of man, ne woll not be ſubject ne obeyſaunt
to God, that is his Lord by right, therefore
leſeth it the worſhip that it ſhould have over
ſenſualite, and alſo over the bodie of manne.
And why? For ſenſualite rebelleth than ayenſt
reaſon: and by that way leeſeth reaſon the
lordſhip over ſenſualite, and over the body:
For right as reaſon is rebell to God, right ſo
is both ſenſualite rebell to reaſon, and to the
body alſo. And certes this diſordinaunce &amp;
this rebellion, our Lord Ieſu Chriſt bought
upon his precious body full deere: and herke<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
in what wiſe. * For as much then as
reaſon is rebell to God, therefore is man wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy
to have ſorow, and to be dede. This ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fred
our Lord Ieſu Chriſt for manne, after
that he had be betraied of his diſciple, &amp; di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrained
and bound, ſo that his blood braſt
out at every naile of his hondes, as ſaith S.
Auguſtin. And ferthermore, for as much as
reaſon of manne, woll not daunt ſenſualite,
when it may, therefore is manne worthy to
have ſhame: and this ſuffered our Lord Ieſu
Chriſt for man, when they ſpit in his viſage.
And ferthermore, for as muche then as the
caitiffe body of man, is rebell both to reaſon
&amp; to ſenſualite, therefore it is worthy death:
&amp; this ſuffered our Lord Ieſu Chriſt upon y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
Croſſe, whereas there was no part of his bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy
free, without great paine and bitter paſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion:
&amp; all this ſuffred our Lord Ieſu Chriſt
that never forfaited. And therefore reaſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nably
may be ſaid of Ieſu in this maner: To
much am I pained, for things that I never
deſerved: and to much defouled for ſhame
that man is worthy to have. And therefore
may the ſinfull man well ſay, as ſayth ſaint
Bernard: * Accurſed be the bitterneſſe of my
ſinne, for whiche there muſt bee ſuffered ſo
much bitterneſſe. For certes, after the divers
diſcordance of our wickedneſſe, was the paſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion
of Ieſu Chriſt ordained in divers things,
as thus: Certes ſinfull mannes ſoul is be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>traied
of the Divell, by covetiſe of temporall
proſperite, and ſcorned by deceit, when that
he cheſeth fleſhly delices, and yet it is turmen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted
by impatience of adverſity, and beſpet by
ſervage and ſubjection of ſinne, and at the
laſt it is ſlain finally. For this diſordinaunce
of ſinfull man, was Ieſus Chriſt firſt betraid,
and after that was hee bound, that came for
to unbind us of ſinne and of paine. Then
was he beſcorned, that only ſhould have bee
honoured in all things. Then was his viſage
that ought be deſired to bee ſeen of all man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kind
(in which viſage Angels deſire to look)
villainouſly beſpet. Then was he ſcourged
that nothing had treſpaſſed, and finally, then
was he crucified &amp; ſlain. Then was accom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pliſhed
the words of Eſaie: * He was woun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
for our misdeeds, and defoiled for our
felonies. Now ſith that Ieſu Chriſt took on
him the pain of all our wickedneſſes, moche
ought ſinfull man wepe and bewaile, that
for his ſinnes, Gods ſonne of Heaven ſhould
all this pain endure.</p>
                           <p>THE Sixt thing that ſhould meve a man
to contricion, is the hope of thre things,
that is to ſay: forye veneſſe of ſinne, and the
gift of grace for to doe well, and the glory
of Heaven with whiche God ſhall rewarde
manne for his good deeds: And for as much
as Ieſu Chriſt, yeveth us theſe gifts of his
largeneſſe, and of his Sovereigne bountie,
therefore is hee called <hi>(Ieſus Nazarenus Rex
Iudeorum)</hi> Ieſus is to ſay, ſaviour or ſalvati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
on whom men ſhal hope to have foryeve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of ſinnes, which that is properly ſalva<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
of ſinnes. And therefore ſayd the Angell
to Ioſeph, Thou ſhalt call his name Ieſus,
that ſhall ſave his people of her ſinnes. And
hereof ſaith Saint Peter: * There is none
other name under Heaven, that is yeve to
any man, by which a man may be ſaved, but
onely Ieſus. Nazarenus is as much for to
ſay, as flouriſhing, in which a man ſhall hope
that hee that yeveth him remiſſion of ſinnes,
ſhall yeve him alſo grace well for to doe. * I
was at the doore of thine herte, ſayth Ieſus,
and called for to enter: He that openeth to
me, ſhall have foryeveneſſe of his ſinne. I
woll enter into him by my grace, and ſup
with him by the good werkes that hee ſhall
doe, which werkes been the food of the ſoule,
and he ſhall ſuppe with me, by the great joye
that I ſhall yeve him. Thus ſhall man hope
for his werkes of penaunce, that GOD ſhall
yeve him his reign, as he behight him in the
Goſpell. Now ſhall a man underſtonde, in
which manner ſhall be his contricion: I ſay,
that it ſhall be univerſall and totall, this is
to ſay: a man ſhall be very repentant for all
his ſinnes that hee hath dooen in delite of his
thought, for it is right perillous.</p>
                           <p>For there been two manner of conſen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tings
that one of hem is called conſenting
of affection, when a man is moved to do ſin,
and then deliteth him longe, for to think on
that ſinne, &amp; his reaſon apperceiveth it wel,
that it is ſinne ayenſt the Law of God, and
yet his reaſon refraineth not his foule delite
on talent, though he ſee well apertly, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it is
ayenſt the reverence of God, although his
reaſon conſent not to do y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſinne indeed: yet
ſay ſome Doctours, that ſoche delite that
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dwelleth longe is full perillous, albeit never
ſo little. And alſo a man ſhould ſorrow, name<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
for all that ever he hath deſired ayenſt the
Law of God, with perfite conſenting of his
reaſon, for thereof is no doubte, that it is
deadly ſinne in conſenting: for certes there
is no deadly ſinne, but that it is firſt in mans
thought, and after that in his delite, and ſo
forth into conſenting, and into deed. Wher<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
I ſay that many men, ne repent hem ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver
of ſuch thoughts and delices, ne never
ſhrive hem of it, but only of the deed of great
ſinnes outward: wherefore, I ſay that ſoche
wicked delites been ſubtill begilers of hem
that ſhall be dampned.</p>
                           <p>Moreover, man ought to ſorowe for his
wicked words, as well as for his wicked
deeds: for certes the repentance of a ſinguler
ſinne, and not repentant of all his other ſins:
or elſe repent him of all his other ſinnes, and
not of a ſinguler ſinne, may not availe: * For
certes GOD almighty is all good, and
therefore, either he foryeveth all, or elſe right
nought. And therefore ſaith ſaint Auguſtin:
I wote certainly, that God is enemy to eve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
ſinner: and how then hee that obſerveth
one ſinne, ſhall hee have foryeveneſſe of thoſe
other ſinnes? Nay. And moreover, contri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
ſhould bee wonder ſorowfull and angui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhous:
and therefore yeveth him God plainly
his mercy: and therefore when my ſoul was
anguiſhed, and ſorowful within me, then had
I remembrance of God, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> my prayer might
come to him. Ferthermore, contricion muſt
be continuall, and that manne have ſtedfaſt
purpoſe to ſhrive him, and to amend him of
his life. For ſothly while contricion laſteth,
man may ever hope to have foryevenes. And
of this cometh hate of ſinne, that deſtroyeth
both ſinne in himſelf, and alſo in other folke
at his power. For which ſaith David: * They
that love God, hate wickedneſſe: For to love
GOD, is for to love that he loveth, and hate
that he hateth. The laſt thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men ſhall
underſtand is this, Wherefore availeth con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trition?
I ſay, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> contricion ſometime delive<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reth
man fro ſinne: Of which David ſaith,
I ſay (ſaid David) I purpoſed firmely to
ſhrive me, and thou Lord releaſedeſt my ſin.
And right ſo as contricion availeth not with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
ſad purpoſe of ſhrift, if man have oppertu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity,
right ſo little worth is ſhrift or ſatisfacti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
without contrition. And moreover con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tricion
deſtroyeth the priſon of hell, and ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
weak and feeble all the ſtrengths of the
Devils, and reſtoreth the yeftes of the holy
Ghoſt, and of all good vertues, and it clean<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
the ſoule of ſinne, and delivereth it fro
the paine of hell, and fro the company of the
Devill, and fro the ſervage of ſinne, and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtoreth
it to all goods ſpirituals, and to the
company and communion of holy Church.
Ferthermore, it maketh him that whilome
was ſonne of yre, to be the ſonne of Grace:
And all theſe things been prooved by holy
writ. And therefore he that would ſet his en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tent
to theſe things, he were full wiſe: for tru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
he ne ſhould have then in all his life cou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rage
to ſinne, but yeve his heart and body to
ſerve Chriſt, and thereof doe him homage.
For truly our Lord hath ſpared us ſo meekly
in our foilies, that if he ne had pity of mans
ſoule, a ſorry ſong might we all ſing.</p>
                           <trailer>Explicit prima pars poenitentiae: &amp;
incipit pars ſecunda.</trailer>
                        </div>
                        <div n="2" type="part">
                           <p>THE ſecond part of penitence is
Confeſſion, that is a ſigne of con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tricion.
Now ſhull yee underſtond
what is Confeſſion, and it ought
needs bee doen or no: and which thinges
be covenable to very confeſſion.</p>
                           <p>Firſt ſhalt thou underſtonde, that confeſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion
is very ſhewing of ſinnes to the Prieſt:
this is to ſay very, for hee muſt confeſſe him
of all the conditions that belong to his ſin,
as ferforthe as hee can: all muſt bee ſayed,
and nothing excuſed ne hid, * And not a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vaunt
thee of thy good werkes. Alſo it is
neceſſarie to underſtonde whence that ſinnes
ſpringe, and howe they entere, and which
they beene.</p>
                           <p>Of the ſpring of ſins, ſaith Saint Poule
in this wiſe: * That right as by one man
ſinne entred firſt into this world, and through
ſin death, right ſo the death entreth into all
men that ſinne: and this man was Adam,
by whom ſin entred into this world, when he
broke the commandment of God. And ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
he that firſt was ſo mighty, that hee ne
ſhuld have died, became ſo that he muſt needs
die, whether he would or no, and all his pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>genie
in this world, that in the ſayed man
ſinned. Look that in the eſtate of innocency,
when Adam and Eve were naked in Para<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diſe,
and ſhamed not hereof, how the ſerpent,
wilyeſt of all other beaſis y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> GOD made,
ſaid to the woman: Why commanded God
you, that ye ſhould not eate of every tree in
Paradiſe: The woman answered: Of the
fruit ſaid ſhe of trees of Paradiſe we feed us,
but of the fruit of the middle tree of Paradiſe
God forbode us to eate and touch, leaſt wee
ſhould die. The Serpent ſayd to the wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man:
Nay, nay, ye ſhall not die of death, for
ſooth God wotte, that what day that ye eate
thereof your eyen ſhall open, and ye ſhall be
as gods, knowing good &amp; harme. The wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man
then ſaw that the tree was good to fee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding,
and fair to the eyen, and delectable to
ſight, ſhe took of the fruit of the tree and did
eat, and yave to her husbond, and he eat, and
anon the eyen of hem both opened: &amp; when
that they knewe that they were naked, they
ſowed of Figg leaves in manner of breches,
to hide her members. There may ye ſee That
deadly ſin hath firſt ſuggeſtion of the ſende,
as ſheweth here by the Adder: and afterward
the delight of the fleſh, as ſheweth by Eve, &amp;
after that, conſenting of reaſon, as ſheweth
here by Adam. For truſt well, though ſo it
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were, that the fende tempted Eve, that is to
ſay, the fleſh, and the fleſh had delight in the
beauty of the fruit defended: yet certes till
that reaſon, that is to ſay, Adam conſented
to the eating of the fruit, yet ſtoode hee in the
ſtate of innocency. Of the ſayd Adam tooke
wee the ſayd originall ſinne, for of him fleſhly
diſcended bee wee all, and engendred of vile
and corrupt matter: And when the ſoule is
put in our bodies, right anon is contract ori<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginall
ſinne, and that that was erſt, but one<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
pain of concupiſcence, is afterward both
paine and ſinne: and therefore wee been all
borne ſonnes of wrath, and of dampnation
perdurable, if it nere Baptiſme that wee re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceive,
which benimmeth us the coulpe: but
forſoth the pine dwelleth with us as to temp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tation,
which pine hight concupiſcence. This
concupiſcence when it is wrongfully diſpoſed
or ordained in man, it maketh him covet by
covetiſe of fleſh, fleſhly ſin by ſight of his eyen,
as to yerthly thinges, and alſo covetiſe of
highneſſe by pride of heart.</p>
                           <p>Now as to ſpeake of the firſt covetiſe, that
is concupiſcence, after the law of our mem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bers,
that were lawfully made, and by right<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
judgment of God, I ſay, * For as much
as man is not obeiſant to God, that is his
Lorde, therefore is the fleſh to him diſobei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunt
through concupiſcence, whiche is cal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led
nouriſhing of ſinne, and occaſion of ſinne.
Therefore, all the while that a manne hath
within him the pine of concupiſcence, it is im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſſible,
but he bee tempted ſometime, and
moved in his fleſh to ſin. And this thing may
not faile as long as he liveth. It may well
wax feeble by vertue of Baptiſme, and by the
grace of God through penitence, but fully ne
ſhall it never quench, that hee ne ſhall ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
be mooved in himſelf, but if he were all
refrained by ſickneſſe, or by malice of ſorcery,
or cold drinks. For lo, what ſaith S. Poule:
the fleſh coveteth ayenſt the ſpirite, and the
ſpirite ayenſt the fleſh: they been ſo contrary
and ſo ſtriven, that a manne may not alway
do as he would. The ſame S. Poule, after
his great Pennance, in water and in lond: in
water by night and by day, in great peril, and
in great paine: in londe, famine and thurſt,
cold and clothleſſe, and ones ſtoned almoſt to
death: Yet (ſaid he) alas, I caitiffe manne,
who ſhall deliver me fro the priſon of my cai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tiffe
body? And ſaint Ierom, when hee long
time had dwelled in deſert, whereas hee had
no company but of wilde beaſtes, where as
hee had no meate, but herbes, and water to
drinke, ne no bed, but the naked earth, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
his fleſh was blacke, as an Ethyopian
for heat, and nie deſtroyed for cold: Yet (ſaid
he) that the brenning of lechery boyled in all
his body. Wherefore I wot well that they
bee deceived that ſay, they be not tempted in
her bodies. Witnes S. Iames that ſaith,
* That every wight is tempted in his owne
conſcience, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſay: That ech of us hath
matter and occaſion, to be tempted of the no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſhing
of ſinne, that is in his body. And ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſaith ſaint Iohn the Evangeliſt: If wee
ſay that we been without ſinne, wee deceive
our ſelfe, and truth is not in us. Now ſhall
ye underſtond, how ſin waxeth and increaſeth
in man. The firſt thing is the ſame nouriſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
of ſinne, of which I ſpake before, the fleſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
concupiſcence: and after that, commeth
ſuggeſtion of the Devill, this is to ſay, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> De<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vils
belous, with which he bloweth in man,
the fire of concupiſence: &amp; after that, a man
bethinketh him whether hee woll doe or no
that thing to which he is tempted. And then
if a man withſtond and weive the firſt inti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing
of his fleſh, and of the fiend, then it is
no ſinne: and if ſo be he doe not, then feeleth
he anon a flame of delight, and then it is good
to beware and keep him well, or els he woll
fall anone to conſenting of ſinne, and then
woll he do it, if hee may have time and place.
And of this matter ſayth Moyſes by the De<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vill,
in this manner: The fiend ſayth, I woll
chace and purſue man by wicked ſuggeſtion,
and I woll take him by mooving and <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                                 <desc>••</desc>
                              </gap>irring
of ſinne, and I woll depart my priſe of my
preie by deliberation, and my luſt ſhall be ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>compliſhed
in delight, I woll draw my ſwerd
in conſenting. For certes, right as a ſwerde
departeth a thing in two peeces, right ſo con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſenting
departeth God fro manne, and then
woll I ſlea him with my honde in deede of
ſinne: thus ſayth the fiend. For certes, then
is a man all dead in ſoule, and thus is ſinne
accompliſhed with temptation, by delite and
conſenting: and then is the ſin actuall. For<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſooth
ſinne is in two maners, either it is veni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>all,
or deadly ſin. * Sothly, when man loveth
any creature, more than Ieſu Chriſt our
Creatour, then it is deadly ſin: and veniall
ſin it is, if a man love Ieſu Chriſt leſſe than
him ought. Forſooth the deed of this veniall
ſin is full perillous, for it miniſheth the love
that man ſhould have to God, more &amp; more.
And therefore if a man charge himſelfe with
many ſuch veniall ſins, certes, but if ſo be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
he ſometime diſcharge him of hem by ſhrift,
they may full lightly miniſh in him all the
love that he hath to Ieſu Chriſt: and in this
wiſe skippeth veniall ſinne into deadly ſinne.
For certes, the more that a man chargeth his
ſoule with veniall ſinnes, the more hee is en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>clined
to fall into deadly ſin. And therefore
let us not be negligent, to charge us of veni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>all
ſinnes. For the Proverb ſaith, * That ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
ſmall make a great. Hearken this enſam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple:
A great wave of the ſea commeth ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
with ſo great a violence, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it drouneth
the ſhippe. And the ſame harme dooth ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
the ſmall drops of water, that entereth
through a little creveis into the timber, and
into the bottom of the ſhip, if men be ſo neg<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ligent,
that they diſcharge hem not by times.
And therefore although there be a difference
betwixt theſe two cauſes of drowning, al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gates
the ſhip is drouned. Right ſo fareth it
ſometime of deadly ſin, and of annoious ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>niall
<pb n="177" facs="tcp:51487:106"/>
ſinnes, when they multiplie in man ſo
greatly, that thoſe worldly thinges that hee
loueth, through which hee ſinneth venially,
is as great in his heart as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> loue of God, or
more: &amp; therefore the loue of euery thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is
not beſet in God, ne done principally for
Gods ſake, although that a man loue it leſſe
than God, yet is it veniall ſinne; and deadly
ſin, when the loue of any thing weigheth in
the heart of man, as much as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> loue of God,
or more. Deadly ſinne, as ſaith ſaint Augu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtine,
is, * When a man turneth his heart fro
God, whiche that is very ſoueraigne bounty,
that may not chaunge, and yeueth his heart
to thing that may chaunge and flit: and cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
that is euerie thing ſaue God of heauen.
For ſooth is, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> if a man yeue his loue, which
that he oweth to God with all his heart, vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
a creature, certes, as much of loue as he
yeueth to the ſame creature, ſo muche he bi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reaueth
fro God, and therefore doth he ſinne:
for he that is debitour to God, ne yeldeth not
to God all his debt, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, all the loue
of his heart. Nowe ſith man vnderſtondeth
generallye which is veniall ſinne, then it is
couenable to tell ſpecially of ſin, which that
many a man, peraduenture, deemeth hem
no ſinnes, and ſhriueth him not of the ſame
things, and yet natheleſſe they be ſins ſooth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
as theſe Clerkes write, this is to ſay: * At
euery tyme that manne eateth or drinketh
more than ſufficeth to the ſuſtenance of his
body, in certain he doth ſinne: and alſo when
he ſpeaketh more than it needeth, it is ſinne.</p>
                           <p>Alſo when he hearkeneth not benignely the
complainte of the poore: Alſo when hee is in
heale of bodie, and woll not faſt when other
folk faſt, without cauſe reaſonable: Alſo when
he ſleepeth more than needeth, or when he co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
perchance to late to the Church, or to o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
werkes of charitie: Alſo when he vſeth
his wife without ſoueraigne deſire of engen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>drure,
to the honour of God, or for the entent
to yeeld to his wife debte of his bodie. Alſo
when he woll not viſite the ſicke, or the priſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner,
if he may. Alſo if he loue wife or child, or
other worldly thing, more than reaſon requi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reth.
Alſo if he flatter or blandiſe more than
him ought for any neceſſitie. Alſo if he miniſh
or withdrawe the almoſe of the poore. Alſo if
he apparaile his meat more deliciouſly than
need is, or eat too haſtily by lickorouſnes. Al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſo,
if he talke vanities at Church, or at Gods
ſeruice, or that he be a talker of idle words,
of folly or villanie, for he ſhall yeeld accompts
of it at the day of doome. Alſo, when hee be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>highteth
or aſſureth to doe thinges that hee
maie not perfourme. Alſo, when that hee by
lightneſſe or folly, miſſayeth or ſcorneth his
neighbour. Alſo, when he hath any wicked
ſuſpection of thing, that hee ne wote of ſoth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faſtneſſe.
Theſe things and mo without num<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ber
be ſinnes, as ſayth S. Auguſtine. Nowe
ſhall men vnderſtonde, that all be it ſo that
none earthly manne may eſchewe all veniall
ſins, yet may he refrain hem, by the brenning
loue that he hath to our Lord Ieſu Chriſt,
and by prayers and confeſſion, and other good
workes, ſo that it ſhall be but little grief. For
as ſaith S. Auguſtine: * If a man loue God in
ſuch manner, that all that euer he doth is the
loue of God, or for the loue of God verily, for
he brenneth in the loue of God: looke how
much that one droppe of water, which doth
fall into a great furnace full of fire, annoieth
or greueth the brenning of the fire: in like
manner annoieth or greueth a venial ſin, vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
that man which is ſtedfaſt and perfite in
the loue of our Sauiour Ieſu Chriſt. Ferther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>more,
men may alſo refraine and put awaie
veniall ſinne, by commening and receiuing
worthely y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> body of our Sauiour Ieſu Chriſt.
Alſo, by taking of holy water, by almoſedeed,
by generall confeſſion of Confite or at Maſſe,
and at Complin, and by bleſſings of Biſhops
and Prieſts, and by other good workes.</p>
                        </div>
                        <div type="part">
                           <head>De ſeptem peccatis mortalibus, &amp; de eorum de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pendentiis,
circumſtantiis, &amp; ſpeciebus.</head>
                           <p>NOw it is expedient to tell whiche been
the ſeauen deadly ſinnes, that is to ſay,
chiefetaines of ſinnes. All they ren in o lees,
but in diuers manners.</p>
                           <p>Now been they called ſeauen ſinnes, for as
much as they bee chiefe, and ſpringe of all o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
ſinnes. Of the roote of theſe ſeauen ſins,
then is Pride the generall root of all harms.
For of this roote ſpringeth certaine braun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ches:
as Ire, Enuie, Accidie or Slouth, Aua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rice
or Couetiſe, (to common vnderſtonding)
Gluttonie, and Lecherie: and each of theſe
chief ſinnes haue her braunches and twigs,
as it ſhall bee declared in her Chapiters fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lowing.
And though ſo bee that no manne
can vtterly tell the number of twigges, and
of the harmes that come of Pride, yet woll
I ſhew a part of hem, as ye ſhall vnderſtond.
There is inobedience, auaunting, ipocriſie,
diſpite, errogance, impudence, ſwelling of
hert, inſolence, elation, impatience, ſtrife, con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tumacie,
preſumption, irreuerence, pertina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cie,
vaineglorie, and many other twigs that I
cannot declare. Inobedience, is he that diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>obeyeth
for diſpite, the commaundements of
God, to his ſoueraignes, and to his ghoſtly
father. Auaunter, is he that boaſteth of the
harme or of the bounty y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he hath done. Ipo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>crite,
is he that hideth to ſhew him ſuch as he
is, and ſheweth him to ſeme ſuch as he is not.
Diſpitous, is he that hath diſdain of his nei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bour,
that is to ſaie, of his euin Chriſten, or
hath diſpite to do that him ought to do. Er<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rogance,
is hee that thinketh that hee hath
thoſe bounties in him that hee hath not, or
weneth that hee ſhoulde haue hem by his de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerts,
or elſe that he deemeth, he is that he is
not. Impudent, is he that for his pride, hath
no ſhame of his pride ne ſinne. Swelling of
heart, is when man rejoyceth him of harme
<pb n="178" facs="tcp:51487:107"/>
that he hath done. Inſolence, is he that diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>piſeth
in his judgement all other folke, as in
regarde of his value, of his cunning, of his
ſpeaking, and of his bering. Elation, is when
hee ne may neither ſuffer to haue maiſter ne
fellowe. Impatience, is he that woll not be
taught, ne rebuked of his vice, and by ſtrife
denyeth truth wittingly, and defendeth his
folly. Contumacie, is he that through his in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dignation,
is ayenſt euerie aucthoritie or
power of hem y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> been his Soueraines. Pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſumption,
is when a manne vndertaketh an
empriſe that him ought not to do, or els that
he may not doe, and this is called ſurquidie.
Irreuerence, is when man doth not honour
there as him ought to do, and looke to be re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerenced.
Pertinacie, is when men defende
her folly, and truſt too much on her own wit.
Vaineglorie, is for to haue pomp, &amp; delight
in his temporall highneſſe, and glorye him in
worldly eſtates. Iangling, is when men ſpeak
too muche before folke, and clappeth as a
mill, and take no keepe what they ſay.</p>
                           <p>And yet there is a priuie ſpece of pride, that
waiteth firſt to bee ſalewed, or he woll ſalew,
all be he leſſe worthye than that other is. And
alſo he waiteth or deſireth to ſit, or elſe to go
aboue him in the way, or kiſſe paxe, to be en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cenced,
or go to offring before his neighbour,
and ſuche ſemblable thinges, ayenſt his due<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
peraduenture, but that hee hath his heart
and his entent in ſuche a proude deſire to be
magnified and honoured before the people.</p>
                           <p>Now ben there two maner of prides. One
of hem is within the heart of a man, and that
other is without. Of whiche foreſayd things
ſoothly, and mo than I haue ſayd, appertaine
to pride, that is in the heart of man, and other
ſpeces of pride been without: but natheleſſe,
that one of theſe ſpeces of pride, is ſigne of
that other, right as the gaye leueſell at the
Tauerne, is ſigne of the wine that is in the
Seller. And this is in many thinges: as in
ſpeeche and countenaunce, and outragious
arraye of clothing: for certes, if there had ben
no ſinne in clothing, Chriſt would not ſo ſone
haue noted and ſpoken of the clothing of the
rich menne in the Goſpell. And as S. Greg.
ſaith, * That precious cloathing is culpable
for the dearth of it, and for his ſoftneſſe, and
for his ſtraungeneſſe and diſguiſing: and for
the ſuperfluitie, or for the inordinate ſcantnes
of it. Alas, may not a man ſee as in our daies,
the ſinnefull coſtlewe arraie of clothing, and
namely in too much ſuperfluitie, or elſe in too
diſordinate ſcantneſſe.</p>
                           <p>As to the firſte ſin in ſuperfluity of cloath<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>inge,
ſuche that maketh it ſo deare, to the
harme of the people, not onely the coſte of en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>broudering,
the diſguiſed endenting, or bar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ring,
ounding, paling, winding, or bending,
and ſemblable waſt of cloth in vanitie: but
there is alſo the coſtlewe Furring in her
gounes, ſo much pounſing of cheſell to make
holes, ſo muche dagging of Sheres, with
the ſuperfluitie in length of the foreſaide
gounes, trayling in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> dong and in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> myre, on
horſe and alſo on foot, as well of manne as of
woman: that all that trayling is verely (as
in effect) waſted, conſumed, thredbare, and rot<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
with doung, rather than it is yeue to the
poore, to great dammage of the foreſaid pore
folke, and that in ſundrie wiſe: this is to ſay,
that the more the cloth is waſted, the more
muſt it coſt to the poore people for the ſcarce<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.
And moreouer, if ſo be that they would
yeue ſuche pounſed and dagged clothing to
the poore people, it is not conuenient to were
for her eſtate, ne ſufficient to her neceſſitie, to
keepe hem fro the diſtemperaunce of the fir<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mament.
Vpon that other ſide, to ſpeake of
the horrible diſordinate ſcantneſſe of clothing,
as been theſe cutted ſloppes or hanſelines,
that through her ſhorteneſſe couer not the
ſhameful members of man, to wicked entent.
Alas, ſome of hem ſhew the boſſe of her ſhape,
and the horrible ſwole members that ſemeth
like the maladie of Hernia, in the wrap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ping
of her hoſen, and alſo the buttocks of
hem fare as it were the hinder parte of a ſhe
Ape in the full of the moone. And moreouer
the wretched ſwoln members that they ſhew
throughe diſguiſing, in departing of her ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſen,
in white and redde, ſeemeth that half her
ſhamefull priuy members were flaine. And if
ſo be that they departe her hoſen in other co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lours,
as is white and blewe, or white and
blacke, or blacke &amp; redde, and ſo forth: Then
ſeemeth it as by variaunce of colour that the
halfe part of her priue members ben corrupt
by the fire of ſaint Anthonie, or by canker, or
other ſuche miſchaunce. Of the hinder parte
of the buttockes it is full horrible for to ſee,
for certes in that partie of her bodie there as
they purge her ſtinking ordure, that foul par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
ſhew they to the people proudly in diſpite
of honeſtie, which honeſtie that Ieſu Chriſte
and his freends obſerued to ſhew in her life.
Now as to the outragious arraie of women,
God wot, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> though the viſages of ſome of
hem ſeem full chaſt and debonaire, yet noti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fie
in her aray or attire, licorouſnes and pride:
I ſay not that honeſtie in clothing of man or
woman is vncouenable, but certes the ſuper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fluitie
of diſordinate quantitie of clothing is
reprouable. Alſo the ſinne of ornament or of
apparaile, is in things that appertaine to ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding,
as in companie, delicate horſes that ben
holden for delight, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> been ſo faire, fatte, and
coſtlewe, and alſo in many a nice knaue, that
is ſuſtained becauſe of hem, in curious har<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neis,
as in ſaddles, cropers, peitrels, and bri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dles
couered with precious clothing, and rich
barres of plates of gould and of ſiluer. For
which God ſaith by Zacharie the Prophet,
I woll confounde the riders of ſuche horſes.
Theſe folke take little regarde of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> riding of
Goddes ſonne of heauen, and of his harneis,
when he rode vpon the Aſſe, and had none o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
harneis but the poore clothes of his diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ciples
<pb n="179" facs="tcp:51487:107"/>
ne we read not that euer hee rode on
other beeſt. I ſpeak this for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſinne of ſuper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fluitie,
and not for reaſonable honeſte, when
reaſon it requireth. And moreouer, certes
pride is greatly notified in holding of great
meine, when they been of little profite or of
right no profite, &amp; namely when that meine
is felonous and dammageous to the people
by hardineſſe of high lordſhip, or by way of
offices. For certes, ſuch Lordes ſell then her
lordſhippe to the Deuil of Hell, when they
ſuſtain the wickedneſſe of her meine. Or elſe,
when theſe folke of low degree, as thoſe that
keep hoſtleries, ſuſteine thefte of her hoſtel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lers,
and that is in many manner of deceits:
thoſe maner of folk been y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> flyes that follow
the honie, or elſe the hounds that follow the
caraine. Suche foreſayde folke ſtrangle ſpi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rituelly
her lordeſhips: For ſuche, thus ſaith
David the Prophet: * Wicked death might
come on thoſe lordeſhippes, and God yeve
that they might deſcend into hell, all downe,
all downe: For in her houſes been iniquities
and ſhrewdneſſe, and not God of heaven.
And certes, till they done amendment, right
as God yaue his bleſſing to Pharao by the
ſeruice of Ioſeph, and to Laban by the ſeruice
of Iacob: Right to God will yeue his curſe
to ſuch lordeſhippes as ſuſtaine the wicked<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of her ſeruaunts, but they come to a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mendment.
Pride of the table appeareth alſo
full oft: for certes, riche menne bee called to
feaſts, and poore folke been put away and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>buked.
And alſo in exceſſe of diuers meates
and drinkes, and namely ſuch manner bake
meates and diſhe meates brenning of wilde
fire, peinted and caſtelled with paper and
ſemblable waſt, ſo that it is abuſion to think.
And alſo in too great preciouſneſſe of veſſell,
and curioſitie of minſtralcie, by which a man
is ſterred more to delices of lecherye, if ſo bee
that he ſette his hearte the leſſe vppon oure
Lord Ieſu Chriſt, certainely it is a ſinne.
And certainely the delices myght bee ſo great
in this caſe, that a manne might lightly fall
by hem into deadly ſinne. The eſpeces that
ſourde of pride, ſoothly when they ſourde of
malice imagined, auyſed, and forecaſte, or els
of vſage, ben deadly ſinne, it is no doubt. And
when they ſourde by freelte vnauiſed ſoden<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
and ſodaynely withdraw ayen, all be they
greuous ſinnes, I geſſe that they be not dead<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly.
Nowe might menne aske, whereof that
pride ſourdeth and ſpringeth. I ſay that ſom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
it ſpringeth of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> goods of nature, ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
of the goodes of fortune, and ſometime
of the goodes of grace. Certes the goodes of
nature ſtondeth onely in goodes of bodye, or
goodes of the ſoule. Certes, goodes of body
ben hele of body, ſtrength, deliuerneſſe, beau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
gentrie, franchiſe. Goodes of nature of the
ſoule, ben good with ſharpe vnderſtonding,
ſubtill engine, vertue naturall, good memory.
Goodes of fortune, be riches, hie degrees of
lordſhips, prayſinges of the people. Goodes
of grace, ben ſcience, power to ſuffice ſpiritu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ell
trauaile, benigne, vertuous contempla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion,
vnderſtonding of temptation, and ſem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>blable
thinges: of which foreſayd goods, cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
it is a full great folly, a manne to haue
pride in any of hem all. Now, as for to ſpeak
of goods of nature, God wote that ſometime
we haue hem in nature as much to our da<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mage
as to our profite. As to ſpeake of hele
of body, truely it paſſeth full lightly, and alſo
it is full oft occaſion of ſickneſſe of the ſoul:
for God wote, * The fleſh is a great enemy to
the ſoul: and therfore the more that the body
is whole, the more we be in peril to fall. Alſo
for to haue pride in his ſtrength of body, it is
an hie folly: for certes y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fleſh coueteth ayenſt
the ſpirite: and the more ſtrong that the fleſh
is, the ſorrier may the ſoule be. And ouer all,
this ſtrength of body and worldly hardineſſe
cauſeth full ofte many man to perill &amp; miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chaunce.
And alſo to have pride of gentry,
is right great folly: * For oft time the gentry
of the body taketh away the gentry of the
ſoule: and alſo we been all of o father and
mother: &amp; all we ben of o nature, rotten and
corrupt, both rich and poore. Forſooth o man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
gentry is for to praiſe, that apparelleth
mannes courage: wit, vertue, and morality,
maketh him Chriſts child. * For truſt well,
That ouer what man that ſinne hath may<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtry,
he is a very churle to ſinne.</p>
                           <p>Now been there generall ſignes of gen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tleneſſe:
as eſchewing of vice and ribaudrye,
and ſeruage of ſinne: in word, in werke, and
continuance &amp; vſing of vertue, courteſie, and
cleaneneſſe, and to bee liberall: that is to ſay,
large by meaſure: for that that paſſeth mea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſure,
is folly and ſin: Another is to remember
him of bounty, that he of other folk hath re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiued:
Another is to be benigne to his good
ſubjects. Wherefore ſaith Senecke: * There
is nothing more couenable to a manne of
high eſtate, than debonairtie and pity. And
therefore theſe flies that men call bees, when
they make her king, they cheſe one that hath
no pricke wherewith he may ſting.</p>
                           <p>Another is, manne to haue a noble heart
and a dilligent, to attaine to the high vertu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
things. Now certes, a manne to haue
pride in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> goods of grace, is alſo an outragi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
folly: for thoſe gifts of grace that ſhould
haue tourned him to goodneſſe, and to medi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cine,
tourneth him to venome and confuſion,
as ſaith ſaint Gregorie. Certes alſo, who ſo
hath pride in the goodneſſe of fortune, he is a
full great foole: For ſometime is a manne a
great lord by the morne, that is a caitiffe and
a wretche or it bee night: and ſometime the
riches of a man is cauſe of his death. Some<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
the delices of a manne is cauſe of gree<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uous
maladie, through which he dieth. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
the commendation of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> people is ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
full falſe and brotell for to truſt. This
day they praiſe, to morrow they blame. God
wote, deſire to haue commendation of the
<pb n="180" facs="tcp:51487:108"/>
people, hath cauſed death to manie a buſie
manne. Now ſith that ſo is, that yee have
vnderſtond what is pride, and which bee the
ſpeces of it, and whence it ſourdeth &amp; ſpring<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth:
now yee ſhall vnderſtond which is the
remedie ayenſt it. Humility or meekeneſſe is
the remedy ayenſt pride, that is a vertue, tho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
which a manne hath very knowledge of
himſelfe, and holdeth of himſelfe nor price ne
daintie, as in regard of his deſertes, conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dering
euer his freelte. Now been there three
manner of humilities: As humility in heart,
another humility is in mouth, and the third
is in works. The humility in hert is in foure
manners: That one is, when a man holdeth
himſelfe as nought worth before God of
heauen. The ſecond is, when he deſpiſeth
none other man. The third is, when hee ne
recketh nat though men holde him nought
worth. And the fourth is, when he is not
ſorry of his humiliation. Alſo the humility of
mouth is in four things. In a temperate
ſpeech, in humility of ſpeech, &amp; when he con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feſſeth
with his own mouth, that he is ſuch
as him thinketh that he is in his heart: Ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
is, when he praiſeth the bounty of ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
man &amp; nothing thereof miniſheth. Humi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>litie
alſo in werke, is in four maners. The
firſt is, when he putteth other men before him,
the ſecond is, to theſe the loweſt place ouer al,
the third is, gladly to aſſent to good counſail,
the fourth is, to ſtond gladly to the award of
his ſouereigns, or of him that is in hier degre:
Certain this is great werke of humilitie.</p>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>¶De Invidia.</head>
                              <p>AFter pride woll I ſpeak of the foul ſin
of Enuye, which that is after the
worde of the Philoſopher, ſorowe of other
mens proſperitie. And after the worde of
Saint Auguſtine: * It is the ſorow of
other mens weal, and the ioy of other mens
harme. This foule ſinne is platly ayenſt
the holy Ghoſt: All be it ſo, that euerie
ſinne is ayenſt the holy Ghoſte, Yet nathe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe,
for as much as bountie appertaineth
properly to the holy Ghoſt, and Enuy com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
properly of malice, therefore it is pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>perly
ayenſt the bountie of the holye Ghoſt.
Now hath malice two ſpeces, that is to ſay,
hardnes of hart in wickednes, or elſe the
fleſh of a manne is ſo blind, that he conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dreth
not that he is in ſinne, or recketh not
that he is in ſinne, which is the hardineſſe
of the Diuell. That other ſpece of En<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uie
is, when that a man dennieth trouth,
when he knoweth that it is trouth, and alſo
when he repenteth the grace that god hath
yeue to his neighbour: and all this is by
Enuie. Certes, then is Enuie the worſt ſin
that is, for ſoothly all other ſins be ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
onely ayenſt a ſpecial vertue: but cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
enuy is ayenſt all vertues and all good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.
For it is ſory ayenſt all the bounties of
her neighbour, and in this manner it is di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uers
from all other ſins. Alas: * For there
ne is any ſin that it ne hath ſome delight in
it ſelf, ſaue only Enuy, that euer hath in it ſelf
anguiſh &amp; ſorrow. The ſpeces of Enuy ben
theſe: there is firſt ſorrow of other mennes
goodneſſe and of her proſperitie, and proſpe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ritie
is kindly matter of joy: Then is enuy
a ſinne ayenſt kind. The ſecond ſpece of En<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uy,
is ioy of other mennes harme, and that
is properly like to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Diuell, that euer reioy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
him of mannes harme. Of theſe two
backbiting or detracting hath certain ſpeces,
as thus: Some manne praiſeth his neigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bor
by a wicked entent, for he maketh al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
a wicked knot at the laſt end: alway
he maketh a but at the laſt end, that is digne
of more blame, than is worth all the praiſing.
The ſecond ſpece is, that if a man be good, or
doth or ſayth a thing to good intent, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> back<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>biter
woll turn all that goodneſſe vp ſo doun,
to his ſhrewd entent. The third is, to amo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>niſh
the bountie of his Neyghbour. The
fourth ſpece of backbiting is this, that if
menne ſpeak goodneſſe of a manne, then wol
the backbiter ſay: Perfay ſuch a manne is
yet better than he, in diſpraiſing of him that
menne prayſe. The fifth ſpece is this, for to
conſent gladly and herk gladly to the harm
that men ſpeak of other folk: This ſinne is
full great, &amp; aye encreaſeth after the wicked
entent of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> backbiter. After backbiting com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
grutching or murmuration, and ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
it ſpringeth of impatience ayenſt God,
and ſometime ayenſt manne. Ayenſt God it
is when a man grutcheth ayenſt y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> pain of hel,
or ayenſt pouertie, or loſſe of cattel, or ayenſt
rain or tempeſt, or els grutcheth that ſhrews
haue proſperitie, or elſe for that good menne
haue aduerſitie: and all theſe things ſhould
menne ſuffer patiently, for they come by the
rightful judgment and ordinaunce of God.
Sometime cometh grutching of auarice, as
Iudas grutched ayenſt Maudelein, when ſhe
annointed the head of our Lord Ieſu Chriſt
with her precious oyntment. This manner
murmuring is ſuch as when man grutcheth
of goodneſſe that himſelf doth, or that other
folk doen of her own cattel. Sometime com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
murmure of pride, as when Simon the
Phariſee grutched ayenſt Maudelein when
ſhe approched to Ieſu Chriſt and wept at his
feet for her ſins. And ſometime it ſourdeth
of Enuie, when men diſcouer a mans harm
that was priuy, or beareth him on hond thing
that is falſe. Murmure alſo is ofte among
ſervaunts that grutch when her ſouereigns
bid hem do lefull thinges, and for as much
as they dare not openly withſaye the com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>maundment
of her ſouereigns, yet wol they
ſay harme and grutche and murmure priue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
for very ſpight: which words they call the
diuels Pater noſter, though ſo be that the
diuel had neuer Pater noſter, but that lewd
<pb n="181" facs="tcp:51487:108"/>
folke yeueth it ſuch a name. Sometime it co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
of yre or priuie hate, that noriſheth ran<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cour
in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> heart, as afterward I ſhall declare.
Then cometh alſo bitterneſſe of heart, tho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
which bitterneſſe, euery good deed of his
neighbor ſemeth to him bitter and unſauery.
Then cometh diſcord y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> vnbindeth all ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
of friendſhip. Then commeth ſcorning of
his neighbour, all doe he neuer ſo well. Then
commeth accuſing, as when a man ſeeketh
occaſion to annoy his neighbor, which is like
the craft of the diuel, that waiteth both daye
and night to accuſe vs all. Then cometh ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lignity,
through which a manne annoieth his
neighbour priuily if he may, and if he maye
not, algate his wicked will ſhall not let, as for
to brenne his houſe priuily, or enpoiſon or ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>ea
his beaſtes, and ſemblable things. Now woll
I ſpeak of the remedie ayenſt this foul ſin of
enuie. Firſt is the loue of God principally, and
louing of his neighbour as himſelfe: for ſooth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
that one ne may not be without that other.
And truſt well that in the name of thy neigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bour
thou ſhalt underſtand the name of thy
brother, for certes all we haue one father
fleſhly, and one mother, that is to ſay, Adam
and Eue: and alſo one father ſpirituel, that
is God of heauen. Thy neighbor art thou
bound for to loue, and will him all goodneſſe,
and therefore ſayth God: Loue thy neighbor
as thy ſelf, that is to ſay, to ſaluation both
of life and ſoul. And moreouer thou ſhalt
loue him in word and in benig<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>e admoniſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
and chaſtiſing, and comfort him in his
noyaunces, and praye for him withal thy
heart. And in deede thou ſhalt loue him in
ſuch wiſe that thou ſhalt do to him in charitie,
as thou woldeſt that it were don to thine own
perſon: and therefore thou ne ſhalt do him
no damage in wicked worde, ne harm in his
body, ne in his cattel, ne in his ſoul, by enti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing
of wicked enſample. Thou ſhalt not de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſire
his wife, ne none of his things. Vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtond
alſo that in the name of neighbour, is
comprehended his enemy: Certes man ſhal
loue his enemy by the commandment of god,
and ſoothly thy friend thou ſhalt loue in God.
I ſay thine enemy, ſhalt thou loue for Gods
ſake, by his commandment: for if it were
reaſon that man ſhould hate his enemy, for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſoth
God nold not receiue vs to his loue that
been his enemyes. Ayenſt three manner of
wrongs that his enemy doth to him, he ſhall
do three things as thus: ayenſt hate and
rancour of heart, he ſhall loue him in heart:
Ayenſt chiding &amp; wicked words, he ſhall pray
for his enemy: Ayenſt wicked deeds, he ſhal do
him bounty. For Chriſt ſayth: Loue your
enemies, &amp; pray for hem that ſpeke you harm,
and for hem that chaſe &amp; purſue you: and do
bounty to hem that hate you. Lo, thus com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>maundeth
vs our Lord Ieſu Chriſt to do to
our enemies: forſooth nature driueth vs to
loue our freends, &amp; perfay our enemies haue
more need of loue than our freends, &amp; they
that more need haue, certes to hem ſhall men
do goodneſſe. And certes in that deed haue we
remembraunce of the loue of Ieſus Chriſte
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> died for his enemies: And in as much as
that loue is more greuous to perfourm, ſo
much is the more great the merit, and ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
the louing of our enemy hath confoun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
the diuels venim: * For right as the de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uil
is confounded by humilitie, right ſo is he
wounded to the death by the loue of our ene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mie:
certes then is loue the medicine that ca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſteth
out the venim of enuie fro mans heart.
The ſpeces of this place ſhall be more largely
declared in her chapters following.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>¶De Ira.</head>
                              <p>AFter Enuy woll I diſcriue the ſinne of
Ire: for ſoothly who ſo hath Enuy up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
his Neighbour, anon he woll commonly
find him a matter of wrath in word or in
deed, ayenſt him to whom he hath Enuie:
And as well commeth Ire of Pride as of
Enuie, for ſoothly he that is proud or enui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
is lightly wroth.</p>
                              <p>This ſin of Ire, after the diſriuing of S.
Auſtin, is wicked will to be auenged by word
or by deed. * Ire, after the Philoſopher, is the
feruent blood of man iquicked in his heart,
through which he would harm to him that
he hateth: for certes the hart of man by eſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chauſing
and moouing of his blood, waxeth
ſo troubled, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it is out of all manner iudg<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
of reaſon. But ye ſhall vnderſtond that
* Ire is in two manners, that one of hem
is good, &amp; that other is wicked. The good
ire is by jealouſie of goodnes through which
a man is wroth with wickedneſſe, and ayenſt
wickedneſſe. And therefore ſaith a wiſe man,
that yre is bet than play. This ire is with
debonairte, and it is wrath without bitter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe:
not wroth ayenſt the man, but wroth
with the miſdeed of the manne. As ſaith the
Prophet Dauid: <hi>Iraſcimini, &amp; nolite peccare.</hi>
Now underſtond that wicked Ire is in two
manners, that is to ſay, ſodain yre or haſty
yre without auiſement &amp; conſenting of rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon:
The meaning and the ſence of this is,
that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> reaſon of a manne ne conſent not to
that ſodain yre, and then it is venial. Ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
yre is ful wicked, that cometh of felony
of heart, auiſed and caſt before with wicked
will to do vengeaunce, &amp; thereto his reaſon
conſenteth: and ſoothly this is deadly ſinne.
This yre is ſo diſpleaſant to God, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it trou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bleth
his houſe, &amp; chaſeth the holy ghoſt out
of mans ſoul, and waſteth and deſtroyeth
that likeneſſe of God, that is to ſay, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> vertue
that is in mans ſoul, and putteth in him the
likeneſſe of the deuill, and taketh the man fro
God that is his rightful Lord. This is a ful
great pleaſaunce to the deuil, for it is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> deuils
forance that is eſchauſed with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fire of hell:
For certes right ſo as fire is more mightie to
deſtroy earthly things, than any other Ele<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment,
<pb n="182" facs="tcp:51487:109"/>
right ſo ire is mightie to deſtroie all
ſpiritual things. Look how that fire of ſmall
coles that been almoſt dead under aſhen, wol
reuiue or quick ayen when they ben touchen
with brimſtone, right ſo yre woll euermore
quick ayen, when it is touched by the pride
that is couered in mans heart. For certes
fire ne may not come out of nothing, but if
it were firſt in the ſame thing naturally: as
fire is drawn out of flints with ſteele. And
right ſo as pride is many times matter of
yre, right ſo is rancour norice and keeper of
Ire. There is a manner tree, as ſayth ſaint
Iſodore, that when a man maketh a fire of
the ſaid tree, and couer the coals of it with
aſhen, ſoothly the fire of it will laſt a yeer or
more: And right ſo fareth it of rancour,
when it is ones conceiued in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hearts of ſome
men, certes it woll laſt peraduenture from
one Eaſter day until another Eaſter day, or
more. But certes the ſame man is full ferre
from the mercie of God all that while.</p>
                              <p>In this foreſaid deuils fournace there forge
three ſhrewes: Pride, that aye bloweth and
encreaſeth the fire, by chiding and wicked
words: Then ſtondeth Enuy, &amp; holdeth hot
yron in the fire vpon y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heart of man, with a
payre of long tongs of long rancour: And
then ſtondeth the ſin of Contumelie or ſtrife
and cheſte, and battereth and forgeth by vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lainous
repreuings. Certes this curſed ſin
annoyeth both to the man himſelf, and alſo
his Neighbour. For ſoothly almoſt all the
harm or damage that any man doth to his
Neighbor cometh of wrath: for certes, out<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ragious
wrathe doth all that euer the foule
fend willeth or commandeth him: for he ne
ſpareth neither our Lord Ieſu Chriſt, neither
his ſweet mother. And in his outragious an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ger
and yre, alas, alas, full many and diuers
at that time, feleth in his heart full wickedly,
both of Chriſt, and alſo of all his hallowes:
Is not this a curſed vice? Yes certes. Alas
it taketh fro man his wit &amp; his reaſon, and
all his debonaire life ſpirituel, that ſhould
keep his ſoul. Certes it withdraweth alſo
Goddes due lordſhip (&amp; that is mans ſoul)
and the loue of his Neighbors. It ſtriueth
alſo all day ayenſt trouth, it reaueth him the
quiet of his heart, and ſubverteth his ſoul.</p>
                              <p>Of Ire cometh theſe ſtinking engendrures,
Firſt, Hate, that is old wrath: Diſcord, tho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
which a manne forſaketh his old friend
that he hath loued full long: and then com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
War, &amp; euery manner of wrong that
a man doth to his neighbour in body or in
cattel. Of this curſed ſin of yre commeth
alſo manſlaughter. And underſtond well
that homicide (that is, manſlaughter) is
in diuers wiſe.</p>
                              <p>Some manner of homicide is ſpirituell,
and ſome is bodily. Spirituell manſlaugh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
is in vi. things. Firſt by hate, as ſayth
Saint Iohn: * He that hateth his brother, is
an homicide. Homicide is alſo by backbiting,
of which backbiting, ſayth Salomon, that
they haue two ſwerds, with which they ſlay
her neighbours: * For ſoothly as wicked is to
take fro him his good name as his life. Ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>micide
is alſo in yeuing of wicked counſail
by fraud, as for to yeue counſayle to areiſe
wrongful cuſtoms and talages. Of which,
ſayth Salomon: * A Lion roring, &amp; a Bear
hungrie, be like to the cruel Lords, in with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>holding
or abridging of the ſhepe or the hire
of the wages of Seruaunts, or elſe in vſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rie,
or in withdrawing of the Alms of poore,
folke. For whiche the wiſe manne ſayeth:
* Feedeth him that almoſt dyeth for honger,
for ſoothly but if you feed him you ſlay him.
And all theſe ben deadly ſins. Bodily man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſlaughter
is when thou ſleeſt him with thy
tongue: Another manner is, when thou com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>maundeſt
to ſlea a man, or elſe yeueſt coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſail
to ſlea a man. Mauſlaughter indeed is
in four manners. That one is by law, right
as a Iuſtice dampueth him that his culpable
to the death: But let the Iuſtice beware that
he doe it rightfully, and that he do it not for
delight to ſpill blood, but for keeping of right<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wiſeneſſe.
Another homicide is done for ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſitie,
as when a man ſlayeth another in his
defence, and that he ne may none otherwiſe
eſcape, without ſlaughter of his aduerſarie,
he doth ſin, and he ſhall bear pennaunce as
for deadly ſin. Alſo if a man by caſe or ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uenture
ſhoot an arrow or caſt a ſtone, with
which he ſlaieth a man, he is an homicide.
And if a woman by negligence ouerlyeth her
child in her ſleeping, it is homicide &amp; deadly
ſin. Alſo when a man diſturbleth conception
of a child, &amp; maketh a woman either barren
by drinking of venemous herbes, through
which ſhe may not conceiue, or ſlaieth a child
by drinks, or elſe putteth certain material
things in her ſecret places to ſlaie the child,
or elſe doth unkindly ſin, by which a man
or woman ſheddeth her nature in manner or
in a place there as a child may not be con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiued.
Or elſe if ſo be that a woman hath
conceiued, and hurteth her ſelf, and by that
miſhap the childe is ſlain, yet it is homicide.
What ſay we of thoſe women that murde<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ren
her children for becauſe of eſchewing
of worldly ſhame? Certes, it is an horrible
homicide. Homicide is alſo, if a manne ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>proche
to a woman by deſire of letchery,
thorow which y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> child is periſhed: or els ſmi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
a woman wittingly, through which ſhe
leſeth her child: All theſe been homicides, &amp;
horrible deadly ſinnes. Yet come there of ire
mo ſinnes, as well in worde, as in thought
and deede. As he that arreteth upon God, or
blameth God of the thing of which he is
himſelf guilty, or deſpiſeth God &amp; all his hal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lows,
as done the curſed haſardors in diuers
countries: This curſed ſin done they, when
they fele in her hert full wickedly of God &amp;
of his halowes. Alſo when they treat unre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerently
the ſacrament of the aulter, that ſin
<pb n="183" facs="tcp:51487:109"/>
is ſo great, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> vnneth it may be releaced, but
that the mercy of God paſſeth all his werks,
it is ſo great, and he ſo benign. Then com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
of Ire an atterly anger, when a man is
ſharply amoneſted in his ſhrift to leaue his
ſin: Then woll he be angrie, and aunſwere
hokerly and angerly, or defend or excuſe his
ſin by unſtedfaſtneſſe of his fleſhe, or elſe he
did it for to hold companie with his fellows,
or els he ſayth the fiend enticed him, or els
he doth it for his youth, or els his complex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ion
is ſo courageous that he may not for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bear,
or els it is his deſtinie he ſayth unto a
certain age, or els he ſayth it cometh him of
gentleneſſe of his aunceſtors, and ſemblable
things. All theſe manner of folke ſo wrappe
hem in her ſins, that they ne woll not deli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver
hemſelf: For ſoothly, No wight that ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cuſeth
himſelf wilfully of his ſinne, may not
be deliuered of his ſin, till that he meekly
beknoweth his ſin. After this then com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
ſwearing, that is expreſſe ayenſte the
commandment of God: &amp; this befalleth of<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
of Anger &amp; of Ire. God ſayeth: * Thou
ſhalt not take the name of thy Lord God in
vaine or in idle. Alſo our Lord Ieſu Chriſt
ſayeth by the word of Saint Mathew: Ne
ſhal ye not ſwere in all manner, nether by hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen,
for it is Gods trone: ne by yearth, for it
is the bence of his feet: ne by Hieruſalem, for
it is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> city of a great King: ne by thine head,
for thou mayeſt not make an hayre neyther
white ne black: but ſay by your word, yea,
yea, nay, nay: and what that is more, it is
of euil. Thus ſayeth Chriſt. For Chriſts ſake
ſweare not ſo ſinnefully in diſmembring of
Chriſt, By ſoul, heart, bones, and body: for
certes it ſeemeth, that ye thinke that the cur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
Iewes ne diſmembred not ynough y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious
perſon of Chriſt, but ye diſmember him
more. And if ſo be that the law compell you
to ſwear, then ruleth you after y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> law of god
in your ſwearing, as ſayeth Ieremie. iiii. cap.
* Thou ſhalt keep three conditions, Thou
ſhalt ſwear in trouth, in doome, and in right<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wiſenes:
this is to ſay, thou ſhalt ſwear ſooth.
For euery leſing is ayenſt Chriſt, for Chriſt is
very trouth. * And think well this, That eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
great ſwearer, not compelled lawfully to
ſwear, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> plague ſhal not depart fro his hous,
while he uſeth ſuch unleful ſwearing. Thou
ſhalt ſwear alſo in dome, when thou art con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrained
by thy doms man to witnes trouth:
Alſo thou ſhalt not ſwear for enuie, neyther
for fauour, neither for mede or reward, but
only for rightwiſeneſſe, &amp; for declaring of it
to the honour and worſhip of God, &amp; to the
ayding &amp; help of thine euin Chriſten. And
therefore euery man that taketh Gods name
in idle, or falſely ſweareth with his mouth, or
els taketh on him the name of Chriſt, to be
called a Chriſten man, &amp; liueth ayenſt Chriſts
liuing and his teaching: all they take Gods
name in idle. Look alſo what ſayth ſaint Pe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter:
<hi>Actuum iiii. capitu. Non eſt aliud nomen ſub
coelo, &amp;c.</hi> There is none other name (ſayth
ſaint Peter) under heauen yeue to men, in
which they may be ſaued, that is to ſay, but
the name of Ieſu Chriſt. Take heed eke how
precious is the name of Ieſu Chriſt, as ſayth
S. Poule, <hi>ad Philipenſes. ii. In nomine Jeſu, &amp;c.</hi>
* That in the name of Ieſu euery knee of
heauenly creatures, earthly, &amp; of hell, ſhould
bow: for it is ſo high and ſo worſhipful, that
the curſed fiend in hell ſhould tremble to hear
it named. Then ſeemeth it, that men that
ſwear ſo horribly by his bleſſed name, that
they deſpiſe it more boldly than the curſed
Iews, or els the diuel, that trembleth when
he heareth his name.</p>
                              <p>Now certes, ſith y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſwearing (but if it be
lawfully done) is ſo highly defended: much
more is forſwearing falſely, and yet needleſſe.</p>
                              <p>What ſay we alſo of hem that delight
hem in ſwearing, and hold it a gentery or a
manly deed to ſwear great othes? And what
of hem that of very uſage ne ceaſe not to
ſwear great othes, all be the cauſe not worth
a ſtraw? Certes, this is horrible ſin. Swea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ring
ſuddainly is alſo a great ſin. But let
us go now to that horrible ſin, ſwearing of
adiuration and conjuration, as done theſe
falſe Enchauntours or Nigromanters in
Baſins full of water, or in a bright ſwerd,
in a Circle, in a fire, or in the ſhoulder bone
of a ſheep? I cannot ſay, but that they doe
curſedly and damnably ayenſt Chriſt, and
all the faith of holy church.</p>
                              <p>What ſay we of hem that beleeue on De<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uinales,
as by flight or by noiſe of birds or of
beaſts, or by ſorte, by Geomancie, by dreams,
by chirking of dores, or cracking of houſes,
by gnawing of rats, &amp; ſuch manner wretch<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>edneſſe?
Certes, all theſe things been de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fended
by God and holy church, for which
they been accurſed, till they come to amend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment,
that on ſuch filth ſet her beleeue.
Charms for wounds, or maladie of men, or
of beaſts, if they take any effect, it may be per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aduenture
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God ſuffereth it, for folk ſhould
yeue the more faith &amp; reuerence to his name.</p>
                              <p>Now woll I ſpeak of leaſings, which ge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nerally
is falſe ſignifiaunce of word in entent,
to deceiue his euin Chriſtien. Some leaſing
is, of which there commeth none aduantage
to no wight: and ſome leaſing turneth to
the profite and eaſe of a man, and to the
dammage of another man. Another leaſing
is, for to ſaue his life or his cattel, which
commeth of delight for to lie, in which de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>light,
they woll forge a long tale, and paint
it with all circumſtances, where all the tale
of the ground is falſe. Some leaſing com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth,
for he woll ſuſtain his words: Some
leaſing commeth of retchleſneſſe without
auiſement, and ſemblable things.</p>
                              <p>Let us now touch the vice of Flatterie,
which ne cometh not gladly, but for dread,
or for couetiſe. Flatterie is generally wrong<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ful
praiſing. Flatterers been the deuils nou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rices,
<pb n="184" facs="tcp:51487:110"/>
that nouriſh his children with milk of
loſengerie: forſooth Salomon ſayth, That
Flatterie is worſe than detraction: for ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
detraction maketh an hautein man
be the more humble, for he dreadeth detra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ction,
but certes flattery maketh a man to
enhaunce his heart and his countenaunce.
Flatterers be the Deuils enchauntours, for
they make a man to wene himſelf be like
that he is not like. Thoſe be like to Iudas,
that betray a man, to ſell him to his Ene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>my.
Flatterers been the deuils Chapleins,
that ever ſing Placebo. I reckon flattery
in the vices of ire: for oft time if a man
be wroth with another, then woll he flatter
ſome wight, to ſuſtain him in his quarrel.</p>
                              <p>Speak we now of ſuch curſing as cometh
of irous hart. Maliſon generally may be
ſaid, euery manner power of harm: ſuch
curſing bereaueth man fro the reign of God,
as ſayth S. Poule. And oft time ſuch cur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing
wrongfully, returneth ayen to him that
curſeth, as a bird that turneth again to his
own neaſt. * And ouer all thing, men ought
eſchew to curſe her children, &amp; yeue to the
deuil her engendrure, as ferre forth as in hem
is: certes, it is great peril &amp; great ſin.</p>
                              <p>Let us then ſpeak of Chiding &amp; Reproch,
which beene full great woundes in mannes
heart, for they unſow the ſeams of friendſhip
in mans heart: For certes, Vnneth may a
man plainly be accorded with him, that him
openly hath reuiled and repreued, &amp; diſclaun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dred:
This is a full ghoſtly ſin, as Chriſt
ſayth in the Goſpel. And take heed now, that
he that repreueth his neighbour, either he re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>preueth
him by ſome harm of pain, that hee
hath upon his bodie, as Meſell, crooked, har<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lot,
or by ſome ſin that he doth. Now if yee
repreue him by harm of pain, then turneth
the repreue to Ieſu Chriſt: for pain is ſend
by the rightwiſe ſond of God, &amp; by his ſuffe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>raunce,
be it meſelrie, maim, or maladie: &amp;
if he repreue him uncharitably of ſinne, as
thou holour, thou dronkelewe harlot, &amp; ſo
foorth: then pertaineth that to the reioycing
of the deuil, which euer hath ioy that men
doen ſin. And certes, chiding may not come
but of villanous heart, for after the haboun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dance
of the heart ſpeaketh the mouth full
oft. And ye ſhall underſtond, that look by any
way, when any man ſhall chaſtiſe or correct
another, that he beware from chiding or re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>preuing:
for truly but he beware, he may ful
lightly quicken the fire of anger &amp; of wrath,
which he ſhould quench: and peraduenture,
ſlaeth him, which he might chaſtiſe with be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nignity.
For as ſaith Salomon: * The amia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
tong is the tree of life, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſay, of life
ſpirituel. And ſoothly, a diſſolute tong ſlaeth
the ſpirits of him that repreueth, and alſo of
him which is repreued. Lo, what ſayeth ſaint
Auguſtine: * There is nothing ſo like the
deuiis child, as he which oft chideth. A ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uant
of God behoueth not to chide. And
though that chiding be a villanous thing
betwixt all maner folk, yet it is certes moſt
uncouenable between a man and his wife,
for there is neuer reſt. And therefore ſaieth
Salomon: * An houſe that is uncouered &amp;
drooping, and a chiding wife, ben alike.</p>
                              <p>A man, which is in a dropping hous in ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
places, though he eſchew the dropping in
o place, it droppeth on him in another place:
So fareth it by a chiding wife, if ſhe chide
him not in one place, ſhe wol chide him in
another: And therefore. * Better &amp; greatly
more pleaſant is a morſel or little gobbet of
bread with ioy, than an houſe ſilled full of
delices with chiding and gnerring, ſayeth
Salomon. Saint Poule ſayth: O ye wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men,
beth ye ſubiect to your husbands, as
you behoueth and ought in God. And ye men
loue your wiues. Ad Colonicences. iii.</p>
                              <p>Afterward ſpeak we of Scorning, which
is a wicked ſin, and namely, when he ſcorn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
a man for his good werks: For certes,
ſuch ſcorners fare like the foul tode, that
may not endure to ſmell the ſweet ſauour
of the vine, when it flouriſheth. Theſe ſcor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ners
been parting fellows with the deuil,
for they haue ioy when the deuil winneth,
and ſorrow if he leſeth. They been aduerſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ries
of Ieſu Chriſt, for they hate that he lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueth,
that is to ſay, ſaluation of ſoul.</p>
                              <p>Speak we now of wicked counſail, the
which is a Traitour, for he deceiueth him
that truſteth in him: Vt Achitophel ad Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lomonem.
But natheleſſe, yet is his wicked
counſail firſt ayenſt himſelf: for as ſayth the
wiſe man: * Euery falſe liuing hath this pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>perty
in himſelfe, that he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> woll annoy ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
man, he annoyeth firſt himſelf. And
men ſhall underſtond, that man ſhall not
take his counſail of falſe folk, ne of angry
folk, or greuous folk, ne of folk that loue
ſpecially too much worldly folk, namely, in
counſailing of Souls.</p>
                              <p>Now commeth the ſin of hem that ſow
and make diſcord among folk, which is a
ſin that Chriſt hateth utterly, &amp; no wonder
is: for he died for to make concord. And more
ſhame do they to Chriſt, than did they that
him crucified: * For God loueth better, that
friendſhip be amongs folk, than he did his
own body, which that he gaue for vnitie.
Therefore ben they likened to the deuil, that
euer be about to make diſcord. Now cometh
the ſin of Double tongue, ſuch as ſpeake
fair before folk, and wickedly behind: or elſe
they make ſemblaunt, as though they ſpake
of good entention, or els in game and play,
and yet they ſpeak of wicked entent.</p>
                              <p>Now commeth bewraying of counſayle,
through which a man is defamed: certes un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
may he reſtore the dammage. Now com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
menace, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is an open folly: for he that
oft menaceth, he threateth more than he may
perform full oft time. Now commeth idle
words, that is, without profite of him that
<pb n="185" facs="tcp:51487:110"/>
ſpeaketh the words, &amp; alſo of him that hear<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keneth
the words: Or els idle wordes been
thoſe that been needleſſe, or without entent
of natural profite. And albeit that idle words
be ſometime venial ſinne, yet ſhould menne
doubt hem, for we ſhall yeue reckoning of
hem before God. Now cometh iangling, that
may not be without ſinne: &amp; as ſayth Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lomon,
It is a ſign of apert folly. And there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
a Philoſopher ſaied, when men asked
him how that he ſhould pleaſe the people,
he anſwered: * Do many good werkes, and
ſpeak few vanities. After this cometh the
ſin of yaperies, that been the deuils Apes,
for they make folk to laugh at her yaperie,
as folk do at the gaudes of an Ape: which
yapes defendeth ſaint Poule. Look how that
vertuous words and holy, comfort hem that
trauail in the ſeruice of Chriſt, right ſo com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forteth
the villainous words and knacks of
yapers, hem that trauail in the ſeruice of
the deuil. Theſe ben the ſins of the tongue,
that come of ire, and of other ſins.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>¶The remedie ayenſt Ire.</head>
                              <p>THe remedy ayenſt Ire, is a vertue that
men call manſuetude, that is, Debo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nairtie:
and alſo another vertue, that men
clepe patience or ſufferaunce.</p>
                              <p>Debonairtie withdraweth and refraineth
the ſtirrings and moouings of mans cou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rage
in heart, in ſuch manner, that they
ne skip not out by Anger ne Ire. Suffe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>raunce,
ſuffereth ſweetly all the annoyances
and wronges that menne done to man out<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward.
Saint Ierome ſayeth this of debo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nairte,
That it dooth no harme to no wight,
ne ſayeth: ne for no harme that men doe
ne ſay, he ne chafeth ayenſt reaſon. This
vertue ſometime commeth of nature: for
as ſayeth the Philoſopher: A manne is a
quicke thinge by nature, debonaire, and
treatable to goodneſſe: but when debonair<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
is enformed of grace, then it is the more
worth.</p>
                              <p>Patience is another remedy ayenſt ire, &amp;
is a vertue y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſuffereth ſweetly euery mans
goodneſſe, and is not wroth for no harm that
is done to him. The Philoſopher ſayth, That
patience is the vertue that ſuffreth debonair<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
all the outrages of aduerſity, and euery
wicked word. This vertue maketh a man
like to God, and maketh him Gods owne
childe: as ſayeth Chriſt. This vertue diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>comfiteth
thine enemies. And therefore ſay<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
the Wiſe man: If thou would vanquiſh
thine enemie, learn to ſuffer. And thou ſhalt
underſtond, that a man ſuffereth four man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
of greeuances in outward things, ayenſt
the which four, he muſt haue four manner
of patiences.</p>
                              <p>The firſt greeuaunce is of wicked words,
which ſuffereth Ieſus Chriſt, without grut<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ching,
full patiently, when the Iews deſpi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
him full oft. Suffet thou therefore pati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ently,
for the Wiſeman ſayth: * If thou
ſtriue with a foole, though the fool be wroth,
or though he laugh, alway thou ſhalt haue
no reſte.</p>
                              <p>That other greeuaunce outward, is to
haue dommage of thy cattel: There ayenſt
ſuffered Chriſt full patiently, when he was
deſpoyled of all that he had in this life, and
that was but his clothes. The third gree<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uaunce,
is a man to haue harme in his bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy:
that ſuffred Chriſt full patiently in all
his paſſion. The fourth greeuaunce, is in
outragious labour in werks: wherefore I
ſay, that folk that make her ſeruaunts to
trauaile too greeuouſly, or out of time, as
in holy days, ſoothly they doe great ſinne.
Here ayenſt ſuffred Chriſt full patiently, &amp;
taught us patience, when he bare upon his
bleſſed ſhoulders the croſſe, upon which he
ſhould ſuffer deſpitous death. Here may men
learn to be patient, for certes, not only Chri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſten
be patient for loue of Ieſu Chriſt, and for
reward of the bleſſed life that is perdurable,
but certes the old Painems, that neuer were
Chriſtened, commended and uſed the vertue
of patience.</p>
                              <p>* A Phyloſopher upon a time, that would
haue beate his diſciple for his great treſpace,
for which he was moued, and brought a rod
to beat the childe, and when this child ſawe
the rod, he ſayd to his mayſter: what think
ye to do? I woll beat thee ſayed the mayſter
for thy correction: Forſooth, ſayed the child,
ye ought firſt correct your ſelfe, that haue
loſt all your patience, for the offence of a child.
Forſooth ſayd the mayſter all weeping, thou
ſayeſt ſooth: haue thou the rodde my deare
child, and correct me for mine impatience. Of
patience commeth obedience, through which
a man is obedient to Chriſt, and to all hem
to which he ought be obedient in Chriſt. And
underſtand well, that obedience is perfite,
when that a man dooth gladly and haſtely,
with good heart entirely, all that he ſhould
doe. Obedience generally, is to perform the
doctrine of God, and of his ſoueraignes, to
which him ought to be obeyſaunt in all
rightwiſeneſſe.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>¶De Accidia.</head>
                              <p>AFter the ſinnes of Enuy and Ire, now
woll I ſpeake of the ſinne of Accidie:
tor Enuy blindeth the heart of a man, and
Ire troubleth a man, &amp; Accidie maketh him
heauy, thoughtful, and penſife. Enuy &amp; Ire
maken bitterneſſe in heart, which birterneſſe
is mother of Accidie, and taketh fro him the
loue of all goodnes, then is accidie the anguiſh
of trouble of heart. And S. Auguſtine ſayth:
It is annoy of goodneſſe &amp; annoy of harme.
Certes this is a damnable ſinne, for it dooth
wrong to Ieſu Chriſt, in as much as it be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nummeth
the ſeruice y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> men ought to do to
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Chriſt, as ſayth Salomon: but Accidie doth
no ſuch diligence. He doth all thing with an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noy,
and with wrawneſſe, ſlackneſſe, and ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cuſation,
with idleneſſe &amp; unluſt. For which
the book ſayth: * Accurſed be he that doth
the ſeruice of God negligently. Then is Ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cidie
enemy to euery eſtate of man. For
certes the eſtate of man is in three manners:
Either it is in the eſtate of innocency, as
was the eſtate of Adam, before that he fell
into ſin, in which eſtate he was hold to work,
as in praiſing and lauding God. Another
eſtate is the eſtate of ſinful men: in which
eſtate men ben holden to labour in praying
to God for amendment of her ſins, &amp; that
he would grant hem to riſe out of her ſins.</p>
                              <p>Another eſtate is the eſtate of grace, in
which eſtate he is holden to works of peni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tence:
and certes, to all theſe thinges is
accidie contrary, for he loueth no buſineſſe
at all. Now certes, this foul ſin accidie, is
alſo a full great enemy to the liuelode of
the body: * For it ne hath no purueiaunce
ayenſt temporel neceſſity, for it forſloweth,
forſlogeth, and deſtroieth all goods tempo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rel
by retchleſneſſe.</p>
                              <p>The fourth thing is, that Accidie is like
hem that been in the paine of hell, becauſe
of her ſloth and heauines: for they that be
damned, ben ſo bound, that they may ney<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
well doe ne think. Of accidie cometh
firſt, that a man is annoied and encombred
to do any goodnes, and maketh that God
hath abhomination of ſuch accidie, as ſayth
Saint Iohn.</p>
                              <p>Now commeth Sloth, that woll not ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fer
no hardneſſe ne pennance: for ſoothly,
ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>oth is ſo tender and ſo delicate, as ſayeth
Salomon, that he woll ſuffer no hardneſſe
ne pennaunce, and therefore he marreth all
that he doth. Ayenſt this rotten ſin of acci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>die
and ſloth, ſhould men exerciſe hemſelfe,
and uſe hem to do good workes: and man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
and vertuouſly catch courage to do,
thinking that our Lord Ieſu Chriſt quiteth
euery good deed, be it neuer ſo lite. Vſage
of labour is a great thing. For it maketh,
as ſayeth S. Bernard, the labourer to haue
ſtrong armes and hard ſenewes: and ſloth
maketh heeuy, feeble, and tender. Then
commeth dread to beginne to worke any
good workes. For certes, * He that enclineth
to ſin, him thinketh it is ſo great an empriſe
for to undertake the works of goodneſſe, and
caſteth in his heart, that the circumſtances
of goodneſſe been ſo greeuous and weighty
for to ſuffer, that he dare not undertake
to doe workes of goodneſſe, as ſayeth Saint
Gregorie.</p>
                              <p>Now commeth wanhope, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is, diſpair of
the mercy of God, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> commeth ſometime of
too much outragious ſorow, &amp; ſometime of
too much dread, imagining that he hath doe
ſo much ſinne, that it woll not auayle him,
tho he woud repent him, and forſake ſinne:
through which deſpair or dread, he abandon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
all his heart to euery manner ſinne, as
ſayth Saint Auguſtine. Which dampnable
ſinne, if it continue unto his end, it is called
ſinning in the holy ghoſt. This horrible ſin
is ſo perillous, that he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is deſpaired, there
nis no fellonie, ne no ſinne, that he doubteth
for to do, as ſheweth well by Iudas. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
aboue all ſinnes then is this ſinne
moſt diſpleaſaunt to Chriſt, and moſt ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerſarie.</p>
                              <p>Sothly, he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> diſpaireth him, is like to the
coward champion recreaunt, that flieth with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
need. Alas, alas, needleſſe is he recreant,
&amp; needleſſe deſpaired. Certes. * The mercy
of God is euer ready to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> penitent perſon, &amp;
is aboue all his werks. Alas, cannot a man
bethink him on y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Goſpel of S. Luke .xv.
Whereas Chriſt ſayeth, * That as well ſhall
there be ioy in heauen upon a ſinful manne
that doeth penitence, as upon xcix. rightful
men that need no penitence. Look further
in the ſame Goſpel, the ioy &amp; the feaſt of the
good man that had loſt his ſonne, when his
ſonne was retourned with repentaunce to
his father. Can they not remember hem al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſo,
that (as ſayth Saint Luke, Chapi. xx.)
How that the theefe that was hanged beſide
Ieſu Chriſt, ſayd: Lord remember me,
when thou commeſt into thy reign. Forſooth
ſaid Chriſt, I ſay to thee, To day ſhalt thou
be with me in Paradiſe. Certes, there is
none ſo horrible ſinne in manne, that ne
may in his life be deſtroyed by penitence,
through vertue of the paſſion and of the
death of Chriſt. Alas, what need men then
to be deſpaired, ſith that his mercy is ſo
ready and large? Ask and haue.</p>
                              <p>Then cometh Sompnolence, that is ſlug<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gie,
ſlumbring, which maketh a man heauie,
and dull in body and in ſoul, and this ſinne
commeth of ſloth: And certes, the time that
by way of reaſon man ſhould not ſleep, is by
the morrow, but if there were cauſe reaſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nable.
For ſoothly, the morrow tide is moſt
couenable, a man to ſay his prayers, and
for to thank God, and to honour God, and
to yeue almoſe to the poor that commeth firſt
in the name of Ieſu Chriſt.</p>
                              <p>Lo, what ſayeth Salomon? Who ſo woll
by the morow awake to ſeek me, he ſhall find
me. Then commeth negligence or retchleſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nes
that recketh of nothing. And though y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ignorance be mother of all harms, certes,
negligence is the norice. Negligence ne
doth no force, when he ſhall do a thing, whe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
he do it well or euil.</p>
                              <p>The remedie of theſe two ſinnes is, as
ſayth the Wiſe man: * That he that dread<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
God, ſpareth not to do that he ought
to do: and he that loueth God, he woll
doe dilligence to pleaſe God by his werkes,
and abandon himſelfe, with all his might,
well for to doe. Then cometh idleneſſe, that
is the yate of all harms. An idle manne is
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like to a place that hath no wals, the deuil
may enter on euery ſide, or ſhoot at him that
is diſcouerte, by temptation on euery ſide.
This idleneſſe is the thorruke of all wicked
and villainous thoughts, and of all ordure.
Certes, the heauen is yeue to hem that will
labour, and not to idle folk. Alſo Dauid
ſayeth, * That they ne be not in the labour
of men, ne they ſhall not be whipped with
men, that is to ſay, in Purgatorie. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
then ſeemeth it they ſhall be torment<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
with the deuils in hell, but if they do
pennaunce.</p>
                              <p>Then commeth the ſinne that men call
Tarditas, as when a man is ſo latered, or
tarrying or he woll tourn to God: and cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
that is a great folly. He is like him
that falleth in the ditch, and woll not ariſe.
And this vice commeth of falſe hope, that
he thinketh he ſhall liue long, but that hope
fayleth full oft.</p>
                              <p>Then commeth Locheſſe, that is, he that
when he beginneth any good work, anone
he woll leaue and ſtint it, as done they that
haue any perſon to gouern, and ne take of
him no more heed, anon as they find any
contrary or any annoy. Theſe ben the new
ſheepheards, that let their ſheepe wittingly
goe ren to the Wolfe, that is in the breres,
or do not force of her own gouernaunce.
Of this commeth pouerte and deſtruction,
both of ſpirituel and temporel things. Then
commeth a manner coldneſſe, that freeſeth
the hart of man. Then commeth undeuo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion,
through which a man is ſo blont, and
as ſayeth S. Bernard, hath ſuch langour
in his ſoul, that he may neyther read ne
ſing in holy church, ne hear ne think of no
deuotion, ne trauail with his honds in no
good work, that it nis to him unſauory and
all apalled. Then wexeth the ſlow and slom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bry,
and ſoon woll be wroth, and ſoon is en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>clined
to hate and enuy. Then commeth the
ſinne of worldly ſorrow, ſuch as is called
Triſtitia, that ſtaeth a man, as ſayth Saint
Poule. For certes, ſuch ſorrow worketh the
death of the ſoul and body alſo, for thereof
commeth, that a man is annoyed of his own
life. Wherefore ſuch ſorrow ſhorteth full oft
the life of man, ere that his time is come,
by way of kind.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>Remedium contra peccatum Accidiae.</head>
                              <p>AYenſt this horrible ſinne of Accidie,
and the braunches of the ſame, there is
a vertue y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is called Fortitudo, or ſtrength,
through which a man deſpiſeth annoyous
things: this vertue is ſo mightie and
ſo rigorous, that it dare withſtond migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tily,
and wiſely keep himſelfe fro perils
that been wicked, and wraſtle ayenſt the
aſſaults of the deuill, for it enchaunceth
and enforceth the ſoule, right as Acci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>die
abateth &amp; maketh it feeble: for this
fortitude may endure by long ſufferaunce
the trauails that ben couenable.</p>
                              <p>This vertue hath many ſpeces, the firſt
is called Magnanimitie, that is to ſay,
great courage. For certes, there beho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueth
great courage ayenſt Accidie, leaſt
that it ne ſwallow the ſoule by the ſin
of ſorrow, or deſtroy it by wanhope.
Certes, this vertue maketh folke under<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>take
hard and greeuous thinges by her
own will, wiſely and reaſonably. And for
as much as the deuill fighteth ayenſt a
manne more by ſubtilty and ſleight than
by ſtrength, therefore ſhall a man with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtand
him by wit, reaſon and diſcretion.
Then are there the vertues of fayth, and
hope in God and in his ſaints, to follow
and accompliſh the good workes, in the
which he purpoſeth fermely to continue.
Then commeth ſuretie or ſikerneſſe, and
that is when a manne ne doubteth no
trauail in time comming, of the good
workes that he hath begun. Then com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
Magnificence, that is to ſay, when
a man doeth and performeth great works
of goodneſſe, that he hath begun, and that
is the end why that menne ſhould doe
good workes. For in the accompliſhing of
good workes, lyeth the great guerdon.
Then is there Conſtaunce, that is ſtable<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nes
of courage, and this ſhould be in heart
by ſtedfaſt faith, and in mouth, in bearing,
in chere, and in deed. And there been mo
ſpeciall remedies ayenſt Accidie, in diuers
works: as in conſideration of the paines
of hell, the ioyes of heauen, and in truſt
of the grace of the holy ghoſt, that will
yeue him might to performe his good
entent.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>¶De Avaricia.</head>
                              <p>AFter Accidie woll I ſpeak of Auarice,
and of Couetiſe. Of which ſin Saint
Poule ſayth: * The root of all harmes is
Couetiſe. Ad Timoth .vi. For ſoothly, when
the heart of man is confounded in it ſelf
and troubled, and that the ſoul hath loſt the
comfort of God, then ſeketh he an ſole ſol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lace
of worldly things.</p>
                              <p>Auarice, after the deſcription of S. Au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guſtine,
is a licorouſneſſe in heart to haue
earthly things. Some other folke ſay, that
Auarice is for to purchaſe many yearthly
things, and nothing to yeue to hem that
haue need. And underſtand, that auarice
ſtandeth not only in land ne cattel, but
ſometime in ſcience and glory, and in eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
manner of outragious things, is Aua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rice.
And Couetiſe is this:</p>
                              <p>Couetiſe, is for to couet ſuch things that
thou haſt not. And Auarice is, to withhold
and keep ſuch things as thou haſt, without
right. Soothly, this auarice is a ſin that is
full dampnable, for all holy writ curſeth it,
and ſpeaketh ayenſt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> vice, for it doth wrong
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to Ieſu Chriſt: for it taketh fro him, the
loue that men to him owe, and tourneth it
backward ayenſt all reaſon, &amp; maketh that
the auaricious man hath more hope in his
cattel than in Ieſu Chriſt, and doth more
obſeruaunce in keeping of his treaſour, than
he doth in the ſeruice of Ieſu Chriſt. And
therefore ſayeth Saint Poule. Ad Epheſios
quinto: * That an auaricious man is the
thraldom of Idolatrie.</p>
                              <p>What difference is there betwixt an Ido<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>later
and an auaricious man? But that an
Idolaſter, peraduenture ne hath not but a
Maumet, or two, and the auaricious man
hath many: For certes, euery Florein in
his cofer, is his Maumet. And certes, the
ſin of Maumetrie, is the firſt that God de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fended,
as in the x. commaundment it bea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reth
witneſſe, in Exodi. Capi. xx. Thou ſhalt
haue no falſe goddes before me, ne thou ſhalt
make to thee no grauen thing. Thus is an
auaricious man that loueth his treaſure be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
God, an Idolaſter. And through this
curſed ſin of auarice and couetiſe, commeth
theſe hard Lordſhips, through which they ben
ſtrained by tallages, cuſtoms, and cariages,
more than her dutie or reaſon is: or elſe take
they of her bondmen amerciaments, which
might more reaſonably be called extortions,
than merciamentes. Of which amercia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments,
or raunſoming of bondmen, ſome
Lords ſtewards ſay, that it is rightful, for
as much as a churl hath no temporel thing,
that it ne is his Lords, as they ſay. But
certes, theſe Lordſhips do wrong, that be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reaue
their bondmen things that they neuer
yaue hem. Auguſtinus de Ciuitate dei. Li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bro
.ix. Sooth is, * That the condition of
thraldom, and the firſt cauſe of thraldom
was for ſin.</p>
                              <p>Thus may ye ſee, that the offence deſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued
thraldome, but not nature. Wherefore
theſe Lords ne ſhould not much glorifie hem
in her Lordſhips, ſith that they by natural
condition, been not Lords ouer thrals, but
for that thraldome came firſt by the deſert
of ſin. And more ouer, there as the Law
ſayth, That temporal goods of bondfolk been
the goods of her Lord: yea, that is for to
underſtond, the goods of the Emperour, to
defend hem in her right, but not to rob hem
ne reue hem. Therefore ſayeth Seneca:
* Thy prudence ſhould liue benignely with
the thrals. Thoſe that thou calleſt thy thrals,
been Gods people: and for humble people
been Chriſts friends, they been contuberni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>al
with the Lords.</p>
                              <p>* Think alſo, that of ſuch ſeed as churls
ſpring, of ſuch ſeed ſpring Lords: As well
may y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> churl be ſaued, as the Lord. The ſame
death that taketh the churl, ſuch death taketh
the Lord. Wherefore I rede, do right ſo with
the churle, as thou wouldſt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thy Lord did
with thee, if thou were in his plight. * Euery
ſinful man is a churl to ſin: I rede the
Lord certes, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou werk in ſuch wiſe with
thy churls, that they rather loue thee than
dread thee. I wote well, that there is degree
aboue degree, as reaſon is, and skill is, that
men do her deuoir, there as it is due. But
certes, extortions, and deſpight of your
underlings, is damnable.</p>
                              <p>And furthermore underſtand well, that
theſe Conquerors or Tyrants make full oft
thrals of hem that been born of as royal
blood as been they that hem conquere. This
name of Thraldome was neuer erſt know,
till that Noe ſaied, that his ſon Cham ſhould
be thral to his brethren for his ſin. What ſay
we then of hem that pill and doe extortions
to holy Church: Certes, the ſwerd that
men yeue firſt to a knight when he is new
dubbed, ſignifieth, that he ſhould defend ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
Church, and not robbe and pill it: and
who ſo doeth, is traitour to Chriſt. And as
ſaith S. Auguſtine, * They been the deuils
Wolues, that ſtrangle the ſheepe of Ieſu
Chriſt, and done worſe than Wolues: for
ſoothly, when the Wolfe hath full his womb,
he ſtinteth to ſtrangle ſheep: But ſoothly,
the pillours and deſtroyers of holy Church
goods, ne doe not ſo, for they ne ſtint neuer
to pill. Now as I haue ſaied, ſith ſo is, that
ſin was firſt cauſe of thraldome, then is it
thus, that at the time that all this world
was in ſin, then was all this world in thral<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dome,
and in ſubjection: but certes, ſith the
time of grace came, God ordained, that
ſome folk ſhould be more high in eſtate and
in degree, and ſome folk more low, and that
ech ſhould be ſerued in his eſtate.</p>
                              <p>And therefore in ſome countries there they
be thrals, when they haue tourned hem to
their fayth, they make her thrals free out of
the thraldome: &amp; therefore, certes the Lord
oweth to his man, that the man oweth to the
Lord. The Pope calleth himſelf ſeruaunt
to the ſeruants of God, but for, as the eſtate
of holy Church ne might not haue been, ne
the common profite might not haue be kept,
ne peace ne reſt in earth, but if God had or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dained,
that ſome man haue higher degre, &amp;
ſome men lower: therefore was ſoueraignty
ordained to keep, maintain, and defend her
underlings and her ſubiects in reaſon, as
fer forth as it lyeth in her power, and not to
deſtroy ne confound hem. Wherefore I ſay,
that thoſe lords that been like wolues, that
deuoure the poſſeſſions or the cattel of poor
folks wrongfully, without mercy or meaſure,
they ſhall receiue by the ſame meaſure that
they haue meaſured to poor folk, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> meaſure
of Ieſu Chriſt, but it be amended. Now com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
deceit betwixt marchaunt and mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chaunt.
And thou ſhalt underſtond, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chaundiſe
is in two manners, that one is bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dily,
&amp; that other is ghoſtly: that one is ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſt
and leful, &amp; that other is diſhoneſt and
unleful. The bodily marchaundiſe that is
leful and honeſt, is this: that there as God
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hath ordained, that a reigne or a countrey is
ſuffiſaunt to himſelfe, then it is honeſt and
lefull, that of haboundance of this countrey
menne helpe another countrey that is needy:
And therefore there muſt be marchaunts to
bring fro one countrey to that other, her mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chaundiſe.
That other marchaundiſe that
menne haunten with fraude, and trecherie,
and deceit, with leaſinges and falſe othes,
is right curſed and dampnable. Eſpirituell
Marchaundiſe is properly Simonie, that is,
ententiue deſire to buy any thing eſpirituell,
that is, a thing which appertayneth to the
ſanctuarie of God, and to cure of the ſoule.
This deſire, if ſo be that a manne do his di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ligence
to perfourme it, all be it that his de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſire
ne take none effect, yet it is to him a
deadly ſin: &amp; if he be ordered, he is irregular.
Certes Simonie is called of Simon magus,
that would haue bought for temporel cattel
the yeſt that God had yeue by the Holy-ghoſt
to Saint Peter, and to the Apoſtles:
And therefore vnderſtond, that he that ſelleth
and he that buyeth things eſpirituell, ben
called Simoniackes, be it by cattell, be it by
procuring, or by fleſhly praier of his frends,
fleſhly frends, or eſpirituell frends, fleſhly in
two manners, as by kinred or other frends:
Soothly, if they pray for him that is not wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy
and able, it is Simonie, if he take the be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nefice:
and if he be worthy and able, there is
none. That other manner is, when man or
woman prayeth for folke to auaunce hem on<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
for wicked fleſhly affection which they haue
vnto the perſons, and that is foul Simonie.
But certes, in ſeruice, for which menne yeuen
things eſpirituell vnto her ſeruaunts, it muſt
be vnderſtond, that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſeruice muſt be honeſt,
or els not, &amp; alſo, that it be without bargain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
and that the perſon be able. For (as
ſaith Saint Damaſen:) * All the ſinnes of the
world, at regard of this ſinne, are as thing of
nought, for it is the greateſt ſinne that may
be after the ſin of Lucifer and of Antichriſt:
For by this ſinne God forleſeth the Church
and the Soule, which hee bought with his
precious blood, by hem y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> yeue Churches to
hem that been not worthy, for they are put in
theeues honds, that ſteale the ſoules of Ieſu
Chriſt, and deſtroy his patrimonie. By ſuch
vnworthy Prieſts and Curates, haue leaud
menne leſſe reuerence of the Sacraments of
holy Church: &amp; ſuch yeuers of Churches put
the children of Chriſt out, &amp; put in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Church
the Diuels owne ſonnes: they ſell the ſoules
that Lambs ſhould keep, to the Wolf, which
ſtrangleth hem: and therfore ſhall they neuer
haue part of the paſture of Lambes, that is,
the bliſſe of Heauen. Now cometh haſardry,
with his apertenaunces, at tables and rafles,
of which cometh deceit, falſe oths, chidings,
and all rauenous blaſphemings, &amp; renyings
of God, and hate of his neyghbours, waſt
of goods, miſpending of time, and ſometime
manſlaughter. Certes, haſardours ne mow
not bee without greate ſinne. Of Auarice
commeth alſo leaſinges, theft, falſe witneſſe,
and falſe othes: and ye ſhall vnderſtond, that
theſe bee great ſinnes, and expreſſe ayenſt the
commaundements of God, as I haue ſayd.
Falſe witneſſe is in word, and alſo in deede:
In worde, as for to bereaue thy neighbours
good name by thy falſe witneſſe, or bereaue
him his cattell or his heritage, by thy falſe
witneſſing, when thou for ire, or for meede,
or for enuie, beareſt falſe witneſſe, or accu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeſt
him, or excuſeth thy ſelf falſely. Ware ye
queſtmongers and notaries: certes, for falſe
witneſſing, was Suſan in full great ſorrowe
and paine, and many another mo. The ſinne
of theft is alſo expreſſe ayenſt Gods heſt, and
in two manners (corporell, and ſpirituell) the
temporell theft is: As, for to take thy neigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bours
cattell ayenſt his will, be it by force or
by ſleight, be it by mette or by meaſure: by
ſtealing alſo of falſe enditements vpon him,
and in borrowing of thy neighbours cattell,
in entent neuer to pay it ayen, and ſembla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
things. Eſpirituell theft is ſacrilege, that
is to ſay, hurting of holy things ſacred to
Chriſt in two manners, by reaſon of the holy
place, as Churches or Churchyards: For
which euery villainous ſinne that men done
in ſuch places, may be called ſacrilege, or
euery violence in the ſemblable places. Alſo
they that withdrawe falſely the rightes that
long to holy Church and pleaſing. And gene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rally
ſacriledge is to reue holy thing fro holy
place, or vnholy thing, out of holy place, or
holy thing out of vnholy place.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>Revelatio contra peccatum Avaritiae.</head>
                              <p>NOw ſhall ye vnderſtond, that releeuing
of Auarice, is miſericorde and pitty
largely taken. And men might aske, why
that miſericorde and pitty are releeuing of
Auarice: Certes, the auaricious man ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
no pitty ne miſericorde to the needfull
man.</p>
                              <p>For he delighteth him in the keping of his
treaſure, &amp; not in the reſcuing ne releeuing
of his euin Chriſten. And therefore ſpeake I
firſt of miſericorde. Then is miſericorde (as
ſaith the Phyloſopher) a vertue, by which
the courage of man is ſtirred by the miſeaſe
of him that is diſeaſed. Vpon which miſeri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corde
followeth pity, in performing and fulfil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
of charitable workes of mercie, helping
&amp; comforting him that is miſeaſed. And cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
theſe things moue and ſtir a man to mi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſericorde
of Ieſu Chriſt, that he yaue himſelfe
for our offence, and ſuffered death for miſeri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corde,
and foryaue vs our original ſins, and
thereby releaſed vs fro the pains of hell, and
miniſhed y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> pains of purgatory by penitence,
and yeueth grace well to do, and at laſt, the
bliſſe of heauen. The ſpeces of miſericorde ben
for to lene, and alſo for to yeue, for to foryeue
and releaſe, and for to haue pity in heart, and
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compaſſion of the miſcheef of his euin Chri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſten,
and alſo to chaſtiſe there as need is.
Another manner of remedy ayenſt Auarice,
is reaſonable largeſſe: but ſoothly, here behoo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueth
the conſideration of that grace of Ieſu
Chriſt, and of the temporell goodes, and alſo
of the goodes perdurable that Ieſu Chriſt
yaue to vs, and to haue remembrance of the
death which he ſhall receiue, he knoweth not
when, where, ne who: and alſo that he ſhall
forgo all that he hath, ſaue onely that which
he hath expended in good werkes.</p>
                              <p>But for as much as ſome folk ben vnmea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſurable,
men ought for to auoyd and eſchewe
fooliſh largeſſe, the whiche ſome people call
waſte.</p>
                              <p>Certes, he that is foole large, yeueth not
his cattell, but he leſeth his cattell. Soothly,
what thing that he yeueth for vaine-glory, as
to minſtrels, and to folke that beare his re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nome
in the world, he hath ſinne thereof, and
none almeſſe: certes, * He leſeth foule his
good, that he ne ſeeketh with the yeft of his
good nothing but ſinne. He is like to an horſe
that ſeeketh rather to drink drouy or trou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bled
water, than for to drink water of the
cleare well. To hem appertainen the ſaid
curſing that Chriſt ſhall yeue at the day of
doome to hem that ſhall be damned.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>¶Sequitur de Gula.</head>
                              <p>AFter Auarice cometh Glotenie, which
is expreſſe ayenſt the commandement
of God. Glotenie, is vnmeaſurable appetite
to eate or to drinke, or els to do ynough to
the vnmeaſurable appetite and diſordained
couetiſe to eat or to drink. This ſinne cor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rupteth
all this world, as is well ſhewed in
the ſinne of Adam and of Eue. Looke alſo
what ſaith ſaint Poul of glotenie. * Many
(ſaith he) gone, of which I haue often ſaid to
you, and now I ſay it weeping, that been the
enemies of the croſſe of Chriſt, of which the
end is death, and of which her womb is her
God and her glory, in confuſion of hem that
ſo deuour earthly thinges.</p>
                              <p>He that is vſed to this ſin of Glotenie, he
ne may no ſin withſtond, he muſt be in ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uage
of all vices, for it is the Deuils hourd,
there he hideth and reſteth him. This ſinne
hath many ſpeces: The firſt is dronkenneſſe,
* That is the horrible ſepulture of mans rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon:
and therefore when a manne is dronke,
he hath loſt his reaſon: And this is deadly
ſinne. But ſoothly, when that a man is not
wont to ſtrong drinke, and peraduenture ne
knoweth not the ſtrength of the drinke, or
hath feebleſſe in his head, or hath trauayled,
through which he drinketh the more, all be he
ſuddainely caught with drinke, it is no dead<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
ſinne, but veniall. The ſecond ſpece of glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenie
is, that the ſpirit of a manne wexeth all
troubled, for dronkenneſſe bireaueth him the
diſcretion of his wit.</p>
                              <p>The third manner ſpece of Glotonie, is
when a man deuoureth his meat, and hath
not rightfull manner of eating. The fourth
is, when through the great abundance of his
meat, the humours in his body been diſtem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pered.
The fifth is, foryetfulneſſe by too much
drinking, for which ſometime a man forget<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
ere the morning what he did on the
euening before.</p>
                              <p>In other manner been diſtinct the ſpeces
of glotonie, after S. Gregorie. The firſt is,
for to eat before time to eat. The ſecond is,
when a man giueth him to delicate meat or
drink. The third is, when men take too much
ouer meaſure. The fourth is, curioſitie, with
great entent to make and appareill his
meat. The fift is, for to eat too greedily.</p>
                              <p>Theſe ben the fiue fingers of the deuils
hond, by which he draweth folke to ſinne.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>¶The Remedie ayenſt Glotenie.</head>
                              <p>AYenſt Glotenie, the remedie is abſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nence,
as ſaith Galiene: but that I hold
not meritorious, if he do it for the heale of
his body. Saint Auguſtine woll that abſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nence
be done for vertue, and with patience.
Abſtinence (ſaith he) is little worth, but if a
man haue good will thereto, and but if he be
enforced by patience and charitie, and that
men do it for Gods ſake, and in hope to haue
bliſſe in heauen.</p>
                              <p>The fellowes of abſtinence bee attempe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>raunce,
that holdeth the meane in all things.
Alſo Shame, that eſcheweth all diſhoneſtie.
Suffiſaunce, that ſeeketh no rich meates ne
drinkes, ne doth not force of outragious ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>paireling
of meat. Meaſure alſo, that re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
by reaſon the vnmeaſurable appe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tite
of eating. Soberneſſe alſo, that reſtrayn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
the outrage of drinke. Sparing alſo,
that reſtrayneth the delicate eaſe, to ſit long
at meat, wherefore ſome folke ſtanden of her
owne will when they eate, becauſe they woll
eate at leſſe leaſure.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>¶De Luxutia.</head>
                              <p>AFter Glotenie commeth Letcherie, for
theſe two ſins been ſo nigh couſins,
that oft time they woll not depart. God wot
this ſin is full diſpleaſant to God, he forſaid
himſelfe: Do no letcherie. And therefore he
putteth great paines ayenſt this ſin.</p>
                              <p>For in the old law, if a woman thrall were
take in this ſin, ſhe ſhould be beat with ſtaues
to death. And if ſhe were a gentlewoman, ſhe
ſhould be ſlaine with ſtones. And if ſhe were
a biſhops doughter, ſhe ſhould be brent by
Gods commaundement.</p>
                              <p>Moreouer, by the ſin of Lechery God
drowned all the world, and after that he
brent fiue cities with thunder and lightning,
and ſanke hem into hell.</p>
                              <p>
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Now let vs ſpeak then of the ſaid ſtink<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
ſin of Lecherie, that men call auoutrie of
wedded folk, that is to ſay, if that one of hem
ben wedded, or els both. Saint Iohn ſaith,
That auouterers ſhall be in hell in a ſtacke
bre<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>ning of fire and of brimſtone, for the
ſtenche of her ordure: certes, the breaking of
this ſacrament is an horrible thing: it was
made of God himſelf in Paradiſe, and con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>firmed
by Ieſus Chriſt, as witneſſeth Saint
Mathew in the Goſpell: * A man ſhall leue
father and mother, and take him to his wife,
and they ſhall be two in one fleſh.</p>
                              <p>This Sacrament betokeneth the knit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
together of Chriſt and holye Church.
And not onely that God forbade auoutrie
indeede, but alſo he commaunded, That
thou ſhouldeſt not couet thy neighbours
wife.</p>
                              <p>In this heſte (ſaith Saint Auguſtine) is
forbode all manner couetiſe to do Letcherie.
Lo, what ſaith Saint Mathew in the Goſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pell,
* That who ſo ſeeth a woman, to coue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tiſe
of his luſt, he hath done Lecherie with
her in his heart. Here may ye ſee, that not
onely the deed of this ſinne is forboden, but
alſo the deſire to that ſin. This curſed ſin an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noyeth
greeuouſly hem that it haunt: and
firſt to her ſoule, for he obligeth it to ſin, and
to pain of death, which is perdurable: then
of the body annoyeth it greeuouſly alſo, for
it drieth him and waſteth, and ſhenteth him,
and of his blood he maketh ſacrifice to the
fiend of hell: It waſteth his cattell and his
ſubſtaunce. And certes, if it be a foule thing,
a man to waſte his cattell on women: yet it
is a fouler thing, when that for ſuch ordure,
women diſpend vpon men her cattell and
her ſubſtaunce. * This ſin, as ſaith the Pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phet,
taketh from man and woman her good
fame and her honour, and it is full delectable
and pleaſant to the deuill: for thereby win<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
he the more part of this wretched
world. And right as a Marchant delighteth
him moſt in that chaffare which he hath moſt
aduauntage and profite of, right ſo delight<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
the fiend in this ordure.</p>
                              <p>This is that other hond of the deuil, with
fiue fingers, to catch the people to his villa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nie.
The firſt is the fooliſh looking of the foo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>liſh
woman and of the fooliſh man, that ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                                    <desc>•</desc>
                                 </gap>aeth
right as the Baſilicocke or Cocatrice ſteeth
folke by venim of his ſight: for the couetiſe
of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> eyen followeth the couetiſe of the heart.
The ſecond finger is the villainous touching
in wicked manner. And therefore ſaith Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lomon:
* That who ſo toucheth &amp; handleth
a woman, he fareth as the man that hande<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth
the Scorpion, which ſtingeth and ſoden<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
ſleeth through his enueniming, or as who
ſo that toucheth warme pitch blemiſheth his
fingers. The third is foule words, which
fareth like fire, which right anone brenneth
the heart. The fourth finger is the kiſſing:
And truely he were a great foole that would
kiſſe the mouthe of a brenning ouen or of a
fournace. And more fooles ben they that kiſſe
in villainy, for that mouth is the mouth of
hell, and namely theſe old dotardes holours,
which woll kiſſe and flicker, and buſie hem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe
tho they may nought do. Certes they
been like to hounds: For an hound when he
cometh nye to the roſer, or by other benches,
thoughe ſo bee that he maye not piſſe, yet
woll he heaue vp his leg and make a coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenaunce
to piſſe. And for that manie man
weeneth that hee maye not ſinne for no lico<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rouſneſſe
that he doth with his wife, true<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
that opinion is falſe: * God wote a man
maye ſlee himſelfe with his owne knife, and
make himſelfe drunke with his owne tunne.
Certes be it wife, be it childe, or any worldly
thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he loueth before God, it is his mau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mette,
and he is an idolaſter. * A man ſhould
loue his wife by diſcretion, patiently and at<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>temperately,
and then is ſhee as though it
were his ſuſter. The fifth finger of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Diuels
hond, is the ſtinking deed of lecherie. Truly
the fiue fingers of gluttonie the Diuel put<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
into the womb of a man: And with his
fiue fingers of lecherie hee grypeth him by
the reins, for to throw him into the furnace
of Hell, there as they ſhall haue the fire and
the wormes that euer ſhall laſt, and weping
and wayling, and ſharpe hunger and thurſt,
grimneſſe of Diuels, which ſhall all to tread
hem withouten end. Of lechery, as I ſayd,
ſourdeth and ſpringeth diuers ſpeces: as for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nication,
that is between man and woman
which bee not married, and is deadly ſinne,
and ayenſt nature. All that is enemie and di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtruction
to nature, is ayenſt nature. Perfay
the reaſon of a man telleth him well alſo that
it is deadly ſinne, for as much as God forbad
lecherie. And Saint Paule yeueth hem the
reigne that nis dewe to no wight but to hem
that done deadly ſinne. Another ſinne of le<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cherie
is, to bereaue a maids maidenhead, for
he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſo doth, certes he caſteth a mayden out
of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> higheſt degre that is in this preſent life,
and bereaueth her that precious fruicte that
the boke calleth the hundreth fruits, I ne can
ſaye it none otherwiſe in Engliſh, but in
Latine it hight <hi>(Centeſimus fructus:)</hi> Certes
he that ſo doth, is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cauſe of many damages
and villanies, mo than any man can recken:
right as he is cauſe of many damages ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
that beaſtes do in the field, that breake
the hedge or y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cloſure, through which he de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtroyeth
that may not be reſtored: For certes
no more may maydenhead be reſtored, than
an arme that is ſmitte fro the bodie, may re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turne
ayen and waxe: She may haue mercy,
this wote I well, if that ſhe haue will to do
penitence, but neuer ſhall it be that ſhe nas
corrupt. And all be it ſo that I haue ſpoke
ſomewhat of auoutrie, alſo it is good to ſhew
the perilles that long to auoutrie, for to eſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chew
that foul ſinne. Auoutrie in latine, is
for to ſay, approaching of another mannes
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bedde, through whiche thoſe that ſometime
were one fleſh, abandone her bodies to other
perſons. Of this ſinne, as ſayeth the wiſe
man, follow many harmes: Firſt breaking
of fayth, and certes in fayth is the key of
chriſtendome: and when that fayth is broke
and loſt, ſoothly chriſtendom ſtont veine and
without fruit. This ſinne alſo is theft, for
theft generally is to reaue a wight his things
ayenſt his will. * Certes, this is the fouleſt
theft that may be, when that a woman ſteal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
her body from her husbond, and yeueth it
to her holour to defoyle her: and ſtealeth her
ſoule fro Chriſt, and yeueth it to the Deuill:
This is a fouler thefte than for to breake a
Church and ſteal away the chalice, for theſe
auouterers break the temple of God ſpiritu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ally,
and ſteal the veſſell of grace, that is the
bodie and the ſoule: For which Chriſte ſhall
deſtroy hem, as ſaith ſaint Poule. Sothly
of this theft doubted greatly Ioſeph, when
that his Lordes wife prayed him of villainy,
when he ſayde: Lo my Lady, how my Lord
hath take to me vnder my warde, all that he
hath in this world, ne nothing of his things
is out of my power, but onely ye that be his
wife: and how ſhould I then doe this wick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>edneſſe,
and ſin ſo horrible ayenſt God, and
ayenſt my Lord, God it forbede. Alas, all
too little is ſuche trouth nowe found. The
third harm is the ſilth, through which they
breake the commaundement of God, and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>foyle
the auter of matrimonie, that is Chriſt.
For certes, in ſo much as the Sacrament of
marriage is ſo noble &amp; ſo digne, ſo much is
it greater ſin for to break it: For God made
mariage in Paradiſe in the eſtate of innocen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cie,
to multiplie mankinde in the ſeruice of
God, and therefore is the breaking therof the
more greeuous, of which breaking come falſe
heirs oft time, that wrongfully occupie folks
heritages: and therefore woll Chriſt put hem
out of the reign of heauen, that is heritage
to good folk. Of this breaking commeth alſo
oft time, that folk vnware wed or ſinne with
her own kinrede: and namely theſe harlots,
that haunt brodels of theſe foul women, that
may be likened to a commune gong, whereas
men purge her ordure. What ſay we alſo of
putours, that liue by the horrible ſinne of pu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trie,
and conſtrain women to yeue to hem a
certain rent of her bodely puterie, yea, ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
of his own wife or his childe, as done
theſe bauds: Certes, theſe been curſed ſins.
Vnderſtond alſo, that aduoutrie is ſet gladly
in the ten commaundements between theft
and manſlaughter, for it is the greateſt theft
that may be, for it is theft of body &amp; of ſoul,
and it is like an homicide, for it kerueth atwo
and breaketh atwo hem that firſt were made
of one fleſh. And therefore by the old law of
God they ſhould be ſlaine, but natheleſſe, by
the law of Ieſu Chriſt, that is, law of pity,
when he ſaid to the woman that was found
in auoutrie, and ſhould haue bee ſlayne with
ſtones, after the will of the Iewes, as was
her law: Go, ſaid Ieſu Chriſt, and haue no
more will to do ſin. Soothly, the vengeance
of auoutrie is awarded to the pains of Hell,
but if ſo be that it be diſturbed by penitence.
Yet been there mo ſpeces of this curſed ſin,
as when that one of hem is religious, or els
both, or of folk that ben entred into order, as
ſub-Deacon, Deacon, or Prieſt, or Hoſpitali<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ers:
&amp; euer the higher that he is in order, the
greater is the ſin. The things that greatly
agredge her ſin, is the breaking of her auow
of chaſtity, when they receiued the order. And
moreouer, ſooth is that holy order is cheefe of
all the treaſorie of God, and his eſpeciall
ſign and mark of chaſtity, to ſhew that they
beene joyned to chaſtity, which is the moſt
precious life that is: and theſe ordered folk
ben ſpecially titled to God, and of the ſpecial
meine of God: for which when they done
deadly ſinne, they been the traitors of God
and of his people, for they liue of the people.
Prieſtes been Angels, as by the dignitie of
her myſterie: but forſooth Saint Poul ſaith,
That Sathanas transfourmeth him in an
Angell of light. Soothly, the Prieſt that
haunteth deadly ſinne, he may be likened to
the Angel of darkeneſſe, tranſformed into the
Angell of light. He ſeemeth Angell of light,
but forſooth he is Angel of darkneſſe. Such
Prieſts be the ſonnes of Hely, as ſheweth in
the book of Kings, that they were the ſons
of Beliall, that is, the Diuell. Beliall is to
ſay, without judge, and ſo fare they, hem
thinketh they be free, and haue no judge, no
more than hath a free Bull, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> taketh which
Cow that him liketh in the town. So fare
they by women, for right as one free Bull is
ynough for all a town, right ſo is a wicked
Prieſt corruption ynough for all a pariſh, or
for all a countrey: Theſe Prieſts, as ſayth
the booke, ne cannot miniſter the myſtery of
Prieſthood to the people, ne they knowe not
God, they ne held hem not apayed, as ſaith
the book, of ſodden fleſh that was to hem of<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fered,
but they took by force y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fleſh that was
raw. Certes, ſo theſe ſhrews ne held hem not
apayed of roſted and ſodde fleſh, with which
the people fedde hem in great reuerence, but
they woll haue raw fleſh of folkes wiues and
her doughters: and certes, theſe women that
conſent to her harlottrie, done great wrong
to Chriſt and to holy Church, all Hallowes,
and all Soules, for they bireaue all theſe,
hem that ſhould worſhip Chriſte and holye
Church, and pray for Chriſtian Souls: and
therefore haue ſuch Prieſts, &amp; her lemmans
alſo that conſent to her lecherie, the curſing
of all the court Chriſtian, till they come to a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mendment.
The third ſpece of auoutrie, is
ſometime betwixt a manne and his wife, and
that is, when they take no regard in her aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſembling,
but onely to her fleſhly delight, as
ſaith Saint Ierom, and ne reckon of nothing
but that they ben aſſembled becauſe they ben
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married, all is good ynough, as they thinke:
but in ſuch folke hath the Diuell power, as
ſaid the Angel Raphael to Tobie, for in her
aſſembling, they put Ieſu Chriſt out of her
heart, and yeue hemſelfe to all ordure. The
fourth ſpece is, the aſſembly of hem that ben
of one affinity, or elſe of hem with which her
fathers or her kinred have dealed in the ſin
of lechery: This ſinne maketh hem like to
houndes, that take no kepe to kinrede. And
certes, parentele is in two manners: either
ghoſtly or fleſhly: ghoſtly, as for to deal with
his godſib, for right ſo as he that engendreth
a child, is his fleſhly father, right ſo is his
Godfather his father eſpirituell: for which
a woman may in no leſſe ſinne aſſemble with
her Godſib, than with her owne fleſhly fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther.
The fifth ſpece is, that abhominable
ſinne, of which abhominable ſinne no man
vnneth ought ſpeake ne write, natheleſſe it
is openly rehearſed in holy writ. This cur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
ſin doen men and women in diverſe en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tent
and in divers manner: But though that
holy writ ſpeake of horrible ſinne, certes, ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
writ may not be defoyled, no more than the
ſunne that ſhineth on the dunghill. Another
ſinne appertaineth to lechery, that commeth
ſleeping, and this ſin commeth often to hem
that been maidens, and alſo to hem that be
corrupt, and this ſinne men call Pollution,
that commeth of three manners: Sometime
of languiſhing of body, for the humours been
too rank and habundant in the body of man,
ſometime of infirmity, for feblenes of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue
retentife, as phyſicke maketh mention:
Sometime for ſurfet of meat and drink, and
ſometime of villainous thoughts that been
encloſed in mannes mind when he goeth to
ſleepe, which may not be without ſinne, for
whiche men muſt keepe hem wiſely, or elſe
may men ſin full greevouſly.</p>
                           </div>
                           <div type="section">
                              <head>¶Remedium contra peccatum Luxuriae.</head>
                              <p>NOw cometh the remedy ayenſt lechery,
and that is, general chaſtite and con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tinence,
that reſtrain all diſordinate mevings
that come of fleſhly talents. And euer the
greater merite ſhall he have that moſt re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
the wicked chauſinges of the or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dour
of this ſin, and this is in two manners:
That is to ſay, chaſtite in mariage, &amp; cha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtite
in widdowhood. Now ſhalt thou vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtonde
that matrimony is leful aſſembling of
man and woman that receiuen by vertue of
this Sacrament the bonde through whiche
they may not be departed in all her life, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is
to ſay, while that they live both. This, as
ſaith the book, is a full great ſacrament, God
made it (as I have ſaid) in paradiſe, &amp; wold
himſelfe be borne in mariage: and for to hal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low
mariage, he was at a wedding, whereas
he tourned water into wine, which was the
firſt miracle that he wrought in earth be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
his diſciples. True effecte of marriage
clenſeth fornication, and repleniſheth holy
Church of good linage, for that is the end of
mariage, and chaungeth deadly ſin into ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>niall
ſin between hem that been wedded, and
maketh the hearts as one of hem that been
wedded, as well as the bodies.</p>
                              <p>Very mariage was eſtabliſhed by God, ere
that ſinne began, when natural lawe was in
his right point in Paradice. And it was or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dained,
that o man ſhould haue but o wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man,
and o woman but o man, as ſayeth
ſaint Auguſtine, by many reaſons.</p>
                              <p>Firſt, for mariage is figured betwixt Chriſt
and holy Church.</p>
                              <p>Another is, for a man is head of a woman,
alway by ordinaunce it ſhould be ſo. For if a
woman had moe men than one, then ſhould
ſhe haue moe heads than one, and that were
a right horrible ſinne before God, and alſo a
woman mighte not pleaſe ſo many folke at
ones: and alſo there ſhould neuer be reſt ne
quiet among hem, for each of hem would
aske her owne right. And furthermore, no
manne ſhould know his own engendrure, ne
who ſhould haue his heritage, and the wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man
ſhould be the leſſe beloued.</p>
                              <p>Now cometh how that a man ſhould bere
him with his wife, and namely in two things,
that is to ſay, in ſufferaunce and reuerence,
as ſhewed Chriſt when he firſt made woman.
For he ne made her of the head of Adam,
for ſhe ſhould not claim to great lordſhippe,
* For there as the woman hath the maiſtry,
ſhe maketh too much variaunce: there need
no mo enſamples of this, the experience all
day ought inough ſuffice.</p>
                              <p>Alſo certes, God ne made not woman of
the foot of Adam, for ſhe ſhould not be hold
too lowe, for ſhe cannot patiently ſuffer: but
God made woman of the rib of Adam, for
woman ſhould be fellow unto man.</p>
                              <p>Man ſhould bear him to his wife in faith,
in trouth, and in loue, (as ſayth ſaint Poul)
that a man ſhold loue his wife, as Chriſt lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veth
holy Church, that loued it ſo wel that
he dyed for it: ſo ſhould a man for his wife,
if it were neede.</p>
                              <p>Now how that a woman ſhould be ſubiect
to her husband: that telleth ſaint Peter, firſt
in obedience. And alſo as ſayth the Decree:
* A woman that is a wife, as long as ſhe is
a wife, ſhe hath none authority to ſwear ne
bear witneſſe, without leaue of her husband,
that is her Lord, alway he ſhould be ſo by
reaſon. She ſhould alſo ſerue him in all
honeſtie, and be attemperate of her array.</p>
                              <p>I woll well that they ſhould ſet her entent
to pleaſe her husbonds, but not by queintiſe
of her array. Saint Ierom ſayth: Wiues
that be apparelled in like and precious pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple,
ne mow not cloth hem in Ieſu Chriſt.
S. Gregorie ſayth alſo: y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> no wight ſeeketh
precious aray, but only for vainglory to be ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noured
the more of the people. It is a great
folly, a woman to haue great aray outward,
and in her ſelf be foul inward. A wife ſhould
alſo be meaſurable in looking, in bearing, and
in laughing, and diſcreet in all her wordes
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and her deeds, and above all worldly things
ſhe ſhould loue her husbonde with all her
heart, and to him be true of her body: ſo
ſhould an husbond be to his wife: For ſith
that all the body is the husbonds, ſo ſhould
her heart be, or els there is betwixt hem two,
as in that, no perfit mariage. Then ſhall
men underſtond, that for three things a man
and his wife fleſhly may aſſemble. The firſt
is, for the entent of engendrure of children,
to the ſervice of God, for certes, that is the
cauſe final of matrimony. Another cauſe is,
to yeeld each of hem to other the debts of
her bodies; for neither of hem hath power
over her owne bodies. The third is, for to
eſchew lechery and villany. The fourth is
for ſooth deadly ſinne. As to the firſt, is me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ritorie:
the ſecond alſo, for as ſaith the De<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cree,
That ſhe hath merit of chaſtitie, that
yeeldeth to her husbond the debt of her body,
yea though it be ayenſt her liking, &amp; the luſt
of her heart. The third manner is venial ſin,
&amp; truly, ſcarcely may any of theſe be with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
venial ſin, for the corruption and for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
delight. The fourth maner is for to under<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtond,
if they aſſemble onely for amorous
love, &amp; for none of the foreſaid cauſes, but for
to accompliſh their brenning delight, they
recke not how oft, ſoothly it is deadly ſin: &amp;
that with ſorrow, ſome folke woll paine hem
more to do than to her appetite ſuffiſeth.</p>
                              <p>The ſecond manner of chaſtity is, for to be
a clean widow, &amp; eſchew the embracings of a
man, &amp; deſire the embracing of Ieſu Chriſt.
Theſe ben thoſe that have ben wives, &amp; have
forgot her husbonds, &amp; alſo women y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> have
done lechery, &amp; been received by penitence.
And certes, if that a wife could kepe her all
chaſt, by licence of her husband, ſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhe yeve
never none occaſion y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he offend, it were to
her a great merit. This manner of women,
that obſerveth chaſtity in clothing &amp; in coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenance,
abſtinent in eating and drinking, in
ſpeaking, and in dead, ſhe is the veſſel or the
bore of the bleſſed Magdelain, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> fulfilleth
holy Church of good odour. The third maner
of chaſtitie is virginity, &amp; it behooveth that
ſhe be holy in heart, &amp; clean of body, then is
ſhe ſpouſe of Ieſu Chriſt, &amp; ſhe is the life of
Angels: ſhe is the praiſing of this world,
and ſhe is as theſe martyrs in egallity: ſhe
hath in her that tongue may not tell, ne
heart think. Virginity bare our Lord Ieſu
Chriſt, and virgin was himſelfe.</p>
                              <p>Another remedy againſt lechery is, ſpeci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ally
to withdraw ſuch things as yeve occaſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
to that villany: as eaſe, eating, and
drinking: for certes, when the pot boyleth
ſtrongly, the beſt remedy is to withdraw the
fire. Sleping long in great quiet, is alſo a
great nourice to Lechery.</p>
                              <p>Another remedy ayenſt lechery is, That a
man or a woman eſchew the company of hem
by which he doubteth to be tempted: For
al be it ſo, that the deed is withſtond, yet is
there great temptation. Soothly, a white
wall, although it ne bren not fully, by ſtick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
of the candle, yet is the wall black of the
flame. Full oft time I rede, that no man
truſt in his own perfection, but he be ſtrong<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>er
than Sampſon, or holier than Daniel, or
wiſer than Salomon.</p>
                              <p>Now after that I have declared you as I
can, the ſeven deadly ſinnes, and ſome of her
braunches, with her remedies. Soothly, if I
could, I would tell you the ten commaunde<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments,
but ſo high doctrine I put to Di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vines.
Natheleſſe, I hope to God they ben
touched in this treatiſe each of hem.</p>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div n="2" type="part">
                           <head>¶Sequitur ſecunda pars Poenitentiae.</head>
                           <p>NOw for as much as the ſecond part of
penitence ſtont in confeſſion of mouth,
as I began in the firſt chap. I ſay S. Augu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtine
ſaith: Sin is every word and every
deed, and all that men conject againſt the
law of Ieſu Chriſt, and this is for to ſinne in
heart, in mouth, and in deed, by the fiue
wits, which ben ſight, hearing, ſmelling, taſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
or ſavour, and feeling. Now is it good
to vnderſtand, that that agregeth much eve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
ſinne. Thou ſhalt conſider what thou art
that doeſt the ſinne, whether thou be male or
female, young or old, gentle or thrall, free or
ſeruaunt, whole or ſick, wedded or ſingle, or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dred
or vnordred, wiſe or foole, clerke or ſecu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ler,
if ſhe be of thy kindred bodily or ghoſtly
or no, if any of thy kindred have ſinned with
her or no, and many mo things.</p>
                           <p>Another circumſtaunce is this, Whether
it be doen in fornication, or in advoutry, or
no, in manner of homicide or no, horrible
great ſinnes, or ſmall, and how long thou
haſt continued in ſinne. The third circum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtaunce
is, the place there thou haſt done ſin,
whether in other mennes houſes, or in thine
own, in field, in church, or in churchyard, in
church dedicate, or no. For if the church be
hallowed, and man or woman ſpili his kinde
within that place, by way of ſinne or wicked
temptation, the church is enterdicted, and
the Prieſt that did ſuch a villany, the tearme
of all his life he ſhould no more ſing Maſſe:
and if he did, he ſhould do deadly ſin, at eve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
time that he ſo ſung Maſſe. The fourth
circumſtaunce is, by whiche mediatours or
by which meſſengers, or for enticement, or for
conſentment, to beare companie with fellow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhippe.
* For many a wretch for to bear com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>panie,
woll goe to the Diuel of hell. Where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore,
they that egge or conſent to the ſin, ben
partners of the ſinne, and of the temptation
of the ſinner. The fifth circumſtaunce is, how
many times that he hath ſinned, if it be in his
minde, and how oft he hath fallen. For hee
that oft falleth in ſin, he diſpiſeth the mercy
of God, and encreaſeth his ſin, and is unkind
to Chriſte, and hee waxeth the more feeble to
withſtand ſin, and ſinneth the more lightly,
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and the latter riſeth, &amp; is more ſlow to ſhriue
him, and namely to him that is his confeſſor.
For which that folke when they fall ayen to
her old follies, either they leaue their old con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feſſor,
or elſe they depart her ſhrift in diuers
partes: But ſoothly ſuche departed ſhrift
deſerueth no mercie of God for her ſins. The
ſixt circumſtance is, why that a man ſinneth
as by temptation: and of himſelfe procure
that temptation, or by the exciting of other
folk, or if he ſinne with a woman by force or
by her aſſent, or if the woman, maugre her
head, haue be aforced or none. This ſhall ſhe
tell, wheder it were for couetiſe of pouerty,
or if it were by her procurement or no, &amp; ſuch
other things. The ſeventh circumſtance is,
in what manner he hath doe his ſinne, or how
that ſhe hath ſuffered that folke have doe to
her. And the ſame ſhall the man tell plainly,
with all the circumſtaunces, and wheder he
hath ſinned with common bordell women or
non, or doen his ſin in holy times or non, in
faſting time or non, or before his ſhrift, or af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
his latter ſhrift, and hath peradventure
broke thereby his penance enjoyned, by whoſe
helpe or whoſe counſaile, by ſorcery or craft,
all muſt be told, and all theſe things after as
they be great or ſmale, and grudge y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> conſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence
of man or woman. And eke the Prieſt
that is thy judge, may the better be adviſed
of his judgement in yeuing of penaunce, and
that is after thy contrition. For underſtond
well that after time that a man hath defoy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led
his baptime by ſinne, if he woll come to
ſaluation there is none other way but by
pennaunce, ſhrifte, &amp; ſatisfaction, and name<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
by they two, if there be a confeſſour to
whom he may ſhriue him, and the third if he
have life to performe it. Then ſhall a man
loke and conſider, that if he woll make a true
and a profitable confeſſion, there muſt be
four conditions. Firſt it muſt be in ſorrow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fulneſſe
of hert, as ſaith the King Ezechiell
to God, * I woll remember me all the years
of my life in bitterneſſe of my heart. This
condition of bitterneſſe hath fiue ſignes: The
firſt is, that confeſſion muſt be ſhamefaſt, not
for to cover ne hide her ſinne, for he hath of<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fended
his Lord God and defoyled his ſoule.
And hereof ſaith S. Auguſtin: * The heart
travaileth for ſhame of his ſinne, and for he
hath great ſhamefaſtneſſe he is worthy to
haue great mercy of God: which was the
confeſſion of the Publican, that would not
heave up his eyen to heaven for he had offen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
God of heaven: for which ſhamefaſtneſſe
he had anon the mercy of God. And thereof
ſaith ſaint Auguſtine: That ſuch ſhamefull
folk be next foryeueneſſe and mercy.</p>
                           <p>Another ſigne is, humility in confeſſion: of
which ſayth ſaint Peter, * Humbleth you vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
the might of GOD: the hond of God is
ſtrong inconfeſſion, for therby God foryeueth
thee thy ſinnes, for he alone hath the power.
And this humility ſhall be in hert, and in out<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
ſignes: For right as he hath humility
to God in his hert, right ſo ſhould he humble
his body outward to the prieſt, that ſitteth
in Gods ſtead. For which in no manner, ſith
that Chriſt is ſoueraigne, and the prieſt mean
and mediatour betwixt Chriſt &amp; the ſinner,
and the ſinner is loſt by way of reaſon, then
ſhould not the ſinner ſitte as hye as his con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feſſour,
but kneel before him or at his feet,
but if ſickneſſe cauſe it: For he ſhall not take
heed who ſitteth there, but in whoſe place he
ſitteth. A manne that hath treſpaſſed to a
Lord, and commeth to ask mercy and make
his accord, and ſitteth him down by him,
men would hould him outragious, and not
worthy ſo ſoone for to have remiſſion of his
treſpaſſe.</p>
                           <p>The third ſigne is, how thy ſhrifte ſhould
be full of teares if thou may, and if thou
may not weepe with thy bodily eyen, then
weepe in thine heart, which was the confeſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion
of ſaint Peter. For after that he had
forſake Ieſus Chriſt, he went out and wept
full bitterly.</p>
                           <p>The fourth ſigne is, that thou ne lette not
for ſhame to ſhew thy confeſſion: Such was
the confeſſion of Magdalein, that ne ſpared
for no ſhame of hein that were at the feaſt, to
go to our Lord Ieſu Chriſt &amp; beknow to him
her ſinnes. The fifth ſigne is, that a manne
or a woman be obeyſaunt to receive the pen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hem is injoyned. For certes Ieſu
Chriſt, for the offences of man, was obedient
to death. The ſecond condition of very con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feſſion
is, that it be haſtily done. For certes,
if a man had a deadly wound, euer the len<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ger
that he taryeth to heale himſelf, the more
would it corrupt and haſte him to his death,
and alſo the wound would be y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> worſe for to
hele. And right ſo fareth ſinne, that longe
time is in a man unſhewed. Certes a man
ought haſtely ſhew his ſins for manie cau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes,
as for dread of death, that commeth oft
ſodainely, and no certain what time it ſhall
be, ne in what place, and alſo the drenching
of o ſinne draweth in another: and alſo the
lenger that he tarrieth, the farther is he fro
Chriſt. And if he abide to his laſt day, ſcarce<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
may he ſhriue him or remember him of his
ſins, or repent for the greeuous maladie of
his death. * And for as much as he ne hath in
his life hearkened Ieſu Chriſt when he hath
ſpoken, he ſhall crie to Ieſus Chriſt at his
laſt daie, and ſcarcely woll he hearken him.
And underſtonde that this condition muſte
haue foure thinges.</p>
                           <p>Thy ſhrift muſt be prouided before, and ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uiſed,
for wicked haſt doth not profit, if a man
ſhrive him of his ſins: be it of Pride, or en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uye,
and ſo forth with the ſpeces and circum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtaunces
of ſin. And that hee haue compre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hended
in his minde the number and great<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of his ſins, and how long he hath lyen
in ſinne. And alſo that he hath be contrite
for his ſins, and in ſtedfaſt purpoſe (by the
<pb n="196" facs="tcp:51487:116"/>
grace of God) neuer ayen to fall to ſin. And
alſo that he dread and counterfaite himſelf
that he fly the occaſion of ſinne, to whiche
he is inclined. Alſo thou ſhalt ſhriue thee of
all thy ſinnes to o manne, and not part to o
manne, and part to another: That is to
vnderſtond, in entent to depart thy confeſſion
for ſhame or dread, for it is but ſtrangling of
thy ſoul. * For certes, Ieſus Chriſt is entierly
all good, in him is none imperfection, and
therefore either he foryeueth all perfectly, or
els neuer a deal. I ſay not that if you be aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſigned
to thy penitencer for certain ſin, that
thou art bounde to ſhewe him all the reme<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunt
of thy ſinnes, of which thou haſte be
ſhriuen of thy curat, but if it like to thee of
thy humility, this is no part of thy ſhrift.
Ne I ſay not, there as I ſpeak of diviſion of
confeſſion, that if thou haue licence to ſhriue
thee liketh, and by licence of thy Curate,
that thou ne maiſt well ſhriue thee to him of
all thy ſins. Let no ſin be vntold as ferre as
thou haſt remembraunce. And when thou
ſhalt be ſhriuen to thy Curat, tell him all thy
ſinnes that thou haſt do ſith thou were laſt
ſhriuen. This is no wicked entent of diuiſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
of ſhrift.</p>
                           <p>Alſo the very ſhrift asketh certaine condi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions.
Firſt that thou ſhriue thee by thy free
will, not conſtrained for ſhame of folke, ſick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
ne ſuch other things: For it is reaſon
that he that treſpaſſeth by his free will, that
by his free will he confeſſe his treſpaſſe, and
that none other man tell his ſin but himſelf:
ne he ſhall not nay, ne deny his ſin, ne wrath
him ayenſt the Prieſt for admoniſhing him
to leaue his ſin. The ſecond condition is, that
thy ſhrift be lawfull, that is to ſay, that thou
ſhriueſt thee. And alſo the Prieſt that heareth
thy confeſſion be verely in the fayth of holy
Church, and that a man ne be not diſpeired
of the mercie of Ieſu Chriſt, as Cain or Iu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>das.
And alſo a man muſt accuſe himſelf of
his own treſpaſſe &amp; not another, but he ſhall
blame and wite himſelfe and his owne ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lice
of his ſinne, and none other: But nathe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe,
if that another man be occaſion or en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ticer
of his ſinne, or the eſtate of a perſon be
ſuch by which his ſin is agredged, or elſe that
he may not plainly ſhriue him, but he tell the
perſon with which he hath ſined, then
may he tell, ſo that his entent ne be not to
backbite the perſon, but onely to declare his
confeſſion.</p>
                           <p>Thou ne ſhalt not alſo make no leaſinges
in thy confeſſion for humilitie, peraduenture,
to ſay that thou haſt committed &amp; done ſuch
ſinnes, as of which that thou ne were neuer
giltie. For ſaint Auguſtine ſaith, if that thou
becauſe of thine humilitie, makeſt leſings on
thy ſelf, though thou were not in ſin before,
yet art thou then in ſinne through thy lea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing.
Thou muſt alſo ſhew thy ſinne, by thine
own proper mouth, but thou be dombe, and
not by no Letter: ſor thou that haſt done the
ſinne, ſhalt haue the ſhame therefore. Thou
ſhalt not eke paint thy confeſſion with fayr
ſubtill wordes, to couer the more thy ſinne:
for then begileſt thou thy ſelf, &amp; not the prieſt:
thou muſt tell it plain, be it neuer ſo foul ne
horrible. Thou ſhalt alſo ſhriue thee to a
prieſt that is diſcreet to counſail thee: and
alſo thou ſhalt not ſhriue thee for vaine glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rie,
ne for ypocriſie, ne for no cauſe, but only
for the loue &amp; fear of Ieſus Chriſt, and heal
of thy ſoul. Thou ſhalt not alſo ren to the
prieſt ſodainly, to tell him lightly thy ſin, as
who ſaith, to tell a yape or a tale, but auiſedly
and with good deuotion: and generally ſhriue
thee oft: if thou oft fall, oft ariſe by confeſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on.
And though thou ſhriue the ofter than
ones of the ſin which thou haſt be ſhriuen of,
it is the more merite: And as ſaith ſaint Au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guſtine,
Thou ſhalt haue the more lightly for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yeueneſſe
and grace of God, both of ſinne
and pain. And certes ones a yere at leaſt it is
lawfull to be houſeled, for ſurely ones a year
all things renouellen.</p>
                           <p>Now haue I told you of very confeſſion,
that is the ſecond part of penitence.</p>
                           <trailer>Explicit ſecunda pars penitentiae: Et ſequitur
tertia pars.</trailer>
                        </div>
                        <div n="3" type="part">
                           <p>THe third part of penitence is Satiſfacti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
and that ſtont moſt generally in
almoſe deed and holy pain. Now been there
three manner of almoſe. Contrition of heart,
where a man offreth himſelf to God: Another
is, to haue pitie of defaute of his neighbour:
And the third is, in giuing of good counſell,
ghoſtly and bodily, where as men haue need,
and namely in ſuſtenaunce of mans foode.
And take kepe that a man hath need of theſe
things generally, he hath need of food, of clo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing,
and of herborow, he hath need of chari<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>table
counſail, viſiting in priſon, in ſickneſſe,
and ſepulture of his body. And if thou maiſt
not viſit the needfull in priſon in thy perſon,
viſit hem with thy meſſage and yefts. Theſe
ben generally the almoſe and workes of cha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ritie,
of hem that haue temporell riches, or
diſcretion in counſailing. Of theſe workes
ſhalt thou hear at the day of dome.</p>
                           <p>Theſe almoſe ſhalt thou do of thine own
proper things, and haſtely and priuely if thou
maiſt: but natheleſſe, if thou maiſt not do
it priuily, thou ſhalt not forbear to do almoſe,
though men ſee it, ſo that it be not to doe
for thank of the world, but only for thank
of Ieſu Chriſt. For as witneſſeth faint Ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thew
Capi. v. A Citie may not be hid that
is ſet on a mountain, ne men light not a lan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tern,
to put it vnder a buſhell, but ſet it vpon
a candleſtick, to yeue light to menne in the
houſe: * Right ſo ſhull your light, light before
menne, that they may ſee your good works,
and glorifie our Father that is in heauen.</p>
                           <p>
                              <pb n="197" facs="tcp:51487:116"/>
Now as to ſpeak of bodyly pain, it ſtont
in praiers, waking, faſting, vertuous tea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ching
of oriſons. And ye ſhall underſtond, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
oriſons or prayers, is to ſay, a pitous will of
heart, that ſetteth it in God, &amp; expreſſeth by
word outward to remeeue harms, and haue
things ſpirituel and perdurable, and ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
temporel things. Of which Oriſons,
certes in the oriſon of the Paternoſter, hath
Ieſus Chriſt encloſed moſt things. Certes it
is priuiledged of three things in this dignity,
for which it is more digne than any other
prayer, For that Ieſu Chriſt himſelfe made
it, and it is ſhort, for it ſhold be learned the
more lightly, and to hold it the more eaſie
in heart, and help himſelfe the ofter in this
Oriſon: and for a man ſhould be the leſſe
weary to ſay it, and not excuſe him to
learn it, it is ſo ſhort and eaſie: and for it
comprehendeth in it ſelfe, all good prayers.
The expoſition of this holie prayer, that is
ſo excellent and digne, I referre to the Mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſter
of Theologie, ſaue thus much woll I
ſay, * That when thou prayeſt that God
ſhould foryeue thee thine offences as thou
foryeueſt hem that haue offended thee, be
well ware that thou be not out of charitie.
This holy Oriſon aminiſheth alſo venial ſin,
and therefore it apperteineth ſpecially to pe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nitence.</p>
                           <p>This prayer muſt be truely ſayed, and in
perfect fayth, and that men pray to God or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dinately,
diſcreetly, and deuoutly: and al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
a manne ſhall put his will, to be ſubiect
to the will of God. This Oriſon muſt alſo
be ſayd with great humbleneſſe, and ful pure
and honeſtly, and not to the annoyaunce of
any man or woman. It muſt alſo be conti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nued
with the works of charitie. It auail<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
alſo ayenſt the vices of the ſoul: for as
ſayth S. Irom, * By faſting been ſaued the
vices of the fleſh, and by prayer the vices of
the ſoule.</p>
                           <p>After this thou ſhalt underſtond, that bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dyly
prayer ſtont in waking. For Ieſu Chriſt
ſayeth: wake ye and pray, that ye ne enter
into wicked temptaion. Ye ſhull underſtond
alſo, that faſting ſtont in three things: in for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bearing
of bodyly meat and drink, in for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bearing
of worldly iollitye, and in forbear<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
of deadly ſinne: this is to ſaye, that a
man ſhall keep him fro deadly ſinne with
all his might.</p>
                           <p>And thou ſhalt underſtond alſo, that God
ordayned faſting, and to faſting partayneth
foure thinges. Largeneſſe to poore folke:
gladneſſe of heart ſpirituel: not to be an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grie
ne annoyed, ne grutch for he faſteth:
and alſo reaſonable hour to eate by meaſure,
that is to ſaye, a man ſhall not eat in un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time,
ne ſit the longer at the table, for he
faſteth.</p>
                           <p>Then ſhalt thou underſtond, that bodyly
pain ſtont in diſcipline, or teaching by word
or writing, or by enſample. Alſo in wearing
of heer or ſtamin, or of harbergeons on her
naked fleſh for Chriſtes ſake, and that ſuch
maner penaunces, ne make not thine heart
bitter or angrie, ne annoyed of thy ſelfe, for
better is to caſt away thine heer, than to
caſt away the ſweetneſſe of Ieſus Chriſt.
And therefore ſayeth ſaint Poule: clothe
you, as they that been choſen of God in
heart, of miſericorde, debonairte, ſuffraunce,
and ſuch manner of clothing, of whiche Ie<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſu
Chriſt is more pleaſed than with the heers
or herbergeons.</p>
                           <p>Then is diſcipline alſo, in knocking of thy
breaſt, in ſcourging with roddes, in kneel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
in tribulation, in ſuffring patiently
wrongs that been doen to thee, and alſo in
patient ſuffring of ſickneſſe, or leſing of
worldly goodes, or cattel, or wife, child, or
other frends.</p>
                           <p>Then ſhalt thou nnderſtond, which things
diſturbe pennaunce, and that is in foure
manners, drrade, ſhame, hope, and wan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hope,
that is, deſperation. And for to ſpeak
firſt of dreade, for which he weneth that he
may ſuffer no penaunce. There ayenſt is
remedie, for to think that bodyly penaunce,
is but ſhort and little at regard of the pain
of hell, that is ſo cruel and ſo long, that it
laſteth without end.</p>
                           <p>Now ayenſt the ſhame that a man hath
to ſhriue him, and namely theſe Ipocrites,
that would be hold ſo perfect, that they haue
no need to ſhriue hem: Ayenſt that ſhame
would a man think, that by way of reaſon,
that he that hath not be aſhamed to do foul
things, certes him ought not be aſhamed,
for to doe faire thinges, and that is confeſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſions.
A man ſhould alſo think, that God
ſeeth and knoweth al his thoughts, and all
his werks: to him maie nothing be hid ne
couered. Men ſhould alſo remember hem
of the ſhame that is to come at the daye of
dome, to hem that be not penitent, and
ſhriuen in this preſent life: for all the crea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tures
in yearth and in hell ſhall ſee apertly,
all that they hidde in this world.</p>
                           <p>Now for to ſpeak of the hope of hem, that
been ſo negligent and ſlowe to ſhriue hem:
that ſtondeth in two manners. That one is,
that he hopeth for to liue long, and for to
purchaſe much riches for his delight, and
then he woll ſhriue him: And as he ſayeth,
him ſemeth then timely ynough to come to
ſhrift: * Another is, of ſurquidrie that he
hath in Chriſtes mercie. Ayenſt the firſt
vice, he ſhall thenk that our life is in no ſik<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>erneſſe,
and alſo that all the riches in this
worlde been in aduenture, and paſſe as a
ſhadow on the wall. And as ſayeth ſaint
Gregorie, That it appartayneth to the great
righteouſnes of God, that neuer ſhall the
paine ſtinte of hem, that neuer would with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>drewe
hem from ſinne her thankes, but euer
continued in ſinne: for that perpetual will
to do ſinne, ſhall they haue perpetual pain.
<pb n="198" facs="tcp:51487:117"/>
Wanhope, is in two manners. The firſt
wanhope is in the mercie of God: That
other is, that they think that they ne might
not long perſeuer in goodnes.</p>
                           <p>The firſt wanhope commeth of that, he
demeth that he hath ſinned ſo greatly and
ſo oft, and ſo long lyen in ſinne, that he
ſhall not be ſaued. * Certes ayenſt that cur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
wanhope ſhould he thinke, that the Paſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion
of Ieſu Chriſt is more ſtronge for to
unbinde, than ſinne is ſtrong for to binde.
Ayenſt the ſecond wanhope he ſhall thinke,
* That as often as he falleth, he may riſe
againe by penitence: and though he neuer
ſo longe hath lyen in ſinne, the mercie of
Chriſt is alway ready to receiue him to mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cie.
Ayenſt the Wanhope that he deemeth
he ſhould not longe perſeuer in goodneſſe, he
ſhall think, * That the feebleneſſe of the
deuil, maye nothing doe, but if men woll
ſuffer him: and alſo he ſhall haue ſtrength
of the help of Ieſu Chriſt, and of all holy
Church, and the protection of Angels, if
him liſt.</p>
                           <p>Then ſhall men underſtonde, what is the
fruite of penaunce, and after the wordes of
Ieſu Chriſt, It is an endleſſe bliſſe of hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen:
There ioye hath neuer ende, no con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trarie
of woe ne greuaunce: there all harms
ben paſſed of this preſent life, there as is
the ſikerneſſe fro the pain of hell, there as is
the blisful companie, that rejoyce hem euer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mo,
euerich of others ioye: there as the
body of man that ſometime was foule and
darke, is more clere than the Sunne: there
as the body that ſometime was ſicke,
freile, and feble, and mortal, is immortall,
and ſo ſtrong and hole, that there ne may
nothing appeire it: there as is neither
hunger, thurſte, ne colde, but euery ſoule
repleniſhed with the ſight of the perfite
knowing of God. This blisfull raigne may
men purchaſe by pouertie eſpirituel, and the
glorie by lowlines, the plentie of ioy by hun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ger
and thurſt, and the reſt by trauaile, and
the life by death and mortification of ſinne:
to which life he us bring, that bought us
with his precious blood. Amen.</p>
                        </div>
                     </div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <trailer>¶Here endeth the Parſons tale.
¶Thus endeth the Booke of Canterbury tales.</trailer>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="Romance of the Rose" type="work">
            <pb n="199" facs="tcp:51487:117"/>
            <head>THE
Romaunt of the Roſe.</head>
            <head type="sub">THis Book was begun in French Verſe by William de Lorris, and finiſhed forty years after by
John Clopinell, alias John Moone, born at Mewen upon the River of Loyer, not far from Paris,
as appeareth by Molinet, the French Author of the Morality upon the Romaunt; and afterward
tranſlated for the moſt part into Engliſh Metre by Geffrey Chaucer, but not finiſhed. It is entituled,
The Romaunt of the Roſe; or, The Art of Love: wherein is ſhewed the helps and furtherances,
as alſo the lets and impediments that Lovers have in their Suits. In this Book the Authour hath
many glaunces at the Hypocriſie of the Clergy: whereby he got himſelf ſuch hatred amongſt
them, that Gerſon, Chancellour of Paris, writeth thus of him: ſaith he, There was one called
Johannes Meldinenſis, who wrote a Book called, The Romaunt of the Roſe; which Book if I
only had, and that there were no more in the World, if I might have five hundred pound for
the ſame, I would rather burn it than take the Money. He ſayeth more, That if he thought the
Authour thereof did not repent him for that Book before he dyed, he would vouchſafe to pray
for him no more than he would for Judas that betrayed Chriſt.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>MAny men ſain that in ſweueninges,</l>
               <l>There nis but fables and leſinges:</l>
               <l>But men may ſome ſweuen ſeene,</l>
               <l>Which hardely that falſe ne been,</l>
               <l>But afterward ben apparaunt:</l>
               <l>This may I draw to warraunt.</l>
               <l>An authour that hight Macrobes,</l>
               <l>That halt not dreames falſe ne lees,</l>
               <l>But undoth us the auiſioun,</l>
               <l>That whilom mette king Cipioun.</l>
               <l>And who ſo ſayth, or weneth it be</l>
               <l>A yape, or elſe nicete</l>
               <l>To wene that dreames after fall,</l>
               <l>Let who ſo liſte a foole me call.</l>
               <l>For this trow I, and ſay for me,</l>
               <l>That dreames ſignifiaunce be</l>
               <l>Of good and harme to many wightes,</l>
               <l>That dreamen in her ſleep a nightes</l>
               <l>Full many thinges couertly,</l>
               <l>That fallen after all openly.</l>
               <l>Within my twentie yeere of age,</l>
               <l>When that loue taketh his courage</l>
               <l>Of young folke, I went ſoone</l>
               <l>To bed, as I was wont to doone:</l>
               <l>And faſt I ſlept, and in ſleeping,</l>
               <l>Me mette ſuch a ſweuening,</l>
               <l>That liked me wondrous wele,</l>
               <l>But in that ſweuen is neuer a dele</l>
               <l>That it nis afterward befall,</l>
               <l>Right as this dreame woll tell us all.</l>
               <l>Now this dreame woll I rime a right,</l>
               <l>To make your hearts gay and light:</l>
               <l>For loue it prayeth, and alſo</l>
               <l>Commaundeth me that it be ſo,</l>
               <l>And if there any aske me,</l>
               <l>Whether that it be he or ſhe,</l>
               <l>How this Booke which is here</l>
               <l>Shall hight, that I rede you here:</l>
               <l>It is the Romaunt of the Roſe,</l>
               <l>In which all the art of loue I cloſe.</l>
               <l>The matter faire is of to make,</l>
               <l>God graunt me in gree that ſhe it take</l>
               <l>For whom that it begonnen is,</l>
               <l>And that is ſhe, that hath Iwis</l>
               <l>So mokel priſe, and thereto ſhe</l>
               <l>So worthie is beloued to be,</l>
               <l>That ſhe well ought of priſe and right,</l>
               <l>Be cleped Roſe of euerie wight.</l>
               <l>That it was Mey me thought tho</l>
               <l>It is fiue yere or more ago,</l>
               <l>That it was Mey, thus dreamed me,</l>
               <l>In time of loue and iolitie,</l>
               <l>That all thing ginneth waxen gay:</l>
               <l>For there is neither buske nor hay</l>
               <l>In Mey, that it nill ſhrouded bene,</l>
               <l>And it with new leues wrene:</l>
               <l>Theſe woodes eke recoueren grene,</l>
               <l>That drie in winter ben to ſene,</l>
               <l>And the earth waxeth proud withall,</l>
               <l>For ſwote dewes that on it fall,</l>
               <l>And the poore eſtate forget,</l>
               <l>In which that winter had it ſet:</l>
               <l>And then become the ground ſo proude,</l>
               <l>That it woll haue a newe ſhroude,</l>
               <l>And maketh ſo queint his robe and faire,</l>
               <l>That it had hewes an hundred paire,</l>
               <l>Of graſſe and floures, Inde and Pers,</l>
               <l>And many hewes full diuers:</l>
               <l>That is the robe I mean iwis,</l>
               <l>Through which the ground to praiſen is.</l>
               <l>The birdes that han left her ſong,</l>
               <l>While they han ſuffred cold full ſtrong,</l>
               <l>In wethers grille, and derke to ſight,</l>
               <l>Ben in Mey, for the ſunne bright,</l>
               <l>So glad, that they ſhew in ſinging,</l>
               <l>That in her heart is ſuch liking,</l>
               <l>That they mote ſingen and ben light:</l>
               <l>Then doth the Nightingale her might,</l>
               <l>To maken noyſe, and ſingen blith:</l>
               <l>Then is blisfull many a ſith,</l>
               <l>The chelaundre, and the popingaye,</l>
               <l>Then young folke entenden aye,</l>
               <l>For to ben gay and amorous,</l>
               <l>The time is then ſo ſauorous.</l>
               <l>Hard is his heart that loueth nought</l>
               <l>In Mey, when all this mirth is wrought,</l>
               <l>When he may on theſe braunches here</l>
               <l>The ſmall birdes ſingen clere</l>
               <l>
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Her blisfull ſweete ſong piteous,</l>
               <l>And in this ſeaſon delitous:</l>
               <l>When loue affirmeth all thing,</l>
               <l>Me thought one night, in my ſleeping,</l>
               <l>Right in my bed full readyly,</l>
               <l>That it was by the morrow early,</l>
               <l>And up I roſe, and gan me cloth,</l>
               <l>Anone I wiſh mine hondes both,</l>
               <l>A ſiluer needle forth I drow,</l>
               <l>Out of an aguiler queint inow,</l>
               <l>And gan this needle thread anone,</l>
               <l>For out of toune me liſt to gone,</l>
               <l>The ſound of birdes for to heare</l>
               <l>That on the buskes ſingen cleare,</l>
               <l>That in the ſweete ſeaſon that lefe is,</l>
               <l>With a thred baſting my ſleuis,</l>
               <l>Alone I went in my playing,</l>
               <l>The ſmall foules ſong hearkening,</l>
               <l>That payned hem full many a paire,</l>
               <l>To ſing on bowes bloſſomed faire,</l>
               <l>Iolife and gay, full of gladneſſe,</l>
               <l>Toward a Riuer gan I me dreſſe,</l>
               <l>That I heard ren faſt by,</l>
               <l>For fairer playen none ſaw I:</l>
               <l>Then playen me by that Riuere</l>
               <l>For from an hill that ſtood there nere,</l>
               <l>Come doune the ſtream full ſtiffe and bold,</l>
               <l>Clere was the water, and as cold</l>
               <l>As any Well is, ſooth to ſaine,</l>
               <l>And ſomedele laſſe it was than Saine,</l>
               <l>But it was ſtraiter, weleaway,</l>
               <l>And neuer ſaw I er that day,</l>
               <l>The water that ſo wele liked me,</l>
               <l>And wonder glad was I to ſe</l>
               <l>That luſty place, and that Riuere:</l>
               <l>And with that water that ran ſo clere,</l>
               <l>My face I wiſh, tho ſaw I wele,</l>
               <l>The bottome ypaued eueridele</l>
               <l>With grauel, full of ſtones ſhene,</l>
               <l>The meadowes ſoft, ſote, and grene,</l>
               <l>Beet right on the water ſide,</l>
               <l>Full clere was than the morowe tide,</l>
               <l>And full attempre out of drede,</l>
               <l>Tho gan I walken thorow the Mede,</l>
               <l>Dounward aye in my playing,</l>
               <l>The Riuers ſide coaſting.</l>
               <l>And when I had a while igone,</l>
               <l>I ſaw a garden right anone,</l>
               <l>Full long and broad, and eueridele</l>
               <l>Encloſed was, and walled wele,</l>
               <l>With high walles enbatailed,</l>
               <l>Portrayed without, and well entayled</l>
               <l>With many rich portraitures,</l>
               <l>And both yet Images and peintures,</l>
               <l>Gan I beholde beſely,</l>
               <l>And I woll tell you readyly,</l>
               <l>Of thilke Images the ſemblaunce,</l>
               <l>As farre as I haue remembraunce.</l>
               <l>Amidde ſaw I Hate ſtonde,</l>
               <l>That for her wrath and yre and onde,</l>
               <l>Seemed to be a mynoreſſe,</l>
               <l>An angry wight a childereſſe,</l>
               <l>And full of gile, and fell courage:</l>
               <l>By ſemblaunt was that like Image,</l>
               <l>And ſhe was nothing wele araide,</l>
               <l>But like a wode woman afraide,</l>
               <l>Ifrounced foule was her viſage,</l>
               <l>And grinning for diſpitous rage,</l>
               <l>Her noſe ſnorted up for tene,</l>
               <l>Full hidous was ſhe for to ſene,</l>
               <l>Full foule and ruſtie was ſhe this,</l>
               <l>Her head iwrithen was iwis</l>
               <l>Full grimly with a great towaile.</l>
               <l>An image of another entaile,</l>
               <l>A lifte halfe was her faſt by,</l>
               <l>Her name aboue her head ſaw I,</l>
               <l>And ſhe was called Felony.</l>
               <l>Another Image, that Villany</l>
               <l>Icleped was, ſaw I and fonde</l>
               <l>Vpon the wall on her right honde.</l>
               <l>Villany was like ſomedele</l>
               <l>That other Image, and truſteth wele</l>
               <l>She ſeemed a wicked creature,</l>
               <l>By countenaunce in portreiture,</l>
               <l>She ſeemed be full deſpitous,</l>
               <l>And eke full proude and outragious.</l>
               <l>Well coud he paint I undertake,</l>
               <l>That ſuch an image coud make:</l>
               <l>Full foule and churliſh ſeemed ſhe,</l>
               <l>And eke villainous for to be,</l>
               <l>And little coulde of nurture,</l>
               <l>To worſhip any creature.</l>
               <l>And next was painted Couetiſe,</l>
               <l>That eggeth folke in many a giſe,</l>
               <l>To take and yeue right nought againe,</l>
               <l>And great treaſours up to laine.</l>
               <l>And that is ſhe, that for uſure</l>
               <l>Leneth to many a creature,</l>
               <l>The laſſe for the more winning,</l>
               <l>So couetous is her brenning,</l>
               <l>And that is ſhe for pennies fele,</l>
               <l>That teacheth for to robbe and ſtele</l>
               <l>Theſe theeues, and theſe ſmale harlotes,</l>
               <l>And that is routh, for by her throtes,</l>
               <l>Full many one hongeth at the laſt:</l>
               <l>She maketh folke compaſſe and caſt</l>
               <l>To taken other folkes thing,</l>
               <l>Through robberie, or miſcoueting.</l>
               <l>And that is ſhe that maketh treachours,</l>
               <l>And ſhe maketh falſe pleadours,</l>
               <l>That with her termes and her domes,</l>
               <l>Done maidens, children, and eke gromes,</l>
               <l>Her heritage to forgo:</l>
               <l>Full crooked were her honds two,</l>
               <l>* For Couetiſe is euer wood,</l>
               <l>To gripen other folkes good.</l>
               <l>Couetiſe, for her winning,</l>
               <l>Full lefe hath other mennes thing.</l>
               <l>Another Image ſet ſaw I,</l>
               <l>Next Couetiſe faſt by,</l>
               <l>And ſhe was cleped Auarice,</l>
               <l>Full foule in painting was that vice,</l>
               <l>Full ſad and caitife was ſhe eke,</l>
               <l>And alſo grene as any leke,</l>
               <l>So euil hewed was her colour,</l>
               <l>Her ſeemed to haue liued in langour,</l>
               <l>She was like thing for hunger dead,</l>
               <l>That lad her life onely by bread</l>
               <l>Kneden with eiſell ſtrong and egre,</l>
               <l>And thereto ſhe was lene and megre,</l>
               <l>And ſhe was clad full poorely,</l>
               <l>All in an old torne courtpy,</l>
               <l>
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As ſhe were all with dogges torne,</l>
               <l>And both behind and eke beforne</l>
               <l>Clouted was the beggerly.</l>
               <l>A mantle honge her faſte by,</l>
               <l>Vpon a bench weake and ſmall,</l>
               <l>A burnette cote hong there withall,</l>
               <l>Furred with no mineuere,</l>
               <l>But with a furre rough of heere,</l>
               <l>Of lambe skinnes heauy and blacke,</l>
               <l>It was ſo old I vndertake.</l>
               <l>For Auarice to cloath her wele,</l>
               <l>Ne haſteth her neuer a dele,</l>
               <l>For certainly it were her loth</l>
               <l>To wearen of that ilke cloth,</l>
               <l>And if it were forweared, ſhe</l>
               <l>Would haue full great nicete</l>
               <l>Of clothing, er ſhe bought her newe,</l>
               <l>All were it bad of woll and hewe.</l>
               <l>This Auarice held in her hand,</l>
               <l>A purſe that hong by a band,</l>
               <l>And that the hid and bond ſo ſtrong,</l>
               <l>Men muſt abide wonder long,</l>
               <l>Out of the purſe er there come ought,</l>
               <l>For that ne commeth in her thought,</l>
               <l>It was not certaine her entent,</l>
               <l>That fro that purſe a peny went.</l>
               <l>And by that Image nigh inough,</l>
               <l>Was painted Enuie, that neuer lough</l>
               <l>Nor neuer well in her heart feard,</l>
               <l>But if ſhe either ſaw or heard</l>
               <l>Some great miſchaunce, or great diſeaſe,</l>
               <l>Nothing may ſo much her pleaſe</l>
               <l>As miſcheife and miſauenture,</l>
               <l>Or when ſhe ſeeth diſcomfiture</l>
               <l>Vpon any worthy man fall,</l>
               <l>Then liketh her well withall.</l>
               <l>She is full glad in her courage,</l>
               <l>If ſhe ſee any great linage</l>
               <l>Be brought to naught in ſhamefull wife:</l>
               <l>And if a man in honour riſe,</l>
               <l>Or by his wit, or by his proweſſe,</l>
               <l>Of that hath ſhe great heauineſſe</l>
               <l>For truſteth well ſhe goeth nie wood,</l>
               <l>When any chaunce happeth good.</l>
               <l>* Enuy is of ſuch cruelte,</l>
               <l>That fayth ne trouth holdeth ſhe,</l>
               <l>To friend ne fellow, bad or good.</l>
               <l>Ne ſhe hath kinne none of her blood</l>
               <l>That ſhe nis full her enemie,</l>
               <l>She nolde, I dare ſaine hardely</l>
               <l>Her owne father fared wele,</l>
               <l>And ſore abieth ſhe euerie dele</l>
               <l>Her malice, and her male talent:</l>
               <l>For ſhe is in ſo great turment</l>
               <l>And hate ſuch, when folke doth good,</l>
               <l>That nye ſhe melteth for pure wood,</l>
               <l>Her heart kerueth and ſo breaketh</l>
               <l>That God the people well awreaketh,</l>
               <l>* Enuy iwis ſhall neuer let,</l>
               <l>Some blame vpon the folke to ſet.</l>
               <l>I trow that if Enuie iwis,</l>
               <l>Knew the beſt man that is,</l>
               <l>On this ſide or beyond the ſee,</l>
               <l>Yet ſomewhat lacken him would ſhe:</l>
               <l>And if he were ſo hende and wiſe,</l>
               <l>That ſhe ne might all abate his priſe,</l>
               <l>Yet would ſhe blame his worthineſſe,</l>
               <l>Or by her wordes make it leſſe.</l>
               <l>I ſaw Envy in that painting,</l>
               <l>Had a wonderfull looking,</l>
               <l>For ſhe ne looked but awrie,</l>
               <l>Or overwhart, all baggingly.</l>
               <l>And ſhe had a foule uſage,</l>
               <l>She might looke in no viſage</l>
               <l>Of man ne woman, forth right plaine,</l>
               <l>But ſhette her one eye for disdaine,</l>
               <l>So for Envie brenned ſhee</l>
               <l>When ſhe might any man ſee</l>
               <l>That faire, or worthy were, or wiſe,</l>
               <l>Or elſe ſtood in folkes priſe.</l>
               <l>Sorow was painted next Envie</l>
               <l>Vpon that wall of maſonrie:</l>
               <l>But well was ſeene in her colour</l>
               <l>That ſhe had lived in languour:</l>
               <l>Her ſeemed to have the jaundice,</l>
               <l>Not halfe ſo pale was Avarice,</l>
               <l>Ne nothing like of leanneſſe</l>
               <l>For ſorowe, thought, and great diſtreſſe</l>
               <l>That ſhe had ſuffred daie and night</l>
               <l>Made her yellow, and nothing bright:</l>
               <l>Full ſad, pale, and megre alſo,</l>
               <l>Was never wight yet halfe ſo wo</l>
               <l>As that her ſeemed for to be</l>
               <l>Nor ſo fulfilled with yre as ſhe,</l>
               <l>I trow that no wight might her pleaſe</l>
               <l>Nor doe that thing that might her eaſe,</l>
               <l>Nor ſhe ne would her ſorow ſtake</l>
               <l>Nor comfort none unto her take,</l>
               <l>So depe was her wo begonne</l>
               <l>And eke her heart in anger ronne,</l>
               <l>A ſorowfull thing well ſeemed ſhe:</l>
               <l>Nor ſhe had nothing ſlow be</l>
               <l>For to ſcratchen all her face</l>
               <l>And for to rent in many place</l>
               <l>Her clothes, and for to teare her ſwire</l>
               <l>As ſhe that was fulfilled of yre</l>
               <l>And all to torne lay eke her heere</l>
               <l>About her ſhoulders, here and there,</l>
               <l>As ſhe that had it all to rent</l>
               <l>For anger and for male talent.</l>
               <l>And eke I tell you certainly</l>
               <l>How that ſhe wept full tenderly:</l>
               <l>In world nis wight ſo hard of heart</l>
               <l>That had ſeene her ſorowes ſmart</l>
               <l>That nolde have had of her pite</l>
               <l>So wo begon a thing was ſhe.</l>
               <l>She all to daſht her ſelfe for wo</l>
               <l>And ſmote togider her hands two</l>
               <l>To ſorrow was ſhe full ententife</l>
               <l>That wofull retcheleſſe caitife</l>
               <l>Her wrought little of playing</l>
               <l>Or of clipping or kiſſing.</l>
               <l>* For who ſo ſorrowfull is in heart</l>
               <l>Him luſt not to play ne ſtart,</l>
               <l>Nor for to dauncen, ne to ſing,</l>
               <l>Ne may his heart in temper bring</l>
               <l>To make joy on even or morrow,</l>
               <l>For joy is contrarie unto ſorrow.</l>
               <l>Elde was painted after this,</l>
               <l>That ſhorter was a foot iwis</l>
               <l>Than ſhe was wont in her yonghede</l>
               <l>
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                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nneth her ſelfe ſhe might fede,</l>
               <l>
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So feeble and eke ſo old was ſhe</l>
               <l>That faded was all her beaute.</l>
               <l>Full ſalow was waxen her colour,</l>
               <l>Her head for hore was white as flour,</l>
               <l>Iwis great qua<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>me ne were it none,</l>
               <l>Ne ſinne, although her life were gone.</l>
               <l>All woxen was her body vnwelde</l>
               <l>And drie and dwined all for elde,</l>
               <l>A foule forw<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>lked thing was ſhe</l>
               <l>That whilom round and ſoft had be,</l>
               <l>Her heeres ſhoken faſt withall</l>
               <l>As from her head they would fall:</l>
               <l>Her face frounced and forpined</l>
               <l>And both her honds lorne fordwined</l>
               <l>So old ſhe was that ſhe ne went</l>
               <l>A foot, but it were by potent.</l>
               <l>The time that paſſed night and daye</l>
               <l>And reſtleſſe trauayleth aye</l>
               <l>And ſtealeth from vs ſo priuyly</l>
               <l>That to vs ſeemeth ſikerly</l>
               <l>That it in one point dwelleth euer</l>
               <l>And certes it ne reſteth neuer</l>
               <l>But goeth ſo faſt, and paſſeth aye</l>
               <l>That there nis man that thinke maye</l>
               <l>What time that now preſent is</l>
               <l>Asketh at theſe Cleres this,</l>
               <l>For men thinke it readily</l>
               <l>Three times been paſſed by</l>
               <l>The time that may not ſoiourne</l>
               <l>But goth, and may neuer retourne</l>
               <l>As water that doun runneth aye</l>
               <l>But neuer droppe returne may:</l>
               <l>There may nothing as time endure</l>
               <l>Metall, nor yearthly creature.</l>
               <l>For all thing is frette and ſhall</l>
               <l>The time eke that chaungeth all</l>
               <l>And all doth waxe, and foſtred be</l>
               <l>And all thing deſtroyeth he.</l>
               <l>The time that eldeth our Aunceſtours</l>
               <l>And eldeth Kinges and Emperours</l>
               <l>And that vs all ſhall ouercommen</l>
               <l>Er that death vs ſhall haue nommen,</l>
               <l>The time that hath all in welde</l>
               <l>To elden folke, had made her elde</l>
               <l>So inly, that to my weting</l>
               <l>She might helpe her ſelfe nothing</l>
               <l>But tourned ayen vnto childhede</l>
               <l>She had nothing her ſelfe to lede</l>
               <l>Ne wit ne pith in her hold</l>
               <l>More than a childe of two yere old.</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe I trow that ſhe</l>
               <l>Was faire ſometime, and freſh to ſe,</l>
               <l>When ſhe was in her rightfull age:</l>
               <l>But ſhe was paſt all that paſſage</l>
               <l>And was a doted thing becommen</l>
               <l>A furred cappe on had ſhe nommen</l>
               <l>Well had ſhe clad her ſelfe and warme</l>
               <l>For cold might els doen her harme,</l>
               <l>Theſe old folke haue alway cold,</l>
               <l>* Her kind is ſuch, when they been old.</l>
               <l>Another thing was doen their write,</l>
               <l>That ſeemed like an Ipocrite,</l>
               <l>And it was cleped Pope Holy,</l>
               <l>That ilke is ſhe, that priuily</l>
               <l>Ne ſpared never a wr<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ked deed,</l>
               <l>When men of her taken none heed</l>
               <l>And maketh her outward precious,</l>
               <l>With pale viſage and piteous,</l>
               <l>And ſeemeth a ſimple creature,</l>
               <l>But there nis no miſaduenture,</l>
               <l>That ſhe ne thinketh in courage,</l>
               <l>Full like to her was thilke Image:</l>
               <l>That maked was like her ſemblaunce,</l>
               <l>She was full ſimple of countenaunce.</l>
               <l>And ſhe was clothed and eke ſhod,</l>
               <l>As ſhe were of the loue of God</l>
               <l>Yolden to Religion,</l>
               <l>Soch ſeemed her deuotion.</l>
               <l>A Pſalter held ſhe faſt in hond,</l>
               <l>And buſily ſhe gan to fond:</l>
               <l>To make many a faint prayere,</l>
               <l>To God, and to his Saints dere,</l>
               <l>Ne ſhe was gay, freſh, ne iolife,</l>
               <l>But ſeemed to be full ententife:</l>
               <l>To good works, and to faire,</l>
               <l>And thereto ſhe had on an haire.</l>
               <l>Ne certes ſhe was fatte nothing</l>
               <l>But ſeemed wearie for faſting,</l>
               <l>Of colour pale and dead was ſhe,</l>
               <l>From her the gates aie warned be</l>
               <l>Of Paradiſe that blisfull place,</l>
               <l>For ſuch folke maken leane her grace:</l>
               <l>As Chriſt ſayth in his Euangile,</l>
               <l>To get hem priſe in toune a while,</l>
               <l>And for a little glorie vaine,</l>
               <l>They leſen God and eke his raigne.</l>
               <l>And alderlaſt of euerichone,</l>
               <l>Was painted Pouert all alone,</l>
               <l>That not a peny had in hold,</l>
               <l>Although ſhe her clothes ſold,</l>
               <l>And though ſhe ſhould an honged be,</l>
               <l>For naked as a worme was ſhe,</l>
               <l>And if the weather ſtormie were,</l>
               <l>For cold ſhe ſhould haue died there.</l>
               <l>She ne had on but a ſtraite old ſacke,</l>
               <l>And many a cloute on it there ſtacke,</l>
               <l>This was her cote, and her mantele,</l>
               <l>No more was there neuer a dele,</l>
               <l>To cloath her with, I vndertake,</l>
               <l>Great leaſer had ſhe to quake:</l>
               <l>And ſhe was put, that I of talke,</l>
               <l>Ferre fro theſe other, vp in an halke,</l>
               <l>There lurked and there coured ſhe,</l>
               <l>For poore thing where ſo it be,</l>
               <l>Is ſhamefaſt, and diſpiſed aie,</l>
               <l>Accurſed may well be that daie,</l>
               <l>That poore man conceiued is,</l>
               <l>For God wote all to ſeld iwis,</l>
               <l>Is any poore man well ifed,</l>
               <l>Or well arrayed or icled,</l>
               <l>Or well beloued, in ſuch wiſe,</l>
               <l>In honour, that he may ariſe.</l>
               <l>All theſe things well auiſed,</l>
               <l>As I haue you er this deuiſed,</l>
               <l>With gold and azure ouer all,</l>
               <l>Depainted were vpon the wall.</l>
               <l>Square was the wall, and high ſomde<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>e:</l>
               <l>Encloſed, and ibarred wele,</l>
               <l>In ſtead of hedge, was that gardin,</l>
               <l>Come neuer ſhepheard therein,</l>
               <l>Into that gardin, well wrought.</l>
               <l>Who ſo that me coud haue brought,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="203" facs="tcp:51487:119"/>
By ladders or elſe by degree,</l>
               <l>It would well haue liked mee,</l>
               <l>For ſuch ſolace, ſuch joy, and pleie,</l>
               <l>I trow that neuer man ne ſeie,</l>
               <l>As was in that place delicious:</l>
               <l>The gardin was not daungerous,</l>
               <l>To herborow birdes many one,</l>
               <l>So rich a yere was neuer none</l>
               <l>Of birdes ſong, and braunches grene,</l>
               <l>Therein were birdes mo I wene,</l>
               <l>Than been in all the Realme of Fraunce:</l>
               <l>Full blisfull was the accordaunce,</l>
               <l>Of ſweet pitous ſong they made,</l>
               <l>For all this world it ought glade.</l>
               <l>And I my ſelfe ſo merry feard,</l>
               <l>When I her blisfull ſonges heard,</l>
               <l>That for an hundred pound would I,</l>
               <l>If that the paſſage openly</l>
               <l>Had be vnto me free</l>
               <l>That I nolde entren for to ſee</l>
               <l>Thaſſemble (God keepe it fro care)</l>
               <l>Of birdes, which therein ware,</l>
               <l>That ſongen through her merry throtes,</l>
               <l>Daunces of loue, and merry notes.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When I thus heard foules ſing,</l>
               <l>I fell faſt in a waymenting,</l>
               <l>By which art, or by what engin,</l>
               <l>I might come into that gardin,</l>
               <l>But way I couth finde none,</l>
               <l>Into that gardin for to gone,</l>
               <l>Ne nought wiſt I if that there were</l>
               <l>Either hole or place where,</l>
               <l>By which I might haue entre,</l>
               <l>Ne there was none to teach me,</l>
               <l>For I was all alone iwis,</l>
               <l>For woe and anguiſh of this,</l>
               <l>Till at laſt bethought I mee,</l>
               <l>That by no way ne might it bee,</l>
               <l>That there nas ladder ne way to pace,</l>
               <l>Or hole, into ſo faire a place.</l>
               <l>Tho gan I go a full great paas,</l>
               <l>Enuiron, euen in compas,</l>
               <l>The cloſing of the ſquare wall,</l>
               <l>Till that I found a wicket ſmall</l>
               <l>To ſhette, that I ne might in gone,</l>
               <l>And other entre was there none.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Vpon this doore I gan to ſmite</l>
               <l>That was fetis, and ſo lite:</l>
               <l>For other waye coud I not ſeke</l>
               <l>Full longe I ſhote, and knocked eke.</l>
               <l>And ſtode full long all herkening</l>
               <l>If that I heard any wight comming:</l>
               <l>Till that the doore of thilke entre</l>
               <l>A maiden curteis opened me:</l>
               <l>Her haire was as yellowe of hewe</l>
               <l>As any baſon ſcoured newe,</l>
               <l>Her fleſh tender as is a chicke</l>
               <l>With bent browes, ſmooth and ſlicke,</l>
               <l>And by meaſure large were</l>
               <l>The opening of her eyen clere:</l>
               <l>Her noſe of good proportion,</l>
               <l>Her eyen graie, as is a faucon,</l>
               <l>With ſweete breath and well fauoured,</l>
               <l>Her face white and well coloured,</l>
               <l>With little mouth, and round to ſee:</l>
               <l>A cloue chinne eke had ſhe,</l>
               <l>Her necke was of good faſhion</l>
               <l>In length and greatneſſe by reaſon</l>
               <l>Without bleine, ſcabbe, or roine,</l>
               <l>Fro Ieruſalem vnto Burgoine</l>
               <l>There nis a fairer necke iwis</l>
               <l>To fele how ſmooth and ſoft it is.</l>
               <l>Her throte alſo white of hewe,</l>
               <l>As Snowe on braunce ſnowed newe.</l>
               <l>Of bodie full well wrought was ſhe,</l>
               <l>Men neden not in no countre</l>
               <l>A fairer bodie for to ſeke:</l>
               <l>And of fine Orfrais had ſhe eke</l>
               <l>A chapelet, ſo ſemely on,</l>
               <l>Ne neuer wered maide vpon</l>
               <l>And faire aboue that chapelet</l>
               <l>A roſe garlond had ſhe ſet</l>
               <l>She had a gay mirrour</l>
               <l>And with a rich gold treaſour,</l>
               <l>Her head was treſſed queintly</l>
               <l>Her ſleeues ſewed fetouſly.</l>
               <l>And for to keepe her hondes faire</l>
               <l>Of gloues white ſhe had a paire:</l>
               <l>And ſhe had on a coate of grene</l>
               <l>Of cloth of Gaunt, withouten wene:</l>
               <l>Well ſeemed by her apparaile</l>
               <l>She was not wont to great trauaile.</l>
               <l>For when ſhee kempt was feteouſly</l>
               <l>And well araied and richly,</l>
               <l>Then had ſhe doen all her iournee,</l>
               <l>For merrye and well begon was ſhe.</l>
               <l>She led a luſtie life in May,</l>
               <l>She had no thought, by night ne day</l>
               <l>Of nothing, but if it were onely</l>
               <l>To grayeth her well and vncouthly.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When that this dore had opened me</l>
               <l>This May, ſeemely for to ſee,</l>
               <l>I thonked her as I beſt might,</l>
               <l>And asked her how that ſhe hight:</l>
               <l>And what ſhe was, I asked eke,</l>
               <l>And ſhe to me was nought vnmeke</l>
               <l>Ne of her anſweare daungerous.</l>
               <l>But faire anſwerde, and ſayed thus:</l>
               <l>Lo ſir, my name is Idleneſſe,</l>
               <l>So clepe men me, more and leſſe:</l>
               <l>Full mightie and full rich am I,</l>
               <l>And that of one thinge namely,</l>
               <l>For I entende to nothing</l>
               <l>But to my joye, and my playing,</l>
               <l>And for to kembe and treſſe me:</l>
               <l>Acquainted am I and priue</l>
               <l>With Mirthe, Lord of this gardin</l>
               <l>That fro the londe of Alexandrin</l>
               <l>Made the trees hither be fet,</l>
               <l>That in this gardin been iſet:</l>
               <l>And when the trees were woxen an hight,</l>
               <l>This wall that ſtant here in thy ſight,</l>
               <l>Did Mirth encloſen all about,</l>
               <l>And theſe Images all without</l>
               <l>He did hem both entaile and paint,</l>
               <l>That neither been jolife ne quaint,</l>
               <l>But they been full of ſorowe and wo</l>
               <l>As thou haſt ſee ne a while ago.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>AND oft time him to ſolace</l>
               <l>Sir Mirth commeth into this place,</l>
               <l>And eke with him commeth his meine.</l>
               <l>That liuen in luſt and iolite:</l>
               <l>
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And now is Mirth therein, to here</l>
               <l>The birdes how they ſingen clere</l>
               <l>The Mauis and the Nightingale,</l>
               <l>And other jolly birdes ſmale:</l>
               <l>And thus he walked to ſolace</l>
               <l>Him and his folke, for ſweeter place</l>
               <l>To playen in, he may not finde,</l>
               <l>Although he ſought one in till Inde.</l>
               <l>The alther faireſt folke to ſee</l>
               <l>That in this world may found bee</l>
               <l>Hath Mirth with him in his rout</l>
               <l>That followen him alwaies about,</l>
               <l>When Idleneſſe had told all this,</l>
               <l>And I had herkened well ywis,</l>
               <l>Then ſaied I to dame Idleneſſe,</l>
               <l>Now alſo wiſely God me bleſſe,</l>
               <l>Sith Mirth, that is ſo faire and fre</l>
               <l>Is in this yerd with his meine,</l>
               <l>Fro thilke aſſemble, if I may,</l>
               <l>Shall no man werne me to day,</l>
               <l>That I this night ne mote it ſee,</l>
               <l>For well wene I there with him bee</l>
               <l>A faire and jolly companie</l>
               <l>Fulfilled of all courteſie:</l>
               <l>And forth with out words mo</l>
               <l>In at the wicked went I tho,</l>
               <l>That Idleneſſe had opened mee,</l>
               <l>Into that garden faire to ſee.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And when I was in ywis,</l>
               <l>Mine heart was full glad of this.</l>
               <l>For well wend I full ſikerly</l>
               <l>Haue been in Paradice earthly,</l>
               <l>So faire it was, that truſteth well,</l>
               <l>It ſeemed a place eſpirituell.</l>
               <l>For certes at my deuiſe,</l>
               <l>There is no place in Paradice,</l>
               <l>So good in for to dwell or be,</l>
               <l>As in that garden thought me.</l>
               <l>For there was many a bird ſinging,</l>
               <l>Throughout the yerde all thringing,</l>
               <l>In many places were Nightingales,</l>
               <l>Alpes, Finches, and Wodwales,</l>
               <l>That in her ſweet ſong delighten</l>
               <l>In thilke places as they habiten.</l>
               <l>There might men ſee many flockes</l>
               <l>Of Turtles and Lauerockes,</l>
               <l>Chalaundres fele ſaw I there,</l>
               <l>That very nigh forſongen were.</l>
               <l>And Thruſtles, Terins, and Mauiſe,</l>
               <l>That ſongen for to win hem priſe,</l>
               <l>And eke to ſermount in her ſong</l>
               <l>That other birds hem emong</l>
               <l>By note made faire ſeruiſe:</l>
               <l>Theſe birdes, that I you deuiſe,</l>
               <l>They ſong her ſong as faire and well,</l>
               <l>As Angels done eſpirituell,</l>
               <l>And truſteth me, when I hem heard,</l>
               <l>Full luſtie and well I feard:</l>
               <l>For neuer yet ſuch melodie</l>
               <l>Was heard of man that might die.</l>
               <l>Such ſweet ſong was hem emong,</l>
               <l>That me thought it no birds ſong,</l>
               <l>But it was wonder like to bee</l>
               <l>Song of Meremaidens of the ſee,</l>
               <l>That for her ſinging is ſo clere:</l>
               <l>Though we Meremaidens clepe hem here</l>
               <l>In Engliſh, as is our vſaunce,</l>
               <l>Men clepe hem Sereins in Fraunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>ENtentiue weren for to ſing</l>
               <l>Theſe birds, that not vnkonning</l>
               <l>Were of her craft, and a prentiſe,</l>
               <l>But of ſong ſubtill and wiſe:</l>
               <l>And certes, when I heard her ſong,</l>
               <l>And ſaw the green place emong,</l>
               <l>In heart I wext ſo wonder gay,</l>
               <l>That I was neuer erſt, ere that day</l>
               <l>So iolife, nor ſo well bigo,</l>
               <l>Ne merry in heart, as I was tho:</l>
               <l>And then wiſt I, and ſaw full well,</l>
               <l>That Idleneſſe me ſerued well,</l>
               <l>That me put in ſuch iolite,</l>
               <l>Her friend well ought I for to be,</l>
               <l>Sith ſhe the dore of that gardin</l>
               <l>Had opened, and me let in.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>From henceforth, how that I wrought</l>
               <l>I ſhall you tell, as me thought:</l>
               <l>Firſt whereof Mirth ſerued there,</l>
               <l>And eke what folke there with him were,</l>
               <l>Without fable I woll diſcriue.</l>
               <l>And that garden eke as bliue:</l>
               <l>I woll you tellen after this</l>
               <l>The faire faſhion all ywis.</l>
               <l>That well wrought was for the nones,</l>
               <l>I may not tell you all atones,</l>
               <l>But as I may and can, I ſhall</l>
               <l>By order tellen you it all.</l>
               <l>Full faire ſeruice, and eke full ſwete</l>
               <l>Theſe birds maden as they ſete:</l>
               <l>Laies of loue, ful well ſouning</l>
               <l>They ſongen in her iargoning,</l>
               <l>Some high, and ſome eke low ſong</l>
               <l>Vpon the braunches greene iſprong:</l>
               <l>The ſweetneſſe of her melodie</l>
               <l>Made all mine heart in reuelrie.</l>
               <l>And when that I heard I trowe</l>
               <l>Theſe birds ſinging on a rowe,</l>
               <l>Then might I not withhold mee</l>
               <l>That I ne went in for to ſee</l>
               <l>Sir Mirth, for my deſiring</l>
               <l>Was him to ſeene ouer all thing,</l>
               <l>His countenaunce and his manere:</l>
               <l>That ſight was to me full dere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THo went I forth on my right hond</l>
               <l>Downe by a little path I fond</l>
               <l>Of Mints full, and Fennell greene</l>
               <l>As faſt by without wene,</l>
               <l>Sir Mirth I found, and right anone</l>
               <l>Vnto Sir Mirth gan I gone,</l>
               <l>There as he was him to ſolace,</l>
               <l>And with him in that luſtie place,</l>
               <l>So faire folke and ſo freſh had he,</l>
               <l>That when I ſaw, I wondred me</l>
               <l>Fro whence ſuch folke might come,</l>
               <l>So faire they weren all and ſome:</l>
               <l>For they weren like, as to my ſight,</l>
               <l>To Angels, that ben fethered bright.</l>
               <l>Theſe folke, of which I tell you ſo,</l>
               <l>Vpon a karole wenten tho:</l>
               <l>A Ladie karoled hem, that hight</l>
               <l>Gladneſſe, blisfull, and light,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="205" facs="tcp:51487:120"/>
Well could ſhe ſing and luſtely</l>
               <l>None halfe ſo well and ſeemely:</l>
               <l>And coth make in ſong ſuch refraining,</l>
               <l>It ſate her wonder well to ſing.</l>
               <l>Her voice full clere was and full ſwete,</l>
               <l>She was not rude ne unmete,</l>
               <l>But couth ynough for ſuch doing</l>
               <l>As longeth unto karolling:</l>
               <l>For ſhe was wont in every place</l>
               <l>To ſingen firſt, folke to ſol<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ace,</l>
               <l>For ſinging moſt ſhe gave her to,</l>
               <l>No craft had ſhe ſo lefe to do.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THO mighteſt thou karols ſeene,</l>
               <l>And folke daunce and merry beene,</l>
               <l>And made many a faire tourning</l>
               <l>Vpon the greene graſſe ſpringing.</l>
               <l>There mighteſt thou ſee theſe Flutours,</l>
               <l>Minſtrals, and eke joglours,</l>
               <l>That well to ſing did her paine:</l>
               <l>Some ſong ſongs of Loraine,</l>
               <l>For in Loraine her notes be</l>
               <l>Full ſweeter than in this countre.</l>
               <l>There was many a Timbeſtere,</l>
               <l>And ſaliours, that I dare well ſwere</l>
               <l>Couth her craft full perfitly:</l>
               <l>The Timbres up full ſubtelly</l>
               <l>They caſt, and hent full oft</l>
               <l>Vpon a finger faire and ſoft,</l>
               <l>That they failed never mo.</l>
               <l>Full fetis damoſels two,</l>
               <l>Right yong, and full of ſemelyhede</l>
               <l>In kirtles, and none other wede,</l>
               <l>And faire treſſed every treſſe</l>
               <l>Had Mirth doen for his nobleſſe</l>
               <l>Amid the carole for to daunce,</l>
               <l>But hereof lieth no remembraunce,</l>
               <l>How that they daunced queintly:</l>
               <l>That one would come all prively</l>
               <l>Ayen that other, and when they were</l>
               <l>Togither almoſt, they threw ifere</l>
               <l>Her mouthes ſo, that through her play</l>
               <l>It ſeemed as they kiſt alway:</l>
               <l>To dauncen well couth they the guiſe.</l>
               <l>What ſhould I more to you deviſe?</l>
               <l>Ne bode I never thence go,</l>
               <l>Whiles that I ſaw hem daunce ſo</l>
               <l>Vpon the caroll wonder faſt,</l>
               <l>I gan behold, till at laſt</l>
               <l>A Ladie gan me for to eſpie,</l>
               <l>And ſhe was cleped Courteſie,</l>
               <l>The worſhipfull, the debonaire,</l>
               <l>I pray to God ever fall her faire:</l>
               <l>Full courteſſy ſhe called me,</l>
               <l>What doe ye there Beau ſire (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>Come, and if it like you</l>
               <l>To daunce, daunceth with us now:</l>
               <l>And I without tarrying</l>
               <l>Went into the carolling,</l>
               <l>I was abaſhed never adele,</l>
               <l>But it to me liked right wele,</l>
               <l>That Courteſie me cleped ſo,</l>
               <l>And bade me on the daunce go.</l>
               <l>For if I had durſt certaine,</l>
               <l>I would have carolled right faine</l>
               <l>As man that was to daunce right blithe:</l>
               <l>Then gan I looken oft ſithe</l>
               <l>The ſhape, the bodies, and the cheres,</l>
               <l>The countenaunce and the maneres</l>
               <l>Of all the folke that daunced there,</l>
               <l>And I ſhall tell what they were.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Full faire was Mirth, full long and high,</l>
               <l>A fairer man I never ſigh:</l>
               <l>As round as apple was his face,</l>
               <l>Full roddie and white in every place:</l>
               <l>Fetis he was and well beſey,</l>
               <l>With meetly mouth and eyen gray,</l>
               <l>His noſe by meaſure wrought full right,</l>
               <l>Criſpe was his haire, and eke full bright:</l>
               <l>His ſhoulders of large brede,</l>
               <l>And ſmalliſh in the girdle ſtede:</l>
               <l>He ſeemed like a purtreiture,</l>
               <l>So noble he was of his ſtature,</l>
               <l>So faire, ſo jolly, and ſo fetiſe,</l>
               <l>With lims wrought at point deviſe</l>
               <l>Deliver, ſmert, and of great might:</l>
               <l>Ne ſaw thou never man ſo light.</l>
               <l>Of berd unneth had he nothing,</l>
               <l>For it was in the firſt ſpring,</l>
               <l>Full yong he was, and merry of thought</l>
               <l>And in ſamette, with birds wrought,</l>
               <l>And with gold beaten full fetouſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>y,</l>
               <l>His bodie was clad full richely:</l>
               <l>Wrought was his robe in ſtraunge egiſe,</l>
               <l>And all to ſlittered for queintiſe</l>
               <l>In many a place, low and hie,</l>
               <l>And ſhode he was with great maiſtrie,</l>
               <l>With ſhoone decoped, and with lace,</l>
               <l>By drurie, and by ſolace,</l>
               <l>His leefe a roſen chapelet</l>
               <l>Had made, and on his head it ſet.</l>
               <l>And wete ye who was his lefe,</l>
               <l>Dame Gladneſſe there was him ſo lefe,</l>
               <l>That ſingeth ſo well with glad courage,</l>
               <l>That from ſhe was twelve yeare of age,</l>
               <l>She of her love graunt him made</l>
               <l>Sir Mirth her by the finger hade</l>
               <l>Dauncing, and ſhe him alſo,</l>
               <l>Great love was atwixt hem two:</l>
               <l>Both were they faire and bright of hew,</l>
               <l>She ſeemed like a roſe new</l>
               <l>Of colours, and her fleſh ſo tender,</l>
               <l>That with a brere ſmall and tender,</l>
               <l>Men might it cleve, I dare well ſay:</l>
               <l>Her forhead frounceles all play,</l>
               <l>Bent were her browes two,</l>
               <l>Her eyen gray, and glad alſo,</l>
               <l>That laughden aye in her ſemblaunt,</l>
               <l>Firſt or the mouth by covenaunt.</l>
               <l>I wot not what of her noſe I ſhall diſcrive,</l>
               <l>So faire hath no woman alive:</l>
               <l>Her haire was yellow, and clere ſhining,</l>
               <l>I wote no lady ſo liking.</l>
               <l>Of Orfraies freſh was her garland,</l>
               <l>I which ſeene have a thouſand</l>
               <l>Saw never ywis no garland yet,</l>
               <l>So well wrought of ſilke as it.</l>
               <l>And in an over gilt ſamite</l>
               <l>Clad ſhe was, by great delite,</l>
               <l>Of which her leefe a robe werde</l>
               <l>The merrier ſhe in her heart ferde.</l>
               <l>And next her went, on her other ſide,</l>
               <l>The God of Love, that can divide</l>
               <l>
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Love, and as him liketh it be</l>
               <l>But he can cherles daunten, he,</l>
               <l>And many folkes pride fallen,</l>
               <l>And he can well theſe Lords thrallen,</l>
               <l>And Ladies put at low degree</l>
               <l>When he may hem too proud ſee.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This God of Love of his faſhion</l>
               <l>Was like no knave, ne quiſtron:</l>
               <l>His beautie greatly was to priſe,</l>
               <l>But of his robe to deviſe</l>
               <l>I dreade encombred for to be,</l>
               <l>For not yelad in ſilke was he,</l>
               <l>But all in floures and flourettes,</l>
               <l>I painted all with amorettes,</l>
               <l>And with loſenges and ſcochons,</l>
               <l>With Birds, Liberdes, and Lions,</l>
               <l>And other beaſts wrought full wele:</l>
               <l>His garment was every dele</l>
               <l>I purtraied and ywrought with flours,</l>
               <l>By divers medling of colours:</l>
               <l>Floures ther were of many giſe</l>
               <l>Iſet by compaſſe in a ſiſe,</l>
               <l>There lacked no floure to my dome,</l>
               <l>Ne not ſo much as floure of Brome,</l>
               <l>Ne violet, ne eke peruinke,</l>
               <l>Ne floure none, that men can on thinke:</l>
               <l>And many a roſe lefe full long</l>
               <l>Was entermedled there emong:</l>
               <l>And alſo on his head was ſet</l>
               <l>Of roſes redde a chapelet.</l>
               <l>But Nightingales a full great rout</l>
               <l>That flien over his head about,</l>
               <l>The leaves felden as they flien,</l>
               <l>And he was all with birds wrien,</l>
               <l>With Popinjay, with Nightingale,</l>
               <l>With Chalaundre, and with wodewale.</l>
               <l>With finch, with larke, &amp; with archangell,</l>
               <l>He ſeemed as he were an angell,</l>
               <l>That down were comen fro heaven clere.</l>
               <l>Love had with him a bachelere,</l>
               <l>That he made alwayes with him be,</l>
               <l>Sweet looking cleped was he:</l>
               <l>This batcheler ſtood beholding</l>
               <l>The daunce, and in his hond holding</l>
               <l>Turke bows two, full well deviſed had hee,</l>
               <l>That one of hem was of a tree</l>
               <l>That beareth a fruit of ſavour wicke,</l>
               <l>Full crooked was that foule ſticke,</l>
               <l>And knottie here and there alſo</l>
               <l>And blacke as berrie, or any ſlo.</l>
               <l>That other bow was of a plant</l>
               <l>Without wemme, I dare warrant,</l>
               <l>Full even and by proportion,</l>
               <l>Trectes and long, of full good faſhion,</l>
               <l>And it was painted well and thwitten,</l>
               <l>And over all diapred and written</l>
               <l>With ladies and with bacheleres,</l>
               <l>Full lightſome and glad of cheres:</l>
               <l>Theſe bowes two held Sweet looking,</l>
               <l>That ſeemed like no gadling:</l>
               <l>And ten brode arrowes held he there,</l>
               <l>Of which ſive in his hond were,</l>
               <l>But they were ſhaven well and dight,</l>
               <l>Nocked and feathered aright:</l>
               <l>And all they were with gold begon,</l>
               <l>And ſtrong pointed everichon,</l>
               <l>And ſharpe for to kerven wele,</l>
               <l>But yron was there none ne ſtele:</l>
               <l>For all was gold, men might ſee,</l>
               <l>Out take the feathers and the tree.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe ſwifteſt of theſe arrowes five</l>
               <l>Out of a bow for to drive,</l>
               <l>And beſt feathered for to flie,</l>
               <l>And faireſt eke, was cleped Beautie:</l>
               <l>That other arrow that hurteth leſſe,</l>
               <l>Was cleped (as I trow) Simpleſſe:</l>
               <l>The third cleped was Fraunchiſe,</l>
               <l>That feathered was in noble wiſe</l>
               <l>With valour and with courteſie?</l>
               <l>The fourth was cleped Companie,</l>
               <l>That heavie for to ſhooten is,</l>
               <l>But who ſo ſhooteth right ywis,</l>
               <l>May therewith doen great harme and wo:</l>
               <l>The fift of theſe, and laſt alſo,</l>
               <l>Faire Semblaunt men that arrow call,</l>
               <l>The leaſt greevous of hem all,</l>
               <l>Yet can it make a full great wound,</l>
               <l>But he may hope his ſores ſound</l>
               <l>That hurt is with that arrowe ywis,</l>
               <l>His wo the bette beſtowed is:</l>
               <l>For he may ſooner have gladneſſe,</l>
               <l>His langour ought be the leſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>FIve arrowes were of other giſe,</l>
               <l>That been full foule to deviſe:</l>
               <l>For ſhaft and end ſooth for to tell.</l>
               <l>Were alſo blacke as fiend in hell</l>
               <l>The firſt of hem is called Pride,</l>
               <l>That other arrow next him beſide,</l>
               <l>It was cleped Villanie,</l>
               <l>That arrow was, as with fellonie</l>
               <l>Envenimed, and with ſpitous blame:</l>
               <l>The third of hem was cleped Shame.</l>
               <l>The fourth, Wanhope cleped is,</l>
               <l>The fift, the New thought ywis.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Theſe arrowes that I ſpeake of here,</l>
               <l>Were all five on one mannere,</l>
               <l>And all were they reſemblable</l>
               <l>To hem was well ſitting and able,</l>
               <l>The foule crooked bow hidous,</l>
               <l>That knottie was, and all roinous,</l>
               <l>That bow ſeemed well to ſhete</l>
               <l>The arrowes five, that been unmete</l>
               <l>And contrary to that other five:</l>
               <l>But though I tell not as blive</l>
               <l>Of her power, ne of her might,</l>
               <l>Hereafter ſhall I tellen right</l>
               <l>The ſooth, and eke ſignifiaunce</l>
               <l>As ferre as I have remembraunce:</l>
               <l>All ſhall be ſaied I undertake,</l>
               <l>Ere of this booke an end I make.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Now come I to my tale againe:</l>
               <l>But alderſirſt, I woll you ſaine</l>
               <l>The faſhion and the countenaunces</l>
               <l>Of all the folke that on the daunce is.</l>
               <l>The God of Love jolife and light,</l>
               <l>Led on his hond a Ladie bright</l>
               <l>Of high priſe, and of great degre,</l>
               <l>This Ladie called was beaute,</l>
               <l>And an arrow, of which I told:</l>
               <l>Full well thewed was ſhe hold,</l>
               <l>
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Ne ſhe was derke ne browne, but bright,</l>
               <l>And cleare as the Moone light:</l>
               <l>Againe whom all the Starres ſemen</l>
               <l>But ſmall candles, as we demen:</l>
               <l>Her fleſh was tender as dewe of floure,</l>
               <l>Her cheare was ſimple as bird in boure,</l>
               <l>As white as Lilly or Roſe in riſe.</l>
               <l>Her face gentle and treatiſe:</l>
               <l>Fetis ſhe was, and ſmall to ſee,</l>
               <l>No wintred browes had ſhee,</l>
               <l>Ne popped here, for it needed nought</l>
               <l>To winder her, or to paint her ought:</l>
               <l>Her treſſes yellow, and long ſtraughten,</l>
               <l>Vnto her heeles downe they raughten,</l>
               <l>Her noſe, her mouth, and eye and cheke</l>
               <l>Well wrought, and all the remnaunt eke.</l>
               <l>A full great ſauour and a ſwote,</l>
               <l>Me thought in mine heart rote:</l>
               <l>As helpe me God, when I remember,</l>
               <l>Of the faſhion of euery member,</l>
               <l>In world is none ſo faire a wight:</l>
               <l>For young ſhe was, and hewed bright</l>
               <l>Sore pleaſant, and fetis with all,</l>
               <l>Gent, and in her middle ſmall.</l>
               <l>Beſide beauty yede Richeſſe,</l>
               <l>An high Ladie of great nobleſſe,</l>
               <l>And great of price in euery place:</l>
               <l>But who ſo durſt to her treſpace</l>
               <l>Or till her folke, in werke or dede,</l>
               <l>He were full hardie out of drede:</l>
               <l>For both ſhe helpe and hinder may,</l>
               <l>And that is not of yeſterday</l>
               <l>That rich folke haue full great might</l>
               <l>To helpe, and eke to greue a wight.</l>
               <l>The beſt and greateſt of valour</l>
               <l>Didden Richeſſe full great honour,</l>
               <l>And buſie weren her to ſerue,</l>
               <l>For that they would her loue deſerue,</l>
               <l>They cleped her Ladie, great and ſmall,</l>
               <l>This wide world her dredeth all:</l>
               <l>This world is all in her daungere,</l>
               <l>Her court hath many a loſengere,</l>
               <l>And many a traitour enuious,</l>
               <l>That ben full buſie and curious</l>
               <l>For to diſpraiſe, and to blame</l>
               <l>That beſt deſeruen loue and name,</l>
               <l>To forne the folke hem to begilen,</l>
               <l>Theſe loſenge ours hem preiſe and ſmilen.</l>
               <l>And thus the world with word annointen,</l>
               <l>But afterward they prill and pointen</l>
               <l>The folke, right to the bare bone,</l>
               <l>Behind her backe when they ben gone,</l>
               <l>And foule abaten folkes priſe.</l>
               <l>Full many a worthy man and wiſe</l>
               <l>Han hindred, and idoen to die</l>
               <l>Theſe loſengeours with her flatterie,</l>
               <l>And maketh folke full ſtraunge be,</l>
               <l>There as hem ought ben priue:</l>
               <l>Well euill mote they thriue and thee,</l>
               <l>And euill ariued mote they bee</l>
               <l>Theſe loſengeours full of enuie.</l>
               <l>No good man loueth her companie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Richeſſe a robe of purple on had,</l>
               <l>Ne trow not that I lie or mad:</l>
               <l>For in this world is none it liche,</l>
               <l>Ne by a thouſand deale ſo riche,</l>
               <l>Ne none ſo faire, for it full wele,</l>
               <l>With Orfreis laied was euery dele,</l>
               <l>And purtraid in the ribanings</l>
               <l>Of Dukes ſtories, and of Kings,</l>
               <l>And with a bend of gold taſſiled,</l>
               <l>And knops fine of gold amiled:</l>
               <l>About her necke of gentle entaile</l>
               <l>Was ſhet the rich Cheueſaile,</l>
               <l>In which there was full great plente</l>
               <l>Of ſtones clere, and faire to ſe.</l>
               <l>Richeſſe a girdle had vpon</l>
               <l>The bokell of it was of ſton:</l>
               <l>Of vertue great, and mokell of might:</l>
               <l>For who ſo bare the ſtone ſo bright,</l>
               <l>Of venim durſt him nothing doubt</l>
               <l>While he the ſtone had him about:</l>
               <l>That ſtone was greatly for to loue,</l>
               <l>And till a rich mans behoue,</l>
               <l>Worth all the gold in Rome and Friſe:</l>
               <l>The Mourdant wrought in noble giſe</l>
               <l>Was of a ſtone full precious,</l>
               <l>That was ſo fine and vertuous,</l>
               <l>That whole a man it couth make</l>
               <l>Of palſie, and of toothake,</l>
               <l>And yet the ſtone had ſuch a grace,</l>
               <l>That he was ſeker in euery place</l>
               <l>All thilke day not blind to beene,</l>
               <l>That faſting might that ſtone ſeene:</l>
               <l>The barres were of gold full fine,</l>
               <l>Vpon a tiſſue of Sattine</l>
               <l>Full heauie, great, and nothing light,</l>
               <l>In eueriche was a beſaunt wight.</l>
               <l>Vpon the treſſes of Richeſſe</l>
               <l>Was ſet a circle of nobleſſe</l>
               <l>Of brend gold, that full light ſhone,</l>
               <l>So faire trow I was neuer none:</l>
               <l>But he were cunning for the nones,</l>
               <l>That could deuiſe all the ſtones</l>
               <l>That in that circle ſhewen clere,</l>
               <l>It is a wonder thing to here:</l>
               <l>For no man could preiſe or geſſe</l>
               <l>Of hem the value or richeſſe,</l>
               <l>Rubies there were, Saphirs, Ragounces,</l>
               <l>And Emeraudes, more than two vnces.</l>
               <l>But all before full ſubtilly</l>
               <l>A fine Carbuncle ſet ſaw I,</l>
               <l>The ſtone ſo cleare was and ſo bright,</l>
               <l>That all ſo ſoone as it was night,</l>
               <l>Men might ſeene to go for nede</l>
               <l>A mile or two, in length and brede.</l>
               <l>Such light ſprang out of the ſtone,</l>
               <l>That Richeſſe wonder bright ſhone</l>
               <l>Both her head, and all her face,</l>
               <l>And eke about her all the place.</l>
               <l>Dame Richeſſe on her hond gan lede</l>
               <l>A yong man full of ſemely hede,</l>
               <l>That ſhe beſt loued of any thing,</l>
               <l>His luſt was much in houſholding:</l>
               <l>In clothing was he full fetiſe,</l>
               <l>And loued well to haue hors of priſe,</l>
               <l>He wend to haue reproued be</l>
               <l>Of theft or murder, if that he</l>
               <l>Had in his ſtable an hacknay,</l>
               <l>And therefore he deſired aye</l>
               <l>To been acquainted with Richeſſe,</l>
               <l>For all his purpoſe as I geſſe,</l>
               <l>
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Was for to make great diſpence,</l>
               <l>Withouten warning or defence:</l>
               <l>And Richeſſe might it well ſuſtaine,</l>
               <l>And her diſpences wele maintaine,</l>
               <l>And him alway ſuch plentie ſend</l>
               <l>Of gold and ſiluer for to ſpend</l>
               <l>Without lacking or daungere,</l>
               <l>As it were pourde in a garnere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And after on the daunce went</l>
               <l>Largeſſe, that ſet all her entent</l>
               <l>For to ben honorable and free,</l>
               <l>Of Alexanders kinne was ſhee:</l>
               <l>Her moſt joy was ywis,</l>
               <l>When that ſhe yafe: and ſaied, haue this.</l>
               <l>Not Auarice the foule caitife</l>
               <l>Was halfe to gripe ſo ententife</l>
               <l>As Largeſſe, is, to yeue and ſpend,</l>
               <l>And God alway ynowe her ſend,</l>
               <l>So that the more ſhe yaue away,</l>
               <l>The more iwis ſhe had alway.</l>
               <l>Great loos hath Largeſſe, and great priſe,</l>
               <l>For both wiſe folke and vnwiſe</l>
               <l>Were wholly to her bandon brought,</l>
               <l>So well with yefts hath ſhe wrought.</l>
               <l>And if ſhe had an enemy,</l>
               <l>I trowe that ſhe couth craftely</l>
               <l>Make him full ſoone her friend to be</l>
               <l>So large of yefts, and wiſe was ſhe,</l>
               <l>Therefore ſhe ſtood in loue and grace</l>
               <l>Of rich and poore in euery place.</l>
               <l>* A full great foole he is ywis,</l>
               <l>That both rich and poore, and niggard is.</l>
               <l>A Lord may haue no manner vice,</l>
               <l>* That greeueth more than Auarice.</l>
               <l>For niggard neuer with ſtrength of hand</l>
               <l>May win him great lordſhip or land:</l>
               <l>For friends all too few hath he</l>
               <l>To doen his will performed be:</l>
               <l>* And who ſo woll have friends here,</l>
               <l>He may not hold his treaſure dere.</l>
               <l>For by enſample tell I this,</l>
               <l>Right as an Adamant ywis</l>
               <l>Can drawen to him ſubtelly</l>
               <l>The yron that is laied thereby,</l>
               <l>So draweth folkes hearts ywis</l>
               <l>Siluer and gold that yeuen is.</l>
               <l>Largeſſe had on a robe freſh</l>
               <l>Of rich purpure Sarliniſh:</l>
               <l>Well formed was her face and clere,</l>
               <l>And opened had ſhe her colere,</l>
               <l>For ſhe right there had in preſent</l>
               <l>Vnto a Lady made preſent</l>
               <l>Of a gold brooch, full well wrought,</l>
               <l>And certes it miſſate her nought:</l>
               <l>For through her ſmocke wrought with ſilke,</l>
               <l>The fleſh was ſeene as white as milke:</l>
               <l>Largeſſe, that worthy was and wiſe,</l>
               <l>Held by the hond a knight of priſe,</l>
               <l>Was ſibbe to Arthour of Breteigne,</l>
               <l>And that was he that bare the enſeigne</l>
               <l>Of worſhip, and the Gousfaucoun:</l>
               <l>And yet he is of ſuch renoun,</l>
               <l>That men of him ſay faire things</l>
               <l>Before Barons, Earles, and Rings.</l>
               <l>This knight was commen all newly</l>
               <l>Fro tourneying faſt by,</l>
               <l>There had he done great chiualrie</l>
               <l>Through his vertue and his maiſirie,</l>
               <l>And for the loue of his lemman</l>
               <l>He caſt doune many a doughty man.</l>
               <l>And next him daunced dame Fraunchiſe,</l>
               <l>Arrayed in full noble giſe:</l>
               <l>She has not broune ne dunne of hew,</l>
               <l>But white as ſnow ifallen new:</l>
               <l>Her noſe was wrought at point deuiſe,</l>
               <l>For it was gentle and tretiſe,</l>
               <l>With eyen glad, and browes bent,</l>
               <l>Her haire downe to her heels went,</l>
               <l>And ſhe was ſimple as doue on tree,</l>
               <l>Full debonaire of hert was ſhee.</l>
               <l>She durſt neither ſay ne do,</l>
               <l>But that, that her longeth to:</l>
               <l>And if a man were in diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>And for her loue in heauineſſe,</l>
               <l>Her heart would have full great pitee</l>
               <l>She was ſo amiable and free:</l>
               <l>For were a man for her beſtad.</l>
               <l>She would ben right ſore adrad,</l>
               <l>That ſhe did ouergreat outrage,</l>
               <l>But ſhe him holpe his harme taſwage,</l>
               <l>Her thought it all a villany,</l>
               <l>And ſhe had on a ſuckeny,</l>
               <l>That not of hempe herdes was,</l>
               <l>So faire was none in all Arras,</l>
               <l>Lord it was riddled fetiſly,</l>
               <l>There nas not a point truly</l>
               <l>That it nas in his right aſſiſe</l>
               <l>Full well yclothed was Fraunchiſe,</l>
               <l>For there nis no cloth ſitteth bette</l>
               <l>On damoſell, than doth rokette:</l>
               <l>A woman well more fetiſe is</l>
               <l>In rokette, than in cote ywis,</l>
               <l>The white rokette riddeled faire,</l>
               <l>Betokeneth, that full debonaire</l>
               <l>And ſweet was ſhe that it bere.</l>
               <l>By her daunced a Bachelere,</l>
               <l>I cannot tellen you what he hight,</l>
               <l>But faire he was, and of good height,</l>
               <l>All had he ben, I ſay no more,</l>
               <l>The lords ſonne of Windſore.</l>
               <l>And next that daunced Courteſie,</l>
               <l>That preiſed was of low and hie,</l>
               <l>For neither proud ne foole was ſhe:</l>
               <l>She for to daunce called me,</l>
               <l>I pray God giue her good grace,</l>
               <l>For when I came firſt into the place,</l>
               <l>She nas not nice, ne outrageous,</l>
               <l>But wiſe and ware, and vertuous,</l>
               <l>Of faire ſpeech, and faire anſwer,</l>
               <l>Was neuer wight miſſaid of her:</l>
               <l>She bare no rancour to no wight,</l>
               <l>Clere broune ſhe was, and thereto bright</l>
               <l>Of face and body auenaunt</l>
               <l>I wote no lady ſo pleaſaunt,</l>
               <l>She were worthy for to bene</l>
               <l>An Empreſſe or crowned Quene.</l>
               <l>And by her went a knight dauncing</l>
               <l>That worthy was and well ſpeaking,</l>
               <l>And full well coud he done honour:</l>
               <l>The knight was faire and ſtiffe in ſtour,</l>
               <l>And in armure a ſeemely man,</l>
               <l>And well beloued of his lemman,</l>
               <l>
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Faire Idleneſſe then ſaw I,</l>
               <l>That alway was me faſt by,</l>
               <l>Of her haue I without faile</l>
               <l>Cold you the ſhape and apparaile:</l>
               <l>For (as I ſaid) Lo, that was ſhe</l>
               <l>That did to me ſo great bounte.</l>
               <l>She the gate of that gardin</l>
               <l>Vndid, and let me paſſen in,</l>
               <l>And after daunced as I geſſe.</l>
               <l>And ſhe fulfilled of luſtineſſe,</l>
               <l>That nas not yet xii yeare of age,</l>
               <l>With heart wild, and thought volage.</l>
               <l>Nice ſhe was, but ſhe ne ment</l>
               <l>None harme ne ſleight in her entent,</l>
               <l>But onely luſt and iolite,</l>
               <l>* For yong folke, well weten ye,</l>
               <l>Haue little thought but on her play.</l>
               <l>Her lemman was beſide alway,</l>
               <l>In ſuch a giſe, that he her kiſt</l>
               <l>At all times that him liſt,</l>
               <l>That all the daunce might it ſee,</l>
               <l>They make no force of priuetee:</l>
               <l>For who ſo ſpake of hem euill or wele,</l>
               <l>They were aſhamed neuer adele,</l>
               <l>But men might ſeene hem kiſſe there,</l>
               <l>As it two yong doues were,</l>
               <l>For yong was thilke Bachelere,</l>
               <l>Of beauty wot I non his pere,</l>
               <l>And he was right of ſuch an age,</l>
               <l>As Youth his lefe, and ſuch courage.</l>
               <l>The luſty folke that daunced there,</l>
               <l>And alſo other that with him were</l>
               <l>That weren all of her meinee</l>
               <l>Full hend folke, wiſe, and free,</l>
               <l>And folke of faire port truly,</l>
               <l>There were all comenly.</l>
               <l>When I had ſeene the countenaunces</l>
               <l>Of hem that ladden thus theſe daunces,</l>
               <l>Then had I will to goe and ſee</l>
               <l>The garden that ſo liked mee,</l>
               <l>And looken on theſe faire Laureres,</l>
               <l>On Pine trees, Cedrres, and Olmeres,</l>
               <l>The daunces then ended were,</l>
               <l>For many of hem that daunced there,</l>
               <l>Were with her loues went away</l>
               <l>Vnder the trees to haue her play.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>A Lord they liued luſtely,</l>
               <l>A great foole were he ſikerly,</l>
               <l>That nold his thankes ſuch life lede:</l>
               <l>For this dare I ſaine out of drede,</l>
               <l>That who ſo might ſo well fare,</l>
               <l>For better life durſt him not care,</l>
               <l>For there nis ſo good paradiſe,</l>
               <l>As to haue a loue at his deuiſe:</l>
               <l>Out of that place went I tho,</l>
               <l>And in that garden gan I go,</l>
               <l>Playing along full merely.</l>
               <l>The God of Loue full haſtely</l>
               <l>Vnto him Sweet Looking clept,</l>
               <l>No lenger would he that ſhe kept</l>
               <l>His how of gold, that ſhone ſo bright.</l>
               <l>He had him bent anon right,</l>
               <l>And he full ſoone ſet an end,</l>
               <l>And at a braide he gan it bend,</l>
               <l>And tooke him of his arrowes fiue,</l>
               <l>Full ſharpe and ready for to driue.</l>
               <l>Now God that ſitteth in maieſte</l>
               <l>Fro deadly wounds he keepe me,</l>
               <l>If ſo be that he had me ſhete,</l>
               <l>For if I with his arrow mete,</l>
               <l>It had me greeued ſore ywis,</l>
               <l>But I that nothing wiſt of this,</l>
               <l>Went vp and downe full many a way,</l>
               <l>And he me followed faſt alway,</l>
               <l>But no where would I reſt me,</l>
               <l>Till I had in all the garden be.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe Garden was by meaſuring</l>
               <l>Right euen and ſquare in compaſſing,</l>
               <l>It as long was as it was large,</l>
               <l>Of fruit had euery tree his charge,</l>
               <l>But it were any hidous tree</l>
               <l>Of which there were two or three.</l>
               <l>There were, and that wote I full wele,</l>
               <l>Of Pomgranettes a full great dele,</l>
               <l>That is a fruit full well to like,</l>
               <l>Namely to folke when they ben ſike:</l>
               <l>And trees there were great foiſon,</l>
               <l>That baren nuts in her ſeaſon,</l>
               <l>Such as men nutmegs call,</l>
               <l>That ſwote of ſavour been withall,</l>
               <l>And Almandres great plentee,</l>
               <l>Figges, and many a Date tree</l>
               <l>There weren, if men had nede,</l>
               <l>Through the Gardin in length and brede.</l>
               <l>There was eke wexing many a ſpice,</l>
               <l>As Clowe, Gilofre, and Licorice,</l>
               <l>Gingere, and Grein de Paris,</l>
               <l>Canell, and Setewale of pris,</l>
               <l>And many a ſpice delitable,</l>
               <l>To eaten when men riſe fro table.</l>
               <l>And many homely trees there were,</l>
               <l>That Peaches, Coines, and Apples bere,</l>
               <l>Medlers, Plommes, Peeres, Theſteinis,</l>
               <l>Cheriſe, of which many one faine is,</l>
               <l>Nuts, Aleis, and Bolas,</l>
               <l>That for to ſeene it was ſolas,</l>
               <l>With many high Laurer and Pine,</l>
               <l>Was renged clene all that gardine,</l>
               <l>With Cipres, and with Oliueris,</l>
               <l>Of which that nigh no plenty here is.</l>
               <l>There were Elmes great and ſtrong,</l>
               <l>Maples, Aſhe, Oke, Alpes, Planes long,</l>
               <l>Fine Ewe, Popler, and Lindes faire,</l>
               <l>And other trees full many a paire.</l>
               <l>What ſhould I tell you more of it?</l>
               <l>There were ſo many trees yet,</l>
               <l>That I ſhould all encombred bee,</l>
               <l>Cre I had reckoned euery tree.</l>
               <l>Theſe trees were ſet that I deuiſe,</l>
               <l>One from another in aſſiſe</l>
               <l>Fiue fadome or ſixe, I trow ſo,</l>
               <l>But they were high and great alſo:</l>
               <l>And for to keepe out well the Sunne,</l>
               <l>The croppes were ſo thicke irunne,</l>
               <l>And euery braunch in other knitte,</l>
               <l>And full of greene leaues ſitte,</l>
               <l>That Sunne might there none deſcend,</l>
               <l>Leaſt the tender graſſes ſhend.</l>
               <l>There might men Does and Roes iſee,</l>
               <l>And of Squirrels full great plentee,</l>
               <l>From bough to bough alway leping,</l>
               <l>Connis there were alſo playing,</l>
               <l>
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That comen out of her clapers</l>
               <l>Of ſundry colours and maners,</l>
               <l>And maden many a tourneying</l>
               <l>Vpon the freſh graſie ſpringing.</l>
               <l>In places ſaw I wels there,</l>
               <l>In which there no frogs were,</l>
               <l>And faire in ſhaddow was euery well</l>
               <l>But I ne can the number tell</l>
               <l>Of ſtremis ſmall, that by deuiſe</l>
               <l>Mirth had done come through condiſe,</l>
               <l>Of which the water in renning</l>
               <l>Gan make a noiſe full liking.</l>
               <l>About the brinkes of theſe wels,</l>
               <l>And by the ſtreames ouer all els</l>
               <l>Sprang vp the graſſe, as thicke iſet</l>
               <l>And ſoft as any veluet,</l>
               <l>On which men might his lemman ley,</l>
               <l>As on a featherbed to pley,</l>
               <l>For the earth was full ſoft and ſwete:</l>
               <l>Through moiſture of the well wete</l>
               <l>Sprong vp the ſote greene gras,</l>
               <l>As faire, as thicke, as miſter was.</l>
               <l>But much amended it the place,</l>
               <l>That therth was of ſuch a grace</l>
               <l>That it of floures hath plente,</l>
               <l>That both in ſummer and winter be.</l>
               <l>There ſprang the violet all new,</l>
               <l>And freſh peruinke rich of hew,</l>
               <l>And floures yellow, white, and rede,</l>
               <l>Such plenty grew there neuer in mede:</l>
               <l>Full gay was all the ground and queint,</l>
               <l>And poudred, as men had it peint,</l>
               <l>With many a freſh and ſundry flour,</l>
               <l>That caſten vp full good ſauour.</l>
               <l>I woll not long hold you in fable</l>
               <l>Of all this garden dilectable,</l>
               <l>I mote my tongue ſtinten nede,</l>
               <l>For I ne may withouten drede</l>
               <l>Naught tellen you the beautie all,</l>
               <l>Ne halfe the bountie therewithall.</l>
               <l>I went on right hond and on left</l>
               <l>About the place, it was not left</l>
               <l>Till I had all the garden beene</l>
               <l>In the eſters that men might ſeene.</l>
               <l>And thus while I went in my playe,</l>
               <l>The God of Loue me followed aye,</l>
               <l>Right as an Hunter can abide</l>
               <l>The beaſt, till he ſeeth his tide</l>
               <l>To ſhooten at goodneſſe to the deere,</l>
               <l>When that him needeth go no neere.</l>
               <l>And ſo befell, I reſted mee</l>
               <l>Beſides a well vnder a tree,</l>
               <l>Which tree in Fraunce men call a Pine,</l>
               <l>But ſith the time of king Pepine</l>
               <l>Ne grew there tree in mans ſight</l>
               <l>So faire, ne ſo well woxe in hight,</l>
               <l>In all that yard ſo high was none.</l>
               <l>And ſpringing in a marble ſtone</l>
               <l>Had nature ſet, the ſooth to tell,</l>
               <l>Vnder that Pine tree a well,</l>
               <l>And on the border all without</l>
               <l>Was written in the ſtone about</l>
               <l>Letters ſmall, that ſaiden thus,</l>
               <l>Here ſtarfe the faire Narciſſus.</l>
               <l>Narciſſus was a bachelere,</l>
               <l>That loue had caught in his daungere,</l>
               <l>And in his nette gan him ſo ſtraine,</l>
               <l>And did him ſo to weepe and plaine,</l>
               <l>That need him muſt his life forgo:</l>
               <l>For a faire lady that hight Echo,</l>
               <l>Him loued ouer any creature,</l>
               <l>And gan for him ſuch paine endure,</l>
               <l>That on a time ſhe him tolde,</l>
               <l>That if he her louen nolde,</l>
               <l>That her behoued needs die,</l>
               <l>There lay none other remedie.</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe, for his beaute</l>
               <l>So fierce and daungerous was he</l>
               <l>That he nolde graunten her asking,</l>
               <l>For weeping, ne for faire praying.</l>
               <l>And when ſhe heard him werne her ſo,</l>
               <l>She had in heart ſo great wo,</l>
               <l>And tooke it in ſo great deſpite,</l>
               <l>That ſhe without more reſpite</l>
               <l>Was dead anon: but ere ſhe deide,</l>
               <l>Full pitouſly to God ſhe preide,</l>
               <l>That proud hearted Narciſſus,</l>
               <l>That was in loue ſo daungerous,</l>
               <l>Might on a day ben hampered ſo</l>
               <l>For loue, and ben ſo hote for wo,</l>
               <l>That neuer he might to joy attaine:</l>
               <l>Then ſhould he fele in very vaine</l>
               <l>What ſorrow true louers maken,</l>
               <l>That ben ſo villainouſly forſaken.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THis prayer was but reaſonable,</l>
               <l>Therefore God held it ferme and ſtable:</l>
               <l>For Narciſſus ſhortly to tell,</l>
               <l>By auenture came to that well</l>
               <l>To reſt him in the ſhaddowing</l>
               <l>A day, when he came from hunting.</l>
               <l>This Narciſſus had ſuffred paines</l>
               <l>For renning all day in the plaines,</l>
               <l>And was for thurſt in great diſtreſſe</l>
               <l>Of heart, and of his wearineſſe,</l>
               <l>That had his breath almoſt benomen.</l>
               <l>When he was to that well icomen,</l>
               <l>That ſhaddowed was with braunches grene,</l>
               <l>He thought of thilke water ſhene</l>
               <l>To drinke and freſh him wele withall,</l>
               <l>And downe on knees he gan to fall,</l>
               <l>And forth his necke and head outſtraught</l>
               <l>To drinke of that well a draught:</l>
               <l>And in the water anon was ſene</l>
               <l>His noſe, his mouth, his even ſhene,</l>
               <l>And he thereof was all abaſhed,</l>
               <l>His owne ſhaddow had him betraſhed,</l>
               <l>For well wend he the forme ſee</l>
               <l>Of a child of great beautee,</l>
               <l>Well couth loue him wreke tho</l>
               <l>Of daungere and of pride alſo</l>
               <l>That Narciſſus ſometime him bere,</l>
               <l>He quite him well his guerdon there,</l>
               <l>For he muſed ſo in the well</l>
               <l>That ſhortly the ſooth to tell,</l>
               <l>He loued his owne ſhaddow ſo,</l>
               <l>That at laſt he ſtarfe for wo:</l>
               <l>For when he ſaw that he his will</l>
               <l>Might in no manner way fulfill,</l>
               <l>And that he was ſo faſt caught</l>
               <l>That he him couth comfort naught,</l>
               <l>He loſt his wit right in that place</l>
               <l>And deid within a little ſpace,</l>
               <l>
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And thus his wariſon he tooke</l>
               <l>For the lady that he forſooke.</l>
               <l>Ladies I praye enſample taketh,</l>
               <l>Ye that ayenſt your loue miſtaketh:</l>
               <l>For if of her death be you to wite,</l>
               <l>God can full well your wile quite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When that this letter of which I tell,</l>
               <l>Had taught me that it was the well</l>
               <l>Of Narciſſus in his beaute,</l>
               <l>I gan anon withdraw me,</l>
               <l>When it fell in my remembraunce,</l>
               <l>That him betide ſuch miſchaunce:</l>
               <l>But at the laſt then thought I,</l>
               <l>That ſcathleſſe, full ſikerly,</l>
               <l>I might vnto the well go,</l>
               <l>Whereof ſhull I abaſhen ſo.</l>
               <l>Vnto the well then went I mee,</l>
               <l>And downe I louted for to ſee</l>
               <l>The clere water in the ſtone,</l>
               <l>And eke the grauell, which that ſhone</l>
               <l>Downe in the bottome, as ſiluer fine:</l>
               <l>For of the well, this is the fine,</l>
               <l>In world is none ſo clere of hew,</l>
               <l>The water is euer freſh and new</l>
               <l>That welmeth vp with waues bright</l>
               <l>The mountenaunce of two finger hight:</l>
               <l>About it is graſſe ſpringing,</l>
               <l>For moiſt ſo thicke and well liking,</l>
               <l>That it ne may in winter die,</l>
               <l>No more than may the ſee be drie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>DOwne at the bottome ſet ſaw I</l>
               <l>Two chriſtall ſtones craftely</l>
               <l>In thilke freſh and faire well:</l>
               <l>But o thing ſoothly dare I tell,</l>
               <l>That ye woll hold a great meruaile</l>
               <l>When it is told withouten faile:</l>
               <l>For when the ſunne clere in ſight</l>
               <l>Caſt in that well his beames bright,</l>
               <l>And that the heat deſcended is,</l>
               <l>Then taketh the Chriſtall ſtone iwis,</l>
               <l>Againe the ſunne an hundred hewis,</l>
               <l>Blew, yellow, and red, that freſh &amp; new is:</l>
               <l>Yet hath the meruailous Chriſtall</l>
               <l>Such ſtrength, that the place ouer all,</l>
               <l>Both foule and tree, and leaues greene,</l>
               <l>And all the yerd in it is ſee ne:</l>
               <l>And for to done you to vnderſtond,</l>
               <l>To make enſample woll I fond:</l>
               <l>Right as a mirrour openly</l>
               <l>Sheweth all thing that ſtondeth thereby,</l>
               <l>As well the colour as the figure,</l>
               <l>Withouten any couerture:</l>
               <l>Right ſo the Chriſtall ſtone ſhining,</l>
               <l>Withouten any deceiuing,</l>
               <l>The entrees of the yerd accuſeth</l>
               <l>To him that in the water muſeth:</l>
               <l>For euer in which halfe that ye bee,</l>
               <l>Ye may well halfe the garden ſee:</l>
               <l>And if he turne, he may right wele</l>
               <l>Seene the remnaunt euery dele:</l>
               <l>For there is none ſo little thing</l>
               <l>So hid ne cloſed with ſhitting,</l>
               <l>That it ne is ſeene, as though it were</l>
               <l>Painted is the Chriſtall there.</l>
               <l>This is the mirrour perillus,</l>
               <l>In which the proud Narciſſus</l>
               <l>Sey all his faire face bright,</l>
               <l>That made him ſith to lie vpright:</l>
               <l>For who ſo looke in that mirrour,</l>
               <l>There may nothing ben his ſuccour</l>
               <l>That he ne ſhall there ſee ſomething</l>
               <l>That ſhall him lede into laughing:</l>
               <l>Full many a worthy man hath it</l>
               <l>Yblent, for folke of greateſt wit</l>
               <l>Ben ſoone caught here and waited,</l>
               <l>Withouten reſpite ben they baited:</l>
               <l>Here commeth to folke of new rage,</l>
               <l>Here chaungeth many wight courage</l>
               <l>Here lithe no rede ne with thereto,</l>
               <l>For Venus ſonne, dan Cupido,</l>
               <l>Hath ſowen there of loue the ſede,</l>
               <l>That helpe ne lithe there none, ne rede,</l>
               <l>So cercleth it the well about:</l>
               <l>His ginnes hath he ſet without</l>
               <l>Right for to catch in his panters</l>
               <l>Theſe Damoſels and Bachelers.</l>
               <l>Loue will none other bird catch,</l>
               <l>Though he ſet either nette or latch:</l>
               <l>And for the ſeed that here was ſowen,</l>
               <l>This well is cleped, as well is knowen,</l>
               <l>The well of Loue, of very right,</l>
               <l>Of which there hath full many wight</l>
               <l>Spoken in bookes diuerſly:</l>
               <l>But they ſhull neuer ſo verily</l>
               <l>Deſcription of the well here,</l>
               <l>Ne eke the ſooth of this matere,</l>
               <l>As ye ſhull, when I haue vndo</l>
               <l>The craft that her belongeth to.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>ALway me liked for to dwell,</l>
               <l>To ſeene the Chriſtall in the well,</l>
               <l>That ſhewed me full openly</l>
               <l>A thouſand things faſt by,</l>
               <l>But I may ſay in ſorry houre</l>
               <l>Stode I to looken or to poure:</l>
               <l>For ſithen I ſore ſighed,</l>
               <l>That Mirrour hath me now entriked:</l>
               <l>But had I firſt knowen in my wit</l>
               <l>The vertue and ſtrengthes of it,</l>
               <l>I nolde not haue muſed there,</l>
               <l>Me had bette ben elswhere,</l>
               <l>For in the ſnare I fell anone,</l>
               <l>That had bitreſhed many one.</l>
               <l>In thilke Mirrour ſaw I tho,</l>
               <l>Among a thouſand things mo,</l>
               <l>A roſer charged full of roſis,</l>
               <l>That with an hedge about encloſis,</l>
               <l>Tho had I ſuch luſt and enuie,</l>
               <l>That for Paris ne for Pauie,</l>
               <l>Nolde I haue left to gone and ſee,</l>
               <l>There greateſt heape of Roſes bee.</l>
               <l>When I was with that rage hent,</l>
               <l>That caught hath many a man and ſhent,</l>
               <l>Toward the Roſer gan I go,</l>
               <l>And when I was not ferre therefro,</l>
               <l>The ſauer of the roſes ſwote</l>
               <l>Me mote right to the heart rote,</l>
               <l>As I had all enbaumed me:</l>
               <l>And if I ne had endouted me</l>
               <l>To haue ben hated or aſſailed,</l>
               <l>My thankes woll I not have failed</l>
               <l>
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To pull a roſe of all that rout</l>
               <l>To beare in mine hond about,</l>
               <l>And ſmellen to it where I went,</l>
               <l>But ever I drede me to repent,</l>
               <l>And leaſt it greved or forthought</l>
               <l>The lord that thilke gardin wrought</l>
               <l>Of roſes there were great wone,</l>
               <l>So faire were never in Rone:</l>
               <l>Of knops cloſe, ſome ſaw I there,</l>
               <l>And ſome well better woxen were,</l>
               <l>And ſome there been of other moiſon,</l>
               <l>That drowe nigh to her ſeaſon,</l>
               <l>And ſped hem faſt for to ſpred,</l>
               <l>I love well ſuch roſes red:</l>
               <l>For brode roſes, and open alſo,</l>
               <l>Ben paſſed in a day or two,</l>
               <l>But knoppes will freſh bee</l>
               <l>Two dayes at leaſt, or els three.</l>
               <l>The knoppes greatly liked mee,</l>
               <l>For fairer may there no man ſee:</l>
               <l>Who ſo might have one of all,</l>
               <l>It ought him been full lefe withall:</l>
               <l>Might I garlond of hem getten,</l>
               <l>For no richeſſe I would it letten.</l>
               <l>Amongs the knoppes I cheſe one</l>
               <l>So faire, that of the remnaunt none</l>
               <l>Ne preiſe I halfe ſo well as it,</l>
               <l>When I aviſe in my wit,</l>
               <l>For it ſo well was enlumined</l>
               <l>With colour red, as well fined</l>
               <l>As nature couth it make faire,</l>
               <l>And it hath leaves well foure paire,</l>
               <l>That kind hath ſet through his knowing</l>
               <l>About the red roſes ſpringing,</l>
               <l>The ſtalke was as riſhe right,</l>
               <l>And thereon ſtood the knoppe upright,</l>
               <l>That it ne bowed upon no ſide,</l>
               <l>The ſwore ſmell ſprung ſo wide,</l>
               <l>That it died all the place about.</l>
               <l>When I had ſmelled the ſavour ſwote,</l>
               <l>No will had I fro thence yet go,</l>
               <l>But ſomedele nere it went I tho</l>
               <l>To take it, but mine hond for drede</l>
               <l>Ne durſt I to the Roſe bede,</l>
               <l>For thiſtles ſharpe of many manners,</l>
               <l>Nettles, thornes, and hooked briers,</l>
               <l>For much they diſtourbled me,</l>
               <l>For ſore I drad to harmed be.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe God of Love, with bow bent,</l>
               <l>That all day ſet had his talent</l>
               <l>To purſue and to ſpien mee,</l>
               <l>Was ſtonding by a figge tree,</l>
               <l>And when he ſaw how that I</l>
               <l>Had choſen ſo ententiſely</l>
               <l>The bothum more unto me pey,</l>
               <l>Than any other that I ſey:</l>
               <l>He tooke an arrow full ſharpely whet,</l>
               <l>And in his bowe when it was ſet,</l>
               <l>He ſtreight up to his eare drough</l>
               <l>The ſtrong bowe, that was ſo tough,</l>
               <l>And ſhot at me ſo wonder ſmert,</l>
               <l>That through mine eye unto mine hert</l>
               <l>The takell ſinote, and deepe it went:</l>
               <l>And therewithall ſuch cold me hent,</l>
               <l>That under clothes warme and ſoft,</l>
               <l>Sithen that day I have chivered oft.</l>
               <l>When I was hurt thus in ſtound,</l>
               <l>I fell down plat unto the ground,</l>
               <l>Mine heart failed and fainted aye,</l>
               <l>And long time in ſwoune I lay:</l>
               <l>But when I came out of ſwouning,</l>
               <l>And had my wit, and my feeling.</l>
               <l>I was all mate, and wend full wele</l>
               <l>Of blood, have lorne a full great dele,</l>
               <l>But certes the arrow that in me ſtood,</l>
               <l>Of me ne drew no drop of blood,</l>
               <l>For why, I found my wounds all drey.</l>
               <l>Then tooke I with mine honds twey</l>
               <l>The arrow, and full faſt it out plight,</l>
               <l>And in the pulling ſore I ſight,</l>
               <l>So at the laſt the ſhaft of tree</l>
               <l>I drough out, with the feathers three,</l>
               <l>But yet the hooked head ywis,</l>
               <l>The which Beauty called is,</l>
               <l>Gan ſo deepe in mine heart pace,</l>
               <l>That I it might not arace,</l>
               <l>But in mine heart ſtill it ſtood,</l>
               <l>All bled I not a drop of blood:</l>
               <l>I was both anguiſhous and trouble,</l>
               <l>For the perill that I ſaw double,</l>
               <l>I niſt what to ſay or do,</l>
               <l>Ne get a leach my wounds to,</l>
               <l>For neither through graſſe ne rote,</l>
               <l>Ne had I helpe of hope ne bote.</l>
               <l>But to the bothum evermo</l>
               <l>Mine hert drew, for all my wo,</l>
               <l>My thought was in none other thing,</l>
               <l>For had it been in my keeping,</l>
               <l>It would have brought my life againe,</l>
               <l>For certes evenly, I dare well ſame,</l>
               <l>The ſight only, and the ſavour,</l>
               <l>Alegged much of my langour.</l>
               <l>Then gan I for to draw mee</l>
               <l>Toward the bothum faire to ſee,</l>
               <l>And love had gette him in his throwe</l>
               <l>Another arrowe into his bowe,</l>
               <l>And for to ſhoot gan him dreſſe,</l>
               <l>The arrowes name was Simpleſſe,</l>
               <l>And when that Love gan nigh me nere,</l>
               <l>He drowe it up withouten were,</l>
               <l>And ſhot at me with all his might,</l>
               <l>So that this arrow anon right</l>
               <l>Throughout eigh as it was found,</l>
               <l>Into mine heart hath made a wound.</l>
               <l>Then I anon did all my craft</l>
               <l>For to drawen out the ſhaft,</l>
               <l>And therewithall I ſighed eft,</l>
               <l>But in mine heart the head was left,</l>
               <l>Which aye increaſed my deſire,</l>
               <l>Vnto the bothum drow I nere,</l>
               <l>And evermo that me was wo</l>
               <l>The more deſire had I to go</l>
               <l>Vnto the Roſer, where that grew</l>
               <l>The freſh bothum, ſo bright of hew,</l>
               <l>Better me were to have letten be,</l>
               <l>But it behoved need me</l>
               <l>To doen right as mine heart bad:</l>
               <l>* For ever the body muſt be lad</l>
               <l>After the heart, in wele and wo,</l>
               <l>Of force together they muſt go.</l>
               <l>But never this archer would fine</l>
               <l>To ſhoot at me with all his pine,</l>
               <l>
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And for to make me to him mete.</l>
               <l>The third arrow he gan to ſhete,</l>
               <l>When beſt his time he might eſpie,</l>
               <l>The which was named Courteſie,</l>
               <l>Into mine heart he did avale,</l>
               <l>A ſwoune I fell, both dead and pale,</l>
               <l>Long time I lay, and ſtirred nought,</l>
               <l>Till I abraied out of my thought.</l>
               <l>And faſt then I aviſed mee</l>
               <l>To draw out the ſhaft of tree,</l>
               <l>But ever the head was leſt behind</l>
               <l>For ought I couth pull or wind,</l>
               <l>So ſore it ſticked when I was hit,</l>
               <l>That by no craft I might it flit,</l>
               <l>But anguiſhous and full of thought,</l>
               <l>I felt ſuch wo, my wound aye wrought,</l>
               <l>That ſummoned me alway to go</l>
               <l>Toward the Roſe, that pleaſed me ſo,</l>
               <l>But I ne durſt in no manere</l>
               <l>Becauſe the archer was ſo nere.</l>
               <l>For evermore gladly as I rede</l>
               <l>* Brent child of fire hath much drede.</l>
               <l>And certes yet for all my pein,</l>
               <l>Though that I ſigh, yet arrowes rein,</l>
               <l>And ground quarels, ſharpe of ſtele,</l>
               <l>Ne for no paine that I might fele,</l>
               <l>Yet might I not my ſelfe withhold</l>
               <l>The faire Roſer to behold,</l>
               <l>For Love me yave ſuch hardement</l>
               <l>For to fulfill his commaundement,</l>
               <l>Vpon my feet I roſe up than</l>
               <l>Feeble, as a forwounded man:</l>
               <l>And forth to gone might I ſet,</l>
               <l>And for the Archer nold I let,</l>
               <l>Toward the Roſer faſt I drow</l>
               <l>But thornes ſharpe, mo than ynow</l>
               <l>There were, and alſo thiſtles thicke,</l>
               <l>And breres brimme for to pricke,</l>
               <l>That I ne might get grace</l>
               <l>The rough thornes for to pace</l>
               <l>To ſeene the Roſes freſh of hew,</l>
               <l>I muſt abide, though it me rew,</l>
               <l>The hedge about ſo thicke was,</l>
               <l>That cloſed the Roſes in compas.</l>
               <l>But o thing liked me right wele,</l>
               <l>I was ſo nigh, I might fele</l>
               <l>Of the bothum the ſwote odour,</l>
               <l>And alſo ſee the freſh colour,</l>
               <l>And that right greatly liked mee,</l>
               <l>That I ſo nere might it ſee,</l>
               <l>Such joy anon thereof had I,</l>
               <l>That I forgat my malady,</l>
               <l>To ſeene I had ſuch delite,</l>
               <l>Of ſorrow and anger I was all quite,</l>
               <l>And of my wounds that I had thore,</l>
               <l>For nothing liken me might more,</l>
               <l>Than dwellen by the Roſer aye,</l>
               <l>And thence never to paſſe awaye:</l>
               <l>But when a while I had be thare,</l>
               <l>The God of Love, which all to ſhare</l>
               <l>Mine heart with his arrowes kene,</l>
               <l>Caſteth him to yeve me wounds grene,</l>
               <l>He ſhot at me full haſtely</l>
               <l>An arrow named Company,</l>
               <l>The which takell is full able</l>
               <l>To make theſe Ladies merciable,</l>
               <l>Then I anone gan chaungen hew</l>
               <l>For greevaunce of my wound new,</l>
               <l>That I againe fell in ſwouning,</l>
               <l>And ſighed ſore in complaining.</l>
               <l>Sore I complained that my ſore</l>
               <l>On me gan greven more and more,</l>
               <l>I had none hope of Allegiaunce,</l>
               <l>So nigh I drow to diſperaunce,</l>
               <l>I rought of death, ne of life,</l>
               <l>Whether that love would me drife,</l>
               <l>If me a martir would he make,</l>
               <l>I might his power not forſake:</l>
               <l>And while for anger thus I woke,</l>
               <l>The God of Love an arrow toke,</l>
               <l>Full ſharpe it was and pugnaunt,</l>
               <l>And it was called Faire ſemblaunt,</l>
               <l>The which in no wiſe would conſent,</l>
               <l>That any lover him repent</l>
               <l>To ſerve his love with heart and all,</l>
               <l>For any perill that may befall.</l>
               <l>But thought his arrow was kene ground,</l>
               <l>As any raſour that is found,</l>
               <l>To cut and kerve at the point,</l>
               <l>The God of Love it had annoint</l>
               <l>With a precious oyntment,</l>
               <l>Somedele to yeve allegement</l>
               <l>Vpon the wounds that he hade</l>
               <l>Through the body in my heart made</l>
               <l>To helpe her ſores, and to cure,</l>
               <l>And that they may the bette endure:</l>
               <l>But yet this arrow, without more,</l>
               <l>Made in mine heart a large ſore,</l>
               <l>That in full greate paine I abode,</l>
               <l>But aye the ointment went abrode</l>
               <l>Throughout my wounds large and wide,</l>
               <l>It ſprede about in every ſide:</l>
               <l>Through whoſe vertue and whoſe might,</l>
               <l>Mine heart joyfull was and light.</l>
               <l>I had ben dead and all to ſhent</l>
               <l>But for the precious ointment:</l>
               <l>The ſhaft I drow out of the arrow,</l>
               <l>Looking for wo right wonder narrow</l>
               <l>But the head, which made me ſmart,</l>
               <l>Left behind in mine heart</l>
               <l>With other fower, I dare well ſay,</l>
               <l>That never woll be take away,</l>
               <l>But the ointment halpe me wele,</l>
               <l>And yet ſuch ſorrow did I fele,</l>
               <l>That all day I chaunged hew</l>
               <l>Of my wounds freſh and new,</l>
               <l>As men might ſee in my viſage,</l>
               <l>The arrowes were ſo full of rage,</l>
               <l>So variaunt of diverſitee,</l>
               <l>That men in everiche might ſee</l>
               <l>Both great annoy and eke ſweetneſſe,</l>
               <l>And joy meint with bitterneſſe:</l>
               <l>Now were they eaſie, now were they wood,</l>
               <l>In hem I felt both harme and good,</l>
               <l>Now ſore without alleggement,</l>
               <l>Now ſofting with ointment,</l>
               <l>It ſoftened here, and pricked there,</l>
               <l>Thus eaſe and anger together were.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe God of Love deliverly</l>
               <l>Come lepande to me haſtely,</l>
               <l>And ſaied to me in great yape,</l>
               <l>Yeeld thee, for thou may not eſcape,</l>
               <l>
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May no defence availe thee here:</l>
               <l>Therefore I rede make no daungere.</l>
               <l>If thou wolt yeeld thee haſtely,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt rather have mercy:</l>
               <l>* He is a foole in ſikerneſſe,</l>
               <l>That with daunger or ſtoutneſſe</l>
               <l>Rebelleth there that he ſhould pleaſe,</l>
               <l>In ſuch folly is little eaſe.</l>
               <l>Be meeke, where thou muſt needs bowe,</l>
               <l>To ſtrive ayen is not thy prowe:</l>
               <l>Come at ones, and have ido,</l>
               <l>For I woll that it be ſo,</l>
               <l>Then yeeld thee here debonairly.</l>
               <l>And I answered full humbly,</l>
               <l>Gladly ſit, at your bidding,</l>
               <l>I woll me yeeld in all thing:</l>
               <l>To your ſervice I woll me take,</l>
               <l>For God defend that I ſhould make</l>
               <l>Ayen your bidding reſiſtence.</l>
               <l>I woll not doen ſo great offence,</l>
               <l>For if I did, it were no skill,</l>
               <l>Ye may doe with me what ye will,</l>
               <l>Save or ſpill, and alſo ſlo,</l>
               <l>Fro you in no wiſe may I go,</l>
               <l>My life, my death, is in your hond,</l>
               <l>I may not laſt out of your bond,</l>
               <l>Plaine at your liſt I yeeld me,</l>
               <l>Hoping in heart, that ſometime ye</l>
               <l>Comfort and eaſe ſhull me ſend:</l>
               <l>Or els ſhortly, this is the end,</l>
               <l>Withouten health I mote aye dure,</l>
               <l>But if ye take me to your cure:</l>
               <l>Comfort or health, how ſhould I have,</l>
               <l>Sithe ye me hurt, but ye me ſave?</l>
               <l>The health of Love mote be found,</l>
               <l>Whereas they tooken firſt her wound:</l>
               <l>And if ye liſt of me to make</l>
               <l>Your priſoner, I woll it take</l>
               <l>Of heart and will fully at gree,</l>
               <l>Holy and plaine I yeeld mee</l>
               <l>Without feining or feintiſe,</l>
               <l>To be governed by your empriſe:</l>
               <l>Of you I heare ſo much priſe,</l>
               <l>I woll been whole at your deviſe</l>
               <l>For to fulfill your liking</l>
               <l>And repent for nothing,</l>
               <l>Hoping to have yet in ſome tide</l>
               <l>Mercy, of that I abide:</l>
               <l>And with that covenaunt yeeld I mee,</l>
               <l>Anon downe kneeling upon my knee,</l>
               <l>Profering for to kiſſe his fete,</l>
               <l>But for nothing he would me lete.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And ſaid, I love thee both and preiſe,</l>
               <l>Sens that thine anſwere doth me eſe:</l>
               <l>For thou anſwered ſo curteſly,</l>
               <l>For now I wote well utterly,</l>
               <l>That thou art gentle by thy ſpeech:</l>
               <l>For thou a man ferre would ſeech,</l>
               <l>He ſhould not finden in certaine,</l>
               <l>No ſuch anſwere of no villaine:</l>
               <l>For ſuch a word ne might nought</l>
               <l>Iſſue out of a villaines thought.</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt not leſen of thy ſpeche,</l>
               <l>For thy helping woll I eche,</l>
               <l>And eke encreaſen that I may:</l>
               <l>But firſt I woll that thou obay</l>
               <l>Fully for thine avauntage</l>
               <l>Anone to doe me here homage:</l>
               <l>And ſithe kiſſe thou ſhalt my mouth,</l>
               <l>Which to no villaine was never couth</l>
               <l>For to approch it, ne for to touch,</l>
               <l>For ſaufe of cherles I ne vouch</l>
               <l>That they ſhall never neigh it nere</l>
               <l>For curteis, and of faire manere,</l>
               <l>Well taught, and full of gentleneſſe</l>
               <l>He muſt be, that ſhall me kiſſe,</l>
               <l>And alſo of full high Fraunchiſe,</l>
               <l>That ſhall attaine to that empriſe.</l>
               <l>And firſt of o thing warne I thee,</l>
               <l>That paine and great adverſitee</l>
               <l>He mote endure, and eke travaile</l>
               <l>That ſhall me ſerve, without faile,</l>
               <l>But there againſt thee to comfort,</l>
               <l>And with thy ſervice to diſport,</l>
               <l>Thou maieſt full glad and joyfull bee,</l>
               <l>So good a maiſter to have as mee,</l>
               <l>And Lord of ſo high renoune,</l>
               <l>I beare of love the Gonfenoune,</l>
               <l>Of Curteſie the banere,</l>
               <l>For I am of the ſelfe manere,</l>
               <l>Gentle, courteous, meeke and free,</l>
               <l>That who ever ententive bee,</l>
               <l>Me to honour, dout, and ſerve:</l>
               <l>And alſo that he him obſerve</l>
               <l>Fro treſpaſſe and fro villanie,</l>
               <l>And him governe in courteſie,</l>
               <l>With will and entention,</l>
               <l>For when he firſt in my priſon</l>
               <l>Is caught, then muſt he utterly,</l>
               <l>Fro thenceforth full buſily,</l>
               <l>Caſt him gentle for to be,</l>
               <l>If he deſire helpe of me.</l>
               <l>Anon without more delay,</l>
               <l>Withouten daunger or affray,</l>
               <l>I become his man anone,</l>
               <l>And gave him thankes many a one,</l>
               <l>And kneled doune with honds joint,</l>
               <l>And made it in my port full queint:</l>
               <l>The joy went to my heart rote,</l>
               <l>When I had kiſſed his mouth ſo ſwote,</l>
               <l>I had ſuch mixth and ſuch liking,</l>
               <l>It cured me of languiſhing.</l>
               <l>He asked of me then hoſtages,</l>
               <l>I have he ſayd taken fele homages</l>
               <l>Of one and other, where I have bene,</l>
               <l>Diſtreined oft, withouten wene,</l>
               <l>Theſe felons full of falſite,</l>
               <l>Have many ſithes beguiled me,</l>
               <l>And through her falſhed her luſt atchieved,</l>
               <l>Whereof I repent, and am agreeved,</l>
               <l>And I hem get in my daungere,</l>
               <l>Her falſhed ſhall they bie full dere,</l>
               <l>But for I love thee, I ſay thee plaine,</l>
               <l>I woll of thee be more certaine,</l>
               <l>For thee ſore I woll now binde,</l>
               <l>That thou away ne ſhalt not winde,</l>
               <l>For to denien thy covenaunt,</l>
               <l>Or done that is not avenaunt,</l>
               <l>That thou were falſe, it were great ruth,</l>
               <l>Sith thou ſeemeſt ſo full of truth.</l>
               <l>Sir, if thee liſt to underſtand,</l>
               <l>I marvaile thee asking this demaund,</l>
               <l>
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For why or wherefore ſhould ye,</l>
               <l>Hoſtages or borowes aske of me,</l>
               <l>Or any other ſikerneſſe,</l>
               <l>Sith ye wote in ſothfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>That ye me have ſurpriſed ſo,</l>
               <l>And hole mine heart, taken me fro,</l>
               <l>That it woll doe for me nothing,</l>
               <l>But if it be at your bidding,</l>
               <l>Mine heart is yours, &amp; mine right nought</l>
               <l>As it behoveth, in deede and thought,</l>
               <l>Ready in all to worke your will,</l>
               <l>Whether ſo tourne to good or ill,</l>
               <l>So ſore it luſteth you to pleaſe,</l>
               <l>No man thereof may you diſeaſe,</l>
               <l>Ye have thereon ſet ſuch juſtice,</l>
               <l>That it is werried in many wiſe,</l>
               <l>And if ye doubt it nolde obaie,</l>
               <l>Ye may thereof doe make a kaie,</l>
               <l>And hold it with you for hoſtage.</l>
               <l>Now certes this is none outrage,</l>
               <l>(Quoth Love) and fully accord,</l>
               <l>For of the bodie he is full Lord</l>
               <l>That hath the heart in his treaſore,</l>
               <l>Outrage it were to asken more.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THen of his aumener he drough,</l>
               <l>A little keie fetiſe inough,</l>
               <l>Which was of gold poliſhed clere</l>
               <l>And ſayed to me, with this keye here,</l>
               <l>Thine heart to me now woll I ſhet,</l>
               <l>For all my joyfull looke and knet,</l>
               <l>I binde under this little kay,</l>
               <l>That no wight may carie away.</l>
               <l>This keye is full of great poſte,</l>
               <l>With which anone he touched me,</l>
               <l>Vnder the ſide full ſoftely,</l>
               <l>That he mine heart ſodainely,</l>
               <l>Without any had ſpeered,</l>
               <l>That yet right nought it hath me deered.</l>
               <l>When he had doen his will all out,</l>
               <l>And I had put him out of doubt,</l>
               <l>Sir I ſayd, I have right great will,</l>
               <l>Your luſt and pleaſure to fulfill,</l>
               <l>Looke ye my ſervice take at gree,</l>
               <l>By thilke fayth ye owe to me,</l>
               <l>I ſay nought for recreaundiſe,</l>
               <l>For I nought doubt of your ſervice.</l>
               <l>* But the ſervaunt travaileth in vaine,</l>
               <l>That for to ſerven doeth his paine</l>
               <l>Vnto that Lord, which in no wiſe,</l>
               <l>Conne him no thanke for his ſervice.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>LOve ſayd, diſmay thee nought,</l>
               <l>Sith thou for ſuccour haſt me ſought,</l>
               <l>In thanke thy ſervice woll I take,</l>
               <l>And high of degree I woll thee make,</l>
               <l>If wickedneſſe ne hinder thee,</l>
               <l>But (as I hope) it ſhall nouht bee,</l>
               <l>* To worſhip no wight by aventure,</l>
               <l>May come, but he paine endure.</l>
               <l>Abide and ſuffer thy diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>That hurteth now, it ſhall be leſſe.</l>
               <l>I wote my ſelfe what may thee ſave,</l>
               <l>What medicine thou wouldeſt have.</l>
               <l>And if thy truth to me thou keepe,</l>
               <l>I ſhall unto thine helping eke,</l>
               <l>To cure thy woundes and make hem clene,</l>
               <l>Where ſo they be old or grene,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt be holpen at wordes few,</l>
               <l>For certainly thou ſhalt well ſhew,</l>
               <l>Where that thou ſerveſt with good will,</l>
               <l>For to accompliſhen and fulfill</l>
               <l>My commaundements day and night,</l>
               <l>Which I to lovers yeve of right.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>AH ſir, for Gods love (ſayd I)</l>
               <l>Er ye paſſe hence enterntifely,</l>
               <l>Your commaundements to me ye ſay,</l>
               <l>And I ſhall keepe hem if I may,</l>
               <l>For hem to keepen is all my thought:</l>
               <l>And if ſo be I wote hem nought,</l>
               <l>Then may I unwittingly,</l>
               <l>Wherefore I pray you entierly,</l>
               <l>With all mine heart, me to lere,</l>
               <l>That I treſpace in no manere.</l>
               <l>The God of Love then charged me</l>
               <l>Anon, as ye ſhall here and ſee,</l>
               <l>Word by word, by right empriſe,</l>
               <l>So as the Romaunt ſhall deviſe.</l>
               <l>The maiſter leſeth his time to lere,</l>
               <l>When the Diſciple woll not here,</l>
               <l>* It is but vaine on him to ſwinke,</l>
               <l>That on his learning woll not thinke,</l>
               <l>Who ſo luſt love, let him entend,</l>
               <l>For now the Romance beginneth to amend.</l>
               <l>Now is good to heare in fay,</l>
               <l>If any be that can it ſay,</l>
               <l>And point it as the reaſon is</l>
               <l>Set for other gate iwis,</l>
               <l>It ſhall nat well in all thing,</l>
               <l>Be brought to good underſtanding,</l>
               <l>* For a Reader that pointeth ill,</l>
               <l>A good ſentence may oft ſpill:</l>
               <l>The booke is good at the ending,</l>
               <l>Made of newe and luſtie thing:</l>
               <l>For who ſo woll the ending here,</l>
               <l>The craft of love he ſhall now lere,</l>
               <l>If that he woll ſo long abide,</l>
               <l>Till I this Romance maie unhide,</l>
               <l>And undoe the ſignifiaunce</l>
               <l>Of this dreame, into Romaunce,</l>
               <l>The ſoothfaſtneſſe that now is hid,</l>
               <l>Without coverture ſhall be kid,</l>
               <l>When I undoen haue this dreaming,</l>
               <l>Wherein no word is of leaſing.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>VIllanie at the beginning,</l>
               <l>I woll ſay love over all thing</l>
               <l>Thou leave, if thou wolt be</l>
               <l>Falſe, and treſpace ayenſt me,</l>
               <l>I curſe and blame generally</l>
               <l>All them that loven villany,</l>
               <l>* For villanie maketh villeine</l>
               <l>* And by his deeds a chorle is ſeine.</l>
               <l>Theſe villaines ar ne without pitie,</l>
               <l>Friendſhip, love, and all bountie.</l>
               <l>I nill receive unto my ſerviſe</l>
               <l>Hem that been villaines of empriſe.</l>
               <l>But underſtond in thine entent,</l>
               <l>That this is not mine entendement,</l>
               <l>To clepe no wight in no ages</l>
               <l>Onely gentle for his linages:</l>
               <l>
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* But who ſo is vertuous,</l>
               <l>And in his port not outrageous,</l>
               <l>When ſuch one thou ſeeſt thee beforne,</l>
               <l>Though he be not gentle borne,</l>
               <l>Thou maieſt well ſeine this in ſooth,</l>
               <l>That he is gentle, becauſe he doth</l>
               <l>As longeth to a gentleman:</l>
               <l>Of hem none other deme I can,</l>
               <l>* For certainly withouten dreede,</l>
               <l>A churle is demed by his deede,</l>
               <l>Of hye or lowe, as ye may ſee,</l>
               <l>Or of what kinred that he bee.</l>
               <l>Ne ſay nought for none euill will,</l>
               <l>Thing that is to holden ſtill,</l>
               <l>It is no worſhip to miſſaie,</l>
               <l>Thou mayeſt enſample take of Kaie,</l>
               <l>That was ſometime for miſſayeng,</l>
               <l>Hated both of old and yeng,</l>
               <l>As ferre as Gawein the worthie,</l>
               <l>Was prayſed for his courteſie,</l>
               <l>Kaie was hated, for he was fell,</l>
               <l>Of word diſpitous and cruell,</l>
               <l>Wherefore be wiſe and acqueintable,</l>
               <l>Goodly of word, and reaſonable:</l>
               <l>Both to leſſe and eke to mare,</l>
               <l>And when thou commeſt there men are,</l>
               <l>Looke that thou haue in cuſtome ay,</l>
               <l>Firſt to ſalue hem if thou may:</l>
               <l>And if it fall, that of hem ſomme</l>
               <l>Salue the firſt, be not domme,</l>
               <l>But quite him courteſly anone</l>
               <l>Without abiding, ere they gone.</l>
               <l>* For nothing eke thy tongue applie,</l>
               <l>To ſpeake words of ribauldrie,</l>
               <l>To villaine ſpeech in no degree,</l>
               <l>Let neuer thy lippe unbounden bee:</l>
               <l>* For I nought hold him in good faith</l>
               <l>Curteis, that foule words ſaith:</l>
               <l>And all women ſerue and preiſe,</l>
               <l>And to thy power her honour reiſe:</l>
               <l>And if that any miſſayere,</l>
               <l>Deſpiſe women, that thou maiſt here,</l>
               <l>Blame him, and bid him hold him ſtill,</l>
               <l>And ſet thy might and all thy will</l>
               <l>Women and ladies for to pleaſe,</l>
               <l>And to doe thing that may hem eaſe,</l>
               <l>That they euer ſpeake good of thee,</l>
               <l>For ſo thou maieſt beſt praiſed bee.</l>
               <l>Looke fro pride thou keepe thee wele,</l>
               <l>For thou maieſt both perceiue and feele,</l>
               <l>* That pride is both folly and ſin,</l>
               <l>And he that pride hath him within,</l>
               <l>Ne may his heart in no wiſe,</l>
               <l>Meken ne ſouplen to ſeruice:</l>
               <l>For pride is found in euerie part,</l>
               <l>Contrarie vnto Loues art:</l>
               <l>And he that loueth truely,</l>
               <l>Should him conteine iollily,</l>
               <l>Without pride in ſundrie wiſe,</l>
               <l>And him diſguiſen in queintiſe,</l>
               <l>For queint array, without drede,</l>
               <l>Is nothing proude, who taketh hede,</l>
               <l>* For freſh array, as men may ſee,</l>
               <l>Without pride may oft bee.</l>
               <l>* Maintaine thy ſelfe after thy rent,</l>
               <l>Of robe and eke of garment,</l>
               <l>For many ſith faire clothing,</l>
               <l>A man amendeth in much thing.</l>
               <l>And looke alway that they be ſhape,</l>
               <l>(What garment that thou ſhalt make)</l>
               <l>Of him that can beſt do,</l>
               <l>With all that partaineth thereto,</l>
               <l>Pointes and ſleeues be well ſittand,</l>
               <l>Right and ſtreight on the hand,</l>
               <l>Of ſhone and bootes, new and faire,</l>
               <l>Looke at the leaſt you haue a paire,</l>
               <l>And that they ſit ſo fetouſly,</l>
               <l>That theſe rude may vtterly</l>
               <l>Maruaile, ſith that they ſit ſo plaine,</l>
               <l>How they come on or off againe.</l>
               <l>Weare ſtreight gloues with aumere</l>
               <l>Of ſilke: and alway with good chere</l>
               <l>Thou yeue, if thou haue richeſſe,</l>
               <l>And if thou haue nought, ſpend the leſſe.</l>
               <l>* Alway be merry, if thou may,</l>
               <l>But waſt not thy good alway,</l>
               <l>Haue hatte of floures freſh as May,</l>
               <l>Chapelet of Roſes of Witſunday:</l>
               <l>For ſuch arrie ne coſtneth but lite,</l>
               <l>Thine hondes waſh, thy teeth make white,</l>
               <l>And let no filth upon thee bee,</l>
               <l>Thy nayles blacke, if thou maieſt ſee,</l>
               <l>Voide it awaie deliuerly,</l>
               <l>And kembe thine head right iollily:</l>
               <l>Farce not thy viſage in no wiſe,</l>
               <l>For that of loue is nat thempriſe,</l>
               <l>* For loue doth haten, as I finde,</l>
               <l>A beautie that commeth not of kinde,</l>
               <l>Alway in heart I read thee,</l>
               <l>Glad and merry for to be,</l>
               <l>* And be as ioyfull as thou can,</l>
               <l>Loue hath no ioy of ſorrowfull man,</l>
               <l>That euill is full of curteſie,</l>
               <l>That knoweth in his maladie,</l>
               <l>* For euer of loue the ſickneſſe</l>
               <l>Is meint with ſweete and bitterneſſe,</l>
               <l>The ſore of loue is maruailous,</l>
               <l>For now the louer is ioyous,</l>
               <l>Now can he plaine, now can he grone,</l>
               <l>Now can he ſingen, now maken mone,</l>
               <l>To day he plaineth for heauineſſe,</l>
               <l>To morow he plaineth for iolyneſſe,</l>
               <l>The life of loue is full contrarie,</l>
               <l>Which ſtoundemeale can oft varie,</l>
               <l>But if thou canſt mirthes make,</l>
               <l>That men in gre woll gladly take,</l>
               <l>Doe it goodly I command thee,</l>
               <l>* For men ſhould whereſoeuer they be,</l>
               <l>Doe thing that hem fitting is,</l>
               <l>For thereof commeth good loos and pris.</l>
               <l>Whereof that thou be vertuous,</l>
               <l>Ne be nat ſtraunge ne daungerous:</l>
               <l>For if that thou good rider be,</l>
               <l>Pricke gladly that men may ſee,</l>
               <l>An armes alſo if thou conne,</l>
               <l>Purſue till thou a name haſt wonne:</l>
               <l>And if thy voice be faire and clere,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt maken no great daungere.</l>
               <l>When to ſing they goodly pray,</l>
               <l>It is thy worſhip for to obay:</l>
               <l>Alſo to you it longeth aye,</l>
               <l>To Harpe and Gitterne, daunce and playe,</l>
               <l>
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For if he can well foot and daunce,</l>
               <l>It may him greatly doe auaunce,</l>
               <l>Emong eke for thy Lady ſake,</l>
               <l>Songes and complaintes that thou make,</l>
               <l>For that woll meuen in her hart,</l>
               <l>When they readen of thy ſmart.</l>
               <l>Looke that no man for ſcarce thee hold,</l>
               <l>For that may greeue thee manifold:</l>
               <l>* Reaſon woll that a louer be,</l>
               <l>In his yeftes more large and free</l>
               <l>Than churles that been not of louing,</l>
               <l>For who thereof can any thing,</l>
               <l>He ſhall be lefe aie for to yeue,</l>
               <l>In londes lore who ſo woll leue,</l>
               <l>For he that through a ſodain ſight,</l>
               <l>Or for a kiſſing anon right,</l>
               <l>Yaue hole his heart, in will and thought,</l>
               <l>And to himſelfe keepeth right nought,</l>
               <l>After this ſwift, it is good reaſon,</l>
               <l>He yeue his good in abandon.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>NOw woll I ſhortly here reherſe,</l>
               <l>Of that I haue ſayd in verſe,</l>
               <l>All the ſentence by and by,</l>
               <l>In wordes fewe compendiouſly,</l>
               <l>That thou the better mayeſt on hem thinke,</l>
               <l>Whether ſo it be thou wake or winke,</l>
               <l>* For the wordes little greeue,</l>
               <l>A man to keepe, when it is breeue.</l>
               <l>* Who ſo with Loue woll gone or ride</l>
               <l>He mote be courteous, and voide of pride,</l>
               <l>Merry and full of jollite,</l>
               <l>And of Largeſſe a loſed be.</l>
               <l>Firſt I joyne thee here in penaunce,</l>
               <l>That euer without repentaunce,</l>
               <l>Thou ſet thy thought in thy louing</l>
               <l>To laſt without repenting,</l>
               <l>And thinke vpon thy mirthes ſweet</l>
               <l>That ſhall follow after when ye meet.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And for thou true to Love ſhalt be,</l>
               <l>I will and commaund thee,</l>
               <l>That in one place thou ſet all hole</l>
               <l>Thine heart, without halfen dole,</l>
               <l>For trecherie and ſikerneſſe,</l>
               <l>For I loued neuer doubleneſſe:</l>
               <l>* To many his heart that woll depart,</l>
               <l>Euerich ſhall haue but little part,</l>
               <l>But of hem drede I me right nought,</l>
               <l>That in one place ſetteth his thought:</l>
               <l>Therefore in o place it ſet,</l>
               <l>And let it neuer thence flet:</l>
               <l>For if thou yeueſt it in lening,</l>
               <l>I hold it but wretched thing:</l>
               <l>Therefore yeue it whole and quite,</l>
               <l>And thou ſhalt haue the more merite.</l>
               <l>If it be lent then after ſone,</l>
               <l>The bountie and the thankes is done,</l>
               <l>* But in Love, free yeuen thing</l>
               <l>Requireth a great guerdoning.</l>
               <l>Yeue it in yeft all quite fully,</l>
               <l>And make thy gift devonairly:</l>
               <l>* For men that yeft hold more dere</l>
               <l>That yeuen is with gladſome chere.</l>
               <l>* That gift nought to prayſen is</l>
               <l>That man yeueth maugre his:</l>
               <l>When thou haſt yeuen thine heart (as I</l>
               <l>Haue ſayd) thee here openly:</l>
               <l>Then aduentures ſhull thee fall,</l>
               <l>Which hard and heauie been withall:</l>
               <l>For oft when thou bethinkeſt thee</l>
               <l>Of thy louing, where ſo thou be,</l>
               <l>Fro folke thou muſt depart in hie,</l>
               <l>That none perceiue thy maladie,</l>
               <l>But hide thine harme thou muſt alone,</l>
               <l>And go forth ſole, and make thy mone:</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt no while be in o ſtate,</l>
               <l>But whilom cold and whilom hate,</l>
               <l>Now redde as Roſe, now yellow and fade,</l>
               <l>Such ſorow I trow thou neuer hade:</l>
               <l>Cotidien, ne quarteine,</l>
               <l>It is not ſo full of peine,</l>
               <l>For often times it ſhall fall,</l>
               <l>In loue among thy paines all,</l>
               <l>That thou thy ſelfe all holy,</l>
               <l>For yetten ſhalt ſo vtterly,</l>
               <l>That many times thou ſhalt bee,</l>
               <l>Still as an Image of tree,</l>
               <l>Domme as a ſtone, without ſtirring</l>
               <l>Of foote or honde, without ſpeaking.</l>
               <l>Then ſoone after all thy paine,</l>
               <l>To memorie ſhalt thou come againe,</l>
               <l>A man abaſhed wonder ſore,</l>
               <l>And after ſighen more and more:</l>
               <l>For wit thou wele withouten wene,</l>
               <l>In ſuch a ſtate full oft haue bene,</l>
               <l>That haue the euill of loue aſſaide,</l>
               <l>Where through thou art ſo diſmaide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>AFter a thought ſhall take thee ſo,</l>
               <l>That thy loue is too ferre the fro:</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt ſay (God) what may this be,</l>
               <l>That I ne may my Ladie ſee?</l>
               <l>Mine heart alone is to her goe,</l>
               <l>And I abide all ſole in woe,</l>
               <l>Departed fro mine owne thought,</l>
               <l>And with mine eien ſe right nought.</l>
               <l>Alas mine eyen ſene I ne may,</l>
               <l>My carefull heart to conuay,</l>
               <l>Mine hearts guide, but they be,</l>
               <l>I praiſe nothing what euer they ſe:</l>
               <l>Shull they abide then, nay,</l>
               <l>But gone and viſiten without delay</l>
               <l>That mine heart deſireth ſo</l>
               <l>For certainly, but if they go.</l>
               <l>A foole my ſelfe I may well hold,</l>
               <l>When I ne ſe what mine hart wold,</l>
               <l>Wherefore I woll gone her to ſene,</l>
               <l>Or eaſed ſhall I neuer bene,</l>
               <l>But I have ſo tokenning.</l>
               <l>Then goeſt thou forth without dwelling,</l>
               <l>But oft thou fayleſt of thy deſire,</l>
               <l>Er thou mayeſt come her any nere,</l>
               <l>And waſteſt in vaine thy paſſage:</l>
               <l>Then falleſt thou in a new rage,</l>
               <l>For want of ſight thou ginneſt murne,</l>
               <l>And homeward penſiue thou doeſt returne:</l>
               <l>In great miſchiefe then ſhalt thou bee,</l>
               <l>For then againe ſhall come to thee</l>
               <l>Sighes and plaintes with new wo,</l>
               <l>That no itching pricketh ſo:</l>
               <l>Who wote it nought, he may goe lere,</l>
               <l>Of hem that buyen loue ſo dere.</l>
               <l>Nothing thine heart appeaſen may,</l>
               <l>That oft thou wolt gone and aſſay,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="218" facs="tcp:51487:127"/>
If thou maieſt ſeene by adventure</l>
               <l>Thy lives joy, thine hearts cure,</l>
               <l>So that by grace, if thou might</l>
               <l>Attaine of her to have a ſight,</l>
               <l>Then ſhalt thou done none other deed,</l>
               <l>But with that ſight thine eyen feed:</l>
               <l>That faire freſh when thou mayſt ſee,</l>
               <l>Thine heart ſhall ſo raviſhed bee,</l>
               <l>That never thou wouldeſt thy thankes lete</l>
               <l>Ne remove, for to ſee that ſwete:</l>
               <l>The more thou ſeeſt in ſooth faſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>The more thou coveteſt of that ſweetneſſe:</l>
               <l>The more thine heart brenneth in fire,</l>
               <l>The more thine heart is in deſire.</l>
               <l>For who conſidreth euerie dele,</l>
               <l>It may be likened wonder wele,</l>
               <l>The paine of love unto a fere,</l>
               <l>For evermore thou neigheſt nere,</l>
               <l>Thought, or who ſo that it be,</l>
               <l>For verie ſooth I tell it thee,</l>
               <l>The hotter ever ſhalt thou brenne,</l>
               <l>As experience ſhall thee kenne,</l>
               <l>Where ſo commeſt in any coſt,</l>
               <l>* Who is next fire he brenneth moſt,</l>
               <l>And yet forſooth for all thine heat,</l>
               <l>Though thou for love ſwelt and ſweat,</l>
               <l>Ne for no thing thou felen may,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt not willen to paſſe away,</l>
               <l>And though thou goe, yet muſt thou nede,</l>
               <l>Thinke all day on her faire hede,</l>
               <l>Whome thou be held with ſo good will,</l>
               <l>And hold thy ſelfe beguiled ill,</l>
               <l>That thou ne hadſt ne hardiment,</l>
               <l>To ſhew her ought of thine entent,</l>
               <l>Thine heart full ſore thou wolt diſpiſe,</l>
               <l>And eke repreue of cowardiſe,</l>
               <l>That thou ſo dull in every thing,</l>
               <l>Were domme for drede, without ſpeaking.</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt eke thinke thou didſt folly,</l>
               <l>That thou were here ſo faſt by,</l>
               <l>And durſt not aventure thee to ſay</l>
               <l>Some thing er thou came away,</l>
               <l>For thou hadſt no more wonne,</l>
               <l>To ſpeake of her when thou begonne:</l>
               <l>But yet ſhe would for thy ſake,</l>
               <l>In armes goodly thee haue take,</l>
               <l>It ſhould haue be more worth to thee,</l>
               <l>Than of treaſour great plente.</l>
               <l>Thus ſhalt thou mourne &amp; eke complain,</l>
               <l>And yet encheſon to gone again,</l>
               <l>Vnto thy walke, or to thy place,</l>
               <l>Where thou beheld her fleſhly face,</l>
               <l>And never for falſe ſuſpection,</l>
               <l>Thou wouldeſt finde occaſion,</l>
               <l>For to gone unto her houſe,</l>
               <l>So art thou then deſirouſe,</l>
               <l>A ſight of her for to have,</l>
               <l>If thou thine honour mighteſt ſave,</l>
               <l>Or any errand mighteſt make</l>
               <l>Thider, for thy loves ſake:</l>
               <l>Full faine thou woulde, but for dreede</l>
               <l>Thou goeſt not, leaſt that men take heede,</l>
               <l>Wherefore I read in in thy going,</l>
               <l>And alſo in thine againe comming,</l>
               <l>Thou be well ware that men ne wit,</l>
               <l>Feine thee other cauſe than it,</l>
               <l>To goe that way, or faſt bie,</l>
               <l>* To heale well is no follie:</l>
               <l>And if ſo be it happe thee,</l>
               <l>That thou thy Love there mayſt ſee,</l>
               <l>In ſiker wiſe thou her ſalewe,</l>
               <l>Wherewith thy colour woll tranſmewe,</l>
               <l>And eke thy bloud ſhall all to quake,</l>
               <l>Thy hewe eke chaungen for her ſake,</l>
               <l>But word and wit, with chere full pale</l>
               <l>Shull want for to tell thy tale,</l>
               <l>And if thou mayeſt ſo ferre forth winne,</l>
               <l>That thou reaſon durſt beginne,</l>
               <l>And wouldeſt ſaine three things or mo,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt full ſcarcely ſaine the two,</l>
               <l>Though thou bethinke thee never ſo wele,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt foryete yet ſomedele.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>BVt if thou deale with trechery,</l>
               <l>For falſe Lovers mowe all fouly</l>
               <l>Sain what hem luſt withouten dred,</l>
               <l>They be ſo double in her falſhed,</l>
               <l>For they in heart can thinke o thing</l>
               <l>And ſaine another, in her ſpeaking,</l>
               <l>And when thy ſpeech is ended all,</l>
               <l>Right thus to thee it ſhall befall:</l>
               <l>If any word then come to minde,</l>
               <l>That thou to ſay haſt left behinde,</l>
               <l>Then thou ſhalt brenne in great martire,</l>
               <l>For thou ſhalt brenne as any fire,</l>
               <l>This is the ſtrife and eke the affraie,</l>
               <l>And the battaile that laſteth aie:</l>
               <l>This bargaine, end may never take,</l>
               <l>But if that ſhe thy peace will make.</l>
               <l>And when the night is commen anon,</l>
               <l>A thouſand angres ſhall come upon,</l>
               <l>To bed as faſt thou wolt thee dight.</l>
               <l>There thou ſhalt have but ſmall delight,</l>
               <l>For when thou weneſt for to ſleepe,</l>
               <l>So full of paine ſhalt thou creepe,</l>
               <l>Stert in thy bed about full wide,</l>
               <l>And turne full oft on everie ſide:</l>
               <l>Now downeward groffe, and now upright,</l>
               <l>And wallow in woe the long night,</l>
               <l>Thine armes ſhalt thou ſprede a brede,</l>
               <l>As man in warre were forwerede.</l>
               <l>Then ſhall thee come a remembraunce</l>
               <l>Of her ſhape and her ſemblaunce,</l>
               <l>Where to none other may be pere,</l>
               <l>And wete thou well without were,</l>
               <l>That thee ſhall ſee ſometime that night,</l>
               <l>That thou haſt her, that is ſo bright,</l>
               <l>Naked betweene thine armes there,</l>
               <l>All ſooth faſtneſſe as though it were,</l>
               <l>* Thou ſhalt make Caſtles then in Spaine,</l>
               <l>And dreame of joy, all but in vaine,</l>
               <l>And thee delighten of right nought.</l>
               <l>While thou ſo ſiumbreſt in that thought,</l>
               <l>That is ſo ſweete and delitable,</l>
               <l>The which in ſooth nis but a fable,</l>
               <l>For it ne ſhall no while laſt,</l>
               <l>Then ſhalt thou ſigh and weepe faſt,</l>
               <l>And ſay deere God, what thing is this,</l>
               <l>My dreame is turned all amis,</l>
               <l>Which was full ſweet and apparent:</l>
               <l>But now I wake it is all ſhent,</l>
               <l>Now yede this merry thought away,</l>
               <l>Twentie times upon a day,</l>
               <l>
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I would this thought would come againe,</l>
               <l>For it alleggeth well my paine,</l>
               <l>It maketh me full of joyfull thought,</l>
               <l>It ſleeth me that it laſteth nought,</l>
               <l>Ah Lord, why nill ye me ſuccour?</l>
               <l>The joy I trow that I langour,</l>
               <l>The death I would me ſhould ſio,</l>
               <l>While I lye in her armes two,</l>
               <l>Mine harme is hard withouten wene,</l>
               <l>My great uneaſe full oft I mene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>BVt would Love do ſo I might</l>
               <l>Have fully joy of her ſo bright,</l>
               <l>My paine were quit me richly,</l>
               <l>Alas too great a thing aske I:</l>
               <l>It is but folly, and wrong wening,</l>
               <l>To aske ſo outragious a thing,</l>
               <l>* And who ſo asketh follily,</l>
               <l>He mote be warned haſtely,</l>
               <l>And I ne wote what I may ſay,</l>
               <l>I am ſo ferre out of the way,</l>
               <l>For I would have full great liking,</l>
               <l>And full great joy of laſſe thing,</l>
               <l>For would ſhe of her gentleneſſe,</l>
               <l>Withouten more, me ones keſſe,</l>
               <l>It were to me a great guerdon,</l>
               <l>Releaſe of all my paſſion:</l>
               <l>But it is hard to come thereto,</l>
               <l>All is but folly that I do,</l>
               <l>So high I have mine heart ſet,</l>
               <l>Where I may no comfort get,</l>
               <l>I wote not where I ſay well or nought,</l>
               <l>But this I wote well in my thought,</l>
               <l>That it were bette of her alone</l>
               <l>For to ſlint my woe and mone,</l>
               <l>A looke on her I caſt goodly,</l>
               <l>That for to have all utterly,</l>
               <l>Of another all hole the play,</l>
               <l>Ah Lord, where I ſhall bide the day</l>
               <l>That ever ſhe ſhall my Ladie be,</l>
               <l>He is full cured, that may her ſee.</l>
               <l>A God, when ſhall the dauning ſpring,</l>
               <l>To leggen thus as an angrie thing,</l>
               <l>I have no joy thus here to ly,</l>
               <l>When that my love is not me by,</l>
               <l>* I man to lyen hath great diſeaſe,</l>
               <l>Which may not ſleepe ne reſt in eaſe,</l>
               <l>I would it dawed, and were now day,</l>
               <l>And that the night were went away,</l>
               <l>For were it day, I would up riſe,</l>
               <l>Ah ſlow ſunne, ſhew thine enpriſe,</l>
               <l>Speede thee to ſpread thy beames bright,</l>
               <l>And chaſe the darkneſſe of the night,</l>
               <l>To put away the ſtoundes ſtrong,</l>
               <l>Which in me laſten all too long.</l>
               <l>The night ſhalt thou continue ſo,</l>
               <l>Without reſt, in paine and wo,</l>
               <l>If ever thou knew of love diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt mowe learne in that ſickneſſe,</l>
               <l>And thus enduring ſhalt thou lye</l>
               <l>And riſe on morow up earlye,</l>
               <l>Out of thy bed, and harneis thee</l>
               <l>Er ever dawning thou maieſt ſee:</l>
               <l>All privily then ſhalt thou gone,</l>
               <l>What whider it be thy ſelfe alone,</l>
               <l>For raine, or haile, for ſnow, for ſlete,</l>
               <l>Theder ſhe dwelleth that is ſo ſwete,</l>
               <l>The which may fall a ſleepe bee,</l>
               <l>And thinketh but little upon thee.</l>
               <l>Then ſhalt thou goe, full foule aferde,</l>
               <l>Looke if the gate be unſperde,</l>
               <l>And waite without in woe and paine,</l>
               <l>Full evill a cold in wind and raine:</l>
               <l>Then ſhalt thou goe the dore before,</l>
               <l>If thou mayeſt finde any ſhore,</l>
               <l>Or hole, or reft, what ever it were,</l>
               <l>Then ſhalt thou ſtoupe, and lay to eare</l>
               <l>If they within a ſleepe be,</l>
               <l>I meane all ſave thy Ladie free,</l>
               <l>Whom waking if thou mayeſt aſpie,</l>
               <l>Goe put thy ſelfe in jeopardie,</l>
               <l>To aske grace, and thee bimene,</l>
               <l>That ſhe may wete without wene,</l>
               <l>That thou night no reſt haſt had,</l>
               <l>So ſore for her thou were beſtad.</l>
               <l>* Women well ought pitie to take</l>
               <l>Of hem that ſorrowen for her ſake.</l>
               <l>And looke for love of that relike,</l>
               <l>That thou thinke none other like,</l>
               <l>For when thou haſt ſo great anney,</l>
               <l>Shall kiſſe thee er thou goe awey,</l>
               <l>And hold that in full great deinte,</l>
               <l>And for that no man ſhall thee ſee</l>
               <l>Before the houſe, ne in the way,</l>
               <l>Looke thou be gon againe er day.</l>
               <l>Such comming, and ſuch going,</l>
               <l>Such heavineſſe, and ſuch walking,</l>
               <l>Maketh lovers withouten wene,</l>
               <l>Vnder her clothes pale and lene,</l>
               <l>* For Love leaveth colour ne clearneſſe,</l>
               <l>Who loveth trew hath no fatneſſe,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt well by thy ſelfe ſee</l>
               <l>That thou muſt needs aſſaied bee:</l>
               <l>For men that ſhape hem other way</l>
               <l>Falſely her ladies for to betray,</l>
               <l>It is no wonder though they be fatte,</l>
               <l>With falſe othes her loves they gatte,</l>
               <l>For oft I ſee ſuch loengeours</l>
               <l>Fatter than Abbots or Priours.</l>
               <l>Yet with o thing I thee charge,</l>
               <l>That is to ſay, that thou be large</l>
               <l>Vnto the maid, that her doth ſerve,</l>
               <l>So beſt her thanke thou ſhalt deſerve.</l>
               <l>Yeue her giftes, and get her grace,</l>
               <l>For ſo thou may thanke purchace,</l>
               <l>That ſhe thee worthy hold and free,</l>
               <l>Thy Ladie, and all that may thee ſee.</l>
               <l>Alſo her ſervaunts worſhip aie,</l>
               <l>And pleaſe as much as thou maie,</l>
               <l>Great good through hem may come to thee,</l>
               <l>Becauſe with her they been prive:</l>
               <l>They ſhall her tell how they thee fand</l>
               <l>Curteous and wiſe, and well do and,</l>
               <l>And ſhe ſhall preiſe well thee more.</l>
               <l>Looke out of lond thou be not fore,</l>
               <l>And if ſuch cauſe thou have, that thee</l>
               <l>Behoveth to gone out of countree,</l>
               <l>Leave hole thine heart in hoſtage,</l>
               <l>Till thou againe make thy paſſage,</l>
               <l>Thinke long to ſee the ſweet thing</l>
               <l>That hath thine heart in her keeping.</l>
               <l>Now have I told thee, in what wiſe</l>
               <l>A Lover ſhall doe me ſerviſe,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="220" facs="tcp:51487:128"/>
Do it then, if thou wolt haue</l>
               <l>The mede that thou after craue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>WHen Loue all this had boden me,</l>
               <l>I ſaid him: ſir how may it be</l>
               <l>That Louers may in ſuch manere,</l>
               <l>Endure the paine ye haue ſayd here?</l>
               <l>I maruaile me wonder faſt,</l>
               <l>How any man may liue or laſt</l>
               <l>In ſuch paine, and ſuch brenning,</l>
               <l>In ſorrow and thought, and ſuch ſighing,</l>
               <l>Aie vnreleaſed woe to make,</l>
               <l>Whether ſo it be they ſleepe or wake,</l>
               <l>In ſuch annoy continually,</l>
               <l>As helpe me God this maruaile I</l>
               <l>How man, but he were made of ſteele,</l>
               <l>Might liue a moneth, ſuch pains to feele.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe God of Loue then ſayd me,</l>
               <l>Friend, bye the faith I owe to thee,</l>
               <l>* May no man haue good, but he it buy:</l>
               <l>A man loueth more tenderly</l>
               <l>The thing that he hath bought moſt dere.</l>
               <l>For were thou well without were,</l>
               <l>* In thanke that thing is taken more,</l>
               <l>For which a man hath ſuffred ſore:</l>
               <l>Certes no woe ne may attaine,</l>
               <l>Vnto the ſore of Loues paine,</l>
               <l>None euill thereto ne may amount,</l>
               <l>No more than a man count</l>
               <l>The drops that of the water bee:</l>
               <l>* For drie as well the great ſee</l>
               <l>Thou mighteſt, as the harmes tell</l>
               <l>Of hem that with loue dwell</l>
               <l>In ſeruice, for paine hem ſleeth,</l>
               <l>And that each would flee the death</l>
               <l>And trow they ſhould neuer eſcape,</l>
               <l>Nere that hope couth hem make,</l>
               <l>Glad as man in priſon ſete,</l>
               <l>And may not getten for to ete.</l>
               <l>But Barly bread, and water pure,</l>
               <l>And lyeth in vermin and in ordure,</l>
               <l>With all this yet can he liue,</l>
               <l>Good hope ſuch comfort hath him yeue,</l>
               <l>Which maketh wene that he ſhall be</l>
               <l>Deliuered and come to libertie,</l>
               <l>In fortune is full truſt,</l>
               <l>Though he lye in ſtraw or duſt,</l>
               <l>In hope is all his ſuſtaining:</l>
               <l>And ſo faire Louers in her wening,</l>
               <l>Which Loue hath ſet in his priſon</l>
               <l>Good hope is her ſaluation:</l>
               <l>Good hope (how ſore that they ſmart)</l>
               <l>Yeueth hem both will and hart</l>
               <l>To profer her body to martire,</l>
               <l>For Hope ſo ſore doth hem deſire</l>
               <l>To ſuffer each harme that men deuiſe,</l>
               <l>For joy that afterward ſhall ariſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>* HOpe in deſire catch victorie,</l>
               <l>In hope of Loue is all the glorie,</l>
               <l>* For hope is all that Loue may yeue,</l>
               <l>Nere hope, there ſhould no lenger liue.</l>
               <l>Bleſſed be hope, which with deſire,</l>
               <l>Auaunceth Louers in ſuch manire.</l>
               <l>Good hope is curteis for to pleaſe,</l>
               <l>To keepe Louers from all diſeaſe.</l>
               <l>* Hope keepeth his lond, and woll abide,</l>
               <l>For any perill that may betide,</l>
               <l>For hope to louers, as moſt chiefe,</l>
               <l>Doth hem endure all miſchiefe,</l>
               <l>Hope is her helpe when miſter is.</l>
               <l>And I ſhall yeue thee eke iwis,</l>
               <l>Three other thinges, that great ſollace</l>
               <l>Doth to hem that be in my lace.</l>
               <l>The firſt good that may be found,</l>
               <l>To hem that in my lace be bound,</l>
               <l>Is Sweet thought, for to record</l>
               <l>Thing wherewith thou canſt accord</l>
               <l>Beſt in thine heart, where ſhe be,</l>
               <l>Thinking in abſence is good to thee,</l>
               <l>When any louer doth complaine,</l>
               <l>And liueth in diſtreſſe and in paine</l>
               <l>Then Sweet thought ſhall come as bliue,</l>
               <l>Away his anger for to driue,</l>
               <l>It maketh Louers to haue remembraunce</l>
               <l>Of comfort, and of high pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>That Hope hath hight him for to winne,</l>
               <l>For Thought anone then ſhall beginne,</l>
               <l>As farre God wote as he can finde,</l>
               <l>To make a mirrour of his minde,</l>
               <l>For to behold he woll not let,</l>
               <l>Her perſon he ſhall afore him ſet,</l>
               <l>Her laughing eyen perſaunt and clere,</l>
               <l>Her ſhape, her form, her goodly chere,</l>
               <l>Her mouth that is ſo gracious,</l>
               <l>So ſweete, and eke ſo ſauourous,</l>
               <l>Of all her feiters he ſhall take heed,</l>
               <l>His eyen with all her limmes feed.</l>
               <l>Thus Sweet thinking ſhall aſwage</l>
               <l>The paine of Louers, and her rage,</l>
               <l>Thy joy ſhall double without geſſe</l>
               <l>When thou thinkeſt on her ſeemelineſſe,</l>
               <l>Or of her laughing, or of her chere</l>
               <l>That to thee made thy Lady dere,</l>
               <l>This comfort woll I that thou take,</l>
               <l>And if the next thou wolt forſake</l>
               <l>Which is not leſſe ſauerous,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhouldeſt not ben too daungerous.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe ſecond ſhall be Sweet ſpeech,</l>
               <l>That hath to many one be leech,</l>
               <l>To bring hem out of woe and were,</l>
               <l>And helpe many a bachelere,</l>
               <l>And many a Ladie ſent ſuccour,</l>
               <l>That haue loued Paramour,</l>
               <l>Through ſpeaking, when they might heare</l>
               <l>Of her Louers to hem ſo deare:</l>
               <l>To me it voideth all her ſmart,</l>
               <l>The which is cloſed in her hart.</l>
               <l>In heart it maketh hem glad and light,</l>
               <l>Speech, when they mowe have ſight.</l>
               <l>And therefore now it commeth to mind,</l>
               <l>In old dawes as I find,</l>
               <l>That Clerkes written that her knew,</l>
               <l>There was a Ladie freſh of hew,</l>
               <l>Which of her Love made a ſong,</l>
               <l>On him for to remember among,</l>
               <l>In which ſhe ſayd, when that I heare</l>
               <l>Speaken of him that is ſo deare,</l>
               <l>To me it voideth all ſmart,</l>
               <l>Iwis he ſitteth ſo nere mine hart,</l>
               <l>To ſpeake of him at eve or morrow,</l>
               <l>It cureth me of all my ſorrow,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="221" facs="tcp:51487:128"/>
To me is none ſo high pleaſaunce</l>
               <l>As of his perſon daliaunce:</l>
               <l>She wiſt full well that Sweet ſpeaking</l>
               <l>Comforteth in full much thing,</l>
               <l>Her ſhe had full well aſſaide,</l>
               <l>Of him ſhe was full well apaide,</l>
               <l>To ſpeake of him her joy was ſet.</l>
               <l>Therefore I read thee that thou get,</l>
               <l>A fellow that can well counſele,</l>
               <l>And keepe thy counſaile, and welhele</l>
               <l>To whom goe ſhew wholly thine hart</l>
               <l>Both well and woe, joy and ſmart:</l>
               <l>To get comfort to him thou go,</l>
               <l>And priuely between you two,</l>
               <l>Ye ſhall ſpeake of that goodly thing,</l>
               <l>That hath thine heart in her keeping,</l>
               <l>Of her beaute and her ſemblaunce,</l>
               <l>And of her goodly countenaunce,</l>
               <l>Of all thy ſtate, thou ſhalt him ſay,</l>
               <l>And aske him counſaile how thou may,</l>
               <l>Do any thing that may her pleaſe,</l>
               <l>For it to thee ſhall doe great eaſe,</l>
               <l>That he may wete thou truſt him ſo,</l>
               <l>Both of thy wele and of thy wo.</l>
               <l>And if his heart to loue be ſet,</l>
               <l>His companie is much the bet,</l>
               <l>For Reaſon woll he ſhew to thee</l>
               <l>All vtterly his priuite,</l>
               <l>And what ſhe is he loueth ſo</l>
               <l>To thee plainly he ſhall vndo,</l>
               <l>Without drede of any ſhame,</l>
               <l>Both tell her renome and her name.</l>
               <l>Then ſhall he further farre and nere,</l>
               <l>And namely to thy Ladie dere</l>
               <l>In ſiker wiſe, ye euery other,</l>
               <l>Shall helpen as his owne brother,</l>
               <l>In trouth without doubleneſſe,</l>
               <l>And keepen cloſe in ſikerneſſe:</l>
               <l>* For it is noble thing in fay,</l>
               <l>To haue a man thou darſt ſay,</l>
               <l>Thy priuie counſaile euerie dele,</l>
               <l>For that woll comfort thee right wele,</l>
               <l>And thou ſhalt hold thee well apaide,</l>
               <l>When ſuch a friend thou haſt aſſaide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe third good of great comfort</l>
               <l>That yeueth to Louers moſt diſport,</l>
               <l>Commeth of ſight and beholding,</l>
               <l>The cleped is Sweet looking,</l>
               <l>The which may none eaſe do,</l>
               <l>When thou art ferre thy Ladie fro,</l>
               <l>Wherefore thou preſe alway to be</l>
               <l>In place, where thou mayeſt her ſee:</l>
               <l>For it is thing moſt amerous</l>
               <l>Moſt delectable and fauerous.</l>
               <l>For to aſſwage a mannes ſorrow</l>
               <l>To ſeen his Ladie by the morrow,</l>
               <l>For it is a full noble thing</l>
               <l>When thine eyen have meeting,</l>
               <l>With that relike precious,</l>
               <l>Whereof they be ſo deſirous.</l>
               <l>But all day after ſooth it is,</l>
               <l>They have no drede to faren amis,</l>
               <l>They dreden neither winde ne raine,</l>
               <l>Ne none other manner paine:</l>
               <l>For when thine eyen were thus in bliſſe,</l>
               <l>Yet of her courteſie iwiſſe,</l>
               <l>Alone they cannot haue her joy,</l>
               <l>But to the heart they conuoy</l>
               <l>Part of her bliſſe to him thou ſend,</l>
               <l>Of all this harme to make and end.</l>
               <l>* The eye is a good meſſenger,</l>
               <l>Which can to the heart in ſuch manner</l>
               <l>Tidings ſend, that hath ſene</l>
               <l>To voide him of his paines clene:</l>
               <l>Whereof the heart rejoyſeth ſo</l>
               <l>That a great partie of his wo</l>
               <l>Is voided, and put away to flight.</l>
               <l>Right as the darkeneſſe of the night</l>
               <l>Is chaſed with clereneſſe of the moone,</l>
               <l>Right ſo is all his woe full ſoone</l>
               <l>Deuoided cleane, when that the ſight</l>
               <l>Beholden may that freſh wight</l>
               <l>That the heart deſireth ſo,</l>
               <l>That all his darkneſſe is ago,</l>
               <l>* For then the heart is all at eaſe,</l>
               <l>When they ſeen that may hem pleaſe.</l>
               <l>Now haue I declared thee all out,</l>
               <l>Of that thou were in dread and dout,</l>
               <l>For I haue told thee faithfully,</l>
               <l>What thee may curen vtterly,</l>
               <l>And all Louers that woll be</l>
               <l>Faithfull, and full of ſtabilite.</l>
               <l>Good hope alway keepe by thy ſide,</l>
               <l>And ſweet thought make eke abide,</l>
               <l>Sweet looking and ſweet ſpech</l>
               <l>Of all thine harmes they ſhall he lech,</l>
               <l>Of euerie thou ſhalt haue great pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>If thou canſt bide in ſuffraunce,</l>
               <l>And ſerue well without fantiſe,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt be quite of thine empriſe</l>
               <l>With more guerdoun, if that thou liue,</l>
               <l>But all this time this I thee yeue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe God of Loue, when all the day</l>
               <l>Had taught me, as ye haue heard ſay,</l>
               <l>And enformed compendouſly,</l>
               <l>He vaniſhed away all ſodainly,</l>
               <l>And I alone left all ſoole,</l>
               <l>So full of complaint and of doole,</l>
               <l>For I ſaw no man there me by.</l>
               <l>My woundes me greeued wonderſly,</l>
               <l>Me for to curen nothing I knewe,</l>
               <l>Saue the bothum bright of hewe,</l>
               <l>Whereon was ſette holly my thought,</l>
               <l>Of other comfort knew I nought,</l>
               <l>But it were through the God of Loue,</l>
               <l>I knew nat elſe to my behoue</l>
               <l>That might me eaſe or comfort gette,</l>
               <l>But if he would him entermette.</l>
               <l>The Roſer was withouten dout</l>
               <l>Cloſed with an hedge without,</l>
               <l>As ye toforne haue heard me ſaine,</l>
               <l>And faſt I beſied, and would faine</l>
               <l>Haue paſſed the haie, if I might</l>
               <l>Haue getten in by any ſleight</l>
               <l>Vnto the bothum ſo faire to ſee,</l>
               <l>But euer I dradde blamed to bee,</l>
               <l>If men would haue ſuſpection</l>
               <l>That I would of entention</l>
               <l>Haue ſtole the Roſes that there were,</l>
               <l>Therefore to enter I was in fere.</l>
               <l>But at the laſt, as I bethought</l>
               <l>Whether I ſhould paſſe or nought,</l>
               <l>
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I ſawe come with a glad chere</l>
               <l>To me, a luſtly Bachelere,</l>
               <l>Of good ſlature and of good height,</l>
               <l>And Bialacoil forſooth he height:</l>
               <l>Sonne he was to Curteſie,</l>
               <l>And he me graunted full gladly,</l>
               <l>The paſſage of the vtter hay,</l>
               <l>And ſayd: ſir, how that you may</l>
               <l>Paſſe, if your will bee</l>
               <l>The freſh Roſer for to ſee:</l>
               <l>And ye the ſweet ſavour fele,</l>
               <l>Your warrans may right wele,</l>
               <l>So thou thee keepe fro folly,</l>
               <l>Shall no man doe thee villany,</l>
               <l>If I may helpe you in ought,</l>
               <l>I ſhall not faine, dredeth nought,</l>
               <l>For I am bound to your ſeruiſe,</l>
               <l>Fully deuoid of feintiſe.</l>
               <l>Then vnto Bialacoil ſayd I,</l>
               <l>I thanke you ſir full hartely,</l>
               <l>And your beheſt take at gree,</l>
               <l>That ye ſo goodly profer mee,</l>
               <l>To you it commeth of great fraunchiſe,</l>
               <l>That ye me profer your ſeruiſe.</l>
               <l>Then after full deliuerly,</l>
               <l>Through the breres anon went I,</l>
               <l>Whereof encombred was the haie,</l>
               <l>I was well pleaſed, the ſoth to ſaie,</l>
               <l>To ſe the bothum faire and ſwote,</l>
               <l>So freſh ſprong out of the rote.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>ANd Bialacoil me ſerued wele,</l>
               <l>When I ſo nigh me might fele</l>
               <l>Of the bothum the ſweet odour,</l>
               <l>And ſo luſty hewed of colour:</l>
               <l>But then a churle, foule him betide,</l>
               <l>Beſide the Roſes gan him hide,</l>
               <l>To keepe the Roſes of that Roſere,</l>
               <l>Of whom the name was Daungere:</l>
               <l>This churle was hid there in the greues,</l>
               <l>Couered with graſſe and with leues,</l>
               <l>To ſpie and take whom that he fond</l>
               <l>Vnto that Roſer put an hond.</l>
               <l>He was not ſoole, for there was mo,</l>
               <l>For with him were other two</l>
               <l>Of wicked manners, and euill fame,</l>
               <l>That one was cleped by his name,</l>
               <l>Wicked tongue, God yeve him ſorrow,</l>
               <l>For neither at eue ne at morrow,</l>
               <l>He can of no man good ſpeake,</l>
               <l>On many a iuſt man doth he wreake.</l>
               <l>There was a woman that eke hight</l>
               <l>Shame, that who can reckon right,</l>
               <l>Treſpaſſe was her fathers name,</l>
               <l>Her mother Reaſon, and thus was Shame</l>
               <l>Brought of theſe like two:</l>
               <l>And yet had Treſpaſſe neuer ado</l>
               <l>With Reaſon, ne neuer leie her by,</l>
               <l>He was hidous and ſo vgly,</l>
               <l>I meane this that Treſpaſſe hight,</l>
               <l>But Reaſon conceiueth of a ſight,</l>
               <l>Shame of that I ſpake aforne.</l>
               <l>And when that Shame was thus borne,</l>
               <l>It was ordained, that Chaſtite,</l>
               <l>Should of the Roſer Ladie be:</l>
               <l>Which of the bothums more and las,</l>
               <l>With ſundrie folkes aſſailed was,</l>
               <l>That ſhe ne wiſt what to do,</l>
               <l>For Venus her aſſaileth ſo,</l>
               <l>That night and day for her ſhe ſtall</l>
               <l>Bothoms and Roſes our all.</l>
               <l>To Reaſon then prayeth Chaſtite,</l>
               <l>Whom Venus hath flemed ouer the ſee,</l>
               <l>That ſhe her daughter would her lene,</l>
               <l>To keepe the Roſer freſh and grene.</l>
               <l>Anon Reaſon to Chaſtite,</l>
               <l>Is fully aſſented that it be,</l>
               <l>And graunted her at her requeſt,</l>
               <l>That Shame, becauſe ſhe is honeſt,</l>
               <l>Shall keeper of the Roſer be:</l>
               <l>And thus to keepe it, there were three,</l>
               <l>That none ſhould hardy be ne bold,</l>
               <l>(Were he young or were he old)</l>
               <l>Againe her will away to bere</l>
               <l>Bothoms ne Roſes, that there were<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
               </l>
               <l>I had well ſped, had I not been</l>
               <l>Awaited with theſe three, and ſeen:</l>
               <l>For Bialacoil, that was ſo faire,</l>
               <l>So gracious and debonaire,</l>
               <l>Quitte him to me full courteouſly,</l>
               <l>And me to pleaſe bad that I,</l>
               <l>Should draw to the bothom nere,</l>
               <l>Preaſe in to touch the Roſere</l>
               <l>Which bare the Roſes, he yave me leue,</l>
               <l>This graunt ne might but little greue:</l>
               <l>And for he ſaw it liked me,</l>
               <l>Right nigh the bothom pulled he</l>
               <l>A leafe all grene, and yaue me that</l>
               <l>T<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap> which full nigh the bothom ſat.</l>
               <l>I <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ade of that leafe full queint,</l>
               <l>And when I felt I was acqueint</l>
               <l>With Bialacoil, and ſo priue,</l>
               <l>I wende all my will had be.</l>
               <l>Then wext I hardy for to tell</l>
               <l>To Bialacoil how me befell,</l>
               <l>Of Loue, that tooke and wounded me,</l>
               <l>And ſayd: ſir ſo mote I thee,</l>
               <l>I may no joy haue in no wiſe,</l>
               <l>Vpon no ſide, but it ariſe,</l>
               <l>For ſith (if I ſhall not faine)</l>
               <l>In heart I haue had ſo great paine,</l>
               <l>So great annoy, and ſuch affraie,</l>
               <l>That I ne wotte what I ſhall ſaie,</l>
               <l>I drede your wroth to deſerue,</l>
               <l>Leuer me were, that kniues kerue</l>
               <l>My bodie ſhould in peces ſmall,</l>
               <l>Than in any wiſe it ſhould fall,</l>
               <l>That ye wrothed ſhould been with me.</l>
               <l>Say boldly thy will (quoth he)</l>
               <l>I nill be wroth if that I may,</l>
               <l>For nought that thou ſhalt to me ſay.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THen ſayd I ſir, not you diſpleaſe,</l>
               <l>To knowen of my great uneaſe,</l>
               <l>In which only Loue hath me brought,</l>
               <l>For paines great, diſeaſe and thought,</l>
               <l>Fro day to day it doth me drie,</l>
               <l>Suppoſeth not ſir, that I lie,</l>
               <l>In me fiue woundes did he make,</l>
               <l>The ſore of which ſhall neuer ſlake,</l>
               <l>But ye the bothom graunt me,</l>
               <l>Which is moſt paſſaunt of beaute,</l>
               <l>My life, my death, and my martire,</l>
               <l>And treaſour that I moſt deſire.</l>
               <l>
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Then Bialacoil affraied all</l>
               <l>Sayd ſir, it may not fall,</l>
               <l>That ye deſire it may not ariſe,</l>
               <l>What would ye ſhend me in this wiſe?</l>
               <l>A mokell foole then I were,</l>
               <l>If I ſuffred you away to beare</l>
               <l>The freſh bothom, ſo faire of ſight,</l>
               <l>For it were neither skill ne right,</l>
               <l>Of the Roſer ye broke the rinde,</l>
               <l>Or take the Roſe aforne his kinde,</l>
               <l>Ye are not courteous to aske it,</l>
               <l>Let it ſtill on the Roſer ſit,</l>
               <l>And let it grow till it amended be,</l>
               <l>And perfectly come to beaute,</l>
               <l>I nolde not that it pulled were,</l>
               <l>Fro the Roſer that it bere,</l>
               <l>To me it is ſo lefe and dere.</l>
               <l>With that anon ſtart out Daungere,</l>
               <l>Out of the place where he was hidde,</l>
               <l>His malice in his chere was kidde:</l>
               <l>Full great he was and blacke of hewe,</l>
               <l>Sturdy, and hidous, who ſo him knewe,</l>
               <l>Like ſharpe vrchons his haire was grow,</l>
               <l>His eyes red ſparkling as the fire glow,</l>
               <l>His noſe frounced full kirked ſtood,</l>
               <l>He come criand as he were wood,</l>
               <l>And ſayd, Bialacoil tell me why</l>
               <l>Thou bringeſt hider ſo boldly</l>
               <l>Him that ſo nigh the Roſere,</l>
               <l>Thou worcheſt in a wrong manere,</l>
               <l>He thinketh to diſhonour thee,</l>
               <l>Thou art well worthy to haue maugre,</l>
               <l>To let him of the Roſere witte,</l>
               <l>* Who ſerueth a Felon is euill quitte.</l>
               <l>Thou wouldeſt haue done great bounte,</l>
               <l>And he with ſhame would quite thee,</l>
               <l>Flye hence fellow, I rede thee go,</l>
               <l>It wanteth little he woll thee ſlo,</l>
               <l>For Bialacoil ne knew thee nought,</l>
               <l>When thee to ſerue he ſet his thought,</l>
               <l>For thou wolt ſhame him if thou might,</l>
               <l>Both againe reaſon and right,</l>
               <l>I woll no more in thee affie,</l>
               <l>That commeſt ſo ſlightly for teſpie:</l>
               <l>For it prooueth wonder wele,</l>
               <l>Thy ſleight and treaſon euerie dele.</l>
               <l>I durſt no more make there abode,</l>
               <l>For the churle he was ſo wode,</l>
               <l>So gan he threat and manace,</l>
               <l>And throught the haie he did me chace,</l>
               <l>For feare of him I trembled and quoke,</l>
               <l>So churliſh his head he ſhoke,</l>
               <l>And ſayd, if eft he might me take,</l>
               <l>I ſhould not from his hands ſcape.</l>
               <l>Then Bialacoil is fled and mate,</l>
               <l>And I all ſoole and diſconſolate,</l>
               <l>Was left alone in paine and thought,</l>
               <l>Fro ſhame to death I was nigh brought</l>
               <l>Then thought on my high folly,</l>
               <l>How that my bodie vtterly,</l>
               <l>Was yeue to paine and martire,</l>
               <l>And thereto had I ſo great deſire,</l>
               <l>That I ne durſt the haies paſſe,</l>
               <l>There was no hope, there was no grace,</l>
               <l>* I trow neuer man wiſt of paine,</l>
               <l>But he were laced in Loues chaine,</l>
               <l>Ne no man, and ſooth it is,</l>
               <l>But if he loue, what anger is.</l>
               <l>Loue holdeth his heſt to me right wele,</l>
               <l>When paine (he ſayd) I ſhould fele,</l>
               <l>No heart may thinke, no tongue ſaine,</l>
               <l>A quarter of my woe and paine,</l>
               <l>I might not with the anger laſt,</l>
               <l>Mine heart in point was for to braſt,</l>
               <l>When I thought on the Roſe, that ſo,</l>
               <l>Was through daunger caſt me fro,</l>
               <l>A long while ſtoode I in that ſtate,</l>
               <l>Till that me ſawe ſo madde and mate,</l>
               <l>The Ladie of the high ward,</l>
               <l>Which from her tower looked thiderward.</l>
               <l>Reaſon, men clepe that Lady,</l>
               <l>Which from her tower deliuerly,</l>
               <l>Come downe to me without more,</l>
               <l>But ſhe was neither young, ne hore,</l>
               <l>Ne high ne low, ne fat ne leane,</l>
               <l>But beſt, as it were in a meane,</l>
               <l>Her eyen two were clere and light</l>
               <l>As any candle that brenneth bright,</l>
               <l>And on her head ſhe had a croune,</l>
               <l>Her ſee mede well an high perſoune:</l>
               <l>For round enuiron her crounet</l>
               <l>Was full of rich ſtones fret.</l>
               <l>Her goodly ſemblaunt by deuiſe,</l>
               <l>I trow was made in Paradiſe,</l>
               <l>For nature had neuer ſuch a grace,</l>
               <l>To forge a worke of ſuch compace:</l>
               <l>For certain, but if the letter lye,</l>
               <l>God himſelfe that is ſo hye</l>
               <l>Made her after his image,</l>
               <l>And yafe her ſith ſuch auantage,</l>
               <l>That ſhe hath might and ſeignory</l>
               <l>To keepe men from all folly,</l>
               <l>Who ſo woll trowe her lore,</l>
               <l>Ne may offenden neuermore.</l>
               <l>And while I ſtoode this darke and pale,</l>
               <l>Reaſon began to me her tale,</l>
               <l>She ſaied: alhaile my ſweete frend,</l>
               <l>Folly and childhood woll thee ſhend,</l>
               <l>Which thee haue put in great affraie</l>
               <l>Thou haſt bought dere time of Maie,</l>
               <l>That made thine heart merrie to be,</l>
               <l>In euill time thou wenteſt to ſee</l>
               <l>The gardin, whereof Idleneſſe</l>
               <l>Bare the key and was maiſtreſſe</l>
               <l>When thou yedeſt in the daunce</l>
               <l>With her, and had acquaintaunce:</l>
               <l>Her acquaintance is perillous,</l>
               <l>Firſt ſoft, and after noyous,</l>
               <l>She hath thee traſhed without wene,</l>
               <l>The God of Loue had thee not ſene,</l>
               <l>Ne had Idleneſſe thee conuaid</l>
               <l>In the verge where Mirth him pleid,</l>
               <l>If Folly haue ſurpriſed thee,</l>
               <l>Do ſo that it recouered be,</l>
               <l>* And be well ware to take no more</l>
               <l>Counſaile, that greeueth after ſore:</l>
               <l>He is wiſe, that woll himſelfe chaſtiſe.</l>
               <l>* And though a young man in any wiſe</l>
               <l>Treſpaſſe emong, and do Follie,</l>
               <l>Let him not tarie, but haſtelie</l>
               <l>Let him amend what ſo be mis.</l>
               <l>And eke I counſaile thee iwis,</l>
               <l>
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The God of Love holly foryete,</l>
               <l>That hath thee in ſuch paine ſete,</l>
               <l>And thee in heart tormenteth ſo,</l>
               <l>I cannot ſeen how thou maiſt go</l>
               <l>Other waies thee to gariſoun,</l>
               <l>For daunger, that is ſo feloun,</l>
               <l>Fellie purpoſeth thee to werreie,</l>
               <l>Which is full cruell the ſooth to ſeie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>AND yet of Daunger cometh no blame,</l>
               <l>In reward of my daughter ſhame,</l>
               <l>Which hath the Roſes in her ward,</l>
               <l>As ſhe that may be no muſard,</l>
               <l>And wicked tongue is with theſe two,</l>
               <l>That ſuffreth no man thider goe</l>
               <l>For er a thing be doe he ſhall,</l>
               <l>Where that he commeth over all,</l>
               <l>In fortie places, if it be ſought,</l>
               <l>Saie thing that never was done ne wrought,</l>
               <l>So much treaſon is in his male,</l>
               <l>Of falſeneſſe for to faine a tale,</l>
               <l>Thou dealeſt with angrie folke iwis,</l>
               <l>Wherefore to thee better is,</l>
               <l>From theſe folke away to fare,</l>
               <l>For they woll make thee live in care,</l>
               <l>This is the evill that love they call,</l>
               <l>Wherein there is but folly all,</l>
               <l>For love is folly everie dell</l>
               <l>Who loveth, in no wiſe may do well</l>
               <l>Ne ſet his thought on no good werke,</l>
               <l>His ſchoole he leſeth, if he be a Clerke,</l>
               <l>Or other Craft eke, if that he be,</l>
               <l>He ſhall not thrive therein, for he</l>
               <l>In love ſhall have more paſſioun,</l>
               <l>Than Monke, Hermite, or Chanoun:</l>
               <l>This paine is heard out of meaſure,</l>
               <l>The joy may eke no while endure,</l>
               <l>And in the poſſeſſion,</l>
               <l>Is much tribulation,</l>
               <l>The joy it is ſo ſhort and laſting,</l>
               <l>And but in hap is the getting,</l>
               <l>For I ſee there many in travaile,</l>
               <l>That at laſt foule faile,</l>
               <l>I was nothing thy counſailer,</l>
               <l>When thou were made the homager</l>
               <l>Of God of love ſo haſtely:</l>
               <l>Where was no wiſedome but folly,</l>
               <l>Thine heart was jolly, but not ſage,</l>
               <l>When thou were brought in ſuch a rage,</l>
               <l>To yeeld thee ſo readyly,</l>
               <l>And to Love of his great maiſtrie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I Rede thee Love away to drive,</l>
               <l>That maketh the retch not of thy live,</l>
               <l>* The folly more fro day to day</l>
               <l>Shall growe, but thou it put away,</l>
               <l>Take with thy teeth the bridle faſt,</l>
               <l>To daunt thy heart, and eke the caſt</l>
               <l>If that thou mayeſt, to get the defence</l>
               <l>For to redreſſe thy firſt offence.</l>
               <l>* Who ſo his heart alway woll leve,</l>
               <l>Shall finde emong that ſhall him greve.</l>
               <l>When I her heard thus me chaſtiſe,</l>
               <l>I anſweard in full angrie wife,</l>
               <l>I prayed her ceſſe of her ſpeach,</l>
               <l>Either to chaſtiſe me or teach,</l>
               <l>To bidde me my thought refrein,</l>
               <l>Which Love hath caught in his demein:</l>
               <l>What wene ye Love woll conſent,</l>
               <l>(That me aſſaieth with bowe bent)</l>
               <l>To draw mine heart out of his hond,</l>
               <l>Which is ſo quickly in his bond?</l>
               <l>That ye counſaile, may never bee,</l>
               <l>For when he firſt areſted mee,</l>
               <l>He tooke mine heart ſo ſore him till,</l>
               <l>That it is nothing at my will,</l>
               <l>He tought it ſo him for to obey,</l>
               <l>That he it ſparred with a key.</l>
               <l>I pray you let me be all ſtill,</l>
               <l>For ye may well, if that ye will,</l>
               <l>Your wordes waſt in idleneſſe,</l>
               <l>For utterly withouten geſſe,</l>
               <l>All that ye ſaine is but in vaine,</l>
               <l>Me were lever die in the paine,</l>
               <l>That love to me ward ſhould arette,</l>
               <l>Falſhed or treaſon on me ſette,</l>
               <l>I woll me get pris or blame,</l>
               <l>And Love true to ſave my name,</l>
               <l>Who that me chaſtiſeth, I him hate.</l>
               <l>With that word, Reaſon went her gate,</l>
               <l>When ſhe ſaw for no ſermoning</l>
               <l>She might me fro my folly bring.</l>
               <l>Then diſmayed I left all ſoole,</l>
               <l>Forwearie, forwandred as a foole,</l>
               <l>For I ne knew ne cheriſaunce.</l>
               <l>Then fell into my remembraunce,</l>
               <l>How love bad me to purvey</l>
               <l>A fellow, to whome I might ſey</l>
               <l>My counſaile and my privite,</l>
               <l>For that ſhould much auaile me.</l>
               <l>With that bethought I me, that I</l>
               <l>Had a fellow faſt by,</l>
               <l>True and ſiker, courteous, and hend,</l>
               <l>And he called was by name a Frend,</l>
               <l>A true fellow was no where none,</l>
               <l>In haſt to him I went anone,</l>
               <l>And to him all my woe I told,</l>
               <l>Fro him right nought I would withhold,</l>
               <l>I told him all without were,</l>
               <l>And made my complaint on Daungere,</l>
               <l>How for to ſey he was hidous,</l>
               <l>And to me ward contrarious,</l>
               <l>The which through his cruelte,</l>
               <l>Was in point to have meimed me,</l>
               <l>With Bialacoil, when he me ſey</l>
               <l>Within the gardin walke and pley,</l>
               <l>Fro me he made him for to goe,</l>
               <l>And I be left alone in woe:</l>
               <l>I durſt no longer with him ſpeake,</l>
               <l>For Daunger ſayd he would be wreake,</l>
               <l>When that he ſaw how I went,</l>
               <l>The freſh bothum for to hent,</l>
               <l>If I were hardie to come nere,</l>
               <l>Betweene the haie and the Roſere,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This Friend when he wiſt of thought,</l>
               <l>He diſcomforted me right nought,</l>
               <l>But ſaied fellow, be nat ſo madde,</l>
               <l>Ne ſo abaſhed nor beſtadde,</l>
               <l>My ſelfe I know full well Daungere,</l>
               <l>And how he is fierce of chere,</l>
               <l>At prime temps, Love to manace,</l>
               <l>Full oft I have beene in his caſe,</l>
               <l>
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A felon firſt though that he be,</l>
               <l>After thou ſhalt him ſouple ſee,</l>
               <l>Of long paſſed I knew him wele,</l>
               <l>Vngodly firſt though men him fele,</l>
               <l>He woll meeke after in his bearing</l>
               <l>Been, for ſeruice and obeiſſing,</l>
               <l>I ſhall thee tell what thou ſhalt do:</l>
               <l>Meekely I rede thou go him to,</l>
               <l>Of heart pray him ſpecially</l>
               <l>Of thy treſpace to haue mercy,</l>
               <l>And hote him well here to pleaſe,</l>
               <l>That thou ſhalt neuer more him diſpleaſe,</l>
               <l>* Who can beſt ſerue of flattery,</l>
               <l>Shall pleaſe Daunger moſt vtterly.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>My Friend hath ſaied to me ſo wele,</l>
               <l>That he me eaſeli hath ſomedele,</l>
               <l>And eke allegged of my tourment,</l>
               <l>For through him had I hardement</l>
               <l>Againe to Daunger for to go,</l>
               <l>To preue if I might meeke him ſo.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>TO Daunger came I all aſhamed,</l>
               <l>The which aforne me had blamed,</l>
               <l>Deſiring for to peaſe my wo,</l>
               <l>But ouer hedge durſt I not go:</l>
               <l>For he forbode me the paſſage,</l>
               <l>I found him cruell in his rage,</l>
               <l>And in his hond a great bourdoun,</l>
               <l>To him I kneeled low adoun,</l>
               <l>Full meeke of port, and ſimple of chere,</l>
               <l>And ſaied, ſir, I am comen here</l>
               <l>Onely to aske of you mercy,</l>
               <l>It greeueth me full greatly</l>
               <l>That euer my life I wrathed you,</l>
               <l>But for to amend I am come now,</l>
               <l>With all my might, both loud and ſtill,</l>
               <l>To doen right at your owne will,</l>
               <l>For Loue made me for to do</l>
               <l>That I haue treſpaſſed hiderto,</l>
               <l>Fro whom I ne may withdraw mine hart,</l>
               <l>Yet ſhall I neuer for ioy ne ſmart</l>
               <l>(What ſo befall good or ill)</l>
               <l>Offend more againe your will,</l>
               <l>Leuer I haue endure diſeaſe,</l>
               <l>Than doe that ſhould you diſpleaſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>IYou require, and pray that ye</l>
               <l>Of me haue mercy and pite,</l>
               <l>To ſtint your ire that greueth ſo,</l>
               <l>That I woll ſweare for euermo</l>
               <l>To be redreſſed at your liking</l>
               <l>If I treſpace in any thing,</l>
               <l>Saue that (I pray thee) graunt me</l>
               <l>A thing, that may nat warned be,</l>
               <l>That I may loue all onely,</l>
               <l>None other thing of you aske I:</l>
               <l>I ſhall doen all ywis,</l>
               <l>If of your grace ye graunt me this,</l>
               <l>And ye may not letten mee,</l>
               <l>For well wote ye that loue is free:</l>
               <l>And I ſhall louen ſuch that I will,</l>
               <l>Who euer like it well or ill:</l>
               <l>And yet ne would I not for all Fraunce</l>
               <l>Doe thing to doe you diſpleaſaunce.</l>
               <l>Then Daunger fell in his entent</l>
               <l>For to foryeue his male talent,</l>
               <l>But all his wrath yet at laſt</l>
               <l>He hath releaſed, I praide ſo faſt:</l>
               <l>Shortly (he ſaied) thy requeſt</l>
               <l>Is not too mockell diſhoneſt,</l>
               <l>Ne I woll not werne it thee,</l>
               <l>For yet nothing engreeueth mee:</l>
               <l>For though thou loue thus euermore,</l>
               <l>To me is neither ſoft ne ſore:</l>
               <l>Loue where that thee liſt, what retcheth me,</l>
               <l>So ferre fro my Roſes be:</l>
               <l>Truſt not on me for none aſſaie,</l>
               <l>In any time to paſſe the haie.</l>
               <l>Thus hath he graunted my prayere,</l>
               <l>Then went I forth withouten were</l>
               <l>Vnto my friend, and told him all,</l>
               <l>Which was right ioyfull of my tale,</l>
               <l>(He ſaied) now goeth well thine affaire,</l>
               <l>He ſhall to thee be debonaire,</l>
               <l>Though he aforne was diſpitous,</l>
               <l>He ſhall hereafter be gracious:</l>
               <l>If he were touched on ſome good veine,</l>
               <l>He ſhould yet rewen on thy peine,</l>
               <l>Suffer I rede, and no boaſt make,</l>
               <l>Till thou at good mes maiſt him take.</l>
               <l>* By ſuffraunce, and by words ſoft,</l>
               <l>A man may ouercome oft</l>
               <l>Him that aforne he had in drede,</l>
               <l>In bookes ſoothly as I rede.</l>
               <l>Thus hath my friend with great comfort</l>
               <l>Auaunced me with high diſport,</l>
               <l>Which would me good, as much as I:</l>
               <l>And then anon full ſodainely</l>
               <l>I tooke my leave, and ſtreight I went</l>
               <l>Vnto the hay, for great talent</l>
               <l>I had to ſeene the freſh bothom,</l>
               <l>Wherein lay my ſaluation,</l>
               <l>And Daunger tooke keepe, if that I</l>
               <l>Keepe him couenaunt truely,</l>
               <l>So ſore I drede his manaſing,</l>
               <l>I durſt not breake his bidding,</l>
               <l>For leaſt that I were of him ſhent,</l>
               <l>I brake not his commaundement,</l>
               <l>For to purchaſe his good will,</l>
               <l>It was for to come there till,</l>
               <l>His mercy was too ferre behind</l>
               <l>I kept, for I ne might it find.</l>
               <l>I complained and ſighed ſore,</l>
               <l>And languiſhed euermore,</l>
               <l>For I durſt nat ouergo,</l>
               <l>Vnto the Roſe I loued ſo,</l>
               <l>Throughout my deming vtterly,</l>
               <l>That he had knowledge certainly:</l>
               <l>Then Loue me ladde in ſuch wiſe,</l>
               <l>That in me there was no feintiſe,</l>
               <l>Falſhood, ne no trecherie:</l>
               <l>And yet he full of villanie,</l>
               <l>Of diſdaine, and crueltie,</l>
               <l>On me ne would haue pitie</l>
               <l>His cruell will for to refraine,</l>
               <l>Tho I wept alway, and me complaine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>ANd while I was in this turment,</l>
               <l>Were come of grace, by God ſent,</l>
               <l>Fraunchiſe, and with her Pity,</l>
               <l>Fulfilde the bothum of bounty,</l>
               <l>They go to Daunger anon right</l>
               <l>To ferther me with all her might,</l>
               <l>
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And helpe in word and in deed,</l>
               <l>For well they ſaw that it was need.</l>
               <l>Firſt of her grace dame Fraunchiſe</l>
               <l>Hath taken of this empriſe:</l>
               <l>She ſaied, Daunger great wrong ye do</l>
               <l>To worche this man ſo much wo,</l>
               <l>Or pinen him ſo angerly,</l>
               <l>It is to you great villauy:</l>
               <l>I cannot ſee why ne how</l>
               <l>That he hath treſpaſſed againe you,</l>
               <l>Saue that he loveth, wherefore ye ſhold</l>
               <l>The more in charitie of him hold:</l>
               <l>The force of love maketh him do this,</l>
               <l>Who would him blame he did amis,</l>
               <l>He leueth more than he may do,</l>
               <l>His paine is hard, ye may ſee lo:</l>
               <l>And Love in no wiſe would conſent</l>
               <l>That ye have power to repent,</l>
               <l>For though that quicke ye would him ſlo,</l>
               <l>Fro Love his heart may nat go.</l>
               <l>Now ſweet ſir, it is your eaſe</l>
               <l>Him for to anger or diſeaſe.</l>
               <l>Alas, what may it you auaunce</l>
               <l>To doen to him ſo great greauaunce,</l>
               <l>What worſhip is it againe him take,</l>
               <l>Or on your man a werre make,</l>
               <l>Sith he ſo lowly euery wiſe</l>
               <l>Is ready, as ye luſt deuiſe.</l>
               <l>If Love have caught him in his laas,</l>
               <l>You for to beie in euery caas,</l>
               <l>And been your ſubject at your will,</l>
               <l>Should ye therefore willen him ill,</l>
               <l>Ye ſhould him ſpare more all out,</l>
               <l>Than him that is both proud and ſtout:</l>
               <l>Courteſie would that ye ſuccoure</l>
               <l>Hem that been meeke vnder your cure,</l>
               <l>* His hart is hard that woll not meeke,</l>
               <l>When men of meekeneſſe him beſeeke.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THis is certaine, ſaied Pitie,</l>
               <l>* We ſee oft that Humilitie,</l>
               <l>Both ire, and alſo felonie</l>
               <l>Venquiſheth, and alſo malanchollie,</l>
               <l>To ſtond forth in ſuch dureſſe</l>
               <l>This crueltie and wickedneſſe:</l>
               <l>Wherefore I pray you ſir Daungere</l>
               <l>For to maintaine no lenger here</l>
               <l>Such cruell warre againe your man,</l>
               <l>As wholly yours as euer he can,</l>
               <l>Nor that ye worchen no more wo</l>
               <l>Vpon this caitife that languiſheth ſo,</l>
               <l>Which woll no more to you treſpace,</l>
               <l>But put him wholly in your grace,</l>
               <l>His offence ne was but lite,</l>
               <l>The God of Love it was to wite,</l>
               <l>That he your thrall ſo greatly is,</l>
               <l>And if ye harme him ye doen amis,</l>
               <l>For he hath had full hard pennaunce,</l>
               <l>Sith that ye reft him thaquaintaunce</l>
               <l>Of Bialacoil, his moſt joy,</l>
               <l>Which all his paines might acoy:</l>
               <l>He was before annoyed ſore,</l>
               <l>But then ye doubled him well more,</l>
               <l>For he of bliſſe hath been full bare,</l>
               <l>Sith Bialacoil was fro him fare,</l>
               <l>Love hath to him great diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>He hath no need of more dureſſe:</l>
               <l>Voided from him your ire I rede,</l>
               <l>Ye may not winnen in this dede,</l>
               <l>Maketh Bialacoil repaire againe,</l>
               <l>And haveth pitie vpon his paine,</l>
               <l>For Fraunchiſe woll, and I Pite,</l>
               <l>That mercifull to him ye be,</l>
               <l>And ſith that ſhe and I accorde,</l>
               <l>Have vpon him miſericorde,</l>
               <l>For I you pray, and eke moneſte,</l>
               <l>Nought to refuſen our requeſte:</l>
               <l>For he is hard and fell of thought,</l>
               <l>That for vs two woll doe right nought.</l>
               <l>Daunger ne might no more endure,</l>
               <l>He meeked him vnto meaſure.</l>
               <l>I woll in no wiſe, ſaieth Daungere,</l>
               <l>Denie that ye have asked here:</l>
               <l>It were too great vncourteſie,</l>
               <l>I woll ye have the companie</l>
               <l>Of Bialacoil, as ye deuiſe,</l>
               <l>I woll him let in no wiſe.</l>
               <l>To Bialacoil then went in hie,</l>
               <l>Fraunchiſe, and ſaied full curteſlie:</l>
               <l>Ye have too long be deignous</l>
               <l>Vnto this lover, and daungerous</l>
               <l>For him to withdraw your preſence,</l>
               <l>Which hath do to him great offence,</l>
               <l>That ye not would vpon him ſee,</l>
               <l>Wherefore a ſorrowfull man is hee:</l>
               <l>Shape ye to pay him, and to pleaſe,</l>
               <l>Of my love if ye woll have eaſe,</l>
               <l>Fulfill his will, ſith that ye know</l>
               <l>Daunger is daunted and brought low</l>
               <l>Through helpe of me and of Pite</l>
               <l>You dare no more afterde be.</l>
               <l>I ſhall doe right as ye will</l>
               <l>Saieth Bialacoil, for it is skill,</l>
               <l>Sith Daunger woll that it ſo be,</l>
               <l>Then Fraunchiſe hath him ſent to me.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>BIalacoil at the beginning</l>
               <l>Salued me in his comming,</l>
               <l>No ſtraungeneſſe was in him ſeene,</l>
               <l>No more than he ne had wrathed been,</l>
               <l>As faire ſemblaunt then ſhewed he me,</l>
               <l>And goodly, as aforne did he,</l>
               <l>And by the hond without dout,</l>
               <l>Within the haie right all about,</l>
               <l>He lad me with right good chere,</l>
               <l>All enuiron the vergere,</l>
               <l>That Daungere had me chaſed fro:</l>
               <l>Now have I leave ouer all to go,</l>
               <l>Now am I raiſed at my deuiſe,</l>
               <l>Fro hell vnto Paradiſe.</l>
               <l>Thus Bialacoil of gentleneſſe</l>
               <l>With all his paine and buſineſſe,</l>
               <l>Hath ſhewed me onely of grace</l>
               <l>The efters of the ſwote place.</l>
               <l>I ſaw the Roſe when I was nigh,</l>
               <l>Was greater woxen, and more high,</l>
               <l>Freſh, roddy, and faire of hew,</l>
               <l>Of colour euer iliche new:</l>
               <l>And when I had it long ſeene,</l>
               <l>I ſaw that through the leaues greene</l>
               <l>The Roſe ſpread to ſpanniſhing,</l>
               <l>To ſeene it was a goodly thing,</l>
               <l>But it ne was ſo ſprede on brede,</l>
               <l>That men within might know the ſede,</l>
               <l>
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For it couert was and cloſe</l>
               <l>Both with the leaves and with the Roſe,</l>
               <l>The ſtalke was euen and grene vpright,</l>
               <l>It was thereon a goodly ſight,</l>
               <l>And well the better without wene</l>
               <l>For the ſeed was not ſene,</l>
               <l>Full faire it ſprad the God of bleſſe,</l>
               <l>For ſuch another, as I geſſe,</l>
               <l>Aforne ne was ne more vermaile,</l>
               <l>I was abawed for maruaile,</l>
               <l>For euer the fairer that it was,</l>
               <l>The more I am bounden in loues laas.</l>
               <l>Long I abode there ſooth to ſay,</l>
               <l>Till Bialacoil I gan to pray,</l>
               <l>When that I ſaw him in no wiſe</l>
               <l>To me warnen his ſeruiſe,</l>
               <l>That he me would graunt a thing,</l>
               <l>Which to remember is well ſitting:</l>
               <l>This is to ſaine, that of his grace</l>
               <l>He would me yeue leiſure and ſpace</l>
               <l>To me that was ſo deſirous</l>
               <l>To haue a kiſſing precious</l>
               <l>Of the goodly freſh Roſe,</l>
               <l>That ſo ſweetly ſmelleth in my noſe,</l>
               <l>For if it you diſpleaſed nought,</l>
               <l>I woll gladly, as I haue ſought,</l>
               <l>Haue a kiſſe thereof freely</l>
               <l>Of your yeft, for certainely</l>
               <l>I woll none haue but by your leue;</l>
               <l>So loth me were you for to greue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>HE ſaied, friend ſo God me ſpede,</l>
               <l>Of Chaſtitie I haue ſuch drede,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhouldeſt not warned be for me,</l>
               <l>But I dare not for Chaſtite:</l>
               <l>Againe her dare I not mis do,</l>
               <l>For alway biddeth ſhe me ſo</l>
               <l>To yeue no louer leaue to kiſſe,</l>
               <l>For who thereto may winnen iwiſſe,</l>
               <l>He of the ſurplus of the praie</l>
               <l>May liue in hope to get ſome day,</l>
               <l>For who ſo kiſſing may attaine,</l>
               <l>Of Loues paine hath (ſooth to ſaine)</l>
               <l>The beſt and moſt auenaunt,</l>
               <l>And earneſt of the remenaunt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>OF his anſwere I ſighed ſore,</l>
               <l>I durſt aſſay him tho no more,</l>
               <l>I had ſuch drede to greve him aye,</l>
               <l>* A man ſhould not too much aſſaye</l>
               <l>To chafe his friend out of meaſure,</l>
               <l>Nor put his life in auenture,</l>
               <l>For no man at the firſt ſtroke</l>
               <l>Ne may not fell downe an Oke,</l>
               <l>Nor of the reiſins haue the wine,</l>
               <l>Till grapes be ripe and well a fine,</l>
               <l>Before empreſſed, I you enſure,</l>
               <l>And drawen out of the preſſure:</l>
               <l>But I forpeined wonder ſtrong,</l>
               <l>Though that I abode right long</l>
               <l>And after the kiſſe, in paine and wo,</l>
               <l>Sith I to kiſſe deſired ſo:</l>
               <l>Till that renning on my diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>There come Venus the goddeſſe</l>
               <l>(Which aye werrieth Chaſtite)</l>
               <l>Came of her grace to ſuccour me,</l>
               <l>Whoſe might is know ferre and wide,</l>
               <l>For ſhe is mother of Cupide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe God of Loue, blind as ſtone,</l>
               <l>That helpeth louers many one.</l>
               <l>This lady brought in her right hond</l>
               <l>Of brenning fire a blaſing brond,</l>
               <l>Whereof the flame and hote fire</l>
               <l>Hath many a Lady in deſire</l>
               <l>Of Loue brought, and ſore hette,</l>
               <l>And in her ſeruice her heart is ſette.</l>
               <l>This Lady was of good entaile,</l>
               <l>Right wonderfull of apparaile,</l>
               <l>By her attire ſo bright and ſhene,</l>
               <l>Men might perceiue well and ſene,</l>
               <l>She was not of Religioun:</l>
               <l>Nor I nill make mentioun</l>
               <l>Nor of robe, nor of treaſour,</l>
               <l>Of broche, neither of her rich attour,</l>
               <l>Ne of her girdle about her ſide,</l>
               <l>For that I nill not long abide,</l>
               <l>But knoweth well, that certainely</l>
               <l>She was arraied richely,</l>
               <l>Deuoid of pride certaine ſhe was,</l>
               <l>To Bialacoil ſhe went apaas,</l>
               <l>And to him ſhortely in a clauſe</l>
               <l>She ſaid: ſir, what is the cauſe</l>
               <l>Ye ben of port ſo daungerous</l>
               <l>Vnto this louer, and dainous,</l>
               <l>To graunt him nothing but a kiſſe</l>
               <l>To warne it him ye done amiſſe,</l>
               <l>Sith well ye wot, how that hee</l>
               <l>Is Loues ſeruaunt, as ye may ſee,</l>
               <l>And hath beautie, where through is</l>
               <l>Worthy of Loue to haue the blis:</l>
               <l>How he is ſeemely behold and ſee,</l>
               <l>How he is faire, how he is free,</l>
               <l>How he is ſwote and debonaire,</l>
               <l>Of age young, luſty, and faire,</l>
               <l>There is no Lady ſo hautaine,</l>
               <l>Ducheſſe, Counteſſe, ne Chaſtelaine,</l>
               <l>That I nolde hold her vngodly,</l>
               <l>For to refuſe him vtterly.</l>
               <l>His breath is alſo good and ſwete,</l>
               <l>And eke his lips roddy and mete,</l>
               <l>Onely to plaine, and to kiſſe,</l>
               <l>Graunt him a kiſſe of gentleniſſe.</l>
               <l>His teeth arne alſo white and clene,</l>
               <l>Me thinketh wrong withouten wene,</l>
               <l>If ye now warne him, truſteth me,</l>
               <l>To graunt that a kiſſe haue he,</l>
               <l>The laſſe ye helpe him that ye haſt,</l>
               <l>And the more time ſhull ye waſt.</l>
               <l>When the flame of the very brond</l>
               <l>That Venus brought in her right hond,</l>
               <l>Had Bialacoil with his hete ſmete,</l>
               <l>Anone he had me withouten lete,</l>
               <l>Graunt to me the Roſe kiſſe,</l>
               <l>Then of my paine I gan to liſſe,</l>
               <l>And to the Roſe anon went I,</l>
               <l>And kiſſed it full faithfully:</l>
               <l>There need no man aske if I was blith,</l>
               <l>When the ſauour ſoft and lith</l>
               <l>Stroke to mine heart without more,</l>
               <l>And me allegged of my ſore,</l>
               <l>So was I full of joy and bliſſe,</l>
               <l>It is faire ſuch a floure to kiſſe,</l>
               <l>
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It was ſo ſwote and ſauerous,</l>
               <l>I might not be ſo anguiſhous,</l>
               <l>That I mote glad and jolly be,</l>
               <l>When that I remembre me,</l>
               <l>Yet euer among ſoothly to ſaine,</l>
               <l>I ſuffer noie and much paine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THe ſee may neuer be ſo ſtill,</l>
               <l>That with a little wind at will</l>
               <l>Ouer whelme and tourne alſo,</l>
               <l>As it were wood in wawes go,</l>
               <l>After the calme the trouble ſoone</l>
               <l>Mote follow, and chaunge as the moone.</l>
               <l>Right ſo fareth Love, that ſelde in one</l>
               <l>Holdeth his anker, for right anone</l>
               <l>When they in eaſe wene beſt to live,</l>
               <l>They ben with tempeſt all fordriue:</l>
               <l>Who ſerueth Loue, can tell of wo,</l>
               <l>The ſtoundmele joy mote ouergo,</l>
               <l>Now he hurteth, and now he cureth,</l>
               <l>* For ſelde in o point Love endureth.</l>
               <l>Now is it right me to proceed,</l>
               <l>How Shame gan meddle and take heed,</l>
               <l>Through whom fell angers I have hade,</l>
               <l>And how the ſtrong wall was made,</l>
               <l>And the Caſtle of brede and length,</l>
               <l>That God of Love wan with his ſtrength,</l>
               <l>All this Romance will I ſet,</l>
               <l>And for no thing ne will I let,</l>
               <l>So that it liking to her be,</l>
               <l>That is the floure of beaute,</l>
               <l>For ſhe may beſt my labour quite,</l>
               <l>That I for her Love ſhall endite.</l>
               <l>Wicked tongue, that the couine</l>
               <l>Of euery Lover can deuine</l>
               <l>Worſt, and addeth more ſomdele</l>
               <l>* (For wicked tongue ſaith neuer wele)</l>
               <l>To me ward bare he right great hate,</l>
               <l>Eſpying me early and late,</l>
               <l>Till he hath ſeene the great chere</l>
               <l>Of Bialacoil and me ifere:</l>
               <l>He might not his tongue withſtond</l>
               <l>Worſe to report than he fond,</l>
               <l>He was ſo full of curſed rage,</l>
               <l>It ſat him wele of his linage,</l>
               <l>For him an irous woman bare,</l>
               <l>His tongue was filed ſharpe and ſquare,</l>
               <l>Poiguaunt and right keruing,</l>
               <l>And wonder bitter in ſpeaking,</l>
               <l>For when that he me gan eſpy,</l>
               <l>He ſwore (affirming ſikerly)</l>
               <l>Betweene Bialacoil and me</l>
               <l>Was euill acquaintaunce and priue,</l>
               <l>He ſpake thereof ſo folilie,</l>
               <l>That he awaked Ielouſie,</l>
               <l>Which all afraied in his riſing,</l>
               <l>When that he heard iangling,</l>
               <l>He ran anon as he were wood</l>
               <l>To Bialacoil there that he ſtood,</l>
               <l>Which had leuer in this caas</l>
               <l>Haue ben at Reines or Amias,</l>
               <l>For fote hote in his fellonie,</l>
               <l>To him thus ſaid Ielouſie:</l>
               <l>Why haſt thou ben ſo negligent,</l>
               <l>To keepen, when I was abſent,</l>
               <l>This verger here left in thy ward?</l>
               <l>To me thou haddeſt no regard,</l>
               <l>To truſt (to thy confuſion)</l>
               <l>Him thus, to whom ſuſpection</l>
               <l>I haue right great, for it is nede,</l>
               <l>It is well ſhewed by the dede.</l>
               <l>Great fault in thee now have I found,</l>
               <l>By God anon thou ſhalt be bound,</l>
               <l>And faſt locken in a Toure,</l>
               <l>Without refuite or ſuccoure.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>FOr Shame too long hath be thee fro,</l>
               <l>Ouerſoone ſhe was ago,</l>
               <l>When thou haſt loſt both drede and fere,</l>
               <l>It ſeemed well ſhe was not here,</l>
               <l>She was buſie in no wiſe,</l>
               <l>To keepe thee and chaſtiſe,</l>
               <l>And for to helpen Chaſtite</l>
               <l>To keepe the Roſer, as thinketh me,</l>
               <l>For then this boy knaue ſo boldly,</l>
               <l>Ne ſhould not have be hardy</l>
               <l>In this verge and ſuch game,</l>
               <l>Which now me turneth to great ſhame.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>BIalacoil niſt what to ſay,</l>
               <l>Full faine he would have fled away,</l>
               <l>For feare have hid, nere that he</l>
               <l>All ſuddainly tooke him with me:</l>
               <l>And when I ſaw he had ſo,</l>
               <l>This Ielouſie take vs two,</l>
               <l>I was aſtonied, and knew no rede,</l>
               <l>But fied away for very drede.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then Shame came forth full ſimply,</l>
               <l>She wend have treſpaced full greatly,</l>
               <l>Humble of her port, and made it ſimple,</l>
               <l>Wearing a vaile in ſtede of wimple.</l>
               <l>As Nonnes done in her Abbey,</l>
               <l>Becauſe her heart was in affray,</l>
               <l>She gan to ſpeake within a throw</l>
               <l>To Ielouſie, right wonder low.</l>
               <l>Firſt of the grace ſhe beſought,</l>
               <l>And ſaid: ſir, ne leueth nought</l>
               <l>Wicked tongue, that falſe eſpie,</l>
               <l>Which is ſo glad to faine and lie,</l>
               <l>He hath you made, through flattering,</l>
               <l>On Bialacoil a falſe leaſing:</l>
               <l>His falſeneſſe is not now anew,</l>
               <l>It is too long that he him knew:</l>
               <l>This is not the firſt daie,</l>
               <l>For Wicked tongue hath cuſtome aie,</l>
               <l>Young folkes to bewrie,</l>
               <l>And falſe leſings on hem lie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Yet neuertheleſſe I ſee among,</l>
               <l>That the ſoigne it is ſo long</l>
               <l>Of Bialacoil, hearts to lure,</l>
               <l>In Loves ſeruice for to endure,</l>
               <l>Drawing ſuch folke him to,</l>
               <l>That he hath nothing with to do,</l>
               <l>But in foothneſſe I trow nought,</l>
               <l>That Bialacoil had euer in thought</l>
               <l>To do treſpace or villanie,</l>
               <l>But for his mother Curteſie</l>
               <l>Hath taught him euer to be</l>
               <l>Good of acquaintaunce and priue,</l>
               <l>For he loveth none heauineſſe,</l>
               <l>But mirth and play, and all gladneſſe,</l>
               <l>He hateth all trechous,</l>
               <l>Soleine folke and enuious:</l>
               <l>
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For ye weten how that he</l>
               <l>Woll euer glad and joyfull be</l>
               <l>Honeſtly with folke to pley,</l>
               <l>I have be negligent in good fey</l>
               <l>To chaſtiſe him, therefore now I</l>
               <l>Of heart I crie you here mercy,</l>
               <l>That I haue ben ſo recheles</l>
               <l>To tamen him withouten lees,</l>
               <l>Of my folly I me repent,</l>
               <l>Now woll I hole ſet mine entent</l>
               <l>To keepe both low and ſtill</l>
               <l>Bialacoil to do your will.</l>
               <l>Shame, Shame (ſaid Ielouſy)</l>
               <l>To be bitraſhed great drede haue I.</l>
               <l>Lecherie hath clombe ſo hie,</l>
               <l>That almoſt bleared is mine eie,</l>
               <l>No wonder is, if that drede haue I,</l>
               <l>* Ouer all reigneth Lechery,</l>
               <l>Whoſe might groweth night and dey,</l>
               <l>Both in Cloyſter and in Abbey,</l>
               <l>Chaſtitie is werried ouer all,</l>
               <l>Therefore I woll with ſiker wall</l>
               <l>Cloſe both Roſes and Roſere,</l>
               <l>I have too long in this manere</l>
               <l>Left hem vncloſed wilfully:</l>
               <l>Wherefore I am right inwardly</l>
               <l>Sorrowfull, and repent me,</l>
               <l>But now they ſhall no lenger be</l>
               <l>Vncloſed, and yet I drede ſore,</l>
               <l>I ſhall repent ferthermore,</l>
               <l>For the game goeth all amis,</l>
               <l>Counſaile I muſt new ywis,</l>
               <l>I haue too long truſted thee,</l>
               <l>But now it ſhall no lenger bee:</l>
               <l>* For he may beſt in euery coſt</l>
               <l>Deceiue, that men treſten moſt:</l>
               <l>I ſee well that I am nigh ſhent,</l>
               <l>But if I ſet my full entent</l>
               <l>Remedy to puruey:</l>
               <l>Wherefore cloſe I ſhall the wey</l>
               <l>From hem that woll the Roſe eſpie,</l>
               <l>And come to wait me villonie,</l>
               <l>For in good faith and in trouth</l>
               <l>I woll not let for no ſlouth</l>
               <l>To liue the more in ſikerneſſe,</l>
               <l>Do make anon a fortreſſe.</l>
               <l>Then cloſe the Roſes of good ſauour,</l>
               <l>In middes ſhall I make a tour,</l>
               <l>To put Bialacoil in priſon,</l>
               <l>Forever I drede me of treaſon,</l>
               <l>I trow I ſhall him keepe ſo,</l>
               <l>That he ſhall have no might to go</l>
               <l>About to make companie</l>
               <l>To hem that thinke of villanie,</l>
               <l>Ne to no ſuch as hath ben here</l>
               <l>Aforne, and found in him good chere,</l>
               <l>Which han aſſailed him to ſhend,</l>
               <l>And with her trowandiſe to blend,</l>
               <l>* A foole is eith to beguile,</l>
               <l>But may I liue a little while,</l>
               <l>He ſhall forthinke his faire ſemblaunt.</l>
               <l>And with that word came Drede auaunt,</l>
               <l>Which was abaſhed, and in great fere,</l>
               <l>When he wiſt Ielouſie was there,</l>
               <l>He was for drede in ſuch affray,</l>
               <l>That not a word durſt he ſay,</l>
               <l>But quaking ſtood full ſtill alone</l>
               <l>(Till Ielouſie his way was gone)</l>
               <l>Saue Shame, that him not forſoke,</l>
               <l>Both Drede and ſhe full ſore quoke,</l>
               <l>That at laſt Drede abraide,</l>
               <l>And to his couſin Shame ſaide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Shame (he ſaid) in ſoothfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>To me it is great heauineſſe,</l>
               <l>That the noiſe ſo ferre is go,</l>
               <l>And the ſlaunder of vs two:</l>
               <l>But ſith that it is befall,</l>
               <l>We may it not againe call,</l>
               <l>When once ſprung is a fame:</l>
               <l>For many a yeare withouten blame</l>
               <l>We haue ben, and many a day,</l>
               <l>For many an Aprill and many a May</l>
               <l>We han paſſed, not aſhamed,</l>
               <l>Till Ielouſie hath vs blamed</l>
               <l>Of miſtruſt and ſuſpection</l>
               <l>Cauſeleſſe, without encheſon:</l>
               <l>Go we to Daunger haſtely,</l>
               <l>And let vs ſhew him openly,</l>
               <l>That he hath not aright wrought,</l>
               <l>When that he ſet not his thought</l>
               <l>To keepe better the purpriſe,</l>
               <l>In his doing he is not wiſe.</l>
               <l>He hath to vs do great wrong,</l>
               <l>That hath ſuffred now ſo long</l>
               <l>Bialacoil to have his will</l>
               <l>All his luſtes to fulfill:</l>
               <l>He muſt amend it vtterly,</l>
               <l>Or els ſhall he villanouſly</l>
               <l>Exiled be out of this lond:</l>
               <l>For he the warre may not withſtond</l>
               <l>Of Ielouſie, nor the greefe,</l>
               <l>Sith Bialacoil is at miſcheefe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>TO Daunger Shame and Drede anon</l>
               <l>The right way ben gon:</l>
               <l>The chorle they found hem aforne</l>
               <l>Ligging vnder an hawthorne.</l>
               <l>Vnder his head no pillow was,</l>
               <l>But in the ſtede a truſſe of gras:</l>
               <l>He ſlombred, and a nappe he toke,</l>
               <l>Till Shame pitouſly him ſhoke,</l>
               <l>And great manace on him gan make.</l>
               <l>Why ſleepeſt thou when thou ſhould wake</l>
               <l>(Qd. Shame) thou doſt vs villanie,</l>
               <l>Who truſteth thee, he doth follie,</l>
               <l>To keepe roſes or bothums</l>
               <l>When they be faire in her ſeaſons,</l>
               <l>Thou art woxe too familiere</l>
               <l>Where thou ſhould be ſtraunge of chere,</l>
               <l>Stout of thy port, ready to greue,</l>
               <l>Thou doeſt great folly for to leue</l>
               <l>Bialacoil here in to call</l>
               <l>The yonger man to ſhenden vs all,</l>
               <l>Though that thou ſleepe, we may here</l>
               <l>Of Ielouſie great noiſe here,</l>
               <l>Art thou now late, riſe vp an hye,</l>
               <l>And ſtop ſoone and deliuerlye</l>
               <l>All the gaps of the hay,</l>
               <l>Do no fauour I thee pray,</l>
               <l>It falleth nothing to thy name,</l>
               <l>To make fair ſemblant, were thou maiſt blame.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>IF Bialacoil he ſweet and free,</l>
               <l>Dogged and fell thou ſhouldeſt bee,</l>
               <l>Froward and outragious iwis,</l>
               <l>* A chorle chaungeth that curteis is:</l>
               <l>This haue I heard oft in ſaying,</l>
               <l>* That man may for no daunting</l>
               <l>Make a ſperhauke of a boſarde,</l>
               <l>All men hold thee for muſarde,</l>
               <l>That debonaire haue founden thee,</l>
               <l>It ſitteth thee nought curteis to bee,</l>
               <l>To doe men pleaſaunce or ſeruiſe,</l>
               <l>In thee it is recreaundiſe:</l>
               <l>Let thy werkes ferre and nere</l>
               <l>Be like thy name, which is Daungere.</l>
               <l>Then all akaſhed in ſhewing,</l>
               <l>Anon ſpake Drede, right thus ſaying,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, Daunger I drede me,</l>
               <l>That thou ne wolt beſie be</l>
               <l>To keepe that thou haſt to keepe,</l>
               <l>When thou ſhouldeſt wake, thou art aſleepe:</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt be greeued certainely,</l>
               <l>If thee aſpie Ielouſy,</l>
               <l>Or if he find thee in blame.</l>
               <l>He hath to do aſſailed Shame,</l>
               <l>And chaſed away with great manace</l>
               <l>Bialacoil out of this place,</l>
               <l>And ſweareth ſhortly that he ſhall</l>
               <l>Encloſe him in a ſturdy wall,</l>
               <l>And all is for thy wickedneſſe,</l>
               <l>For that thee faileth ſtraungeneſſe,</l>
               <l>Thine heart I trow he failed all,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt repent in ſpeciall,</l>
               <l>If Ielouſie the ſooth knew,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt forthinke, and ſore rew.</l>
               <l>With that the chorle his clubbe gan ſhake,</l>
               <l>Frouning his eyen gan to make,</l>
               <l>And hidous chere, as man in rage,</l>
               <l>For ire he brent in his viſage,</l>
               <l>When that he heard him blamed ſo,</l>
               <l>He ſaid, out of my witte I go,</l>
               <l>To be diſcomfite I haue great wrong,</l>
               <l>Certes, I haue now liued too long,</l>
               <l>Sith I may not this cloſer keepe,</l>
               <l>All quicke I would be doluen deepe,</l>
               <l>If any man ſhall more repaire</l>
               <l>Into this garden for foule or faire,</l>
               <l>Mine heart for ire gothe afere,</l>
               <l>That I let any entre here,</l>
               <l>I haue doe folly now I ſee,</l>
               <l>But now it ſhall amended be,</l>
               <l>Who ſetteth foot here any more,</l>
               <l>Truly he ſhall repent it ſore,</l>
               <l>For no man more into this place</l>
               <l>Of me to enter ſhall haue grace.</l>
               <l>Lever I had with ſwerds twaine,</l>
               <l>Throughout mine heart, in every vaine</l>
               <l>Perced to be, with many a wound,</l>
               <l>Than ſlouth ſhould in me he ſound:</l>
               <l>From henceforth by night or day,</l>
               <l>I ſhall defend it if I may</l>
               <l>Withouten any exception</l>
               <l>Of each manner condition,</l>
               <l>And if I it any man graunt,</l>
               <l>Holdeth me for recreaunt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THen Daunger on his feet gan ſtond,</l>
               <l>And hent a burdon in his hond,</l>
               <l>Wroth in his ire ne left he nought,</l>
               <l>But through the verger he hath ſought,</l>
               <l>If he might find hole or trace,</l>
               <l>Where through that me mote forth by pace,</l>
               <l>Or any gappe, he did it cloſe,</l>
               <l>That no man might touch a Roſe</l>
               <l>Of the Roſer all about,</l>
               <l>He ſhetteth euery man without.</l>
               <l>Thus day by day Daunger is wers,</l>
               <l>More wonderfull and more diuers,</l>
               <l>And feller eke than euer he was,</l>
               <l>For him full oft I ſing alas,</l>
               <l>For I ne may nought, through his ire</l>
               <l>Recouer that I moſt deſire,</l>
               <l>Mine heart alas woil breſt a two,</l>
               <l>For Bialacoil I wrathed ſo:</l>
               <l>For certainly in euery member</l>
               <l>I quake, when I me remember</l>
               <l>Of the bothum, which I would</l>
               <l>Full oft a day ſeene and behold,</l>
               <l>And when I thinke vpon the kiſſe,</l>
               <l>And how much ioy and bliſſe,</l>
               <l>I had through the ſauour ſwete,</l>
               <l>For want of it I grone and grete,</l>
               <l>Me thinketh I fele yet in my noſe</l>
               <l>The ſweet ſauour of the Roſe,</l>
               <l>And now I wote that I mote go</l>
               <l>So ferre the freſh floures fro,</l>
               <l>To me full welcome were the death,</l>
               <l>Abſence thereof (alas) me ſleath,</l>
               <l>For whylome with this Roſe, alas,</l>
               <l>I touched noſe, mouth, and face,</l>
               <l>But now the death I muſt abide,</l>
               <l>But Loue conſent another tide,</l>
               <l>That ones I touch may and kiſſe,</l>
               <l>I trow my paine ſhall neuer liſſe,</l>
               <l>Thereon is all my couetiſe,</l>
               <l>Which brent my heart in many wiſe.</l>
               <l>Now ſhall repaire againe ſighing,</l>
               <l>Long watch on nights, and no ſleeping,</l>
               <l>Thought in wiſhing, turment, and wo,</l>
               <l>With many a turning to and fro,</l>
               <l>That halfe my paine I cannot tell,</l>
               <l>For I am fallen into hell,</l>
               <l>From paradiſe and wealth, the more</l>
               <l>My turment greueth more and more,</l>
               <l>Annoyeth now the bitterneſſe,</l>
               <l>That I toforne haue felt ſweetneſſe,</l>
               <l>And Wicked tongue, through his falſhede,</l>
               <l>Cauſeth all my wo and drede,</l>
               <l>On me he lieth a pitous charge,</l>
               <l>Becauſe his tongue was too large.</l>
               <l>Now it is time ſhortly that I</l>
               <l>Tell you ſomething of Ielouſie,</l>
               <l>That was in great ſuſpection,</l>
               <l>About him left he no maſon,</l>
               <l>That ſtone could lay, ne querrour,</l>
               <l>He hired hem to make a tour:</l>
               <l>And firſt the Roſes for to keepe,</l>
               <l>About hem made he a ditch deepe,</l>
               <l>Right wonder large, and alſo brode,</l>
               <l>Vpon the which alſo ſtode</l>
               <l>Of ſquared ſtone a ſturdy wall,</l>
               <l>Which on a cragge was founded all,</l>
               <l>And right great thickneſſe eke it bare,</l>
               <l>About it was founded ſquare</l>
               <l>
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An hundred fadome on euery ſide,</l>
               <l>It was all liche long and wide,</l>
               <l>Leaſt any time it were aſſailed,</l>
               <l>Full well about it was battailed,</l>
               <l>And round enuiron eke were ſet</l>
               <l>Full many a rich and faire tournet,</l>
               <l>At euery corner of this wall</l>
               <l>Was ſet a tour full principall,</l>
               <l>And eueriche had without fable</l>
               <l>A portculliſe defenſable</l>
               <l>To keepe off enemies, and to greue,</l>
               <l>That there her force would preue.</l>
               <l>And eke amidde this purpriſe</l>
               <l>Was made a tour of great maiſtriſe,</l>
               <l>A fairer ſaugh no man with ſight,</l>
               <l>Large and wide, and of great might,</l>
               <l>They dradde none aſſaut,</l>
               <l>Of ginne, gonne, nor skaffaut,</l>
               <l>The temprure of the mortere</l>
               <l>Was made of liquour wonder dere,</l>
               <l>Of quicke lime perſaunt and egre,</l>
               <l>The which was tempred with vinegre.</l>
               <l>The ſtone was hard of Adamaunt,</l>
               <l>Whereof they made the foundemaunt,</l>
               <l>The toure was round made in compas,</l>
               <l>In all this world no richer was,</l>
               <l>Ne better ordained therewithall,</l>
               <l>About the tour was made a wall,</l>
               <l>So that betwixt that and the tour,</l>
               <l>Roſes were ſet of ſweet ſauour,</l>
               <l>With many Roſes that they bere,</l>
               <l>And eke within the caſtle were</l>
               <l>Springolds, Gonnes, Bowes, and Archers;</l>
               <l>And eke about at corners</l>
               <l>Men ſeine ouer the wall ſtond</l>
               <l>Great engins, who were nere hond,</l>
               <l>And in the kernels here and there,</l>
               <l>Of arblaſters great plentie were.</l>
               <l>None armour might her ſtroke withſtond,</l>
               <l>It were folly to preaſe to hond,</l>
               <l>Without the ditch were liſtes made,</l>
               <l>With wall battaited large and brade,</l>
               <l>For men and horſe ſhould not attaine</l>
               <l>Too nigh the ditche ouer the plaine,</l>
               <l>Thus Ielouſie hath enuiron,</l>
               <l>Sette about his garniſon</l>
               <l>With wals round, and diche deepe,</l>
               <l>Onely the Roſer for to keepe,</l>
               <l>And Daunger early and late</l>
               <l>The keyes kept of the vtter gate,</l>
               <l>The which opened toward the eaſt,</l>
               <l>And he had with him at leaſt</l>
               <l>Thirtie ſeruaunts echone by name.</l>
               <l>That other gate kept Shame,</l>
               <l>Which opened, as it was couth,</l>
               <l>Toward the part of the South,</l>
               <l>Sergeaunts aſſigned were her to</l>
               <l>Full many, her will for to do.</l>
               <l>Then Drede had in her Baillie</l>
               <l>The keeping of the conſtablerie,</l>
               <l>Toward the North I vnderſtond,</l>
               <l>That opened vpon the left hond,</l>
               <l>The which for nothing may be ſure,</l>
               <l>But if ſhe doe buſie cure</l>
               <l>Early on morrow and alſo late,</l>
               <l>Strongly to ſhette and barre the gate:</l>
               <l>Of euery thing that ſhe may ſee,</l>
               <l>Drede is aferde, where ſo ſhe bee,</l>
               <l>For with a puffe of little wind,</l>
               <l>Drede is aſtonied in her mind,</l>
               <l>Therefore for ſtealing of the Roſe,</l>
               <l>I rede her nat the yate vncloſe,</l>
               <l>A foules flight would make her flee,</l>
               <l>And eke a ſhaddow if ſhe it ſee.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>THen Wicked tongue full of enuie,</l>
               <l>With ſouldiers of Normandie,</l>
               <l>As he that cauſeth all debate,</l>
               <l>Was keeper of the fourth gate,</l>
               <l>And alſo to the tother three,</l>
               <l>He went full oft for to ſee,</l>
               <l>When his lotte was to walke a night,</l>
               <l>His inſtruments would he dight,</l>
               <l>For to blow and make ſoune,</l>
               <l>Ofter than he hath encheſoune,</l>
               <l>And walken oft vpon the wall,</l>
               <l>Corners and wickettes ouer all,</l>
               <l>Full narrow ſearchen and eſpie,</l>
               <l>Though he nought fond, yet would he lie</l>
               <l>Diſcordaunt euer fro armonie,</l>
               <l>And diſſoned from melodie,</l>
               <l>Controue he would, and foule faile,</l>
               <l>With hornepipes of Cornewaile.</l>
               <l>In floites made he diſcordaunce,</l>
               <l>And in his muſicke with miſchaunce,</l>
               <l>He would ſeine with notes new,</l>
               <l>* That he fond no woman trew,</l>
               <l>Ne that he ſaw neuer in his life,</l>
               <l>Vnto her husbond a trew wife:</l>
               <l>Ne none ſo full of honeſte,</l>
               <l>That ſhe nill laugh and merry be,</l>
               <l>When that ſhe heareth or may eſpie</l>
               <l>A man ſpeaken of Lecherie.</l>
               <l>Eueriche of hem hath ſome vice,</l>
               <l>One is diſhoneſt, another is nice,</l>
               <l>If one be full of villanie,</l>
               <l>Another hath a licorous eie,</l>
               <l>If one be full of wantonneſſe,</l>
               <l>Another is a chidereſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus Wicked tong, God yeue him ſhame,</l>
               <l>Can put hem euerichone in blame,</l>
               <l>Without deſert and cauſeleſſe,</l>
               <l>He lieth, though they ben guiltleſſe,</l>
               <l>I have pity to ſeene the ſorrow,</l>
               <l>That waketh both euen and morrow,</l>
               <l>To innocents doth ſuch greuaunce,</l>
               <l>I pray God yeue him euill chaunce,</l>
               <l>That he euer ſo buſie is,</l>
               <l>Of any woman to ſeine amis.</l>
               <l>Eke Ielouſie God confound,</l>
               <l>That hath made a toure ſo round,</l>
               <l>And made about a gariſon,</l>
               <l>To ſette Bialacoil in priſon,</l>
               <l>The which is ſhette there in the tour,</l>
               <l>Full long to hold there ſoiour,</l>
               <l>There for liue in pennaunce,</l>
               <l>And for to do him more greuaunce,</l>
               <l>Which hath ordained Ielouſie,</l>
               <l>And old vecke for to ſpie</l>
               <l>The manner of his gouernaunce,</l>
               <l>The which Deuill in her enfaunce</l>
               <l>Had learned of Loues art,</l>
               <l>And of his plais tooke her part,</l>
               <l>
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She was except in his ſeruiſe,</l>
               <l>She knew each wrenche and euery giſe</l>
               <l>Of Loue, and euery wile,</l>
               <l>It was hard her to beguile.</l>
               <l>Of Bialacoil ſhe tooke aye hede,</l>
               <l>That euer he liueth in wo and drede,</l>
               <l>He kept him coy and eke priue,</l>
               <l>Leaſt in him ſhe had ſee</l>
               <l>Any folly countenance,</l>
               <l>For ſhe knew all the old daunce.</l>
               <l>And after this, when Ielouſie</l>
               <l>Had Bialacoil in his Baillie,</l>
               <l>And ſhette him vp that was ſo free,</l>
               <l>For ſure of him he would bee:</l>
               <l>He truſteth ſore in his caſtell,</l>
               <l>The ſtrong werke him liketh well,</l>
               <l>He dradde nat that no glotons</l>
               <l>Should ſteale his Roſes or bothoms,</l>
               <l>The Roſes weren aſſured all</l>
               <l>Defenced with the ſtrong wall,</l>
               <l>Now Iealouſie full well may be</l>
               <l>Of drede deuoid in liberte,</l>
               <l>Whether that he ſleepe or wake,</l>
               <l>For of his Roſes may none be take.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>BVt I (alas) now mourne ſhall,</l>
               <l>Becauſe I was without the wall,</l>
               <l>Full much dole and mone I made,</l>
               <l>Who had wiſt what wo I hade,</l>
               <l>I trow he would haue had pite,</l>
               <l>Loue too deare had ſold me</l>
               <l>The good that of his loue had I,</l>
               <l>I went about it all queintly,</l>
               <l>But now through doubling of my paine</l>
               <l>I ſee he woll it ſell againe,</l>
               <l>And me a new bargaine lere,</l>
               <l>The which all out the more is dere,</l>
               <l>For the ſollace that I haue lorne,</l>
               <l>Than I had it neuer aforne,</l>
               <l>* Certaine I am full like indeed</l>
               <l>To him that caſt in earth his ſeed,</l>
               <l>And hath ioy of the new ſpringing,</l>
               <l>When it greeneth in the ginning,</l>
               <l>And is alſo faire and freſh of flour,</l>
               <l>Luſtie to ſeene, ſwote of odour,</l>
               <l>But ere he it in his ſheues ſhere,</l>
               <l>May fall a weather that ſhall it dere,</l>
               <l>And make it to fade and fall,</l>
               <l>The ſtalke, the greine, and floures all,</l>
               <l>That to the tillers is fordone,</l>
               <l>The hope that he had too ſoone:</l>
               <l>I drede certaine that ſo fare I,</l>
               <l>For hope and trauaile ſikerly</l>
               <l>Ben me beraft all with a ſtorme,</l>
               <l>The floure nill ſeden of my corne,</l>
               <l>For Loue hath ſo auaunced me,</l>
               <l>When I began my priuite,</l>
               <l>To Bialacoil all for to tell,</l>
               <l>Whom I ne found froward ne fell,</l>
               <l>But tooke agree all whole my play,</l>
               <l>But Loue is of ſo hard aſſay,</l>
               <l>That all at ones he reued me,</l>
               <l>When I weent beſt abouen to haue be.</l>
               <l>* It is of Loue, as of Fortune,</l>
               <l>That chaungeth oft, and nill contune,</l>
               <l>Which whylome woll of folke ſmile,</l>
               <l>And glombe on hem another while,</l>
               <l>* Now friend, now foe, ſhalt her feele,</l>
               <l>For a twinckling tourneth her wheele.</l>
               <l>* She can writhe her head away,</l>
               <l>This is the concourſe of her play,</l>
               <l>She can areiſe that doeth mourne,</l>
               <l>And whirle adoune, and ouertourne</l>
               <l>Who ſitteth higheſt, but as her luſt,</l>
               <l>A foole is he that woll her truſt,</l>
               <l>For it is I that am come doun</l>
               <l>Through charge and reuolutioun,</l>
               <l>Sith Bialacoil mote fro me twin,</l>
               <l>Shette in her priſon yonde within,</l>
               <l>His abſence at mine heart I fele,</l>
               <l>For all my ioy and all mine hele</l>
               <l>Was in him, and in the Roſe,</l>
               <l>That but you will, which him doeth cloſe,</l>
               <l>Open, that I may him ſee,</l>
               <l>Loue woll not that I cured bee</l>
               <l>Of the paines that I endure,</l>
               <l>Nor of my cruell auenture.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>AH, Bialacoil mine owne dere,</l>
               <l>Though thou be now a priſonere,</l>
               <l>Keepe at leaſt thine heart to me,</l>
               <l>And ſuffer not that it daunted be,</l>
               <l>Ne let not iealouſie in his rage,</l>
               <l>Putten thine heart in no ſeruage,</l>
               <l>Although he chaſtice thee without,</l>
               <l>And make thy bodie vnto him lout</l>
               <l>Haue heart as hard as Diamaunt,</l>
               <l>Stedfaſt, and naught pliaunt:</l>
               <l>* In priſon though thy bodie bee</l>
               <l>At large keepe thine heart free,</l>
               <l>A true heart will not plie</l>
               <l>For no mannace that it may drie.</l>
               <l>If Ielouſie doeth thee paine,</l>
               <l>Quite him his while thus againe,</l>
               <l>To venge thee at leaſt in thought,</l>
               <l>If other way thou maieſt nought.</l>
               <l>And in this wiſe ſubtelly</l>
               <l>Worch, and winne the maiſtrie.</l>
               <l>But yet I am in great affray,</l>
               <l>Leaſt thou doe nat as I ſay,</l>
               <l>I drede thou canſt me great maugre,</l>
               <l>That thou empriſoned art for me,</l>
               <l>But that nat for my treſpas,</l>
               <l>For through me neuer diſcouered was</l>
               <l>Yet thing that ought be ſecre:</l>
               <l>Well more annoy is in me,</l>
               <l>Than is in thee of this miſchaunce,</l>
               <l>For I endure more hard pennaunce</l>
               <l>Than any can ſaine or thinke,</l>
               <l>That for the ſorrow almoſt I ſinke,</l>
               <l>When I remember me of my wo,</l>
               <l>Full nigh out of my witte I go.</l>
               <l>Inward mine heart I feele blede,</l>
               <l>For comfortleſſe the death I drede,</l>
               <l>Owe I nat well to haue diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>When falſe, through her wickedneſſe,</l>
               <l>And traitours, that arne enviours,</l>
               <l>To noien me be ſo coragious.</l>
               <l>Ah, Bialacoil full well I ſee,</l>
               <l>That they hem ſhape to deceiue thee,</l>
               <l>To make thee buxum to her law,</l>
               <l>And with her cord thee to draw</l>
               <l>Where ſo hem luſt, right at her will,</l>
               <l>I drede they haue thee brought theretill:</l>
               <l>
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Without comfort, thought me ſleath,</l>
               <l>This game would bring me to my death,</l>
               <l>For if your good will I leſe,</l>
               <l>I mote be dead, I may not cheſe,</l>
               <l>And if that thou foryete me,</l>
               <l>Mine heart ſhall neuer in liking be,</l>
               <l>Nor elswhere find ſollace,</l>
               <l>If I be put out of your grace,</l>
               <l>As it ſhall neuer ben I hope,</l>
               <l>Then ſhould I fall in wanhope.</l>
               <l>Alas, in wanhope, nay parde,</l>
               <l>For I woll neuer diſpaired be,</l>
               <l>If hope me faile, then am I</l>
               <l>Vngracious and vnworthy,</l>
               <l>In hope I woll comforted be,</l>
               <l>For Loue, when he betaught her me,</l>
               <l>Saied, that Hope where ſo I go,</l>
               <l>Should aye be relees to my wo.</l>
               <l>But what and ſhe my bales bete,</l>
               <l>And be to me curteis and ſwete,</l>
               <l>She is in nothing full certaine,</l>
               <l>Louers ſhe put in full great paine,</l>
               <l>And maketh hem with wo to dele,</l>
               <l>Her faire beheſte deceiueth fele,</l>
               <l>For ſhe woll behote ſikerly,</l>
               <l>And failen after vtterly.</l>
               <l>Ah, that is a full noyous thing,</l>
               <l>For many a louer in louing</l>
               <l>Hangeth upon her, and truſteth faſt,</l>
               <l>Which leſe her trauaile at the laſt.</l>
               <l>Of thing to commen ſhe wot right nought,</l>
               <l>Therefore if it be wiſely ſought,</l>
               <l>Her counſaile follie is to take,</l>
               <l>For many times, when ſhe woll make</l>
               <l>A full good ſillogiſme, I drede,</l>
               <l>That afterward there ſhall indede</l>
               <l>Follow an euill concluſion,</l>
               <l>This put me in confuſion,</l>
               <l>* For many times I haue it ſeene,</l>
               <l>That many haue beguiled beene,</l>
               <l>For truſt that they haue ſet in Hope,</l>
               <l>Which fell hem afterward a ſlope.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>BVt natheleſſe yet gladly ſhe would,</l>
               <l>That he that woll him with her hold,</l>
               <l>Had all times her purpoſe clere,</l>
               <l>Without deceit any where,</l>
               <l>That ſhe deſireth ſikerly,</l>
               <l>When I her blamed, I did folly,</l>
               <l>But what auaileth her good will,</l>
               <l>When ſhe ne may ſtaunch my ſtound ill,</l>
               <l>That helpeth little that ſhe may do,</l>
               <l>Or take beheſt vnto my wo:</l>
               <l>* And heſte certaine in no wiſe,</l>
               <l>Without ifete is not to preiſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>* When heſte and deed aſunder vary,</l>
               <l>They doen a great contrary:</l>
               <l>Thus am I poſted vp and doun</l>
               <l>With dole, thought, and confuſioun,</l>
               <l>Of my diſeaſe there is no number,</l>
               <l>Daunger and Shame me encumber,</l>
               <l>Drede alſo, and Ielouſie,</l>
               <l>And wicked Tongue full of enuie,</l>
               <l>Of which the ſharpe and cruell ire</l>
               <l>Full oft me put in great martire,</l>
               <l>They haue my ioy fully let,</l>
               <l>Sith Bialacoil they haue beſhet</l>
               <l>Fro me in priſon wickedly,</l>
               <l>Whom I loue ſo entierly,</l>
               <l>That it woll my bane bee,</l>
               <l>But I the ſooner may him ſee.</l>
               <l>And yet moreouer worſt of all,</l>
               <l>There is ſet to keepe, foule her befall,</l>
               <l>A Rimpled vecke ferre ronne in rage,</l>
               <l>Frouning and yellow in her viſage,</l>
               <l>Which in await lieth day and night,</l>
               <l>That none of him may haue a ſight.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>NOw mote my ſorrow enforced be,</l>
               <l>Full ſooth it is, that Loue yafe me</l>
               <l>Three wonder yefts of his grace,</l>
               <l>Which I haue lorne now in this place,</l>
               <l>Sith they ne may without drede</l>
               <l>Helpen but little, who taketh hede:</l>
               <l>For here auaileth no Sweet thought,</l>
               <l>And Sweet ſpeech helpeth right nought,</l>
               <l>The third was called Sweet Looking,</l>
               <l>That now is lorne without leſing.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Yefts were faire, but nat for thy</l>
               <l>They helpe me but ſimply,</l>
               <l>But Bialacoil looſed bee</l>
               <l>To gone at large and to be free,</l>
               <l>For him my life lieth all in dout,</l>
               <l>But if he come the rather out.</l>
               <l>Alas I trow it woll nat beene,</l>
               <l>For how ſhould I euermore him ſeene?</l>
               <l>He may nat out, and that is wrong,</l>
               <l>Becauſe the toure is ſo ſtrong,</l>
               <l>How ſhould he out, or by whoſe proweſſe</l>
               <l>Of ſo ſtrong a fortereſſe?</l>
               <l>By me certaine it nill be do,</l>
               <l>God wote I haue no with thereto,</l>
               <l>But well I wote I was in rage,</l>
               <l>When I to Loue did homage,</l>
               <l>Who was the cauſe (in ſoothfaſtneſſe)</l>
               <l>But her ſelfe dame Idleneſſe?</l>
               <l>Which me conueide through faire praiers</l>
               <l>To enter into that faire vergere:</l>
               <l>She was to blame me to leue,</l>
               <l>The which now doeth me ſore greue,</l>
               <l>* A fooles word is nought to trow,</l>
               <l>Ne worth an apple for to low,</l>
               <l>Men ſhould hem ſnibbe bitterly,</l>
               <l>At prime temps of his folly:</l>
               <l>I was a foole, and ſhe me leued,</l>
               <l>Through whom I am right nought releued,</l>
               <l>She accompliſhed all my will,</l>
               <l>That now me greueth wonder ill.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>REaſon me ſaied what ſhould fall,</l>
               <l>A foole my ſelfe I may well call,</l>
               <l>That loue aſide I had not laied,</l>
               <l>And trowed that dame Reaſon ſaied.</l>
               <l>Reaſon had both skill and right,</l>
               <l>When ſhe me blamed with all her might</l>
               <l>To meddle of Loue, that hath me ſhent,</l>
               <l>But certaine now I woll repent.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>ANd ſhould I repent? Nay parde,</l>
               <l>A falſe traitour then ſhould I be,</l>
               <l>
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The deuils engins would me take,</l>
               <l>If I love would forſake,</l>
               <l>Or Bialacoil falſly betray,</l>
               <l>Should I at miſcheefe hate him? nay,</l>
               <l>Sith he now for his courteſie</l>
               <l>Is in priſon of Ielouſie,</l>
               <l>Courteſie certaine did he me,</l>
               <l>So much, that it may not yolden be,</l>
               <l>When he the haie paſſen me lete,</l>
               <l>To kiſſe the Roſe, faire and ſwete,</l>
               <l>Should I therefore conne him maugre,</l>
               <l>Nay certainely, it ſhall nat be,</l>
               <l>For Love ſhall neuer (yeue God will)</l>
               <l>Here of me, through word or will,</l>
               <l>Offence or complaint more or leſſe,</l>
               <l>Neither of Hope nor Idleneſſe:</l>
               <l>For certes, it were wrong that I</l>
               <l>Hated hem for her courteſie.</l>
               <l>There is not els, but ſuffer and thinke,</l>
               <l>And waken when I ſhould winke,</l>
               <l>Abide in hope, till loue through chaunce</l>
               <l>Send me ſuccour or allegeaunce,</l>
               <l>Expectaunt aye till I may mete,</l>
               <l>To getten mercie of that ſwete.</l>
               <l>Whilome I thinke how Love to mee</l>
               <l>Saied he would take at gree</l>
               <l>My ſeruice, if vnpatience</l>
               <l>Cauſed me to doen offence:</l>
               <l>He ſaied, in thanke I ſhall it take,</l>
               <l>And high maiſter eke thee make,</l>
               <l>If wickedneſſe ne reue it thee,</l>
               <l>But ſoone I trow that ſhall nat bee.</l>
               <l>Theſe were his words by and by,</l>
               <l>It ſeemed he loved me truely.</l>
               <l>Now is there not but ſerue him wele,</l>
               <l>If that I thinke his thanke to fele,</l>
               <l>My good, mine harme, lithe hole in me,</l>
               <l>In Love may no defaut be,</l>
               <l>For true Love ne failed neuer man:</l>
               <l>Soothly the faute mote needs than</l>
               <l>As God forbide, be found in me,</l>
               <l>And how it commeth, I cannot ſee.</l>
               <l>Now let it gone as it may go,</l>
               <l>Whether Love woll ſuccour me or ſlo,</l>
               <l>He may do hole on me his will,</l>
               <l>I am ſo ſore bound him till,</l>
               <l>From his ſeruice I may not flene,</l>
               <l>For life and death withouten wene</l>
               <l>Is in his hand, I may nat cheſe,</l>
               <l>He may me doe both winne and leſe,</l>
               <l>And ſith ſo ſore he doth me greue,</l>
               <l>Yet if my luſt he would acheue,</l>
               <l>To Bialacoil goodly to be,</l>
               <l>I yeue no force what fell on me:</l>
               <l>For though I die, as I mote nede,</l>
               <l>I pray Love of his goodlyhede,</l>
               <l>To Bialacoil doe gentleneſſe,</l>
               <l>For whom I liue in ſuch diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>That I mote dien for penaunce,</l>
               <l>But firſt, without repentaunce,</l>
               <l>I woll me confeſſe in good entent,</l>
               <l>And make in haſt my Teſtament,</l>
               <l>As louers doen that feelen ſmart:</l>
               <l>To Bialacoil leaue I mine heart</l>
               <l>All hole, without departing,</l>
               <l>Or doubleneſſe of repenting.</l>
            </lg>
            <div type="part">
               <head>¶Coment Raiſon vient a Lamant.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THus as I made my paſſage</l>
                  <l>In complaint, and in cruell rage,</l>
                  <l>And I not where to finde a leche,</l>
                  <l>That couth vnto mine helping eche</l>
                  <l>Suddainely againe comen doun,</l>
                  <l>Out of her toure I ſaw Reaſoun,</l>
                  <l>Diſcreet and wiſe, and full pleaſaunt,</l>
                  <l>And of her port full auenaunt,</l>
                  <l>The right way ſhe tooke to me,</l>
                  <l>Which ſtood in great perplexite</l>
                  <l>That was poſhed in euery ſide,</l>
                  <l>That I niſt where I might abide,</l>
                  <l>Till ſhe demurely ſad of chere</l>
                  <l>Saied to me as ſhe came nere.</l>
                  <l>Mine owne friend, art thou greued,</l>
                  <l>How is this quarrell yet atcheued</l>
                  <l>Of loves ſide? Anone me tell,</l>
                  <l>Haſt thou not yet of Love thy fill?</l>
                  <l>Art thou nat wearie of thy ſeruice?</l>
                  <l>That thee hath in ſuch wiſe.</l>
                  <l>What joy haſt thou in thy louing?</l>
                  <l>Is it ſweet or bitter thing,</l>
                  <l>Canſt thou yet cheſe, let me ſee</l>
                  <l>What beſt thy ſuccour might bee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thou ſerueſt a full noble Lord,</l>
                  <l>That maketh thee thrall for thy reward,</l>
                  <l>Which aye reneweth thy tourment,</l>
                  <l>With folly ſo he hath thee blent,</l>
                  <l>Thou fell in miſcheefe thilke day,</l>
                  <l>When thou diddeſt the ſooth to ſay</l>
                  <l>Obeiſaunce and eke homage</l>
                  <l>Thou wroughteſt nothing as the ſage,</l>
                  <l>When thou became his liege man,</l>
                  <l>Thou diddeſt a great follie than,</l>
                  <l>Thou wiſteſt nat what fell thereto,</l>
                  <l>With what Lord thou haddeſt to do,</l>
                  <l>If thou haddeſt him well know</l>
                  <l>Thou haddeſt nought be brought ſo low,</l>
                  <l>For if thou wiſt what it were,</l>
                  <l>Thou noldeſt ſerue him halfe a yere,</l>
                  <l>Nat a weeke, nor halfe a day,</l>
                  <l>Ne yet an houre without delay,</l>
                  <l>Ne neuer iloved paramours,</l>
                  <l>His Lordſhip is ſo full of ſhours,</l>
                  <l>Knoweſt him ought?</l>
                  <l>Lamaunt. Ye dame parde.</l>
                  <l>Raiſoun. Nay, nay. Lamaunt. Yes I.</l>
                  <l>Raiſoun. Wherefore let ſee.</l>
                  <l>Lamaunt. Of that he ſaied I ſhould be</l>
                  <l>Glad to haue ſuch Lord as (he)</l>
                  <l>And maiſter of ſuch ſeignorie.</l>
                  <l>Raiſoun. Knoweſt him no more?</l>
                  <l>Lamaunt. Nay certes, I</l>
                  <l>Saue that he yafe me rules there,</l>
                  <l>And went his way I niſt where,</l>
                  <l>And I abode bound in ballaunce,</l>
                  <l>Lo there a noble cogniſaunce.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>¶Raiſoun.</head>
               <l>BVt I woll that thou know him now</l>
               <l>Ginning and end, ſith that thou</l>
               <l>
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Art ſo anguiſhous and mate,</l>
               <l>Diſfigured out of aſtate,</l>
               <l>There may no wreche haue more of wo,</l>
               <l>Ne caitife none enduren ſo,</l>
               <l>It were to euery man ſitting,</l>
               <l>Of his Lord haue knowledging:</l>
               <l>For if thou knew him out of dout,</l>
               <l>Lightly thou ſhouldeſt ſcapen out</l>
               <l>Of thy priſon that marreth thee.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>¶Lamaunt.</head>
               <l>YEa dame ſith my Lord is hee,</l>
               <l>And I his man made with mine hond,</l>
               <l>I would right faine vnderſtond</l>
               <l>To know of what kind he be,</l>
               <l>If any would enforme me.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>¶Raiſoun.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>I Would (ſaied Reaſon) thee lere,</l>
                  <l>Sith thou to learne haſt ſuch deſire,</l>
                  <l>And ſhew thee withouten fable</l>
                  <l>A thing that is not demonſtrable,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt withouten ſcience,</l>
                  <l>And know withouten experience</l>
                  <l>The thing that may not knowen bee,</l>
                  <l>Ne wiſt ne ſhewed in no degree,</l>
                  <l>Thou maieſt the ſooth of it not witten,</l>
                  <l>Though in thee it were written,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt not know thereof more,</l>
                  <l>While thou art ruled by his lore,</l>
                  <l>But vnto him that loue woll flie,</l>
                  <l>The knotte may vnloſed be,</l>
                  <l>Which hath to thee, as it is found,</l>
                  <l>So long to knitte and not unbound,</l>
                  <l>Now ſet well thine entention,</l>
                  <l>To heare of Loue the deſcription.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>LOue it is an hatefull pees,</l>
                  <l>A free acquitaunce without relees,</l>
                  <l>And through the fret full of falſhede,</l>
                  <l>A ſikerneſſe all ſet in drede,</l>
                  <l>In heart is a deſpairing hope,</l>
                  <l>And full of hope it is wanhope,</l>
                  <l>Wiſe Woodneſſe, and void Reaſoun,</l>
                  <l>A Sweet perill in to droun,</l>
                  <l>An heauie burthen light to beare,</l>
                  <l>A wicked wawe away to weare.</l>
                  <l>It is Caribdes perillous,</l>
                  <l>Diſagreeable and gracious,</l>
                  <l>It is diſcordaunce that can accord,</l>
                  <l>And accordaunce to diſcord,</l>
                  <l>It is conning without ſcience,</l>
                  <l>Wiſedome without ſapience,</l>
                  <l>Witte without diſcretion,</l>
                  <l>Hauoire without poſſeſſion,</l>
                  <l>It is like heale and hole ſickeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>A truſt drowned and dronkenneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And health full of maladie,</l>
                  <l>And Charitie full of enuie,</l>
                  <l>And anger full of aboundance,</l>
                  <l>And a greedie ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Delight right full of heauineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And dreried full of gladneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Bitter ſweetneſſe and ſweet errour,</l>
                  <l>Right euill ſauoured good ſauour,</l>
                  <l>Sin that pardon hath within,</l>
                  <l>And pardon ſpotted without ſin,</l>
                  <l>A palne alſo it is ioyous,</l>
                  <l>And fellonie right pitous,</l>
                  <l>Alſo play that ſelde is ſtable,</l>
                  <l>And ſtedfaſt right meuable,</l>
                  <l>A ſtrength weiked to ſtond vpright,</l>
                  <l>And feebleneſſe full of might,</l>
                  <l>Witte unauiſed, ſage follie,</l>
                  <l>And ioy full of tourmentrie,</l>
                  <l>A laughter it is weeping aie,</l>
                  <l>Reſt that trauaileth night and daie,</l>
                  <l>Alſo a ſweete hell it is,</l>
                  <l>And a ſorrowfull Paradis,</l>
                  <l>A pleaſaunt gaile and eaſie priſoun,</l>
                  <l>And full of Froſt Summer ſeaſoun,</l>
                  <l>Prime temps full of Froſtes white,</l>
                  <l>And Maie deuoid of all delite,</l>
                  <l>With ſeer braunches, bloſſoms vngrene,</l>
                  <l>And new fruit filled with Winter tene,</l>
                  <l>It is a ſlowe may nat forbeare,</l>
                  <l>Ragges ribaned with gold to weare:</l>
                  <l>* For alſo well woll loue be ſette</l>
                  <l>Vnder ragges as rich rotchette,</l>
                  <l>And eke as well by amorettes</l>
                  <l>In mourning blacke, as bright burnettes,</l>
                  <l>For none is of ſo mokell priſe,</l>
                  <l>Ne no man founden ſo wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Ne none ſo high of parage,</l>
                  <l>Ne no manne found of witte ſo ſage,</l>
                  <l>No man ſo hardie ne ſo wight,</l>
                  <l>Ne no man of ſo mokell might,</l>
                  <l>None ſo fulfilled of bounte,</l>
                  <l>That he with Loue may daunted be,</l>
                  <l>All the world holdeth this way,</l>
                  <l>Loue maketh all to gone miſway,</l>
                  <l>But it be they of euill life,</l>
                  <l>Whom Genius curſed man and wife,</l>
                  <l>That wrongly werke againe nature,</l>
                  <l>None ſuch I loue, ne haue no cure</l>
                  <l>Of ſuch as loues ſeruaunts beene,</l>
                  <l>And woll nat by my counſaile fleene,</l>
                  <l>For I ne preiſe that louing,</l>
                  <l>Wherethrough man at the laſt ending</l>
                  <l>Shall call hem wretches full of wo,</l>
                  <l>Loue greueth hem and ſhendeth ſo,</l>
                  <l>But if thou wolt well loue eſchew,</l>
                  <l>For to eſcape out of his mew,</l>
                  <l>And make all whole the ſorrow to ſlake</l>
                  <l>No better counſaile maieſt thou take,</l>
                  <l>Than thinke to fleen well iwis,</l>
                  <l>May nought helpe els: for wit thou this,</l>
                  <l>* If thou flye it, it ſhall flye thee,</l>
                  <l>Follow it, and followen ſhall it thee.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>¶Lamaunt.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>WHen I had heard Reaſon ſain,</l>
                  <l>Which had ſpilt her ſpeech in vain:</l>
                  <l>Dame (ſayd I) I dare well ſay</l>
                  <l>Of this auaunt me well I may</l>
                  <l>That from your ſchoole ſo deuiaunt</l>
                  <l>I am, that neuer the more auaunt.</l>
                  <l>Right nought am I through your doctrine,</l>
                  <l>I dull vnder your diſcipline,</l>
                  <l>I wote no more than wiſt euer</l>
                  <l>To me ſo contrarie and ſo fer</l>
                  <l>
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Is euerie thing that ye me lere,</l>
                  <l>And yet I can it all by partuere:</l>
                  <l>Mine heart foyeteth thereof right nought,</l>
                  <l>It is ſo writen in my thought,</l>
                  <l>And deepe grauen it is ſo tender</l>
                  <l>That all by heart I can it render,</l>
                  <l>And rede it ouer communely,</l>
                  <l>But to my ſelfe lewdeſt am I.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>BVt ſith ye Love diſcriuen ſo</l>
                  <l>And lacke and preiſe it both two</l>
                  <l>Defineth it into this Letter,</l>
                  <l>That I may thinke on it the better:</l>
                  <l>For I heard neuer defined here,</l>
                  <l>And wilfully I would it lere.</l>
                  <l>* If Love be ſearched well and ſought</l>
                  <l>It is a ſickeneſſe of the thought</l>
                  <l>Annexed and knedde betwixt tweine,</l>
                  <l>With male and female with o cheine,</l>
                  <l>So freely that bindeth, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> they nill twinne,</l>
                  <l>Wheder ſo thereof they leſe or winne,</l>
                  <l>The roote ſpringeth through hot brenning</l>
                  <l>Into diſordinate deſiring,</l>
                  <l>For to kiſſen and embrace,</l>
                  <l>And at her luſt them to ſolace,</l>
                  <l>Of other thing love retcheth nought</l>
                  <l>But ſetteth her heart and all her thought,</l>
                  <l>More for delectatioun</l>
                  <l>Than any procreatioun</l>
                  <l>Of other fruit by engendrure:</l>
                  <l>Which love, to God is not pleaſure,</l>
                  <l>For of her body fruit to get</l>
                  <l>They yeue no force, they are ſo ſet</l>
                  <l>Vpon delight to play in fere.</l>
                  <l>And ſome have alſo this manere,</l>
                  <l>To fainen hem for Love ſeke,</l>
                  <l>Such love I preiſe not at a leke,</l>
                  <l>* For Paramours they doe but faine,</l>
                  <l>To love truely they diſdaine,</l>
                  <l>They falſen Ladies traitorouſly,</l>
                  <l>And ſwerne hem othes vtterly,</l>
                  <l>With many a leaſing, and many a fable,</l>
                  <l>And all the finden deceiuable.</l>
                  <l>And when they han her luſt getten</l>
                  <l>The hote ernes they all foryetten,</l>
                  <l>Women the harme buyen full ſore:</l>
                  <l>But men thus thinke<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> euermore,</l>
                  <l>* The laſſe harme is, ſo mote I thee,</l>
                  <l>Deceiue them, than deceiued be.</l>
                  <l>And namely where they ne may</l>
                  <l>Find none other meane way.</l>
                  <l>For I wote well in ſoothfaſtneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That who doeth now his buſineſſe</l>
                  <l>With any woman for to dele,</l>
                  <l>For any luſt that he may fele,</l>
                  <l>But if it be for engendru<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e,</l>
                  <l>He doth treſpaſſe I you enſure:</l>
                  <l>For he ſhould ſetten all his will</l>
                  <l>To getten a likely thing him till,</l>
                  <l>And to ſuſtaine, if he might,</l>
                  <l>And keepe forth by kindes right</l>
                  <l>His owne likeneſſe and ſemblable:</l>
                  <l>For becauſe all is corrumpable</l>
                  <l>And faile ſhould ſucceſſion</l>
                  <l>Ne were there generation,</l>
                  <l>Our ſectes ſterne for to ſaue,</l>
                  <l>When father or mother arne in graue,</l>
                  <l>Her children ſhould, when they been dead,</l>
                  <l>Full diligent been in her ſtead</l>
                  <l>To vſe that worke on ſuch a wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That one may through another riſe.</l>
                  <l>Therefore ſet kinde therein delight,</l>
                  <l>For men therein ſhould hem delight,</l>
                  <l>And of that deed be not erke,</l>
                  <l>But oft ſithes haunt that werke:</l>
                  <l>For none would draw thereof a draught</l>
                  <l>Ne were delight, which hath hem caught,</l>
                  <l>This had ſubtill dame Nature:</l>
                  <l>For none goeth right I thee enſure</l>
                  <l>Ne hath entent hoole ne perfite,</l>
                  <l>For her deſire is for delite,</l>
                  <l>The which fortened creaſe and eke</l>
                  <l>The play of Love, for oft ſeeke</l>
                  <l>And thrall hem ſelfe they be ſo nice</l>
                  <l>Vnto the Prince of euerie vice:</l>
                  <l>* For of each ſinne it is the roote</l>
                  <l>Vnlefull luſt, though it be ſoote,</l>
                  <l>And of all euill the racine,</l>
                  <l>As Tullius can determine,</l>
                  <l>Which in his time was full ſage,</l>
                  <l>In a booke he made of age,</l>
                  <l>Where that more he praiſeth Elde</l>
                  <l>Though he be crooked and vnwelde,</l>
                  <l>And more of commendatioun:</l>
                  <l>Then youth in his diſcriptioun:</l>
                  <l>For Youth ſet both man and wife</l>
                  <l>In all perill of ſoule and life.</l>
                  <l>And perill is, but men have grace,</l>
                  <l>The perill of Youth for to pace,</l>
                  <l>Without any death or diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>It is ſo full of wildneſſe</l>
                  <l>So oft it doeth ſhame and domage</l>
                  <l>To him or to his linage,</l>
                  <l>It leadeth man, now vp now doun</l>
                  <l>In mokell diſſolutioun,</l>
                  <l>And maketh him love euill companie,</l>
                  <l>And lead his life diſrulilie,</l>
                  <l>And halt him payd with none eſtate</l>
                  <l>Within himſelfe is ſuch debate,</l>
                  <l>He chaungeth purpoſe and entent,</l>
                  <l>And yalt into ſome couent,</l>
                  <l>To liuen after her empriſe,</l>
                  <l>And leeſeth freedome and fraunchiſe,</l>
                  <l>That nature in him had ſet,</l>
                  <l>The which againe he may not get,</l>
                  <l>If he there make his manſion,</l>
                  <l>For to abide profeſſion,</l>
                  <l>Though for a time his heart abſent</l>
                  <l>It may not faile, he ſhall repent,</l>
                  <l>And eke abide thilke day,</l>
                  <l>To leaue his abite, and gone his way,</l>
                  <l>And leaſeth his worſhip and his name,</l>
                  <l>And dare not come againe for ſhame,</l>
                  <l>But all his life he doth ſo mourne,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe he dare not home retourne,</l>
                  <l>Freedome of kinde ſo loſt hath he</l>
                  <l>That neuer may recured be,</l>
                  <l>But that if God him graunt grace</l>
                  <l>That he may, er he hence pace,</l>
                  <l>Conteine vnder obedience</l>
                  <l>Through the vertue of patience.</l>
                  <l>For Youth ſet man in all follie,</l>
                  <l>In vnthrift and in ribaudrie,</l>
                  <l>
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In lecherie, and in outrage,</l>
                  <l>So oft it chaungeth of courage.</l>
                  <l>Youth ginneth oft ſuch bargaine,</l>
                  <l>That may not end without paine.</l>
                  <l>In great perill is ſet Youth hede</l>
                  <l>Delight ſo doeth his bridell lede,</l>
                  <l>Delight this hangeth, drede thee nought,</l>
                  <l>Both mannes bodie and his thought,</l>
                  <l>Onely through Youthes chambere,</l>
                  <l>That to doen evill is cuſtomere,</l>
                  <l>And of naught elſe taketh hede,</l>
                  <l>But onely follies for to lede</l>
                  <l>Into diſport and wildeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>So is froward from ſadneſſe,</l>
                  <l>But Elde draweth hem therefro,</l>
                  <l>Who wote it not, he may well go,</l>
                  <l>And mo of them, that now arne old,</l>
                  <l>That whilom Youth had in hold,</l>
                  <l>Which yet remembreth of tender age</l>
                  <l>How it him brought in many a rage,</l>
                  <l>And many a follie therein wrought:</l>
                  <l>But now y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Elde hath him through ſought</l>
                  <l>They repent hem of her follie,</l>
                  <l>That Youth hem put in jeopardie,</l>
                  <l>In perill and in much woe,</l>
                  <l>And made hem oft amiſſe to doe,</l>
                  <l>And ſewen evill companie</l>
                  <l>Riot and advoutrie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>BVt Elde gan againe reſtraine</l>
                  <l>From ſuch follie, and refraine</l>
                  <l>And ſet men by her ordinaunce</l>
                  <l>In good rule and governaunce,</l>
                  <l>But evil ſhe ſpendeth her ſerviſe,</l>
                  <l>For no man woll her love, neither preiſe,</l>
                  <l>She is hated, this wote I wele,</l>
                  <l>Her acquaintance would no man fele,</l>
                  <l>Ne han of Elde companie,</l>
                  <l>Men hate to be of her alie,</l>
                  <l>For no man would becommen old,</l>
                  <l>Ne die, when he is young and bold,</l>
                  <l>And Elde maruaileth right greatly,</l>
                  <l>When they remember hem inwardly</l>
                  <l>Of many a perillous empriſe</l>
                  <l>Which that they wrought in ſundry wiſe,</l>
                  <l>However they might without blame</l>
                  <l>Eſcape away without ſhame,</l>
                  <l>In youth without domage</l>
                  <l>Or reprefe of her linage,</l>
                  <l>Loſſe of member, ſhedding of blood,</l>
                  <l>Perill of death, or loſſe of good,</l>
                  <l>Woſt thou nat where youth abit,</l>
                  <l>That men ſo preiſen in her wit?</l>
                  <l>With Delight ſhe halt ſojour,</l>
                  <l>For both they dwellen in o tour,</l>
                  <l>As long as youth is in ſeaſon,</l>
                  <l>They dwellen in one manſion:</l>
                  <l>Delight, of Youth woll have ſerviſe</l>
                  <l>To doe what ſo he woll deviſe,</l>
                  <l>And Youth is readie evermore</l>
                  <l>For to obey, for ſmert or ſore,</l>
                  <l>Vnto Delight, and him to yeve</l>
                  <l>Her ſerviſe, while that ſhe may live.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Where Elde abitte, I woll thee tell</l>
                  <l>Shortly, and no while dwell,</l>
                  <l>For thider behoveth thee to go</l>
                  <l>If death in youth thee not ſlo:</l>
                  <l>Of this journey thou mayſt not faile,</l>
                  <l>With her labour and trauaile,</l>
                  <l>Lodged keen with ſorrow and wo,</l>
                  <l>That never out of her Court go:</l>
                  <l>Paine and diſtreſſe, ſickeneſſe, and ire,</l>
                  <l>And melancholly that angrie ſire,</l>
                  <l>Ben of her pale is ſenatours,</l>
                  <l>Groning and grutching, her herbegeours,</l>
                  <l>The day and night her to tourment</l>
                  <l>With cruell death they her preſent,</l>
                  <l>And tellen her erltch and late</l>
                  <l>That death ſtondeth armed at her gate:</l>
                  <l>Then bring they to her remembraunce</l>
                  <l>The folly deedes of her enfaunce,</l>
                  <l>Which cauſen her to mourne in wo</l>
                  <l>That youth hath her beguiled ſo</l>
                  <l>Which ſodainly away is ha<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ted,</l>
                  <l>She weeped the time that ſhe hath waſted,</l>
                  <l>Complaining of the preteritte,</l>
                  <l>And the preſent, that nat abitte,</l>
                  <l>And of her old vanitee</l>
                  <l>That but aforne her ſhe may ſee,</l>
                  <l>In the future ſome ſuccour,</l>
                  <l>To leggen her of her dolour</l>
                  <l>To graunt her time of repentaunce,</l>
                  <l>For her ſinnes to doe penaunce,</l>
                  <l>And at the laſt ſo her gouerne</l>
                  <l>To winne the joy that is eterne,</l>
                  <l>Fro which goe backeward youth he made</l>
                  <l>In vanitie to drowne and wade,</l>
                  <l>* For preſent time abideth nought,</l>
                  <l>It is more ſwift than any thought,</l>
                  <l>So little while it doth endure</l>
                  <l>That there nis compt ne meaſure.</l>
                  <l>But how that ever the game go</l>
                  <l>Who liſt to love joy and mirth alſo</l>
                  <l>Of love, be it he or ſhe,</l>
                  <l>Hie or low who it be,</l>
                  <l>In fruite they ſhould hem delite,</l>
                  <l>Her part they may not elſe quite,</l>
                  <l>To ſave hem ſelfe in honeſte,</l>
                  <l>And yet full many one I ſee</l>
                  <l>Of women, ſoothly for to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>That deſire and would faine</l>
                  <l>The play of Love, they be ſo wilde</l>
                  <l>And not covet to go with childe:</l>
                  <l>And if with childe they be perchaunce</l>
                  <l>They woll it hold a great miſchaunce,</l>
                  <l>But whatſoever woe they fele,</l>
                  <l>They woll not plaine, but concele,</l>
                  <l>But if it be any foole or nice,</l>
                  <l>In whome that ſhame hath no juſtice,</l>
                  <l>For to Delight eachone they draw,</l>
                  <l>That haunt this worke both hie and law,</l>
                  <l>Save ſuch that arne worth right nought,</l>
                  <l>That for money woll be bought,</l>
                  <l>* Such love I preiſe in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>When it is given for covetiſe</l>
                  <l>* I praiſe no woman, though ſhe be wood</l>
                  <l>That yeveth her ſelfe for any good:</l>
                  <l>For little ſhould a man tell</l>
                  <l>Of her, that will her bodie ſell,</l>
                  <l>Be ſhe maid, be ſhe wife,</l>
                  <l>That quicke woll ſell her by her life,</l>
                  <l>
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How faire chere that ever ſhe make,</l>
                  <l>He is a wretch I undertake</l>
                  <l>That loved ſuch one, for ſweete or ſoure,</l>
                  <l>Though ſhe him called her Paramoure,</l>
                  <l>And laugheth on him, &amp; maketh him feaſt,</l>
                  <l>For certainly no ſuch beaſt</l>
                  <l>To be loved is not worthy</l>
                  <l>Or beare the name of Drury,</l>
                  <l>None ſhould her pleaſe, but he wer wood,</l>
                  <l>That woll diſpoile him of his good:</l>
                  <l>Yet natheleſſe I woll not ſay</l>
                  <l>That ſhe for ſolace and for play,</l>
                  <l>May a Iewell or other thing</l>
                  <l>Take of her Loves free yeving:</l>
                  <l>But that ſhe aske in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>For drede of ſhame, or covetiſe.</l>
                  <l>And ſhe of hers may him certaine</l>
                  <l>Without ſlaunder yeven againe,</l>
                  <l>And joyne her hearts togither ſo</l>
                  <l>In Love, and take and yeve alſo.</l>
                  <l>Trow not that I will hem twinne,</l>
                  <l>When in her love there is no ſinne,</l>
                  <l>I woll that they together go,</l>
                  <l>And done all that they han ado,</l>
                  <l>As curtes ſhould and debonaire,</l>
                  <l>And in her love beren hem faire,</l>
                  <l>Without vice, both he and ſhe,</l>
                  <l>So that alway in honeſte,</l>
                  <l>Fro folly love to keepe hem clere</l>
                  <l>That brenneth herts with his fere,</l>
                  <l>And that her love in any wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Be devoide of Covetiſe.</l>
                  <l>* Good love ſhould engendred be</l>
                  <l>Of true heart, juſt, and ſecree,</l>
                  <l>And not of ſuch as ſet her thought</l>
                  <l>To have her luſt, and elſe nought:</l>
                  <l>So are they caught in Loves lace,</l>
                  <l>Truly for bodily ſolace,</l>
                  <l>Fleſhly delight is ſo preſent</l>
                  <l>With thee, that ſet all thine entent,</l>
                  <l>Without more, what ſhould I gloſe,</l>
                  <l>For to get and have the Roſe,</l>
                  <l>Which maketh thee ſo mate and wood</l>
                  <l>That thou deſireſt none other good,</l>
                  <l>But thou art not an inch the nerre,</l>
                  <l>But ever abideſt in ſorrow and werre,</l>
                  <l>As in thy face it is ſeene,</l>
                  <l>It maketh thee both pale and leene,</l>
                  <l>Thy might, thy vertue goeth away:</l>
                  <l>* A ſorry gueſt (in good fay)</l>
                  <l>Thou harboureſt in thine Inne</l>
                  <l>The God of Love when thou let inne:</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I read thou ſhette him out,</l>
                  <l>Or he ſhall greve thee out of dout,</l>
                  <l>For to thy profite it woll tourne,</l>
                  <l>If he no more with thee ſojourne.</l>
                  <l>In great miſchiefe and ſorrow ſonken,</l>
                  <l>Ben hearts, that of Love arne dronken,</l>
                  <l>As thou peraventure knowen ſhall,</l>
                  <l>When thou haſt loſt the time all,</l>
                  <l>And ſpent thy thought in idleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>In waſt, and wofull luſtineſſe:</l>
                  <l>If thou maieſt live the time to ſee</l>
                  <l>Of love for to delivered bee,</l>
                  <l>Thy time thou ſhalt beweepe ſore</l>
                  <l>The which never thou mayeſt reſtore:</l>
                  <l>* For time loſt, as men may ſee,</l>
                  <l>For nothing may recovered bee,</l>
                  <l>And if thou ſcape, yet at laſt,</l>
                  <l>Fro love that hath thee ſo faſt</l>
                  <l>Knitte and bounden in his lace,</l>
                  <l>Certaine I hold it but a grace,</l>
                  <l>For many one as it is ſeine</l>
                  <l>Have loſt, and ſpent alſo in veine</l>
                  <l>In his ſerviſe without ſuccour</l>
                  <l>Bodie and ſoule, good, and treaſour,</l>
                  <l>Wit, and ſtrength, and eke richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Of which they had never redreſſe.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>¶Lamant.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THus taught and preached hath Reaſon,</l>
                  <l>But Love ſpilt her Sermon,</l>
                  <l>That was ſo imped in my thought,</l>
                  <l>That her doctrine I ſet at nought,</l>
                  <l>And yet ne ſayd ſhe never a dele,</l>
                  <l>That I ne underſtood it wele,</l>
                  <l>Word by word the matter all,</l>
                  <l>But unto Love I was ſo thrall,</l>
                  <l>Which calleth over all his praie,</l>
                  <l>He chaſeth ſo my thought aie,</l>
                  <l>And holdeth mine heart under his ſele,</l>
                  <l>As truſtie and true as any ſtele:</l>
                  <l>So that no devotion</l>
                  <l>Ne had I in the Sermon</l>
                  <l>Of dame Reaſon, ne of her rede</l>
                  <l>I tooke no ſoiour in mine hede.</l>
                  <l>For all yede out at one ere</l>
                  <l>That in that other ſhe did lere,</l>
                  <l>Fully on me ſhe loſt her lore</l>
                  <l>Her ſpeech me greeved wonder ſore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>THat unto her for ire I ſaid</l>
                  <l>For anger, as I did abraid:</l>
                  <l>Dame, and is it your will algate,</l>
                  <l>That I not Love, but that I hate</l>
                  <l>All men, as ye me teach,</l>
                  <l>For if I doe after your ſpeach,</l>
                  <l>Sith that you ſeine Love is not good,</l>
                  <l>Then muſt I needs ſay with mood</l>
                  <l>If I it leve, in hatred aie</l>
                  <l>Liven, and void love awaie,</l>
                  <l>From me a ſinfull wretch,</l>
                  <l>Hated of all that tetch,</l>
                  <l>I may not go none other gate,</l>
                  <l>For either muſt I love or hate,</l>
                  <l>And if I hate men of new,</l>
                  <l>More than Love it woll me rew</l>
                  <l>As by your preching ſeemeth mee</l>
                  <l>For Love nothing ne praiſeth thee</l>
                  <l>Ye yeve good counſaile ſikerly</l>
                  <l>That precheth me all day, that I</l>
                  <l>Should not loues lore alowe,</l>
                  <l>He were a foole woulde you not trowe?</l>
                  <l>In Speech alſo ye han me taught,</l>
                  <l>Another Love that knowne is naught</l>
                  <l>Which I have heard you not repreve,</l>
                  <l>To love each other by your leve,</l>
                  <l>If ye would diffine it mee,</l>
                  <l>I would gladly here to ſee,</l>
                  <l>At the leaſt if I may lere</l>
                  <l>Of ſundrie Love the manere.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
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               <head>¶Raiſon.</head>
               <l>CErtes friend, a foole art thou</l>
               <l>When that thou nothing wilt allow</l>
               <l>That I for thy profite ſay:</l>
               <l>Yet woll I ſay thee more in fay,</l>
               <l>For I am readie at the leeſt,</l>
               <l>To accompliſh thy requeſt,</l>
               <l>But I not where it woll auaile,</l>
               <l>In vaine perauenture I ſhall trauaile:</l>
               <l>Loue there is in ſundrie wiſe,</l>
               <l>As I ſhall thee here deuiſe.</l>
               <l>For ſome Loue lefull is and good,</l>
               <l>I meane not that which maketh thee wood,</l>
               <l>And bringeth thee in many a fitte,</l>
               <l>And rauiſheth fro thee all thy witte,</l>
               <l>It is ſo maruailous and queint,</l>
               <l>With ſuch loue be no more aquaint.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>¶Comment Raiſon diffiniſt Aunſete.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>LOue of frendſhip alſo there is</l>
                  <l>Which maketh no man done amis,</l>
                  <l>Of will knitte betwixt two,</l>
                  <l>That woll not breake for wele ne wo,</l>
                  <l>Which long is likely to continue,</l>
                  <l>When will and goods been in commune,</l>
                  <l>Grounded by Gods ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>Hoole without diſcordaunce,</l>
                  <l>With hem holding commaunce</l>
                  <l>Of all her good in charite,</l>
                  <l>That there be none exceptioun,</l>
                  <l>Through chaunging of ententioun,</l>
                  <l>That each helpe other at her need,</l>
                  <l>And wiſely hele both word and dede,</l>
                  <l>True of meaning, deuoide of Slouth,</l>
                  <l>* For wit is nought without Trouth:</l>
                  <l>So that the tone dare all his thought</l>
                  <l>Saine to his friend, and ſpare nought,</l>
                  <l>As to himſelfe without dreding,</l>
                  <l>To be diſcouered by wreiyng,</l>
                  <l>* For glad is that coniunction,</l>
                  <l>When there is none ſuſpection,</l>
                  <l>Whom they would proue</l>
                  <l>That true and perfite weren in Loue.</l>
                  <l>* For no man may be amiable:</l>
                  <l>But if he be ſo firme and ſtable,</l>
                  <l>That fortune change him not ne blinde,</l>
                  <l>But that his friend alway him finde,</l>
                  <l>Both poore and rich in o ſtate:</l>
                  <l>For if his friend through any gate,</l>
                  <l>W<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ll complaine of his pouerte,</l>
                  <l>He ſhould not bide ſo long, till he</l>
                  <l>Of his helping him require,</l>
                  <l>* For good deed done through praiere</l>
                  <l>Is ſold and bought too deere iwis</l>
                  <l>To heart that of great valour is.</l>
                  <l>* For heart fulfilled of gentleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Can euill demeane his diſtreſſe.</l>
                  <l>* And man that worthy is of name,</l>
                  <l>To asken often hath great ſhame.</l>
                  <l>* A good man brenneth in his thought,</l>
                  <l>For ſhame when he asketh ought,</l>
                  <l>He hath great thought, and dredeth aie</l>
                  <l>For his diſeaſe when he ſhall praie</l>
                  <l>His friend, leaſt that he warned be</l>
                  <l>Till that he preue his ſtabilitie:</l>
                  <l>But when that he hath founden one</l>
                  <l>That truſtie is and true and ſtone,</l>
                  <l>And aſſayed him at all,</l>
                  <l>And found him ſtedfaſt as a wall,</l>
                  <l>And of his frendſhip be certaine,</l>
                  <l>He ſhall him ſhew both ioy and paine,</l>
                  <l>And all that dare thinke or ſay,</l>
                  <l>Without ſhame, as he may,</l>
                  <l>For how ſhould he aſhamed be,</l>
                  <l>Of ſuch one as I told thee?</l>
                  <l>For when he wote his ſecret thought,</l>
                  <l>The third ſhall know thereof right nought,</l>
                  <l>* For twey in number is <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>et than three,</l>
                  <l>In euerie counſaile and ſecree:</l>
                  <l>Repreue he dredeth neuer a dele,</l>
                  <l>Who that beſet his wordes wele,</l>
                  <l>For euerie wiſe man out of drede,</l>
                  <l>Can keepe his tongue till he ſee nede.</l>
                  <l>* And fooles cannot hold her tongue,</l>
                  <l>A fooles bell is ſoone ronge,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſhall a true friend doe more</l>
                  <l>To helpe his fellow of his ſore,</l>
                  <l>And ſuccour him when he hath need</l>
                  <l>In all that he may done indeed,</l>
                  <l>And gladder that he him pleaſeth</l>
                  <l>Than his fellow that he eaſeth,</l>
                  <l>And if he doe not his requeſt,</l>
                  <l>He ſhall as much him moleſt</l>
                  <l>As his fellow, for that he</l>
                  <l>Maie no fulfill his volunte</l>
                  <l>Fully, as he hath required,</l>
                  <l>If both the hearts loue hath fired</l>
                  <l>Ioy and woe they ſhall depart,</l>
                  <l>And take euenly each his part,</l>
                  <l>Halfe his annoy he ſhall haue aie,</l>
                  <l>And comfort what that he may,</l>
                  <l>And of this bliſſe part ſhall he,</l>
                  <l>If Loue woll departed be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>ANd whilom of this vnitie</l>
                  <l>Spake Tullius in a ditie,</l>
                  <l>And ſhould maken his requeſt</l>
                  <l>Vnto his friend, that is honeſt,</l>
                  <l>And he goodly ſhould it fulfill,</l>
                  <l>But it the more were out of skill,</l>
                  <l>And otherwiſe not graunt thereto,</l>
                  <l>Except onely in cauſes two.</l>
                  <l>* If men his friend to death would driue</l>
                  <l>Let him be buſie to ſaue his liue.</l>
                  <l>* Alſo if men wollen hem aſſaile,</l>
                  <l>Of his worſhip to make him faile</l>
                  <l>And hindren him of his renoun</l>
                  <l>Let him with full ententioun,</l>
                  <l>His deuer done in each degree</l>
                  <l>That his friend ne ſhamed be.</l>
                  <l>In this two caſe with his might,</l>
                  <l>Taking no keepe to skill nor right,</l>
                  <l>As farre as Loue may him excuſe,</l>
                  <l>This ought no man to refuſe.</l>
                  <l>This Loue that I haue told to thee</l>
                  <l>Is nothing contrarie to mee,</l>
                  <l>This woll I that thou follow wele,</l>
                  <l>And leaue the other euerie dele,</l>
                  <l>This Loue to vertue all attendeth,</l>
                  <l>The tother fooles blent and ſhendeth.</l>
                  <l>
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Another Love alſo there is,</l>
                  <l>That is contrarie vnto this,</l>
                  <l>Which deſire is ſo conſtrained</l>
                  <l>That is but will fained</l>
                  <l>Away fro trouth it doth ſo varie</l>
                  <l>That to good Love it is contrarie,</l>
                  <l>For it maymeth in any wiſe</l>
                  <l>Sicke hearts with couetiſe,</l>
                  <l>All in winning and in profite,</l>
                  <l>Such love ſetteth his delite:</l>
                  <l>This love ſo hangeth in balaunce</l>
                  <l>That if it leſe his hope perchaunce,</l>
                  <l>Of lucre, that he is ſet vpon,</l>
                  <l>It woll falle, and quench anon,</l>
                  <l>* For no man may be amorous,</l>
                  <l>Ne in his liuing vertuous,</l>
                  <l>But he love more in mood</l>
                  <l>Men for hem ſelfe than for her good:</l>
                  <l>For Loue that profite doth abide,</l>
                  <l>Is falſe, and bideth not in no tide.</l>
                  <l>Love commeth of dame Fortune,</l>
                  <l>That little while woll contune,</l>
                  <l>For it ſhall chaungen wonders ſoone,</l>
                  <l>And take Eclips as the Moone</l>
                  <l>When he is from vs let</l>
                  <l>Through earth, that betwixt is ſet</l>
                  <l>The ſunne and her, as it may fall,</l>
                  <l>Be it in partie, or in all,</l>
                  <l>The ſhadow maketh her beames merke,</l>
                  <l>And her hornes to ſhew derke,</l>
                  <l>That part where ſhe hath loſt her light</l>
                  <l>Of Phebus fully, and the ſight,</l>
                  <l>Till when the ſhadow is ouerpaſt,</l>
                  <l>She is enlumined againe as faſt,</l>
                  <l>Through the brightneſſe of the ſun beames</l>
                  <l>That yeueth to hem againe her leames:</l>
                  <l>That Love is right of ſuch nature,</l>
                  <l>Now is faire, and now obſcure,</l>
                  <l>Now bright, now Clipſy of manere,</l>
                  <l>And whilom dimme, and whilom clere,</l>
                  <l>Aſſoone as pouerte ginneth take,</l>
                  <l>With mantell and weedes blake</l>
                  <l>Hideth of Love the light away,</l>
                  <l>That into night it tourneth day,</l>
                  <l>It may not ſee richeſſe ſhine,</l>
                  <l>Till the blacke ſhadowes fine,</l>
                  <l>* For when richeſſe ſhineth bright</l>
                  <l>Love recouereth ayen his light,</l>
                  <l>And when it faileth, he woll flit,</l>
                  <l>And as ſhe greeueth, ſo greeueth it.</l>
                  <l>Of this Love heare what I ſaie,</l>
                  <l>The rich men are loved aie:</l>
                  <l>And namely tho that ſparand beene,</l>
                  <l>That woll not waſh her hearts cleene</l>
                  <l>Of the filth, nor of <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap> 
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ice</l>
                  <l>Of greedy brenning Auarice.</l>
                  <l>* The rich man full fond is iwis,</l>
                  <l>That weneth that he loved is,</l>
                  <l>If that his heart it vnderſtood,</l>
                  <l>It is not he, it is his good,</l>
                  <l>He may well weten in his thought,</l>
                  <l>His good is loved, and he right nought:</l>
                  <l>For if he be a Niggard eke,</l>
                  <l>Men would not ſet by him a leke,</l>
                  <l>But haten him, this is the ſooth,</l>
                  <l>Lo what profite his cattell dooth,</l>
                  <l>Of euerie man that may him ſee,</l>
                  <l>It getteth him nought but enmitee:</l>
                  <l>But he amend himſelfe of that vice,</l>
                  <l>And know himſelfe, he is not wiſe.</l>
                  <l>Certes he ſhould aye friendly be,</l>
                  <l>To get him love alſo been free,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe he is not wiſe ne ſage</l>
                  <l>No more than is a gote ramage</l>
                  <l>That he not loueth, his deede proueth,</l>
                  <l>When he his richeſſe ſo well loueth,</l>
                  <l>That he woll hide it aie and ſpare,</l>
                  <l>His poore friends ſeene forfare</l>
                  <l>To keepen aie his purpoſe</l>
                  <l>Till for drede his eyen cloſe,</l>
                  <l>And till a wicked death him take</l>
                  <l>Him had leuer aſunder ſhake,</l>
                  <l>And let all his limmes aſunder riue,</l>
                  <l>Than leaue his richeſſe in his liue,</l>
                  <l>He thinketh to part it with no man,</l>
                  <l>Certaine no love is in him than:</l>
                  <l>How ſhould love with him be,</l>
                  <l>When in his heart is no pite,</l>
                  <l>That he treſpaſſeth well I wate,</l>
                  <l>For each man knoweth his eſtate,</l>
                  <l>For well him ought to be reproued</l>
                  <l>That loveth nought, ne is not loved.</l>
                  <l>But ſith we arne to fortune comen,</l>
                  <l>And hath our Sermon of her nomen,</l>
                  <l>A wonder will I tell thee now,</l>
                  <l>Thou hardeſt neuer ſuch one I trow,</l>
                  <l>I not where thou me leuen ſhall</l>
                  <l>Though ſoothfaſtneſſe it be all</l>
                  <l>As it is written, and is ſooth</l>
                  <l>That vnto men more profite dooth</l>
                  <l>The froward fortune and contraire,</l>
                  <l>Than the ſwote and debonaire:</l>
                  <l>And if they thinke it is doutable,</l>
                  <l>It is through argument prouable</l>
                  <l>For the debonaire and ſoft,</l>
                  <l>Falſeth and beguileth oft,</l>
                  <l>For lich a mother ſhe can cheriſh</l>
                  <l>And milken as doth a norice,</l>
                  <l>And of her good to him deles</l>
                  <l>And yeueth him part iweles,</l>
                  <l>With great riches and dignitie,</l>
                  <l>And hem ſhe hoteth ſtabilitie,</l>
                  <l>In ſtate that is not ſtable,</l>
                  <l>But changing aie and variable,</l>
                  <l>And feedeth him with glorie vaine,</l>
                  <l>And worldly bliſſe none certaine,</l>
                  <l>When ſhe him ſetteth on her whele,</l>
                  <l>Then wene they to be right wele,</l>
                  <l>And in ſo ſtable ſtate withall</l>
                  <l>That neuer they wene for to fall,</l>
                  <l>And when they ſet ſo high to be,</l>
                  <l>They wene to have in certainte</l>
                  <l>Of heartly friends to great numbre,</l>
                  <l>That nothing might her ſtate encombre,</l>
                  <l>They truſt hem ſo on euerie ſide,</l>
                  <l>Wening with hem they would abide,</l>
                  <l>In euerie perill and miſchaunce</l>
                  <l>Without chaunge or variaunce,</l>
                  <l>Both of cattell and of good,</l>
                  <l>And alſo for to ſpend her blood,</l>
                  <l>And all her members for to ſpill</l>
                  <l>Onely to fulfill her will,</l>
                  <l>
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They maken it whole in many wiſe</l>
                  <l>And hoten hem her full ſerviſe</l>
                  <l>How ſore that it doe hem ſmert,</l>
                  <l>Into her very naked ſhert,</l>
                  <l>Heart and alſo hole they yeve,</l>
                  <l>For the time that they may live</l>
                  <l>So that with her flatterie,</l>
                  <l>They maken fooles glorifie</l>
                  <l>Of her wordes ſpeaking,</l>
                  <l>And han there of a rejoyſing,</l>
                  <l>And trow hem as the Evangile</l>
                  <l>And it is all falſhede and gile,</l>
                  <l>As they ſhall afterward ſee,</l>
                  <l>* When they arne full in poverte</l>
                  <l>And ben of good and cattell bare</l>
                  <l>Then ſhould they ſeene who friends ware,</l>
                  <l>For of an hundred certainly,</l>
                  <l>Nor of a thouſand full ſcarcely,</l>
                  <l>Ne ſhall they finde unnethes one,</l>
                  <l>When povertie is commen upon.</l>
                  <l>For thus Fortune that I of tell,</l>
                  <l>With men when her luſt to dwell,</l>
                  <l>Maketh hem to leſe her coniſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And nouriſheth hem in ignoraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But froward Fortune and perverſe,</l>
                  <l>When high eſtates ſhe doth reverſe,</l>
                  <l>And maketh hem to tumble doune</l>
                  <l>Off her whele with ſodaine tourne,</l>
                  <l>And from her richeſſe doth hem flie,</l>
                  <l>And plungeth hem in povertie,</l>
                  <l>As a ſtepmother envious,</l>
                  <l>And layeth a plaiſter dolorous,</l>
                  <l>Vnto her hearts wounded egre,</l>
                  <l>Which is not tempered with vinegre,</l>
                  <l>But with povertie and indigence,</l>
                  <l>For to ſhew by experience,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe is Fortune verilie</l>
                  <l>In whome no man ſhould affie,</l>
                  <l>Nor in her yeftes have fiaunce,</l>
                  <l>She is ſo full of variaunce.</l>
                  <l>Thus can ſhe maken hye and lowe,</l>
                  <l>When they from richeſſe arne throwe</l>
                  <l>Fully to knowen without were</l>
                  <l>Friend of effect, and friend of chere,</l>
                  <l>And which in love weren true and ſtable,</l>
                  <l>And which alſo weren variable,</l>
                  <l>After Fortune her Goddeſſe,</l>
                  <l>In povertie, either in richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>For all that yeveth here out of drede,</l>
                  <l>Vnhappe beareth it indeede,</l>
                  <l>For infortune let not one</l>
                  <l>Of friends, when Fortune is gone,</l>
                  <l>I meane tho friends that woll fle</l>
                  <l>Anone as entreth Poverte,</l>
                  <l>And yet they woll not leave hem ſo,</l>
                  <l>But in each place where they go</l>
                  <l>They call hem wretch, ſcorne and blame,</l>
                  <l>And of her miſhappe hem diffame,</l>
                  <l>And namely ſuch as in richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Pretendeth moſt of ſtableneſſe</l>
                  <l>When that they ſaw him ſet on loft,</l>
                  <l>And weren of hem ſuccoured oft,</l>
                  <l>And moſt iholpe in all her need:</l>
                  <l>But now they take no maner heed,</l>
                  <l>But ſaine in voice of flatterie,</l>
                  <l>That now appeareth her follie,</l>
                  <l>Over all where ſo they fare.</l>
                  <l>And ſing, go farewell felde fare.</l>
                  <l>All ſuch friends I beſhrew,</l>
                  <l>For of true there be too few,</l>
                  <l>But ſoothfaſt friends, what ſo betide</l>
                  <l>In every fortune wollen abide,</l>
                  <l>They han her hearts in ſuch no bleſſe</l>
                  <l>That they nill love for no richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Nor for that fortune may hem ſend,</l>
                  <l>They wollen hem ſuccour and defend,</l>
                  <l>And chaunge for ſoft ne for ſore,</l>
                  <l>* For who his friend loveth evermore</l>
                  <l>Though men draw ſword him to ſlo,</l>
                  <l>He may not hew her love a two:</l>
                  <l>But in caſe that I ſhall ſay,</l>
                  <l>For pride and ire leſe it he may,</l>
                  <l>And for reproove by nicete,</l>
                  <l>And diſcovering of privite,</l>
                  <l>With tongue wounding, as felon,</l>
                  <l>Through venemous detraction.</l>
                  <l>Friend in this caſe will gone his way,</l>
                  <l>For nothing grieve him more ne may,</l>
                  <l>And for nought elſe woll he fle,</l>
                  <l>If that he love in ſtabilitie.</l>
                  <l>And certaine he is well begone</l>
                  <l>Among a thouſand that findeth one:</l>
                  <l>For there may be no richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt friendſhip of worthineſſe,</l>
                  <l>For it ne may ſo high attaine,</l>
                  <l>As may the valour, ſooth to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>Of him that loveth true and well.</l>
                  <l>Friendſhip is more than is cattell</l>
                  <l>* For friend in Court aie better is</l>
                  <l>Than penny in purſe certis.</l>
                  <l>And fortune miſhaping,</l>
                  <l>When upon men ſhe is fabling,</l>
                  <l>Through miſturning of her chaunce,</l>
                  <l>And caſt hem out of balaunce.</l>
                  <l>* She maketh through her adverſite,</l>
                  <l>Men full clerely for to ſee</l>
                  <l>Him that is friend in exiſtence</l>
                  <l>From him that is by appearence:</l>
                  <l>For infortune maketh anone,</l>
                  <l>To know thy friends fro thy fone,</l>
                  <l>By experience, right as it is,</l>
                  <l>The which is more to praiſe iwis,</l>
                  <l>Than in much richeſſe and treaſour,</l>
                  <l>For more deepe profite and valour,</l>
                  <l>Povertie, and ſuch adverſitie</l>
                  <l>Before, than doth proſperitie</l>
                  <l>For that one yeveth coniſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And the tother ignoraunce.</l>
                  <l>And thus in povertie is indeed,</l>
                  <l>Trouth declared fro falſhede,</l>
                  <l>For faint friends it woll declare,</l>
                  <l>And true alſo, what way they fare,</l>
                  <l>For when he was in his richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Theſe friends full of doubleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Offred him in many wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Heart and body, and ſervice,</l>
                  <l>What wold he then have you to have bought,</l>
                  <l>To knowen openly her thought,</l>
                  <l>That he now hath ſo clerely ſeen.</l>
                  <l>The laſſe beguiled he ſhould have been,</l>
                  <l>And he had then perceived it,</l>
                  <l>But Richeſſe nolde not let him wit,</l>
                  <l>
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Well more avauntage doeth him than,</l>
                  <l>Sith that it maketh him a wiſe man,</l>
                  <l>The great miſchiefe that he perceiveth</l>
                  <l>Than doeth Richeſſe that him deceiveth,</l>
                  <l>Richeſſe rich ne maketh nought</l>
                  <l>Him that on treaſour ſet his thought:</l>
                  <l>* For richeſſe ſtont in ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And nothing in aboundaunce:</l>
                  <l>For ſuffiſaunce all onely</l>
                  <l>Maketh men to live richly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>FOr he that hath mitches tweine,</l>
                  <l>Ne value in his demeine,</l>
                  <l>Liveth more at eaſe, and more is rich,</l>
                  <l>Than doeth he that is chich,</l>
                  <l>And in his barne hath ſooth to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>An hundred mavis of wheat graine,</l>
                  <l>Though he be chapman or marchaunt,</l>
                  <l>And have of Gold many beſaunt:</l>
                  <l>* For in getting he hath ſuch wo,</l>
                  <l>And in the keeping drede alſo,</l>
                  <l>And ſet evermore his buſineſſe</l>
                  <l>For to encreaſe, and not to leſſe,</l>
                  <l>For to augment and multiply,</l>
                  <l>And though on heapes that lye him by,</l>
                  <l>Yet never ſhall make his richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Aſſeth unto his greedineſſe:</l>
                  <l>But the poore that retcheth nought,</l>
                  <l>Save of his livelode in his thought,</l>
                  <l>Which that he getteth with his travaile,</l>
                  <l>He dredeth nought that it ſhall faile,</l>
                  <l>Though he have little worldes good,</l>
                  <l>Meate and drinke, and eaſie food,</l>
                  <l>Vpon his travaile and living,</l>
                  <l>And alſo ſuffiſaunt clothing,</l>
                  <l>Or if in ſickeneſſe that he fall,</l>
                  <l>And loath meat and drinke withall,</l>
                  <l>Though he have not his meat to buy</l>
                  <l>He ſhall bethinke him haſtely,</l>
                  <l>To put him out of daungere,</l>
                  <l>That he of meat hath no miſtere,</l>
                  <l>Or that he may with little eke</l>
                  <l>Be founden, while that he is ſeke,</l>
                  <l>Or that men ſhull him berne in haſt,</l>
                  <l>To live till his ſickeneſſe be paſt,</l>
                  <l>To ſome Maiſondewe beſide,</l>
                  <l>He caſt nought what ſhall him betide,</l>
                  <l>He thinketh nought that ever he ſhall</l>
                  <l>Into any ſickeneſſe fall,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>ANd though it fall, as it may be,</l>
                  <l>That all be time ſpare ſhall he</l>
                  <l>As mokell as ſhall to him ſuffice,</l>
                  <l>While he is ſicke in any wiſe,</l>
                  <l>He doeth for that he woll be</l>
                  <l>Content with his poverte</l>
                  <l>Without neede of any man,</l>
                  <l>So much in little have he can,</l>
                  <l>He is apaide with his fortune,</l>
                  <l>And for he nill be importune</l>
                  <l>Vnto no wight, ne onerous,</l>
                  <l>Nor of her goodneſſe covetous:</l>
                  <l>Therefore he ſpareth, it may well been,</l>
                  <l>His poore eſtate for to ſuſteen.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>OR if him luſt not for to ſpare,</l>
                  <l>But ſuffereth forth, as not yet were,</l>
                  <l>At laſt it happeneth, as it may</l>
                  <l>Right unto his laſt day,</l>
                  <l>And take the world as it would be:</l>
                  <l>For ever in heart thinketh he</l>
                  <l>The ſooner that death him ſlo,</l>
                  <l>To Paradiſe the ſooner go</l>
                  <l>He ſhall, there for to live in bliſſe</l>
                  <l>Where that he ſhall no good miſſe</l>
                  <l>Thider he hopeth God ſhall him ſend</l>
                  <l>After this wretched liues end,</l>
                  <l>Pythagoras himſelfe rehearſes</l>
                  <l>In a Booke that the gold verſes</l>
                  <l>Is cleped, for the Nobilite</l>
                  <l>Of the honourable dite.</l>
                  <l>* Then when thou goeſt thy body fro,</l>
                  <l>Free in the ayre thou ſhalt up go</l>
                  <l>And leaven all humanitie,</l>
                  <l>And purely live in deitie,</l>
                  <l>He is a foole withouten were</l>
                  <l>That troweth have his countrey here.</l>
                  <l>In yearth is not our Countrey,</l>
                  <l>That may theſe Clarkes ſeine and ſey,</l>
                  <l>In Boece of conſolation</l>
                  <l>Where it is maked mention</l>
                  <l>Of our Countrey plaine at the eie,</l>
                  <l>By teaching of Philoſophie,</l>
                  <l>Where lewd men might lere wit</l>
                  <l>Who ſo that would tranſlaten it,</l>
                  <l>If he be ſuch that can well live</l>
                  <l>After his rent, may him yeve,</l>
                  <l>And not deſireth more to have,</l>
                  <l>Than may fro povertie him ſave.</l>
                  <l>* A wiſe man ſaied, as we may ſeen,</l>
                  <l>Is no man wretched, but he it ween,</l>
                  <l>Be he king, knight, or ribaude,</l>
                  <l>And many a Ribaud is merrie and baude,</l>
                  <l>That ſwinketh, &amp; beareth both day &amp; night,</l>
                  <l>Many a burthen of great might,</l>
                  <l>The which doeth him laſſe offence,</l>
                  <l>For he ſuffreth in patience,</l>
                  <l>They laugh and daunce, trippe and ſing,</l>
                  <l>And lay nought up for her living,</l>
                  <l>But in the Taverne all diſpendeth</l>
                  <l>The winning that God hem ſendeth,</l>
                  <l>Then goeth he fardels for to beare,</l>
                  <l>With as good chere as he did eare</l>
                  <l>To ſwinke and travaile he not faineth,</l>
                  <l>For to robben he diſdaineth</l>
                  <l>But right anon, after his ſwinke,</l>
                  <l>He goeth to Taverne for to drinke,</l>
                  <l>All theſe are rich in aboundance,</l>
                  <l>That can thus have ſuffiſance,</l>
                  <l>Well more than can an uſurere</l>
                  <l>As God well knoweth, without were.</l>
                  <l>* For an uſurer, ſo God me ſee</l>
                  <l>Shall never for richeſſe rich hee,</l>
                  <l>But evermore poore and indigent,</l>
                  <l>Scarce, and greedy in his entent.</l>
                  <l>For ſooth it is, whom it diſpleaſe</l>
                  <l>There may no marchaunt live at eaſe,</l>
                  <l>His heart in ſuch a where is ſet</l>
                  <l>That it quicke brenneth to get</l>
                  <l>Ne never ſhall, though he hath getten</l>
                  <l>Though he have gould in garners yeten,</l>
                  <l>For to be needy he dredeth ſore:</l>
                  <l>Wherefore to getten more and more</l>
                  <l>
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He ſet his heart and his deſire,</l>
                  <l>So hote he brenneth in the fire</l>
                  <l>Of covetiſe, that maketh him wood</l>
                  <l>To purchaſe other mens good,</l>
                  <l>He vnderfongeth a great paine,</l>
                  <l>That vndertaketh to drinke vp Saine:</l>
                  <l>For the more he drinketh aie</l>
                  <l>The more he leaveth, the ſooth to ſay:</l>
                  <l>Thus is thurſt of falſe getting,</l>
                  <l>That laſt ever in coveting,</l>
                  <l>And the anguiſh and diſtreſſe</l>
                  <l>With the fire of greedineſſe,</l>
                  <l>She fighteth with him aie, and ſtriveth</l>
                  <l>That his heart aſunder riveth,</l>
                  <l>Such greedineſſe him aſſaileth,</l>
                  <l>That when he moſt hath, moſt he faileth.</l>
                  <l>Phiſitions and Advocates</l>
                  <l>* Gone right by the ſame yates,</l>
                  <l>They ſell her ſcience for winning,</l>
                  <l>And haunt her craft for great getting:</l>
                  <l>Her winning is of ſuch ſweetneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That if a man fall in ſickneſſe,</l>
                  <l>They are full glad, for her encreaſe:</l>
                  <l>For by her will, without leaſe,</l>
                  <l>Everich man ſhould beſeeke,</l>
                  <l>And though they die, they ſet not a Leeke,</l>
                  <l>After when they the gould have take,</l>
                  <l>Full little care of hem they make,</l>
                  <l>They would that fortie were ſicke at ones,</l>
                  <l>Yea two hundred, in fleſh and bones,</l>
                  <l>And yet two Thouſand, as I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>For to encreaſen her richeſſe.</l>
                  <l>They woll not worchen in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>But for lucre and couetiſe,</l>
                  <l>For Phiſicke ginneth firſt by (Phi)</l>
                  <l>The Phiſition alſo ſoothly,</l>
                  <l>And ſithen it goeth fro fie to fie,</l>
                  <l>To truſt on hem it is follie,</l>
                  <l>For they nill in no manner gree,</l>
                  <l>Doe right nought for charitee,</l>
                  <l>Eke in the ſame ſect are ſet,</l>
                  <l>All tho that preachen for to get</l>
                  <l>Worſhips, honour, and richeſſe.</l>
                  <l>Her hearts arne in great diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>That folke live not holyly,</l>
                  <l>But aboven all ſpecially,</l>
                  <l>Such as preachen vaine glorie</l>
                  <l>And toward God have no memorie,</l>
                  <l>But forth as Ipocrites trace,</l>
                  <l>And to her ſoules death purchace</l>
                  <l>And outward ſhewing holyneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Though they be full of curſedneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Not lich to the Apoſtles twelve,</l>
                  <l>They deceiue other and hem ſelve:</l>
                  <l>* Beguilded is the guiler than,</l>
                  <l>For preaching of a curſed man</l>
                  <l>Though to other may profite</l>
                  <l>Himſelf it availeth not a mite:</l>
                  <l>* For oft good predicatioun</l>
                  <l>Commeth of evil ententioun,</l>
                  <l>To him not vaileth his preaching</l>
                  <l>All helpe he other with his teaching</l>
                  <l>For where they good example take,</l>
                  <l>There is he with vaine glory ſhake.</l>
                  <l>But let us leaven theſe preachours,</l>
                  <l>And ſpeake of hem which in her tours</l>
                  <l>Heape vp her gould, and faſt ſhet,</l>
                  <l>And ſore thereon their heart ſet,</l>
                  <l>They neither love God ne drede,</l>
                  <l>They keepe more than it is nede,</l>
                  <l>And in her bagges ſore it bind</l>
                  <l>Out of the Sunne, and of the wind,</l>
                  <l>They put vp more than need ware,</l>
                  <l>When they ſeen poore folke forfare</l>
                  <l>For hunger die, and for cold quake,</l>
                  <l>God can wel vengeance therof take,</l>
                  <l>The great miſchiefes hem aſſaileth,</l>
                  <l>And thus in gadering ay travaileth,</l>
                  <l>With much paine they winne richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>And Drede hem holdeth in diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>To keepe that they gather faſt,</l>
                  <l>With ſorrow they leave it at the laſt:</l>
                  <l>* With ſorrow they both die and live,</l>
                  <l>That unto richeſſe her hearts yeve.</l>
                  <l>And in defaute of Love it is</l>
                  <l>As it ſheweth full well iwis:</l>
                  <l>For if theſe greedy, the ſooth to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>Loveden, and were loved againe,</l>
                  <l>And good Love raigned over all,</l>
                  <l>Such wickedneſſe ne ſhould fall,</l>
                  <l>* But he ſhould yeve, that moſt good had</l>
                  <l>To hem that weren in neede beſtad,</l>
                  <l>And live without falſe vſure,</l>
                  <l>For charitie, full cleane and pure,</l>
                  <l>If they hem yeve to goodneſſe</l>
                  <l>Defending hem from idleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>In all this world then poore none</l>
                  <l>We ſhould finde, I trow not one:</l>
                  <l>But chaunged is this world vnſtable,</l>
                  <l>For Love is over all vendable.</l>
                  <l>* We ſee that no man loveth now</l>
                  <l>But for winning and for prow,</l>
                  <l>And love is thralled in ſervage</l>
                  <l>When it is ſold for advantage,</l>
                  <l>Yet women woll her bodies ſell,</l>
                  <l>Such ſoules goeth to the Divell of hell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When Love had told hem his entent,</l>
                  <l>The baronage to counſaile went,</l>
                  <l>In many ſentences they fill,</l>
                  <l>And diverſly they ſaid her will:</l>
                  <l>But after diſcord they accorded,</l>
                  <l>And her accord to Love recorded:</l>
                  <l>Sir ſayden they, we been at one,</l>
                  <l>By even accord of everichone,</l>
                  <l>Out take richeſſe all onely</l>
                  <l>That ſworne hath full hauteinly,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe the Caſtle nill not aſſaile</l>
                  <l>Ne ſmite a ſtroke in this battaile,</l>
                  <l>With dart, ne mace, ſpeare, ne knife,</l>
                  <l>For man that ſpeaketh and beareth the life.</l>
                  <l>And blameth your empriſe iwis,</l>
                  <l>And from our hoſt departed is,</l>
                  <l>At leaſt waie, as in this plite</l>
                  <l>So hath ſhe this man in diſpite:</l>
                  <l>For ſhe ſayth he ne loved her never,</l>
                  <l>And therefore ſhe woll hate him ever,</l>
                  <l>For he woll gather no treaſore,</l>
                  <l>He hath her wrathe for evermore,</l>
                  <l>He agilte her never in other caas,</l>
                  <l>Lo here all holly his treſpas.</l>
                  <l>She ſayeth well, that this other day</l>
                  <l>He asked her leave to gone the way</l>
                  <l>
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That is cleped Too much yeving,</l>
                  <l>And ſpake full faire in his praying:</l>
                  <l>But when he prayed her, poore was he,</l>
                  <l>Therefore ſhe warned him the entre,</l>
                  <l>Ne yet is he not thriven ſo</l>
                  <l>Thar he hath getten a pennie or two,</l>
                  <l>That quietly is his owne in hold,</l>
                  <l>Thus hath Richeſſe us ali told:</l>
                  <l>And when Richeſſe us this recorded,</l>
                  <l>Withouten her we been accorded,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And we finde in our accordaunce,</l>
                  <l>That falſe Semblaunt and Abſtinaunce,</l>
                  <l>With all the folke of her battaile</l>
                  <l>Shull at the hinder gate aſſaile,</l>
                  <l>That Wicked tongue hath in keeping,</l>
                  <l>With his Normans full of jangling,</l>
                  <l>And with hem courteſie and Largeſſe,</l>
                  <l>That ſhull ſhew her hardyneſſe,</l>
                  <l>To the old wife that kept ſo hard</l>
                  <l>Faire welcomming within her ward:</l>
                  <l>Then ſhall Delight and well Heling,</l>
                  <l>Fond, Shame adoune to bring,</l>
                  <l>With all her hoſt early and late,</l>
                  <l>They ſhull aſſaylen that like gate,</l>
                  <l>Againſt Drede ſhall Hardyneſſe</l>
                  <l>Aſſaile, and alſo Sikerneſſe,</l>
                  <l>With all the folke of her leading</l>
                  <l>That never wiſt what was ſtaying.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>FRaunchiſe ſhall fight and eke Pite,</l>
                  <l>With Daunger full of cruelte,</l>
                  <l>Thus is your hoſt ordained weale</l>
                  <l>Downe ſhall the Caſtle every d<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>le,</l>
                  <l>If everiche doe his entent,</l>
                  <l>So that Venus be preſent,</l>
                  <l>Your mother full of veſſelage</l>
                  <l>That can inough of ſuch uſage,</l>
                  <l>Withouten her may no wight ſpeed</l>
                  <l>This worke, neither for word ne deed:</l>
                  <l>Therefore is good ye for her ſend,</l>
                  <l>For through her may this worke amend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>LOrdinges my mother the Gooddes,</l>
                  <l>That is my Ladie, and my Miſtres,</l>
                  <l>Nis nat all at my willing,</l>
                  <l>Ne doth all my deſiring.</l>
                  <l>Yet can ſhe ſometime doen labour,</l>
                  <l>When that her luſt, in my ſuccour.</l>
                  <l>As my neede is for to atchieve:</l>
                  <l>But now I thinke her not to grieve,</l>
                  <l>My mother is ſhe, and of childhede,</l>
                  <l>I both worſhip her, and eke drede,</l>
                  <l>* For who that dredeth ſire ne dame,</l>
                  <l>Shall it abie in bodie or name.</l>
                  <l>And natheleſſe, yet can we</l>
                  <l>Send after her if need be,</l>
                  <l>And were ſhe nigh, ſhe commen would,</l>
                  <l>I trow that nothing might her hold.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My mother is of great proweſſe,</l>
                  <l>She hath tane many a fortereſſe,</l>
                  <l>That coſt hath many a pound er this,</l>
                  <l>There I nas not preſent iwis,</l>
                  <l>And yet men ſayd it was my deede,</l>
                  <l>But I come never in that ſteede,</l>
                  <l>Ne me ne liketh ſo mote I thee,</l>
                  <l>That ſuch towers been take with mee,</l>
                  <l>For why? Me thinketh that in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>It may be cleped but marchaundiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>GO by a courſer blacke or white,</l>
                  <l>And pay therefore, then art thou quite,</l>
                  <l>The Marchaunt oweth thee right nought,</l>
                  <l>Ne thou him when thou it bought.</l>
                  <l>* I woll not ſelling clepe yeving,</l>
                  <l>For ſelling asketh no guerdoning,</l>
                  <l>Here lithe no thanke, ne no merite,</l>
                  <l>That one goeth from that other all quite,</l>
                  <l>But this ſelling is not ſemblable:</l>
                  <l>For when his horſe is in the ſtable</l>
                  <l>He may it ſell againe parde,</l>
                  <l>And winnen on it, ſuch happe may be,</l>
                  <l>All may the manne not leſe iwis,</l>
                  <l>For at the leaſt the skinne is his.</l>
                  <l>Or elſe, if it ſo betide</l>
                  <l>That he woll keepe his horſe to ride,</l>
                  <l>Yet is he Lord aie of his horſe:</l>
                  <l>* But thilke chafare is well worſe,</l>
                  <l>There Venus entermeteth ought,</l>
                  <l>For who ſo ſuch chaffare hath bought,</l>
                  <l>He ſhall not worchen ſo wiſely,</l>
                  <l>That he ne ſhall leſe utterly</l>
                  <l>Both his monney and his chaffare:</l>
                  <l>But the ſeller of the ware,</l>
                  <l>The priſe and profite have ſhall,</l>
                  <l>Certaine the buyer ſhall leſe all,</l>
                  <l>For he ne can ſo dere it buy</l>
                  <l>To have lordſhip and full maiſtry,</l>
                  <l>Ne have power to make letting,</l>
                  <l>Neither for yeft ne for preaching,</l>
                  <l>That of his chaffare maugre his,</l>
                  <l>Another ſhall have as much iwis,</l>
                  <l>If he woll yeve as much as he,</l>
                  <l>Of what countrey ſo that he be,</l>
                  <l>Or for right nought ſo happe may,</l>
                  <l>If he can flatter her to her pay.</l>
                  <l>Been then ſuch marchaunts wiſe?</l>
                  <l>No, but fooles in everie wiſe,</l>
                  <l>When they buy ſuch thing wilfully,</l>
                  <l>There as they leſe her good follily.</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, this dare I ſay,</l>
                  <l>My mother is not wont to pay,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe is neither ſo foole ne nice,</l>
                  <l>To entremete her of ſuch vice,</l>
                  <l>But truſt well, he ſhall pay all,</l>
                  <l>That repent of his bargaine ſhall,</l>
                  <l>When poverte put him in diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>All were he ſchooller to richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>That is for me in great yerning,</l>
                  <l>VVhen ſhe aſſenteth to my willing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>BVt my mother ſaint Venus,</l>
                  <l>And by her father Saturnus,</l>
                  <l>That her engendred by his life,</l>
                  <l>But nat upon his wedded wife,</l>
                  <l>Yet woll I more unto you ſwere,</l>
                  <l>To make this thing the ſurere.</l>
                  <l>Now by that faith, and that beautee</l>
                  <l>That I owe to all my brethren free,</l>
                  <l>Of which there nis wight under hevin,</l>
                  <l>That can her fathers names nevin,</l>
                  <l>
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So divers and ſo many there be,</l>
                  <l>That with my mother have be prive,</l>
                  <l>Yet woll I ſweare for ſikerneſſe,</l>
                  <l>The Pole of hell to my witneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Now drinke I not this yeare clarre,</l>
                  <l>If that I lye, or forſworne be,</l>
                  <l>For of the Goddes the uſage is,</l>
                  <l>That who ſo him forſweareth amis,</l>
                  <l>Shall that yeere drinke no clarre.</l>
                  <l>Now have I ſworne inough parde,</l>
                  <l>If I forſweare me then am I lorne,</l>
                  <l>But I woll never be forſworne:</l>
                  <l>Sith richeſſe hath me failed here,</l>
                  <l>She ſhall abie that treſpaſſe full dere,</l>
                  <l>At leaſt way but her harme</l>
                  <l>With ſweard, or ſparth, or giſarme.</l>
                  <l>For certes ſith ſhe loveth not me,</l>
                  <l>Fro thilke time that ſhe may ſee</l>
                  <l>The Caſtle and the Tower to ſhake,</l>
                  <l>In ſorrie time ſhe ſhall awake,</l>
                  <l>If I may gripe a rich man</l>
                  <l>I ſhall ſo pull him, if I can,</l>
                  <l>That he ſhall in a fewe ſtoundes,</l>
                  <l>Leſe all his markes, and his poundes.</l>
                  <l>I ſhall him make his pence out ſting,</l>
                  <l>But they in his garner ſpring,</l>
                  <l>Our maidens ſhall eke plucke him ſo,</l>
                  <l>That him ſhall needen feathers mo,</l>
                  <l>And make him ſell his lond to ſpend,</l>
                  <l>But he the bet can him defend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>POore men han made her Lord of me,</l>
                  <l>Although they not ſo mightie be,</l>
                  <l>That they may feede me in delite,</l>
                  <l>I woll not have them in diſpite:</l>
                  <l>No good man hateth hem, as I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>For chinch and feloun is Richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>That ſo can chaſe hem and diſpiſe,</l>
                  <l>And hem defoule in ſundrie wiſe,</l>
                  <l>They loven full bette, ſo God me ſpede</l>
                  <l>Than doeth the rich chinchy grede,</l>
                  <l>And been (in good faith) more ſtable</l>
                  <l>And truer, and more ſerviable:</l>
                  <l>And therefore it ſuffiſeth me</l>
                  <l>Her good heart, and her beaute,</l>
                  <l>They han on me ſet all their thought,</l>
                  <l>And therefore I foryete hem nought.</l>
                  <l>I woll hem bring in great nobleſſe,</l>
                  <l>If that I were God of Richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>If that I were God of Love ſoothly,</l>
                  <l>Such ruth upon her plaint have I:</l>
                  <l>Therefore I muſt his ſuccour be,</l>
                  <l>That paineth him to ſerven me,</l>
                  <l>For if he dyed for love of this,</l>
                  <l>Then ſeemeth in me no love there is.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Sir ſayd they, ſooth is everie dele</l>
                  <l>That ye rehearſe, and we wote wele</l>
                  <l>Thilke oath to hold is reaſonable,</l>
                  <l>For it is good and covenable,</l>
                  <l>That ye on rich men han ſworne:</l>
                  <l>For ſir, this wote we well beforne</l>
                  <l>If rich men doen you homage,</l>
                  <l>That is as fooles doen outrage,</l>
                  <l>But ye ſhull not forſworne be,</l>
                  <l>Ne let therefore to drinke clarre,</l>
                  <l>Or piment maked freſh and new,</l>
                  <l>Ladies ſhull hem ſuch pepir brew,</l>
                  <l>If that he fall into her laas,</l>
                  <l>That they for woe mow ſaine alas,</l>
                  <l>Ladies ſhullen ever ſo courteous be,</l>
                  <l>That they ſhall quite your oath all free,</l>
                  <l>Ne ſeeketh never other vicaire,</l>
                  <l>For they ſhall ſpeake with him ſo faire</l>
                  <l>That ye ſhall hold you payd full well,</l>
                  <l>Though ye you meddle never a deale,</l>
                  <l>Let Ladies worch with her thinges,</l>
                  <l>They ſhall hem tell ſo fele tidinges,</l>
                  <l>And moove hem eke ſo many requeſtes</l>
                  <l>By flatterie, that not honeſt is,</l>
                  <l>And thereto yeve hem ſuch thankinges,</l>
                  <l>What with kiſſing, and with talkinges:</l>
                  <l>That certes if they trowed be,</l>
                  <l>Shall never leave hem lond ne fee</l>
                  <l>That it nill as the moeble fare,</l>
                  <l>Of which they firſt delivered are:</l>
                  <l>Now may you tell us all your will,</l>
                  <l>And we your heſtes ſhall fulfill.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>BVt falſe Semblaunt dare not for drede</l>
                  <l>Of you ſir, meddle him of this dede,</l>
                  <l>For he ſayth that ye been his foe,</l>
                  <l>He not, if ye will worch him woe:</l>
                  <l>Wherefore we pray you all beau ſire,</l>
                  <l>That ye foryeve him now your ire,</l>
                  <l>And that he may dwell as your man</l>
                  <l>With Abſtinence his deere lemman,</l>
                  <l>This our accord and our will now.</l>
                  <l>Parfey ſayd Love, I graunt it you,</l>
                  <l>I woll well hold him for my man,</l>
                  <l>Now let him come, and he forth ran.</l>
                  <l>Falſe Semblant (qd. Love) in this wiſe,</l>
                  <l>I take thee here to my ſervice,</l>
                  <l>That thou our friends helpe alwaie,</l>
                  <l>And hindreth hem neither night ne daie,</l>
                  <l>But doe thy might hem to relieve,</l>
                  <l>And eke our enemies that thou grieve,</l>
                  <l>Thine be this might, I graunt it thee,</l>
                  <l>My king of harlotes ſhalt thou bee:</l>
                  <l>We woll that thou have ſuch honour,</l>
                  <l>Certaine thou art a falſe traitour,</l>
                  <l>And eke a theefe, ſith thou were borne,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand times thou art forſworne:</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe in our hearing,</l>
                  <l>To put our folke out of doubting,</l>
                  <l>I bidde thee teach hem, woſt thou how<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
                  </l>
                  <l>By ſome generall ſigne now,</l>
                  <l>In what place thou ſhalt founden be,</l>
                  <l>If that men had miſter of thee,</l>
                  <l>And how men ſhall thee beſt eſpie,</l>
                  <l>For thee to know is great maiſtrie,</l>
                  <l>Tell in what place is thine haunting.</l>
                  <l>Sir I have full divers wonning,</l>
                  <l>That I keepe not rehearſed be,</l>
                  <l>So that ye would reſpiten me,</l>
                  <l>For if that I tell you the ſooth,</l>
                  <l>I may have harme and ſhame both,</l>
                  <l>If that my fellowes wiſten it,</l>
                  <l>My tales ſhoulden me be quit,</l>
                  <l>For certaine they would hate me,</l>
                  <l>If ever I knew her cruelte,</l>
                  <l>For they would over all hold hem ſtill</l>
                  <l>Of troth, that is againe her will,</l>
                  <l>
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Such tales keepen they not here,</l>
                  <l>I might eftſoone buy it full dere,</l>
                  <l>If I ſaied of hem any thing,</l>
                  <l>That ought diſpleaſeth to her hearing,</l>
                  <l>For what word that hem pricketh or biteth,</l>
                  <l>In that word none of hem deliteth,</l>
                  <l>All were it Goſpell the Euangile,</l>
                  <l>That would reproue hem of her guile,</l>
                  <l>For they are cruell and hautain,</l>
                  <l>And this thing wote I well certain,</l>
                  <l>If I ſpeake ought to paire or loos,</l>
                  <l>Your court ſhall not ſo well be cloos,</l>
                  <l>That they ne ſhall wite it at laſt,</l>
                  <l>Of good men am I nought agaſt,</l>
                  <l>For they woll taken on hem nothing,</l>
                  <l>When that they know all my meaning,</l>
                  <l>But he that woll it on him take,</l>
                  <l>He woll himſelfe ſuſpecious make,</l>
                  <l>That he his life let couertly,</l>
                  <l>In guile and in hypocriſie,</l>
                  <l>That me engendred and yave foſtring.</l>
                  <l>They made a full good engendring</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Love) for who ſo ſoothly tell,</l>
                  <l>They engendred the diuell of hell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But needely, howſoeuer it bee</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Love) I will and charge thee,</l>
                  <l>To tell anon thy wonning placis,</l>
                  <l>Hearing each wight that in this place is:</l>
                  <l>And what life thou liveſt alſo,</l>
                  <l>Hide it no lenger now, whereto?</l>
                  <l>Thou muſt diſcouer all thy worching,</l>
                  <l>How thou ſerueſt, and of what thing,</l>
                  <l>Though that thou ſhouldeſt for thy ſothſaw,</l>
                  <l>Ben all to beaten and to draw,</l>
                  <l>And yet art thou not wont parde,</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, though thou beaten be,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt not be the firſt, that ſo</l>
                  <l>Hath for ſoothſaw ſuffred wo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Sir, ſith that it may liken you,</l>
                  <l>Though that I ſhould be ſlaine right now,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall doen your commaundement,</l>
                  <l>For thereto have I great talent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Withouten words mo, right than</l>
                  <l>Falſe Semblaunt his ſermon began,</l>
                  <l>And ſaied hem thus in audience,</l>
                  <l>Barons, take heed of my ſentence,</l>
                  <l>That wight that liſt to have knowing</l>
                  <l>Of falſe Semblant full of flattering,</l>
                  <l>He muſt in worldly folke him ſeke,</l>
                  <l>And certes in the Cloyſters eke,</l>
                  <l>I won no where, but in hem tway,</l>
                  <l>But not like euen, ſooth to ſay,</l>
                  <l>Shortly I woll herborow me,</l>
                  <l>There I hope beſt to hulſtred be,</l>
                  <l>* And certainely, ſikereſt hiding,</l>
                  <l>Is vnderneath humbleſt clothing.</l>
                  <l>Religious folke ben full couert,</l>
                  <l>Seculer folke ben more apert:</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, I woll not blame</l>
                  <l>Religious folke, ne hem diffame,</l>
                  <l>In what habite that euer they go:</l>
                  <l>Religion humble, and true alſo,</l>
                  <l>Woll I not blame, ne diſpiſe,</l>
                  <l>But I nill love it in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>I meane of falſe religious,</l>
                  <l>That dout been, and malicious,</l>
                  <l>That wollen in her habite go,</l>
                  <l>And ſetten not her heart thereto.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>REligious folke been all pitous,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt not ſeene one diſpitous,</l>
                  <l>They loven no pride, ne no ſtrife,</l>
                  <l>But humbly they woll lede her life,</l>
                  <l>With which folke woll I neuer be,</l>
                  <l>And if I dwell, I faine me</l>
                  <l>I may well in her habite go,</l>
                  <l>But me were leuer my necke atwo,</l>
                  <l>Than let a purpoſe that I take,</l>
                  <l>What couenaunt that euer I make.</l>
                  <l>I dwell with hem that proud be,</l>
                  <l>And full of wiles and ſubtelte,</l>
                  <l>That worſhip of this world coueiten,</l>
                  <l>And great nede connen expleiten,</l>
                  <l>And gone and gadren great pitaunces,</l>
                  <l>And purchaſe hem the acquaintaunces</l>
                  <l>Of men that mightie life may leden,</l>
                  <l>And faine hem poore, and himſelfe feden</l>
                  <l>With good morſels delicious,</l>
                  <l>And drinken good wine precious,</l>
                  <l>And preach vs pouert and diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>And fiſhen hemſelfe great richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>With wily nettes that they caſt,</l>
                  <l>It woll come foule out at the laſt.</l>
                  <l>They ben fro cleane religion went,</l>
                  <l>They make the world an argument,</l>
                  <l>That hath a foule concluſion.</l>
                  <l>I have a robe of religion,</l>
                  <l>Then am I all religious,</l>
                  <l>This argument is all roignous,</l>
                  <l>It is not worth a crooked Brere,</l>
                  <l>* Habite ne maketh neither Monke ne Frere,</l>
                  <l>But cleane life and deuotion,</l>
                  <l>Maketh men of good religion.</l>
                  <l>Natheleſſe, there can none anſwere,</l>
                  <l>How high that euer his head he <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>here,</l>
                  <l>With raſour whetted neuer ſo kene,</l>
                  <l>That guile in braunches cutte thurtene,</l>
                  <l>There can no wight diſtinct it ſo,</l>
                  <l>That he dare ſay a word thereto.</l>
                  <l>But what herborow that euer I take,</l>
                  <l>Or what ſemblaunt that euer I make,</l>
                  <l>I meane but guile, and follow that,</l>
                  <l>For right no more than Gibbe our Cat,</l>
                  <l>(That awaiteth Mice and Rattes to killen)</l>
                  <l>Ne entend I but to beguilen,</l>
                  <l>Ne no wight may, by my clothing</l>
                  <l>Wete with what folke is my dwelling,</l>
                  <l>Ne by my words yet parde,</l>
                  <l>So ſoft and ſo pleaſaunt they be.</l>
                  <l>Behold the deeds that I do,</l>
                  <l>But thou be blind thou oughteſt ſo,</l>
                  <l>For varie her words fro her deed,</l>
                  <l>They thinke on guile withouten dreed,</l>
                  <l>What manner clothing that they were,</l>
                  <l>Or what eſtate that euer they bere,</l>
                  <l>Lered or leud Lord or Ladie,</l>
                  <l>Knight, Squire, Burgeis, or Bailie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Right thus while fals Semblant ſermon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,</l>
                  <l>Eftſoones Love him areſoneth,</l>
                  <l>
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And brake his tale in his ſpeaking</l>
                  <l>As though he had him told leaſing,</l>
                  <l>And ſaied: what deuill is that I heare?</l>
                  <l>What folke haſt thou vs nempned here:</l>
                  <l>May men find religioun</l>
                  <l>In worldly habitatioun?</l>
                  <l>* Yea ſir, it followeth nat that they</l>
                  <l>Should lead a wicked life parfey,</l>
                  <l>Ne not therefore her ſoules leſe,</l>
                  <l>That hem to worldly clothes cheſe,</l>
                  <l>For certes it were great pitee,</l>
                  <l>Men may in ſecular clothes ſee,</l>
                  <l>Floriſhen holy religiouns</l>
                  <l>Full many a ſaint in field and toun,</l>
                  <l>With many a virgine glorious,</l>
                  <l>Deuout, and full religious,</l>
                  <l>Han died, that common cloth aye beren,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſaintes neuertheleſſe they weren.</l>
                  <l>I could recken you may a ten.</l>
                  <l>Yea welnigh all theſe holy women</l>
                  <l>That men in churches herry and ſeke,</l>
                  <l>Both maidens, and theſe wiues eke,</l>
                  <l>That baren full many a faire child here,</l>
                  <l>Weared alway clothes ſeculere,</l>
                  <l>And in the ſame diden they</l>
                  <l>That ſaints weren, and ben alway.</l>
                  <l>The ix. thouſand maidens dere,</l>
                  <l>That beren in heauen her cierges clere,</l>
                  <l>Of which men rede in church and ſing,</l>
                  <l>Were take in ſecular clothing,</l>
                  <l>When they receiued martirdome,</l>
                  <l>And wonnen heauen vnto her home.</l>
                  <l>* Good heart maketh the good thought,</l>
                  <l>The clothing yeueth ne reueth nought:</l>
                  <l>The good thought and the worching,</l>
                  <l>That maketh the religion flouring,</l>
                  <l>There lieth the good religioun,</l>
                  <l>After the right ententioun.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Who ſo tooke a weathers skin,</l>
                  <l>And wrapped a greedy wolfe therein,</l>
                  <l>For he ſhould go with lambes white,</l>
                  <l>Weneſt thou not he would hem bite?</l>
                  <l>Yes: Neuertheleſſe as he were wood</l>
                  <l>He would hem wirry, and drinke the blood,</l>
                  <l>And well the rather hem deceiue,</l>
                  <l>For ſith they coud nat perceiue</l>
                  <l>His tregette, and his crueltie,</l>
                  <l>They would him follow, altho he flie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>IF there be wolues of ſuch hew,</l>
                  <l>Amongs theſe Apoſtles new</l>
                  <l>Thou holy church thou maiſt be wailed,</l>
                  <l>Sith that thy citie is aſſailed</l>
                  <l>Through knights of thine owne table,</l>
                  <l>God wot thy lordſhip is doutable,</l>
                  <l>If they enforce it to win:</l>
                  <l>That ſhould defend it fro within:</l>
                  <l>Who might defence ayenſt hem make,</l>
                  <l>Without ſtroke it mote be take,</l>
                  <l>Of trepeget or mangonell,</l>
                  <l>Without diſplaying of penſell,</l>
                  <l>And if God nill done it ſuccour,</l>
                  <l>But let renne in this colour,</l>
                  <l>Thou muſt thy heſtes letten bee,</l>
                  <l>Then is there nought, but yeeld thee,</l>
                  <l>Or yeue him tribute doutles,</l>
                  <l>And hold it of hem to have pees,</l>
                  <l>But greater harme betide thee,</l>
                  <l>That they all maiſter of it bee,</l>
                  <l>Well con they ſcorne thee withall,</l>
                  <l>By day ſtuffen they the wall,</l>
                  <l>And all the night they minen there,</l>
                  <l>Nay, thou planten muſt els where</l>
                  <l>Thine impes, if thou wolt fruit have,</l>
                  <l>Abide not there thy ſelfe to ſave.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>BVt now peace, here I turne againe,</l>
                  <l>I woll no more of this thing faine,</l>
                  <l>If I might maken you weary,</l>
                  <l>But I woll heten you alway;</l>
                  <l>To helpe your friends what I may;</l>
                  <l>So they wollen my company,</l>
                  <l>For they been ſhent all vtterly,</l>
                  <l>But if ſo fall, that I be</l>
                  <l>Oft with hem, and they with me,</l>
                  <l>And eke my lemman mote they ſerue,</l>
                  <l>Or they ſhull not my love deſerue,</l>
                  <l>Forſooth I am a falſe traitour,</l>
                  <l>God iudged me for a theefe trechour,</l>
                  <l>Forſworne I am, but well nigh none</l>
                  <l>Wote of my guile, till it be done.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Through me hath many one deth receiued,</l>
                  <l>That my treget neuer aperceiued,</l>
                  <l>And yet receiueth, and ſhall receiue,</l>
                  <l>That my falſeneſſe ſhall neuer apperceiue:</l>
                  <l>But who ſo doth, if he wiſe be,</l>
                  <l>Him is right good beware of me.</l>
                  <l>But ſo ſligh is the aperceiuing</l>
                  <l>That all to late commeth knowing,</l>
                  <l>For Protheus that coud him chaunge,</l>
                  <l>In euery ſhape homely and ſtraunge,</l>
                  <l>Coud neuer ſuch guile ne treaſoun</l>
                  <l>As I, for I come neuer in toun</l>
                  <l>There as I might knowen be,</l>
                  <l>Though men me both might here and ſee.</l>
                  <l>Full well I can my clothes chaunge,</l>
                  <l>Take one, and make another ſtraunge.</l>
                  <l>Now am I Knight, now Chaſtelaine,</l>
                  <l>Now Prelate, and now Chaplaine,</l>
                  <l>Now Prieſt, now Clerke, now Foſtere,</l>
                  <l>Now am I Maiſter, now Schollere</l>
                  <l>Now Monke, now Chanon, now Baily,</l>
                  <l>What euer miſter man am I.</l>
                  <l>Now am I Prince, now am I Page,</l>
                  <l>And can by heart euery language,</l>
                  <l>Sometime am I hoore and old,</l>
                  <l>Now am I young, ſtout, and bold,</l>
                  <l>Now am I Robert, now Robin,</l>
                  <l>Now Frere Minor, now Iacobin,</l>
                  <l>And with me followeth my loteby,</l>
                  <l>To done me ſollace and company,</l>
                  <l>That hight dame Abſtinence, and raigned</l>
                  <l>In many a queint array faigned,</l>
                  <l>Right as it commeth to her liking,</l>
                  <l>I fulfill all her deſiring.</l>
                  <l>Sometime a womans cloth take I,</l>
                  <l>Now am I a Maid, now Lady.</l>
                  <l>Sometime I am religious,</l>
                  <l>Now like an Anker in an hous.</l>
                  <l>Sometime am I Prioreſſe,</l>
                  <l>And now a Nonne, and now Abbeſſe,</l>
                  <l>
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And go through all regiouns,</l>
                  <l>Seeking all religiouns.</l>
                  <l>But to what order that I am ſworne,</l>
                  <l>I take the ſtraw and beat the corne,</l>
                  <l>To jolly folke I enhabite,</l>
                  <l>I aske no more but her habite.</l>
                  <l>What woll ye more in every wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Right as me liſt I me diſguiſe?</l>
                  <l>Well can I beare me under wede,</l>
                  <l>Vnlike is my word to my dede,</l>
                  <l>Thus make I into my trappes fall</l>
                  <l>The people, through my priviledges all,</l>
                  <l>That ben in Chriſtendome alive.</l>
                  <l>I may aſſoile, and I may ſhrive,</l>
                  <l>That no Prelate may let me</l>
                  <l>All folke, where ever they found be,</l>
                  <l>I not no Prelate may done ſo,</l>
                  <l>But it the Pope be, and no mo,</l>
                  <l>That made thilke eſtabliſhing,</l>
                  <l>Now is not this a proper thing?</l>
                  <l>But were my ſleights apperceiued</l>
                  <l>As I was wont, and woll thou why?</l>
                  <l>For I did hem a tregetry,</l>
                  <l>But there of yeue I a little tale,</l>
                  <l>I have the ſiluer and the male,</l>
                  <l>So have I preached and eke ſhriuen,</l>
                  <l>So have I take, ſo have I yeuen,</l>
                  <l>Through her folly, husbond and wife,</l>
                  <l>That I lede right a jolly life,</l>
                  <l>Through ſimpleſſe of the Prelacie,</l>
                  <l>They know not all my tregettrie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>BVt for as much as man and wife</l>
                  <l>Should ſhew her pariſh Prieſt her life</l>
                  <l>Ones a yeare, as ſayth the Booke,</l>
                  <l>Ere any wight his houſel tooke:</l>
                  <l>Then have I priviledges large,</l>
                  <l>That may of much thing diſcharge,</l>
                  <l>For he may ſay right thus pardee:</l>
                  <l>Sir Prieſt, in ſhrift I tell it thee,</l>
                  <l>That he to whom that I am ſhriven,</l>
                  <l>Hath me aſſoyled, and me yeven</l>
                  <l>Pennaunce ſoothly for my ſin,</l>
                  <l>Which that I found me guilty in,</l>
                  <l>Ne I ne haue never entencion</l>
                  <l>To make double confeſſion,</l>
                  <l>Ne rehearſe eft my ſhrift to thee,</l>
                  <l>O ſhrift is right ynough to mee,</l>
                  <l>This ought thee ſuffice wele,</l>
                  <l>Ne be not rebell never adele,</l>
                  <l>For certes, though thou haddeſt it ſworne,</l>
                  <l>I wote no Prieſt ne Prelate borne,</l>
                  <l>That may to ſhrift eft me conſtraine,</l>
                  <l>And if they done I woll me plaine,</l>
                  <l>For I wote where to plaine wele,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt not ſtrein me adele,</l>
                  <l>Ne enforce me ne not me trouble,</l>
                  <l>To make my confeſſion double,</l>
                  <l>Ne I have none affection</l>
                  <l>To have double abſolution:</l>
                  <l>The firſt is right ynough to mee,</l>
                  <l>This latter aſſoyling quite I thee,</l>
                  <l>I am unbound, what maiſt thou find</l>
                  <l>More of my ſinnes me to unbind?</l>
                  <l>For he that might hath in his hond,</l>
                  <l>Of all my ſinnes me unbond,</l>
                  <l>And if thou wolt me thus conſtraine</l>
                  <l>That me mote needs on thee plaine,</l>
                  <l>There ſhall no judge imperiall,</l>
                  <l>Ne biſhop, ne officiall,</l>
                  <l>Done judgment on me, for I</l>
                  <l>Shall gone and plaine me openly</l>
                  <l>Vnto my ſhriftfather new,</l>
                  <l>That hight Frere Wolfe untrew,</l>
                  <l>And he ſhall chuſe him for mee,</l>
                  <l>For I trow he can hamper thee,</l>
                  <l>But lord he would be wroth withall,</l>
                  <l>If men would him Frere Wolfe call,</l>
                  <l>For he would have no patience,</l>
                  <l>But done all cruell vengience,</l>
                  <l>He would his might done at the leeſt,</l>
                  <l>Nothing ſpare for Gods heeſt,</l>
                  <l>And God ſo wiſe be my ſuccour,</l>
                  <l>But thou yeve me my ſaviour</l>
                  <l>At Eaſter, when it liketh mee,</l>
                  <l>Without preaſing more on thee,</l>
                  <l>I woll forth, and to him gone,</l>
                  <l>And he ſhall houſell me anone,</l>
                  <l>For I am out of thy grutching,</l>
                  <l>I keepe not deale with thee nothing.</l>
                  <l>Thus may he ſhrive him, that forſaketh</l>
                  <l>His pariſh prieſt, and to me taketh,</l>
                  <l>And if the prieſt woll him refuſe,</l>
                  <l>I am full ready him to accuſe,</l>
                  <l>And him puniſh and hamper ſo,</l>
                  <l>That he his church ſhall forgo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But who ſo hath in his feeling</l>
                  <l>The conſequence of ſuch ſhriving,</l>
                  <l>Shall ſeene, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> prieſt may never have might</l>
                  <l>To know the conſcience aright</l>
                  <l>Of him that is under his cure:</l>
                  <l>And this is ayenſt holy ſcripture,</l>
                  <l>That biddeth every herde honeſt,</l>
                  <l>Have very knowing of his beeſt.</l>
                  <l>But poore folke that gone by ſtrete,</l>
                  <l>That have no gold, ne ſums grete,</l>
                  <l>Hem would I let to her Prelates,</l>
                  <l>Or let her Prieſts know her ſtates,</l>
                  <l>For to me right nought yeve they,</l>
                  <l>And why it is, for they ne may.</l>
                  <l>They ben ſo bare, I take no keepe,</l>
                  <l>But I woll have the fat ſheepe,</l>
                  <l>Let pariſh Prieſts have the lene,</l>
                  <l>I yeve not of her harme a bene,</l>
                  <l>And if that Prelates grutch it,</l>
                  <l>That oughten wroth be in her wit,</l>
                  <l>To leſe her fat beaſts ſo,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall yeve hem a ſtroke or two,</l>
                  <l>That they ſhall leſen with force,</l>
                  <l>Yea, both her Mitre and her Croce.</l>
                  <l>Thus yape I hem, and have do long,</l>
                  <l>My priviledges ben ſo ſtrong.</l>
                  <l>Falſe Semblant would have ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>inted here,</l>
                  <l>But Love ne made him no ſuch chere,</l>
                  <l>That he was weary of his ſaw,</l>
                  <l>But for to make him glad and faw,</l>
                  <l>He ſaid, tell on more ſpecially,</l>
                  <l>How that thou ſerveſt untruly.</l>
                  <l>Tell forth, and ſhame thee never adele,</l>
                  <l>For as thine habit ſheweth wele,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſerveſt an holy Hermite.</l>
                  <l>Sooth is, but I am but an hypocrite,</l>
                  <l>
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Thou goeſt and preacheſt poverte?</l>
                  <l>Yea ſir, but richeſſe hath poſte,</l>
                  <l>Thou preacheſt abſtinence alſo?</l>
                  <l>Sir, I woll fillen ſo mote I go</l>
                  <l>My paunch, of good meat and wine,</l>
                  <l>As ſhould a maiſter of divine,</l>
                  <l>For how that I me poore faine,</l>
                  <l>Yet all poore folke I diſdaine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I Love better the acquaintaunce</l>
                  <l>Ten times of the king of Fraunce,</l>
                  <l>Than of a poore man of mild mood,</l>
                  <l>Though that his ſoule be alſo good.</l>
                  <l>For when I ſee beggers quaking,</l>
                  <l>Naked on mixins all ſtinking,</l>
                  <l>For hunger crie, and eke for care,</l>
                  <l>I entremet not of her fare,</l>
                  <l>They ben ſo poore, and full of pine,</l>
                  <l>They might not ones yeve me a dine,</l>
                  <l>For they have nothing but her life,</l>
                  <l>* What ſhould he yeve y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> licketh his knife?</l>
                  <l>It is but folly to entremete</l>
                  <l>Te ſeeke in hounds neſt fat mete:</l>
                  <l>Let beare him to the ſpittle anone,</l>
                  <l>But for me, comfort get they none,</l>
                  <l>But a rich ſicke uſurere</l>
                  <l>Would I viſite and draw nere,</l>
                  <l>Him would I comfort and rehete,</l>
                  <l>For I hope of his gold to gete,</l>
                  <l>And if that wicked death him have,</l>
                  <l>I woll go with him in his grave,</l>
                  <l>And there any reprove me,</l>
                  <l>Why that I let the poore be,</l>
                  <l>Woſt thou how I not aſcape,</l>
                  <l>I ſay and ſweare him full rape,</l>
                  <l>That rich men han more tetches</l>
                  <l>Of ſinne, than han poore wretches,</l>
                  <l>And han of counſaile more miſtere,</l>
                  <l>And therefore I would draw hem nere,</l>
                  <l>But as great hurt, it may ſo be,</l>
                  <l>Hath a ſoule in right great poverte,</l>
                  <l>As ſoule in great richeſſe forſooth,</l>
                  <l>Albeit that they hurten both,</l>
                  <l>* For richeſſe and mendicities</l>
                  <l>Ben cleped two extreamities,</l>
                  <l>The meane is cleped Suffiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>There lieth of vertue the aboundaunce.</l>
                  <l>For Salomon full well I wote,</l>
                  <l>In his Parables us wrote,</l>
                  <l>As it is knowen of many a wight,</l>
                  <l>In his thirteene chapiter right,</l>
                  <l>God thou me keepe for thy poſte,</l>
                  <l>* Fro richeſſe and mendicite,</l>
                  <l>For if a rich man him dreſſe,</l>
                  <l>To thinke too much on richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>His heart on that ſo ferre is ſette,</l>
                  <l>That he his creator doth foryette,</l>
                  <l>And him that beggeth, woll aye greve,</l>
                  <l>How ſhould I by his word him leve,</l>
                  <l>Vnneth that he nis a micher,</l>
                  <l>Forſworne, or els Gods lier,</l>
                  <l>Thus ſayth Salomon ſawes.</l>
                  <l>Ne we find written in no lawes,</l>
                  <l>And namely in our Chriſten lay,</l>
                  <l>(Who ſaith ye, I dare ſay nay)</l>
                  <l>That Chriſt, ne his Apoſtles dere,</l>
                  <l>While that they walked in earth here,</l>
                  <l>Were never ſeene herbred begging,</l>
                  <l>For they nolden beggen for nothing.</l>
                  <l>And right thus were men wont to teach,</l>
                  <l>And in this wiſe would it preach,</l>
                  <l>The maiſters of divinitie</l>
                  <l>Sometime in Paris the citie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>ANd if men would there gaine appoſe</l>
                  <l>The naked text, and let the gloſe,</l>
                  <l>It might ſoone aſſoiled bee,</l>
                  <l>For men may well the ſooth ſee,</l>
                  <l>That parde they might aske a thing</l>
                  <l>Plainely forth without begging,</l>
                  <l>For they weren Gods heerdes dere,</l>
                  <l>And cure of ſoules hadden here,</l>
                  <l>They nolde nothing begge her food,</l>
                  <l>For after Chriſt was done on rood,</l>
                  <l>With their proper honds they wrought,</l>
                  <l>And with travaile, and els nought,</l>
                  <l>They wonnen all her ſuſtenaunce,</l>
                  <l>And liueden forth in her pennaunce,</l>
                  <l>And the remenaunt yafe away</l>
                  <l>To other poore folkes alway.</l>
                  <l>They neither builden toure ne halle,</l>
                  <l>But they in houſes ſmall with alle.</l>
                  <l>A mighty man that can and may,</l>
                  <l>Should with his hond and body alway,</l>
                  <l>Winne him his food in labouring,</l>
                  <l>If he ne have rent or ſuch a thing,</l>
                  <l>Although he be religious,</l>
                  <l>And God to ſerven curious,</l>
                  <l>Thus mote he done, or do treſpaas,</l>
                  <l>But if it be in certaine caas,</l>
                  <l>That I can rehearſe, if miſter bee,</l>
                  <l>Right well, when the time I ſee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Seeke the booke of ſaint Auguſtine,</l>
                  <l>Be it in paper or perchemene,</l>
                  <l>There as he writte of theſe worchings,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt ſeene that none excuſings</l>
                  <l>A perfit man ne ſhould ſeeke</l>
                  <l>By words, ne by deeds eke,</l>
                  <l>Although he be religious,</l>
                  <l>And God to ſerven curious,</l>
                  <l>That he ne ſhall, ſo mote I go,</l>
                  <l>With proper honds and body alſo</l>
                  <l>Get his food in labouring,</l>
                  <l>If he ne have properte of thing,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſhould he ſell all his ſubſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>And with his ſwinke have ſuſtenaunce,</l>
                  <l>If he be perfite in bounte,</l>
                  <l>Thus han the bookes told me:</l>
                  <l>* For he that woll gone idelly,</l>
                  <l>And uſeth it aye buſily</l>
                  <l>To haunten other mens table,</l>
                  <l>He is a trechour full of fable,</l>
                  <l>Ne he ne may by good reaſon</l>
                  <l>Excuſe him by his oriſon,</l>
                  <l>For men behoveth in ſome giſe,</l>
                  <l>Ben ſometime in Gods ſervice,</l>
                  <l>To gone and purchaſen her nede.</l>
                  <l>Men mote eaten, that is no drede,</l>
                  <l>And ſleepe, and eke do other thing,</l>
                  <l>So long may they leave praying.</l>
                  <l>So may they eke her prayer blinne,</l>
                  <l>While that they werke her meat to winne,</l>
                  <l>
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Saint Auſtine woll thereto accord,</l>
                  <l>In thilke booke that I record.</l>
                  <l>Iuſtinian eke, that made lawes,</l>
                  <l>Hath thus forboden by old ſawes:</l>
                  <l>No man, vp paine to be dead,</l>
                  <l>Mighty of body, to beg his bread,</l>
                  <l>If he may ſwinke it for to gete,</l>
                  <l>Men ſhould him rather maine or bete,</l>
                  <l>Or done of him aperte iuſtice,</l>
                  <l>Than ſuffren him in ſuch mallice.</l>
                  <l>They done not well ſo mote I go,</l>
                  <l>That taken ſuch almeſſe ſo,</l>
                  <l>But if they have ſome priviledge,</l>
                  <l>That of the paine hem woll alledge.</l>
                  <l>But how that is, can I not ſee,</l>
                  <l>But if the prince deceived bee,</l>
                  <l>Ne I ne wene not ſikerly,</l>
                  <l>That they may have it rightfully.</l>
                  <l>But I woll not determine</l>
                  <l>Of princes power, ne define,</l>
                  <l>Ne by my word comprehend ywis,</l>
                  <l>If it ſo ferre may ſtretch in this,</l>
                  <l>I woll not entremete a dele,</l>
                  <l>But I trow that the booke ſayth wele,</l>
                  <l>Who that taketh almeſſes, that bee</l>
                  <l>Dew to folke that men may ſee</l>
                  <l>Lame, feeble, weary, and bare,</l>
                  <l>Poore, or in ſuch manner care,</l>
                  <l>That con winne hem nevermo,</l>
                  <l>For they have no power thereto:</l>
                  <l>He eateth his owne dampning,</l>
                  <l>But if he lie that made all thing.</l>
                  <l>And if ye ſuch a truant find,</l>
                  <l>Chaſtiſe him well, if ye be kind,</l>
                  <l>But they would hate you parcaas,</l>
                  <l>If ye fillen in her laas.</l>
                  <l>They would eftſoones do you ſcathe,</l>
                  <l>If that they might, late or rathe,</l>
                  <l>For they be not full patient,</l>
                  <l>That han the world thus foule blent,</l>
                  <l>* And weteth well, that God bad</l>
                  <l>The good man ſell all that he had,</l>
                  <l>And follow him, and to poore it yeve,</l>
                  <l>He would not therefore that he live,</l>
                  <l>To ſerven him in mendience,</l>
                  <l>For it was never his ſentence,</l>
                  <l>But he bad werken when that need is,</l>
                  <l>And follow him in good deedis.</l>
                  <l>* Saint Poule that loved all holy church,</l>
                  <l>He bade the Apoſtles for to wurch,</l>
                  <l>And winnen her live lode in that wiſe,</l>
                  <l>And hem defended truandiſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, werketh with your honden,</l>
                  <l>Thus ſhould the thing be vnderſtonden.</l>
                  <l>He nolde iwis have bid hem begging,</l>
                  <l>Ne ſellen Goſpell, ne preaching,</l>
                  <l>Leaſt they beraft, with her asking,</l>
                  <l>Folke of her cattell or of her thing.</l>
                  <l>For in this world is many a man</l>
                  <l>That yeveth his good, for he ne can</l>
                  <l>Werne it for ſhame, or els he</l>
                  <l>Would of the asker delivered be,</l>
                  <l>And for he him encombreth ſo,</l>
                  <l>He yeveth him good to let him go:</l>
                  <l>But it can him nothing profite,</l>
                  <l>They leſe the yeſt and the merite.</l>
                  <l>The good folke that Poule to preached,</l>
                  <l>Profred him oft, when he hem teached,</l>
                  <l>Some of her good in charite,</l>
                  <l>But thereof right nothing tooke he,</l>
                  <l>But of his hond would he gette</l>
                  <l>Clothes to wrine him, and his mete.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>TEll me then how a man may liven,</l>
                  <l>That all his good to poore hath yeven,</l>
                  <l>And woll but onely bidde his bedes,</l>
                  <l>And never with honds labour his nedes.</l>
                  <l>May he do ſo? Yea ſir: And how?</l>
                  <l>Sir I woll gladly tell you:</l>
                  <l>Saint Auſten faith, a man may be</l>
                  <l>In houſes that han properte,</l>
                  <l>As templers and hoſpitelers,</l>
                  <l>And as theſe Chanons regulers,</l>
                  <l>Or white Monkes, or theſe blake,</l>
                  <l>I woll no mo enſamples make,</l>
                  <l>And take thereof his ſuſteining,</l>
                  <l>For therein lithe no begging,</l>
                  <l>But otherwaies not iwis,</l>
                  <l>Yet Auſten gabbeth not of this,</l>
                  <l>And yet full many a Monke laboureth,</l>
                  <l>That God in holy Church honoureth:</l>
                  <l>For when her ſwinking is agone,</l>
                  <l>They rede and ſing in Church anone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And for there hath ben great diſcord,</l>
                  <l>As many a wight may beare record,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the eſtate of mendicience,</l>
                  <l>I woll ſhortely in your preſence,</l>
                  <l>Tell how a man may begge at need,</l>
                  <l>That hath not wherewith him to feed,</l>
                  <l>Maugre his fellowes ianglings,</l>
                  <l>For ſoothfaſtneſſe woll none hidings,</l>
                  <l>And yet percaſe I may abey,</l>
                  <l>That I to you ſoothly thus ſey.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>LO here the caſe eſpeciall,</l>
                  <l>If a man be ſo beſtiall,</l>
                  <l>That he of no craft hath ſcience,</l>
                  <l>And nought deſireth ignorence,</l>
                  <l>Then may he go a begging yerne,</l>
                  <l>Till he ſome other craft can lerne,</l>
                  <l>Through which without truanding,</l>
                  <l>He may in trouth have his living.</l>
                  <l>Or if he may done no labour,</l>
                  <l>For elde, or ſickneſſe, or langour,</l>
                  <l>Or for his tender age alſo,</l>
                  <l>Then may he yet a begging go.</l>
                  <l>Or if he have peraventure,</l>
                  <l>Through vſage of his noriture,</l>
                  <l>Lived over deliciouſly,</l>
                  <l>Then oughten good folke comenly,</l>
                  <l>Han of his miſcheefe ſome pite,</l>
                  <l>And ſuffren him alſo, that he</l>
                  <l>May gone about and begge his bread,</l>
                  <l>That he be not for honger dead,</l>
                  <l>Or if he have of craft conning,</l>
                  <l>And ſtrength alſo, and deſiring</l>
                  <l>To worchen, as he had what,</l>
                  <l>But he find neither this ne that,</l>
                  <l>Then may he begge till that he</l>
                  <l>Have getten his neceſſite.</l>
                  <l>Or if his winning be ſo lite,</l>
                  <l>That his labour woll not aquite</l>
                  <l>
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Sufficiauntly all his living,</l>
                  <l>Yet may he go his brede begging</l>
                  <l>Fro dore to dore, he may go trace,</l>
                  <l>Till he the remnaunt may purchaſe.</l>
                  <l>Or if a man would vndertake</l>
                  <l>Any empriſe for to make,</l>
                  <l>In the reſcous of our lay,</l>
                  <l>And it defenden as he may,</l>
                  <l>Be it with armes or lettrure,</l>
                  <l>Or other convenable cure,</l>
                  <l>If it be ſo he poore be,</l>
                  <l>Then may he begge, till that he</l>
                  <l>May find in trouth for to ſwinke,</l>
                  <l>And get him cloth, meat, and drinke,</l>
                  <l>Swinke he with his honds corporell,</l>
                  <l>And not with hondes eſpirituell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>IN all this caſe, and in ſemblables,</l>
                  <l>If that there ben mo reaſonables,</l>
                  <l>He may begge, as I tell you here,</l>
                  <l>And els not in no manere,</l>
                  <l>As William ſaint Amour would preach,</l>
                  <l>And oft would diſpute and teach</l>
                  <l>Of this matter all openly</l>
                  <l>At Paris full ſolemnely,</l>
                  <l>And alſo God my ſoule bleſſe,</l>
                  <l>As he had in this ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
                  <l>The accord of the vniverſite</l>
                  <l>And of the people, as ſeemeth me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>No good man ought it to refuſe,</l>
                  <l>Ne ought him thereof to excuſe,</l>
                  <l>Be wrothe or blithe, who ſo be,</l>
                  <l>For I woll ſpeake, and tell it thee,</l>
                  <l>All ſhould I die, and be put doun,</l>
                  <l>As was ſaint Poule in derke priſoun,</l>
                  <l>Or be exiled in this caas</l>
                  <l>With wrong, as maiſter William was,</l>
                  <l>That my mother Hypocriſie</l>
                  <l>Baniſhed for her great envie.</l>
                  <l>My mother flemed him ſaint Amour,</l>
                  <l>This noble did ſuch labour</l>
                  <l>To ſuſtaine ever the loyalte,</l>
                  <l>That hee too much agilte me,</l>
                  <l>He made a booke, and let it write,</l>
                  <l>Wherein his life he did all write,</l>
                  <l>And would eche remed begging,</l>
                  <l>And live by my travelling,</l>
                  <l>If I ne had rent ne other good,</l>
                  <l>What weneth he that I were wood?</l>
                  <l>For labour might me never pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>I have more will to ben at eaſe,</l>
                  <l>And have well lever, ſooth to ſay,</l>
                  <l>Before the people patter and pray,</l>
                  <l>And wrie me in my foxerie</l>
                  <l>Vnder a cope of papelardie.</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Love) what divell is this that I here,</l>
                  <l>What words telleſt thou me here,</l>
                  <l>What ſir Falſeneſſe that apert is,</l>
                  <l>Then dredeſt thou not God? No certes:</l>
                  <l>For ſelde in great thing ſhall he ſpede</l>
                  <l>In this world, that God woll drede,</l>
                  <l>For folke that hem to vertue yeven,</l>
                  <l>And truely on her owne liven,</l>
                  <l>And hem in goodneſſe aye content,</l>
                  <l>On hem is little thrift iſent,</l>
                  <l>Such folke drinken great miſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>That life may me never pleaſe.</l>
                  <l>But ſee what gold han vſerers,</l>
                  <l>And ſilver eke in garners,</l>
                  <l>Tailagiers, and theſe moniours,</l>
                  <l>Bailiffes, Beadles, Provoſt, Countours,</l>
                  <l>Theſe liven well nigh by ravine,</l>
                  <l>The ſmall people hem mote encline,</l>
                  <l>Aud they as wolves woll hem eten:</l>
                  <l>Vpon the poore folke they geten</l>
                  <l>Full much of that they ſpend or kepe,</l>
                  <l>Nis none of hem that he nill ſtrepe,</l>
                  <l>And wrine hem ſelfe well at full</l>
                  <l>Without ſcalding they hem pull.</l>
                  <l>* The ſtrong the feeble overgothe,</l>
                  <l>But I that weare my ſimple clothe,</l>
                  <l>Robbe both robbed, and robbours,</l>
                  <l>And guile guiling, and guilours:</l>
                  <l>By my treget, I gather and threſte</l>
                  <l>The great treaſour into my cheſte,</l>
                  <l>That lieth with me ſo faſt bound,</l>
                  <l>Mine high paleis doe I found,</l>
                  <l>And my delights I fulfill,</l>
                  <l>With wine at feaſtes at my will,</l>
                  <l>And tables full of entremees,</l>
                  <l>I woll no life, but eaſe and pees,</l>
                  <l>And winne gold to ſpend alſo,</l>
                  <l>For when the great bagge is go,</l>
                  <l>It commeth right with my yapes,</l>
                  <l>Make I not well tomble mine apes,</l>
                  <l>To winnen is alway mine entent,</l>
                  <l>My purchaſe is better than my rent,</l>
                  <l>For though I ſhould beaten be,</l>
                  <l>Over all I entremete me,</l>
                  <l>Without me may no wight dure,</l>
                  <l>I walke ſoules for to cure,</l>
                  <l>Of all the world cure have I</l>
                  <l>In brede and length boldly,</l>
                  <l>I woll both preach and eke counſailen,</l>
                  <l>With honds woll I not travailen,</l>
                  <l>For of the Pope I have the bull,</l>
                  <l>I ne hold not my wittes dull,</l>
                  <l>I woll not ſtinten in my live</l>
                  <l>Theſe Emperours for to ſhrive,</l>
                  <l>Of Kings, Dukes, and Lords grete:</l>
                  <l>But poore folke all quite I lete,</l>
                  <l>I love no ſuch ſhriving parde,</l>
                  <l>But it for other cauſe be:</l>
                  <l>I recke not of poore men,</l>
                  <l>Her eſtate is not worth an ben.</l>
                  <l>Where findeſt thou a ſwinker of labour</l>
                  <l>Have me to his confeſſour?</l>
                  <l>But Empreſſes, and Ducheſſes,</l>
                  <l>Theſe Queenes, and eke Counteſſes,</l>
                  <l>Theſe Abbeſſes, and eke Bigins,</l>
                  <l>Theſe great Ladies palaſins,</l>
                  <l>Theſe iolly Knights, and Bailives,</l>
                  <l>Theſe Nonnes, and theſe Burgeis wives</l>
                  <l>That rich been, and eke pleaſing,</l>
                  <l>And theſe Maidens welfaring,</l>
                  <l>Where ſo they clad or naked be,</l>
                  <l>Vncounſailed goeth there none fro me,</l>
                  <l>And for her ſoules ſafete,</l>
                  <l>At Lord and Lady, and her meine,</l>
                  <l>I aske, when they hem to me ſhrive</l>
                  <l>The propertie of all her live,</l>
                  <l>
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And make hem trow both moſt and leaſt</l>
                  <l>Her pariſh Prieſt is but a beaſt</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt me and my company,</l>
                  <l>That ſhrewes been as great (as I)</l>
                  <l>For which I woll not hide in hold,</l>
                  <l>No privete that me is told,</l>
                  <l>That I by word or ſigne iwis,</l>
                  <l>Ne woll make hem know what it is,</l>
                  <l>And they wollen alſo tellen me,</l>
                  <l>They hele fro me no privite.</l>
                  <l>And for to make you hem perceiven,</l>
                  <l>That vſen folke thus to deceiven,</l>
                  <l>I woll you ſaine withouten drede,</l>
                  <l>What men may in the Goſpell rede,</l>
                  <l>Of ſaint Mathew the Goſpellere,</l>
                  <l>That ſaieth, as I ſhall you ſay here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>VPon the chaire of Moſes</l>
                  <l>Thus it is gloſed doubtles,</l>
                  <l>(That is the old Teſtament,</l>
                  <l>For thereby is the chaire ment)</l>
                  <l>Sitte Scribes and Phariſen,</l>
                  <l>That is to ſaine, the curſed men,</l>
                  <l>Which that we, Ipocrites call:</l>
                  <l>Doeth that they preach I rede you all,</l>
                  <l>But doeth not as they doen adele,</l>
                  <l>That been not weary to ſay wele,</l>
                  <l>But to doe well, no will have they,</l>
                  <l>And they would bind on folke alway,</l>
                  <l>(That been to be beguiled able)</l>
                  <l>Burdons that been importable,</l>
                  <l>On folkes ſhoulders things they couchen,</l>
                  <l>That they nill with their fingers touchen.</l>
                  <l>And why woll they not touch it, why?</l>
                  <l>For hem ne liſt nat ſikerly,</l>
                  <l>For ſadde burdons that men taken,</l>
                  <l>Make folkes ſhoulders aken.</l>
                  <l>And if they do ought that good bee,</l>
                  <l>That is for folke it ſhould ſee,</l>
                  <l>Her burdons larger maken they,</l>
                  <l>And maken her hemmes wide alwey,</l>
                  <l>And loven ſeates at the table</l>
                  <l>The firſt and moſt honourable,</l>
                  <l>And for to han the firſt chairis,</l>
                  <l>In Synagogues, to hem full dere is,</l>
                  <l>And willen that folke hem lout and grete,</l>
                  <l>When that they paſſen through the ſtrete,</l>
                  <l>And wollen be cleped maiſter alſo:</l>
                  <l>But they ne ſhould not willen ſo,</l>
                  <l>The Goſpell is there ayenſt I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>That ſheweth well her wickedneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>ANother cuſtome vſe we</l>
                  <l>Of hem that woll ayenſt vs be,</l>
                  <l>We hate hem deadly everychone,</l>
                  <l>And we woll werrey him, as one,</l>
                  <l>Him that one hateth, hate we all,</l>
                  <l>And coniect, how to doen him fall:</l>
                  <l>And if we ſeene him winne honour,</l>
                  <l>Richeſſe or preiſe, through his valour,</l>
                  <l>Provende, rent, or dignite,</l>
                  <l>Full faſt iwis compaſſen we,</l>
                  <l>By what ladder he is clomben ſo,</l>
                  <l>And for to maken him downe to go,</l>
                  <l>With treaſon we woll him defame,</l>
                  <l>And doen him leſe his good name.</l>
                  <l>Thus from his ladder we him take,</l>
                  <l>And thus his frends foes we make,</l>
                  <l>But word ne wete ſhall he none,</l>
                  <l>Till all his friendes been his fone,</l>
                  <l>For if we did it openly,</l>
                  <l>We might have blame readily,</l>
                  <l>For had he wiſt of our mallice,</l>
                  <l>He had him kept, but he were nice.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Another is this, that if so fall,</l>
                  <l>That there be one among vs all,</l>
                  <l>That doeth a good tourne, out of drede,</l>
                  <l>We ſaine it is our alder dede,</l>
                  <l>Yea ſikerly, though he it fained,</l>
                  <l>Or that him liſt, or that him dained</l>
                  <l>A man through him avaunced be,</l>
                  <l>Thereof all parteners be we,</l>
                  <l>And tellen folke where ſo we go,</l>
                  <l>That man through vs is ſprongen ſo.</l>
                  <l>And for to have of men praiſing,</l>
                  <l>We purchaſe through our flattering</l>
                  <l>Of rich men of great poſte</l>
                  <l>Letters, to witneſſe our bounte,</l>
                  <l>So that man weeneth that may vs ſee,</l>
                  <l>That all vertue in vs bee.</l>
                  <l>And alway poore we vs faine,</l>
                  <l>But how ſo that we begge or plaine,</l>
                  <l>We ben the folke without leaſing,</l>
                  <l>That all thing have without having.</l>
                  <l>Thus be dradde of the people iwis,</l>
                  <l>And gladly my purpoſe is this.</l>
                  <l>I deale with no wight, but he</l>
                  <l>Have gold and treaſour great plente,</l>
                  <l>Her acquaintaunce well love I,</l>
                  <l>This much my deſire ſhortly,</l>
                  <l>I entremete me of brocages,</l>
                  <l>I make peace and mariages,</l>
                  <l>I am gladly executour,</l>
                  <l>And many times a procuratour,</l>
                  <l>I am ſometime meſſangere,</l>
                  <l>That falleth not to my miſtere.</l>
                  <l>And many times I make enqueſt,</l>
                  <l>For me that office is nat honeſt,</l>
                  <l>To deale with other mens thing,</l>
                  <l>That is to me a great liking:</l>
                  <l>And if that ye have ought to do</l>
                  <l>In place that I repaire to,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall it ſpeden through my wit,</l>
                  <l>As ſoone as ye have told me it,</l>
                  <l>So that ye ſerve me to pay,</l>
                  <l>My ſervice ſhall be yours alway.</l>
                  <l>But who ſo woll chaſtice me,</l>
                  <l>Anone my love loſt hath he,</l>
                  <l>For I love no man in no giſe,</l>
                  <l>That woll me reprove or chaſtiſe,</l>
                  <l>But I woll all folke vndertake,</l>
                  <l>And of no wight no teaching take,</l>
                  <l>For I that other folke chaſtie,</l>
                  <l>Woll not be taught fro my follie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I Love none Hermitage more,</l>
                  <l>All deſerts and holtes hoore,</l>
                  <l>And great woods everychon,</l>
                  <l>I let hem to the Baptiſt Iohn,</l>
                  <l>I queth him quite, and him releſſe</l>
                  <l>Of Egipt all the wilderneſſe,</l>
                  <l>
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Too ferre were all my manſiouns</l>
                  <l>Fro all cities and good touns.</l>
                  <l>My paleis and mine houſe make I</l>
                  <l>There men may renne in openly,</l>
                  <l>And ſay that I the world forſake,</l>
                  <l>But all amidde I build and make</l>
                  <l>My houſe, and ſwim and play therein</l>
                  <l>Bette than a fiſh doeth with his ſinne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>OF Antichriſtes men am I,</l>
                  <l>Of which that Chriſt ſayeth openly,</l>
                  <l>They have habite of holineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And liven in ſuch wickedneſſe:</l>
                  <l>To the copie, if him talent tooke</l>
                  <l>Of the Evangeliſtes booke,</l>
                  <l>There might he ſee by great traiſoun</l>
                  <l>Full many a falſe compariſoun.</l>
                  <l>As much as through his great might,</l>
                  <l>Be it of heat or of light,</l>
                  <l>The Sunne ſurmounteth the Moone,</l>
                  <l>That troubler is, and chaungeth ſoone,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And the nutte kernell the ſhell,</l>
                  <l>I ſcorne nat that I you tell.</l>
                  <l>Right ſo withouten any gile</l>
                  <l>Surmounteth this noble Evangile,</l>
                  <l>The word of any Evangeliſt,</l>
                  <l>And to her title they tooken Chriſt,</l>
                  <l>And many ſuch compariſoun,</l>
                  <l>Of which I make no mentioun,</l>
                  <l>Might men in that booke find,</l>
                  <l>Who ſo could of hem have mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The vniverſitie that tho was aſleepe,</l>
                  <l>Gan for to braied, and taken keepe,</l>
                  <l>And at the noiſe, the head vp caſt,</l>
                  <l>Ne never ſithen ſlept it faſt,</l>
                  <l>But vp it ſtert, and armes tooke</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt this falſe horrible booke,</l>
                  <l>All ready battaile for to make,</l>
                  <l>And to the Iudge the booke they take.</l>
                  <l>But they that broughten the booke there,</l>
                  <l>Hent it anone away for feare,</l>
                  <l>They nolde ſhew it no more adele,</l>
                  <l>But then it kept, and keepen wele,</l>
                  <l>Till ſuch a time that they may ſee,</l>
                  <l>That they ſo ſtrong woxen bee,</l>
                  <l>That no wight may hem well withſtond,</l>
                  <l>For by that booke they durſt not ſtond,</l>
                  <l>Away they gonne it for to here,</l>
                  <l>For they ne durſt not anſwere</l>
                  <l>By expoſition no gloſe</l>
                  <l>To that that clerkes woll appoſe,</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt the curſedneſſe iwis</l>
                  <l>That in that booke written is.</l>
                  <l>Now wote I nat, ne I can nat ſee</l>
                  <l>What manner end that there ſhall bee</l>
                  <l>Of all this that they hide,</l>
                  <l>But yet algate they ſhall abide,</l>
                  <l>Till that they may it bette defend,</l>
                  <l>This trow I beſt woll be her end.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus Antechriſt abiden we,</l>
                  <l>For we been all of his meine,</l>
                  <l>And what man that woll not be ſo,</l>
                  <l>Right ſoone he ſhall his life forgo.</l>
                  <l>Outward Lamben ſeemen we,</l>
                  <l>Full of goodneſſe and of pite,</l>
                  <l>And inward we withouten fable</l>
                  <l>Been greedy Wolves raviſable.</l>
                  <l>We enviroun both lond and ſee,</l>
                  <l>With all the world werrien wee,</l>
                  <l>We woll ordaine of all thing</l>
                  <l>Of folkes good, and her living.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If there be caſtell or cite</l>
                  <l>Within that any bougerons be,</l>
                  <l>Although that they of Millaine were,</l>
                  <l>For thereof been they blamed there.</l>
                  <l>Or of a wight out of meaſure,</l>
                  <l>Would lene her gold, and take vſure,</l>
                  <l>For that he is ſo covetous,</l>
                  <l>Or if he be too lecherous,</l>
                  <l>Or theſe that haunten Simonie,</l>
                  <l>Or Provoſt full of trecherie,</l>
                  <l>Or Prelate living iollily,</l>
                  <l>Or Prieſt that halt his quein him by,</l>
                  <l>Or old hoores hoſtillers,</l>
                  <l>Or other baudes or bordellers,</l>
                  <l>Or els blamed of any vice,</l>
                  <l>Of which men ſhoulden doen iuſtice.</l>
                  <l>By all the ſaints that we prey,</l>
                  <l>But they defend them with lamprey,</l>
                  <l>With luce, with elis, with ſamons,</l>
                  <l>With tender geeſe, and with capons,</l>
                  <l>With tartes, or with cheffes fat,</l>
                  <l>With daintie flaunes, brode and flat,</l>
                  <l>With caleweis, or with pullaile,</l>
                  <l>With coninges, or with fine vitaile,</l>
                  <l>That we vnder our clothes wide,</l>
                  <l>Maken through our gollet glide,</l>
                  <l>Or but he woll doe come in haſt,</l>
                  <l>Rae veniſon bake in paſt,</l>
                  <l>Whether to that loure or groine,</l>
                  <l>He ſhall have of a corde a loigne,</l>
                  <l>With which men ſhall him bind and lede,</l>
                  <l>To brenne him for his ſinfull dede,</l>
                  <l>That men ſhull heare him crie and rore</l>
                  <l>A mile way about and more,</l>
                  <l>Or els he ſhall in priſon die,</l>
                  <l>But if he woll his friendſhip buy,</l>
                  <l>Or ſmerten that, that he hath do,</l>
                  <l>More than his guilt amounteth to.</l>
                  <l>But and he couth through his ſleight</l>
                  <l>Doe maken vp a toure of height,</l>
                  <l>Nought rought I whether of ſtone or tree,</l>
                  <l>Or yearth, or turves though it be,</l>
                  <l>Though it were of no vounde ſtone,</l>
                  <l>Wrought with ſquier and ſcantilone,</l>
                  <l>So that the toure were ſtuffed well</l>
                  <l>With all riches temporell.</l>
                  <l>And then that he would vp dreſſe</l>
                  <l>Engines, both more and leſſe,</l>
                  <l>To caſt at vs by every ſide,</l>
                  <l>To beare his good name wide.</l>
                  <l>Such ſleights I ſhall you yeven</l>
                  <l>Barrels of wine, by ſixe or ſeven,</l>
                  <l>Or gold in ſackes great plente,</l>
                  <l>He ſhould ſoone delivered be,</l>
                  <l>And if he have no ſuch pitences,</l>
                  <l>Let him ſtudie in equipolences,</l>
                  <l>And let lies and fallaces,</l>
                  <l>If that he would deſerve our graces,</l>
                  <l>Or we ſhall beare him ſuch witneſſe</l>
                  <l>Of ſinne, and of his wretchedneſſe,</l>
                  <l>
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And doen his loſe ſo wide renne,</l>
                  <l>That all quicke we ſhould him brenne,</l>
                  <l>Or els yeve him ſoch pennaunce,</l>
                  <l>That is well worſe than the pitaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For thou ſhalt never for nothing</l>
                  <l>Con knowen aright by her clothing,</l>
                  <l>The traitours full of trecherie,</l>
                  <l>But thou her werkes can eſpie.</l>
                  <l>And ne had the good keeping be</l>
                  <l>Whylome of the vniverſite,</l>
                  <l>That keepeth the key of Chriſtendome,</l>
                  <l>We had been tourmented all and ſome.</l>
                  <l>Such been the ſtinking Prophetis,</l>
                  <l>Nis none of hem, that good Prophet is,</l>
                  <l>For they through wicked entention,</l>
                  <l>The yeare of the incarnation</l>
                  <l>A thouſand and two hundred yere,</l>
                  <l>Five and fiftie ferther ne nere,</l>
                  <l>Broughten a booke with ſorrie grace,</l>
                  <l>To yeven enſample in common place,</l>
                  <l>That ſaied thus, though it were fable,</l>
                  <l>This is the Goſpell perdurable,</l>
                  <l>That fro the holy ghoſt is ſent.</l>
                  <l>Well were it worth to be brent.</l>
                  <l>Entitled was in ſuch manere</l>
                  <l>This booke, of which I tell here,</l>
                  <l>There nas no wight in all Paris,</l>
                  <l>Beforne our Ladie at parvis,</l>
                  <l>That they ne might the booke by,</l>
                  <l>The ſentence pleaſed hem well truely.</l>
                  <l>But I woll ſtint of this matere,</l>
                  <l>For it is wonder long to here,</l>
                  <l>But had that ilke booke endured,</l>
                  <l>Of better eſtate I were enſured,</l>
                  <l>And friends have I yet pardee,</l>
                  <l>That han me ſet in great degree.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>OF all this world is Emperour,</l>
                  <l>Guile my father, the trechour,</l>
                  <l>And Empreſſe my mother is,</l>
                  <l>Maugre the holy ghoſt iwis,</l>
                  <l>Our mightie linage and our rout</l>
                  <l>Reigneth in every reigne about,</l>
                  <l>And well is worthy we miniſters be,</l>
                  <l>For all this world governe we,</l>
                  <l>And can the folke ſo well deceive,</l>
                  <l>That none our guile can perceive,</l>
                  <l>And though they doen, they dare not ſay,</l>
                  <l>The ſooth dare no wight bewray.</l>
                  <l>But he in Chriſtes wrath him leadeth,</l>
                  <l>That more than Chriſt my brethren dredeth,</l>
                  <l>He nis no full good champion,</l>
                  <l>That dreadeth ſuch ſimilation,</l>
                  <l>Nor that for paine woll refuſen,</l>
                  <l>Vs to correct and accuſen.</l>
                  <l>He woll not entremete by right,</l>
                  <l>Ne have God in his eyeſight,</l>
                  <l>And therefore God ſhall him punice,</l>
                  <l>But me ne recketh of no vice,</l>
                  <l>Sithen men vs loven communably,</l>
                  <l>And holden vs for ſo worthy,</l>
                  <l>That we may folke repreve echone,</l>
                  <l>And we nill have reprefe of none,</l>
                  <l>Whom ſhoulden folke worſhippen ſo,</l>
                  <l>But vs that ſtinten never mo</l>
                  <l>To patren while that folke may vs ſee,</l>
                  <l>Though it not ſo behind hem be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>ANd where is more wood follie,</l>
                  <l>Than to enhaunce chivalrie,</l>
                  <l>And love noble men and gay,</l>
                  <l>That iolly clothes wearen alway,</l>
                  <l>If they be ſuch folke as they ſeemen,</l>
                  <l>So cleane, as men her clothes demen,</l>
                  <l>And that her wordes follow her dede,</l>
                  <l>It is great pitie out of drede,</l>
                  <l>For they woll be none Hypocritis,</l>
                  <l>Of hem me thinketh great ſpight is,</l>
                  <l>I cannot love hem on no ſide.</l>
                  <l>But beggers with theſe hoods wide,</l>
                  <l>With ſleigh and pale faces leane,</l>
                  <l>And gray clothes nat full cleane,</l>
                  <l>But fretted full of tatarwagges,</l>
                  <l>And high ſhoes knopped with dagges,</l>
                  <l>That frouncen like a quale pipe,</l>
                  <l>Or bootes riveling as a gipe.</l>
                  <l>To ſuch folke as I you deviſe,</l>
                  <l>Should princes and theſe lords wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Take all her lands and her things,</l>
                  <l>Both warre and peace in governings,</l>
                  <l>To ſuch folke ſhould a prince him yeve,</l>
                  <l>That would his life in honour live.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And if they be nat as they ſeme,</l>
                  <l>They ſerven thus the world to queme,</l>
                  <l>There would I dwell to deceive</l>
                  <l>The folke, for they ſhall nat perceive.</l>
                  <l>But I ne ſpeake in no ſuch wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That men ſhould humble habite diſpiſe,</l>
                  <l>So that no pride there vnder be,</l>
                  <l>No man ſhould hate, as thinketh me,</l>
                  <l>The poore man in ſuch clothing,</l>
                  <l>But God ne preiſeth him nothing,</l>
                  <l>That ſaieth he hath the world forſake,</l>
                  <l>And hath to worldly glory him take,</l>
                  <l>And woll of ſuch delices vſe,</l>
                  <l>Who may that begger well excuſe?</l>
                  <l>That papelarde, that him yeeldeth ſo,</l>
                  <l>And woll to worldly eaſe go,</l>
                  <l>And ſaieth that he the world hath left,</l>
                  <l>And greedily it gripeth eft,</l>
                  <l>He is the hound, ſhame is to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>That to his caſting goeth againe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>BVt vnto you dare I not lie,</l>
                  <l>But might I feelen or eſpie,</l>
                  <l>That ye perceived it nothing,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhould have a ſtarke leaſing,</l>
                  <l>Right in your hond thus to beginne,</l>
                  <l>I nolde it let for no ſinne.</l>
                  <l>The God lough at the wonder tho,</l>
                  <l>And every wight gan lough alſo,</l>
                  <l>And ſaied: lo here a man right,</l>
                  <l>For to be truſtie to every wight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>FAlſe Semblant (qd. Love) ſay to mee,</l>
                  <l>Sith I thus have avaunced thee,</l>
                  <l>That in my court is thy dwelling,</l>
                  <l>And of ribaudes ſhalt be my king,</l>
                  <l>Wolt thou well holden my forwardes?</l>
                  <l>Yea ſir, from hence forwardes,</l>
                  <l>
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We woll a people vpon him areiſe,</l>
                  <l>And through our guile doen him ceiſe,</l>
                  <l>And him on ſharpe ſpeares riue,</l>
                  <l>Or other waies bring him fro liue,</l>
                  <l>But if that he woll follow ywis,</l>
                  <l>That in our booke written is.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>THus much woll our booke ſignifie,</l>
                  <l>That while Peter had maiſtrie</l>
                  <l>May never Iohn ſhew well his might.</l>
                  <l>Now have I you declared right,</l>
                  <l>The meaning of the barke and rinde,</l>
                  <l>That maketh the entencions blinde,</l>
                  <l>But now at erſt I woll begin,</l>
                  <l>To expoune you the pith within,</l>
                  <l>And the ſeculers comprehend,</l>
                  <l>That Chriſts law woll defend,</l>
                  <l>And ſhould it kepen and maintainen</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt hem that all ſuſtenen,</l>
                  <l>And falſly to the people teachen,</l>
                  <l>That Iohn betokeneth hem to preachen,</l>
                  <l>That there nis law couenable,</l>
                  <l>But thilke Goſpell perdurable,</l>
                  <l>That fro the holy ghoſt was ſent.</l>
                  <l>To turne folke that ben miſwent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The ſtrength of Iohn they vnderſtond,</l>
                  <l>The grace in which they ſay they ſtond,</l>
                  <l>That doeth the ſinfull folke conuert,</l>
                  <l>And hem to Ieſu Chriſt reuert,</l>
                  <l>Full many another horriblee,</l>
                  <l>May men in that booke ſee,</l>
                  <l>That been commaunded doubtleſſe</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt the law of Rome expreſſe,</l>
                  <l>And all with Antichriſt they holden,</l>
                  <l>As men may in the booke beholden.</l>
                  <l>And then commaunden they to ſleen,</l>
                  <l>All tho that with Peter been,</l>
                  <l>But they ſhall never have that might,</l>
                  <l>And God toforne, for ſtrife to fight,</l>
                  <l>That they ne ſhall ynough find,</l>
                  <l>That Peters law ſhall have in mind,</l>
                  <l>And euer hold, and ſo mainteen,</l>
                  <l>That at the laſt it ſhall be ſeen,</l>
                  <l>That they ſhall all come thereto,</l>
                  <l>For aught that they can ſpeake or do.</l>
                  <l>And thilke law ſhall not ſtond,</l>
                  <l>That they by Iohn have vnderſtond,</l>
                  <l>But maugre hem, it ſhall adoun,</l>
                  <l>And been brought to confuſioun,</l>
                  <l>Had never your father here beforne,</l>
                  <l>Seruaunt ſo true, ſith he was borne,</l>
                  <l>That is ayenſt all nature.</l>
                  <l>Sir, put you in that auenture,</l>
                  <l>For though ye borowes take of me,</l>
                  <l>The ſikerer ſhall ye never be</l>
                  <l>For hoſtages, ne ſikerneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Or chartres, for to beare witneſſe,</l>
                  <l>I take your ſelfe to record here,</l>
                  <l>That men ne may in no manere</l>
                  <l>Tearen the Wolfe out of his hide,</l>
                  <l>Till he be ſlaine backe and ſide,</l>
                  <l>Though men him beat and all defile,</l>
                  <l>What wene ye that I woll beguile?</l>
                  <l>For I am clothed meekely,</l>
                  <l>There vnder is all my trechery,</l>
                  <l>Mine heart chaungeth never the mo</l>
                  <l>For none habite, in which I go,</l>
                  <l>Though I have chere of ſimpleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>I am not wearie of ſhreudneſſe</l>
                  <l>My lemman, ſtrained Abſtenaunce,</l>
                  <l>Hath miſter of my purueiaunce,</l>
                  <l>She had full long ago be ded,</l>
                  <l>Nere my counſaile and my red,</l>
                  <l>Let her alone, and you and mee.</l>
                  <l>And Love anſwerd, I truſt thee</l>
                  <l>Without borow, for I woll none.</l>
                  <l>And falſe Semblant the theefe anone,</l>
                  <l>Right in that ilke ſame place,</l>
                  <l>That had of treaſon all his face,</l>
                  <l>Right blacke within, and white without,</l>
                  <l>Thanking him, gan on his knees lout.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then was there nought, but euery man</l>
                  <l>Now to aſſaute, that ſailen can</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Love) and that full hardely:</l>
                  <l>Then armed they hem comenly</l>
                  <l>Of ſuch armour as to hem fell.</l>
                  <l>When they were armed fiers and fell,</l>
                  <l>They went hem forth all in a rout,</l>
                  <l>And ſet the caſtle all about,</l>
                  <l>They will not away for no dread,</l>
                  <l>Till it ſo be that they ben dead,</l>
                  <l>Or till they have the caſtle take,</l>
                  <l>And foure battels they gan make,</l>
                  <l>And patted hem in foure anone,</l>
                  <l>And tooke her way, and forth they gone,</l>
                  <l>The foure gates for to aſſaile,</l>
                  <l>Of which the keepers woll not faile,</l>
                  <l>For they ben neither ſicke ne dede,</l>
                  <l>But hardie folke, and ſtrong in dede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now woll I ſaine the countenaunce</l>
                  <l>Of falſe Semblant, and Abſtinaunce,</l>
                  <l>That ben to Wicked tongue went,</l>
                  <l>But firſt they held her parliament,</l>
                  <l>Whether it to doen were,</l>
                  <l>To maken hem be knowen there,</l>
                  <l>Or els walken forth diſguiſed:</l>
                  <l>But at the laſt they deuiſed,</l>
                  <l>That they would gone in tapinage,</l>
                  <l>As it were in a pilgrimage,</l>
                  <l>Like good and holy folke vnfeined:</l>
                  <l>And dame Abſtinence ſtreined</l>
                  <l>Tooke on a robe of Cameline,</l>
                  <l>And gan her gratche as a bigine.</l>
                  <l>A large couerchief of thread,</l>
                  <l>She wrapped all about her head,</l>
                  <l>But ſhe forgate not her Pſaltere.</l>
                  <l>A paire of beads eke ſhe bere</l>
                  <l>Vpon a lace, all of white thread,</l>
                  <l>On which that ſhe her beads bede,</l>
                  <l>But ſhe ne bought hem never adele,</l>
                  <l>For they were given her, I wote wele</l>
                  <l>God wote of a full holy Frere,</l>
                  <l>That ſaied he was her father dere,</l>
                  <l>To whom ſhe had after went,</l>
                  <l>Than any Frere of his couent.</l>
                  <l>And he viſited her alſo,</l>
                  <l>And many a ſermon ſaied her to,</l>
                  <l>He nolde let for men on liue,</l>
                  <l>That he ne would her oft ſhriue,</l>
                  <l>
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And with ſo great deuotion</l>
                  <l>They made her confeſſion,</l>
                  <l>* That they had oft for the nones</l>
                  <l>Two heads in one hood at ones.</l>
                  <l>Of faire ſhape I deuiſed her thee,</l>
                  <l>But pale of face ſometime was ſhee,</l>
                  <l>That falſe tratoureſſe vntrew,</l>
                  <l>Was like that ſallow horſe of hew,</l>
                  <l>That in the Apocalips is ſhewed,</l>
                  <l>That ſignifieth tho folke beſhrewed,</l>
                  <l>That been all full of trecherie,</l>
                  <l>And pale, through hypocriſie,</l>
                  <l>For on that horſe no colour is,</l>
                  <l>But onely dead and pale iwis,</l>
                  <l>Of ſuch a colour enlangoured,</l>
                  <l>Was Abſtinence iwis coloured,</l>
                  <l>Of her eſtate ſhe her repented,</l>
                  <l>As her viſage repreſented.</l>
                  <l>She had a burdoune all of theft,</l>
                  <l>That Guile had yeue her of his yeft,</l>
                  <l>And a ſcrippe of faint diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>That full was of elengeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And forth ſhe walked ſoberlie,</l>
                  <l>And falſe Semblant ſaint, ievous die,</l>
                  <l>And as it were for ſuch miſtere,</l>
                  <l>Doen on the cope of a Frere,</l>
                  <l>With cheare ſimple, and full pitous,</l>
                  <l>His looking was not disdeinous,</l>
                  <l>Ne proud, but meeke and full peaſible.</l>
                  <l>About his necke he bare a Bible,</l>
                  <l>And Squierly for gan he gon,</l>
                  <l>And for to reſt his limmes vpon,</l>
                  <l>He had of treaſon a potent,</l>
                  <l>As he were feeble, his way he went.</l>
                  <l>But in his ſleue he gan to thring</l>
                  <l>A raſour ſharpe, and well biting,</l>
                  <l>That was forged in a forge,</l>
                  <l>Which that men clepen Coupe gorge.</l>
                  <l>So long forth her way they nomen,</l>
                  <l>Till they to Wicked Tongue comen,</l>
                  <l>That at his gate was ſitting,</l>
                  <l>And ſaw folke in the way paſſing.</l>
                  <l>The pilgrimes ſaw he faſt by,</l>
                  <l>That bearen hem full meekely,</l>
                  <l>And humbly they with hem mette,</l>
                  <l>Dame Abſtinence firſt him grette,</l>
                  <l>And ſith him Falſe Semblant ſalued,</l>
                  <l>And he hem, but he not remeued,</l>
                  <l>For he ne drede him not adele:</l>
                  <l>For when he ſaw her faces wele,</l>
                  <l>Alway in heart him thought ſo,</l>
                  <l>He ſhould know hem both two,</l>
                  <l>For well he knew dame Abſtinaunce,</l>
                  <l>But he ne knew not Conſtrainaunce,</l>
                  <l>He knew nat that ſhe was conſtrained,</l>
                  <l>Ne of her theeues life fained,</l>
                  <l>But wend ſhe come of will all free,</l>
                  <l>But ſhe come in another degree,</l>
                  <l>And if of good will ſhe began,</l>
                  <l>That will was failed her than.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>ANd falſe Semblant had he ſeine alſe,</l>
                  <l>But he knew nat that he was faiſe,</l>
                  <l>Yet falſe was he, but his falſeneſſe</l>
                  <l>Ne coud he not eſpie, nor geſſe,</l>
                  <l>For Semblant was ſo ſlie wrought,</l>
                  <l>That Falſeneſſe he ne eſpyed nought,</l>
                  <l>But haddeſt thou knowen him beforne,</l>
                  <l>Thou wouldeſt on a booke have ſworne,</l>
                  <l>When thou him ſaw in thilke arraie</l>
                  <l>That he, that whilom was ſo gaie,</l>
                  <l>And of the daunce Iolly Robin</l>
                  <l>Was tho become a Iacobin:</l>
                  <l>But ſoothly what ſo men him call</l>
                  <l>Frere Preachours been good men all,</l>
                  <l>Her order wickedly they bearen</l>
                  <l>Such minſtrels, if they wearen.</l>
                  <l>So been Auguſtins, and Cordileers,</l>
                  <l>And Carmes, and eke ſacked Freers,</l>
                  <l>And all Freers ſhode and bare,</l>
                  <l>Though ſome of hem ben great and ſquare,</l>
                  <l>Full holy men, as I hem deme,</l>
                  <l>Everich of hem would good man ſeme:</l>
                  <l>* But ſhalt thou neuer of apparence</l>
                  <l>Seene conclude good conſequence</l>
                  <l>In none argument iwis,</l>
                  <l>If exiſtence all failed is:</l>
                  <l>For men may finde alway ſopheme</l>
                  <l>The conſequence to enueneme,</l>
                  <l>Who ſo that hath had the ſobtiltee</l>
                  <l>The double ſentence for to ſee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When the Pilgrimes commen were</l>
                  <l>To wicked Tongue that dwelled there,</l>
                  <l>Her harneis nigh hem was algate,</l>
                  <l>By wicked Tongue adoune they ſate,</l>
                  <l>That had hem nere him for to come,</l>
                  <l>And of tidinges tell him ſome,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd hem: what caſe maketh you</l>
                  <l>To come into this place now?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>SIr ſayd ſtrained Abſtinance,</l>
                  <l>We for to drie our penance,</l>
                  <l>With hearts pitous and deuout</l>
                  <l>Are commen, as Pilgrimes gone about,</l>
                  <l>Well nigh on foote alway we go</l>
                  <l>Full doughtie been our heeles two,</l>
                  <l>And thus both we be ſent</l>
                  <l>Throughout the world that is miſwent,</l>
                  <l>To yeve enſample, and preach alſo,</l>
                  <l>To fiſhen ſinfull men we go,</l>
                  <l>For other fiſhing, ne fiſh we,</l>
                  <l>And ſir, for that charite,</l>
                  <l>As we be wont, herborow we craue,</l>
                  <l>Your life to amenne Chriſt it ſaue,</l>
                  <l>And ſo it ſhould you not diſpleaſe,</l>
                  <l>We woulden, if it were your eaſe,</l>
                  <l>A ſhort Sermon vnto you ſain,</l>
                  <l>And wicked Tongue anſwered again.</l>
                  <l>The houſe (qd. he) ſuch (as ye ſee)</l>
                  <l>Shall not be warned you for me,</l>
                  <l>Saie what you liſt, and I woll heare,</l>
                  <l>Graunt mercie ſweet ſir deare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>(Qd. alderfirſt) dame Abſtinence,</l>
                  <l>And thus began ſhe her ſentence.</l>
                  <l>* Sir, the firſt vertue certaine,</l>
                  <l>The greateſt, and moſt ſoueraigne</l>
                  <l>That may be found in any man,</l>
                  <l>For having, or for wit he can,</l>
                  <l>That is his Tongue to refraine,</l>
                  <l>Thereto ought euerie wight him paine:</l>
                  <l>* For it is better ſtill be,</l>
                  <l>Than for to ſpeaken harme parde,</l>
                  <l>
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And he that hearkeneth it gladly,</l>
                  <l>He is no good man ſikerly.</l>
                  <l>And ſir, abouen all other ſinne,</l>
                  <l>In that art thou moſt guiltie ninne:</l>
                  <l>Thou ſpeake a yape, not long agoe.</l>
                  <l>And ſir, that was right euill doe</l>
                  <l>Of a young man, that here repaired,</l>
                  <l>And never yet this place repaired:</l>
                  <l>Thou ſaideſt he awaited nothing,</l>
                  <l>But to deceiue Faire Welcomming</l>
                  <l>Ye ſayd nothing ſooth of that,</l>
                  <l>But ſir, ye lye I tell ye plat,</l>
                  <l>He ne commeth no more, ne goeth parde,</l>
                  <l>I trow ye ſhall him never ſee,</l>
                  <l>Faire Welcomming in priſon is,</l>
                  <l>That oft hath played with you er this,</l>
                  <l>The faireſt games that he coude.</l>
                  <l>Without filth ſtill or loude,</l>
                  <l>Now dare ſhe not her ſelfe ſolace,</l>
                  <l>Ye han alſo the man doe chaſe,</l>
                  <l>That he dare neither come ne go,</l>
                  <l>What mooveth you to hate him ſo?</l>
                  <l>But properly your wicked thought,</l>
                  <l>That many a falſe leſing hath thought,</l>
                  <l>That mooveth your foule eloquence,</l>
                  <l>That iangleth ever in audience,</l>
                  <l>And on the folke ariſeth blame,</l>
                  <l>And doth hem diſhonour and ſhame,</l>
                  <l>For thing that may have no preuing,</l>
                  <l>But likelineſſe, and contriuing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For I dare ſaine, that Reaſon deemeth,</l>
                  <l>It is not all ſooth thing that ſeemeth,</l>
                  <l>And it is ſinne to controue</l>
                  <l>Thing that is to reproue,</l>
                  <l>This wote ye wele, and ſir, therefore</l>
                  <l>Ye arne to blame the more,</l>
                  <l>And natheleſſe, he recketh lite</l>
                  <l>He yeueth not now thereof a mite,</l>
                  <l>For if he thought harme parfaie,</l>
                  <l>He would come and gone all daie,</l>
                  <l>He coud himſelfe not abſteine,</l>
                  <l>Now commeth he not, and that is ſene,</l>
                  <l>For he ne taketh of it no cure,</l>
                  <l>But if it be through aventure,</l>
                  <l>And laſſe than other folke algate,</l>
                  <l>And thou her watcheſt at the gate,</l>
                  <l>With ſpeare in thine areſt alwaie,</l>
                  <l>There muſe muſard all the daie,</l>
                  <l>Thou wakeſt night and day for thought,</l>
                  <l>Iwis thy trauaile is for nought,</l>
                  <l>And Iealouſie withouten faile,</l>
                  <l>Shall never quite thee thy trauaile,</l>
                  <l>And skath is, that faire Welcoming,</l>
                  <l>Without any treſpaſſing,</l>
                  <l>Shall wrongfully in priſon be,</l>
                  <l>There weepeth and languiſheth he,</l>
                  <l>And though thou never yet iwis,</l>
                  <l>A gilteſt man no more but this,</l>
                  <l>Take not a greefe it were worthy</l>
                  <l>To put thee out of this Baily,</l>
                  <l>And afterward in priſon lie</l>
                  <l>And fettred thee till that thou die,</l>
                  <l>For thou ſhalt for this ſinne dwell</l>
                  <l>Right in the Diuels arſe of Hell,</l>
                  <l>But if that thou repent thee.</l>
                  <l>Maifaie, thou lyeſt falſely (qd. he:)</l>
                  <l>What, welcome with miſchaunce now,</l>
                  <l>Have I therefore herboured you</l>
                  <l>To ſay me ſhame, and eke reproue,</l>
                  <l>With ſorrie happe to your behoue,</l>
                  <l>Am I to day your herbegere</l>
                  <l>Go herber you elſewhere than here,</l>
                  <l>That han a lyer called me,</l>
                  <l>Two tregetours art thou and he,</l>
                  <l>That in mine houſe doe me this ſhame,</l>
                  <l>And for my ſoothſaw ye me blame.</l>
                  <l>Is this the Sermon that ye make?</l>
                  <l>To all the Diuels I me take,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe God thou me confound,</l>
                  <l>But er men didden this Caſtle found,</l>
                  <l>It paſſeth not ten dayes or twelue,</l>
                  <l>But it was told right to my ſelue,</l>
                  <l>And as they ſayd, right ſo told I,</l>
                  <l>He kiſt the Roſe priuily:</l>
                  <l>Thus ſayd I now, and have ſayd yore,</l>
                  <l>I not where he did any more.</l>
                  <l>Why ſhould men ſay me ſuch a thing,</l>
                  <l>If it had been gabbing,</l>
                  <l>Right ſo ſaide I, and woll ſay yet,</l>
                  <l>I trow I lyed not of it,</l>
                  <l>And with my bemes I woll blow</l>
                  <l>To all neighbours arrow,</l>
                  <l>How he hath both commen and gone.</l>
                  <l>Tho ſpake falſe Semblant right anone,</l>
                  <l>* All is not Goſpell out of dout,</l>
                  <l>That men ſaine in the towne about,</l>
                  <l>Lay no defe eare to my ſpeaking,</l>
                  <l>I ſwere you ſir, it is gabbing,</l>
                  <l>I trow you wote well certainly,</l>
                  <l>That no man loveth him tenderly,</l>
                  <l>That ſayth him harme, if he wote it,</l>
                  <l>All be he never ſo poore of wit,</l>
                  <l>And ſooth is alſo ſikerly,</l>
                  <l>This know ye ſir, as well as I,</l>
                  <l>That Lovers gladly woll viſiten</l>
                  <l>The places there her loves habiten,</l>
                  <l>This man you loveth and eke honoureth,</l>
                  <l>This man to ſerve you laboureth,</l>
                  <l>And clepeth you his freind ſo deere,</l>
                  <l>And this man maketh you good cheere,</l>
                  <l>And euerie man that you meeteth,</l>
                  <l>He you ſaleweth, and he you greeteth,</l>
                  <l>He preſeth not ſo oft, that ye</l>
                  <l>Ought of his comming encombred be:</l>
                  <l>There preſen other folke on you,</l>
                  <l>Full ofter than he doeth now,</l>
                  <l>And if his heart him ſtrained ſo</l>
                  <l>Vnto the Roſe for to go,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhould him ſeene ſo oft need,</l>
                  <l>That ye ſhould take him with the deed,</l>
                  <l>He coud his comming not forbeare,</l>
                  <l>Though ye him thrilled with a ſpeare,</l>
                  <l>It nere not then as it is now,</l>
                  <l>But truſteth well, I ſweare it you,</l>
                  <l>That it is cleane out of his thought.</l>
                  <l>Sir, certes he ne thinketh it nought,</l>
                  <l>No more ne doth Faire Welcomming,</l>
                  <l>That ſore abieth all this thing,</l>
                  <l>And if they were of one aſſent,</l>
                  <l>Full ſoone were the Roſe hent,</l>
                  <l>The maugre yours would be.</l>
                  <l>And ſir, of o thing hearkeneth me,</l>
                  <l>
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Sith ye this man, that loveth you,</l>
                  <l>Han ſayd ſuch harme and ſhame, now</l>
                  <l>Witteth well, if he geſſed it,</l>
                  <l>Ye may well demen in your wit,</l>
                  <l>He nolde nothing love you ſo</l>
                  <l>Ne callen you his friend alſo,</l>
                  <l>But night and day he woll wake,</l>
                  <l>The Caſtle to deſtroy and take,</l>
                  <l>If it were ſooth, as ye de viſe,</l>
                  <l>Or ſome man in ſome manner wiſe</l>
                  <l>Might it warne him everidele,</l>
                  <l>Or by himſelfe perceive wele,</l>
                  <l>For ſith he might not come and gone</l>
                  <l>As he was whilom wont to done,</l>
                  <l>He might it ſoone wite and ſee,</l>
                  <l>But now all otherwiſe wote hee.</l>
                  <l>Then have we ſir, all vtterly</l>
                  <l>Deſerved Hell, and iollyly</l>
                  <l>The death of Hell doubtleſſe</l>
                  <l>That thrallen folke ſo guiltleſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Falſe Semblant ſo prooveth this thing,</l>
                  <l>That he can none anſwering,</l>
                  <l>And ſeeth alwaie ſuch apparaunce,</l>
                  <l>That nigh he fell in repentaunce,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd him, ſir, it may well be,</l>
                  <l>Semblant, a good man ſeemen ye,</l>
                  <l>And Abſtinence, full wiſe ye ſeeme,</l>
                  <l>Of a talent you both I deeme,</l>
                  <l>What counſaile woll ye to me yeven?</l>
                  <l>Right here anon thou ſhalt be ſhriven</l>
                  <l>And ſay thy ſinne, without more</l>
                  <l>Of this ſhalt thou repent ſore,</l>
                  <l>For I am Prieſt, and have poſte,</l>
                  <l>To ſhrive folke of moſt dignite</l>
                  <l>That ben as wide as world may dure,</l>
                  <l>Of all this world I have the cure,</l>
                  <l>And that had yet never perſoun,</l>
                  <l>Ne vicarie of no manner toun.</l>
                  <l>And God wote I have of thee,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand times more pitee,</l>
                  <l>Than hath thy Prieſt parochiall</l>
                  <l>Though he thy friend be ſpeciall.</l>
                  <l>I have avauntage, in o wife,</l>
                  <l>That your Prieſts be not ſo wiſe</l>
                  <l>Ne halfe ſo lettred (as am I)</l>
                  <l>I am licenſed boldly,</l>
                  <l>In Divinitie for to read,</l>
                  <l>And to confeſſen out of dread.</l>
                  <l>If ye woll you now confeſſe,</l>
                  <l>And leave your ſinnes more and leſſe,</l>
                  <l>Without abode, kneele doune anon,</l>
                  <l>And you ſhall have abſolution.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <trailer>¶Here after followeth the Booke of Troilus and Creſeide.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="Troilus and Criseyde" type="work">
            <div n="1" type="book">
               <head type="sub">In this excellent Book is ſhewed the fervent love of Troylus to Creiſeid, whom he enjoyed for a
time: and her great untruth to him again in giving herſelf to Diomedes, who in the end did ſo
caſt her off, that ſhe came to great miſery. In which diſcourſe Chaucer liberally treateth of the
divine purveyance.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THE double ſorrow of Troilus to</l>
                  <l>tellen,</l>
                  <l>That was Kinge Priamus Sonne
of Troy,</l>
                  <l>In loving, how his aventures fellen</l>
                  <l>From woe to wele, and after out of ioy,</l>
                  <l>My purpoſe is, er that I part froy.</l>
                  <l>Thou Theſiphone, thou helpe me for tendite</l>
                  <l>Theſe wofull verſes, that wepen as I write.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To thee I clepe, thou Goddeſſe of tour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment</l>
                  <l>Thou cruell furie, ſorrowing ever in paine,</l>
                  <l>Helpe me that am the ſorrowfull inſtrument,</l>
                  <l>That helpeth Lovers, as I can complaine:</l>
                  <l>* For well ſit it, the ſooth for to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>A wofull wight to have a drery feare,</l>
                  <l>And to a ſorrowfull tale a ſorie cheare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For I that God of Loves ſervaunts ſerve,</l>
                  <l>Ne dare to Love (for mine vnlikelyneſſe)</l>
                  <l>Prayen for ſpeed, all ſhould I therefore ſterve,</l>
                  <l>So farre am I fro his helpe in derkeneſſe.</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, if this may done gladneſſe</l>
                  <l>To any Lover, and his cauſe availe,</l>
                  <l>Have he my thanke, and mine be the travaile.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But ye Lovers that bathen in gladneſſe,</l>
                  <l>If any droppe of pite in you be,</l>
                  <l>Remembreth you of paſſed heavineſſe</l>
                  <l>That ye have felt, and on the adverſite</l>
                  <l>Of other folke, and thinketh how that ye</l>
                  <l>Han felt, that love durſt you to diſpleaſe,</l>
                  <l>Elſe ye han won him with too great an eaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And prayeth for hem that been in the caſe</l>
                  <l>Of Troilus, as ye may after heare:</l>
                  <l>That he hem bring in heaven to ſolace.</l>
                  <l>And eke for me prayeth to God ſo deare,</l>
                  <l>That I have might to ſhew in ſome manere,</l>
                  <l>Such paine and woe, as loves folke endure,</l>
                  <l>In Troilus vnſely aventure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And biddeth eke for hem that ben diſpeired</l>
                  <l>In Love, that never will recovered be:</l>
                  <l>And eke for hem that falſely ben apeired,</l>
                  <l>Through wicked tongues, be it he or ſhe:</l>
                  <l>Thus biddeth God for his benignite,</l>
                  <l>So grant hem ſone out of this world to pace</l>
                  <l>That ben diſpaired out of Loves grace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And biddeth eke for hem that ben at eaſe,</l>
                  <l>That God hem graunt aie good perſeverance,</l>
                  <l>And ſend hem grace her loves for to pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>That it to love be worſhip and pleaſance:</l>
                  <l>For ſo hope I my ſelfe beſt to avance</l>
                  <l>To pray for hem, that loves ſervaunts be,</l>
                  <l>And write her woe, and live in charite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And for to have of hem compaſſioun,</l>
                  <l>As though I were her owne brother dere,</l>
                  <l>Now hearkeneth with a good ententioun,</l>
                  <l>For now woll I go ſtraight to my matere:</l>
                  <l>
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In which ye may the double ſorrowes here</l>
                  <l>Of Troilus, in loving of Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>And how ſhe forſoke him er that ſhe deide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>IT is well wiſt, how that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> greekes ſtrong</l>
                  <l>In armes all with a thouſand ſhips went</l>
                  <l>To Troie wardes, and the Citie long</l>
                  <l>Beſiegeden, nigh ten yeres ere they ſtent,</l>
                  <l>And in divers wiſe, and one entent,</l>
                  <l>The raviſhing to wreake of Queene Heleine,</l>
                  <l>By Paris don, they wroughten all her peine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now fell it ſo, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> in the toune there was</l>
                  <l>Dwelling a Lord of great authorite</l>
                  <l>A great divine, that cleped was Calcas,</l>
                  <l>That in that ſcience ſo expert was, that he</l>
                  <l>Knew well, that Troie ſhould deſtroyed be,</l>
                  <l>By anſweare of his God, that hight thus,</l>
                  <l>Dan Phebus, or Apollo Delphicus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So when this Calcus knew by calculing,</l>
                  <l>And eke by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> anſweare of this God Apollo,</l>
                  <l>That the greekes ſhould ſuch a people bring,</l>
                  <l>Thorow which that Troy muſt be fordo,</l>
                  <l>He caſt anone out of the toune to goe:</l>
                  <l>For well he wiſt by ſort, that Troie ſholde</l>
                  <l>Deſtroyed be, ye would who ſo or nolde.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wherefore he to departen ſoftly,</l>
                  <l>Tooke purpoſe full, this forknowing wiſe,</l>
                  <l>And to the Greekes hoſt full prively</l>
                  <l>He ſtale anone, and they in courteous wiſe</l>
                  <l>Did to him both worſhip and ſerviſe,</l>
                  <l>In truſt that he hath cunning hem to rede</l>
                  <l>In every perill, which that was to dread.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Great rumour roſe, when it was firſt eſpied,</l>
                  <l>In all the toune, and openly was ſpoken,</l>
                  <l>That Calcus traitour fled was and alied</l>
                  <l>To hem of Grece: &amp; caſt was to be wroken</l>
                  <l>On him, that falſely hath his faith broken,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd: he and all his kinne atones,</l>
                  <l>* Were worthy to be brent, both fell &amp; bones.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now had Calcas left in this miſchaunce,</l>
                  <l>Vnwiſt of this falſe and wicked dede,</l>
                  <l>A daughter, which was in great penaunce,</l>
                  <l>And of her life ſhe was full ſore in drede,</l>
                  <l>And wiſt never what beſt was to rede:</l>
                  <l>And as a widdow was ſhe, and all alone,</l>
                  <l>And niſt to whome ſhe might make her mone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Creſeide was this Ladies name aright,</l>
                  <l>As to my dome, in all Troies Citie</l>
                  <l>Moſt faireſt Ladie, far paſſing every wight</l>
                  <l>So angellike ſhone her native beaute,</l>
                  <l>That no mortall thing ſeemed ſhe:</l>
                  <l>And therewith was ſhe ſo perfect a creature,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe had be made in ſcorning of nature.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Ladie, that all day heard at eare</l>
                  <l>Her Fathers ſhame, falſhede, and treaſoun,</l>
                  <l>(Full nigh out of her wit for ſorrow &amp; feare,</l>
                  <l>In widdowes habite large of ſamite broun)</l>
                  <l>Before Hector on knees ſhe fell adoun,</l>
                  <l>And his mercy bad, her ſelfe excuſing,</l>
                  <l>With pitous voice, and tenderly weeping.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now was this Hector pitous of nature,</l>
                  <l>And ſaw that ſhe was ſorrowfull begone,</l>
                  <l>And that ſhe was ſo faire a creature,</l>
                  <l>Of his goodneſſe he gladed her anone,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid: let your fathers traiſon gone</l>
                  <l>Forth with miſchance, &amp; ye your ſelfe in joy,</l>
                  <l>Dwelleth with us while you liſt in Troy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> honour that men may do ye have,</l>
                  <l>As ferforth as though your father dwelt here,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhull haue, and your body ſhull men ſave,</l>
                  <l>As ferre as I may ought enquire and here:</l>
                  <l>And ſhe him thanked with full good chere,</l>
                  <l>And ofter would, and it had been his will.</l>
                  <l>She took her leve, went home, &amp; held her ſtill.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And in her houſe ſhe abode with ſuch meine,</l>
                  <l>As till her honour need was to hold,</l>
                  <l>And while ſhe was dwelling in that cite,</l>
                  <l>She kept her eſtate, and of yong and old</l>
                  <l>Full well beloved, &amp; men well of her told:</l>
                  <l>But whether that ſhe children had or none,</l>
                  <l>I rede it nat, therefore I let it gone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The things fellen as they don of werre,</l>
                  <l>Betwixen hem of Troy and Greekes oft,</l>
                  <l>For ſometime boughten they of Troy it derre,</l>
                  <l>And eſte the Greekes founden nothing ſoft</l>
                  <l>The folke of Troy: and thus fortune aloft,</l>
                  <l>And under efte gan hem to whelmen both,</l>
                  <l>After her courſe, aie while y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they were wroth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But how this toune came to deſtruction,</l>
                  <l>Ne falleth not to purpoſe me to tell,</l>
                  <l>For it were a long digreſſion</l>
                  <l>Fro my matter, and you too long to dwell,</l>
                  <l>But the Troyan ieſtes all as they fell,</l>
                  <l>In Omer, or in Dares, or in Dite,</l>
                  <l>Who ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> can, may reden hem as they write.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But thogh the Greekes hem of Troy in ſhetten,</l>
                  <l>And her citie beſieged all about,</l>
                  <l>Her old uſages nolde they not letten,</l>
                  <l>As to honouren her gods full devout,</l>
                  <l>But aldermoſt in honour out of dout,</l>
                  <l>They had a relike hight Palladion,</l>
                  <l>That was her truſt aboven everychon.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſo befell, when comen was the time</l>
                  <l>Of Aprill, when clothed is the mede,</l>
                  <l>With new grene, of luſtie veer the prime,</l>
                  <l>And with ſweet ſmelling floures white &amp; rede</l>
                  <l>In ſundrie wiſe ſhewed as I rede:</l>
                  <l>The folke of Troie, their obſervances old,</l>
                  <l>Palladions feaſt went for to hold.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Vnto the Temple in all their beſt wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Generally there went many a wight,</l>
                  <l>To hearken of Palladions ſerviſe,</l>
                  <l>And namely many a luſtie knight,</l>
                  <l>And many a Lady freſh, and maiden bright,</l>
                  <l>Full well arraied both moſt and leaſt,</l>
                  <l>Both for the ſeaſon and the high feaſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Among theſe other folke was Creſeida,</l>
                  <l>In widdowes habite blacke: but natheles</l>
                  <l>
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Right as our firſt letter is now an a</l>
                  <l>In beautie firſt, ſo ſtood ſhe makeles,</l>
                  <l>Her goodly looking gladed all the prees,</l>
                  <l>Nas neuer ſeene thing to be praiſed ſo derre</l>
                  <l>N<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>r under cloude blacke ſo bright a ſterre,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As was Creſeide, they ſayden everichone,</l>
                  <l>That her behelden in her blacke wede,</l>
                  <l>And yet ſhe ſtood full lowe and ſtill alone,</l>
                  <l>Behinde other folke in little bread,</l>
                  <l>And nie the dore under ſhames dread,</l>
                  <l>Simple of attire, and debonaire of chere,</l>
                  <l>With full aſſured looking and manere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Troilus as he was wont to guide</l>
                  <l>His yong knights, he lad hem up and doune,</l>
                  <l>In thilke large Temple on every ſide,</l>
                  <l>Beholding aie the Ladies of the toune,</l>
                  <l>Now here now there, for no devotioune,</l>
                  <l>Had he to none, to reven him his reſt,</l>
                  <l>But gan to praiſe and lacke whome he leſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And in his walk full faſt he gan to waiten,</l>
                  <l>If knight or ſquier of his companie,</l>
                  <l>Gan for to ſike, or let his eyen baiten</l>
                  <l>On any woman, that he coud eſpie,</l>
                  <l>He would ſmile, and hold it a follie,</l>
                  <l>* And ſay hem thus: O Lord ſhe ſleepeth ſoft</l>
                  <l>For love of thee, when thou turneſt full oft.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I have heard tell pardieux of your living</l>
                  <l>Ye Lovers, &amp; eke your lewd obſervaunces,</l>
                  <l>And which a labour folke have in winning,</l>
                  <l>Of love, and in keeping ſuch doutaunces,</l>
                  <l>And when your pray is loſt, wo &amp; penaunces:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O, very fooles, blinde and nice be ye,</l>
                  <l>There is not one can ware by another be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> word he gan caſt up the brow,</l>
                  <l>Aſcaunces lo, is this not well iſpoken,</l>
                  <l>At which the God of Love gan looken low,</l>
                  <l>Right for diſpite, &amp; ſhope him to be wroken.</l>
                  <l>He kidde anone his bow was not broken:</l>
                  <l>For ſodainly he hitte him at the full,</l>
                  <l>* And yet as proude a peacocke gan he pull.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O blinde world, o blind entention,</l>
                  <l>How often falleth all the effect contraire</l>
                  <l>Of ſequedrie and foule preſumption,</l>
                  <l>* For caught is proud, &amp; caught is debonaire:</l>
                  <l>This Troilus is clomben on the ſtaire,</l>
                  <l>And little weneth that he mote deſcenden,</l>
                  <l>* But all day it faileth that fooles wenden.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* As proud bayard beginneth for to skippe</l>
                  <l>Out of the way, ſo pricketh him his corne,</l>
                  <l>Till he a laſh have of the long whippe,</l>
                  <l>Then thinketh he, tho I praunce all beforn</l>
                  <l>Firſt in the traiſe, full fat and new iſhorne,</l>
                  <l>Yet am I but an horſe, and horſes law</l>
                  <l>I muſt endure, and with my feeres draw.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So fared it by this fiers and proud knight,</l>
                  <l>Though he a worthy kinges ſonne were,</l>
                  <l>And wend nothing had had ſuch might,</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt his will, that ſhould his heart ſtere,</l>
                  <l>Yet with a looke his heart woxe on fire,</l>
                  <l>That he that now was moſt in pride above,</l>
                  <l>Woxe ſodainly moſt ſubject unto Love.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For thy enſample taketh of this man,</l>
                  <l>Ye wiſe, proud, and worthy folkes all,</l>
                  <l>To ſcornen love, which that ſo ſoone can</l>
                  <l>The freedome of your hearts to him thraſt,</l>
                  <l>For ever it was, and ever it be ſhall,</l>
                  <l>* That love is he that all thing may bind,</l>
                  <l>For no man may fordo the law of kind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That this be ſooth, hath preved &amp; doth yet</l>
                  <l>For this (I trow) ye know all and ſome</l>
                  <l>Men reden not that folke han greater wit</l>
                  <l>Than they y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> han ben moſt with love inome,</l>
                  <l>And ſtrengeſt folk been therewith overcome,</l>
                  <l>The worthyeſt and greateſt of degree,</l>
                  <l>This was and is, and yet man ſhall it ſee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And trueliche that ſitte well to be ſo,</l>
                  <l>For alderwiſeſt han therewith ben pleaſed,</l>
                  <l>And they that han ben aldermoſt in wo,</l>
                  <l>With love, han ben comforted &amp; moſt eaſed,</l>
                  <l>And oft it hath the cruell heart appeaſed,</l>
                  <l>And worthy folke made worthier of name,</l>
                  <l>And cauſeth moſt to dreden vice and ſhame.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now ſith it may nat goodly be withſtond,</l>
                  <l>And is a thing ſo vertuous and kind,</l>
                  <l>Refuſeth nought to love, ne to ben bond,</l>
                  <l>Sith as him ſelven liſt he may you bind,</l>
                  <l>* The yerde is bette that bowen woll &amp; wind</l>
                  <l>Than that that breſt, &amp; therefore I you rede,</l>
                  <l>Now followeth him, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſo well can you lede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But for to tellen forth in ſpeciall,</l>
                  <l>As of this kings ſonne, of which I told,</l>
                  <l>And leven other thing collaterall,</l>
                  <l>Of him thinke I my tale forth to hold,</l>
                  <l>Both of his joy, and of his cares cold,</l>
                  <l>And his werke, as touching this matere,</l>
                  <l>For I it gan, I woll thereto refere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Within y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> temple he went him forth playing</l>
                  <l>This Trouilus, of every wight about,</l>
                  <l>Now on this Lady, &amp; now on that looking,</l>
                  <l>Where ſo ſhe were of toune, or of without:</l>
                  <l>And upon caſe befell, that through a rout</l>
                  <l>His eye peirced, and ſo deepe it went</l>
                  <l>Till on Creſeide it ſmote, and there it ſtent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſodainly for wonder wext aſtoned,</l>
                  <l>And gan her bet behold in thrifty wiſe:</l>
                  <l>O very God thouȝt he wher haſt thou woned,</l>
                  <l>That art ſo faire and goodly to deviſe,</l>
                  <l>Therewith his heart gan to ſpread and riſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſoft ſighed, leaſt men might him here,</l>
                  <l>And caught ayen his firſt playing chere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She nas nat with the moſt of her ſtature,</l>
                  <l>But all her limmes ſo well anſwearing</l>
                  <l>Weren to womanhood, that creature</l>
                  <l>Was never laſſe manniſh in ſeeming.</l>
                  <l>And eke the pure wiſe of her meaning</l>
                  <l>Shewed well, that men might in her geſſe</l>
                  <l>Honour, eſtate, and womanly nobleſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>Tho Troilus, right wonder well withall</l>
                  <l>Gan for to like her meaning and her chere,</l>
                  <l>Which ſomdele deignous was, for ſhe let fall</l>
                  <l>Her looke a little aſide, in ſuch manere</l>
                  <l>Aſcaunces, what may I not ſtonden here,</l>
                  <l>And after that her looking gan ſhe light,</l>
                  <l>That never thought him ſeen ſo good a ſight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And of her looke in him there gan to quicken</l>
                  <l>So great deſire, and ſuch affection,</l>
                  <l>That in his hearts bottome gan to ſticken</l>
                  <l>Of her ſixe, and deepe impreſſion:</l>
                  <l>And though he earſt had pored vp and doun,</l>
                  <l>* Then was he glad his hornes in to ſhrinke,</l>
                  <l>Vnnethes wiſt he how to looke or winke.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Lo, he that lete him ſelven ſo cunning,</l>
                  <l>And ſcorned hem that loves paines drien,</l>
                  <l>Was full vnware that love had his dwelling</l>
                  <l>Within the ſubtill ſtreames of her eyen,</l>
                  <l>That ſodainely him thought he felt dyen,</l>
                  <l>Right with her looke, the ſpirite in his heart,</l>
                  <l>Bleſſed be love, that thus can folke convert.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She thus in blacke, liking to Troilus,</l>
                  <l>Over all thing he ſtood for to behold:</l>
                  <l>But his deſire, ne wherefore he ſtood thus,</l>
                  <l>He neither chere made, ne word thereof told,</l>
                  <l>But from a ferre, his manner for to hold,</l>
                  <l>On other thing ſometime his looke he caſt,</l>
                  <l>And eft on her, while that the ſervice laſt:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And after this, nat fulliſh all awhaped,</l>
                  <l>Out of the Temple eſelich he went,</l>
                  <l>Repenting him that ever he had iaped</l>
                  <l>Of loves folke, leaſt fully the diſcent</l>
                  <l>Of ſcorne fill on himſelfe, but what he ment,</l>
                  <l>Leaſt it were wiſt on any manner ſide,</l>
                  <l>His woe he gan diſſimulen and hide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When he was fro y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Temple thus departed,</l>
                  <l>He ſtraight anone unto his Pallaice turneth,</l>
                  <l>Right with her loke through ſhotten &amp; darted</l>
                  <l>All faineth he in luſt that he ſoiourneth</l>
                  <l>And all his chere and ſpeech alſo he burneth,</l>
                  <l>And aie of Loves ſervaunts every while</l>
                  <l>Him ſelfe to wrie, at hem he gan to ſmile,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſayd Lord, ſo they live all in luſt</l>
                  <l>Ye Lovers, for the cunningeſt of you,</l>
                  <l>That ſerveſt moſt ententifelich and beſt</l>
                  <l>Him tite as often harme thereof as prow,</l>
                  <l>Your hire is quit ayen, ye God wote how,</l>
                  <l>Not well for well, but ſcorne for good ſerviſe,</l>
                  <l>In faith your order is ruled in good wiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In no certaine been your obſervaunces,</l>
                  <l>But it onely a ſely few points be,</l>
                  <l>Ne nothing asketh ſo great attendaunces,</l>
                  <l>As doth your laie, and that know all ye,</l>
                  <l>But that is not the worſt, as mote I thee:</l>
                  <l>But told I you the worſt point, I leve,</l>
                  <l>All ſayd I ſooth, ye woulden at me greve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But take this: that ye Lovers oft eſchew,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe done of good entention:</l>
                  <l>Full oft thy Ladie woll it miſſe conſtrew,</l>
                  <l>And deeme it harme in her opinion,</l>
                  <l>And yet if ſhe for other encheſon,</l>
                  <l>Be wroth, then ſhalt thou have a groin anon</l>
                  <l>Lord, well is him that may been of you one.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But for all this, when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he ſeeth his time</l>
                  <l>He held his peace, none other bote him gain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,</l>
                  <l>For Love began his feathers ſo to lime,</l>
                  <l>That well vnneth vnto his folke he fained,</l>
                  <l>That other buſie needs him diſtrained,</l>
                  <l>So woe was him, that what to done he niſt,</l>
                  <l>But had his folke to gon where as hem liſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when that he in chamber was alone,</l>
                  <l>He doune vpon his beds feet him ſet,</l>
                  <l>And firſt he gan to ſike, and eft to grone,</l>
                  <l>And thought aie on her ſo withouten let,</l>
                  <l>That as he ſate and woke, his ſpirit met</l>
                  <l>That he her ſaw and temple, and all the wiſe</l>
                  <l>Right of her looke, and gan it new aviſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus gan he make a mirrour of his mind,</l>
                  <l>In which he ſaw all wholy her figure,</l>
                  <l>And that he well coud in his heart find</l>
                  <l>It was to him a right good aventure</l>
                  <l>To love ſuch one, and if he did his cure</l>
                  <l>To ſerven her, yet might he fall in grace,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe, for one of her ſervants pace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Imagining, that travaile nor grame</l>
                  <l>Ne might, for ſo goodly one be lorne</l>
                  <l>As ſhe, ne him for his deſire no ſhame</l>
                  <l>All were it wiſt, but in priſe and vp borne</l>
                  <l>Of all Lovers, well more than beforne</l>
                  <l>Thus argumented he, in his ginning,</l>
                  <l>Full vnaviſed of his wo comming.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus took he purpoſe loves craft to ſewe</l>
                  <l>And thought he would worken privily</l>
                  <l>Firſt for to hide his deſire in mewe</l>
                  <l>From everie wight iborne, all overly,</l>
                  <l>But he might ought recovered been thereby</l>
                  <l>* Remembring him, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> love too wide iblowe</l>
                  <l>Yelt bitter fruite, though ſweet ſeed be ſowe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And over all this, full mokell more he thought</l>
                  <l>What for to ſpeake, and what to holden inne</l>
                  <l>And what to arten, er to love he ſought,</l>
                  <l>And on a ſong anone right to beginne.</l>
                  <l>And gan loude on his ſorrow for to winne</l>
                  <l>For with good hope, he gan fully aſſent,</l>
                  <l>Creſeide for to love, and nought repent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And of his ſong not onely his ſentence,</l>
                  <l>As write mine Authour called Lolius,</l>
                  <l>But plainely ſave our tongues difference,</l>
                  <l>I dare well ſay, in all that Troilus</l>
                  <l>Sayed in his ſong, lo every word right thus,</l>
                  <l>As I ſhall ſaine, and who ſo liſt it heare</l>
                  <l>Lo this next verſe, he may it finde there.</l>
               </lg>
               <q>
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                           <head>¶The ſong of Troilus.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>If no love is, O God what feele I ſo?</l>
                              <l>And if Love is, what thing and which is he?</l>
                              <l>If love be good, from whence cometh my wo?</l>
                              <l>
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If it be wicke, a wonder thinketh me,</l>
                              <l>When every torment and adverſite</l>
                              <l>That cometh of him, may to me ſavery think:</l>
                              <l>* Foraie thurſt I the more that iche it drinke.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And if that at mine owne luſt I brenne,</l>
                              <l>From whence cometh my wailing &amp; my plaint:</l>
                              <l>If harme agree me, whereto plaine I thenne,</l>
                              <l>I not, ne why, unwery that I feint,</l>
                              <l>O quicke death, o ſweet harme ſo queint,</l>
                              <l>How may of thee in me be ſuch quantite,</l>
                              <l>But if that I conſent that it ſo be?</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And if that I conſent, I wrongfully</l>
                              <l>Comylaine iwis, thus poſſed to and fro,</l>
                              <l>All ſtereleſſe within a bote am I</l>
                              <l>Amidde the ſea, atwixen windes two,</l>
                              <l>That in contrary ſtonden ever mo,</l>
                              <l>Alas, what is this wonder maladie?</l>
                              <l>* For heat of cold, for cold of heat I die.</l>
                           </lg>
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               </q>
               <lg>
                  <l>And to the God of love thus ſayd he</l>
                  <l>With pitous voice, O Lord now yours is</l>
                  <l>My ſpirite, which that oughten yours to be,</l>
                  <l>You thank I Lord, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> han me brought to this:</l>
                  <l>But whether goddeſſe or woman iwis</l>
                  <l>She be, I not, which that ye do me ſerve,</l>
                  <l>But as her man I woll aie live and ſterve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye ſtonden in her eyen mightily,</l>
                  <l>As in a place to your vertue digne:</l>
                  <l>Wherefore Lord, if my ſerviſe or I</l>
                  <l>May liken you, ſo beth to me benigne,</l>
                  <l>For mine eſtate royall here I reſigne</l>
                  <l>Into her honde, and with full humble chere</l>
                  <l>Become her man, as to my Lady dere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In him ne deigned to ſparen blood royall</l>
                  <l>The fire of love, wherefro God me bleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Ne him forbare in no degree, for all</l>
                  <l>His vertue, or his excellent proweſſe,</l>
                  <l>But held him as his thrall lowe in diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>And brend him ſo in ſundry wiſe aie newe,</l>
                  <l>That ſixty times a day he loſt his hewe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So muchell day fro day his own thought</l>
                  <l>For luſt to her, gan quicken and encreaſe,</l>
                  <l>That everiche other charge he ſet at nought,</l>
                  <l>For thy full oft, his hot fire to ceaſe,</l>
                  <l>To ſeen her goodly looke he gan to preaſe,</l>
                  <l>For thereby to ben eaſed well he wend,</l>
                  <l>And aie the nere he was, the more he brend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For aie the nere the fire the hotter is,</l>
                  <l>This (trow I) knoweth all this companie:</l>
                  <l>But were he ferre or nere, I dare ſay this,</l>
                  <l>By night or day, for wiſedome or follie,</l>
                  <l>His heart, which that is his breſtes eie,</l>
                  <l>Was aie on her, that fairer was to ſeene</l>
                  <l>Than ever was Helein, or Polixene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Eke of the day there paſſed not an hour,</l>
                  <l>Than to himſelfe a thouſand times he ſayd,</l>
                  <l>God goodly, to whome I ſerve and labour</l>
                  <l>As I beſt can, now would to God Creſeide</l>
                  <l>Ye woulden on me rue, er that I deide:</l>
                  <l>My dere heart alas, mine hele and my hew,</l>
                  <l>And life is loſt, but ye woll on me rew.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>All other dredes weren from him fled,</l>
                  <l>Both of thaſſiege, and his ſalvation,</l>
                  <l>Ne in deſire none other founes bred,</l>
                  <l>But arguments to his concluſion,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe on him would have compaſſion</l>
                  <l>And he to ben her man, while he may dure,</l>
                  <l>Lo here his life, and from his death his cure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The ſharpe ſhowers fell of armes preve</l>
                  <l>That Hector or his other brethren didden</l>
                  <l>Ne made him onely therefore ones meve,</l>
                  <l>And yet was he, where ſo men went or ridden,</l>
                  <l>Found one the beſt, and lengeſt time abiden</l>
                  <l>There perill was, and eke did ſuch travaile</l>
                  <l>In armes, that to thinke it was a marvaile.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But for none hate he to the Greekes had,</l>
                  <l>Ne alſo for the reſcous of the toun,</l>
                  <l>Ne made him thus in armes for to mad,</l>
                  <l>But onely lo, for this concluſioun</l>
                  <l>To liken her the bet for his renoun,</l>
                  <l>Fro day to day in armes ſo he ſped,</l>
                  <l>That all the Greekes as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> death him dred.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And fro this forth tho reſt him love his ſlepe</l>
                  <l>And made his meate his foe, &amp; eke his ſorrow</l>
                  <l>Gan multiply, that who ſo tooke keepe,</l>
                  <l>It ſhewed in his hew both even and morow:</l>
                  <l>Therefore a title he gan him for to borow</l>
                  <l>Of other ſickeneſſe, leaſt men of him wend</l>
                  <l>That the hot fire of love him brend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſayd he had a fever, and fared amis,</l>
                  <l>But were it certaine I cannot ſey</l>
                  <l>If that his Lady underſtood not this</l>
                  <l>Or fained her ſhe niſt, one of the twey:</l>
                  <l>But well rede I, that by no manner wey</l>
                  <l>Ne ſeemed it that ſhe on him rought,</l>
                  <l>Or of his paine, what ſo ever he thought.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But then felt this Troilus ſuch wo</l>
                  <l>That he was welnigh wood, for aie his drede</l>
                  <l>Was this, that ſhe ſome wight loved ſo,</l>
                  <l>That never of him ſhe would han take heed:</l>
                  <l>For which him thought he felt his hart bleed,</l>
                  <l>Ne of his woe ne durſt he nought begin</l>
                  <l>To tellen her, for all this world to win.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But when he had a ſpace left from his care,</l>
                  <l>Thus to himſelfe full oft he gan to plaine:</l>
                  <l>He ſayd, o foole now art thou in the ſnare,</l>
                  <l>That whilom yapedeſt at lovers pain:</l>
                  <l>* Now art thou hent, now gnaw thine own chain</l>
                  <l>Thou wert aie woned ech lover reprehend</l>
                  <l>Of thing fro w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> thou canſt not thee defend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What woll now every lover ſaine of thee,</l>
                  <l>If this be wiſt? But ever in thine abſence</l>
                  <l>Laughen in ſcorn, and ſaine, lo there goeth he</l>
                  <l>That is the man of great ſapience,</l>
                  <l>That held us lovers leaſt in reverence:</l>
                  <l>* Now thanked be God, he may gon on that daunce</l>
                  <l>Of hem that love lift feebly avaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But o, thou wofull Troilus, God would,</l>
                  <l>(Sith thou muſt loven, through thy deſtine)</l>
                  <l>
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That thou beſet wer of ſoch one, that ſhould</l>
                  <l>Know all thy wo, all lacked her pitee:</l>
                  <l>But all too cold in love towards thee</l>
                  <l>Thy ladie is, as froſt in Winter Moone,</l>
                  <l>And thou fordo, as Snow in fire is ſoone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>God would I were arrived in the port</l>
                  <l>Of death, to which my ſorow woll me lede:</l>
                  <l>Ah Lord, to me it were a great comfort,</l>
                  <l>Then were I quite of languiſhing in drede:</l>
                  <l>For by my hidde ſorow iblowe in brede,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall beiaped been a thouſand time,</l>
                  <l>More than that foole, of whoſe folly men rime.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But now help God, &amp; ye my ſweet, for whom</l>
                  <l>I plaine, icought ye never wight ſo faſt:</l>
                  <l>O mercie deare hart, and helpe me from</l>
                  <l>The death, for I, while that my life may laſt,</l>
                  <l>More than my ſelfe woll love you to my laſt,</l>
                  <l>And with ſome frendly look gladeth me ſwete,</l>
                  <l>Though nevermore thing ye to me behete.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Theſe words, and full many another mo</l>
                  <l>He ſpake, and called ever in his compleint</l>
                  <l>Her name, for to tellen her his wo,</l>
                  <l>Till nigh that he in ſalt teares was dreint,</l>
                  <l>All was for nought, ſhe heard nat his pleint:</l>
                  <l>And when that he bethought on that follie,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand fold his woe gan multiplie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Bewailing in his chamber thus alone,</l>
                  <l>A friend of his, that called his Pandare,</l>
                  <l>Came ones in vnware, and heard him grone,</l>
                  <l>And ſaw his friend in ſuch diſtreſſe and care:</l>
                  <l>Alas (qd. he) who cauſeth all this fare?</l>
                  <l>O mercy God, what vnhappe may this mene?</l>
                  <l>Han now thus ſone y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Greeks made you lene?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Or haſt thou ſome remorſe of conſcience?</l>
                  <l>And art now fall in ſome devotion,</l>
                  <l>And waileſt for thy ſinne and thine offence,</l>
                  <l>And haſt for ferde cought contrition?</l>
                  <l>God ſave hem, that beſieged han our toun,</l>
                  <l>That ſo can laie our iollitie on preſſe,</l>
                  <l>And bring our luſtie folke to holyneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Theſe words ſaid he for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nones all,</l>
                  <l>That with ſuch thing he might him angry maken</l>
                  <l>And with his anger done his ſorrow fall,</l>
                  <l>As for a time, and his courage awaken:</l>
                  <l>But well wiſt he, as far as tongues ſpeaken,</l>
                  <l>There nas a man of greater hardineſſe</l>
                  <l>Than he, ne more deſired worthineſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What cas (qd. Troilus) or what aventure</l>
                  <l>Hath guided thee to ſeen me languiſhing,</l>
                  <l>That am refuſe of everie creature?</l>
                  <l>But for the love of God, at me praying</l>
                  <l>Goe hence away, for certes my dying,</l>
                  <l>Woll thee diſeaſe, and I mote needs deie,</l>
                  <l>Therefore goe way, there nis no more to ſeie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But if thou wene, I be thus ſick for drede,</l>
                  <l>It is not ſo, and therefore ſcorne nought:</l>
                  <l>There is an other thing I take of hede,</l>
                  <l>Wel more than ought y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> grekes han yet wrouȝt</l>
                  <l>Which cauſe is of my deth for ſorow &amp; thouȝt:</l>
                  <l>But though that I now tell it thee ne leſt,</l>
                  <l>Be thou not wroth, I hide it for the beſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Pandare, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> nigh malt for wo &amp; routh</l>
                  <l>Full often ſayed alas, what may this be?</l>
                  <l>Now friend (qd. he) if ever love or trouth</l>
                  <l>Hath been er this betwiren thee and me,</l>
                  <l>Ne doe thou never ſuch a cruelte,</l>
                  <l>To hiden fro thy friend ſo great a care,</l>
                  <l>Woſt thou not well that I am Pandare?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I woll parten with thee all thy paine,</l>
                  <l>If it ſo be I doe thee no comfort</l>
                  <l>* As it is friends right, ſooth for to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>To enterparten woe, as glad diſport</l>
                  <l>I have and ſhall, for true or falſe report</l>
                  <l>In wrong and right loved thee all my live,</l>
                  <l>Hide not thy woe fro me, but tell it blive.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then gan this ſorrowfull Troilus to ſike,</l>
                  <l>And layd him thus, God leve it be my beſt</l>
                  <l>To tellen thee, for ſith it may thee like,</l>
                  <l>Yet woll I tell it, though my heart breſt,</l>
                  <l>And well wote I, thou maieſt do me no reſt,</l>
                  <l>But leaſt thou deeme I truſt not to thee</l>
                  <l>Now heark friend, for thus it ſtant with me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Love, ayenſt the which who ſo defendeth</l>
                  <l>Him ſelven moſt, him alder leſt availeth,</l>
                  <l>With diſpaire ſo ſorrowfully me offendeth</l>
                  <l>That ſtraight vnto y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> death my hart faileth:</l>
                  <l>Thereto deſire, ſo b<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>enningly me aſſaileth,</l>
                  <l>That to been ſlaine, it were a greater ioy</l>
                  <l>To me, than King of Grece be and of Troy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Suffiſeth this, my full friend Pandare,</l>
                  <l>That I have ſaid, for now woteſt thou my wo:</l>
                  <l>And for the love of God my cold care</l>
                  <l>So hide it well, I told it never to mo:</l>
                  <l>For harmes mighten followen mo than two</l>
                  <l>If it were wiſt, but be thou in gladneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And let me ſterve unknowne of my diſtreſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>How haſt thou thus vnkindly and long</l>
                  <l>Hid this fro me, thou fool? (qd. Pandarus)</l>
                  <l>Peraventure thou maiſt after ſuch one long,</l>
                  <l>That mine a viſe anone may helpen vs:</l>
                  <l>This were a wonder thing (qd. Troilus)</l>
                  <l>Thou couldeſt never in love thy ſelfen wiſſe,</l>
                  <l>How divell maieſt thou bringen me to bliſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye Troilus, now hearken (qd. Pandare)</l>
                  <l>Though I be nice, it happeth often ſo,</l>
                  <l>That one that of ares doeth full evil fare,</l>
                  <l>By good counſail can keep his frend therfro:</l>
                  <l>I have my ſelfe ſeen a blinde man go</l>
                  <l>There as he fell, that could looken wide,</l>
                  <l>* A foole may eke a wiſe man oft guide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* A whetſtone is no carving inſtrument,</l>
                  <l>But yet it maketh ſharpe kerving tolis,</l>
                  <l>And after thou woſt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I have aught miſwent,</l>
                  <l>Eſchue thou that, for ſuch thing to ſchole is,</l>
                  <l>* Thus often wiſe men bewaren by foolis:</l>
                  <l>If thou ſo doe, thy wit is well bewared,</l>
                  <l>* By his contrarie is everie thing declared.</l>
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For how might ever ſweetneſſe have be know</l>
                  <l>To him, that never taſted bitterneſſe?</l>
                  <l>No man wot what gladneſſe is I trow,</l>
                  <l>That never was in ſorrow, or ſome diſtreſſe:</l>
                  <l>Eke white by blacke, by ſhame eke worthines</l>
                  <l>Each ſet by other, more for other ſeemeth,</l>
                  <l>As men may ſeen, &amp; ſo the wiſe it deemeth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Sith thus of two contraries is o lore,</l>
                  <l>* I that have in Love ſo oft aſſayed,</l>
                  <l>Greuaunces, ought connen well the more</l>
                  <l>Counſailen thee, of that thou art diſmayed,</l>
                  <l>And eke the ne ought not been euill apaied,</l>
                  <l>Though I deſire with thee for to beare</l>
                  <l>Thine heauie charge, it ſhall thee laſſe deare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I wote well that it fared thus by me,</l>
                  <l>As to thy brother Paris, an hierdeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Which that icleped was Oenone,</l>
                  <l>Wrote in a complaint of her heauineſſe:</l>
                  <l>Ye ſaw the letter that ſhe wrote I geſſe:</l>
                  <l>Nay never yet iwis (qd. Troilus)</l>
                  <l>Now (qd. Pandare) hearkeneth it was thus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Phebus, that firſt found art of medicine,</l>
                  <l>(Qd. ſhe) and coud in euerie wightes care</l>
                  <l>Remedie and rede, by herbes he knew fine,</l>
                  <l>Yet to himſelfe his cunning was full bare,</l>
                  <l>For love had him ſo bounden in a ſnare,</l>
                  <l>All for the daughter of king Admete,</l>
                  <l>That all his craft ne coud his ſorrow bete.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Right ſo fare I, vnhappie for me,</l>
                  <l>I love one beſt, and that me ſmerteth ſore:</l>
                  <l>And yet peraventure I can reden thee</l>
                  <l>And nat my ſelfe: repreue me no more,</l>
                  <l>I have no cauſe I wote well for to ſore,</l>
                  <l>As doeth an hauke, that liſteth for to play,</l>
                  <l>But to thine helpe, yet ſomewhat can I ſay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And of o thing, right ſiker mayeſt thou be,</l>
                  <l>That certaine, for to dyen in the paine</l>
                  <l>That I ſhall never mo diſcover thee,</l>
                  <l>Ne by my trouth, I keepe nat to reſtraine</l>
                  <l>Thee fro thy love, although it were Helleine,</l>
                  <l>That is thy brothers wife, if iche it wiſt,</l>
                  <l>Be what ſhe be, and love her as thee liſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Therefore as friendfullich in me aſſure,</l>
                  <l>And tell me platte, what is thine encheſon,</l>
                  <l>And finall cauſe of woe, that ye endure:</l>
                  <l>For doubteth nothing, mine entention</l>
                  <l>Nas not to you of reprehenſion</l>
                  <l>* To ſpeake, as now, for no wight may be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reue</l>
                  <l>A man to love, till that him liſt to leue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And weteth well, that both two been vicis,</l>
                  <l>Miſtruſten all, or elſe all beleue:</l>
                  <l>But well I wote, the meane of it no vice is,</l>
                  <l>As for to truſten ſome wight is a preue</l>
                  <l>Of trouth, &amp; for thy, would I faine remeue</l>
                  <l>Thy wrong conceit, &amp; do the ſome wight truſt</l>
                  <l>Thy woe to tell: and tell me if thou luſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The wiſe eke ſayth, woe him y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is alone,</l>
                  <l>For and he fall, he hath <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>one helpe to riſe:</l>
                  <l>And ſith thou haſt a fellow, tell thy mone,</l>
                  <l>For this nis nought certaine the next wiſe</l>
                  <l>To winnen love, as teachen vs the wiſe,</l>
                  <l>To wallow and weep, as Niobe y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Queene,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe teares yet in marble been iſeene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Let be thy weeping, and thy drerineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And let vs leſen woe, with other ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>So may thy wofull time ſeeme the leſſe,</l>
                  <l>Delight nought in woe, thy woe to ſeech,</l>
                  <l>As doen theſe fooles, that her ſorrowes eche</l>
                  <l>With ſorrowe, when they han miſaventure,</l>
                  <l>And luſten nought to ſechen other cure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Men ſaine, to wretch is conſolation</l>
                  <l>To have another fellow in his paine,</l>
                  <l>That ought well been our opinion,</l>
                  <l>For both thou and I of love doe plaine,</l>
                  <l>So full of ſorrow am I, ſooth to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>That certainly, as now no more hard grace</l>
                  <l>May ſit on me, for why there is no ſpace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If God woll, thou art nought agaſt of me,</l>
                  <l>Leaſt I would of thy Ladie thee beguile:</l>
                  <l>Thou woſt thy ſelfe, whom that I love parde</l>
                  <l>As I beſt can, gone ſithen long while,</l>
                  <l>And ſithen thou woſt, I doe it for no wile,</l>
                  <l>And ſith I am he, that thou truſteth moſt,</l>
                  <l>Tell me ſomwhat, ſince all my woe thou woſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet Troilus, for all this no word ſaid,</l>
                  <l>But long he lay ſtill, as he dead were,</l>
                  <l>And after this, with ſiking he abraid,</l>
                  <l>And to Pandarus voice he lent his eare,</l>
                  <l>And vp his eyen caſt he: and then in feare</l>
                  <l>Was Pandarus leaſt that in frenſeye,</l>
                  <l>He ſhould either fall or elſe ſoone deye.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſayd awake, full wonderlich &amp; ſharpe.</l>
                  <l>What ſlumbreſt thou, as in a litergie?</l>
                  <l>Or art thou like an Aſſe to the harpe,</l>
                  <l>That heareth ſound, when men y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtrings ply?</l>
                  <l>But in his mind, of that no melodie</l>
                  <l>May ſinke him to gladen, for that he</l>
                  <l>So dull is, in his beaſtialite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And with this Pandare of his words ſtent:</l>
                  <l>But Troilus to him nothing anſwerde,</l>
                  <l>For why, to tell was nought his entent</l>
                  <l>Never to no man, for whome y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he ſo ferde:</l>
                  <l>* For it is ſayd, men maken oft a yerde</l>
                  <l>With which the maker is himſelfe ibeten</l>
                  <l>In ſundrie manner, as theſe wiſe men treten.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And nameliche in his counſaile telling,</l>
                  <l>That toucheth Love, that ought been ſecre:</l>
                  <l>For of himſelfe it woll inough out ſpring</l>
                  <l>But if that it the bet gouerned be.</l>
                  <l>* Eke ſometime it is craft to ſeeme flee</l>
                  <l>Fro thing which in effect men hunten faſt:</l>
                  <l>All this gan Troilus in his heart caſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But natheles, when he had heard him crie,</l>
                  <l>Awake he gan, and ſike wonder ſore:</l>
                  <l>And ſayd my friend, though that I ſtill lie,</l>
                  <l>I am not deefe, now peace &amp; crie no more:</l>
                  <l>For I have heard thy wordes and thy lore,</l>
                  <l>
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But ſuffer me my Fortune to bewailen,</l>
                  <l>For thy proverbs may nought me availen.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Nor other cure canſt thou none for me</l>
                  <l>Eke I nill not been cured, I woll die:</l>
                  <l>What know I of the Queene Niobe?</l>
                  <l>Let be thine old enſamples, I thee prey.</l>
                  <l>No friend (qd. Pandarus) therfore I ſey,</l>
                  <l>* Such is delight of fooles to beweepe</l>
                  <l>Her woe, but to ſeeken bote they ne keepe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now know I that reaſon in thee faileth:</l>
                  <l>But tell me, if I wiſt what ſhe were</l>
                  <l>For whome that thee all miſaventure aileth,</l>
                  <l>Durſt thou that I told it in her eare</l>
                  <l>Thy woe, ſith thou darſt not thy ſelf for fear,</l>
                  <l>And her beſought on thee to han ſome routh?</l>
                  <l>Why nay (qd. he) by God and by my trouth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What, not as buſily (qd. Pandarus)</l>
                  <l>As though mine owne life lay in this need:</l>
                  <l>Why no parde ſir (qd. this Troilus)</l>
                  <l>And why? for that thou ſhouldeſt never ſpeed:</l>
                  <l>Woſt thou that well? ye that is out of dreed,</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Troilus) for all that ever ye conne,</l>
                  <l>She woll to no ſuch wretch as I be wonne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>(Qd. Pandarus) alas what may this be,</l>
                  <l>That thou diſpaired art, thus cauſeleſſe,</l>
                  <l>What, liveth nat thy Ladie, benedicite?</l>
                  <l>How woſt thou ſo, that thou art graceleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Such evill is not alway boteleſſe:</l>
                  <l>Why put not impoſſible thus thy cure,</l>
                  <l>* Sith thing to come is oft in aventure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I graunt well that thou endureſt wo,</l>
                  <l>As ſharpe as doth he Teſiphus in hell,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe ſtomacke foules tiren evermo,</l>
                  <l>That highten vultures, as bookes tell:</l>
                  <l>But I may not endure that thou dwell</l>
                  <l>In ſo unskilfull an opinion,</l>
                  <l>That of thy woe nis no curation.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But ones nill thou, for thy coward heart,</l>
                  <l>And for thine yre, and fooliſh wilfulneſſe,</l>
                  <l>For wantruſt tellen of thy ſorrowes ſmert,</l>
                  <l>Ne to thine owne helpe do buſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>As much as ſpeake a word, yea more or leſſe,</l>
                  <l>But lyeſt as he that of life nothing retch,</l>
                  <l>What woman living coud love ſuch a wretch?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What may ſhe demen other of thy death,</l>
                  <l>If thou thus die, and ſhe not why it is,</l>
                  <l>But that for feare, is yolden vp thy breath,</l>
                  <l>For Greekes han beſieged vs iwis:</l>
                  <l>Lord which a thank ſhalt thou have than of this</l>
                  <l>Thus woll ſhe ſaine, and all the toun atones,</l>
                  <l>The wretch is deed, the divel have his bones.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thou mayeſt alone here weep, cry, &amp; knele,</l>
                  <l>* And love a woman y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe wote it nought,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe will quite it that thou ſhalt not feel:</l>
                  <l>* Vnknow vnkiſt, and loſt that is vnſought.</l>
                  <l>What, many a man hath love full dere ibouȝt</l>
                  <l>Twentie winter that his Ladie ne wiſt,</l>
                  <l>That never yet his Ladies mouth he kiſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What, ſhould he therfore fallen in diſpair?</l>
                  <l>Or he receaunt for his owne tene,</l>
                  <l>Or ſlaine himſelfe, all be his Ladie faire?</l>
                  <l>Nay nay: but ever in one be freſh and green,</l>
                  <l>To ſerve and love his dere hearts queen,</l>
                  <l>And thinke it is a guerdone her to ſerve</l>
                  <l>A thouſand part more than he can deſerve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And of that word tooke heede Troilus,</l>
                  <l>And thought anon, what folly he was in,</l>
                  <l>And how that ſooth him ſayd Pandarus,</l>
                  <l>That for to-ſlaien himſelfe might he not win,</l>
                  <l>But both doen vnmanhood and a ſinne</l>
                  <l>And of his death his Ladie nought to wite,</l>
                  <l>For of his woe, God wote ſhe knew full lite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And with that thought, he gan full ſore ſike,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd, alas, what is me beſt to doe?</l>
                  <l>To whome Pandare ſayed, if thee it like,</l>
                  <l>The beſt is, that thou tell me thy woe,</l>
                  <l>And have my trouth, but if thou finde it ſo</l>
                  <l>I be thy boote, or it been full long,</l>
                  <l>To peeces doe me drawe, and ſithen hong.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yea, ſo ſayeſt thou (qd. Troilus) alas,</l>
                  <l>But God wote it is nought the rather ſo:</l>
                  <l>Full hard it were to helpen in this caas,</l>
                  <l>For well finde I, that fortune is my fo:</l>
                  <l>Ne all the men that ride con or go,</l>
                  <l>May of her cruell whele the harme withſtond</l>
                  <l>For as her liſt, ſhe playeth with free and bond.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>(Qd. Pandarus) then blameſt thou fortune,</l>
                  <l>For thou art wroth, ye now at earſt I ſee</l>
                  <l>Woſt thou not well y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Fortune is commune</l>
                  <l>To everie manner wight, in ſome degree?</l>
                  <l>And yet thou haſt this comfort, lo parde,</l>
                  <l>That as her ioyes moten overgone,</l>
                  <l>So mote her ſorrowes paſſen everichone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For if her whele ſtint, any thing to tourne,</l>
                  <l>Then ceſſeth ſhe fortune anone to be:</l>
                  <l>Now ſith her whele by no way may ſoiourn,</l>
                  <l>What woſt thou of her mutabilitie.</l>
                  <l>Whether as thy ſelf luſt ſhe woll don by thee</l>
                  <l>Or that ſhe be nought ferre fro thine helping:</l>
                  <l>Peraventure thou haſt cauſe for to ſing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And therfore woſt thou what, I thee beſeech,</l>
                  <l>Let be thy woe, and tourning to the ground:</l>
                  <l>* For who ſo liſt have healing of his leech,</l>
                  <l>To him behooveth firſt vnwrie his wound:</l>
                  <l>To Cerberus in hell aie be I bound,</l>
                  <l>Wer it for my ſuſter all thy ſorrow,</l>
                  <l>By my will ſhe ſhould be thine to morrow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Looke vp I ſay, and tell me what ſhe is</l>
                  <l>Anone, that I may gone about thy need:</l>
                  <l>Know ich her aught, for my love tell me this,</l>
                  <l>Then would I hope rather for to ſpeed:</l>
                  <l>Tho gan the veine of Troilus to bleed,</l>
                  <l>For he was hit, and woxe all redde for ſhame,</l>
                  <l>Aha (qd. Pandara) here beginneth game.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And with that word, he gan him for to ſhake,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd him thus, thou ſhalt her name tell:</l>
                  <l>
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But tho gan ſely Troilus for to quake,</l>
                  <l>As though men ſhould han had him into hell,</l>
                  <l>And ſayed alas, of all my woe the well,</l>
                  <l>Than is my ſweet foe called Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>And well nigh with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> word for feare he deide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Pandare herd her name neven</l>
                  <l>Lord he was glad, and ſaied, friend ſo deere,</l>
                  <l>Now fare a right, for Ioves name in heaven,</l>
                  <l>Love hath beſet thee well, be of good cheere,</l>
                  <l>For of good name, and wisdome, and manere</l>
                  <l>She hath inough, and eke of gentleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>If ſhe be faire, thou woſt thy ſelfe, I geſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ne never ſeie I a more bounteous</l>
                  <l>Of her eſtate, ne a gladder: ne of ſpeech</l>
                  <l>A friendlyer, ne more gracious</l>
                  <l>For to doe well, ne laſſe had ned to ſeech</l>
                  <l>What for to doen, and all this bet to ech</l>
                  <l>In honour, to as farre as ſhe may ſtretch</l>
                  <l>* A kinges heart ſeemeth by hers a wretch.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And for thy, look of good comfort thou be:</l>
                  <l>For certainely the firſt point is this</l>
                  <l>Of noble courage, and well ordaine the</l>
                  <l>A man to have peace within himſelfe iwis:</l>
                  <l>So oughteſt thou, for nought but good it is,</l>
                  <l>* To loven well, and in a worthy place,</l>
                  <l>Thee ought not clepe it happe, but grace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And alſo thinke, and therewith glad thee,</l>
                  <l>That ſith the Ladie vertuous is all</l>
                  <l>So followeth it, that there is ſome pitee</l>
                  <l>Amonges all theſe other in generall,</l>
                  <l>And for they ſee that thou in ſpeciall</l>
                  <l>Require nought, that is ayen her name,</l>
                  <l>* For vertue ſtretcheth not himſelf to ſhame.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But well is me, that ever I was born,</l>
                  <l>That thou beſet art in ſo good a place:</l>
                  <l>For by my trouth in love I durſt have ſworn,</l>
                  <l>Thee ſhould never have tidde ſo fair a grace,</l>
                  <l>And woſt thou why? for thou were wont to chace</l>
                  <l>At love in ſcorne, &amp; for diſpite him call</l>
                  <l>* Saint Idiote, lord of theſe fooles all.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>How often haſt thou made thy nice yapes,</l>
                  <l>And ſaied, that loves ſervaunts overichone</l>
                  <l>* Of nicete, ben verie Goddes Apes,</l>
                  <l>And ſome would monche her meat all alone,</l>
                  <l>Ligging a bed, and make hem for to grone,</l>
                  <l>And ſome thou ſaideſt had a blaunch fevere,</l>
                  <l>And praideſt God, they ſhould never kevere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſome of hem, took on hem for the cold,</l>
                  <l>More than inough, ſo ſaydeſt thou full oft:</l>
                  <l>And ſome han fained oft time and told,</l>
                  <l>How that they waken, when they ſleepe ſoft,</l>
                  <l>And thus they would have ſet hem ſelf a loft,</l>
                  <l>And natheleſſe were vnder at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>Thus ſaydeſt thou, and yapedeſt full faſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet ſaydeſt thou, that for the more part,</l>
                  <l>Theſe Lovers would ſpeake in generall,</l>
                  <l>And thoughten it was a ſiker art,</l>
                  <l>For ſailing, for to aſſayen over all:</l>
                  <l>Now may I yape of thee, if that I ſhall.</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, though that I ſhould deie,</l>
                  <l>Thou art none of tho, I dare well ſeie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now bete thy breſt, &amp; ſay to God of love,</l>
                  <l>Thy grace Lord, for now I me repent</l>
                  <l>If I miſſpake, for now my ſelfe, I love:</l>
                  <l>Thus ſay with all thine heart, in good entent,</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Troilus) ah Lord, I me conſent,</l>
                  <l>And pray to thee, my yapes thou foryeve,</l>
                  <l>And I ſhall never more while I live.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thou ſayſt wel (qd. Pandare) &amp; now I hope</l>
                  <l>That thou y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> goddes wrath haſt all appeaſed:</l>
                  <l>And ſith thou haſt wepten many a drop,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid ſuch thing wherwith thy God is ple<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed,</l>
                  <l>Now would never God, but thou were eaſed:</l>
                  <l>* And think well ſhe, of whom reſt all thy wo,</l>
                  <l>Here after may thy comfort been alſo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For thilk ground, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> beareth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wedes wick</l>
                  <l>Beareth eke theſe holſome herbs, as full oft:</l>
                  <l>Next the foule nettle, rough and thick,</l>
                  <l>The Roſe wexeth, ſoote, ſmooth, and ſoft,</l>
                  <l>* And next the valey is the hill a loft,</l>
                  <l>And next the derke night the glad morowe,</l>
                  <l>And alſo ioy is next the fine of ſorrow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now looke that attempre be thy bridell,</l>
                  <l>And for the beſt aie ſuffer to the tide,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe all our labour is on idell,</l>
                  <l>* He haſteth well, that wiſely can abide:</l>
                  <l>Be diligent and true, and aie well hide,</l>
                  <l>Be luſtie, free, perſever in thy ſerviſe,</l>
                  <l>And all is well, if thou worke in this wiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* But he that departed is in everie place</l>
                  <l>Is no where hole, as writen Clerkes wiſe:</l>
                  <l>What wonder is, if ſuch one have no grace?</l>
                  <l>Eke woſt thou how it fareth of ſome ſervice,</l>
                  <l>* As plant a tree or herbe, in ſondrie wiſe,</l>
                  <l>And on the morrow pull it vp as blive,</l>
                  <l>No wonder is, though it may never thrive.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſith y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God of love hath thee beſtowed</l>
                  <l>In place digne vnto thy worthineſſe,</l>
                  <l>* Stond faſt, for to good port haſt thou rowed,</l>
                  <l>And of thy ſelfe, for any heavineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Hope alwaie well, for but if drerineſſe.</l>
                  <l>Or over haſt both our labour ſhend,</l>
                  <l>I hope of this to maken a good end.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And woſt thou why, I am the laſſe afered</l>
                  <l>Of this matter, with my nece to trete?</l>
                  <l>For this have I heard ſay of wiſe lered,</l>
                  <l>Was never man or woman yet beyete,</l>
                  <l>That was vnapt to ſuffer loves hete</l>
                  <l>Celeſtiall, or els love of kind:</l>
                  <l>For thy, ſome grace I hope in her to find.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And for to ſpeake of her in ſpeciall,</l>
                  <l>Her beautie to bethinken, and her youth,</l>
                  <l>It ſit her nought, to been celeſtiall</l>
                  <l>As yet, though that her liſt both and kouth:</l>
                  <l>And truely it ſit her well right nouth,</l>
                  <l>A worthy knight to loven and cherice,</l>
                  <l>And but ſhe doe, I hold it for a vice.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wherefore I am, and woll be aye ready</l>
                  <l>To paine me to doe you this ſervice:</l>
                  <l>
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For both you to pleaſe, this hope I</l>
                  <l>Here after, for that ye been both wiſe,</l>
                  <l>And con counſaile keepe in ſuch a wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That no man ſhall the wiſer of it bee,</l>
                  <l>And ſo we may ben gladded all three.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And by my trouth I have right now of thee</l>
                  <l>A good conceit, in my wit as I geſſe:</l>
                  <l>And what it is, I woll now that thou ſee,</l>
                  <l>I thinke that ſith Love of his goodneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Hath thee conuerted out of wickedneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That thou ſhalt been the beſt poſt, I leue,</l>
                  <l>Of all his lay, and moſt his foes greue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Enſample why, ſee now theſe great clerkes,</l>
                  <l>That erren aldermoſt ayen a law,</l>
                  <l>And ben conuerted from her wicked werkes</l>
                  <l>Throgh grace of god, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> leſt hem to withdraw:</l>
                  <l>They arne the folke y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> han god moſt in aw,</l>
                  <l>And ſtrengeſt faithed been I vnderſtond,</l>
                  <l>And con an errour alder beſt withſtond.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When Troilus had herd Pandare aſſented</l>
                  <l>To ben his helpe in loving of Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>He wext of his wo, as who ſaith vnturmen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted,</l>
                  <l>But hotter wext his love, and then he ſaid</l>
                  <l>With ſober chere, as though his hart plaid:</l>
                  <l>Now bliſfull Venus helpe, ere that I ſterue,</l>
                  <l>Of thee Pandare I mow ſome thank deſerue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But dere friend, how ſhall my wo be leſſe,</l>
                  <l>Till this be done? &amp; good eke tell me this,</l>
                  <l>How wilt thou ſaine of me and my diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Leaſt ſhe be wroth, this drede I moſt iwis,</l>
                  <l>Or woll not heren all, how it is,</l>
                  <l>All this drede I, and eke for the manere</l>
                  <l>Of thee her Eme, ſhe nill no ſuch thing here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>(Qd. Pandarus) thou haſt a full great care,</l>
                  <l>* Leſt the chorle may fall out of the moone:</l>
                  <l>Why lord? I hate of thee the nice fare.</l>
                  <l>Why entremete of that thou haſt to doone</l>
                  <l>For Gods love, I bid thee a boone:</l>
                  <l>So let me alone, and it ſhall be thy beſt.</l>
                  <l>Why frend (qd. he) then done right as thee leſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But herke Pandare o word, for I nolde,</l>
                  <l>That thou in me wendeſt ſo great follie,</l>
                  <l>That to my lady I deſiren ſhould,</l>
                  <l>That toucheth harme, or any villanie:</l>
                  <l>For dredeleſſe me were leuer to die,</l>
                  <l>Than ſhe of me ought els vnderſtood,</l>
                  <l>But that, that might ſownen into good.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Tho lough this Pandarus &amp; anon anſwerd:</l>
                  <l>And I thy borow, fie no wight doth but ſo,</l>
                  <l>I raught not though ſhe ſtood and herd,</l>
                  <l>How that thou ſaieſt, but farwell I woll go:</l>
                  <l>Adieu, be glad, God ſpeed vs both two,</l>
                  <l>Yeue me this labour and this buſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And of my ſpeed be thine all the ſweetneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Tho Troilus gan doune on knees to fall,</l>
                  <l>And Pandare in his armes hent faſt,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, now fie on the Greekes all:</l>
                  <l>Yet parde, God ſhall helpen at laſt,</l>
                  <l>And dredeleſſe, if that my life may laſt,</l>
                  <l>And God toforne, lo ſome of hem ſhall ſmerte,</l>
                  <l>And yet me a thinketh y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> this auaunt maſterte.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And now Pandare, I can no more ſay,</l>
                  <l>Thou wiſe, thou woſt, thou maiſt, thou art all:</l>
                  <l>My life, my death, hole in thine hond I ſay,</l>
                  <l>Help me now (qd. he.) Yes by my trouth I ſhal:</l>
                  <l>God yeeld thee friend, and this in ſpeciall</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Troilus) that thou me recommaund</l>
                  <l>To her that may me to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> death commaund.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Pandarus tho, deſirous to ſerve</l>
                  <l>His full friend, he ſaid in this manere:</l>
                  <l>Farwell, &amp; think I wol thy thanke deſerve.</l>
                  <l>Have here my trouth, &amp; that thou ſhalt here,</l>
                  <l>And went his way, thinking on this matere,</l>
                  <l>And how he beſt might beſeechen her of grace,</l>
                  <l>And find a time thereto and a place.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For every wight y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath a houſe to found,</l>
                  <l>He renneth nat the werke for to begin,</l>
                  <l>With rakel hond, but he woll biden ſtound,</l>
                  <l>And ſend his hearts line out fro within,</l>
                  <l>Alder firſt his purpoſe for to win:</l>
                  <l>All thus Pandare in his heart thought,</l>
                  <l>And caſt his werke full wiſely ere he wrought.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But Troilus lay tho no lenger doun,</l>
                  <l>But anone gat vpon his ſtede baie,</l>
                  <l>And in the field he played the Lioun,</l>
                  <l>Wo was y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Greek, that with him met y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> daye:</l>
                  <l>And in the toune, his manner tho forth aye</l>
                  <l>So goodly was, and gat him ſo in grace,</l>
                  <l>That eche him loved that looked in his face.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For he became the friendlieſt wight,</l>
                  <l>The gentileſt, and eke the moſt free,</l>
                  <l>The thriftieſt, and one the beſt knight</l>
                  <l>That in his time was, or els might be:</l>
                  <l>Dead were his yapes and his cruelte,</l>
                  <l>His high port and his manner ſtraunge,</l>
                  <l>And each of hem gan for a vertue chaunge.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now let vs ſtint of Troilus a ſtound,</l>
                  <l>That fareth like a man that hurt is ſore,</l>
                  <l>And is ſome dele of a king of his wound</l>
                  <l>Yleſſed well, but healed no dele more:</l>
                  <l>And as an eaſie patient the lore</l>
                  <l>Abite of him that goeth about his cure,</l>
                  <l>And thus he driueth forth his aventure.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit liber primus.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="2" type="book">
               <div type="prologue">
                  <lg>
                     <l>OVt of theſe black wawes let vs for to ſail,</l>
                     <l>O wind, now the weather ginneth clere:</l>
                     <l>For in the ſea the boate hath ſuch trauaile</l>
                     <l>Of my conning, that vnneth I it ſtere:</l>
                     <l>This ſea clepe I the tempeſtous matere</l>
                     <l>Of deepe diſpaire, that Troilus was in:</l>
                     <l>But now of hope the kalends begin.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O lady mine, that called art Cleo,</l>
                     <l>Thou be my ſpede fro this forth, &amp; my muſe</l>
                     <l>To rime well this booke till I have do,</l>
                     <l>Me needeth here none other art to vſe:</l>
                     <l>For why to every lover I me excuſe,</l>
                     <l>
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That of no ſentement I this endite,</l>
                     <l>But out of latine in my tongue it write.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Wherefore I nil have neither thank ne blame</l>
                     <l>Of all this worke: but pray you mekely,</l>
                     <l>Disblameth me, if any word be lame,</l>
                     <l>For as mine authour ſaid, ſo ſay I:</l>
                     <l>Eke though I ſpeake of love vnfeelingly,</l>
                     <l>No wonder is, for it nothing of new is,</l>
                     <l>* A blind man cannot judgen well in hewis.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I know, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> in forme of ſpeech is change</l>
                     <l>Within a thouſand yere, and words tho</l>
                     <l>That hadden priſe, now wonder nice &amp; ſtrange</l>
                     <l>Thinketh hem, and yet they ſpake hem ſo,</l>
                     <l>And ſpedde as well in love, as men now do:</l>
                     <l>* Eke for to winnen love, in ſundry ages,</l>
                     <l>In ſundry londs ſundry ben vſages.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And for thy, if it happe in any wiſe,</l>
                     <l>That here be any lover in this place,</l>
                     <l>That herkeneth, as the ſtory woll deviſe,</l>
                     <l>How Troilus came to his ladies grace,</l>
                     <l>And thinketh, ſo nolde I not love purchaſe,</l>
                     <l>Or wondreth on his ſpeech or his doing,</l>
                     <l>I not, but it is to me no wondring:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* For every wight, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> to Rome went,</l>
                     <l>Halt nat o pathe, ne alway o manere:</l>
                     <l>Eke in ſome lond were all the gamen ſhent,</l>
                     <l>If that men farde in love, as men done here,</l>
                     <l>As thus, in open doing or in chere,</l>
                     <l>In viſiting, in forme, or ſaid our ſaws,</l>
                     <l>* For thy men ſain, ech country hath his laws.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Eke ſcarſely ben there in this place three,</l>
                     <l>That have in love ſaid like, and done in all:</l>
                     <l>For to this purpoſe this may liken thee,</l>
                     <l>And thee right nought, yet all is done or ſhall:</l>
                     <l>* Eke ſome men graue intre, ſom in ſtone wall,</l>
                     <l>As it betide, but ſith I have begonne,</l>
                     <l>Mine authour ſhall I follow, as I konne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <trailer>Explicit Prohemium.</trailer>
               </div>
               <div type="text_of_book">
                  <lg>
                     <l>IN May, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mother is of moneths glade,</l>
                     <l>That y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> freſh floures, both blew, white, &amp; rede</l>
                     <l>Ben quick ayen, that winter dead made,</l>
                     <l>And full of baume is fleting every mede,</l>
                     <l>When Phebus doth her bright beams ſpred,</l>
                     <l>Right in the white Bole, it ſo betidde,</l>
                     <l>As I ſhall ſing, on Maies day the thridde,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That Pandarus for all his wiſe ſpeach,</l>
                     <l>Felt eke his part of loves ſhottes kene,</l>
                     <l>That coud he never ſo well of loving preach,</l>
                     <l>It made his hew a day full oft grene:</l>
                     <l>So ſhope it, that him fill that day a tene</l>
                     <l>In love, for which in wo to bed he went,</l>
                     <l>And made ere it were day full many a went.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The ſwallow Progne, with a ſorowfull lay</l>
                     <l>When morow come, gan make hir waimen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting</l>
                     <l>Why ſhe forſhapen was: and ever lay</l>
                     <l>Pandare a bed, halfe in a ſlombering,</l>
                     <l>Till ſhe ſo nigh him made her waimenting,</l>
                     <l>How Tereus gan forth her ſuſter take,</l>
                     <l>That with the noiſe of her he gan awake,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And to call, and dreſſe him vp to riſe,</l>
                     <l>Remembring him his arrand was to done</l>
                     <l>From Troilus, and eke his great empriſe,</l>
                     <l>And caſt, &amp; knew in good plite was y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> moone</l>
                     <l>To done voiage, and tooke his way full ſoone</l>
                     <l>Vnto his neces paleis there beſide:</l>
                     <l>Now Ianus God of entre, thou him guide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When he was come vnto his neces place,</l>
                     <l>Where is my lady, to her folke (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>And they him told, and he forth in gan pace,</l>
                     <l>And found two other ladies ſit and ſhee,</l>
                     <l>Within a paued parlour, and they three</l>
                     <l>Herden a maiden hem reden the geſte</l>
                     <l>Of the ſiege of Thebes, while hem leſte:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) madame God you ſee</l>
                     <l>With your booke, and all the companie:</l>
                     <l>Eigh vncle mine, welcome iwis (qd. ſhee)</l>
                     <l>And vp ſhe roſe, and by the hond in hie,</l>
                     <l>She tooke him faſt, and ſaid, this night thrie,</l>
                     <l>To good mote it turne, of you I met,</l>
                     <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> word, ſhe downe on bench him ſet.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Yea nece, ye ſhull faren well the bet,</l>
                     <l>If God woll, all this yeare (qd. Pandarus)</l>
                     <l>But I am ſorry that I have you let</l>
                     <l>To hearken of your booke, ye praiſen thus:</l>
                     <l>For Gods love what ſaith it, tell it vs,</l>
                     <l>Is it of love, or ſome good ye me lere?</l>
                     <l>Vncle (qd. ſhe) your maiſtreſſe is nat here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they gonnen laugh, &amp; tho ſhe ſeide,</l>
                     <l>This romaunce is of Thebes, that we rede,</l>
                     <l>And we have heard how y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> king Laius deide:</l>
                     <l>Through Edippus his ſonne, &amp; al the dede:</l>
                     <l>And here we ſtinten, at theſe letters rede,</l>
                     <l>How the biſhop, as the booke can tell,</l>
                     <l>Amphiorax, fell through the ground to hell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) all this know I my ſelue,</l>
                     <l>And all thaſſiege of Thebes, and the care,</l>
                     <l>For hereof ben there maked bookes twelue:</l>
                     <l>But let be this, and tell me how ye fare,</l>
                     <l>Do way your barbe, &amp; ſhew your face bare,</l>
                     <l>Do way your book, riſe vp and let vs daunce,</l>
                     <l>And let vs to done to May ſome obſeruaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Eighe, God forbid (qd. ſhe) be ye mad?</l>
                     <l>Is that a widdowes life, ſo God you ſave?</l>
                     <l>By God ye maken me right ſore adrad,</l>
                     <l>Ye ben ſo wild, it ſeemeth as ye raue,</l>
                     <l>* It ſat me well bet aye in a caue</l>
                     <l>To bide, and rede on holy ſaints liues:</l>
                     <l>Let maidens gon to daunce, &amp; yong wiues.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As ever thriue I (qd. this Pandarus)</l>
                     <l>Yet could I tell o thing, to done you play:</l>
                     <l>Now vncle dere (qd. ſhe) tell it vs</l>
                     <l>For Gods love, is then thaſſiege awey?</l>
                     <l>I am of Greekes ferde, ſo that I dey:</l>
                     <l>Nay, nay (qd. he) as ever mote I thriue,</l>
                     <l>It is a thing well bet than ſuch fiue.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>Ye holy God (qd. ſhe) what thing is that,</l>
                     <l>What bet than ſuch five? eighe nay iwis,</l>
                     <l>For all this world ne can I reden what</l>
                     <l>It ſhould ben ſome iape I trow it is,</l>
                     <l>And but your ſelven tell us what it is,</l>
                     <l>My wit is for to arede it all to leane:</l>
                     <l>As helpe me God, I not what that ye meane:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And I your borow, ne never ſhall (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>This thing be told to you, as mote I thrive:</l>
                     <l>And why uncle mine, why ſo (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>By God (qd. he) that woll I tell as blive,</l>
                     <l>For prouder woman is there none on live,</l>
                     <l>And ye it wiſt, in all the toune of Troy:</l>
                     <l>I iape nat, ſo ever have I joy.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tho gan ſhe wondren more than before,</l>
                     <l>A thouſand fold, and downe her eyen caſt:</l>
                     <l>For never ſith the time that ſhe was bore,</l>
                     <l>To knowen thing deſired ſhe ſo faſt,</l>
                     <l>And with a ſike, ſhe ſaid him at the laſt,</l>
                     <l>Now uncle mine, I nill you not diſpleaſe,</l>
                     <l>Nor asken more, that may do you diſeaſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>So after this, with many words glade,</l>
                     <l>And friendly tales, and with merry chere,</l>
                     <l>Of this &amp; that they ſpeake, and gonnen wade</l>
                     <l>In many an unkouth glad &amp; deepe matere,</l>
                     <l>As friends done, when they bethe ifere,</l>
                     <l>Till ſhe gan asken him how Hector ferde,</l>
                     <l>That was the tounes wall, &amp; Greekes yerde.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Full wel I thanke it God, ſaid Pandarus,</l>
                     <l>Save in his arme he hath a little wound,</l>
                     <l>And eke his freſh brother Troilus,</l>
                     <l>The wiſe worthy Hector the ſecound,</l>
                     <l>In whom that every vertue liſt habound,</l>
                     <l>And firſt all trouth, and all gentleneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Wiſedom, honour, freedom, and worthineſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In good faith eme (qd. ſhe) that liketh me,</l>
                     <l>They faren well, God ſave hem both two:</l>
                     <l>* For trewliche, I hold it great deintie,</l>
                     <l>A kinges ſonne in armes well to do,</l>
                     <l>And be of good conditions thereto.</l>
                     <l>* For great power, and morall vertue here</l>
                     <l>Is ſelde iſeene in one perſone ifere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In good faith that is ſooth (qd. Pandarus)</l>
                     <l>But by my trouth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> king hath ſonnes twey,</l>
                     <l>That is to meane, Hector and Troilus,</l>
                     <l>That certainly though that I ſhould dey,</l>
                     <l>They ben as void of vices, dare I ſey,</l>
                     <l>As any men that liven under ſunne,</l>
                     <l>Her might is wide iknow, &amp; what they conne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of Hector needeth it no more for to tell,</l>
                     <l>In all this world, there nis a better knight,</l>
                     <l>Than he that is of worthineſſe the well,</l>
                     <l>And he well more vertue hath than might,</l>
                     <l>This knoweth many a wiſe &amp; worthy knight:</l>
                     <l>And the ſame priſe of Troilus I ſey,</l>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo, I know not ſuch twey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>By God (qd. ſhe) of Hector that is ſooth,</l>
                     <l>And of Troilus the ſame thing trow I:</l>
                     <l>For dredeleſſe, men telleth that he dooth</l>
                     <l>In armes day by day, ſo worthely,</l>
                     <l>And beareth him here at home ſo gently</l>
                     <l>To every wight, that all priſe hath he,</l>
                     <l>Of hem that me were leveſt praiſed be.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye ſay right ſooth iwis (qd. Pandarus)</l>
                     <l>For yeſterday, who ſo had with him been,</l>
                     <l>Mighten have wondred upon Troilus,</l>
                     <l>For never yet ſo thicke a ſwarme of been,</l>
                     <l>Ne flew, as Greekes from him gan fleen,</l>
                     <l>And through the field in every wights eare,</l>
                     <l>There was no crie, but Troilus is there.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now here, now there, he hunted hem ſo faſt,</l>
                     <l>There nas but Greekes blood, and Troilus,</l>
                     <l>Now him he hurt, and him all doun he caſt,</l>
                     <l>Aye where he went it was arraied thus:</l>
                     <l>He was her death, and ſhield and life for us,</l>
                     <l>That as y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> day ther durſt him none withſtond,</l>
                     <l>While y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he held his bloody ſwerd in hond:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thereto he is the friendlieſt man</l>
                     <l>Of great eſtate, that ever I ſaw my live:</l>
                     <l>And where him liſt, beſt fellowſhip can</l>
                     <l>To ſuch as him thinketh able for to thrive,</l>
                     <l>And with that word, tho Pandarus as blive</l>
                     <l>He tooke his leave, and ſaid I woll gon hen:</l>
                     <l>Nay, blame have I uncle (qd. ſhe then.)</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What eileth you to be weary thus ſoone,</l>
                     <l>And nameliche of women, woll ye ſo?</l>
                     <l>Nay ſitteth doune, by God I haue to done</l>
                     <l>With you, to ſpeake of wiſedom er ye go,</l>
                     <l>And every wight that was about hem tho,</l>
                     <l>That heard that, gan ferre away to ſtond,</l>
                     <l>While they two had all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hem liſt in hond.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> her tale all brought was to an end</l>
                     <l>Of her eſtate, and of her governaunce,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) now time is that I wend,</l>
                     <l>But yet I ſay, ariſeth let us daunce,</l>
                     <l>And caſt your widdows habit to miſchaunce:</l>
                     <l>What liſt you thus your ſelfe to disfigure,</l>
                     <l>Sith you is tidde ſo glad an aventure:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But well bethought: for love of God (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>Shal I not weten what ye meane of this?</l>
                     <l>No, this thing asketh leaſer tho (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>And eke me would full much greve iwis:</l>
                     <l>If I it told, and ye it tooke amis:</l>
                     <l>Yet were it bette my tongue to hold ſtill,</l>
                     <l>Than ſay a ſooth, that were ayenſt your will.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For nece mine, by the goddeſſe Minerve,</l>
                     <l>And Iupiter, that maketh the thunderring,</l>
                     <l>And the blisfull Venus, that I ſerve,</l>
                     <l>Ye ben the woman in this world living</l>
                     <l>Withouten paramours, to my weting,</l>
                     <l>That I beſt love, and lotheſt am to greve,</l>
                     <l>And that ye weten well your ſelfe, I leve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Iwis mine uncle (qd. ſhe) graunt mercy,</l>
                     <l>Your friendſhip have I founden ever yet,</l>
                     <l>I am to no man beholden truely</l>
                     <l>So much as you, and have ſo little quit:</l>
                     <l>And with the grace of God, emforth my wit</l>
                     <l>
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As in my guilt, I ſhall you never offend,</l>
                     <l>And if I have ere this, I woll amend.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But for the love of God I you beſeech</l>
                     <l>As ye be he that I love moſt and triſt,</l>
                     <l>Let be to me your fremed manner ſpeech,</l>
                     <l>And ſay to me your nece what you liſt:</l>
                     <l>And with that word her uncle anon her kiſt,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, gladly my leve nece ſo dere,</l>
                     <l>Take it for good that I ſhall ſay you here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With that ſhe gan her eien doune to caſt,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus to cough gan a lite,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid: Nece alway lo, to the laſt</l>
                     <l>How ſo it be, that ſome men hem delite</l>
                     <l>With ſubtle art her tales for tendite,</l>
                     <l>Yet for all that in her entention,</l>
                     <l>Her tale is all for ſome concluſion.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſith the end is every tales ſtrength,</l>
                     <l>And this matter is ſo behovely,</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I paint it or drawen it on length</l>
                     <l>To you, that ben my friend ſo faithfully:</l>
                     <l>And with that word he gan right inwardly</l>
                     <l>Beholden her, and looken in her face,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, on ſuch a mirrour much good grace.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then thought he thus, if I my tale endite</l>
                     <l>Ought hard, or make a proceſſe any while,</l>
                     <l>She ſhall no ſavour have therein but lite,</l>
                     <l>And trow I would her in my will beguile:</l>
                     <l>* For tender wittes wenen all be wile,</l>
                     <l>Whereas they con nat plainliche underſtond:</l>
                     <l>For thy her wit to ſerven woll I fond.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And looked on her in a buſie wiſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe was ware that he beheld her ſo:</l>
                     <l>Ah lord (qd. ſhe) ſo faſt ye me aviſe,</l>
                     <l>Saw ye me never ere now, what ſay ye no?</l>
                     <l>Yes, yes (qd. he) and bet woll ere I go:</l>
                     <l>But by my trouth I thought now, if ye</l>
                     <l>Be fortunate: for now men ſhall it ſee.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* For every wight ſome goodly aventure,</l>
                     <l>Sometime is ſhape, if he it can receiven:</l>
                     <l>But if he nill take of it no cure</l>
                     <l>When that it cometh, but wilfully it weiven:</l>
                     <l>Lo, neither caſe nor fortune him deceiven,</l>
                     <l>But right his own ſlouth &amp; wretchedneſſe:</l>
                     <l>And ſuch a wight is for to blame, I geſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Good aventure, O belie nece, have ye</l>
                     <l>Full lightly founden, and ye conne it take:</l>
                     <l>And for the love of God, and eke of me</l>
                     <l>Catch it anone, leaſt aventure ſlake:</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I lenger proceſſe of it make,</l>
                     <l>Yeve me your hond, for in this world is non,</l>
                     <l>If that you liſt, a wight ſo well begon.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſith I ſpeake of good ententioun,</l>
                     <l>As I to you have told well here beforne</l>
                     <l>And love as well your honour and renoun,</l>
                     <l>As any creature in all the world iborne:</l>
                     <l>By all the othes that I have you ſworne,</l>
                     <l>And ye be wroth therefore or wene I lie,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſhall I never ſeene you eft with eie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Beth nat agaſt, ne quaketh nat, whereto?</l>
                     <l>Ne chaunge nat for fere ſo your hew,</l>
                     <l>For hardely the worſt of this is do:</l>
                     <l>And though my tale as now be to you new,</l>
                     <l>Yet truſt alway: ye ſhall me find true,</l>
                     <l>And were it thing that me thought unfitting,</l>
                     <l>To you would I no ſuch tales bring.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now my good Eme, for Gods love I prey,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. ſhe) come off and tell me what it is:</l>
                     <l>For both I am agaſt what ye woll ſay,</l>
                     <l>And eke me longeth it to wit iwis:</l>
                     <l>For whether it be well, or be amis,</l>
                     <l>Say on let me not in this feare dwell.</l>
                     <l>So woll I done, now hearkeneth I ſhall tell:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now nece mine, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> kings own dere ſonne,</l>
                     <l>The good, wiſe, worthy, freſh, and free,</l>
                     <l>Which alway for to done well is his wonne,</l>
                     <l>The noble Troilus ſo loveth thee,</l>
                     <l>That but ye helpe, it woll his bane be,</l>
                     <l>Lo here is all, what ſhould I more ſey,</l>
                     <l>Doth what you liſt, to make him live or dey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But if ye let him die, I woll ſterven,</l>
                     <l>Have here my trouth, nece I nill not lien,</l>
                     <l>All ſhould I with this knife my throte kerven:</l>
                     <l>With that the teares burſt out of his eien,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, if that ye done us both dien</l>
                     <l>Thus guiltleſſe, then have ye fiſhed faire:</l>
                     <l>What mend ye, though y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we both apaire?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Alas, he which that is my lord ſo dere,</l>
                     <l>That trew man, that noble gentle knight,</l>
                     <l>That nought deſireth but your frendly chere,</l>
                     <l>I ſee him dien, there he goeth upright:</l>
                     <l>And haſteth him with all his full might</l>
                     <l>For to ben ſlaine, if his fortune aſſent,</l>
                     <l>Alas that God you ſuch a beautie ſent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If it be ſo that ye ſo cruell be,</l>
                     <l>That of his death you liſteth nought to retch,</l>
                     <l>That is ſo trew and worthy as we ſee,</l>
                     <l>No more than of a yaper or a wretch,</l>
                     <l>If ye be ſuch, your beaute may nat ſtretch,</l>
                     <l>To make amends of ſo cruell a dede:</l>
                     <l>* Aviſement is good before the nede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Wo worth the faire gemme vertuleſſe,</l>
                     <l>Wo worth that hearbe alſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> doth no bote,</l>
                     <l>Wo worth the beauty that is routhleſſe,</l>
                     <l>Wo worth that wight y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> trede ech under fote:</l>
                     <l>And ye that ben of beautie croppe and rote,</l>
                     <l>If therewithall in you ne be no routh,</l>
                     <l>Then is it harme ye liven by my trouth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And alſo thinke well, that this is no gaud,</l>
                     <l>For me were lever, thou, I, and he</l>
                     <l>Were honged, than I ſhould ben his baud,</l>
                     <l>As high as men might on us all iſee:</l>
                     <l>I am thine Eme, the ſhame were to mee,</l>
                     <l>As well as thee, if that I ſhould aſſent</l>
                     <l>Through mine abet, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he thine honour ſhent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now underſtond, for I you nought requere</l>
                     <l>To bind you to him, through no beheſt,</l>
                     <l>
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Save onely that ye make him better chere</l>
                     <l>Than ye han done ere this, and more feaſt,</l>
                     <l>So that his life be ſaved at the leaſt:</l>
                     <l>This is all and ſome, and plainly our entent,</l>
                     <l>God help me ſo, I never other ment.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo, this requeſt is nought but skill iwis,</l>
                     <l>Ne doubt of reaſon parde is there none:</l>
                     <l>I ſet the worſt, that ye dreden this,</l>
                     <l>Men would wonder to ſeen him come &amp; gone:</l>
                     <l>There ayenſt anſwere I thus anone,</l>
                     <l>That every wight, but he be foole of kind,</l>
                     <l>Woll deeme it love of frendſhip in his mind.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* What, who woll demen tho he ſee a man</l>
                     <l>To temple gone, that he the images eateth:</l>
                     <l>Thinke eke, how well and wiſely that he can</l>
                     <l>Govern himſelfe, that he nothing foryetteth,</l>
                     <l>That wher he cometh, he pris &amp; thonk him get<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,</l>
                     <l>And eke thereto he ſhal come here ſo ſeld,</l>
                     <l>What force were it, thogh all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> toun beheld.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Such love of frends reigneth thorow al this toun:</l>
                     <l>And wrie you in that mantle ever mo,</l>
                     <l>And God ſo wis be my ſalvatioun</l>
                     <l>As I have ſayd, your beſt is to do ſo:</l>
                     <l>But good nece, alway to ſtint his wo,</l>
                     <l>* So let your daunger ſugred ben alite,</l>
                     <l>That of his death ye be not all to wite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide, which that herd him in this wiſe,</l>
                     <l>Thought, I ſhall felen w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he meaneth iwis:</l>
                     <l>Now Eme (qd. ſhe) what would ye deviſe?</l>
                     <l>What is your rede, I ſhould done of this?</l>
                     <l>That is well ſaid (qd. he) certaine beſt is,</l>
                     <l>That ye him love ayen for his loving,</l>
                     <l>* As love for love is skilfull guerdoning.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thinke eke how elde waſteth every hour</l>
                     <l>In each of you a part of beaute,</l>
                     <l>And therefore, ere that age thee devour,</l>
                     <l>Go love, for old there woll no wight of thee:</l>
                     <l>Let this proverbe, a lore unto you bee,</l>
                     <l>* Too late iware (qd. beaute) when it paſt,</l>
                     <l>And elde daunteth daunger, at the laſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The kings foole is wont to cry aloud,</l>
                     <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he thinketh a woman bereth her hie,</l>
                     <l>* So long mote ye liven, and all proud,</l>
                     <l>Till Crowes feet growen under your eie,</l>
                     <l>And ſend you then a mirrour in to prie,</l>
                     <l>In which that ye may ſee your face a morow,</l>
                     <l>Nece, I bid him wiſh you no more ſorow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With this he ſtint, and caſt down y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> head,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe began to breſt and wepe anone,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, alas for wo, why nere I dead,</l>
                     <l>For of this world the faith is all agone:</l>
                     <l>Alas, what ſhoulden ſtraunge unto me done,</l>
                     <l>When he that for my beſt friend I wend,</l>
                     <l>Rate me to love, and ſhould it me defend.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Alas, I would have truſted doubtles,</l>
                     <l>That if that I, through my diſaventure</l>
                     <l>Had loved either him or Achilles,</l>
                     <l>Hector, or any other creature,</l>
                     <l>Ye nolde have had mercy ne meaſure</l>
                     <l>On me, but alway had me in repreve:</l>
                     <l>This falſe world alas, who may it leve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What? is this all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> joy and all the feaſt?</l>
                     <l>Is this your rede? is this my blisfull caas?</l>
                     <l>Is this the very mede of your beheſt?</l>
                     <l>Is all this painted proceſſe ſaid (alas)</l>
                     <l>Right for this fine, O lady mine Pallas,</l>
                     <l>Thou in this dredefull caſe for me purvey,</l>
                     <l>For ſo aſtonied am I, that I dey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With that ſhe gan full ſorrowfully to ſike,</l>
                     <l>Ne may it be no bet (qd. Pandarus)</l>
                     <l>By God I ſhall no more come here this weke,</l>
                     <l>And God toforne, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> am miſtruſted thus:</l>
                     <l>I ſee well now ye ſetten light of us,</l>
                     <l>Or of our death alas, I wofull wretch,</l>
                     <l>Might he yet live, of me were nought to retch.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O cruell God, O diſpitous Marte,</l>
                     <l>O furies three of Hell, on you I crie,</l>
                     <l>So let me never out of this houſe depart,</l>
                     <l>If that I meant harme or villanie:</l>
                     <l>But ſith I ſee my Lord mote needs die,</l>
                     <l>And I with him, here I me ſhrive and ſey,</l>
                     <l>That wickedly ye done us both dey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But ſith it liketh you, that I be dead,</l>
                     <l>By Neptunus, that God is of the ſee,</l>
                     <l>Fro this forth ſhall I never eaten bread,</l>
                     <l>Till that I mine owne heart blood may ſee:</l>
                     <l>For certaine I woll die as ſoone as hee,</l>
                     <l>And up he ſtert, and on his way he raught,</l>
                     <l>Till ſhe againe him by the lappe caught.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> well nigh ſtarf for feare,</l>
                     <l>So as ſhe was the fearfulleſt wight</l>
                     <l>That might be, and heard eke with her eare,</l>
                     <l>And ſaw the ſorowfull earneſt of the knight,</l>
                     <l>And in his praier ſaw eke none unright,</l>
                     <l>And for the harme eke that might fall more,</l>
                     <l>She gan to rew and dread her wonder ſore.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And thought thus, unhaps do fallen thicke</l>
                     <l>Alday for Love, and in ſuch manner caas,</l>
                     <l>As men ben cruell in hemſelfe and wicke:</l>
                     <l>And if this man ſlee here himſelfe, alas,</l>
                     <l>In my preſence, it nill be no ſollas,</l>
                     <l>What men would of it deme I can nat ſay,</l>
                     <l>It needeth me full ſlighly for to play.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And with a ſorowfull ſigh, ſhe ſaid thrie,</l>
                     <l>Ah lord, what me is tidde a ſorry chaunce,</l>
                     <l>For mine eſtate lieth in jeopardie,</l>
                     <l>And eke mine emes life lieth in ballaunce:</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, with Gods governaunce</l>
                     <l>I ſhall ſo done, mine honour ſhall I keepe,</l>
                     <l>And eke his life, and ſtint for to weepe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Of harmes two, the leſſe is for to cheſe,</l>
                     <l>Yet had I lever maken him good chere</l>
                     <l>In honour, than my emes life to leſe.</l>
                     <l>Ye ſaine, ye nothing els me requere.</l>
                     <l>No wis (qd. he) mine owne nece ſo dere.</l>
                     <l>Now well (qd. ſhe) and I woll done my paine,</l>
                     <l>I ſhall mine heart ayen my luſt conſtraine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>But that I nill nat holden him in hond,</l>
                     <l>Ne love a man, that can I naught ne may</l>
                     <l>Ayenſt my will, but els woll I fonde,</l>
                     <l>Mine honour ſave, pleſen him fro day to day,</l>
                     <l>Thereto nolde I not ones have ſaid nay,</l>
                     <l>But that I dredde, as in my fantaſie:</l>
                     <l>* But ceſſe cauſe, aie ceſſeth maladie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But here I make a proteſtacion</l>
                     <l>That in this proceſſe if ye deper go,</l>
                     <l>That certainly, for no ſalvacion</l>
                     <l>Of you, though that ye ſterven both two,</l>
                     <l>Though all the world on o day be my fo,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſhall I never on him have other routhe:</l>
                     <l>I graunt wel (qd. Pandare) by my trouthe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But may I truſt well to you (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>That of this thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye han hight me here</l>
                     <l>Ye woll it holde truely unto me:</l>
                     <l>Ye doubtleſſe (qd. ſhe) mine uncle dere,</l>
                     <l>Ne that I ſhall have cauſe in this matere</l>
                     <l>(Qd. he) to plain, or ofter you to preach:</l>
                     <l>Why no parde, what nedeth more ſpeach.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tho fill they in other tales glade</l>
                     <l>Till at the laſt, O good Eme (qd. ſhe tho)</l>
                     <l>For love of God which that us both made,</l>
                     <l>Tell me how firſt ye wiſten of his wo,</l>
                     <l>Wot none of it but ye? he ſaid no:</l>
                     <l>Can he well ſpeake of love (qd. ſhe) I preie?</l>
                     <l>Tell me, for I the bet ſhall me purveie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tho Pandarus a litel gan to ſmile</l>
                     <l>And ſaied: By my trouth I ſhall now tell,</l>
                     <l>This other daie, nat gon full long while,</l>
                     <l>Within the paleis gardin by a well</l>
                     <l>Gan he and I, well halfe a day to dwell,</l>
                     <l>Right for to ſpeaken of an ordinaunce,</l>
                     <l>How we the Grekes mighten diſavaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sone after that we gone for to lepe,</l>
                     <l>And caſten with our dartes to and fro:</l>
                     <l>Till at the laſt, he ſaied, he would ſlepe,</l>
                     <l>And on the graſſe adoune he laied him tho,</l>
                     <l>And I after gan to romen to and fro,</l>
                     <l>Till that I heard, as I walked alone,</l>
                     <l>How he began full wofully to grone.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tho gan I ſtalke him ſoftly behind,</l>
                     <l>And ſikerly the ſothe for to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>As I can clepe ayen now to my mind,</l>
                     <l>Right thus to love he gan him for to plain,</l>
                     <l>He ſaied: Lorde, have routh vpon my pain,</l>
                     <l>All have I been rebell in mine entent,</l>
                     <l>Now (Mea culpa) Lord I me repent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O God, that at thy diſpoſicion</l>
                     <l>Ledeſt the <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ine, by juſt purveiaunce</l>
                     <l>Of every wight, my lowe confeſſion</l>
                     <l>Accept in gree, and ſende me ſoche penaunce</l>
                     <l>As liketh thee, put from me diſperaunce,</l>
                     <l>That may my ghoſt departe alway fro the,</l>
                     <l>Thou be my ſhilde for thy benignite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For certes lord, ſo ſore hath ſhe me wounded,</l>
                     <l>That ſtode in blacke, with loking of her iyen,</l>
                     <l>That to mine hartes botome it is ifounded,</l>
                     <l>Through which I wot, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I muſt nedes dien:</l>
                     <l>This is the worſt, I dare me nouȝt bewrien.</l>
                     <l>* And well the hoter beene the gledes rede</l>
                     <l>That men wrien, with aſhen pale &amp; dede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With that he ſmote his hede adoune anone,</l>
                     <l>And gan to muttre, I nat what truely:</l>
                     <l>And I with that gan ſtill a waie to gone,</l>
                     <l>And lete thereof, as nothing wiſt had I,</l>
                     <l>And come again anon, and ſtode him by,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied awake, ye ſlepen all to long,</l>
                     <l>It ſemeth me nought y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> love doth you wrong</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That ſtepen ſo, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> no man may you wake:</l>
                     <l>Who ſeie ever er this ſo dull a man.</l>
                     <l>Ye frende (qd. he) doe ye your heddes ake</l>
                     <l>For love, and let me liven as I can:</l>
                     <l>But lorde that he for wo was pale and wan,</l>
                     <l>Yet made he tho as freſhe a countenaunce,</l>
                     <l>As though he ſhould have led y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> newe daunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This paſſed forth, till now this other daie,</l>
                     <l>It fell that I come roming all alone</l>
                     <l>Into his chambre, &amp; found how that he laie</l>
                     <l>Vpon his bedde: but man ſo ſore grone</l>
                     <l>Ne heard I never, and what was his mone</l>
                     <l>Ne wiſt I nought, for as I was comming</l>
                     <l>All ſodainly, he left his complaining.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of which I toke ſomwhat ſuſpection</l>
                     <l>And nere I come, and found him wepe ſore,</l>
                     <l>And God ſo wiſe be my ſaluacion,</l>
                     <l>As never of thing had I no routh more:</l>
                     <l>For neither with engine, ne with no lore,</l>
                     <l>Vnnethes might I fro the death him kepe,</l>
                     <l>That yet fele I mine harte for him wepe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And God wote never ſith that I was borne</l>
                     <l>Was I ſo buſie no man for to preach,</l>
                     <l>Ne never was to wight ſo depe ſworne,</l>
                     <l>Er he me told who might be his leach:</l>
                     <l>But not to you rehearſen all his ſpeach,</l>
                     <l>Or all his wofull wordes for to ſowne,</l>
                     <l>Ne bid me nought, but ye woll ſe me ſwone.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But for to ſave his life, and els nought,</l>
                     <l>And to non harme of you, thus am I driven:</l>
                     <l>And for the love of God that vs hath wrouȝt,</l>
                     <l>Soche chere him doth, that he &amp; I may liven.</l>
                     <l>Now have I plat to you mine hart ſhriven,</l>
                     <l>And ſith ye wote that mine entent is cleane</l>
                     <l>Take heede thereof, for none evill I meane.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And right good thrift, I pray to God have ye,</l>
                     <l>That han ſoch one icaught withouten net:</l>
                     <l>And be ye wiſe, as ye be faire to ſe,</l>
                     <l>Well in the ring then is the Rubie ſet,</l>
                     <l>There were never two ſo well imet,</l>
                     <l>Whan ye been his all hole, as he is your,</l>
                     <l>The mighty God yet grant vs ſe that hour.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Nay thereof ſpake I not: A ha (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>As helpe me God, ye ſhenden every dele:</l>
                     <l>A mercy dere nece, anon (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>What <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o I ſpake, I ment nought but wele</l>
                     <l>By Mars the God, that helmed is of ſtele:</l>
                     <l>
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Now beth not wroth, my blood, my nece dere.</l>
                     <l>Now well (qd. ſhe) foryeven be it here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With this he toke his leave, &amp; home he went,</l>
                     <l>Ye Lord how he was glad, and well bigon:</l>
                     <l>Creſeide aroſe, no lenger ſhe ne ſtent,</l>
                     <l>But ſtreight into her cloſet went anon,</l>
                     <l>And ſet her doune, as ſtill as any ſtone,</l>
                     <l>And every worde gan vp and doune to wind,</l>
                     <l>That he had ſaied, as it came her to mind.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And woxe ſomdele aſtonied in her thought,</l>
                     <l>Right for the new caſe, but whan that ſhe</l>
                     <l>Was full aviſed, tho found ſhe right nought,</l>
                     <l>Of perill, why that ſhe ought aferde be:</l>
                     <l>* For man may love of poſſibilite</l>
                     <l>A woman ſo, his harte may to breſt,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe nat love ayen, but if her leſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But as ſhe ſat alone, and thought thus,</l>
                     <l>Thaſcrie aroſe at skarmoch all without,</l>
                     <l>And men cried in the ſtrete, ſe Troilus</l>
                     <l>Hath right now put to flight y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Grekes rout.</l>
                     <l>With that gonne all her meine for to ſhout:</l>
                     <l>A, go we ſe, caſt vp the gates wide,</l>
                     <l>For throuȝ this ſtrete he mote to paleis ride.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For other waie is fro the yates none,</l>
                     <l>Of Dardanus, there open is the cheine:</l>
                     <l>With that come he, and all his folke anone</l>
                     <l>An eaſie pace riding, in routes tweine,</l>
                     <l>Right as his happy day was ſothe to ſeine:</l>
                     <l>* For which men ſaith, may not diſtourbed be</l>
                     <l>That ſhall betiden of neceſſite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus ſat on his baie ſtede</l>
                     <l>All armed ſave his hedde, full richely,</l>
                     <l>And wounded was his horſe, &amp; gan to blede,</l>
                     <l>On which he rode a pace full ſoftly:</l>
                     <l>But ſoch a knightly ſight truely</l>
                     <l>As was on him, was nat withouten faile,</l>
                     <l>To loke on Mars, that God is of battaile.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>So like a man of armes, and a knight</l>
                     <l>He was to ſeen, fulfilled of high proweſſe,</l>
                     <l>For both he had a body, and might</l>
                     <l>To doen that thing, as well as hardineſſe,</l>
                     <l>And eke to ſeen him in his geare dreſſe</l>
                     <l>* So freſhe, ſo yong, ſo weldy ſemed he,</l>
                     <l>It was an heaven vpon him for to ſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>His helme to hewen was in twenty places,</l>
                     <l>That by a tiſſue hong, his backe behind,</l>
                     <l>His ſhelde to daſhed with ſwerds &amp; with ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces,</l>
                     <l>In which men might many an arowe find,</l>
                     <l>That thirled had both horn, nerf, and rind:</l>
                     <l>And aie y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> people cried, here cometh our ioie,</l>
                     <l>And next his brother, holder vp of Troie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For which he wext a little redde for ſhame</l>
                     <l>When he ſo heard y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> people vpon him crien,</l>
                     <l>That to behold it was noble game,</l>
                     <l>How ſoberliche he caſt adoune his iyen:</l>
                     <l>Creſeide anon gan all his chere eſpien,</l>
                     <l>And let it ſo ſoft in her hart ſinke.</l>
                     <l>That to her ſelf ſhe ſaid, who yave me drinke?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For of her own thought, ſhe woxe all redde,</l>
                     <l>Remembring her right thus, Lo this is he,</l>
                     <l>Which that mine vncle ſwereth he mote he dedde,</l>
                     <l>But I on him have mercy and pite:</l>
                     <l>And with that thought, for pure aſhamed <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                           <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>Gan in her hedde to pull, and that as faſt,</l>
                     <l>While he and all the people forth by paſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And gan to caſt, and rollen vp and doun</l>
                     <l>Within her thought his excellent proweſſe,</l>
                     <l>And his eſtate, and alſo his renoun,</l>
                     <l>His witte, his ſhape, and eke his gentilneſſe,</l>
                     <l>But moſt her favour was: for his diſtreſſe</l>
                     <l>Was all for her, and thought it were a routh,</l>
                     <l>To ſlaen ſoch one, if that he ment trouth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now might ſome envious iangle thus,</l>
                     <l>This was a ſodain love, how might it be,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe ſo lightly loved Troilous?</l>
                     <l>Right for the firſt ſight: ye parde?</l>
                     <l>Now whoſo ſaied ſo, mote he never thee:</l>
                     <l>For every thing a ginning hath it nede</l>
                     <l>* Er all be wrought, withouten any drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For I ſaie nat that ſhe ſo ſodainly</l>
                     <l>Yafe him her love, but that ſhe gan encline</l>
                     <l>To liken him tho, and I have told you why:</l>
                     <l>And after that, his manhode and his pine,</l>
                     <l>Made that love within her gan to mine:</l>
                     <l>For which by proceſſe, and by good ſervice</l>
                     <l>He wanne her love, and in no ſodain wiſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And all ſo bliſfull Venus wele araied</l>
                     <l>Satte in her ſeventh houſe of heven tho,</l>
                     <l>Diſpoſed wele, and with aſpectes payed,</l>
                     <l>To helpe ſely Troilus of his wo:</l>
                     <l>And ſothe to ſayne, ſhe nas nat all a foe</l>
                     <l>To Troilus, in his nativite,</l>
                     <l>God wote, that wele the ſooner ſped he.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now let vs ſtente of Troilus a throw,</l>
                     <l>That rideth forth, and let vs tourne faſt</l>
                     <l>Vnto Creſeide, that heng her hedde full low,</l>
                     <l>There as ſhe ſatte alone, and gan to caſt</l>
                     <l>Whereon ſhe would appoint her at the laſt,</l>
                     <l>If it ſo were her Eme ne would ceſſe,</l>
                     <l>For Troilus vpon her for to preſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And lorde ſo ſhe gan in her thought argue</l>
                     <l>In this matter, of which I have you told,</l>
                     <l>And what to doen beſt were, and what eſchue,</l>
                     <l>That plited ſhe full oft in many fold:</l>
                     <l>Now was her hart warme, now was it cold,</l>
                     <l>And what ſhe thought, ſomwhat ſhall I write,</l>
                     <l>As mine authour liſteth for tendite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>She thought firſt, that Troilus perſon</l>
                     <l>She knewe by ſight, and eke his gentelneſſe:</l>
                     <l>And thus ſhe ſaid, all were it nought to doen</l>
                     <l>To graunt him love, yet for his worthineſſe,</l>
                     <l>It were honor with plaie, and with gladneſſe,</l>
                     <l>In honeſte with ſoch a Lorde to deale,</l>
                     <l>For mine eſtate, and alſo for his heale.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Eke well wote I, my kinges ſonne is he,</l>
                     <l>And ſith he hath to ſee me ſoch delite,</l>
                     <l>
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If I would vtterliche his ſight flie,</l>
                     <l>Paraventure he might have me in diſpite,</l>
                     <l>Through which I might ſtond in wors plite:</l>
                     <l>Now, were I wiſe, me hate to purchaſe</l>
                     <l>Without nede, there I may ſtande in grace?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* In every thing, I wot there lieth meaſure:</l>
                     <l>For though a man forbid dronkenneſſe,</l>
                     <l>He nought forbiddeth that every creature</l>
                     <l>Be drinkeleſſe for alway as I geſſe:</l>
                     <l>Eke, ſithe I wot for me is his diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>I ne ought not for that thing him diſpiſe,</l>
                     <l>Sith it is ſo, he meaneth in good wiſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And eke I know, of long time agone</l>
                     <l>His thewes good, and that he nis not nice,</l>
                     <l>No vauntour ſaine men, certain he is none,</l>
                     <l>To wiſe is he to doen ſo great a vice:</l>
                     <l>Ne als I nill him never ſo cherice,</l>
                     <l>That he ſhall make avaunt by iuſt cauſe:</l>
                     <l>He ſhall me never binde in ſoche a clauſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now ſet I caſe, the hardeſt is iwis,</l>
                     <l>Men might demen that he loveth me:</l>
                     <l>What diſhonour were it vnto me this?</l>
                     <l>Maie iche him let of that? why naie parde:</l>
                     <l>I know alſo, and alway heare and ſe,</l>
                     <l>Men loven women all this toune about,</l>
                     <l>Be they the wers? Why naie withouten dout?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I thinke eke how, he worthie is to have</l>
                     <l>Of all this noble toune the thriftieſt,</l>
                     <l>That woman is, if ſhe her honour ſave:</l>
                     <l>For out and out he is the worthieſt,</l>
                     <l>Save onely Hector, which that is the beſt,</l>
                     <l>And yet his life lieth all now in my cure,</l>
                     <l>But ſoche is love, and eke mine aventure.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ne me to love, a wonder is it nought:</l>
                     <l>For well wote I my ſelf, ſo God me ſpede,</l>
                     <l>All woll I that no man wiſt of this thought,</l>
                     <l>I am one the faireſt out of drede</l>
                     <l>And goodlieſt, who ſo that taketh hede:</l>
                     <l>And ſo men ſaine in all the toune of Troie,</l>
                     <l>What wonder is though he of me have ioie?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I am mine owne woman well at eaſe,</l>
                     <l>I thanke it God, as after mine eſtate,</l>
                     <l>Right yong, and ſtond vntied in luſtie leaſe,</l>
                     <l>Withouten ielouſie, and ſuch debate:</l>
                     <l>Shall no husbonde ſaine to me checke mate,</l>
                     <l>* For either they be full of ielouſie,</l>
                     <l>Or maiſterfull, or loven novelrie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What ſhal I doen? to what fine live I thus?</l>
                     <l>Shall I not love, in caſe if that me leſt?</l>
                     <l>What pardieux I am not religious:</l>
                     <l>And though that I mine harte ſet at reſt</l>
                     <l>Vpon this knight, that is the worthieſt,</l>
                     <l>And kepe alway mine honor, and my name,</l>
                     <l>By all right it may doe me no ſhame.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But right as whan the ſun ſhineth brigh<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>In March, that chaungeth oft time his face,</l>
                     <l>And that a cloud is put with winde to flight,</l>
                     <l>Which overſprat the Sunne, as for a ſpace,</l>
                     <l>A cloudy thought gan through her ſoul pace,</l>
                     <l>That overſpradde her bright thoughts all,</l>
                     <l>So that for feare almoſt ſhe gan to fall.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That thouȝt was this: alas ſith I am free,</l>
                     <l>Should I now love, and put in ieopardie</l>
                     <l>My ſikerneſſe, and thrallen libertie?</l>
                     <l>Alas, how durſt I thinken that folie?</l>
                     <l>May I not well in other folke aſpie</l>
                     <l>Her dredfull ioie, her conſtreint, and her pain:</l>
                     <l>* Ther loveth none, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe ne hath why to plain.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For love is yet the moſte ſtormie life,</l>
                     <l>Right of himſelf, that ever was begonne:</l>
                     <l>For ever ſome miſtruſt, or nice ſtrife,</l>
                     <l>There is in love, ſome cloud over the Sunne:</l>
                     <l>Thereto we wretched women nothing conne</l>
                     <l>Whan vs is wo, but wepe and ſit and thinke,</l>
                     <l>* Our wretch is this, our own wo to drinke.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Alſo wicked tongues been ay ſo preſt</l>
                     <l>To ſpeake vs harme: eke men ben ſo vntrue,</l>
                     <l>That right anon as ceſſed is her leſt,</l>
                     <l>So ceſſeth love, and forth to love a newe:</l>
                     <l>But harm idoe is doen, who ſo it rue:</l>
                     <l>For thouȝ theſe men for love hem firſt to rende,</l>
                     <l>* Full ſharp beginning breaketh oft at ende.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>How oft time maie men both rede &amp; ſeen,</l>
                     <l>The treaſon, that to women hath be doe</l>
                     <l>To what fine is ſoche love, I can not ſeen</l>
                     <l>Or where becometh it, whan it is go?</l>
                     <l>There is no wight that wote, I trowe ſo,</l>
                     <l>Wher it becometh, lo, no wight on it ſporneth</l>
                     <l>* That erſt was nothing, into naught turneth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>How buſie (if I love) eke muſt I be</l>
                     <l>To pleaſen hem, that iangle of love, &amp; demen,</l>
                     <l>And coyen hem, that thei ſaie no harm of me:</l>
                     <l>For though there be no cauſe, yet hem ſemen</l>
                     <l>Al be for harm, that folk her frendes quemen</l>
                     <l>* And who maie ſtoppen every wicked tong?</l>
                     <l>Or ſoune of belles, while that they been rong?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And after that her thought gan for to clere</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, he which that nothing vndertaketh</l>
                     <l>Nothing acheveth, be him loth or dere</l>
                     <l>And with an other thought her hart quaketh</l>
                     <l>Then ſlepeth hope, and after drede awaketh,</l>
                     <l>Now hote, now cold, but thus bitwixen twey</l>
                     <l>She riſt her vp, and went her for to pley.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Adoune the ſtaire anon right tho ſhe went</l>
                     <l>Into her gardine, with her neces three,</l>
                     <l>And vp and doun, they maden many a went</l>
                     <l>Flexippe and ſhe, Tarbe, and Antigone,</l>
                     <l>To plaien, that it ioie was to ſee</l>
                     <l>And other of her women a great rout</l>
                     <l>Her folowed in the gardine all about.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This yerde was large, &amp; railed al the alies</l>
                     <l>And ſhadowed wel, with bloſomy bows grene</l>
                     <l>And benched newe, and ſonded all the waies</l>
                     <l>In which ſhe walketh arme in arme betwene,</l>
                     <l>Till at the laſt Antigone the ſhene</l>
                     <l>Gan on a Troian ſong to ſingen clere,</l>
                     <l>That it an heven was, her voier to here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>She ſaied, O love, to whom I have, &amp; ſhall</l>
                     <l>Been humble ſubiect, true in mine entent</l>
                     <l>As I beſt can, to you lorde yeve iche all</l>
                     <l>For euermore mine hartes luſt to rent:</l>
                     <l>For never yet thy grace to no wight ſent</l>
                     <l>So blisfull cauſe as me, my life to lede</l>
                     <l>In all ioie and ſuretie, out of drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The blisfull God, hath me ſo well beſet</l>
                     <l>In love iwis, that all that beareth life</l>
                     <l>Imaginen ne could how to be bet,</l>
                     <l>For Lorde withouten jelouſie or ſtrife</l>
                     <l>I love one, which that moſte is ententife</l>
                     <l>To ſerven well, vnwerily or vnfained</l>
                     <l>That ever was, &amp; leſt with harme diſtained.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As he that is the well of worthineſſe,</l>
                     <l>Of trouth ground, mirrour of goodlihedde,</l>
                     <l>Of wit Apollo, ſtone of ſikerneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Of vertue roote, of luſtie finder and hedde,</l>
                     <l>Through whiche is all ſorrowe fro me dedde:</l>
                     <l>Iwis I love him beſt, ſo doeth he me,</l>
                     <l>Now good thrift have he, where ſo ever he be.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Whom ſhould Ithanken but you God of love,</l>
                     <l>Of all this bliſſe, in which to bath I ginne,</l>
                     <l>And thanked be ye Lorde, for that I love,</l>
                     <l>This is the right life that I am inne,</l>
                     <l>To flemen all maner vice and ſinne:</l>
                     <l>This doeth me ſo to vertue for to entende</l>
                     <l>That daie by daie I in my will amende.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And who ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſaieth that for to love is vice,</l>
                     <l>Or thraldome, though he fele in it diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>He either is enuious, or right nice,</l>
                     <l>Or is vnmightie for his ſhreudneſſe,</l>
                     <l>To loven, for ſoch maner folke I geſſe</l>
                     <l>Diffamen love, as nothing of him know,</l>
                     <l>* They ſpeaken, but they bent never his bowe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Sunne worſe of his kind right?</l>
                     <l>Though that a man, for febleneſſe of his iyen</l>
                     <l>Maie not endure on it to ſe for bright,</l>
                     <l>Or love the worſt, that wretches on it crien:</l>
                     <l>* No wele is worth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may no ſorowe drien:</l>
                     <l>And for thy, who that hath an hedde of verre</l>
                     <l>Fro caſt of ſtones ware him in the werre.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But I with all mine harte &amp; all my might,</l>
                     <l>As I have ſaied, woll love vnto my laſt</l>
                     <l>My owne dere harte &amp; all mine owne knight,</l>
                     <l>In whiche mine harte growen is ſo faſt</l>
                     <l>And is in me, that it ſhall ever laſt:</l>
                     <l>All dredde I firſt love him to begin:</l>
                     <l>Now wote I well there is no perill in.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And of her ſong right with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> word ſhe ſtent,</l>
                     <l>And therewithall, now nece (qd. Creſeide)</l>
                     <l>Who made this ſong now with ſo good entent</l>
                     <l>Antigone anſwerde anon and ſaide,</l>
                     <l>Madame iwis the goodlieſt maide</l>
                     <l>Of great eſtate in all the toune of Troie</l>
                     <l>And led her life in moſte honour and ioie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Forſothe ſo ſemeth it by her ſong</l>
                     <l>Qd. tho Creſeide, &amp; gan therewith to ſike,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied: Lorde, is there ſoche bliſſe emong</l>
                     <l>Theſe lovers, as they can faire endite:</l>
                     <l>Ye wiſſe qd. freſhe Antigone the white,</l>
                     <l>* For all the folke that have or been on live</l>
                     <l>Ne con well the bliſſe of love diſcrive.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But wene ye that every wretche wote</l>
                     <l>The parfite bliſſe of love, why naie iwis</l>
                     <l>They wenen all be love, if one be hote,</l>
                     <l>Do waie do waie, they wote nothing of this.</l>
                     <l>* Men mote asken of ſainctes, if it is</l>
                     <l>Ought faire in heven, &amp; why? for they can tell,</l>
                     <l>And aske fendes, if it be foule in hell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide vnto y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> purpoſe naught anſwerde,</l>
                     <l>But ſaied, iwis it woll be night as faſt,</l>
                     <l>But every worde, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe of her herde,</l>
                     <l>She gan to printen in her harte faſt,</l>
                     <l>And aie gan love her laſſe for to agaſt</l>
                     <l>Than it did erſt, and ſinken in her harte,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe waxe ſomewhat able to conuarte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The daies honour, and the heavens iye,</l>
                     <l>The nights foe, all this clepe I thee ſonne,</l>
                     <l>Gan weſtren faſt, and dounward for to wrie,</l>
                     <l>As he that had his daies courſe ironne,</l>
                     <l>And white things woxen al dimme and donne</l>
                     <l>For lacke of light, and ſterres for to apere,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe and all her folke in went ifere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>So when it liked her to gon to reſt,</l>
                     <l>And voided weren they that voiden ought,</l>
                     <l>She ſaied, that to ſlepen well her leſte:</l>
                     <l>Her women ſone till her hedde her brought</l>
                     <l>Whan al was huſt, then lay ſhe ſtill &amp; thought</l>
                     <l>Of all this thing the maner and the wiſe,</l>
                     <l>Rehearce it needeth not, for ye been wiſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>A Nightingale vpon a Cedre grene</l>
                     <l>Vnder the chamber wall, there as ſhe laie,</l>
                     <l>Full loude ſong ayen the Mone ſhene</l>
                     <l>Paraventure in his birdes wiſe a laie,</l>
                     <l>Of love, that made her harte freſhe &amp; gaie,</l>
                     <l>That herkened ſhe ſo long in good entent,</l>
                     <l>Till at the laſt the dedde ſleepe her hent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And as ſhe ſlept, anon right tho her met,</l>
                     <l>How that an Egle fethered white as bone,</l>
                     <l>Vnder her breſt his long clawes iſet,</l>
                     <l>And out her harte he rent, and that anon,</l>
                     <l>And did his harte into her breſt to gon,</l>
                     <l>Of which ſhe nouȝt agroſe, ne nothing ſmart,</l>
                     <l>And forth he flieth, with hart left for hart.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now let her ſlepe, and we our tales holde</l>
                     <l>Of Troilus, that is to Paleis ridden,</l>
                     <l>Fro the ſcarmiſhe of which I of tolde,</l>
                     <l>And in his chamber ſate, and hath abidden,</l>
                     <l>Till two or thre of his meſſengers yeden</l>
                     <l>For Pandarus, and ſoughten him full faſt,</l>
                     <l>Til they him found, &amp; brought him at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> laſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Pandarus came leaping in at ones,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied thus, who hath been well ibete</l>
                     <l>To day with ſwerdes, and ſlong ſtones,</l>
                     <l>But Troilus, that hath caught him an hete,</l>
                     <l>And gan to yape, and ſaied, Lord ye ſwete,</l>
                     <l>
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But riſe and let vs ſoupe, and go to reſte,</l>
                     <l>And he anſwerde him, do we as thee leſte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With all the haſt goodly as they might,</l>
                     <l>They ſped hem fro the ſouper, and to bedde,</l>
                     <l>And every wight out at the doore him dight,</l>
                     <l>And whider him liſt, vpon his waie him ſped:</l>
                     <l>But Troilus thought that his harte bledde</l>
                     <l>For wo, till that he heard ſome tiding,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied frende, ſhall I now wepe or ſing.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) be ſtill and let me ſlepe,</l>
                     <l>And doe on thy hoode, thine nedes ſpedde be,</l>
                     <l>And choſe if thou wolt ſing, daunce, or lepe,</l>
                     <l>At ſhort wordes thou ſhalt trowe all by me,</l>
                     <l>Sir, my nece woll doen well by thee,</l>
                     <l>And love thee beſt, by God and by trothe,</l>
                     <l>But lacke of purſute marre it in thy ſlothe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For thus ferforth I have thy werk begon,</l>
                     <l>Fro daie to daie, till this daie by the morow,</l>
                     <l>Her love of frendſhip have I to thee won,</l>
                     <l>And therfore hath ſhe laid her faith to borow,</l>
                     <l>Algate a foote is hameled of thy ſorow:</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I lenger ſermon of it holde,</l>
                     <l>As ye have heard before, all he him tolde.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But right as flours through y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cold of night</l>
                     <l>Icloſed, ſtoupen in her ſtalkes lowe,</l>
                     <l>Redreſſen hem ayen the Sunne bright,</l>
                     <l>And ſpreden in her kinde courſe by rowe,</l>
                     <l>Right ſo gan tho his iyen vp to throwe</l>
                     <l>This Troilus, and ſaid: O Venus dere,</l>
                     <l>Thy might, thy grace, iheried be it here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And to Pandarus he held vp both his honds,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, Lorde all thine be that I have,</l>
                     <l>For I am hole, and broken been my bonds,</l>
                     <l>A thouſande Troies, who ſo that me yave</l>
                     <l>Eche after other, God ſo wis me ſave,</l>
                     <l>Ne might me ſo gladen, lo mine harte</l>
                     <l>It ſpredeth ſo for ioye it woll to ſtarte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But lord how ſhal I doen? how ſhal I liven,</l>
                     <l>When ſhall I next my dere harte ſe?</l>
                     <l>How ſhall this long time away he driven?</l>
                     <l>Till that thou be ayen at her fro me,</l>
                     <l>* Thou maieſt anſwere, abide abide: but he</l>
                     <l>That hangeth by the necke, ſothe to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>In great diſeaſe abideth for the paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>All eaſily now, for the love of Marte</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) for every thing hath time,</l>
                     <l>So long abide, till that the night departe,</l>
                     <l>For alſo ſiker as thou lieſt here by me,</l>
                     <l>And God toforne, I woll be there at prime,</l>
                     <l>And for thy werke ſomewhat, as I ſhall ſay,</l>
                     <l>Or on ſome other wight this charge lay.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For parde, God wot, I have ever yet</l>
                     <l>Ben ready thee to ſerve, and this night</l>
                     <l>Have I not fained, but emforthe my wit</l>
                     <l>Doen all thy luſt, and ſhal with al my might:</l>
                     <l>Doe now as I ſhall ſaine, and fare aright:</l>
                     <l>And if thou nilte, wite all thy ſelfe the care,</l>
                     <l>On me is nought along thine evill fare.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I wote well, that thou wiſer art than I</l>
                     <l>A thouſand fold: but if I were as thou,</l>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo, as I would vtterly</l>
                     <l>Right of mine owne hond write her now</l>
                     <l>A letter, in which I would her tellen how</l>
                     <l>I farde amiſſe, and her beſeech of routh:</l>
                     <l>Now help thy ſelf, and leave it for no ſlouth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And I my ſelfe ſhall therewith to her gone,</l>
                     <l>And when thou woſt that I am with her there</l>
                     <l>Worthe thou vpon a courſer right anone,</l>
                     <l>Ye hardely, and that right in thy beſt gere,</l>
                     <l>And ride forth by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> place, as naught ne were,</l>
                     <l>And thou ſhalt find vs (if I may) ſitting</l>
                     <l>At ſome window, into the ſtreet looking.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And if thee liſt, then mayeſt thou vs ſalve,</l>
                     <l>And vpon me make thou thy countenaunce,</l>
                     <l>But by thy life beware, and faſt eſchue</l>
                     <l>To tarien ought, God ſhild vs fro miſchaunce</l>
                     <l>Ride forth thy way, &amp; hold thy governaunce,</l>
                     <l>And we ſhall ſpeake of thee ſomewhat I trow</l>
                     <l>When thou art gone, to doe thine ears glow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Touching thy letter, thou art wiſe inough,</l>
                     <l>I wot thou nilte it deigneliche endite,</l>
                     <l>As make it with theſe arguments tough,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſcriveiniſhe or craftely thou it write,</l>
                     <l>Beblotte it with thy teares eke alite,</l>
                     <l>* And if thou write a goodly word all ſoft,</l>
                     <l>Though it be good, rehearſe it not too oft.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* For though the beſt Harpour vpon live</l>
                     <l>Would on the beſt ſouned iolly Harpe</l>
                     <l>That ever was, with all his fingers five</l>
                     <l>Touch aye o ſtrong, or aye o warble Harpe,</l>
                     <l>Were his nailes pointed never ſo ſharpe,</l>
                     <l>It ſhould make every wight to dull,</l>
                     <l>To heare his glee, and of his ſtrokes full.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ne iombre eke no diſcordaunt thing ifere,</l>
                     <l>As thus, to vſen tearmes of Phiſicke,</l>
                     <l>In loves tearmes hold of thy matere</l>
                     <l>The forme alway, and doe that it be like,</l>
                     <l>* For if a painter would paint a pike</l>
                     <l>With Aſſes feet, and headed as an Ape,</l>
                     <l>It cordeth not, ſo were it but a yape.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This counſaile liked well vnto Troilus,</l>
                     <l>But as a dredefull lover he ſaied this:</l>
                     <l>Alas my dere brother Pandarus,</l>
                     <l>I am aſhamed for to write amis,</l>
                     <l>Leaſt of mine innocence I ſaied amis,</l>
                     <l>Or that ſhe nolde it for diſpite receive,</l>
                     <l>Then were I dead, there might it nothing weive.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To that Pandare anſwerde, if thee leſt,</l>
                     <l>Do that I ſay, and let me therewith gone,</l>
                     <l>For by that Lord that formed Eaſt and Weſt,</l>
                     <l>I hope of it to bring anſwere anone</l>
                     <l>Right of her hond, &amp; if that thou nilte none,</l>
                     <l>Let be, and ſorrie mote he been his live,</l>
                     <l>Ayenſt thy luſt, that helpeth thee to thrive.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Troilus) depardieux iche aſſent,</l>
                     <l>Sith that thee liſt, I woll ariſe and write,</l>
                     <l>
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And bliſfull God pray iche with good entent</l>
                     <l>The voiage and the letter I ſhall endite,</l>
                     <l>So ſpeed it, and thou Minerva the white,</l>
                     <l>Yeve thou me witte, my letter to deviſe:</l>
                     <l>And ſet him doun, &amp; wrote right in this wiſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Firſt he gan her his right Ladie call,</l>
                     <l>His hearts life, his luſt, his ſorowes leche,</l>
                     <l>His bliſſe, and eche theſe other tearmes all,</l>
                     <l>That in ſuch caſe ye lovers all ſeche,</l>
                     <l>And in full humble wiſe, as in his ſpeche,</l>
                     <l>He gan him recommaund vnto her grace,</l>
                     <l>To tell all how, it asketh mokell ſpace.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And after this full lowly he her praied</l>
                     <l>To be nought wroth, though he of his follie</l>
                     <l>So hardie was to her to write, and ſaied</l>
                     <l>That love it made, or els muſt he die,</l>
                     <l>And pitouſly gan mercie for to crie:</l>
                     <l>And after that he ſaied, and lied full loud,</l>
                     <l>Himſelfe was little worth, and laſſe he coud.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe would have his conning excuſed,</l>
                     <l>That little was, and eke he dradde her ſo,</l>
                     <l>And his vnworthineſſe aye he accuſed:</l>
                     <l>And after that then gan he tell his wo,</l>
                     <l>But that was endleſſe withouten ho:</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, he would in trouth alway him hold,</l>
                     <l>And redde it over, and gan the letter fold.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And with his ſalt teares gan he bathe</l>
                     <l>The rubie in his ſignet, and it ſette</l>
                     <l>Vpon the wexe deliverliche and rathe,</l>
                     <l>Therewith a thouſand times, er he lette</l>
                     <l>He kiſt tho the letter that he ſhette,</l>
                     <l>And ſayd, letter a bliſfull deſtine</l>
                     <l>Thee ſhapen is, my Ladie ſhall thee ſee.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Pandare tooke the letter, and betime</l>
                     <l>A morrow to his neecis pallaice ſtert,</l>
                     <l>And faſt he ſwore, that it was paſſed prime:</l>
                     <l>And gan to yape, and ſayd iwis my hert</l>
                     <l>So freſh it is, although it ſore ſmert,</l>
                     <l>I may not ſleepe never a Mayes morrow,</l>
                     <l>I have a iollie woe, a luſtie ſorrow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide when that ſhe her Vncle heard,</l>
                     <l>With dreadfull heart, and deſirous to heare</l>
                     <l>The cauſe of his comming, thus anſweard,</l>
                     <l>Now by your faith mine vncle (qd. ſhe) deare,</l>
                     <l>What manner winds guideth you now here?</l>
                     <l>Tell vs your iolly woe, and your penaunce,</l>
                     <l>How farre forth be ye put in loves daunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>By God (qd. he) I hop alway behinde,</l>
                     <l>And to laugh, it thought her heart breſt,</l>
                     <l>* (Qd. Pandarus) Looke alway that ye finde</l>
                     <l>Game in mine hood: but herkeneth if you leſt,</l>
                     <l>There is right now come into y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> toun a geſt,</l>
                     <l>A Greeke <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ſpie, and telleth new thinges,</l>
                     <l>For which I come to tell you new tidinges.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Into the garden go we, and ye ſhall heare</l>
                     <l>All privily of this a long ſermoun:</l>
                     <l>With that they wenten arm in arm ifere,</l>
                     <l>Into the gardin fro the chamber doun.</l>
                     <l>And when he was ſo farre, that the ſoun</l>
                     <l>Of that he ſpake, no man heren might,</l>
                     <l>He ſayd her thus, and out the letter plight.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo, he that is all holly yours free,</l>
                     <l>Him recommaundeth lowly to your grace,</l>
                     <l>And ſent you this letter here by me,</l>
                     <l>Aviſeth you on it, when ye han ſpace,</l>
                     <l>And of ſome goodly anſweare you purchace,</l>
                     <l>Or helpe me God ſo, plainely for to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>He may not long liven for his paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Full dredefully tho gan ſhe ſtonde ſtill,</l>
                     <l>And tooke it not, but all her humble chere</l>
                     <l>Gan for to chaunge, and ſayd, ſcripe nor bill</l>
                     <l>For love of God, that toucheth ſuch matere</l>
                     <l>Ne bring me none: and alſo vncle dere</l>
                     <l>To mine eſtate have more regard I pray</l>
                     <l>Than to his luſt, what ſhould I more ſay.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And looketh now if this be reaſonable,</l>
                     <l>And letteth not for favour ne for ſlouth</l>
                     <l>To ſain a ſooth, now is it covenable</l>
                     <l>To mine eſtate, by God and by my trouth</l>
                     <l>To take it, or to have of him routh,</l>
                     <l>In harming of my ſelfe or in repreve:</l>
                     <l>Beare it ayen, for him that ye on leve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Pandarus gan on her for to ſtare,</l>
                     <l>And ſayd, now is this the greateſt wonder</l>
                     <l>That ever I ſaw, let be this nice fare,</l>
                     <l>To death mote I ſmiten be with thunder,</l>
                     <l>If for the Citie which that ſtondeth yonder,</l>
                     <l>Would I a letter vnto you bring or take,</l>
                     <l>To harm of you: what liſt you thus it make.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* But thus ye faren well nigh all &amp; ſome,</l>
                     <l>That he that moſt deſireth you to ſerve,</l>
                     <l>Of him ye retch leaſt where he become,</l>
                     <l>And whether that he live, or elſe ſterve:</l>
                     <l>But for all that, that ever I may deſerve,</l>
                     <l>Refuſe it not (qd. he) and hent her faſt,</l>
                     <l>And in her boſome the letter doune he thraſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſaid her, now caſt it away anon</l>
                     <l>That folk may ſeen, and gauren on vs twey,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. ſhe) I can abide till they be gon</l>
                     <l>And gan to ſmile, and ſaid him, eme I pray</l>
                     <l>Such anſwere as you liſt your ſelfe purvey:</l>
                     <l>For truely I woll no letter write:</l>
                     <l>No, then woll I (qd. he) ſo ye endite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therewith ſhe lough, and ſaid go we dine,</l>
                     <l>And he gan at himſelfe yapen faſt,</l>
                     <l>And ſayd Nece, I have ſo great a pine</l>
                     <l>For love, that everich other day I faſt,</l>
                     <l>And gan his beſt yapes forth to caſt,</l>
                     <l>And made her ſo to laugh at his follie,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe for laughter weent for to die.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And when that ſhe was comen into y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hall,</l>
                     <l>Now eme (qd. ſhe) we woll go dine anon,</l>
                     <l>And gan ſome of her women to her call,</l>
                     <l>And ſtreight into her chamber gan ſhe gone,</l>
                     <l>But of her buſineſſe this was one,</l>
                     <l>Amongs other things, out of drede,</l>
                     <l>Full prively this letter for to rede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>Aviſed word by word in every line,</l>
                     <l>* And found no lacke, ſhe thoght he coud his good,</l>
                     <l>And vp it put, and went her in to dine,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus, that in a ſtudie ſtood,</l>
                     <l>Ere he was ware, ſhe tooke him by the hood,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid ye were caught ere that ye wiſt,</l>
                     <l>I vouchſafe (qd. he) do what you liſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tho weſhen they, and ſet him doun &amp; ete,</l>
                     <l>And after noone fall ſlighly Pandarus</l>
                     <l>Gan draw him to the window nye the ſtrete,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, nece, who hath araied thus</l>
                     <l>The yonder houſe, that ſtant aforeyene vs?</l>
                     <l>Which houſe (qd. ſhe) and gan for to behold,</l>
                     <l>And knew it well, &amp; whoſe it was him told.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And fellen forth in ſpeech of things ſmale,</l>
                     <l>And ſaten in the window both twey:</l>
                     <l>When Pandarus ſaw time vnto his tale,</l>
                     <l>And ſaw well that her folke were all awey:</l>
                     <l>Now nece mine, tell on (qd. he) I prey,</l>
                     <l>How liketh you the letter that ye wot,</l>
                     <l>Can he thereon, for by my trouth I not.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therewith all roſy hewed tho woxe ſhe,</l>
                     <l>And gan to hum, and ſaid, ſo I trow,</l>
                     <l>Aquite him well for Gods love (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>My ſelfe to medes woll the letter ſow,</l>
                     <l>And held his honds vp, and ſat on know,</l>
                     <l>Now good nece, be it never ſo lite,</l>
                     <l>Yeue me the labour, it to ſow and plite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye, for I can ſo writen (qd. ſhe) tho,</l>
                     <l>And eke I not what I ſhould to him ſay:</l>
                     <l>Nay nece (qd. Pandare) ſay not ſo,</l>
                     <l>Yet at the leaſt, thonketh him I pray</l>
                     <l>Of his good will: O, doth him not to dey,</l>
                     <l>Now for the love of me my nece dere,</l>
                     <l>Refuſeth not at this time my praiere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Depardieux (qd. ſhe) God leve all be wele,</l>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo, this is the firſt letter</l>
                     <l>That ever I wrote, ye all or any dele,</l>
                     <l>And into a cloſet for to aviſe her better,</l>
                     <l>She went alone, and gan her heart vnfetter</l>
                     <l>Out of disdaines priſon, but a lite,</l>
                     <l>And ſet her doune, and gan a letter write.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of which to tell in ſhort is mine entent</l>
                     <l>Theffect, as ferre as I can vnderſtond:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>She thonked him, of all that he well ment</l>
                     <l>Towards her, but holden him in hond</l>
                     <l>She nolde not, ne make her ſeluen bond</l>
                     <l>In love, but as his ſuſter him to pleaſe,</l>
                     <l>She would aye faine to done his hart an eaſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>She ſhette it, and to Pandare into gone</l>
                     <l>There as he ſat, and looked into ſtrete,</l>
                     <l>And doune ſhe ſet her by him on a ſtone</l>
                     <l>Of iaſper, vpon a quiſſhen of gold ibete,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, as wiſely helpe me God the grete,</l>
                     <l>I never did a thing with more paine,</l>
                     <l>Than write this, to which ye me reſtraine,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And tooke it him: he thonked her, &amp; ſeide,</l>
                     <l>* God wot of thing full often lothe begonne,</l>
                     <l>Commeth end good: &amp; nece mine Creſeide.</l>
                     <l>That ye to him of hard now ben iwonne,</l>
                     <l>Ought he be glad, by God &amp; yonder ſonne:</l>
                     <l>* For why, men ſaith impreſſions light</l>
                     <l>Full lightly ben aye readie to the flight.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But ye han plaied the tiraunt all too long,</l>
                     <l>And hard was it your hart for to grave,</l>
                     <l>Now ſtint, that ye no lenger on it hong,</l>
                     <l>All woulden ye the forme of daunger ſave,</l>
                     <l>But haſteth you to done him joy have:</l>
                     <l>* For truſteth well, too long idone hardneſſe</l>
                     <l>Cauſeth diſpite full often for diſtreſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And right as they declared this matere,</l>
                     <l>Lo Troilus, right at the ſtretes end</l>
                     <l>Came riding with his tenth ſomme ifere</l>
                     <l>All ſoftely, and thiderward gan bend</l>
                     <l>There as they ſate, as was his way to wend</l>
                     <l>To paleis ward, and Pandare him aſpide,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, nece, iſee who commeth here ride.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O flie not in, he ſeeth vs I ſuppoſe,</l>
                     <l>Leaſt he may thinken that ye him eſchue.</l>
                     <l>Nay, nay (qd. ſhe) &amp; woxe as red as roſe,</l>
                     <l>With that he gan her humbly ſalue</l>
                     <l>With dredefull chere, &amp; oft his hewes mue,</l>
                     <l>And vp his looke debonairely he caſt,</l>
                     <l>And becked on Pandare, and forth by paſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>God wot if he ſat on his horſe aright,</l>
                     <l>Or goodly was beſeene that like day,</l>
                     <l>God wot where he were like a manly knight,</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I dretche, or tell of his array:</l>
                     <l>Creſeide, which that all theſe things ſey,</l>
                     <l>To tell in ſhort, her liked all ifere</l>
                     <l>His perſon, his aray, his looke, his chere,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>His goodly manner, and gentilleſſe,</l>
                     <l>So well, that never ſith that ſhe was borne,</l>
                     <l>Ne had ſhe ſuch routh of his diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>And how ſo, ſhe hath hard ben here beforne,</l>
                     <l>* To God hope I, ſhe hath now caught a thorn,</l>
                     <l>She ſhall nat pull it out this next wike,</l>
                     <l>God ſend her mo ſuch thornes on to pike.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Pandare, which that ſtood her faſt by,</l>
                     <l>* Felt iron hot, and he began to ſmite,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, nece, I pray you heartely,</l>
                     <l>Tell me that I ſhall asken you alite,</l>
                     <l>A woman that were of his death to wite</l>
                     <l>Withouten his gilt, but for her lack of routh,</l>
                     <l>Were it well done (qd. ſhe) nay by my trouth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo (qd. he) ye ſay me ſooth,</l>
                     <l>Ye feelen well your ſelfe that I nought lie,</l>
                     <l>Lo, yonde he rideth (qd. ſhe) ye ſo he dooth:</l>
                     <l>Well (qd. Pandare) as I have told you thrie,</l>
                     <l>Let be your nice ſhame, and your follie,</l>
                     <l>And ſpeake with him in eaſing of his hert,</l>
                     <l>Let nicete nat do you both ſmert.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But theron was to heauen and to done,</l>
                     <l>Conſidering all thing, it may nat be,</l>
                     <l>And why? for ſhame, &amp; it were eke too ſoone</l>
                     <l>To graunten him ſo great a liberte:</l>
                     <l>For plainly her entent, as (ſaid ſhe)</l>
                     <l>
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Was for to love him vnwiſt, if ſhe might,</l>
                     <l>And guerdon himwith nothing but with ſight.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But Pandare thought, it ſhall nat be ſo</l>
                     <l>If that I may, this nice opinion</l>
                     <l>Shall nat ben holden fully yeares two.</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I make of this a long ſermon?</l>
                     <l>He muſt aſſent on that concluſion,</l>
                     <l>As for the time, and when that it was eve,</l>
                     <l>And all was well, he roſe and tooke his leve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And on his way faſt homeward he ſpedde,</l>
                     <l>And right for ioy he felt his heart daunce,</l>
                     <l>And Troilus he found alone abedde,</l>
                     <l>That lay, as done theſe lovers in a traunce,</l>
                     <l>Betwixen hope and derke deſperaunce,</l>
                     <l>But Pandare, right at his in comming,</l>
                     <l>He ſong, as who ſaith, lo, ſomewhat I bring.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſaid, who is in his bedde ſo ſoone</l>
                     <l>Yburied thus? it am I friend (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>Who, Troilus? nay, help me ſo the moone</l>
                     <l>(Q. d. Pandarus) thou ſhalt vp riſe and ſee</l>
                     <l>A charme that was ſent right now to thee,</l>
                     <l>The which can healen thee of thine acceſſe,</l>
                     <l>If thou do forthwith all thy buſineſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye through the might of God (qd. Troilus)</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus gan him the letter take,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, parde God hath holpen vs,</l>
                     <l>Have here a light, and look on all theſe blake,</l>
                     <l>But often gan the heart glad and quake</l>
                     <l>Of Troilus, while he it gan to rede,</l>
                     <l>So as the words yave him hope or drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But finally he tooke all for the beſt</l>
                     <l>That ſhe him wrote, for ſomewhat he beheld,</l>
                     <l>On which he thought he might his heart reſt,</l>
                     <l>All covered ſhe the words vnder ſheld,</l>
                     <l>Thus to the more worthy part he held,</l>
                     <l>That what for hope, and Pandarus beheſt,</l>
                     <l>His great wo foryede he at the leſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But as we may all day our ſelven ſee,</l>
                     <l>* Through wood or cole kindleth the more fire,</l>
                     <l>Right ſo encreaſe of hope, of what it be,</l>
                     <l>Therewith full oft encreaſeth eke deſire,</l>
                     <l>Or as an oke commeth of a little ſpire,</l>
                     <l>So through this letter, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhe him ſent,</l>
                     <l>Encreaſen gan deſire of which he brent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Wherfore I ſay alway, that day and night</l>
                     <l>This Troilus gan to deſiren more</l>
                     <l>Than he did erſt through hope, and did his might</l>
                     <l>To preſen on, as by Pandarus lore,</l>
                     <l>And writen to her of his ſorowes ſore</l>
                     <l>Fro day to day, he let it nought refreide,</l>
                     <l>That by Pandare he ſomewhat wrot or ſeide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And did alſo his other obſervaunces,</l>
                     <l>That till a lover longeth in this caas,</l>
                     <l>And after as his dice turned on chaunces,</l>
                     <l>So was he either glad, or ſaid alas,</l>
                     <l>And held after his geſtes aye his paas,</l>
                     <l>And after ſuch anſwers as he had,</l>
                     <l>So were his daies ſorry either glad.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But to Pandare alway was his recours,</l>
                     <l>And pitouſly gan aye on him to plaine,</l>
                     <l>And him beſought of rede, and ſome ſocours,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus, that ſaw his wood paine,</l>
                     <l>Wext well nigh dead for routh ſooth to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>And buſily with all his heart caſt,</l>
                     <l>Some of his wo to ſleen, and that as faſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſaid, Lord and friend, and brother dere,</l>
                     <l>God wot that thy diſeaſe doth me wo,</l>
                     <l>But wolt thou ſtinten all this wofull chere,</l>
                     <l>And by my trouth, ere it be daies two,</l>
                     <l>And God toforne, yet ſhall I ſhape it ſo,</l>
                     <l>That thou ſhalt come into a certaine place,</l>
                     <l>There as thou maiſt thy ſelf praien her of grace,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And certainly I not if thou it woſt,</l>
                     <l>But they that ben expert in love, it ſay,</l>
                     <l>* It is one of theſe things forthereth moſt,</l>
                     <l>A man to have a le<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ſer for to pray,</l>
                     <l>And ſiker place, his wo for to bewray,</l>
                     <l>* For in good heart it mote ſome routh im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>preſſe</l>
                     <l>To heare and ſee the guiltleſſe in diſtreſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Peraventure thinkeſt thou, though it be ſo,</l>
                     <l>That kind would her done for to begin,</l>
                     <l>To have a manner routh vpon my wo,</l>
                     <l>Saith daunger nay, thou ſhalt me never win,</l>
                     <l>So ruleth her hearts ghoſt within,</l>
                     <l>* That though ſhe bend, yet ſhe ſtont on rote,</l>
                     <l>What in effect is this vnto my hote.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Think here ayen, when that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſturdy oke,</l>
                     <l>On which men hacketh oft for the nones,</l>
                     <l>Received hath the happy falling ſtroke,</l>
                     <l>The great ſweight doth it come all at ones,</l>
                     <l>As done theſe great rocks or theſe miln ſtones</l>
                     <l>* For ſwifter courſe cometh thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is of wight</l>
                     <l>When it diſcendeth, than done things light.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But rede that boweth doun for every blaſt</l>
                     <l>Full lightly ceſſe wind, it woll ariſe,</l>
                     <l>But ſo nill not an oke, when it is caſt,</l>
                     <l>It needeth me nought long thee forviſe,</l>
                     <l>* Men ſhall reioyſen of a great empriſe,</l>
                     <l>Atchieved well, and ſtant withouten dout,</l>
                     <l>All have men ben the lenger thereabout.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But Troilus, now tell me if thee leſt</l>
                     <l>A thing, which that I ſhall asken thee,</l>
                     <l>Which is thy brother, that thou loveſt beſt?</l>
                     <l>As in thy very hearts privite?</l>
                     <l>Iwis my brother Deiphebus tho (qd. he.)</l>
                     <l>Now (qd. Pandare) ere houres twiſe twelve,</l>
                     <l>He ſhall the eaſe, vnwiſt of it himſelve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now let me alone, and worken as I may</l>
                     <l>(Qd. he) and to Deiphebus went he tho,</l>
                     <l>Which had his lord, and great friend ben aye,</l>
                     <l>Save Troilus no man he loved ſo,</l>
                     <l>To tell in ſort withouten words mo</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) I pray you that ye be</l>
                     <l>Friend to a cauſe, which that toucheth me.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Yes parde (qd. Deiphebus) welthou woteſt</l>
                     <l>All that ever I may, and God tofore,</l>
                     <l>
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All nere it but for the man I love moſt,</l>
                     <l>My brother Troilus, but ſay wherefore</l>
                     <l>It is, for ſith the day that I was bore,</l>
                     <l>I nas, ne never mo to ben I thinke,</l>
                     <l>Ayenſt a thing that might thee forthinke.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Pandare gan him thank, &amp; to him ſeide,</l>
                     <l>Lo ſir, I have a Lady in this toun</l>
                     <l>That is my nece, and called is Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>Which ſome men would done oppreſſioun,</l>
                     <l>And wrongfully have her poſſeſſioun,</l>
                     <l>Wherefore I of your lordſhip you beſeech</l>
                     <l>To ben our friend, withouten more ſpeech.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Deiphebus him anſwerd: O, is nat this</l>
                     <l>That thou ſpeakeſt of to me thus ſtraungly,</l>
                     <l>Creſeide my friend? He ſaid him yes.</l>
                     <l>Then needeth (qd. Deiphebus) hardely</l>
                     <l>No more of this to ſpeke, for truſteth well y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I</l>
                     <l>Woll be her Champion with ſpore and yerde,</l>
                     <l>I ne raught nat though all her foes it herde.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But tel me how, for thou woſt this matere,</l>
                     <l>I might beſt availen, now lette ſee?</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) if ye my lord ſo dere</l>
                     <l>Woulden as now do this honour to me,</l>
                     <l>To praien her to morrow, lo that ſhe</l>
                     <l>Came unto you, her plaints to deviſe,</l>
                     <l>Her adverſaries would of it agriſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And if I more durſt praien as now,</l>
                     <l>And chargen you to have ſo great travaile,</l>
                     <l>To have ſome of your brethren here with you,</l>
                     <l>That mighten to her cauſe bet availe,</l>
                     <l>Then wore I well ſhe might never faile</l>
                     <l>For to ben holpen, what at your inſtaunce,</l>
                     <l>What with her other friends governaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Deiphebus, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> comen was of kind</l>
                     <l>To all honour and bounty to conſent,</l>
                     <l>Anſwerd, it ſhall be done: and I can find</l>
                     <l>Yet greater helpe to this mine entent,</l>
                     <l>What woldeſt thou ſaine, if for Heleine I ſent</l>
                     <l>To ſpeake of this, I trow it be the beſt,</l>
                     <l>For ſhe may leden Paris as her leſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of Hector, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is my Lord my brother,</l>
                     <l>It needeth nat to praien him friend to be,</l>
                     <l>For I have heard him o time and eke other</l>
                     <l>Speaken of Creſeide ſuch honour, that he</l>
                     <l>May ſaine no bet, ſuch hap to him hath ſhe,</l>
                     <l>It needeth nat his helpes more to crave,</l>
                     <l>He ſhall be ſuch, right as we woll him have.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Speake thou thy ſelfe alſo to Troilus</l>
                     <l>On my behalfe, and pray him with us dine.</l>
                     <l>Sit, all this ſhall be done (qd. Pandarus)</l>
                     <l>And tooke his leave, and never gan to fine,</l>
                     <l>But to his neces houſe as ſtreight as line</l>
                     <l>He came, and found her fro the meat ariſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſet him doun, &amp; ſpake right in this wiſe:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>He ſaid, O very God, ſo have I ronne,</l>
                     <l>Lo nece mine, ſee ye nat how I ſwete,</l>
                     <l>I not whete ye the more thanke me conne,</l>
                     <l>Be ye not ware how falſe Poliphete</l>
                     <l>Is now about eftſoones for to plete,</l>
                     <l>And bring on you advocacies new?</l>
                     <l>I, no (qd. ſhe) and chaunged all her hew.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What, is he more about me to dretche</l>
                     <l>And done me wrong, what ſhall I done, alas,</l>
                     <l>Yet of himſelfe nothing would I retche,</l>
                     <l>Nere it for Antenor and Eneas,</l>
                     <l>That ben his friends in ſuch manner caas:</l>
                     <l>But for the love of God mine uncle dere,</l>
                     <l>No force of that, let him have all ifere,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Withouten that, I have ynough for us.</l>
                     <l>Nay (qd. Pandare) it ſhall nothing be ſo,</l>
                     <l>For I have ben right now at Deiphebus,</l>
                     <l>At Hector, and mine other lords mo,</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly maked each of hem his fo,</l>
                     <l>That by my thrift he ſhall it never win,</l>
                     <l>For aught he can, when ſo that he begin.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And as they caſten what was beſt to done,</l>
                     <l>Deiphebus of his owne courteſie</l>
                     <l>Came her to pray, in his proper perſone,</l>
                     <l>To hold him on the morrow companie</l>
                     <l>At dinner, which ſhe nolde not denie,</l>
                     <l>But goodly gan to his prayer obey,</l>
                     <l>He thonked her, and went upon his wey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When this was done, this Pandare anone</l>
                     <l>To tell in ſhort forth he gan to wend</l>
                     <l>To Troilus, as ſtill as any ſtone,</l>
                     <l>And all this thing he told him word and end,</l>
                     <l>And how that he Deiphebus gan to blend,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid him, now is time of that ye conne</l>
                     <l>To bere thee well to morow, &amp; all is wonne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now ſpeke, now pray, now pitouſly complain,</l>
                     <l>Let nat for nice ſhame, for drede or ſlouth,</l>
                     <l>* Sometime a man mote tell his owne pain,</l>
                     <l>Beleeve it, and ſhe woll have on thee routh,</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhalt ben ſaved by thy faith in trouth,</l>
                     <l>But well wot I, thou now art in a drede,</l>
                     <l>And what it is, I lay that I can arede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou thinkeſt now, how ſhould I don all this,</l>
                     <l>For by my cheres moſten folke eſpie,</l>
                     <l>That for her love is that I fare amis,</l>
                     <l>Yet had I lever unwiſt for ſorrow die:</l>
                     <l>Now thinke nat ſo, for thou doſt great follie,</l>
                     <l>For I right now have founden a manere</l>
                     <l>Of ſleight, for to coveren all thy chere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou ſhalt gone overnight, &amp; that blive,</l>
                     <l>Vnto Deiphebus houſe, as thee to play,</l>
                     <l>Thy maladie away the bet to drive,</l>
                     <l>For which thou ſeemeth ſicke, ſooth to ſay,</l>
                     <l>Soone after that, in thy bed thee lay,</l>
                     <l>And ſay thou maiſt no lenger up endure,</l>
                     <l>And lie right there, and bide thine aventure.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Say that thy fever is wont thee for to take</l>
                     <l>The ſame time, and laſt till a morow,</l>
                     <l>And let ſee now how well thou canſt it make:</l>
                     <l>* For parde ſicke is he that is in ſorrow.</l>
                     <l>Go now farwell, and Venus here to borow,</l>
                     <l>I hope and thou this purpoſe hold ferme,</l>
                     <l>Thy grace ſhe ſhall fully there conferme.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>(Qd. Troilus) iwis thou all needleſſe</l>
                     <l>Counſaileſt me, that ſickeliche I me faine,</l>
                     <l>For I am ſicke in earneſt doubtleſſe,</l>
                     <l>So that well nigh I ſterve for the paine:</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) thou ſhalt the better plaine,</l>
                     <l>And haſt the leſſe need to counterfete,</l>
                     <l>* For him demeth men hot, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſeeth him ſwete.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo, hold thee at thy triſte cloſe, and I</l>
                     <l>* Shall well the deere vnto the bow drive:</l>
                     <l>Therewith he tooke his leave all ſoftly,</l>
                     <l>And Troilus to his paleis went blive,</l>
                     <l>So glad ne was he never in all his live,</l>
                     <l>And to Pandarus rede gan all aſſent,</l>
                     <l>And to Deiphebus houſe at night he went.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What nedeth it you to tellen all the chere</l>
                     <l>That Deiphebus vnto his brother made,</l>
                     <l>Or his axis, or his ſickeliche manere,</l>
                     <l>How men gone him with clothes for to lade,</l>
                     <l>When he was laid, &amp; how men would him glade:</l>
                     <l>But all for nought, he held forth aye the wiſe,</l>
                     <l>That ye han heard Pandare ere this deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But certaine is, ere Troilus him leide,</l>
                     <l>Deiphebus had praied him over night</l>
                     <l>To ben a friend, and helping to Creſeide:</l>
                     <l>God wot that he graunted anon right,</l>
                     <l>To ben her full friend with all his might:</l>
                     <l>* But ſuch a need was it to praien him thenne,</l>
                     <l>As for to bidden a wood man to renne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The morow came, &amp; nighen gan the time</l>
                     <l>Of mealtide, that the faire queene Heleine</l>
                     <l>Shope her to ben an houre after the prime</l>
                     <l>With Deiphebus, to whom ſhe nolde faine,</l>
                     <l>But as his ſuſter, homely ſooth to ſaine</l>
                     <l>She came to dinner in her plaine entent,</l>
                     <l>But God &amp; Pandare wiſt all what this ment.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Came eke Creſeide all innocent of this,</l>
                     <l>Antigone her nece, and Tarbe alſo,</l>
                     <l>But flie we now prolixitie beſt is,</l>
                     <l>For love of God, and let vs faſt go</l>
                     <l>Right to theffect, withouten tales mo,</l>
                     <l>Why all this folke aſſembled in this place,</l>
                     <l>And let vs of all her ſalvings pace.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Great honour did hem Deiphebus certaine,</l>
                     <l>And fedde hem well, with all that might like,</l>
                     <l>But evermo alas, was his refraine:</l>
                     <l>My good brother Troilus the ſike</l>
                     <l>Lithe yet, and therewithall he gan to ſike,</l>
                     <l>And after that he pained him to glade</l>
                     <l>Hem as he might, and chere good he made.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Complained eke Heleine of his ſickneſſe</l>
                     <l>So faithfully, that it pitie was to here,</l>
                     <l>And every wight gan wexen for axes</l>
                     <l>A leche anon, and ſaid in this manere</l>
                     <l>Men curen folke, this charme I wol thee lere,</l>
                     <l>But there ſate one, all liſt her nat to teche,</l>
                     <l>That thought, yet beſt could I ben his leche.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>After complaint him gonnen they to preiſe,</l>
                     <l>As folk don yet when ſome wight hath begon</l>
                     <l>To preiſe a man, and with preiſe him reiſe</l>
                     <l>A thouſand fold yet higher than the ſonne,</l>
                     <l>He is, he can, that few other Lords conne,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus of that they would afferme,</l>
                     <l>He nought forgate her praiſing to conferme.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Herd all this thing fair Creſeid well inough,</l>
                     <l>And every word gan for to notifie,</l>
                     <l>For which with ſober chere her heart lough,</l>
                     <l>For who is that ne would her glorifie,</l>
                     <l>To mowen ſuch a knight done live or die,</l>
                     <l>But all paſſe I, leaſt ye too long idwell,</l>
                     <l>But for o fine is all that ever I tell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The time came, fro dinner for to riſe,</l>
                     <l>And as hem ought, ariſen everychone,</l>
                     <l>And gane a while of this and that deviſe,</l>
                     <l>But Pandarus brake all this ſpeech anone,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid to Deiphebus, woll ye gone,</l>
                     <l>If your will be, as erſt I you preide,</l>
                     <l>To ſpeaken of the nedes of Creſeide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Heleine, which that by the hond her held,</l>
                     <l>Tooke firſt the tale, and ſaid, go we blive,</l>
                     <l>And goodly on Creſeide ſhe beheld,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, Ioves let him never thrive</l>
                     <l>That doth you harm, &amp; reve him ſone of live,</l>
                     <l>And yeve me ſorrow, but he ſhall it rue,</l>
                     <l>If that I may, and all folke be true.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tell thou thy nices caſe (qd. Deiphebus</l>
                     <l>To Pandarus) for thou canſt beſt it tell.</l>
                     <l>My Lords and my Ladies, it ſtant thus,</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I lenger (qd. he) do you dwell,</l>
                     <l>* He rong hem out a proces like a bell</l>
                     <l>Vpon her foe, that hight Poliphete,</l>
                     <l>So hainous, that men might on it ſpete.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Anſwerd of this ech worſe of hem than other,</l>
                     <l>And Poliphete they gonnen thus to warien,</l>
                     <l>And honged be ſuch one, were he my brother,</l>
                     <l>And ſo he ſhall, for it ne may nought varien,</l>
                     <l>What ſhould I lenger in this tale tarien,</l>
                     <l>Plaineliche all at ones they her highten</l>
                     <l>To ben her frend in all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ever they mighten.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Spake then Heleine, and ſaid Pandarus,</l>
                     <l>Wot aught my lord my brother of this ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter,</l>
                     <l>I meane Hector, or wote it Troilus.</l>
                     <l>He ſaid ye, but woll ye me now here,</l>
                     <l>Me thinketh thus, ſith that Troilus is here,</l>
                     <l>It were good, if that ye would aſſent,</l>
                     <l>She told him her ſelfe all this ere ſhe went.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For he wol have y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> more her grefe at hart,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe lo, that ſhe a Lady is,</l>
                     <l>And by your will, I woll but in right ſtart,</l>
                     <l>And do you wete, and that anone iwis,</l>
                     <l>If that he ſleepe, or woll aught here of this,</l>
                     <l>And in he lept, and ſaid him in his ere,</l>
                     <l>* God have thy ſoul, for brought have I thy bere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To ſmilen of this gan tho Troilus,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus without reckoning,</l>
                     <l>Out went anon to Heleine and Deiphebus,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid hem, ſo there be no tarying</l>
                     <l>Ne more preaſe, he woll well that ye bring</l>
                     <l>
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Creſeide my Lady, that is now here,</l>
                     <l>And as he may enduren, he woll her here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But well ye wote, the chamber is but lite,</l>
                     <l>And few folke may lightly make it warme,</l>
                     <l>Now looketh ye, for I woll have no wite</l>
                     <l>To bring in preaſe, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> might done him harme,</l>
                     <l>Or him diſeaſen, for my better arme:</l>
                     <l>Yet were it bette ſhe bid till oft ſoonis,</l>
                     <l>Now looke ye that knowen what to donis.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I ſay for me beſt is, as I can know,</l>
                     <l>That no wight in ne wend, but ye twey,</l>
                     <l>But it were I, for I cannot in a throw</l>
                     <l>Rehearſe her caſe, vnlike that ſhe can ſey,</l>
                     <l>And after this ſhe may him ones prey</l>
                     <l>To ben good Lord in ſhort, and take her leve,</l>
                     <l>This may not mokell of his eaſe him reve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And eke for ſhe is ſtraunge, he woll forbere</l>
                     <l>His eaſe, which that him dare nat for you,</l>
                     <l>Eke other thing that toucheth nat to her,</l>
                     <l>He woll it tell, I wote it well right now,</l>
                     <l>That ſecret is, and for the townes prow,</l>
                     <l>And they that knew nothing of his entent,</l>
                     <l>Without more, to Croilus in they went.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Heleine in all her goodly ſoft wiſe</l>
                     <l>Gan him ſalve, and womanly to play,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied iwis, ye mote algate ariſe:</l>
                     <l>Now faire brother be all hole I pray,</l>
                     <l>And gan her arme right over his ſhoulder lay,</l>
                     <l>And him with all her wit to recomfort,</l>
                     <l>As ſhe beſt could, ſhe gan him to diſport.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>So after this (qd. ſhe) we you beſeke</l>
                     <l>My dere brother Deiphebus and I,</l>
                     <l>For love of God, and ſo doeth Pandare eke,</l>
                     <l>To been good lord and friend right hartely</l>
                     <l>Vnto Creſeide, which that certainly</l>
                     <l>Received wrong, as wot well here Pandare,</l>
                     <l>That can her caſe well bet than I declare.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Pandarus gan new his tong affile,</l>
                     <l>And all her caſe rehearſe, and that anone,</l>
                     <l>When it was ſaied, ſoone after in a while,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Troilus) as ſoone as I may gone,</l>
                     <l>I wol right faint with all my might ben one,</l>
                     <l>Have God my trouth, her cauſe to ſuſtene.</l>
                     <l>Now good thrift have ye (qd. Helein y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> quene.)</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) and it your will be,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe may take her leave ere that ſhe go.</l>
                     <l>O els God forbid it tho (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>If that ſhe vouchſafe for to do ſo:</l>
                     <l>And with that word (qd. Troilus) ye two</l>
                     <l>Deiphebus, and my ſuſter lefe and dere,</l>
                     <l>To you have I to ſpeake of a matere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To been aviſed by your rede the better,</l>
                     <l>And found (as hap was) at his beds hedde</l>
                     <l>The copie of a treatiſe, and a letter</l>
                     <l>That Hector had him ſent, to asken rede</l>
                     <l>If ſuch a man was worthy to ben dede,</l>
                     <l>Wote I naught who, but in a griſly wiſe</l>
                     <l>He praied hem anone on it aviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Deiphebus gan this letter for to vnfold</l>
                     <l>In earneſt great, ſo did Heleine the queene,</l>
                     <l>And roming outward, faſt it gonne behold</l>
                     <l>Dounward a ſteire, into an herbor greene:</l>
                     <l>This ilke thing they redden hem betwene,</l>
                     <l>And largely the mountenaunce of an houre</l>
                     <l>They goone on it to reden and to poure.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now let hem rede, and tourne we anone</l>
                     <l>To Pandarus, that gan full ſoft prie,</l>
                     <l>That all was well, and out he gan to gone</l>
                     <l>Into the great chamber, and that in hie,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, God ſave all this companie:</l>
                     <l>Come nece mine, my lady Queene Heleine</l>
                     <l>Abideth you, and eke my Lords tweine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Riſe, take with you your nece Antigone,</l>
                     <l>Or whom you liſt, or no force hardely,</l>
                     <l>The laſſe preaſe the bet, come forth with me,</l>
                     <l>And looke that ye thonken humbly</l>
                     <l>Hem all three, and when ye may goodly</l>
                     <l>Your time iſee, taketh of hem your leave,</l>
                     <l>Leaſt we too long his reſtes him bireave.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>All innocent of Pandarus entent</l>
                     <l>(Qd. tho Creſeide) go we vncle dere,</l>
                     <l>And arme in arme, inward with him ſhe went,</l>
                     <l>Aviſing well her words and her chere,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus in earneſtfull manere,</l>
                     <l>Saied, all folke for Gods love I pray,</l>
                     <l>Stinteth right here, and ſoftly you play.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Aviſeth you what folke ben here within,</l>
                     <l>And in what plite one is, God him amend,</l>
                     <l>And inward thus full ſoftely begin,</l>
                     <l>Nece I coniure, and highly you defend</l>
                     <l>On his halfe, which that ſoule vs all ſend,</l>
                     <l>And in the vertue of corounes twaine</l>
                     <l>Slea nat this man, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath for you this paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Fie on the deuill, thinke which on he is,</l>
                     <l>And in what plite he lieth, come off anone,</l>
                     <l>* Think all ſuch taried tide but loſt it nis,</l>
                     <l>That woll ye both ſaine, when ye been one:</l>
                     <l>Secondly, there yet deuineth none</l>
                     <l>Vpon you two, come off now if ye conne,</l>
                     <l>* While folke is blent, lo, all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> time is wonne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* In titering and purſute, and delaies</l>
                     <l>The folke devine, at wegging of a ſtre,</l>
                     <l>And though ye would han after merry daies,</l>
                     <l>Then dare ye nat, and why? For ſhe and ſhe</l>
                     <l>Spake ſuch a word, thus looked he and he:</l>
                     <l>Leaſt time be loſt, I dare nat with you deale,</l>
                     <l>Come off therfore, and bringeth him to heale.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But now to you, ye lovers that ben here,</l>
                     <l>Was Troilus nat in a cankedort,</l>
                     <l>That lay, and might the wiſpring of hem here</l>
                     <l>And thoght O lord, right now renneth my ſort</l>
                     <l>Fully to die, or have anone comforte,</l>
                     <l>And was the firſt time he ſhould her pray</l>
                     <l>Of love, O mightie God, what ſhall he ſay.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit Liber Secundus.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="3" type="book">
               <div type="prologue">
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>O</hi> Blisfull light, of which the bemes clere</l>
                     <l>Adorneth all the third heaven faire</l>
                     <l>O ſonnes lefe, O Ioues doughter dere,</l>
                     <l>
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Pleaſaunce of love, O goodly debonaire,</l>
                     <l>In gentle hearts aye ready to repaire,</l>
                     <l>O very cauſe of heale and of gladneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Iheried be thy might and thy goodneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In heaven and hell, in earth, and ſalt ſee,</l>
                     <l>Is felt thy might, if that I well diſcerne,</l>
                     <l>As man<g ref="char:punc">▪</g> and beaſt, fiſh, herbe, &amp; grene tree,</l>
                     <l>They fele in times with vapour eterne,</l>
                     <l>God loveth, and to love woll naught werne,</l>
                     <l>* And in this world no lives creature,</l>
                     <l>Withouten love is worth, or may endure.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye Ioues firſt, to thilke affects glade</l>
                     <l>Through which that things liven all &amp; be,</l>
                     <l>Commenden, and amorous hem made</l>
                     <l>On mortall thing, and as you liſt aye ye</l>
                     <l>Yeve hem in love, eaſe, or aduerſite:</l>
                     <l>And in a thouſand formes doune hem ſent</l>
                     <l>For love in yearth, &amp; whom you liſt he hent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye fiers Mars appeaſen of his ire,</l>
                     <l>And as you liſt, ye maken hearts digne:</l>
                     <l>Algates hem that ye woll ſet a fire,</l>
                     <l>They dreden ſhame, and vices they reſigne,</l>
                     <l>Ye doen him curteis be, freſh, and benigne,</l>
                     <l>And high or low, after a wight entendeth</l>
                     <l>The ioies y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he hath, your might it ſendeth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye holden reigne and houſe in vnitie;</l>
                     <l>Ye ſoothfaſt cauſe of friendſhip ben alſo,</l>
                     <l>Ye knowen all thilke couered qualitie</l>
                     <l>Of things, which that folke wondren at ſo,</l>
                     <l>When they can nat conſtrue how it may go,</l>
                     <l>She loveth him, or why he loveth here,</l>
                     <l>* As why this fiſh, &amp; nat y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> commeth to were.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye folke a law have ſet in vniuerſe,</l>
                     <l>And this know I by hem that lovers be,</l>
                     <l>* That who ſo ſtriveth with you hath y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> werſe:</l>
                     <l>Now Ladie bright, for thy benignite,</l>
                     <l>At reuerence of hem that ſerven thee,</l>
                     <l>Whoſe clerke I am, ſo teacheth me deviſe,</l>
                     <l>Some joy of that is felt in thy ſerviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Yea, in my naked heart ſentement</l>
                     <l>In hilde, and do me ſhew of thy ſweetneſſe</l>
                     <l>Caliope, thy voice be now preſent,</l>
                     <l>For now is need, ſeeſt thou nat my diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>How I mote tell anon right the gladneſſe</l>
                     <l>Of Troilus, to Venus herying,</l>
                     <l>To the which who nede hath, God him bring.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div type="text_of_book">
                  <head>Incipit Liber Tertius.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>LAy all this meane while this Troilus</l>
                     <l>Recording his leſſon in this manere,</l>
                     <l>Mafey thought he, thus woll I ſay, &amp; thus,</l>
                     <l>Thus woll I plaine vnto my Lady dere,</l>
                     <l>That word is good, &amp; this ſhall be my chere</l>
                     <l>This nill I nat foryetten in no wiſe,</l>
                     <l>God leve him werken as he can deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And Lord ſo that his hart gan to quappe,</l>
                     <l>Hearing her come, and ſhort for to ſike,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus that ledde her by the lappe,</l>
                     <l>Came nere, and gan in at the curtein pike,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, God doe bote on all that are ſike,</l>
                     <l>See who is here you comen to viſite,</l>
                     <l>Lo, here is ſhe that is your death to wite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therewith it ſeemed as he wept almoſt,</l>
                     <l>A, a (qd. Troilus) ſo routhfully,</l>
                     <l>Whether me be wo, O mighty god thou woſt,</l>
                     <l>Who is all there, I ſee nat truely:</l>
                     <l>Sir (qd. Creſeide) it is Pandare and I,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſweet hart alas, I may nat riſe</l>
                     <l>To kneele, and do you honour in ſome wiſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And dreſſed him vpward, and ſhe right tho</l>
                     <l>Gan both her honds ſoft vpon him ley,</l>
                     <l>O for the love of God doe ye not ſo</l>
                     <l>To me (qd. ſhe) eye what is this to ſey,</l>
                     <l>Sir comen am I to you for cauſes twey,</l>
                     <l>Firſt you to thonke, and of your Lordſhip eke</l>
                     <l>Continuaunce I would you beſeke.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus that heard his Ladie pray</l>
                     <l>Of Lordſhip, him wox neither quick ne dedde,</l>
                     <l>Ne might o word for ſhame to it ſay,</l>
                     <l>Although men ſhoulden ſmiten off his hedde,</l>
                     <l>But Lord ſo he wox ſodaineliche redde:</l>
                     <l>And ſir, his leſſon that he wende conne</l>
                     <l>To praien her, is through his wit ironne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide all this aſpied well ynough,</l>
                     <l>For ſhe was wiſe, &amp; loved him never y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> laſſe,</l>
                     <l>* All nere he in all apert, or made it tough,</l>
                     <l>Or was too bold to ſing a foole a Maſſe,</l>
                     <l>But when his ſhame gan ſomwhat to paſſe</l>
                     <l>His reaſons, as I may my rimes hold,</l>
                     <l>I woll you tell, as teachen bookes old.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In chaunged voice, right for his very drede,</l>
                     <l>Which voice eke quoke, &amp; thereto his manere</l>
                     <l>Goodly abaſht, and now his hewes rede,</l>
                     <l>Now pale, vnto Creſeide his ladie dere,</l>
                     <l>With looke doun caſt, &amp; humble iyolden chere,</l>
                     <l>Lo, the alder firſt word that him aſtart,</l>
                     <l>Was twice, mercy, mercy, O my ſweet hart.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſtint a while, &amp; when he might out bring,</l>
                     <l>The next word was, God wote for I have</l>
                     <l>As faithfully as I have had konning,</l>
                     <l>Ben yours all, God ſo my ſoule do ſave,</l>
                     <l>And ſhall, till that I wofull wight be grave,</l>
                     <l>And though I dare ne can vnto you plaine,</l>
                     <l>I wis I ſuffer not the laſſe paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus much as now, ah, womanliche wife</l>
                     <l>I may out bring, and if this you diſpleaſe,</l>
                     <l>That ſhall I wreke vpon mine owne life</l>
                     <l>Right ſoone I trow, and do your hart an eaſe,</l>
                     <l>If with my death your heart may appeaſe:</l>
                     <l>But ſens y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ye han heard me ſomewhat ſey,</l>
                     <l>Now retch I never how ſoone that I dey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therewith his manly ſorrow to behold,</l>
                     <l>It might have made an hart of ſtone to rew,</l>
                     <l>* And Pandare wept as he to water would,</l>
                     <l>And poked ever his nece new and new,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, wo begon been hearts true,</l>
                     <l>
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For love of God, make of this thing an end,</l>
                     <l>Or ſlea us both at ones, ere that ye wend.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I, what (qd. ſhe) by God and by my trouth</l>
                     <l>I not nat what ye wilne that I ſey:</l>
                     <l>Eye, what (qd. he) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye have on him routh</l>
                     <l>For Gods love, and doeth him nat to dey:</l>
                     <l>Now then thus (qd. ſhe) I woll him prey,</l>
                     <l>To tell me the fine of his entent,</l>
                     <l>Yet wiſt I never well what that he ment.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What that I mean, O my ſweet hart dere</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Troilus) O goodly freſh and free,</l>
                     <l>That with the ſtreames of your eyen ſo clere</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhoulden ſometime friendly on me ſee,</l>
                     <l>And then agreen that I may ben hee</l>
                     <l>Withouten braunch of vice, on any wiſe,</l>
                     <l>In trouth alway to do you my ſerviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As to my lady right, and cheefe reſort,</l>
                     <l>With all my witte and all my diligence,</l>
                     <l>And to have right as you liſt comfort,</l>
                     <l>Vnder your yerde egall to mine offence,</l>
                     <l>As death, if that I breake your defence,</l>
                     <l>And that ye digne me ſo much honour,</l>
                     <l>Me to commaunden aught in any hour.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And I to ben your very humble, true,</l>
                     <l>Secret, and in my paines patient,</l>
                     <l>And ever to deſiren freſhly new</l>
                     <l>To ſerven, and to ben aye like diligent,</l>
                     <l>And with good heart all holly your talent</l>
                     <l>Receiven well, how ſore that me ſmart,</l>
                     <l>Lo this meane I, O mine owne ſweet hart.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) lo here an hard requeſt,</l>
                     <l>And reaſonable, a Lady for to werne:</l>
                     <l>Now nece mine, by Natall Ioves feeſt,</l>
                     <l>Were I a God, ye ſhould ſterve as yerne,</l>
                     <l>That heren wel this man wol nothing yerne,</l>
                     <l>But your honour, &amp; ſeene him almoſt ſterve,</l>
                     <l>And ben ſo loth to ſuffer him you to ſerve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With that ſhe gan her eyen on him caſt</l>
                     <l>Full eaſily, and full debonairely</l>
                     <l>Aviſing her, and hied not too faſt,</l>
                     <l>With never a word, but ſaied him ſoftely,</l>
                     <l>Mine honour ſafe, I woll well truely,</l>
                     <l>And in ſuch forme, as I can now deviſe,</l>
                     <l>Receiven him fully to my ſerviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Beſeeching him for Gods love, that he</l>
                     <l>Would in honour of trouth and gentilleſſe,</l>
                     <l>As I well meane, eke meanen well to me:</l>
                     <l>And mine honour with wit and buſineſſe</l>
                     <l>Aye kepe, and if I may doen him gladneſſe</l>
                     <l>From henceforth iwis I nill not faine:</l>
                     <l>Now beth all hole, no lenger ye ne plaine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, this warne I you (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>A kings ſonne although ye be iwis,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhall no more have ſoverainte</l>
                     <l>Of me in love, than right in that caſe is,</l>
                     <l>Ne nill forbeare, if that ye doen amis</l>
                     <l>To wrath you, and while that ye me ſerve,</l>
                     <l>Cheriſhen you, right after that ye deſerve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſhortly, dere hart and all my knight,</l>
                     <l>Beth glad, and draweth you to luſtineſſe,</l>
                     <l>And I ſhall truely, withall my full might</l>
                     <l>Your bitter tournen all to ſweetneſſe,</l>
                     <l>If I be ſhe that may doe you gladneſſe,</l>
                     <l>* For every wo ye ſhall recover a bliſſe,</l>
                     <l>And him in armes tooke, and gan him kiſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Fell Pandarus on knees, and up his eyen</l>
                     <l>To heaven threw, and held his honds hie:</l>
                     <l>Immortall God (qd. he) that maieſt not dien,</l>
                     <l>Cupide I meane, of this maieſt glorifie,</l>
                     <l>And Venus, thou maieſt maken melodie</l>
                     <l>* Withouten hond, me ſeemeth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in toune,</l>
                     <l>For this miracle iche here eche bell ſoune.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But ho, no more now of this mattere,</l>
                     <l>For why? This folke woll comen up anone,</l>
                     <l>That have the letter redde, lo I hem here,</l>
                     <l>But I conjure thee Creſeide, and one</l>
                     <l>And two, thou Troilus when thou maiſt gone</l>
                     <l>That at mine houſe ye ben at my warning,</l>
                     <l>For I full well ſhall ſhapen your comming.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And eaſeth there your harts right ynough,</l>
                     <l>And let ſee which of you ſhall beare the bell</l>
                     <l>To ſpeak of love aright, &amp; therwith he lough,</l>
                     <l>For there have I a leiſer for to tell:</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Troilus) how long ſhall I here dwell</l>
                     <l>Ere this be doen? qd. he, when thou maieſt riſe</l>
                     <l>This thing ſhall be right as you liſt deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With that Heleine and alſo Deiphebus</l>
                     <l>Tho comen upward right at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtaires end,</l>
                     <l>And Lord ſo tho gan gronen Troilus,</l>
                     <l>His brother and his ſuffer for to blend:</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) it time is that we wend,</l>
                     <l>Take nece mine your leave at hem all three,</l>
                     <l>And let hem ſpeak, &amp; commeth forth with me.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>She tooke her leave at hem full thriftely,</l>
                     <l>As ſhe well could, and they her reverence</l>
                     <l>Vnto the full didden hartely,</l>
                     <l>And wonder well ſpeaken in her abſence</l>
                     <l>Of her, in praiſing of her excellence,</l>
                     <l>Her governaunce, her wit, and her manere</l>
                     <l>Commendeden, that it joy was to here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now let her wend unto her owne place,</l>
                     <l>And tourne we unto Troilus againe,</l>
                     <l>That gan full lightly of the letter pace,</l>
                     <l>That Deiphebus had in the garden ſeine,</l>
                     <l>And of Heleine and him he would feine</l>
                     <l>Delivered ben, and ſaied, that him leſt</l>
                     <l>To ſlepe, and after tales have a reſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Heleine him kiſt, and tooke her leave blive,</l>
                     <l>Deiphebus eke, and home went every wight,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus as faſt as he may drive</l>
                     <l>To Troilus tho came, as any line right,</l>
                     <l>And on a paillet, all that glad night</l>
                     <l>By Troilus he lay, with merry chere</l>
                     <l>To tale, and well was hem they were ifere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When every wight was voided but they two,</l>
                     <l>And all the dores weren faſt iſhet,</l>
                     <l>
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To tell in ſhort, withouten words mo,</l>
                     <l>This Pandarus, without any let</l>
                     <l>Vp roſe, and on his beddes ſide him ſet,</l>
                     <l>And gan to ſpeaken in a ſober wiſe</l>
                     <l>To Troilus, as I ſhall you deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Mine alderleveſt Lord, and brother dere,</l>
                     <l>God wot, and thou, that it ſate me ſo ſore,</l>
                     <l>When I thee ſaw ſo languiſhing to here,</l>
                     <l>For love of which thy wo woxe alway more,</l>
                     <l>That I with all my might, and all my lore,</l>
                     <l>Have ever ſithen doen my buſineſſe</l>
                     <l>To bring thee to joy out of diſtreſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And have it brought to ſuch plite as thou woſt</l>
                     <l>So y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> through me thou ſtondeſt now in way</l>
                     <l>To faren well, I ſay it for no boſt,</l>
                     <l>And woſt thou why, but ſhame it is to ſay,</l>
                     <l>For thee have I begon a gamen play,</l>
                     <l>Which that I never doen ſhall eft for other,</l>
                     <l>All tho he were a thouſand fold my brother.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That is to ſay, for thee am I becomen,</l>
                     <l>Betwixen game and earneſt ſuch a meane,</l>
                     <l>As maken women unto men to comen,</l>
                     <l>All ſay I nat, thou woſt well what I meane,</l>
                     <l>For thee have I my nece, of vices cleane,</l>
                     <l>So fully made thy gentilleſſe triſt,</l>
                     <l>That all ſhall ben right as thy ſelfe liſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But God, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> all woteth, take I to witneſſe,</l>
                     <l>That never I this for covetiſe wrought,</l>
                     <l>But only for to abredge that diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>For w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> welnie thou dideſt, as me thought:</l>
                     <l>But good brother do now as thee ought,</l>
                     <l>For Gods love, and kepe her out of blame,</l>
                     <l>Sins thou art wiſe, &amp; ſave alway her name.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For well thou woſt, the name as yet of her</l>
                     <l>Emongs y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> people as (who ſaith) halowed is,</l>
                     <l>For that man is unbore I dare well ſwere,</l>
                     <l>That ever wiſt that ſhe did amis,</l>
                     <l>But wo is me, that I that cauſe all this,</l>
                     <l>May thinken that ſhe is my nece dere,</l>
                     <l>And I her eme, and traitour eke ifere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And wer it wiſt, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I through mine engine</l>
                     <l>Had in mine nece iput this fantaſie</l>
                     <l>To doen thy luſt, and holly to be thine:</l>
                     <l>Why all the world would upon it crie,</l>
                     <l>And ſay, that I the worſt trecherie</l>
                     <l>Did in this caſe, that ever was begon,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe fordone, and thou right nought iwon.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Wherfore ere I woll further gone or paas,</l>
                     <l>Yet eft I thee beſeech, and fully ſay,</l>
                     <l>That privete go with us in this caas,</l>
                     <l>That is to ſaine, that thou us never wray,</l>
                     <l>And be not wroth, though I thee oft pray,</l>
                     <l>To holden ſecre ſuch an high mattere,</l>
                     <l>For skilfull is, thou woſt well, my praiere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And thinke w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wo there hath betid ere this</l>
                     <l>For making of avauntes, as men rede,</l>
                     <l>And what miſchaunce in this world yet is</l>
                     <l>Fro day to day, right for that wicked dede,</l>
                     <l>For which theſe wiſe clerkes that ben dede</l>
                     <l>Have ever this proverbed to us young,</l>
                     <l>* That the firſt vertue is to kepe the toung.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And nere it that I wilne as now abredge</l>
                     <l>Diffuſion of ſpeech, I could almoſt</l>
                     <l>A thouſand old ſtories thee alledge</l>
                     <l>Of women loſt, through falſe and fooles boſt,</l>
                     <l>Proverbes canſt thy ſelfe inow, and woſt</l>
                     <l>Ayenſt that vice for to been a blabbe,</l>
                     <l>All ſaied men ſooth, as often as they gabbe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O tongue alas, ſo often here beforne</l>
                     <l>Haſt thou made many a lady bright of hew,</l>
                     <l>Saied welaway the day that I was borne,</l>
                     <l>And many a maidens ſorrow for to new,</l>
                     <l>* And for the more part all is untrew</l>
                     <l>That men of yelpe, &amp; it were brought to preve,</l>
                     <l>Of kind, none avauntour is to leve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Avauntour and a lier, all is one,</l>
                     <l>As thus: I poſe a woman graunt me</l>
                     <l>Her love, &amp; ſaieth that other woll ſhe none,</l>
                     <l>And I am ſworne to holden it ſecree,</l>
                     <l>And after I tell it two or three,</l>
                     <l>Iwis I am a vauntour at the leſt,</l>
                     <l>And lier eke, for I breake my beheſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now looke then if they be not to blame,</l>
                     <l>Such maner folk, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhall I clepe hem, what,</l>
                     <l>That hem avaunt of women, and by name,</l>
                     <l>That yet behight hem never this ne that,</l>
                     <l>Ne know hem no more than mine old hat,</l>
                     <l>* No wonder is, ſo God me ſend hele,</l>
                     <l>Though women dreden with us men to dele.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I ſay not this for no miſtruſt of you,</l>
                     <l>Ne for no wiſe men, but for fooles nice,</l>
                     <l>And for the harme that in the world is now,</l>
                     <l>As well for follie oft, as for mallice,</l>
                     <l>For well wote I, in wiſe folke that vice</l>
                     <l>No woman dredeth, if ſhe be well aviſed,</l>
                     <l>* For wiſe been by fooles harme chaſtiſed.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But now to purpoſe leve brother dere</l>
                     <l>Have all this thing that I have ſaied in mind,</l>
                     <l>And keep thee cloſe, &amp; be now of good chere</l>
                     <l>For all thy daies thou ſhalt me true find,</l>
                     <l>I ſhall thy proceſſe ſet in ſuch a kind,</l>
                     <l>And God toforne, that it ſhall thee ſuffiſe,</l>
                     <l>For it ſhall be right as thou wolt deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For well I wote, thou meaneſt well parde,</l>
                     <l>Therefore I dare this fully undertake,</l>
                     <l>Thou woſt eke what thy lady graunted thee,</l>
                     <l>And day is ſet the charters to make,</l>
                     <l>Have now good night, I may no lenger wake</l>
                     <l>And bid for me, ſith thou art now in bliſſe,</l>
                     <l>That God me ſend death, or ſome liſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Who might tellen halfe the joy or feſte</l>
                     <l>Which that the ſoule of Troilus tho felt,</l>
                     <l>Hearing theffect of Pandarus beheſte:</l>
                     <l>His old wo, that made his heart to ſwelt,</l>
                     <l>Gan tho for joy waſten, and to melt,</l>
                     <l>And all the richeſſe of his ſighes ſore</l>
                     <l>At ones fled, he felt of hem no more.</l>
                     <l>
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But right ſo as theſe holts &amp; theſe hayis</l>
                     <l>That han in Winter dead ben and dry,</l>
                     <l>Reveſten hem in grene, when that May is,</l>
                     <l>When every luſty liſteth to pley,</l>
                     <l>Right in that ſelfe wiſe, ſooth for to ſey,</l>
                     <l>Woxe ſuddainly his heart full of joy,</l>
                     <l>That gladder was there never man in Troy.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And gan his looke on Pandarus up caſt</l>
                     <l>Full ſoberly, and friendly on to ſee,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, friend, in Aprill the laſt,</l>
                     <l>As well thou woſt, if it remember thee,</l>
                     <l>How nigh the death for wo thou found me,</l>
                     <l>And how thou diddeſt all thy buſineſſe</l>
                     <l>To know of me the cauſe of my diſtreſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou woſt how long I it forbare to ſay</l>
                     <l>To thee, that art the man that I beſt triſt,</l>
                     <l>And perill none was it to thee to bewray,</l>
                     <l>That wiſt I well: but tell me if thee liſt,</l>
                     <l>Sith I ſo loth was that thy ſelfe it wiſt,</l>
                     <l>How durſt I mo tellen of this matere?</l>
                     <l>That quake now, &amp; no wight may us here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, by that God I thee ſwere,</l>
                     <l>That as him liſt may all the world governe,</l>
                     <l>And if I lye, Achilles with his ſpere</l>
                     <l>Mine heart cleave, all were my life eterne,</l>
                     <l>As I am mortall, if I late or yerne</l>
                     <l>Would it bewray, or durſt or ſhould conne,</l>
                     <l>For all the good that God made under ſonne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That rather die I would, and determine</l>
                     <l>As thinketh me now, ſtocked in priſon,</l>
                     <l>In wretchedneſſe, in filth, and in vermine,</l>
                     <l>Captive to cruell king Agamenmon,</l>
                     <l>And this in all the temples of this toun,</l>
                     <l>Vpon the Gods all, I woll thee ſwere</l>
                     <l>To morow day, if that thee liketh here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And that thou haſt ſo much idoen for me,</l>
                     <l>That I ne may it nevermore deſerve,</l>
                     <l>This know I well, all might I now for thee</l>
                     <l>A thouſand times on a morow ſterve,</l>
                     <l>I can no more, but that I woll thee ſerve</l>
                     <l>Right as thy ſlave, whether ſo thou wend,</l>
                     <l>For evermore, unto my lives end.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But here with all mine hart I thee beſeech,</l>
                     <l>That never in me thou deme ſuch folly</l>
                     <l>As I ſhall ſaine: me thought by thy ſpeech,</l>
                     <l>That this which thou me doſt for companie,</l>
                     <l>I ſhould wenen it were a baudrie,</l>
                     <l>* I am not wood, all if I leud be,</l>
                     <l>It is not ſo, that wote I well parde.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But he that goeth for gold, or for richeſſe,</l>
                     <l>On ſuch meſſages, call him what ye liſt,</l>
                     <l>And this that thou doſt, call it gentleneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Compaſſion, and fellowſhip, and triſt,</l>
                     <l>Depart it ſo, For wide where is wiſt</l>
                     <l>* How that there is diverſitie required</l>
                     <l>Betwixen things like, as I have lered.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And that thou know I thinke not ne wene,</l>
                     <l>That this ſervice a ſhame be or iape,</l>
                     <l>I have my faire ſiſter Polexene,</l>
                     <l>Caſſandre, Helein, or any of the frape,</l>
                     <l>Be ſhe never ſo faire, or well iſhape,</l>
                     <l>Tell me which thou wilt of everychone</l>
                     <l>To have for thine, and let me then alone.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But ſith y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou haſt done me this ſervice,</l>
                     <l>My life to ſave, and for none hope of mede:</l>
                     <l>So for the love of God, this great empriſe</l>
                     <l>Performe it out, now is the moſt nede</l>
                     <l>For high and low, withouten any drede,</l>
                     <l>I woll alway thine heſtes all kepe,</l>
                     <l>Have now good night, &amp; let us both ſlepe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus held hem ech of other well apaied,</l>
                     <l>That all the world ne might it bet amend,</l>
                     <l>And on the morrow when they were araied,</l>
                     <l>Ech to his owne needs gan to entend:</l>
                     <l>But Troilus, though as the fire he brend,</l>
                     <l>For ſharpe deſire of hope, and of pleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>He not forgate his good governaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But in himſelf, with manhood gan reſtrain</l>
                     <l>Ech rakell deed, and ech unbridled chere,</l>
                     <l>That all that liven ſooth for to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſhould have wiſt by word or by manere</l>
                     <l>What y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he ment, as touching this matere,</l>
                     <l>From every wight, as ferre as is the cloud,</l>
                     <l>He was ſo wiſe, and well diſſimulen coud.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And all the while which that I now deviſe,</l>
                     <l>This was his life, with all his full might:</l>
                     <l>By day he was in Martes high ſerviſe,</l>
                     <l>That is to ſaine, in armes as a knight,</l>
                     <l>And for the more part all the long night,</l>
                     <l>He lay and thought how that he might ſerve</l>
                     <l>His lady beſt, her thanke for to deſerve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Nill I not ſweare, although he lay ſoft,</l>
                     <l>That in his thought nas ſomwhat diſeaſed,</l>
                     <l>Ne that he tourned on his pillowes oft,</l>
                     <l>And would of that him miſſed have ben eaſed,</l>
                     <l>But in ſuch caſe men be nat alway pleaſed,</l>
                     <l>For naught I wote: no more then was he,</l>
                     <l>That can I deeme of poſſibilite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But certaine is, to purpoſe for to go,</l>
                     <l>That in this while, as written is in geſte,</l>
                     <l>He ſaw his lady ſometime, and alſo</l>
                     <l>She with him ſpake, when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe durſt &amp; leſte,</l>
                     <l>And by her both aviſe, as was the beſt,</l>
                     <l>Appointeden full warely in this need,</l>
                     <l>So as they durſt, how they would proceed.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But it was ſpoken in ſo ſhort a wiſe,</l>
                     <l>In ſuch awaite alway, and in ſuch feare,</l>
                     <l>Leaſt any wight divinen or deviſe</l>
                     <l>Would of hem two, or to it lay an eare,</l>
                     <l>That all this world ſo lefe to hem ne were,</l>
                     <l>As that Cupide would hem his grace ſend,</l>
                     <l>To maken of her ſpeech right an end.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But thilke little y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ſpake or wrought,</l>
                     <l>His wiſe ghoſt tooke aye of all ſuch hede,</l>
                     <l>It ſeemed her he wiſt what ſhe thought,</l>
                     <l>Withouten word, ſo that it was no nede</l>
                     <l>To bid him aught to doen, or aught forbede,</l>
                     <l>
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For which ſhe thought y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> love, all come it late,</l>
                     <l>Of all joy had opened her the yate.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſhortly of this proceſſe for to pace,</l>
                     <l>So well his werke and words he beſet,</l>
                     <l>That he ſo full ſtood in his ladies grace,</l>
                     <l>That twenty thouſand times ere ſhe let,</l>
                     <l>She thonked God ſhe ever with him met,</l>
                     <l>So could he him governe in ſuch ſerviſe,</l>
                     <l>That all the world ne might it bet deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For ſhe found him ſo diſcreet in all,</l>
                     <l>So ſecret, and of ſuch obeiſaunce,</l>
                     <l>That well ſhe felt he was to her a wall</l>
                     <l>Of ſteel, and ſhield of every diſpleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>That to been in his good governaunce,</l>
                     <l>So wiſe he was, ſhe was no more afered,</l>
                     <l>I meane as ferre as aught ben requered.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And Pandarus to quicke alway the fire,</l>
                     <l>Was ever ilike preſt and diligent,</l>
                     <l>To eaſe his friend was ſet all his deſire,</l>
                     <l>He ſhone aye on, he to and fro was ſent,</l>
                     <l>He letters bare, when Troilus was abſent,</l>
                     <l>That never man, as in his friendes nede,</l>
                     <l>Ne bare him bet than he, withouten drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But now peraventure ſome man waiten would</l>
                     <l>That every word, or ſond, looke, or chere</l>
                     <l>Of Troilus, that I rehearcen ſhould</l>
                     <l>In all this while, unto his lady dere,</l>
                     <l>I trow it were a long thing for to here,</l>
                     <l>Or of what wight that ſtant in ſuch disjoint</l>
                     <l>His words all, or every looke to point.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Forſooth I have not herd it done ere this,</l>
                     <l>In ſtory none, ne no man here I wene,</l>
                     <l>And though I would, I could not iwis,</l>
                     <l>For there was ſome epiſtle hem betwene,</l>
                     <l>That would (as ſaith mine autor) wel contene</l>
                     <l>Ny half this boke, of which him liſt not write,</l>
                     <l>How ſhould I then a line of it endite?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But to the great effect, then ſay I thus,</l>
                     <l>That ſtonden in concord and in quiete</l>
                     <l>This ilke two, Creſeide and Troilus,</l>
                     <l>As I have told, and in this time ſwete,</l>
                     <l>Save onely often might they not mete,</l>
                     <l>Ne leiſure have, her ſpeeches to fulfell,</l>
                     <l>That it befell right as I ſhall you tell,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That Pandarus, that ever did his might,</l>
                     <l>Right for the fine that I ſhall ſpeake of here,</l>
                     <l>As for to bringen to his houſe ſome night</l>
                     <l>His faire nece, and Troilus ifere,</l>
                     <l>Where as at leiſer all this high matere</l>
                     <l>Touching her love were at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> full up bound,</l>
                     <l>Had out of doubt a time to it found.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For he with great deliberation</l>
                     <l>Had every thing that thereto might availe</l>
                     <l>Forne caſt, and put in execution,</l>
                     <l>And nether left for coſt ne for travaile,</l>
                     <l>Come if hem liſt, hem ſhould nothing faile,</l>
                     <l>And for to ben in aught aſpied there,</l>
                     <l>That wiſt he well in impoſſible were.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Dredeleſſe it clere was in the wind</l>
                     <l>Of every pie, and every let game,</l>
                     <l>Now all is well, for all the world is blind</l>
                     <l>In this matter, both fremed and tame,</l>
                     <l>* This timber is all ready up to frame,</l>
                     <l>Vs lacketh naught, but y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we weten wouldd<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
                     </l>
                     <l>A certaine houre, in which ſhe comen ſhoul</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And Troilus, that all this purveyaunce</l>
                     <l>Knew at the full, and waited on it aye,</l>
                     <l>And hereupon eke made great ordinaunce,</l>
                     <l>And found his cauſe, &amp; therwith his arraye,</l>
                     <l>If that he were miſſed night or day,</l>
                     <l>They thought there while he was about this ſerviſe,</l>
                     <l>That he was gone to done his ſacrifice.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And muſt at ſoch a temple alone wake,</l>
                     <l>Anſwered of Apollo for to be,</l>
                     <l>And firſt to ſene the holy laurer quake:</l>
                     <l>Er that Apollo ſpake out of the tree,</l>
                     <l>To tellen him next whan Greeks ſhould flie,</l>
                     <l>And for thy let him no man, God forbede</l>
                     <l>But pray Apollo helpe in this nede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now is there litell more for to done,</l>
                     <l>But Pandare up, and ſhortly for to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>Right ſone upon the chaunging of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Mone,</l>
                     <l>Whan lightleſſe is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> world a night or twaine,</l>
                     <l>And that the welken ſhope him for to raine,</l>
                     <l>He ſtreight a morow unto his nece went,</l>
                     <l>Ye have well herde the fine of his entent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When he was comen, he gan anon to play,</l>
                     <l>As he was wont, and of himſelfe to yape,</l>
                     <l>And finally he ſwore, and gan her ſay,</l>
                     <l>By this and that, ſhe ſhould him not eſcape,</l>
                     <l>No lenger done him after her to gape:</l>
                     <l>But certainly, ſhe muſt by her leve,</l>
                     <l>Come ſoupen in his houſe with him at eve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>At which ſhe lough, &amp; gan her firſt excuſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid: it raineth: lo, how ſhould I gone,</l>
                     <l>Let be (qd. he) ne ſtonde not thus to muſe,</l>
                     <l>This mote be don, ye ſhal come there anone,</l>
                     <l>So at the laſt, hereof they fell at one:</l>
                     <l>Or els faſt he ſwore her in her eere,</l>
                     <l>He nolde never comen there ſhe were.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sone after this, ſhe to him gan rowne,</l>
                     <l>And asked him if Troilus were there,</l>
                     <l>He ſwore her nay, for he was out of towne:</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, nece, I ſuppoſe that he were there,</l>
                     <l>You durſt never thereof have the more fere,</l>
                     <l>For rather than men might him there aſpie,</l>
                     <l>Me were lever a thouſand folde to die.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Naught liſt mine auctour fully to declare,</l>
                     <l>What that ſhe thought, whan as he ſaid ſo,</l>
                     <l>That Troilus was out of towne ifare,</l>
                     <l>And if he ſaid thereof ſoth or no,</l>
                     <l>But that withouten awaite with him to go,</l>
                     <l>She graunted him, ſith he her that beſought,</l>
                     <l>And as his nece obeyed as her ought.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, yet gan ſhe him beſech,</l>
                     <l>(Although with him to gone it was no fere)</l>
                     <l>
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For to beware of gofiſſhe peoples ſpech,</l>
                     <l>That dremen things, which that never were,</l>
                     <l>And wel aviſe him whom he brought there:</l>
                     <l>And ſaid him eme, ſens I muſt on you triſt,</l>
                     <l>Loke al be wel, and do now as you liſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>He ſwore her this, by ſtockes and by ſtones,</l>
                     <l>And by the Goddes that in heven dwell,</l>
                     <l>Or els were him leaver ſoule and bones,</l>
                     <l>With Pluto king, as depe ben in Hell</l>
                     <l>As Tantalus, what ſhould I more tell:</l>
                     <l>Whan al was wel, he roſe and toke his leve,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe to ſouper came whan it was eve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With a certaine number of her own men,</l>
                     <l>And with her faire nece Antigone,</l>
                     <l>And other of her women nine or ten,</l>
                     <l>But who was glad now, who as trowe yee?</l>
                     <l>But Troilus, that ſtode and might it ſee</l>
                     <l>Throughout a litel window in a ſtewe,</l>
                     <l>Ther he beſhet, ſith midnight, was in mewe,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Vnwiſt of every wight, but of Pandare.</l>
                     <l>But to the point, now when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe was come,</l>
                     <l>With al ioy, and al her frendes in fare,</l>
                     <l>Here Eme anon in armes hath her nome,</l>
                     <l>And then to the ſouper al and ſome,</l>
                     <l>Whan as time was, full ſofte they hem ſet,</l>
                     <l>God wot there was no deinte ferre to fet.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And after ſouper gonnen they to riſe,</l>
                     <l>At eaſe well, with hart full freſh and glade,</l>
                     <l>And wel was him that coude beſt deviſe</l>
                     <l>To liken her, or that her laughen made,</l>
                     <l>He ſonge, ſhe plaide, he told a tale of Wade:</l>
                     <l>But at the laſt, as every thing hath end,</l>
                     <l>She toke her leave, and neds would thence wend.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But O fortune, executrice of wierdes,</l>
                     <l>O influences of theſe hevens hie,</l>
                     <l>Soth is, that vnder God ben our hierdes,</l>
                     <l>Though to vs beeſtes ben the cauſes wrie,</l>
                     <l>This mene I now, for ſhe gan homward hie:</l>
                     <l>But execute was all beſide her leve,</l>
                     <l>At the goddes wil, for which ſhe muſt bleve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The bente Mone with her hornes all pale,</l>
                     <l>Saturnus &amp; Iove, in Cancro ioyned were,</l>
                     <l>That ſuch a raine from heven gan availe,</l>
                     <l>That every maner woman that was there,</l>
                     <l>Had of that ſmoky raine a very feere:</l>
                     <l>At which Pandare tho lough, &amp; ſaid thenne,</l>
                     <l>Now were it time a Lady to go henne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But good nece, if I might ever pleaſe</l>
                     <l>You any thing, then pray I you (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>To don mine hart as now ſo great an eaſe,</l>
                     <l>As for to dwell here al this night with me,</l>
                     <l>For why? this is your owne houſe parde:</l>
                     <l>For by my trouth, I ſay it nat in game,</l>
                     <l>To wende as now, it were to me a ſhame.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Creſeide, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> could as much good</l>
                     <l>As halfe a world, toke hede of his praire,</l>
                     <l>And ſens it rained, and al was in a flode,</l>
                     <l>* She thouȝt, as good chepe may I dwel here</l>
                     <l>* And graunt it gladly with a frendes chere,</l>
                     <l>And have a thonk, as grutch and then abide,</l>
                     <l>For home to go it may nat well betide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I wol (qd. ſhe) mine vncle liefe and dere,</l>
                     <l>Sens that you liſt, it skill is to be ſo,</l>
                     <l>I am right glad with you to dwellen here,</l>
                     <l>I ſaid but againe that I would go,</l>
                     <l>Iwis graunt mercy nece (qd. he) tho:</l>
                     <l>Were it agame or no, ſothe to tell,</l>
                     <l>Now am I glad, ſens that you liſt to dwel.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus al is wel, but tho began aright</l>
                     <l>The new ioy, and al the feſt againe,</l>
                     <l>But Pandarus, if goodly had he might,</l>
                     <l>He would have hied her to bedde full faine,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, O Lord this is an huge raine,</l>
                     <l>This were a wether for to ſleepen in,</l>
                     <l>And that I rede vs ſoone to begin.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And nece, wote ye where I woll you lay,</l>
                     <l>For that we ſhul not liggen ferre a ſonder,</l>
                     <l>And for ye neither ſhullen, dare I ſay,</l>
                     <l>Here noiſe of raine, ne yet of thonder,</l>
                     <l>By God right in my cloſet yonder,</l>
                     <l>And I wol in that vtter houſe alone,</l>
                     <l>Ben wardain of your women everichone.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And in this middle chambre that ye ſe,</l>
                     <l>Shal your women ſlepen, wel and ſoft,</l>
                     <l>And there I ſaid, ſhal your ſelven be:</l>
                     <l>And if ye liggen wel to night, come oft,</l>
                     <l>And careth not what wether is aloft.</l>
                     <l>The wine anone, and when ſo you leſt,</l>
                     <l>Go we to ſlepe, I trowe it be the beſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>There nis no more, but hereafter ſone</l>
                     <l>They voide, dronke, &amp; travers draw anone,</l>
                     <l>Gan every wight that hath nought to done</l>
                     <l>More in the place, out of the chambre gone,</l>
                     <l>And ever more ſo ſtereliche it rone,</l>
                     <l>And blewe therwith ſo wonderliche loude,</l>
                     <l>That wel nigh no man heren other coude.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tho Pandarus her Eme, right as him ought</l>
                     <l>With women, ſuch as were her moſt about,</l>
                     <l>Ful glad vnto her beddes ſide her brought,</l>
                     <l>And toke his leave, and gan ful lowe lout,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, here at this cloſet dore without,</l>
                     <l>Right overtwhart, your women liggen all,</l>
                     <l>That whom ye liſt of hem, ye may ſone call.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo when that ſhe was in the cloſet laid,</l>
                     <l>And al her women forth by ordinaunce,</l>
                     <l>A bedde weren, there as I have ſaid,</l>
                     <l>There nas no more to ſkippen nor to praunce,</l>
                     <l>But boden go to bedde with miſchaunce,</l>
                     <l>If any wight ſtering were any where,</l>
                     <l>And let hem ſlepen, that abedde were.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* But Pandarus, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wel couth eche adele,</l>
                     <l>The old daunce, and every point therin,</l>
                     <l>When that he ſaw that all thing was wele,</l>
                     <l>He thought he wold vpon his werke begin:</l>
                     <l>And gan the ſtewe dore al ſoft vnpin,</l>
                     <l>As ſtill as a ſtone, without lenger let,</l>
                     <l>By Troilus adoun right he him ſet.</l>
                     <l>
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And ſhortly to the point right for to gone,</l>
                     <l>Of al this werke he told him worde and end,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, make thee redy right anone,</l>
                     <l>For thou ſhalt into heven bliſſe wend.</l>
                     <l>Now blisfull Venus, thou me grace ſend</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Troilus) for never yet no dede,</l>
                     <l>Had I er now, ne halfendele the drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) ne drede thee never a dele,</l>
                     <l>For it ſhal be right as thou wolt deſire,</l>
                     <l>So thriue I, this night ſhall I make it we<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e,</l>
                     <l>* Or caſten in all the gruel in the fire,</l>
                     <l>Yet bliſful Venus this night thou me enſpire</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Troilus) as wis as I the ſerve,</l>
                     <l>And ever bet and bet ſhall till I ſterve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And if I had, O Venus ful of mirth,</l>
                     <l>Aſpectes badde of Mars, or of Saturne,</l>
                     <l>Or thou combuſte, or let were in my birth,</l>
                     <l>Thy father pray, al thilke harme diſturne,</l>
                     <l>Of grace, and that I glad ayen may turne:</l>
                     <l>For love of him thou lovedſt in the ſhawe,</l>
                     <l>I mean Adon, that with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bore was ſlawe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Iove eke, for the love of faire Europe,</l>
                     <l>The which in forme of a bulle away thou fet,</l>
                     <l>Now help, O Mars, thou with thy blody cope</l>
                     <l>For love of Cipria, thou me naught ne let,</l>
                     <l>O Phebus, think when Daphne herſelven ſhet</l>
                     <l>Vnder y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> barke, and Laurer woxe for drede,</l>
                     <l>Yet for her love, O help now at this nede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Mercurie, for the love of her eke,</l>
                     <l>For which Pallas was with Aglauros wroth</l>
                     <l>Now helpe and eke Diane I the beſeke,</l>
                     <l>That this viage be nat to the loth:</l>
                     <l>O fatall ſuſtren, which or any cloth</l>
                     <l>Me ſhapen was, my deſtine me ſponne,</l>
                     <l>So helpeth to this werke that is begonne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) thou wretched mouces hert,</l>
                     <l>Art thou agaſt ſo that ſhe will the bite,</l>
                     <l>Why do on this furred cloke on thy ſherte,</l>
                     <l>And folow me, for I wol have the wite:</l>
                     <l>But bide, and let me gon before alite,</l>
                     <l>And with that he gan vndone a trappe,</l>
                     <l>And Troilus he brought in by the lappe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The ſterne winde ſo loude gan for to rout</l>
                     <l>That no wight other noiſe might here,</l>
                     <l>And they that laien at the dore without,</l>
                     <l>Ful ſikerly they ſlepten al ifere:</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus, with ful ſobre chere,</l>
                     <l>Goth to the dore anon withouten lette,</l>
                     <l>There as they lay, and ſoftly it ſhette.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And as he came ayen prively</l>
                     <l>His nece awoke, &amp; asketh, who goeth there?</l>
                     <l>My owne dere nece (qd. he) it am I,</l>
                     <l>Ne wondreth not, ne have of it no fere,</l>
                     <l>And nere he came, and ſaid her in her eere:</l>
                     <l>No worde for love of God I you beſech,</l>
                     <l>Let no wight ariſe, and here of our ſpech.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What, which way be ye comen? benedicite,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. ſhe) and how vnwiſte of hem all.</l>
                     <l>Here at this ſecrete trap dore (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Tho Creſeide) let me ſome wight call:</l>
                     <l>Eigh, God forbid that it ſhould ſo fall,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) that ye ſuch foly wrought,</l>
                     <l>They might dementhing they never erthoust.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* It is nat good a ſleping hound to wake,</l>
                     <l>Ne yeve a wight a cauſe for to devine,</l>
                     <l>Your women ſlepen al, I vndertake,</l>
                     <l>So that for hem the houſe men might mine,</l>
                     <l>And ſlepen wollen till the ſunne ſhine,</l>
                     <l>And when my tale is brought to an end,</l>
                     <l>Vnwiſt right as I came, ſo wol I wende.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now nece mine, ye ſhul well vnderſtonde,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. he) ſo as ye women demen all,</l>
                     <l>* That for to hold in love a man in honde,</l>
                     <l>And him her lefe and dere hart to call,</l>
                     <l>And maken him an howne above to call:</l>
                     <l>I mene, as love an other in this mene while,</l>
                     <l>She doth her ſelfe a ſhame, and him a gile.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now wherby that I tel you al this,</l>
                     <l>Ye wote your ſelfe, as wel as any wight,</l>
                     <l>How that your love al fully graunted is</l>
                     <l>To Troilus, the worthieſt wight</l>
                     <l>One of the world, and thereto trouth iplight,</l>
                     <l>That but it were on him alone, ye nold</l>
                     <l>Him never falſen, while ye liven ſhould.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now ſtonte it thus, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſith I fro you went</l>
                     <l>This Troilus, right platly for to ſeine</l>
                     <l>Is through a gutter by a privy went,</l>
                     <l>Into my chambre come in al this reine:</l>
                     <l>Vnwiſt of every maner wight certaine,</l>
                     <l>Save of my ſelfe, as wiſely have I joy,</l>
                     <l>And by the faith I owe to Priam of Troy.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And he is come in ſuch paine and diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>That but if he be al fully wood by this,</l>
                     <l>He ſodainly mote fal into woodneſſe,</l>
                     <l>But if God helpe: and cauſe why is this,</l>
                     <l>He ſaith him tolde is of a frende of his,</l>
                     <l>How y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye ſhould loven one, that hight Horaſt,</l>
                     <l>For ſorow of which this night ſhal be his laſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide, which that al this wonder herde</l>
                     <l>Gan ſodainly about her hart cold,</l>
                     <l>And with a ſighe ſhe ſorowfully anſwerd,</l>
                     <l>Alas, I wende who ſo ever tales told,</l>
                     <l>My dere hart woulden me nat have hold</l>
                     <l>So lightly faulſe, alas conceites wrong,</l>
                     <l>What harm they done, for now live I to long.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Horaſte alas, and falſen Troilus,</l>
                     <l>I know him not, God helpe me ſo (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>Alas, what wicked ſpirite told him thus,</l>
                     <l>Now certes eme, to morow and I him ſe,</l>
                     <l>I ſhal therof as full excuſen me,</l>
                     <l>As ever did woman, if him like,</l>
                     <l>And with that word ſhe gan ful ſore ſike.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* O God (qd. ſhe) ſo worldy ſelineſſe</l>
                     <l>Which clerkes callen falſe felicite,</l>
                     <l>Ymedled is with many bitterneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Ful anguiſhous, then is God wote (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>
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Condicion of veine proſperite,</l>
                     <l>* For either joyes comen nat ifere,</l>
                     <l>Or els no wight hath hem alway here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O brotil wele of mannes joy vnſtable,</l>
                     <l>With w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wight ſo thou be, or thou who play</l>
                     <l>Either he wote, that thou joy art mutable,</l>
                     <l>Or wote it nat, it mote ben one of tway:</l>
                     <l>Now if he wot it nat, how may he ſay,</l>
                     <l>That he hath very joy and ſilineſſe,</l>
                     <l>That is of ignorance aie in derkeneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Now if he wote that ioy is tranſitory,</l>
                     <l>As every joy of worldly thing mote flee,</l>
                     <l>Then every time he that hath in memory,</l>
                     <l>The drede of leſing, maketh him that he</l>
                     <l>May in no parfite ſikerneſſe be:</l>
                     <l>And if to leſe his joy, he ſet a mite,</l>
                     <l>Then ſemeth it, that joy is worth ful lite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Wherefore I wol define in this matere,</l>
                     <l>That truely for aught I can eſpie,</l>
                     <l>There is no very wele in this world here.</l>
                     <l>But O thou wicked ſerpent Ialouſie,</l>
                     <l>Thou misbeleved, and enuious folie,</l>
                     <l>Why haſt thou Troilus made to me vntriſt,</l>
                     <l>That never yet agilte, that I wiſt?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) thus fallen is this caas,</l>
                     <l>Why vncle mine (qd. ſhe) who told him this,</l>
                     <l>And why doth my dere herte thus, alas?</l>
                     <l>Ye wote, ye nece mine (qd. he) what it is,</l>
                     <l>I hope al ſhal be wel, that is amis,</l>
                     <l>For ye may quenche al this, if that you leſt,</l>
                     <l>And doeth right ſo, I hold it for the beſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>So ſhal I do to morow, iwis (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>And God toforne, ſo that it ſhall ſuffice:</l>
                     <l>To morow alas, that were faire (qd. he)</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Nay nay, it may nat ſtonden in this wiſe:</l>
                     <l>For nece mine, this writen clerkes wiſe,</l>
                     <l>That peril is with dretching in drawe,</l>
                     <l>Nay ſoche abodes ben nat worth an hawe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Nece, all thing hath time I dare avow,</l>
                     <l>For when a chambre a fire is or an hall,</l>
                     <l>Well more nede is, it ſodainly reſcow,</l>
                     <l>Then to diſputen and aske amongs all,</l>
                     <l>How the candle in the ſtrawe is fall:</l>
                     <l>Ah benedicite, for al among that fare,</l>
                     <l>* The harme is done, and farwel feldefare.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And nece mine, ne take it nat a grefe,</l>
                     <l>If that ye ſuffre him al night in this wo,</l>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo, ye had him never lefe,</l>
                     <l>That date I ſain, now there is but we two,</l>
                     <l>But wel I wote that ye wol nat ſo do,</l>
                     <l>Ye ben to wiſe to done ſo great folie,</l>
                     <l>To put his life al night in jeopardie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Had I him never lefe? By God I wene,</l>
                     <l>Ye had never thing ſo lefe, (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>Now by my thrifte (qd. he) that ſhall be ſene,</l>
                     <l>For ſith ye make this enſample of me,</l>
                     <l>If iche al night would him in ſorow ſe,</l>
                     <l>For al the treaſour in the tonne of Troie,</l>
                     <l>I bidde God, I never mote have joie,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now loke then, if ye that ben his love,</l>
                     <l>Should put his life al night in jeopardie,</l>
                     <l>For thing of nought, now by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God above</l>
                     <l>Nat onely this delay cometh of folie,</l>
                     <l>But of malice, if that I ſhould nat lie,</l>
                     <l>What, platly and ye ſuffre him in diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>Ye neither bounte done ne gentilneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. tho Creſeide) wol ye done a thing,</l>
                     <l>And ye therwith ſhal ſtinte al his diſeaſe,</l>
                     <l>Have here and bere to him this blew ring,</l>
                     <l>For there is nothing might him better pleſe,</l>
                     <l>Save I my ſelfe, ne more his hart apeſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſay my dere harte, that his ſorow,</l>
                     <l>Is cauſeleſſe, that ſhal he ſene to morow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* A ring (qd. he) ye haſel wodes ſhaken,</l>
                     <l>Ye nece mine, that ring muſt have a ſtone,</l>
                     <l>That might deed men a live all maken,</l>
                     <l>And ſuch a ring trowe I that yee have none:</l>
                     <l>Diſcrecion out of your heed is gone,</l>
                     <l>That fele I now (qd. he) and that is routh,</l>
                     <l>* O time iloſt, wel maiſt thou curſen ſlouth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Wote ye not wel that noble and hie corage,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſoroweth nat, ne ſtinteth eke for lite,</l>
                     <l>But if a foole were in a jalous rage,</l>
                     <l>I nolde ſetten at his ſorow a mite,</l>
                     <l>But feſſe him with a fewe wordes all white,</l>
                     <l>Another day, when that I might him find,</l>
                     <l>But this thing ſtant al in another kind.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This is ſo gentle and ſo tender of hart,</l>
                     <l>That with his death he wol his ſorows wreke</l>
                     <l>For truſt it well, how ſore that him ſmart,</l>
                     <l>He woll to you no jealous wordes ſpeke,</l>
                     <l>And for thy nece, er that his hart breke,</l>
                     <l>So ſpeke your ſelfe to him of this matere,</l>
                     <l>For with a worde ye may his hart ſtere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now have I told what peril he is in,</l>
                     <l>And his coming vnwiſt is to every wight,</l>
                     <l>Ne parde harme may there be none, ne ſin,</l>
                     <l>I wol my ſelf be with you all this night,</l>
                     <l>Ye know eke how it is your owne knight,</l>
                     <l>And that by right, ye muſt vpon him triſte,</l>
                     <l>And I al preſt to fetch him when you liſte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This accident ſo pitous was to here,</l>
                     <l>And eke ſo like a ſothe, at prime face,</l>
                     <l>And Troilus her knight, to her ſo dere,</l>
                     <l>His priue comming, and the liker place,</l>
                     <l>That though ſhe did him as then a grace,</l>
                     <l>Conſidred all things as they now ſtood,</l>
                     <l>No wonder is, ſens he did al for good.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide anſwerde, as wiſely God at reſt</l>
                     <l>My ſoule bring, as me is for him wo,</l>
                     <l>And eme iwis, faine would I don the beſt,</l>
                     <l>If that I grace had for to do ſo,</l>
                     <l>But whether that ye dwell, or for him go,</l>
                     <l>I am, till God me better minde ſend,</l>
                     <l>* At Dulcarnon, right at my wittes end.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) ye nece wol ye here,</l>
                     <l>Dulcarnon is called fleming of wretches,</l>
                     <l>
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It ſemeth herd, for wretches wol nought lere,</l>
                     <l>For very ſlouth, or other wilfull <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>etches,</l>
                     <l>This is ſaid by hem y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> be not worth two fet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ches,</l>
                     <l>But ye ben wiſe, &amp; y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ye han on hond,</l>
                     <l>Nis neither harde, ne skilfull to withſtond.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then eme (qd. ſhe) doeth here as you liſt,</l>
                     <l>But ere he come, I wol vp firſt ariſe,</l>
                     <l>And for the love of God, ſens all my triſt</l>
                     <l>Is on you two, and ye beth bothe wiſe,</l>
                     <l>So werketh now, in ſo diſcrete a wiſe,</l>
                     <l>That I honour may have, and he pleſaunce,</l>
                     <l>For I am here, al in your gouernaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That is wel ſaid (qd. he) my nece dere,</l>
                     <l>There good thrifte on that wiſe gentill hart,</l>
                     <l>But liggeth ſtill, and taketh him right here,</l>
                     <l>It nedeth nat no ferther for him ſtart,</l>
                     <l>And eche of you eaſeth other ſorowes ſmart,</l>
                     <l>For love of God, and Venus I the herie,</l>
                     <l>For ſone hope I, that we ſhall ben merie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus full ſone on knees him ſette,</l>
                     <l>Ful ſobrely, right by her beddes heed,</l>
                     <l>And in his beſte wiſe his Lady grette,</l>
                     <l>But Lord ſo ſhe woxe ſodainliche reed:</l>
                     <l>Ne though men ſhould ſmiten of her heed,</l>
                     <l>She could not o word a right out bring,</l>
                     <l>So ſodainly for his ſodaine coming.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But Pandarus, that ſo wel could fele</l>
                     <l>In every thing, to play anon began,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, nece ſe how this Lord gan knele:</l>
                     <l>Now for your trouth: ſe this gentil man,</l>
                     <l>And with that worde, he for a quiſhen ran,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied kneleth now while that thou leſt.</l>
                     <l>There as God your harts bring ſone at reſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Can I naught ſain, forſhe bad him nat riſe,</l>
                     <l>If ſorow it put out of her remembraunce,</l>
                     <l>Or els that ſhe toke it in the wiſe</l>
                     <l>Of duetie, as for his obſervaunce,</l>
                     <l>But well find I, ſhe did him this pleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe him kiſt, although ſhe ſiked ſore,</l>
                     <l>And bad him ſit adoun withouten more.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) now wol ye well begin,</l>
                     <l>Now doth him ſitte downe, good nece dere</l>
                     <l>Vpon your beddes ſide, al there within,</l>
                     <l>That ech of you the bet may other here,</l>
                     <l>And with that worde he drew him to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fiere,</l>
                     <l>And toke a light, &amp; founde his countenaunce,</l>
                     <l>As for to loke vpon an olde romaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide that was Troilus lady right,</l>
                     <l>And clere ſtode in a ground of ſikerneſſe,</l>
                     <l>All thought ſhe her ſeruaunt and her knight,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſhould none vntrouth in her geſſe:</l>
                     <l>That natheleſſe, conſidred his diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>And that love is in cauſe of ſuch folie,</l>
                     <l>Thus to him ſpake ſhe of his jalouſie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo hert mine, as would the excellence,</l>
                     <l>Of love, ayenſt the which that no man may,</l>
                     <l>Ne ought eke goodly maken reſiſtence,</l>
                     <l>And eke bicauſe I felte wel and ſay,</l>
                     <l>Your great trouth, and ſervice every day:</l>
                     <l>And y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> your hart al mine was, ſoth to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>This droue me for to rewe vpon your paine,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And your goodnes have I founden alway yet,</l>
                     <l>Of which may dere hert, and al my knight,</l>
                     <l>I thanke it you, as ferre as I have wit,</l>
                     <l>Al can I nat as much as it were right,</l>
                     <l>And I emforth my conning and my might</l>
                     <l>Have, and aie ſhal, how ſore that ye ſmert,</l>
                     <l>Ben to you trew and hole with all mine hert.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And dredeleſſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhal be founden at preue,</l>
                     <l>But hert mine, what al this is to ſain,</l>
                     <l>Shall well be told, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he nouȝt you greue</l>
                     <l>Though I to you right on your ſelf complain,</l>
                     <l>For there with meane I finally the pain,</l>
                     <l>That halte your harte &amp; mine in heauineſſe,</l>
                     <l>Fully to ſlaine, and every wrong redreſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>My good mine, not I, for why ne how</l>
                     <l>That jelouſie alas, that wicked wivere,</l>
                     <l>Thus cauſeleſſe is cropen into you:</l>
                     <l>The harme of which I would faine delivere,</l>
                     <l>Alas, that he all hole or of him ſome ſlivere,</l>
                     <l>Should have his refute in ſo digne a place,</l>
                     <l>That Iove, him ſone out of your hart race.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But O thou, O auctour of nature,</l>
                     <l>Is this an honour to thy dignite,</l>
                     <l>That folke vngilty ſuffren here iniure,</l>
                     <l>And who that gilty is, al quite goeth he:</l>
                     <l>O were it lefull for to plaine of the,</l>
                     <l>That vndeſerved ſuffereſt jalouſie,</l>
                     <l>O, that I would vpon thee plaine and crie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Eke al my wo is this, that folke now vſen</l>
                     <l>* To ſaine right thus: ye jalouſie is love,</l>
                     <l>And would a buſhel of venim al excuſen,</l>
                     <l>For that a grane of love is on it ſhove,</l>
                     <l>But that wote high Iove that ſit above,</l>
                     <l>If it be liker love, hate, or grame,</l>
                     <l>And after that it ought beare his name.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But certaine is, ſome maner jalouſie</l>
                     <l>Is excuſable, more than ſome iwis,</l>
                     <l>As whan cauſe is, and ſome ſuch fantaſie</l>
                     <l>With pite ſo well expreſſed is,</l>
                     <l>That it vnneth doeth or ſaith amis,</l>
                     <l>But goodly drinketh vp al his diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>And that excuſe I for the gentilneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſome ſo full of fury is, and deſpite,</l>
                     <l>That it ſurmounteth his repreſſion,</l>
                     <l>But hart mine, ye be not in that plite,</l>
                     <l>That thonke I God, for which your paſſion,</l>
                     <l>I will nat call it but illuſion</l>
                     <l>Of haboundance of love, and beſte cure,</l>
                     <l>That doth your hart this diſeaſe endure.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of which I am ſory, but not wrothe,</l>
                     <l>But for my deuoir and your harts reſt,</l>
                     <l>When ſo you liſt, by ordal or by othe,</l>
                     <l>By ſorte, or in what wiſe ſo you leſt,</l>
                     <l>For love of God, ſet preue it for the beſt,</l>
                     <l>And if that I be gilty, do me die,</l>
                     <l>Alas, what might I more done or ſeie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>With that a few bright teeres new,</l>
                     <l>Out of her eien fel, and thus ſhe ſeid,</l>
                     <l>Now God thou woſt, in thought ne dede un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trew,</l>
                     <l>To Troilus was never yet Creſeid,</l>
                     <l>With that her heed doun in the bed ſhe leid,</l>
                     <l>And with the ſhete it wrigh, and ſighed ſore,</l>
                     <l>And held her pece, nat a word ſpake ſhe more.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But now help God, to quench al this ſorow,</l>
                     <l>So hope I that he ſhall, for he beſt may,</l>
                     <l>* For I have ſene of a ful miſty morow,</l>
                     <l>Folowen ful oft a mery ſomers day,</l>
                     <l>And after winter foloweth grene May,</l>
                     <l>Men ſene all day, and reden eke in ſtories,</l>
                     <l>That after ſharpe ſhoures ben victories.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus, when he her wordes herde,</l>
                     <l>Have ye no care, him liſt nat to ſlepe,</l>
                     <l>For it thought him no ſtrokes of a yerde</l>
                     <l>To here or ſee Creſeide his lady wepe,</l>
                     <l>But well he felt about his harte crepe,</l>
                     <l>For every teare which that Creſeide aſtert,</l>
                     <l>The crampe of death, to ſtraine him by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> hert,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And in his minde he gan the time accurſe</l>
                     <l>That he came there, &amp; that he was borne,</l>
                     <l>For now is wicke tourned into worſe,</l>
                     <l>And all that labour he hath doen beforne,</l>
                     <l>He wendeit loſt, he thought he nas but lorne,</l>
                     <l>O Pandarus thought he, alas thy wile,</l>
                     <l>Serveth of nought, ſo welaway the while.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And therwithall he hing adoun his hedde,</l>
                     <l>And fell on knees, and ſorowfully he ſight,</l>
                     <l>What might he ſain? he felt he nas but dedde,</l>
                     <l>For wroth was ſhe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhould his ſorows light:</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, when that he ſpeaken might,</l>
                     <l>Then ſaid he thus, God wote y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> of this game,</l>
                     <l>When all is wiſt, then am I not to blame.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therwith the ſorow of his hart ſhet,</l>
                     <l>That from his iyen fell there nat a tere,</l>
                     <l>And every ſpirite his vigour in knet,</l>
                     <l>So they aſtonied or oppreſſed were:</l>
                     <l>The feling of ſorow, or of his fere,</l>
                     <l>Or of aught els, fledde were out of toune,</l>
                     <l>A doune he fell all ſodainly in ſwoune.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This was no little ſorow for to ſe,</l>
                     <l>But all was huſht, and Pandare up as faſt,</l>
                     <l>O nece peace, or we be loſt (qd. he)</l>
                     <l>Bethe nat agaſt, but certain at laſt,</l>
                     <l>For this or that, he into bedde him caſt,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, O thefe, is this a mans herte?</l>
                     <l>And off he rent all to his bare ſherte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſaied nece, but and ye helpe us now,</l>
                     <l>Alas your owne Troilus is forlorne.</l>
                     <l>Iwis ſo would I, and I wiſt how</l>
                     <l>Full fain (qd. ſhe) alas that I was borne.</l>
                     <l>* Ye nece, woll ye pullen out the thorne</l>
                     <l>That ſticketh in his hart (qd. Pandare)</l>
                     <l>Say all foryeve, and ſtint is all this fare.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye that to me (qd. ſhe) full lever were</l>
                     <l>Than all the good the Sunne about goeth,</l>
                     <l>And therwithall ſhe ſwore him in his eare,</l>
                     <l>Iwis my dere hart I am not wrothe,</l>
                     <l>Have here my trouth, &amp; many other othe,</l>
                     <l>Now ſpeake to me, for it am I Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>But all for naught, yet might he nat abreide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therwith his poulce, &amp; paums of his hondes</l>
                     <l>They gan to frote, &amp; wete his temples twain,</l>
                     <l>And to deliver him fro bitter bondes,</l>
                     <l>She oft him kiſt, and ſhortly for to ſain,</l>
                     <l>Him to rewaken ſhe did all her pain,</l>
                     <l>And at the laſt he gan his breath to drawe,</l>
                     <l>And of his ſwough ſone after that adawe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And gan bet minde, &amp; reaſon to him take,</l>
                     <l>But wonder ſore he was abaſhed iwis,</l>
                     <l>And with a ſigh when he gan bet awake</l>
                     <l>He ſaid, O mercy God, what thing is this?</l>
                     <l>Why do ye with your ſelven thus amis?</l>
                     <l>(Qd. tho Creſeide) is this a mans game,</l>
                     <l>What Troilus, woll ye do thus for ſhame?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And therwithal her arm over him ſhe laied,</l>
                     <l>And all foryave, and oftime him keſt,</l>
                     <l>He thonked her, and to her ſpake and ſaied</l>
                     <l>As fill to purpoſe, for his hartes reſt,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe to that anſwerde him as her leſt,</l>
                     <l>And with her goodly wordes him diſport</l>
                     <l>She gan, and oft his ſorowes to comfort.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) for ought I can aſpies,</l>
                     <l>This light nor I ne ſe<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ven here of naught,</l>
                     <l>Light is nat good for ſike folkes iyes,</l>
                     <l>But for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> love of God, ſens ye been brought</l>
                     <l>In this good plite, let now none hevy thought</l>
                     <l>Been hanged in the hartes of you twey,</l>
                     <l>And bare the candle to the chimney.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Soone after this, though it no nede were,</l>
                     <l>When ſhe ſoche othes as her liſt deviſe</l>
                     <l>Had of hem take, her thought tho no fere,</l>
                     <l>Ne cauſe eke none, to bid him thens riſe:</l>
                     <l>Yet leſſe thing than othes may ſuffice,</l>
                     <l>* In many a caſe, for every wight I geſſe,</l>
                     <l>That loveth well, meaneth but gentilneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But in effect ſhe would wete anon,</l>
                     <l>Of what man, and eke where, and alſo why</l>
                     <l>He jalous was, ſens there was cauſe non:</l>
                     <l>And eke the ſigne that he toke it by,</l>
                     <l>She bade him that to tell her buſily,</l>
                     <l>Or els certain ſhe bare him on honde,</l>
                     <l>That this was doen of malice her to fonde.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Withouten more, ſhortly for to ſain</l>
                     <l>He muſt obey unto his ladies heſt,</l>
                     <l>And for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> laſſe harme he muſt ſomwhat fain,</l>
                     <l>He ſaied her, whan ſhe was at ſoche a feſt,</l>
                     <l>She might on him have loked at the leſt,</l>
                     <l>Not I nat what, all dere inough a riſhe,</l>
                     <l>As he that nedes muſt a cauſe out fiſh.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſhe anſwerde, ſwete, all were it ſo</l>
                     <l>What harme was y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>, ſens I non evill meane,</l>
                     <l>For by that God that bought us both two,</l>
                     <l>In all maner thing is mine entent cleane:</l>
                     <l>Soch arguments ne be nat worth a beane,</l>
                     <l>
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Woll ye the childiſh ialous counterfete,</l>
                     <l>Now were it worthy that ye were ibete.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tho Troilus gan ſorowfully to ſike</l>
                     <l>Leſt ſhe be wroth, him thouȝt his hart deide,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, alas, upon my ſorowes ſike,</l>
                     <l>Have mercy, O ſwete hart mine Creſeide:</l>
                     <l>And if that in tho wordes that I ſeide,</l>
                     <l>Be any wrong, I woll no more treſpace,</l>
                     <l>Doeth what you liſt, I am all in your grace.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſhe anſwerde, of gilt miſericorde</l>
                     <l>That is to ſaine, that I foryeve all this,</l>
                     <l>And evermore on this night you recorde,</l>
                     <l>And bethe well ware ye do no more amis:</l>
                     <l>Nay dere harte mine no more (qd. he) iwis,</l>
                     <l>And now (qd. ſhe) that I have you do ſmart,</l>
                     <l>Foryeve it to me, mine owne ſwete hart.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus with bliſſe of that ſurpriſed,</l>
                     <l>Put all in Goddes hand, as he that ment</l>
                     <l>Nothing but well, and ſodainly aviſed</l>
                     <l>He her in his armes faſt to him hent:</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus, with a full good entent,</l>
                     <l>Laied him to ſlepe, and ſaied, if ye be wiſe,</l>
                     <l>Sweveneth not now, leſt more folke ariſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What might or may the ſely Larke ſay,</l>
                     <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the ſparhauke hath him in his fote,</l>
                     <l>I can no more, but of theſe ilke tway,</l>
                     <l>(To whom this tale ſugre be or ſote)</l>
                     <l>Though I tary a yeere, ſometime I mote,</l>
                     <l>After mine aucthour tellen her gladneſſe,</l>
                     <l>As well as I have tolde her hevineſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide, which that felt her thus itake,</l>
                     <l>(As writen clerkes in her bokes old)</l>
                     <l>Right as an aſpen lefe ſhe gan to quake,</l>
                     <l>Whan ſhe him felt her in his armes fold:</l>
                     <l>But Troilus all hole of cares cold,</l>
                     <l>Gan thanken tho y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> blisfull Goddes ſeven,</l>
                     <l>Through ſondry pains to bring folk to heven.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus in armes gan her ſtraine,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied ſwete, as ever mote I gone,</l>
                     <l>Now be ye caught, here is but we twaine,</l>
                     <l>Now yeldeth you, for other boote is none:</l>
                     <l>To that Creſeide anſwerde thus anone,</l>
                     <l>Ne had I er now, my ſwete harte dere,</l>
                     <l>Been yolde iwis, I were now not here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* O ſoth is ſaied, that healed for to be</l>
                     <l>As of a fever, or other great ſickneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Men muſt drinken, as we often ſe,</l>
                     <l>Full bitter drinke: &amp; for to have gladneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Men drinken oft pain, and great diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>I meane it here by, as for this aventure,</l>
                     <l>That through a pain hath founden al his cure.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* And now ſwetneſſe ſemeth far more ſwete,</l>
                     <l>That bitterneſſe aſſaied was biforne,</l>
                     <l>For out of wo in bliſſe now they flete,</l>
                     <l>Non ſoch they felten ſeus they were borne:</l>
                     <l>Now is this bet, than bothe two be lorne,</l>
                     <l>For love of God, take every woman hede,</l>
                     <l>To werken thus, if it come to the nede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide all quite from every drede &amp; tene,</l>
                     <l>As ſhe that juſt cauſe had him to triſt,</l>
                     <l>Made him ſoche feaſt, it joy was to ſene,</l>
                     <l>When ſhe his trouth and cleane entent wiſt:</l>
                     <l>And as about a tree with many a twiſt,</l>
                     <l>Bitrent and writhe the ſwete Wodbinde,</l>
                     <l>Can eche of hem in armes other winde.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And as the newe abaſhed Nightingale,</l>
                     <l>That ſtinteth firſt, whan ſhe beginneth ſing,</l>
                     <l>When that ſhe heareth any heerdes tale,</l>
                     <l>Or in the hedges any wight ſtearing,</l>
                     <l>And after ſiker doeth her voice out ring:</l>
                     <l>Right ſo Creſeide, whan that her drede ſtent,</l>
                     <l>Opened her hart, and told him her entent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And right as he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſeeth his death iſhapen,</l>
                     <l>And dien mote, in aught that he may geſſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſodainly reſcous doeth hem eſcapen,</l>
                     <l>And from his death is brought in ſikerneſſe:</l>
                     <l>For all this world, in ſoche preſent gladneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Was Troilus, and hath his lady ſwete:</l>
                     <l>With worſe hap God let us never mete.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Her armes ſmal, her ſtreight backe &amp; ſoft,</l>
                     <l>Her ſides long, fleſhy, ſmooth, and white,</l>
                     <l>He gan to ſtroke, and good thrift bad full oft,</l>
                     <l>Her ſnowiſſe throte, her breſts round &amp; lite:</l>
                     <l>Thus in this heaven he gan him to delite,</l>
                     <l>And therwithall a thouſand times her kiſt,</l>
                     <l>That what to doen for ioy unneth he wiſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then ſaied he thus, O Love, O Charite,</l>
                     <l>Thy mother eke, Citheria the ſwete,</l>
                     <l>That after thy ſelfe, next heried be ſhe</l>
                     <l>Venus I meane, the well willy planete:</l>
                     <l>And next that, Imeneus I thee grete,</l>
                     <l>For never man was to you Goddes hold,</l>
                     <l>As I, which ye have brought fro cares cold.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Benigne Love, thou holy bond of thingen,</l>
                     <l>Who ſo woll grace, and liſt thee honouren,</l>
                     <l>Lo, his deſire woll fly withouten wingen,</l>
                     <l>For noldeſt thou of bounte hem ſocouren</l>
                     <l>That ſerven beſt, and moſt alway labouren,</l>
                     <l>Yet were all loſt, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> dare I well ſain certes,</l>
                     <l>But if thy grace paſſed our deſertes.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And for thou me, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> leſt thonke coud deſerve</l>
                     <l>Of them that nombred been unto thy grace,</l>
                     <l>Haſt holpen, there I likely was to ſterve,</l>
                     <l>And me beſtowed in ſo high a place,</l>
                     <l>That thilke bounds may no bliſſe ſurpace,</l>
                     <l>I can no more, but la<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>de and reverence</l>
                     <l>Be to thy bounte and thine excellence.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And therwithall Creſeide anon he kiſt,</l>
                     <l>Of which certain ſhe felt no diſeaſe,</l>
                     <l>And thus ſaied he, now would God I wiſt,</l>
                     <l>Mine hart ſwete, how I you beſt might pleaſe:</l>
                     <l>What man (qd. he) was ever thus at eaſe,</l>
                     <l>As I? On which the faireſt, and the beſt</l>
                     <l>That ever I ſey, deineth her to reſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Here may men ſeen y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mercy paſſeth right,</l>
                     <l>The experience of that is felt in me,</l>
                     <l>
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That am unworthy to ſo ſwete a wight,</l>
                     <l>But harte mine, of your benignite</l>
                     <l>So thinke, that though I unworthy be,</l>
                     <l>Yet mote I nede amenden in ſome wiſe,</l>
                     <l>Right through the vertue of your hie ſervice.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And for the love of God my lady dere,</l>
                     <l>Sith he hath wrouȝt me for I ſhal you ſerve,</l>
                     <l>As thus I meane: woll ye be my fere,</l>
                     <l>To doe me live, if that you liſt or ſterve:</l>
                     <l>So teacheth me, how that I may deſerve:</l>
                     <l>Your thonk, ſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I through mine ignoraunce,</l>
                     <l>Ne doe nothing that you be diſpleaſaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For certes freſhe and womanliche wife,</l>
                     <l>This dare I ſay, that trouth and diligence,</l>
                     <l>That ſhall ye finden in me all my life,</l>
                     <l>Ne I woll not certain breaken your defence,</l>
                     <l>And if I doe, preſent or in abſence,</l>
                     <l>For love of God, let ſlea me with the dede,</l>
                     <l>If that it like unto your womanhede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Iwis (qd. ſhe) mine owne hartes luſt,</l>
                     <l>My ground of eaſe, and al mine harte dere,</l>
                     <l>Graunt mercy, for on that is all my truſt:</l>
                     <l>But let us fall away fro this matere,</l>
                     <l>For it ſuffiſeth, this that ſaid is here,</l>
                     <l>And at o worde, without repentaunce,</l>
                     <l>Welcome my kniȝt, my peace, my ſuffiſaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of her delite or ioies, one of the leaſt,</l>
                     <l>Were impoſſible to my wit to ſay,</l>
                     <l>But judgeth ye that have been at the feaſt,</l>
                     <l>Of ſoche gladneſſe, if that him liſt play:</l>
                     <l>I can no more, but thus theſe ilke tway,</l>
                     <l>That night, betwixen drede and ſikerneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Felten in love the great worthineſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O blisfull night, of hem ſo long iſought</l>
                     <l>How blithe unto hem bothe two thou were?</l>
                     <l>Why ne had I ſoch feaſt with my ſoule ibouȝt?</l>
                     <l>Ye, or but the leaſt joy that was there,</l>
                     <l>Away thou foule daunger and thou fere,</l>
                     <l>And let him in this heaven bliſſe dwell,</l>
                     <l>That is ſo high, that all ne can I tell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But ſothe is, though I can not tellen all,</l>
                     <l>As can mine aucthour of his excellence,</l>
                     <l>Yet have I ſaied, and God toforne ſhall,</l>
                     <l>In every thing all holly his ſentence:</l>
                     <l>And if that I, at loves reverence,</l>
                     <l>Have any worde in eched for the beſt,</l>
                     <l>Doeth therwithall right as your ſelven leſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For my words here, and every part,</l>
                     <l>I ſpeake hem all under correction,</l>
                     <l>Of you that feling have in loves art,</l>
                     <l>And put it all in your diſcrecion,</l>
                     <l>To encreaſe or make diminicion</l>
                     <l>Of my language, and that I you beſeech,</l>
                     <l>But now to purpoſe of my rather ſpeech.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Theſe ilke two that been in armes laft,</l>
                     <l>So lothe to hem a ſonder gon it were,</l>
                     <l>That eche from other wenden been biraft,</l>
                     <l>Or els lo, this was her moſt fere,</l>
                     <l>That all this thing but nice dreames were,</l>
                     <l>For which ful oft ech of hem ſaid, O ſwete,</l>
                     <l>Clippe I you thus, or els doe I it mete.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And Lord ſo he gan goodly on her ſe,</l>
                     <l>That never his loke ne blent from her face,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, O my dere harte may it be</l>
                     <l>That it be ſoth, that ye beene in this place:</l>
                     <l>Ye harte mine, God thanke I of his grace,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. tho Creſeide) &amp; therwithall him kiſt,</l>
                     <l>That where her ſpirite was, for joy ſhe niſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus full often her iyen two</l>
                     <l>Gan for to kiſſe, and ſaied: O iyen clere,</l>
                     <l>It weren ye that wrought me ſoche wo,</l>
                     <l>Ye humble nettes of my lady dere:</l>
                     <l>* Tho there be mercy written in your chere,</l>
                     <l>God wote the text full harde is for to find,</l>
                     <l>How coud ye, withouten bonde me bind?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therwith he gan her faſt in armes take,</l>
                     <l>And well an hundred times gan he ſike,</l>
                     <l>Not ſuch ſorrowfull ſighes as men make</l>
                     <l>For wo, or els when that folke be ſike:</l>
                     <l>But eaſie ſighes, ſoche as been to like,</l>
                     <l>That ſhewed his affection within,</l>
                     <l>Of ſoche maner ſighes could he not blin.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sone after this, they ſpake of ſondry things</l>
                     <l>As fill to purpoſe of this aventure,</l>
                     <l>And plaiyng enterchaungeden her rings,</l>
                     <l>Of which I can not tellen no ſcripture,</l>
                     <l>But well I wot, a broche of gold and azure,</l>
                     <l>In which a Rubbie ſet was like an herte,</l>
                     <l>Creſeide him yave, &amp; ſtacke it on his ſherte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lord trowe ye that a coveitous wretch,</l>
                     <l>That blameth love, and halte of it diſpite,</l>
                     <l>Of tho pens that he can muckre and ketch</l>
                     <l>Ever yet yave to him ſoche delite,</l>
                     <l>As in love, in o poinct in ſome plite:</l>
                     <l>Nay doubteleſſe, for al ſo God me ſave</l>
                     <l>* So parfite joy may no nigard have.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>They woll ſay yes, but Lord ſo they lie,</l>
                     <l>Tho buſie wretches full of wo and drede,</l>
                     <l>That callen love a woodneſſe of follie,</l>
                     <l>But it ſhall fall hem, as I ſhall you rede:</l>
                     <l>They ſhal forgon y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> white and eke the rede,</l>
                     <l>And live in wo ther god yeve hem miſchaunce,</l>
                     <l>And every lover in his trouth avaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As would God tho wretches, that diſpiſe</l>
                     <l>Service of love, had eares alſo long</l>
                     <l>As had Mida, full of covetiſe,</l>
                     <l>And thereto dronken had as hotte and ſtrong</l>
                     <l>As Creſus did, for his affectes wrong</l>
                     <l>To teachen hem, that they been in the vice,</l>
                     <l>And lovers not, although they hold hem nice.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Theſe ilke two, of whom that I you ſay,</l>
                     <l>Whan that her hartes well aſſured were,</l>
                     <l>Tho gonnen they to ſpeake and to play,</l>
                     <l>And eke rehearcen how, when, and where</l>
                     <l>They knew firſt, and every wo or fere</l>
                     <l>That paſſed was, but all ſuch heavineſſe.</l>
                     <l>I thonke it God, was tourned to gladneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>And evermore, when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hem fell to ſpeake,</l>
                     <l>Of any thing of ſoche a time agone,</l>
                     <l>With kiſſing all that tale ſhould breake,</l>
                     <l>And fallen into a new ioy anone,</l>
                     <l>And didden all her might, ſens they were one</l>
                     <l>For to recoveren bliſſe, and been at eaſe,</l>
                     <l>And paiſed wo with ioyes counterpaiſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Reaſon woll not that I ſpeake of ſlepe,</l>
                     <l>For it accordeth not to my mattere,</l>
                     <l>God wote they toke of it full little kepe,</l>
                     <l>But leſt this night that was to hem ſo dere</l>
                     <l>Ne ſhould in vaine eſcape in no manere,</l>
                     <l>It was biſet in ioy and buſineſſe,</l>
                     <l>Of al that ſouneth vnto gentilneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But when the cock, commune Aſtrologer,</l>
                     <l>Gan on his breſt to heate, and after crowe,</l>
                     <l>And Lucifer, the daies meſſanger,</l>
                     <l>Gan to riſe, and out her beames throwe,</l>
                     <l>And Eſtward roſe, to him that could it know,</l>
                     <l>Fortuna maior, that anone Creſeide</l>
                     <l>With harte ſore, to Troilus thus ſeide:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Mine harts life, my truſt, all my pleaſaunce</l>
                     <l>That I was borne alas, that me is wo,</l>
                     <l>That day of vs mote make diſceveraunce,</l>
                     <l>For time it is to riſe, and hence go,</l>
                     <l>Or els I am loſt for ever mo:</l>
                     <l>O night alas, why nilt thou over vs hove,</l>
                     <l>As long as when Alcmena lay by Iove.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O blacke night, as folke in boke rede,</l>
                     <l>That ſhapen art by God, this world to hide</l>
                     <l>At certain times, with thy derke wede,</l>
                     <l>That vnder that men might in reſt abide,</l>
                     <l>Wel oughten beaſts to plain, &amp; folk to chide</l>
                     <l>That there as day with labor would vs breſt</l>
                     <l>That thou thus flieſt, and deineſt vs not reſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou doeſt alas, to ſhortly thine office,</l>
                     <l>Tho rakle night, there God maker of kinde,</l>
                     <l>Thee for thine haſt, and thine vnkind vice,</l>
                     <l>So faſt a<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e to our hemiſperie binde,</l>
                     <l>That nevermore vnder y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ground thou wind,</l>
                     <l>For now for thou ſo higheſt out of Troie,</l>
                     <l>Have I forgone thus haſtely my ioie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus, that with tho wordes felt</l>
                     <l>As thought him tho, for pitous diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>The bloodie teares from his harte melt,</l>
                     <l>As he that yet never ſoche hevineſſe,</l>
                     <l>Aſſaied had, out of ſo great gladneſſe:</l>
                     <l>Gan therewithall Creſeide his lady dere,</l>
                     <l>In armes ſtrain, and hold in lovely manere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O cruell day, accuſer of the ioy</l>
                     <l>That night and love have ſtole, &amp; faſt iwrien,</l>
                     <l>Accurſed be thy comming into Troie,</l>
                     <l>For every bowre hath one of thy bright iyen:</l>
                     <l>Envious day, what liſt thee ſo to ſpien,</l>
                     <l>What haſt thou loſt, why ſeekeſt thou this place?</l>
                     <l>There God thy light ſo quench for his grace.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Alas, what have theſe lovers thee agilt?</l>
                     <l>Diſpitous day, thine be the paine of hell,</l>
                     <l>For many a lover haſt thou ſlain, and wilt,</l>
                     <l>Thy poring in woll no where let hem dwell:</l>
                     <l>What profreſt thou thy light here for to ſell?</l>
                     <l>Go ſell it hem that ſmale ſeales grave,</l>
                     <l>We woll thee not, vs nedeth no day have.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And eke the ſonne Titan gan he chide,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, O foole, well may men thee diſpiſe,</l>
                     <l>That haſt all night the dauning by thy ſide,</l>
                     <l>And ſuffreſt her ſo ſone vp fro thee riſe:</l>
                     <l>For to diſeaſe vs lovers in this wiſe,</l>
                     <l>What hold your bed, there thou &amp; thy morow,</l>
                     <l>I did God ſo yeve you both ſorow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therwith ful ſore he ſighed, &amp; thus he ſeide</l>
                     <l>My lady right, and of my weale or wo</l>
                     <l>The well and roote, O goodly mine Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>And ſhall I riſe alas, and ſhall I ſo?</l>
                     <l>Now fele I that mine harte mote a two,</l>
                     <l>And how ſhould I my life an houre ſave,</l>
                     <l>Sens that with you is all the life I have?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What ſhall I doen? For certes I not how</l>
                     <l>Ne when alas, I ſhall the time ſee</l>
                     <l>That in this plite I may been eft with you,</l>
                     <l>And of my life God wote how ſhall that be,</l>
                     <l>Sens that deſire right now ſo biteth me,</l>
                     <l>That I am dedde anon, but I retourne,</l>
                     <l>How ſhould I long alas, fro you ſoiourne?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, mine owne lady bright,</l>
                     <l>Were it ſo that I wiſt vtterly,</l>
                     <l>That your humble ſervaunt, &amp; your knight</l>
                     <l>Were in your harte iſet ſo fermely,</l>
                     <l>As ye in mine: the which truely</l>
                     <l>Me leaver were than theſe worlds twaine,</l>
                     <l>Yet ſhould I bet enduren all my paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To that Creſeide anſwerde right anon,</l>
                     <l>And with a ſigh ſhe ſaied, O harte dere,</l>
                     <l>The game iwis ſo ferforth now is gon,</l>
                     <l>That firſt ſhall Phebus fallen from the ſphere,</l>
                     <l>* And everiche Egle been the Douues fere,</l>
                     <l>And every rocke out of his place ſterte,</l>
                     <l>Er Troilus go out of Creſeides herte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye been ſo depe within mine hart grave,</l>
                     <l>That tho I would it turn out of my thought,</l>
                     <l>As wiſely very God my ſoule ſave,</l>
                     <l>To dien in the pain, I could nought:</l>
                     <l>And for the love of God, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> vs hath wrought,</l>
                     <l>Let in your brain none other fantaſie</l>
                     <l>So crepen, that it cauſe me to die.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And that ye mewould have as faſt in mind,</l>
                     <l>As I have you, that would I you beſeche:</l>
                     <l>And if I wiſt forhly that to find</l>
                     <l>God nught not apoint my ioies to ech.</l>
                     <l>But harte mine, withouten more ſpech,</l>
                     <l>Bethe to me true, or els were it routh,</l>
                     <l>For I am thine, by God and by my trouth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Bethe glad for thy, and live in ſikerneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Thus ſaied I never er this, ne ſhall to mo,</l>
                     <l>And if to you it were a great gladneſſe,</l>
                     <l>To tourne ayen ſone after that ye ga,</l>
                     <l>As faine would I as ye, it were ſo,</l>
                     <l>
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As wiſely God mine harte bring to reſte,</l>
                     <l>And him in armes toke, and oft keſte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ayenſt his will, ſithe it mote nedes bee,</l>
                     <l>This Troilus vp roſe and faſt him cled,</l>
                     <l>And in his armes toke his ladie free,</l>
                     <l>An hundred times, and on his way him ſped,</l>
                     <l>And with ſoche wordes, as his harte bled,</l>
                     <l>He ſaied: fare well my dere harte ſwece,</l>
                     <l>That God vs graunt ſound and ſone to mete.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To which no word for ſorow ſhe anſwerd,</l>
                     <l>So ſore gan his parting her diſtrain,</l>
                     <l>And Troilus vnto his Paleis ferd,</l>
                     <l>As wo bigon as ſhe was, ſothe to ſain,</l>
                     <l>So hard him wrong of ſharp deſire the pain,</l>
                     <l>For to been efte there he was in pleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>That it may never out of his remembraunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Retourned to his roiall paleis ſone,</l>
                     <l>He ſoft vnto his bedde gan for to ſinke,</l>
                     <l>To ſlepe long, as he was wont to doen,</l>
                     <l>But all for nauȝt, he may well ligge &amp; winke,</l>
                     <l>But ſlepe may there none in his harte ſinke,</l>
                     <l>Thinking how ſhe, for whom deſire him brend,</l>
                     <l>A M. folde was worth more than he wend.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And in his thought, gan vp &amp; doun to wind</l>
                     <l>Her wordes all, and every countenaunce,</l>
                     <l>And fermely impreſſen in his mind</l>
                     <l>The leſt pointe that to him was pleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>And verely of thilke remembraunce,</l>
                     <l>Deſire al newe him brende, and luſt to brede,</l>
                     <l>Gan more than erſt, and yet toke he non hede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide alſo, right in the ſame wiſe,</l>
                     <l>Of Troilus gan in her harte ſhet</l>
                     <l>His worthineſſe, his luſt, his dedes wiſe,</l>
                     <l>His gentilneſſe, and how ſhe with him met:</l>
                     <l>Thonking love, he ſo well her beſet,</l>
                     <l>Deſiring oft to have her harte dere,</l>
                     <l>In ſoche a place as ſhe durſt make him chere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Pandare a morow, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> commen was</l>
                     <l>Vnto his nece, gan her faire to grete,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, all this night ſo rained it alas,</l>
                     <l>That all my drede is, that ye nece ſwete,</l>
                     <l>Have little leiſer had to ſlepe and mete,</l>
                     <l>Al this night (qd. he) hath rain ſo do me wake,</l>
                     <l>That ſome of vs I trowe her heddes ake.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And nere he came &amp; ſaid, how ſtant it now</l>
                     <l>This merie morow, nece how can ye fare?</l>
                     <l>Creſeide anſwerde, never the bet for you,</l>
                     <l>Foxe that ye been, God yeve your hart care,</l>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo, ye cauſed all this fare,</l>
                     <l>Trowe I (qd. ſhe) for all your wordes white,</l>
                     <l>O who ſo ſeeth you, knoweth you full lite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With that ſhe gan her face for to wrie,</l>
                     <l>With the ſhete and woxe for ſhame all redde,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus gan vnder for to prie,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied nece, if that I ſhall been dedde,</l>
                     <l>Have here a ſword, and ſmiteth of my hedde,</l>
                     <l>With that his arme, all ſodainly he thriſt,</l>
                     <l>Vnder her necke and at the laſt her kiſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I paſſe all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>, which chargeth naught to ſay,</l>
                     <l>What, God foryave his death, and ſhe alſo</l>
                     <l>Foryave: and with her vncle gan to play,</l>
                     <l>For other cauſe was there none than ſo,</l>
                     <l>But of this thing right to theffect to go,</l>
                     <l>When time was, home to her houſe ſhe went,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus hath fully his entent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now tourne we ayen to Troilus,</l>
                     <l>That reſtleſſe full long a bedde lay,</l>
                     <l>And prively ſent after Pandarus,</l>
                     <l>To him to come in all the haſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> he may,</l>
                     <l>He come anon, not ones ſaied he nay,</l>
                     <l>And Troilus full ſoberly he grete,</l>
                     <l>And doune vpon the beddes ſides him ſete.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus with all thaffectioun</l>
                     <l>Of friendly love, that harte may deviſe,</l>
                     <l>To Pandarus on knees fill adoun:</l>
                     <l>And er that he would of the place ariſe,</l>
                     <l>He gan him thanken on his beſt wiſe,</l>
                     <l>An hundred time he gan the time bleſſe,</l>
                     <l>That he was born, to bring him fro diſtreſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>He ſaid, O frend of frendes, the alderbeſt</l>
                     <l>That ever was, the ſothe for to tell,</l>
                     <l>Thou haſt in heaven i brought my ſoul at reſt,</l>
                     <l>Fro Phlegeton the firie flood of hell,</l>
                     <l>That though I might a thouſand times ſell</l>
                     <l>Vpon a day my life in thy ſervice,</l>
                     <l>It might not a mote in that ſuffice.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The ſonne, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> all the world may ſe</l>
                     <l>Sawe never yet, my life that dare I lete,</l>
                     <l>So ioily, faire, and goodly, as is ſhe</l>
                     <l>Whoſe I am all, and ſhall till that I deie,</l>
                     <l>And that I thus am hers, dare I ſeie,</l>
                     <l>That thanked be the high worthineſſe</l>
                     <l>Of love, and eke thy kinde buſineſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus haſt thou me no little thing iyeve,</l>
                     <l>For why to thee obliged be for aie,</l>
                     <l>My life, &amp; why? for through thine help I live,</l>
                     <l>Or els dedde had I been ago many a day,</l>
                     <l>And with that worde doun in his bed he lay,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus full ſoberly him herde,</l>
                     <l>Till all was ſaid, and then he him anſwerde.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>My dere frende, if I have doen for thee,</l>
                     <l>In any caſe, God wote it is me lefe,</l>
                     <l>And am as glad as man may of it be,</l>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo, but take now not agrife,</l>
                     <l>That I ſhall ſaine, beware of this miſchiefe,</l>
                     <l>That ther as now thou broght art to thy blis,</l>
                     <l>That thou thy ſelfe ne cauſe it not to mis.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For of Fortunes ſharpe adverſite,</l>
                     <l>The worſt kind of infortune is this,</l>
                     <l>* A man that hath been in proſperite,</l>
                     <l>And it remember, when it paſſed is.</l>
                     <l>Thou art wiſe inough, for thy, doe not amis,</l>
                     <l>* Be not to rakell, though thou ſit warme,</l>
                     <l>For if thou be, certain it woll thee harme.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou art at eaſe, &amp; hold thee well therin,</l>
                     <l>For al ſo ſure as redde is every fire,</l>
                     <l>
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As great a crafte is to kepe well as win,</l>
                     <l>Bridle alway well thy ſpeach and thy deſire,</l>
                     <l>For worldly ioy holdeth not by a wire,</l>
                     <l>That preveth well, it breſt alday ſo ofte,</l>
                     <l>For thy neede is to werken with it ſofte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Troilus) I hope, and God to forne,</l>
                     <l>My dere frende, that I ſhall ſo me bere,</l>
                     <l>That in my gilt ther ſhall nothing been lorne,</l>
                     <l>Ne I nill not rakle, as for to greven here,</l>
                     <l>It nedeth not this matter often tere,</l>
                     <l>For wiſteſt thou mine harte wel Pandare,</l>
                     <l>God wote of this thou wouldeſt lite care.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tho gan he tell him of his glad night,</l>
                     <l>And whereof firſt his hart dradde, and how,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied frende, as I am true knight,</l>
                     <l>And by that faith I owe to God and you,</l>
                     <l>I had it never halfe ſo hote as now,</l>
                     <l>And aie the more that deſire me biteth</l>
                     <l>To love her beſt, the more it me deliteth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I not my ſelfe not wiſely, what it is,</l>
                     <l>But now I feele a newe qualite,</l>
                     <l>Ye all another than I did er this:</l>
                     <l>Pandare anſwerd and ſaied thus, that he</l>
                     <l>That ones may in heaven bliſſe be,</l>
                     <l>He feeleth other waies dare I lay,</l>
                     <l>Than thilke time he firſt heard of it ſay.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This is a worde for all, that Troilus</l>
                     <l>Was never ful to ſpeke of this matere,</l>
                     <l>And for to praiſen vnto Pandarus,</l>
                     <l>The bounte of his right lady dere,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus to thanke, and maken chere,</l>
                     <l>This tale was aie ſpan newe to begin,</l>
                     <l>Til that the night departed hem a twinne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Soone after this, for that fortune it would,</l>
                     <l>Icomen was the bliſfull time ſwete,</l>
                     <l>That Troilus was warned, that he ſhould</l>
                     <l>There he was erſt, Creſeide his lady mete:</l>
                     <l>For which he felt his herte in ioy flete,</l>
                     <l>And faithfully gan all the goddes hery,</l>
                     <l>And let ſee now, if that he can be mery.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And holden was the forme, and al the giſe</l>
                     <l>Of her comming, and of his alſo,</l>
                     <l>As it was erſt, which nedeth nought deviſe,</l>
                     <l>But plainly to theffect right for to go:</l>
                     <l>In ioy and ſurete Pandarus hem two</l>
                     <l>Abedde brought, when hem both leſt,</l>
                     <l>And thus they ben in quiet and in reſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Naught nedeth it to you ſith they ben met</l>
                     <l>To aske at me, if that they blithe were,</l>
                     <l>For if it erſt was well, tho was it bet</l>
                     <l>A thouſand folde, this nedeth not enquere:</l>
                     <l>A go was every ſorow and every fere,</l>
                     <l>And both iwis they had, and ſo they wend,</l>
                     <l>As much ioy as harte may comprehend.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This nis no litel thing of for to ſey,</l>
                     <l>This paſſeth every wit for to deviſe,</l>
                     <l>For eche of hem gan others luſt obey,</l>
                     <l>Felicite, which that theſe clerkes wiſe</l>
                     <l>Commenden ſo, ne may not here ſuffiſe,</l>
                     <l>This ioy ne may not iwritten be with inke,</l>
                     <l>This paſſeth al that hart may bethinke.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But cruel day, ſo welaway the ſtound,</l>
                     <l>Gan for to aproche, as they by ſignes knew,</l>
                     <l>For which hem thought felen dethes wound,</l>
                     <l>So wo was hem, that chaungen gan her hew</l>
                     <l>And day they gonnen to diſpiſe al new,</l>
                     <l>Calling it traitour, envious and worſe,</l>
                     <l>And bitterly the daies light they corſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. Troilus) alas, now am I ware</l>
                     <l>That Pirous, and tho ſwifte ſtedes thre,</l>
                     <l>Which that drawen forth the ſunnes chare,</l>
                     <l>Han gon ſome by pathe in diſpite of me,</l>
                     <l>And maketh it ſo ſone day to be,</l>
                     <l>And for the ſunne him haſten thus to riſe,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſhall I never don him ſacrifice.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But nedes day departe hem muſt fone,</l>
                     <l>And whan her ſpeech done was, &amp; her chere,</l>
                     <l>They twin anon, as they were wont to done,</l>
                     <l>And ſetten time of meting eft ifere:</l>
                     <l>And many a niȝt they wroght in this manere:</l>
                     <l>And thus fortune a time ladde in ioie,</l>
                     <l>Creſeide, and eke this kinges ſon of Troie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In ſuffiſaunce, in bliſſe, and in ſingings,</l>
                     <l>This Troilus gan all his life to lede,</l>
                     <l>He ſpendeth, juſteth, and maketh feeſtings,</l>
                     <l>He geveth frely oft, and chaungeth wede,</l>
                     <l>He helde about him alway out of drede,</l>
                     <l>A world of folke, as come him well of kind,</l>
                     <l>The freſheſt and the beſt he coulde find.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That ſuch a voice was of him, and a ſteven,</l>
                     <l>Throughout the world, of honour &amp; largeſſe,</l>
                     <l>That it vp ronge vnto the yate of Heven;</l>
                     <l>And as in love he was in ſuch gladneſſe,</l>
                     <l>That in his hart he demed, as I geſſe,</l>
                     <l>That there nis lover in this world at eaſe,</l>
                     <l>So wel as he, and thus gan love him pleaſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The goodlihede or beaute, which the kind,</l>
                     <l>In any other lady had iſette,</l>
                     <l>Can not y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mountenaunce of a gnat vnbind,</l>
                     <l>About his hert, of al Creſeides nette,</l>
                     <l>He was ſo narowe imasked, and iknette:</l>
                     <l>That is vndon in any maner ſide,</l>
                     <l>That nil nat ben, for aught that may betide</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And by the honde ful ofte he would take</l>
                     <l>This Pandarus, and into gardin lede,</l>
                     <l>And ſuch a feeſt, and ſuch a proceſſe make</l>
                     <l>Him of Creſeide, and of her womanhede,</l>
                     <l>And of her beaute, that withouten drede,</l>
                     <l>It was an heven his wordes for to here,</l>
                     <l>And then he would ſing in this manere:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Love, that of erth &amp; ſea hath governaunce,</l>
                     <l>Love, that his heeſtes hath in heven hie,</l>
                     <l>Love, that with an holſome aliaunce</l>
                     <l>Halte people ioyned, as him liſt hem gie,</l>
                     <l>Love, that knitteth lawe and companie,</l>
                     <l>And couples doth in vertue for to dwell,</l>
                     <l>Binde this accord, that I have told and tell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>That, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the world with faith, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is ſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble</l>
                     <l>Diverſeth ſo his ſtoundes according,</l>
                     <l>That elements that be the diſcordable,</l>
                     <l>Holden a bonde, perpetually during,</l>
                     <l>That Phebus mote his roſy day forth bring,</l>
                     <l>And y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the mone hath lordſhip over y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nights,</l>
                     <l>Al this doeth love, aie heried be his mights.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That, that the ſea, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> greedy is to flowen,</l>
                     <l>Conſtraineth to a certaine ende ſo</l>
                     <l>His floods, that ſo fiercely they ne growen</l>
                     <l>To drenchen earth and all for evermo,</l>
                     <l>And if that love aught let his bridle go,</l>
                     <l>All that now loveth aſunder ſhould lepe,</l>
                     <l>And loſt were all, that love halt now to hepe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>So would to God, that authour is of kind,</l>
                     <l>That with his bond, love of his vertue liſt</l>
                     <l>To ſearchen hearts all, and faſt bind,</l>
                     <l>That from his bond no wight y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wey out wiſt,</l>
                     <l>And hearts cold hem, would I that hem twiſt,</l>
                     <l>To maken hem love, &amp; that liſt hem aie rew</l>
                     <l>On hearts ſore, and keep hem that ben trew.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In all needs for the townes werre</l>
                     <l>He was, and aye the firſt in armes dight:</l>
                     <l>And certainely, but if that bookes erre,</l>
                     <l>Save Hector, moſt idradde of any wight,</l>
                     <l>And this encreaſe of hardineſſe and might</l>
                     <l>Come him of love, his ladies thanke to win,</l>
                     <l>That altered his ſpirit ſo within.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In time of truce on hauking would he ride,</l>
                     <l>Or els hunt Bore, Beare, or Lioun,</l>
                     <l>The ſmall beaſts let he gon beſide,</l>
                     <l>And when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he come riding into the toun,</l>
                     <l>Full oft his lady from her window doun,</l>
                     <l>As freſh as faucon, comen out of mue,</l>
                     <l>Full redely was him goodly to ſalue.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And moſt of love &amp; vertue was his ſpeech,</l>
                     <l>And in diſpite had all wretchedneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And doubtleſſe no need was him beſeech</l>
                     <l>To honouren hem, that had worthineſſe,</l>
                     <l>And eaſen hem that weren in diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>And glad was he, if any wight well ferde</l>
                     <l>That lover was, when he it wiſt or herde.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For ſooth to ſaine, he loſt held every wight,</l>
                     <l>But if he were in loves high ſerviſe,</l>
                     <l>I meane folke that aught it ben of right,</l>
                     <l>And over all this, ſo well could he deviſe</l>
                     <l>Of ſentement, and in ſo vncouth wiſe</l>
                     <l>All his array, that every lover thought,</l>
                     <l>That al was wel, what ſo he ſaid or wrought.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And though that he be come of blood roiall,</l>
                     <l>Him liſt of pride at no wight for to chace,</l>
                     <l>Benigne he was to ech in generall,</l>
                     <l>For which he gate him thank in every place:</l>
                     <l>Thus wolde love iheried by his grace,</l>
                     <l>That Pride, and Ire, Envie, and Avarice,</l>
                     <l>He gan to flie, and every other vice.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou lady bright, the doughter of Diane,</l>
                     <l>Thy blind and winged ſon eke dan Cupide,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſuſtren nine eke, that by Helicone</l>
                     <l>In hill Pernaſo, liſten for to abide,</l>
                     <l>That ye thus ferre han deined me to gide,</l>
                     <l>I can no more, but ſens that ye woll wend,</l>
                     <l>Ye heried ben for aye withouten end.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Through you have I ſaid fully in my ſong</l>
                     <l>Theffect and ioy of Troilus ſerviſe,</l>
                     <l>All be that there was ſome diſeaſe among,</l>
                     <l>As mine authour liſteth to deviſe,</l>
                     <l>My third booke now end I in this wiſe,</l>
                     <l>And Trolius in luſt and in quiete,</l>
                     <l>Is with Creſeide his owne heart ſwete.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit liber tertius.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="4" type="book">
               <div type="prologue">
                  <lg>
                     <l>BVt all too little, welaway the while</l>
                     <l>Laſteth ſuch ioy, ithonked bee fortune,</l>
                     <l>That ſeemeth trueſt, when ſhe woll begile,</l>
                     <l>And can to fooles her ſong entune,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe hem hent, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> blent traitor commune:</l>
                     <l>* And when a wight is from her whele ithrow,</l>
                     <l>Then laugheth ſhe, &amp; maketh him the mowe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>From Troilus ſhe gan her bright face</l>
                     <l>Away to writhe, and tooke of him none hede,</l>
                     <l>And caſt him clene out of his ladies grace,</l>
                     <l>And on her whele ſhe ſet vp Diomede,</l>
                     <l>For w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> mine hert right now ginneth blede,</l>
                     <l>And now my pen alas, with which I write,</l>
                     <l>Quaketh for drede of that I muſt endite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For how Creſeide Troilus forſooke,</l>
                     <l>Or at the leaſt, how that ſhe was vnkind,</l>
                     <l>Mote henceforth ben matter of my booke,</l>
                     <l>As writen folk, through which it is in mind</l>
                     <l>Alas, that they ſhould ever cauſe find</l>
                     <l>To ſpeake her harme, and if they on her lie,</l>
                     <l>Iwis hemſelfe ſhould have the villanie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O ye Herines nightes doughters three,</l>
                     <l>That endleſſe complaine ever in paine,</l>
                     <l>Megera, Alecto, and eke Teſiphonee,</l>
                     <l>Thou cruell Mars eke, father of Quirine,</l>
                     <l>This ilke fourth booke helpe me to fine,</l>
                     <l>So that the loos, and love, and life ifere</l>
                     <l>Of Troilus be fully ſhewed here.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div type="text_of_book">
                  <head>Incipit liber quartus.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>LIgging in hoſt, as I have ſaid ere this,</l>
                     <l>The Greekes ſtrong, about Troy toun,</l>
                     <l>Befell, that when that Phebus ſhining is</l>
                     <l>Vpon the breaſt of Hercules Lion,</l>
                     <l>That Hector, with many a bold Baron</l>
                     <l>Caſt on a day with Greekes for to fight,</l>
                     <l>As he was wont, to greve hem what he miȝt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Not I how long or ſhort it was bitwene</l>
                     <l>This purpoſe, &amp; that day they fighten ment,</l>
                     <l>But on a day well armed bright and ſhene,</l>
                     <l>Hector and many a worthy knight out went</l>
                     <l>With ſpeare in hond, and big bowes bent,</l>
                     <l>And in the berde withouten lenger lette,</l>
                     <l>Her fomen in the field anone hem mette.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>The long day with ſpeares ſharpe iground</l>
                     <l>With arrows, darts, ſwerds, and maces fell,</l>
                     <l>They fight, &amp; bringen horſe &amp; man to ground,</l>
                     <l>And with her axes out the braines quell,</l>
                     <l>But in the laſt ſhoure, ſooth to tell,</l>
                     <l>The folke of Troy hem ſelven ſo miſleden,</l>
                     <l>That with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> worſe at night home they fleden.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>At which day was taken Anthenor,</l>
                     <l>Maugre Polimidas, or Moneſteo,</l>
                     <l>Xantippe, Sarpedon, Paleſtinor,</l>
                     <l>Polite, or eke the Troyan dan Rupheo,</l>
                     <l>And other laſſe folke, as Phebuſeo,</l>
                     <l>So that for harm that day the folk of Troy</l>
                     <l>Dreden to leſe a great part of her ioy.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of Priamus was yeve at Grekes requeſt</l>
                     <l>A time of truce, and tho they gonnen trete</l>
                     <l>Her priſoners to chaungen moſt and leſt,</l>
                     <l>And for the ſurplus yeven ſommes grete,</l>
                     <l>This thing anon was couth in every ſtrete,</l>
                     <l>Both in thaſſiege, in toune, and every where,</l>
                     <l>And with the firſt it came to Calcas ere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When Calcas knew this tretiſe ſhould hold</l>
                     <l>In conſiſtorie among the Greekes ſoone</l>
                     <l>He gan in thringe, forth with lords old,</l>
                     <l>And ſet him there as he was wont to done,</l>
                     <l>And with a chaunged face hem bade a boone</l>
                     <l>For love of God, to done that reverence,</l>
                     <l>To ſtinten noiſe, and yeve him audience.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then ſaid he thus, lo lords mine I was</l>
                     <l>Troyan, as it is knowen out of drede,</l>
                     <l>And if that you remember, I am Calcas,</l>
                     <l>That alderfirſt yave comfort to your nede,</l>
                     <l>And told well how that you ſhould ſpede,</l>
                     <l>For dredeleſſe through you ſhall in a ſtound</l>
                     <l>Ben Troy ibrent, &amp; beaten doun to ground.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And in what forme, or in w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> manner wiſe</l>
                     <l>This toun to ſhend, and all your luſt atcheve,</l>
                     <l>Ye have ere this well herde me deviſe:</l>
                     <l>This know ye my lordes, as I leve,</l>
                     <l>And for the Greekes weren me ſo leve,</l>
                     <l>I came my ſelfe in my proper perſone</l>
                     <l>To reach in this how you was beſt to done.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Having vnto my treaſour, ne my rent,</l>
                     <l>Right no regard in reſpect of your eaſe,</l>
                     <l>Thus all my good I left, and to you went,</l>
                     <l>Wening in this you lordes for to pleaſe,</l>
                     <l>But all that loſſe ne doth me no diſeaſe,</l>
                     <l>I vouchſafe, as wiſely have I ioy,</l>
                     <l>For you to leſe all that I have in Troy.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Save of a doughter that I left, alas,</l>
                     <l>Sleeping at home, when out of Troy I ſtert,</l>
                     <l>O ſterne, O cruell father that I was,</l>
                     <l>How might I have in that ſo hard an hert?</l>
                     <l>Alas that I ne had brought her in my ſhert,</l>
                     <l>For ſorow of which I wol nat live to morow,</l>
                     <l>But if ye lordes rew vpon my ſorow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For becauſe that I ſaw no time ere now</l>
                     <l>Her to deliver, iche holden have my pees,</l>
                     <l>But now or never, if that it like you,</l>
                     <l>I may her have right now doubtlees</l>
                     <l>O helpe and grace, among all this prees</l>
                     <l>Rew on this old caitife in diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>Sith I through you have all this hevineſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye have now caught, and fettred in priſon</l>
                     <l>Troyans inow, and if your willes be,</l>
                     <l>My child with one may have redemption,</l>
                     <l>Now for the love of God, and of bounte,</l>
                     <l>One of ſo fele alas, ſo yefe him me,</l>
                     <l>What need were it this praier for to werne,</l>
                     <l>Sith ye ſhull have both folk &amp; toun as yerne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>On perill of my life I ſhall nat lie,</l>
                     <l>Apollo hath me told full faithfully,</l>
                     <l>I have eke found by aſtronomie,</l>
                     <l>By ſort, and by augurie truely,</l>
                     <l>And dare well ſay the time is faſt by,</l>
                     <l>That fire &amp; flambe on all the toun ſhall ſprede,</l>
                     <l>And thus ſhall Troy turne to aſhen dede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For certaine, Phebus and Neptunus both</l>
                     <l>That makeden the walles of the toun,</l>
                     <l>Ben with the folke of Troy alway ſo wroth,</l>
                     <l>That they woll bring it to confuſioun</l>
                     <l>Right in deſpite of king Laomedoun,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe he nolde paien hem her hire,</l>
                     <l>The toune of Troy ſhall ben ſet on fire.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Telling his tale alway this old grey,</l>
                     <l>Humble in his ſpeech and looking eke,</l>
                     <l>The ſalt teares from his eyen twey</l>
                     <l>Full faſt ronnen doune by either cheke,</l>
                     <l>So long he gan of ſuccour hem beſeke,</l>
                     <l>That for to heale him of his ſorowes ſore,</l>
                     <l>They gave him Antenor withouten more.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But who was glad inough, but Calcas tho,</l>
                     <l>And of this thing full ſoone his nedes leide</l>
                     <l>On hem that ſhoulden for the treatiſe go</l>
                     <l>And hem for Antenor full ofte preide,</l>
                     <l>To bringen home king Thoas and Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>And when Priam his ſafegard ſent,</l>
                     <l>Thembaſſadours to Troy ſtreight they went.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The cauſe ytold of her comming, the old</l>
                     <l>Priam the king, full ſoone in generall,</l>
                     <l>Let here vpon his parliment hold,</l>
                     <l>Of which theffect rehearſen you I ſhall,</l>
                     <l>Thembaſſadours ben anſwerde for finall,</l>
                     <l>The eſchaunge of priſoners, and all this nede</l>
                     <l>Hem liketh well, and forth in they procede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus was preſent in the place,</l>
                     <l>When asked was for Antenor Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>For which full ſone chaungen gan his face,</l>
                     <l>As he that with tho wordes well nigh deide,</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe he no word to it ſeide,</l>
                     <l>Leſt men ſhould his affection eſpie,</l>
                     <l>With mannes hert he gan his ſorowes drie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And full of anguiſh and of greſly drede,</l>
                     <l>Abode what other lords would to it ſey,</l>
                     <l>And if they would graunt, as God forbede,</l>
                     <l>Theſchange of her, then thought he thing twey:</l>
                     <l>Firſt, how to ſave her honour, &amp; w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wey</l>
                     <l>
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He might beſt theſchaunge of her with ſtond,</l>
                     <l>Full faſt he caſt how all this might ſtond.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Love him made all preſt to done her bide,</l>
                     <l>And rather dien than ſhe ſhould go,</l>
                     <l>But Reaſon ſaid him on that other ſide,</l>
                     <l>Withouten aſſent of her do nat ſo,</l>
                     <l>Leſt for thy werke ſhe would be thy ſo,</l>
                     <l>And ſaine, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> through thy medling is yblow</l>
                     <l>Your brother love, there it was noterſt know.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For which he gan deliberen for the beſt,</l>
                     <l>And though the lords would that ſhe went,</l>
                     <l>He would let hem graunt what hem leſt,</l>
                     <l>And tell his lady firſt what that they ment,</l>
                     <l>And when that ſhe had ſaid him her entent,</l>
                     <l>Thereafter would he worken alſo blive,</l>
                     <l>Tho all the world ayen it wolde ſtrive.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Hector, which that well the Greekes herd,</l>
                     <l>For Antenor how they would have Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>Gan it withſtond, and ſoberly anſwerd:</l>
                     <l>Sirs, ſhe nis no priſoner (he ſeide)</l>
                     <l>I not on you who that this charge leide,</l>
                     <l>But on my part, ye may eſtſoones hem tell,</l>
                     <l>We uſeli here no women for to ſell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The noiſe of people up ſiert then at<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nes,</l>
                     <l>As brimme as blaſe of ſtraw iſet on fire,</l>
                     <l>For infortune it would for the nones,</l>
                     <l>They ſhoulden her confuſion deſire:</l>
                     <l>Hector (qd. they) w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ghoſt may you enſpire</l>
                     <l>This women thus in ſhild, and done us <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>eſe</l>
                     <l>Dan Antenore, a wrong way now ye cheſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That is ſo wiſe, and eke ſo bold baroun,</l>
                     <l>And we have need of folke, as men may ſee,</l>
                     <l>He is one of the greateſt of this toun:</l>
                     <l>O Hector, lette thy fantaſies bee,</l>
                     <l>O king Priam (qd. they) thus ſegge wee,</l>
                     <l>That all our voice is to forgone Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>And to delive Antenor they preide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O Iuvenall lord, true is thy ſentence,</l>
                     <l>That little wenen folke what is to yerue,</l>
                     <l>That they ne finden in her deſire offence,</l>
                     <l>For cloud of errour ne lette hem diſcerne</l>
                     <l>What beſt is, &amp; lo, here enſample as yerne:</l>
                     <l>Theſe folke deſiren now deliverance</l>
                     <l>Of Antenor, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> brought hem to miſchaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For he was after traitour to the toun</l>
                     <l>Of Troy alas, they quitte him out to rathe,</l>
                     <l>O nice world, lo thy diſcretioun,</l>
                     <l>Creſeide, which that never did hem ſcathe,</l>
                     <l>Shall now no lenger in her bliſſe bathe,</l>
                     <l>But Antenor, he ſhall come home to toun,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe ſhall out, thus ſaid heere and houn.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For which delibered was by parliment,</l>
                     <l>For Antenor to yeelden out Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>And it pronounced by the preſident,</l>
                     <l>Though that Hector nay full oft praid,</l>
                     <l>And finally, what wight that it withſaid,</l>
                     <l>It was for naught, it muſt ben, and ſhould,</l>
                     <l>For ſubſtaunce of the Parliment it would.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Departed out of the parliment echone,</l>
                     <l>This Troilus, without words mo,</l>
                     <l>Vnto his chamber ſpedde him faſt alone,</l>
                     <l>But if it were a man of his or two,</l>
                     <l>The which he bad out faſte for to go,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe he would ſlepen, as he ſaid,</l>
                     <l>And haſtely upon his bedde him laid.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And as in Winter, leaves ben biraſt</l>
                     <l>Ech after other, till trees he hare,</l>
                     <l>So that there nis but barke &amp; branch ilaſt,</l>
                     <l>Lithe Troilus, biraft of ech welfare,</l>
                     <l>Ibounden in the blacke barke of care,</l>
                     <l>Diſpoſed wode out of his witte to breide,</l>
                     <l>So ſore him ſate the chaunging of Creſeide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>He riſt him up, and every dore he ſhette,</l>
                     <l>And window eke, &amp; tho this ſorowfull man</l>
                     <l>Vpon his beddes ſide doune him ſette</l>
                     <l>Full like a dead image, pale and wan,</l>
                     <l>And in his breaſt the heaped wo began</l>
                     <l>Out bruſt, and he to worken in this wiſe</l>
                     <l>In his woodneſſe, as I ſhall you deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Right as the wild Bull beginneth ſpring</l>
                     <l>Now here, now there, idarted to the hert,</l>
                     <l>And of his death roreth, in complaining,</l>
                     <l>Right ſo gan he about the chamber ſtert,</l>
                     <l>Smiring his breaſt aye with his fiſtes ſmert,</l>
                     <l>His head to the wall, his body to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ground,</l>
                     <l>Foll oft he ſwapt, himſelven to confound.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>His eyen two for pity of his hert,</l>
                     <l>Out ſtremeden as ſwift as welles twey,</l>
                     <l>The high ſobs of his ſorrowes ſmert</l>
                     <l>His ſpeech him reft, unnethes might he ſey,</l>
                     <l>O death alas, why nilt thou do me dey?</l>
                     <l>Accurſed by that day which that nature</l>
                     <l>Shope me to ben a lives creature.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But after when the fury and all the rage</l>
                     <l>Which that his heart twiſt, and faſt threſt,</l>
                     <l>By length of time ſomewhat gan aſſuage,</l>
                     <l>Vpon his bed he laid him doun to reſt,</l>
                     <l>But tho begon his teares more out to breſt,</l>
                     <l>That wonder is the body may ſuffiſe</l>
                     <l>To halfe this wo, which that I you deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then ſaid he thus: Fortune alas y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> while</l>
                     <l>What have I done? what have I thee agilt?</l>
                     <l>How mighteſt thou for routhe me begile?</l>
                     <l>Is there no grace? and ſhall I thus be ſpilt?</l>
                     <l>Shall thus Creſeide away for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou wilt?</l>
                     <l>Alas, how mighteſt thou in thine hart find</l>
                     <l>To ben to me thus cruell and unkind?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Have I thee nat honoured all my live</l>
                     <l>As thou well woteſt, above the Gods all?</l>
                     <l>Why wilt thou me fro ioy thus deprive?</l>
                     <l>O Troilus, what may men now thee call,</l>
                     <l>But wretch of wretches, out of honour fall</l>
                     <l>Into miſery, in which I woll bewaile</l>
                     <l>Creſeide alas, till that the breath me faile.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Alas Fortune, if that my life in joy</l>
                     <l>Diſpleaſed had unto thy foule Envie,</l>
                     <l>
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Why ne haddeſt thou my father king of Troy</l>
                     <l>Biraft the life, or done my brethren die,</l>
                     <l>Or ſlaine my ſelfe, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thus complaine &amp; crie,</l>
                     <l>I combre world, that may of nothing ſerve,</l>
                     <l>But ever dye, and never fully ſterve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If that Creſeide alone were me laft,</l>
                     <l>Naughtrauȝt I whider thou woldſt me ſtere,</l>
                     <l>And her alas, then haſt thou me byraft:</l>
                     <l>But evermore, lo this is thy manere,</l>
                     <l>To reve a wight that moſt is to him dere,</l>
                     <l>To preve in that thy gierfull violence,</l>
                     <l>Thus am I loſt, there helpeth no defence.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O very Lord, O love, O God alas,</l>
                     <l>That knowest beſt mine hert &amp; al my thought,</l>
                     <l>What ſhal my ſorowfull life done in this caas,</l>
                     <l>If I to go that I ſo dere have bought,</l>
                     <l>Sens ye Creſeide &amp; me have fully brought</l>
                     <l>Into your grace, and both our hearts ſealed,</l>
                     <l>How may ye ſuffer alas it be repealed.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What I may done, I ſhal while I may dure</l>
                     <l>On live, in turment and in cruell paine,</l>
                     <l>This infortune, or this diſaventure,</l>
                     <l>Alone as I was borne I woll complaine,</l>
                     <l>Ne never woll I ſeene it ſhine or raine,</l>
                     <l>But end I woll as Edippe in derkeneſſe</l>
                     <l>My ſorrowfull life, and dien in diſtreſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O wery ghoſt, that erreſt to and fro,</l>
                     <l>Why <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                           <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                        </gap> thou flien out of the wofulleſt</l>
                     <l>Body, that ever might on ground go?</l>
                     <l>O ſoule, lurking in this wofull neſte,</l>
                     <l>Fly forthout mine hart, and let it breſte,</l>
                     <l>And follow alway Creſeide thy lady dere,</l>
                     <l>Thy right place is now no lenger here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O wofull eien two, ſens your diſport</l>
                     <l>Was all to ſeene Creſeides eyen bright,</l>
                     <l>What ſhall ye done, but for my diſcomfort</l>
                     <l>Stoden for naught, &amp; wepen out your ſight,</l>
                     <l>Sens ſhe is queint, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wont was you to light,</l>
                     <l>* In veine from this forth have I eyen twey</l>
                     <l>I formed, ſens your vertue is awey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O my Creſeide, O lady ſoveraine,</l>
                     <l>Of this wofull ſoule that thus crieth,</l>
                     <l>Who ſhall now yeven comfort to thy paine,</l>
                     <l>Alas, no wight, but when mine hert dieth,</l>
                     <l>My ſpirit, which that ſo unto you hieth,</l>
                     <l>Recei<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e in gree, for that ſhall aye you ſerve,</l>
                     <l>For thy no force is, though the body ſterve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O ye lovers, that high upon the whele</l>
                     <l>Ben ſette of Fortune in good aventure,</l>
                     <l>God lene that ye finden aye love of ſtele,</l>
                     <l>And long more your life in joy endure,</l>
                     <l>But when ye comen by my ſepulture,</l>
                     <l>Remembreth that your fellow reſteth there,</l>
                     <l>For I loved eke, though I unworthy were.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O old unholſome and miſlived man,</l>
                     <l>Calcas I meane, alas what eiled thee</l>
                     <l>To <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                           <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                        </gap> a Greek, ſens thou art borne Trojan?</l>
                     <l>O Calcas, which that wolt my bane be,</l>
                     <l>In curſed time was thou borne for me,</l>
                     <l>As would blisfull Iove for his joy,</l>
                     <l>That I thee had where I would in Troy.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>A thouſand ſighes hotter than the glede,</l>
                     <l>Out of his breaſt, each after other went,</l>
                     <l>Medled with plaint new, his wo to fede,</l>
                     <l>For which his wofull teares never ſtent,</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly ſo his ſorowes him to rent,</l>
                     <l>And wore ſo mate, that joy or pennaunce</l>
                     <l>He feeleth none, but heth in a traunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Panoare, which that in the parliment</l>
                     <l>Had heatd w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> every Lord and burgeis ſeid,</l>
                     <l>And how full graunted was by one aſſent,</l>
                     <l>For Antenor to yelden o<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>t Creſeid:</l>
                     <l>Gan well nigh wood out of his wit to breid,</l>
                     <l>So that for wo he niſte what he ment,</l>
                     <l>But in a <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 span">
                           <desc>〈…〉</desc>
                        </gap> went.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>A certaine knight, that for the <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 span">
                           <desc>〈…〉</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>The chamber dore, undid it him anone,</l>
                     <l>And Pandare, that full tenderly wept,</l>
                     <l>Into the derke chamber as ſtill as ſtone,</l>
                     <l>Toward the bedde gan ſoftly to goue,</l>
                     <l>So confuſe, that he <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ſt what to ſay,</l>
                     <l>For very wo, his wit was nigh away.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And with chere and leeking all to torne,</l>
                     <l>For ſorow of this, &amp; with his armes folden,</l>
                     <l>He ſtood this wofull Troilus beforne,</l>
                     <l>And on his pitous face he gan beholden,</l>
                     <l>But ſo oft gan his heart colden,</l>
                     <l>Seeing his friend in wo, whoſe heavineſſe</l>
                     <l>His heart ſlough, as thought him for diſtreſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This wofull wight, this Troilus y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> felt</l>
                     <l>His friend Pandare icomen him to ſee,</l>
                     <l>Gan as the ſnow ayenſt the ſunne melt,</l>
                     <l>For which this wofull Pandare of pite</l>
                     <l>Gan for to weepe as tenderly as he:</l>
                     <l>And ſpeechleſſe thus ben theſe ilke twey,</l>
                     <l>That neither might for ſorow o word ſey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But at the laſt, this wofull Troilus,</l>
                     <l>Nigh dead for ſmert, gan breſten out to rore,</l>
                     <l>And with a ſorowfull noiſe he ſaid thus</l>
                     <l>Among his ſobs and his ſighes ſore,</l>
                     <l>Lo Pandare I am dead withouten more,</l>
                     <l>Haſt thou nat heard at parliment he ſeide,</l>
                     <l>For Antenor how loſt is my Creſeide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Pandare full dead and pale of hew,</l>
                     <l>Full pitouſly anſwerde, and ſaid yes,</l>
                     <l>As wiſely were it falſe as it is trew,</l>
                     <l>That I have heard, and wote all how it is,</l>
                     <l>O mercy God, who would have trowed this,</l>
                     <l>Who would have wend, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> in ſo little a throw</l>
                     <l>Fortune our joy would overthrow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For in this world there is no creature,</l>
                     <l>As to my dome, that ever ſaw ruine</l>
                     <l>Stranger than this through caſe or aventure,</l>
                     <l>But who may all eſchue or all devine,</l>
                     <l>Such is this world, for thy I thus define:</l>
                     <l>* Ne truſt no wight to find in Fortune</l>
                     <l>Aye property, her yeftes ben commune.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>But tell me this, why thou art now ſo mad</l>
                     <l>To ſorrowen thus, why liſt thou in this wiſe,</l>
                     <l>Sens thy deſire all holly haſt thou had,</l>
                     <l>So that by right it ought inough ſuffiſe,</l>
                     <l>But I that never felt in my ſerviſe</l>
                     <l>A friendly chere or looking of an eie,</l>
                     <l>Let me thus wepe and wailen till I die.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And over al this, as thou wel woſt thy ſelve,</l>
                     <l>This toune is full of ladies all about,</l>
                     <l>And to my dome, falcer than ſuch twelve</l>
                     <l>As ever ſhe was, ſhal I finden in ſome rout,</l>
                     <l>Ye one or twey, withouten any dout:</l>
                     <l>For thy be glade mine owne dere brother,</l>
                     <l>If ſhe be loſt, we ſhall recover another.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* What God forbid alway y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ech pleaſaunce</l>
                     <l>In a thing were, and in none other wight,</l>
                     <l>If one can ſing, another can well daunce,</l>
                     <l>If this be goodly, ſhe is glad and light,</l>
                     <l>And this is faire, and that can good aright,</l>
                     <l>Ech for his vertue holden is for dere,</l>
                     <l>Both herones and faucon for rivere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And eke as writ Zanſis, that was full wiſe,</l>
                     <l>* The new love out chaſeth oft the old:</l>
                     <l>And vpon new caſe lieth new aviſe,</l>
                     <l>Thinke eke thy ſelfe to ſaven art thou hold,</l>
                     <l>Such fire by proceſſe ſhall of kind cold,</l>
                     <l>For ſens it is but caſuell pleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>Some caſe ſhall put it out of remembraunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* For alſo ſure as day commeth after night,</l>
                     <l>The new love, labour or other wo,</l>
                     <l>Or els ſelde ſeeing of a wight,</l>
                     <l>Done old affections all overgo,</l>
                     <l>And for thy part, thou ſhalt haue one of tho</l>
                     <l>To abredgs with thy bitter pains ſmart,</l>
                     <l>Abſence of her ſhall driue her out of hart.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Theſe words ſaied he for the nones all</l>
                     <l>To helpe his friend, leaſt he for ſorow deide,</l>
                     <l>For doubtleſſe to doen his wo to fall,</l>
                     <l>He raught nat what vnthrift that he ſeide:</l>
                     <l>But Troilus that nigh for ſorow deide,</l>
                     <l>Tooke little hede of all that ever he ment,</l>
                     <l>One eare it heard, at the other out it went.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> laſt he anſwerd, and ſaid friend,</l>
                     <l>This lechcraft, or dealed thus to be,</l>
                     <l>Were well fitting, if that I were a fiend,</l>
                     <l>To traien a wight, that true is vnto me,</l>
                     <l>I pray God let this counſaile never ithee</l>
                     <l>But doe me rather ſterue anon right here,</l>
                     <l>Ere thus I doen, as thou me wouldeſt lere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>She that I ſerue iwis, what ſo thou ſey,</l>
                     <l>To whom mine hart enhabite is by right,</l>
                     <l>Shall have me holly hers, till that I dey,</l>
                     <l>For Pandarus, ſens I have trouth her hight,</l>
                     <l>I woll nat ben vntrue for no wight,</l>
                     <l>But as her man I woll aye live and ſterve,</l>
                     <l>And never none other creature ſerve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And there thou ſaieſt thou ſhalt as fair find</l>
                     <l>As ſhe, let be, make no compariſon,</l>
                     <l>To creature iformed here by kind,</l>
                     <l>O leve Pandare, in concluſion,</l>
                     <l>I woll nat been of thine opinion</l>
                     <l>Touching all this, for which I thee beſeech,</l>
                     <l>So hold thy peace, thou ſlaeſt me with thy ſpeech.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou biddeſt me I ſhould love another</l>
                     <l>All freſhly new, and let Creſeide go,</l>
                     <l>It lithe nat in my power leve brother,</l>
                     <l>And though I might, yet would I nat do ſo,</l>
                     <l>* But canſt thou plaien raket to and fro,</l>
                     <l>* Nettle in dock out, now this, now y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Pan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dare,</l>
                     <l>Now foule fall her for thy wo, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> care.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou fareſt eke by me Pandarus,</l>
                     <l>As he, that when a wight is wo bigon,</l>
                     <l>He commeth to him apace, &amp; ſaith right thus,</l>
                     <l>Thinke not on ſmart, &amp; thou ſhalt feele none,</l>
                     <l>Thou maieſt me firſt tranſmewen in a ſtone,</l>
                     <l>And reve me my paſſions all,</l>
                     <l>Or thou ſo lightly doe my wo to fall.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The death may well out of my breſt depart</l>
                     <l>The life, ſo long may this ſorow mine:</l>
                     <l>But fro my ſoule ſhall Creſeides dart</l>
                     <l>Out nevermore, but doune with Proſerpine</l>
                     <l>When I am dead, I woll won in pine,</l>
                     <l>And there I woll eternally complain</l>
                     <l>My wo, and how that twinned be we twain.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou haſt here made an argument full fine,</l>
                     <l>How that it ſhould laſſe paine be</l>
                     <l>Creſeide to forgone, for ſhe was mine,</l>
                     <l>And lived in eaſe and in felicite:</l>
                     <l>Why gabbeſt thou, that ſaideſt vnto me,</l>
                     <l>* That him is wors that is fro wele ithrow,</l>
                     <l>Than he had erſt none of that wele know.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But tel me now, ſen y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thee thinketh ſo light</l>
                     <l>To chaungen ſo in love aye to and fro,</l>
                     <l>Why haſt thou nat doen buſily thy might</l>
                     <l>To chaungen her, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> doth thee all thy wo?</l>
                     <l>Why nilt thou let her fro thine heart go?</l>
                     <l>Why nilt thou love another lady ſwete,</l>
                     <l>That may thine heart ſetten in quiete?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If thou haſt had in love aye yet miſchance,</l>
                     <l>And canſt it not out of thine hart drive,</l>
                     <l>I that lived in luſt and in pleaſance</l>
                     <l>With her, as much as creature on live,</l>
                     <l>How would I that foryet, and that ſo blive,</l>
                     <l>O where haſt thou ben hid ſo long in mew,</l>
                     <l>Thou canſt ſo well and formeliche agrew.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Nay God wot, naught worth is al thy rede,</l>
                     <l>For which, for what that ever may befall,</l>
                     <l>Withouten words mo I woll ben dede,</l>
                     <l>O death, that ender art of ſorrowes all,</l>
                     <l>Come now, ſens I ſo oft after thee call,</l>
                     <l>* For ſely is that death, ſooth ſor to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>That oft icleped, commeth &amp; endeth paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Well wote I, while my life was in quiete,</l>
                     <l>Ere thou me ſlue, I would have yeven hire,</l>
                     <l>But now thy comming is to me ſo ſwete,</l>
                     <l>That in this world I nothing ſo deſire,</l>
                     <l>O death, ſens with this ſorow I am a fire,</l>
                     <l>
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Thou either do me anon in teares drench,</l>
                     <l>Or with thy cold ſtroke mine heart quench.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sens y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou ſlaeſt ſo fele in ſundry wiſe</l>
                     <l>Ayenſt her will, vnpraied day and night,</l>
                     <l>Doe me at my requeſt this ſerviſe,</l>
                     <l>Deliver now the world, ſo doeſt thou right,</l>
                     <l>Of me that am the wofulleſt wight</l>
                     <l>That ever was, for time is that I ſterve,</l>
                     <l>Sens in this world of right nauȝt do I ſerve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus in teares gan diſtill</l>
                     <l>As licour out of Allambike full faſt,</l>
                     <l>And Pandarus gan hold his tongue ſtill,</l>
                     <l>And to the ground his eyen downe he caſt,</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, thus thought he at laſt,</l>
                     <l>What parde, rather than my fellow dey,</l>
                     <l>Yet ſhall I ſomewhat more vnto him ſey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſaid friend, ſens thou haſt ſuch diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>And ſens thee liſt mine argumentes blame,</l>
                     <l>Why nilt thy ſelven helpe doen redreſſe,</l>
                     <l>And with thy manhood letten all this game,</l>
                     <l>To rauiſh her, ne cauſt thou not for ſhame?</l>
                     <l>And either let her out of toune fare,</l>
                     <l>Or hold her ſtill, and leave thy nice fare.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Art thou in Troy, and haſt non hardiment</l>
                     <l>To take a wight, which that loveth thee,</l>
                     <l>And would her ſelven been of thine aſſent,</l>
                     <l>Now is nat this a nice vanite,</l>
                     <l>Riſe vp anon, and let this weeping be,</l>
                     <l>And ſith thou art a man, for in this hour</l>
                     <l>I woll been dead, or ſhe ſhall ben our.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To this anſwerde him Troilus full ſoft,</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, iwis my leve brother dere,</l>
                     <l>All this have I my ſelfe yet thought full oft,</l>
                     <l>And more thing than thou deviſeſt here,</l>
                     <l>But why this thing is laft, thou ſhalt wel here</l>
                     <l>And when thou haſt me yeven audience,</l>
                     <l>Thereafter mayſt thou tell all thy ſentence.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Firſt, ſin thou woſt this toun hath al this werre</l>
                     <l>For raviſhing of women ſo by might,</l>
                     <l>It ſhould not been ſuffced me to erre,</l>
                     <l>As it ſtont now, ne done ſo great vnright,</l>
                     <l>I ſhould have alſo blame of every wight,</l>
                     <l>My fathers graunt if that I ſo withſtood,</l>
                     <l>Sens ſhe is chaunged for the tounes good.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I have eke thought, ſo it were her aſſent,</l>
                     <l>To aske her of my father of his grace,</l>
                     <l>Then thinke I, this were her accuſement,</l>
                     <l>Sens well I wot I may her nat purchace,</l>
                     <l>For ſens my father in ſo high a place</l>
                     <l>As Parliment, hath her eſchaunge enſealed,</l>
                     <l>He nill for me his letter be repealed.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Yet drede I moſt her heart to perturbe</l>
                     <l>With violence, if I doe ſuch a game,</l>
                     <l>For if I would it openly diſturbe,</l>
                     <l>It muſt be diſclaunder to her name,</l>
                     <l>And me were lever die than her diffame,</l>
                     <l>As nolde God, but I ſhould have</l>
                     <l>Her honour, lever than my life to ſave.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus am I loſt, for aught that I can ſee,</l>
                     <l>For certaine is that I am her knight,</l>
                     <l>I muſt her honour lever have than me</l>
                     <l>In every caſe, as lover ought of right,</l>
                     <l>Thus am I with deſire and reaſon twight:</l>
                     <l>Deſire for to diſturben her me redeth,</l>
                     <l>And Reaſon nill not, ſo mine heart dredeth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus weeping, that he could never ceaſe,</l>
                     <l>He ſaid alas, how ſhall I wretche fare,</l>
                     <l>For well fele I alway my love encreaſe,</l>
                     <l>And hope is laſſe and laſſe Pandare,</l>
                     <l>Encreaſen eke the cauſes of my care,</l>
                     <l>So welaway, why nill mine hart breſt,</l>
                     <l>For as in love there is but little reſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Pandare anſwerde, friend thou mayſt for me</l>
                     <l>Done as thee liſt, but had I it ſo hote,</l>
                     <l>And thine eſtate, ſhe ſhould go with me,</l>
                     <l>Tho all this toun cried on this thing by note,</l>
                     <l>I nolde ſet at all that noiſe a grote,</l>
                     <l>* For when men have cried, then wol they roun,</l>
                     <l>Eke wonder laſt but ix. deies never in toun.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Devine not in reaſon aye ſo deepe,</l>
                     <l>Ne curteſly, but helpe thy ſelfe anone,</l>
                     <l>Bet is that other than thy ſelven wepe,</l>
                     <l>And namely, ſens ye two ben al one,</l>
                     <l>Riſe vp, for by mine head ſhe ſhall not gone,</l>
                     <l>And rather ben in blame a little ifound,</l>
                     <l>Than ſterve here as a gnat withouten wound.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>It is no ſhame vnto you, ne no vice,</l>
                     <l>Her to withholden, that ye loveth moſt,</l>
                     <l>Peraventure ſhe might hold thee for nice,</l>
                     <l>To letten her go thus vnto the Grekes hoſte,</l>
                     <l>* Think eke fortune, as well thy ſelven woſte,</l>
                     <l>Helpeth hardie man vnto his empriſe,</l>
                     <l>And weiueth wretches for her cowardiſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And though thy lady would alite her greve,</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhalt thy ſelf thy peace hereafter make,</l>
                     <l>But as to me certaine I cannot leve,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe would it as now for evill take,</l>
                     <l>Why ſhould then for feare thine hart quake,</l>
                     <l>Thinke how Paris hath, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is thy brother,</l>
                     <l>A love, &amp; why ſhal thou not have another?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And Troilus, o thing I dare thee ſwere,</l>
                     <l>That if Creſeide, which that is thy lefe,</l>
                     <l>Now loveth thee, as well as thou doſt here,</l>
                     <l>God helpe me ſo, ſhe nill not take a grefe,</l>
                     <l>Though thou do bote anon in this miſchefe,</l>
                     <l>And if ſhe wilneth fro thee for to paſſe,</l>
                     <l>Then is ſhe falſe, ſo love her well the laſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For thy, take hart, &amp; think right as a knight,</l>
                     <l>Through love is broken alday every law,</l>
                     <l>Kith now ſomwhat thy courage &amp; thy might,</l>
                     <l>Have mercie on thy ſelfe for any awe,</l>
                     <l>Let not this wretched wo thine hart gnawe,</l>
                     <l>* But manly ſet the world on ſixe and ſeven,</l>
                     <l>And if thou die a martir, go to heaven.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I woll my ſelfe ben with thee at this dede,</l>
                     <l>Though I and all my kin vpon a ſtound,</l>
                     <l>
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Should in a ſtrete, as dogs, liggen dede,</l>
                     <l>Through girt with many a bloodie wound,</l>
                     <l>In every caſe I woll a friend be found,</l>
                     <l>And if thee liſteth here ſterven as a wretch,</l>
                     <l>Adieu, the devill ſpeede him that retch.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus gan with the words quicken;</l>
                     <l>And ſaied, friend, graunt mercie, I aſſent,</l>
                     <l>But certainly, thou mayſt nat ſo me pricken,</l>
                     <l>Ne paine none ne may me ſo torment,</l>
                     <l>That for no caſe it is not mine entent,</l>
                     <l>At ſhorte wordes, though I dien ſhould,</l>
                     <l>To raviſhen her, but if her ſelfe it would.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Why, ſo mean I (qd. Pandarus) al this day,</l>
                     <l>But tell me then, haſt thou her well aſſaid,</l>
                     <l>That ſoroweſt thus? &amp; he anſwerde him nay.</l>
                     <l>Wherofart thou (qd. Pandare) then diſmaid,</l>
                     <l>That noſte not that ſhe woll ben evill apaid</l>
                     <l>To raviſhen her, ſens thou haſt not ben there,</l>
                     <l>But if that Iove told it in thine eare.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For thy, riſe vp as naught ne were, anone,</l>
                     <l>And waſh thy face, &amp; to the king thou wend,</l>
                     <l>Or he may wondren whider thou art gone,</l>
                     <l>Thou muſt with wisdome him and other blend,</l>
                     <l>Or vpon caſe he may after thee ſend,</l>
                     <l>Or thou beware, and ſhortly brother dere</l>
                     <l>Be glad, and let me werke in this mattere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For I ſhall ſhape it ſo, that ſikerly</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhalt this niȝt ſomtime in ſome manere</l>
                     <l>Come ſpeaken with thy Ladie prively,</l>
                     <l>And by her wordes eke, as by her chere,</l>
                     <l>Thou ſhalt full ſoone aperceive and well here</l>
                     <l>Of her entent, and in this caſe the beſt,</l>
                     <l>And fare now well, for in this point I reſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The ſwifte fame, which that fals things</l>
                     <l>Equall reporteth, like the things true,</l>
                     <l>Was throghout Troy ifled, with preſt wings,</l>
                     <l>Fro man to man, and made his tale all new,</l>
                     <l>How Calcas doughter with her bright hew,</l>
                     <l>At Parliment without words more,</l>
                     <l>I graunted was in chaunge of Antenore.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The which tale anon right as Creſeide</l>
                     <l>Had heard, ſhe which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> of her father rought</l>
                     <l>(As in this caſe) right naught, ne when he deide</l>
                     <l>Full buſily to Iupiter beſought</l>
                     <l>Yeve him miſchance, that this tretis brought:</l>
                     <l>But ſhortly, leaſt theſe tales ſooth were,</l>
                     <l>She durſt at no wight asken it for fere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As ſhe that had her hart and all her mind</l>
                     <l>On Troylus yſet ſo wonder faſt,</l>
                     <l>That al this world ne might her love vnbind,</l>
                     <l>Ne Troylus out of her heart caſt,</l>
                     <l>She would been his while y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> her life may laſt,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe thus brenneth both in love and drede,</l>
                     <l>So that ſhe niſt what was beſt to rede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But as men ſeene in toune, and all about,</l>
                     <l>That women vſen her friends to viſite,</l>
                     <l>So to Creſeide of women came a rout,</l>
                     <l>For pitous ioy, and wenden her delite,</l>
                     <l>And with her tales dere ynough a mite,</l>
                     <l>Theſe women, which that in the citie dwell,</l>
                     <l>They ſet hem doune, and ſayd as I ſhall tell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>(Qd. firſt that one) I am glad truely,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe of you, that ſhall your father ſee,</l>
                     <l>Another ſayd, iwis, ſo am not I,</l>
                     <l>For all too little hath ſhe with vs be:</l>
                     <l>(Qd. tho the third) I hope iwis that ſhe</l>
                     <l>Shall bringen vs the peace on every ſide,</l>
                     <l>That when ſhe goth, almighty God her gide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tho wordes and tho womanniſh thinges</l>
                     <l>She herd hem right as thogh ſhe thencewere:</l>
                     <l>For God it wote, her hart on other thing is,</l>
                     <l>Although the body ſat emong hem there,</l>
                     <l>Her advertence is alway els where,</l>
                     <l>For Troilus full faſt her ſoule ſought,</l>
                     <l>Withouten word, on him alway ſhe thought.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Theſe women y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thus wenden her to pleaſe,</l>
                     <l>About naught gan all her tales ſpend,</l>
                     <l>Such vanitie ne can done her none eaſe,</l>
                     <l>As ſhe that all this meane while brend</l>
                     <l>Of other paſſion than they wend,</l>
                     <l>So that ſhe felt almoſt her heart die</l>
                     <l>For wo, and werie of that companie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For which might ſhe no lenger reſtraine</l>
                     <l>Her teares, they gan ſo vp to well,</l>
                     <l>That gave ſignes of her bitter paine,</l>
                     <l>In which her ſpirit was, and muſt dwell</l>
                     <l>Remembering her from heaven vnto which hell</l>
                     <l>She fallen was, ſens ſhe forgo the ſight</l>
                     <l>Of Troilus, and ſorrowfully ſhe ſight.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And thilke fooles, ſitting her about,</l>
                     <l>Wende that ſhe wept and ſighed ſore,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe that ſhe ſhould out of the rout</l>
                     <l>Departen, and never play with hem more,</l>
                     <l>And they that had knowen her of yore,</l>
                     <l>See her ſo wepe, and thought it was kindneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And ech of hem wept eke for her diſtreſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And buſtly they gonnen her to comforten</l>
                     <l>On thing God wot, on which ſhe little thought,</l>
                     <l>And with her tales wenden her diſporten,</l>
                     <l>And to be glad they ofte her beſought,</l>
                     <l>But ſuch an eaſe therwith they her wrought,</l>
                     <l>* Right as a man is eaſed for to fele,</l>
                     <l>For ache of head, to clawen him on his hele.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But after all this nice vanitie,</l>
                     <l>They took her leve, &amp; home they wenten all,</l>
                     <l>Creſeide full of ſorrowfull pitie,</l>
                     <l>Into her chamber vp went out of the hall,</l>
                     <l>And on her bedde ſhe gan for dead to fall,</l>
                     <l>In purpoſe never thence for to riſe,</l>
                     <l>And thus ſhe wrought, as I ſhall you deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Her ownded hair, that ſonniſh was of hew,</l>
                     <l>She rent, and eke her fingers long and ſmale</l>
                     <l>She wrong full oft, and bad God on her rew,</l>
                     <l>And with the death to do bote on her bale,</l>
                     <l>Her hewe whylom bright, that tho was pale,</l>
                     <l>Bare witneſſe of her wo, and her conſtreint,</l>
                     <l>And thus ſhe ſpake, ſobbing in her compleint.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <pb n="305" facs="tcp:51487:170"/>
                     <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) out of this religioun,</l>
                     <l>I wofull wretch and infortuned wight,</l>
                     <l>And borne in curſed conſtellatioun,</l>
                     <l>Mote gon, &amp; thus departen fro my knight,</l>
                     <l>Wo worth alas, that ilke daies light,</l>
                     <l>On which I ſaw him firſt with eyen twaine,</l>
                     <l>That cauſeth me, and I him all this paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therewith the teares from her eyen two</l>
                     <l>Doune fell, as ſhoure in Aprill ſwithe,</l>
                     <l>Her white breaſt ſhe bet, and for the wo,</l>
                     <l>After the death ſhe cried a thouſand ſithe,</l>
                     <l>Sens he that wont her wo was for to lithe,</l>
                     <l>She mote forgone, for which diſaventure</l>
                     <l>She held her ſelfe a forloſt creature.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>She ſaid, how ſhall he done and I alſo</l>
                     <l>How ſhould I live, if that I from him twin,</l>
                     <l>O dere heart eke that I love ſo,</l>
                     <l>Who ſhall that ſorow ſlaen, that ye ben in?</l>
                     <l>O Calcas, father, thine be all this ſin:</l>
                     <l>O mother mine, that cleped wert Argive,</l>
                     <l>Wo worth that day y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou me bare on live.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> fine ſhould I live &amp; ſorowen thus,</l>
                     <l>* How ſhould a fiſh withouten water dure?</l>
                     <l>What is Creſeide worth from Troilus?</l>
                     <l>How ſhould a plant or lives creatur<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>Live withouten his kind noriture,</l>
                     <l>For which full oft a by word here I ſey,</l>
                     <l>* That rootleſſe mote greene ſoone dey,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I ſhal done thus, ſens neither ſword ne dart,</l>
                     <l>Dare I none handle, for the cruelte,</l>
                     <l>That like day that I fro you depart,</l>
                     <l>If ſorow of that nill nat my bane be,</l>
                     <l>Then ſhall no meat ne drinke come in me,</l>
                     <l>Till I my ſoule out of my breſt vnſheath,</l>
                     <l>And thus my ſelven woll I done to death.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And Troilus, my clothes everychone</l>
                     <l>Shull blacke ben, in tokening hart ſwete,</l>
                     <l>That I am as out of this world agone,</l>
                     <l>That wont was you to ſet in quiete,</l>
                     <l>And of mine order aye till death me mete,</l>
                     <l>The obſervaunce ever in your abſence,</l>
                     <l>Shall ſorrow ben complaint and abſtinence.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Mine hart and eke the woful ghoſt therein</l>
                     <l>Bequeath I with your ſpirit to complaine</l>
                     <l>Eternally, for they ſhall never twin,</l>
                     <l>For though in yearth twinned be we twaine,</l>
                     <l>Yet in the field of pitie, out of paine,</l>
                     <l>That hight Eliſos, ſhall we ben ifere,</l>
                     <l>As Orpheus and Erudice his fere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus heart mine, for Antenor alas</l>
                     <l>I ſoone ſhall be chaunged, as I wene,</l>
                     <l>But how ſhull ye done in this ſorowfull caas,</l>
                     <l>How ſhall your tender hart this ſuſtene?</l>
                     <l>But hart mine, foryet this ſorow and tene,</l>
                     <l>And me alſo, for ſoothly for to ſey,</l>
                     <l>So ye well fare, I retche not to dey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>How might it ever redde ben or iſong</l>
                     <l>The plaint that ſhe made in her diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>I not, but as for me my little tong</l>
                     <l>If I diſcriven would her heavineſſe,</l>
                     <l>It ſhould make her ſorrow ſeeme leſſe</l>
                     <l>Than that it was, and childiſhly deface</l>
                     <l>Her high complaint, and therefore I it pace.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Pandare, which that ſent from Troilus</l>
                     <l>Was vnto Creſeide, as ye have heard deviſe,</l>
                     <l>That for the beſt it was recorded thus,</l>
                     <l>And he full glad to done him that ſerviſe,</l>
                     <l>Vnto Creſeide in a full ſecret wiſe,</l>
                     <l>There as ſhe lay in tourment and in rage,</l>
                     <l>Came her to tell all holly his meſſage.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And fond that ſhe her ſelven gan to grete</l>
                     <l>Full pitouſly, for with her ſalte teres,</l>
                     <l>Her breaſt and face ibathed was full wete,</l>
                     <l>Her mightie treſſes of her ſonniſh heres</l>
                     <l>Vnbroiden, hangen all about her eares,</l>
                     <l>Which yave him very ſigne of mattire</l>
                     <l>Of death, which that her hart gan deſire.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When ſhe him ſaw, ſhe gan for ſorrow anon</l>
                     <l>Her tearie face atwixt her armes hide,</l>
                     <l>For which this Pandare is ſo wo bigon,</l>
                     <l>That in the hous he might vnneth abide,</l>
                     <l>As he that felt ſorrow on every ſide,</l>
                     <l>For if Creſeide had erſt complained ſore,</l>
                     <l>Tho gan ſhe plaine a thouſand times more.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And in her aſpre plaint, thus ſhe ſeide:</l>
                     <l>Pandare, firſt of joies more than two</l>
                     <l>Was cauſe, cauſing vnto me Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>That now tranſmued ben in cruell wo,</l>
                     <l>Whether ſhall I ſay to you welcome or no?</l>
                     <l>That alderfirſt me brought vnto ſerviſe</l>
                     <l>Of love alas, that endeth in ſuch wiſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Endeth then love in wo? Ye or men lieth,</l>
                     <l>And all worldly bliſſe, as thinketh me,</l>
                     <l>The end of bliſſe aye ſorrow it occupieth,</l>
                     <l>And who troweth not that it ſo be,</l>
                     <l>Let him vpon me wofull wretche ſee,</l>
                     <l>That my ſelfe hate, and aye my birth curſe,</l>
                     <l>Feeling alway, fro wicke I go to worſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Who ſo me ſeeth, he ſeeth ſorow all atonis,</l>
                     <l>Paine, tourment, plaint, wo and diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>Out of my wofull body harme there none is,</l>
                     <l>As langour, anguiſh, cruell bitterneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Annoy, ſmart, drede, furie, and eke ſickneſſe,</l>
                     <l>I trow iwis from heaven teares raine,</l>
                     <l>For pitie of my aſpre and cruell paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And thou my ſuſter, full of diſcomfort,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) what thinkeſt thou to do?</l>
                     <l>Why ne haſt thou to thy ſelven ſome reſport?</l>
                     <l>Why wilt thou thus thy ſelfe alas fordo?</l>
                     <l>Leave all this werke, and take now heed to</l>
                     <l>That I ſhall ſaine, &amp; herken of good entent</l>
                     <l>This meſſage, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> by me Troilus you ſent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tourned her tho Creſeide a wo making,</l>
                     <l>So great, that it a death was for to ſee,</l>
                     <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) what wordes may ye bring,</l>
                     <l>What woll my dere hert ſaine to mee,</l>
                     <l>Which that I drede nevermore to ſee,</l>
                     <l>
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Woll he have plaint or teares ere I wend,</l>
                     <l>I have ynough, if he thereafter ſend.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>She was right ſuch to ſeene in her viſage,</l>
                     <l>As is that wight that men on beare bind,</l>
                     <l>Her face like of Paradis the image,</l>
                     <l>Was all ichaunged in another kind,</l>
                     <l>The play, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> laughter men were wont to find</l>
                     <l>On her, and eke her joyes everichone</l>
                     <l>Ben fled, and thus lieth Creſeide alone.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>About her eyen two, a purpre ring</l>
                     <l>Bitrent, in ſoothfaſt tokening of her paine,</l>
                     <l>That to behold it was a deadly thing,</l>
                     <l>For which Pandare might nat reſtraine</l>
                     <l>The teares from his eyen for to raine,</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe as he beſt might he ſeide</l>
                     <l>From Troilus theſe wordes to Creſeide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo nece, I trow ye han heard all how</l>
                     <l>The king with other Lordes for the beſt,</l>
                     <l>Hath made eſchaunge of Antenor and you,</l>
                     <l>That cauſe is of this ſorow and this vnreſt,</l>
                     <l>But how this caſe doth Troilus moleſt,</l>
                     <l>This may none yearthly mans tongue ſay,</l>
                     <l>For very wo, his wit is all away.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For which we have ſo ſorowed, he and I,</l>
                     <l>That into little it had vs both ſlaw,</l>
                     <l>But through my counſaile this day finally,</l>
                     <l>He ſomewhat is fro weeping withdraw,</l>
                     <l>And ſeemeth me that he deſireth faw</l>
                     <l>With you to ben all might for to deviſe</l>
                     <l>Remedie of this, if there were any wiſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This ſhort &amp; plain, theffect of my meſſage,</l>
                     <l>As ferforth as my wit can comprehend,</l>
                     <l>For ye that ben of tourment in ſuch rage,</l>
                     <l>May to no long prologue as now entend.</l>
                     <l>And herevpon ye may anſwere him ſend,</l>
                     <l>And for the love of God my nece dere,</l>
                     <l>So leave this wo or Troilus be here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Great is my wo (qd. ſhe) and ſighed ſore,</l>
                     <l>As ſhe that feeleth deadly ſharpe diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>But yet to me his ſorrow is mokell more,</l>
                     <l>That love him bet than he himſelfe I geſſe,</l>
                     <l>Alas, for me hath he ſuch hevineſſe,</l>
                     <l>Can he for me ſo pitouſly complaine,</l>
                     <l>Iwis this ſorow doubleth all my paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Greuous to me God wot is for to twin</l>
                     <l>(Qd. ſhe) but yet it harder is to me,</l>
                     <l>To ſeene that ſorrow which that he is in,</l>
                     <l>For well wot I, it woll my bane be,</l>
                     <l>And die I woll in certaine tho (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>But bid him come, er deth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thus me threteth,</l>
                     <l>Drive out y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ghoſt which in mine hart beteth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Theſe wordes ſaid, ſhe on her armes two</l>
                     <l>Fill gruffe, and gan to weepen pitouſly:</l>
                     <l>(Qd. Pandarus) alas, why doe ye ſo,</l>
                     <l>Sens ye well wote the time is faſt by</l>
                     <l>That he ſhall come, ariſe vp haſtely,</l>
                     <l>That he you nat biwopen thus ne find,</l>
                     <l>But ye woll have him wode out of his mind.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For wiſt he that ye farde in this manere;</l>
                     <l>He would himſelfe ſlea: and if I wend</l>
                     <l>To have this fare, he ſhould not come here;</l>
                     <l>For all the good that Priam may diſpend:</l>
                     <l>For to what fine he would anon pretend:</l>
                     <l>That know I well, and for thy yet I ſey,</l>
                     <l>So leave this ſorow, or plainly he woll dey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſhapeth you his ſorow for to abredge,</l>
                     <l>And nat encreaſe, lefe nece ſwete,</l>
                     <l>* Bethrather to him cauſe of plat than edge,</l>
                     <l>And with ſome wiſdome ye his ſorrowes bete,</l>
                     <l>What helpeth it to weepen full a ſtrete,</l>
                     <l>Or though ye both in ſalt teares dreint,</l>
                     <l>* Bet is a time of cure aye than of pleint.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I meane thus, when I him hither bring,</l>
                     <l>Sens ye be wiſe, and both of one aſſent,</l>
                     <l>So ſhapeth how to diſtour be your going,</l>
                     <l>Or come ayen ſoone after ye be went,</l>
                     <l>Women been wiſe, in ſhort aviſement,</l>
                     <l>And let ſeene how your wit ſhall availe,</l>
                     <l>And what that I may helpe, it ſhall nat faile.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Go (qd. Creſeide) and vncle truely.</l>
                     <l>I ſhall done all my might me to reſtraine</l>
                     <l>From weeping in his ſight, and buſily</l>
                     <l>Him fo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> to glad, I ſhall done all my paine,</l>
                     <l>And in my herte ſeeken every vaine,</l>
                     <l>If to his ſore there may ben founden ſalve,</l>
                     <l>It ſhall nat lacke certaine on mine halve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Goth Pandarus, and Troilus he ſought,</l>
                     <l>Till in a temple he found him all alone,</l>
                     <l>As he that of his life no lenger rought,</l>
                     <l>But to the pitous goddes everichone,</l>
                     <l>Full tenderly he praid, and made his mone,</l>
                     <l>To done him ſoone out of the world to pace,</l>
                     <l>For wel he thought there was none other grace.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſhortly all the ſoothe for to ſey,</l>
                     <l>He was ſo fallen in diſpaire that day,</l>
                     <l>That vtterly he ſhope him for to dey,</l>
                     <l>For right thus was his argument alway,</l>
                     <l>He ſaied he nas but lorne, welaway,</l>
                     <l>* For all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> commeth, commeth by neceſſitie,</l>
                     <l>Thus to ben lorne, it is my deſtinie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For certainly, this wote I well he ſaid,</l>
                     <l>That foreſight of devine purveiaunce</l>
                     <l>Had ſeen alway me to forgone Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>* Sens God ſee the very thing out of doutance</l>
                     <l>And hem diſpoſeth through his ordinance,</l>
                     <l>In his merites ſoothly for to be,</l>
                     <l>As they ſhull comen by predeſtine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But natheleſſe alas, whom ſhall I leve,</l>
                     <l>For there ben great clerkes many one,</l>
                     <l>That deſtinie, through argumentes preve,</l>
                     <l>And ſome ſaine, that nedely there is none,</l>
                     <l>But that free choice is yeven vs everychone,</l>
                     <l>* O welaway, ſo ſigh arne clerkes old,</l>
                     <l>That I not whoſe opinion I may hold.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* For ſome men ſain, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> God ſeeth all biforne,</l>
                     <l>Ne God may nat deceived ben parde,</l>
                     <l>Then mote it fallen, though men had it ſworn,</l>
                     <l>That purveiaunce hath ſeene beforne to be,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="307" facs="tcp:51487:171"/>
Wherefore I ſay, that from eterne if he</l>
                     <l>Hath wiſt beforn our thought eke as our dede,</l>
                     <l>* We have no free choice, as theſe clerks rede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For other thought, nor other deed alſo,</l>
                     <l>Might never been, but ſuch as purueyaunce,</l>
                     <l>Which may nat been deceived never mo,</l>
                     <l>Hath feled biforne, withouten ignoraunce,</l>
                     <l>* For if there might ben a variaunce</l>
                     <l>To writhen out fro Gods purveying,</l>
                     <l>There nere no preſcience of thing comming.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But it were rather an opinion</l>
                     <l>Vncertaine, and no ſtedfaſt foreſeeing,</l>
                     <l>* And certes that were an abuſion,</l>
                     <l>That God ſhould have no perfite clere weting</l>
                     <l>More than we men y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> have doutous wening,</l>
                     <l>But ſuch an errour vpon God to geſſe.</l>
                     <l>Were falſe, &amp; foule, and wicked curſedneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Eke this is an opinion of ſome,</l>
                     <l>That have her top ful high and ſmooth iſhore,</l>
                     <l>* They ſaine right thus, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thing is nat to come,</l>
                     <l>For that the preſcience hath ſeene before</l>
                     <l>That it ſhall come, but they ſain y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> therfore</l>
                     <l>That it ſhall come, therefore y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> purveyaunce</l>
                     <l>Wote it beforne withouten ignoraunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And in this manner this neceſſite</l>
                     <l>Retourneth in his part contrary againe,</l>
                     <l>For needfully behoueth it nat to be,</l>
                     <l>That thilke things fallen in certaine</l>
                     <l>* That ben purveied, but needfully as they ſaine</l>
                     <l>Behoueth it that thinges which that fall,</l>
                     <l>That they in certaine ben purveyed all.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I meane as though I laboured me in this,</l>
                     <l>To inquire w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> thing cauſe of w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> thing be,</l>
                     <l>* As whether that the preſcience of God is</l>
                     <l>The certaine cauſe of the neceſſite</l>
                     <l>Of things that to comen be parde,</l>
                     <l>Or if neceſſitie of thing comming,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe certaine of the purveying.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But now ne enforce I me not in ſhewing,</l>
                     <l>How y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> order of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cauſes ſtant, but well wot I</l>
                     <l>That it behoueth, that the befalling</l>
                     <l>Of things wiſt before certainly,</l>
                     <l>Be neceſſarie, all ſeeme it not thereby,</l>
                     <l>That preſcience put falling neceſſaire</l>
                     <l>To thing to come, all fall it foule or faire.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For if there ſit a man yond on a ſee,</l>
                     <l>That by neceſſitie behoueth it,</l>
                     <l>That certes thine opinion ſooth be,</l>
                     <l>That weneſt or conjecteſt that he ſit,</l>
                     <l>And further over, now ayenward yet,</l>
                     <l>Lo right ſo is it on the part contrarie,</l>
                     <l>As thus, now hearken, for I woll nat tarie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I ſay, that if the opinion of thee</l>
                     <l>Be ſooth for that he ſit, then ſay I this,</l>
                     <l>That he mote ſitten by neceſſitee,</l>
                     <l>And thus neceſſitie in either is,</l>
                     <l>For in him nede of ſitting is iwis,</l>
                     <l>And in the nede of ſooth, and thus forſoth</l>
                     <l>There mote neceſſitie ben in you both.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But thou maiſt ſaine y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> man ſit nat therfore,</l>
                     <l>That thine opinion of his ſitting ſooth is,</l>
                     <l>But rather for the man ſate there before,</l>
                     <l>Therefore is thine opinion ſooth iwis,</l>
                     <l>And I ſay though the cauſe of ſooth of this</l>
                     <l>Commeth of his ſitting, yet neceſſitee</l>
                     <l>As enterchaunged both in him and in thee.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus in the ſame wiſe out of doutaunce,</l>
                     <l>I may well maken, as it ſeemeth me,</l>
                     <l>My reaſoning of Goddes purveyaunce,</l>
                     <l>And of the thinges that to comen be,</l>
                     <l>By whiche reaſon men may well iſee,</l>
                     <l>That thilke thinges that in earth yfall,</l>
                     <l>That by neceſſitie they comen all.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For although that forthing ſhall come iwis</l>
                     <l>Therefore is it purveyed certainely,</l>
                     <l>Nat that it comnieth, for it purveyed is,</l>
                     <l>Yet natheleſſe behoueth it needfully,</l>
                     <l>That thing to come be purveyed truly,</l>
                     <l>Or els things that purveyed be,</l>
                     <l>That they betiden by neceſſite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And this ſuffiſeth right ynough certaine,</l>
                     <l>For to deſtroy our free choiſe everydell,</l>
                     <l>But now is this abuſion to ſaine,</l>
                     <l>That falling of the thinges temporell,</l>
                     <l>Is cauſe of the gods preſcience eternell.</l>
                     <l>Now truely that is a falſe ſentence,</l>
                     <l>That thing to com ſhuld cauſe his preſcience.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What might I wene, &amp; I had ſuch a thought?</l>
                     <l>But that God purveieth thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to come,</l>
                     <l>For that it is to come, and els nought:</l>
                     <l>So might I wene, that things all &amp; ſome,</l>
                     <l>That whylome ben befall and overcome,</l>
                     <l>Ben cauſe of thilke ſoveraine purveyaunce,</l>
                     <l>That forwote all, withouten ignoraunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And over all this, yet ſay I more thereto,</l>
                     <l>That right as when I wote there is a thing,</l>
                     <l>Iwis that thing mote needfully be ſo,</l>
                     <l>Eke right ſo, when I wot a thing comming,</l>
                     <l>So mote it come, and thus they befalling</l>
                     <l>Of things that ben wiſt before the tide,</l>
                     <l>They mowe not ben eſchewed on no ſide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then ſaid he thus, almighty Iove in trone,</l>
                     <l>That woteſt of all this thing y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſoothfaſtneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Rew on my ſorrow and do me dien ſone,</l>
                     <l>Or bring Creſeide and me fro this diſtreſſe.</l>
                     <l>And while he was in all this heavineſſe,</l>
                     <l>Diſputing with himſelfe in this matere,</l>
                     <l>Came Pandare in, and ſaid as ye may here.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O mighty God (qd. Pandarus) in trone,</l>
                     <l>Eigh, who ſaw ever a wiſe man faren ſo?</l>
                     <l>Why Troilus, what thinkeſt thou to done?</l>
                     <l>Haſt thou ſuch luſt to ben thine owne fo?</l>
                     <l>What parde, yet is nat Creſeide ago,</l>
                     <l>Why liſt theé ſo thy ſelfe fordone for drede,</l>
                     <l>That in thine head thine eyen ſemen dede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Haſt thou nat lived many a yere beforne</l>
                     <l>Withouten her, and farde full well at eaſe?</l>
                     <l>
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Art thou for her and for none other borne,</l>
                     <l>Hath kind thee wrought al only her to pleaſe?</l>
                     <l>Let be and thinke right thus in thy diſeaſe,</l>
                     <l>* That in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> dice right as ther fallen chaunces,</l>
                     <l>Right ſo in love there come &amp; gon pleſaunces.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And yet this is a wonder moſt of all,</l>
                     <l>Why thou thus ſoroweſt, ſith thou woſt nat yet</l>
                     <l>Touching her going, how that it ſhall fall,</l>
                     <l>Ne if ſhe can her ſelfe diſtourben it,</l>
                     <l>Thou haſt nat yet aſſaied all her wit,</l>
                     <l>* A man may all betime his necke bede</l>
                     <l>When it ſhall off, and ſorowen at the nede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For thy, take hede of all that I ſhall ſay,</l>
                     <l>I have with her iſpoke, and long ibe,</l>
                     <l>So as accorded was betwixe vs twey,</l>
                     <l>And evermore me thinketh thus, that ſhe</l>
                     <l>Hath ſomewhat in her hearts privite,</l>
                     <l>Wherewith ſhe can, if I ſhall aright rede,</l>
                     <l>Diſturbe all this, of which thou art in drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For which my counſell is, when it is night,</l>
                     <l>Thou to her go, and make of this an end,</l>
                     <l>And bliſfull Iuno, through her great might,</l>
                     <l>Shall (as I hope) her grace vnto vs ſend,</l>
                     <l>Mine hart ſeith certaine ſhe ſhall nat wend,</l>
                     <l>And for thy, put thine heart a while in reſt,</l>
                     <l>And hold thy purpoſe, for it is the beſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus anſwerde, and ſighed ſore,</l>
                     <l>Thou ſaiſt right well, and I will do right ſo,</l>
                     <l>And what him liſt, he ſaid vnto him more,</l>
                     <l>And when that it was time for to go,</l>
                     <l>Full prively himſelfe withouten mo</l>
                     <l>Vnto her came, as he was wont to done,</l>
                     <l>And how they wrought, I ſhall you tell ſoone.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sooth is, that when they gon firſt to mete,</l>
                     <l>So gan the paine her hearts for to twiſt,</l>
                     <l>That neither of hem other might grete,</l>
                     <l>But hem in armes tooke, and after kiſt,</l>
                     <l>The laſſe wofull of hem both niſt</l>
                     <l>Where y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he was, ne might o word outbring,</l>
                     <l>As I ſaid erſt, for wo and for ſobbing.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The wofull teares that they leten fall,</l>
                     <l>As bitter weren out of teares kind</l>
                     <l>For paine, as is ligne aloes, or gall,</l>
                     <l>So bitter teares wept not as I find</l>
                     <l>The wofull Mirra, through the barke &amp; rind,</l>
                     <l>That in this world there nis ſo hard an hart,</l>
                     <l>That nolde have rewed on her paines ſmart.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But when her wofull wery ghoſts twaine</l>
                     <l>Returned ben, there as hem ought to dwell,</l>
                     <l>And that ſomewhat to weken gan the paine</l>
                     <l>By length of plaint, and ebben gan the well</l>
                     <l>Of her teares, and the heart vnſwell,</l>
                     <l>With broken voice, al horſe for ſhright, Creſeid</l>
                     <l>To Troilus theſe ilke words ſeid.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O Iove I die, and mercy thee beſech,</l>
                     <l>Helpe Troilus: and therewithal her face</l>
                     <l>Vpon his breſt ſhe laid, and loſt her ſpeech,</l>
                     <l>Her wofull ſpirite from his proper place</l>
                     <l>Right with the worde, away in point to pace,</l>
                     <l>And thus ſhe lith, with hewes pale &amp; grene,</l>
                     <l>That whilom freſh and faireſt was to ſene.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus that on her gan behold,</l>
                     <l>Cleping her name, and ſhe lay as for deed,</l>
                     <l>Withouten anſwere, &amp; felt her ſimmes cold,</l>
                     <l>Her eien throwen vpward to her heed:</l>
                     <l>This ſorowful man, can now non other rede</l>
                     <l>But oft time her colde mouth he kiſt,</l>
                     <l>Where him was wo, God and himſelf it wiſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>He riſeth him vp, &amp; long ſtraite he her leide,</l>
                     <l>For ſigne of life, for aught he can or may,</l>
                     <l>Can he none finde, in nothing of Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>For which his ſong full oft is welaway:</l>
                     <l>But when he ſaw that ſpechleſſe ſhe lay,</l>
                     <l>With ſorowful voice, &amp; hart of bliſſe al bare,</l>
                     <l>He ſaid, how ſhe was fro this world ifare.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>So after that he long had her complained,</l>
                     <l>His hondes wrong, and ſaid that was to ſey,</l>
                     <l>And with his teeres ſalt her breſt berained,</l>
                     <l>He gan tho teeres wipen off full drey,</l>
                     <l>And pitouſly gan for the ſoule prey,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, Lord that ſet art in thy trone,</l>
                     <l>Rewe eke on me, for I ſhall folow her ſone.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>She cold was, and without ſentement,</l>
                     <l>For ought he wote, for brethe felt he none,</l>
                     <l>And this was him a preignant argument,</l>
                     <l>That ſhe was forth out of this world agone:</l>
                     <l>And when he ſaw there was non other wonne,</l>
                     <l>He gan her limmes dreſſe, in ſuch manere,</l>
                     <l>As men don hem that ſhall ben laide on bere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And after this, with ſterne and cruel hart,</l>
                     <l>His ſwerde anon out of his ſheth he twight,</l>
                     <l>Him ſelfe to ſleen, how ſore that him ſmart,</l>
                     <l>So that his ſoule, her ſoule folowen might,</l>
                     <l>There as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> dome of Minos would it dight,</l>
                     <l>Sith love and cruel fortune it ne would,</l>
                     <l>That in this world he lenger liven ſhould.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then ſaid he thus, fulfilde of high diſdaine,</l>
                     <l>O cruel Iove, and thou fortune adverſe,</l>
                     <l>This is all and ſome, that falſly have ye ſlaine</l>
                     <l>Creſeide, and ſith ye may do me ne werſe,</l>
                     <l>Fie on your might and werkes ſo diverſe,</l>
                     <l>Thus cowardly ye ſhull me never winne,</l>
                     <l>There ſhall no deth me fro my lady twinne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For I this world, ſith ye have ſlain her thus</l>
                     <l>Woll let, and folow her ſpirite low or hie,</l>
                     <l>Shal never lover ſaine that Troilus,</l>
                     <l>Dare nat for feare with his lady die,</l>
                     <l>For certaine I woll beare her companie,</l>
                     <l>But ſithe ye wol nat ſuffre vs liven here,</l>
                     <l>Yet ſuffreth that our ſoules ben ifere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And thou Citie in which I live in wo,</l>
                     <l>And thou Priam, and brethren al ifere,</l>
                     <l>And thou my mother, farewell for I go,</l>
                     <l>And Attropoſe make redy thou my bere:</l>
                     <l>And thou Creſeide, O ſwete hart dere,</l>
                     <l>Receive now my ſpirite, would he ſey</l>
                     <l>With ſwerde at hart, all redy for to dey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>But as God would, of ſwough ſhe abraide,</l>
                     <l>And gan to ſighe, and Troilus ſhe cride,</l>
                     <l>And he anſwerde, lady mine Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>Live ye yet? and let his ſwerde doun glide:</l>
                     <l>Ye hart mine, that thanked be Cupide,</l>
                     <l>(Qd. ſhe) and therewithal ſhe ſore ſight,</l>
                     <l>And he began to glade her as he might.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Toke her in armes two and kiſt her oft,</l>
                     <l>And her to glad, he did al his entent,</l>
                     <l>For which her goſt, that flikered aie a loft,</l>
                     <l>Into her wofull hart ayen it went:</l>
                     <l>But at the laſt, as that her eye glent</l>
                     <l>Aſide, anon ſhe gan his ſworde aſpie,</l>
                     <l>As it lay bare, and gan for feare crie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And asked him why he had it out draw,</l>
                     <l>And Troilus anon the cauſe her told,</l>
                     <l>And how himſelf therwith he wold have ſlaw,</l>
                     <l>For which Creſeide vpon him gan behold,</l>
                     <l>And gan him in her armes faſt fold,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid, O mercy God, lo which a dede</l>
                     <l>Alas, how nigh we weren both dede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then if I nadde ſpoken, as grace was,</l>
                     <l>Ye would have ſlain your ſelfe anon (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>Ye doutleſſe: and ſhe anſwerde alas,</l>
                     <l>For by that ilke lorde that made me,</l>
                     <l>I nolde a forlong way on live have be,</l>
                     <l>After your deth, to have ben crouned Quene</l>
                     <l>Of al the londe the ſunne on ſhineth ſhene.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But with this ſelve ſword, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> here is</l>
                     <l>My ſelfe I would have ſlain (qd. ſhe) tho:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But ho, for we have right inough of this,</l>
                     <l>And let vs riſe and ſtraite to bedde go:</l>
                     <l>And there let vs ſpeken of our wo,</l>
                     <l>For by that morter, which that I ſee brenne,</l>
                     <l>Know I ful well, that day is nat farre henne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When they wer in her bed in armes fold,</l>
                     <l>Naught was it like tho nights here beforne,</l>
                     <l>For petouſly ech other gan behold,</l>
                     <l>As they that hadden al her bliſſe ilorne,</l>
                     <l>Bewailing aie the day that they were borne,</l>
                     <l>Til at the laſt, this ſorowful wight Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>To Troilus theſe ilke words ſeide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo hart mine, wel wote ye this (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>* That if a wight alway his wo complaine,</l>
                     <l>And ſeketh nat how holpen for to be,</l>
                     <l>It nis but folie, and encreace of paine:</l>
                     <l>And ſens that here aſſembled be we twaine,</l>
                     <l>To find bote of wo that we ben in,</l>
                     <l>It were time al ſone to begin.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I am a woman, as ful wel ye wotte,</l>
                     <l>And as I am aviſed ſodainly,</l>
                     <l>So wol I tel you, while it is hotte,</l>
                     <l>Me thinketh thus, that neyther ye nor I,</l>
                     <l>Ought halfe this wo to maken skilfully,</l>
                     <l>For there is art inough for to redreſſe,</l>
                     <l>That yet is miſſe, and ſleen this hevineſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Soth is, the wo the which we ben inne,</l>
                     <l>For aught I wote, for nothing els is,</l>
                     <l>But for the cauſe that we ſhould twinne,</l>
                     <l>Conſidred al, there nis no more amis:</l>
                     <l>And what is then a remedy vnto this?</l>
                     <l>But that we ſhape vs ſone for to mete,</l>
                     <l>This al and ſome, my dere hart ſwete.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now that I ſhall wel bringen it about</l>
                     <l>To comen ayen, ſone after that I go,</l>
                     <l>Thereof am I no maner thing in dout,</l>
                     <l>For dredeleſſe, within a weke or two</l>
                     <l>I ſhal ben here: and that it may be ſo,</l>
                     <l>By all right, and in words few,</l>
                     <l>I ſhal you wel an heape of waies ſhew.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For which I woll nat maken long ſermon,</l>
                     <l>* For time iloſt may not recovered be,</l>
                     <l>But I will go to my concluſion,</l>
                     <l>And to the beſt, in aught that I can ſee:</l>
                     <l>And for the love of God foryeve it me,</l>
                     <l>If I ſpeake aught ayenſt your harts reſt,</l>
                     <l>For trewly I ſpeake it for the beſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Making alway a proteſtacion,</l>
                     <l>That now theſe words which I ſhal ſay,</l>
                     <l>Nis but to ſhew you my mocion,</l>
                     <l>To find vnto our helpe the beſt way,</l>
                     <l>And take it no otherwiſe I pray,</l>
                     <l>For in effect, what ſo ye me commaund,</l>
                     <l>That wol I done, for that is no demaund.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now herkeneth this, ye have wel vnderſtond</l>
                     <l>My going graunted is by parliment,</l>
                     <l>So ferforth that it may not ben withſtond,</l>
                     <l>For al this world, as by my judgement:</l>
                     <l>And ſithe there helpeth none aviſement,</l>
                     <l>To letten it, lette it paſſe out of mind,</l>
                     <l>And let vs ſhape a better way to find.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The ſothe is, the twinning of vs twaine,</l>
                     <l>Wol vs diſeaſe, and cruelly anoie:</l>
                     <l>* But him behoveth ſometime have a paine,</l>
                     <l>That ſerveth love, if that he woll have joie:</l>
                     <l>And ſith I ſhall no farther out of Troie</l>
                     <l>Than I may ride ayen on halfe a morow,</l>
                     <l>It ought laſſe cauſen vs for to ſorow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>So as I ſhal nat ſo ben hid in mew,</l>
                     <l>That day by day, mine owne hart dere,</l>
                     <l>Sens well ye wote that it is now a trew,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhal ful wel al mine eſtate here:</l>
                     <l>Aud er that truce is done, I ſhal ben here,</l>
                     <l>Than have ye both Antenor iwonne,</l>
                     <l>And me alſo, bethe glad now if ye conne.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And think right thus, Creſeid is now agon,</l>
                     <l>But what, ſhe ſhal come haſtely ayen,</l>
                     <l>And when alas? by God, lo right anon</l>
                     <l>Er daies ten, this dare I ſafely ſaine,</l>
                     <l>And then at erſt, ſhal we be ſo faine,</l>
                     <l>So as we ſhal togithers ever dwell,</l>
                     <l>That al this world ne might our bliſſe tell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I ſee that oft time, there as we ben now</l>
                     <l>That for the beſt, our counſaile for to hide,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſpeke nat with me, nor I with you</l>
                     <l>In fourtenight, ne ſee you go ne ride:</l>
                     <l>May ye nat ten daies then abide,</l>
                     <l>
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For mine honour, in ſuch aventure?</l>
                     <l>Iwis ye mowe, or els lite endure.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye know eke how that all my kin is here,</l>
                     <l>But if that onely it my father be,</l>
                     <l>And eke mine other thinges al ifere,</l>
                     <l>And namely my dere herte ye,</l>
                     <l>Whom that I nolde leaven for to ſee,</l>
                     <l>For al this world, as wide as it hath ſpace,</l>
                     <l>Or els ſee I never Ioves face.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Why trowe ye my father in this wiſe,</l>
                     <l>Coveiteth ſo to ſee me, but for drede,</l>
                     <l>Leſt in this toune that folkes me diſpiſe,</l>
                     <l>Bicauſe of him, for his vnhappy dede?</l>
                     <l>What wote my father what life that I lede,</l>
                     <l>For if he wiſt in Troie how wel I fare,</l>
                     <l>Vs neded for my wending nat to care.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye, that every day eke more and more,</l>
                     <l>Men treate of peace, and it ſuppoſed is,</l>
                     <l>That men the quene Heleine ſhall reſtore,</l>
                     <l>And Grekes vs reſtore that is mis:</l>
                     <l>Though there nere comfort none but this,</l>
                     <l>That men purpoſen peace on every ſide,</l>
                     <l>Ye may the better at eaſe of hart abide,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For if that it be peace, mine hart dere,</l>
                     <l>The nature of the peace mote nedes drive,</l>
                     <l>That men muſt entrecomune ifere,</l>
                     <l>And to and fro eke ride and gone as blive,</l>
                     <l>Al day as thicke as Been flien from an hive,</l>
                     <l>And every wight have liberty to bleve</l>
                     <l>Where as him liſt, the bet withouten leve.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And tho ſo be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> peace ther may bene none,</l>
                     <l>Yet hither, though ther never peace ne were,</l>
                     <l>I muſt come, for whider ſhould I gone,</l>
                     <l>Or how miſchaunce ſhould I dwell there</l>
                     <l>Among tho men of armes ever in fere,</l>
                     <l>For which, as wiſely God my ſoule rede,</l>
                     <l>I can nat ſene wherof ye ſhould drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Have here another way, if it ſo be</l>
                     <l>That al this thing ne may you not ſuffice,</l>
                     <l>My father as ye knowen well parde,</l>
                     <l>Is olde, and eke full of covetiſe,</l>
                     <l>And I right now have founden al the giſe,</l>
                     <l>Withouten nette, wherwith I ſhal him hent,</l>
                     <l>And herkeneth now, if that ye woll aſſent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo Troilus, men ſaine, That ful hard it is</l>
                     <l>* The wolfe ful, and the wedder hole to have,</l>
                     <l>This is to ſaine, that men full oft iwis,</l>
                     <l>Mote ſpenden parte, the remnant for to ſave:</l>
                     <l>For aie with Gold, men may the harte grave,</l>
                     <l>Of him that ſet is vpon covetiſe,</l>
                     <l>And how I meane, I ſhal it you deviſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The moveable, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I have in this toun</l>
                     <l>Vnto my father ſhal I take, and ſay,</l>
                     <l>That right for truſt, and for ſalvatioun,</l>
                     <l>It ſent is from a frende of his or tway,</l>
                     <l>The which frendes fervently him pray,</l>
                     <l>To ſende after more, and that in hie,</l>
                     <l>While that this toun ſtant thus in ieopardie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And that ſhal be of gold an huge quantite,</l>
                     <l>Thus ſhal I ſain, but leſt folke it aſpide,</l>
                     <l>This may be ſent by no wight but by me:</l>
                     <l>I ſhal eke ſhewen him, if peace betide</l>
                     <l>What frends that I have on every ſide,</l>
                     <l>Toward the court, to don the wrath pace,</l>
                     <l>Of Priamus, and do him ſtonde in grace.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>So what for o thing and for other, ſwete,</l>
                     <l>I ſhal him ſo enchaunten with my ſawes,</l>
                     <l>That right in heven his ſoule is, ſhal he mete,</l>
                     <l>For all Apollo, or his clerkes lawes,</l>
                     <l>Or calculing, availeth not three hawes:</l>
                     <l>Deſire of Gold ſhall ſo his ſoule blend,</l>
                     <l>That as me liſt, I ſhall wel make an end.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And if he would aught by his ſort it preve,</l>
                     <l>If that I lie, in certaine I ſhall fond</l>
                     <l>To diſturben him, &amp; plucke him by the ſleve,</l>
                     <l>Making his ſort, and bearen him on hond,</l>
                     <l>He hath nat well the goddes vnderſtond,</l>
                     <l>* For goddes ſpeke in amphibologies,</l>
                     <l>And for o ſothe, they tellen twenty lies.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Eke drede fond firſt goddes, I ſuppoſe,</l>
                     <l>Thus ſhall I ſaine, &amp; that his coward hert,</l>
                     <l>Made him amis the goddes text to gloſe,</l>
                     <l>When he for ferde out of Delphos ſtert:</l>
                     <l>And but I make him ſone to convert,</l>
                     <l>And done my rede, within a day or twey,</l>
                     <l>I wol to you oblige me to dey.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And trewly, as written wel I find,</l>
                     <l>That al this thing was ſaid of good entent,</l>
                     <l>And that her hart trewe was and kind</l>
                     <l>Towardes him, and ſpake right as ſhe ment,</l>
                     <l>And that ſhe ſtarfe for wo nigh when ſhe went,</l>
                     <l>And was in purpoſe ever to be trewe,</l>
                     <l>Thus writen they, that of her werkes knew.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This Troilus, with hart and eeres ſprad</l>
                     <l>Herde al this thing deviſed to and fro,</l>
                     <l>And verily it ſeemed that he had</l>
                     <l>The ſelve witte, but yet to let her go</l>
                     <l>His hart miſyave him evermo,</l>
                     <l>But finally he gan his herte wreſt,</l>
                     <l>To truſten her, and toke it for the beſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For which the great fury of his penaunce,</l>
                     <l>Was queint with hope, &amp; therewith hem be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>twene</l>
                     <l>Began for joy the amorous daunce,</l>
                     <l>And as the birdes, when the ſunne ſhene,</l>
                     <l>Deliten in her ſonge, in leves greene,</l>
                     <l>Right ſo the wordes, that they ſpake ifere,</l>
                     <l>Deliten hem, and made her hertes chere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But natheleſſe, the wending of Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>For al this world may nat out of his mind,</l>
                     <l>For which ful oft he pitouſly her preide,</l>
                     <l>That of her heſte he might her trewe find:</l>
                     <l>And ſaid her, certes if ye be kind,</l>
                     <l>And but ye come at day ſet, in Troie,</l>
                     <l>Ne ſhal I never have heale, honor, ne joie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For alſo ſothe as ſunne vpriſt to morow,</l>
                     <l>And God ſo wiſely thou me woful wretch</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="311" facs="tcp:51487:173"/>
To reſt bring, out of this cruel ſorow,</l>
                     <l>I wol my ſelven ſlee, if that ye dretch:</l>
                     <l>But of my death though little be to retch,</l>
                     <l>Yet er that ye me cauſen ſo to ſmart,</l>
                     <l>Dwel rather here my owne ſwete hart.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For trewly mine owne lady dere,</l>
                     <l>The ſleights yet, that I have herd you ſtere,</l>
                     <l>Ful ſhapely ben to fallen all ifere,</l>
                     <l>* For thus men ſaith, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> one thinketh the bere,</l>
                     <l>But al another thinketh the ledere,</l>
                     <l>Your ſire is wiſe, and ſaid is out of drede,</l>
                     <l>* Men may the wiſe out renne, &amp; not out rede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* It is full harde to halten vneſpied</l>
                     <l>Before a crepil, for he can the craft,</l>
                     <l>Your father is in ſleight as Argus eied,</l>
                     <l>For al be it that his movable is him biraft,</l>
                     <l>His old ſleight is yet ſo with him laft,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhal nat blende him for your womanhede</l>
                     <l>Ne faine aright, and that is all my drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I not if peace ſhal evermo betide,</l>
                     <l>But peace or no, for erneſt ne for game,</l>
                     <l>I wote ſith Calcas on the Grekes ſide,</l>
                     <l>Hath ones ben, and loſt ſo foule his name,</l>
                     <l>He dare no more come here ayen for ſhame,</l>
                     <l>For which that we, for ought I can eſpie,</l>
                     <l>To truſten on, nis but a fantaſie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye ſhal eke ſeen your father ſhall you gloſe,</l>
                     <l>To ben a wife, and as he can well prech,</l>
                     <l>He ſhal ſome Greke ſo preiſe and wel aloſe,</l>
                     <l>That raviſhen he ſhal you with his ſpech:</l>
                     <l>Or do you done by force, as he ſhall tech,</l>
                     <l>And Troilus on whom ye nil have routh,</l>
                     <l>Shall cauſeleſſe ſo ſterven in his trouth.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And over al this your father ſhall diſpiſe</l>
                     <l>Vs al, and ſaine this cite is but lorne,</l>
                     <l>And that thaſſege never ſhall ariſe,</l>
                     <l>For why the Grekes have it al ſworne,</l>
                     <l>Til we ben ſlaine, and doun our walles torne,</l>
                     <l>And thus he ſhal you with his words fere,</l>
                     <l>That aie drede I, that ye wol bleven there.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ye ſhall eke ſene ſo many a luſty knight,</l>
                     <l>Among the Grekes ful of worthineſſe,</l>
                     <l>And ech of hem, with hart, wit, and might</l>
                     <l>To pleaſen you, done al his buſineſſe,</l>
                     <l>That ye ſhull dullen of the rudeneſſe</l>
                     <l>Of lely Troians, but if routhe</l>
                     <l>Remorde you, or vertue of your trouthe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And this to me ſo grevouſe is to thinke,</l>
                     <l>That fro my breſt it wol my ſoule rende,</l>
                     <l>Ne dredeleſſe, in me there may nat ſinke</l>
                     <l>O good opinion, if that ye wende,</l>
                     <l>For why, your fathers ſleight woll vs ſhende,</l>
                     <l>And if ye gone, as I have tolde you yore,</l>
                     <l>So thinke I nam but deed, withouten more.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For which with humble, true &amp; pitous hart</l>
                     <l>A thouſand times mercy I you pray,</l>
                     <l>So reweth on mine aſpre paines ſmart,</l>
                     <l>And doth ſomwhat, as that I ſhall you ſay:</l>
                     <l>And let vs ſteale away betwixt vs tway,</l>
                     <l>And thinke y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> foly is, when a man may cheſe</l>
                     <l>For accident, his ſubſtaunce for to leſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I meane thus, that ſens we mowe or day</l>
                     <l>Wel ſteale away, and ben togither ſo,</l>
                     <l>What wit were it to putten in aſſay,</l>
                     <l>(In caſe ye ſhoulden to your father go)</l>
                     <l>If that ye mighten come ayen or no:</l>
                     <l>Thus meane I, that were a great follie</l>
                     <l>To put that ſikerneſſe in jeopardie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And vulgarly to ſpeken of ſubſtaunce,</l>
                     <l>Of treaſour may we both with vs lede,</l>
                     <l>Ynough to live in honour and pleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>Til vnto time that we ſhall ben dede:</l>
                     <l>And thus we may eſchewen all this drede,</l>
                     <l>For every other waie ye can record,</l>
                     <l>Mine hart iwis may therewith nat acord.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And hardely ne dredeth no poverte,</l>
                     <l>For I have kin and frendes els where,</l>
                     <l>That though we comen in our bare ſherte,</l>
                     <l>Vs ſhould never lacke Golde ne geere,</l>
                     <l>But ben honoured while we dwelten there,</l>
                     <l>And go we anone, for as in mine entent,</l>
                     <l>This is the beſt, if that ye woll aſſent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Creſeide with a ſigh, right in this wiſe</l>
                     <l>Anſwerde, iwis my dere hart trew,</l>
                     <l>We may well ſteale away, as ye deviſe,</l>
                     <l>And finden ſuch vnthrifty waies new:</l>
                     <l>But afterward full ſore it woll vs rew,</l>
                     <l>And helpe me God ſo at my moſt nede,</l>
                     <l>As cauſeleſſe ye ſuffren al this drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For thilke day that I for cheriſhing,</l>
                     <l>Of drede of father, or for any other wight,</l>
                     <l>Or for eſtate, delite, or for wedding,</l>
                     <l>Be falſe to you, my Troilus my knight,</l>
                     <l>Saturnus doughter Iuno, through her miȝt</l>
                     <l>As wood as Achamante do me dwell</l>
                     <l>Eternally with Stix in the pit of Hell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And this, on every God celeſtiall</l>
                     <l>I ſwere it you, and eke on eche Goddeſſe,</l>
                     <l>On every nimphe, and deite infernall,</l>
                     <l>On Satiry and fauny more and leſſe,</l>
                     <l>That halve goddes ben of wilderneſſe,</l>
                     <l>And Attropos my threde of life to breſt,</l>
                     <l>If I be falſe, now trowe me if you leſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And thou Simois, that, as an arowe, clere</l>
                     <l>Throgh Troy renneſt, aie dounward to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſee,</l>
                     <l>Be witneſſe of this word, that ſaid is here,</l>
                     <l>That thilke day that I vntrewe be</l>
                     <l>To Troilus, mine owne hart fre,</l>
                     <l>That thou return backwarde to thy well,</l>
                     <l>And I with body and ſoule ſinke to hell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But that ye ſpeake away thus for to go,</l>
                     <l>And letten all your frendes, God forbede,</l>
                     <l>For any woman that ye ſhoulden ſo,</l>
                     <l>And namely, ſens Troy hath now ſuch nede</l>
                     <l>Of helpe, and eke of o thing taketh hede,</l>
                     <l>If this were wiſt, my life lay in ballaunce,</l>
                     <l>And your honor, God ſhild vs fro miſchaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <pb n="312" facs="tcp:51487:174"/>
                     <l>And if ſo be that peace hereafter be take,</l>
                     <l>* As all day happeth after anger game,</l>
                     <l>Why lord the ſorow &amp; wo ye wolden make,</l>
                     <l>That ye ne durſt come ayen for ſhame,</l>
                     <l>And ere that ye ieoparden ſo your name,</l>
                     <l>* Beth nat too haſty in this hotte fare,</l>
                     <l>For haſty man ne wanteth never care.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What trowe ye the people eke all about</l>
                     <l>Would of it ſay? it is full light to arede,</l>
                     <l>They woulden ſay, and ſwere it out of dout,</l>
                     <l>That love ne drave you nat to done this dede</l>
                     <l>But luſt voluptuous, and coward drede,</l>
                     <l>Thus were all loſt iwis mine herte dere</l>
                     <l>Your honour, whiche that now ſhineth clere.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And alſo thinketh on mine honeſte,</l>
                     <l>That floureth yet, how foul I ſhould it ſhend,</l>
                     <l>And with what filth it ſpotted ſhulde be,</l>
                     <l>If in this forme I ſhould with you wend,</l>
                     <l>Ne though I lived unto the worlds end,</l>
                     <l>My name ſhould I never ayenward win,</l>
                     <l>Thus were I loſt, and that were routh &amp; ſin.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And for thy, ſlee with reaſon all this hete,</l>
                     <l>Men ſain, the ſuffraunt overcommeth parde,</l>
                     <l>Eke whoſo woll have lefe, he lefe mote lete,</l>
                     <l>Thus maketh vertue of neceſſite</l>
                     <l>By patience, and thinke that lord is he</l>
                     <l>Of fortune aye, that naught woll of her retch,</l>
                     <l>And ſhe ne daunteth no wight but a wretch.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And truſteth this, that certes herte ſwete,</l>
                     <l>Or Phebus ſuſter, Lucina the ſhene,</l>
                     <l>The Lion paſſe out of this Arite,</l>
                     <l>I woll been here, withouten any wene,</l>
                     <l>I meane, as help me Iuno heavens Quene,</l>
                     <l>The tenth day, but if that death m<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>aſſaile,</l>
                     <l>I woll you ſeene, withouten any faile.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And now ſo this be ſooth (qd. Troilus)</l>
                     <l>I ſhall well ſuffer unto the tenth day,</l>
                     <l>Sens that I ſee that nede it mote ben thus,</l>
                     <l>But for the love of God, if be it may,</l>
                     <l>So let us ſtealen prively away,</l>
                     <l>For ever in one, as for to live in reſt,</l>
                     <l>Mine hert ſaieth that it woll be the beſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O mercy God, what life is this (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>Alas, ye ſlea me thus for very tene,</l>
                     <l>I ſee well now that ye miſtruſten me,</l>
                     <l>For by your wordes it is well iſene,</l>
                     <l>Now for the love of Scinthia the ſhene,</l>
                     <l>Miſtruſt me nat thus cauſeleſſe for routh,</l>
                     <l>Sens to be true I have you plight my trouth</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And thinketh well, that ſometime it is wit</l>
                     <l>To ſpend a time, a time for to win,</l>
                     <l>Ne parde lorne am I nat fro you yet,</l>
                     <l>Though that we ben a day or two atwin,</l>
                     <l>Drive out tho fantaſies you within,</l>
                     <l>And truſteth me, and leaveth eke your ſorow,</l>
                     <l>Or here my trouth, I wol nat live til morow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For if ye wiſt how ſore it doth me ſmart,</l>
                     <l>Ye would ceſſe of this, for God thou woſt</l>
                     <l>The pure ſpirit weepeth in mine hart</l>
                     <l>To ſeen you weepen, which that I love moſt,</l>
                     <l>And that I mote gone unto the Greekes hoſt,</l>
                     <l>Ye, nere it that I wiſt a remedy</l>
                     <l>To come ayen, right here I wolde dy.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But certes I am not ſo nice a wight,</l>
                     <l>That I ne can imaginen a way</l>
                     <l>To come ayen that day that I have hight,</l>
                     <l>For who may holden a thing that woll away,</l>
                     <l>My father naught, for all his queint play,</l>
                     <l>And by my thrift, my wending out of Troy</l>
                     <l>Another day ſhall tourne us all to joy.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For thy, with all mine heart I you beſeke,</l>
                     <l>If that you liſt done aught for my prayere,</l>
                     <l>And for the love which that I love you eke,</l>
                     <l>That ere I departe fro you here,</l>
                     <l>That of ſo good a comfort and a chere</l>
                     <l>I may you ſeen, that ye may bring at reſt</l>
                     <l>My hart, which is at point to breſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And over all this I pray you (qd. ſhe) tho,</l>
                     <l>My own herts ſoothfaſt ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                     <l>Sith I am thine all hole withouten mo,</l>
                     <l>That while that I am abſent, no pleaſaunce</l>
                     <l>Of other, do me fro your remembraunce:</l>
                     <l>For I am ever agaſt, for why men rede,</l>
                     <l>* That love is thing aye full of buſie drede.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For in this world there liveth lady none,</l>
                     <l>If that ye were vntrue, as God defend,</l>
                     <l>That ſo betrayed were, or wo begon,</l>
                     <l>As I, that all trouth in you entend:</l>
                     <l>And doubtleſſe, if that iche other wend,</l>
                     <l>I nere but dead, and ere ye cauſe find,</l>
                     <l>For Goddes love, ſo beth ye nat unkind.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To this anſwered Troilus, and ſeide,</l>
                     <l>Now God, to whom there nis no cauſe iwrie,</l>
                     <l>Me glad, as wis I never unto Creſeide,</l>
                     <l>Sith thilke day I ſaw her firſt with eye,</l>
                     <l>Was falſe, ne never ſhall till that I die,</l>
                     <l>At ſhort wordes, well ye may me leue,</l>
                     <l>I can no more, it ſhall be found at preue.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Graunt mercy good hert mine iwis (qd. ſhe)</l>
                     <l>And blisful Venus let me never ſterve,</l>
                     <l>Er I may ſtonde of pleaſaunce in degre,</l>
                     <l>To quite him well, that ſo well can deſerve:</l>
                     <l>And while that God my wit will me conſerve</l>
                     <l>I ſhall ſo done, ſo true I have you found,</l>
                     <l>That aie honour to me ward ſhall rebound.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For truſteth well, that your eſtate royall,</l>
                     <l>Ne vaine delite, nor onely worthineſſe</l>
                     <l>Of you in werre or turnay marciall,</l>
                     <l>Ne pompe, array, nobley, or eke richeſſe:</l>
                     <l>Ne made me to rue on your diſtreſſe,</l>
                     <l>But moral vertue, grounded upon trouth,</l>
                     <l>That was the cauſe I firſt had on you routh.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Eke gentle hart, and manhood that ye had,</l>
                     <l>And that ye had (as me thought) in diſpite</l>
                     <l>Every thing that ſowned in to bad,</l>
                     <l>As rudeneſſe, and peopliſh appetite</l>
                     <l>
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And that your reaſon bridled your delite,</l>
                     <l>This made aboven every creature,</l>
                     <l>That I was yours, &amp; ſhall while I may dure.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And this may length of yeres itat fordoe,</l>
                     <l>Ne remuableſt fortune deface,</l>
                     <l>But Iupiter, that of his might may doe</l>
                     <l>The ſorowfull to be glad, ſo yeve vs grace</l>
                     <l>Er nights tenne, to meten in this place,</l>
                     <l>So that it may your harte and mine ſuffiſe,</l>
                     <l>And fareth now well, for time is that ye riſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And after that they long yplained had,</l>
                     <l>And oft ikiſt, and ſtraite in armes fold,</l>
                     <l>The day gan riſe, and Troilus him clad,</l>
                     <l>And rufully his Lady gan behold:</l>
                     <l>As he that felt deaths cares cold,</l>
                     <l>And to her grace he gan him recommaund,</l>
                     <l>Where he was wo, this hold I no demaund.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For mans hedde imaginen ne can,</l>
                     <l>Ne entendement conſider, ne tongue tell</l>
                     <l>The cruell paines of this ſorowfull man,</l>
                     <l>That paſſen every torment doune in hell:</l>
                     <l>For when he ſaw that ſhe ne might dwell,</l>
                     <l>Which that his ſoule out of his hart rent,</l>
                     <l>Withouten more, out of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> chamber he went.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
            </div>
            <div n="5" type="book">
               <head>Incipit Liber Quintus.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>A Prochen gan the fatall deſtine,</l>
                  <l>That Ioves hath in diſpoſicioun,</l>
                  <l>And to you angry Parcas ſuſtren thre,</l>
                  <l>Committeth to done execucioun,</l>
                  <l>For which Creſeide muſt out of the toun,</l>
                  <l>And Troilus ſhall dwell forth in pine,</l>
                  <l>Till Lacheſis his threde no lenger twine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The golden treſſed Phebus high on loft,</l>
                  <l>Thriſe had all with his beames clere</l>
                  <l>The Snowes molte, and Zephirus as oft</l>
                  <l>I brought ayen the tender leaves grene:</l>
                  <l>Sens that the ſonne of Eccuba the Quene,</l>
                  <l>Began to love her firſt, for whom his ſorow</l>
                  <l>Was all, that ſhe depart ſhould a morow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Full redy was at prime Diomede,</l>
                  <l>Creſeide vnto the Grekes hoſte to lede,</l>
                  <l>For ſorow of which, ſhe felt her hart blede,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe that niſt what was beſt to rede:</l>
                  <l>And truely, as men in bokes rede,</l>
                  <l>Men wiſt never woman have the care,</l>
                  <l>Ne was ſo lothe out of a toune to fare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Troilus withouten rede or lore,</l>
                  <l>As man that hath his joies eke forlore,</l>
                  <l>Was waiting on his lady evermore,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe that was ſothfaſt croppe and more,</l>
                  <l>Of all his luſt or joyes here tofore:</l>
                  <l>But Troilus now farwell all thy joie,</l>
                  <l>For ſhalt thou never ſeen her eft in Troie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Soth is, that while he bode in this manere,</l>
                  <l>He gan his wofull manly for to hide,</l>
                  <l>That well vnneth it ſeen was in his chere,</l>
                  <l>But at the yate there ſhe ſhould out ride,</l>
                  <l>With certain folke he hoved her to abide,</l>
                  <l>So wo bigon, all would he not him plain,</l>
                  <l>That on his horſe vnneth he ſate for pain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For ire he quoke, ſo gan his hart gnaw,</l>
                  <l>When Diomede on horſe gan him dight,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd vnto himſelfe this ilke ſaw,</l>
                  <l>Alas (qd. he) thus foule a wretchedneſſe</l>
                  <l>Why ſuffre I it? Why nill I it redreſſe?</l>
                  <l>Were it nat bet at ones for to die,</l>
                  <l>Than evermore in langour thus to crie?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Why nill I make at ones rich and poore,</l>
                  <l>To have inough to done er that ſhe go?</l>
                  <l>Why nill I bring all Troie vpon a roore?</l>
                  <l>Why nill I ſlaen this Diomede alſo?</l>
                  <l>Why nill I rather with a man or two,</l>
                  <l>Steale her away? Why woll I this endure?</l>
                  <l>Why nill I helpen to mine owne cure?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But why he nolde done ſo fell a deede,</l>
                  <l>That ſhall I ſain, and why him liſt it ſpare,</l>
                  <l>He had in hart alway a maner drede,</l>
                  <l>Leſt that Creſeide, in rumour of this fare</l>
                  <l>Should have ben ſlain, lo this was al his care,</l>
                  <l>And els certain, as I ſayd yore,</l>
                  <l>He had it done withouten wordes more.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Creſeide when ſhe redy was to ride,</l>
                  <l>Full ſorowfully ſhe ſighed, and ſayd alas,</l>
                  <l>But forth ſhe mote, for aught y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> may betide,</l>
                  <l>And forth ſhe rideth full ſorowfully apaas:</l>
                  <l>There is no other remedy in this caas,</l>
                  <l>What wonder is, though that her ſore ſmart</l>
                  <l>When ſhe forgoeth her owne ſwete hart?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Troilus in giſe of curteſie,</l>
                  <l>With hauke on hond, and with an huge rout</l>
                  <l>Of knights, rode and did her companie,</l>
                  <l>Paſſing all the valey ferre without,</l>
                  <l>And ferther would have ridden out of doubt,</l>
                  <l>Full faine, and wo was him to gone ſo ſone,</l>
                  <l>But tourne he muſt, and it was eke to done.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And right with that was Antenor icome,</l>
                  <l>Out of the Grekes hoſte, and every wight</l>
                  <l>Was of him glad, and ſayd he was welcome,</l>
                  <l>And Troilus, al nere his harte light,</l>
                  <l>He pained him, with all his full might</l>
                  <l>Him to with hold of weping at leaſt,</l>
                  <l>And Antenor he kiſt, and made feaſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And therewithal he muſt his leave take,</l>
                  <l>And caſt his iye upon her pitouſly,</l>
                  <l>And nere he rode, his cauſe for to make,</l>
                  <l>To take her by the honde al ſoberly:</l>
                  <l>And Lorde ſo ſhe gan wepen tenderly,</l>
                  <l>And he full ſoft and ſlighly gan her ſele,</l>
                  <l>Now hold your day, and doe me not to deie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With that his courſer tourned he about,</l>
                  <l>With face pale, and vnto Diomede</l>
                  <l>No worde he ſpake, ne none of all his rout,</l>
                  <l>Of which the ſonne of Tideus toke hede,</l>
                  <l>As he that kouthe more than the crede,</l>
                  <l>In ſoche a craft, and by the rain her hent,</l>
                  <l>And Troilus to Troie homewards went.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>This Diomede, that lad her by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> bridell,</l>
                  <l>Whan that he ſaw the folke of Troy away,</l>
                  <l>Thought, all my labor ſhall not been on idell,</l>
                  <l>If that I may, for ſomewhat ſhall I ſay:</l>
                  <l>For at the worſt, it ſhort may our way,</l>
                  <l>* I have heard ſay eke, times twiſe twelve,</l>
                  <l>He is a foole that woll foryete him ſelve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, this thought he well inough</l>
                  <l>That certainly I am about naught,</l>
                  <l>If that I ſpeake of love, or make it to tought,</l>
                  <l>For doubtleſſe, if ſhe have in her thought,</l>
                  <l>Him that I geſſe, he may not been ibrought</l>
                  <l>So ſone away, but I ſhall find a meane,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe nat yet wete ſhall what I meane.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Diomede, as he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> could his good,</l>
                  <l>When this was done, gan fallen forth in ſpech</l>
                  <l>Of this and that, and aske why ſhe ſtood</l>
                  <l>In ſoth diſeaſe, and gan her eke beſech</l>
                  <l>That if that he encreaſen might or ech,</l>
                  <l>With any thing her eaſe, that ſhe ſhould</l>
                  <l>Commaunde it him, &amp; ſaid he done it would.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For truely he ſwore her as a knight,</l>
                  <l>That ther nas thing, with w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> he might her pleſe</l>
                  <l>That he nolde done his pain, &amp; al his might</l>
                  <l>To done it, for to done her hart an eaſe:</l>
                  <l>And prayed her ſhe would her ſorow appeaſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd, iwis we Greekes can have joy</l>
                  <l>To honouren you, as well as folke of Troy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>He ſaid eke thus, I wot you thinketh ſtrange,</l>
                  <l>No wonder is, for it is to you new,</l>
                  <l>Thacquaintance of theſe Trojans to change</l>
                  <l>For folke of Grece, that ye never knew:</l>
                  <l>But would never God, but if as true</l>
                  <l>A Greeke ye ſhould emong us all find,</l>
                  <l>As any Trojan is, and eke as kind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And bicauſe I ſwore you right now,</l>
                  <l>To ben your frende, and helply to my might,</l>
                  <l>And for that more acquaintaunce eke of you</l>
                  <l>Have I had, than an other ſtraunger wight:</l>
                  <l>So fro this forth, I pray you day and night,</l>
                  <l>Commaundeth me, how ſore that me ſmart,</l>
                  <l>To done all that may like unto your hart.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And that ye me wold, as your brother treat,</l>
                  <l>And taketh not my frendſhip in diſpite,</l>
                  <l>And thouȝ your ſorowes been for things gret,</l>
                  <l>Not I nat why, but out of more reſpite,</l>
                  <l>Mine hart hath for to amend it great delite,</l>
                  <l>And if I may your harmes nat redreſſe,</l>
                  <l>I am right ſory for your heavineſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For though ye Trojans, with us Geeekes wroth</l>
                  <l>Have many a day been, alway yet parde,</l>
                  <l>O God of Love, in ſothe we ſerven bothe:</l>
                  <l>And for the love of God my lady free,</l>
                  <l>Whom ſo ye hate, as beth not wroth with me,</l>
                  <l>For truely there can no wight you ſerve,</l>
                  <l>That half ſo loth your wrath would deſerve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And nere it that we been ſo nere the tent</l>
                  <l>Of Calcas, which that ſeen us both may,</l>
                  <l>I would of this you tell all mine entent,</l>
                  <l>But this enſealed till an other day,</l>
                  <l>Yeve me your honde, I am and ſhall be aie,</l>
                  <l>God helpe me ſo, while y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> my life may dure,</l>
                  <l>Your owne, aboven every creature.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus ſaid I never e<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> now to woman borne,</l>
                  <l>For God mine hert as wiſely glad ſo,</l>
                  <l>I loved never woman here beforne,</l>
                  <l>As paramours, ne never ſhall no mo:</l>
                  <l>And for the love of God be not my ſo,</l>
                  <l>All can I not to my Lady dere</l>
                  <l>Complain a right, for I am yet to lere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And wondreth nought mine owne Lady bright,</l>
                  <l>Though y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I ſpeake of love to you thus blive,</l>
                  <l>For I have heard or this of many a wight,</l>
                  <l>Hath loved thing he never ſaw his live:</l>
                  <l>Eke I am not of power for to ſtrive</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt the God of Love, but him obay</l>
                  <l>I woll alway, and mercy I you pray.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>There beeth ſo worthy knights in this place,</l>
                  <l>And ye ſo faire, that everiche of hem all</l>
                  <l>Woll pain him to ſtonden in your grace,</l>
                  <l>But might me ſo faire a grace fall</l>
                  <l>That ye me for your ſervant would call,</l>
                  <l>So lowly, ne ſo truely you ſerve,</l>
                  <l>Nill none of hem, as I ſhall till I ſterve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Creſeide unto that purpoſe lite anſwerde,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe that was with ſorow oppreſſed ſo,</l>
                  <l>That in effect ſhe naught his tales herde,</l>
                  <l>But here and there, now here a word or two:</l>
                  <l>Her thought her ſorowfull hart breſt a two,</l>
                  <l>For when ſhe gan her father ferre eſpie,</l>
                  <l>Well nigh doune of her hors ſhe gan to ſle.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But natheleſſe ſhe thonketh Diomede,</l>
                  <l>Of all his travaile and his good chere,</l>
                  <l>And that him liſt his frendſhip to her bede,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe accepteth it in good manere,</l>
                  <l>And woll do fain that is him lefe and dere,</l>
                  <l>And truſten him ſhe would, &amp; well ſhe might,</l>
                  <l>As ſaied ſhe, and from her hors ſhe alight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Her father hath her in his armes nome,</l>
                  <l>And twenty times he kiſt his doughter ſwete,</l>
                  <l>And ſaied: O dere doughter mine welcome,</l>
                  <l>She ſaid eke, ſhe was fain with him to mete:</l>
                  <l>And ſtode forth muet, milde, and manſuete,</l>
                  <l>But here I leave her with her father dwell,</l>
                  <l>And forth I woll of Troilus you tell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To Troy is come this wofull Troilus,</l>
                  <l>In ſorow above all ſorowes ſmert,</l>
                  <l>With felon loke, and face diſpitous,</l>
                  <l>Tho ſodainly doune from his hors he ſtert,</l>
                  <l>And through his paleis with ſwolne hert,</l>
                  <l>To chamber he went, of nothing toke he bede</l>
                  <l>Ne none to him dare ſpeke o worde for drede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And there his ſorowes that he ſpared had,</l>
                  <l>He yave an iſſue large, and death he cride,</l>
                  <l>And in his throwes, frenetike and mad</l>
                  <l>He curſeth Iuno, Apollo, and eke Cupide,</l>
                  <l>
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He curſeth Bachus, Ceres, and Cipride,</l>
                  <l>His birth, himſelfe, his fate, and eke nature,</l>
                  <l>And ſave his Ladie, every creature.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To bed he goth, &amp; welleth there &amp; turneth,</l>
                  <l>In furie, as doeth he Ixion in hell,</l>
                  <l>And in this wiſe he nigh till day ſojourneth,</l>
                  <l>But tho began his hart alite vnſwell,</l>
                  <l>Through teares, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> gonnen vp to wel</l>
                  <l>And pitiouſly he cried vpon Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>And to him ſelf right thus he ſpake and ſeide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Where is mine owne lady lefe and dere?</l>
                  <l>Where is her white breſt, where is it where?</l>
                  <l>Where been her armes, and her iyen clere</l>
                  <l>That yeſterday this time with me were?</l>
                  <l>Now may I wepe alone many a teare,</l>
                  <l>And graſpe about I may, but in this place</l>
                  <l>Save a pilow, I find naught to embrace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>How ſhal I doen, when ſhal ſhe come again?</l>
                  <l>I not alas, why let I her go?</l>
                  <l>As would God I had as tho be ſlain,</l>
                  <l>O hart mine Creſeide, O ſwete fo,</l>
                  <l>O Lady mine, that I love and no mo,</l>
                  <l>To whom for ever more mine hart I vowe,</l>
                  <l>See how I die, ye nill me not reſcowe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Who ſeeth you now, my right lodeſterre?</l>
                  <l>Who ſitteth right now in your preſence?</l>
                  <l>Who can comforten now your hartes werre?</l>
                  <l>Now I am gon, whom yeve ye audience?</l>
                  <l>Who ſpeaketh for me riȝt now in your ab<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſence,</l>
                  <l>Alas no wight, &amp; that is all my care,</l>
                  <l>For well wote I, as evill as I ye fare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>How ſhould I thus ten daies full endure,</l>
                  <l>Whan I the firſt night have all this tene,</l>
                  <l>How ſhall ſhe eke ſorowfull creature,</l>
                  <l>For tenderneſſe, how ſhall ſhe this ſuſtene:</l>
                  <l>Soche wo for me, o pitous, pale, and grene,</l>
                  <l>Shall been your freſhe womanly face,</l>
                  <l>For langour er ye tourne vnto this place.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And whan he fill in any ſlombrings,</l>
                  <l>Anon begin he ſhould for to grone,</l>
                  <l>And dreamen of the dreadfulleſt things</l>
                  <l>That might been: as mete he were alone</l>
                  <l>In place horrible, making aie his mone,</l>
                  <l>Or meten that he was emonges all</l>
                  <l>His enemies, and in her hondes fall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And therewithall his body ſhould ſtart,</l>
                  <l>And with the ſtart all ſodainly awake,</l>
                  <l>And ſoche a tremour fele about his hart,</l>
                  <l>That of the feare his body ſhould quake:</l>
                  <l>And therwithall he ſhould a noiſe make,</l>
                  <l>And ſeme as though he ſhould fall depe,</l>
                  <l>From high alofe, and then he would wepe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And rewen on himſelfe ſo pitouſly,</l>
                  <l>That wonder was to here his fantaſie,</l>
                  <l>An other time he ſhould mightely</l>
                  <l>Comfort himſelfe, and ſain it was folie,</l>
                  <l>So cauſeleſſe, ſoche drede for to drie,</l>
                  <l>And eft begin his aſpre ſorowes new,</l>
                  <l>That every man might on his paines rew.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Who could tell all, or fully diſcrive</l>
                  <l>His wo, his plaint, his langour, and his pine?</l>
                  <l>Nat all the men that han or been on live,</l>
                  <l>Thou reader mayſt thy ſelf full well devine,</l>
                  <l>That ſoche a wo my wit can not define,</l>
                  <l>Vnidell for to write it ſhould I ſwinke,</l>
                  <l>When that my wit is werie it to thinke.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>On heaven yet the ſterres weren ſeen</l>
                  <l>Although full pale iwoxen was the Mone,</l>
                  <l>And whiten gan the Oriſont ſhene,</l>
                  <l>All Eaſtward, as it was wont to done,</l>
                  <l>And Phebus with his roſie carte ſone,</l>
                  <l>Gan after that to dreſſe him vp to fare,</l>
                  <l>When Troilus ſent after Pandare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Pandare, that of all the day beforne</l>
                  <l>Ne might him comen this Troilus to ſe,</l>
                  <l>Although he on his hedde it had ſworne,</l>
                  <l>For with the king Priam alday was he,</l>
                  <l>So that it lay nat in his liberte,</l>
                  <l>No where to gon, but on the morow he went</l>
                  <l>To Troilus, when that he for him ſent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For in his hart he could well devine,</l>
                  <l>That Troilus al night for ſorow woke,</l>
                  <l>And that he would tell him of his pine,</l>
                  <l>This knew he well inough without boke:</l>
                  <l>For which to chamber ſtreight y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> way he toke,</l>
                  <l>And Troilus tho ſoberly he grette,</l>
                  <l>And on the bedde full ſone he gan him ſette.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My Pandarus (qd. Troilus) the ſorow</l>
                  <l>Which that I drie, I may not long endure,</l>
                  <l>I trowe I ſhall not liven till to morow,</l>
                  <l>For which I would alwaies on aventure</l>
                  <l>To thee deviſen of my ſepoulture</l>
                  <l>The forme, and of my movable thou diſpoen</l>
                  <l>Right as thee ſemeth beſt is for to doen.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But of the fire and flambe funerall,</l>
                  <l>In which my body brennen ſhall to glede,</l>
                  <l>And of the feaſt and plaies paleſtrall,</l>
                  <l>At my vigile, I pray thee take good hede</l>
                  <l>That that be well: and offer Mars my ſtede,</l>
                  <l>My ſword, mine helme: &amp; leve brother dere,</l>
                  <l>My ſhelde to Pallas yeve, that ſhineth clere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The poudre in w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> min hart ibrend ſhal turn</l>
                  <l>That pray I thee thou take, and it conſerve</l>
                  <l>In a veſſell that men clepeth an vrne</l>
                  <l>Of Gold, and to my lady that I ſerve,</l>
                  <l>For love of whom thus pitouſly I ſterve,</l>
                  <l>So yeve it her, and doe me this pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>To praien her to kepe it for a remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For well I fele by my maladie,</l>
                  <l>And by my dreames, now and yore ago,</l>
                  <l>All certainly, that I mote nedes die:</l>
                  <l>The oule eke, which that hight Aſcaphilo,</l>
                  <l>Hath after me ſhright, all theſe nights two,</l>
                  <l>And God Mercurie, now of me wofull wretch</l>
                  <l>The ſoule guide, and when thee liſt it fetch.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Pandare anſwerde and ſaied, Troilus</l>
                  <l>My dere frende, as I have told thee yore,</l>
                  <l>
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That it is follie for to ſorowen thus,</l>
                  <l>And cauſeleſſe, for which I can no more:</l>
                  <l>But who ſo woll not trowen rede ne lore,</l>
                  <l>I can not ſeen in him no remedie,</l>
                  <l>But let him worchen with his fantaſie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But Troilus I pray thee tell me now,</l>
                  <l>If that thou trowe er this that any wight,</l>
                  <l>Hath loved paramours as well as thou,</l>
                  <l>Ye God wot, &amp; fro many a worthy knight</l>
                  <l>Hath his Ladie gon a fourtenight,</l>
                  <l>And he nat yet made halvendele the fare,</l>
                  <l>What nede is the to maken all this care?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Sens day by day thou maiſt thy ſelven ſee</l>
                  <l>That from his love, or els from his wife</l>
                  <l>A man mote twinnen of neceſſitie,</l>
                  <l>Ye though he love her as his owne life:</l>
                  <l>Yet nill he with himſelf thus maken ſtrife,</l>
                  <l>* For well thou woſt my leve brother dere,</l>
                  <l>That alway frendes may not been ifere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>How done this folke, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſeen her loves wedded</l>
                  <l>By frendes might? as it betideth full oft,</l>
                  <l>And ſeen hem in her ſpouſes bedde ibedded,</l>
                  <l>God wote they take it wiſely faire and ſoft:</l>
                  <l>For why, good hope halt vp her hert aloft,</l>
                  <l>And for they can a time of ſorow endure,</l>
                  <l>* As time hem hurteth, a time doth hem cure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So ſhouldeſt thou endure, and letten ſlide</l>
                  <l>The time, and fonde to been glad and light,</l>
                  <l>Ten dayes nis not ſo long to abide,</l>
                  <l>And ſens ſhe to comen thee hath behight,</l>
                  <l>She nill her heſt breaken for no wight,</l>
                  <l>For drede thee not, that ſhe nill finde way</l>
                  <l>To come ayen, my life that durſt I lay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thy ſweuenes eke, and all ſoch fantaſie</l>
                  <l>Drive out, and let hem faren to miſchaunce,</l>
                  <l>For they procede of thy melancolie,</l>
                  <l>That doth thee fele in ſlepe all this penaunce:</l>
                  <l>A ſtraw for all ſweuenes ſignifiaunce,</l>
                  <l>* God helpe me ſo, I caunt hem not a Bean,</l>
                  <l>There wot no man aright w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> dremes mean.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For prieſtes of the temple tellen this,</l>
                  <l>That dreames been the reuelacions</l>
                  <l>Of Goddes, and als well they tel iwis,</l>
                  <l>That they been infernalles illuſions</l>
                  <l>And Leches ſaine, that of complections</l>
                  <l>Proceden they of faſt, or glotonie,</l>
                  <l>Who wot in ſothe thus what they ſignifie?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Eke other ſaine, that through impreſſions,</l>
                  <l>As if a wight hath faſt a thing in mind,</l>
                  <l>That thereof cometh ſoche aviſions:</l>
                  <l>And other ſain, as they in bokes find,</l>
                  <l>That after times of the yere by kind,</l>
                  <l>Men dreme, &amp; that theffect goth by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> mone,</l>
                  <l>But leve no dreme, for it is nat to done.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wel worth of dreams aie theſe old wives,</l>
                  <l>And truly eke, augurie of theſe foules,</l>
                  <l>For feare of which, men wenen leſe her lives,</l>
                  <l>As ravens qualm, or ſchriching of theſe oules:</l>
                  <l>To trowen on it, bothe falſe and foule is,</l>
                  <l>Alas alas, that ſo noble a creature</l>
                  <l>As is a man, ſhould drede ſuch ordure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For which with al mine hart I thee beſeche,</l>
                  <l>Vnto thy ſelf, that all this thou foryeve,</l>
                  <l>And riſe now vp, withouten more ſpeche,</l>
                  <l>And let vs caſt how forth may beſt be driven</l>
                  <l>The time, and eke how freſhly we may liven,</l>
                  <l>When ſhe cometh, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> which ſhall be right ſone,</l>
                  <l>God helpe me ſo, the beſt is thus to done.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Riſe, let vs ſpeake of luſtie life in Troy</l>
                  <l>That we have lad, and forth the time drive,</l>
                  <l>And eke of time coming vs rejoy,</l>
                  <l>That bringen ſhall our bliſſe now ſo blive,</l>
                  <l>And langour of theſe twiſe daies five,</l>
                  <l>We ſhall therewith ſo foryet or oppreſſe,</l>
                  <l>That well vnneth it done ſhall vs dureſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This toune is full of lordes al about,</l>
                  <l>And truce laſten all this meane while,</l>
                  <l>Go we plaien vs in ſome luſtie rout,</l>
                  <l>To Sarpedon, not hens but a mile,</l>
                  <l>And thus thou ſhalt the time well beguile,</l>
                  <l>And drive it forth vnto that blisfull morow,</l>
                  <l>That thou her ſee, that cauſe is of thy ſorow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now riſe my dere brother Troilus,</l>
                  <l>For certes it non honour is to thee</l>
                  <l>To wepe, and in thy bedde to rouken thus,</l>
                  <l>For truely of o thing truſt to me,</l>
                  <l>If thou thus ligge, a day two or three,</l>
                  <l>The folke woll wene, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou for cowardiſe,</l>
                  <l>Thee faineſt ſick, and that thou darſt not riſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Troilus anſwerde: O brother dere</l>
                  <l>This folke know that have iſuffred pain,</l>
                  <l>That though he wepe, &amp; make ſorowful chere</l>
                  <l>That feeleth harme &amp; ſmart in every vain:</l>
                  <l>No wonder is, and though I ever plain</l>
                  <l>Or alway wepe, I am nothing to blame,</l>
                  <l>Sens y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I have loſt y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cauſe of all my game.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But ſens of fine force I mote ariſe,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall ariſe, as ſone as ever I may,</l>
                  <l>And God, to whom mine hert I ſacrifice,</l>
                  <l>So ſend vs haſtely the tenthe day:</l>
                  <l>For was there never foule ſo faine of May</l>
                  <l>As I ſhall ben, when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe cometh in Troie,</l>
                  <l>That cauſe is of my tourment and my joie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But whider is thy rede (qd. Troilus)</l>
                  <l>That we may play vs beſt in all this toun?</l>
                  <l>By God my counſaile is (qd. Pandarus)</l>
                  <l>To ride and play vs with king Sarpedoun.</l>
                  <l>So long of this they ſpeaken vp and doun,</l>
                  <l>Till Troilus gan at the laſt aſſent</l>
                  <l>To riſe, and forth to Sarpedon they went.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Sarpedon, as he that honourable</l>
                  <l>Was ever his live, and full of hie proweſſe,</l>
                  <l>With all that might iſerved been on table,</l>
                  <l>That deintie was, all coſte it great richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>He fedde hem day by day, that ſuch nobleſſe</l>
                  <l>As ſaiden both the moſt and eke the leaſt,</l>
                  <l>Was never er that day wiſte at any feaſt.</l>
                  <l>
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Nor in this world there is none inſtrument,</l>
                  <l>Delicious, through winde or touche on corde,</l>
                  <l>As ferre as any wight hath ever iwent,</l>
                  <l>That tonge tell, or harte may recorde,</l>
                  <l>But at y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> feaſt, it was well heard recorde:</l>
                  <l>Ne of Ladies eke ſo faire a companie,</l>
                  <l>On daunce er tho, was never iſeen with eye.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But what availeth this to Troilus,</l>
                  <l>That for his ſorrow, nothing of it rought,</l>
                  <l>But ever in one, as hert pitous,</l>
                  <l>Full buſily Creſeide his Lady ſought:</l>
                  <l>On her was ever al that his hert thought,</l>
                  <l>Now this now that, ſo faſt imagining,</l>
                  <l>That glad iwis can him no feaſting.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Theſe Ladies eke, that at this feaſt been,</l>
                  <l>Sens that he ſaw his Lady was away,</l>
                  <l>It was his ſorow upon hem for to ſeen,</l>
                  <l>Or for to heare on inſtrumentes play:</l>
                  <l>For ſhe that of his hert hath the kay,</l>
                  <l>Was abſent, lo this was his fantaſie</l>
                  <l>That no wight ſhulde maken melodie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Nor there nas houre in al the day or night,</l>
                  <l>When he was ther as no man might him here,</l>
                  <l>That he ne ſayd, O loveſome Lady bright,</l>
                  <l>How have ye faren ſins that ye were there:</l>
                  <l>Welcome iwis mine owne Lady dere,</l>
                  <l>But welaway, all this nas but a maſe,</l>
                  <l>Fortune his hove entended bet to glaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The letters eke, that ſhe of olde time</l>
                  <l>Had him iſent, he would alone rede</l>
                  <l>An hundred ſith, atwixt noone and prime,</l>
                  <l>Refiguring her ſhape, and her womanhede,</l>
                  <l>Within his hert, and every worde and dede</l>
                  <l>That paſſed was, &amp; thus he drove to an end,</l>
                  <l>The fourth day, and ſaied he wol wend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſaid leve brother Pandarus,</l>
                  <l>Intendeſt thou that we ſhall here bleve,</l>
                  <l>Til Sarpedon woll forth conveyen us,</l>
                  <l>Yet were it fairer that we toke our leve:</l>
                  <l>For Goddes love, let us now ſone at eve</l>
                  <l>Our leave take, &amp; homeward let us turne,</l>
                  <l>For trewely I nill nat thus ſojourne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Pandare anſwerde, be we comen hither</l>
                  <l>To fetchen fire, and rennen home againe,</l>
                  <l>God helpe me ſo, I can nat tellen whither</l>
                  <l>We might gone, if I ſhall ſothly ſaine:</l>
                  <l>There any wight is of us more faine</l>
                  <l>Than Sarpedon, and if we hence hie</l>
                  <l>Thus ſodainly, I hold it vilanie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When that we ſaiden we would bleve</l>
                  <l>With him a weke, and now thus ſodainly</l>
                  <l>The fourth day to take of him our leve,</l>
                  <l>He would wondren on it trewly:</l>
                  <l>Let us holden forth our purpoſe fermely,</l>
                  <l>And ſens that ye behighten him to abide,</l>
                  <l>Hold forward now, and after let us ride.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Pandarus, with all pine and wo</l>
                  <l>Made him to dwell, and at the wekes end,</l>
                  <l>Of Sarpedon they toke her leave tho,</l>
                  <l>And on her way they ſpeden hem to wend:</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Troilus) now Lorde me grace ſend,</l>
                  <l>That I may find at mine home comming,</l>
                  <l>Creſeide comen, and therwith gan he ſing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye haſelwode thought this Pandare,</l>
                  <l>And to himſelfe ful ſoftly he ſeide,</l>
                  <l>God wotte refroiden may this hotte fare,</l>
                  <l>Er Calcas ſende Troilus Creſeide:</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe he yaped thus and ſeide,</l>
                  <l>And ſwore iwis, his hert him wel behight,</l>
                  <l>She wolde come as ſone as ever ſhe might.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When they unto the paleis were ycomen,</l>
                  <l>Of Troilus, they doun of horſe alight,</l>
                  <l>And to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> chambre her way have they nomen,</l>
                  <l>And unto time that it gan to night,</l>
                  <l>They ſpeken of Creſeide the lady bright,</l>
                  <l>And after this, when hem both leſt,</l>
                  <l>They ſpede hem fro the ſupper unto reſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>On morow as ſone as day began to clere,</l>
                  <l>This Troilus gan of his ſlepe to abreide,</l>
                  <l>And to Pandarus, his own brother dere</l>
                  <l>For loue of God, full pitouſly he ſeide:</l>
                  <l>As go we ſeene the paleis of Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>For ſens we yet may have no more feeſt,</l>
                  <l>So let us ſeine her paleis at the leeſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And therewithall his meine for to blende,</l>
                  <l>A cauſe he fonde in toune for to go,</l>
                  <l>And to Creſeides houſe they gan wende,</l>
                  <l>But lorde this ſely Troilus was wo,</l>
                  <l>Him thought his ſorowful hart braſt atwo,</l>
                  <l>For when he ſaw her doores ſparred all,</l>
                  <l>Well nigh for ſorow adoun he gan to fall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Therwith when he was ware, &amp; gan behold</l>
                  <l>How ſhet was every window of the place,</l>
                  <l>As froſt him thought his hert gan to cold,</l>
                  <l>For which with chaunged deedly pale face,</l>
                  <l>Withouten worde, he forth by gan to pace,</l>
                  <l>And as god would, he gan ſo faſte ride,</l>
                  <l>That no wight of his countenance aſpide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then ſaid he thus: O paleis deſolate,</l>
                  <l>O houſe of houſes, whilom beſt ihight,</l>
                  <l>O paleis empty and diſconſolate,</l>
                  <l>O thou lanterne, of which queint is the light,</l>
                  <l>O paleis whilom day, that now art night,</l>
                  <l>Wel oughteſt thou to fall, and I to die,</l>
                  <l>Sens ſhe is went, that wont was us to gie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O paleis whilom crowne of houſes all,</l>
                  <l>Enlumined with ſunne of all bliſſe,</l>
                  <l>O ring, of which the rubie is out fall,</l>
                  <l>O cauſe of wo, that cauſe haſt ben of bliſſe:</l>
                  <l>Yet ſens I may no bet, fain would I kiſſe</l>
                  <l>Thy colde doores, durſt I for this rout,</l>
                  <l>* And farewel ſhrine of which the ſaint is out.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Therwith he caſt on Pandarus his eie,</l>
                  <l>With changed face, and pitous to behold,</l>
                  <l>And when he might his time aright aſpie,</l>
                  <l>Aie as he rode, to Pandarus he told</l>
                  <l>His new ſorow, and eke his joyes old.</l>
                  <l>So petouſly, and with ſo deed an hew,</l>
                  <l>That every wight might on his ſorow rew.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>Fro thence forth he rideth vp and doune</l>
                  <l>And every thing came him to remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>As he rode forth by the places of the toune,</l>
                  <l>In which he whilom had all his pleaſaunce:</l>
                  <l>Lo, yonder ſaw I mine owne Lady daunce,</l>
                  <l>And in that temple with her eien clere,</l>
                  <l>Me caught firſt my right Lady dere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And yonder have I herde full luſtely</l>
                  <l>My dere hart laugh, and yonder play</l>
                  <l>Saw I her ones eke ful bliſfully,</l>
                  <l>And yonder ones to me gan ſhe ſay</l>
                  <l>Now good ſweete, love me well I pray,</l>
                  <l>And yonde ſo goodly gan ſhe me behold,</l>
                  <l>That to the death mine hart is to her hold.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And at the corner in the yonder houſe,</l>
                  <l>Herde I mine alderleveſt lady dere,</l>
                  <l>So womanly, with voice melodiouſe,</l>
                  <l>Singen ſo wel, ſo goodly and ſo clere,</l>
                  <l>That in my ſoule yet me thinketh I here</l>
                  <l>The bliſfull ſowne, and in that yonder place</l>
                  <l>My lady firſt me toke vnto her grace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then thouȝt he thus, O bliſful lord Cupide</l>
                  <l>When I the proceſſe have in memory,</l>
                  <l>How thou me haſt weried on every ſide,</l>
                  <l>Men might a booke make of it like a ſtory:</l>
                  <l>What nede is thee to ſeeke on me victory,</l>
                  <l>Sens I am thine, and holly at thy will,</l>
                  <l>What joy haſt thou thine owne folke to ſpill?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wel haſt thou Lord iwroke on me thine ire,</l>
                  <l>Thou mighty God, and dredful for to greve,</l>
                  <l>Now mercy Lord, thou woſt wel I deſire</l>
                  <l>Thy grace moſt, of all luſtes leve,</l>
                  <l>And live and die I wol in thy beleve,</l>
                  <l>For which I ne aske in guerdon but a bone,</l>
                  <l>That thou Creſeide ayen me ſend ſone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Diſtraine her hart as faſt to returne,</l>
                  <l>As thou doeſt mine to longen her to ſee,</l>
                  <l>Then wote I wel that ſhe nil nat ſojourne,</l>
                  <l>Now bliſful Lord, ſo cruel thou ne be</l>
                  <l>Vnto the blood of Troy, I pray thee,</l>
                  <l>As Iuno was vnto the blode Thebane,</l>
                  <l>For which y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> folke of Thebes cauȝt her bane.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And after this he to the yates went,</l>
                  <l>There as Creſeide out rode, a full good paas,</l>
                  <l>And vp &amp; doun there made he many a went,</l>
                  <l>And to him ſelfe ful oft he ſaid alas:</l>
                  <l>Fro hence rode my bliſſe and my ſolas,</l>
                  <l>As would bliſful God now for his joie,</l>
                  <l>I might her ſene ayen come to Troie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And to the yonder hil I gan her guide,</l>
                  <l>Alas, and there I toke of her my leve,</l>
                  <l>And yonde I ſaw her to her father ride,</l>
                  <l>For ſorow of which mine hart ſhal to cleve:</l>
                  <l>And hither home I come when it was eve,</l>
                  <l>And here I dwell, out caſt from all joie,</l>
                  <l>And ſhal, til I may ſene her eft in Troie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And of him ſelfe imagined he oft,</l>
                  <l>To ben defaited, pale, and woxen leſſe</l>
                  <l>Than he was wont, and that men ſaiden ſoft,</l>
                  <l>What may it be? who can the ſothe geſſe,</l>
                  <l>Why Troilus hath al this hevineſſe?</l>
                  <l>And al this nas but his melancolie,</l>
                  <l>That he had of him ſelfe ſuch fantaſie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Another time imaginen he would,</l>
                  <l>That every wight that went by the wey,</l>
                  <l>Had of him routh, and that they ſaine ſhould,</l>
                  <l>I am right ſory, Troilus wol dey:</l>
                  <l>And thus he drove a day yet forth or twey,</l>
                  <l>As ye have herde, ſuch life gan he lede,</l>
                  <l>As he that ſtode betwixen hope and drede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For which him liked in his ſonges ſhewe</l>
                  <l>Thencheſon of his wo, as he beſt might,</l>
                  <l>And made a ſonge, of wordes but a fewe,</l>
                  <l>Somwhat his wofull hart for to light:</l>
                  <l>And when he was from every mans ſight,</l>
                  <l>With ſofte voice, he of his Lady dere,</l>
                  <l>That abſent was, gan ſing as ye may here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O ſterre, of which I loſt have all the light,</l>
                  <l>With hart ſore, wel ought I to bewaile,</l>
                  <l>That ever derke in turment, night by night</l>
                  <l>Toward my deth, with winde I ſtere &amp; ſaile:</l>
                  <l>For which the tenth night, if that I faile,</l>
                  <l>The guiding of thy bemes bright an houre,</l>
                  <l>My ſhip and me Caribdes woll devoure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This ſong when he thus ſongen had ſone,</l>
                  <l>He fel ayen into his ſighes old,</l>
                  <l>And every night, as was he wont to done,</l>
                  <l>He ſtode the bright moone to behold:</l>
                  <l>And al his ſorow he to the moone told,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, iwis whan thou art horned new,</l>
                  <l>I ſhal be glad, if al the world be trew.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I ſaw thine hornes old eke by that morow,</l>
                  <l>Whan hence rode my right lady dere,</l>
                  <l>That cauſe is of my turment and my ſorow,</l>
                  <l>For which, O bright Lucina the clere,</l>
                  <l>For love of God ren faſt about thy ſphere,</l>
                  <l>For whan thine hornes new ginnen ſpring,</l>
                  <l>Then ſhall ſhe come that may my bliſſe bring.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The day is more, and lenger every night</l>
                  <l>Than they ben wont to be, him thought tho,</l>
                  <l>And that the ſunne went his courſe vnright,</l>
                  <l>By lenger way than it was wont to go,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, iwis, I drede me evermo</l>
                  <l>The ſunnes ſonne Pheton be on live,</l>
                  <l>And that his fathers cart amiſſe he drive.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Vpon the wals faſt eke would he walke,</l>
                  <l>And on the Greekes hoſt he would ſee,</l>
                  <l>And to himſelfe right thus he would talke:</l>
                  <l>Lo, yonder is mine owne lady free,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe yonder, there the tents bee,</l>
                  <l>And thence commeth this aire that is ſo ſoote,</l>
                  <l>That in my ſoule I fele it doth me boote.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And hardly, this wind that more and more</l>
                  <l>Thus ſtoundmeale encreaſeth in my face,</l>
                  <l>Is of my ladies deepe ſighes ſore,</l>
                  <l>I preve it thus, for in none other ſpace</l>
                  <l>
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Of all this toune, ſave only in this place,</l>
                  <l>Feele I no wind, that ſouneth ſo like paine,</l>
                  <l>It ſaith alas, why twined be we twaine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This long time he driveth forth right thus,</l>
                  <l>Till fully paſſed was the ninth night,</l>
                  <l>And aye beſide him was this Pandarus,</l>
                  <l>That buſily did all his full might</l>
                  <l>Him to comfort, and make his hart light,</l>
                  <l>Yeving him hope alway the tenth morow,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe ſhal comen, &amp; ſtinten all his ſorow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Vpon that other ſide eke was Creſeide</l>
                  <l>With women few among y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Grekes ſtrong,</l>
                  <l>For which full oft a day, alas ſhe ſeide</l>
                  <l>That I was borne, well may mine hart long</l>
                  <l>After my death, for now live I too long</l>
                  <l>Alas, and I ne may it not amend,</l>
                  <l>For now is worſe than ever yet I wend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My father nill for nothing doe me grace</l>
                  <l>To gone ayen, for aught I can him queme,</l>
                  <l>And if ſo be that I my terme pace,</l>
                  <l>My Troilus ſhall in his heart deme</l>
                  <l>That I am falſe, and ſo it may well ſeme,</l>
                  <l>Thus ſhall I have vnthonke on every ſide,</l>
                  <l>That I was borne ſo welaway the tide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And if that I me put in jeopardie,</l>
                  <l>To ſteale away by night, and it befall</l>
                  <l>That I be caught, I ſhall be hold aſpie,</l>
                  <l>Or els lo, this drede I moſt of all,</l>
                  <l>If in the honds of ſome wretch I fall,</l>
                  <l>I nam but loſt, all be mine heart trew,</l>
                  <l>Now mightie God, thou on my ſorow rew.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Full pale iwoxen was her bright face,</l>
                  <l>Her limmes leane, as ſhe that all the day,</l>
                  <l>Stode when ſhe durſt, &amp; loked on the place</l>
                  <l>There ſhe was borne, and dwelt had aye,</l>
                  <l>And all the night weeping alas ſhe lay,</l>
                  <l>And thus diſpeired out of all cure</l>
                  <l>She lad her life, this wofull creature.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Full oft a day ſhe ſighed eke for diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>And in her ſelfe ſhe wene aye purtraying</l>
                  <l>Of Troilus the great worthineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And all his goodly words recording,</l>
                  <l>Sens firſt that day her love began to ſpring,</l>
                  <l>And thus ſhe ſet her wofull hart afire,</l>
                  <l>Through remembrance of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhe gan deſire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In all this world there nis ſo cruell hart,</l>
                  <l>That her had heard complainen in her ſorow,</l>
                  <l>That nold have wepten for her pains ſmart,</l>
                  <l>So tenderly ſhe wept, both eve and morow,</l>
                  <l>Her needed no teares, for to borow,</l>
                  <l>And this was yet the worſt of all her paine,</l>
                  <l>Ther was no wight, to whom ſhe durſt plain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Full rewfully ſhe looked vpon Troy,</l>
                  <l>Beheld the Toures high, and eke y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Hallis,</l>
                  <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) the pleaſaunce and the joy,</l>
                  <l>The which that now all turned into gall is,</l>
                  <l>Have I had oft within yonder wallis,</l>
                  <l>O Troilus, what doeſt thou now ſhe <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ide,</l>
                  <l>Lord, whether thou yet thinke vpon Creſeide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas that I ne had itrowed on your lore,</l>
                  <l>And went with you, as ye me redde ere this,</l>
                  <l>Then had I now not ſighed halfe ſo ſore,</l>
                  <l>Who might have ſaid, that I had done amis</l>
                  <l>To ſteale away with ſuch one as he is,</l>
                  <l>* But all too late commeth the lectuarie,</l>
                  <l>When men the corſe vnto the graue carie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Too late is now to ſpeke of that matere,</l>
                  <l>Prudence, alas, one of thine eyen three</l>
                  <l>Me lacked alway, ere that I came here:</l>
                  <l>For on time paſſed well remembred mee,</l>
                  <l>And preſent time eke would I well ſee,</l>
                  <l>But future time, ere I was in the ſnare,</l>
                  <l>Could I not ſeene, that cauſeth now my care.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, betide what betide,</l>
                  <l>I ſhal to morow at night, by eaſt or weſt,</l>
                  <l>Out of this hoaſt ſteale, on ſome ſide,</l>
                  <l>And gone with Troilus, where as him leſt,</l>
                  <l>This purpoſe woll I hold, and this is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> beſt,</l>
                  <l>* No force of wicked tongues <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>onglerie,</l>
                  <l>For ever on love have wretches had Endie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For who ſo woll of every word take hede,</l>
                  <l>Or rule hem by every wights wit,</l>
                  <l>Ne ſhall he never thriven out of drede,</l>
                  <l>For that that ſome men blamen ever yet,</l>
                  <l>Lo, other manner folke commenden it,</l>
                  <l>And as for me, for all ſuch variaunce,</l>
                  <l>Felicitie clepe I my ſuff<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>aunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For which withouten any words mo,</l>
                  <l>To Troy I woll, as for concluſioun,</l>
                  <l>But God it wote, ere fully moneths two,</l>
                  <l>She was full ferre fro that ententioun,</l>
                  <l>For both Troilus and Troy toun</l>
                  <l>Shall knotleſſe throughout her hart ſlide,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe woll take a purpoſe for to abide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Diomede, of whom I you tell gan,</l>
                  <l>Goth now within himſelfe aye arguing,</l>
                  <l>With all the ſleight and all that ever he can,</l>
                  <l>How he may beſt with ſhorteſt tarying,</l>
                  <l>Into his nerre Creſeides heart bring,</l>
                  <l>To this entent he couth never fine,</l>
                  <l>To fiſhen her, he laid out booke and line.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, well in his hart he thought,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe nas nat without a love in Troy,</l>
                  <l>For never ſithen he her thence brought,</l>
                  <l>Ne couth he ſeene her laugh, or maken joy,</l>
                  <l>He niſt how beſt her hart for taco<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e,</l>
                  <l>But for taſſey, he ſaid nought it ne greveth,</l>
                  <l>* For he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> naught aſſaieth, naught atcheveth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet ſaid he to himſelfe vpon a night,</l>
                  <l>Now am I nat a foole, that wote well how</l>
                  <l>Her wo is, for love of another wight,</l>
                  <l>And hereupon to gone aſſay her now,</l>
                  <l>I may well wete, it nill nat ben my prow.</l>
                  <l>* For wiſe folke in bookes it expreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Men ſhall nat wo a wight in hevineſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But who ſo might winnen ſuch a floure</l>
                  <l>Fro him, for whom ſhe mourneth night &amp; day,</l>
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He might ſaine he were a conquerour:</l>
                  <l>And right anone, as he that bold was aye,</l>
                  <l>Thought in his hart, hap how hap may,</l>
                  <l>All ſhould I dye, I woll her heart ſeech,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall no more leſen but my ſpeech.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Diomede, as bookes us declare,</l>
                  <l>Was in his nedes preſt and courageous,</l>
                  <l>With ſtern voice, &amp; mighty limmes ſquare,</l>
                  <l>Hardy, teſtife, ſtrong, and chevalrous</l>
                  <l>Of deedes like his father Tideus,</l>
                  <l>And ſome men ſaine he was of tonge large,</l>
                  <l>And heire he was of Calcidony and Arge.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Creſeide meane was of her ſtature,</l>
                  <l>Thereto of ſhape, of face, and eke of chere,</l>
                  <l>There might ben no fairer creature,</l>
                  <l>And oft time this was her manere,</l>
                  <l>To gone itreſſed with her haires clere</l>
                  <l>Downe by her colere, at her backe behind,</l>
                  <l>Which with a thred of gold ſhe would bind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſave her browes joyneden ifere,</l>
                  <l>There nas no lacke, in aught I can eſpien,</l>
                  <l>But for to ſpeaken of her eyen clere,</l>
                  <l>Lo, truly they written that her ſeien,</l>
                  <l>That Paradis ſtood formed in her eien,</l>
                  <l>And with her rich beauty evermore</l>
                  <l>Strove love in her, aie w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> of hem was more.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She ſobre was eke, ſimple, &amp; wiſe withall,</l>
                  <l>The beſt inoriſhed eke that might bee,</l>
                  <l>And goodly of her ſpeech in generall,</l>
                  <l>Charitable, eſtately, luſty, and free,</l>
                  <l>Ne nevermore ne lacked her pitee,</l>
                  <l>Tender hearted, ſliding of corage,</l>
                  <l>But truly I cannat tell her age.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And Troilus well woxen was in hight,</l>
                  <l>And complete formed by proportioun,</l>
                  <l>So well, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> kind it naught amenden might,</l>
                  <l>Young, freſh, ſtrong, and hardy as Lioun,</l>
                  <l>Trew as ſteele, in ech conditioun,</l>
                  <l>One of the beſt entetched creature,</l>
                  <l>That is or ſhall, while y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the world may dure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And certainely, in ſtory as it is fond,</l>
                  <l>That Troilus was never unto no wight</l>
                  <l>As in his time, in no degree ſecond,</l>
                  <l>In daring do that longeth to a knight,</l>
                  <l>All might a Giaunt paſſen him of might,</l>
                  <l>His hart aye with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> firſt and with the beſt,</l>
                  <l>Stood peregall to dare done what him leſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But for to tellen forth of Diomede,</l>
                  <l>It fill, that after on the tenthe day,</l>
                  <l>Sens that Creſeide out of the city yede,</l>
                  <l>This Diomede, as freſh as braunch in May,</l>
                  <l>Came to the tent there as Calcas lay,</l>
                  <l>And fained him with Calcas have to done,</l>
                  <l>But what he ment, I ſhall you tellen ſone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Creſeide at ſhort wordes for to tell,</l>
                  <l>Welcommed him, &amp; downe him by her ſette,</l>
                  <l>And he was ethe ynough to maken dwell,</l>
                  <l>And after this, withouten long lette,</l>
                  <l>The ſpices and the wine men forth hem fette,</l>
                  <l>And forth they ſpeke of this and that ifere,</l>
                  <l>As friends done, of which ſome ſhall ye here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>He gan firſt fallen of the warre in ſpeech</l>
                  <l>Betwixen hem and the folke of Troy toun,</l>
                  <l>And of thaſſiege he gan eke her beſeech,</l>
                  <l>To tellen him what was her opinioun:</l>
                  <l>Fro that demaund he ſo diſcendeth doun,</l>
                  <l>To asken her, if that her ſtraunge thought</l>
                  <l>The Greeks giſe, &amp; werkes y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they wrought.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And why her father tarieth ſo long</l>
                  <l>To wedden her unto ſome worthy wight?</l>
                  <l>Creſeide that was in her paines ſtrong,</l>
                  <l>For love of Troilus her owne knight,</l>
                  <l>So ferforth as ſhe cunning had or might,</l>
                  <l>Anſwerde him tho, but as of his entent,</l>
                  <l>It ſeemed nat ſhe wiſte what he ment.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, this ilke Diomede</l>
                  <l>Gan on himſelfe aſſure, and thus he ſeide:</l>
                  <l>If I aright have taken on you hede,</l>
                  <l>Methinketh thus, O lady mine Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>That ſens I firſt hond on your bridle leide,</l>
                  <l>When I out came of Troy by the morrow,</l>
                  <l>Ne might I never ſeene you but in ſorrow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I can nat ſaine what may the cauſe be,</l>
                  <l>But if for love of ſome Trojan it were,</l>
                  <l>The which right ſore would a thinken me,</l>
                  <l>That ye for any wight that dwelleth there,</l>
                  <l>Shoulden ſpill a quarter of a tere,</l>
                  <l>Or pitouſly your ſelven ſo begile,</l>
                  <l>For dredeleſſe it is nat worth the while.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The folke of Troy, as who ſaith all &amp; ſome,</l>
                  <l>In priſon ben, as ye your ſelven ſee,</l>
                  <l>Fro thence ſhall nat one on live come,</l>
                  <l>For all the gold at wixen ſunne and ſee,</l>
                  <l>Truſteth well, and underſtondeth mee,</l>
                  <l>There ſhall nat one to mercy gone on live,</l>
                  <l>All were he lord of worldes twiſe five.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Such wrech on hem for fetching of Heleine</l>
                  <l>There ſhall be take, ere that we hence wend,</l>
                  <l>That Maunes, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Goddes ben of peine,</l>
                  <l>Shall ben agaſt that Grekes wol hem ſhend,</l>
                  <l>And men ſhall drede unto the worlds end</l>
                  <l>From henceforth to raviſhen any Queene,</l>
                  <l>So cruell ſhall our wreche on hem be ſeene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And but if Calcas lede us with ambages,</l>
                  <l>That is to ſaine, with double wordes ſlie,</l>
                  <l>Such as men clepen a word with two viſages,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhall well knowen that I nat ne lie,</l>
                  <l>And all this thing right ſene it with your eie,</l>
                  <l>And that anon, ye nill nat trow how ſoone,</l>
                  <l>Now taketh hede, for it is for to doone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What wene ye your wiſe father would</l>
                  <l>Have yeven Antenor for you anone,</l>
                  <l>If he ne wiſt that the city ſhould</l>
                  <l>Deſtroied ben? why nay ſo mote I gone,</l>
                  <l>He knew full well there ſhall nat ſcapen one</l>
                  <l>That Troian is, and for the great fere</l>
                  <l>He durſt nat that ye dwelt lenger there.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>What woll ye more, O loveſome lady dere,</l>
                  <l>Let Troy and Troians fro your heart paſſe,</l>
                  <l>Drive out y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bitter hope, &amp; make good chere,</l>
                  <l>And clepe ayen the beautie of your face,</l>
                  <l>That ye with ſalt teares ſo deface,</l>
                  <l>For Troy is brought in ſuch a ieopardie,</l>
                  <l>That it to ſave is now no remedie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And thinketh well, ye ſhall in Grekes find</l>
                  <l>A more perfite love, ere it be night,</l>
                  <l>That any Troian is, and more kind,</l>
                  <l>And bet to ſerven you woll done his might,</l>
                  <l>And if ye vouchſafe my lady bright,</l>
                  <l>I woll ben he, to ſerven you my ſelve,</l>
                  <l>Ye lever than be lord of Greces twelve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And with that word he gan to waxen reed,</l>
                  <l>And in his ſpeech a little while he quoke,</l>
                  <l>And caſt aſide a little with his heed,</l>
                  <l>And ſtint a while, and afterward he woke,</l>
                  <l>And ſoberly on her he threw his loke,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid I am, albeit to you my joy,</l>
                  <l>As gentill a man as any wight in Troy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For if my father Tideus (he ſeide)</l>
                  <l>I lived had, I had been ere this,</l>
                  <l>Of Calcidonie and Arge a king, Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>And ſo hope I that I ſhall be iwis:</l>
                  <l>But he was ſlaine alas, the more harme is,</l>
                  <l>Vnhappily at Thebes all to rathe,</l>
                  <l>Polimite, and many a man to ſcathe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But hart mine, ſithe that I am your man,</l>
                  <l>And ben the firſt, of whom I feche grace,</l>
                  <l>To ſerve you as heartely as I can,</l>
                  <l>And ever ſhall, while I to live have ſpace,</l>
                  <l>So that, ere I depart out of this place,</l>
                  <l>Ye woll me graunte, that I may to morow</l>
                  <l>At better laiſer tell you of my ſorow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What ſhuld I tell his wordes that he ſeide?</l>
                  <l>He ſpake ynough for o day at the meſt,</l>
                  <l>It preveth well he ſpake ſo, that Creſeide</l>
                  <l>Graunted on the morrow at his requeſt</l>
                  <l>For to ſpeake with him at the leaſt,</l>
                  <l>So that he nolde ſpeake of ſuch matere,</l>
                  <l>And thus ſhe to him ſaid, as ye mowe here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As ſhe that had her hart on Troilus</l>
                  <l>So faſt, that there may it none arace,</l>
                  <l>And ſtraungely ſhe ſpake, and ſaied thus:</l>
                  <l>O Diomede, I love that ilke place</l>
                  <l>There was I borne, and Ioves of thy grace</l>
                  <l>Deliver it ſoone of all that doth it care,</l>
                  <l>God for thy might ſo leve it well to fare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That Grekes wold her wrath on Troy wreke</l>
                  <l>If that they might, I know it well iwis,</l>
                  <l>But it ſhall naught befallen as ye ſpeke,</l>
                  <l>And God toforne, and farther over this,</l>
                  <l>I wote my father wiſe and ready is,</l>
                  <l>And that he me hath bought, as ye me told,</l>
                  <l>So dere am I the more vnto him hold.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That Grekes ben of high conditioun,</l>
                  <l>I wote eke well, but certaine men ſhall find</l>
                  <l>As worthie folke within Troy toun,</l>
                  <l>As conning, as perſite, and as kinde,</l>
                  <l>As ben betwixte Orcades and Inde,</l>
                  <l>And that ye could well your lady ſerve</l>
                  <l>I trow eke well, her thonke for to deſerve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But as to ſpeake of loue, iwis (ſhe ſeide)</l>
                  <l>I had a lord, to whom I wedded was,</l>
                  <l>His whole mine hart was all till he deide,</l>
                  <l>And other love, as helpe me now Pallas,</l>
                  <l>There in mine hart nis, ne never was,</l>
                  <l>And that ye ben of noble and high kinrede,</l>
                  <l>I have well herde it tellen out of drede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> doth me to have ſo great a wonder,</l>
                  <l>That ye woll ſcornen any woman ſo,</l>
                  <l>Eke God wote, love and I ben fer aſonder,</l>
                  <l>I am diſpoſed bet, ſo mote I go,</l>
                  <l>Vnto my death plaine and make wo,</l>
                  <l>What I ſhall after done, I can not ſay,</l>
                  <l>But truely as yet me liſt nat play.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Mine hart is now in tribulatioun,</l>
                  <l>And ye in armes buſie day by day,</l>
                  <l>Hereafter when ye wonnen have the toun,</l>
                  <l>Paraventure then, ſo it happen may,</l>
                  <l>That when I ſee that I never ere ſey,</l>
                  <l>Then woll I werke y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I never ere wrought,</l>
                  <l>This word to you ynough ſuffiſen ought.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To morow eke wol I ſpeken with you faine,</l>
                  <l>So that ye touchen naught of this matere,</l>
                  <l>And when you liſt, ye may come here againe,</l>
                  <l>And ere ye gone, thus much I ſay you here,</l>
                  <l>As helpe me Pallas, with her haires clere,</l>
                  <l>If that I ſhould of any Greeke have routh,</l>
                  <l>It ſhulde be your ſelven by my trouth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I ſay nat therefore that I woll you love,</l>
                  <l>Ne ſay nat nay, but in concluſioun,</l>
                  <l>I meane well by God that ſit above:</l>
                  <l>And therewithall ſhe caſt her eien doun,</l>
                  <l>And gan to ſigh, &amp; ſaid, Troilus &amp; Troy toun</l>
                  <l>Yet bidde I God, in quiet and in reſt</l>
                  <l>I may you ſeene, or do mine hart breſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But in effect, and ſhortly for to ſay,</l>
                  <l>This Diomede all freſhly new againe</l>
                  <l>Gan preaſen on, and faſt her mercy pray,</l>
                  <l>And after this, the ſoothe for to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>Her gloue he toke, of which he was full faine,</l>
                  <l>And finally, when it was woxen eve,</l>
                  <l>And all was well, he roſe and tooke his leve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The bright Venus folowed and aie taught</l>
                  <l>The way there brode Phebus doune alight,</l>
                  <l>And Cithera her chare horſe over taught,</l>
                  <l>To whirle out of the Lion, if ſhe might,</l>
                  <l>And Signifer his candles ſheweth bright,</l>
                  <l>When that Creſeide vnto her bed went,</l>
                  <l>Within her fathers faire bright tent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Retourning in her ſoule aye vp and doun</l>
                  <l>The wordes of this ſuddaine Diomede,</l>
                  <l>His great eſtate, and perill of the toun,</l>
                  <l>And that ſhe was alone, and had nede</l>
                  <l>Of friendes help, and thus began to brede</l>
                  <l>
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The cauſe why, the ſoothe for to tell,</l>
                  <l>She tooke fully purpoſe for to dwell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The morow came, and ghoſtly for to ſpeke,</l>
                  <l>This Diomede is come vnto Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>And ſhortly, leaſt that ye my tale breke,</l>
                  <l>So well he for himſelfe ſpake and ſeide,</l>
                  <l>That all her ſighes ſore doune he leide,</l>
                  <l>And finally, the ſoothe for to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>He reſt her the great of all her paine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And after this, the ſtory telleth vs,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe him yave the faire bay ſtede,</l>
                  <l>The which ſhe ones wan of Troilus,</l>
                  <l>And eke a brooch (and that was little nede)</l>
                  <l>That Troilus was, ſhe yave this Diomede,</l>
                  <l>And eke the bet from ſorow him to releve,</l>
                  <l>She made him weare a pencell of her ſleve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I find eke in ſtories elſewhere,</l>
                  <l>When through the body hurt was Diomede</l>
                  <l>Of Troilus, tho wept ſhe many a tere,</l>
                  <l>When that ſhe ſaw his wide wounds blede,</l>
                  <l>And that ſhe tooke to kepen him good hede,</l>
                  <l>And for to healen him of his ſmart,</l>
                  <l>Men ſaine, I not, that ſhe yave him her hart.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But truely the ſtorie telleth vs,</l>
                  <l>There made never woman more wo</l>
                  <l>Than ſhe, when that ſhe falſed Troilus,</l>
                  <l>She ſaid alas, for now is clene ago</l>
                  <l>My name in trouth of love for evermo,</l>
                  <l>For I have falſed one the gentilleſt</l>
                  <l>That ever was, and one the worthieſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas, of me vnto the worldes end</l>
                  <l>Shall neither ben iwritten or iſong</l>
                  <l>No good word, for theſe bokes woll me ſhend:</l>
                  <l>Irolled ſhall I been on many a <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ong,</l>
                  <l>Throughout the world my bell ſhall be rong,</l>
                  <l>And women moſt woll hate me of all,</l>
                  <l>Alas, that ſuch a caas me ſhould fall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>They woll ſaine, in as much as in me is,</l>
                  <l>I have hem done diſhonour welaway,</l>
                  <l>* All be I not the firſt that did amis,</l>
                  <l>What helpeth that, to done my blame away,</l>
                  <l>But ſens I ſee there is no better way,</l>
                  <l>And that too late is now for me to rue,</l>
                  <l>To Diomede I woll algate be true.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But Troilus, ſens I no better may,</l>
                  <l>And ſens that thus departen ye and I,</l>
                  <l>Yet pray I God ſo yeve you right good day,</l>
                  <l>As for the gentilleſt knight truely</l>
                  <l>That ever I ſaw, to ſerven faithfully,</l>
                  <l>And beſt can aye his ladies honour kepe,</l>
                  <l>And with that word ſhe braſt anon to wepe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And certes, you ne haten ſhall I never,</l>
                  <l>And friendes love, that ſhall ye have of me,</l>
                  <l>And my good word, all ſhould I liven ever,</l>
                  <l>And truly I would right ſorrie be,</l>
                  <l>For to ſeene you in adverſite,</l>
                  <l>And guiltleſſe I wot well I you leave,</l>
                  <l>And all ſhall paſſe, and thus take I my leave.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But truly how long it was bitwene,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe forſoke him for this Diomede,</l>
                  <l>There is none authour telleth it I wene,</l>
                  <l>Take every man now to his bookes hede,</l>
                  <l>He ſhall no terme finden, out of drede,</l>
                  <l>For though that he began to woe her ſone,</l>
                  <l>Ere he her wan, yet was there more to done.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ne me ne liſt this ſillie woman chide,</l>
                  <l>Ferther than the ſtorie woll de viſe,</l>
                  <l>Her name alas is publiſhed ſo wide,</l>
                  <l>That for her gilt it ought ynough ſuffiſe,</l>
                  <l>And if I might excuſe her in any wiſe,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe ſo ſorrie was for her vntrouth,</l>
                  <l>Iwis I would excuſe her yet for routh.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Troilus, as I before have told,</l>
                  <l>Thus driveth forth, as wel as he hath might,</l>
                  <l>But oft was his heart hote and cold,</l>
                  <l>And namely that ilke ninth night,</l>
                  <l>Which on the morrow ſhe had him behight</l>
                  <l>To come ayen, God wote full little reſt</l>
                  <l>Had he that night, nothing to ſlepe him leſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The laurer crowned Phebus, with his heat</l>
                  <l>Gan in his courſe aie vpward as he went,</l>
                  <l>To warmen of the Eaſt ſea the waves wete,</l>
                  <l>And Circes doughter ſong, with freſh entent,</l>
                  <l>When Troilus his Pandare after ſent,</l>
                  <l>And on the wals of the towne they pleide,</l>
                  <l>To looke, if they can ſeene aught of Creſeide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Till it was noone, they ſtooden for to ſee</l>
                  <l>Who that there came, &amp; every maner wight</l>
                  <l>That came fro ferre, they ſaiden it was ſhee,</l>
                  <l>Till that they coulden knowen him aright,</l>
                  <l>Now was his heart dull, now was it light,</l>
                  <l>And thus beyaped ſtooden for to ſtare</l>
                  <l>About naught, this Troilus and Pandare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To Pandarus this Troilus tho ſeide</l>
                  <l>For aught I wot, before noone ſikerly,</l>
                  <l>Into this toune ne cometh not here Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>She hath ynough to done hardely</l>
                  <l>To winnen from her father, ſo trow I,</l>
                  <l>Her old father woll yet make her dine</l>
                  <l>Ere that ſhe go, God yeve his hart pine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Pandarus anſwerd, it may well been cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tain</l>
                  <l>And for thy let vs dine, I thee beſeech,</l>
                  <l>And after noone then maiſt thou come again,</l>
                  <l>And home they go, without more ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>And comen ayen, but long may they ſeech,</l>
                  <l>Ere that they find that they after gape,</l>
                  <l>Fortune hem both thinketh for to yape.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>(Qd. Troilus) I ſee well now that ſhe</l>
                  <l>Is taried with her old father ſo,</l>
                  <l>That ere ſhe come, it woll nigh even be,</l>
                  <l>Come forth, I woll vnto the yate go,</l>
                  <l>Theſe porters ben vnkonning <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>vermo,</l>
                  <l>And I woll done hem holden vp the yate,</l>
                  <l>As naught ne were, although ſhe come late.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The day goth faſt, and after that came eve,</l>
                  <l>And yet came nat to Troilus Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>
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He looketh forth by hedge, by tree, by greve,</l>
                  <l>And ferre his head over the wall he leide,</l>
                  <l>And at the laſt he tourned him, and ſeide,</l>
                  <l>By God I wote her meaning now Pandare,</l>
                  <l>Almoſt iwis all new was my care.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now doubtleſſe this Lady can her good,</l>
                  <l>I wote ſhe commeth riding prively,</l>
                  <l>I commend her wiſedome by mine hood,</l>
                  <l>She woll nat maken people nicely</l>
                  <l>Gaure on her when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhe commeth, but ſoftely</l>
                  <l>By night into the toune ſhe thinketh ride,</l>
                  <l>And dere brother, thinke nat long to abide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>We have naught els for to done iwis,</l>
                  <l>And Pandarus, now wilt thou trowen me,</l>
                  <l>Have here my trouth, I ſee her, yond ſhe is,</l>
                  <l>Heave up thine eyen man, mayſt thou nat ſee:</l>
                  <l>Pandare anſwerde, nay, ſo mote I thee,</l>
                  <l>Al wrong by God, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſaiſt thou man, wher art,</l>
                  <l>That I ſee yonde afarre, nis but a cart.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas thou ſayſt right ſooth (qd. Troilus)</l>
                  <l>But hardely it is not all for nought,</l>
                  <l>That in mine hart I now rejoyce thus,</l>
                  <l>It is ayenſt ſome good, I have a thought,</l>
                  <l>Not I nat how, but ſens y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was wrought,</l>
                  <l>Ne felt I ſuch a comfort dare I ſay,</l>
                  <l>She cometh to night, my life y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> durſt I lay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Pandarus anſwerde, it may be well inough,</l>
                  <l>And held with him of all that ever he ſaied,</l>
                  <l>But in his hart he thought, and ſoft lough,</l>
                  <l>And to himſelfe full ſoberly he ſaied,</l>
                  <l>* From haſell wood, there jolly Robin plaied,</l>
                  <l>Shall come all that thou abideſt here,</l>
                  <l>Ye, farwell all the ſnow of ferne yere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Wardein of the yates gan to call</l>
                  <l>The folk, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> without the yates were,</l>
                  <l>And bad hem driven in her beaſts all,</l>
                  <l>Or all the night they muſt bleven there,</l>
                  <l>And ferre within the night, with many a tere,</l>
                  <l>This Troilus gan homeward for to ride,</l>
                  <l>For well he ſeeth it helpeth nat to abide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, he gladded him in this,</l>
                  <l>He thought he miſacompted had his day,</l>
                  <l>And ſaied, I underſtand have all amis,</l>
                  <l>For thilke night I laſt Creſeide ſey,</l>
                  <l>She ſayd I ſhall ben here, if that I may,</l>
                  <l>Ere that the Moone, O dere hart ſwete,</l>
                  <l>The Lion paſſe out of this Ariete.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For which ſhe may yet hold all her beheſt,</l>
                  <l>And on the morrow unto the yate he went,</l>
                  <l>And up and doune, by Weſt &amp; eke by Eaſt</l>
                  <l>Vpon the walls made he many a went,</l>
                  <l>But all for naught, his hope alway him blent,</l>
                  <l>For which at night, in ſorow &amp; ſighes ſore,</l>
                  <l>He went him home, withouten any more.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This hope all cleane out of his hart fled,</l>
                  <l>He ne hath whereon now lenger for to hong,</l>
                  <l>But for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> paine him thought his hart bled,</l>
                  <l>So were his throws ſharp, &amp; wonder ſtrong,</l>
                  <l>For when he ſaw that ſhe abode ſo long,</l>
                  <l>He niſt what he judgen of it might,</l>
                  <l>Sens ſhe hath broken y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe him behight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The third, fourth, fift, and ſixt day</l>
                  <l>After tho dayes tenne, of which I told,</l>
                  <l>Betwixen hope and drede his hart ſay,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſomewhat truſting on her heſtes old,</l>
                  <l>But when he ſaw ſhe nolde her terme hold,</l>
                  <l>He can now ſeene none other remedie,</l>
                  <l>But for to ſhape him ſoone for to die.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Therwith the wicked ſpirit, God us bleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Which that men clepen wood jealouſie,</l>
                  <l>Gan in him crepe, in all this hevineſſe,</l>
                  <l>For which becauſe he would ſoone die,</l>
                  <l>He ne eat ne dronke for his melancholie,</l>
                  <l>And eke from every company he fled,</l>
                  <l>This was the life that all this time he led.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>He ſo defaite was, that no manner man,</l>
                  <l>Vnneth he might knowen there he went,</l>
                  <l>So was he leane, and thereto pale and wan,</l>
                  <l>And feeble, that he walketh by potent,</l>
                  <l>And with his ire he thus himſelfe ſhent:</l>
                  <l>But who ſo asked him whereof him ſmart,</l>
                  <l>He ſayd, his harme was all about his hart.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Priam full oft, and eke his mother dere,</l>
                  <l>His bretherne and his ſuſtren gan him frain</l>
                  <l>Why he ſo ſorrowfull was in all his chere,</l>
                  <l>And what thing was y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cauſe of all his pain?</l>
                  <l>But all for naught, he nolde his cauſe plain,</l>
                  <l>But ſayd, he felt a grievous maladie</l>
                  <l>About his hart, and faine he would die.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So on a day he laid him down to ſlepe,</l>
                  <l>And ſo befell, that in ſlepe him thought,</l>
                  <l>That in a forreſt faſt he walked to wepe</l>
                  <l>For love of her y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> him theſe paines wrought,</l>
                  <l>And up &amp; doune as he that forreſt ſought,</l>
                  <l>He met he ſaw a Bore, with tuskes great,</l>
                  <l>That ſlept ayenſt the bright Sunnes heat.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And by this Bore, faſt in her armes fold</l>
                  <l>Lay kiſſing aye his lady bright Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>For ſorrow of which, when he it gan behold,</l>
                  <l>And for diſpite, out of his ſlepe he breide,</l>
                  <l>And loude he cried on Pandarus, and ſeide,</l>
                  <l>O Pandarus, now know I crop and root,</l>
                  <l>I nam but dead, there nis none other boot.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My lady bright Creſeide hath me betraied,</l>
                  <l>In whom I truſted moſt of any wight,</l>
                  <l>She elſewhere hath now her hart apaied,</l>
                  <l>The bliſfull Gods, through her great might,</l>
                  <l>Have in my dreame iſhewed it full right,</l>
                  <l>Thus in my dreame Creſeide have I behold,</l>
                  <l>And all this thing to Pandarus he told.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O my Creſeide, alas, what ſubtelte?</l>
                  <l>What new luſt? What beauty? What ſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence?</l>
                  <l>What wrath of juſt cauſe have ye to me?</l>
                  <l>What guilt of me? What fell experience</l>
                  <l>Hath me rafte alas thine advertence?</l>
                  <l>O truſt, O faith, O depe aſſuraunce,</l>
                  <l>Who hath me raft Creſeide all my piea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce?</l>
                  <l>
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Alas, why let I you from hence go?</l>
                  <l>For which well nigh out of my wit I breide,</l>
                  <l>Who ſhall now trow on any othes mo?</l>
                  <l>God wote I wend, O lady bright Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>That every word was Goſpell that ye ſeide,</l>
                  <l>* But who may bet beguile, if him liſt,</l>
                  <l>Than he on whom men wenen beſt to triſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What ſhall I done, my Pandarus, alas?</l>
                  <l>I fele now ſo ſharpe a new paine,</l>
                  <l>Sens that there is no remedy in this caas,</l>
                  <l>That bet were it I with mine honds twaine</l>
                  <l>My ſelven ſlow than alway thus to plaine,</l>
                  <l>For through y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> death my wo ſhuld have an end,</l>
                  <l>There every day with life my ſelf I ſhend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Pandare anſwerde and ſaid, alas y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> while</l>
                  <l>That I was borne, have I nat ſaied er this,</l>
                  <l>That dreames many a manner man beguile:</l>
                  <l>And why? For folke expounden hem amis,</l>
                  <l>How darſt thou ſaine that falſe thy lady is,</l>
                  <l>For any dreame, right for thine own drede,</l>
                  <l>Let be this thought, thou canſt no dreams rede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Peraventure there thou dremeſt of this bore,</l>
                  <l>It may ſo be that it may ſignifie</l>
                  <l>Her father, which that old is and eke hore,</l>
                  <l>Ayen the ſunne lieth on point to die,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe for ſorow ginneth wepe and crie,</l>
                  <l>And kiſſeth him, there he lieth on the ground,</l>
                  <l>Thus ſhuldeſt thou thy dreme aright expound</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>How might I then doen (qd. Troilus)</l>
                  <l>To know of this, yea were neuer ſo lite:</l>
                  <l>Now ſayſt thou wiſely (qd. this Pandarus)</l>
                  <l>My rede is this, ſens thou canſt well endite,</l>
                  <l>That haſtily a letter thou her write,</l>
                  <l>Through w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> thou ſhalt well bringen about</l>
                  <l>To know a ſooth of that thou art in dout.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſee now why? for this dare I well ſain,</l>
                  <l>That if ſo is, that ſhe untrue be,</l>
                  <l>I cannot trowen that ſhe woll write again,</l>
                  <l>And if ſhe write, thou ſhalt full ſone iſee,</l>
                  <l>As whether ſhe hath any liberte</l>
                  <l>To come ayen, or els in ſome clauſe</l>
                  <l>If ſhe be let, ſhe woll aſſigne a cauſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thou haſt not written to her ſens ſhe went,</l>
                  <l>Nor ſhe to thee, and this I durſt lay,</l>
                  <l>There may ſuch cauſe ben in her entent,</l>
                  <l>That hardely thou wolt thy ſelven ſay,</l>
                  <l>That her abode the beſt is for you tway,</l>
                  <l>Now write her then, &amp; thou ſhalt fele ſone</l>
                  <l>A ſooth of all, there is no more to done.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Accorded ben to this concluſioun,</l>
                  <l>And that anon, theſe like lords two,</l>
                  <l>And haſtely ſate Troilus adoun,</l>
                  <l>And rolleth in his hart too and fro,</l>
                  <l>How he may beſt deſcriven her his wo,</l>
                  <l>And to Creſeide his owne lady dere,</l>
                  <l>He wrote right thus, &amp; ſaid as ye may here.</l>
               </lg>
               <q>
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                           <head>¶The copy of the Letter.</head>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Right freſh flour, whoſe I have ben &amp; ſhall,</l>
                              <l>Withouten part of elſewhere ſerviſe,</l>
                              <l>With hart, body, life, luſt, thought, and all,</l>
                              <l>I wofull wight in every humble wiſe</l>
                              <l>That tong can tell, or hart may deviſe,</l>
                              <l>As oft as matter occupieth place,</l>
                              <l>Me recommaund unto your noble grace.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Liketh it you to weten ſweete hart,</l>
                              <l>As ye well know, how long time agon</l>
                              <l>That ye me left in aſpre paines ſmart,</l>
                              <l>When that ye went, of which yet bote non</l>
                              <l>Have I non had, but ever worſe bigon,</l>
                              <l>Fro day to day am I, and ſo mote dwell,</l>
                              <l>While it you liſt, of wele and wo my well.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>For which to you, with dredefull hart trew,</l>
                              <l>I write (as he that ſorow driveth to write)</l>
                              <l>My wo, that every houre encreaſeth new,</l>
                              <l>Complaining as I dare, or can endite,</l>
                              <l>And that defaced is, that may ye wite,</l>
                              <l>The teares, w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> that from mine eyen rain,</l>
                              <l>That wulden ſpeke, if that they durſt, &amp; plain.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>You firſt beſeech I, that your eyen clere</l>
                              <l>To looke on this defouled nat hold:</l>
                              <l>And over all this, that ye my lady dere</l>
                              <l>Woll vouchſafe this letter to behold,</l>
                              <l>And by the cauſe eke of my cares cold,</l>
                              <l>That ſlaeth my wit, if aught amis me ſtart,</l>
                              <l>Foryeve it me mine owne ſweet hart.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>If any ſeruaunt durſt or ought of right</l>
                              <l>Vpon his lady pitouſly complaine,</l>
                              <l>Then wene I that I ought be that wight,</l>
                              <l>Conſidred this, that ye theſe moneths twaine</l>
                              <l>Have raried, there ye ſaiden ſooth to ſaine,</l>
                              <l>But tenne daies ye nolde in hoſte ſoiourne,</l>
                              <l>But in two moneths yet ye not retourne.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>But for as much as me mote nedes like</l>
                              <l>All that you liſt, I dare nat plaine more,</l>
                              <l>But humbly, with ſorowfull ſighes ſike,</l>
                              <l>You right I mine vnreſtie ſorowes ſore,</l>
                              <l>Fro day to day, deſiring evermore</l>
                              <l>To knowen fully, if your will it were,</l>
                              <l>How ye have fared &amp; don while ye be there.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Whoſe welfare &amp; heale eke God encreaſe</l>
                              <l>In honour ſuch, that vpward in degree</l>
                              <l>It grow alway, ſo that it never ceaſe,</l>
                              <l>Right as your hart aye can my lady free</l>
                              <l>Deviſe, I pray to God ſo mote it be,</l>
                              <l>And graunt it, that you ſoone vpon me rew,</l>
                              <l>As wiſely as inall I am to you trew.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And if you liketh knowen of the fare</l>
                              <l>Of me, whoſe wo ther may no wight diſcrive,</l>
                              <l>I can no more, but cheſt of every care,</l>
                              <l>At writing of this letter I was on live,</l>
                              <l>All redy out my wofull ghoſt to drive,</l>
                              <l>Which I delay, and hold him yet in hond,</l>
                              <l>Vpon the ſight of matter of your ſond.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Mine eyen two, in vaine with which I ſee,</l>
                              <l>Of ſorowfull teres ſalt arne woxen wellis,</l>
                              <l>My ſong in plaint of mine adverſite,</l>
                              <l>My good in harm, mine eaſe eke woxen hell is,</l>
                              <l>
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My joy in wo, I can ſey now nought ellis,</l>
                              <l>But tourned is, for which my life I warie</l>
                              <l>Every joy or eaſe in his contrarie.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>W<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> with your coming home ayen to Troy</l>
                              <l>Ye may redreſſe, and more a thouſand ſithe,</l>
                              <l>Than ever I had encreaſen in me joy,</l>
                              <l>For was there never hart yet ſo blithe</l>
                              <l>To ſave his life, as I ſhall ben as ſwithe</l>
                              <l>As I you ſee, and though no manner routh</l>
                              <l>Can meuen you, yet thinketh on your trouth.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>And if ſo be my gilt hath death deſerved,</l>
                              <l>Or if you liſt no more vpon me ſee,</l>
                              <l>In guerdon yet of that I have you ſerved,</l>
                              <l>Beſeeeh I you, mine owne lady free,</l>
                              <l>That herevpon ye woulden write me</l>
                              <l>For love of God, my right lodeſterre,</l>
                              <l>That death may make an end of al my werre.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>If other cauſe aught doth you for to dwell,</l>
                              <l>That with your letter ye may me recomfort,</l>
                              <l>For though to me your abſence is an hell,</l>
                              <l>With patience I woll my wo comfort,</l>
                              <l>And with your letter of hope I woll diſport,</l>
                              <l>Now writeth ſwete, &amp; let me thus nat plaine</l>
                              <l>With hope or death, delivereth me fro paine.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>Iwis mine owne dere hert trew,</l>
                              <l>I wote that when ye next vpon me ſee</l>
                              <l>So loſt have I mine heale &amp; eke mine hew,</l>
                              <l>Creſeide ſhall not conne knowen me,</l>
                              <l>Iwis mine herts day, my lady free,</l>
                              <l>So thurſteth aye mine hert to behold.</l>
                              <l>Your beautie, that vnneth my life I hold.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>I ſay no more, all have I for to ſey</l>
                              <l>To you well more than I tell may,</l>
                              <l>But whether that ye do me live or dey,</l>
                              <l>Yet pray I God, ſo yeve you right good day,</l>
                              <l>And fareth well goodly faire freſh May,</l>
                              <l>As ye that life or death me may commaund,</l>
                              <l>And to your trouth aye I me recomaund.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <lg>
                              <l>With heale ſuch, that but ye yeven me</l>
                              <l>The ſame heale, I ſhall none heale have,</l>
                              <l>In you lieth, when you liſt that it ſo be,</l>
                              <l>The day in which me clothen ſhall my grave,</l>
                              <l>And in you my life, in you might for to ſave</l>
                              <l>Me fro diſeaſe of all my paines ſmart,</l>
                              <l>And fare now well mine owne ſweet hart.</l>
                           </lg>
                           <closer>
                              <signed>La voſtre T.</signed>
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               </q>
               <lg>
                  <l>This letter forth was ſent vnto Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>Of which her anſwere in effect was this,</l>
                  <l>Full pitouſly ſhe wrote ayen, and ſeide,</l>
                  <l>That all ſo ſoone as ſhe might iwis,</l>
                  <l>She would come, &amp; amend all that was amis</l>
                  <l>And finally, ſhe wrote and ſaied then,</l>
                  <l>She would come, ye, but ſhe niſt when.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But in her letter made ſhe ſuch feaſts,</l>
                  <l>That wonder was, and ſwore ſhe loved him beſt,</l>
                  <l>Of which he found but bottomleſſe biheſts,</l>
                  <l>But Troilus thou mayſt now Eaſt &amp; Weſt</l>
                  <l>* Pipe in an Iuie leafe, if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thee leſt,</l>
                  <l>Thus goth the world, god ſhild vs fro miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chaunce,</l>
                  <l>And every wight y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> meaneth trouth avaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Encreaſen gan the wo fro day to night</l>
                  <l>Of Troilus, for tarying of Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>And leſſen gan his hope and eke his might,</l>
                  <l>For which all doun he in his bedde him leide,</l>
                  <l>He ne eat, dronke, ne ſlept, ne word ſeide,</l>
                  <l>Imagining aye that ſhe was vnkind,</l>
                  <l>For which wel nigh he wext out of his mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This dreme, of w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> I told have eke beforne,</l>
                  <l>May never come out of his remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>He thought aye well he had his lady lorne,</l>
                  <l>And that Ioves, of his purveyaunce,</l>
                  <l>Him ſhewed had in ſleepe the ſignifiaunce</l>
                  <l>Of her vntrouth, and his diſaventure,</l>
                  <l>And that the bore was ſhewed him in figure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For which he for Sibille his ſuffer ſent,</l>
                  <l>That called was Caſſandre eke all about,</l>
                  <l>And all his dreame he told her ere he ſtent,</l>
                  <l>And her be ſought aſſoilen him the dout,</l>
                  <l>Of the ſtrong Bore, with tuskes ſtout,</l>
                  <l>And finally, within a little ſtound,</l>
                  <l>Caſſandre him gan thus his dreme expound.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She gan firſt ſmile, &amp; ſaid, O brother dere,</l>
                  <l>If thou a ſooth of this deſireſt to know,</l>
                  <l>Thou muſt a few of old ſtories here,</l>
                  <l>To purpoſe how that fortune overthrow</l>
                  <l>Hath lords old, through which within a throw</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt this Bore know, &amp; of what kind</l>
                  <l>He comen is, as men in bookes find.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Diane, which that wroth was and in ire,</l>
                  <l>For Greekes nolde done her Sacrifice,</l>
                  <l>Ne incens vpon her Alter ſet on fire,</l>
                  <l>She for that Greekes gon her ſo diſpiſe,</l>
                  <l>Wrake her in a wonder cruell wiſe,</l>
                  <l>For with a Bore as great as oxe in ſtall,</l>
                  <l>She made vp frete her corne and vines all.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To ſlea y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Bore was all the country raiſed,</l>
                  <l>Emong which there came this Bore to</l>
                  <l>A maid one of this world the beſt ipraiſed</l>
                  <l>And Meleager, lord of that countre,</l>
                  <l>He loved ſo this freſh maiden free,</l>
                  <l>That with his manhood, ere he would ſtent,</l>
                  <l>This Bore he ſlough, &amp; her the hed he ſent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of which, as old bookes tellen vs,</l>
                  <l>There roſe a conteke and great envie,</l>
                  <l>And of this lord diſcended Tideus</l>
                  <l>By line, or els old bookes lie:</l>
                  <l>But how this Meleager gan to die</l>
                  <l>Through his mother, woll I you not tell,</l>
                  <l>For all too long it were for to dwell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She told eke how Tideus, ere ſhe ſtent,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the ſtrong citie of Thebes</l>
                  <l>(To claimen kingdome of the citie) went</l>
                  <l>For his fellawe dan Polimites,</l>
                  <l>Of which the brother dan Ethiocles</l>
                  <l>Full wrongfully or Thebes held y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſtrength,</l>
                  <l>This told ſhe by proeſſe all by length.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She told eke how Hemonides affart,</l>
                  <l>When Tideus ſtough fiftie knightes ſtout,</l>
                  <l>
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She told eke all the Propheſies by hart,</l>
                  <l>And how that ſeven kings with her rout</l>
                  <l>Beſiegeden the citie all about,</l>
                  <l>And of the holy Serpent, and the well,</l>
                  <l>And of the furies all ſhe gan him tell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Aſſociat profugus Tideus primo Polynicem</l>
                  <l>Tidea ligatum docet inſidiaſque ſecundo,</l>
                  <l>Tertius Harmoniam canit, &amp; vatem latitantem</l>
                  <l>Quartus habet reges ineuntes praelia ſeptem</l>
                  <l>Lemniadum furiae quinto narrantur &amp; anguis</l>
                  <l>Archemori buſtum: ſexto ludique ſeguuntur.</l>
                  <l>Dat Thebis vatem Graiorum ſeptimus umbris</l>
                  <l>Octavo cecidit Tideus ſpes vita Pelaſgum</l>
                  <l>Hippomedon nono moritur cum Parthenopeo</l>
                  <l>Fulmine percuſſus decimo Capaneus ſuperatur</l>
                  <l>Undecimo perimunt ſeſe per vulnera fratres</l>
                  <l>Argivum flentem, narrat duodenus &amp; ignem.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of Archinories burying, and the plaies,</l>
                  <l>And how Amphiorax fill through the ground,</l>
                  <l>How Tideus was ſlaine, lord of Argeis,</l>
                  <l>And how Hippomedon in a little ſtound</l>
                  <l>Was dreint, &amp; dead Parthenope of wound,</l>
                  <l>And alſo how Campaneus the proud</l>
                  <l>With thunder dint was ſlaine, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cried loud.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She gan eke tell him how y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> either brother</l>
                  <l>Ethiocles and Polimites alſo</l>
                  <l>At a ſcarmiſhe eche of hem ſlough other,</l>
                  <l>And of Argiues weeping and her mo,</l>
                  <l>And how the toun was brent ſhe told eke tho,</l>
                  <l>And tho diſcended doun from leſtes old</l>
                  <l>To Diomede, and thus ſhe ſpake and told.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This like Bore betokeneth Diomede,</l>
                  <l>Tideus ſon, that doun deſcended is</l>
                  <l>Fro Meleager, that made the Bore to blede,</l>
                  <l>And thy Lady, where ſo ſhe be iwis,</l>
                  <l>This Diomede her hert hath, and ſhe is his,</l>
                  <l>Weep if thou wolt, or leave, for out of dout</l>
                  <l>This Diomede is in, and thou art out.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thou ſayſt not ſooth (qd. he) thou ſorcereſſe,</l>
                  <l>With all thy falſe ghoſt of Prophecie,</l>
                  <l>Thou weneſt been a great devinereſſe,</l>
                  <l>Now ſeeſt thou nat this foole of fantaſie,</l>
                  <l>Painen her on ladies for to lie,</l>
                  <l>Away (qd. he) there Ioves yeve the ſorow,</l>
                  <l>That ſhalt be fals peraventure yet to morow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As well thou mighteſt lien on good Alceſte,</l>
                  <l>That was of creatures (but men lie)</l>
                  <l>That ever weren, kindeſt, and the beſt,</l>
                  <l>For when her husbond was in ieopardie</l>
                  <l>To die himſelfe, but if ſhe would die,</l>
                  <l>She cheſe for him to die, and to hell,</l>
                  <l>And ſtarfe anon, as vs the bookes tell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Caſſandre goeth, and he with cruell hart</l>
                  <l>Foryate his wo, for anger of her ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>And fro his bedde all ſuddainly he ſtart,</l>
                  <l>As though all hole him had I made a ſeech,</l>
                  <l>And day by day he gan require and ſeech</l>
                  <l>A ſooth of this, with all his full cure,</l>
                  <l>And thus he driveth forth his aventure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Fortune which that permutation</l>
                  <l>Of all things hath, as it is her committed,</l>
                  <l>Through purveyaunce and diſpoſition</l>
                  <l>Of high Iove, as reignes ſhall ben flitted</l>
                  <l>Fro folk to folk, or when they ſhal ben ſmitted,</l>
                  <l>Gan pull away the feathers bright of Troy</l>
                  <l>Fro day to day till they ben bare of joy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Emong all this, the fine of the ieopardie</l>
                  <l>Of Hector gan approchen wonder blive,</l>
                  <l>The fate would his ſoule ſhould vnbodie,</l>
                  <l>And ſhapen had a meane it out to drive,</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt which fate him helpeth not to ſtrive,</l>
                  <l>But on a day to fighten gan he wend,</l>
                  <l>At which alas, he caught his lives end.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> me thinketh every manner wight</l>
                  <l>That haunteth armes, ought to bewaile</l>
                  <l>The death of him y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was ſo noble a knight:</l>
                  <l>For as he drough a king by thauentaile</l>
                  <l>Vnware of this, Achilles through y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> maile</l>
                  <l>And through the bodie gan him for to rive,</l>
                  <l>And thus the worthy knight was reft of live.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For whom, as old bookes tellen us,</l>
                  <l>Was made ſuch wo, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> tong it may nat tell,</l>
                  <l>And namely, the ſorow of Troilus,</l>
                  <l>That next him was of worthineſſe y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> well,</l>
                  <l>And in this wo gan Troilus to dwell,</l>
                  <l>That what for ſorow, love, and for unreſt,</l>
                  <l>Full oft a day he had his heart breſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, tho he gon him diſpaire,</l>
                  <l>And drede aye that his lady was untrue,</l>
                  <l>Yet aye on her his hart gan repaire,</l>
                  <l>And as theſe lovers done, he ſought aye new</l>
                  <l>To get ayen Creſeide bright of hew,</l>
                  <l>And in his hart he went her excuſing,</l>
                  <l>That Calcas cauſed all her tarying.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And oft time he was in purpoſe great,</l>
                  <l>Himſelven like a pilgrime to diſguiſe,</l>
                  <l>To ſeene her, but he may not counterfeat,</l>
                  <l>To ben unknowen of folke that weren wiſe,</l>
                  <l>He find excuſe aright that may ſuffiſe,</l>
                  <l>If he among the Grekes knowen were,</l>
                  <l>For which he wept full oft many a tere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To her he wrote yet oft time all new,</l>
                  <l>Full pitouſly, he left it nat for ſlouth,</l>
                  <l>Beſeeching her, ſens that he was true,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe wol come ayen, &amp; ſhold her trouth,</l>
                  <l>For which Creſeide upon a day for routh,</l>
                  <l>I take it ſo, touching all this matere,</l>
                  <l>Wrote him ayen, and ſaid as ye may here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Cupides ſonne, enſample of goodlihede,</l>
                  <l>O ſwerde of knighthood, ſours of gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>How might a wight in turment &amp; in drede,</l>
                  <l>And healeleſſe you ſend, as yet gladneſſe,</l>
                  <l>I heartleſſe, I ſicke, I in diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Sens ye with me, nor I with you may deale,</l>
                  <l>You neither ſend I hart may nor heale.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Your letters full the paper all iplainted,</l>
                  <l>Conceived hath mine hearts pite,</l>
                  <l>
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I have eke ſeene with teares all depainted,</l>
                  <l>Your letter, and how that ye requiren me</l>
                  <l>To come ayen, which yet ne may not be,</l>
                  <l>But why, leaſt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> this letter founden were,</l>
                  <l>No mention ne make I now for fere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Grevous to me (God wote) is your unreſt,</l>
                  <l>Your haſt, and that the Goddes ordinaunce</l>
                  <l>It ſeemeth nat ye take it for the beſt,</l>
                  <l>Nor other thing nis in your remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>As thinketh me, but only your pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>But beth not wroth, &amp; that I you beſeech,</l>
                  <l>For that I tary is all for wicked ſpeech.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For I have heard well more than I wend</l>
                  <l>Touching us two, how thinges have iſtond,</l>
                  <l>Which I ſhall with diſſimuſing amend,</l>
                  <l>And beth nat wroth, I have eke underſtond,</l>
                  <l>How yene do but holden me in hond,</l>
                  <l>But now no force, I can nat in you geſſe,</l>
                  <l>But all trouth and all gentilneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Come I woll, but yet in ſuch disjoint</l>
                  <l>I ſtond as now, that w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> yere, or what day</l>
                  <l>That this ſhall be, that can I nat appoint,</l>
                  <l>But in effect I pray you as I may</l>
                  <l>Of your good word, &amp; of your friendſhip aye,</l>
                  <l>For truly while that my life may dure,</l>
                  <l>As for a friend ye may in me aſſure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet pray I you, no evill ye ne take</l>
                  <l>That it is ſhort which that I to you write,</l>
                  <l>I dare nat there I am well letters make,</l>
                  <l>Ne never yet ne could I well endite,</l>
                  <l>* Eke great effect, men write in place lite,</l>
                  <l>Thentent is all, and nat the letters ſpace,</l>
                  <l>And fareth well, God have you in his grace.</l>
                  <l>La voſtre C.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Troilus thought this letter all ſtraunge</l>
                  <l>When he it ſaw, &amp; ſorowfully he ſight</l>
                  <l>Him thought it like a kalends of eſchaunge,</l>
                  <l>But finally he full ne trowen might,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe ne would him holden y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe hight,</l>
                  <l>For with ful evell will liſt him to leve,</l>
                  <l>That loveth well in ſuch caſe, though him greve.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, men ſaine that at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>For any thing, men ſhall the ſoothe ſee,</l>
                  <l>And ſuch a caſe betide, and that as faſt,</l>
                  <l>That Troilus well underſtood that ſhe</l>
                  <l>Nas nat ſo kind as that her ought be,</l>
                  <l>And finally, he wote now out of dout,</l>
                  <l>That all is loſt that he hath ben about.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Stood on a day in his melancholy</l>
                  <l>This Troilus, and in ſuſpectioun</l>
                  <l>Of her, for whom he wend to dye,</l>
                  <l>And ſo befell, that throughout Troy toun</l>
                  <l>As was y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> guiſe, iborne was up and doun</l>
                  <l>A manner cote armoure, as ſaith the ſtory,</l>
                  <l>Beforne Deiphebe, inſigne of his victory.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The which cote, as telleth Lollius,</l>
                  <l>Deiphebe it had rent fro Diomede</l>
                  <l>The ſame day,and when this Troilus</l>
                  <l>It ſaw, he gan to taken of it hede,</l>
                  <l>A viſing of the length and of the brede,</l>
                  <l>And all the werke, but as he gan behold,</l>
                  <l>Full ſodainly his heart gan to cold.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As he that on the coler found within</l>
                  <l>A brooch, that he Creſeide yave at morow</l>
                  <l>That ſhe from Troy muſt nedes twin,</l>
                  <l>In remembraunce of him, and of his ſorow,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe him laid ayen her faith to borow,</l>
                  <l>To keepe it aye: but now full well he wiſt,</l>
                  <l>His lady nas no longer on to trift.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>He goth him home, &amp; gan full ſoone ſend</l>
                  <l>For Pandarus, and all this newe chaunce,</l>
                  <l>And of this broch, he told him word &amp; end,</l>
                  <l>Complaining of her hartes variaunce,</l>
                  <l>His long love, his trouth, &amp; his pennaunce,</l>
                  <l>And after death without words more,</l>
                  <l>Full faſt he cried, his reſt him to reſtore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then ſpake he thus, O lady mine Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>Where is your faith, &amp; where is your beheſt?</l>
                  <l>Where is your love, where is your trouth he ſeide,</l>
                  <l>Of Diomede have ye now all the feſt?</l>
                  <l>Alas, I would have trowed at the leaſt,</l>
                  <l>That ſens ye nolde in trouthe to me ſtond,</l>
                  <l>That ye thus nolde have holden me in hond.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Who ſhall now trowen on any othes mo?</l>
                  <l>Alas I never would have wend ere this,</l>
                  <l>That ye Creſeide could have chaunged ſo,</l>
                  <l>Ne but I had agilt, and done amis,</l>
                  <l>So cruell wend I nat your hart iwis,</l>
                  <l>To ſlea me thus, alas your name of trouth</l>
                  <l>Is now fordone, and that is all my routh.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Was there none other broche you liſt lete,</l>
                  <l>To feaſt with your new love (qd. he)</l>
                  <l>But thilke broche that I with teres wete</l>
                  <l>You yave, as for a remembraunce of me,</l>
                  <l>None other cauſe alas, ne had ye,</l>
                  <l>But for diſpite, and eke for that ye ment</l>
                  <l>All utterly to ſhewen your entent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Through w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> I ſee, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> clene out of your mind</l>
                  <l>Ye have me caſt, and I ne can nor may</l>
                  <l>For all this world within mine hart find,</l>
                  <l>To unloven you a quarter of a day:</l>
                  <l>In curſed time I borne was, welaway,</l>
                  <l>That you that done me all this wo endure,</l>
                  <l>Yet love I beſt of any creature.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now God (qd. he) me ſend yet the grace,</l>
                  <l>That I may meten with this Diomede,</l>
                  <l>And truely, if I have might and ſpace,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſhall I make I hope his ſides blede:</l>
                  <l>Now God (qd. he) that aughteſt taken hede</l>
                  <l>To forthren trouth, and wronges to punice,</l>
                  <l>Why nilt thou don a vengeance of this vice.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O Pandarus, that in dremes for to trift</l>
                  <l>Me blamed haſt, and wont art oft upbreide,</l>
                  <l>Now mayſt thou ſeen thy ſelf, if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thee liſt,</l>
                  <l>How trew is now thy niece bright Creſeide:</l>
                  <l>In ſundry formes (God it wote) he ſeide,</l>
                  <l>
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The gods ſhewen both joy and tene</l>
                  <l>In ſlepe, and by my dreme it is now ſene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And certainely, withouten more ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>From henceforth, as ferforth as I may,</l>
                  <l>Mine owne death in armes woll I ſeech,</l>
                  <l>I retch nat how ſoone be the day,</l>
                  <l>But truly Creſeide, ſweet maie,</l>
                  <l>Whom I have with all my might iſerved,</l>
                  <l>That ye thus done, I have it nat deſerved.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This Pandarus, that all theſe things herd,</l>
                  <l>And wiſt well he ſaid a ſooth of this,</l>
                  <l>He nat a word ayen to him anſwerd,</l>
                  <l>For ſorrie of his friends ſorrow he is,</l>
                  <l>And ſhamed for his nece hath done amis,</l>
                  <l>And ſtant aſtonied of theſe cauſes twey,</l>
                  <l>As ſtill as ſtone, o word ne could he ſey.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But at the laſt, thus he ſpake and ſeide,</l>
                  <l>My brother dere, I may do thee no more,</l>
                  <l>What ſhould I ſaine, I hate iwis Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>And God it wote, I woll hate her evermore:</l>
                  <l>And that thou me beſoughteſt done of yore,</l>
                  <l>Having vnto mine honour ne my reſt</l>
                  <l>Right no regard, I did all that thee leſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If I did aught that might liken thee,</l>
                  <l>It is me lefe, and of this treaſon now,</l>
                  <l>God wote that it a ſorrow is to me,</l>
                  <l>And dredeleſſe, for hearts eaſe of you,</l>
                  <l>Right faine I would amend it, wiſt I how:</l>
                  <l>And fro this world, almighty God I pray</l>
                  <l>Deliver her ſoone, I can no more ſay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Great was the ſorow &amp; plaint of Troilus,</l>
                  <l>But forth her courſe fortune aye gan hold,</l>
                  <l>Creſeide loveth the ſonne of Tideus,</l>
                  <l>And Troilus mote wepe in cares cold,</l>
                  <l>Such is this world, who ſo it can behold,</l>
                  <l>* In eche eſtate is little harts reſt,</l>
                  <l>God leve vs to take it for the beſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In many cruell battaile out of drede,</l>
                  <l>Of Troilus, this ilke noble knight,</l>
                  <l>(As men may in theſe old bookes rede)</l>
                  <l>Was ſeen his knighthood &amp; his great might,</l>
                  <l>And dredeleſſe his ire day and night</l>
                  <l>Full cruelly the Grekes aye abought,</l>
                  <l>And alway moſt this Diomede he ſought.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And oft time (I find) that they mette</l>
                  <l>With bloody ſtrokes, and with words great,</l>
                  <l>Aſſaying how her ſpeares were whette,</l>
                  <l>And God it wote, with many a cruell heat</l>
                  <l>Gan Troilus vpon his helme to beat,</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, fortune it naught ne would</l>
                  <l>Of others hond that either dien ſhould.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And if I had itaken for to write</l>
                  <l>The armes of this ilke worthy man,</l>
                  <l>Then would I of his battailes endite,</l>
                  <l>And for that I to writen firſt began</l>
                  <l>Of his love, I have ſaid as I can</l>
                  <l>His worthy deeds, who ſo liſt hem here,</l>
                  <l>Rede Dares, he can tell hem all ifere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Beſeeching every lady bright of hew,</l>
                  <l>And every gentill woman, what ſhe be,</l>
                  <l>Albeit that Creſeide was vntrew,</l>
                  <l>That for that gilt ye be nat wroth with me,</l>
                  <l>Ye may her gilt in other bookes ſee,</l>
                  <l>And gladder I would write, if you leſt,</l>
                  <l>Penelopes trouth, and good Alceſte.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ne ſay I nat this all onely for theſe men,</l>
                  <l>But moſt for women that betraied be</l>
                  <l>Throgh fals folk, God yeve hem ſorow, amen,</l>
                  <l>That with her great wit and ſubtilte</l>
                  <l>Betraien you: and this meveth me</l>
                  <l>To ſpeake, and in effect you all I pray</l>
                  <l>Beth ware of men, and herkeneth what I ſay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Go little booke, go my little tregedie,</l>
                  <l>There God my maker yet ere that I die,</l>
                  <l>So ſend me might to make ſome comedie:</l>
                  <l>But little booke, make thou none envie,</l>
                  <l>But ſubject ben vnto all poeſie,</l>
                  <l>And kiſſe the ſteps whereas thou ſeeſt pace</l>
                  <l>Of Vergil, Ovid, Homer, Lucan, and Stace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* And for there is ſo great diverſite</l>
                  <l>In Engliſh, and in writing of our tong,</l>
                  <l>So pray I to God, that none miſwrite thee,</l>
                  <l>Ne thee miſſe metre, for defaut of tong:</l>
                  <l>And redde where ſo thou be, or els ſong,</l>
                  <l>That thou be vnderſtond, God I beſeech,</l>
                  <l>But yet to purpoſe of my rather ſpeech.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The wrath (as I began you for to ſey)</l>
                  <l>Of Troilus, the Greekes boughten dere,</l>
                  <l>For thouſands his honds maden dey,</l>
                  <l>As he that was withouten any pere,</l>
                  <l>Save in his time Hector, as I can here,</l>
                  <l>But welaway, ſave onely Goddes will,</l>
                  <l>Diſpitouſly him ſlough the fierce Achill.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when that he was ſlain in this manere,</l>
                  <l>His light ghoſt full bliſfully is went</l>
                  <l>Vp to the hollowneſſe of the ſeventh ſphere,</l>
                  <l>In his place leting everiche element,</l>
                  <l>And there he ſaw with full aviſement</l>
                  <l>The erratike ſterres, herkening armonie,</l>
                  <l>With ſownes full of heavens melodie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And doun from thence, faſt he gan aviſe</l>
                  <l>This little ſpot of earth, that with the ſee</l>
                  <l>Enbraced is, and fully gan deſpiſe</l>
                  <l>This wretched world, and held all vanite</l>
                  <l>To reſpect of the plaine felicite</l>
                  <l>That is in heaven above: and at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>There he was ſlaine, his looking doun he caſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And in himſelfe he lough, right at the wo</l>
                  <l>Of hem that wepten for his death ſo faſt,</l>
                  <l>And damned all our werkes that followeth ſo</l>
                  <l>The blind luſt, which that may nat laſt,</l>
                  <l>And ſhoulden all our hart on heaven caſt,</l>
                  <l>And forth he went, ſhortly for to tell,</l>
                  <l>There as Mercurie ſorted him to dwell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Such fine hath lo this Troilus for love,</l>
                  <l>Such fine hath all his great worthineſſe,</l>
                  <l>
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Such fine hath his eſtate royall above,</l>
                  <l>Such fine his luſt, ſuch fine hath his nobleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Such fine hath falſe worldes brotelneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And thus began his loving of Creſeide,</l>
                  <l>As I have told, and in this wiſe he deide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O young freſh folkes, he or ſhe,</l>
                  <l>In which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> love vp groweth with your age,</l>
                  <l>Repaireth home from worldly vanite,</l>
                  <l>And of your herts vp caſteth the viſage</l>
                  <l>To thilke God, that after his image</l>
                  <l>You made, and thinketh all nis but a faire,</l>
                  <l>This world that paſſeth ſone, as floures faire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And loveth him, the which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> right for love,</l>
                  <l>Vpon a croſſe our ſoules for to bey,</l>
                  <l>Firſt ſtarfe and roſe, and ſit in heven above,</l>
                  <l>For he nill falſen no wight dare I ſey,</l>
                  <l>That woll his hert all wholly on him ley,</l>
                  <l>And ſens he beſt to love is, and moſt meeke,</l>
                  <l>What needeth fained loves for to ſeeke.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Lo here of painems curſed old rites,</l>
                  <l>Lo here what all her goddes may availe,</l>
                  <l>Lo here this wretched worldes appetites,</l>
                  <l>Lo here the fine and guerdon for travaile,</l>
                  <l>Of Iove, Apollo, of Mars, and ſuch raskaile,</l>
                  <l>Lo here the forme of old clerkes ſpeech</l>
                  <l>In poetrie, if ye her bookes ſeech.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O morall Gower, this booke I direct</l>
                  <l>To thee, and to the Philoſophicall Strode,</l>
                  <l>To vouchſafe there need is, to correct,</l>
                  <l>Of your benignities and zeales good,</l>
                  <l>And to the ſoothfaſt Chriſt that ſtarfe on rood,</l>
                  <l>With all mine heart of mercy ever I pray,</l>
                  <l>And to the Lord aright, thus I ſpeake &amp; ſay,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thou one, two, and three, eterne on live,</l>
                  <l>That raigneſt aie in thre, two, and one,</l>
                  <l>Vncircumſcript, and all maiſt circumſcrive,</l>
                  <l>Vs from viſible and inviſible fone</l>
                  <l>Defend, and to thy mercy everichone,</l>
                  <l>So make vs Ieſus to thy mercy digne,</l>
                  <l>For love of maide, and mother thine benigne.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>¶Thus endeth the fifth and laſt Booke of
Troilus.</trailer>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="Testament of Criseyde" type="work">
            <head>The Teſtament of Creſeide.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>A Doly ſeaſon till a carefull dite,</l>
               <l>Should coreſpond, and be equivolent,</l>
               <l>Right ſo it was when I began to write</l>
               <l>This tragedy, the weder right fervent,</l>
               <l>When Aries in middes of the Lent,</l>
               <l>Showres of haile can fro the North diſcend,</l>
               <l>That ſcantly fro the cold I might me defend.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Yet nevertheleſſe within mine orature</l>
               <l>I ſtode, when Titan had his beames bright</l>
               <l>Withdrawen doun, and ſcyled vnder cure,</l>
               <l>And faire Venus the beaute of the night,</l>
               <l>Vpraiſe, and ſette vnto the Weſte ful right,</l>
               <l>Her golden face in oppoſitioun,</l>
               <l>Of God Phebus directe diſcending doun.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Throughout y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> glaſſe her beames braſt ſo faire,</l>
               <l>That I might ſee on every ſide me by,</l>
               <l>The northren winde had purified the aire,</l>
               <l>And ſhedde his miſty cloudes fro the skie:</l>
               <l>The froſte freſed, the blaſtes bitterly,</l>
               <l>Fro pole Artike come whisking loud &amp; ſhrill,</l>
               <l>And cauſed me remove ayenſt my will.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For I truſted that Venus, loves Quene,</l>
               <l>To whom ſomtime I hight obedience,</l>
               <l>My faded hert, of love ſhe would make grene,</l>
               <l>And ther vpon with humble reverence,</l>
               <l>I thought to pray her high magnificence,</l>
               <l>But for great colde as then I letted was,</l>
               <l>And in my chambre to the fire can pas.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Though love be hote, yet in a man of age,</l>
               <l>It kindleth nat ſo ſoone as in youtheed,</l>
               <l>Of whom the blood is flowing in a rage,</l>
               <l>And in the old, the corage dull and deed,</l>
               <l>Of which the fire outward is beſt remeed,</l>
               <l>To help by Phiſike where that nature failed,</l>
               <l>I am expert, for both I have aſſailed.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I made the fire, and beaked me aboute,</l>
               <l>Then tooke I drinke my ſpirites to comfort,</l>
               <l>And armed me wel fro the colde theroute,</l>
               <l>To cutte the winter night &amp; make it ſhort</l>
               <l>I toke a queare, and left all other ſport,</l>
               <l>Writen by worthy Chaucer glorious,</l>
               <l>Of faire Creſeide, and luſty Troilus.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And there I found, after that Dioniede</l>
               <l>Received had that lady bright of hewe,</l>
               <l>How Troilus nere out of his witte abrede,</l>
               <l>And wepte ſore, with viſage pale of hewe:</l>
               <l>For which wanhope his teares gan renewe,</l>
               <l>While Eſperus rejoyſed him againe:</l>
               <l>Thus while in joy he lived, &amp; while in paine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Of her beheſt he had great comforting,</l>
               <l>Truſting to Troy that ſhe wold make retour</l>
               <l>Which he deſired moſt of al earthly thing,</l>
               <l>For why ſhe was his onely paramour:</l>
               <l>But when he ſaw paſſed both day and hour</l>
               <l>Of her gainecome, in ſorow can oppreſſe</l>
               <l>His wofull hart, in care and hevineſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Of his diſtreſſe me needeth nat reherſe,</l>
               <l>For worthy Chaucer in that ſame booke,</l>
               <l>In goodly termes, and in joly verſe,</l>
               <l>Compiled hath his cares, who wil looke:</l>
               <l>To breke my ſleepe another queare I tooke,</l>
               <l>In which I founde the fatal deſteny</l>
               <l>Of faire Creſeide, which ended wretchedly.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Who wote if al y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Chaucer wrate, was trew?</l>
               <l>Nor I wote nat if this narracion</l>
               <l>Be authoriſed, or forged of the newe,</l>
               <l>Of ſome Poete by his invencion,</l>
               <l>Made to report the lamentacion,</l>
               <l>And wofull end of this luſty Creſeide,</l>
               <l>And what diſtreſſe ſhe was in or ſhe deide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When Diomede had al his appetite,</l>
               <l>And more fulfilled of this faire lady,</l>
               <l>
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Vpon another ſette was all his delite,</l>
               <l>And ſend to her a libel repudy,</l>
               <l>And her excluded fro his company:</l>
               <l>Then deſolate ſhe walked up and downe,</l>
               <l>As ſome men ſaine, in the court as commune.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>O fair Creſeide, the floure and a per ſe</l>
               <l>Of Troy &amp; Grece, how were thou fortunate,</l>
               <l>To chaunge in filth all thy feminite,</l>
               <l>And be with fleſhly luſt ſo maculate,</l>
               <l>And go among the Grekes early and late,</l>
               <l>So giglotlike, taking thy foul pleaſaunce?</l>
               <l>I have pite thee ſhould fall ſuch miſchaunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Yet nevertheleſſe, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ever men deme or ſay</l>
               <l>In ſcornfull language of thy brutelneſſe,</l>
               <l>I ſhal excuſe, as ferforth as I may,</l>
               <l>Thy womanhed, thy wiſedome and fairneſſe:</l>
               <l>The which fortune hath put to ſuch diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>As her pleaſed, &amp; nothing through the gilt</l>
               <l>Of thee, through wicked langage to be ſpilt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This faire lady on this wiſe deſtitute</l>
               <l>Of al comfort and conſolatioun,</l>
               <l>Right prively without felowſhip or refute,</l>
               <l>Diſheuelde, paſſed out of the toun</l>
               <l>A mile or two vnto a manſioun,</l>
               <l>Bilded full gaie, wher her father Calcas</l>
               <l>Which then among y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Grekes dwelling was.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When her he ſaw, the cauſe he gan enquire</l>
               <l>Of her comming: ſhe ſaid ſighing full ſore,</l>
               <l>Fro Diomede had gotten his deſire,</l>
               <l>He woxe wery and would of me no more.</l>
               <l>qd. Calcas, Doughter weep thou nat therfore</l>
               <l>Paraventure al cometh for the beſt,</l>
               <l>Welcome to me thou art full dere a geſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This old Calcas, after the law was tho</l>
               <l>Was keper of the temple as a preeſt,</l>
               <l>In which Venus and her ſonne Cupido</l>
               <l>Were honoured, and this chambre was neſt,</l>
               <l>To which Creſeide with bale enewed in breſt,</l>
               <l>Vſed to paſſe, her praiers for to ſay,</l>
               <l>While at the laſt vpon a ſolemne day,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>As cuſtome was, the people ferre and nere</l>
               <l>Before the noone vnto the temple went,</l>
               <l>With ſacrifice devout in their manere,</l>
               <l>But ſtill Creſeide heuie in her entent,</l>
               <l>Into the Church would nat her ſelfe preſent,</l>
               <l>For giving as of the people any deeming,</l>
               <l>Of her expulſe fro Diomede the King.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But paſſed into a ſecrete oratore,</l>
               <l>Where ſhe might wepe her wofull deſtinie,</l>
               <l>Behind her backe ſhe cloſed faſt the dore,</l>
               <l>And on her knees bare fel doune in hie,</l>
               <l>Vpon Venus and Cupide angerly,</l>
               <l>She cried out, and ſaied in this wiſe,</l>
               <l>Alas that ever I made you ſacrifice.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Ye gave me ones a divine reſponſaile,</l>
               <l>That I ſhould be the floure of love in Troy,</l>
               <l>Now am I made an vnworthy outwaile,</l>
               <l>And al in care tranſlated is my joy:</l>
               <l>Who ſhal me gide, who ſhal me now conuoie,</l>
               <l>Sith I fro Diomede, and noble Troilus</l>
               <l>Am clene excluded, as abiect odious?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>O falſe Cupide, none is to wite but thou</l>
               <l>And the mother of love, that blind goddace,</l>
               <l>Ye cauſed me vnderſtand alway and trow</l>
               <l>The ſeede of love was ſowen on my face,</l>
               <l>And aie grew grene through your ſople grace</l>
               <l>But now alas, that ſeede with froſt is ſlaine,</l>
               <l>And I fro lovers left and all forlaine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When was this ſaid, doun in an extaſie</l>
               <l>Rauiſhed in ſpirite, in a dreame ſhe fell,</l>
               <l>And by apparaunce herde where ſhe did lie,</l>
               <l>Cupide the King tinging a ſiluer bell,</l>
               <l>Which men might here fro heven into hell:</l>
               <l>At whoſe ſound before Cupide aperes,</l>
               <l>The ſeven planets diſcending fro their ſperes.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Which hath power of al thing generable,</l>
               <l>To rule and ſtere by their great influence,</l>
               <l>Weder and winde, and courſe variable:</l>
               <l>And firſt of all Saturne gave his ſentence,</l>
               <l>Which gave to Cupide litel reverence,</l>
               <l>But as a boiſtous chorle in his manere,</l>
               <l>Came crabbedly with auſtrine loke &amp; chere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>His face frounſed, his lere was like y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lede,</l>
               <l>His teeth chattered, &amp; ſheuered with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> chin,</l>
               <l>His eien drouped hole ſonken in his heed,</l>
               <l>Out at his noſe the mildrop faſt gan rin,</l>
               <l>With lippes blo, and chekes leane and thin,</l>
               <l>The Iſeickeles that fro his heer doun hong,</l>
               <l>Was wonder great, and as a ſpeare as long.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Attour his belte his liart lockes laie,</l>
               <l>Feltred vnfaire, over fret with froſtes hoore,</l>
               <l>His garment and his gate ful gay of graie,</l>
               <l>His widdred wede fro him y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wind out wore,</l>
               <l>A boiſtous bowe within his honde he bore,</l>
               <l>Vnder his girdle a faſhe of felone flains,</l>
               <l>Feddred with iſe, and heeded with holſtains.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then Iupiter right faire and amiable,</l>
               <l>God of the ſterres in the firmament,</l>
               <l>And norice to all thing generable,</l>
               <l>Fro his father Saturne farre different,</l>
               <l>With burly face, &amp; browes bright and brent,</l>
               <l>Vpon his heed a garlond wonders gaie,</l>
               <l>Of flours faire, as it had been in Maie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>His voice was clere, as criſtal was his eien,</l>
               <l>As golden wier ſo glittering was his heare,</l>
               <l>His garment and his gite ful gaie of grene,</l>
               <l>With golden liſtes gilte on every geare,</l>
               <l>A burly brande about his middle he beare,</l>
               <l>And in his right hand he had a grounden ſpere,</l>
               <l>Of his father, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wrothe fro vs to bere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Next after him came Mars y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God ofrei,</l>
               <l>Of ſtrife, debate, and all diſcenſioun,</l>
               <l>To chide and fight, as fierſe as any fire,</l>
               <l>In harde harneſſe hewmonde &amp; habergioun,</l>
               <l>And on his haunch a ruſty fel fauchoun,</l>
               <l>And in his hand he had a ruſty ſword,</l>
               <l>Writhing his face, with many angry word.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>Shaking his brande, before Cupide he come</l>
               <l>With reed viſage, and griſly glowing eien,</l>
               <l>And at his mouth a blubber ſtode of fome,</l>
               <l>Like to a Bore, whetting his tuskes kene,</l>
               <l>Right tulſure like, but temperaunce in tene,</l>
               <l>An horne blewe with many bouſtous bragge,</l>
               <l>Which al this world with war hath made to wagge.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then fair Phebus, lanterne &amp; lampe of light,</l>
               <l>Of man and beaſt, both fruit and floriſhing,</l>
               <l>Tender norice, and baniſher of night,</l>
               <l>And of the world, cauſing by his moving</l>
               <l>And influence, life in al earthly thing,</l>
               <l>Without comfort of whom of force to nought,</l>
               <l>Muſt go die, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> all this worlde hath wrought.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>As king royall, he rode vpon a chare,</l>
               <l>The which Phiton ſomtime gided vnright,</l>
               <l>The brightneſſe of his face when it was bare,</l>
               <l>Non might behold, for perſing of his ſight:</l>
               <l>This golden carte with firy beames bright,</l>
               <l>Foure yoked ſtedes full different of hewe,</l>
               <l>Bout bait or tiring through y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſpheres drewe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The firſt was ſord, with mane as reed as roſe</l>
               <l>Called Eoye into the Orient,</l>
               <l>The ſecond ſtede to name, hight Ethioſe,</l>
               <l>Whitely and pale, and ſomdele aſcendent,</l>
               <l>The third Peroſe, right hote &amp; eke fervent,</l>
               <l>The fourth was blacke, called Phlegone,</l>
               <l>Which rolleth Phebus doun into the ſee.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Venus was there preſent, that goddes gay</l>
               <l>Her ſonnes quarrel to defend and make</l>
               <l>His owne complaint, cladde in a nice aray</l>
               <l>The one half greene, thother half ſable blake</l>
               <l>White heer as Gold, kembet and ſhede abake,</l>
               <l>But in her face ſeemed great variaunce,</l>
               <l>While parfite truth, &amp; whiles inconſtaunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Vnder ſmiling ſhe was diſſimulate,</l>
               <l>Provocative with blinkes amorous,</l>
               <l>And ſodainly chaunged and alterate,</l>
               <l>Angry, as any ferpent venomous:</l>
               <l>Right pungitive with wordes odious,</l>
               <l>Thus variaunt ſhe was who liſte take kepe,</l>
               <l>* With one eie laugh, &amp; with the other wepe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>In tokening that all fleſhly paramour,</l>
               <l>Which Venus hath in rule and governaunce,</l>
               <l>Is ſomtime ſwete, ſomtime bitter and ſour,</l>
               <l>Right vnſtable and ful of variaunce:</l>
               <l>Minged with careful joy &amp; falſe pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>Now hote, now cold, now blith, now ful of wo,</l>
               <l>Now grene as lefe, now widred and ago.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>With boke in hand, then come Mercurious</l>
               <l>Right eloquent and ful of rethorie,</l>
               <l>With polite termes and delicious,</l>
               <l>With penne and inke to report al redie,</l>
               <l>Setting ſonges, and ſinging merely,</l>
               <l>His hode was reed hecled attour his croun,</l>
               <l>Like til a Poete of the old faſioun.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Boxes he bare with fine electuares,</l>
               <l>And ſugred ſiropes for digeſtion,</l>
               <l>Spices belonging to the potiquares,</l>
               <l>With many holſome ſwete confection:</l>
               <l>Doctor in phiſike cledde in a ſcarlet goun,</l>
               <l>And furred well as ſuch one ought to be,</l>
               <l>Honeſt and good, and nat a worde couth lie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Next after him come lady Sinthia,</l>
               <l>The laſt of all, and ſwifteſt in her ſphere,</l>
               <l>Of colour blake, busked with hornes twa,</l>
               <l>And in the night ſhe liſteth beſt tapere,</l>
               <l>Hawe as the leed, of colour nothing clere,</l>
               <l>For al the light ſhe boroweth at her brother</l>
               <l>Titan, for of her ſelf ſhe hath none other.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Her gite was gray and ful of ſpottes blake,</l>
               <l>And on her breſt a chorle painted full even,</l>
               <l>Bearing a buſhe of thornes on his bake,</l>
               <l>Which for his theft miȝt clime no ner y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven:</l>
               <l>Thus when they gadred were y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> goddes ſeven,</l>
               <l>Mercurius they choſed with one aſſent,</l>
               <l>To be foreſpeker in the Parliment.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Who had ben there and liking for to here</l>
               <l>His faconde tonge and termes exquiſite,</l>
               <l>Of rethorike the practike he might lere,</l>
               <l>In brefe ſermon, a preignant ſentence write:</l>
               <l>Before Cupide valing his cappe a lite,</l>
               <l>Sper is the cauſe of that vocacioun,</l>
               <l>And he anon ſhewde his entencioun.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Lo (qd. Cupide) who wol blaſpheme y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> name</l>
               <l>Of his owne God, either in word or dede,</l>
               <l>To all goddes he doeth both loſſe and ſhame</l>
               <l>And ſhould have bitter paines to his mede:</l>
               <l>I ſay this by yonder wretch Creſeide,</l>
               <l>The which through me was ſomtime flour of love</l>
               <l>Me &amp; my mother ſhe ſtately can reprove.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Saying of her great infelicite</l>
               <l>I was the cauſe, and my mother Venus</l>
               <l>She called a blinde goddes &amp; might nat ſe,</l>
               <l>With ſclaunder and defame injurious,</l>
               <l>Thus her living vncleane and lecherous,</l>
               <l>She would retorte in me and my mother,</l>
               <l>To whom I ſhewde my grace above al other.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And ſithe ye are al ſeven deficate,</l>
               <l>Perticipant of divine ſapience,</l>
               <l>This great injury don to our hie eſtate,</l>
               <l>Me think with pain we ſhould make recom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pence</l>
               <l>Was never to goddes done ſuch violence,</l>
               <l>As wel for you as for my ſelfe I ſay,</l>
               <l>Therfore go helpe to revenge I you pray.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Mercurius to Cupide gave anſwere</l>
               <l>And ſaid, ſir king, my counſaile is that ye</l>
               <l>Referre you to the hieſt planet here,</l>
               <l>And take to him the loweſt of degree,</l>
               <l>The paine of Creſeide for to modifie,</l>
               <l>As God Saturne with him take Sinthia,</l>
               <l>I am content (qd. he) to take they twa.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then thus proceded Saturne &amp; the Mone,</l>
               <l>When they the mater ripely had degeſt,</l>
               <l>For the diſpite to Cupide that ſhe had done,</l>
               <l>And to Venus open and manifeſt,</l>
               <l>
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In all her lyfe with payne to be opreſt,</l>
               <l>And turment ſore, with ſickeneſſe incurable,</l>
               <l>And to all lovers be abhominable.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This doleful ſentence Saturn toke in hand,</l>
               <l>And paſſed doun where careful Creſeide lay,</l>
               <l>And on her heed he laide a froſty wande,</l>
               <l>Then lawfully on this wiſe gan he ſay,</l>
               <l>Thy great faireneſſe, and al thy beauty gay,</l>
               <l>Thy wanton blood, and eke thy golden heere,</l>
               <l>Here I exclude fro thee for evermeere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I chaunge thy mirthe into melancoly,</l>
               <l>Which is the mother of all penſiveneſſe,</l>
               <l>Thy moyſter &amp; thy hete, into colde and dry,</l>
               <l>Thine inſolence, thy play, &amp; thy wantonneſſe</l>
               <l>To great diſeaſe, thy pompe and thy richeſſe,</l>
               <l>Into mortall nede and great penurie,</l>
               <l>Thou ſuffre ſhalt, and as a begger die.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>O cruel Saturne, froward and angry,</l>
               <l>Harde is thy dome, and too malicious,</l>
               <l>Of faire Creſeide why haſt thou no mercy,</l>
               <l>Which was ſo ſwete, gentill and amorous,</l>
               <l>Withdraw thy ſentence and be gracious,</l>
               <l>As thou were never, ſo ſheweth through thy dede,</l>
               <l>A wrekeful ſentence given on Creſeide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then Sinthia, when Saturne paſt away,</l>
               <l>Out of her ſeate, diſcended doun blive,</l>
               <l>And reed a bill on Creſeide where ſhe lay,</l>
               <l>Containing this ſentence diffinitive:</l>
               <l>Fro heale of body here I thee deprive,</l>
               <l>And to thy ſickneſſe ſhal be no recure,</l>
               <l>But in dolour thy dayes to endure.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thy chriſtal iyen menged with blood I make,</l>
               <l>Thy voice ſo clere, vnpleaſant heer and hace,</l>
               <l>Thy luſty lere overſpred with ſpots blake,</l>
               <l>And lumps hawe appering in thy face,</l>
               <l>Where thou comeſt eche man ſhall flie the place,</l>
               <l>Thus ſhalt thou go begging fro hous to hous</l>
               <l>With cuppe and clapper like a Lazarous.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This doolie dreame, this vgly viſioun</l>
               <l>Brought till an end, Creſeide fro it awoke,</l>
               <l>And all that court and convocatioun,</l>
               <l>Vaniſhed away: then roſe ſhe vp and toke</l>
               <l>A poliſhed glaſſe, and her ſhadow couth loke,</l>
               <l>And when ſhe ſaw her viſage ſo deformate,</l>
               <l>If ſhe in hart were wo, I ne wite God wate.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Weping full ſore, lo what it is (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>With froward langage to move and ſtere</l>
               <l>Our crabbed Goddes, and ſo is ſeen on me,</l>
               <l>My blaſpheming now have I bought ful dere,</l>
               <l>All yearthly joy and mirthe I ſet arere,</l>
               <l>Alas this day, alas this wofull tide,</l>
               <l>When I began with my Goddes to chide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Be this was ſayd, a child came fro the hall</l>
               <l>To warne Creſeide the ſupper was redie,</l>
               <l>Firſt knocked at the doore, and eft couth cal,</l>
               <l>Madame, your father biddeth you cum in hie</l>
               <l>He hath marveile ſo long on grofe ye lie,</l>
               <l>And ſaith your beades bethe to long ſomdele,</l>
               <l>The Goddes wote all your entent full wele.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>(Qd. ſhe) faire child, go to my father dere</l>
               <l>And pray him come to ſpeake with me anon,</l>
               <l>And ſo he did, and ſayd daughter what chere,</l>
               <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) father, my mirth is gon,</l>
               <l>How ſo (qd. he) and ſhe can all expon,</l>
               <l>As I have told, the vengeaunce, &amp; the wrake,</l>
               <l>For her treſpas, Cupide on her couth take.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>He looked on her vgly Lepers face,</l>
               <l>The which before was white as Lely floure,</l>
               <l>Wringing his hands, oft times ſayd alace</l>
               <l>That he had lived to ſee that wofull houre:</l>
               <l>For he knew well that there was no ſocour</l>
               <l>To her ſickneſſe, and that doubled his pain,</l>
               <l>Thus was ther care inow betwixt hem twain.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When they togider mourned had ful lang,</l>
               <l>(Qd. Creſeide) father, I would nat be kend,</l>
               <l>Therfore in ſecrete wiſe ye let me gang</l>
               <l>To yon Hoſpitall at the tounes end:</l>
               <l>And thider ſome meate for charite me ſend,</l>
               <l>To live vpon, for all mirthe in this yearth</l>
               <l>Is fro me gone, ſuch is my wicked wearth.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When in a mantill, and a Bever hat,</l>
               <l>With cuppe and clapper wonder prively,</l>
               <l>He opened a ſecrete gate and out thereat</l>
               <l>Conveied her, that no man ſhould eſpie,</l>
               <l>There to a village halfe a mile thereby,</l>
               <l>Delivered her in at the Spittell hous,</l>
               <l>And daily ſent her part of his almous.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Sum knew her well, &amp; ſum had no knowlege</l>
               <l>Of her, bicauſe ſhe was ſo deformate,</l>
               <l>With biles blake overſpred in her viſage,</l>
               <l>And her fayre colour faded and alterate:</l>
               <l>Yet they preſumed for her hie regrate,</l>
               <l>And ſtil mourning, ſhe was of noble kin,</l>
               <l>With bitter will there they tooke her in.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The day paſſed, and Phebus went to reſt,</l>
               <l>The cloudes blake overwheled all the Skie,</l>
               <l>God wote if Creſeide were a ſorowfull geſt,</l>
               <l>Seing that vncouth fare and herborie:</l>
               <l>But meate or drinke, ſhe dreſſed her to lie</l>
               <l>In a darke corner of the hous alone,</l>
               <l>And on this wiſe weping ſhe made her mone.</l>
            </lg>
            <div type="part">
               <head>The Complaint of Creſeide.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>O Soppe of ſorowe ſonken into care,</l>
                  <l>O caitife Creſeide now and evermare,</l>
                  <l>Gon is thy joy and all thy mirth in yearth,</l>
                  <l>Of all blithneſſe now art thou blake and bare</l>
                  <l>There is no ſalve may helpe thy ſare,</l>
                  <l>Fell is thy fortune, wicked is thy werth</l>
                  <l>Thy bliſſe is vaniſhed and thy bale vnberde,</l>
                  <l>Vnder y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> great God if I graven ware,</l>
                  <l>Where men of Grece ne yet of Troie miȝt herd.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Where is thy chamber wantonly beſeen,</l>
                  <l>With burly bedde and bankers brouded been,</l>
                  <l>Spices and wine to thy colatioun,</l>
                  <l>The cuppes all of gold and ſilver ſhene,</l>
                  <l>Thy ſwete meates ſerved in plates clene,</l>
                  <l>With ſavery ſauce of a good faſhioun,</l>
                  <l>
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Thy gay garments with many goodly goun,</l>
                  <l>Thy pleſaunt ſaune pinned with golden pene,</l>
                  <l>All is arere thy great royall renoun.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Where is thy gardien with thy greces gay</l>
                  <l>And freſhe floures, which the quene Floray</l>
                  <l>Had painted pleaſauntly in every way,</l>
                  <l>Where thou were wont full merily in May</l>
                  <l>To walke, &amp; take the dewe by it was day,</l>
                  <l>And heare the Merle &amp; Mavile many one,</l>
                  <l>With Ladies faire in carrolling to gone,</l>
                  <l>And ſee the royall renkes in their ray.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This leper loge take for thy goodly boure,</l>
                  <l>And for thy bed, take now a bounche of ſtro,</l>
                  <l>For wailed wine and meates thou had tho,</l>
                  <l>Take mouled bread, pirate, and ſider ſoure</l>
                  <l>But cuppe and clapper is all now ago.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My clere voice and my courtly carrolling,</l>
                  <l>Is ranke as roke, full hidous heer and hace</l>
                  <l>Deformed is the figure of my face,</l>
                  <l>To loke on it no people hath liking,</l>
                  <l>So ſped in ſight, I ſay with ſore ſighing</l>
                  <l>Lying emong the leper folke alas.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O Ladies faire of Troy and Grece attend</l>
                  <l>My freile fortune, mine infelicite,</l>
                  <l>My great miſchief which no man can amend,</l>
                  <l>And in your mind a mirrour make of me:</l>
                  <l>As I am now paraventure that ye,</l>
                  <l>For all your might may come to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame end,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe worſe, if any worſe may be,</l>
                  <l>Beware therefore approches nere your end.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Nought is your fairneſſe but a fading floure,</l>
                  <l>Nought is your famous laude &amp; hie honour,</l>
                  <l>But winde inflate in other mens eares,</l>
                  <l>Your roſing redde to rotting ſhall retoure,</l>
                  <l>Exemple make of me in your memore:</l>
                  <l>Which of ſuch things, wofull witnes beares,</l>
                  <l>* Al welth in yearth, as wind away it weares,</l>
                  <l>Beware therfore approches nere your hour.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus chiding with her drery diſteny,</l>
                  <l>Weping, ſhe woke the Night fro end to end,</l>
                  <l>But all in vaine her dole, her carefull cry</l>
                  <l>Might not remedy, ne yet her mourning mend,</l>
                  <l>A leper Lady roſe, &amp; to her wend,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd, Why ſpurnes thou again y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wall,</l>
                  <l>To ſlea thy ſelf, and mende nothing at all?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Sith y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thy weping but doubleth thy wo,</l>
                  <l>* I counſaile thee make vertue of a nede,</l>
                  <l>Go learne to clappe thy clapper to and fro,</l>
                  <l>And learne after y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lawe of lepers lede.</l>
                  <l>There was no bote but forthwith then ſhe yede</l>
                  <l>Fro place to place, while cold &amp; hunger ſore</l>
                  <l>Compelled her to be a ranke beggore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That ſame time of Troy the garniſoun,</l>
                  <l>Which had the chieftain worthy Troilus</l>
                  <l>Throuȝ jeopardy of warre had ſtriken doun,</l>
                  <l>Knights of Grece in nomber marveilous,</l>
                  <l>With great triumph, and laude victorious,</l>
                  <l>Again to Troy right royally they rode,</l>
                  <l>The way where Creſeide with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> leper ſtode.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Seing that company come, al with o ſtevin</l>
                  <l>They gave a cry, &amp; ſhoke cupps good ſpede</l>
                  <l>Worthy lordes, for Goddes love of hevin,</l>
                  <l>To us ſeper, part of your almoſe dede:</l>
                  <l>Then to her cry noble Troilus toke hede,</l>
                  <l>Having pite, nere by the place gan pas,</l>
                  <l>Wher Creſeide ſat, nat weting w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe was.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then vpon him ſhe keſt vp both her iyen,</l>
                  <l>And with a blinke it come in til his thought,</l>
                  <l>That he ſometime her face before had ſein,</l>
                  <l>But ſhe was in ſoch plite he knew her nought,</l>
                  <l>Yet then her loke into his minde he brought,</l>
                  <l>The ſwete viſage, and amorous blenking,</l>
                  <l>Offaire Creſeid, ſometime his owne derling,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>No wonder was, ſuppoſe in mind that he</l>
                  <l>Toke her figure ſo ſone, and lo now why,</l>
                  <l>* The Idoll of a thing in caſe may be</l>
                  <l>So depe enprinted in the fantaſie,</l>
                  <l>That it deludeth the wittes outwardly,</l>
                  <l>And ſo apereth in forme and like eſtate,</l>
                  <l>Within the minde, as it was figurate.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A ſparke of love then til his hartcouth ſpring,</l>
                  <l>And kindeled his body in a fire,</l>
                  <l>With hote feuer, in ſwette, and trembling</l>
                  <l>Him tooke, while he was readie to exſpire,</l>
                  <l>To heare his ſhield his breſt began to tire,</l>
                  <l>Within a while he chaunged many a hewe,</l>
                  <l>And nevertheles nat one an other knew.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For knightly pite and memoriell</l>
                  <l>Of faire Creſeide, a girdel gan he take,</l>
                  <l>A purſe of gold and many a gaie iewell,</l>
                  <l>And in the skirt of Creſeide doun gan ſhake:</l>
                  <l>Then rode away, and nat a word he ſpake,</l>
                  <l>Penſife in hart while he came to the toune,</l>
                  <l>And for great care oft ſith almoſt fell doune.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The lepre folke to Creſeide then couth draw,</l>
                  <l>To ſee the equall diſtributioun</l>
                  <l>Of the almoſe, but when the gold they ſaw,</l>
                  <l>Ech one to other priuely can roun,</l>
                  <l>And ſaied, yon lord hath more affectioun,</l>
                  <l>How ever it be, vnto yon Lazarous</l>
                  <l>Than to vs al, we know by his almous.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What lord is yon (qd. ſhe) have ye no fele,</l>
                  <l>That doeth to vs ſo great humanite?</l>
                  <l>Yes qd. a lepre man, I know him wele</l>
                  <l>Sir Troilus it is, a knight gentle and free.</l>
                  <l>When Creſeide vnderſtood that it was hee,</l>
                  <l>Stiffer than ſtele there ſterte a bitter ſtound,</l>
                  <l>Throughout her hert, &amp; fill doun to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ground.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When ſhe over come with ſighing ſore &amp; ſad,</l>
                  <l>With many a carefull crie and cold atone,</l>
                  <l>Now is my breſt with ſtormy ſtoundes ſtad,</l>
                  <l>Wrapped in wo wretchfull will of one,</l>
                  <l>Then fell in ſwoun ful oft or ſhe would fone,</l>
                  <l>And ever in her ſwouning cried ſhe thus,</l>
                  <l>O falſe Creſeide, and true knight Troilus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thy love, thy laude, &amp; all thy gentleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>I counted ſmall in my proſperite,</l>
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So effated I was in wantonneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And clambe vpon the fickell whele ſo hie,</l>
                  <l>All faith and love I promitted to thee,</l>
                  <l>Was in thy ſelfe fekell and furious,</l>
                  <l>O falſe Creſeide, and true knight Troilus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For love of me thou kept countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>Honeſt and chaſt in conuerſacion,</l>
                  <l>Of all women protectour and defence</l>
                  <l>Thou were, and helped their opinion:</l>
                  <l>My minde and fleſhly foule affection</l>
                  <l>Was enclined to luſtes lecherous,</l>
                  <l>Fie falſe Creſeide, O true knight Troilus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Lovers beware, and take good hede about</l>
                  <l>Whom that ye love, for when ye ſuffre pain,</l>
                  <l>I let you wit there is right few throughout,</l>
                  <l>Whom ye may truſt to have true love again,</l>
                  <l>Proue when ye woll your labour is in vain,</l>
                  <l>Therefore I rede ye take them as ye find,</l>
                  <l>For they are ſad as Wedercocke in wind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Bicauſe I know the great vnſtableneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Brittle as glaſſe, vnto my ſelf I ſay,</l>
                  <l>Truſting in other as great brutelneſſe,</l>
                  <l>As inconſtaunt, and as vntrue of fay:</l>
                  <l>Though ſome be true, I wot riȝt few ar they,</l>
                  <l>Who findeth truth, let him his lady ruſe,</l>
                  <l>None but my ſelf as now I woll accuſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When this was ſaid, with paper ſhe ſat doun</l>
                  <l>And in this maner made her teſtament:</l>
                  <l>Here I bequethe my corſe and carioun,</l>
                  <l>With wormes and with Toodes to be rent,</l>
                  <l>My cuppe, my clapper, and mine ornament,</l>
                  <l>And all my gold, theſe lepre folke ſhall have,</l>
                  <l>When I am dedde, to bury me in grave.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This roiall ring ſet with this Rubie redde,</l>
                  <l>Which Troilus in dowrie to me ſend,</l>
                  <l>To him again I leaue it when I am dedde,</l>
                  <l>To make my careful death vnto him kend:</l>
                  <l>Thus I conclude ſhortly and make an end,</l>
                  <l>My ſpirit I leave to Diane where ſhe dwels,</l>
                  <l>To walke with her in waſt wodes &amp; welles.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O Diomede thou haſt both broche &amp; belt,</l>
                  <l>Which Troilus gaue me, in tokening</l>
                  <l>Of his true love, &amp; with that worde ſhe ſwelt,</l>
                  <l>And ſoone a leaper man toke off the ring,</l>
                  <l>Then buried her withouten tarying,</l>
                  <l>To Troilus forthwith the ring he bare,</l>
                  <l>And of Creſeide the death he gan declare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When he had heard her great infirmite,</l>
                  <l>Her legacie, and lamentacioun,</l>
                  <l>And how ſhe ended in ſuch poverte,</l>
                  <l>He ſwelt for wo and fell doune in a ſwoun,</l>
                  <l>For ſorow his hart to braſt was boun,</l>
                  <l>Sighing full ſadly ſayd, I can no more,</l>
                  <l>She was vntrue, and wo is me therefore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Some ſaith he made a tombe of marble gray,</l>
                  <l>And wrote her name &amp; ſuperſcripcioun,</l>
                  <l>And layd it on her graue whereas ſhe lay,</l>
                  <l>In golden letters, conteining this reaſoun:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Lo faire Fadies, Creſeide of Troie toun,</l>
                  <l>Somtime counted the floure of womanhed,</l>
                  <l>Vnder this ſtone, late leper lieth dedde.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now worthy women in this balade ſhort,</l>
                  <l>Made for your worſhip and inſtruction,</l>
                  <l>Of charite I moniſh and exhort,</l>
                  <l>Minge nat your love with falſe diſcepcion:</l>
                  <l>Beare in your mind this ſore concluſion</l>
                  <l>Of faire Creſeide, as I have ſayd before,</l>
                  <l>Sith ſhe is dedde, I ſpeake of her no more.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="Legend of Good Women" type="work">
            <head>The Legend of good Women.</head>
            <head type="sub">For that ſome Ladies in the Court took offence at Chaucers large ſpeeches againſt the untruth of
Women, the Queen enjoyned him to compile this Book in the commendation of ſundry Mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dens
and Wives, who ſhewed themſelves faithful to faithleſs men.</head>
            <div type="prologue">
               <lg>
                  <l>A Thouſand times I have heard men
tell,</l>
                  <l>That there is joy in heaven, &amp; pain
in hell,</l>
                  <l>And I accord it wele that it is ſo,</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe yet wote I wele alſo,</l>
                  <l>That there nis non dwelling in this countre,</l>
                  <l>That either hath in heaven or in hell ibe,</l>
                  <l>Ne may of it none other waies witten,</l>
                  <l>But as he heard ſayd, or found it written,</l>
                  <l>For by aſſay there may no man it preve.</l>
                  <l>But God forbede but men ſhould leve</l>
                  <l>Wel more thing than they have ſeen with iye,</l>
                  <l>Men ſhall nat we<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>en every thing a lie</l>
                  <l>But if himſelf it ſeeth, or els it dooth,</l>
                  <l>For God wote thing is never the leſſe ſoth,</l>
                  <l>Though every wight ne may it not iſee.</l>
                  <l>Bernarde the Monke ne ſaugh all parde,</l>
                  <l>Then mote we to bookes that we find,</l>
                  <l>(Through which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> old things ben in mind)</l>
                  <l>And to the doctrine of the old wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Yeve credence, in every skilful wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That tellen of the old appreued ſtories,</l>
                  <l>Of holines, of reignes, of victories,</l>
                  <l>Of love, of hate, and other ſundry things,</l>
                  <l>Of which I may not make rehearſings:</l>
                  <l>* And if that old bookes were away,</l>
                  <l>Ilorne were of all remembraunce the kay.</l>
                  <l>Well ought vs then, honouren &amp; beleve</l>
                  <l>Theſe bookes, there we han none other preve.</l>
                  <l>And as for me, though that I can but lite,</l>
                  <l>On bookes for to rede I me delite,</l>
                  <l>And to hem yeve I faith and full credence,</l>
                  <l>And in mine herte have hem in reverence</l>
                  <l>So hertely, that there is game none,</l>
                  <l>That fro my bookes maketh me to gone,</l>
                  <l>But it be ſeldome on the holy daie,</l>
                  <l>Save certainly, when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the month of May</l>
                  <l>Is comen, and that I heare the foules ſing,</l>
                  <l>And that the floures ginnen for to ſpring,</l>
                  <l>Farwell my booke, and my deuocion,</l>
                  <l>Now have I then eke this condicion,</l>
                  <l>That of all the floures in the Mede,</l>
                  <l>Then love I moſt theſe floures white &amp; rede,</l>
                  <l>
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Soch that men callen Daiſies in our toun,</l>
                  <l>To hem I have ſo great affectioun,</l>
                  <l>As I ſayd erſt, when comen is the Maie,</l>
                  <l>That in my bedde there daweth me no daie,</l>
                  <l>That I nam vp and walking in the Mede,</l>
                  <l>To ſeen this floure ayenſt the Sunne ſprede,</l>
                  <l>When it vp riſeth early by the morrow,</l>
                  <l>That blisfull ſight ſofteneth all my ſorow,</l>
                  <l>So glad am I, when that I have preſence</l>
                  <l>Of it, to done it all reverence,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe that is of all flours floure,</l>
                  <l>Fulfilled of all vertue and honoure,</l>
                  <l>And every ilike faire, and freſh of hewe</l>
                  <l>And ever I love it, and ever ilike newe,</l>
                  <l>And ever ſhall, till that mine harte die,</l>
                  <l>All ſweare I not, of this I woll not lie.</l>
                  <l>There loved no wight hotter in his life,</l>
                  <l>And when that it is eve I renne blithe,</l>
                  <l>As ſone as ever the Sunne ginneth Weſt,</l>
                  <l>To ſeen this floure, how it woll go to reſt,</l>
                  <l>For feare of night, ſo hateth ſhe derkeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Her chere is plainly ſpred in the brightneſſe</l>
                  <l>Of the Sunne, for there it woll vncloſe:</l>
                  <l>Alas that I ne had Engliſh rime, or proſe</l>
                  <l>Suffiſaunt, this floure to praiſe aright,</l>
                  <l>But helpeth ye, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> han conning and might,</l>
                  <l>Ye lovers that can make of ſentement,</l>
                  <l>In this caſe ought ye be diligent,</l>
                  <l>To forthren me ſomewhat in my labour,</l>
                  <l>Whether ye been with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lefe or with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> flour,</l>
                  <l>For well I wote, that ye han here beforne</l>
                  <l>Of making, ropen, and had alway the corne,</l>
                  <l>And I come after, glening here and there,</l>
                  <l>And am full glad, if I may find an eare,</l>
                  <l>Of any goodly worde that ye han left,</l>
                  <l>And though it happen me to rehearſen eft,</l>
                  <l>That ye han in your freſhe ſonges ſayd,</l>
                  <l>Forbeareth me, and beth not euill apayd,</l>
                  <l>Sith that ye ſe, I doe it in the honour</l>
                  <l>Of love, and eke of ſervice of the flour,</l>
                  <l>Whom that I ſerve, as I have wit or might,</l>
                  <l>She is the clereneſſe and the very light,</l>
                  <l>That in this derke world me wint and ledeth</l>
                  <l>The hart within my ſorowfull breſt you dre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth,</l>
                  <l>And loveth ſo ſore, that ye ben verily</l>
                  <l>The maiſtres of my wit, and nothing I,</l>
                  <l>My word, my workes, is knit ſo in your bonde</l>
                  <l>That as an harpe obeieth to the honde,</l>
                  <l>And make it ſoune after his fingering,</l>
                  <l>Right ſo mowe ye out of mine hart bring,</l>
                  <l>Soch voice, right as you liſt, to laugh or pain,</l>
                  <l>Be ye my guide, and Lady ſouerain,</l>
                  <l>As to mine yearthly God, to you I call,</l>
                  <l>Both in this werke, and my ſorowes all,</l>
                  <l>But wherefore that I ſpake to yeve credence</l>
                  <l>To old ſtories, and done hem reverence,</l>
                  <l>And that men muſten more thing bileve</l>
                  <l>That men may ſeen at iye or els preve,</l>
                  <l>That ſhall I ſein, when that I ſee my time,</l>
                  <l>I may nat all atones ſpeake in rime,</l>
                  <l>My buſie ghoſt, that thurſteth alway new,</l>
                  <l>To ſeen this flour ſo yong, ſo freſh of hew,</l>
                  <l>Conſtrained me, with ſo gredy deſire,</l>
                  <l>That in my harte I fele yet the fire,</l>
                  <l>That made me riſe ere it were day,</l>
                  <l>And this was now the firſt morow of Maie,</l>
                  <l>With dreadfull harte, and glad deuocion</l>
                  <l>For to been at the reſurrection</l>
                  <l>Of this floure, when that it ſhould vncloſe,</l>
                  <l>Again the Sunne, that roſe as redde as roſe,</l>
                  <l>That in the breſt was of the beaſt that day,</l>
                  <l>That Angenores doughter ladde away:</l>
                  <l>And doune on knees anon right I me ſette,</l>
                  <l>And as I could, this freſh floure I grette:</l>
                  <l>Kneeling alway, till it vncloſed was,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the ſmall, ſoft, ſwete gras,</l>
                  <l>That was with floures ſwete embrouded all,</l>
                  <l>Of ſuch ſweteneſſe, and ſoch odour over all,</l>
                  <l>That for to ſpeake of gomme, herbe, or tree,</l>
                  <l>Compariſon may not imaked be,</l>
                  <l>For it ſurmounteth plainly all odoures,</l>
                  <l>And of riche beaute of floures,</l>
                  <l>Forgotten had the yearth his poore eſtate</l>
                  <l>Of Winter, that him naked made &amp; mate,</l>
                  <l>And with his ſword of cloud ſo ſore greved,</l>
                  <l>Now hath the attempre ſunne al that releved</l>
                  <l>That naked was, and clad it new again,</l>
                  <l>The ſmall foules of the ſeaſon fain,</l>
                  <l>That of the panter and the net been ſcaped,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the fouler, that hem made awhaped</l>
                  <l>In Winter, and deſtroied had her brood,</l>
                  <l>In his diſpite hem thought it did hem good</l>
                  <l>To ſing of him, and in her ſong diſpiſe</l>
                  <l>The foule chorle, that for his couetiſe,</l>
                  <l>Had him betraied, with his Sophiſtrie,</l>
                  <l>This was her ſong, The fouler we defie,</l>
                  <l>And all his craft: and ſome ſongen clere,</l>
                  <l>Laies of Love, that joy it was to here,</l>
                  <l>In worſhipping and prayſing of her make,</l>
                  <l>And for the new blisfull Somers ſake,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the braunches full of bloſmes ſoft,</l>
                  <l>In her dilite, they tourned hem ful oft,</l>
                  <l>And ſongen, bliſſed be ſainct Valentine,</l>
                  <l>For on his day I cheſe you to be mine,</l>
                  <l>Withouten repenting mine harte ſwete,</l>
                  <l>And therewithall her bekes gonnen mete,</l>
                  <l>Yelding honour, and humble obeiſaunce</l>
                  <l>To love and didden her other obſervaunce</l>
                  <l>That longeth vnto love, and vnto nature,</l>
                  <l>Conſtre we that as you liſt, I do no cure:</l>
                  <l>And tho that had done vnkindneſſe,</l>
                  <l>As doeth the Tidife, for new fangleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Beſought mercy of her treſpaſing,</l>
                  <l>And humbly ſong her repenting,</l>
                  <l>And ſworen on the bloſmes to be true,</l>
                  <l>So that her makes would vpon hem rue,</l>
                  <l>And at the laſt maden her acorde,</l>
                  <l>All found they Daunger for the time a lord,</l>
                  <l>Yet Pite, through his ſtrong gentill might,</l>
                  <l>Foryave, and made Mercy paſſen right</l>
                  <l>Through Innocence, and ruled Curteſie:</l>
                  <l>But I ne cleape it nat Innocence folie,</l>
                  <l>Ne falſe pite, for vertue is the meane,</l>
                  <l>As Eticke ſayth, in ſoch maner I meane.</l>
                  <l>And thus theſe foule, voide of all malice,</l>
                  <l>Acordeden to Love, and laften vice</l>
                  <l>Of hate, and ſong all of one acorde,</l>
                  <l>Welcome Sommer, our governour &amp; lorde.</l>
                  <l>And Zephirus, and Flora gentelly,</l>
                  <l>Yave to the floures ſoft and tenderly,</l>
                  <l>Her ſwote breth, and made hem for to ſprede,</l>
                  <l>As God and Goddeſſe of the flourie Mede,</l>
                  <l>
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In which me thoughte I might day by daie,</l>
                  <l>Dwellen alway, the joly month of Maie,</l>
                  <l>Withouten ſlepe, withouten meat or drinke,</l>
                  <l>Adowne full ſoftly I gan to ſinke,</l>
                  <l>And leaning on my elbow and my ſide,</l>
                  <l>The long day I ſhope me for to abide,</l>
                  <l>For nothing els, and I ſhall nat lie,</l>
                  <l>But for to looke vpon the Daiſie,</l>
                  <l>That well by reaſon men it call may</l>
                  <l>The Daiſie, or els the iye of the day,</l>
                  <l>The empriſe, and floure of floures all,</l>
                  <l>I pray to God that faire mote ſhe fall,</l>
                  <l>And all that loven floures, for her ſake,</l>
                  <l>But natheleſſe, ne wene nat that I make</l>
                  <l>In praiſing of the floure againe the lefe,</l>
                  <l>No more than of the corne againe the ſhefe:</l>
                  <l>For as to me nis lever none ne other,</l>
                  <l>I nam withholden yet with never nother,</l>
                  <l>Ne I not who ſerveth lefe, ne who the floure,</l>
                  <l>Well brouken they her ſervice or laboure,</l>
                  <l>For this thing is all of another tonne,</l>
                  <l>Of old ſtorie, er ſoch thing was begonne,</l>
                  <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the ſunne out the South gan Weſt,</l>
                  <l>And that this floure gan cloſe, and gan to reſt,</l>
                  <l>For derknes of the night, the which ſhe dred,</l>
                  <l>Home to mine houſe full ſwiftly I me ſped</l>
                  <l>To gone to reſt, and earely for to riſe,</l>
                  <l>To ſeene this floure to ſprede, as I deviſe,</l>
                  <l>And in a little herber that I have,</l>
                  <l>That benched was on turves freſh igrave,</l>
                  <l>I bad men ſhoulde me my couche make,</l>
                  <l>For deintie of the newe Sommers ſake,</l>
                  <l>I bad hem ſtrawen floures on my bedde,</l>
                  <l>When I was laid, and had mine iyen hedde,</l>
                  <l>I fell a ſlepe, and ſlept an houre or two,</l>
                  <l>Me met how I lay in the Medow tho,</l>
                  <l>To ſeen this floure, that I love ſo and drede,</l>
                  <l>And from a ferre came walking in the Mede</l>
                  <l>The God of Love, and in his hand a Quene,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe was clad in royall habite grene,</l>
                  <l>A fret of golde ſhe had next her heere,</l>
                  <l>And vpon that a white croune ſhe beare,</l>
                  <l>With flourouns ſmall, and I ſhall not lie,</l>
                  <l>For all the world right as a Daiſie</l>
                  <l>Icrouned is, with white leaves lite,</l>
                  <l>So were the florouns of her croune white,</l>
                  <l>For of o perle fine orientall,</l>
                  <l>Her white croune was imaked all,</l>
                  <l>For which the white croune, above the grene,</l>
                  <l>Made her like a Daiſie for to ſeme,</l>
                  <l>Conſidred eke her fret of gold above:</l>
                  <l>Iclothed was this mighty God of Love</l>
                  <l>In ſilke embroided, full of grene greves,</l>
                  <l>In which a fret of redde roſe leves,</l>
                  <l>The freſheſt ſens the world was firſt begon,</l>
                  <l>His gilt heere was crouned with a ſon,</l>
                  <l>In ſtede of gold, for hevineſſe and weight,</l>
                  <l>Therwith me thouȝt his face ſhone ſo bright</l>
                  <l>That well vnnethes might I him behold,</l>
                  <l>And in his hand, me thought I ſaw him hold</l>
                  <l>Two firie dartes, as the gledes rede,</l>
                  <l>And Angelike his winges ſaw I ſprede:</l>
                  <l>And all be that men ſain, that blind is he,</l>
                  <l>Algate me thought that he might ſe,</l>
                  <l>For ſternely on me he gan behold,</l>
                  <l>So that his loking doeth mine hart cold,</l>
                  <l>And by the hand he held this noble Queene,</l>
                  <l>Crouned with white, &amp; clothed al in greene,</l>
                  <l>So womanly, ſo benigne, and ſo meke,</l>
                  <l>That in this worlde though y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men wold ſeke,</l>
                  <l>Halfe her beaute ſhould they not finde</l>
                  <l>In creature that formed is by kinde,</l>
                  <l>And therfore may I ſain as thinketh me,</l>
                  <l>This ſong in praiſing of this Lady fre.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Hide Abſolon thy gilte treſſes clere,</l>
                  <l>Heſter lay thou thy mekeneſſe all adoun,</l>
                  <l>Hide Ionathas all thy frendly manere,</l>
                  <l>Penelopee, and Marcia Catoun,</l>
                  <l>Make of your wifehode no compariſoun,</l>
                  <l>Hide your beauties, Iſoude and Helein,</l>
                  <l>My Lady cometh, that all this may diſtain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thy faire body let it not appere,</l>
                  <l>Lavine, and thou Lucrece of Rome toun,</l>
                  <l>And Polixene, that boughten love ſo dere,</l>
                  <l>And Cleopatras, with all thy paſſioun,</l>
                  <l>Hide your trouthe of love, and your renoun,</l>
                  <l>And thou Tisbe, that haſt of love ſoch pain,</l>
                  <l>My Lady cometh, that all this may diſtain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Hero, Dido, Laodomia, al ifere,</l>
                  <l>And Phillis, hanging for Demophoun,</l>
                  <l>And Canace, eſpied by thy chere,</l>
                  <l>Hipſiphile betrayed with Iaſoun:</l>
                  <l>Maketh of your trouth neither boſte ne ſoun,</l>
                  <l>Nor Hipermiſtre, or Ariadne, ye twain,</l>
                  <l>My Lady cometh, that all this may diſtain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This balade may full well iſongen be,</l>
                  <l>As I have ſayd erſt, by my Lady fre,</l>
                  <l>For certainly, all theſe mowe not ſuffice,</l>
                  <l>To apperen with my Lady in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>For as the Sunne woll the fire diſtain,</l>
                  <l>So paſſeth all my lady ſoverain,</l>
                  <l>That is ſo good, ſo faire, ſo debonaire,</l>
                  <l>I pray to God that ever fall her faire,</l>
                  <l>For nad comforte ben of her preſence,</l>
                  <l>I had ben dead, withouten any defence,</l>
                  <l>For drede of Loves wordes, and his chere,</l>
                  <l>As when time is, hereafter ye ſhall here.</l>
                  <l>Behind this God of Love vpon the grene,</l>
                  <l>I ſaw coming of Ladies ninetene,</l>
                  <l>In roiall habit, a full eaſie pace,</l>
                  <l>And after hem came of women ſoch a trace,</l>
                  <l>That ſens y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God, Adam had made of yerth,</l>
                  <l>The third part of mankinde, or the ferth,</l>
                  <l>Ne wende I nat by poſſibilite,</l>
                  <l>Had ever in this wide world ibe,</l>
                  <l>And true of love, theſe women were echon,</l>
                  <l>Now whether was y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> a wonder thing or non,</l>
                  <l>That right anon, as that they gonne eſpie</l>
                  <l>This floure, which that I clepe the Daiſie,</l>
                  <l>Full ſodainly they ſtinten all at ones,</l>
                  <l>And kneled doune, as it were for the nones,</l>
                  <l>And ſongen with o voice, heale and honour</l>
                  <l>To trouth of womanhede, and to this flour,</l>
                  <l>That beareth our alderpriſe in figuring,</l>
                  <l>Her white croune beareth the witneſſing,</l>
                  <l>And with that word, a compas enviroun,</l>
                  <l>They ſitten hem ful ſoftely adoun:</l>
                  <l>Firſt ſat the god of Love, and ſith his quene,</l>
                  <l>With the white croune, clad all in grene,</l>
                  <l>
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And ſithen al the remnaunt by and by,</l>
                  <l>As they were of eſtate, full curteſly,</l>
                  <l>Ne nat a worde was ſpoken in the place,</l>
                  <l>The mountenance of a furlong way of ſpace.</l>
                  <l>I kneling by this floure, in good entent</l>
                  <l>Abode to knowen what this people ment,</l>
                  <l>As ſtill as any ſtone, till at the laſt</l>
                  <l>This God of Love, on me his iyen caſt,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, who kneleth there? and I anſwerde</l>
                  <l>Vnto his asking, when that I it herde,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd, ſir it am I, and come him nere,</l>
                  <l>And ſalued him: (qd. he) what doeſt thou here,</l>
                  <l>So nigh mine owne floure, ſo boldly?</l>
                  <l>It were better worthy truely,</l>
                  <l>A worme to nighen nere my floure than thou.</l>
                  <l>And why ſir (qd. I) and it like you?</l>
                  <l>For thou (qd. he) art therto nothing able,</l>
                  <l>It is my relike, digne and delitable,</l>
                  <l>And thou my fo, and all my folke werrieſt,</l>
                  <l>And of mine old ſervaunts thou miſſaieſt,</l>
                  <l>And hindreſt hem, with thy tranſlacion,</l>
                  <l>And letteſt folke from her devocion,</l>
                  <l>To ſerve me, and holdeſt it folie</l>
                  <l>To ſerve Love, thou mayſt it nat denie,</l>
                  <l>For in plain text, withouten nede of gloſe,</l>
                  <l>Thou haſt tranſlated the Romaunt of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> roſe,</l>
                  <l>That is an hereſie ayenſt my law,</l>
                  <l>And makeſt wiſe folke fro me withdraw;</l>
                  <l>And of Creſeide, thou haſt ſaid as the liſt,</l>
                  <l>That maketh men to women leſſe triſt,</l>
                  <l>That ben as trewe as ever was any ſtele:</l>
                  <l>Of thine anſwere aviſe thee right wele,</l>
                  <l>For though thou renied haſt my lay,</l>
                  <l>As other wretches have done many a day,</l>
                  <l>By ſeint Venus, that my mother is,</l>
                  <l>If that thou live, thou ſhalt repenten this,</l>
                  <l>So cruelly, that it ſhall well be ſene.</l>
                  <l>Tho ſpake this lady, clothed all in greene</l>
                  <l>And ſaied, God right of your curteſie,</l>
                  <l>Ye mote herken if he can replie</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt all this that ye have to him meved,</l>
                  <l>A God ne ſhulde nat be thus agreved,</l>
                  <l>But of his deite he ſhal be ſtable,</l>
                  <l>And thereto gracious and merciable:</l>
                  <l>And if ye nere a God that knowen all,</l>
                  <l>Then might it be as I you tellen ſhall,</l>
                  <l>This man to you may falſely ben accuſed,</l>
                  <l>That as by right, him ought ben excuſed,</l>
                  <l>For in your court is many a loſengeour,</l>
                  <l>And many a queinte totoler accuſour,</l>
                  <l>That tabouren in your eares many a ſoun,</l>
                  <l>Right after her imaginacioun,</l>
                  <l>To have your daliaunce, and for envie,</l>
                  <l>Theſe ben the cauſes, and I ſhall nat lie,</l>
                  <l>Envie is lavender of the court alway,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe ne parteth neither night ne day,</l>
                  <l>Out of the houſe of Ceſar, thus ſaith Dant,</l>
                  <l>Who ſo that goeth algate ſhe wol nat want.</l>
                  <l>And eke peraunter for this man is nice,</l>
                  <l>He might done it, geſſing no malice,</l>
                  <l>But for he vſeth thinges for to make,</l>
                  <l>Him recketh nought of what mater he take,</l>
                  <l>Or him was boden make thilke twey,</l>
                  <l>Of ſome perſone, and durſt it nat withſey:</l>
                  <l>Or him repenteth vtterly of this,</l>
                  <l>He ne hath nat done ſo grevouſly amis,</l>
                  <l>To tranſlaten that old clerkes writen,</l>
                  <l>As though that he of malice would enditen,</l>
                  <l>Diſpite of love, and had himſelfe it wrought,</l>
                  <l>This ſhold a riȝtwiſe lord have in his thouȝt,</l>
                  <l>And nat be like tiraunts of Lombardie,</l>
                  <l>That han no reward but at tyrannie,</l>
                  <l>* For he that king or lorde is naturell,</l>
                  <l>Him ought nat be tiraunt ne cruell,</l>
                  <l>As is a fermour, to done the harme he can,</l>
                  <l>He muſt thinke it is his liege man,</l>
                  <l>And is his treſour, and his gold in cofer:</l>
                  <l>This is the ſentence of the Philoſopher,</l>
                  <l>A king to kepe his lieges in Iuſtice,</l>
                  <l>Withouten doute that is his office,</l>
                  <l>All woll he kepe his lordes in her degree,</l>
                  <l>As it is right and skil, that they bee</l>
                  <l>Enhaunſed and honoured, and moſt dere,</l>
                  <l>For they ben halfe goddes in this world here,</l>
                  <l>Yet mote he done both right to poore &amp; riche,</l>
                  <l>All be that her eſtate be nat both iliche,</l>
                  <l>And have of poore folke compaſſion,</l>
                  <l>For lo, the gentill kinde of the lion,</l>
                  <l>For when a flie offendeth him or biteth,</l>
                  <l>He with his taile away the flie ſmiteth,</l>
                  <l>Al eaſily, for of his gentrie,</l>
                  <l>Him deineth nat to wreke him on a flie,</l>
                  <l>As doeth a curre, or els another beeſt,</l>
                  <l>* In noble corage ought ben areeſt,</l>
                  <l>And waien every thing by equite,</l>
                  <l>And ever have regard vnto his owne degre:</l>
                  <l>For ſir, it is no maiſtrie for a lord</l>
                  <l>To dampne a man, without anſwere of word,</l>
                  <l>And for a lorde, that is full foule to vſe</l>
                  <l>And it ſo be, he may him nat excuſe,</l>
                  <l>But asketh mercy with a dreadfull hert,</l>
                  <l>And profereth him, right in his bare ſherte</l>
                  <l>To ben right at your owne judgement.</l>
                  <l>Then ought a God by ſhort aviſement,</l>
                  <l>Conſider his owne honour, and his treſpace,</l>
                  <l>For ſith no cauſe of death lieth in this caſe,</l>
                  <l>You ought to ben the lightlier merciable,</l>
                  <l>Letteth your ire, &amp; bethe ſomewhat tretable:</l>
                  <l>The man hath ſerved you of his conninges,</l>
                  <l>And forthred well your law in his makinges,</l>
                  <l>All be it that he can nat well endite,</l>
                  <l>Yet hath he made leude folke delite</l>
                  <l>To ſerve you, in preiſing of your name,</l>
                  <l>He made the boke, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hight, The houſe of fame,</l>
                  <l>And eke the death of Blaunche the Ducheſſe,</l>
                  <l>And the Parliament of Foules, as I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>And al the love of Palamon and Arcite</l>
                  <l>Of Thebes, though the ſtorie is knowen li<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e,</l>
                  <l>And many an Himpne, for your holy daies,</l>
                  <l>That highten balades, rondels, virelaies:</l>
                  <l>And for to ſpeake of other holineſſe,</l>
                  <l>He hath in proſe tranſlated Boece,</l>
                  <l>And made the life alſo of ſaint Cecile:</l>
                  <l>He made alſo, gone is a great while,</l>
                  <l>Origenes vpon the Maudelaine:</l>
                  <l>Him ought now to have the leſſe paine,</l>
                  <l>He hath made many a ley, and many a thing.</l>
                  <l>Now as ye be a God, and eke a king,</l>
                  <l>I your Alceſte, whilom quene of Trace,</l>
                  <l>I aske you this man right of your grace,</l>
                  <l>That ye him never hurt in al his live,</l>
                  <l>And he ſhal ſwearen to you, and that blive,</l>
                  <l>
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He ſhal never more agilten in this wiſe,</l>
                  <l>But ſhal maken as ye woll deviſe,</l>
                  <l>Of women trewe in loving al her life,</l>
                  <l>Where ſo ye woll, of maiden or of wife,</l>
                  <l>And forthren you as much as he miſſeide,</l>
                  <l>Or in the Roſe, or els in Creſeide.</l>
                  <l>The God of Love anſwerde her thus anon,</l>
                  <l>Madame (qd. he) it is ſo long agon,</l>
                  <l>That I you knew, ſo charitable and trewe,</l>
                  <l>That never yet, ſens the world was newe,</l>
                  <l>To me ne found I better none than ye,</l>
                  <l>If that I woll ſave my degree:</l>
                  <l>I may nor woll nat werne your requeſt,</l>
                  <l>Al lieth in you, doth with him as you leſt.</l>
                  <l>I al foryeve withouten lenger ſpace,</l>
                  <l>* For who ſo yeveth a yefte or doth a grace,</l>
                  <l>Do it betime, his thanke ſhall be the more,</l>
                  <l>And demeth ye what ye ſhal do therfore.</l>
                  <l>Go thanke now my lady here (qd. he)</l>
                  <l>I roſe, and doun I ſet me on my knee,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid thus: Madame, the God above</l>
                  <l>For yelde you that the God of Love</l>
                  <l>Have maked me his wrath to foryeve,</l>
                  <l>And grace ſo long for to live,</l>
                  <l>That I may know ſothely what ye be,</l>
                  <l>That have me holpen, and put in this degre,</l>
                  <l>But trewly I wende, as in this caas</l>
                  <l>Nought have a gilte, ne done to love treſpas,</l>
                  <l>* For why a trewe man withouten drede,</l>
                  <l>Hath nat to parten with a theves dede.</l>
                  <l>Ne a trewe lover ought me nat to blame,</l>
                  <l>Though y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I ſpeke a falſe lover ſome ſhame:</l>
                  <l>They ought rather with me for to hold,</l>
                  <l>For that I of Creſeide wrote or told,</l>
                  <l>Or of the Roſe, what ſo mine author ment,</l>
                  <l>Algate God wotte it was mine entent</l>
                  <l>To forthren trouth in love, and it cherice</l>
                  <l>And to ben ware fro falſeneſſe and fro vice,</l>
                  <l>By which enſample, this was my mening.</l>
                  <l>And ſhe anſwerde, let be thine arguing,</l>
                  <l>For love ne wol not counterpleted be,</l>
                  <l>In right ne wrong, and lerne that of me:</l>
                  <l>Thou haſt thy grace, &amp; hold the right thereto</l>
                  <l>Now woll I ſaine w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> penance thou ſhalt do</l>
                  <l>For thy treſpace, vnderſtand it here,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt while y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou liveſt yere by yere,</l>
                  <l>The moſt partie of thy time ſpende,</l>
                  <l>In making of a glorious legende,</l>
                  <l>Of good women, maidens, and wives,</l>
                  <l>That weren trewe in loving all her lives,</l>
                  <l>And tell of falſe men that hem betraien,</l>
                  <l>That al her life ne do nat but aſſaien</l>
                  <l>How many women they may done a ſhame,</l>
                  <l>For in your world that is now hold a game:</l>
                  <l>And though thee like nat a lover be,</l>
                  <l>Speke wel of love, this penance yeve I thee,</l>
                  <l>And to the God of love I ſhal ſo pray,</l>
                  <l>That he ſhal charge his ſervants by any way,</l>
                  <l>To forthren thee, and wel thy labour quite,</l>
                  <l>Go now thy waie, this penaunce is but lite:</l>
                  <l>And when this boke is made, yeve it y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> quene</l>
                  <l>On my behalfe, at Eltham, or at Shene.</l>
                  <l>The God of love gan ſmile, and then he ſaid:</l>
                  <l>Woſt thou (qd. he) where this be wife or maid,</l>
                  <l>Or queene, or counteſſe, or of what degree,</l>
                  <l>That hath ſo littell penaunce yeven thee,</l>
                  <l>That haſt deſerved ſore for to ſmart,</l>
                  <l>* But pite renneth ſoone in gentle hart:</l>
                  <l>That maiſt thou ſene, ſhe kitheth what ſhe is?</l>
                  <l>And I anſwerde, naie ſir ſo have I blis,</l>
                  <l>No more, but that I ſee well ſhe is good.</l>
                  <l>That is a trewe tale by mine hood,</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Love) and thou knoweſt wel parde,</l>
                  <l>If it be ſo that thou aviſe the,</l>
                  <l>Haſt thou nat in a booke in thy cheſte,</l>
                  <l>The great goodneſſe of the quene Alceſte,</l>
                  <l>That turned was into a Daieſie,</l>
                  <l>She that for her husband cheſe to die,</l>
                  <l>And eke to gone to hell, rather than he,</l>
                  <l>And Hercules reſcued her parde,</l>
                  <l>And brought her out of hel againe to blis?</l>
                  <l>And I anſwerde againe, and ſaid yes,</l>
                  <l>Now know I her, And is this good Alceſte,</l>
                  <l>The Daieſie, and mine owne herts reſte?</l>
                  <l>Now fele I well the goodneſſe of this wife,</l>
                  <l>That both after her death, and in her life,</l>
                  <l>Her great bounte doubleth her renoun,</l>
                  <l>Wel hath ſhe quit me mine affectioun,</l>
                  <l>That I have to her floure the daieſie,</l>
                  <l>No wonder is though Iove her ſtellifie,</l>
                  <l>As telleth Agaton, for her great goodneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Her white corowne beareth of it witneſſe:</l>
                  <l>For all ſo many vertues had ſhe,</l>
                  <l>As ſmal florounes in her corowne be,</l>
                  <l>In remembraunce of her, and in honour,</l>
                  <l>Cibilla made the daieſie and the floure,</l>
                  <l>I crowned al with white, as men may ſe,</l>
                  <l>And Mars yave to her a corowne reed parde,</l>
                  <l>In ſtede of Rubies ſet among y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> white,</l>
                  <l>Therewith this quene woxe reed for ſhame alite.</l>
                  <l>When ſhe was prayſed ſo in her preſence,</l>
                  <l>Then ſaid Love, a full great negligence</l>
                  <l>Was it to thee, that ilke time thou made,</l>
                  <l>(Hide Abſolon thy treſſes) in balade,</l>
                  <l>That thou forget in thy ſonge to ſette,</l>
                  <l>Sith that thou art ſo greatly in her dette,</l>
                  <l>And woſt well that kalender is ſhe</l>
                  <l>To any woman, that woll lover be:</l>
                  <l>For ſhe taught all the craft of trewe loving,</l>
                  <l>And namely of wifehode the living,</l>
                  <l>And all the bondes that ſhe ought keepe,</l>
                  <l>Thy litel witte was thilke time a ſleepe:</l>
                  <l>But now I charge thee vpon thy life,</l>
                  <l>That in thy legende make of this wife,</l>
                  <l>When thou haſt other ſmale imade before,</l>
                  <l>And fare now well I charge thee no more,</l>
                  <l>But er I go, thus much I will the tell,</l>
                  <l>* Ne ſhal no trewe lover come in hell.</l>
                  <l>Theſe other ladies ſitting here a rowe,</l>
                  <l>Ben in my balade, if thou conſt hem know,</l>
                  <l>And in thy bokes, al thou ſhalt hem find,</l>
                  <l>Have hem now in thy legende al in mind,</l>
                  <l>I meane of hem that ben in thy knowing,</l>
                  <l>For here ben twenty thouſand mo ſitting</l>
                  <l>Than thou knoweſt, good women all,</l>
                  <l>And trewe of love, for ought that may befall:</l>
                  <l>Make the metres of hem as the leſt,</l>
                  <l>I mote gone home, the ſunne draweth weſt,</l>
                  <l>To paradis, with all this companie,</l>
                  <l>And ſerve alway the freſh Daieſie.</l>
                  <l>At Cleopatras I woll that thou begin,</l>
                  <l>And ſo forth, and my love ſo ſhalt thou win,</l>
                  <l>
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For let ſee now what man that lover be,</l>
                  <l>Wol done ſo ſtrong a paine for love as ſhe,</l>
                  <l>I wote well that thou maiſt nat all it rime,</l>
                  <l>That ſuche lovers did in her time:</l>
                  <l>It were too long to reden and to here,</l>
                  <l>Suffiſeth me thou make in this manere,</l>
                  <l>That thou reherce of al her life the great,</l>
                  <l>After theſe old authours liſten for to treat,</l>
                  <l>For who ſo ſhall ſo many a ſtory tell,</l>
                  <l>Sey ſhortly or he ſhall to long dwell:</l>
                  <l>And with that worde my bookes gan I take,</l>
                  <l>And right thus on my legende gan I make.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>¶Thus endeth the Prologue.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="legend">
               <head>¶Here beginneth the legende of Cleopa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tras
Queene of Egipt.</head>
               <l>AFter y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> death of Ptholome the King,</l>
               <l>That all Egipt had in his governing,</l>
               <l>Reigned his Queene Cleopatras,</l>
               <l>Till on a time bifel there ſuch a caas,</l>
               <l>That out of Rome was ſent a ſenatour,</l>
               <l>For to conqueren realmes and honour,</l>
               <l>Vnto the toune of Rome, as was vſaunce,</l>
               <l>To have the world at her obeiſaunce,</l>
               <l>And ſoth to ſay, Antonius was his name,</l>
               <l>So fil it, as fortune him ought a ſhame,</l>
               <l>When he was fallen in proſperite,</l>
               <l>Rebel vnto the toune of Rome is he,</l>
               <l>And over al this, the ſuſter of Ceſare</l>
               <l>He left her falſely, er that ſhe was ware,</l>
               <l>And would algates han another wife,</l>
               <l>For which he toke with Rome, &amp; Ceſar ſtrife.</l>
               <l>Natheleſſe, forſoth this ilke Senatour,</l>
               <l>Was a full worthy gentill werriour,</l>
               <l>And of his deth it was ful great damage,</l>
               <l>But love had brought this man in ſuch a rage</l>
               <l>And him ſo narow bounden in his laas,</l>
               <l>And all for the love of Cleopatras,</l>
               <l>That al the world he ſet at no value,</l>
               <l>Him thouȝt there was nothing to him ſo due,</l>
               <l>As Cleopatras, for to love and ſerve,</l>
               <l>Him thought that in armes for to ſterve</l>
               <l>In the defence of her, and of her right.</l>
               <l>This noble quene, eke loved ſo this knight,</l>
               <l>Through his deſert, and for his chevalrie,</l>
               <l>As certainly, but if that bokes lie,</l>
               <l>He was of perſon, and of gentilneſſe,</l>
               <l>And of diſcretion, and of hardineſſe,</l>
               <l>Worthy to any wight that liven may,</l>
               <l>And ſhe was faire, as is the roſe in Maie:</l>
               <l>And for to maken ſhorte is the beſt,</l>
               <l>She woxe his wife, and had him as her leſt.</l>
               <l>The wedding and the feaſt to deviſe,</l>
               <l>To me that have itake ſuch empriſe,</l>
               <l>And ſo many a ſtorie for to make,</l>
               <l>It were to long, leſt that I ſhould ſlake</l>
               <l>Of thing that beareth more effect &amp; charge,</l>
               <l>For men may overlade a ſhip or barge,</l>
               <l>And for thy, to effect then woll I skippe,</l>
               <l>And al the remnaunt I woll let it ſlippe.</l>
               <l>Octavian, that wood was of this dede,</l>
               <l>Shope him an hooſte on Antony to lede,</l>
               <l>Al vtterly for his diſtruction,</l>
               <l>With ſtoute Romaines, cruell as Lion</l>
               <l>To ſhip they went, and thus I let hem faile.</l>
               <l>Antonius was ware, and woll nat faile</l>
               <l>To meten with theſe Romaines, if he may,</l>
               <l>Toke eke his rede, and both vpon a day</l>
               <l>His wife and he, and all his hoſt forth went</l>
               <l>To ſhip anone, no lenger they ne ſtent,</l>
               <l>And in the ſee it happed hem to mete,</l>
               <l>Vp goeth the trumpe, &amp; for to ſhoute &amp; ſhete</l>
               <l>And painen hem to ſet on with the ſunne,</l>
               <l>With griſly ſown out goeth the great gunne,</l>
               <l>And hertely they hurtlen in all at ones,</l>
               <l>And fro the top doune cometh y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> great ſtones,</l>
               <l>In goeth the grapenel ſo full of crokes,</l>
               <l>Among the ropes ran the ſhering hokes,</l>
               <l>In with the polaxe preaſeth he and he,</l>
               <l>Behind the maſte beginneth he to flee,</l>
               <l>And out againe, and driveth him over borde,</l>
               <l>He ſticketh him vpon his ſpeares orde,</l>
               <l>He rent the ſaile with hookes like a ſith,</l>
               <l>He bringeth the cup, and biddeth hem be blith,</l>
               <l>He poureth peeſen vpon the hatches ſlider,</l>
               <l>With pots full of lime, they gone togider,</l>
               <l>And thus the long day in fight they ſpend,</l>
               <l>Till at the laſt, as every thing hath end,</l>
               <l>Antony is ſhent, and put him to the flight,</l>
               <l>And all his folke to go, that beſt go might,</l>
               <l>Fleeth eke y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> quene, with all her purple ſaile,</l>
               <l>For ſtrokes which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> went as thicke as haile,</l>
               <l>No wonder was, he might it nat endure:</l>
               <l>And when that Antony ſaw that aventure,</l>
               <l>Alas (qd. he) the day that I was borne,</l>
               <l>My worſhip in this day thus have I lorne,</l>
               <l>And for diſpaire out of his wit he ſtart,</l>
               <l>And rofe himſelfe anon throughout the hart,</l>
               <l>Ere that he ferther went out of the place:</l>
               <l>His wife, that could of Ceſar have no grace,</l>
               <l>To Egipt is fled, for drede and for diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>But herkeneth ye that ſpeken of kindneſſe.</l>
               <l>Ye men that falſely ſwearen many an oth,</l>
               <l>That ye woll die, if that your love be wroth,</l>
               <l>Here may ye ſeene of women ſuch a trouth.</l>
               <l>This woful Cleopatra had made ſuch routh,</l>
               <l>That there nis tong none that may it tell,</l>
               <l>But on the morow ſhe woll no lenger dwell,</l>
               <l>But made her ſubtill werkmen make a ſhrine</l>
               <l>Of all the rubies and the ſtones fine</l>
               <l>In all Egipt, that ſhe could eſpie,</l>
               <l>And put full the ſhrine of ſpicerie,</l>
               <l>And let the corſe enbaume, and forth ſhe fette</l>
               <l>This dead corſe, and in the ſhrine it ſhette,</l>
               <l>And next the ſhrine a pit than doth ſhe grave,</l>
               <l>And all the ſerpentes that ſhe might have,</l>
               <l>She put hem in that grave, &amp; thus ſhe ſeid:</l>
               <l>Now love, to whom my ſorowfull hert obeid,</l>
               <l>So ferforthly, that fro that bliſfull hour</l>
               <l>That I you ſwore to ben all freely your,</l>
               <l>I meane you, Antonius my knight,</l>
               <l>That never waking in the day or night,</l>
               <l>Ye nere out of mine herts remembraunce,</l>
               <l>For wele or wo, for carole, or for daunce,</l>
               <l>And in my ſelfe this covenaunt made I tho,</l>
               <l>That right ſuch as ye felten wele or wo,</l>
               <l>As ferforth as it in my power lay,</l>
               <l>Vnreprovable vnto my wifehood aye,</l>
               <l>The ſame would I felen, life or death,</l>
               <l>And thilke covenaunt while me laſteth breath</l>
               <l>
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I woll fulfill, and that ſhall well be ſeene,</l>
               <l>Was never vnto her love a truer queene:</l>
               <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> word, naked with full good hart,</l>
               <l>Among the ſerpents in the pit ſhe ſtart,</l>
               <l>And there ſhe cheſe to have her burying.</l>
               <l>Anone the neders gonne her for to ſting,</l>
               <l>And ſhe her death receiueth with good chere,</l>
               <l>For love of Antony that was her ſo dere.</l>
               <l>And this is ſtoriall, ſooth it is no fable,</l>
               <l>Now ere I find a man thus true and ſtable,</l>
               <l>And woll for love his death ſo freely take,</l>
               <l>I pray God let our hedes never ake.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="legend">
               <head>¶The Legend of Tisbe of Babilon.</head>
               <l>AT Babiloine whylome fill it thus,</l>
               <l>The which toun y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> queen Simiramus</l>
               <l>Let dichen about, and wals make</l>
               <l>Full hie, of harde tiles well ibake:</l>
               <l>There were dwelling in this noble toun,</l>
               <l>Two lords, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> were of great renoun,</l>
               <l>And woneden ſo nigh vpon a grene,</l>
               <l>That ther nas but a ſtone wal hem between,</l>
               <l>As oft in great tounes is the wonne:</l>
               <l>And ſothe to ſaine, that one man had a ſonne,</l>
               <l>Of all that lond one of the luſtieſt,</l>
               <l>That other had a doughter, the faireſt</l>
               <l>That eſtward in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> world was tho dwelling,</l>
               <l>The name of everiche, gan to other ſpring,</l>
               <l>By women that were neighbours aboute,</l>
               <l>For in that countre yet withouten doute,</l>
               <l>Maidens ben ikept for ielouſie,</l>
               <l>Ful ſtraite, leſt they didden ſome folie.</l>
               <l>This yong man was cleped Piramus,</l>
               <l>Thisbe hight the maide (Naſo ſaith thus)</l>
               <l>And thus by report, was her name iſhove,</l>
               <l>That as they woxe in age, ſo woxe her love:</l>
               <l>And certaine, as by reaſon of her age,</l>
               <l>Ther might have ben betwixt hem mariage,</l>
               <l>But that her fathers <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>olde it nat aſſent,</l>
               <l>And bothe in love ilike ſore they brent,</l>
               <l>That none of all her friendes might it lette,</l>
               <l>But prively ſometime yet they mette</l>
               <l>By ſleight, and ſpaken ſome of her deſire,</l>
               <l>As wrie the glede and hotter is the fire,</l>
               <l>Forbid a love, and it is ten times ſo wode.</l>
               <l>This wal, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bitwixt hem both ſtode,</l>
               <l>Was cloven atwo, right fro the top adoun,</l>
               <l>Of old time, of his foundatioun,</l>
               <l>But yet this clift was ſo narrow and lite</l>
               <l>It was nat ſeene, dere inough a mite,</l>
               <l>But what is that, that love cannot eſpie?</l>
               <l>Ye lovers two, if that I ſhall not lie,</l>
               <l>Ye founden firſt this little narrow clift,</l>
               <l>And with a ſound, as ſoft as any ſhrift,</l>
               <l>They let her words through the clift pace,</l>
               <l>And tolden, while that they ſtoden in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> place,</l>
               <l>All her complaint of love, and all her wo,</l>
               <l>At every time when they durſt ſo.</l>
               <l>On that one ſide of the wall ſtood he,</l>
               <l>And on that other ſide ſtood Tiſbe,</l>
               <l>The ſweet ſoune of other to receive,</l>
               <l>And thus her wardeins would they diſceive,</l>
               <l>And every day this wall they would threte,</l>
               <l>And wiſh to God that it were doun ibete,</l>
               <l>Thus wold they ſain, alas thou wicked wall<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
               </l>
               <l>Through thine enuie, thou vs letteſt all,</l>
               <l>Why nilt thou cleave, or fallen all atwo,</l>
               <l>Or at the leaſt, but thou wouldeſt ſo,</l>
               <l>Yet wouldeſt thou but ones let vs mete,</l>
               <l>Or ones that we might kiſſen ſwete,</l>
               <l>Then were we cured of our cares cold,</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe, yet be we to thee hold,</l>
               <l>In as much as thou ſuffreſt for to gone,</l>
               <l>Our words through thy lime &amp; eke thy ſtone,</l>
               <l>Yet ought we with thee ben well apaid.</l>
               <l>And when theſe idle wordes weren ſaid,</l>
               <l>The cold wall they woulden kiſſe of ſtone,</l>
               <l>And take her leave, &amp; forth they wolden gone,</l>
               <l>And this was gladly in the eventide,</l>
               <l>Or wonder erly, leaſt men it eſpide.</l>
               <l>And long time they wrought in this manere,</l>
               <l>Till on a day, when Phebus gan to clere,</l>
               <l>Aurora with the ſtremes of her hete</l>
               <l>Had dried vp the dew of herbes wete,</l>
               <l>Vnto this clift, as it was wont to be,</l>
               <l>Come Piramus, and after come Tisbe,</l>
               <l>And plighten trouthe fully in her faie,</l>
               <l>That ilke ſame night to ſteale awaie,</l>
               <l>And to beguile her wardeins everychone,</l>
               <l>And forth out of the Citie for to gone,</l>
               <l>And for the fieldes ben ſo brode and wide,</l>
               <l>For to mete in o place at o tide:</l>
               <l>They ſet markes, her meetings ſhould be</l>
               <l>There king Ninus was grauen, vnder a tree,</l>
               <l>For old painems, that idolles heried,</l>
               <l>Vſeden tho in fields to ben buried,</l>
               <l>And faſt by his grave was a well,</l>
               <l>And ſhortely of this tale for to tell,</l>
               <l>This couenaunt was affirmed wonder faſt,</l>
               <l>And long hem thought that the ſunne laſt,</l>
               <l>That it nere gone vnder the ſee adoun.</l>
               <l>This Tisbe hath ſo great affectioun,</l>
               <l>And ſo great liking Piramus to ſee,</l>
               <l>That when ſhe ſaw her time might be,</l>
               <l>At night ſhe ſtale away full prively,</l>
               <l>With her face iwimpled ſubtelly,</l>
               <l>For all her friends (for to ſave her trouth)</l>
               <l>She hath forſake alas, and that is routh,</l>
               <l>That ever woman woulde be ſo trew,</l>
               <l>To truſten man, but ſhe the bet him knew:</l>
               <l>And to the tree ſhe goeth a full good pace,</l>
               <l>For love made her ſo hardy in this caſe,</l>
               <l>And by the well adoun ſhe gan her dreſſe,</l>
               <l>Alas, then commeth a wild Lioneſſe</l>
               <l>Out of the wood, withouten more arreſt,</l>
               <l>With bloody mouth, ſtrangling of a beaſt,</l>
               <l>To drinken of the well there as ſhe ſat,</l>
               <l>And when that Tisbe had eſpied that,</l>
               <l>She riſt her vp, with a full drery hart,</l>
               <l>And in a caue, with dreadfull foot ſhe ſtart,</l>
               <l>For by the Moone ſhe ſaw it well withall,</l>
               <l>And as ſhe ran, her wimple let ſhe fall,</l>
               <l>And toke none hede, ſo ſore ſhe was a whaped,</l>
               <l>And eke ſo glad that ſhe was eſcaped,</l>
               <l>And thus ſhe ſat, and lurketh wonder ſtill:</l>
               <l>When that this Lioneſſe hath dronke her fill,</l>
               <l>About the well gan ſhe for to wind,</l>
               <l>And right anon the wimple gan ſhe find,</l>
               <l>And with her bloody mouth it all to rent,</l>
               <l>When this was done, no lenger ſhe ne ſtent,</l>
               <l>
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But to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wood her way then hath ſhe nome.</l>
               <l>And at the laſt this Piramus is come,</l>
               <l>But all too long (alas) at home was hee,</l>
               <l>The Moone ſhone, men might well iſee,</l>
               <l>And in his way, as that he come full faſt,</l>
               <l>His eyen to the ground adoun he caſt,</l>
               <l>And in the ſonde, as he beheld adoun,</l>
               <l>He ſaw the ſteppes brode of a Lioun,</l>
               <l>And in his hart he ſuddainly agroſe,</l>
               <l>And pale he wext, therwith his hart aroſe,</l>
               <l>And here he came, &amp; found the wimple torne,</l>
               <l>Alas (qd. he) the day that I was borne,</l>
               <l>This o night woll both vs lovers ſlee,</l>
               <l>How ſhould I asken mercy of Tisbee,</l>
               <l>When I am he that have you ſlaine, alas,</l>
               <l>My bidding hath you ſlaine in this caas,</l>
               <l>Alas, to bidde a woman gone by night</l>
               <l>In place thereas perill fallen might,</l>
               <l>And I ſo ſlow, alas I ne had be</l>
               <l>Here in this place, a furlong way ere ye,</l>
               <l>Now what Lion that is in this foreſt,</l>
               <l>My body mote he rente, or what beaſt</l>
               <l>That wild is, gnawen mote he mine hart,</l>
               <l>And with that word he to the wimple ſtart,</l>
               <l>And kiſt it oft, and wept on it full ſore,</l>
               <l>And ſaid wimple alas, there nis no more,</l>
               <l>But thou ſhalt feele as well the blood of me,</l>
               <l>As thou haſt felt the bleeding of Tisbe:</l>
               <l>And with that word he ſmote him to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hart,</l>
               <l>The blood out of the wound as broad ſtart,</l>
               <l>As water, when the conduit broken is.</l>
               <l>Now Tisbe, which that wiſt nat this,</l>
               <l>But ſitting in her drede, ſhe thought thus,</l>
               <l>If it ſo fall out that my Piramus</l>
               <l>Be comen hither, and may me nat ifind,</l>
               <l>He may me holden falſe, and eke vnkind,</l>
               <l>And out ſhe commeth, &amp; after him gan eſpien,</l>
               <l>Both with her hart, and with her eien,</l>
               <l>And thought, I woll him tellen of my drede,</l>
               <l>Both of the Lioneſſe and of my dede.</l>
               <l>And at the laſt her love then hath ſhe found,</l>
               <l>Beating with his heeles on the ground,</l>
               <l>All bloody, and therewithall abacke ſhe ſtart,</l>
               <l>And like the wawes, quappe gan her hart,</l>
               <l>And pale as boxe ſhe woxe, and in a throw</l>
               <l>Aviſed her, and gan him well to know,</l>
               <l>That it was Piramus her hart dere.</l>
               <l>Who could write whiche a deadly chere</l>
               <l>Hath Tisbe now, and how her haire ſhe rent,</l>
               <l>And how ſhe gan her ſelfe to turment,</l>
               <l>And how ſhe lieth &amp; ſwouneth on the ground,</l>
               <l>And how ſhe wept of teares full his wound,</l>
               <l>How medleth ſhe his blood with her complaint,</l>
               <l>How with her blood her ſelven gan ſhe paint,</l>
               <l>How clippeth ſhe the red corſe, alas,</l>
               <l>How doth this wofull Tisbe in this caas,</l>
               <l>How kiſſeth ſhe his froſty mouth ſo cold:</l>
               <l>Who hath don this? &amp; who hath ben ſo bold</l>
               <l>To ſleen my lefe? o ſpeake Piramus,</l>
               <l>I am thy Tisbe, that thee calleth thus,</l>
               <l>And therwithall ſhe lifteth vp his head.</l>
               <l>This wofull man that was nat fully dead,</l>
               <l>When that he herd y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> name of Tisbe crien,</l>
               <l>On her he caſt his heavy deadly eyen,</l>
               <l>And doun againe, and yeeldeth vp the ghoſt.</l>
               <l>Tisbe riſt vp, without noiſe or boſt,</l>
               <l>And ſaw her wimple and his empty ſheath,</l>
               <l>And eke his ſwerd, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> him hath done to death,</l>
               <l>Then ſpake ſhe thus, thy woful hand (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>Is ſtrong ynough in ſuch a werke to me,</l>
               <l>For love ſhall yeve me ſtrength &amp; hardineſſe,</l>
               <l>To make my wound large ynough I geſſe,</l>
               <l>I woll thee followen dead, and I woll be</l>
               <l>Felaw, and cauſe eke of thy death (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>And though that nothing ſave y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> death only,</l>
               <l>Might thee fro me depart trewly,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt no more departe now fro me</l>
               <l>Than fro the death, for I woll go with thee.</l>
               <l>And now ye wretched jelous fathers our,</l>
               <l>We that weren whylome children your,</l>
               <l>We praien you, withouten more enuie,</l>
               <l>That in o grave we moten lie,</l>
               <l>Sens love hath brought vs this pitous end,</l>
               <l>And right wiſe God, to every lover ſend,</l>
               <l>That loveth trewly, more proſperite</l>
               <l>Than ever had Piramus and Tisbe,</l>
               <l>And let no gentill woman her aſſure,</l>
               <l>To putten her in ſuch an aventure,</l>
               <l>* But God forbid but that a woman can</l>
               <l>Ben as true and loving as a man,</l>
               <l>And for my part I ſhall anon it kithe:</l>
               <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> word, his ſwerde ſhe tooke ſwitche,</l>
               <l>That warme was of her loves blood, &amp; hote,</l>
               <l>And to the hart ſhe her ſelven ſmote.</l>
               <l>And thus are Tisbe and Piramus ago,</l>
               <l>Of true men I find but few mo</l>
               <l>In all my bookes, ſave this Piramus,</l>
               <l>And therefore have I ſpoken of him thus;</l>
               <l>For it is deintie to vs men to find</l>
               <l>A man that can in love be true and kind.</l>
               <l>Here may ye ſeene, what lover ſo he be,</l>
               <l>A woman dare, and can as well as he.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="legend">
               <head>¶The Legend of Dido, Queene
of Cartage.</head>
               <l>GLory and honour, Virgile Mantuan,</l>
               <l>Be to thy name, and I ſhall as I can</l>
               <l>Follow thy lanterne, as thou goeſt beforne,</l>
               <l>How Eneas to Dido was forſworne,</l>
               <l>In thine Eneide, and Naſo woll I take</l>
               <l>The tenour and the great effects make,</l>
               <l>When Troy brought was to deſtruction</l>
               <l>By Grekes ſleight, and namely by Sinon,</l>
               <l>Faining the horſe offred vnto Minerue,</l>
               <l>Thrugh which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> many a Troian muſt ſterve,</l>
               <l>And Hector had after his death apered,</l>
               <l>And fire ſo wood, it might nat ben ſtered,</l>
               <l>In all the noble toure of Ilion,</l>
               <l>That of the citie was the cheefe dungeon,</l>
               <l>And all the country was ſo low ybrought,</l>
               <l>And Priamus the king fordone and nought,</l>
               <l>And Eneas was charged by Venus</l>
               <l>To flien away, he tooke Aſcanius</l>
               <l>That was his ſon, in his right hand &amp; fled,</l>
               <l>And on his backe he bare and with him led</l>
               <l>His old father, cleped Anchiſes,</l>
               <l>And by the way his wife Creuſa he lees,</l>
               <l>And mokell ſorrow had he in his mind,</l>
               <l>Ere that he coulde his fellawſhip find:</l>
               <l>But at the laſt, when he had hem found,</l>
               <l>He made him redy in a certaine ſtound,</l>
               <l>
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And to the ſea full faſt he gan him hie,</l>
               <l>And ſaileth forth with all his companie</l>
               <l>Towards Itaile, as would deſtinee:</l>
               <l>But of his aventures in the ſee,</l>
               <l>Nis nat to purpoſe for to ſpeke of here,</l>
               <l>For it accordeth nat to my matere,</l>
               <l>But as I ſaid, of him and of Dido</l>
               <l>Shall be my tale, till that I have do.</l>
               <l>So long he ſailed in the ſalt ſee,</l>
               <l>Till in Libie vnneth arriued he,</l>
               <l>So was he with the tempeſt all to ſhake,</l>
               <l>And when that he the haven had itake,</l>
               <l>He had a knight was called Achatees,</l>
               <l>And him of all his fellowſhip he chees,</l>
               <l>To gone with him, the country for teſpie,</l>
               <l>He tooke with him no more companie,</l>
               <l>But forth they gon, and left his ſhips ride,</l>
               <l>His feere and he, withouten any guide.</l>
               <l>So long he walketh in this wilderneſſe,</l>
               <l>Till at the laſt he met an huntereſſe,</l>
               <l>A bow in hond, and arrowes had ſhe,</l>
               <l>Her clothes cutted were vnto the knee,</l>
               <l>But ſhe was yet the faireſt creature</l>
               <l>That ever was iformed by nature,</l>
               <l>And Eneas and Achates ſhe gret,</l>
               <l>And thus ſhe to hem ſpake, when ſhe hem met.</l>
               <l>Saw ye (qd. ſhe) as ye han walked wide,</l>
               <l>Any of my ſuſtren walke you beſide,</l>
               <l>With any wild Bore or other beaſt,</l>
               <l>That they have hunted into this forreſt,</l>
               <l>I tucked vp with arrowes in her caas?</l>
               <l>Nay ſothly Lady (qd. this Eneas)</l>
               <l>But by thy beautie, as it thinketh me,</l>
               <l>Thou mighteſt never yearthly woman be,</l>
               <l>But Phebus ſuſter art thou, as I geſſe,</l>
               <l>And if ſo be that thou be a goddeſſe,</l>
               <l>Have mercy on our labour and our wo.</l>
               <l>I nam no goddeſſe ſoothly (qd. ſhe) tho,</l>
               <l>For maidens walken in this country here,</l>
               <l>With arrows &amp; with bow, in this manere:</l>
               <l>This is the realme of Libie there ye been,</l>
               <l>Sf which that Dido lady is and queen,</l>
               <l>And ſhortly told all the occaſion</l>
               <l>Why Dido came into that region,</l>
               <l>Of which as now me lifteth nat to rime,</l>
               <l>It nedeth nat, it nere but loſſe of time,</l>
               <l>For this is all and ſome, it was Venus</l>
               <l>His owne mother, that ſpake with him thus,</l>
               <l>And to Cartage ſhe bade he ſhould him dight,</l>
               <l>And vaniſhed anon out of his ſight.</l>
               <l>I could follow word for word Vergile,</l>
               <l>But it would laſten all to long while.</l>
               <l>This noble queen, that cleped was Dido,</l>
               <l>That whylom was the wife of Sicheo,</l>
               <l>That fairer was than the bright ſunne,</l>
               <l>This noble toun of Carthage hath begunne,</l>
               <l>In which ſhe reigneth in ſo great honour,</l>
               <l>That ſhe was hold of all Quenes flour,</l>
               <l>Of gentilleſſe, of freedome, and of beaute,</l>
               <l>That well was him that might her ones ſe,</l>
               <l>Of Kings and Lordes ſo deſired,</l>
               <l>That all the world her beautie had ifired,</l>
               <l>She ſtood ſo well in every wights grace.</l>
               <l>When Eneas was come vnto the place,</l>
               <l>Vnto the maiſter temple of all the toun,</l>
               <l>There Dido was in her deuotioun,</l>
               <l>Full priuely his way then hath he nome:</l>
               <l>When he was in the large temple come,</l>
               <l>I cannot ſaine, if that it be poſſible,</l>
               <l>But Venus had him maked inviſible,</l>
               <l>Thus ſayth the booke, withouten any lees.</l>
               <l>And when this Eneas and Achates</l>
               <l>Hadden in this temple ben over all,</l>
               <l>Then found they depainted on a wall,</l>
               <l>How Troy and all the land deſtroyed was,</l>
               <l>Alas that I was borne (qd. Eneas)</l>
               <l>Through the world our ſhame is kid ſo wide,</l>
               <l>Now it is painted vpon every ſide:</l>
               <l>We that weren in proſperite,</l>
               <l>Ben now diſclaundred, and in ſuch degre,</l>
               <l>No lenger for to liven I ne kepe,</l>
               <l>And with that word he braſt out for to wepe</l>
               <l>So tenderly that routh it was to ſeene.</l>
               <l>This freſh Lady, of the citie Queen,</l>
               <l>Stood in the temple, in her eſtate roiall,</l>
               <l>So richely, and eke ſo faire withall,</l>
               <l>So yong, ſo luſtie, with her eyen glade,</l>
               <l>That if that God y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> heaven &amp; yearth made,</l>
               <l>Would have a love, for beauty &amp; goodneſſe,</l>
               <l>And womanhede, trouth, and ſemelineſſe,</l>
               <l>Whom ſhould he loven but this lady ſwete?</l>
               <l>There nis no woman to him halfe ſo mete:</l>
               <l>Fortune, that hath y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> world in governaunce,</l>
               <l>Hath ſodainly brought in ſo new a chaunce,</l>
               <l>That never was there yet ſo frened a caas,</l>
               <l>For all the company of Eneas,</l>
               <l>Which that we wend have lorne in the ſee,</l>
               <l>Arrived is nought ferre fro that citee,</l>
               <l>For which the greateſt of his lords, ſome</l>
               <l>By aventure ben to the citie come</l>
               <l>Vnto that ſame temple for to ſeke</l>
               <l>The Queene, and of her ſocour her beſeke,</l>
               <l>Such renome was ther ſprong of her goodnes.</l>
               <l>And when they had tolde all her diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>And all her tempeſt and all her hard caas,</l>
               <l>Vnto the Queene appeared Eneas,</l>
               <l>And openly beknew that it was he,</l>
               <l>Who had joy then, but his meine,</l>
               <l>That hadden found her lord, her governour.</l>
               <l>The Quene ſaw they did him ſuch honour,</l>
               <l>And had heard of Eneas, ere tho,</l>
               <l>And in her hart had routh and wo,</l>
               <l>That ever ſuch a noble man as he</l>
               <l>Shall ben diſherited in ſuch degre,</l>
               <l>And ſaw the man, that he was like a knight,</l>
               <l>And ſuffiſaunt of perſon and of might,</l>
               <l>And like to ben a very gentilman,</l>
               <l>And well his words he beſet can,</l>
               <l>And had a noble viſage for the nones,</l>
               <l>And formed well of brawne and of bones,</l>
               <l>And after Venus had ſuch faireneſſe,</l>
               <l>That no man might be halfe ſo faire I geſſe,</l>
               <l>And well a lord him ſemed for to be,</l>
               <l>And for he was a ſtraunger, ſomewhat ſhe</l>
               <l>Liked him the bet, as God doe bote,</l>
               <l>To ſome folke often new thing is ſote,</l>
               <l>Anon her hart hath pitee of his wo,</l>
               <l>And with pitie, Love came alſo,</l>
               <l>And thus for pitie and for gentilneſſe,</l>
               <l>Refreſhed muſt he ben of his diſtreſſe.</l>
               <l>She ſaid, certes, that ſhe ſorry was,</l>
               <l>That he hath had ſuch perill and ſuch caas,</l>
               <l>
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And in her friendly ſpeech, in this manere</l>
               <l>She to him ſpake, and ſayd as ye may here.</l>
               <l>Be ye nat Venus ſonne and Anchiſes,</l>
               <l>In good faith, all the worſhip and encrees</l>
               <l>That I may goodly done you, ye ſhall have,</l>
               <l>Your ſhips and your meine ſhall I ſave,</l>
               <l>And many a gentle word ſhe ſpake him to,</l>
               <l>And commaunded her meſſengers to go</l>
               <l>The ſame day withouten any faile</l>
               <l>His ſhips for to ſeeke and hem vitaile,</l>
               <l>Full many a beaſt ſhe to the ſhips ſent,</l>
               <l>And with the wine ſhe gan hem to preſent,</l>
               <l>And to her roiall paleis ſhe her ſped,</l>
               <l>And Eneas ſhe alway with her led.</l>
               <l>What nedeth you the feaſtes to diſcrive,</l>
               <l>He never better at eaſe was in live,</l>
               <l>Full was the feaſt of deinties and richeſſe,</l>
               <l>Of inſtruments, of ſong, and of gladneſſe,</l>
               <l>And many an amorous looking and deviſe.</l>
               <l>This Eneas is come to Paradiſe</l>
               <l>Out of the ſwolowe of hell and thus in joy</l>
               <l>Remembreth him of his eſtate in Troy,</l>
               <l>To dauncing chambers full of paraments,</l>
               <l>Of rich beds, and of pavements,</l>
               <l>This Eneas in ledde after the meat,</l>
               <l>And with the queene when that he had ſeat,</l>
               <l>And ſpices parted, and the wine agon,</l>
               <l>Vnto his chamber was he lad anon</l>
               <l>To take his eaſe, and for to have his reſt</l>
               <l>With all his folke, to done what ſo him leſt,</l>
               <l>There nas courſer well ibridled none,</l>
               <l>Ne ſtede for the Iuſting well to gone,</l>
               <l>Ne large palfrey, eaſie for the nones,</l>
               <l>Ne iewell fret full of rich ſtones</l>
               <l>Ne ſackes full of gold, of large wight,</l>
               <l>Ne Rubie none that ſhineth by night,</l>
               <l>Ne gentill hauten faukon hereonere,</l>
               <l>Ne hound for Hart, wild Bore, or Dere,</l>
               <l>Ne cup of gold, with floreins new ibette,</l>
               <l>That in the lond of Libie may ben gette,</l>
               <l>That Dido ne hath Eneas it iſent,</l>
               <l>And all is payed, what that he hath ſpent.</l>
               <l>Thus can this honorable quene her geſts call,</l>
               <l>As ſhe that can in freedome paſſen all.</l>
               <l>Eneas ſoothly eke, without lees,</l>
               <l>Hath ſent to his ſhippe by Achates</l>
               <l>After his ſonne, and after rich things,</l>
               <l>Both ſcepter, clothes, broches, &amp; eke rings,</l>
               <l>Some for to weare, and ſome to preſent</l>
               <l>To her, that all theſe noble things him ſent,</l>
               <l>And bad his ſonne how that he ſhould make</l>
               <l>The preſenting, and to the quene it take.</l>
               <l>Repaired is this Achates againe,</l>
               <l>And Eneas full blisfull is and faine,</l>
               <l>To ſeene his yong ſonne Aſcanius,</l>
               <l>For to him it was reported thus,</l>
               <l>That Cupido, that is the god of Love,</l>
               <l>At prayer of his mother high above,</l>
               <l>Had the likeneſſe of the child itake,</l>
               <l>This noble queene enamoured for to make</l>
               <l>On Eneas: but of that ſcripture</l>
               <l>Be as be may, I make of it no cure,</l>
               <l>But ſoth is this, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> queen hath made ſuch chere</l>
               <l>Vnto this child, that wonder was to here,</l>
               <l>And of the preſent that his father ſent,</l>
               <l>She thanked him oft in good entent.</l>
               <l>Thus is this queen in pleaſaunce and joy,</l>
               <l>With all theſe new luſtie folke of Troy,</l>
               <l>And of the deeds hath ſhe more enquired</l>
               <l>Of Eneas, and all the ſtory lered</l>
               <l>Of Troy, and all the long day they tway</l>
               <l>Entendeden for to ſpeake and for to play,</l>
               <l>Of which there gan to breden ſuch a fire,</l>
               <l>That ſilly Dido hath now ſuch deſire</l>
               <l>With Eneas her new gueſt to deale,</l>
               <l>That ſhe loſt her hew and eke her heale.</l>
               <l>Now to theffect, now to the fruit of all,</l>
               <l>Why I have told this ſtory, and tellen ſhall.</l>
               <l>Thus I begin, it fell vpon a night,</l>
               <l>When that the Mone vpreiſed had her light,</l>
               <l>This noble Queene vnto her reſt went,</l>
               <l>She ſighed ſore, and gon her felfe tourment,</l>
               <l>She walketh, waloweth, &amp; made many brayd,</l>
               <l>As done theſe lovers, as I have heard ſayd,</l>
               <l>And at the laſt, vnto her ſuſter Anne</l>
               <l>She made her mone, &amp; riȝt thus ſpake ſhe than.</l>
               <l>Now dere ſuſter mine, what may it be</l>
               <l>That me agaſteth in my dreme (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>This ilke new Troian is ſo in my thought,</l>
               <l>For that me thinketh he is ſo weil iwrought.</l>
               <l>And eke ſo likely to ben a man,</l>
               <l>And therwith ſo mikell good he can,</l>
               <l>That all my love and life lieth in his cure,</l>
               <l>Have ye nat heard him tell his aventure?</l>
               <l>Now certes Anne, if that ye rede me,</l>
               <l>I woll faine to him iwedded be,</l>
               <l>This is the effect, what ſhould I more ſeine,</l>
               <l>In him lieth all, to do me live or deine.</l>
               <l>Her ſuſter Anne, as ſhe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> coud her good,</l>
               <l>Said as her thought, &amp; ſomdele it withſtood,</l>
               <l>But hereof was ſo long a ſermoning:</l>
               <l>It were to long to make rehearſing:</l>
               <l>But finally, it may not be withſtonde,</l>
               <l>* Love woll love, for no wight woll it wonde,</l>
               <l>The dawning vp riſt out of the ſee,</l>
               <l>This amorous Quene chargeth her meine,</l>
               <l>The nettes dreſſe, and ſperes brode and kene,</l>
               <l>An hunting woll this luſtie freſh Quene,</l>
               <l>So pricketh her this new jolly wo,</l>
               <l>To horſe is all her luſtie folke igo,</l>
               <l>Vnto the court the houndes ben ibrought,</l>
               <l>And vp on courſer ſwift as any thought,</l>
               <l>Her yong knights heven all about,</l>
               <l>And of her women eke an huge rout,</l>
               <l>Vpon a thicke palfray, paper white,</l>
               <l>With ſaddle redde, enbrouded with delite,</l>
               <l>Of gold the barres, vp enboſſed high,</l>
               <l>Sate Dido, all in gold and perrey wrigh,</l>
               <l>And ſhe is faire as is the bright morrow,</l>
               <l>That healeth ſicke folkes of nights ſorrow:</l>
               <l>Vpon a courſer, ſtartling as the fire,</l>
               <l>Men might tourne him with a little wire.</l>
               <l>But Eneas, like Phebus to deviſe,</l>
               <l>So was he freſh arrayed in his wiſe,</l>
               <l>The fomie bridle, with the bitte of gold,</l>
               <l>Governeth he right as himſelfe hath would,</l>
               <l>And forth this noble Queene, this lady ride</l>
               <l>On hunting, with this Troian by her ſide,</l>
               <l>The herd of Hartes founden is anon,</l>
               <l>With hey gobet, pricke thou, let gon, let gon,</l>
               <l>Why nill the Lion comen or the Beare,</l>
               <l>That Imiȝt him ones meten with this ſpear,</l>
               <l>
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Thus ſaine this yong folke, and vp they kill</l>
               <l>The wild Hartes, and have hem at her will.</l>
               <l>Emong all this, to romblen gan y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heven,</l>
               <l>The thunder rored with a griſly ſteven,</l>
               <l>Doune come y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> rain, with haile &amp; ſleet ſo faſt,</l>
               <l>With heavens fire, that made ſo ſore agaſt</l>
               <l>This noble Queene, and alſo her meine,</l>
               <l>That ech of hem was glad away to flie,</l>
               <l>And ſhortly, fro y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> tempeſt her to ſave,</l>
               <l>She fled her ſelfe into a little cave,</l>
               <l>And with her went this Eneas alſo,</l>
               <l>I not with hem if there went any mo,</l>
               <l>The authour maketh of it no mention:</l>
               <l>And here began the deepe affection</l>
               <l>Betwixt hem two, this was y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> firſt morrow</l>
               <l>Of her gladneſſe, and ginning of her ſorrow,</l>
               <l>For there hath Eneas ikneled ſo,</l>
               <l>And told her all his hurt and all his wo,</l>
               <l>And ſworne ſo deepe to her to be true,</l>
               <l>For wele or wo, and chaunge for no new,</l>
               <l>And as a falſe lover, ſo well can plaine,</l>
               <l>That ſilly Dido rewed on his paine,</l>
               <l>And toke him for husbond, &amp; became his wife</l>
               <l>For evermore, while that hem laſt life,</l>
               <l>And after this, when that the tempeſt ſtent,</l>
               <l>With mirth out as they came, home they went.</l>
               <l>The wicked fame vp roſe, &amp; y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> anon,</l>
               <l>How Eneas hath with the Queene igon</l>
               <l>Into the cave, and demed as hem liſt:</l>
               <l>And when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> king (that Yarbas hight) it wiſt,</l>
               <l>As he that had her loved ever his life,</l>
               <l>And woed her to have her to his wife,</l>
               <l>Such ſorrow as he hath maked, &amp; ſuch chere,</l>
               <l>It is a routh and pitie for to here,</l>
               <l>* But as in love, alday it happeth ſo,</l>
               <l>That one ſhall laughen at anothers wo.</l>
               <l>Now laugheth Eneas, and is in joy,</l>
               <l>And more richeſſe than ever was in Troy.</l>
               <l>O ſilly woman, full of innocence,</l>
               <l>Full of pitie, of truth, and continence,</l>
               <l>What maked you to men to truſten ſo?</l>
               <l>Have ye ſuch routh vpon her fained wo,</l>
               <l>And have ſuch old enſamples you beforne?</l>
               <l>See ye nat all how they ben forſworne,</l>
               <l>Where ſee ye one, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he ne hath laft his lefe,</l>
               <l>Or ben vnkind, or done her ſome miſchefe,</l>
               <l>Or pilled her or boſted of his dede,</l>
               <l>Ye may as well it ſeene, as ye may rede.</l>
               <l>Take hede now of this great gentilman,</l>
               <l>This Troian, that ſo well her pleaſe can,</l>
               <l>That faineth him ſo true and obeiſing,</l>
               <l>So gentill, and ſo privie of his doing,</l>
               <l>And can ſo well done all his obeyſaunce</l>
               <l>To her, at feaſts and at daunce,</l>
               <l>And when ſhe goeth to temple, &amp; home again,</l>
               <l>And faſten till he hath his lady ſein,</l>
               <l>And bearen in his deviſes for her ſake,</l>
               <l>Not I nat what, &amp; ſongs would he make,</l>
               <l>Iuſten, and done of armes many things,</l>
               <l>Send her letters, tokens, brooches, &amp; rings.</l>
               <l>Now herkneth how he ſhal his lady ſerve:</l>
               <l>There as he was in perill for to ſterve</l>
               <l>For hunger and for miſchefe in the ſee,</l>
               <l>And deſolate, and fled fro his countree,</l>
               <l>And all his folke with tempeſt all to driven,</l>
               <l>She hath her body and eke her realme yeven</l>
               <l>Into his hond, there ſhe might have been</l>
               <l>Of other land than of Cartage a Queen,</l>
               <l>And lived in joy inough, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> would ye more.</l>
               <l>This Eneas, that hath thus deepe iſwore,</l>
               <l>Is wearie of his craft within a throw,</l>
               <l>The hote earneſt is all overblow,</l>
               <l>And prively he doeth his ſhips dight,</l>
               <l>And ſhapeth him to ſteale away by night.</l>
               <l>This Dido hath ſuſpection of this,</l>
               <l>And thought well that it was al amis,</l>
               <l>For in his bed he lieth a night and ſiketh,</l>
               <l>She asketh him anon, what him miſliketh,</l>
               <l>My dere hart, which that I love moſt.</l>
               <l>Certes (qd. he) this night my fathers ghoſt</l>
               <l>Hath in my ſlepe me ſo ſore tourmented,</l>
               <l>And eke Mercury his meſſage hath preſented,</l>
               <l>That needes to the conqueſt of Itaile</l>
               <l>My deſtinie is ſoone for to ſaile,</l>
               <l>For which me thinketh, broſten is mine hart:</l>
               <l>Therwith his falſe teares out they ſtart,</l>
               <l>And taketh her within his armes two.</l>
               <l>Is that in earneſt (qd. ſhe) woll ye ſo,</l>
               <l>Have ye nat ſworne, to wife me to take,</l>
               <l>Alas, what woman woll ye of me make?</l>
               <l>I am a Gentlewoman, and a Queen,</l>
               <l>Ye woll not fro your wife thus foule fleen,</l>
               <l>That I was borne alas, what ſhall I do?</l>
               <l>To tellen in ſhort, this noble Queen Dido</l>
               <l>She ſeeketh hallowes, and doth Sacrifiſe,</l>
               <l>She kneeleth, crieth, that routh is to deviſe,</l>
               <l>Coniureth him, and profereth him to be</l>
               <l>His thrall, his ſervaunt, in the beſt degre,</l>
               <l>She falleth him to foot, and ſowneth there,</l>
               <l>Diſcheuile with her bright gilt heere,</l>
               <l>And ſayth, have mercy, let me with you ride,</l>
               <l>Theſe lordes, which that wonnen me beſide,</l>
               <l>Woll me deſtroyen only for your ſake:</l>
               <l>And ye woll me now to wife take,</l>
               <l>As ye have ſworne, then woll I yeve you leve</l>
               <l>To ſlaen me with your ſwerd now ſone at eve,</l>
               <l>For then yet ſhall I dien as your wife,</l>
               <l>I am with child, and yeve my child his life,</l>
               <l>Mercy lord, have pitie in your thought.</l>
               <l>But all this thing a vaileth her right nought,</l>
               <l>And as a traitour forthe gan to ſaile</l>
               <l>Toward the large countrey of Itaile,</l>
               <l>And thus hath he laft Dido in wo and pine,</l>
               <l>And wedded there a ladie hight Lavine,</l>
               <l>A cloth he laft, and eke his ſword ſtanding,</l>
               <l>When he fro Dido ſtale in her ſleeping,</l>
               <l>Right at her beds head, ſo gan he hie,</l>
               <l>When that he ſtale away to his nauie.</l>
               <l>Which cloth, when ſillie Dido gan awake,</l>
               <l>She hath it kiſt full oft for his ſake,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, O ſweet cloth, while Iupiter it leſt,</l>
               <l>Take my ſoule, vnbind me of this vnreſt,</l>
               <l>I have fulfilled of fortune all the courſe,</l>
               <l>And thus alas, withouten his ſocourſe,</l>
               <l>Twentie time iſwouned hath ſhe than,</l>
               <l>And when that ſhe vnto her ſuſter Anne</l>
               <l>Complained had, of which I may not write,</l>
               <l>So great routh I have it for to endite,</l>
               <l>And bad her norice and her ſuſtren gone</l>
               <l>To fetchen fire, and other things anone,</l>
               <l>And ſayd that ſhe would ſacrifie,</l>
               <l>And when ſhe might her time well aſpie,</l>
               <l>
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Vpon the fire of Sacrifice ſhe ſtart,</l>
               <l>And with his ſword ſhe rofe her to the hart:</l>
               <l>But as mine authour ſaith, yet this ſhe ſeide,</l>
               <l>Or ſhe was hurt, beforne or ſhe deide,</l>
               <l>She wrote a letter anon, and thus began.</l>
               <l>Right ſo (qd. ſhe) as the white Swan</l>
               <l>Ayenſt his death beginneth for to ſing,</l>
               <l>Right ſo to you I make my complaining,</l>
               <l>Not that I trow to getten you againe,</l>
               <l>For well I wote it is all in vaine,</l>
               <l>Sens that the gods ben contrarious to me,</l>
               <l>But ſin my name is loſt through you (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>I may well leſe a word on you or letter,</l>
               <l>Albeit I ſhall be never the better,</l>
               <l>For thilke wind that blew your ſhip away,</l>
               <l>The ſame wind hath blow away your fay,</l>
               <l>But who ſo woll all this letter have in mind,</l>
               <l>Rede Ovide, and in him he ſhall it find.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="legend">
               <head>¶The Legend of Hipſiphile and Medea.</head>
               <l>THou root of falſe lovers, Duke Iaſon,</l>
               <l>Thou ſleer, devourer, and confuſion</l>
               <l>Of gentlewomen, gentle creatures,</l>
               <l>Thou madeſt thy reclaiming and thy
lures</l>
               <l>To Ladies of thy ſcathliche apparaunce,</l>
               <l>And of thy words farſed with pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>And of thy fained trouth, and thy manere,</l>
               <l>With thine obeiſaunce and humble chere,</l>
               <l>And with thine counterfeited paine and wo,</l>
               <l>There other fallen one, thou falſed two,</l>
               <l>O oft ſwore thou that thou wouldeſt die</l>
               <l>For love, when thou ne felteſt maladie,</l>
               <l>Save foule delite, which thou calleſt love,</l>
               <l>If that I live, thy name ſhall be ſhove</l>
               <l>In Engliſh, that thy deceit ſhall be know,</l>
               <l>Have at thee Iaſon, now thine honor is blow,</l>
               <l>But certes, it is both routh and wo,</l>
               <l>That Love with falſe lovers werketh ſo,</l>
               <l>For they ſhall have well better love &amp; chere,</l>
               <l>Than he that hath bought love full dere,</l>
               <l>Or had in armes many a bloodie boxe,</l>
               <l>* For ever as tender a Capon eateth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Foxe,</l>
               <l>Though he be fals, &amp; hath the foule betraied,</l>
               <l>As ſhall the good man that therefore paied,</l>
               <l>Although he have to the Capon skill &amp; right,</l>
               <l>The falſe Foxe woll have his part at night.</l>
               <l>On Iaſon this enſample is well iſeene,</l>
               <l>By Hipſiphile and Medea the Queene.</l>
               <l>In Theſſalie, as Ovide telleth vs,</l>
               <l>There was a knight, that hight Peleus,</l>
               <l>That had a brother, which that hight Eſon,</l>
               <l>And when for age he might vnnethes gon,</l>
               <l>He yave to Peleus the governing</l>
               <l>Of al his reign, and made him lord and king,</l>
               <l>Of which Eſon, this Iaſon getten was,</l>
               <l>That in his time in all that land there nas</l>
               <l>Nat ſuch a famous knight of gentilleſſe,</l>
               <l>Of freedome, of ſtrength, and of luſtineſſe,</l>
               <l>After his fathers death he bare him ſo,</l>
               <l>That there nas none that liſt ben his fo,</l>
               <l>But did him all honour and companie,</l>
               <l>Of which this Peleus hath great envie,</l>
               <l>Imagining, that Iaſon might be</l>
               <l>Enhaunſed ſo, and put in ſuch degre,</l>
               <l>With love of lordes of his regioun,</l>
               <l>That from his reigne he may be put adoun.</l>
               <l>And in his wit a night compaſſed he</l>
               <l>How Iaſon might beſt deſtroyed be,</l>
               <l>Withouten ſlaunder of his compaſment:</l>
               <l>And at the laſt he tooke aviſement,</l>
               <l>That to ſend him into ſome ferre countre,</l>
               <l>There as this Iaſon may deſtroyed be,</l>
               <l>This was his wit, all made he to Iaſon</l>
               <l>Great chere of looke, and of affection,</l>
               <l>For drede leaſt his lords it eſpide,</l>
               <l>So fell it, as fame ronneth wide,</l>
               <l>There was ſuch tiding over all, and ſuch loos,</l>
               <l>That in an Iſle, that called was Colcos,</l>
               <l>Beyond Troy Eaſtward in the ſee,</l>
               <l>That there was a Ram, that men might ſee,</l>
               <l>That had a flees of gold, that ſhone ſo bright,</l>
               <l>That no where was there ſuch another ſight,</l>
               <l>But it was kept alway with a Dragoun,</l>
               <l>And many other marvailes vp and doun,</l>
               <l>And with two Buls, maked all of Bras,</l>
               <l>That ſpitten fire, and much thing there was,</l>
               <l>But this was eke the tale nathelees,</l>
               <l>That who ſo would winnen thilke Flees,</l>
               <l>He muſt both, or he it winnen might,</l>
               <l>With the Buls and the Dragon fight.</l>
               <l>And king Otes lord was of that Ile,</l>
               <l>This Peleus bethought vpon this while,</l>
               <l>That he his nephew Iaſon would exhort,</l>
               <l>To ſailen to that lond, him to diſport,</l>
               <l>And ſayd, nephew, if it might bee,</l>
               <l>That ſuch worſhip might fall thee,</l>
               <l>That thou this famous treaſure might win,</l>
               <l>And bring it my region within,</l>
               <l>It were to me great pleaſaunce and honour,</l>
               <l>Then were I hold to quite thy labour,</l>
               <l>And all thy coſtes I woll my ſelfe make,</l>
               <l>And choſe w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> folke thou wolt with thee take,</l>
               <l>Let ſee now, darſte thou taken this voyage.</l>
               <l>Iaſon was yong, and luſtie of corage,</l>
               <l>And vndertooke to done this like empriſe,</l>
               <l>Anon Argus his ſhips gan deviſe.</l>
               <l>With Iaſon went the ſtrong Hercules,</l>
               <l>And many another, that he with him ches,</l>
               <l>But who ſo asketh, who is with him gon,</l>
               <l>Let him rede Argonauticon,</l>
               <l>For he woll tell a tale long ynough.</l>
               <l>Philoctetes anon the ſaile vp drough,</l>
               <l>When the wind was good, and gan him hie</l>
               <l>Out of his countrey, called Theſſalie,</l>
               <l>So long they ſayled in the ſalt ſee,</l>
               <l>Till in the Iſle of Lemnon arrived hee,</l>
               <l>All be this nat rehearſed of Guido,</l>
               <l>Yet ſaieth Ovide in his Epiſtles ſo,</l>
               <l>And of this Iſle lady was and Quene,</l>
               <l>The faire yong Hipſiphile the ſhene,</l>
               <l>That whylom Thoas doughter was y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> king.</l>
               <l>Hipſiphile was gone in her playing,</l>
               <l>And roming on the clevis by the ſee,</l>
               <l>Vnder a banke anone eſped ſhe</l>
               <l>Where lay the ſhip, that Iaſon gan arrive:</l>
               <l>Of her goodneſſe adoune ſhe ſendeth blive,</l>
               <l>To weten, if that any ſtraunge wight</l>
               <l>With tempeſt thider were iblow anight,</l>
               <l>To done him ſuccour, as was her vſaunce,</l>
               <l>To further en every wight, &amp; done pleaſaunc<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="346" facs="tcp:51487:192"/>
Of very bountie, and of courteſie.</l>
               <l>This meſſenger adoune him gan to hie,</l>
               <l>And found Iaſon and Hercules alſo,</l>
               <l>That in a cogge to lond were igo,</l>
               <l>Hem to refreſhen, and to take the aire.</l>
               <l>The morning attempre was and faire,</l>
               <l>And in her way this meſſenger hem mette,</l>
               <l>Full cunningly theſe lordes two he grette,</l>
               <l>And did his meſſage, asking hem anon</l>
               <l>If y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> they were broken, or ought wo begon,</l>
               <l>Or had need of lodeſmen or vitaile,</l>
               <l>For ſuccour they ſhould nothing faile,</l>
               <l>For it was vtterly the Queenes will.</l>
               <l>Iaſon anſwerde meekely and ſtill:</l>
               <l>My lady (qd. he) thanke I hartely</l>
               <l>Of her goodneſſe, vs needeth truly</l>
               <l>Nothing as now, but that we weary be,</l>
               <l>And come for to play out of the ſee,</l>
               <l>Till that the wind be better in our way.</l>
               <l>This lady rometh by the cliffe to play</l>
               <l>With her meine, endlong the ſtrond,</l>
               <l>And findeth this Iaſon and this other ſtond</l>
               <l>In ſpeaking of this thing, as I you told.</l>
               <l>This Hercules and Iaſon gan behold</l>
               <l>How that the queen it was, &amp; faire her grete,</l>
               <l>Anone right as they with this lady mete,</l>
               <l>And ſhe tooke heed, and knew by her manere,</l>
               <l>By her array, by wordes, and by chere,</l>
               <l>That it were gentill men of great degree,</l>
               <l>And to the caſtle with her leadeth ſhe</l>
               <l>Theſe ſtrange folk, &amp; doth hem great honour,</l>
               <l>And asketh hem of travaile and of labour</l>
               <l>That they have ſuffred in the ſalt ſee,</l>
               <l>So that within a day two or three</l>
               <l>She knew by the folke that in his ſhips be,</l>
               <l>That it was Iaſon full of renomee,</l>
               <l>And Hercules, that had the great loos,</l>
               <l>That ſoughten the aventures of Colcos,</l>
               <l>And did hem honour more than before,</l>
               <l>And with hem dealed ever longer the more,</l>
               <l>For they ben worthy folke withouten lees,</l>
               <l>And namely moſt ſhe ſpake with Hercules,</l>
               <l>To him her hart bare, he ſhould be</l>
               <l>Sadde, wiſe, and true, of words aviſee,</l>
               <l>Withouten any other affection</l>
               <l>Of love, or any other imagination.</l>
               <l>This Hercules hath this Iaſon praiſed,</l>
               <l>That to the Sunne he hath it vp raiſed,</l>
               <l>That halfe ſo true a man there nas of love</l>
               <l>Vnder the cope of heaven, that is above,</l>
               <l>And he was wiſe, hardie, ſecret, and riche,</l>
               <l>Of theſe iii. points, there nas none him liche,</l>
               <l>Of freedome paſſed he, and luſtie head,</l>
               <l>All tho that liven, or ben dead,</l>
               <l>Thereto ſo great a gentill man was he,</l>
               <l>And of Theſſalie likely king to be,</l>
               <l>There nas no lacke, but that he was agaſt</l>
               <l>To love, and for to ſpeake ſhamefaſt,</l>
               <l>Him had lever himſelfe to murder and die,</l>
               <l>Than that men ſhould a lover him eſpie,</l>
               <l>As would God that I had iyeve</l>
               <l>My blood and fleſh, ſo that I might live</l>
               <l>With the bones, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he had aught where a wife</l>
               <l>For his eſtate, for ſuch a luſtie life</l>
               <l>She ſhoulden lede with this luſtie knight.</l>
               <l>And all this was compaſſed on the night</l>
               <l>Betwixt him Iaſon, and this Hercules,</l>
               <l>Of theſe two here was a ſhreud lees,</l>
               <l>To come to houſe vpon an innocent,</l>
               <l>For to bedote this Queene was her entent:</l>
               <l>And Iaſon is as coy as is a maid,</l>
               <l>He looketh pitouſly, but naught he ſayd</l>
               <l>But freely yave he to her counſailers</l>
               <l>Yefts great, and to her officers,</l>
               <l>As would God that I leaſer had and time,</l>
               <l>By proceſſe, all his wrong for to rime:</l>
               <l>But in this houſe, if any falſe lover be,</l>
               <l>Right as himſelfe now doth, right ſo did he,</l>
               <l>With faining, and with every ſubtill dede,</l>
               <l>Ye get no more of me, but ye woll rede</l>
               <l>Thoriginall, that telleth all the caas,</l>
               <l>The ſooth is this, that Iaſon wedded was</l>
               <l>Vnto this queene, &amp; tooke of her ſubſtaunce</l>
               <l>What ſo him liſt, vnto his purveyaunce,</l>
               <l>And vpon her begate children two,</l>
               <l>And drough his faile, and ſaw her never mo:</l>
               <l>A letter ſent ſhe him certaine,</l>
               <l>Which were too long to writen and to ſaine,</l>
               <l>And him reproveth of his great vntrouth,</l>
               <l>And praieth him on her to have ſome routh,</l>
               <l>And on his children two, ſhe ſayd him this,</l>
               <l>That they be like of all thing iwis</l>
               <l>To Iaſon, ſave they couth nat beguile,</l>
               <l>And prayd God, or it were long while,</l>
               <l>That ſhe that had his hart ireft her fro,</l>
               <l>Muſt <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nden him vntrue alſo:</l>
               <l>And that ſhe muſt both her children ſpill,</l>
               <l>And all tho that ſuffreth him his will:</l>
               <l>And true to Iaſon was ſhe all her life,</l>
               <l>And ever kept her chaſt, as for his wife,</l>
               <l>Ne never had ſhe joy at her hart,</l>
               <l>But died for his love of ſorrowes ſmart.</l>
               <l>To Colcos come is this duke Iaſon,</l>
               <l>That is of love devourer and dragon,</l>
               <l>As Matire appeteth forme alway,</l>
               <l>And from forme to forme it paſſen may,</l>
               <l>Or as a well that were bottomles,</l>
               <l>Right ſo can Iaſon have no pees,</l>
               <l>For to deſiren through his appetite,</l>
               <l>To done with gentlewomen his delite,</l>
               <l>This is his luſt, and his felicite,</l>
               <l>Iaſon is romed forth to the citie,</l>
               <l>That whylome cleped was Iaſonicos,</l>
               <l>That was the maſter toune of all Colcos,</l>
               <l>And hath itold the cauſe of his comming</l>
               <l>Vnto Otes, of that countrey king,</l>
               <l>Praying him that he muſt done his aſſay</l>
               <l>To get the Fleece of gold, if that he may,</l>
               <l>Of which the king aſſenteth to his boone,</l>
               <l>And doth him honour, as it is doone,</l>
               <l>So ferforth, that his doughter and his heire,</l>
               <l>Medea, which that was ſo wiſe and faire,</l>
               <l>That fairer ſaw there never man with eie,</l>
               <l>He made her done to Iaſon companie</l>
               <l>At meat, and ſitte by him in the hall.</l>
               <l>Now was Iaſon a ſeemely man withall,</l>
               <l>And like a Lord, and had a great renoun,</l>
               <l>And of his looke as royall as a Lioun,</l>
               <l>And godly of his ſpeech, and famil lere,</l>
               <l>And coud of love all the craft and art plenere</l>
               <l>Withouten booke, with everiche obſervaunce,</l>
               <l>And as fortune her ought a foule miſchaunce,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="347" facs="tcp:51487:192"/>
She woxe enamoured vpon this man.</l>
               <l>Iaſon (qd. ſhe) for ought I ſee or can,</l>
               <l>As of this thing, the which ye ben about,</l>
               <l>Ye and your ſelfe ye put in much dout,</l>
               <l>For who ſo woll this aventure atcheve,</l>
               <l>He may nat wele aſterten as I leve,</l>
               <l>Withouten death, but I his helpe be,</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe, it is my will (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>To forthren you, ſo that ye ſhall nat die,</l>
               <l>But turnen ſound home to your Theſſalie.</l>
               <l>My right lady (qd. this Iaſon) tho,</l>
               <l>That ye have of my death or my wo</l>
               <l>Any regard, and done me this honour,</l>
               <l>I wot well, that my might, ne my labour,</l>
               <l>May nat deſerve it my lives day,</l>
               <l>God thanke you, there I ne can ne may,</l>
               <l>Your man am I, and lowely you beſeech</l>
               <l>To ben my helpe, withouten more ſpeech,</l>
               <l>But certes for my death ſhall I not ſpare.</l>
               <l>Tho gan this Medea to him declare</l>
               <l>The perill of this caſe, fro point to point</l>
               <l>Of his batayle, and in what deſioint</l>
               <l>He mote ſtonde, of which no creature</l>
               <l>Save only ſhe, ne might his life aſſure:</l>
               <l>And ſhortly, right to the point for to go,</l>
               <l>They ben accorded fully betwixt hem two,</l>
               <l>That Iaſon ſhall her wedde, as true knight,</l>
               <l>And terme yſet to come ſoone at night</l>
               <l>Vnto her chambre, and make there his othe</l>
               <l>Vpon the goddes, that he for lefe or lothe</l>
               <l>Ne ſhulde her never falſen night ne day,</l>
               <l>To ben her husband whyle he live may,</l>
               <l>As ſhe that from his deth him ſaved here,</l>
               <l>And her vpon at night they mete yfere,</l>
               <l>And doth his othe, &amp; gothe with her to bedde,</l>
               <l>And on the morow vpward he him ſpedde,</l>
               <l>For ſhe hath taught him how he ſhall nat faile</l>
               <l>The flees to winne, &amp; ſtinten his bataile,</l>
               <l>And ſaved him his life, and his honour,</l>
               <l>And gate him a name, as a conquerour,</l>
               <l>Right through y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſleight of her enchantment,</l>
               <l>Now hath Iaſon the fleſe, &amp; home is went</l>
               <l>With Medea, &amp; treaſours fell great wonne,</l>
               <l>But vnwiſt of her father ſhe is gonne</l>
               <l>To Theſſalie, with duke Iaſon her lefe,</l>
               <l>That afterward hath broght her to miſcheife,</l>
               <l>For as a traytour he is from her go,</l>
               <l>And with her left yong children two,</l>
               <l>And falſely hath betraied her, alas,</l>
               <l>And ever in love a chefe traytour he was,</l>
               <l>And wedded yet the thirde wife anon,</l>
               <l>That was the doughter of king Creon,</l>
               <l>This is the meede of loving and guerdon,</l>
               <l>That Medea received of duke Iaſon</l>
               <l>Right for her trouth, and for her kindneſſe,</l>
               <l>That loved him better than her ſelfe I geſſe,</l>
               <l>And left her father, and her heritage,</l>
               <l>And of Iaſon this is the vaſſalage,</l>
               <l>That in his dayes nas never none yfound</l>
               <l>So ſalſe a lover, going on the ground,</l>
               <l>And therfore in her letter thus ſhe ſaid,</l>
               <l>Firſt when ſhe of his falſeneſſe him vpbraid:</l>
               <l>Why liked the my yellow haire to ſee,</l>
               <l>More than the bounds of mine honeſtie?</l>
               <l>Why liked me my youth and thy faireneſſe,</l>
               <l>And of thy tong the infinite graciouſneſſe?</l>
               <l>O haddeſt thou in thy conqueſt dead ybe,</l>
               <l>Ful mikel vntrouth had there diede with thee,</l>
               <l>Well can Ovide her letter in verſe endite.</l>
               <l>Which were as now too long for to write.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="legend">
               <head>¶The Legende of Lucrece of Rome.</head>
               <l>NOw mote I ſaine thexiling of kings</l>
               <l>Of Rome, for her horrible doings</l>
               <l>Of the laſt king Tarquinius,</l>
               <l>As ſaith Ovid, and Titus Liuivs,</l>
               <l>But for that cauſe tell I nat this ſtorie,</l>
               <l>But for to prayſen, and drawen in memorie</l>
               <l>The very wife, the very Lucreſſe,</l>
               <l>That for her wifehood, and her ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>Nat only that the painems her commend,</l>
               <l>But that cleped is in our Legend</l>
               <l>The great Auſtyn, that hath compaſſioun</l>
               <l>Of this Lucrece that ſtarfe in Rome toun,</l>
               <l>And in what wiſe I woll but ſhortly treat,</l>
               <l>And of this thing I touch but the great.</l>
               <l>When Ardea beſieged was about</l>
               <l>With Romanes, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> full ſterne were &amp; ſtout,</l>
               <l>Full long lay the ſiege, and little wroughten,</l>
               <l>So y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they were halfe idle, as hem thoughten,</l>
               <l>And in his play Tarquinius the yong,</l>
               <l>Gan for to yape, for he was light of tong,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, that it was an idle life,</l>
               <l>No man did there no more than his wife,</l>
               <l>And let vs ſpeke of wives that is beſt,</l>
               <l>Praiſe every man his owne as him leſt,</l>
               <l>And with our ſpeech let vs eaſe our hert.</l>
               <l>A knight (that hight Collatin) vp ſtert,</l>
               <l>And ſayd thus, nay ſir it is no nede</l>
               <l>To trowen on the word, but on the dede:</l>
               <l>I have a wife (qd. he) that as I trow</l>
               <l>Is holden good of all that ever her know,</l>
               <l>Go we to Rome to night, and we ſhull ſee.</l>
               <l>Tarquinius anſwerde, that liketh mee.</l>
               <l>To Rome they be comen, &amp; faſt hem dight</l>
               <l>To Colatins houſe, and downe they light,</l>
               <l>Tarquinius, and eke this Colatine,</l>
               <l>The husbond knew the efters well and fine,</l>
               <l>And full prively into the houſe they gone.</l>
               <l>Nor at the gate porter was there none,</l>
               <l>And at the chamber dore they abide:</l>
               <l>This noble wife ſate by her beds ſide</l>
               <l>Diſcheueled, for no mallice ſhe ne thought,</l>
               <l>And ſoft wooll ſayth Liuie that ſhe wrought,</l>
               <l>To kepe her from ſlouth and idleneſſe,</l>
               <l>And bad her ſervaunts done her buſineſſe,</l>
               <l>And asketh hem, what tidings heren ye?</l>
               <l>How ſayth men of the ſiege, how ſhall it be?</l>
               <l>God would the wals were fallen adoun,</l>
               <l>Mine husbond is too long out of this toun,</l>
               <l>For which drede doth me ſore to ſmert,</l>
               <l>Right as a ſword it ſtingeth to mine hert,</l>
               <l>When I thinke on this or of that place,</l>
               <l>God ſave my lord, I pray him for his grace:</l>
               <l>And therwithall ſo tenderly ſhe gan weepe,</l>
               <l>And of her werke ſhe tooke no more keepe,</l>
               <l>But meekely ſhe let her eyen fall,</l>
               <l>And thilke ſemblant ſate her well withall,</l>
               <l>And eke her teares full of heavineſſe,</l>
               <l>Embeſeſſed her wifely chaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>Her countenaunce is to her hert digne,</l>
               <l>For they acordeden in deed and ſigne,</l>
               <l>
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And with that word her husbond Collatin,</l>
               <l>Or ſhe of him was ware, came ſtertling in,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, drede thee nat, for I am here,</l>
               <l>And ſhe anone vp roſe, with bliſfull chere,</l>
               <l>And kiſſed him, as of wives is the wonne.</l>
               <l>Tarquinius, this proud kings ſonne</l>
               <l>Conceived hath her beautie and her chere,</l>
               <l>Her yellow haire, her bountie, &amp; her manere,</l>
               <l>Her hew, her words, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhe hath complained,</l>
               <l>And by no craft her beautie was nat fained,</l>
               <l>And caught to this lady ſuch deſire,</l>
               <l>That in his hert he brent as any fire,</l>
               <l>So woodly, that his wit was all forgotten,</l>
               <l>For well thought he ſhe ſhould nat be gotten,</l>
               <l>And aye the more he was in diſpaire,</l>
               <l>The more coveiteth, and thought her faire,</l>
               <l>His blind luſt was all his coveiring.</l>
               <l>On morrow, when the bird began to ſing,</l>
               <l>Vnto the ſiege he commeth full prively,</l>
               <l>And by himſelfe he walketh ſoberly,</l>
               <l>The image of her recording alway new,</l>
               <l>Thus lay her hair, &amp; thus freſh was her hew,</l>
               <l>Thus ſate, thus ſpan, this was her chere,</l>
               <l>Thus fair ſhe was, and this was her manere:</l>
               <l>All this conceit his heart hath new itake,</l>
               <l>And as the ſee, with tempeſt all to ſhake,</l>
               <l>That after when the ſtorme is all ago,</l>
               <l>Yet woll the water quappe a day or two,</l>
               <l>Right ſo, though that her forme were abſent,</l>
               <l>The pleaſaunce of her forme was preſent,</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe, nat pleaſaunce, but delite,</l>
               <l>Or an vnrightfull talent with diſpite,</l>
               <l>For maugre her, ſhe ſhall my lemman be:</l>
               <l>* Hap helpeth hardy man alway (qd. he)</l>
               <l>What end that I make, it ſhall be ſo,</l>
               <l>And girt him with his ſword, and gan to go,</l>
               <l>And he forthright, till to Rome he come,</l>
               <l>And all alone his way that he hath nome,</l>
               <l>Vnto the houſe of Colatin full right,</l>
               <l>Doun was y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſunne, &amp; day hath loſt his light,</l>
               <l>And in he come, vnto a privie halke,</l>
               <l>And in the night full theefely gan he ſtalke,</l>
               <l>When every wight was to his reſt brought,</l>
               <l>Ne no wight had of treaſon ſuch a thought,</l>
               <l>Whether by window, or by other gin,</l>
               <l>With ſwerd ydraw, ſhortly he commeth in</l>
               <l>There as ſhe lay, this noble wife Lucreſſe,</l>
               <l>And as ſhe woke, her bedde ſhe felt preſſe:</l>
               <l>What beaſt is that (qd. ſhe) that wayeth thus?</l>
               <l>I am the kings ſonne Tarquinius</l>
               <l>(Qd. he) but and thou crie, or any noiſe make,</l>
               <l>Or if thou any creature awake,</l>
               <l>By thilke God, that formed man of live,</l>
               <l>This ſwerd through thine hert ſhall I rive,</l>
               <l>And therwithall vnto her throte he ſtert,</l>
               <l>And ſet the ſwerd all ſharpe on her hert:</l>
               <l>No word ſhe ſpake ſhe hath no might therto,</l>
               <l>What ſhall ſhe ſaine, her wit is all ago,</l>
               <l>Right as when a wolfe findeth a lamb alone,</l>
               <l>To whom ſhall ſhe complaine or make mone:</l>
               <l>What, ſhall ſhe fight with an hardy knight,</l>
               <l>Well wote men a woman hath no might:</l>
               <l>What, ſhall ſhe crie, or how ſhall ſhe aſtert?</l>
               <l>That hath her by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> throte, with ſwerd at hert,</l>
               <l>She asketh grace, and ſaid all that ſhe can.</l>
               <l>No wolt thou nat (qd. this cruell man)</l>
               <l>As wiſely Iupiter my ſoule ſave,</l>
               <l>I ſhall in thy ſtable ſlea thy knave,</l>
               <l>And lay him in thy bed, and loud crie,</l>
               <l>That I thee find in ſuch avoutrie,</l>
               <l>And thus thou ſhalt be dead, and alſo leſe</l>
               <l>Thy name, for thou ſhalt nat cheſe.</l>
               <l>This Romans wives loveden ſo her name</l>
               <l>At thilke time, and dreden ſo the ſhame,</l>
               <l>That w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> for fere of ſlander, &amp; drede of death</l>
               <l>She loſt both at ones wit and breath,</l>
               <l>And in a ſwough ſhe lay, and woxe ſo dead,</l>
               <l>Men mighten ſmite off her arme or head,</l>
               <l>She feleth nothing, neither foule ne faire.</l>
               <l>Tarquinius, that art a kings heire,</l>
               <l>And ſhouldeſt as by linage and by right</l>
               <l>Done as a lord, and a very knight,</l>
               <l>Why haſt thou done diſpite to chivalrie?</l>
               <l>Why haſt thou done thy lady villanie?</l>
               <l>Alas, of thee this was a villanous dede,</l>
               <l>But now to the purpoſe, in the ſtory I rede,</l>
               <l>When he was gon, &amp; this miſchaunce is fall,</l>
               <l>This lady ſent after her friendes all,</l>
               <l>Father, mother, and husbond, all ifere,</l>
               <l>And diſcheveled with her haire clere,</l>
               <l>In habite ſuch as women vſed tho</l>
               <l>Vnto the burying of her friends go,</l>
               <l>She ſate in hall, with a ſorowfull ſight,</l>
               <l>Her friends asken what her aylen might,</l>
               <l>And who was dead, and ſhe ſate aye weeping,</l>
               <l>A word for ſhame ne may ſhe forth out bring,</l>
               <l>Ne vpon hem ſhe durſt nat behold,</l>
               <l>But at the laſt of Tarquiny ſhe hem told</l>
               <l>This rufull caſe, and all this thing horrible,</l>
               <l>The wo to tell were impoſſible</l>
               <l>That ſhe and all her friends make at ones,</l>
               <l>All had folkes herts ben of ſtones,</l>
               <l>It might have maked hem vpon her rew,</l>
               <l>Her hert was ſo wifely and ſo trew,</l>
               <l>She ſaid, that for her gilt ne for her blame</l>
               <l>Her husbond ſhould nat have y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> foule name,</l>
               <l>That would ſhe nat ſuffren by no way:</l>
               <l>And they anſwerde all vnto her fay,</l>
               <l>That they foryave it her, for it was right,</l>
               <l>It was no gilt, it lay nat in her might,</l>
               <l>And ſaiden her enſamples many one,</l>
               <l>But all for naught, for thus ſhe ſaid anone:</l>
               <l>Be as be may (qd. ſhe) of forgiving,</l>
               <l>I will nat have no forgift for nothing,</l>
               <l>But prively ſhe cought forth a knife,</l>
               <l>And therwithall ſhe raft her ſelfe her life,</l>
               <l>And as ſhe fell adowne ſhe caſt her looke,</l>
               <l>And of her clothes yet heed ſhe tooke,</l>
               <l>For in her falling yet ſhe had a care,</l>
               <l>Leaſt that her feet or ſuch things lay bare,</l>
               <l>So well ſhe loved cleanneſſe, and eke trouth,</l>
               <l>Of her had all the towne of Rome routh,</l>
               <l>And Brutus hath by her chaſt blood ſwore,</l>
               <l>That Tarquin ſhould ybaniſhed be therfore,</l>
               <l>And all his kinne, and let the people call,</l>
               <l>And openly the tale he told hem all,</l>
               <l>And openly let carry her on a bere</l>
               <l>Through all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> town, that men may ſee &amp; here</l>
               <l>The horrible deed of her oppreſſioun,</l>
               <l>Ne never was there king in Rome toun</l>
               <l>Sens thilke day, and ſhe was holden there</l>
               <l>A ſaint, and ever her day yhallowed dere,</l>
               <l>
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As in her law: and thus endeth Lucreſſe</l>
               <l>The noble wife, Titus beareth witneſſe:</l>
               <l>I tell it, for ſhe was of love ſo trew,</l>
               <l>Ne in her will ſhe chaunged for no new,</l>
               <l>And in her ſtable hert, ſadde and kind,</l>
               <l>That in theſe women men may all day find</l>
               <l>There as they caſt her hert, there it dwelleth,</l>
               <l>For well I wote, that Chriſt himſelfe telleth,</l>
               <l>That in Iſrael, as wide as is the lond,</l>
               <l>That ſo great faith in all the lond he ne fond,</l>
               <l>As in a woman, and this is no lie,</l>
               <l>And as for men, looke ye ſuch tyrannie</l>
               <l>They doen all day, aſſay hem who ſo liſt,</l>
               <l>* The trueſt is full brothell for to triſt.</l>
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            <div type="legend">
               <head>¶The Legend of Ariadne of Athens.</head>
               <l>JVdge infernall Minos, of Crete king,</l>
               <l>Now commeth thy lot, thou commeſt on</l>
               <l>the ring,</l>
               <l>Nat for thy ſake only written is this ſtorie,</l>
               <l>But for to clepe ayen vnto memorie,</l>
               <l>Of Theſeus the great vntrouth of love,</l>
               <l>For which the gods of heaven above</l>
               <l>Ben wroth, &amp; wrath have take for thy ſinne,</l>
               <l>Be red for ſhame, now I thy life beginne.</l>
               <l>Minos, that was y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mighty king of Crete,</l>
               <l>That had an hundred cities ſtrong and grete,</l>
               <l>To ſchoole hath ſent his ſonne Androgeus</l>
               <l>To Athens, of the which it happed thus,</l>
               <l>That he was ſlaine, learning Phyloſophie,</l>
               <l>Right in that citie, nat but for envie.</l>
               <l>The great Minos, of the which I ſpeke,</l>
               <l>His ſonnes death is come for to wreke,</l>
               <l>Alcathoe he beſieged hard and long,</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe, the walles be ſo ſtrong,</l>
               <l>And Niſus, that was king of that cite,</l>
               <l>So chivalrous, that little dredeth he,</l>
               <l>Of Minos or his hoaſt tooke he no cure,</l>
               <l>Till on a day befell an aventure,</l>
               <l>That Niſus doughter ſtood vpon the wall,</l>
               <l>And of the ſiege ſaw the manner all:</l>
               <l>So happed it, that at ſcarmiſhing,</l>
               <l>She caſt her hert vpon Minos the king,</l>
               <l>For his beautie, and his chevalrie,</l>
               <l>So ſore, that ſhe wende for to die.</l>
               <l>And ſhortly of this proceſſe for to pace,</l>
               <l>She made Minos winnen thilke place,</l>
               <l>So that the citie was all at his will,</l>
               <l>To ſaven whom him liſt, or els ſpill,</l>
               <l>But wickedly he quit her kindneſſe,</l>
               <l>And let her drench in ſorrow and diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>Nere that the gods had of her pite,</l>
               <l>But that tale were too long as now for me,</l>
               <l>Athenes wan this king Minos alſo,</l>
               <l>As Alcathoe, and other townes mo,</l>
               <l>And this the effect, that Minos hath ſo driven</l>
               <l>Hem of Athenes, that they mote him yeven</l>
               <l>Fro yere to yere her owne children dere</l>
               <l>For to be ſlaine, as ye ſhall after here.</l>
               <l>This Minos hath a monſter, a wicked beſt,</l>
               <l>That was ſo cruell, that without areeſt,</l>
               <l>When y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> a man was brought into his preſence,</l>
               <l>He would him eat, there helpeth no defence:</l>
               <l>And every third yeare withouten dout,</l>
               <l>They caſten lotte, as it came about,</l>
               <l>On rich and poore, he muſt his ſonne take,</l>
               <l>And of his childe he muſt preſent make</l>
               <l>To Minos, to ſave him or to ſpill,</l>
               <l>Or let his beaſt devour him at his will.</l>
               <l>And this hath Minos done right in diſpite,</l>
               <l>To wreke his ſonne was ſet all his delite,</l>
               <l>And make hem of Athenes his thrall</l>
               <l>Fro yere to yere, while he liven ſhall.</l>
               <l>And home he ſaileth when this toun is won,</l>
               <l>This wicked cuſtome is ſo long yron,</l>
               <l>Till of Athenes king Egeus</l>
               <l>Mote ſenden his owne ſonne Theſeus,</l>
               <l>Sens that the lotte is fallen him vpon</l>
               <l>To ben devoured, for grace is there non.</l>
               <l>And forth is ladde this wofull yong knight</l>
               <l>Vnto y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> country of king Minos full of might,</l>
               <l>And in a priſon fettred faſt is he,</l>
               <l>Till the time he ſhould yfreten be.</l>
               <l>Well maiſt thou wepe, O wofull Theſeus,</l>
               <l>That art a kings ſonne, and damned thus,</l>
               <l>Me thinketh this, that thou art depe yhold</l>
               <l>To whom that ſaved thee fro cares cold,</l>
               <l>And now if any woman helpe thee,</l>
               <l>Well oughteſt thou her ſervaunt for to bee,</l>
               <l>And ben her true lover yere by yere,</l>
               <l>But now to come ayen to my matere.</l>
               <l>The toure, there this Theſeus is throw,</l>
               <l>Down in the bottome derk, and wonder low,</l>
               <l>Was joyning to the wall of a foreine,</l>
               <l>Longing vnto the doughtren tweine</l>
               <l>Of Minos that in her chambers grete</l>
               <l>Dwelten above the maiſter ſtrete</l>
               <l>Of the towne, in joy and in ſollas:</l>
               <l>Not I nat how it happed percaas,</l>
               <l>As Theſeus complained him by night,</l>
               <l>The kings doughter, that Ariadne hight,</l>
               <l>And eke her ſuſter Phedra, herden all</l>
               <l>His complaint, as they ſtood on the wall,</l>
               <l>And looked vpon the bright moone,</l>
               <l>Hem liſt nat to go to bed ſo ſoone:</l>
               <l>And of his wo they had compaſſion,</l>
               <l>A kings ſonne to be in ſuch priſon,</l>
               <l>And ben devoured, thought hem great pite:</l>
               <l>Then Ariadne ſpake to her ſuſter free,</l>
               <l>And ſaid: Phedra lefe ſuſter dere,</l>
               <l>This wofull lords ſonne may ye nat here,</l>
               <l>How pitouſly he complaineth his kin,</l>
               <l>And eke his poore eſtate that he is in?</l>
               <l>And guiltleſſe, certes now it is routh,</l>
               <l>And if ye woll aſſent, by my trouth,</l>
               <l>He ſhall ben holpen, how ſo that we do.</l>
               <l>Phedra anſwerde, iwis me is as wo</l>
               <l>For him, as ever I was for any man,</l>
               <l>And to his helpe the beſt rede I can,</l>
               <l>Is, that we done the gailer prively</l>
               <l>To come and ſpeke with vs haſtely,</l>
               <l>And done this wofull man with him to come,</l>
               <l>For if he may this monſter overcome,</l>
               <l>Then were he quit, there is none other boot,</l>
               <l>Let vs well taſt him at his hart root,</l>
               <l>That if ſo be that he a weapon have,</l>
               <l>Where that he his life dare kepe or ſave,</l>
               <l>Fighten with this fiend, and him defend,</l>
               <l>For in the priſon, here as he ſhall diſcend,</l>
               <l>Ye wote well, that the beaſt is in a place</l>
               <l>That is not derke, &amp; hath roume &amp; eke ſpace</l>
               <l>
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To welde an axe, or ſwerde, ſtaffe, or knife,</l>
               <l>So that me thinketh he ſhould ſave his life,</l>
               <l>If that he be a man, he ſhall do ſo:</l>
               <l>And we ſhall make him balles eke alſo</l>
               <l>Of were and towe, that when he gapeth faſt,</l>
               <l>Into the beeſtes throte he ſhall hem caſt,</l>
               <l>To ſleke his honger, and encomber his teeth,</l>
               <l>And right anon when that Theſeus ſeeth</l>
               <l>The beeſt acheked, he ſhall on him leepe</l>
               <l>To ſleen him, or they comen more to heepe:</l>
               <l>This we apen ſhal the gailer, or that tide,</l>
               <l>Full prively within the priſon hide:</l>
               <l>And for the houſe is crencled to and fro,</l>
               <l>And hath ſo queint waies for to go,</l>
               <l>For it is ſhapen as the maſe is wrought,</l>
               <l>Thereto have I a remedy in my thought,</l>
               <l>That by a clewe of twine, as he hath gon,</l>
               <l>The ſame way he may returne anon,</l>
               <l>Folowing alway the threde, as he hath come,</l>
               <l>And when this beeſt is overcome,</l>
               <l>Then may he flien away out of this ſtede,</l>
               <l>And eke the gailer may he with him lede,</l>
               <l>And him avaunce at home in his countre,</l>
               <l>Sens that ſo great a Lords ſonne is he.</l>
               <l>This is my rede, if that ye dare it take.</l>
               <l>What ſhold I lenger ſermon of it make,</l>
               <l>The gailer cometh, and with him Theſeus,</l>
               <l>When theſe things ben accorded thus.</l>
               <l>Downe ſate Theſeus vpon his knee,</l>
               <l>The right lady of my life (qd. he)</l>
               <l>I ſorowfull man, ydamned to the deth:</l>
               <l>Fro you, whiles that me laſteth breth,</l>
               <l>I wol nat twinne, after this aventure,</l>
               <l>But in your ſervice, thus I woll endure,</l>
               <l>That as a wretch vnknow, I woll you ſerve</l>
               <l>Forevermore, till that mine hert ſterve,</l>
               <l>Forſake I woll at home mine heritage,</l>
               <l>And as I ſaid, ben of your court a page,</l>
               <l>If that ye vouchſafe that in this place,</l>
               <l>Ye graunt me to have ſoche a grace,</l>
               <l>That I may have nat but my meate &amp; drinke,</l>
               <l>And for my ſuſtinaunce yet woll I ſwinke,</l>
               <l>Right as you liſt, that Minos ne no wight.</l>
               <l>Sens that he ſaw me never with eyen ſight,</l>
               <l>Ne no man els ſhall me eſpie,</l>
               <l>So ſlily, and ſo well I ſhal me gie,</l>
               <l>And me ſo wel diſfigure, and ſo low,</l>
               <l>That in this world there ſhall no man me know,</l>
               <l>To have my life, and to have preſence</l>
               <l>Of you, that done to me this excellence,</l>
               <l>And to my father ſhall I ſende here,</l>
               <l>This worthy man, that is your gaylere,</l>
               <l>And him ſo guerdon, that he ſhall well be</l>
               <l>One of the greateſt men of my countre,</l>
               <l>And if I durſt ſaine, my lady bright,</l>
               <l>I am a kings ſonne and eke a knight</l>
               <l>As wold God, if that it might be,</l>
               <l>Ye weren in my countrey all thre,</l>
               <l>And I with you, to beare you companie,</l>
               <l>Then ſhuld ye ſene if that I thereof lie,</l>
               <l>And if that I profer you in lowe manere,</l>
               <l>To ben your page, and ſerven you right here,</l>
               <l>But I you ſerve as lowly in that place,</l>
               <l>I pray to Mars to yeve me ſoch grace,</l>
               <l>That ſhames death on me there mote fall,</l>
               <l>And death and poverte to my frends all,</l>
               <l>And that my ſprite by night mote go,</l>
               <l>After my death, and walke to and fro,</l>
               <l>That I mote of traitour have a name,</l>
               <l>For which my ſprit mote go, to do me ſhame,</l>
               <l>And if I clayme ever other degree,</l>
               <l>But ye vouchſafe to yeve it mee,</l>
               <l>As I have ſaid, of ſhames death I dey,</l>
               <l>And mercy Lady, I can naught els ſey.</l>
               <l>A ſemely knight was this Theſeus to ſee,</l>
               <l>And yonge, but of twenty yere and three,</l>
               <l>But who ſo had yſene his countenance,</l>
               <l>He wold have wept, for routh of his penance:</l>
               <l>For which this Ariadne in this manere,</l>
               <l>Anſwerde to his profre and to his chere.</l>
               <l>A kings ſonne, and eke a knight (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>Go ben my ſervaunt in ſo lowe degree,</l>
               <l>God ſhilde it, for the ſhame of women all,</l>
               <l>And lene me never ſoch a caſe befall,</l>
               <l>And ſende you grace, and ſleight of hert alſo</l>
               <l>You to defend, &amp; knightly to ſleen your foe,</l>
               <l>And lene hereafter I may you find</l>
               <l>To me, and to my ſuſter here ſo kind,</l>
               <l>That I ne repent nat to yeve you life,</l>
               <l>Yet were it better I were your wife,</l>
               <l>Sith ye ben as gentill borne as I,</l>
               <l>And have a realme nat but faſt by,</l>
               <l>Than that I ſuffred your gentilleſſe to ſterve,</l>
               <l>Or that I let you as a page ſerve,</l>
               <l>It is no profite, as vnto your kinrede,</l>
               <l>But what is that, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> man woll nat do for dred,</l>
               <l>And to my ſuſter ſith that it is ſo,</l>
               <l>That ſhe mote gone with me, if that I go,</l>
               <l>Or els ſuffre death as wel as I,</l>
               <l>That ye vnto your ſonne as trewly,</l>
               <l>Done her be wedded, at your home coming,</l>
               <l>This is the finall end of all this thing,</l>
               <l>Ye ſwere it here, vpon all that may be ſworne?</l>
               <l>Ye Lady mine (qd. he) or els to torne</l>
               <l>Mote I be with the Minotaure or to morow,</l>
               <l>And haveth here of mine hert blood to borow,</l>
               <l>If that ye woll, if I had knife or ſpeare,</l>
               <l>I would it letten out, and thereon ſweare,</l>
               <l>For then at erſte, I wot ye would me leve,</l>
               <l>By Mars, that is chiefe of my beleve,</l>
               <l>So that I might liven, and nat faile</l>
               <l>To morow for to taken my bataile,</l>
               <l>I nolde never fro this place flie,</l>
               <l>Till that ye ſhould the very profe ſe,</l>
               <l>For now, if that the ſoth I ſhall you ſay,</l>
               <l>I have loved you full many a day,</l>
               <l>Though ye ne wiſt nat, in my countre,</l>
               <l>And aldermoſt deſired you to ſee,</l>
               <l>Of any earthly living creature,</l>
               <l>Vpon my truth I ſweare and you aſſure,</l>
               <l>This ſeven yere I have your ſervaunt be,</l>
               <l>Now have I you, and alſo have ye me,</l>
               <l>My dere hert, of Athenes ducheſſe.</l>
               <l>This Lady ſmileth at his ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>And at his hartely wordes, and at his chere,</l>
               <l>And to her luſter ſaid in this manere:</l>
               <l>And ſothly ſuſter mine (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>Now be we ducheſſes both I and ye,</l>
               <l>And ſikerde to the regals of Athenes,</l>
               <l>And both hereafter likely to be Queenes,</l>
               <l>And ſaved fro his death a kings ſonne,</l>
               <l>As ever of gentill women is the wonne,</l>
               <l>
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To ſave a gentil man, enforth her might,</l>
               <l>In honeſt cauſe, and namely in his right,</l>
               <l>Me thinketh no wight ought vs her of blame,</l>
               <l>Ne bearen vs therefore an yvel name,</l>
               <l>And ſhortly of this mater for to make,</l>
               <l>This Theſeus of her hath leave ytake,</l>
               <l>And every point was performed in dede,</l>
               <l>As ye have in this covenaunt herde me rede,</l>
               <l>His wepen, his clewe, his thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I have ſaid,</l>
               <l>Was by the gailer in the houſe ylaid,</l>
               <l>There as the Minotaure hath his dwelling,</l>
               <l>Right faſt by the dore, at his entring,</l>
               <l>And Theſeus is lad vnto his dethe,</l>
               <l>And forth vnto this Minotaure he gethe,</l>
               <l>And by the teaching of this Adriane,</l>
               <l>He overcame this beeſt, and was his bane,</l>
               <l>And out he cometh by the clewe againe</l>
               <l>Ful prively, when he this beeſt hath ſlaine,</l>
               <l>And the gailer gotten hath a barge,</l>
               <l>And of his wives treaſure gan it charge</l>
               <l>And toke his wife, and eke her ſuſter free,</l>
               <l>And by the gailer, and with hem al three</l>
               <l>Is ſtole away out of the lond by night,</l>
               <l>And to the countre of Enupie him dight,</l>
               <l>There as he had a frende of his knowing,</l>
               <l>There feeſten they, there daunſen they &amp; ſing,</l>
               <l>And in his armes hath this Adriane,</l>
               <l>That of the beeſt hath kept him fro his bane,</l>
               <l>And get him there a noble barge anone,</l>
               <l>And of his countrey folke a ful great wone,</l>
               <l>And taketh his leave, &amp; homeward ſaileth hee,</l>
               <l>And in an yle, amidde the wilde ſee,</l>
               <l>There as there dwelt creature none,</l>
               <l>Save wild beeſtes, and that full many one,</l>
               <l>He made his ſhippe a londe for to ſette,</l>
               <l>And in that yle halfe a day he lett e.</l>
               <l>And ſaid, that on the londe he muſt him reſt,</l>
               <l>His mariners have done right as him leſt.</l>
               <l>And for to tell ſhortly in this caas,</l>
               <l>When Ariadne his wife a ſlepe was,</l>
               <l>For that her ſuſter fayrer was than ſhe,</l>
               <l>He taketh her in his honde, &amp; forth goeth he</l>
               <l>To ſhip, and as a traitour ſtale away,</l>
               <l>While that this Ariadne a ſlepe lay,</l>
               <l>And to his countrey warde he ſailed blive,</l>
               <l>A twenty divel way, the winde him drive.</l>
               <l>And found his father drenched in the ſee,</l>
               <l>Me liſte no more to ſpeke of him parde,</l>
               <l>Theſe falſe lovers, poiſon be her bane.</l>
               <l>But I wol turne againe to Adriane,</l>
               <l>That is with ſlepe for werineſſe ytake,</l>
               <l>Ful ſorowfully her hert may awake.</l>
               <l>Alas, for thee mine herte hath pite,</l>
               <l>Right in the dawning awaketh ſhe,</l>
               <l>And gropeth in the bed, &amp; fond right nought:</l>
               <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) that ever I was wrought,</l>
               <l>I am betrayed, and her heere to rent,</l>
               <l>And to the ſtronde barefote faſt ſhe went,</l>
               <l>And cried: Theſeus mine hert ſwete,</l>
               <l>Where he ye, that I may nat with you mete?</l>
               <l>And might thus with beeſtes ben yſlaine.</l>
               <l>The halow rockes anſwerde her againe,</l>
               <l>No man ſhe ſaw, and yet ſhone the moone,</l>
               <l>And hie vpon a rocke ſhe went ſoone,</l>
               <l>And ſawe his barge ſayling in the ſee,</l>
               <l>Cold woxe her hert, and right thus ſaid ſhe:</l>
               <l>Meker then ye find I the beeſtes wilde,</l>
               <l>Hath he nat ſinne, that he her thus begilde,</l>
               <l>She cried, O turne againe for routhe &amp; ſinne,</l>
               <l>Thy barge hath nat all his meine in,</l>
               <l>Her kerchefe on a pole ſticked ſhe,</l>
               <l>Aſcaunce he ſhould it well yſe,</l>
               <l>And him remembre that ſhe was behind,</l>
               <l>And turne againe, &amp; on the ſtronde her find.</l>
               <l>But all for naught, his way he is gone,</l>
               <l>And downe ſhe fel a ſwowne on a ſtone,</l>
               <l>And vp ſhe riſte, and kiſſed in all her care</l>
               <l>The ſteppes of his feete, there he hath fare,</l>
               <l>And to her bed right thus ſhe ſpeketh tho:</l>
               <l>Thou bed (qd. ſhe) that haſt received two,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt anſwere of two, and not of one,</l>
               <l>Where is the greater parte, away gone.</l>
               <l>Alas, wher ſhal I wretched wight become?</l>
               <l>For though ſo be that bote none here come,</l>
               <l>Home to my countrey dare I nat for drede,</l>
               <l>I can my ſelfe in this caſe nat rede.</l>
               <l>What ſhould I tell more her complaining,</l>
               <l>It is ſo long, it were an heavy thing?</l>
               <l>In her epiſtle, Naſo telleth all,</l>
               <l>But ſhortly to the end tell I ſhall,</l>
               <l>The goddes have her holpen for pite,</l>
               <l>And in the ſigne of Taurus men may ſee,</l>
               <l>The ſtones of her crowne ſhine clere,</l>
               <l>I will no more ſpeake of this matere,</l>
               <l>But thus this falſe lover can begile</l>
               <l>His trew love, the divel quite him his wile.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="legend">
               <head>¶The Legende of Philomene.</head>
               <l>THou yever of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> formes y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> haſt wrought</l>
               <l>The fayre world, &amp; bare it in thy
thought</l>
               <l>Eternally, er thou thy werke began,</l>
               <l>Why madeſt thou vnto the ſlaunder of man,</l>
               <l>Or all be that it was not thy doing,</l>
               <l>As for that end to make ſoch a thing,</l>
               <l>Why ſuffredeſt thou that Tereus was bore,</l>
               <l>That is in love ſo falſe and ſo forſwore,</l>
               <l>That fro this world vp to the firſt heven,</l>
               <l>Corrumpeth, when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> folke his name neven?</l>
               <l>And as to me, ſo griſly was his dede,</l>
               <l>That when that I this foule ſtorie rede,</l>
               <l>Mine iyen wexen foule, and ſore alſo,</l>
               <l>Yet laſteth the venime of ſo longe ago,</l>
               <l>That enfecteth him that wolde behold</l>
               <l>The ſtorie of Tereus, of which I told,</l>
               <l>Of Trace was he lord, and kin to Marte</l>
               <l>The cruel God that ſtante with blody darte,</l>
               <l>And wedded had he with bliſfull chere</l>
               <l>King Pandionis faire doughter dere,</l>
               <l>That hight Progne, floure of her countre,</l>
               <l>Though Iuno liſt not at the feaſt be,</l>
               <l>Ne Himeneus, that god of Wedding is,</l>
               <l>But at the feaſt ready ben iwis,</l>
               <l>The furies three, with all her mortall bronde,</l>
               <l>The Oule all night above the balkes wonde,</l>
               <l>That Prophete is of wo, and of miſchaunce.</l>
               <l>This revell, full of ſong, and full of daunce,</l>
               <l>Laſt a fourtenight, or little laſſe,</l>
               <l>But ſhortly of this ſtorie for to paſſe,</l>
               <l>(For I am weary of him for to tell)</l>
               <l>Five yere his wife and he togither dwell,</l>
               <l>
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Till on a day ſhe gan ſo ſore long</l>
               <l>To ſeene her ſuſter, that ſhe ſaw not long,</l>
               <l>That for deſire ſhe niſt what to ſay,</l>
               <l>But to her husbond gan ſhe for to pray</l>
               <l>For Gods love, that ſhe mote ones gone</l>
               <l>Her ſuſter for to ſeene, and come ayen anone,</l>
               <l>Or els but ſhe mote to her wend,</l>
               <l>She praied him that he would after her ſend:</l>
               <l>And this was day by day all her prayere,</l>
               <l>With al himbleſſe of wifehood, word &amp; chere.</l>
               <l>This Tereus let make his ſhips yare,</l>
               <l>And into Grece himſelfe is forth ifare,</l>
               <l>Vnto his father in law gan he pray,</l>
               <l>To vouchſafe, that for a moneth or tway,</l>
               <l>That Philomene his wives ſuſter might</l>
               <l>On Progne his wife but ones have a ſight,</l>
               <l>And ſhe ſhall come to you again anon</l>
               <l>My ſelfe with her, I will both come and gon,</l>
               <l>And as my herts life I will her kepe.</l>
               <l>This old Pandion, this king gan wepe</l>
               <l>For tenderneſſe of hert, for to leve</l>
               <l>His doughter gon, and for to yeve her leve,</l>
               <l>Of all this world he loved nothing ſo,</l>
               <l>But at the laſt, leave hath ſhe to go,</l>
               <l>For Philomene with ſalt teares eke</l>
               <l>Gan of her father grace to beſeke,</l>
               <l>To ſeene her ſuſter, that her longeth ſo,</l>
               <l>And him enbraceth, with her armes two,</l>
               <l>And there alſo yong and faire was ſhe,</l>
               <l>That when that Tereus ſaw her beaute,</l>
               <l>And of array, that there was none her liche,</l>
               <l>And yet of beautie was ſhe to ſo riche,</l>
               <l>He caſt his fierie hert vpon her ſo,</l>
               <l>That he woll have her, how ſo that it go,</l>
               <l>And with his wiles kneled, and ſo praied,</l>
               <l>Till at the laſt Pandion thus ſaied.</l>
               <l>Now ſonne (qd. he) that art to me ſo dere,</l>
               <l>I thee betake my yong doughter dere,</l>
               <l>That beareth the key of all mine herts life,</l>
               <l>And grete well my doughter, and thy wife,</l>
               <l>And yeve her leave ſometime for to pley,</l>
               <l>That ſhe may ſeen me ones or I deie.</l>
               <l>And ſothly he hath made him riche feaſt,</l>
               <l>And to his folke, the moſt and eke the leaſt,</l>
               <l>That with him came: &amp; yave him yefts great,</l>
               <l>And him conveieth through the maſter ſtreat</l>
               <l>Of Athenes, and to the ſea him brought,</l>
               <l>And tourneth home, no malice he ne thought.</l>
               <l>The Ores pulleth forth the veſſell faſt,</l>
               <l>And into Trace arriveth at the laſt,</l>
               <l>And vp in to a Foreſt he her led,</l>
               <l>And to a cave prively he him ſped,</l>
               <l>And in this darke cave, if her leſt</l>
               <l>Or liſt nought, he bad her for to reſt,</l>
               <l>Of which her herte agroſe, and ſaied thus:</l>
               <l>Where is my ſuſter, brother Tereus?</l>
               <l>And therewithall ſhe wept tenderly,</l>
               <l>And quoke for feare, pale and pitiouſly,</l>
               <l>Right as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> lambe, that of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Wolfe is bitten,</l>
               <l>Or as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Culver, that of the Egle is ſmitten,</l>
               <l>And is out of his claves forth eſcaped,</l>
               <l>Yet it is aferde, and a waped,</l>
               <l>Leſt it be hent eftſones: ſo ſate ſehe,</l>
               <l>But vtterly it may none other be,</l>
               <l>By force hath this traitour done a deede,</l>
               <l>That he hath reft her of her maidenhede,</l>
               <l>Maugre her head, by ſtrength &amp; by his might.</l>
               <l>Lo here a deede of men, and that aright.</l>
               <l>She crieth ſuſter, with full loude ſteven,</l>
               <l>And father dere helpe me God in heven:</l>
               <l>All helpeth not, and yet this falſe thefe,</l>
               <l>Hath done this Lady yet a more miſchefe,</l>
               <l>For feare leſt ſhe ſhould his ſhame crie,</l>
               <l>And done him openly a villanie,</l>
               <l>And with his ſweard her tong of kerfe he,</l>
               <l>And in a Caſtell made her for to be,</l>
               <l>Full prively in priſon evermore,</l>
               <l>And kept her to her vſage and to his ſtore,</l>
               <l>So that ſhe ne might never more aſtarte.</l>
               <l>O ſely Philomene, wo is in thine hart,</l>
               <l>Huge been thy ſorowes, and wonder ſmart,</l>
               <l>God wreke thee, and ſende thee thy bone,</l>
               <l>Now is time I make an end ſone.</l>
               <l>This Tereus is to his wife icome,</l>
               <l>And in his armes hath his wife inome,</l>
               <l>And pitiouſly he wept, and ſhoke his hedde,</l>
               <l>And ſwore her, that he found her ſuſter dedde,</l>
               <l>For which this ſelie Progne hath ſoch wo,</l>
               <l>That nigh her ſorowfull hert brake a two.</l>
               <l>And thus in teares let I Progne dwell,</l>
               <l>And of her ſuſter forth I woll you tell.</l>
               <l>This wofull Lady ilearned had in youth,</l>
               <l>So that ſhe worken and enbrauden couth,</l>
               <l>And weaven in ſtole the rade vore,</l>
               <l>As it of women hath be woved yore,</l>
               <l>And ſothly for to ſaine, ſhe hath her fill</l>
               <l>Of meate and drinke, of clothing at her will,</l>
               <l>And couthe eke rede well inough and endite,</l>
               <l>But with a penne ſhe could not write,</l>
               <l>But letters can ſhe weave to and fro,</l>
               <l>So that by the yere was all ago,</l>
               <l>She had woven in a ſtames large,</l>
               <l>How ſhe was brought fro Athens in a barge,</l>
               <l>And in a cave how that ſhe was brought,</l>
               <l>And all the thing that Tereus wrought,</l>
               <l>She wave it wel, and wrote the ſtorie above,</l>
               <l>How ſhe was ſerved for her ſuſters love,</l>
               <l>And to a man a ring ſhe yave anon,</l>
               <l>And praied him by ſignes for to gon</l>
               <l>Vnto the queene, and bearen her that clothe,</l>
               <l>And by ſigne ſwore many an othe,</l>
               <l>She ſhould him yeve what ſhe getten might.</l>
               <l>This man anon vnto the quene him dight,</l>
               <l>And toke it her, and all the maner told,</l>
               <l>And when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Progne hath this thing behold,</l>
               <l>No worde ſhe ſpake, for ſorow &amp; eke for rage,</l>
               <l>But fained her to gon on pilgrimage</l>
               <l>To Baccus remple, and in a little ſtound</l>
               <l>Her dombe ſuſter ſitting hath ſhe found</l>
               <l>Weeping in the caſtell her ſelfe alone,</l>
               <l>Alas the wo, conſtraint, and the mone</l>
               <l>That Progne vpon her dombe ſuſter maketh,</l>
               <l>In armes everich of hem other taketh,</l>
               <l>And thus I let hem in her ſorow dwell,</l>
               <l>The remnaunt is no charge to tell,</l>
               <l>For this is all and ſome, thus was ſhe ſerved</l>
               <l>That never agilt, ne deſerved</l>
               <l>Vnto this cruell man, that ſhe of wiſt</l>
               <l>Ye may beware of men if that you liſt,</l>
               <l>* For all be that he woll not for ſhame</l>
               <l>Doen as Tereus, to leſe his name,</l>
               <l>
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Ne ſerve you as a murtherer or a knave,</l>
               <l>Full little while ſhull ye trewe him have,</l>
               <l>That wol I ſain, al were he now my brother,</l>
               <l>But it ſo be that he may have another.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="legend">
               <head>¶The Legende of Phillis.</head>
               <l>BY prove, as wel as by aucthorite,</l>
               <l>That wicked fruicte commeth of a
wicked tree,</l>
               <l>That may ye find, if that it liketh you,</l>
               <l>But for this end, I ſpeake this as now,</l>
               <l>To tell you of falſe Demophon,</l>
               <l>In love a falſer heard I never non,</l>
               <l>But it were his father Theſeus,</l>
               <l>God for his grace fro ſoch one kepe vs,</l>
               <l>Thus theſe women praied, that it here,</l>
               <l>Now to the effect tourne I of my matere.</l>
               <l>Deſtroied is of Troie the Citee,</l>
               <l>This Demopon came ſayling in the ſee</l>
               <l>Toward Athenes, to his paleis large,</l>
               <l>With him came many a ſhip, &amp; many a barge</l>
               <l>Full of folke, of which full many one</l>
               <l>Is wounded ſore, and ſicke, and wo begone,</l>
               <l>And they have at the ſiege long ilaine,</l>
               <l>Behind him came a winde, and eke a raine,</l>
               <l>That ſhofe ſo ſore, his ſaile might not ſtonde,</l>
               <l>Him were lever than all the world a londe,</l>
               <l>So hunteth him the tempeſt to and fro,</l>
               <l>So darke it was, he could no where go,</l>
               <l>And with a wave bruſten was his ſtere,</l>
               <l>His ſhip was rent ſo lowe, in ſuch manere,</l>
               <l>That Carpenter could it not amende,</l>
               <l>The ſee by night as any Torche brende,</l>
               <l>For wood, and poſſeth him vp and doun,</l>
               <l>Till Neptune hath of him compaſſioun,</l>
               <l>And Thetis, Chorus, Triton, and they all,</l>
               <l>And maden him vp a londe to fall,</l>
               <l>Wherof that Phillis Lady was and Queene,</l>
               <l>Lycurgus doughter, fairer vnto ſeene</l>
               <l>Than is the floure again the bright Sonne,</l>
               <l>Vnneth is Demophon to londe iwonne,</l>
               <l>Weake and eke werie, and his folke forpined</l>
               <l>Of werineſſe, and alſo enfamined,</l>
               <l>And to the death he was almoſt idriven,</l>
               <l>His wiſe folke counſaile have him yeven,</l>
               <l>To ſeken helpe and ſuccour of the Queene,</l>
               <l>And loken what his grace might bene,</l>
               <l>And maken in that lande ſome cheveſaunce,</l>
               <l>And kepen him fro wo, and fro miſchaunce,</l>
               <l>For ſicke he was, and almoſt at the death,</l>
               <l>Vnneth might he ſpeake, or draw breath,</l>
               <l>And lieth in Rhodopeia him for to reſt,</l>
               <l>When he may walk, him thought it was beſt</l>
               <l>Vnto the countrey to ſeeken for ſuccour,</l>
               <l>Men knew him wele, and did him honour,</l>
               <l>For at Athenes Duke and Lord was he,</l>
               <l>As Theſeus his father hath ibe,</l>
               <l>That in his time was great of renoun,</l>
               <l>No man ſo great in all his regioun,</l>
               <l>And like his father of face and of ſtature,</l>
               <l>And falſe of love, it came him of nature,</l>
               <l>As doth the Foxe Renarde, the Foxes ſonne,</l>
               <l>Of kind he could his old father wonne</l>
               <l>Without lore, as can a Drake ſwimme</l>
               <l>When it is caught, and caried to the brimme:</l>
               <l>This honorable queen Phillis doth him chere,</l>
               <l>Her liketh well his ſporte and his manere,</l>
               <l>But I am agroted here beforne,</l>
               <l>To write of hem that in love been forſworne,</l>
               <l>And eke to haſte me in my Legende,</l>
               <l>Which to performe, God me grace ſende,</l>
               <l>Therfore I paſſe ſhortly in this wiſe,</l>
               <l>Ye have well heard of Theſeus the giſe,</l>
               <l>In the betraiyng of faire Adriane,</l>
               <l>That of her pite kept him fro his bane,</l>
               <l>At ſhort wordes, right ſo Demophon,</l>
               <l>The ſame way, and the ſame pathe hath gon</l>
               <l>That did his falſe father Theſeus,</l>
               <l>For vnto Phillis hath he ſworne thus,</l>
               <l>To wedden her, and her his trouth plight,</l>
               <l>And piked of her all the good he might,</l>
               <l>When he was hole &amp; ſound, and had his reſt,</l>
               <l>And doth with Phillis what ſo that him leſt,</l>
               <l>As well I could, if that me liſt ſo,</l>
               <l>Tellen all his doing to and fro.</l>
               <l>He ſayd to his countrey mote him ſaile,</l>
               <l>For there he would her wedding apparaile,</l>
               <l>As fill to her honour, and his alſo,</l>
               <l>And openly he tooke his leave tho,</l>
               <l>And to her ſwore he would not ſojourne,</l>
               <l>But in a month again he would retourne,</l>
               <l>And in that londe let make his ordinaunce,</l>
               <l>As very Lorde, and tooke the obeiſaunce,</l>
               <l>Well and humbly, and his ſhippes dight,</l>
               <l>And home he goeth the next way he might,</l>
               <l>For vnto Phillis yet came he nought,</l>
               <l>And that hath ſhe ſo harde and ſore ibought,</l>
               <l>Alas, as the ſtorie doth vs record,</l>
               <l>She was her owne death with a corde,</l>
               <l>When that ſhe ſaw y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Demophon her traied.</l>
               <l>But firſt wrote ſhe to him, &amp; faſt him praied</l>
               <l>He would come, and deliver her of pain,</l>
               <l>As I rehearſe ſhall a worde or twain,</l>
               <l>Me liſte not vouchſafe on him to ſwinke,</l>
               <l>Diſpenden on him a penne full of ynke,</l>
               <l>For falſe in love was he, right as his ſire,</l>
               <l>The Devill ſet her ſoules both on a fire,</l>
               <l>But of the letter of Phillis woll I write,</l>
               <l>A worde or twain, although it be but lite.</l>
               <l>Thine hoſteſſe (qd. ſhe) O Demophon,</l>
               <l>Thy Phillis, which that is ſo wo begon,</l>
               <l>Of Rhodopeie, vpon you mote complain,</l>
               <l>Over the terme ſet betwixt vs twain,</l>
               <l>That ye ne holden forward, as ye ſayd:</l>
               <l>Your ancre, which ye in our haven layd,</l>
               <l>Hight vs, that ye would comen out of doubt,</l>
               <l>Or that the Moone ones went about,</l>
               <l>But times fower, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Moone hath hid her face</l>
               <l>Sens thilke day ye went fro this place,</l>
               <l>And fower times light the world again,</l>
               <l>But for all that, yet ſhall I ſothly ſain,</l>
               <l>Yet hath the ſtreme of Scython not brought</l>
               <l>From Athens the ſhip, yet came it nought,</l>
               <l>And if that ye the terme reken would,</l>
               <l>As I or other true lovers doe ſhould,</l>
               <l>I plain not (God wot) before my day.</l>
               <l>But al her letter writen I ne may,</l>
               <l>By order, for it were to me a charge,</l>
               <l>Her letter was right long, and therto large,</l>
               <l>But here and there, in rime I have it layd</l>
               <l>There as me thought that ſhe hath wel ſayd.</l>
               <l>
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She ſayd, the ſailes cometh not again,</l>
               <l>Ne to the worde, there nis no <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ey certain,</l>
               <l>But I wot why ye come not (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>For I was of my love to you ſo fre,</l>
               <l>And of the Goddes that ye have ſwore,</l>
               <l>That her vengeaunce fall on you therfore,</l>
               <l>Ye be not ſuffiſaunt to beare the pain,</l>
               <l>To moche truſted I, well may I ſain,</l>
               <l>Vpon your linage, and your faire tong,</l>
               <l>And on your teares falſly out wrong,</l>
               <l>How coud ye wepe ſo by craft? qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>May there ſoche teares fained be?</l>
               <l>Now certes, if ye would have in memory,</l>
               <l>It ought be to you but little glory,</l>
               <l>To have a ſelie maide thus betrayed,</l>
               <l>To God (qd. ſhe) pray I, and oft have prayed,</l>
               <l>That it be now the greateſt price of all,</l>
               <l>And moſt honour, that ever you ſhall befall,</l>
               <l>And when thine old aunceters painted bee,</l>
               <l>In which men may her worthineſſe ſee,</l>
               <l>Then pray I God, thou painted be alſo,</l>
               <l>That folke may reden, forth by as they go.</l>
               <l>Lo this is he, that with his flattery</l>
               <l>Betraied hath, and done her villany,</l>
               <l>That was his true love, in thought &amp; dede.</l>
               <l>But ſothly of o point yet may they rede,</l>
               <l>That ye been like your father, as in this,</l>
               <l>For he begiled Ariadne iwis,</l>
               <l>With ſuch an arte, and ſuch ſubtelte,</l>
               <l>As thou thy ſelves haſt begiled me:</l>
               <l>As in that poinct, although it be not feire</l>
               <l>Thou foloweſt certain, and art his heire.</l>
               <l>But ſens thus ſinfully ye me begile,</l>
               <l>My body mote ye ſene, within a while</l>
               <l>Right in the haven of Athenes fleeting,</l>
               <l>Withouten Sepulture and buriyng,</l>
               <l>Though ye been harder then is any ſtone.</l>
               <l>And when this letter was forth ſent anone,</l>
               <l>And knew how brotell and how fals he was,</l>
               <l>She for diſpaire fordid her ſelfe, alas,</l>
               <l>Such ſorow hath ſhe, for ſhe beſet her ſo.</l>
               <l>Beware ye women of your ſubtill fo,</l>
               <l>Sens yet this day men may enſample ſe,</l>
               <l>And truſteth now in love no man but me.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="legend">
               <head>¶The Legende of Hypermeſtre.</head>
               <l>IN Grecen whilom were brethren two,</l>
               <l>Of which that one was called Danao,</l>
               <l>That many a ſon hath of his body wonne,</l>
               <l>As ſoch falſe lovers ofte conne.</l>
               <l>Emong his ſonnes all there was one,</l>
               <l>That aldermoſt he loved of everychone,</l>
               <l>And when this child was borne, this Danao</l>
               <l>Shope him a name, and called him Lino,</l>
               <l>That other brother called was Egiſte,</l>
               <l>That was of love as falſe as ever him liſte,</l>
               <l>And many a daughter gate he in his life,</l>
               <l>Of which he gate vpon his right wife,</l>
               <l>A doughter dere, and did her for to call,</l>
               <l>Hypermeſtra, yongeſt of hem all,</l>
               <l>The which child of her nativite,</l>
               <l>To all good thewes borne was ſhe,</l>
               <l>As liked to the Goddes or ſhe was borne,</l>
               <l>That of the ſhefe ſhe ſhould be the corne,</l>
               <l>The werdes that we clepen deſtine,</l>
               <l>Hath ſhapen her, that ſhe muſt needes be</l>
               <l>Pitous, ſad, wiſe, true as ſtele,</l>
               <l>And to this woman it accordeth wele,</l>
               <l>For though y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Venus yave her great beaute,</l>
               <l>With Iupiter compowned ſo was ſhe,</l>
               <l>That conſcience, trouth, and drede of ſhame,</l>
               <l>And of her wifehode for to kepe her name,</l>
               <l>This thought her was felicite as here,</l>
               <l>And reed Mars, was that time of the yere</l>
               <l>So feble, that his malice is him raft,</l>
               <l>Repreſſed hath Venus his cruell craft,</l>
               <l>And what with Venus, and other oppreſſion</l>
               <l>Of houſes, Mars his venime is a don,</l>
               <l>That Hypermeſtre dare not handle a knife,</l>
               <l>In malice, though ſhe ſhould leſe her life,</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe, as heaven gan tho turne,</l>
               <l>Two bad aſpectes hath ſhe of Saturne,</l>
               <l>That made her to die in priſon,</l>
               <l>And I ſhall after make mencion,</l>
               <l>Of Danao and Cgiſtes alſo,</l>
               <l>And though ſo be y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> they were brethren two,</l>
               <l>For thilke tyme nas ſpared no linage,</l>
               <l>It liked hem to maken mariage</l>
               <l>Betwixt Hypermeſtre, and him Lino,</l>
               <l>And caſten ſoch a day it ſhall be ſo,</l>
               <l>And full accorded was it vtterly,</l>
               <l>The aray is wrought, the tyme is faſt by,</l>
               <l>And thus Lino hath of his fathers brother,</l>
               <l>The doughter wedded, and ech of hem hath other,</l>
               <l>The torches brennen, &amp; y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lamps bright</l>
               <l>The Sacrifice been full ready dight,</l>
               <l>Thenſence out of the fire reketh ſoote,</l>
               <l>The floure, the leefe, is rent vp by the roote,</l>
               <l>To maken garlandes and crounes hie,</l>
               <l>Full is the place of ſound of Minſtralcie,</l>
               <l>Of ſonges amourous of mariage,</l>
               <l>As thilke tyme was the plain vſage,</l>
               <l>And this was in the paleis of Egiſte,</l>
               <l>That in his hous was lord, right as him liſte</l>
               <l>And thus that day they driven to an end,</l>
               <l>The frendes taken leve, &amp; home they wend,</l>
               <l>The night is come, the bride ſhall go to bed,</l>
               <l>Egiſte to his chamber faſt him ſped,</l>
               <l>And prively let his doughter call,</l>
               <l>When that the houſe voided was of hem all,</l>
               <l>He looketh on his doughter with glad chere,</l>
               <l>And to her ſpake, as ye ſhall after here.</l>
               <l>My right doughter, treſour of mine hert,</l>
               <l>Sens firſt that day, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhapen was my ſhert,</l>
               <l>Or by the fatall ſuſter had my dome,</l>
               <l>So nie mine hert never thing ne come,</l>
               <l>As thou Hypermeſtre, doughter dere,</l>
               <l>Take hede what thy father ſayth thee here,</l>
               <l>* And werke after thy wiſer ever mo,</l>
               <l>For alderfirſt doughter I love thee ſo,</l>
               <l>That all the world to me nis halfe ſo lefe,</l>
               <l>Ne nolde rede thee to thy miſchefe,</l>
               <l>For all the good vnder the cold Mone,</l>
               <l>And what I meane, it ſhall be ſaid right ſone,</l>
               <l>With proteſtacion, as ſaine theſe wiſe,</l>
               <l>That but thou doe, as I ſhall thee deviſe,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt be ded by him y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> al hath wrought,</l>
               <l>At ſhort wordes thou ne ſcapeſt nought</l>
               <l>Out of my paleis, or that thou be deed,</l>
               <l>But thou conſent, and werke after my reed,</l>
               <l>
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Take this to the fearfull concluſioun.</l>
               <l>This Hypermeſtre caſt her iyen doun,</l>
               <l>And quoke as doth the leefe of aſhe grene,</l>
               <l>Deed wext her hew, and like aſhen to ſene,</l>
               <l>And ſayd: Lord and father all your will,</l>
               <l>After my might, God wote I will fulfill,</l>
               <l>So it be to me no confuſion.</l>
               <l>I nill (qd. he) have none excepcion,</l>
               <l>And out he caught a knife, as raſour kene,</l>
               <l>Hide this (qd. he) that it be not iſene,</l>
               <l>And when thine housbond is to bed go,</l>
               <l>While that he ſlepeth cut his throte atwo,</l>
               <l>For in my dreme it is warned me,</l>
               <l>How that my nevewe ſhall my bane be,</l>
               <l>But which I not, wherfore I woll be ſiker,</l>
               <l>If thou ſay nay, we two ſhall have a biker,</l>
               <l>As I have ſayd, by him that I have ſworn.</l>
               <l>This Hipermeſtre hath nigh her wit forlorn,</l>
               <l>And for to paſſen harmeleſſe out of that place,</l>
               <l>She graunted him, ther was none other grace:</l>
               <l>And withall a coſtrell taketh he tho</l>
               <l>And ſayd, hereof a draught or two,</l>
               <l>Yeve him drinke, when he goeth to reſt,</l>
               <l>And he ſhal ſlepe as long as ever thee leſt,</l>
               <l>The narcotikes and apies been ſo ſtrong,</l>
               <l>And go thy way, leſt that him thinke to long.</l>
               <l>Out cometh the bride, &amp; with full ſobre chere,</l>
               <l>As is of maidens oft the manere,</l>
               <l>To chamber brought, with revel &amp; with ſong,</l>
               <l>And ſhortly, leſte this tale be to long,</l>
               <l>This Lino and ſhe beth brought to bed,</l>
               <l>And every wight out at the doore him ſped,</l>
               <l>The night is waſted, and he fell aſlepe,</l>
               <l>Full tenderly beginneth ſhe to weepe,</l>
               <l>She riſt her vp, and dredfully ſhe quaketh,</l>
               <l>As doth the braunch, that Zephirus ſhaketh,</l>
               <l>And huſht were all in Aragone that citee,</l>
               <l>As colde as any Froſt now wexeth ſhee,</l>
               <l>For pite by the herte ſtrained her ſo,</l>
               <l>And drede of death doth her ſo moche wo,</l>
               <l>That thriſe doune ſhe fill, in ſoche a were,</l>
               <l>She riſte her vp, &amp; ſtakereth here and there,</l>
               <l>And on her hands faſt looketh ſhe,</l>
               <l>Alas, ſhall mine hands bloudie be,</l>
               <l>I am maide, and as by my nature,</l>
               <l>And by my ſemblaunt, and by my veſture,</l>
               <l>Mine hands been not ſhapen for a knife,</l>
               <l>As for to reve no man fro his life,</l>
               <l>What Devill have I with the knife to do?</l>
               <l>And ſhall I have my throte corve a two?</l>
               <l>Then ſhall I blede alas, and be ſhende,</l>
               <l>And nedes this thing mote have an ende,</l>
               <l>Or he or I mote nedes leſe our life,</l>
               <l>Now certes (qd. ſhe) ſens I am his wife,</l>
               <l>And hath my faith, yet is it bette for me</l>
               <l>For to be dedde, in wifely honeſte,</l>
               <l>Than be a traitour, living in my ſhame,</l>
               <l>Be as be may, for earneſt or for game,</l>
               <l>He ſhall awake, and riſe and go his way</l>
               <l>Out at this gutter er that it be day:</l>
               <l>And wept full tenderly vpon his face,</l>
               <l>And in her armes gan him to embrace,</l>
               <l>And him ſhe joggeth, and awaketh ſoft,</l>
               <l>And at the window lepe he fro the loft,</l>
               <l>When ſhe hath warned him, &amp; done him bote</l>
               <l>This Lino ſwift was, and light of foote,</l>
               <l>And from her ran, a full good paas.</l>
               <l>This ſelie woman is ſo weake, alas</l>
               <l>And helpleſſe, ſo that er ſhe ferre went,</l>
               <l>Her cruell father did her for to hent,</l>
               <l>Alas Lino, why art thou ſo vnkind,</l>
               <l>Why ne haſt thou remembred in thy mind,</l>
               <l>And taken her, and led her forth with thee,</l>
               <l>For when ſhe ſaw that gone away was hee,</l>
               <l>And that ſhe might not ſo faſt go,</l>
               <l>Ne folowen him, ſhe ſate doune right tho,</l>
               <l>Vntill ſhe was caught, and fettred in priſon</l>
               <l>This tale is ſayd for this concluſion.</l>
            </div>
            <trailer>¶Here endeth the Legende of good
Women.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="ballad" type="work">
            <head>¶A goodly Ballade of Chaucer.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>MOther of norture, beſt beloved of all,</l>
               <l>And freſhe floure, to whom good
thrift God ſende,</l>
               <l>Your childe, if it luſte you me ſo to call,</l>
               <l>All be I vnable my ſelfe ſo to pretende,</l>
               <l>To your diſcrecion I recommende</l>
               <l>Mine herte and al, with every circumſtaunce,</l>
               <l>All wholly to be vnder your governaunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Moſt deſire I, and have, and ever ſhal,</l>
               <l>Thing, which might your herts eaſe amend:</l>
               <l>Have me excuſed, my power is but ſmall,</l>
               <l>Natheleſſe of right ye ought to commend</l>
               <l>My good will, which faine would entend</l>
               <l>To do you ſervice, for all my ſuffiſaunce</l>
               <l>Is holly to be vnder your governaunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>
                  <hi>Meulx vn,</hi> in hert, which never ſhall apall,</l>
               <l>Aie freſhe and new, and right glad to diſpend</l>
               <l>My time in your ſervice, what ſo befall,</l>
               <l>Beſeching your excellence to defend</l>
               <l>My ſimpleneſſe, if ignoraunce offend</l>
               <l>In any wiſe, ſith that mine affiaunce,</l>
               <l>Is holly to been vnder your governaunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Daiſie of light, very ground of comfort,</l>
               <l>The Sunnes doughter (ye hight) as I rede,</l>
               <l>For when he Weſtreth, farwell your diſport,</l>
               <l>By your nature anone right for pure drede,</l>
               <l>Of the rude night, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> with his boiſtous wede</l>
               <l>Of darkeneſſe, ſhadoweth our emiſpere,</l>
               <l>Then cloſen ye, my lives Ladie dere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Dauning the day, to his kind reſort</l>
               <l>And Phebus your Father, with his ſtreames rede,</l>
               <l>Adorneth the morrow, conſuming the ſort</l>
               <l>Of miſtie cloudes, that woulden overlede</l>
               <l>True humble herts, with her miſtie hede,</l>
               <l>Nere comfort a daies, when iyen clere,</l>
               <l>Diſcloſe and ſprede my lives Ladie dere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>* <hi>Ie vouldray:</hi> but great God diſpoſeth</l>
               <l>And maketh caſuel by his providence,</l>
               <l>Soch thing, as mans frele wit purpoſeth,</l>
               <l>All for the beſt, if that your conſcience</l>
               <l>Not grutche it, but in humble pacience</l>
               <l>* It receive: for God ſaith without fable,</l>
               <l>A faithful hert ever is acceptable.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <pb n="356" facs="tcp:51487:197"/>
               <l>Cautels who ſo vſeth gladly, gloſeth,</l>
               <l>To eſchewe ſoch it is right high prudence,</l>
               <l>What ye ſayd ones, mine hart oppoſeth,</l>
               <l>That my writing yapes in your abſence,</l>
               <l>Pleaſed you moch better than my preſence:</l>
               <l>Yet can I more, ye be not excuſable,</l>
               <l>A faithfull harte ever is acceptable.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Quaketh my penne, my ſpirit ſuppoſeth,</l>
               <l>That in my writing ye find woll ſome offence,</l>
               <l>Min hert welkneth thus ſone, anon it riſeth,</l>
               <l>Now hotte, now colde, and eft in feruence:</l>
               <l>That miſſe is, is cauſed of negligence,</l>
               <l>And not of malice, therefore beth merciable,</l>
               <l>A faithfull harte ever is acceptable.</l>
            </lg>
            <div type="envoy">
               <head>¶Lenuoye.</head>
               <l>Forth complaint, forth lacking eloquence,</l>
               <l>Forth little letter of enditing lame,</l>
               <l>I have beſought my ladies Sapience,</l>
               <l>Of thy behalfe, to accept in game,</l>
               <l>Thine inabilitie, doe thou the ſame:</l>
               <l>Abide, have more yet: Ie ſerve Ioueſſe,</l>
               <l>Now forth, I cloſe thee in holy Venus name,</l>
               <l>Thee ſhall vncloſe my harts governereſſe.</l>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="Boetius' Consolation of Philosophy" type="work">
            <head>Boecius de Conſolatione Philoſophiae.</head>
            <head type="sub">In this Book are handled high and hard obſcure Points, viz. The purveyance of God; The force
of Deſtiny; The freedom of our Wills; and the infallible Preſcience of the Almighty; and
that the Contemplation of God himſelf is our Summum bonunt.</head>
            <div n="1" type="book">
               <head>Carmina qui quondam ſtudio florenti peregi
Flebilis heu moeſtos coger inire modos.</head>
               <p>ALas, I weeping am conſtrained to
begin verſe of ſorrowful matter, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
whilom in floriſhing ſtudie made de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>litable
ditees. For lo, rending Mu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes
of Poets, enditen to me things to be
written, and drerie teates. At laſte no drede
ne might overcome tho muſes, that they
ne werren fellowes, and folowden my way,
that is to ſay: when I was exiled, they that
weren of my youth, whilom weelful and
grene, comforten now ſorowful wierdes of
me old man: for elde is commen unwarely
vpon me, haſted by the harmes that I have,
and ſorrow hath commaunded his age to be
in me. Heeres hore aren ſhad overtimeliche
vpon my head: and the ſtacke skinne trem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bleth
of mine empted body. Thilke death of
menne is weleful, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ne commeth not in yeres
that be ſwet, but commeth to wretches often
y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>leped: Alas, alas, with how deafe an eare
death cruell turneth away from wretches,
and <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>aieth for to cloſe weepying iyen. While
Fortune vnfaithfull, fauoured me with light
goodes, the ſorowful houre, that is to ſay, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
death, had almoſt dreint mine hedde: but now
for Fortune cloudie, hath chaunged her de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiueable
chere to meward, mine vnpitous
life draweth along vngreable dwellings. O
ye my frends, what, or whereto auaunted ye
me to been wilfull? For he that hath fallen,
ſtode in no ſtedfaſt degree.</p>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Haec dum mecum tacitus ipſe reputarem, queri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>moniamque
lacrimabilem ſtili Officio deſigna<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rem;
aſtitiſſe mihi ſupra verticem viſa eſt mu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lie<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
reverendi admodum vultus, oculis arden<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tibus,
&amp; ultra communem, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>IN the mean while, that I ſtil recorded
theſe thynges with my ſelf, and marked
my wepely complainte, with office of poin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctell:
I ſaugh ſtondyng abouen the hight of
mine hed a woman of full great reuerence,
by ſemblant. Her iyen brennyng &amp; clere, ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yng
ouer y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> common might of men, with a
liuely colour, &amp; with ſoch vigour &amp; ſtrength
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> it ne might not been nempned, all were it
ſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhe were full of ſo great age, that menne
woulden not trowen in no manere that ſhe
were of our elde.</p>
                  <p>The ſtature of her was of doutous iudge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
for ſometime ſhe conſtrained &amp; ſhronke
her ſeluen, like to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> common meaſure of men:
And ſometime it ſeemed, that ſhe touched y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
heaven, with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> hight of her hedde. And when
ſhe houe her hedde higher, ſhe perced y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſelfe
heauen ſo that the ſight of men looking was
in idell: her clothes were maked of right delie
thredes, &amp; ſubtell craft of per durable mattier.
The which clothes ſhee had wouen with her
owne honds, as I knew well after, by her ſelfe
declaring, &amp; ſhewing to me the beauty: The
which clothes a darkeneſſe of a forleten and
diſpiſed elde had dusked and darked, as it is
wonte to darke by ſmoked Images.</p>
                  <p>In the nethereſt hemme or border of theſe
clothes, men redde iwouen therein, a Grekiſh
A. that ſignifieth the life Actiue: &amp; aboue that
letter, in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hieſt bordure, a Grekiſh C. y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nifieth
the lyfe Contemplatife. And betwene
theſe two letters, there were ſeen degrees no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bly
wrought in maner of ladders, by which
degrees men might climben from the nethe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reſt
letter to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> vppereſt: natheleſſe, handes
of ſome men hadden kerue that cloth by vio<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lence
or by ſtrength, &amp; eueriche man of hem
had borne away ſuch peces as he might get<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten.
And forſothe this foreſaid woman bare
ſmall bookes in her right hand, &amp; in her left
hand ſhe bare a Scepter. And when ſhe ſawe
theſe Poeticall Muſes approching about my
bed, and endityng wordes to my wepinges,
ſhe was a little amoued, &amp; glowe o with cru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ell
iyen. Who (qd. ſhe) hath ſuffred approchen
to this ſicke man, theſe commen ſtrompets,
of which is the place that men callen Thea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tre,
the which onely ne aſſwagen not his ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rowes
<pb n="357" facs="tcp:51487:197"/>
with remedies, but they would feden
and noriſh him with ſwete venime? Forſoth,
that been tho that with thornes, &amp; prickings
of talentes of affections, which that been no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
fructuous nor profitable, diſtroyen the
Come, plentuous of fruictes of reaſon. For
they holden hartes of men in vſage, but they
ne deliuer no folke fro malady. But if y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Mu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes
had withdrawen fro me with your flatte<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ries,
any an vnconnyng &amp; vnprofitable man,
as been wont to finde commenly among y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
people, I would well ſuffre the laſſe greuouſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly.
For why, in ſoche an vnprofitable man,
myne ententes were nothyng endammaged.
But ye withdrowen fro me this man, that
hath been noriſhed in my ſtudies or ſcoles of
Eleaticis, &amp; of Achademicis in Grece. But
goeth now rather away yee Metmaydens,
which that been ſwete, till it be at the laſt, &amp;
ſuffreth this man to be cured and healed by
my Muſes, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, by my notefull Sci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ences.
And thus this company of muſes ibla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>med,
caſten wrothly their chere douneward
to the yearth, and ſhewing by redneſſe her
ſhame, they paſſeden ſorowfully the threſhold.
And I of whom the ſight plounged in teares
was darked, ſo that I ne might not know
what that woman was, of ſo Imperiall auc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thoritie,
I wo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e all abaſhed and aſtonied, &amp;
caſt my ſight doune to the yearth and began
ſtill for to abide what ſhe would doen after<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward.
Then came ſhe nere, &amp; ſet her doune
vpon the vttereſt corner of my bed, &amp; ſhe be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>holding
my chere, that was caſt to the yearth,
heauy &amp; greuous of weeping, complained with
theſe wordes (that I ſhall <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aine) the pertur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bation
of my thought.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Heu quam praecipiti merſa profundo. Mens habet,
&amp; propria luce relicta. Tendit ad externas ire
tenebras. Terrenis quoties flatibus acta. Creſcit
in immenſum noxia cura. Hic quondam coelo
liber aperto, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>ALas, how the thought of this manne,
dreinte in ouerthrowing depeneſſe, dul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth
&amp; foreleteth his proper cleereneſſe, mint<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yng
to gone into forayne darkneſſe, as oft as
his anoious beſineſſe wexeth without mea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſure,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is driuen with worldly Windes. This
manne that whilome was free, to whome
the heauen was open and knowen, and was
wont to gone in heauenly pathes, &amp; ſawe the
lightneſſe of the redde Sunne, and beheld y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
Sterres of the cold Moone, &amp; which Sterre
in heauen vſeth wandring recourſes y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>lit by di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uers
ſpheres. This man ouercomer had com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>prehended
al this thing, by nomber of accomp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
in Aſtronomie. And ouer this, hee was
wont to ſeken the cauſes, whence y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſowning
windes mouen, and beſien the ſmothe water
of the Sea. And what Spirite tourneth the
stable heauen, And why the Sterre riſeth out
of the red Eaſt, to fallen in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> weſtren waues.
And what attempreth the luſtie houres of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
firſt Sommer ſeaſon, and highteth and appa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rayleth
the yearth with roſie floures. And
who maketh the plumtuous Autumpne, in
full yeres fleeten with heauie Grapes. And
eke this manne was wont to tell the diuers
cauſes of nature that were hidde. Alas, how
lightly is empted the light of his thought, &amp;
his necke is preſſed with heauy chaines, and
beareth his chere enclined adoune for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> great
weight, &amp; is conſtrained to looken on the foo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>liſh
yearth.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Sed magis medicinae (inquit) tempus eſt quam
querelae. Boe. Tum vero totis in me intenta lu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>minibus.
Philo. Tu ne ille es (ait) qui noſtro
quondam lacte nutritus, noſtris educatus ali<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mentis,
in virilis animi robur evaſeras, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BUt time is now of Medicine (qd. ſhe)
more than complaint. Forſooth then ſhee
entending to mewarde, with all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lookyng of
her iyen, ſaied. Art nat thou he (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> whi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lom
I nouriſhed with my milke, and foſtred
with my meats, were eſcaped &amp; commen to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
courage of a parfite man? Certes, I yaue thee
ſoche armours, that if thou thy ſelf ne haddeſt
firſt caſt hem away, they ſhoulden haue defen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
thee in ſikerneſſe, that may not be ouerco<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men.
Knoweſt thou not me? Why art thou
ſtil? Is it for ſhame, or for aſtoniyng? It were
me leuer it were for ſhame, but it ſeemeth me
that aſtoniyng hath oppreſſed thee. And when
ſhe ſawe me not onely ſtill, but rather without
office of tongue, and all dombe, ſhe layed her
hand ſoftely on my breaſt, and ſaied: Here is
no perill (qd. ſhe) he is fallen into a litarge,
which that is a common ſickneſſe to hartes
that been deceiued. He hath a little foryeten
himſelfe. But certes, he ſhall lightly remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bren
himſelf, if ſo be that he hath knowen me
er now. And that he may doen ſo, I will wipe
his iyen a little, that be darked by the cloud of
mortall things. Theſe wordes ſaied ſhe, and
with the lappe of her garment, iplited in a
frounce, ſhe dried mine iyen, that weren full
of the waues of my weepings.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Tunc me diſcuſſa liquerunt nocte tenebre, Lu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>minibuſque
prior redit vigor. Ut cum praecipiti
glomerantur ſidera choro. Nimboſiſque polus
ſtetit imbribus. Sol later, ac nondum coelo ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nientibus
aſtris, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THus when that night was diſcuſſed a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way,
Darkneſſe forlette me, and to my
iyen repaired againe her firſt ſtrength. And
right as by enſample, as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Sunne is hidde
when the Sterres been couered with clouds,
by a ſwift wind that hight Chorus, and the
Firmament ſtant derked by were plungy
clouds: And that the Sterres not apperen
vpon y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> heauen, ſo that the night ſemed ſprad
vpon the yearth. If then the wind that hight
Boreas, iſent out of the Caue of the Coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>try
of Trace, beateth this night, that is to
ſaine, chaſeth it away, &amp; diſcouereth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cloſed
day, then ſhineth Phebus, iſhaked with ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daine
light, and ſmiteth with his beams in
marueyling iyen.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <pb n="358" facs="tcp:51487:198"/>
                  <head>Haud aliter triſtitiae nebulis diſſolutis, hauſi coe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lum,
&amp; ad cognoſcendam medicantis faciem,
mentem recepi. Itaque ubi in eam deduxi ocu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>los,
intuitum<expan>
                        <am>
                           <g ref="char:abque"/>
                        </am>
                        <ex>que</ex>
                     </expan> defixi, reſpicio nutricem meam,
in cujus ab adoleſcentia, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>RIght ſo and none otherwiſe, the
Cloudes of ſorrowe diſſolued, and
doen awaie, I tooke heauen, and receyued
mynd to knowen the face of my Phiſicien:
ſo that I ſette myne iyen vpon her, and fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtened
my looking. I beheld my Nourice
Philoſophie, in whoſe houſe I had conuerſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
fro my youth, and I ſaied thus. O thou
Maiſtreſſe of all vertues, diſcended from
the ſoueraine ſeate, why art thou commen
into this ſolitarie place of myne exile? Art
thou commen, for thou art made coulpa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
with me of falſe blames. O (qd. ſhe) my
nourice, ſhould I forſake thee now, and ſhould
I not parten with thee by commen trauayle,
the charge that thou haſte ſuffered for enuie
of my name? Certes it were not lefull ne fit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
to Philoſophie, to leten without compa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nie,
the way of him that is innocent: Shold
I then redout my blame, and agriſe though
there were befallen a new thing? For troweſt
thou that Philoſophie, be now alderfirſt aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſayled
in perilles, by folke of wicked maner?
Have I not ſtriuen with full grate ſtrife, in
old time, before the age of my Plato, ayenſt
the foolehardineſſe of foly? And eke the ſame
Plato liuyng, his Maiſter Socrates, deſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued
victorie of vnrightfull death in my pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſence.
The heritage of the which Socrates,
the heritage, is to ſaine the Doctrine, of the
which Socrates, in his opinion of felicite, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
I cleape welefulneſſ: when that the people of
Epicuriens and Stoiciens, and many other,
enforced them to go raviſh, every many for his
parte, that is to ſaine, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> everich of hem would
drawen, to the defence of his opinion, the
wordes of Socrates. They as in partie of
their praie, to droune me, criyng and debating
there ayenſt, and coruen &amp; renten my clothes,
that I had wouen with mine owne handes.
And with tho clothes that they had araced
out of my clothes, they wenten away, wening
that I had gone with hem euery dele. In
which Epicuriens &amp; Stoiciens, for as moch
as there ſemed ſome traces &amp; ſteppes of my
habite. The folie of wenyng tho Epicuriens
&amp; Stoiciens, my familiers, peruerted ſome,
through y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> errour of the wicked multitude of
hem: This is to ſain, for they ſemed Philoſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phers
they weren purſued to the death and
ſlaine. So if thou haſte not knowen the exi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ling
of Anaxagoras, ne the enpoyſoning of
Socrates, ne the tourments of Zeno, for they
weren ſtraungers, yet mighteſt thou haue
knowen the Senecas, the Canios, and the
Soranos: Of which folke, the renome is nei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
ouer olde ne vnſolempne. The whiche
men nothing els ne brought to the death, but
onely for they were enformed of my maners,
and ſemeden moſt vnlike to the ſtudies of
wicked folk. And for thy, thou oughteſt not to
wondren, though that I in the bitter Sea, be
driuen with tempeſts blowing about. In the
whiche this is my moſte purpoſe, that is to
ſaine, to diſpleaſen wicked men. Of whiche
ſhrewes, all be the hoſte neuer ſo great, it is to
diſpiſe, for it is not governed with no leader
of reaſon, but it is rauiſhed onely by fletyng
errour, folily aud lightly. And if they ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tyme
make an hooſte ayenſt vs, aſſaile vs as
ſtrenger: our leader draweth together his
richeſſes into his Toure, &amp; they been enten<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tife,
about ſarpleris or ſachelles, vnprofitable
for to taken. But we then been high abouen,
ſiker from all tumulte and woode noyſe,
wareneſtored and encloſed in ſoche a Paleis,
whither as the clatering or anoiyng folie
may not attaine, we ſcorne ſoch raveners, and
henters of fouleſt things.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quiſquis compoſito ſerenus evo, Fatum ſub pedi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bus
egit ſuperbum: Fortunam<expan>
                        <am>
                           <g ref="char:abque"/>
                        </am>
                        <ex>que</ex>
                     </expan> tuens utram<expan>
                        <am>
                           <g ref="char:abque"/>
                        </am>
                        <ex>que</ex>
                     </expan>
rectus, Invictum potuit tenere vultum, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>* WHo ſo it be that clear of vertue, ſad,
and well ordinate of living, that hath
put vnder foote the proude wierdes, and look<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
vpright vpon eyther Fortune, hee may
holden his chere vndiſcomfited.</p>
                  <p>The rages ne the manaces of the ſea, com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>moving
and chaſing vnware, heate from the
bottome, ne ſhall not move that man, ne the
vnſtable Mountaigne that hight Veſenus,
that writheth out through his broken Chime<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neis,
ſmoking Fires, ne the way of Thonder
leites that is wonte to ſmiten high Coures,
ne ſhall not move that man. Whereto then
wretches drede ye Tyrants, that been wood,
&amp; felonnous with any ſtrength? * Hope after
nothing, ne drede thou not: and ſo ſhalt thou
diſarmen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ire of thilke vnmighty Tiraunt.
But who that quaking dredeth, or deſireth
thing that is not ſtable of his right, that man
that ſo doeth, hath caſt away his ſhilde, and is
remoued fro his place, &amp; enlaſeth him in the
chaine, with the which he may be drawen.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Sentis ne (inquit) haec? Atque animo illabuntur
tuo? Expers ne es lyrae? Quid fles? Quid la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chrimis
manas? Si operam medicantis expectas,
oportet ut vulnus detegas tuum, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>FEleſt thou (qd. ſhee) theſe things? And en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tren
they aught in thy courage? Art
thou like an Aſſe to the Harp? Why wepeſt
thou? Why ſpilleſt thou teares? * If thou a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bideſt
after helpe of the Leche, thee behoveth
diſcover thy wound? Tho I had gathered
ſtrength in my courage, and aunſwered and
ſayd: And needeth it (qd. I) of rehearſing, or of
amonicion, &amp; ſheweth it not inough by him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe,
the ſharpenes that wexeth woode againſt
mee. Ne moueth it not thee to ſee the face, or
the maner of this place? Is this the Librarie
that thou haddeſt choſen for a right certaine
liege, to thee in mine hous there as thou diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>puteſt
oft with me of the Science of things,
touching diuinite, and touching mankinde?
<pb n="359" facs="tcp:51487:198"/>
Was then mine habite ſoche as it is now?
was my face or chere, ſoche as it is now, when
I ſought with the ſecretes of nature, when
thou enformedeſt my maners, &amp; the reaſon
of al my lyfe, to thenſample of thorder of hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen:
Is not this the guerdon that I referre
to thee, to whom I have be obeyſaunt? Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
thou enformedeſt by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Mouth of Plato
this ſentence, that is to ſaine: That comen
things or communalties weren bliſful, if they
that had ſtudied all fully to wiſedome, gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neden
thilke thinges: or els it ſo befell, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
the gouernours of communalties, ſtudien to
get wiſedome. Thou ſaideſt eke by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> mouth
of the ſayd Plato, that it was a neceſſarie
cauſe, wiſemen to taken &amp; deſiren the gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce
of comen thinges, for that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> gover<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce
of Citees, ileft in the handes of felo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nous
tourmentors, citizeins ne ſhoulden not
bringen in peſtilence and diſtruction to good
folke. And therefore I followyng thilke au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thours,
deſired to put foorth in execucion &amp;
in act, of commen adminiſtracion thilke
things, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I had learned of thee emong my ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>crete
veſting whiles, thou &amp; GOD, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> put in
the thoughts of wiſe folke, been knowen with
me, that nothing ne brought me to maſtrie or
dignitie, but the common ſtudie of all good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſs.
And therefore commeth it, that between
wicked folke &amp; me haue been greuous diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cordes,
that ne mighten not bee releaſed by
Prayers: for this libertie hath the freedome
of conſcience, that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wrathe of more mighty
folke, hath alway been diſpiſed of me, for ſaua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
of right. How oft have I reſiſted and
withſtand y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> man y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hight Canigaſt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> made
alway thaſſaut ayenſt y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> proſper fortunes of
poore feoble folke? How oft eke have I put of
or caſt out him Triguill, Prouoſt of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Kings
hous, bothe of the wrongs that he had begon
to doen, and eke fully performed. How often
haue I couered and defended by the aucthori<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
of me, put ayenſt perils, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſaine, put
myne aucthoritie in perill, for the wretched
poore folke, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the couetiſe of ſtraungers vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>puniſhed,
turmenteden alway with miſeaſes,
and greuaunces out of number? Neuer man
yet drowe me fro right to wrong. When I
ſawe the Fortunes and the richeſſes of the
people of the Prouinces been harmed and
amenuſed, eyther by priuy rauenes, or by com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
tributes or cariages, as ſory was I as
they that ſuffreden the harme. Gloſe. When
Theoderike King of Gothes in a dedde year
had his garners full of Corn, &amp; commaun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> no man ſhould buye no corne, till his
corne were ſold, and at a greuous dear price:
Beoce withſtood y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ordinaunce, &amp; ouercame
it, knowing al this y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> king Theodorike him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe.
Coempcion is to ſay, commen achate
or buiyng together, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> were eſtabliſhed vpon
the people, by ſoch a maner of impoſicion, as
who ſo bought a buſhel of Corne, he muſt ye<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen
the king y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fiueth parte. Cextus. When
it was in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſore hongry time, there was eſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bliſhed
greuous &amp; vnprofitable coempcion,
that men ſeen well, it ſhould greatly tour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>menten
&amp; endomagen all the Prouince of
Campaine. I tooke ſtriſe ayenſt y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Prouoſt
of the Pretorie, for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> common profite. And y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
knowyng of it, I ouercame it, ſo that the
coempcion was not asked, ne tooke effect.</p>
                  <p>Pauline a Counſailour of Roome, the ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheſſes
of the whiche Pauline, the hondes of
the Paleis, that is to ſay, the officers woul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
haue deuoured by hope and couetiſe: yet
drowe I out of the jowes of hem that gape<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den.
And for as much as the payne of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cuſacion
adiudged beforne, ne ſhould not ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dainly
henten, ne puniſhen wrongfully Albine
a Counſailour of Roome, I putte me ayenſt
the hates and indignacions of the accuſour,
Cyprian. Is it not then inough ſens that I
haue purchaſed great diſcords ayenſt my ſelf?
But I ought be more aſſured ayenſt other
folke, that for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> loue of right wiſeneſſe I ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uer
reſerued nothing to my ſelf, to hemward
of the kings hall, by which I were the more
ſiker. But through tho ſame accuſours accu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing,
I am condempned. Of the nomber of
which accuſours, one Baſilius that whilome
was chaſed out of the Kings ſeruice, is now
compelled in accuſing of my name, for need
of foraine money.</p>
                  <p>Alſo, Opilion and Gaudencius, haue accu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
mee: All be it ſo that the Iuſtice Regall
had whilome deemed theim bothe to gon in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
exile, for her tretcheries and fraudes with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
number. To which judgement they nol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
not obey, but defended hem by the ſiker<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of holy houſes, that is to ſain, fledden in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
Seintewarie: And then when this was
apperceyued by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> King, he commaunded, but
if they auoyded the Citee of Rauenne, by cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tayne
day aſſigned, that men ſhould marken
hem on the forehedde with an hote yron, and
chaſen hem out of the toun. Now what thing
ſeemeth might be likened to this cruelty, for
certes, this ſame day was receyued, the accu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing
of my name by thilke ſame accuſoures?
What may be ſaied hereto? Hath my ſtudie
and my coning deſerued thus, or els the fore<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaied
dampnacion of me, made them rightful
accuſours or no? Was not Fortune aſha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>med
of this? Certes, all had not Fortune
ben aſhamed, that innocence was accuſed, yet
ought ſhe haue had ſhame of the filth of mine
accuſours. But aske thou in ſome, of what
gilte I am accuſed. Men ſaine that I would
ſauen the company of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Senatours. And de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſireſt
thou to heren in what maner I am ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cuſed,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I ſhould have diſtourbed y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> accuſour
to bearen Letters, by which hee ſhould haue
made the Senatours giltie, ayenſt the Kings
royall Majeſtie. O Maiſtreſſe, what demeſt
thou of this? Shal I forſake this blame that
I ne no ſhame to thee? Certes, I haue
would it (y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſay) the ſauacion of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Se<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nate,
ne I ſhall neuer let to wilne it, &amp; that
I confeſſe &amp; am know, but the entente of
the accuſour to been diſtourbed, ſhall ceaſe.
Shall I clepe that a felony or a ſinne, that I
<pb n="360" facs="tcp:51487:199"/>
haue deſired the ſanacion of the order of the
Senate. And certes, had thilk ſame Senate
doen through her decretes &amp; her judgments,
as though it were a ſinne &amp; a felony, that is
to wilne the ſauacion of them. But folie that
lieth alway to himſelf, may not chaunge the
merite of things, ne I trow not by the judge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
of Socrates, that it were lefull to me
to hide the ſooth, ne aſſent to leaſings: but
certes, howſoeuer it be of this, I putte it to
geſſen or priſen, of the judgement of thee, &amp;
of wiſe folke, of which thing all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ordinaunce
and the ſooth (for as much as folk that ben to
comen after our days, ſhall knowenit) I haue
putte it in Scripture, and in remembraunce.
For touchyng the Letters falſely made, by
which Letters I am accuſed to haue hoped
the freedome of Rome, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> appertaineth me
to ſpeaken thereof. Of which Letters, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fraud
had been ſhewed apertly, if I had had libertie
for to haue vſed &amp; been at confeſſion of mine
accuſours, the which thing in all needs hath
great ſtrength. For what other freedom may
men hopen? Certes, I would that ſome other
freedom might be hoped, I would then haue
anſwered by the words of a man that hight
Camus: for when he was accuſed of Canius,
Ceſar Germanes ſonne, that he was know<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
and conſenting of a coniuration made a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yenſt
him: This Canius aunſwered thus:
If I had wiſt it, thou haddeſt not wiſt it. In
which thing ſorrow hath not ſo dulled my
witte, that I plaine onely, that ſhreud folke
apparailen Fellonies againſt vertue, but I
wonder greatly, how that they may perform
thyngs that they haue hoped for to doen, for
why ne will ne ſhreudneſſe that commeth per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>auenture
of our defaut. But it is like a
Monſter and a maruail, how that in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent
ſight of God may been atcheued &amp; per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>formed
ſuch thyngs, as euery fellonous
manne hath conceyued in his thought a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gainſt
innocents. For which thing, one of
thy familiers, not vnskilfully, asked thus: If
God is, whence commen wicked things.
But al had it been leful, that fellonous folk,
that now deſiren the blood and the death of
all good men, and eke of the Senate, haue
wilned to gone deſtroyen me, whom they
haue ſeen alway batailen and defenden good
men, and eke all the Senate, that had not
deſerued of the fathers (that is to ſain, of
the Senatours) that they ſhoulden will my
deſtruction. Thou remembreſt wel as I geſſe,
that when I would doen or ſain any thing,
thou thy ſelfe alway preſent ruledeſt me.</p>
                  <p>At the citie of Verone, when that the king,
gredie of common ſlaughter, caſt him to
tranſporten vpon all the order of the Senate
the guilt of his royal Maieſtie, of the which
gilt that Albin was accuſed: with how great
ſikerneſſe of peril to me, defended I all the
Senate: Thou woteſt well that I ſay ſooth,
ne I ne auaunted me neuer in prayſing of
my ſelf: For alway, when any wight recei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueth
precious renome in auaunting of him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelf
or his werkes, he amenuſeth the ſecree
of his conſcience.</p>
                  <p>But now thou mayeſt well ſeene to what
end I am comen for mine innocencie, I re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiue
paine of falſe Fellonie, for guerdoun
of very vertue. And what open confeſſion of
fellome had euer Iudges ſo accordaunt
in crueltie, that is to ſain, as mine accuſing
hath, that eyther errour of mans wit, or els
condition of Fortune, that is vncertain un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
all mortal folke, ne ſubmitted ſome of hem,
that is to ſay, that it ne enclined ſome Iudge
to haue pitie or compaſſion. For although I
had been accuſed, that I would brenne holy
houſes, and ſtrangle Prieſts with wicked
ſwearde, or that I had greithed death to all
good men, algates the ſentence ſhould have
puniſhed me preſent, confeſſed and conuict.</p>
                  <p>But now I am remoued from y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Citie of
Rome almoſt fiue hundred thouſand paas, I
am without defence dampned to proſcripti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
&amp; to death, for the ſtudies &amp; bounties that
I haue doen to the Senate. But o well been
they worthy of merite: as who ſayeth, nay,
there might yet neuer none of hem be conuict
of ſuch a blame as mine is, of which treſpace,
mine accuſours ſeen full well y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> dignitie, for
they would darken it with medling of ſome
fellonie. They baren me on hond, and ſayd,
that I had pollute &amp; defouled my conſcience
with Sacriledge, for couetiſe of dignitie: &amp;
certes, thou thy ſelf that art planted in me,
chaſedeſt out of the ſiege of my courage all
couetiſe of mortal things, ne Sacriledge ne
had no leaue to haue a place in me before
thine eyen. For thou droppedeſt euery day in
mine ears, &amp; in my thought, thilke command<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
of Pythagoras, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſay: * Menne
ſhall ſeruen to God, &amp; not to goddes. Ne it
was not conuenient, ne none need to taken
help of the fouleſt ſpirits. I that thou haſt
ordained, and ſet in ſuch excellence, that thou
madeſt me like to God, &amp; ouer this, the right
clean ſecret chamber of mine houſe, that is to
ſay, my wife, &amp; the companie of mine honeſt
friends, &amp; my wiues father, as well holy as
worthy to be reuerenced for his deeds, defen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
me from al ſuſpection of ſuch blame.
But oh malice. For they that accuſen me, ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Philoſophy faith of ſo great blame,
for they trowen, that I haue had affinitie to
malefice or enchauntment, becauſe that I am
repleniſhed and fulfilled with thy teachings,
and enformed of thy maners. And thus it ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ficeth
not only, that thy reuerence ne auail me
naught, but if thou of thy free will rather he
blemiſhed with mine oftencion. But certes,
to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> harms y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I haue, there betideth yet this
encreaſe of harm, that the gueſſing and the
iudgement of much folke, ne looken nothing
to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> deſerts of things, but only to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> auenture
of fortune, &amp; iudgen that only ſuch things
ben purueyed of God, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> temporal wil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fulneſſe
commaundeth. Gloſa. As thus, that
if a wight haue proſperity, he is a good man,
and worthy to haue that proſperitie: &amp; who
<pb n="361" facs="tcp:51487:199"/>
ſo hath aduerſitie, he is a wicked man, and
God hath forſake him, and he is worthy to
haue that aduerſitie. This is the opinion of
ſome folke, and thereof commeth that good
geſſing, firſt of all thing forſaked wretches.
Certes, it greeueth me to think right now,
in diuers ſentences that the people ſayth of
me: and thus much I ſay, * That the laſt
charge of contrarious Fortune, is this, that
when any blame is laied upon a caitife, men
wenen that he hath deſerued that he ſuffe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reth.
And I that am put away from good
men, and diſpoyled of dignities, and defoul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
of my name by geſſing, haue ſuffred tur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments
for my good deeds. Certes, me ſeem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,
that I ſee the felonous couines of wick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
men habounden in ioy and gladneſſe, and
I ſee, that euery lorell ſhapeth him to find
new fraudes for to accuſe good folk, and I ſee
that good folk be ouerthrown for drede of
my peril, and euery luxurious tourmentour
dare doen all fellonie unpuniſhed, &amp; be exci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted
there to by yefts, &amp; innocents be not only
diſpoiled of ſikerneſſe, but of defence, &amp; ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
me liſt to crien to God in this manner.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>O ſtelliferi Conditor Orbis, Qui perpetuo nixus
ſolio, Rapido Coelum turbine verſas, Legem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>que
pati ſidera cogis, ut nunc pleno lucida cor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nu.
Totis fratris obvia flammis. Condat ſtellas
Luna minores: Nunc obſcuro pallida cornu
Phoebo proprior lumina perdat, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THou maker of the wheele that beareth
the ſterres, which that art faſtened to
thy perdurable chaire, and turneſt the hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen
with a rauiſhing ſweigh, and conſtrai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſt
the ſterres to ſuffer thy Law: ſo that the
Moon ſometime ſhining with her ful horns,
meeting with all the beames of the Sun her
brother, hideth the ſterres that been leſſe. And
ſometime, when the Moon pale, with her dark
horns, approcheth the Sun, leſeth her lights:
and that the euin ſterre Heſperus, which that
in the firſt time of the night, bringeth firſt her
cold ariſing, cometh eft ayen her uſed courſe,
and is pale by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> morrow at riſing of the Sun,
and is then icleped Lucifer. Thou reſtrain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
the day by ſhorter dwelling, in the time
of the cold Winter, that maketh the leaues
fall. Thou diuideſt the ſwift tides of the
night, when the hote Summer is commen.
Thy might attempreth the variaunt ſeaſons
of the yeare, ſo that Zepherus, the debonaire
wind, bringeth ayen in the firſt Summer
ſeaſon the leaues that the wind that hight
Boreas hath reſt away in Autumne, that
is to ſay, the laſt end of Summer: and the
ſeeds that the ſterre that hight Arcturus ſew,
be woxen high corns, when the ſterre Sirius
enchaſeth hem. There is nothing unboun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
from this old Law, ne forletteth the werk
of his proper eſtate.</p>
                  <p>O thou gouernour, gouerning all things by
certain end, why refuleſt thou only to gouern
the werks of men by due manner: Why ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>freſt
thou, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſliding fortune turneth ſo great
enterchaunges of things, ſo that annoyous
paine that ſhould duly puniſh Felons, puni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſheth
Innocents: And folk of wicked man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ners
ſitten in high chaires, and annoying
folke, treden (and that unrightfully) on the
necks of holy men. And vertue clere and
ſhining naturally, is hid in derk derkneſſes,
and the rightfull man beareth the paine and
the blame of the fellons. Ne the forſwearing,
ne the fraud couerd and kempt with a falſe
colour, ne annoieth not to ſhrewdneſſe, the
which ſhrewdneſſe, when hem liſt uſen her
ſtrength, they reioycen hem to put under
hem the ſoueraigne kings, which that the
people without number dreden. O thou,
whatſoeuer thou be that knitteſt all bonds
of things, look on theſe wretched earths,
we men that been not a foule partie, but a
faire part of ſo great a werke, we been tour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mented
in this ſee of fortune. Thou gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nor,
withdraw and reſtraine the rauiſhing
floods, and faſten and ferme theſe earths
ſtable, with thilke bond, with which thou
gouerneſt heauen, that is ſo large.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Haec ubi continuato dolore delatravi: illa vultu
placido, nihilque meis queſtubus mota. Phi.
Cum te (inquit) moeſtum, lachrymantemque
vidiſſem: illico miſerum exulemque cognovi.
Sed quam id longinquum eſſer exilium.</head>
                  <p>WHen I had with a continual ſorrowe
ſobbed, or broken out theſe thinges,
ſhe with her chere peſible and nothing amo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved
with my complaints, ſaid thus. When
I ſaw thee (qd. ſhe) ſorrowful and weeping, I
wiſt anon that thou were a wretch &amp; exiled:
But I wiſt neuer how ferre thine exile was, if
thy tale ne had yſhewed it me. But certes, all
be thou ferre fro thy countrey, thou nart not
putte out of it, but thou haſt fayled of thy
way, and gone amiſſe. And if thou haſt leuer
for to wene that thou be put out of thy coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>try,
then haſt thou put out thy ſelfe, rather
than any other wight hath: for no wight (but
thou thy ſelfe) ne might neuer haue done that
to thee. For if thou remember thee of what
countrey thou art borne, it nis not gouerned
by Emperours, ne by gouernment of multi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tude,
as weren y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> countries of hem of Athens:
but one Lord, &amp; one King, and that is God,
that is Lord of thy country, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> reioy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
him of the dwelling of his citizens, and
not for to put hem in exile. Of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> which Lord,
it is a feeedome to be gouerned by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bridle of
him, &amp; obey to his iuſtice. Haſt thou forgot<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
thilke old law of thy citie, in the which ci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
it is ordained and eſtabliſhed, That what
wight hath leuer found therin his <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eat or his
houſe, than els where, he may nat be exiled by
no right from that place? For who ſo that is
contained within the paleis of thilk city, there
is no drede that he may deſerue to be exiled.
But who that letteth the will tenhabit there,
he forletteth alſo to deſerue to be a citezein of
<pb n="362" facs="tcp:51487:200"/>
thilke citie. So y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ſay, that the face of this
place ne moueth me not ſo mikell, as thine
owne face. Ne I ne aske not rather y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wals
of thy librarie, apparailed and wrought with
yuorie and with glaſſe, than after the ſeat of
thy thoght, in which I put nat whilom books,
but I put that that maketh bookes worthy of
price, or precious, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, ſentence of my
bookes. And certainly, of thy deſerts beſtowed
in common good, thou haſt ſaid ſooth, but af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> multitude of thy good deeds, thou haſt
ſaid few. And of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> honeſtie or of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> falſeneſſe
of things that ben oppoſed againſt thee, thou
haſt remembred things that be knowne to all
folke. And of the felonies and frauds of thine
accuſours, it ſeemeth thee to haue touched it,
forſooth rightfully and ſhortly, all mighten
tho ſame things better and more plenteouſly
been couth in the mouth of the people, that
knoweth all this. Thou haſte eke blamed
greatly &amp; complained of the wrongfull deed
of the Senate. And thou haſt ſorrowed for my
blame, &amp; thou haſt wopen for the dommage
of thy renoun that is apaired, and thy laſt ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
enchaſed ayen fortune, complayneſt the
guerdons, ne be not euenly yolden to the de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerts
of folke. And in thy latter end of thy
wood muſe, thou prayedſt that thilke peace y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
governeth the heauen, ſhould governe the
earth. But for that many tribulations of af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fections
have aſſailed thee, &amp; ſorrow, and ire,
and weping, to draw thee diverſly, as thou
art now feeble of thought, mightier reme<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies
ne ſhullen not yet touchen thee, for w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi>
we willen ſomdele uſen lighter medecines, ſo
ſo that thilke paſſions that be waxen hard in
ſwelling, by perturbations flowing into thy
thoght, mowen waxe eaſie &amp; ſoft, to receiue y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
ſtrength of a more mightie &amp; more eagre
medicine, by an eaſier touching.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Cum Phoebi radiis grave Cancri ſidus inaeſtuat,
Tum qui largo negantibus, Sulcis ſemina cre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>didit,
Eluſus Cereris fide, Quarnas pergat ad ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bores.
Nunquam purpureum nemus lecturus
violas petas, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHen that the heauie ſterre of the Can<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cre
enchaſeth by the beams of Phe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bus,
that is to ſayne, When that Phebus y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
ſunne is in the ſigne of Cancre, who ſo
yeueth then largely his ſeeds to the fields
that refuſen to receiue hem, let him gone
beguiled of truſt that he had to his corne, to
Achornes of Okes. If thou wilt gather Vio<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lets,
ne goe thou nat to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> purple wood, when
the field chirkinge, agriſeth of colde, by
the feleneſſe of the winde, that hight Aqui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lone.
If thou deſire or wilt vſen grapes, ne
ſeek thou nat a gluttons honde to ſtrayne
and preſſe the ſtalkes of the vine in the firſt
Summer ſeaſon. For Bacchus the god of
wine, hath rather yeuen his yeftes to Au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tumne,
the latter ende of ſummer. * God
tokeneth and aſſygneth the times, abling
hem to her proper offices, ne he ſuffereth
not the ſtounds, which that himſelfe hath
deuided and conſtrayned to beene imedled
togider: and for thy, he that forletteth
certaine ordinaunce of doing by ouerthrow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
way, he ne hath no glad iſſue or ende of
his werkes.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Primum igitur, pateris ne me pauculis rogationi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bus
ſtatum tuae mentis attingere, atque tentare?
ut quis modus ſit tuae curationis intelligam, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>FIrſt wouldeſt thou ſuffer mee to touch
and aſſay the eſtate of thought by a
few demaunds, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I may underſtond by
the maner of thy curacion? Aske me (qd. I)
at thy will, that thou wolt, &amp; I ſhall anſwer.
Tho ſayd ſhe thus: Whether weneſt thou
(qd. ſhe) that this world be gouerned fooliſhly
by haps &amp; fortunes, or els weneſt thou that
there be in it any gouernement of reaſon? B.
Certes (qd. I) I ne trowe nat in no manner,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſo certain things ſhould bee mooued by For<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tunous
fortune. But I wote well, that God,
maker &amp; maiſter, is gouernour of his werk,
ne was neuer yet day that might put me out
of the ſoothneſſe of that ſentence. P. So is
it (qd. ſhee) for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſame thing ſang thou a lit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tle
here beforne, and bewailedeſt and wepteſt,
that onely men were put out of the cure of
God, for of all other things thou ne doubteſt
nat, that they nere gouerued by reaſon. But
ough, I wonder certes greatly why y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou
art ſicke, ſens that thou art put in ſo holſome
a ſentence: But let vs ſeeken deeper, I con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jecte,
that there lacketh I not what. But ſay
me this. Sens that thou ne doubteſt not y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
this world be gouerned by God, with which
gouernaile takeſt thou heed that it is gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned?
Vnneth (qd. I) know I y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſentence of thy
queſtion, ſo that I ne may not yet anſweren
to thy demands. I was not deceiued (qd. ſhe)
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> there ne failed ſomewhat, by which y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> mala<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>die
of perturbation is crept into thy thought,
ſo as the ſtrength of thy paleis ſhining is o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pen:
but ſay me this. Remembreſt thou w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> end of things, &amp; whider the entention of all
kind tendeth? I haue heard told it ſome time
(qd. I) but drerineſſe hath dulled my memo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rie.
Certes (qd. ſhe) thou woteſt well whence
all things be comen, &amp; proceden. I wote well
(qd. I) &amp; aunſwerde, that God is beginning
of all. And how may this be (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſens
thou knoweſt the beginning of thinges, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
thou knoweſt nat what is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> end of thinges,
but ſuche beene y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cuſtomes of perturbation,
and this power they han, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they may moue
a man from his place, that is to ſay, from y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ſtableneſſe and perfection of his knowing:
but certes, they may nat al arace him, ne alien
him in all: but I would y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou woldeſt an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſwere
to this. Remembreſt thou y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou art
a man? B. Why ſhould I not remember y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
(qd. I.) Phi. Mayſt thou not tell me then (qd.
ſhe) what thing is a man? Asketh thou not me
(qd. I) whether y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I be a reaſonable mortall
<pb n="363" facs="tcp:51487:200"/>
beaſt, I wote well and confeſſe that I am it.
Wilt thou neuer yet that thou were any
other thing (qd. ſhe.) No (qd. I.) Now
well know I (qd. ſhe) other cauſe of thy
malady, and that right great: Thou haſt
left for to knowen thy ſelfe what thou art,
through which I haue plainly founden the
cauſe of thy malady, or els the entre of re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>couering
of thy heale. For why? For thou
art confounded with foryeting of thy ſelfe:
For thou ſorowdeſt that thou art exiled of
thy proper goods. And for thou ne wiſt what
is the end of things, for thy, demeſt thou
that fellonous and wicked men be mightie
and welefull: and for thou haſt foryetten by
which gouernments the world is gouerned,
for thy, weneſt thou that theſe mutations of
fortune fleten without gouernour. Theſe ben
the cauſes not only to malady, but certes
gret cauſes to death: But I thanke the
actour and the maker of heale, that nature
hath not all forleten thee. I haue great no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſhing
of thine heale, and that is the ſooth
ſentence of gouernaunce of the world, that
thou beleeueſt, that the gouerning of it is
not ſubiect ne underput to the folly of theſe
haps auenturous, but to the reaſon of God:
and therfore doubt thee nothing, for of this
little ſparke thine heat of life ſhall ſhine. But
for as much as it is not time yet of faſter
remedies, and the nature is of thoughts
thus deceiued, that as oft as they caſt away
ſooth opinions, they clothen hem in falſe
opinions. Of the which falſe opinions, the
derkeneſſe of perturbation wexeth up, that
confoundeth the very inſight. And that dark<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
ſhall I ſomewhat aſſay to maken thinne
and weak, by light and meaneliche reme<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies,
ſo that after that the darkeneſſe of de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceyuing
things be done away, thou may
know the ſhining of very light.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Nubibus atris condita nullum fundere poſſunt
ſidera lumen. Si mare voluens turbidus auſter
miſceat eſtum: Vitrea dudum, Parque ſerenis, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THe ſterres couered with black clouds
ne mow yeten adowne no light, if the
troubled wind that hight Auſter, turning
and wallowing the ſea, medeleth the heat,
that is to ſaine, the boyling up from the bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tome.
The waues that were whylome clear
as glaſſe, and like to the faire bright dayes,
withſtand anon the ſights of men, by the
filth and ordure that is reſolued. And the
fleeting ſtream that reileth doun diuerſly
from high mountaignes, is arreſted and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſiſted
oft time by the encounteriog of a ſtone,
that is departed and fallen from ſome roch.
And for thy, if thou wilt looken and deeme
ſooth with cleare light, and holden the way
with a right path, weiue thou ioy, driue fro
drede, fleme thou hope, ne let no ſorow ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>proch,
that is to ſaine, Let none of theſe
foure paſſions ouercome or blend thee. For
cloudie &amp; derke is thilke thought, &amp; bound
with bridles, where as theſe things reignen.</p>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit Liber primus.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="2" type="book">
               <head>Poſt haec pauliſper obticuit, atque ubi attentionem
meam modeſta taciturnitate collegit, ſic exhor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſa
eſt. Si poeuitus egritudinis tuae cauſas, habi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tumque,
&amp;c.</head>
               <p>AFter this ſhe ſlint a little, and after
that ſhe had gadered by a temper ſtyl<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
mine attencion, as who ſo might ſaine
thus: After theſe thynges ſhee ſlint a little,
and when ſhe apperceiued by a temper ſtil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
that I was ententiue to hearen her,
ſhe began to ſpeake in this wiſe. If I (qd.
ſhe) haue underſtonden and knowen utterly
the cauſes and the habite of thy maladye,
thou languiſheſt, and art defected for deſire
and talent of thy rather fortune. She that
ilke Fortune onely, that is chaunged as thou
faineſt to thee ward, hath peruerted the
clereneſſe and the eſtate of thy courage. I
underſtonding the felle or manyfold colours
and deceits of thilke maruailous monſter
Fortune, and how ſhe uſeth full flattering
familiaritie with hem that ſhe enforceth to
beguile, ſo long, till that ſhe confound with
unſufferable ſorrow hem that ſhe hath left
in deſpaire, unpurueyed. And if thou re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>membreſt
well the kind, the manners, and
the deſert of thilke Fortune, thou ſhalt well
knowe, that as in her thou neuer ne had<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deſt
ne haſte yloſte anie fayre thing: But
(as I trowe) I ſhall not greatly trauailen
to done thee remembren on theſe thinges.
For thou were wont to hurtelen and deſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>piſen
her with manly wordes, when ſhe was
blandiſhing and preſent, and purſudeſt her
with ſentences that weren drawen out of
mine entre, that is to ſay, of mine enfor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>macion:
but no ſuddaine mutacion ne be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tideth
not without a manner chaunging of
courages. And ſo it is befall, that thou art
a little departed fro y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> peace of thy thought,
but now is time y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou drinke &amp; ataſt ſome
ſoft and delitable things, ſo that when they
be entered within thee, it mowen make
way to ſtrenger drinkes of medecines.
Come now forth therefore the ſuaſion of
ſweetneſſe rethorien, which that goeth onely
the right way, while ſhe forſaketh not mine
eſtatutes. And with Rhetorike, come forth
Muſicke, a damoſel of our houſe, that ſin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>geth
now lighter moods or prolacions, and
now heauier. What eyleth thee man? What
is it that hath caſt thee into mourning &amp; in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
weeping? I trow that thou haſt ſeen ſome
new thing and uncouth? Thou weneſt that
fortune be chaunged ayen me, but thou weneſt
wrong, if that thou wene alway tho been her
manners. She hath rather kept as to thee
ward her proper ſtableneſſe in the changing
of her ſelfe: right ſuch was ſhe, when ſhe flat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tered
thee and deceiued thee with unleful li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kings
aud falſe wilfulneſſe. Thou haſt now
knowen and atteint the doubtous or double
viſage of thilke blind goddeſſe Fortune. She
that yet couereth and wimpleth her to other
folke, hath ſhewed her ſelfe euery dele to thee:
<pb n="364" facs="tcp:51487:201"/>
If thou approueſt her, &amp; thinkeſt, that ſhe is
good, uſe her manners, &amp; plain thee nat, and
if thou agriſeſt her falſe trecherie, deſpiſe and
caſt away her y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> plaieth ſo harmfully, for ſhe
that is now cauſe of ſo much ſorrow to thee,
ſhuld be to thee cauſe of peace &amp; of ioy. She
hath forſaken thee forſooth, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which that ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uer
man may be ſiker, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhe ne ſhall forſaken
him. Gloſe. But natheleſſe, ſome books haue
the text thus. For ſooth ſhe hath forſaken thee,
ne there nis no man ſiker, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhe ne hath not
forſaken. Holdeſt thou then thilk welefulneſſe
precious to thee that ſhall paſſen? and is pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent
fortune dere worth to thee, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> nis
not faithfull for to dwell, and when ſhe goeth
away, that ſhe bringeth a wight in ſorow? For
ſens ſhe may not bee withholden at a mans
will, ſhe maketh him a wretch when ſhe de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>parteth
fro him. What other thing is fleeting
fortune, but a manner ſhewing of wretched<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
that is to come. Ne it ſuffiſeth not only
to looken on thing that is preſent before the
eyen of a man, but wiſdom looketh and mea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſureth
the end of things, and the ſame chang<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
from one to another, that is to ſain, from
aduerſitie into proſperitie, maketh that the
menaces of fortune ne been not for to dreden,
ne the flattering to be deſired. Thus at laſt
it be hooueth the<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> to ſuffren with euell will in
pacience, all that is done within the floore of
fortune, that is to lay, in this world, ſith thou
half ones put thy neck vnder y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> yoke of her.
For if thou wolt writen a law of wending and
of dwelling to Fortune, which that thou haſt
choſen freely to ben thy lady: Art thou nat
wrongful in that, and makeſt Fortune wroth
and aſper by thine impacience, and yet thou
mayeſt nat chaungen her?</p>
               <p>If thou committeſt and betakeſt thy fails
to the wind, thou ſhalt be ſhouen, nat thider
that thou wouldeſt, but whider that the wind
ſhoueth thee. If thou caſteſt thy ſeeds in the
fields, thou ſhouldeſt haue in mind, that the
yeares been amongs other while plentuous,
and other whiie barrein. Thou haſt betaken
thy ſelf to the gouernaunce of Fortune, and
for thy, it behooueth thee to been obeyſant to
the maners of thy lady. Enforceſt thou thee
to arreſten or withholden the ſwiftneſſe &amp; the
ſweigh of her tourning wheel? O thou fool
of all mortal fools, if Fortune began to dwell
ſtable, ſhe ceaſed then to ben Fortune.</p>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Haec cum ſuperba verterit vices dextra, Ex aeſtuan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tis
more fertur Euripi. Dudum tremen dos ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>va
proterit reges, Humilemque victi ſublevat
fallax vultum. Non illa dura miſeros audit,
haud curat flerus, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHen Fortune with a proud right hand
withtourned her chaunging ſtounds,
ſhe fareth like the manners of the boiling
Euripe.</p>
                  <p>Gloſa. Euripe is an arme of the ſea, that
ebbeth and floweth, and ſomtime the ſtreme
is on o ſide, and ſomtime on that other.</p>
                  <p>Text. She cruell Fortune caſſeth adown
kings, that whylome weren ydrade, and ſhe
deceiuable, enhaunſeth vp the humble there
of him that is diſcomfited: ne ſhe neither
heareth ne recketh of wretched weepings.
And ſhe is ſo hard, that ſhe laugheth and
ſcorneth the weeping of hem, the which ſhe
hath maked to weep with her free will. Thus
ſhe playeth &amp; thus ſhe proueth her ſtrengths,
and ſheweth a great wonder to all her ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uants,
if that a wight is ſeen welefull, and
ouerthrowne in an houre.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Vellem autem pauca tecum, Fortunae ipſius ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bis
agitare. Tu igitur an jus poſtulet animad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>verte.
P. Quid tu ô homo ream me agis quoti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dianis
querelis, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>CErtes, I would pleaden with thee a
few things, vſing the words of For<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune:
take heed nowe thy ſelf, if that ſhe
ask right. O thou man, wherefore makeſt
thou me giltie by thine euery dayes plain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ings?</p>
                  <p>What wrong haue I done thee? w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> goods
haue I beraft thee, that were thine? Striue
or plete with me before what judge that thou
wilt, of the poſſeſſion, of richeſſes, or of digni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties,
and if thou maieſt ſhewen me, that euer
any mortall manne hath receyued any of tho
things, to ben his in proper, then will I
grant freely, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thilk things were thine, which
that thou askeſt. When that nature brought
thee forth out of thy mothers womb, I recei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued
thee naked and needie of all things, and
I nouriſhed thee with all my richeſſes, &amp; was
ready and ententife through my fauour to
ſuſtain thee: and that maketh thee now im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pacient
ayenſt me. And I enuironned thee
with all haboundance and ſhining of all
goods, that been in my right: now it liketh
me to withdraw mine hond. Thou haſt had
grace as he that hath vſed forraign goods.
Thou haſt no right to plain thee, as though
thou haddeſt vtterly forlorn all thy things.
Why plaineſt thou then? I haue done to thee
no wrong: richeſſes, honours, and ſuch other
things ben of my right: my ſeruants known
me for her lady: they come with me, and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>parten
when I wend. I dare well affirm
hardly, that if tho things, of which thou plain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
that thou haſt forlorn, had been thine,
thou ne hadſt not forlorn hem. Shall I then
be defended only to vſe my right? Certes, it
is lefull to the heauen to make clear days,
and after that, to ouercome tho ſame days
with derk nights. The year hath eke leaue to
apparaile the viſage of the earth, now with
floures, and now with fruit, and to confound
hem ſometime with rains and with cold.</p>
                  <p>The ſee hath eke his right, to ben ſomtime
caulm and blandiſhing, with ſmooth water,
and ſometime to be horrible, with waues and
with tempeſts. But couetiſe of men, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may
not be ſtanched, ſhal it bind me to be ſtedfaſt,
ſithen y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſtedfaſtneſſe is vncouth to my man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ners.
<pb n="365" facs="tcp:51487:201"/>
Such is my ſtrength, and ſuch play I
play commonly. I turn the whirling wheele
with the turning circle, I am glad to changen
the loweſt to the higheſt, &amp; the higheſt to the
loweſt. Worth up if thou wolt, ſo it be by this
law, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou ne hold nat that I do thee wrong,
though thou diſcend adown, when y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> reaſon
of my play asketh it. Woſt thou not how
Creſus, king of Lidians, of which king Cyrus
was ful ſore agaſt, a little beforne that this
Creſus was caught of Cyrus, &amp; ledde to the
fire to be brend, but that a rain diſcended from
heauen, that reſcowed him? And it is out of
mind, how that Paulus, Conſul of Rome,
when he had taken the king of Perciens, we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ped
pitouſly for the captivitie of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſelf king?
What other thing bewaylen the cryings of
tragedies, but only the deeds of fortune, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
with an aukward ſtroke ouertourneth the
realmes of great nobley. Gloſe. Tragedie
is to ſaine, a ditee of a proſperitie for a time,
that endeth in wretchedneſſe. Lernedeſt not
thou in Grece when thou were young, that in
the entre or in the ſeller of Iupiter, ther ben
couched two tonnes, that one is full of good,
that other is full of harme? What right
haſt thou to plaine, if thou haſt taken more
plentuouſly of the good ſide, that is to ſain, of
richeſſe, &amp; proſperite? And what eke if I be
not all departed fro thee? What eke if my
mutabilitie yeueth thee rightful cauſe of
hope to haue yet better things? natheleſſe,
diſmay thee not in thy thought. And thou y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
art put in the commune realm of all, ne
deſire not to liuen by thine own proper
right.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Si quantas rapidis flatibus incitus Pontus verſat
arenas. Aut quot ſtellifei is edita noctibus Coelo
Sidera fulgent: Tantas fundat opes, nec retra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hat
manum pleno copia cornu: Humanum mi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeras
haud ideo genus ceſſet flere querelas, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THough plentie, goddeſſe of riches, hylde
a downe with a full horne, and with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>drawe
not her hand, as many richeſſe as the
ſee tourneth upward ſands, when it is mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued
with rauiſhing blaſts, or els, as many
richeſſes as there ſhinen bright ſters in the
heauen on the ſterrie nights: yet for all
that, mankinde nolde not ceaſe to weepe
wretched plaints. And all be it ſo, that God
receyued her prayers, and yeueth hem as
full large much gold, and apparaileth co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uetous
folke with noble or clere honors:
yet ſeemeth him haue gotten nothing. But
alway cruel rauine deuouring all that they
haue gotten, ſheweth other gapings, that is
to ſay, gapen and deſiren yet after mo ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheſſes.
What bridles might withholden to
any certaine end the diſordinant couetie of
men, when euer the rather that it fleteth in
large yefts, the more brenneth in hem the
luſt of hauing? Certes, * He that quaking
and dredefull weneth himſelfe needy, he ne
liueth neuermore rich.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>His igitur, ſi pro ſe tecum, verbis fortuna loque<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>retur,
quid profecto contrahiſceres, non habe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>res.
At ſi quid eſt, quo querelam tuam jure
tuearis, proferas oportet.</head>
                  <p>THerefore if that fortune ſpeak with thee
for her ſelf in this manner, forſooth
thou ne hadſt nat what thou mighteſt an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſwere.
And if thou haſt any thing where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>with
thou mayeſt rightfully defenden thy
complaint, it behooueth thee to ſhewen, and
I woll yeuen to thee ſpace to tellen it. Bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ecius.
Certainely (qd. I then) theſe been
faire thinges, and annoynted with honey,
ſweetneſſe of Rhethorike and Muſick, and
only while they been heard and ſowne in
eares, they been delicious. But to wretches
it is a deeper felyng of harme, this is to
ſayne, that wretches feelen the harmes that
they ſuffer more greeuouſly, than the reme<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies
or the delights of theſe words may
gladden or conforten hem: So that when
theſe thinges ſtinten for to ſown in eares,
that ſorrow that is inſet, greueth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> thought.
P. Right ſo it doth (qd. ſhe.) For theſe ne
been yet no remedies of the maladie, but
they been a manner nouriſhing of thy ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rowes,
that rebell ayenſt thy curacion. For
when time is, I ſhall moue and ajuſt ſuch
things that peircen hem full deep. But na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>theleſſe
that thou ſhalt not wilne to leten thy
ſelf a wretch. Haſt thou foryeten the number
and the manner of thy welefulneſſe, I ſpeak
not how that the ſoueraign men of the Citie
tooke thee in cure and keeping, when. thou
were orphelyn of father and of mother, and
were choſen in affinitie of princes of the citie,
And thou beganne rather to be lefe &amp; deare,
than for to be a neyghbour, the which thyng
is the moſt precious kind of any propinqui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
or alliaunce that may been. Who is it
that ne ſayed tho, that thou ne were right
welefull, with ſo great nobley as thy fathers
in law, and with the chaſtitie of thy wife, and
with the opportunity and nobleſſe of thy maſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>culine
children, that is to ſayne, thy ſonnes?
And ouer all this (me liſt to paſſen of com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon
things) how thou haddeſt in thy youth
dignities, that were warned to old men: but
it deliteth me now to commen to the ſingular
up-heaping of thy welefulneſſe. If any fruite
or mortal thynges may haue any wight or
price of welefulneſſe, mighteſt thou euer for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yeten
for any charge of harme whiche might
befall, the remembraunce of thilke day, that
thou ſaw thy two ſons made counſailours,
and ladde together from thy houſe under ſo
great aſſemble of Senatours, and under the
blithneſſe of the people? And when thou ſaw
hem ſet in the court in high chaires of digni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties.
Thou Rhetorien or pronouncer of kings
praiſings, deſeruedeſt glory of wit and of elo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quence,
when thou ſitting between thy two
ſons, counſaylours, in the place that hight
Circo, and fulfille deſt the bidding of the mul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>titude
of people that was ſpradde about thee
<pb n="366" facs="tcp:51487:202"/>
with ſo large prayſing and laud, as men ſing
in victories. Tho yaue thou to Fortune, as I
trowe, that is to ſay, tho feoffedeſt thou For<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune
with glorious words, &amp; deceiue deſt her
when ſhe acoyed and nouriſhed thee as her
own delices. Thou bare away of Fortune a
yeſt, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſay, ſuch guerdon that ſhe neuer
yaue to private man. Wilt thou therefore
lay a reckning with Fortune? She hath now
firſt twidckled vpon thee with a wicked eye.
If thou conſider the number and the manner
of thy bliſſes and of thy ſorows, thou mayeſt
nat forſaken, that nart yet bliſful. For if ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
thou weneſt thy ſelf not welefull for tho
things that ſeemeden joyfull, ben paſſed,
there nis not why thou ſhouldeſt ſeem thy
ſelf a wretch, for things that ſemed now ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry,
paſſen alſo. Art thou now commen a ſud<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dain
gheſt into the ſhaddow or tabernacle
of this life? or troweſt thou that any ſtedfaſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
be in mans things? When oft a ſwift
hour diſſolueth the ſame man, that is to ſay,
when the ſoul departed from the body. For
although, that ſelde is there any faith that
fortunous things would dwellen: yet nathe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe,
the laſt day of a mans life is a manner
death to Fortune, and alſo to thike that hath
dwelt. And therefore what weneſt thou doth
recke, if thou forlet her in dying, or els that
ſhe Fortune forlete thee in flyen away.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Cum polo Phebus, roſeis quadrigis Lucem ſper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gere
caeperit, Pallet albentes hebetara vultus
Flammis ſtella permentibus, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHen Phebus the Sunne beginneth
to ſpreade his cleareneſſe with Roſen
charriots, then the ſterre dimmed, paleth her
white cheres by the flames of the ſunne that
ouer commeth the ſterre light: that is to
ſayne, when the ſunne is riſen, the day-ſterre
wexeth pale, and leſeth her light. For the
great lightneſſe of the ſunne, when the wood
wexeth rodie of roſen flours in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> firſt Sum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mer
ſeaſon, through the breath of the winde
Zepherus, that wexeth warme: if the cloudie
winde Auſter blowe fell liche, then goeth a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
faireneſſe of thornes. Oft the ſee is clere
and caulme with mouing floodes, and oft the
horrible wind Aquilon moueth boyling tem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>peſt,
and ouer whelueth the ſea. If the forme
of this worlde is ſo ſelde ſtable, and if it turn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
by ſo many enterchaunges, wilt thou
then truſten in the tumblynge fortunes of
men? Wilt thou trowen on fleeting goods?
It is certaine, and eſtabliſhed by law perdu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rable,
that nothing that is engendred, is ſted<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faſt
ne ſtable.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Tum ego, vera inquam, commemoras ô virtu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tum
omnium nutrix: nec inficiati poſſum proſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>peritatis
meae velociſſimum curſum. Sed hoc
eſt, quid, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THen ſaied I thus: O nourice of all ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tues,
thou ſayeſt full ſooth, ne I may not
forſake the right ſwifte courſe of my proſpe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ritye,
that is to ſaine, that the proſperitye ne
be commen to me woonder ſwiftly and ſoone.
But this is a thing that greatly ſmarteth
me, when it remembreth me: For in all ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerſities
of Fortune, the moſt vnſelie kind
of contrarious Fortune, is to haue been
welefull. Phi. But that thou abieſt thus
(qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> tourment of thy falſe opinion, that
maiſt thou not rightfully blamen, ne aretten
to things, as who ſayeth, that thou haſt yet
many haboundances of things. Textus. For
all be it ſo, that the idle name of aduenturous
welefulneſſe moueth thee now, it is lefull, that
thou recken with me of how many thynges
thou haſt yet plentie. And therfore, if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thilk
thing that thou haddeſt for more precious, in
all thy richeſſe of Fortune, be kept to thee, yet
by the grace of God, vnwemmed &amp; vndefou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led:
mayeſt thou then plaine rightfully vpon
the miſcheefe of Fortune, ſithen thou haſt yet
thy beſt thinges? Certes, yet liueth in good
point thilke precious honor of mankind, Sy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>machus
thy wives father, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is a man
made of all Sapience and Vertue, the which
man thou wouldſt buy with the price of thine
owne life, he bewayleth the wrongs that men
doen to thee, &amp; not for himſelf: For he liueth
in ſikerneſſe of any Sentence put ayenſt him.
And yet liueth thy wife, that is attempre of
wit, &amp; paſſing other women in cleaneneſſe of
chaſtitie: and for I would cloſe. <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> ſhortly her
hounties, ſhe is like her father: I tell thee y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
ſhe liueth, loth of this life, and keepeth to thee
only her ghoſt, and is all mate and ouercome
by weeping and ſorrow, for deſire of thee. In
the which thing only, I mote graunten thee,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thy welefulneſſe is amenuſed. What ſhall
I ſaine eke of thy two ſons, counſaylours, of
which, as of children of her age, there ſhineth
the likeneſſe of the wit of her father, and of
her elde father? And ſithen the ſouerain cure
of all mortall folk, is to ſauen her own liues,
if thou know thy ſelf, thy goods make thee
more welefull. For yet ben there things dwel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led
to thee ward, that no man doubteth, that
they ne been more deereworth to thee, than
thine own life. And for thy, drie tears, for yet
is not euery Fortune hatefull to thee ward:
ne ouergreat tempeſt ne hath not yet fallen
vpon thee, when thine ankers cleven faſt, that
neither woll ſufferen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> comfort of this time
preſent, ne the hope of time coming, to paſſen
ne to failen. Bo. And I pray (qd. I) that faſt
mote they holden: for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> whiles that they hol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den,
howſoeuer that things been, I ſhall well
fleten forth and eſcapen. But thou maiſt well
ſeen, how great apparailes and array that
me lacked, that be paſſed away fro me. Phi.
I haue ſomewhat aduanced &amp; furthered thee
(qd. ſhe) if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou annoy not, or forthink not
of all thy fortune, as who ſaith, I haue ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>what
comforted thee, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou tempeſt not
thee thus with all thy fortune, ſithen thou
haſt yet thy beſt thyngs. But I may not fuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fren
thy delices, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> plaineſt ſo weeping &amp; an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guiſhous,
for that there lacketh ſomewhat to
<pb n="367" facs="tcp:51487:202"/>
thy welefulneſſe. For what man is he that is
ſo ſad, or of great perfite welefulneſſe, that he
ne ſtriueth and playneth on ſome half ayen
the qualitie of his eſtate?* For why, full an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guiſhous
thing is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> condicion of mans goods.
For eyther it commeth not all together to a
wight, or els it ne laſteth not perpetuell. For
ſome man hath great richeſſe, but he is aſha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>med
of his vngentill linage. And ſome man
is renomed of nobleſſe of kinrede, but he is
incloſed in ſo great anguiſh of need of things,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> him were leuer that he were vnknow. And
ſome man haboundeth both in richeſſe and
nobleſſe, but yet he bewayleth his chaſt life,
for he ne hath no wife. And ſome man is, &amp; ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lily
maried, but he hath no children, &amp; nouriſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
his richeſſes to ſtraunge folk. And ſome
man is gladded with children, but he weepeth
full ſore for the treſpace of his ſon, <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or of his
doughter. And for this there ne accordeth no
wight lightly to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> condicion of his fortune.
For alway, to euery man there is in ſomwhat
that vnaſſayed, he ne wote nought, or els he
dreadeth that he hath aſſayed. And add this
alſo, that euery welefull man hath a full deli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cate
feeling: ſo that but if all things befallen
at his own will, he is impacient, or is not vſed
to haue none aduerſitie, anon he is throwen
adown for euery little thing: and full little
things been tho, that withdrawn the ſumme
or the perfection of bliſfulneſſe, fro hem that
been moſt fortunate. How many men trow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
thou, would deemen hemſelfe to ben al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>moſt
in heauen, if they mighten attain to the
leaſt partie of the remenaunt of thy fortune?
This ſame place, that thou cleapeſt exile, is
countrey to them that enhabiten here. And
for thy, nothing wretched, but when thou we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſt
it: as who ſaith, thou thy ſelf, ne no wight
els nis a wretch, but when he weneth himſelf
he is a wretch, by reputation of his courage.
And ayenward, all fortune is bliſful to a man,
by the agreeabilitie or by the egalitie of him
that ſuffereth it. What man is that, that is
ſo weleful, that nold changen his eſtate when
he hath loſt his pacience? The ſweetneſſe of
mans welefulneſſe, is ſprant with many bit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terneſſes.
The which welefulneſſe, although
it ſeem ſweet and joyful to him that vſeth it,
yet may it not been withholden, that it ne
goeth away when it woll. Then it is well
ſeen, how wretched is the bliſfulneſſe of mor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tal
things, that neither it dureth perpetuel
with hem, that euery fortune receiuen agree<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ably
or egally, ne it deliteth not in all to hem
that ben anguiſhous. O ye mortal folk, what
ſeek ye then bliſfulneſſe out of your own
ſelf, which is put in your ſelf? Errour and
folly confoundeth you. I ſhall ſhew thee
ſhortly the point of ſoueraign bliſfulneſſe.</p>
                  <p>Is there any thing to thee more precious
than thy life? Thou wilt aunſwere, nay.
Then, if it ſo be, that thou art mightie ouer
thy ſelf, that is to ſain, by tranquilitie of thy
ſoul, then haſt thou thing in thy power, that
thou noldeſt neuer leſen: Ne Fortune may
not bynemme it thee. And that thou maiſt
know that bliſfulneſſe ne may not ſtand in
thyngs that been fortunous and temporell,
nowe vnderſtande and gather it together
thus. If bliſfulneſſe be the ſoueraign good
of nature, that liueth by reaſon: ne thilke
thing is not ſoueraign good, that may be ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
away in any wiſe.</p>
                  <p>For more worthie thing is, and more dign
thilke thing, that may not be taken away.
Then ſheweth it well, that the vnſtableneſſe
of Fortune may nat attayne to receyue very
bliſfulneſſe. And yet moreouer, what manne
that this tumbling welefulneſſe leadeth, ey<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
he wote that it is changeable, or els he
wote it not? And if he wote it not, what bliſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ful
fortune may there been in the blindneſſe
of ignoraunce? And if he wote that it is
chaungeable, he mote alway ben adrad, that
he ne leſe that thing, that he ne doubteth not
but that he may leſen it. As who fayth, he
mote alway be agaſt, leaſt he leſe that, that
he woteth right well he may leſe. For which,
the continuall dread that he hath, ne ſuffer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
him not to be welefull. Or els if he leſe it,
he weneth to be diſpiſed and foreleten. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
eke that is a full little good, that is born
with euen hart, when it is loſt, that is to ſain,
that men do no more force of the loſſe, than
of the hauing. And for as much as thou thy
ſelf art he, to whom it hath be ſhewed, &amp; pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued
by full many demonſtrations, as I wote
well, that the ſouls of men ne mowen not di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
in no wiſe. And eke ſens it is cleare and
certain, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> fortunous welefulneſſe endeth by
the death of the body: it may not be doubted,
that if death may take away bliſfulneſſe, that
all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> kind of mortal thing ne deſcendeth into
wretchedneſſe, by the end of death. And ſithen
we know well, that many a man hath ſought
the fruit of bliſfulneſſe, not only with ſuffer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
of death, but eke with ſuffering of pains
and tourments: how might then this preſent
life make men bliſfull, ſens that thilk ſelf life
ended, it ne maketh folk no wretches.</p>
                  <q>
                     <l>Quiſquis volet perennem</l>
                     <l>Cautus ponere ſedem.</l>
                     <l>Stabiliſque nec ſonori</l>
                     <l>Sterni flatibus Euri,</l>
                     <l>Et fluctibus minantem.</l>
                     <l>Curat ſpernere pontum</l>
                     <l>Montis cacumen alti,</l>
                     <l>Bibulas vitet arenas, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
                  <p>WHat manner of folk, ware and ſtable,
that woll founden hem a perdurable
ſeat, and ne will not be caſt down with the
lowde blaſts of the wind Eurus, and will
deſpiſe the Sea, menaſing with floudes: let
him eſchew to builden on the coppe of the
Mountain, or in the moiſt Sands. For if the
fell wind Auſter tormenteth the coppe of the
Mountains with all her ſtrengths, and the
loſe ſands refuſen to bear the heauy weights.
And for thy, if thou wolt flien the perillous
<pb n="368" facs="tcp:51487:203"/>
aduenture, that is to ſay, of the world, haue
mind certainly to ſet thine houſe of a mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rie
ſeat in a low ſtone. For although the
wind troubling the ſea, thunder with ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>throwing,
thou that art put in quiet, and
welefull, by ſtrength of thy palleis, ſhalt lead
a clear age, ſcorning the woodneſſe and the
ires of the aire.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Sed quoniam rationum jam in te mearum fo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>menta
diſcendunt, paulo validioribus utendum
puto. Age enim. Si jam caduca ac momenta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ria
fortunae, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BVt for as much as the nouriſhings of
my reaſon diſcenden now into thee, I
trow it were time to vſen a little ſtronger
medicines. Now vnderſtand here, all were it
ſo, that the yefts of Fortune ne were not
brittle, ne tranſitorie, what is there in hem
that may be thyne in any time? Or els, that
it ne is foul, if that it be looked and conſider<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
perfitly. Richeſſes, been they precious by
the nature of hemſelf, or els by the nature of
thee? What is moſt worth of richeſſe? Is it
not gold, or might of money aſſembled? Ter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
that gold and that money ſhineth, and
yeueth better renome to them that diſpenden
it, than to thilk folk that muckeren it: for
auarice maketh alway muckerers to ben ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted,
and largeſſe maketh folk clere of renome.
For ſith that ſuch things as ben tranſferred
from one man to another, ne may not dwell
with no man: Certes, then is that money pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious,
when it is tranſlated into other folk,
&amp; ſtinten to be had by vſage of large yeuing,
of him that hath yeuen it. And alſo, if all the
money that is ouer all, in all the world, were
gadered toward one man, it ſhould make all
other men to be needie, as of that. And certes,
a voice all hole, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſain, without amenu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing,
fulfilleth together the hearing of much
folk. And when they ben apaſſed, needs they
maken hem poor, that forgone tho richeſſes.</p>
                  <p>O, ſtrait and needy clepe I theſe richeſſes,
ſens y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> many folk ne may not haue it all, ne
all ne may it not commen to one man, with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
pouertie of all other folk. And the ſhining
of gems, that I call precious ſtones, draweth
it not the eyen of folk to hemward, that is to
ſain, for the beautie? But certes, if there were
beautie or bountie in ſhining of ſtones, thilk
clearneſſe is of the ſtones hemſelf, and not of
men. For which I wonder greatly, that men
maruailen on ſuch things. For why, what
thing is it, that if it wanteth moouing, and
joyncture of ſoule and bodye, that by right
might ſeemen a fair creature to him that
hath a ſoul of reaſon. For all be it ſo, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> gems
drawn to hemſelf a little of the laſt beautie
of the world, through thentent of her creator
and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> diſtinction of hemſelf: yet for as mikel
as they ben put vnder your excellence, they
ne haue not deſerued by no way, that ye
ſhould maruailen on hem. And the beautie
of fields, delighteth it not mikell vnto you?</p>
                  <p>B. Why ſhould it not delighten vs, ſith that
it is a right fayre porcion of the right fayre
werke, that is to ſayne, of this world? And
right ſo been we gladded ſometime of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> face
of the ſea, when it is clear: And alſo maruail<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
we on the Heauen, and on the Starres,
and on the Sunne, and on the Moone. Phi.
Appertaineth (qd. ſhe) any of thilk things to
thee? Why dareſt thou glorifie thee in the ſhi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning
of anye ſuch thyngs? Art thou diſtin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gued
and embeliſed by the ſpringing floures
of the firſt Summer ſeaſon? Or ſwelleth thy
plentie in fruits of Summer? Why art thou
rauiſhed with idle joys? Why embraceſt thou
ſtrange goods, as they were thine? Fortune
ne ſhall neuer make, that ſuch things been
thine, that nature of things hath maked for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rain
fro thee. Sooth it is, that withouten
doubt the fruits of the yearth owen to be to
the nouriſhing of beaſts. And if thou wolt ful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fill
thy need, after that it ſuffiſeth to nature,
then is it no need y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou ſeek after the ſuper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fluitie
of fortune. * For with full few things
and with full little things, nature hath her
apaid. And if thou wolt achoken y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> fulfilling
of nature with ſuperfluities, certes, thilke
things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou wolt threſten or pouren into na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture,
ſhullen ben unjoyful to thee, or els an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noyous.
Weneſt thou eke, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it be a fair thing,
to ſhine with diuers clothings? Of which clo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing,
if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> beauty be agreeable to looken vp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
I woll maruailen on y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> nature of the mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
of thilk clothes, or els on the workman
that wrought hem. Doth alſo a long rout of
meine make thee a bliſfull man? The which
ſeruants, if they ben vicious of condicions,
it is a great charge, &amp; deſtruction to the hous,
and a great enemie to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſord himſelf: And if
they ben good men, how ſhall ſtrange and for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rain
goodneſſe be put in the number of thy
richeſſes? So that by all theſe foreſaid things
it is clearly ſhewed, that neuer one of thilk
things, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou accomptedeſt for thy goods,
nas not thy good. In which things, if there be
no beautie to be deſired, why ſhouldeſt thou
be ſorrie to leſe them? Or why ſhouldeſt thou
rejoyce thee to hold hem? For if they been
fair of their own kind, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> appertaineth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> to
thee? For alſo wel ſhoulden they haue ben fair
by himſelf, though they were departed from
thy richeſſes. For why, fair ne precious were
they not, for that they commen among thy
richeſſes: but for they ſeemed fair &amp; precious,
therfore thou hadſt leuer recken hem among
thy richeſſes. But what deſireſt thou of For<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune,
with ſo great afare? I trow thou ſekeſt
to driue away need, with abundance of
things: but certes, it turneth you all into the
contrarie. For why, certes it needeth full ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
helpings to keepen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> diuerſitie of precious
hoſtile ments. And ſooth it is, * That of many
things they haue need, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> many things haue:
And ayenward, of little thing needeth him
that meaſureth his fill after the need of kind,
&amp; not after outrage of couetiſe. It is ſo then,
that ye menne haue no proper good ſet in you,
<pb n="369" facs="tcp:51487:203"/>
for ſuch ye moten ſeek outward, in forraine
and ſubject things. So is then the condicion
of things tourned vp ſo doun, that a man y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is
a diuine creature, by merit of his reaſon, thin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
that himſelfe nis neither faire ne noble,
but if it be through poſſeſſion of hoſtiliments,
that ne han no life: and certes al other things
ben apaied of her own beauties: but ye men
that be ſemblable to God by your reaſonable
thought, deſiren to apparailen your excellent
kinde with the loweſt things. Ne ye vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtanden
not howe great a wrong is done to
your creatour. For he would that mankinde
were moſt worthy and noble of any yearthly
thing: and ye threſten down your dignities
beneathen the loweſt things. For if that all
the good of every thing be more precious than
is thilke thing, whoſe that the good is, ſith ye
deemen, that the fouleſt thyngs been your
goods, then ſubmitten ye, and put your ſelven
vnder the fouleſt things by your eſtimation.
And certes, this betideth not without your
deſert. For certes, ſuch is the condition of all
mankinde, that onely when he hath knowing
of it ſelfe, then paſſeth it in nobleſſe all other
things. And when it forletteth the knowing
of it ſelf, then it is brought beneathen all
beaſts. For why, all other liuing creatures
han of kind to knowen not himſelf. But when
that men letten the knowing of hemſelfe, it
commeth hem of vice. But how brode ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
the errour &amp; the folly of you men, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nen
that any thing may ben apparailed with
ſtraunge apparailements? But forſooth that
may not be done. For if a wight ſhineth with
thyngs that been put to him, as thus: If
thilke things ſhinen with which a manne is
apparailed, certes, thilke thinges been com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mended
and praiſed, with which he is appa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>railed;
but natheles, the thing that is cove<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red
and wrapped vnder that, dwelleth in his
filthe. And I deny that thilk thing be good, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
anoyeth him y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath it. Gabbe I of this? Thou
wolt ſay nay. Certes, richeſſes haue annoyed
full oft hem that han had tho richeſſe: Sith
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> every wicked ſhrew for his wickedneſſe is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
more greedy after other folkes richeſſes.
Wherſoever it be in any place, be it gold or
precious ſtones; he weneth him only moſt
worthy that hath hem. Thou then y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſo buſie
dredeſt now the ſwerd and the ſpear, if thou
haddeſt entred in the path of this life, annoy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
wayfaring men, then wouldeſt thou ſing
before the theef, as who ſaith, * A poore man
that beareth no richeſſe on him by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> way, may
boldly ſing beforne theeves, for he hath not
whereof to be robbed. O precious and right
clear is the blisfulneſs of mortal richeſſe,
that when thou haſt gotten it, then haſt thou
lorne thy ſikerneſſe.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Foelix nimium prior aetas, Contenta fidelibus ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vis.
Nec inerti perdita luxu. Facilique ſera ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lebat
Jejunia ſolvere glande. Nec bacchia mu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nera
norat liquido confundere melle. Nec lu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cida
vellera ſerum, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BLisful was the firſt age of men, they
held hem apayed with the meats that
the true fields broughten forth: they ne de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtroyed
nor deceived not hemſelfe with out<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rage:
they weren woont lightly to ſlaken
her hunger at even with Achornes of Okes:
they ne coude not medell the yefte of Bac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chus
to the cleare honey, that is to ſain,
they could make ne piemente or clarre: Ne
they could not medell the bright fleeces of
the Countrey of Syrians with the venime of
Tirie: this is to ſaine, they coude not dy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
white fleeces of Syrian countrey, with
the blood of a manner Shell-fiſh that men
finden in Tyrie, with which blood men dyen
Purple.</p>
                  <p>They ſlepten holſome ſleeps vpon y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> graſſe,
and dronken of the renning waters, &amp; lien
vnder y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſhadows of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> high Pine trees. Ne
no gheſte or ſtraunger ne carfe yet y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> high ſea
with oares or with ſhippes: ne they ne had<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
ſeine yet no new ſtronds to leaden Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chandiſe
into divers Countreys. Tho we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ren
the cruell clarions full huſt, and full ſtill.
Ne blood y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ad by eagre hate, ne had dyed yet
armures. For whereto would woodneſſe of
enemies firſt mouen armes, when they ſaw<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
cruel wounds, ne none meedes be of blood
yſhad? I would that our times ſhould tourne
ayen to the old manners. But the anguiſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
loue of having, in folke, burneth more
cruelly than the mountain of Ethna, that
aye brenneth. Alas, what was he that firſt
dalfe up the gobbets or the weights of gold,
couered under earth, and the precious ſtones
that woulden haue be hid? * He dalfe up
precious perils, that is to ſain, that he hem
firſt up dalfe, he dalfe up a precious peril,
for why, for the preciouſneſſe of ſuch thing
hath many man ben in peril.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quid autem de dignitatibus, potentiaque diſſeram,
quas vos, vere dignitatis, ac poteſtatis inſcii,
Coelo exaequatis? Quae ſi in improbiſſimum
quemque ceciderint, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BVt what ſhall I ſay of dignities and pow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ers,
the which yee men, that neyther
knowen very dignitie ne very power, areiſen
as high as the heauen? The whiche digni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties
&amp; powers, if they commen to any wicked
man, they doen as great dammages and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtructions,
as doth the flame of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> mountaine
Ethna, when y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> flame walloweth up, ne no de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>luvy
ne doth ſo cruel harms. Certes, ye re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>member
well (as I trow) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thilke dignitie, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
men cleape the Imperie of counſaylours, the
which whylome was beginning of freedome,
your elders coueited to haue doen away, for
the pride of the counſailours. And right for
that ſame, your elders before that time had
done away out of the Citie of Rome the
Kings name, that is to ſain, they nolde haue
no lenger no King. But now, if ſo be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> dig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nities
&amp; powers ben yeuen to good men, the
which thing is ful ſeld, what agreable things
<pb n="370" facs="tcp:51487:204"/>
is there in tho dignities &amp; powers, but one<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
the goodneſſe of folke that vſen hem? And
therefore is it thus, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> honour commeth not
to vertue, becauſe of dignitie: but ayenward,
honour commeth to dignitie for cauſe of ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue.
But whiche is thilke your deere-worth
power, that is ſo cleare, and ſo requirable? O
yee yearthly creatures, conſider yee not ouer
which thing it ſeemeth that ye haue power?
Now, if thou ſaw a mouſe emong other mice,
that challenged to himſelfeward right and
power ouer all other Mice, how great ſcorne
wouldeſt thou haue of it? Gloſa. So fareth
it by men, the body hath power ouer y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> body:
for if thou look well vpon the body of a wight,
what thyng ſhalt thou find more frayle than
is mankinde? The which menne full oft bee
ſlain by biting of Flies, or els with entring or
creeping wormes into the priuities of mans
bodie. But where ſhall men finden any man
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> may exerciſen or haunten any right vpon
another man, but only on his body or els vp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
thyngs that beene lower than the bodye,
the whiche I cleape Fortunes poſſeſſions?
Mayeſt thou haue euer any commaundement
ouer a free courage? Maieſt thou remeue fro
the ſtate of his proper reſt a thought y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is clea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uing
together in himſelfe by ſtedfaſt reaſon?
As whylome a tyraunt wened to confound a
free man of courage, &amp; wend to conſtrayne
him by tourments, to maken him diſcoueren
and accuſen folke that wiſlen of coniuraci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
which I clepe confederacie, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was caſt
ayen this tyraunt: but this freeman hote off
his owne tongue, and caſt it in the viſage of
thilke wood Tyraunt. So that the torments
that this wood Tyraunt wend to haue made
matter of crueltie, this wiſe man made mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
of vertue. But w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thing is it that a man
may doe to another man y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he ne may recei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen
the ſame thing of other folke in himſelfe?
or thus: What may a man doen to folke, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
folke ne may doen to him the ſame? I haue
heard tolde of Buſiride, that was woont to
ſlean his gheſtes that harbouren in his
houſe: and he was ſlaine himſelfe by Her<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cules,
that was his gheſt.</p>
                  <p>Regulus had taken in battaile many men
of Affrick, &amp; caſt hem into fetters: but ſoone
after he muſt yeuen his handes to bee bound
with the cheines of hem that he had whylome
ouercommen. Weneſt thou then, that he be
mightie, that hath power to doen that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
ne may doen in him, that he can doe to o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther?
And yet moreouer, if ſo were, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> theſe
dignities of powers hadden any proper or na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turall
goodneſſe in hem, neuer nold they com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
to ſhrewes. For contrarious thinges ne
been woont to been ifellowſhipped togethers.
Nature refuſeth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> contrarious things ben
joyned. And ſo as I am in certaine that wic<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked
folke haue dignities oft time, then ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
it well, that dignities &amp; powers ne been
not good of her owne kind, ſens that they ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feren
hemſelf to cleauen or joynen hemſelf to
ſhrewes. And certaine the ſame thing may I
moſt dignely judgen, and ſaine of all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> yefts
of Fortune, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> moſt plenteouſly commen to
ſhrewes, of which yefts I trowe, it ought bee
conſidred, that no man doubteth that hee is
ſtrong, in whom he ſeeth ſtrength: &amp; in whom
ſwiftneſſe is, ſooth it is that he is ſwift.</p>
                  <p>Alſo Muſick maketh Muſiciens, and Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſicke
maketh Phyſiciens, &amp; Rhetoricke eke
Rhetoriciens. For why, the nature of euerie
thing maketh his property, ne it is not enter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>medled
with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> effect of contrarious thyngs.
But certes, richeſſes may not reſtraine aua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rice
vnſtaunched. * Ne power ne maketh not
a man mightie ouer himſelf, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> vicious
luſts holden diſtrained with chains, that ne
mowen not be vnbounden. And dignities,
that be yeuen to ſhreud folke, not onely ne
maketh hem not digne, but ſheweth rather
all openly that they been vnworthy and in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>digne.
And it is thus. For certes, yee
haue joy to clepe things with falſe names,
that bearen hem in all the contrary, the
which names ben full oft reprooued by the
effect of the ſame thinges. So that theſe
ilke richeſſes ne oughten not by right to bee
cleped richeſſes, ne ſuch power ne ought not
to be cleped power, ne ſuch dignitie ne ought
not to be cleaped dignitie. And at laſt I may
conclude y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame thing of all the yefts of for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune:
In which there nis nothing to bee de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſired,
ne y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath in himſelfe naturall bountie,
as it is well iſeene, for neither they ioynen
hem not alway to good men, ne maken hem
alway good, to whom they been joyned.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Novimus, quantas dederit ruinas. Urbe flammata,
patribuſque caeſis. Fratre qui quondam ferus in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terempto,
matris effuſo maduit cruore. Corpus
&amp; viſu gelidum pererrans, ora non tinxit lachri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mis:
ſed eſſe, Cenſor extincti potuit decoris, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WE have well known, how many great
harmes and diſtructions were doen
by the Emperour Nero. He let brennen
the Citee of Rome, and made ſlea the Sena<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tours,
and he cruell whilome ſlough his bro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther:
and he was made moiſte with the blood
of his mother, that is to ſay, he let ſleen and
ſlitten y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wombe of his mother, to ſeen where
he was conceyued, &amp; he loked on euery halue
of her dedde cold bodie, ne no teare wette his
face, but he was ſo hard harted, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he might
be domes man, or Iudge of her dedde beau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie.
And natheleſſe, yet gouerned this Nero
by ſcepter, all the people that Phebus may
ſeen comming, from his vttereſt ariſing, till
he hid his beams vnder the wawes: y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to
ſaine, he gouerned all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> peoples, by Septre
Imperiall, that the Sunne goeth about fro
Eaſt to weſt. And eke this Nero gouerned by
Septre, all the peoples that be vnder y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cold
ſterres, that highten the <hi>Septentrions,</hi> that is
to ſain, he gouerned all the peoples y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> be vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> party of the North. And eke Nero go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerned
all the peoples that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> violent winde
Nothus ſkorclith, and baketh the brenning
<pb n="371" facs="tcp:51487:204"/>
ſandes, by his drie heate, that is to ſay, all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
peoples in the South. But yet ne might not
all his power tourne the woodneſſe of this
wicked Nero. * Alas it is a greuous Fortune
as oft as a wicked ſweard is joyned to cruell
venime, that is to ſay, venemous crueltie to
Lordſhip.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Tunc ego. Scis (inquam) ipſa, minimam nobis
ambitionem mortalium rerum fuiſſe domina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tam.
Sed materiam gerendis rebus optavimus,
quo ne virtus cacita conſeneſceret. P. Et illa.
Atqui hoc unum eſt, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THen ſaid I thus: Thou woteſt well
thy ſelfe, that the couetiſe of mortall
thinges, ne hadden neuer Lordſhip in me.
But I haue well deſired matter of thinges
to doen, as who ſaith, I deſire to haue mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
of gouernaunces ouer comminalties,
for vertue ſtill ſhould not elden: that is to
ſaine, leſt er that he wext old his vertue that
lay now ſtill ne ſhould not periſhe vnexer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ciſed
in gouernance of commune, for which
men might ſpeaken or writen of his good
gouernement. Phi. Forſooth (qd. ſhe) &amp;
that is a thing that may drawen to gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce
ſoche hartes as been worthy and
noble of her nature: but natheleſſe it may
not drawen or tellen ſuch hartes as been y<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>brought
to the full perfection of vertue, that
is to ſain, couetiſe of glorie &amp; renome, to haue
well adminiſtred y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> common things, or doen
good deſertes, to profite of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> common. For ſee
now and conſider, how little &amp; how void of
all price is thilke glory, certaine thing is as
thou haſt learned by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> demonſtracion of A<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtronomy,
that al y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> enuironning of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> yearth
about, ne halt but the reaſon of a pricke, at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
regard of the greatneſſe of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> heauen, that is
to ſain, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> if there were maked compariſon
of the yearth to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> greatneſſe of heauen, men
would judgen in all that ne held no ſpace. Of
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> which little region of this world, the fourth
part of the yearth is inhabited with liuing
beaſts that we knowen, as thou haſt thy ſelfe
ilearned by Ptholome that proueth it. And if
thou haddeſt withdrawen and abated in thy
thought for thilke fourth part, as moch ſpace
as the ſee &amp; the maries conteynen and ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gone:
as moch ſpace as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> region of drought
ouer ſtretcheth, that is to ſaine, ſands &amp; de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſertes,
wel vnneth ſhuld there dwellen a right
ſtrait place to the habitacion of men. And ye,
that he enuironed &amp; cloſed with the leſt pricke
of thilke pricke, thinken ye manifeſten or pu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bliſhen
your renome and done your name for
to ben borne forth. But your glory, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is ſo
narow &amp; ſo ſtraight throngen into ſo litel
bounds, how mikell conteyneth it in larges &amp;
in great doing. And alſo ſet thereto, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> many
a nacion, diuers of tongue and of maners, &amp;
eke of reaſon of her liuing, inhabite in the
cloſe of thilke habitacle: to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> which nacions,
what for difficultie of wayes, and what for
diuerſitie of language, and what for defaulte
of vnuſage, &amp; entrecomming of Marchan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diſe,
not onely y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> names of ſinguler men ne
may not ſtretchen, but eke y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fame of Cities
may not ſtretchen. At the laſte, certes in the
time of Marcus Tullius, as him ſelfe wri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
in his boke, that renome of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> common<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>welth
of Rome, ne had not yet paſſed ne clom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ben
ouer the mountaine y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hight Caucaſus:
&amp; yet was Rome well waxen, being redoubt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Parthes, &amp; eke of other folk enhabi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
about. Seeſt thou not then how ſtraite
and how compreſſed is thilke glory that yee
trauailen about to ſhewen and to multiply?
May then the glory of a ſinguler Romane
ſtretchen thider as the fame of the name of
Rome may not climben ne paſſen? And eke
ſeeſt thou not y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the maners of diuers folke
&amp; her lawes been diſcordant amonges hem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lelf,
ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thilke thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſom men judge wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy
of praiſing, other folke judgen that that
is worthy of tourment? And hereof commeth
it, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> though a man deliteth him in prayſing
of his renome, he may not in no wiſe bringen
forth ne ſpreden his name to many maner
peoples: &amp; therefore euery man ought to be
apaid of his glory, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> is publiſhed among his
owne neighbours, and thilke noble renome
ſhall be reſtrayned within the bounds of tho
maner folke. But how many a man, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was
full noble in his tyme, hath the wretches &amp;
nedy foryeting of writers put out of mind &amp;
don away: al be it ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> certes thilke things
profiten litell, the which things and writings
long &amp; derke elde do away both hem &amp; eke
her auctours. But ye men ſemen to getten
you a perdurabilitie, when ye thinken in time
comming your fame ſhall laſten. But nathe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe
if thou wilt make compariſon to the end<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe
ſpaces of eternite, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thing haſt thou,
by which thou maiſt rejoycen thee of long la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſting
of thy name? For if there were made
compariſon of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> abiding of a moment to ten
thouſand winter, for as moch as both tho
ſpaces ben ended, yet hath the moment ſome
porcion of it although it be litell. But na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>theleſſe
thilke ſelfe nombre of yeres, &amp; eke as
many yeres as thereto may be multiplied, ne
may not certes be compariſoned to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> perdu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rabilite
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is endleſſe. * For of things which
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> have ende may be made compariſon, but of
thinges which that been withouten ende, to
things that haue end, may be maked no com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pariſon.
And for thy is it, that although re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nome
of as long time as euer thee liſt to thin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken,
were compared to the regard of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> eter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nitie,
that is vnſtaunchable and infinite, it ne
ſhould not onely ſeem littell, but plainly right
nought. But yee ſemen certes ye can do no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
a right, but if it be for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> audience of the
people, &amp; for ydle rumours. And ye forſaken
the great worthineſſe of conſcience &amp; of ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue,
&amp; ye ſeken your guerdons of the ſmall
words of ſtrange folke. Haue now here and
vnderſtand in the lightneſſe of ſoche pride &amp;
veine glory, how a man skorned feſtinally &amp;
merily ſoche vanite. Whilom there was a
<pb n="372" facs="tcp:51487:205"/>
man, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> had aſſaied with ſtriuing words an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>other
manne, the which not for uſage of very
vertue, but for proude vaine glory, had taken
upon him falſly y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> name of a Philoſophre. This
rather man that I ſpeak of, thought he wold
aſſay, wheder he thilke were a Philoſophre or
no, that is to ſay: if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he would haue ſuffred
lightly in pacience the wrongs y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> were done
to him: this fained philoſophre toke pacience
a litel while, and when he had receiued words
of outrage, he as in ſtriuing ayen &amp; reioyſing
of him ſelf, ſaid at laſt thus: Vnderſtandeſt
thou not that I am a philoſophre? That o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
man anſwerde again bitingly and ſaid:
I had well underſtand it, if thou haddeſt hol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
thy tonge ſtill. But w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is it to theſe no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
worthy men (for certes of ſuch folk ſpeak
I, that ſeken glory with vertue?) What is it
(qd. ſhe) what atteyneth fame to ſoche folke,
when the body is reſolued by deth at the laſt?
for if ſo be that men dien in all, that is to ſay
body &amp; ſoul, the which thing our reaſon de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fendeth
us to beleue, then is there no glory in
no wiſe: for w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhould thilke glory be, when
he, of whom thilke glory is ſaid to be, nis
right naught in no wiſe? And if y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſoul, which
that hath in it ſelf ſcience of good werkes, un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bounden
from the priſon of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> yerth, wendeth
freely to the heauen, diſpiſeth it not then all
erthly occupacion, and being in heauen reioy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
that it is exempt from all erthly things?
as who faith, then recketh the ſoul neuer of
no glory of renome of this world.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quicunque ſolam mente praecipiti petit, ſum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mumque
credit gloriam, Lace patentes aetheris
cernat plagas, Artumque terrarum ſitum, Bre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vem
replere non valentis ambitum, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHo ſo that with ouerthrowing thought
onely ſeeketh glory of fame, and we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
that it be ſoueraine good, let him loken
upon the brode ſhewing countreys of the hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen,
and upon the ſtraite ſeate of this earth,
and he ſhall be aſhamed of thencreaſe of his
name, that may not fulfill the littel compas
of the earth. O what coueyten proude folk
to liften up her neckes in idle, in the dead<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
yoke of this world? For although that
renome yſprad paſſing toforn peoples, goth
by diuers tonges, and although great hou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes
of kindreds ſhinen by clere titles of ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nours,
yet natheleſſe death diſpiſeth all high
glory of fame, and death wrappeth togithers
the high heads and the lowe, and maketh
equal and euen the hieſt with the loweſt.</p>
                  <p>Where wonen now the bones of trew Fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bricius?
What is now Brutus, or ſterne Ca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ton?
The thynne fame yet laſtyng of her ydle
names, is marked with a few letters. But al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>though
that we haue knowen the fair words
of the fame of hem, it is not yeuen to know
hem that he deed &amp; conſumpt. Liggeth then
ſtill all utterly unknowable, ne fame ne ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
you not know. And if ye wene to liue y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
lenger for wind of your mortal name, when
one cruel day ſhall take away this alſo, then
ſhall ye die the ſecond death. The firſt death
he clepeth here the departing of the body,
and the ſecond death here the ſtinting of the
renome of fame.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Sed ne me inexorabile contra fortunam gerere
Bellum putes, eſt aliquando, cum de homini<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bus
fallax illa non nihil bene mereatur: tum
ſcilicet cum ſe aperit, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BVt for as moch as thou ſhalt not wenen
(qd. ſhe) that I beare an untreatable
batayle ayenſt Fortune, yet ſometimes it
be falleth that ſhe, nothing diſceiuable, de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerueth
to haue right good thanke of men:
and that is when ſhe her ſelfe openeth, and
when ſhe diſcouereth her front, and ſheweth
her manners. Perauenture yet underſtand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
thou not that I ſhall ſay. It is a wondre
that I deſire to tell, and therefore vnneth
may I unpliten my ſentence with words.
For I deme y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> contrarious fortune profiteth
more to men, than fortune debonayre. For al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
when fortune ſemeth debonayre, then ſhe
lieth falſly, biheting the hope of welefulneſſe.
But contrarious fortune is alway ſothfaſte,
when ſhe ſheweth her ſelfe unſtable through
her chaungyng. * The amiable fortune diſcei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueth
folk: y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> contrary fortune teacheth. The
amiable fortune blindeth with the beautie of
her falſe goodes the harts of folks that uſen
hem: the contrary Fortune unbindeth hem
with the knowing of frele welefulneſſe. Tha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>myable
fortune maieſt thou ſene alway win<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy
&amp; flowing, &amp; euer misknowing of her ſelf:
The contrary fortune is attempre &amp; reſtrai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned
and wiſe, thorow exerciſe of her aduer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſite.
At the laſt, amiable Fortune with her fla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terings
draweth miſwandring men fro the
ſoueraine good: the contrarious fortune lea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
oft folk ayen to ſothfaſt goods, &amp; hal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
hem ayen as with an hoke. Weneſt thou
then that thou oughteſt to leten this a litell
thing, that this aſpre &amp; horrible Fortune hath
diſcouered to thee the thoughts of thy trew
frendes? For why, this ilke Fortune hath de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>parted
&amp; uncouered to thee both the certain
viſages, &amp; eke the doutous viſages of thy fe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lawes.
When the departed away fro thee, ſhe
took away her frends &amp; laft thee thy frendes.
Now when thou were rich and welefull, as
thee ſemed, with how mykell woldeſt thou
haue bought the full knowing of this, that is
to ſain, the knowing of thy very frends? Now
plain thee not then of richeſſe lorne, ſith thou
haſte found the moſt precious kind of richeſſe,
that is to ſaine, thy very frendes.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quod mundus ſtabili fide, concordes variat vices,
quod pugnantia ſemina, Faedus perpetuum te<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>net,
&amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THat the world with ſtable faith varieth
accordable chaungings: that the con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trarious
qualitees of Elements holden a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mong
hem ſelf alyaunce perdurable: that
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Phebus the ſonne with his golden chariot
bringeth forth the roſie day: that the moon
hathe commaundement ouer the nightes,
which nightes Eſperus the euen ſterre hath
brought: that the ſea, gredy to flowen, con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
with a certain end his floods, ſo
that it is not lefull to ſtretch his brode terms
or bounds upon the yearth: all this ordi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce
of things is bounden with loue, that
gouerneth earth and ſea, and alſo hath com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>maundement
to the heauen. And if this loue
ſlaked the bridles, all thinges that now lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen
togithers wolden make bataile conti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nuelly,
and ſtriuen to fordone the facion of
this world, the which they now leden in ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cordable
faith by faire mouings. This loue
holdeth togider people ioyned with an holy
bond, and knitteth ſacrament of mariage
of chaſte loues. And loue endeth lawes to
true felawes. O welefull were mankinde if
thilke loue that gouerneth the Heauen go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerned
your courages.</p>
               </div>
               <trailer>¶Here endeth the ſecond boke.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="3" type="book">
               <head>Jam cantum illa finierat, cum me audiendi avi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dum,
ſtupentemque arrectis adhuc auribus car<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>minis
dulcedo defixerat. Itaque paulo poſt, O
inquam ſummum laſſorum ſolamen animo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rum,
quantum me, &amp;c.</head>
               <p>BY this ſhe had ended her ſong, when
the ſweetneſſe of her dytie had
through perced mee, that was deſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rous
of herkening. And I aſtonied
had yet ſtreight mine eares, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſaine, to
herken the bet what ſhe ſhould ſay: ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> a litel
after I ſaid thus, O thou that art ſouerain
comfort of corages anguiſhous, ſo thou haſt
remounted &amp; nouriſhed me with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> weight of
thy ſentences, &amp; with delite of ſinging ſo that
I trowe not that I be unperegall to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtrokes
of Fortune: as who ſaith, I dare well now
ſuffren all thaſſauts of Fortune, &amp; well de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fend
me from her. And tho remedies, which
that thou ſaideſt here beforne, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> weren right
ſharpe, not only y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I am not agriſen of hem
now, but I deſirous of hearing, ask greatly
to hearen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> remedies. Then ſaied ſhe thus:
That feled I well (qd. ſhe) when that thou en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tentife
and ſtill, rauiſhedeſt my words: and I
abode till thou haddeſt ſoche habyte of thy
thought, as thou haſt now, or els till that I
my ſelf had maked it to the ſame habit, which
is a more trew thing. And certes y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> remnant
of things that ben yet to ſay ben ſoch, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> firſt
when men taſte hem they bene biting: But
when they bene receiued within a wight, then
ben they ſwete. But for thou ſayſt that thou
art ſo deſirous to hearken hem, with how
great brenning wouldeſt thou glowen, if thou
wiltes whider I wold leden thee? B. Whider
is that (qd. I) P. To thilke very blisfulneſſe
(qd. ſhe) of which thine hart dremeth. But for
as moch as thy ſight is occupied and diſtour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bed
of earthly things, thou maieſt not yet ſene
thilk ſelf welefulneſſe. B. Doe (qd. I) and
ſhew me what thilke very welefulnes is, I
pray thee without taryeng. P. That woll I
gladly done (qd. ſhe) for cauſe of thee. But I
wol firſt marken by words, and I woll enfor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cen
me to enforme thee thilk falſe cauſe of
blisfulneſſe, which that thou more knoweſt:
ſo that when thou haſte beholden thilke falſe
goodes, and turned thine iyen ſo to that
other ſide, thou may knowen the eleereneſſe
of very blisfulneſſe.</p>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Qui ſerere ingenuum volet agrum, liberat arva
prius fruticibus, falce rubos, filicemque reſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cat,
&amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHo ſo woll ſowe a field plenteous, let
him firſt deliueren it of thornes, and
kerue aſonder with his hoke the buſhes and
the ferne, ſo that the corne may commen
heauie of eres and of greines. * Hony is the
more ſwete if mouths haue firſt taſted ſauors
that he wycke. The Sterres ſhinen more a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>greably
when the wind Nothus letteth his
plungy blaſtes. And after that Lucifer the
day ſterre hath chaſed away the dark night,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> day the fairer ledeth the roſen horſe of the
ſonne. * And right ſo thou, beholding firſt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
falſe goods, begin to withdraw thy neck fro y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
yearthly affections, and afterwards the very
goods ſhullen entren into thy corage.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Tum defixo paululum viſu, &amp; velut in anguſtam
ſuae mentis ſedem recepta: ſic cepit. P. Omnis
mortalium cura quam multiplicium ſtudiorum
labor exercet, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THo faſtened ſhe a litel the ſight of her
eien, and ſhe withdrew her right as it
were into the ſtrait ſeate of her thought,
and began to ſpeake right thus: All the
cures (qd. ſhe) of mortall folke, which that
trauailen hem in many maner ſtudies, gon
certes by diuers wayes: but natheleſſe they
enforcen hem all to commen onely to thende
of blisfulnes. And blisfulnes is ſoch a good,
that who ſo hath gotten it, he ne may over
that thing more deſire. And this thing for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſooth
is ſo ſoueraine good, that it conteyneth
in himſelf all manner of goodes, to the which
good if there fayled any thing, it might not
been ſoueraine good, for then were ſome good
out of this ſoueraine good, that might be de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſired.
Now it is clere and certaine that bliſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fulneſſe
is a parfite ſtate, by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> congregacion
of all goodes, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> which blisfulneſſe (as I haue
ſayd) all mortal folke enforcen hem to get by
diuers ways. For why, the couetiſe of euery
good is naturelly planted in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> harts of men:
but the miſwandring errour miſledeth hem
into falſe goods. Of the which men, ſome of
hem wenen that ſoueraine good be to liuen
without need of any thing. And other men
demen, that ſoueraine good to be right digne
of reuerence, &amp; enforcen hem to be reueren<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ced
among her neighbours, by the honours
<pb n="374" facs="tcp:51487:206"/>
that they haue gotten. And ſome folk there
ben that holden, that right hie power be ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueraine
good, and enforcen hem for to reignen
or els to ioynen hem to hem that reigne.
And it ſeemeth to other folk, that nobleſſe
of renome be the ſoueraine good, and haſten
hem to getten hem glorious name by the
artes of werre or of peace. And many folke
meaſuren and geſſen, that ſouerayne good
be ioy and gladneſſe, and wenen that it bee
right blisful thing to plongen in voluptu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
delites. And there ben ſome folke, that
enterchaungen the cauſes and the ends of
theſe foreſaid goods: As they that deſiren
richeſſes to haue power and delights, or
els they deſire power for to haue money, or
for cauſe of renome. In theſe things and
ſoch other is turned all the entencion of de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſirings
and werkes of menne, as thus: No<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bleſſe
and fauour of people, which that ye<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueth
to all men, as it ſeemeth hem, a maner
cleereneſſe of renome: and wife and chil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dren,
that men deſiren, for cauſe of delite
and merineſſe. But forſoth frendes ne ſhul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>len
not be rekened among the goodes of For<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune,
but of vertue, for it is a full holy ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
thing. All theſe other things forſoth be
taken for cauſe of power, or els for cauſe of
delite. Certes now I am ready to referren
the goods of the body, to theſe foreſaid things
abouen: For it ſemeth that ſtrength and
greatneſſe of body yeuen power and worthi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
and that beaute and ſwiftneſſe yeuen
glory and renome: and health of body ſeem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
to yeuen delite. In all theſe things it
ſeemeth onely that blisfulneſſe is deſired: for
why, thilke thing that euery man deſireth
moſte ouer all things, he deemeth that it be
ſoueraine good. But I haue defined, that
blisfulneſſe is ſouerain good, for which euery
wight deemeth that thilke eſtate that he de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſireth
ouer all things, that it be blisfulneſſe.
Now haſt thou then before thine eyen almoſt
all the purpoſed forme of the welefulneſſe of
mankind that is to ſain, richeſſe, honours,
power, glory, and delites, the which delite
onely conſidred Epicurus, aud iudged and
eſtabliſhed that delite is the ſoueraine good:
for as moche as all other things, as him
thought, byreſt away ioy and myrthe from
the hart. But I returne againe to the ſtu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies
of men, of which men the corage al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
reherſeth and ſeeketh the ſoueraine good,
all be it ſo that it be with a dyrked memo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry,
but he not by which pathe, right as a
dronken man, note nought by which path he
may returne home to his houſe. Semeth
it then that folke forleyen and erren to en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forcen
hem to haue need of nothing. Certes
there is none other thing that may ſo moch
performen blisfulneſſe, as an eſtate plente<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
of all goods, that ne hath neede of none
other thing, but that is ſuffiſaunt of him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe
unto himſelf. And folien ſoche folke
then that wenen, that thilke thing that is
right good, that it is eke right worthy of
honor and of reuerence? certes nay. For
that thing nys neither foule ne worthy to be
diſpiſed, that well nigh all the entencion of
mortal folke travailen to get it. And power
eke ought not to be rekened amongs goodes.
What els? for it nis not to wene that thilke
thing that is moſt worthy of all things, be fe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
and without ſtrength. And clereneſſe of re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nome,
ought y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> to ben deſpiſed? Certes there
may no man forſake that all thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is right
excellent and noble, that it ne ſemeth be right
clere and renomed. For certes it needeth not
to ſay, that bliſfulneſſe be anguiſhous ne dre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rie,
ne ſubject to greuaunces ne ſorowes, ſens
that in right littell things folke ſeken to haue
and to uſen that may delighten hem. Certes
theſe ben the things that men willen and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſiren
to getten: and for this cauſe deſiren they
richeſſes, dignities, reignes, glorie and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lites.
For therby wened they to haue ſuffi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce,
honour, power, renome, and glad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nes.
Then is it good that men ſeken thus
by ſo many diuers ſtudies, in which deſire,
it may not lightly be ſhewed how great is
the ſtrength of nature. For how ſo men haue
diuers ſentences and diſcordings, algates
men accorden all in louing the end of good.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quantas rerum flectit habenas Natura potens,
quibus immenſum, Legibus orbem provida ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vet,
ſtringatque ligans irreſoluto. Singula nexu,
placet arguto, fidelibus lentis promere cantu, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>IT lyketh me to ſhew by ſubtil ſong, with
ſlack and delitable ſowne of ſtrings, how
that nature mightely enclineth aud flitteth
by the gouernment of things, and by ſoche
lawe ſhee purueiable keepeth the great
world, and how ſhe binding reſtraineth all
things by a bonde that may not be unboun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den.
All be it ſo that the Lions of the coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trey
of Pene beren the faire chaines and
taken meates of the hands of folke that
yeuen it hem, and dreden her ſturdie mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſters,
of which they be wont to ſuffre beat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ings,
if that her horrible mouthes been
bledde, that is to ſain, of beeſtes devoured:
her corage of time paſſed that hath been
idle and reſted, repaireth ayen, and they
roren greuouſly, and remembren on her na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture,
and ſtaken her necks from her chaines
unbound, and her maiſter firſt to torne with
bloody teeth, aſſaieth the woode wrathes of
hem, that is to ſain, they fretten her mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſter.
And the iangling bird that ſingeth on
the hie braunches, that is to ſaine, in the
woode, and after is encloſed in a ſtraite
cage, although the plyeng beſineſſe of men
yeue hem honied drinkes, and large meates
with ſwete ſtudy: yet natheles if thilke bird
skipping out of her ſtraite cage, ſeeth the
agreeable ſhadowes of the woodes, ſhe defoul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
with her feet her meat iſhad, and ſeeketh
on morning onely the wood, and twireth de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſiring
the woode with her ſwete voiſe. The
yerde of a tree that is haled adown by
mighty ſtrength, boweth redily the croppe
<pb n="375" facs="tcp:51487:206"/>
a downe: but if that the hand that is bent let
it gone again, anon the croppe looketh vp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>right
to the heauen. The ſonne Phebus, that
falleth at euen in the weſtren wawes, re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turneth
ayen eftſones his carte by a priuy
pathe there as it is wont ariſe. All things
ſeken ayen to her proper courſe, and al things
rejoyſen on her returning againe to her na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture:
ne none ordinance is betaken to things,
but that hath joyned the end to the begin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning,
and hath made the courſe it ſelf ſtable,
that it chaunge not fro his proper kind.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Vos quoque ô terrena animalia, tenui licet ima<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gine,
veſtrum tamen principium ſomniatis.
Verum<expan>
                        <am>
                           <g ref="char:abque"/>
                        </am>
                        <ex>que</ex>
                     </expan> illum beatitudinis finem, licet mini<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>me
perſpicaci, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>CErtes alſo ye men that ben erthly crea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tures
dreamen alway your beginning,
although it be with a thin imaginacion, and
by a maner thought, all be it nat clerely ne
perfectly, ye loken from a ferre to thilke ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
fine of bliſfulneſſe. And therefore naturel
entencion leadeth you to thilke very good,
but many maner errours miſtourneth you
therefro. Conſider now if that be thilke
things, by which a man weneth to get him
bliſfulneſſe, if that he may commen to thilke
end that he weneth to come to by nature.
For if that money, honors, or theſe other
foreſaid things bringen men to ſoch a thing
that no good ne fail them ne ſemeth to fail,
certes then wold I graunt that they be ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked
bliſfull by things that they haue gotten.
But if ſo be that thilke things ne mowen
not performe that they byheten, and that
there be defaut of many goodes, ſheweth it
not then clerely the falſe beautie of bliſful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
is knowen and atteint in thilk things?
Firſt and forward thou thy ſelf, that haddeſt
aboundance of richeſſe nat long agon, I ask
thee that in thaboundance of al thilk riches,
if thou were neuer anguiſhous or ſorrie in
thy courage of any wrong or greuaunce that
betide thee in any ſide. B. Certes (qd. I) it ne
remembreth me not, that euer I was ſo free
of my thought, that I ne was alway in an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guiſh
of ſomewhat. P. And was that not
(qd. ſhe) for that thee lacked ſomewhat that
thou noldeſt not haue lacked? Or els thou
haddeſt that thou noldeſt haue had? B.
Right ſo it is (qd. I.) P. Then deſireſt thou
the preſence of the one, and thabſence of that
other? B. I graunt well (qd. I.) P. Forſoth
(qd. ſhe) then nedeth there ſomewhat that
euery man deſireth. B. Ye there nedeth
(qd. I.) P. Certes (qd. ſhe) and he that hath
lacke or neede of aught, nis not in euery
way ſuffiſant to himſelf. B. No (qd. I.) P.
And thou (qd. ſhe) in al the plentie of thy
richeſſe haddeſt thilke lacke of ſuffiſance?
B. What els (qd. I.) P. Then may not
riches maken that a man nis nedy, ne that
he be ſufficient to himſelf: and yet that was
it that they beheten as it ſemed. And eke
certes I trowe that this be greatly to conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der,
that money hath not in his owne kind,
that it ne may been bynomen from hem that
haue it, maugre hem. Bo. I know it well
(qd. I.) P. Why ſhouldſt thou not beknow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
it (qd. ſhe) when euery day the ſtrenger
folke benomen it from the feobler, maugre
hem? From whens come els all theſe forain
complaints, quarels, or pleadings, but for
that men asken her money, that hath been
binomed hem, by ſtrength or by gyle, and
alway maugre hem? Boec. Right ſo it is
(qd. I.) Phi. Then hath a man need (qd. ſhe)
to ſeeken him forain help, by which he may
defend his money. Boecius. Who may ſay
nay (qd. I.) Phil. Certes (qd. ſhe) and him
needed no helpe, if he ne had no money that
he might leſe. Boecius. That is doubtles
(qd. I.) Philoſophie. Then is this thing
tourned in to the contrary (qd. ſhe:) for
richeſſe, that men wenen ſhould maken ſuffi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce,
they maken a man rather haue need
of forain help. Which is the maner or the
guiſe (qd. ſhe) that richeſſe may driuen away
need? Riche folke, may they neuer haue
honger ne thurſt? Theſe rich men, may
they fele no cold on their lims in Winter?
But thou wilt aunſwere, that rich men haue
inough, wherewith they may ſtaunchen her
honger, and ſlaken her thurſt, and doen
away colde.</p>
                  <p>In this wiſe may need been comforted by
richeſſe: but certes, need ne may not all vt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terly
be doen away. For if this need, that
alway is gaping &amp; greedy, be fulfilled with
richeſſe, &amp; any other thing, yet dwelleth then
a need that mote be fulfilled. I hold me ſtill,
&amp; tell not how that little thing ſufiſeth to
nature: * but certes, to auarice ſuffiſeth not
inough of nothing. For ſince that riches ne
may not doen away need, &amp; they maken their
own need, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may it then be, that ye wenen
that richeſſes mowen yeuen you ſuffiſaunce?</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quamvis fluente dives auri gurgite. Non exple<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turas
cogat avarus opes, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>AL were it ſo, that a noble couetous
man had a riuer, or a gutter fleeting
all of gold, yet ſhould it neuer ſtaunch his
couetiſe: and although he had his neck char<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged
with precious ſtones of the red Sea:
And though he do ere his fields plenteous
with an hundred oxen, neuer ne ſhal his biting
buſineſſe forleten him while he liueth: ne the
light of richeſſes, ne ſhall not bearen him
compaigny when he is dead.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Sed dignitatis honorabilem, reverendum<expan>
                        <am>
                           <g ref="char:abque"/>
                        </am>
                        <ex>que</ex>
                     </expan> cui
provenerint, reddunt. Num vis ea eſt magiſtra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tibus,
ut utentium mentibus vi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>tutes inſerant,
vicia depellant, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BVT dignities, to whom they be com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men,
maken they them honourable
and reverent? Have they not ſo great
ſtrength that they then may putten vertue
<pb n="376" facs="tcp:51487:207"/>
in hertes of folkes that uſen the lordſhip of
hem, or els may they done away the vices?
Certes they be not wont to don away wick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ednes,
but they be wont rather to ſhew wick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>edneſſe:
And thereof commeth it that I
haue right great disdain that dignities
been yeuen to wicked men. For which thing
Catullus cleped a conſull of Rome (that
hight Nonius) poſtome or boche, as who
ſaith, he cleped him a congregacion of vices
in his breſt, as a poſtome is full of corrup<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion:
All were Nonius ſet in a chaire of
dignite. Seeſt thou not then, how great vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lonies
dignities done to wicked men? Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
unworthines of wicked men ſhuld be the
laſſe ſeen, if they nere renomed with none
honour. Certes thou thy ſelfe ne mighteſt
not bee brought with as many perils as thou
mighteſt ſuffre, that thou woldeſt beare the
Magiſtrate with Decorate: that is to ſaine,
that for peril that might befall thee by of<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fence
of the king Theodorike, thou noldeſt
not be felawe in gouernaunce with Deco<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rate,
when thou ſawe that he had wicked
corage of a licorous ſhrew and of an accu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſour.
Ne I may not for ſoche honours iudg<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
hem worthy of reuerence, that I deeme
and holde unworthy to haue thilke ſame ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nours.
Now if thou ſaw a man that were
fulfild of wiſdome, certes, thou ne mighteſt
not deme that he were unworthy to that
honour, or els to the wiſedome of whiche
he is fulfilled. Boecius. No (qd. I) Philo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſophie.
* Certes (qd. ſhe) dignities appertain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
properly to vertue, and vertue tranſport<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
dignitie anon to thilke man to which ſhe
her ſelfe is conioyned. And for as moch as
honours of people ne may not make folke
digne of honour, it is well ſeen clerely, that
they ne haue no proper beautie of dignitie.
And yet men oughten take more heed in
this: for if a wight be in ſo moch the more
outcaſt, that he is deſpiſed of moſt folke, ſo
as dignitie ne may not maken ſhrewes wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy
of no reuerence, then maketh dignite
ſhrewes rather diſpiſed than praiſed, the
which ſhrewes dignite ſheweth to moche
folke. And forſooth not unpuniſhed, that is
to ſaine, that ſhrewes reuengen hem ayen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
upon dignities. For they yelden ayen
to dignities as great guerdons, when they
diſpotten and defoulen dignities with her
vilonie. And for as moch as thou now know<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt,
that thilke very reuerence ne may nat
commen by theſe ſhadowy tranſitorie digni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties,
underſtonde now thus: that if a man
had uſed and had many maner dignities of
conſuls, and were parauenture commen a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mong
ſtraunge nacions, ſhuld thilke honour
maken him worſhipfull and redoubted of
ſtraunge folke? Certes if that honour of
people were a naturel yefte to dignities,
it ne might neuer ceſſen no where among
no maner folke to done his office. Right as
fyre in euery countrey ne ſtinteth not to en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chaufen
and maken hote. But for as moch
as for to been honorable or reuerent, ne com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
not to folk of her proper ſtrength of
nature, but onely of the falſe opinion of folk,
that is to ſaine, that wenen that dignities
maken folke digne of honours: anone there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
when they commen there as folke ne
knowen not thilke dignities, her honours
vaniſhen away, and that anon: But that
is among ſtraunge folke mayſt thou ſaine.
Ne amongs hem there they were borne, ne
dureth not thilke dignities alway. Certes
the dignitie of the prouoſtry of Rome was
whilom a great power: now it is nothing
but an ydle name, and the rent of the Se<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>natorie
a great charge. And if a wight whi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lom
had the office to taken hede to the vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tailes
of the people, as of corne and of o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
thinges, he was holden amongs hem
great. But what thing is more now out
caſte than thilke prouoſtrie? As I haue ſaid
a little here beforne, that thilke thing that
hath no proper beaute of it ſelf, receiueth
ſometime price and ſhining, and ſometime
leſeth it by thopinion of uſaunces. Now if
that dignities then ne mowe not make folke
digne of reuerence, and if that dignities
wexen foule of her wyll, by the ſilthe of
ſhrewes. And if dignities leſen her ſhining
by chaunging of tymes, and if they wexen
foule by eſtimacion of people, what is it that
they han in hem ſelfe of beaute, that ought
to be deſired? as who ſaith, none: then ne
mowen they yeuen no beaute of dignite to
none other.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quamvis ſe Tyrio ſuperbus oſtro comeret
&amp; niveis lapillis, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>AL be it ſo, that the proude Nero with
all his wode luxure, kembe him and
apparelled him with faire purpure of Tirie,
and with white peerles. Algates yet there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>of
hee hatefull to all folke, that is to ſay,
that all was he behated of all folkes, yet
this wicked Nero had great lordſhippe. And
yafe whilome to the reuerent Senatours the
unworſhipful ſeates of dignities. Vnworſhip<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
ſeates he clepeth here, for that Nero
that was ſo wicked yafe the dignities.</p>
                  <p>Who would then reaſonably wenen, that
blisfulneſſe were in ſoch honours, as been
yeuen by vicious ſhrewes.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>An vero regna, regnumque familiaritas efficere
potentem valent? Quidni, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BVt reignes and familiarities of kynges,
may they maken a man to ben migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty?
How els? when his blisfulneſſe dureth
perpetually. But certes, the olde age of
time paſſed, and eke of preſent time now,
is full of enſamples, how that Kings haue
chaunged into wretchedneſſe, out of her
welefulnes. O, a noble thing and a clere
thing is power, that nis not founden migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
to keepe it ſelfe. And if that power of
<pb n="377" facs="tcp:51487:207"/>
realmes be authour &amp; maker of bliſfulneſſe,
if thilk power lacketh on any ſide, amenuſeth
it nat thilke bliſfulneſſe, and bringeth in wret<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chedneſſe?
But yet al be it ſo, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the realmes
of mankinde ſtretchen brode, yet mote there
need ben moch folke, ouer which that euery
King ne hath no lordſhip ne commaunde<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment.
And certes vpon thilk ſide that power
falleth, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> maketh folke bliſfull, right
on y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſame ſide no powere entreth vnderneth
that maketh hem wretches. In this maner
then moten kings haue more porcion of wret<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chedneſſe
than of welefulneſſe.</p>
                  <p>A tyraunt that was king of Cecile, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> had
aſſayed y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> perill of his eſſate, ſhewed by ſimi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>litude
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> dredes of realmes by gaſteneſſe of a
ſwerde, that hong ouer the head of his fami<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lier.
What thing is then this power, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may
not done away the bitings of buſineſſe, ne eſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chew
the prickes of drede?</p>
                  <p>And certes yet woulden they liuen in ſiker<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
but they may nat. And yet they glorifyen
hem in her power. Holdeſt thou then y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thilke
man be mighty, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou ſeeſt that he would
done y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he may not done? And holdeſt thou
then him a mighty man, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath enuironned
his ſides with men of arms or ſergeants, &amp;
dredeth more hem that he maketh agaſt, than
they dreden him? and that is put in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> hands
of his ſeruaunts, why hee ſhould ſeeme migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie?
But of familiers or ſeruaunts of kings,
why ſhould I tell thee any thing, ſith that I
my ſelfe haue ſhewed thee that realmes hem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe
ben ful of great feebleſſe? The which fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>miliers,
certes, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> royall power of kinges in
hole eſtate, &amp; in eſtate abated, full oft throw<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
adowne.</p>
                  <p>Nero conſtrayned Senecke, his familier
and his mayſter, to cheſen on what death he
would die. Antonius commanded y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knights
ſlowen with her ſwerds Papinian his fami<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lier,
which Papinian had beene long time full
mightie amonges hem of the court. And yet
certes, they woulden both haue renounced
her power. Of which two, Seneck enforced
himſelfe to yeuen to Nero his richeſſe, &amp; alſo
to haue gone into ſolitarie exile. But when y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
great weight, that is to ſaine, of lords power,
or of Fortune, draweth hem that ſhullen fall,
neyther of hem ne might doe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hee would.
What thing is then thilk power that though
men have it yet they ben agaſt, &amp; when thou
wouldeſt haue it, thou nart not ſiker? And if
thou wouldeſt forleten it, thou maieſt nat eſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chewen
it. But wheder ben ſuch men friends
at need, as been counſayled by fortune, and
not by vertue? certes ſuch folk as weleful for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune
maketh frendes, contrarious fortune
maketh hem enemies. And what peſtilence
is more mighty for to annoy a wight, than a
familiar enemy?</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Qui ſe volet eſſe potentem, Animos domet ille
feroces: Nec victa libidine colla, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHo ſo woll be mightie, he mote daun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
his cruell courages, ne put nat
his neck ouercommen, vnder y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> foule raynes
of lechery. For all be it ſo, that the lordſhip
ſtretch ſo ferre, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the country of Inde qua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
at thy commandments, or at thy laws,
and at the laſt iſle in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſee, that hight Tyle,
be thrall to thee: yet if thou maieſt nat putten
away thy foule derke deſires, and driuen out
fro thee wretched complaints, certes, it nis
no power that thou haſt.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Gloria vero quam fallax ſaepe, quam turpis eſt;
Unde non injuria tragicus exclamat.
O gloria, gloria, millibus mortalium nihil aliud
facta, niſi aurium inflatio magna, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BUt glory, how deceiuable &amp; how foule is
it oft? For which thynge, not vnskilful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
a tragedian, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſaine, maker of dities,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> highten tragedies, cried and ſaid: O glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry,
glory, qd. he, thou nart nothing els to
thouſands of folkes, but a ſweller of eares.
For many haue full great renome by the
falſe opinion of the people.</p>
                  <p>And what thing may been thought fouler
than ſuche prayſing? For thilke folke that
been prayſed falſely, they moten needes haue
ſhame of her prayſing. And if that folke haue
getten hem thank or praiſing by her deſerts,
what thing hath thilk priſe eched or encreaſed
to the conſcience of wiſe folke, that meaſured
her good, nat by the rumour of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> people, but
by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſoothfaſtneſſe of conſcience? And if it ſeme
a fair thing, a man to haue encreaſed &amp; ſprad
his name, then followeth it, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it is deemed
to ben a foule thing, if it ne be yſprad and en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creaſed.
But as I ſaid a little here before, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
ſith there mote needes been many folkes, to
which folke the renome of a man ne may
nat commen, it befalleth, that he that thou
weneſt be glorious and renomed, ſemeth in
the next part of the erthes to ben without
glory and without renome. And certes a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mongs
theſe things, I ne trow nat that the
priſe and the grace of the people nis neither
worthy to ben remembred, ne commeth of
wiſe judgement, ne is ferme perdurably.
But now of this name of gentileſſe: what
man is it that ne may well ſeene how vaine
and flitting it is? For if the name of genti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe
be referred to renome and clereneſs of
linage, then is gentil name but a forain thing,
that is to ſay, to hem that glorifien hem of
her linage: For it ſemeth that gentilnes is
a manner praiſing that commeth of the de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerts
of aunceſters. And if praiſing maketh
gentilneſſe, then moten they needes been
gentill that ben praiſed. For which thing it
followeth, that if thou ne have no gentilnes
of thy ſelf, that is to ſain, priſe, that cometh
of thy deſert, forraine gentilneſſe ne maketh
thee nat gentill. But certes, if there be any
good in gentilneſſe, I trowe it be all onely
this: that it ſemeth as that a manner neceſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>te
be impoſed to gentilmen, for that they ne
ſhould nat outragen or forleauen fro the ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tues
of her noble kinred.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <pb n="378" facs="tcp:51487:208"/>
                  <head>Omne hominum genus in terris Simili ſurgit ab
hortu. Unus enim rerum pater eſt. Unus cun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cta
miniſtrat, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>AL the linage of men, that been in earth,
been ſemblable of birth. One alone is
father of things: one alone miniſtreth all
things: he yafe to the Sun his beames: he
yafe to the Moone her hornes: he yafe to
men the earth: he yafe the ſterres to the
heaven: he cloſed with membres the ſoules
that camen from his hie ſeat: Then com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
all mortal folke of noble ſeed. Why
noiſen or boſten ye of your elders? for if ye
loke your beginning, and God your father
authour and your maker, then nys there no
foreliued wight or ungentill but if he nou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſhe
his courage vnto vices, and forlete his
proper birth.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quid autem de corporis voluptatibus loquar, qua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rum
appetentia quidem plena eſt anxietatis, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BUt what ſhall I ſain of delices of body,
of whiche delices the deſirings ben full
of anguiſhes, and the fulfillings of hem ben
full of penaunce? how great ſickneſſes and
how great ſorrows unſufferable, right as a
maner fruit of wickednes, ben thilke delices
wont to bringen to the bodies of folke y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> uſen
hem? of which delices I not what joye may
been had of her mouing. But this wote I
well, * That who ſo euer woll remembren him
of his luxures, he ſhall well underſtand, that
the iſſues of delices ben ſorowfull and ſory.
And if thilke delices mow make folke blis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ful,
then by that ſame cauſe moten theſe beeſts
ben cleped blisful. Of which beeſts all the en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tencion
haſteth to fulfill her bodely jolitee.
And the gladneſſe of wife and children were
an honeſt thing, but it hath been ſaid that it
is ouer mokell ayenſt kind, that children have
been founden tourmentours to her Fathers,
I not how many. Of which children, how bi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
is euery condition, it needeth not to
tellen it thee, that haſt er this time aſſayed
it, and art yet now anguiſhous. In this time
approve I the ſentence of my diſciple Euri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pidis,
that ſaid, * That he that hath no chil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dren
is welefull by infortune.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Habet hoc voluptas omnis ſtimulis agit fruentes:
Apiumque par volantium ubi gratia mella ſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dit.
Fugit &amp; nimis tenaci ferit icta corda mor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſu,
&amp;c.</head>
                  <p>EVery delyte hath this, that it anguiſheth
hem with prickes that uſen it. It reſſem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bleth
to theſe flyeng flyes that we clepen
Bees, that after that he hath ſhedde his a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>greable
honnyes, he flyeth away, and ſting<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
the hertes of hem that been ſmitten with
biting ouerlong holden.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Nihil igitur dubium eſt, quin hae ad beatitudinem
viae devia quaedam ſint, nec perducere eo quen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quam
valeant, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>NOw it is no doubt then, that theſe ways
ne been a maner miſtidings to blisful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe:
ne that they ne mowen not ſeden folk
thider, as they beheten to leden hem. But
with how great harms theſe forſaid ways ben
enlaced, I ſhall ſhew you ſhortly. For why, if
thou enforceſt thee to aſſemble money, thou
muſt byreuen him his money that hath it.
And if thou will ſhinen with dignities, thou
muſt beſechen and ſupplien hem that ye<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen
tho dignities. And if thou coueiteſt by
honour to gone beforne other folkes, thou
ſhalt defoule thy ſelf thorow humbleſſe of aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>king.
If thou deſireſt power, thou ſhalt by
awaits of thy ſubiects anoyouſlie be caſt un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
by many parils. Askeſt thou glory? thou
ſhalt been ſo diſtract by aſpre thinges, that
thou ſhalt forgone ſikerneſſe. And if thou
woldeſt leden thy life in delites, euery wight
ſhal diſpiſen thee &amp; forleten thee, as thou that
art thrall to thing, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is right foule &amp; britel,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſaine, ſeruaunt to thy bodie. Now is
it wel yſeen, how litel and how brytel poſſeſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion
they coueiten, that putten the goodes of
the body aboue her owne reaſon. For mayſt
thou ſurmounten theſe Olifaunts in great<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
or in weight of bodie? or mayſt thou ben
ſtrenger than y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Bull? mayſt thou be ſwifter
than the Tygre? Behold the ſpaces and the
ſtableneſſe, and the ſwift courſe of Heauen,
and ſtint ſomtime to wondren on foul things.
The which heauen certes nys nat rather for
theſe thinges to be wondren upon, than for
the reaſon by which it is gouerned. But the
ſhyning of thy forme, that is to ſayne, the
beaute of thy body, how ſwiftly paſſing is it,
and how tranſitorie, certes, it is more flitting
than the mutabilitie of floures of the ſommer
ſeaſon. For ſo as Ariſtotel telleth, that if the
men had eyen of a beeſte that hight Lynx, ſo
that the loking of folk might percen through
tho thinges that withſtond it: who ſo looked
then in thentrailes of the body of Alcibiades,
that was full fayre in the ſuperficie without,
it ſhould ſeme right foule. And for thy, if thou
ſeemeſt fayre, thy nature ne maketh nat that,
but the diſceiuaunce of febleneſſe of the eyen
that loken. But prayſe the goods of the body
as moch as euer thee liſt, ſo that thou know
algates that what ſo it be, that is to ſaine, of
the goodes of the body, which that thou won<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dreſt
upon, may been diſtroyed or els diſſol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued
by the heet of a feuer of three days. Of
which foreſaid things I may reducen this
ſhortly in a ſumme, that theſe worldly goods,
which that ne mowen yeuen that they be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>highten,
ne been not parfite by the congre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gacion
of all goods, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ne ben not ways
ne pathes that bringen men to blisfulneſſe,
ne maken men to be blisfull.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Heu heu quae miſeros tramite devios abducit ig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>norantia,
non aurum in viridi quaeritis, arbo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>re,
&amp;c.</head>
                  <p>ALas, which foly, and which ignorance
miſleadeth wandring wretches fro the
<pb n="379" facs="tcp:51487:208"/>
path of very good. Certes ye ſeken no golde
in grene trees, ne ye gadren not precious
ſtones in vines: ne hyden not your ginnes in
hie mountains to catch fiſh, of the which ye
may maken rich feeſts.</p>
                  <p>And if you like to hunte to Roes, ye ne goe
nat to the fords of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> water that hight Thy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rene.
And ouer this, men know well the cre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kes
and the cauernes of the ſee yhyd in the
floodes, and knowen eke, which water is
moſt plenteous of white perles, and knowen
whiche water haboundeth moſt of reed pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pure,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſaine, of a maner ſhelfiſh, with
which men dien purpure: &amp; knowen which
ſtrondes habounden moſt of tendre fiſhes, or
of ſharpe fiſhes, that hight Echines. But
folkes ſuffren hemſelfe to ben ſo blind y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hem
ne retchen not to know where thilke goodes
ben yhid, which that they coueiten, but plun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gen
hem in yerth, &amp; ſeken there thilke good
that ſurmounteth the heuen, that beareth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
ſterres. What prayer may I maken that be
digne to the nice thoughtes of men? But I
pray that they coueiten richeſſe &amp; honours,
ſo that when they haue gotten tho falſe goods
with great trauaile, that therby they mowen
knowen the very goodes.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Hactenus mendacis formam faelicitatis oſtendiſſe
ſufficerit, quod ſi perſpicaciter intuearis, ordo
eſt deinceps, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>IT ſuffiſeth that I haue ſaid hyderto, the
form of falſe welefulneſſe: ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> if thou looke
now clerely, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> order of mine entencion re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quires
from henſforth, to ſhe wen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> very wele<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fulnes.
B. Forſoth (qd. I) I ſee well now, the
ſuffiſance may not commen by richeſſe, ne po<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wer
by realmes, ne reuerence by dignities, ne
gentilleſſe by glory, ne joy by delices. P. And
haſt thou wel knowen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cauſes (qd. ſhe) why it
is? B. Certes me ſemeth (qd. I) y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> I ſee hem,
right as though it were through a litel clifte:
But me were leauer knowen hem more open<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
of thee. Phi. Certes (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> reaſon is al
redy. For thilke thinge that ſimply is one
thing without any deuiſion, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> errour &amp; folly
of mankinde, devideth, &amp; departeth it, &amp; miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ledeth
it, &amp; tranſporteth from very &amp; parfit
good, to goodes that be falſe and vnparfit.
But ſay me this: weneſt thou that he that
hath need of power, that him ne lacketh no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing?
Boetius. Nay, qd. I. Philoſ. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
(qd. ſhe) thou ſayeſt aright: for if ſo be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
there is a thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in any partie be febler of
power, certes as in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it mote needs be nee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy
of foraine help. Boetius. Right ſo it is (qd.
I.) Philoſ. Suffiſaunce &amp; power ben of one
kind. Boet. So ſemeth qd. I.) Philoſophie.
And demeſt thou (qd. ſhe) that a thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is
of this maner, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, ſuffiſaunt &amp; migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
ought ben diſpiſed, or els that it be right
digne of reuerence aboue all things? Boet.
Certes (qd. I) it is no doubte that it is right
worthy to be reuerenced. Phil. Let vs adden
(qd. ſhe) reuerence to ſuffiſaunce &amp; to power,
ſo that we demen that theſe thre things be
one thing. Boetius. Certes (qd. I) let vs
adden it if we will graunt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſoth. P. What
demeſt thou (qd. ſhe) then is y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> a derk thing &amp;
not noble, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is ſuffiſant, reuerent, and migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty?
or els that it is right noble &amp; right clere
by celebrate of renome? Conſider then (qd.
ſhe) as we haue graunted here byforne y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he
that ne hath no need of nothing, and is moſt
mighty and moſt digne of honour, if him
needeth any clereneſſe of renome, which
clereneſſe hee might not graunten of himſelfe,
ſo for lacke of thilke clereneſſe he might ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
the febler on any ſide, or the more out<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>caſt.
Gloſe. That is to ſay, nay: For who ſo
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is ſuffiſaunt, mighty, &amp; reuerent, clereneſſe
of renome foloweth of the foreſaid thinges:
he hath it all ready of his ſuffiſaunce. Boe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tius.
I may not, qd. I, deny it, but I mote
graunten as it is, that this thing is right
celebrable by clereneſſe of renome and no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bleſſe.
P. Then followeth, qd. ſhe, that we ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
clereneſſe of renome to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> foreſaid things,
ſo that there be amongs hem no difference.
B. This is a conſequence, qd. I. P. This
thing then, qd. ſhe, that ne hath nede of no
foraine thing, and that may do all things by
his ſtrengthes, &amp; that is noble &amp; honourable,
is it not a mery thing and joyful? Boetius.
But whence, qd. I, that any ſorowe might
come to this thing that is ſoche, certes I
may not thinke. Philoſophie. Then mote
wee graunten, qd. ſhee, that this thing be ful
of gladneſſe, if the foreſaid things be ſothe.
And certes, alſo mote we graunten, that
ſuffiſance, power, nobleſſe, reuerence, and
gladneſſe, be onely diuers by names, but her
ſubſtaunce hath no diuerſite. Boetius. It
mote needly be ſo, qd. I. Philoſoph. Thilke
thing then, qd. ſhe, that is one &amp; ſimple in
his nature, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wickedneſſe of men departeth
and deuideth it: And when they enforcen hem
to getten partie of a thinge, that ne hath no
part, they ne getten hem neyther thilke par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
that nys none, ne the thing all whole y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
they deſire. Boetius. In which manere, qd.
I. Philoſophie. Thilke man, qd. ſhe, that
ſecheth richeſſe to flyen pouerty, he ne trauai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth
him not for to get power, for he hath lea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uer
be derke and vyle, and eke withdraweth
from himſelfe many naturell delytes, for hee
nolde leſe the money that he hath aſſembled.
But certes in this maner he ne getteth him
no ſuffiſaunce, that power foreleteth, and
that moleſtie pricketh, and that filthe ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
out-caſte, and that derkeneſſe hideth.
And certes he that deſireth only power, waſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
and ſcattereth richeſſe, and deſpiſeth de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lyces
and eke honour that is without pow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>er,
ne he ne prayſeth glory nothing. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
this ſeeſt thou well that many things
faylen to him: For he hath ſometime de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faute
of many neceſſitees, and many angui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhes
byten hym. And when he may not done
tho defaltes away, he forletteth to be migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
and that is the thyng that he moſt
deſyreth. And right thus may I make ſem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>blable
<pb n="380" facs="tcp:51487:209"/>
reaſons of honour, of glory, &amp; of deli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces:
For ſo euery of theſe foreſaid things is
the ſame y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> theſe other things been, that is to
ſaine, al one thing. Whoſoeuer ſeketh to get<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
that one of theſe, and not y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> other, he ne
getteth not that he deſireth. Boetius. What
ſayeſt thou then, if that a man coueite to get<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
all theſe things togider. Philoſo. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
(qd. ſhe) I wold ſay y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he would get him
ſouerain blisfulnes, but y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhall he not finde
in tho things that I haue ſhewed, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> mowe
not yeue that they beheten. Boetius. Certes
no (qd. I.) Phi. Then (qd. ſhe) ne ſhullen men
not by no way ſeken bliſfulnes in ſoch things,
as men wenen that they ne mowe gyuen but
one thyng ſinglerly of all that menne ſeken.
Boetius. I graunt well (qd. I) ne non ſother
thing may be ſaid. Philoſoph. Now haſt thou
then (qd. ſhe) the forme &amp; the cauſe of falſe
welefulneſſe: Now turne and flitte againe to
thy thought, for there ſhall thou ſeene anon
thilke very bliſfulneſſe that I haue behight
thee. B. Certes (qd. I) it is clere &amp; open, thogh
it were to a blind man: And y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhewdeſt thou
me a litel here be forne, when thou enforcedeſt
thee to ſhew me the cauſes of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> falſe weleful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.
For (but if I be begiled) then is y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thilke
very bliſfulneſſe and parfite, that parfitly ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
a man ſuffiſaunt, mighty, honourable,
noble and ful of gladneſſe. And for thou ſhalt
well knowe, that I haue well vnderſtanden
theſe things within my hart: I know well,
that thilke bliſfulneſſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men verely yeuen
one of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> foreſaid things, ſens they be all one:
I know doubtleſſe that thilke thing is full of
bliſfulneſſe. Philoſophie. O my norice (qd. ſhe)
by this opinion I ſay that thou art bliſfull, if
thou put this thereto that I ſhall ſain. Boe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tius.
What is that (qd. I.) Ph. Troweſt thou
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> there be any thing in this erthly mortall
tombling things, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may bringen this eſtate?
Bo. Certes (qd. I) I trow it not: &amp; thou haſt
ſhewed me wel, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ouer thilk good there nis
nothing more to ben deſired. P. Theſe things
then (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſaine, earthly ſuffiſaunce
and power, &amp; ſoch things erthly, they ſemen
likeneſſe of very good, or els it ſeemeth that
they yeuen to mortall folke a maner of good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
that ne be not parfite, but thilke good
that is very and parfite, that may they not
yeuen. Boe. I accord me well (qd. I.) Phil.
Then (qd. ſhe) for as moch as thou haſte kno<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wen
which is thilke very bliſfulnes, and eke
which thilke things ben, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> lien falſely bliſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fulneſſe,
that is to ſay, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they by deceite ſemen
very goodes: Now behoueth thee to knowe
whence &amp; where thou mow ſeke thilke very
bliſfulneſſe. B. Certes (qd. I) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> deſire I great<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
&amp; haue abyden longe tyme to herken it.
P. But for as moch (qd. ſhe) as it liketh to my
diſciple Plato in his book of Tymeo, that in
right littell things men ſhoulden beſeche y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
help of God: What judgeſt thou y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> be now
to done, ſo that wee may deſerue to find y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
ſeat of thilke ſouerein God? B. Certes (qd. I)
I denie y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we ſhullen cleape to the father of
all goodes, for withouten him nys there no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
founded aright. P. Thou ſaieſt aright
(qd. ſhe) &amp; began anon to ſingen right thus.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>O qui perpetua mundum ratione gubernas,
Terrarum caelique ſator, qui tempus ab aevo,
Ire jubes, ſtabiliſ<expan>
                        <am>
                           <g ref="char:abque"/>
                        </am>
                        <ex>que</ex>
                     </expan> manens dans cuncta moveri:
Quem non externae pepulerunt fingere cauſae, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>O Thou father, ſoueraigne and creatour
of heauen and of erthes, that gouern<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
this World by pardurable reaſon, that
commandeſt the times to gone, ſith that
age had beginning. Thou that dwelleſt thy
ſelfe aye ſtedfaſt and ſtable, and yeueſt al
other things to be meued, ne foryeue cauſes
ne ceſſeden thee neuer to compoun werke
of flattering mater, but onely the forme
of ſouerain good yſet, within thee without en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uy,
that meued thee frely. Thou that art al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
fayreſt, hearing the fayre world in thy
thought, formedeſt this world to thy like<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
ſemblable, of that fayre world in thy
thought. Thou draweſt all thing on thy ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueraine
enſampler, and commaundeſt that
this world perfetlich ymaked, haue freely &amp;
abſolute his perfite parties. Thou bindeſt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
elements by nombres proporcionables, that
the cold thinges mowen accorden with the
hotte thinges, and the drie things with the
moiſt: That the fire, that is pureſt, ne flie
nat ouer hie, ne that the heauineſſe ne draw
nat adoun ouerlow the yerthes, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> be plong<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
in the waters. Thou knitteſt togider y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
meane ſoul of treble kind mouing all things,
&amp; deuideſt it by membres according. And
when it is thus deuided, it hath aſſembled
amouing in to roundes, it goeth to turne
againe to himſelf, and enuironneth a full
deepe thought, and turneth the heuen by a
ſemblable image. Thou by euen lyke cauſes
enhanceſt the ſoules and the leſſe liues, and
abling hem to height by light waines or car<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes.
Thou ſoweſt hem in to heauen and in to
yerth, and when they be conuerted to thee by
thy benigne law, thou makeſt hem returne
ayen to thee by ayen ledyng fyre. O father,
yeue thou to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thought to ſtyen vp in to thy
ſtraite ſeate, &amp; graunt hem to enuironne the
wel of good. And y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> light yfound, graunt him
to ſixen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> clere ſights of his courage in thee,
and ſcatter thou and to breake y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> weyghts
and the clouds of earthly heauineſſe, &amp; ſhine
thou by thy brightneſſe. For thou art clere<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
thou art peſyble reſt to debonayre folk,
thou thy ſelfe art beginning, bearer, leder,
path, &amp; terme to look on thee that is our end.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quoniam igitur, quae ſit imperfecti, quae etiam
perfecti boni forma vidiſti, nunc demonſtran<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dum
reor, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>FOraſmoche then, as thou haſt ſeen which
is the forme of good that nys not parfite,
and the forme of good which that is parfite.
Now trow I y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it were good to ſhew in what
<pb n="381" facs="tcp:51487:209"/>
this perfection of bliſfulnes is ſet. And in this
thing I trow that we ſhall firſt enquire for to
weten, if that any ſoch maner good, as thilke
good as thou haſt diffiniſhed a litell here be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forne,
that is to ſaine, ſoueraine good, may be
found in the nature of things. For that vaine
imagination of thought ne deſceue vs not,
and put vs out of the ſothefaſtneſſe of thylke
thyng y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is ſubmitted to vs. But it may not
be denied that thilke ne is, and that is right
as a well of all goodes. For all thing that is
cleped imparfite is proued imparfite by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>menuſing
of perfection of thinge that is par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fite.
And hereof commeth it that euery thing
generall, if that men ſene any thing that is
imparfite, certes in thilke thinge is generall,
there mote be ſome thing that is parfite. For
if ſo be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> perfection is don away, men may
not thinke ne ſay from whence thilke thing
is, that is cleped imparfite. For the nature
ne toke not her beginning of thinges amenu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
and imparfite, but it procedeth of thinges
that been all hole abſolute, &amp; diſcendeth ſo
down in to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> vttreſt things, and into things
empty and without fruite. But as I haue
ſhewed a little here beforne, that if that there
be a bliſfulneſs that be freele, &amp; vain, &amp; imper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fite,
there may no man doubt that there nis
ſome bliſfulneſſe that there is ſad, ſtedfaſt and
parfite. Boecius. This is concluded (qd. I)
firmely &amp; ſoothfaſtly. Phi. But conſider alſo
(qd. ſhe) in whom this bliſfulneſſe inhabiteth.
The commune accord and conceit of the cou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rage
of men proueth &amp; graunteth, that God,
prince of all things, is good. For ſo as nothing
may be thought better than good, it may not
be doubted then, than he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> nothing nys bet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
than he, nys good. Certes, reaſon ſheweth
that God is ſo good, that it proveth by very
force, that perfite good is in him. For if God
nis ſuch, he ne may not ben prince of al thing.
For certes, ſome thing poſſeſſing in it ſelf per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fite
good, ſhould be more worthy than God:
and it ſhould ſeemen, that thilke thing were
firſt and older than God. For we haue ſhewed
apertly, that all things that ben parfite, been
firſt, or things that ben imparfite. And for thy,
foraſmuch as that my reaſon, or my proceſſe,
ne go not a way without an end, we owen to
granten, that the ſoueraigne good is right full
of ſoueraign perfit good. And we have eſtabli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhed,
that the ſoueraign good is very bliſful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nes:
then mote it needs be, that very bliſful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nes
is ſet in ſoveraigne good. Boecius. This
take I well (qd. I) ne this ne may not be with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaid
in no manner. Philoſ. But I pray thee
(qd. ſhe) ſee now how thou mayeſt proven ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lily,
and withouten corrupcion, this that we
have ſayd, that the ſoueraign God is full of
right ſoueraigne good. Bo. In which manner
(qd. I.) Phil. Weneſt thou aught (qd. ſhe) that
the father of all things hath taken thilke ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veraigne
good any where out of himſelf? Of
which ſoueraigne good, men proueth that he
is full. Right as thou mighteſt thinken, that
God, that hath bliſfulnes in himſelf, and thilk
bliſfulneſe that is in him were divers in ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtance.
For if thou wene that God hath recei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved
thilke good out of himſelfe, thou mayeſt
wene, that he that yaue thilke good to God, be
more worthy than God. But I am beknow
and confeſſe, and that right dignely, that God
is right worthy above all things: And if ſo be
that this good be in him by nature, but that is
diverſe from him by wening reaſon, ſens we
ſpeaken of God, prince of all things. Faine
whoſo faine may, who was he that conioined
theſe things together. And eke at the laſt, ſee
well, that a thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is divers fro any thing,
that thilke thing nis not the ſame thing, for
which it is vnderſtanden to ben diuers. Then
followeth it well, that thilke thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> by his
nature is divers from ſoueraigne good, that
thing is not ſoueraigne good. But certes, it
were a felonous curſedneſſe, to thinken that
of him, that nothing nis more worth. For al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way,
of all things, the name of hem ne may
not ben better than her beginner. For which
I may concluden, by right very reaſon, that
thilke that is beginning of all things, thilke
ſame thing is ſoueraigne God in his ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtance.
Bo. Thou haſt ſaid rightfully (qd I.)
Pholoſ. But we have graunted (qd. ſhe) that
the ſoueraigne good is bliſfulneſſe. Bo. That
is ſooth (qd. I.) Philoſ. Then, qd. ſhe, we
mote needs graunten &amp; confeſſen, that the
ilke ſame ſoueraigne good be God. Boe. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
qd. I, I ne may not deny, ne withſtande
the reaſons purpoſed, and I ſee well that it
followeth by ſtrength of the premiſſes. Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſ.
Look now, qd. ſhe, if this be proved yet
more firmely thus, that there ne mowen not
been two ſoueraigne goods, that ben diverſe
among hemſelfe. For certes, the goods that
been diverſe among hemſelfe, that one is not
that the other is. Then ne mowen neither of
hem be perfite, ſo as either of hem lacketh to
other, but that that nis not perfite, men may
ſeene apertly that it nis not ſoveraigne. The
things then y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> be ſoveraignly good, ne mow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
by no way be divers. But I have well
concluded, that bliſfulneſſe and GOD been
the ſoueraigne good, for which it mote needs
been that ſoveraigne bliſfulneſſe is ſovereign
dignity. Boe. Nothing, qd. I, is more ſooth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faſt
than this, ne more firme by reaſon, ne
a more worthy thing than God, may not be
concluded.</p>
                  <p>Philoſo. Vpon theſe things then, qd. ſhe,
right as theſe Geometricians, when they
have ſhewed their propoſitions, been wont to
bringen in things, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they clepen porriſmes,
or declarations of foreſaid things: right ſo
woll I yeue thee here, as a Corollary, or a
mede of crowne. For why, for as much as by
the getting of blisfulneſſe men been maked
bliſful, and bliſfulneſſe is dignity: then it is
manifeſt and open, that by the getting of dig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity
men ben maked bliſful, right as by the
getting of Iuſtice. And by y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> getting of Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pience
they be maked wiſe, right ſo, needs by
the ſemblable reaſon, when they haue gotten
<pb n="382" facs="tcp:51487:210"/>
diuinitie, they be made gods. Then is eve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
man bliſful a god. But certes by nature
there nis but one God, but by the partici<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pation
of the Diuinity, there ne letteth ne
diſtourbeth nothing, that there ne be many
gods. Bo. This is, qd. I, a fair thing and
a precious. clepe it as thou wilt, be it Corol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lary,
or Porriſme, or mede of Croune, or de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>claring.
P. Certes (qd. ſhe) nothing nis
fairer than is the thing, that by reaſon ſhuld
be added to theſe foreſaid things. Bo. What
thing, (qd. I.) Ph. So, qd. ſhe, as it ſeem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
that bliſfulneſſe containeth many things,
it were for to weten, whether that all theſe
things maken or conioynen, as a manner
body of bliſfulneſſe, by the diverſity of par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties
of members, or elſe if any of all theſe
things be ſuch, that it accompliſh by him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe
the ſubſtaunce of bliſfulneſſe. So all
theſe other things been referred and brought
to bliſfulneſſe, that is to ſay, as to the cheef
of hem. Bo. I would, qd. I, that thou ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deſt
me clearly to underſtand what thou
ſayeſt, and with what thou recordeſt me the
foreſaid things. Phi. Have I not judged,
qd. ſhe, that blisfulneſſe is good? Boe. Yes
forſooth, qd. I, and that ſoueraigne good.
Phi. Adde then, qd. ſhe, thilke good that is
made bliſfulneſſe to all the foreſaid things:
For thilke ſame bliſfulneſſe, that is deem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
to be ſoueraign ſuffiſaunce, thilke ſelfe is
ſoueraigne power, ſoueraigne reuerence, ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veraigne
cleareneſſe or nobleſſe, and ſoue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>raigne
delite.</p>
                  <p>What ſayſt thou then of all theſe things,
that is to ſay, ſuffiſaunce, power, and theſe
other things? Been they then as members
of bliſfulneſſe, or been they referred and
brought to ſoueraigne good, right as all
things that been brought to the cheef of
hem? Bo. I underſtond well, qd. I, what
thou purpoſeſt to ſeek: but I deſire for to
hearken, that thou ſhew it to me. Ph. Take
now thus the diſcretion of this queſtion,
qd. ſhe. If all theſe things, qd. ſhe, weren
members to felicitie, then weren they di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers
that one from that other: and ſuch is
the nature of parties or of members, that di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers
members compounen a body. Bo. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
qd. I, it hath well ben ſhewed here be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forne,
that all theſe things ben all one thing.
Phi. Then been they no members, qd. ſhe.
For els it ſhould ſeem, that bliſfulneſſe were
comoyned all of o member alone, but that is
a thing may not be done. Bo. This thing,
qd. I, then nis not doubtous, but I abide
to hearken the remenaunt of thy queſtion.
This is open and cleare, qd. ſhe, that all o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
things ben referred and brought to good:
For therefore is ſuffiſaunce required, for it
is deemed to be good: and for thy, is pow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>er
required, for men trowen alſo that it be
good. And this ſame thing mowen we thin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken,
and conjecten of reuerence, of nobleſſe,
and of delite. Then is ſoueraigne good the
ſumme and the cauſe of all that ought to
been deſired. For why, thilke thing that with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>holdeth
no good in it ſelf, ne ſemblaunce of
good, it ne may not well in no manner be de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſired
ne required. And the contrary: for
though that things by her nature ne ben not
good, algates if men wenen that they been
good, yet ben they deſired, as though they
were verely good. And therefore it is ſaid,
that men ought to wene by right, that boun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
be the ſoueraigne fine, and the cauſe of all
the things that ben to requiren. But certes,
thilke that is cauſe, for which men requiren
any thing, it ſeemeth that thilke ſame thing
be moſt deſired, as thus: if that a wight
would riden for cauſe of heale, he ne deſireth
not ſo much the mooving to riden, as the ef<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fect
of his heale. Now then ſens that all
things ben required for the grace of good,
they ne ben not deſired of all folke, more than
the ſame good. But we have graunted, that
bliſfulneſſe is that ſame thing, for which that
all theſe other things ben deſired. Then is
it thus, that certes onely bliſfulneſſe is re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quired
and deſired. By which thing it ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
clerely, that of good and bliſfulneſſe is all
one and the ſame ſubſtance. Bo. I ſee not,
qd. I, wherefore that men might diſcorden
in this. Philoſ. And we have ſhewed, that
God and very bliſfulneſſe is all one thing.
Bo. That is ſooth, qd. I. Phi. Then mow
we conclude ſikerly, that the ſubſtaunce of
God is ſet in thilke ſame good, and in none
other place.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Huc omnes pariter venite capti. Quos fallax ligat
improbis catenis. Terrenas habitans libido men<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes.
Hic erit vobis requies laborum, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>COmmeth all together now ye that been
ycaught and bound with wicked chains,
by the delite of earthly things inhabiting in
your thought. Here ſhall be the reſt of your
labour: here is the haven ſtable, in quiete pe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſible.
This alone is the open refute to wretch<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>es,
that is to ſain, that ye that be combred
and deceiued with worldly affections, com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
now to this ſoveraine good, that is, God,
that is refute to hem that willen commen to
him. All the things y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the river Tagus ye<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueth
you, with his golden gravels: or els all
the things that the river Hermus yeueth
with his red brink: or that Indus yeueth, that
is next the hote partie of the world, that med<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth
the green ſtones with the white: ne
ſhould not cleren the looking of your thouȝt,
but hiden rather your blind corage within
her derknes. All that liketh you here, and ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>citeth
and moueth your thoughts, the earth
hath nouriſhed it within his low caues. But
the ſhining, by which the heaven is govern<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
and whence that his ſtrength, that eſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheweth
the dark ouerthrowing of the ſoul,
and whoſoever may knowen thilke light of
blisfulneſſe, he will ſaine, that the white
beams of the Sunne ne be not cleare.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <pb n="383" facs="tcp:51487:210"/>
                  <head>Aſſentior (inquam) cuncta enim firmiſſimis nexa
rationibus conſtant. Tum illa, quanti, inquit,
tu aeſtimabis, ſi bonum ipſum, quid ſit, agno<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veris,
&amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BOecius. I aſſent me, qd. I, for all things
ben ſtrongly bounden with right ferme
reaſons. Philoſophie. How much wilt thou
praiſen it, qd. ſhe, if that thou knoweſt what
the like good is? Boecius. I woll praiſe it,
qd. I, by price without end, if it ſhall betide
me to know alſo togither God that is good.
Philoſophie. Certes, qd. ſhe, that ſhall I
doe thee by very reaſon, if that tho things,
that I have concluded a little here beforne,
dwellen onely in her graunting. Boecius.
They dwellen graunted to thee, qd. I, that
is to ſaine, as who ſaith, I graunt to thy
foreſaied concluſions. Philoſophie. I haue
ſhewed thee, qd. ſhe, that the things that
been required of many folke, ne been not
very goods, ne perfite: for they ben diuers,
that one from that other. And ſo as each
of hem is lacking to other, they ne haue no
power to bring a good, that is full and abſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lute.
But then at erſt been they very good,
when they been gathered togider all into
one forme, and into one werking: ſo that
thilke thing that is ſuffiſaunt, thilke ſame
is power, and reuerence, nobleſſe, &amp; mirth.
And forſooth, but if all theſe things be al one
ſame thing, they ne haue not whereby that
they mowe be put in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> number of things
that ought to be required and deſired. Bo.
It is ſhewen. qd. I, ne hereof may there no
man doubten. Philoſophie. The thynges
then, qd. ſhe, that ne been no goodes, when
they ben diuers, and when they beginnen
to be all one thing, then ben they goods, ne
commeth it not then, by the getting of uni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie,
that they be maked goods? Boeci. So
ſeemeth it, qd. I. Philoſo. But all thyng
that is good, qd. ſhe, graunteſt thou that it
be good, by the participation of good or no?
Boecius. I grant it, qd. I. Philoſo. Then
muſt thou graunten, qd. ſhe, by ſemblable
reaſon, that one and good be one ſame thing.
For of things, of which the effect nis not
naturally diuers, nedes her ſubſtaunce muſt
be one ſame thing. Boecius. I ne may not
denie it, qd. I. Philoſophie. Haſt thou not
knowen wel, qd. ſhe, that all things that is,
hath ſo long his dwelling and his ſuſtaunce,
as long as it is one: but when it forletteth
to been one, it muſt needs dien, and corrum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pen
together? Boecius. In which manner,
qd. I. Philoſo. Right as in beaſts, qd. ſhe,
when the ſoule and the bodie been conioyn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
in one, and dwelling together, it is cle<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ped
a beaſt; and when her unitie is deſtroy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
by thy diſceueraunce of that one from
that other, then ſheweth it well, that it is a
dead thing, and it is no lenger no beaſt.</p>
                  <p>And the bodie of a wight, while it dwel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth
in one forme, by coniunction of mem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bers,
it is well ſeene, that it is a figure of
mankind: And if the parties of the bodie be
diuided and diſceuered that one from that
other, that they deſtroy the unitie, the bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>die
forletteth to be that it was beforne. And
who ſo would ren in the ſame manner by
all things, he ſhould ſeen that without doubt
euery thing is in his ſubſtance, as long as
it is one: and when it forletteth to be one,
it dieth and periſheth.</p>
                  <p>Bo. When I conſider, qd. I, many things,
I ſee none other. Philoſophie. Is there any
thing, qd. ſhe, that in as much as it liueth
naturally, that foreletteth that talent or ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>petite
of his being, and deſireth to come to
death and to corrupcion? Boe. If I conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der,
qd. I, the beaſtes, that haue any man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
nature of willing and of nilling, I ne
find no beaſt, but if it be conſtrained fro
withoutforth, that foreletteth or deſpiſeth
the entencion to liuen and to duren, or that
will his thankes haſten him to dien.</p>
                  <p>For euery beaſt trauaileth him to deſende
and keep the ſaluacion of his life, &amp; eſcheweth
death and deſtruction. But certes, I doubt
me of herbes and trees, that ne haue no
feling Soules, ne no natural workings, ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uing
to appetites, as beaſts haue, whether
they haue appetite to dwellen and to duren.</p>
                  <p>Philoſophie. Certes, qd. ſhe, thereof dare
thee not doubt. Now looke upon y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Hearbes
and Trees, for they wexen firſt in ſuch pla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces
as been conuenable to hem: in whiche
places they mowe not dien ne drien, as long
as her nature may defend hem. For ſome of
hem wexen in Fields, and ſome wexen in
Mountaines, &amp; other wexe in Mareis, and
other cleauen on rocks, &amp; ſome wexen plen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teous
in ſondes. And if any wight enforce
him to bear hem into other places, they wex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
drye. * For nature yeueth to euery thing
that is conuenient to hem, and trauayleth
that they ne die, as long as they haue power
to dwellen &amp; to liuen. What wilt thou ſain
of this, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they drawen all her nouryſhings
by her roots, right as they hadden her mouths
yplunged within the earthes, &amp; ſhedden by
her mareis her wood &amp; her barke? And what
wilt thou ſaine of this, that the ilke thing
that is right ſoft, as the marie is, that is
alway hid in the ſeat of all within, and that
is defended from without, by the ſtedfaſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of wood, and that the uttereſt Barks
is put ayenſt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> diſtemperaunce of the hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen,
as a defendour, mightie to ſufferen
harme? And thus certes mayeſt thou well
ſeene, how great is the diligence of nature:
for all things renouelen and publiſhen hem
with ſeed ymultiplied.</p>
                  <p>Ne there nis no man, that ne wote well,
that they ne been right as a foundement &amp;
edifice, for to duren not onely for a time, but
right as for to dure perdurably by genera<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion.
And y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> things eke y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men wenen ne haue
no ſouls, ne deſire they not by ſemblable rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
to keep that is his, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſaine, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cording
to her nature, in conſeruacion of her
<pb n="384" facs="tcp:51487:211"/>
being and enduring? For wherefore els bear<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
lightneſſe the flames vp, and the weight
preſſeth the yearth adoun, but for as much as
thilke place and thilke mouings be couena<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
to eueriche of hem. And forſooth, euery
thing keepeth thilke that is according and
proper to him, right as things that ben con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trarious
and enemies corrumpen hem. And
yet the hard things (as ſtones) cleauen and
holden her parties togither right faſt and
hard, and defenden hem in withſtanding,
that they ne departen lightly, and yeuen
place to hem, that breaken or deuiden hem:
but natheleſſe, they retourne ayen ſoone into
the ſame things from whence they be ara<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ced.
But fire fleeth and refuſeth all deuiſion.
Ne I ne treat not now here of wilful moo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uings
of the ſoule that is knowing, but of
naturell entencion of things, as thus: right
as we ſwallowen the meat that we receiuen,
and ne think not on it, and as we draw our
breath in ſleeping, that we were not while we
ſleepen. For certes in the beaſts, the loue of
her liuings, ne of her beings, ne commeth
not of the w<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>nings of the ſoule, but of the
beginnings of nature. For certes, through
conſtrayning cauſes, will deſireth and em<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>braceth
full oft times the death, that nature
dredeth, that is to ſaine, as thus: That a man
may be conſtrayned ſo by ſome cauſe, that
his will deſireth, and taketh the death, which
that nature hateth and dreadeth full ſore.
And ſometime we ſeen the contrary, as thus:
that the will of a wight diſturbeth and con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
that, that nature alway deſireth and
requireth, that is to ſay, the werkes of gene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>racion,
by the which generacion only dwel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth,
and is ſuſtayned the long durabilitie of
mortal things, as thus: This charitie and
this loue, that euery thing hath to himſelf,
ne commeth not of the mouing of the ſoul,
but of the entencion of nature. For the pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueyaunce
of God hath yeuen to things, that
ben create of him this, that is a full great
cauſe to liuen and to duren, for which they
deſiren naturelly her life, as long as euer
they mowen: for which thou maiſt not drea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
by no manner, that all things that been
any where, that they ne requiren naturally
the firm ſtableneſſe of perdurable dwelling,
and eke the eſchewing of deſtruction.</p>
                  <p>Boeci. I confeſſe (qd. I) that I ſee well
now, and certainely, withouten doubt, the
things that a while ago ſeemeden vncertain
to me. Philoſ. But (qd. ſhe) thilk thing that
deſireth to be and dwell perdurably, he deſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reth
to been one: for if that one were deſtroy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
certes, being ſhould there none dwellen
to no wight. Boecius. That is ſooth (qd. I.)
Philoſophie. Then (qd. ſhe) deſiren all
things one. Boecius. I aſſent (qd. I) Philo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſophie.
And I haue ſhewed (qd. ſhe) that ilke
ſame one is thilke that is good. Boecius.
Ye forſooth (qd. I) Philoſophie. All things
then (qd. ſhe) requiren good, and thilke maiſt
thou diſcriuen thus: good is thilke thing
that euery wight deſireth. Boecius. There
ne may be thought no more very thing
(qd. I) for either all things be referred and
brought to nought, and flotten without go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uernour
diſpoiled of one, as of her proper
head: or els if there be any thing, to which
that all things tenden and hyen to, that
thing muſt be the ſoueraign good of all goods.
Philoſophie. Then ſaid ſhe thus: O my nou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rice
(qd. ſhe) I haue great gladneſſe of thee,
for thou haſt fixed in thy hart the middle
ſoothfaſtneſſe, that is to ſaine, the pricke: but
this thing hath be diſcouered to thee, in that
thou ſaideſt, that thou wiſteſt not a little here
beforne. Boecius. What is that (qd. I) Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſ.
That thou ne wiſteſt not (qd. ſhe) which
was the end of things, and certes, that is
the thing that euery wight deſireth. And for
as much as we haue gathered and compre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hended,
that good is thilk thing that is deſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red
of all, then mote we needs confeſſe, that
good is the fine of all things.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quiſquis profunda mente veſtigat verum. Cupit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>que
nullis ille deviis falli, in ſe revolvat intimi
lucem viſus, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHo ſo ſeeketh ſooth by a deep thought,
and coueiteth to beene diſceyued by
no miſwayes, let him rollen and treaten
within himſelfe, the light of his inward
ſight: and let him gatheren ayen, encly<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning
into a compace, the long moouinges
of his thoughts. And let him teachen his
courage, that hee hath encloſed and hidde
in his treaſours all that he hath compaſſed
or ſought from without: and then thilke
thing, that the blacke cloudes of errour
whylome had couered, ſhall light more
clearely than Phebus himſelfe ne ſhineth.
Gloſa. Who ſo woll ſeeke the deepe
grounds of ſooth in his thought, and woll
not be deceyued by falſe propoſicions that
gone amiſſe from the troth, let him well
examine and rolle within himſelfe the na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture
and properties of the thing. And let him
eftſoons examine and rollen his thoughts,
by good deliberacion, or that he deme. And
let him teachen his ſoul, that it hath by natu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rell
principles kindliche thidde within it ſelf
all the trouth, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> which he imagineth to been
in things without: &amp; then all the darkneſſe of
his miſknowing ſhall ſeme more euidently
to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſight of his vnderſtanding, than the Sun
ne ſemeth to the ſight withoutforth. For
certes, the bodie bringing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> weight of foryet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
ne hath not chaſed out of your thought
all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> clereneſſe of your knowing: for certain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
the ſeed of ſooth holdeth &amp; cleaueth with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>in
your corage, and it is awaked and excited
by the winds, and by the blaſts of doctrine.</p>
                  <p>For wherefore els deemen ye of your own
will y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> rights, when ye be aſked, but if ſo were
that the nouriſhing of reaſon ne liued yplun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged
in the deep of your heart: that is to ſain,
how ſhould men demen y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſooth of any thing
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that were asked, and if there nere a root of
ſoothfaſtneſſe, that were yplunged and hid in
naturel principles, the which ſoothfaſtneſſe
liued within the deepneſſe of the thought?
And if it be ſo, that the muſe and the doctrine
of Plato ſingeth footh, all that euery wight
learneth, he ne doeth nothing els then, but
recordeth, as men recorden thyngs that ben
foryetten.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Tum ego, Platoni (inquam) vehementer aſſen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tior.
Nam me horum jam ſecundo commemo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ras.
Primum quod memoriam corporea con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tagione,
&amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THen ſaid I thus: I accord me greatly
to Plato, for thou recordeſt and remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>breſt
me theſe thyngs yet the ſecond time,
that is to ſay, when firſt I left my memory by
the contrarious conjunction of the body with
the ſoule: and eftſoones afterward, when I
loſt it, confounded by thy charge, and by the
burden of my ſorrow: and then ſayed ſhe
thus. If thou look (qd. ſhe) firſt the thyngs
that thou haſt graunted, it ne ſhall not been
right ferre, that thou ne ſhalt remembren the
ilke thing that thou ſaideſt that thou niſteſt
not. Bo. What thing (qd. I.) Philoſ. By
which y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> gouernment (qd. ſhe) that this world
is governed. Bo. I remember it well (qd. I)
and I confeſſe well, that I ne wiſt it naught.
But all be it ſo, that I ſee now from afarre
what thou purpoſeſt, algates I deſire yet to
hearken it of thee more plainly. Phil. Thou
ne wendeſt not (qd. ſhe) a little here beforne y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
men ſhould dout, that this world is governed
by God. Bo. Certes (qd. I) ne yet, ne dout I
it not, ne I nill neuer wene that it were to
dout: as who ſaith but I wot well that God
gouerneth this world. And I ſhall anſweren
thee by what reaſons I am brought to this.
This world, qd. I, of ſo many divers and con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trarious
parties, ne might never have ben aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſembled
in o forme, but if there were one, that
conioyned ſo many divers things. And the
ſame diverſitie of her natures, that ſo diſcor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den,
that one fro that other muſt departen,
and vnioynen the things y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> been conioyned, if
there ne were one that contained that he hath
conioyned &amp; ybound. Ne the certaine order
of nature ne ſhould not bring forth ſo ordeyne
mouings, by places, by times, by dooings, by
ſpaces, by qualities, if there ne were one that
were aye ſtedfaſt dwelling, that ordained &amp;
diſpoſed theſe diverſities of moouings. And
thilke thing, whatſoeuer it be, by which that
all things be ymaked and ladde, I clepe him
God, that is a word that is uſed to all folks.
Phil. Then ſaid ſhe: Sith thou feleſt thus
theſe things, I trow that I have little more
to doen, that thou, mighty of welefulneſſe,
hole and ſound, ne ſee eftſoones thy country.
But let us looken theſe things that we have
purpoſed here beforne. Have I not numbred
and ſaid (qd. ſhe) that ſuffiſaunce is in bliſful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.
And we have accorded, that God is the
ilke ſame bliſfulneſſe. Bo. Yes forſooth, (qd.
I.) Philoſ. And that to gouern this world,
qd. ſhe, ne ſhall he neuer haue need of none
help fro without. For els if he had need of
any help, he ne ſhould not have no full ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fiſaunce.
Boet. Yes thus it mote needs be
(qd. I.) Philoſ. Then ordeyned he by him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe
alone all things (qd. ſhe.) Boet. That
may not be denied, qd. I. Philoſ. And I
haue ſhewed that God is the ſame good. Bo.
It remembreth me well, qd. I. Philoſoph.
Then ordeyneth he all things by thilke good,
qd. ſhe, ſith he which we han accorded to be
good, gouerneth all things by himſelfe. And
he is a key and a ſteire, by which the edi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fice
of this world is kept ſtable, and without
corrumping. Bo. I accord me greatly, qd.
I. And I haue apperceived a little here be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forne,
that thou wouldeſt ſay thus: all were
it ſo that it were by a thinne ſuſpection. Phi.
I trow well, qd. ſhe. For as I trow thou
leadeſt now more ententifely thine eye to
looken the very goods. But natheles, the
thing that I ſhall tell thee, yet ne ſheweth
not laſſe to token. Bo. What is that, qd. I.
Phil. So as men trow, qd. ſhe, and that
rightfully, that God gouerneth all things
by the key of his goodneſſe. And all theſe ſame
things that I haue taught thee, haſten hem
by natural contencion to come to good, there
may no man doubten, that they ne be gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned
voluntarily. And that they ne conuerten
hem of her own good will to her ordeynour.
As that they ben according, and enclining to
her gouernour and to her king. Bo. It mote
needs be ſo, qd. I, for the realme ne ſhould
not ſeme bliſful, if there were a yoke of miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>drawings
in divers parties, ne the ſauing of
obedient things ne ſhould not be then. Phi.
Is there nothing, qd. ſhe, that keepeth his
nature, that enforceth him to gone ayenſt
God? Boet. No, qd. I. Philoſ. And if that
any thing enforced him to withſtande God,
might it avaylen at laſt ayen him, that we
haue graunted to be Almighty by the right
of bliſfulneſſe? Certes, qd. I, all utterly it
ne might not auayle him. Philoſ. Then is
there nothing, qd. ſhe, that either may or
will withſtand to his Soveraigne God. Bo.
I trow not, qd. I. Philoſ. Then, qd. ſhe,
is thilke the Soueraigne GOD, that all
things gouerneth ſtrongly, and ordayneth
hem ſoftely. Boetius. Then ſaid I thus, I
delite me, qd. I, not onely in the ends, or
in the ſumme of the reaſons, that thou haſt
concluded and proued, but thilke words that
thou uſeſt deliten me much more, ſo that at
laſt, fooles, that ſometime renden great
thyngs, oughten been aſhamed of hemſelfe,
that is to ſain, that we fooles that reprehen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
wickedly the thinges that touchen Gods
gouernaunce, we oughten been aſhamed of
our ſelfe. As I, that ſayed, that God refu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
onely the werkes of men, and ne enter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meteth
not of it. Phi. Thou haſt well heard,
qd. ſhe, the fables of the Poets, how the Gy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunts
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aſſaileden heauen with the gods: but
forſooth the debonaire force of God diſpoſed
hem as it was worthy, that is to ſain, deſtroy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
the Gyaunts as it was worthy. But wilt
thou that we rejoynen together thilk ſame
reaſons? For perauenture of ſuch conjuncti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons
may ſterten vp ſome fair ſpark of ſooth.
Boecius. Do (qd. I) as thee liſt. Philoſophy.
Weneſt thou (qd. ſhe) that God ne be almigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty?
Boecius. No man is in doubt of it certes
(qd. I.) Philoſophy. No wight ne doubteth it,
if he be in his mind (qd. ſhe.) But he that is
almighty, there nis nothing that he ne may.
Boecius. That is ſooth (qd. I.) Philoſophy.
May God do euil (qd. ſhe?) Boe. Nay forſoth
(qd. I.) Phi. Then is euil nothing (qd. ſhe)
ſith that he may doen none euil, that may
doen all things. Boecius. Scorneſt thou
me (qd. I) or els playeſt thou, or deceiueſt
thou me, that haſt ſo wonnen with thy rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſons,
the houſe of Dedalus ſo enterlacing,
that it is vnable to be vnlaced, that thou
otherwhile entereſt there thou iſſueſt, and
otherwhile iſſueſt there thou entereſt. Ne
foldeſt thou not togither, by replicacion of
words, a manner wonderful circle, or enui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ronning
of the ſimplicity diuine. For certes,
a little here beforne, when thou began at
bliſfulneſſe, thou ſaideſt that it is a ſouerain
good, and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God is the bliſfulneſſe, for which
thou yaue me as a couenable yeft, that is to
ſain, that no wight nis bliſful, but if he be
God alſo therewith. And ſaideſt eke, that the
form of good is the ſubſtance of God and of
bliſfulneſſe. And ſaideſt, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thilke one is thilk
ſame good, that is required and deſired of all
the kind of things. And thou prouedſt in diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>puting,
that God gouerneth all the things of
the world by the gouernance of bounty, and
ſaideſt that all things would obeyen to him,
and ſaideſt that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nature of euil is nothing.
And theſe things ſhewedſt thou not with no
reaſons taken fro without, but by prooues in
cercles and homeliche knowing. The which
prooues drawen to hemſelf her faith and her
accord, eueriche of hem of other. Philoſophy.
Then ſaid ſhe thus: I ne ſcorn not, ne play, ne
deceiue thee, but I haue ſhewed the thing that
is greateſt ouer all things, by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> yeft of God,
that we whylom praiden. For this is the
form of diuine ſubſtaunce, that is ſuch, that
it ne ſlideth not into vttereſt forrain things,
ne receyueth not no ſtraunge things in him.
But right as Permenides ſaid in Greek of
thilk diuine ſubſtaunce: He ſaid thus, * That
thilk diuine ſubſtaunce tourneth the world,
and the moouable cercle of things, while the
ilke diuine ſubſtaunce kepeth it ſelf without
moouings, that is to ſaine, that he mooueth
neuer mo, and yet it moueth all other things.
But natheleſſe, if I haue ſtyred reaſons, that
be not taken fro without the compaſſe of the
thing of the which we treaten, but reaſons
that ben beſtowed within compaſſe: there nis
not why thou ſhouldeſt meruaylen, ſith thou
haſt learned by the ſentence of Plato, * That
needes the wordes mote been coſins to the
things of which they ſpeaken.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Felix qui potuit boni, Fontem viſere lucidum.
Felix qui potuit gravis, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BLeſſed is that man that may ſeene the
clere well of good: Bliſfull is he that
may vnbinden him from the bounds of hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uy
earth. The Poet of Thrace, Orpheus,
that whylom had right great ſorrow for the
death of his wife. After that he had maked
and conſtrayned by his weepely ſongs the
woods mouable to renne, and had maked
the riuers to ſtonden ſtill, and had maked
the Harts and Hindes to joynen dredeleſſe
her ſides to cruell Lions, to hearken his
ſong, and had maked that the Hare was not
agaſt of the Hound, which was pleaſed by
ſong: So when the moſt ardaunt loue of his
wife brend the entrails of his breaſt, ne the
ſongs that had ouercommen all things, ne
mighten not aſſuagen her lord Orpheus. He
plained him of the heauen gods, which that
were cruel to him: he went him to the houſes
of the hell: And he tempered his blandiſhing
ſongs, by reſouning of ſtrings, &amp; ſpekeſt and
ſong in weeping, all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> euer he had receiued,
and laued out of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> noble wells of his mother
Caliope y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> goddes. And he ſang with as much
as he might of weeping, &amp; with as much as
loue, that doubled his ſorow, might yeuen him
and teach him, and commoued the hell, and
required and beſought by ſweet praier y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> lords
of ſouls in hell of releaſing, that is to ſay, to
yeelden him his wife. Cerberus the porter of
hell, with his three heads, was caught and all
abaſhed of the new ſong. And the three god<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deſſes,
Furies and vengereſſes of fellonies,
that tormenten and agaſten the ſouls, by an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noy
woxen ſorrowfull and ſorry, and teares
wepten for pity. Tho was not y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> head of Ixi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
tourmented by the ouerthrowing wheele.
And Tantalus, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was deſtroyed by the wood<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of long thurſt, diſpiſed y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> floods to drink.
The foul, that hight Vultor, that eateth the
ſtomack or the giſern of Tytius, is ſo fulfil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led
of his ſong, that it nill eaten ne tyren no
more. At the laſt the lord and judg of ſouls
was moued to miſericordies, &amp; cried, we been
ouercommen (qd. he) yeue we to Orpheus his
wife to beare him companie, he hath well
ybought her by his ſongs and his dities: but
we will putten a law in this, and couenant in
the yeft, that is to ſain, that till he be out of
hell, if he look behind him, that his wife ſhall
come again vnto vs. * But what is he that
may yeue a law to louers? loue is a greater
law, and ſtronger to himſelf than any law
that men may yeuen. Alas, when Orpheus
and his wife were almoſt at the terms of the
night, that is to ſain, at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> laſt bounds of hell,
Orpheus looked backward on Euridice his
wife, and loſt her, and was dead. This fable
appertaineth to you all, whoſoeuer deſireth or
ſeeketh to lead his thought into the ſouerain
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day, that is to ſay, to clearneſſe of ſoueraign
good. For whoſoeuer be ſo ouercommen,
that he fixe his eyen into the pit of hell, that
is to ſaine, who ſo euer ſet his thoughts in
earthly thinges, all that euer he hath draw<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
of the noble good celeſtiall, he leſeth it,
when he looketh to the hells, that is to ſain,
into low things of the earth.</p>
               </div>
               <trailer>¶Thus endeth the third book of Boece.
Now followeth the fourth.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="4" type="book">
               <head>Haec cum Philoſophia dignitate vultus, &amp; oris
gravitate ſervata, leviter ſuaviterque ceciniſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſet,
Tum ego nondum penitus inſiti maero<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ris
oblitus, &amp;c.</head>
               <p>WHEN Philoſophy had ſongen
ſoftly and delectably the foreſaid
thynges, keeping the dignitie of
her chere, and the weight of her
wordes. I then that ne had all utterly for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yeten
the weeping and the mourning that
was ſet in mine hert, forbrake the entenci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
of her, that entended yet to ſayne ſome
other things.</p>
               <p>O (qd. I) thou that art guidereſſe of very
light, the things that thou haſt ſaid me hither<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to,
ben to me ſo clere, and ſhewing by the di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vine
looking of hem, and by thy reaſons, that
they ne mowen ben ouercommen. And thilke
thyngs that thou toldeſt me, all be it ſo, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I
had whylom foryeten hem, for the ſorow of
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wrong that hath be done to me: yet neuer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>theleſſe
they ne weren not vtterly vnknowen
to mee. But this ſame is namely a right
great cauſe of my ſorrow, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> as the gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour
of thyngs is good, if that euils mowen
been by any waies, or els if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> euils paſſen
without puniſhing, the which thing only, how
worthie is it to ben wondred vpon. Thou con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſidreſt
it wel thy ſelf certainely. But yet to
this thing there is yet another thing ioyned
more to be wondred vpon. For fellonie is
Empereſſe, and floureth full of richeſſe, and
vertue nis not all onely without medes, but
it is caſt downe, and eke fortroden vnder y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
feet of fellonous folke: and it abieth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> tur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments
in ſteed of wicked fellons. Of all which
things there is no wight may maruailen
ynough ne complainen, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſuch thynges be
done in the reigne of God, that all thynges
wote, and all things may, &amp; ne will not on<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
but good things. Then ſaid ſhe thus: Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
(qd. ſhe) that were a great maruaile, &amp; an
abaſhing without end, and well more horrible
than all the monſters, if it were as thou we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſt,
that is to ſaine, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in the right ordained
houſe of ſo much a father, &amp; an ordaynour of
meine, that the veſſels that ben foule &amp; vile,
ſhould ben honoured &amp; heried, and the preci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
veſſels that ſhould ben defouled &amp; vile.
But it is not ſo, for if the thinges y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I haue
concluded a little here beforn, ben kept whole
and vnaraced, thou ſhalt wel know by the au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thoritie
of God, (of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> whoſe reign ſpeake)
that certes the good folke be alway mightie
and ſhrewes ben alway outcaſt and feeble. Ne
the vices be neuermore without pain, ne the
vertues ne bee not without mede. And that
bliſfulneſſe commeth alway to good folke, &amp;
infortune cometh alway to wicked folk. And
thou ſhalt well knowen many things of this
kind that ſhould ceaſen thy plaints, &amp; ſtreng<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>then
thee with ſtedfaſt ſadneſſe. And for thou
haſt ſeen the forme of very bliſfulneſſe by me,
that haue whylome ſhewed it thee, &amp; thou haſt
knowen in whom bliſfulneſſe is ſet: all thing
treated, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I trow be neceſſary to put forth,
I ſhall ſhewen thee the way, that ſhal bringen
thee ayen vnto thy houſe, and I ſhall fixe fea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thers
in thy thought, by which it may ariſen
in height, ſo that all tribulacion ydone away,
thou by my guiding, and by my path, &amp; by
my ſledes, ſhalt mowen return hole &amp; ſound
into thy countrie.</p>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Sunt enim pennae volucres mihi, Quae celſa con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſcendunt
poli, Quas ſibi cum velox mens in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>duit,
&amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THen for thy ſwift feathers y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſurmounten
the height of the heuen, when the ſwift
thought hath clothed it in tho feathers, it de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſpiſeth
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> hateful earths, and ſurmounteth the
roundeneſſe of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> great aire, &amp; it ſeeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cloudes
behind his back, and paſſeth the height of the
region of the fire, that enchaufeth by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſwift
moouing of the firmament, till that he ariſeth
into the houſes that bearen the ſterres, and
joyneth the way with the ſunne Phebus, &amp;
fellawſhippeth the way of the olde colde Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turnus,
and be ymaked a knight of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cleare
ſterre, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſaine, when y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thought is made
Gods knight, by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſeeking of clere trouth to
commen to the very knowledge of God. And
thilke ſoule renneth by the circle of ſterres, in
all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> places there as y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhining night is ipain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted,
that is to ſain, the night, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is cloudleſſe.
For on nights y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> be cloudleſſe, it ſeemeth that
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heauen were painted with diuers images
of ſterres. And when he hath done there
inough, he ſhall forleten y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> laſt heauen, &amp; he ſhall
preſent and wenden on the back of the ſwift
firmament, and he ſhall be maked perfit of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
worſhipfull light of God. There holdeth the
lord of things the ſceptre of his might, &amp; at<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tempreth
the gouernments of the world, and
the ſhining judge of things ſtable in himſelfe,
gouerneth the ſwift cart or waine, that is to
ſaine, the circular mouing of the ſunne. And if
thy way leadeth thee ayen, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou be broght
thider, then wilt thou ſay that is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> countrey
that thou requireſt, of which thou ne haddeſt
no mind: But nowe it remembreth me well,
here was I born, here wol I faſten my degree,
here woll I dwell. But if thee liketh then to
looken on the derkeneſſes of the yearth, that
thou haſt forleten, then ſhalt thou ſeene, that
theſe fellonous tyraunts, that the wretched
people dreadeth nowe, ſhullen be exiled from
thilke faire countrey.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <pb n="388" facs="tcp:51487:213"/>
                  <head>Turn ego pape inquam, ut magna promittis. Nec
dubito, quin poſſis efficere, tu modo quem ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>citaveris,
ne moreris, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THen ſaid I thus. O I wonder me y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou
beheteſt me ſo great thyngs. Ne I ne
doubt nor, that thou ne mayſt well perfourm
that thou beheteſt: But I pray thee this,
that thou ne tarry not to tell me thilk things
that thou haſt moued. Phil. Firſt (qd. ſhe)
thou muſt needs know, that good folke been
alway ſtrong and mightie, and the ſhrewes
beene feeble and deſerte, and naked of all
ſtrengths. And of theſe things certes euerich
of hem is declared and ſhewed by other. For
as good and euill been two contraries, if ſo
be that good be ſtedfaſt, then ſheweth the fee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bleſſe
all openly. And if thou know clerely y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
freeleneſſe of euill, the ſtedfaſtneſſe of good is
knowen. But for as much as the fayth of
my ſentence ſhall be the more ferme and ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>boundaunt,
I woll gone by that one way and
by that other, and I woll confirme y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> things
that beene purpoſed nowe on this ſide, and
now on y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſide. * Two things there beene, in
which the effect of all the deedes of mankind
ſtandeth: that is to ſayne, will and power:
and if that one of theſe two faileth, there nis
nothing that may bee done. For if that will
lacketh, there nis no wight that vndertaketh
to do that he woll not done: And if power fai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth,
the wil nis but idle, &amp; ſtant for naught.
And thereof commeth it, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> if thou ſee a wight
that would getten y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he may not getten, thou
mayeſt not doubt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> power ne faileth him to
hauen that he would. Boe. This is open &amp;
clere (qd. I) ne it ne may not been denyed in
no manner. P. And if thou ſee a wight, qd. ſhe,
that hath done that he would done, thou nilt
not doubt, that he ne hath had power to done
it. Bo. No, qd. I. Phi. And in that that euery
wight may, in that men holden hem mightie
to don a thing: Inſomuch, as a man is mighty
to don a thing, inſomuch, men hold him migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty:
and in that that he ne may, in that men de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
him to be feeble. Bo. I confeſſe it well,
qd. I. P. Remember thee, qd. ſhe, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I haue
gathered &amp; ſhewed by y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> foreſaid reaſons, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> entencion of the wil of mankind, which
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is lad by diuers ſtudies, haſteth to commen
to bliſfulneſſe. Boet. It remembreth me well,
qd. I, that it hath ben ſhewed. Philoſo. And
recordeth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> naught then, qd. ſhe, that bliſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fulneſſe
is thilk ſame good that men requiren.
ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> when bliſfulneſſe is required of all? Boe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tius.
It recordeth me nat, qd. I. For I haue
it alway in my memorie fixed. Philoſo. All
folke then, qd. ſhe, good &amp; eke bad, enforcen
hem without difference of entencion to comen
to good. Boetius. This is very conſequence,
qd. I. Philoſ. And certain is, qd. ſhe, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> by
getting of good be men maked good. Boeti.
That is certaine, qd. I. Philoſ. Then getten
good men y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they deſiren. Boe. So it ſeemeth,
qd. I. Philoſophie. But wicked folke, qd. ſhe,
if they getten the good that they deſiren, they
ne mowen not be wicked. Bo. So it is, qd. I,
Philoſ. Then ſo as that one and that other,
qd. ſhe, deſiren the good, and the good folke
getten the good, &amp; not the wicked folk: then
it is no doubt that the good folke ne be migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie,
and wicked folke be feeble. Boeti. Who
ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> euer douteth of this, he ne may not con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſider
the nature of thinges, ne y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> conſequence
of reaſons. Philoſ. And ouer this, qd. ſhe, if
that there been two things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> haue one ſame
purpoſe by kind, and that one of hem purſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
and performeth that ſame thing by natu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rall
office, &amp; that other ne may not don thilk
office naturell, but followeth by other manner
then is couenable to nature, him y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> accom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pliſheth
his purpoſe kindely, &amp; yet he ne ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>compliſheth
not his owne purpoſe: whether
of theſe two demeſt thou for more mighty?
B. If y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I conject, qd. I, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou woldeſt ſay,
algates I deſire yet to herken it more plainly
of thee. Philoſoph. Thou nilt not then denie,
qd. ſhe, that the moouement of goings nis in
men by kind. Boeti. No forſooth, qd. I. Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophy.
Ne thou doubteſt not, qd. ſhe, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thilk
naturell office of going ne bee y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> office of feet,
Boe. I ne doubt it not, qd. I. Philoſ. Then,
qd. ſhe, if that a wight bee mightie to mooue,
and goeth vpon his feet, &amp; another to whom
thilke naturell office of feet lacketh, enforceth
him to go creeping on his hand, w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> of theſe
two ought to bee holden the more mightie by
right? Boeti. Knit forth, qd. I, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> remnaunt,
Philoſophy. For no wight ne douteth, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he
that may gone by naturell office of feet, ne be
more mightie than hee y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ne may not. But
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſoueraigne good, qd. ſhe, that is euen like
purpoſed to the good and to the bad: y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> good
folke ſeeken it by naturell office of vertues, &amp;
ſhrewes enforcen hem to getten it by diuerſe
couetiſes of earthly things, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nis no
naturell office to getten thilk ſoueraine good.
Troweſt thou that it be any otherwiſe? Bo.
Nay, qd. I. For y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> conſequence is open, and
ſhewing of things that I haue graunted, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
needs good folke moten ben mighty, &amp; ſhrews
moten ben feeble &amp; vnmightie. Phil. Thou
renneſt aright beforne me, qd. ſhe, and this is
the judgment, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſain, I judge of right,
as theſe leeches beene woont to hopen of ſicke
folke, when they apperceiuen y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> nature is
redreſſed, &amp; withſtandeth to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> malady. But
for I ſee thee now all ready to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> withſtanding,
I ſhall ſhew thee more thilke and continuell
reaſons. For looke how greatly ſheweth the
feebleneſſe and infirmitie of wicked folke, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ne mowen not commen to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> her naturel en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tencion
leadeth hem: And yet almoſt thilk na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turell
entencion conſtraineth hem. And what
were to demen then of ſhrewes, if thilk natu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rell
helpe had forleten hem, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which naturell
helpe of entencion goth alway beforn hem, &amp;
is ſo great, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> vnneth it may be ouercommen?
Conſider then how great defaut of power, &amp;
howe great feebleſſe there is in wicked fello<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nous
folke: as who ſaieth, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> greater thyng
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is coueited, and the deſire not accompli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhed,
<pb n="389" facs="tcp:51487:213"/>
of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> leſſe might is he that coueiteth it,
and may not accompliſh. And for thy, Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophie
ſaith thus by ſoueraine good. Ne
ſhrews ne requiren not light medes ne vain
games, which they ne may not followen ne
holden, but they faylen of thilk ſumme of the
height of things, that is to ſain, ſoueraine
good. Ne theſe wretches ne commen not to
the effect of ſouerain good, the which they en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forcen
hem only to getten by nights and by
days: in getting of which good, the ſtrength
of good folk is full well yſeen. For right as
thou mighteſt demen him mightie of going,
that goeth on his feet till he might commen
to thilk place, fro the which place there ne lay
no way further to be gone: right ſo muſt
thou needs demen him for right mighty,
which that getteth and attayneth to the end
of all things, which that been to deſiren, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yond
the which end there nis nothing to de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſire.
Of the which power of good folk, men
may conclude, that we wicked men ſeemen
to be barrain and naked of all ſtrength. For
why forleten they vertues, and followen vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces,
nis it not for that they ne knowen not
the goods? But what thing is more feble and
more caitife, than is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> blindnes of ignorance?
or els they knowen well which things they
oughten followen, but lecherie &amp; couetiſe o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerthroweth
hem miſtourned. And certes, ſo
doth diſtemperance to feeble men, that mow
not wraſtlen ayen theſe vices. Ne know they
not well, that they forleten the good wilfully,
&amp; tournen hem wilfully to vices. And in this
wiſe they ne forleten not only to be mightie,
but they forleten all vtterly in any wiſe for to
been. For they y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> forleten the commune fine
of all things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ben, they forleten alſo there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>withal
for to been. And perauenture, it ſhould
ſeemen to ſome folk, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> this were a meruaile
to ſain, that ſhrews, which that containen the
more parts of men, ne been not, ne haue no
being. But natheleſſe it is ſo, and thus ſtant
this thing: For they that be ſhrews, I denie
not but y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> they be ſhrews, but I denie ſimply
&amp; plainly, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> they ne be not, ne haue no being.
For right as thou mighteſt ſain of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cerrain
of a man, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> it were a dead man: ſo grant I
wel forſooth, that vicious folk ben wicked, but
I ne may not abſolutely and ſimply grant
that they ben. For thilk thing that withhold<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
order, and keepeth nature, thilk thing is
and hath being. But w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thing fayleth that,
that is to ſay, he that forleteth natural order,
he forleteth thilk being that is ſet in his na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture?
But thou wolt ſain, the ſhrews mowen.
Certes that ne denie I not: but certes, her
power ne deſcendeth not of ſtrength, but of
feebleſſe, for they mowen done wickedneſſe,
the which they ne might not, if they mighten
dwellen in the form and in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> doing of good
people. And thilk power ſheweth euidently, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
they mowen right naught. For ſo as I haue
gadered and prooued a litel here beforn, that
euill is not, and ſo as ſhrews may only but
ſhrewdnes. This concluſion is all clere, that
ſhrews ne mowen right naught, ne haue no
power. And for as much as thou vnderſtond<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
which is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtrength of this power, I haue
definiſhed a litel here beforn, that no thing
nis ſo mighty as ſouerain good. B. That is
ſooth (qd. I) Phil. And thilk ſame ſouerain
good may done none euil. Boe. Certes no
(qd. I) Phil. Is there any wight then (qd. ſhe)
that weneth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> men mowen done all things.
Boe. No man (qd. I) but if he be out of his
wit. Phil. But certes ſhrews mowen done
euils (qd. ſhe.) Bo. Ye would God (qd. I) that
they ne mighten done none. P. Then (qd. ſhe)
ſo as he that is mighty to done only good
things, he may done all things, and they
that ben mighty to done euill things, ne
mowen not all things. Then is it open thing
and manifeſt, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> they that mowen done euil,
ben of leſſe power. And yet to proue this con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cluſion,
there helpeth me this, that I haue
ſhewed here beforn, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> all power is to be num<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bred
among things y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> men oughten require.
And I haue ſhewed, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> all things that oughten
been deſired, be referred to God, right as to a
maner height of her nature: but for to mowen
done euil &amp; fellonie, ne may not ben referred
to God. Then is not euil of the number of
things, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> oughten to ben deſired and required.
Then is it open and clear, that the power ne
the mouing of ſhrews nis no power. And of
all theſe things it ſheweth well, that the good
folke ben certainly mighty, and the ſhrews
doubtleſſe vnmighty. And it is clere &amp; open,
that thilk ſentence of Plato is very and ſoth,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſaith, That only wiſe men may done that
they deſiren, &amp; ſhrews mowen haunten that
hem liketh, but that they deſiren, that is to
ſain, to come to ſouerain good, they ne haue
no power to accompliſh that: for ſhrews done
what hem liſt, when by tho things in which
they delighten, they wenen to attain to thilk
good that they deſiren, but they ne getten ne
attayne not thereto, for vices ne commen
not to bliſfulneſſe.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quos vides ſedere celſos, Solii culmine reges,
Purpura claros nitente, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHo ſo that the couerture of her vain
apparailes, might ſtripen of theſe
prowd kings that thou ſeeſt ſitten on high
in her chairs, glittering in ſhining purpure,
enuironned with ſorrowfull armures, mena<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing
with cruel mouth, blowing by woodnes
of heart, he ſhould ſeen, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thilk lords heaten
within her courages full ſtrait chains: for
lecherit tormenteth hem on y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> one ſide with
greedie venimes &amp; troublable ire, that arai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
in hem the flood of troublings, torment<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
on that other ſide, her thought or ſorrow
halt hem werie &amp; y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aught, or ſliding and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiuing
hope tormenteth hem. And therfore
ſith thou ſeeſt one head, that is to ſayn, one
tyraunt bearen ſo many tyrannies, then ne
doth thilk tyraunt not that he deſireth, ſith
he is caſt down with ſo many wicked lords,
<pb n="390" facs="tcp:51487:214"/>
that is to ſain, ſo many vices that haue ſo
wickedly lordſhips ouer him.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Vides ne igitur quanto in coeno probra volvan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tur,
qua probitas luce reſplendeat? in quo per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſpicuum
eſt nunquam bonis praemia, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>SEeſt thou not then, in how great filth
theſe ſhrews been ywrapped, and with
which clereneſſe theſe good folk ſhinen. In
this ſheweth it well, that to good folk ne
lacketh neuer mo her medes, ne ſhrews lack<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
neuer more tourments. For of all things
that be done, thilk thing for which any thing
is done, it ſeemeth, as by right, that thilk
thing be the mede of that, as thus: If a man
renneth in the ſtady or in the forlong for the
crown, then lieth the mede in the crown, for
which he renneth. And I haue ſhewed that
bliſfulneſſe is thilk ſame good, for which that
all things ben done. Then is thilk ſame good
purpoſed to the werks of mankind, right as
a commune mede, which mede ne may not
be diſceuered from good folk: For no wight,
as by right, from thenceforth that him lack<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
goodneſſe, ne ſhall be cleaped good: for
which thing folk of good maners her medes
ne forſaken hem neuer mo. For all be it ſo,
that ſhrewes waxen as wood as hem liſt a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gainſt
good folk, yet neuertheleſſe, the crown
of wiſe men ne ſhall not fallen ne faden fro
forrain ſhreudneſſe, ne benimmen not fro the
courage of good people her proper honour.
But if any wight rejoyced him of goodneſſe,
that he had taken fro without, as who ſaith:
if a man had his goodneſſe of any other man,
than of himſelf, certes, he that yaue him
thilke goodneſſe, or els ſome other wight,
might bynome it him. But for as much as
to euery wight his proper bounty yeueth
him his mede, then at erſt ſhall he faylen of
mede, when he forleteth to be good. And at
the laſt, ſo as all medes been required, for
men wenen that they be good, who is he that
nolde deme, that he that is right mighty of
good, were part leſſe of mede? And of what
mede ſhall he be reguerdoned? Certes, of
right fair mede and right great abouen all
medes. Remember thee of thilk noble coral<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lary
that I yaue thee a little here beforne,
and gather it together in this manner. So
as God himſelf is bliſfulneſſe, then is it clere
and certain, that all good people been maked
bliſful, for they been good: and thilk people
that ben bliſful, it accordeth and is conue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nable
to be Gods. Then is the mede of peo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple
ſuch, that no day ne ſhall empairen it,
ne no wickedneſſe ſhall drinken it, ne power
of no wight ne ſhall not amenuſe it, that is
to ſain, that ben maked goods. And ſith it is
thus, that good men ne faylen neuer more
of her mede, certes, no man ne may doubt
of the vndepartable pain of ſhrews, that is
to ſain, that the pain of ſhrewes departeth
not from hemſelf neuer mo. For ſo as good
and euil, and pain and medes, be contrary: it
mote needs be, that right as we ſee betiden
in guerdon of good, that alſo mote the pain
of the euil aunſwer by the contrary parts to
ſhrews. Now then, ſo as bounty and proweſſe
ben mede to good folk, alſo is ſhrewdneſſe it
ſelf tourment to ſhrews. Then whoſoeuer is
entetched and defouled with payne, he ne
doubteth not, that he is entetched and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fouled
with euil. If ſhrews then wollen pray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſen
hemſelf, may it ſeemen to hem that they
been withouten party of tourment, ſith they
been ſuch, that the vttreſt wickedneſſe, that is
to ſay, wicked thewes, which is the vttreſt
and worſt kind of ſhreudneſſe, ne defouleth
ne entetcheth not hem only, but enfecteth
and enuenimeth greatly. And alſo look on
ſhrews, that ben the contrary party of good
men, how great pain fellowſhippeth and
fouleth hem: for thou haſt learned a little here
beforn, that all thing that is and hath being,
is one, and thilk ſame one is good: then is
this the conſequence, that it ſeemeth well,
that all thing that is and hath being, is good,
that is to ſain, as who ſaith, that being, vni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
and goodneſſe, is all one. And in this man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
it followeth then, that all thing that fail<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
to be good, it ſtinteth for to be, and for to
haue any manner being: wherefore it is, that
ſhrewes ſtinten for to be that they weren.
But thilk other form of mankind, that is to
ſain, the form of the body without, ſheweth
that theſe ſhrews weren whilom men, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
when they been peruerted and tourned
into malice, certes then they haue forlorn
the nature of mankind: but ſo, as only boun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
and proweſſe may enhauncen euery man
ouer men: then mote it needs be, that ſhrews,
which that ſhrewdneſſe hath caſt out of the
condicion of mankind, been put vnder the
merit and deſert of men. Then betideth it,
that if thou ſeeſt a wight, which that is tranſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>formed
into vices, thou maiſt not wene that
he be a man: For if he be ardant in auarice,
and that he be a rauenour by violence of for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rain
richeſſe, thou ſhalt ſain that he is like a
wolf. And if he be fellonous, and withouten
reſt, and exerciſe his tongue to chidings, thou
ſhalt liken him to the hound. And if he be a
priuy awaytour hidde, and rejoyceth him to
rauiſh by wiles, thou ſhalt ſain him like to the
fox whelps. And if he be diſtempred and qua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
for ire, men ſhall wenen that he deareth
the corage of a Lion. And if he be dredefull
and flying, and dredeth things which that ne
oughten not to be dread, men ſhall hold him
like to the Hart. And if he be ſlow, and aſtoni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
and lache, men ſhall hold him like to an
Aſſe. And if he be light and vnſtedfaſt of cou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rage,
and changeth aye his ſtudies, men ſhall
hold him like to the birds. And if he be piun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged
in foul and vnclene luxuries, he is with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>holden
in the foul delices of the foul ſow:
then followeth it, that he that forleteth boun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
and proweſſe, he forleteth to be a man, ſith
he ne may not paſſen in the condicion of
God, he is turned into a beaſt.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <pb n="391" facs="tcp:51487:214"/>
                  <head>Vela Naricii ducis, &amp; vagas pelago rates, Eurus
appulit inſulae, pulchra qua reſidens dea, Solis
edita ſemine, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>EUrus the wind, arriued the ſailes of V<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lixes,
duke of the countrey of Narice,
and his wandering ſhips by the ſee, into the
Iſle, there as Circes the faire goddeſſe,
doughter of the ſun, dwelleth, that meddleth
to her new gheſts drinks that been touched
and maked with enchauntments. And after
that her hand, mighty ouer the herbs, had
chaunged her gheſts into diuers manners,
that one of hem is couered his face with
form of a Bore, that other is chaunged into
a Lyon of the countrey of Marmorike, and
his nayls and his teeth wexen. That other
of hem is newlych changed into a wolf, and
howlyth when he would weep: that other
goeth debonairly in the houſe as a Tygre of
Inde. But all be it ſo, that the godhead of
Mercury, that is cleped the bird of Archa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dia,
hath had mercy of the Duke Vlyxes,
beſieged with diuerſe euils, and hath vnboun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
him fro the peſtilence of his hoſteſſe, al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gates
the rowers and the marriners hadden
by this ydrawen into her mouthes, and dron<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
the wicked drinks. They that weren
woxen ſwine, hadden by this ychaunged her
meat of bread, for to eaten Acorn of Okes.
None of her limmes ne dwelleth with hem
whole, but they haue loſt the voyce and the
bodye, only her thought dwelleth with hem
ſtable, that weepeth and bewayleth the mon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrous
changing that they ſufferen. O ouer
light hand, as who ſayth, feeble and light is
the hand of Circes the enchauntereſſe, that
chaungeth the bodies of folk into beaſts, to
regard and to compariſon of mutacion, that
is maked by vices: ne the herbs of Circes ne
be not mighty, for all be it ſo that they may
chaungen the limmes of the body, algate
yet they may not change the hearts, for
within is yhid the ſtrength and vigor of men
in the ſecretor of her hearts, that is to ſain,
the ſtrength of reaſon: but thilk venimes of
vices, do drawen a man to hem more mighti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
than the venime of Circes, for vices ben
ſo cruel, that they piercen and thorow paſſen
the courage within, and though they ne an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noy
not the body, yet vices wooden to de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtroyen
men by wound of thought.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Tu ego fateor, inquam, nec injuria dici video vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tioſos,
tam &amp; ſi humani corporis ſpeciem ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vent,
&amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THen ſaid I thus: I confeſſe and am a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>know
it (qd. I) ne I ne ſee not that men
may ſay, as by right, that ſhrews been chaun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged
into beaſts by the quality of her ſouls,
all be it ſo, that they keepen yet the form of
the bodye of mankinde: but I would not of
ſhrews, of which, the thought cruel and wood,
woodeth alway to the deſtruction of good
men, that it were leful to hem to done that.</p>
                  <p>Certes (qd. ſhe) ne it is not leful to hem
as I ſhall well ſhew the incouenable place:
but natheleſſe, if ſo were, that thilk that men
wene been leful to ſhrews, were bynommed
hem, ſo that they ne might not annoien or
done harm to good men, certes, a great par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
of the pain to ſhrews ſhould ben alledged
and releued. For all be it ſo, that it ne ſeem
credible thing, peraduenture to ſome folk,
that it mote needs be, that the ſhrews been
more wretches and ſilly, when they may full
done and perform that they coueyten, than if
they might not accompliſh that they couey<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten.
For if ſo be, that it be wretchedneſſe to
wilnen to done euil, then is it more wretch<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>edneſſe
to mowen done euil, without which
mowing, the wretched will ſhould languiſh
without effect. Then ſith euery of theſe things
hath his wretchedneſſe, that is to ſain, will to
done euil, and mowing to done euil, it mote
needs be, that they ſhrews be conſtrained by
her vnſelineſſes, that wollen and mowen, and
performen fellonies and ſhreudneſſes. Boet.
I accord me (qd. I) but I deſire greatly, that
ſhrews loſten ſoon thilk vnſelineſſe, that is
to ſain, that ſhrews weren diſpoyled of mow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
to done euil.</p>
                  <p>Philoſophy. So ſhullen they (qd. ſhe) ſoner
paraduenture then thou woldeſt, or ſoner
than they hemſelf wene: for there nis nothing
ſo late in ſo ſhort bonds of this life, that is
long to abide, namely to a courage immor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tel.
Of which ſhrews, the great hope and the
hie compaſſings of ſhreudneſſe, is oft deſtroy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
by a ſodein end, or they be ware. And that
thing eſtabliſheth to ſhrews the end of her
ſhrewdneſſe: for if that ſhrewdneſſe maketh
wretches, then muſt he needs be moſt wretch
that longeſt is a ſhrew: the which wicked
ſhrews wold I demin aldermoſt caytifes and
vnſely, if her ſhrewdneſſe ne were finiſhed at
leaſt way by vttereſt death, for if I haue con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cluded
ſooth of the vnſelineſſe of ſhrewdneſſe,
then ſheweth it plainly, that thilk wretched<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
is withouten end, the which is certain
to be pardurable. Bo. Certes (qd. I) this
concluſion is hard and wonderful to grant.
But I know well that it accordeth moch to
things that I haue granted here beforne.
Phil. Thou haſt (qd. ſhe) right eſtimacion of
this. But who ſo euer wene that it be a hard
thing, to accord him to a concluſion, it is
right that he ſhew that ſome of the premiſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes
ben falſe, or els he mote ſhew that the
collacion of propoficions nis not ſpedeful to
a neceſſary concluſion. And if it ne be not ſo,
but that the premiſſes been igraunted, there
nis not why he ſhould blame the argument.
For this thing that I ſhall tell thee now, ne
ſhall not ſeme laſſe wonderful, but of the
things that bene taken. Alſo it is neceſſary,
as who faith, it followeth of that which that
is purpoſed beforne. Boec. What is that
(qd. I) Phil. Certes (qd. ſhe) that is, that
theſe wicked ſhrews be more bliſful, or els
laſſe wretches that abien the tourments
<pb n="392" facs="tcp:51487:215"/>
that they haue deſerued, than if no payne of
juſtice ne chaſtiſed hem. Ne this ne ſay I not
now, for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> any man might think that the ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ners
of ſhrewes been coriged and chaſtiſed by
vengeance, and that they be brought to the
right way by the drede of tourment, ne for
that they yeuen to other folkes enſample to
flyen fro vices.</p>
                  <p>But I vnderſtand yet in another maner, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ſhrewes been more vnſely when they ne be
not puniſhed, al be it ſo that there ne be had
no reaſon or law of correction, ne none en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſample
of looking. Boet. And what maner
ſhall y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> been, qd. I, other than hath be tolde
here beforn? Ph. Haue we not graunted then,
qd. ſhe, that good folke ben bliſfull, &amp; ſhrewes
ben wretches? Boet. Yes, qd. I. Philoſoph.
Then, qd. ſhe, If that any good were added
to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wretchedneſſe of any wight, nys he not
more weleful than he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ne hath no medling
of good in his ſolitary wretchednes. Bo. So
ſeemeth it (qd. I.) Phil. And what ſayſt thou
then, qd. ſhe, of thilke wretch that lacketh all
goods, ſo that no good nys medled with his
wretchedneſſe, and yet ouer all his wicked<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
for which he is a wretch, that there be yet
another yuel annexed and knit to him, ſhall
not men demen him more unſely than thilke
wretche, of which the vnſelines is releued by
the participation of ſome good. Boet. Why
ſhould he not, qd. I. Ph. Then certes, qd. ſhe,
han ſhrewes when they been puniſhed, ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>what
of good annexed to hir ſhrewdneſſe, that
is to ſaine, the ſame paine that they ſuffren,
which that is good, by the reaſon of Iuſtice.
And when thilke ſame ſhrewes eſcapen with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
tourment, then haue they ſomwhat more
of yuel yet, ouer the wickednes that they han
done, that is to ſaine, default of pains, which
default of payne thou haſt graunted is yuel,
for the deſert of felony. Boet. I ne may
not deny it, qd. I. Philoſ. * Moch more
then, qd. ſhe, been ſhrewes vnſely, when they
been wrongfully deliuered fro payne, then
when they been puniſhed by rightfull venge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce.
But this is open thing and clere, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
it is right that ſhrewes been puniſhed, &amp; it
is wickedneſſe and wrong that they eſcapen
vnpuniſhed. Boetius. Who might deny it,
qd. I. Philoſop. But, qd. ſhe, may any man
deny y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> al that is right, ne is good? and alſo
the contrary, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is wrong ne is wicked?
Boet. Certes, qd. I, theſe things been cleere
ynough, and that wee haue concluded a litell
here beforn. But I pray thee y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou tel me,
if thou accordeſt to letten no tourment to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ſoules, after y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the body is ended by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> death,
that is to ſaine: vnderſtandeſt thou aught,
that ſoules haue any tourment after y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> deth
of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> body? Philoſ. Certes, qd. ſhe, yea, and
that right great, of which ſoules, qd. ſhe, I
trowe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſome been tourmented by aſpreneſſe
of payne, and ſome ſoules I trow been exer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ciſed
by a purging mekeneſſe, but my coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile
nys nat to determine of this paynes.
But I haue trauayled and tolde yet hyder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to,
for thou ſhouldeſt know y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the mowing of
ſhrews, which mowing thee ſemeth to be vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>worthy,
nys no mowyng, &amp; eke of ſhrewes, of
which thou playnedeſt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ne were not pu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>niſhed,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou woldeſt ſee that they ne weren
neuer mo withouten the tourments of her
wickedneſſe. And of the lycence of the mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wing
to doen euill, that thou praydeſt that
it might ſone be ended, and that thou woul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deſt
fayne lernen that it ne ſhoulde not longe
endure. And that ſhrewes been more vnſely
if they were of lenger duringe, and moſte vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſely
if they weren perdurable. And after this
I haue ſhewed thee that more vnſely ben ſhre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wes,
when they eſcapen without her rightfull
payne, than when they ben puniſhed by right<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
vengeaunce. And of this ſentence folow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
it, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> then been ſhrewes conſtrayued at the
laſt with moſt greeuous tourment, when men
wene that they ne be not puniſhed. Boetius.
When I conſider thy reaſons, qd. I, I ne trow
nat y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> men ſaine any thing more verely. And
if I tourne ayen to the ſtudies of men, who is
he to whome it ſhoulde ſeeme, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he ne ſhould
nat onely leuen theſe things, but eke gladly
herken hem. Philoſo. Certes, qd. ſhe, ſo it
is, but men may nat, for they haue their eyen
ſo wont to the derkeneſſe of earthly thinges,
that they ne may nat lift hem vp to the light
of cleare ſoothfaſtneſſe. But they been like to
birdes, of which the night lightneth her loo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kings,
as the day blindeth hem. For when
men looken not the ordre of thinges, but her
luſtes and talents, they wene that eyther the
leue or the mowyng to doen wickednes, or els
the ſcaping without payne, be welefull. But
conſider the judgement of the perdurable
law, for if thou confirme thy courage to the
beſt things, thou ne haſt no need of no judge,
to yeuen thee price or mede, for thou haſt joyn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
thy ſelfe to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> moſt excellent thinges. And
if thou haue enclined thy ſtudies to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wicked
things, ne ſeke no foraine wrekerie out of thy
ſelfe, for thou thy ſelfe haſt thriſte thy ſelfe into
wicked things, right as thou mighteſt looken
by diuers times, the foule yearth &amp; the hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen,
and y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> all other things ſtinten fro with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out,
ſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou were in neither, ne ſee nothing
more. Then ſhuld it ſeemen to thee, as by on<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
reaſon of loking, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou were now in the
Sterres, &amp; now in the earth, but y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> people lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
not on theſe things. What then, ſhal we
then approch vs to hem that I haue ſhewed
that been like to beaſts? And what wouldeſt
thou ſain of this, if y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> a man had all forlorne
his ſight, and had foryeten y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he euer ſaw, &amp;
wened that nothing fayled him of perfection
of mankind? Now we which mighten ſeene
the ſame things, would we not ſaine, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he
were blind, ne alſo ne accordeth not y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> people
to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ſhall ſaine, the which thing is ſuſtey<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned,
by as ſtrong foundements of reaſon, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
is to ſaine, * That more vnſelie been they y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
done wrongs to other folke, than they y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the
wrong ſuffren. Boet. I would hearen thilke
ſame reaſons, qd. I. Philoſ. Denieſt thou,
<pb n="393" facs="tcp:51487:215"/>
(qd. ſhe) that all ſhrewes ne been worthie
to haue tourment? Boetius. Nay (qd. I.)
Phil. But (qd. ſhe) I am certain by many
reaſons, that ſhrewes been vnſely. Boetius.
It accordeth (qd. I.) Phil. Then ne doubteſt
thou not (qd. ſhe) that thilke folke, that been
worthy of tourment, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ne be wretches.
Boetius. It accordeth well (qd. I.) Phil.
If thou were then ſet a Iudg, or a knower of
things, whither troweſt thou that men ſhould
tourmenten hem y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath done wrong, or els
hem that ſuffered the wrong? Boetius. I
doubte not (qd. I) that I nolde doe ſufficient
ſatiſfaction to hem that haue ſuffered wrong,
by the ſorrow of hem that hath done wrong.
Phil. Then ſemeth it (qd. ſhe) that the dooer
of wrong is more wretch than he that ſuffred
wrong. Boetius. That followeth well (qd.
I.) Phil. Then (qd. ſhe) by theſe cauſes, and
by other cauſes, that been enforced by the
ſame roote, that filth or ſinne, by the proper
nature of it, maketh men wretches: &amp; it ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
well, that the wrongs that men done, nis
not the wretchedneſſe of him that receiueth
the wrong, but the wretchedneſſe of him that
doeth the wrong. But certes (qd. ſhe) theſe
Orators or Aduocates done all the contrary,
for they enforcen hem to commoue the Iud<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ges
to haue pitie of hem that done the gree<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vaunces
and the wrongs, the which ſhrews,
it were a more couenable thing, that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> accu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſours
or aduocates, not wroth, but piteous &amp;
debonaire, ledden tho ſhrews that haue done
wrongs, to the judgment, right as men leden
ſicke folke to the Leche, for that they ſhoulden
ſeeken out the maladies of ſin, by tourment.
And by this couenant, either the entent of ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vocates,
ſhould ceſſen in all, or els thoffice of
the aduocates would better profiten to men:
it ſhould be tourned into the habite of accu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſacion,
that is to ſaine, they ſhoulden accuſe
ſhrews, hemſelf, if it were leful to hem, to ſeen
at any clift the vertue that they haue forlet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten,
&amp; ſawen that they ſhould putten adoune
the filthes of her vices, by the tourments of
paines: they ne oughten not, right for that re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>compenſacion,
for to getten hem bountie and
proweſſe, which that they have loſte, demen
and holde that the ilke paynes weren tour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments
to hem, &amp; eke they woulden refuſe the
attendaunce of her aduocates, &amp; taken hem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe
to her Iudges, and to her accuſours: for
the which it betideth, that as to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wiſe folks
there nis no place iletten to hate, that is to
ſaine, that hate ne hath no place among wiſe
men. For no wight nill haten good men, but
if he were ouermoch a foole: and for to haten
ſhrews, it nis no reaſon, for right as langui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhing
is maladie of body, right ſo been vices &amp;
ſin malady of courage, and ſo as we ne deme
not that they which that been ſick of her bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>die
been worthy to been hated, but rather
worthy of pitie. Well more worthy not to
been hated, but for to been had in pitie been
they, of which the thoughts been conſtrained
by felonous wickedneſſe, that is more cruell
than any languiſhing of body.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quid tantos juvat excitare motus. Et propria fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tum
ſollicitate manu? Si mortem petitis, pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pinquat
ipſa ſponte ſua, volucres nec remoratur
equos, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHat deliteth you to exciten ſo great
mouing of Hatredes, and to haſten
and buſien the fatal diſpoſicion of your
death, with your proper hands, that is to
ſaine, by battailes or conteke? For if yee
asken the death, it haſteth him of his owne
will, ne death ne tarieth not his ſwift horſe.
And the men that the Serpents, and the Li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
and the Tigre, and the Bere, and the
Bore, ſeken to ſlean with their teeth, yet
thilke ſame men ſeken to ſlean euerich of
hem other with ſweard. Lo, for her maners
been diuers and diſcordaunt, they mouen vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rightful
hoſtes, and cruel battayles, and wil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nen
to periſh by enterchaungyng of dartes,
but the reaſon of crueltie, nys not inough
rightful. Wilt thou then yelden a couenable
guerdon to the deſerts of men? Loue right<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fully
good folkes, and haue pitie on ſhrewes.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Hinc ego video inquam, quae ſit vel felicitas vel
miſeria in ipſis proborum at<expan>
                        <am>
                           <g ref="char:abque"/>
                        </am>
                        <ex>que</ex>
                     </expan> improborum meri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tis
conſtituta. Sed in hac ipſa fortuna populari, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THis I ſee (qd. I) eyther what bliſfulneſſe,
or els what vnſelineſſe is eſtabliſhed in
the deſerts of good men, and of ſhrewes.
But in this ilke Fortune of the people, I
ſee ſomewhat of good, and ſome what of euil.
For no wiſe man had not leauer be exiled
poore and needie, and nameleſſe, than for to
dwellen in his Citee, and flouren of richeſſe,
and be redoubtable of honour, and ſtrong of
power. For in this wiſe more clearly and
witneſfully is the office of wiſe men treated,
then the bliſfulneſſe of power, and gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nors,
is as it were ſhad amongs the people,
that be neighbours and ſubjects, ſith that
namely priſon, law, and theſe other torments
of lawful pains, be rather owed to felonous
citizens: for the which ſelonous citizens, the
pains be eſtabliſhed, more then for good peo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple.
Boet. Then I maruaile greatly (qd. I)
why that the thyngs be ſo miſſe enterchaun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged,
that torments of felonies preſſen &amp; con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>founden
good people, and ſhrewes rauiſhen
medes of vertue, and been in honors, &amp; great
eſtates. And I deſire eke for to weten of thee,
what ſemeth thee to be the reaſon of this ſo
wrongfull a concluſion? For I would won<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
well the laſſe, if that I trowed that all
things were medled with fortunous hap. But
now crepeth &amp; encreaſeth mine aſtoniyngs,
God gouernour of things, that ſo as God ye<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veth
oft times to good men, goods &amp; mirths,
and to ſhrews, euill and aſpre things: And
yeueth ayen to good folke hardneſſe, and to
ſhrews he graunteth hem her will, and that
<pb n="394" facs="tcp:51487:216"/>
they deſiren. What difference may there be,
betweene that that God doeth, and hap of for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune,
if men know not the cauſe why it is.
Philoſophie. Ne it is no marueile, qd. ſhe,
though that men wenen, that there be ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>what
fooliſh and confuſe, when the reaſon of
the order is unknowen: but although that
thou ne know not the cauſe of ſo great a diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſicion.
Natheleſſe, for as much as God the
good gouernour attempreth and gouerneth
the world, ne doubt thee not, but all things
been doen a right.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Si quis Arcturi ſidera neſcit. Mergatque ſeras ae<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quore
flammas. Propinqua ſummo cardine la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bi.
Cum nimis ſceleris explicet ortus. Cur legat
tardus plauſtra Bootes, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHo ſo that know not the Sterres Ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cture,
tourned to the ſoueraine cen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture
or poinct, that is to ſaine, tourned nigh
to the Soueraine Pole of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> firmament, and
wote not why y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſterre Bootes paſſeth, or ga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thereth
his waines, and drencheth his late
flambes in the ſea, and why that Bootes the
Sterre vnfoldeth his ouerſwift ariſings,
then ſhall he wondren of the Lawe of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> high
aire. And eke, if that he ne knowe not why y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
the hornes of the full Moone waxen pale and
infect by the boundes of the darke night, and
how the Moone darke &amp; confuſe, diſcouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
the Sterres, that ſhe had couered by her
clere viſage.</p>
                  <p>The common errour moueth folkes, and
maketh wearie her baſins of Braſſe by thilke
ſtrokes, that is to ſay, that there is a maner
people, that hight Coribantes, that wenen
that when the Moone is in the Eclipſe that
it be enchaunted, and therfore for to reſcue y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
Moone, they beaten her baſins with the ilke
ſtrokes. Ne no man ne wondreth when the
blaſtes of the wind Chorus, beaten y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtronds
of the Sea, by quaking floodes. Ne no man
ne wondreth, when the weight of the Snow,
harded by the cold, is reſolued by the bren<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning
heat of Phebus the Sunne, for here ſeen
men readily the cauſes. But the cauſes ihid,
that is to ſaine in heauen, troublen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> breſtes
of men. The mouable people is aſtonied of
all things that commen ſelde and ſodainly
in our age, but the troubly errour of our ig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noraunce,
departeth fro vs, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> if they wiſten
the cauſe, why that ſoche thinges betiden,
certes they ſhoulden ceaſe to ſeme wonders.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Ita eſt inquam. Sed cum tui muneris ſit latentium
rerum cauſas evolvere, velataſ<expan>
                        <am>
                           <g ref="char:abque"/>
                        </am>
                        <ex>que</ex>
                     </expan> caligine ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>plicare
rationes: quaeſo uti hinc decernas, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THus it is (qd. I) but ſo as thou haſte
yeuen or beheight me, to vnwrappe y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
hidde cauſes of things, and to diſcouer
me the reaſons couered with darkneſſe,
I pray thee, that thou deuiſe and judge
me of this matter, and that thou do me to
vnderſtand it, for this miracle of this won<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
troubleth me right greatly. And then
ſhe a little what ſmiling ſaid. Thou clepeſt
me (qd. ſhe) to tell y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is greateſt of al thinges
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mowen been asked, and to the which que<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtion,
vnneth there aught inough to leauen it,
as who ſaieth, vnneth is there any thing to
aunſwere perfitly to thy queſtion: for y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
of it is ſoch, that when o doubte is deter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mined
and cut away, there waxen other
doubts without number, right as the heddes
of Idre the Serpent waxen, the which Ser<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pent
Hercules ſlough: ne there ne were no
manere, ne none end, but if a wight conſtrain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
the doubts, by a right liuely &amp; quicke fire
of thought, that is to ſaine, by vigour and
ſtrength of wit. For in this matter men we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ren
wonte to maken queſtions, of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſimpli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>citie
of the purueighaunce of GOD, &amp; of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
order of Deſtinie, and of ſodayne happe, &amp;
of knowing of predeſtinacion diuine, and of
the libertie of Freewill: the which thinges,
thou thy ſelfe apperceiuedeſt well of what
weight they been. But for as moch as the
knowings of theſe things, is a manner por<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
or Medicine to thee, all be it ſo, that I
haue little tyme to doen it, yet neuertheleſſe
I would enforcen me to ſhewen ſomewhat of
it: But although the nouriſhings of ditee
of Muſike deliteth thee, thou muſt ſuffren
&amp; forbearen a little of the ilke delite, while
that I wene to the reaſons knit by order.
Boetius. As it liketh to thee (qd. I) ſo doe.
Philoſophie. Tho ſpake ſhee right, as by
an other beginning, and ſayed right thus:
The engendering of all thinges (qd. ſhe) and
all the progreſſions of moueable Nature, &amp;
all that moueth in any maner, taketh his cau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes,
his order, &amp; his formes, of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtableneſſe
of Diuine thought: And the ilke Diuine
thought, that is ſet and put in the Towre,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſaine, in the height of the ſimplicitie
of God, eſtabliſheth many maner giſes to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
things that been to doen, the which maner,
when the men looken it, in the pure cleaneſſe
of the Diuine intelligence, is cleaped pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueighaunce.</p>
                  <p>But when the ilke maner is referred by
men, to thinges that it moueth or diſponeth,
then of old men it was cleaped Deſtenie, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
which things, if that any wight looketh well
in his thought, the ſtrength of that one, &amp; of
that other, he ſhall lightly mowe ſeene, that
theſe two things be diuers. For purueigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce
is the ilke Diuine reaſon that is eſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bliſhed
in the Soueraine Prince of thinges,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which pueueighaunce diſponeth al things.
But certes, Deſtinie is the diſpoſicion &amp; the
ordinaunce, cleauing to moueable thinges, by
the which diſpoſicion, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> purueighaunce knit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
all things in her order: For purueigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce
embraſeth al things to heap, although
they be diuers, and although they be infinite,
but deſtinie certaine departeth &amp; ordaineth
all things ſingulerly, &amp; deuideth in mouing,
in places, in formes, and in tymes, as thus:
Let the vnfolding of temporall ordinaunce,
<pb n="395" facs="tcp:51487:216"/>
aſſembled and oned in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> loking of the Diuine
thought, be cleaped purueighaunce, &amp; thilke
ſame aſſembling and oning deuided and vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>folden,
let that be called Deſtine. And all beit
ſo, that theſe thinges been diuers, yet neuer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>theleſſe,
hanged y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> one on that other, for why,
the order deſtinably proceedeth of the ſimpli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>citie
of purueighaunce.</p>
                  <p>For right as a werkman perceiueth in his
thought the forme of thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he wol make,
and moueth the effect of the werke, and lea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he had looked beforne in his thought,
ſimply and preſently by corporall ordinance:
certes, right ſo God in his purueighaunce,
diſponeth ſingulerly and ſtably the things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
be to doen, but he adminiſtreth in maners, &amp;
in diuers time by Deſtinie, the ilke ſame
thinges that he hath diſponed: then whether
Deſtinie be exerciſed eyther by ſome Diuine
ſpirits, ſeruaunts to the Diuine purueigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce,
or els by ſome ſoul, or els by all nature
ſeruing God, or els by the celeſtiall mouings
of Sterres, or els by the vertue of Angels, or
els by diuers ſubtelty of Diuels, or els by any
of hem, or els by hem all, the deſtinable ordi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce
is wouen and accompliſhed. Certes,
it is open thing, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the purueighaunce is an
vnmouable &amp; ſimple form of things to doen,
and the moueable bond, and the temporel or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dinaunce
of thinges, which that the Diuine
ſimplicity of purueyaunce hath ordayned to
doen, that is deſtinie. For which it is y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> all
things that been put vnder deſtiny, been cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
ſubjects vnto purueiaunce, to which pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueyaunce
deſtiny it ſelfe is ſubject and vnder:
but ſome things been put vnder purueiaunce,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſurmounten the ordinaunce of deſtiny: and
tho been thilke that ſtably been fixed nigh to
the firſt godhed, they ſurmounten y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> order of
deſtinable mouabilitee. For right as circles
turnen about a ſame centre, or about a poinct,
thilke cercle that is innereſt or moſt within,
he joyneth to the ſimpleſſe of the middle, &amp;
is as it were a centre or a poinct to that other
cercles that turnen about him: and thilk y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
is vttereſt, compaſſed by larger enuironning,
is vnfolde by larger ſpaces, in ſo moch as it is
ferthereſt fro the middeleſt ſimplicitie of the
poinct. And if there be any thyng that knit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
&amp; felowſhippeth himſelf to thilke middle
poinct, it is conſtrayned into ſimplicity, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is
to ſay, into vnmouability, &amp; it ceaſeth to ben
ſhad, and flit diuerſly. Right ſo by ſemblable
reaſon, thilke thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> departeth furthereſt
fro y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> firſt thought of God, it is vnfolden, and
alſo ſubmitted to greater bondes of deſtinie,
and in ſo moch is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> thing more free &amp; loce fro
deſtinie, as it asketh &amp; holdeth nere to thilke
centre of things, that is to ſaine, to God. And
if the thing cleaueth to the ſtedfaſtneſſe of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
thought of God, &amp; be without mouyng, cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
it ſurmounteth the neceſſitie of deſtinie.
Then ſoche compariſon as is skilling to vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtanding,
&amp; of thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was engendred, to
thing that is of time to eternity, &amp; of the cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cle
to the centre, right ſo is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> order of moua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
diſtinie, to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſtable ſimplicity of purueigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce.
Thilke ordinaunce moueth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heauen
and the ſterres, and attempreth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> elementes
togither among hem ſelfe, and tranſformeth
hem by enterchaungeable mutacion. And
thilke ſame order neweth ayen all things
growing and falling adoune, by ſemblable
progreſſions of ſeedes and of ſexes, that is to
ſaine, male &amp; female: &amp; this ilke order con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fortunes and the dedes of men
by a bonde of cauſes not able to be vnboun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den:
the which deſtinable cauſes, when they
paſſen out fro the beginnynges of vnmo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vable
purueyaunce, it mote needs be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they
ne be not mutable, as thus: be y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> things well
gouerned, if that the ſimplicitie dwelling in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
Diuine thought, ſheweth forthe the order of
cauſes vnable to be bowed: And this order
conſtrayneth by the proper ſtabilitie y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>able
thinges, or els they ſhoulden flete folilie.
For which it is that things ſemen confuſe, &amp;
troubly to vs men, for we ne mowen not con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſider
thilke ordinaunce. Neuertheleſſe, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>per
maner of euery thyng dreſſyng hym to
good, diſponeth hem all, for there nis nothing
dooen for euill, for thilke thing that is doen
by wicked folke nis not done for euill. The
which ſhrewes, as I haue ſhewed plenteouſly,
ſeke good, but wicked errour miſturneth hem,
ne y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> order coming fro y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> poinct of Soueraine
good, ne enclineth not fro his beginning. But
thou maieſt ſay, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> vnreſt may been a worſe
confuſion, than that good men haue ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
aduerſitie, and ſometime proſperitie:
and ſhrewes haue now alſo things that they
deſiren, and now things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they haten. Whe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
men liue now in ſoch holineſſe of thoght,
as who ſaith be men now ſo wiſe, that ſoch
folke as they demen to be good folke or ſhre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wes,
that it mote needes be, that folke be
ſoch as they wenen. But in this maner
domes of men diſcorden, that thilk men y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
ſome folke deme hem worthy of mede, other
folke deme hem worthy of turment, but let
vs graunt: I ſuppoſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſome man may well
deeme or know y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> good people &amp; the bad, may
he then know and ſee thilke innereſt attem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>peraunce
of courage, as it hath be wont to
be ſayd of bodies, as who ſaith: may a man
ſpeaken of complexions, &amp; attemperaunce of
bodies, ne it ne is not, as who ſaith, but it is
like a meruaile or a miracle to hem y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ne know
it not, why y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſwete things be couenable to
ſom bodies y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> been hole, and to ſom people
bitter things be couenable: &amp; alſo why ſome
people been holpen with light medicines, &amp;
ſome people ben holpen with bitter medicines
but natheleſſe tho y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knowen the maner, &amp; y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
temperaunce of heale and of malady ne mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueyleth
it nothing. But what other thing
ſeemeth health of courages but bountie, &amp; w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> 
other thing ſeemeth malady of courage but
vices? * Who is els keper of good, and dri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uer
away of euill, but God y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> gouernour and
leader of thoughts: y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which God, when he
hath beholden from y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> high toure of his pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veiaunce,
<pb n="396" facs="tcp:51487:217"/>
hee knoweth what is conuenable
to any wight, and leaneth hem that he wot
well y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is conuenable to hem. Lo hereof com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
&amp; herof is done this myracle or thorder
deſtinable, when God that all knoweth, doth
ſoch thing, of which thing vnknowyng folke
been aſtonied, but for to conſtrayne, as who
ſaieth, but for to comprehend and tell a fewe
thinges of the deuine deepeneſſe, the which
that mans reaſon may vnderſtand. Thilke
manne that thou weneſt to been right juſt, &amp;
right keeping of equitie, the contrarie of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
ſeemeth to the Diuine purueighaunce that
all wote. And Lucan my familier telleth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
the victorious cauſe lyked to the Goddes, &amp;
the cauſes ouercome, liketh to Caton. Then
what ſo euer thou mayeſt ſeene, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is done in
this world unhoped or els vnknowen, certes,
it is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> right order of things, but as to thy
wicked opinion, it is a confuſion. But I ſup<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſe
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſome man be ſo wel thewed, that the
Diuine judgement, &amp; the judgement of man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kind
accorden hem togider of him: but he is
ſo vnſtedfaſt of courage, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> if any aduerſitie
come to him, he woll forleten parauenture to
continue innocencie, by the which he ne may
not withholden fortune: then y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wiſe diſpenſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
of GOD ſpareth him, which man ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerſitie
might enpairen, for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God wil not
him to trauaile, to whom y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> trauail nis not<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
conuenable. Another man is parfite in all
vertues, &amp; is an holy man, &amp; nigh to GOD,
ſo that the purueighaunce of God would
deme, that it were a felony, that hee were
touched with any aduerſities, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he would
not ſuffre, that ſoch a man be with any bodi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
malady moued. But ſo, as ſaid the Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſopher,
the more excellent is by me ſayd in
great, that vertues haue edified the body of
the holy man. And oft time it betideth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the
ſumme of thinges that been to done is ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
to gouerne to good folke, for y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lice
habundant of ſhrewes ſhould ben abated.
And God yeueth and departeth to other
folke proſperities and aduerſities, medled to
heap after the quality of her courages, and
remordeth ſome folke by adverſities, for they
ne ſhuld not waxen proude by long weleful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.
And other folke he ſuffereth to be tra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vayled
with harde thyngs, for that they
ſhould confermen the vertues of courage by
the exercitation of vſage of patience. And
other folke dreden more than they oughten,
the which they mighten well bearen, &amp; ſome
diſpiſe that they mowe not bear, &amp; thilk folk
God leadeth into experience of hemſelfe, by
aſpre and ſorrowful things. And many folke
haue bought honourable renome of this
world by the price of glorious death.</p>
                  <p>And ſome men that ne mowe not been ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>comen
by tourment, haue yeuen enſample to
other folke, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> vertue may not been ouercom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
by adverſities. And of all theſe things
there nys no doubt, that they ne been done
rightfully and ordeinly, to the parfite good of
hem to whom we ſeen theſe things betiden.
For certes, that adverſities cometh ſomtime
to ſhrewes, and ſometime that they deſiren,
it cometh of theſe foreſaid cauſes. And of
ſorrowful things that betiden to ſhrews, cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
no man ne wondreth, for all men wene
that they haue deſerued it, and that they ben
of wicked merite. Of which ſhrewes, the
tourmente agaſteth ſometyme other to doen
felonies: And ſometyme it amendeth hem
that ſuffereth the tourments. And the proſpe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ritie
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is yeuen to ſhrewes, ſheweth a great
argument to good people, what thing they
ſhould demen of thilke welefulneſſe, whiche
proſperitie men ſeen ofte ſerue to ſhrewes: In
which thing, I trowe that GOD diſpenſeth,
for parauenture, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nature of ſome man is ſo
ouerthrowyng to euill, and ſo vncouenable,
that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> needy pouertie of his houſhold might
rather agreue him to done felonies, and to
the maladie of him, GOD putteth remedie,
to yeuen him richeſſe. And ſome other man
beholdeth his conſcience defouled with
ſinnes and maketh compariſon of this For<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune,
and of himſelfe: &amp; dredeth paraduen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture,
that the bliſfulneſſe, of which the vſage
is joyfull to him, that the leſing of thilke
bliſfulneſſe ne bee not ſorowfull to him, and
therefore he would chaunge his maners: &amp;
for hee dredeth to leſe his Fortune, he forlet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
his wickedneſſe. To other folkes wele<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fulneſſe
is yeuen vnworthily, the which ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>throweth
hem into deſtruction that they han
deſerued, and to ſome other folke is yeuen
power to puniſhen, for that it ſhall be cauſe
of continuacion, and exerciſing to good folks,
and cauſe of tourment to ſhrewes.</p>
                  <p>For ſo as there nis none aliaunce betweene
good folkes and ſhrewes, ne ſhrewes ne mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wen
not accorden among hemſelfe: and
why not? For that ſhrewes diſcorden of hem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe
by her vices, the which vices all to ren<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
her conſciences, and doen oft tyme
thinges, the which things, when they haue
done hem, they deme that tho thinges ne
ſhould not haue be doen, for which thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ſoverain purueiance hath maked oft tyme
myracle: So that ſhrewes haue maked ſhre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wes
to been good men. For when that ſome
ſhrewes ſeene, that they ſuffre wrongfully fe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lonies
of other ſhrewes, they waxen eſchauf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
into hate of hem that anoied hem, and
retournen to the fruict of vertue. Then they
ſtudien to be vnlike to hem that they haue
hated. Certes only is this the diuine might,
to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which might yuels been then good, when
it vſeth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> yuels couenably, and draweth out
the effect of any good, as who ſaieth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> yuel
is good onely to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> might of God, for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> might
of God ordeyneth thilke euill to be good: for
one order embraceth all things, ſo that what
wight departeth from y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> reaſon of thilke or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is aſſigned to him, algates yet he ſli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
into another order, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> nothing is lefull
to foly, in the realme of diuine purueiaunce,
as who ſayeth, nothing is without ordinance
in the realme of diuine purueiaunce, ſith that
<pb n="397" facs="tcp:51487:217"/>
the right ſtrong God gouerneth all things
in this world, for it is not lefull for men to
comprehende by wit, ne vnfolden by worde,
all the ſubtell ordinaunce, and the diſpoſici<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
of the diuine entent, for onely it ought to
ſuffice, to haue looked that God himſelfe,
maker of all natures, ordaineth all things to
good, while that he haſteth to withhold the
thinges that he hath maked into his ſem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>blance,
that is to ſay, for to withholden the
things into good, for he himſelfe is good. He
chaſeth out all iuels fro the bond of his com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>minalties,
by thorder of the neceſſitie deſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nable:
for which it followeth, that if thou loke
the purueiaunce, ordeyning the thinges
that men wenen be outragious or haboun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dant
in yerthes, thou ſhalt not ſeen in no
place nothyng of iuell. But I ſee now that
thou art charged with the weight of the
queſtion, and weary with length of my rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon,
and that thou abideſt ſome ſweetneſſe of
ſong, take then this draught, and when thou
art well refreſhed and refect, thou ſhalt be
more ſtedfaſt to fly into higher queſtions or
things.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Si vis oelſi jura tonantis. Plura ſolers cernere
mente. Aſpice ſummi culmina coeli.</head>
                  <p>IF thou wiſe wolt demen in thy pure
thought, the rights or the lawes of the
hie thonder, that is to ſain, of God, looke
thou and beholde the heightes of the ſoue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>raine
heauen: There kepen the Sterres, by
rightfull aliaunce of thyngs her old peace:
The Sunne imoued by his roddie fire, ne
diſtourbeth not the colde cercle of the Mone,
ne the ſterre icleped the Bere, that enclineth
his rauiſhing courſes, abouten the ſoueraine
height of this worlde: Ne the ſame ſterre
Vrſa, nis neuer mo waſhen in the deepe
Weſtren ſea, ne coueteth not to dien his
<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ames in the ſea of the Occian, although it
ſee other Sterres iplonged in the Sea: And
Heſperus the Sterre boodeth and telleth al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
the late nights: And Lucifer the Sterre
bringeth ayen the cleare day.</p>
                  <p>And thus maketh loue enterchaungeable,
the perdurable courſes, and thus is diſcorda<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
battayle yput out of the countrey of the
ſterres. This accordaunce attempreth by
euenlike maners the Elements, that the
moyſt things ſtriuing with the drie things,
yeuen place by ſtoundes: And that the colde
thinges joynen hem by fayth to the hote
thinges, and that the light fire ariſeth in to
height, and the heauy yearths auayleth by her
weights: by the ſame cauſes the flourie yeere
yeldeth ſwete ſmels: in the firſt Sommer
ſeaſon warming, and the hote Sommer
dryeth the Cornes, and Autumpne commeth
ayen of heauy Appels, and the fleeting rayne
be deweth the Winter, this attempraunce
nouriſheth and bryngeth forth all things that
beareth life in this worlde, and thilke ſame
attempraunce rauiſhing, hideth, benimeth,
and drencheth vnder the laſt death all things
iborne.</p>
                  <p>Among theſe things ſitteth the high ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ker,
King and Lorde, weale and beginnyng,
Lawe and wiſe Iudge, to doen equitee,
and gouerneth and enclineth the bridels of
things: And tho things that he ſterreth to
gone by mouing, he withdraweth and areſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,
and affirmeth the moueable or wandring
things. For if that he ne called not ayen the
right going of things, and if that he ne con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrayned
hem not efte ſones into roundneſſe
enclined, the things that been now continu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
by ſtable ordinaunce, they ſhould departen
from her weale, that is to ſaine, from her
beginning and fallen, that is to ſaine, tour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nen
into nought. This is the common loue
to all things: and all things asken to been
holden by the fine of good, for elles ne might<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
they not faſten, if they ne come not e<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſones
ayen by loue, retourned to the cauſe
that hath yeuen hem beyng, that is to
ſaine, God.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Jam ne igitur vides quid haec omnia quae dixi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mus
conſequantur. Quid nam inquit. Om<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nem
inquit, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>SEeſt thou not then, what thing followeth
all the things that I haue ſaied. Boeti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>us.
What thing (qd. I.) Philoſophie. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
(qd. ſhe) all vtterly, that all fortune is
good. Boetius. And how may that be (qd. I.)
Philoſophie. Now vnderſtand (qd. ſhe.) So
as all fortune, wheder ſo it be joyfull for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune,
or aſpre fortune, is yeuen eyther by<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cauſe
of guerdoning, or elles of exerciſing
of good folkes, or elles bycauſe to puniſhen,
or elles chaſtiſen ſhrews: then is all fortune
good, the which fortune is certaine, that it
be eyther rightfull or elles profitable.</p>
                  <p>Boetius. Forſothe this is a full very rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
(qd. I) and if I conſider the purueigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce
and the deſtinie that thou oughteſt
me a little here beforne, this ſentence is ſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſteyned
by ſtedfaſt reaſons. But if it lyke
vnto thee, let vs nombren hem emonges the
ilke thinges, of which thou ſaideſt a little
here beforne, that they ne were not able to
ben wened to the people. Philoſophie.
Why ſo (qd. ſhe?) Boet. For that the com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon
word of men (qd. I) miſuſeth this man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>er
ſpeech of fortune, and ſaine oft tymes,
that the fortune of ſome wight is wicked.
Philoſophie. Wilt thou then (qd. ſhe) that
I approche a little to the words of the peo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple,
ſo that it ſeme not to hem, that I be
ouermoch departed, as fro the vſage of
mankinde. Boetius. As thou wolt (qd. I.)
Philoſophie. Weneſt thou not (qd. ſhe) that
all thing that profiteth, is good? Boetius.
Yes (qd. I.) Philoſophie. Certes all thing
that exerceth or corrigeth, it profiteth. Boe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tius.
I confeſſe well (qd. I.) Philoſophie.
Then is it good (qd. ſhe.) Boetius. Why
not (qd. I.) Philoſophie. But this is the
<pb n="398" facs="tcp:51487:218"/>
fortune (qd. ſhe) of hem that eyther be put
in vertue, and battaylen agaynſt aſpre
things, or els of hem that enclinen, and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>clinen
fro vices, and taken the way of ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue.
Boetius. This ne may I not deny (qd.
I.) Philoſophie. But what ſayeſt thou of the
merie fortune that is yeuen to good people
in guerdon, demeth ofte the people that it
be wicked? Boetius. Nay forſoth (qd. I)
but they demen as it is ſoth, that it is
right good. Philoſophie. What ſaieſt thou
of the other fortune (qd. ſhe) that although
that it be aſpre, and reſtraineth the ſhrews
by rightfull tourment, weneth aught the
people that it be good? Boet. Nay (qd. I.)
but the people demeth that it is moſt
wretched of all things that may be thought.
Philoſophie. Ware now, and looke well (qd.
ſhe) leaſt wee in followyng the opinion of
the people, haue confeſſed and concluded
thing which that is vnable to been wened to
the people. Boetius. What is that (qd. I.)
Philoſophie. Certes (qd. ſhe) it followeth or
commeth of things that been graunted, that
all fortune what ſo euer it bee, of hem that
been eyther in poſſeſſion of vertue, or in then<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creaſe
of vertue, or els in the purchaſing of
vertue, that thilke Fortune is good, and that
all Fortune is right wicked, to hem that
dwellen in ſhreudneſſe, as who ſaith, and thus
weneth not the people. Boetius. That is
ſoth (qd. I.) Albeit ſo that no man dare con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feſſe
it, ne know it. Philoſophie. Why ſo
(qd. ſhe.) For right as the ſtrong man, ne ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
not to abaſhen or diſdaynen, as oft
tyme as he heareth the noyſe of the battail:
ne alſo it ſeemeth not to the wiſeman, to
bearen it grieuouſly, as oft as he is ledde
into ſtrife of fortune. For bothe to that one
man, and eke to that other, the ilke difficul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
is the matter, to that one man of en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creaſe
of hys glorious renome, and to that
other man, to conſerue his ſapience, that is
to ſay, to the aſpreneſſe of his eſtate. * For
therefore is it called vertue, for that it ſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſteyneth
and enforceth by his ſtrengthes, ſo
that it is not ouercommen by aduerſities.
Ne certes, thou that arte putte in encreaſe,
or in the height of vertue, ne haſt not com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
to fleten with delices, and for to walken
in bodily luſt. Thou ſoweſt or planteſt a full
eigre battayle in thy courage ayenſt euery
Fortune: for that the ſorrowfull fortune con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>founde
thee not, ne that the merie Fortune
ne corrumpe thee not, occupie the meane by
ſtedfaſt ſtrengthes. For all that euer is vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
the meane, or all that ouerpaſſeth the
meane, diſpiſeth welefulneſſe, as who ſayeth,
it is vicious, and ne hath no mede of his
trauayle, for it is ſet in your hand, as who
ſayeth, it lieth in your power, what Fortune
you is leueſt, that is to ſay, good or iuel, for
all fortune that ſemeth ſharpe or aſpre, if it
ne exerciſe not the good folke, ne chaſtiſe the
wicked folke, it puniſheth.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Bella bis quinis operatus annis. Ultor Atrides
phrygiae ruinis, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THe werker Atrides, that is to ſain, Aga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>memnon,
that wrought and continu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
the battayles by ten yeere, recouered
and purged in wreking by the diſtruction of
Troie, the loſte chambers of Mariage in his
brother, that is to ſay, that Agamemnon wan
ayen Heleine, that was Menelaus wife, his
brother. In the meane while that thilke A<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gamemnon
deſired to yeuen ſayles to the
Grekes nauie, &amp; brought ayen the windes by
blood: He vnclothed him of pitee of father,
and the ſorie Prieſt yeueth in ſacrifiyng, the
wretched cuttyng of the throte of the dough<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter:
that is to ſay, that Agamemnon let cut
the throte of his doughter by the Prieſt, to
maken aliaunce with his Goddes, and for to
haue wind, with which he might wenden to
Troy. Itacus, that is to ſay, Vlixes bewept
his fellowes ylorne, the which fellowes, the
fiers Poliphemus, liggyng in his great
caue, had fretten and dreint in his emptie
wombe: But natheles Poliphemus wood for
his blind viſage yeld to Vlixes joy, by his
ſorrowfull teares, that is to ſay, that Vlixes
ſmote out the iye of Poliphemus, that ſtoode
in the forehead, for which Vlixes had joy,
when he ſaw Poliphemus wepyng and blind.
Hercules is celebrable for his hard trauaile,
he daunted the proude Centaurus, halfe
horſe, halfe man, and byraft the diſpoiling fro
the cruel Lion, that is to ſay, he ſlough the
Lion, and birafte him his skin. He ſmote the
birdes that hight Arpies, with certain ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rowes.
He rauiſhed Apples fro the waking
dragon: and his hand was the more heauy
for the golden mettall. He drough Cerberus
the hound of hell by the triple chaynes. He
ouercomer, as it is ſaied, hath put an vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meke
lord fodder to his cruell horſe, that is
to ſay, Hercules ſlough Diomedes, and
made his horſe to fretten him: and he Her<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cules
ſlough Idra the Serpent, and brent the
venim. And Achileus the flood defouled in his
forehedde, dreint his ſhamefaſt viſage in his
ſtroundes, that is to ſay, that Achileus could
tranſfigure himſelfe into diuers likenes, and
as he fought with Hercules, at laſt he tourn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
him into a Bull, and Hercules brake one
of his hornes: and he for ſhame hid hym in
his Riuer. And ouer that, he Hercules, caſte
adoune Antheus the Giaunt in the ſtrondes
of Libie. And Cacus appeiſed the wrathes
of Euander, that is to ſay, that Hercules
ſlough the monſter Cacus, and apeiſed with
that death the wrath of Euander. And the
briſtled Bore, marked with vomes the ſhoul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ders
of Hercules, the whiche ſholders, the hie
cercle of heauen ſhould thriſt. And the laſt of
his labours was, that he ſuſteined the hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen
vpon his neck vnbowed, and he deſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved
eftſones the heauen to be y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> laſt ende of
trauayle. Goeth now yee ſtrong men, there
as the great enſample leadeth you. O nice
<pb n="399" facs="tcp:51487:218"/>
men, why make ye your backs, as who
ſayeth: O ye ſlowe and delicate men, why
ſee ye aduerſities, and ne fight againſt hem
by vertue, to winnen the mede of heauen:
for the mede ouercommen, yeueth the
Sterres, that is to ſaine, that when that
yearthly luſt is ouercommen, a man is ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked
worthy to the heauen.</p>
               </div>
               <trailer>¶Thus endeth the fourth Book of
Boetius.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="5" type="book">
               <head>Dixerat, orationiſque curſum ad alia quaedam
tractanda atque expedienda vertebat. B. Tum
ego, recta quidem inquam, &amp;c.</head>
               <p>SHe had ſaid, and turned the courſe
of her reaſon to ſome other things,
to be treated and to be ſped. Boe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tius.
Then ſaid I, certes rightfull
is thine amoneſting, and full digne by
aucthoritie. But that thou ſaideſt whi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lom,
that the queſtion of the Diuine pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veiaunce,
is enlaced with many other
queſtions, I vnderſtand well and proue
it by the ſame thing. But I aske, if that
thou weneſt, that happe bee any thing, in
any wayes? and if thou weneſt that happe
be any thing, what is it? Philoſophie.
Then (qd. ſhe) I haſte me to yelden and
aſſoilen to the debte of my beheſt, and
to ſhewen and open the way, by which
way thou maieſt come ayen to thy countrie:
but albeit ſo that the thinges which that
thou askeſt been right profitable to know,
yet been they diuers, ſomewhat fro the
path of my purpoſe, and it is to doubt, that
thou ne be maked wearie by miſſe wayes,
ſo that thou ne maieſt not ſuffice to mea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſure
the right way. Boetius. Ne doubt
thee thereof nothing (qd. I,) for to knowen
thilke things togider, in the which things
I delite me greatly, that ſhall been to me
in ſteede of reſt, ſith it nis not to doubten
of the thynges following, when euery
thyng of thy diſputacion, ſhall hauen ben
ſtedfaſt to me, by vndoubtous faith. Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophie.
Then (ſaid ſhe) that manner
woll I doen to thee: and beganne to ſpeaken
right thus. Certes (qd. ſhe) if any wight defi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>niſhe
hap in this maner, that is to ſaine, that
hap is betiding ibrought foorthe by fooliſhe
mouing, and by no knitting of cauſes, I con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>firme
that hap nys right naught in no wiſe,
and I deeme all vtterly, that hap nys, ne
dwelleth but a voyce, as who ſayeth, but an
idell woorde, without any ſignificacion of
thynge committed to that voyce. For what
place might been lefte, or dwellyng in follie,
and to diſordenaunce, ſithe that God lead<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
and conſtrayneth all thynges by order:
for this ſentence is very ſooth, that nothing
hath hys beyng of naughte, to the whiche
ſentence, none of theſe olde folke ne withſay<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
neuer, all be it ſo, that they ne vnderſtand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
it not by God, Prince and beginner of
workyng, but they eaſten, as a manner
foundement of ſubject materiall, that is
to ſaine, of the nature of all reaſon. And
if that any thing is waxen or commen of
no cauſes, then ſhall it ſeeme, that thilke
thyng is commen or woxen of naught.
But if this ne may not be done, then is
it not poſſible that hap be any ſoche thing,
as I haue definiſhed a little here beforne.
Boetius. How ſhall it then bee (qd. I)
nis there then nothing, that by right
may been cleaped, eyther happe, or els ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>venture,
or fortune? Or is there ought,
all be it ſo, that it is hidde fro the people,
to which thing theſe words been couenable.
Philoſophie. Mine Ariſtotle (qd. ſhe) in
the booke of his Phiſike, difiniſheth this
thing by ſhort reaſon, and nigh to the ſothe.
Boetius. In which maner (qd. I?) Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophie.
As ofte (qd. ſhe) as men done
any thyng for grace of any other thyng, and
another thyng than thilke thyng that menne
entenden to doen betideth by ſome cauſes,
it is icleaped happe: right as a man dalfe
the yearth, bycauſe of tillyng of the field,
and found there a gobet of golde bedoluen,
then wenen folke, that it is befall by fortu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nous
betidyng. But forſooth it nis not of
naught, for it hath his proper cauſes, of
which cauſes, the cours vnforeſeen and vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ware,
ſeemeth to haue maked hap. For if
the tiller of the field, ne dolue not in the
yearth, and if the hider of the golde ne had
hid the golde in that place, the golde ne had
not been found. Theſe been then the cauſes,
of the abredgyng of fortuit hap, the which
abredgyng of fortuit hap commeth of cauſes
of encountryng, and flowyng togither to
hemſelfe, and not by thentencion of the doer.
For neyther the hider of the golde, ne the
deluer of the field, ne vnderſtanden not that
the golde ſhould haue been found. But as I
ſaied, it betide and ran togither, that he dalfe
there as the other had hid the golde. Now
may I thus definiſhe hap. * Hap is an vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ware
betidyng of cauſes, aſſembled in things
that been doen for ſome other thyng. But
thilke order, procedyng by an vneſchuable
betiding togither, which that diſcendeth from
the well of purueighaunce, that ordeyneth
all thyngs in her places, and in her times
maketh, that the cauſes rennen and aſſem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>blen
togither.</p>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Rupis Achimeniae ſcopulis ubi verſa ſequentum.
Pectoribus figit ſpicula, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>TIgris and Eufrates, reſoluen and ſpring<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
of o welle, in the cragges of the roche
of the countrey of Achemenee, there as the
fliyng battayles fixen her darts, retourning
in the breaſts of hem that folowen hem. And
ſone after the ſame riuers, Tigris and Eu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>frates,
vnjoynen and departen her waters,
and if they commen together, and been aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſembled,
and cleaped together into o courſe,
<pb n="400" facs="tcp:51487:219"/>
then moten thilke things fleten togider,
which that the water of thenterchaunging
flood bringeth. The ſhippes and the ſtockes
araced with the flood moten aſſemblen, and
the waters imedled, wrappeth or emplieth
many fortunell happes or maners, the which
wandring happes natheleſſe, thilke declinyng
lowneſſe of the yerth, and the flowyng order
of the ſlidyng water gouerneth. Right ſo
fortune, that ſeemeth as it ſuffreth with sla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked
or vngouerned bridles, it ſuffreth bridles,
that is to ſaine, to been gouerned, and paſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
by thilke lawe, that is to ſaine, by the
diuine ordinaunce.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Animadverto inquam, idque uti tu dicis ita eſſe,
conſentio. Sed in hac haerentium, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THis vnderſtand I well (qd. I) and I ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cord
me that it is right as thou ſayeſt.
But I aske if there be any liberty of Free-will,
in this order of cauſes, that cleauen
thus togither in hemſelf? or els I would
weten if that the deſtinall cheyne, conſtrayn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
the mouyng of the courages of men?
Philoſophie. Yes (qd. ſhe) there is liberty
of free-will, ne there ne was neuer no nature
of reaſon, that it ne had liberty or free-will.
* For euery thyng that may naturally vſen
reaſon, it hath dome, by which it decerneth
and deemeth euery thyng. Then knoweth it
by it ſelfe, thyngs that been to flien, and
thyngs that been to deſiren, and the ilke
thyng that any wight demeth to been deſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red,
that asketh or deſireth he, and flieth
thilke thing, that he troweth be to flien.
Wherefore in all thyngs that reaſon is, in
him alſo is liberty of willyng and of nillyng,
but I ne ordayne not, as who ſayeth, I ne
graunt not, that this liberty be euen like in
all thyngs. For why, in the Soueraines de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vines
ſubſtaunces, that is to ſain, in ſpirites,
judgement is more clere and will not cor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rumpen,
and mighty ready to ſpeden things
that been deſired. But the ſoules of men
moten needes been more free, when they
looken hem in the ſpeculacion, or looking of
the deuine thought, and laſſe free when they
ſliden into the bodies, and yet laſſe free when
they ben gathered togither and comprehen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
in yearthly members, but the laſt ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vage
is, when that they been yeuen to vices,
and haue ifall from the poſſeſſion of her pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>per
reaſon. For after that they haue caſte a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
her iyen, fro the light of the Soueraine
ſothfaſtneſſe, to low things and darcke, anone
they darcken by the cloude of ignoraunce,
and be troubled by felonious talentes, to the
which talentes, when they approchen and
aſſenten, they heapen and encreaſen the ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vage,
which they haue joyned to hemſelfe.
And in this maner they been caytiues, fro
her proper libertie, the which thyng nathe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe,
the lookyng of the deuine purueiaunce
ſeeth, that all thyngs beholdeth and ſeeth fro
eterne, and ordeyneth hem euerich in her me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rites,
as they been predeſtinate, and it is ſaid
in Greke, * That all thyngs he ſeeth, and all
thyngs he heareth.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Puro clarum lumine Phoebum. Melliflui canit
oris Homerus, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>HOmer with his hony mouth, that is to
ſaine, Homer with the ſweet ditees
ſingeth, that the Sunne is cleare by pure
light. Natheleſſe, yet ne may it not by the
infirme light of his beames, breaken or per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cen
the inwarde entrailes of the yearth, or
els of the Sea. So ne ſeeth not God maker
of the greate worlde, to him that looketh all
thyngs from on high, ne vnderſtandeth no
thyngs by heauineſſe of the yearth, ne the
night ne withſtandeth not to him by the
blacke cloudes. * Thilke God ſeeth in o
ſtroke of thought, all thyngs that been, we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ren,
or ſhull come: and thilke God, for he
looketh and ſeeth all thyngs alone, thou
mayſt ſaine that he is the very ſonne.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Tum ego: en inquam difficiliori rurſus ambigui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tate
confundor, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THen ſaid I thus, now am I confound<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
by a more hard doubt than I was.
Philoſ. What doubt is that (qd. ſhe) for cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
I conject nowe by ſoche thyngs, thou
art troubled. B. It ſeemeth (qd. I) to repug<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nen
and to contrary greatly, that God
knoweth beforne all thyngs, and that there
is any freedome or libertie, for if ſo be that
God looketh all thyngs beforne, ne God ne
may not been deceyued in no maner. Then
mote it needs bee, that all thyngs the which
that the purueiaunce of God, hath ſeene be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forne
to come, for which if that God know<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
toforne, not onely the werkes of men,
but alſo her counſailes and her willes, then
ne ſhall there be no libertie of arbitree, ne
certes, there ne may be none other deede, ne
no will, but the ilke which that the deuine
purueiaunce (that ne may not been decey<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved)
hath feeled beforne: for if that they
mighten wrythen away, in other maner than
they been purueied, then ne ſhould there be
no ſtedfaſt preſcience of thing to commen,
but rather an vncertaine opinion, the which
thing to trowen to God, I deme it felony
and vnlefull. Ne I ne proue not the ilke
ſame reaſon, as who ſayeth, I ne alowe not,
or I ne prayſe not thilke ſame reaſon, by
which that ſome men wenen, that they mow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
aſſoilen and vnknitten the knot of this
queſtion. For certes they ſaine, that thing
nis not commen, for that the purueiaunce
of God hath ſeen beforne that it is to com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men,
but rather the contrary, and that is
this, that for that the thyngs is to commen,
that therefore ne may it not been hid fro the
purueiaunce of God. And in this maner,
this neceſſitie ſlideth ayen into the contrarie
partie, ne it ne behoueth not needes, that
<pb n="401" facs="tcp:51487:219"/>
things betiden that been ypurueighed, but it
behoueth needs that things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> been to com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
been ypurueighed, but as it were ytra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uailed,
as who ſaith, that thilke anſwere pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceedeth
right as though men trauaileden or
weren buſie to enquiren, the which thing is
cauſe of the which things. As whether the
preſcience is cauſe of the neceſſitie of things
to commen, or els y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the neceſſitie of thinges
to commen is cauſe of the purueighaunce.
But I ne enforce me not now to ſhewen it,
that the betiding of thinges iwiſte beforne
is neceſſary, how ſo or in what maner, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the
order of cauſes hath it ſelfe, although y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it
ne ſeeme not that the preſcience bryng in ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſitie
of betiding, to things to commen.
For c<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>tes, if that any wight ſitteth, it be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>houeth
by neceſſitie that the opinion be ſooth
of hym that coniecteth that he ſitteth: and
ayenwarde alſo is it of the contrary, for if y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
opinion be ſoothe of any wight, for that he ſit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth,
it behoueth by neceſſitie that he ſitte.
Then is here neceſſitie in that one, and in
that other: for in that one is neceſſity of
ſittyng, and certes in that other is neceſſity
of ſoth. But therefore ne ſitteth not a wight,
for that the opinion of the ſitting is ſoth,
but the opinion is rather ſoth, for that a
wight ſitteth beforne. And thus although that
the cauſe of ſoth commeth of that other ſide,
as who ſayeth, that although the cauſe of
ſothe commeth of the ſitting, and not of the
true opinion, algates yet is there a common
neceſſity in that one, &amp; in that other. Thus
ſemeth it, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I may make ſemblable skilles
of the purueighaunce of God, &amp; of things
to commen. For although that for y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> things
been to commen, therefore been they pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueighed,
&amp; not certes for they been purueigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
therfore ne betide they not, natheleſſe it
behoueth by neceſſity, that either the things
to commen beene ypurueyed of God, or els y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> things that been purueighed of God, beti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den.
And this things onely ſuffiſeth inough
to deſtroyen the freedome of our arbitty, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
is to ſaine, of our freewill. But certes, now
ſheweth it well how farre fro the ſothe, &amp; how
vp ſo doune is this thing, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> we ſeen that the
betidyng of temporall things is cauſe of the
eterne preſcience. But for to wenen y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God
purueyeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> things to commen, for they ben
to commen, what other thing is it but for to
wene, that thilke things that betide whilom,
been cauſes of thilk ſouerain purueighaunce
that is in God? And hereto adde I thinges,
that right as when that I wote that a thing
is, it behoueth by neceſſity that thilke ſelfe
thyng be: and eke when I haue knowen that
any thing ſhall betyden, ſo behoueth it by ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſity,
that thilke ſame thinges betyde. So
followeth it then, that the betidyng of the
things iwiſt beforne, ne may not be eſchewed,
and at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> laſt, if that any wight wene a thing
to been otherwiſe than it is, it nis not onely
vnſcience, but it is deceiueable opinion, full
diuers &amp; farre fro the ſothe of ſcience. Wher<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore,
if any thyng he ſo to commen, that the
betidyng of it ne be not certaine, ne neceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſary,
who may weten beforne y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thilke thing
is to commen. For right as ſcience ne may
not be medled with falſeneſſe, as who ſaieth,
that if I wote a thing, it ne may not be falſe
that I ne wote it, right of thilke thing that
is conceiued by ſcience, ne may not be none
otherwiſe than as it is conceiued: for that is
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cauſe why that Science wanteth leſing, as
who ſaieth, why that weting ne receyueth
not leſing of that it wote, for it behoueth by
neceſſity, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> euery thing be right, as Science
comprehendeth it to be. What ſhall I then
ſaine, in which maner knoweth God beforne
all the thinges to commen, if they ne be not
certain, for if that he deme that they been to
commen vneſchuably, and ſo may be that it
is poſſible that they ne ſhullen not comen,
God is deceiued, but not only to trowen that
God is deceyued: but for to ſpeake it with
mouth, it is a felonous ſin. But if that God
wote, that right ſo as things been to com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men,
ſo ſhullen they commen, ſo that he wote
egally, as who ſaith indifferently, that things
may be done or els not ydone. What is thilk
preſcience, that ne comprehendeth no cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tayne
thyng ne ſtable, or els what difference
is there between y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> preſcience of thilke jape,
worthy Deuining of Tireſie Deuinour, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ſayd: All that I ſay (qd. he) eyther it ſhall be,
or els it ne ſhall not be, or els how moche is
worth the Deuine preſcience more than the
opinion of mankind, if ſo be that it demeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
things vncertain, as men done? Of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which
domes of men, the betiding nys not certain.
But if ſo be, that none vncertaine things ne
may been in him that is right certayne well
of all things, then is the betidyng certaine
of thilke things which that he hath wiſte be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forne,
fermely to commen: for whiche it fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loweth,
that the freedome of the counſailes,
and of the werkes of mankind nis none, ſith
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the thought of GOD that ſeeth all thyngs
without errour of falſeneſſe, bindeth &amp; con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrayneth
hem to a betidyng by neceſſity. And
if this thing be ones igraunted and receiued,
this is to ſaine, that there nis no freewill,
then ſheweth it well, how great deſtruction &amp;
how great domages there folowen of things
of mankind, for in idell been there then pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſed
&amp; behight medes to good folke, &amp; pains
to bad folke, ſith that no mouyng of free cou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rage
voluntarie, ne hath not deſerued hem,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſaine, neyther mede ne payne. And it
ſhould ſeeme then, that thilke thing is alder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>worſt,
which that is now demed for aldermoſt
juſt, and moſt rightful. That is to ſain, that
ſhrewes ben puniſhed, or els that good folk be
iguerdonned, the which folkes, ſen that her
proper will ne ſent hem to that one, ne to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
other, that is to ſayne, neyther to good ne
harm, but conſtraineth hem certain neceſſity
of things to comen, then ne ſhullen ther neuer
ben, ne neuer weren vice ne vertue, but it ſhul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>len
rather be confuſion of all deſerts, medled
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without diſcrecion. And yet there followeth
another inconuenience, of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which there ne
may be thought no more felonous ne more
wicked, and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is thus, That ſo as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> order of
things commeth of the purueiaunce of God,
ne that nothing nis leful to the counſailes
of mankind, as who ſaieth, that men haue no
power to doen nothing, ne will nothing, then
followeth it that our vices been referred to
the maker of al good, as who ſaith, then fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loweth
it, that God ought to have the blame
of our vices, ſith he conſtraineth vs by neceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſitie
to done vices: then nis there no reaſon
to hopen in God, ne to prayen to God, for w<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
ſhould any wight hopen to God, or why ſhould
he praien to God, ſith y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the ordinaunce of de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtinie,
which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ne may not been enclined, knit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
&amp; ſtreyneth all things that men may deſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ren.
Then ſhould there be done away thilke
only aliaunce betwene God &amp; man, that is to
ſaine, to hopen &amp; to prayen. But by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> price of
rightwiſeneſſe, &amp; of very mekeneſſe, we deſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> guerdon of Diuine grace, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſtimable,
that is to ſay, that is ſo great y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> it ne
may not been full praiſed, and this is only the
maner, that is to ſay, hope and praiers. For
which it ſeemeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> men woll ſpeak with God,
&amp; by reaſon of ſupplicacion, ben conjoined to
thilk clearnes, that nis not approched no ra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
than men ſeken it &amp; impetren it. And if
men ne wene not the hope ne prayers ne have
no ſtrengthes by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> neceſſitie of things to co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
received, what thing is there then, by
which we mowen be conjoyned, and cleuen to
thilke ſoueraine Prince of things. For which
it behoveth by neceſſitie, that the linage of
mankind, as thou ſong a little here beforne,
be departed &amp; unjoyned from his wele, &amp; fai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>len
of his beginning, that is to ſaine, God.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quae nam diſcors federa rerum, Cauſa reſolvit?
Quis tanta deus, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>WHat diſcordable cauſe hath to rent and
vnjoyned the binding or the aliaunce
of things, that is to ſaine, the conjunctions
of GOD, and of man? Which GOD hath
eſtabliſhed ſo great battaile betweene theſe
two ſoothfaſte or very things, that is to ſaine,
betweene the purueyaunce of God, and free
will, that been ſingular, and deuided, ne that
they ne wollen not beene meddled, ne cou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pſed
togeder? But there nis no diſcord to
the very things, but they cleauen alway cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taine
to hemſelfe. But the thought of man,
confounded &amp; overthrowne by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> darke mem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bers
of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> body, ne may not by fire of his dark<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
looking, that is to ſaine, by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> vigour of his
inſight, while the ſoule is in the body, knowen
the thinne ſubtill knittings of things. But
wherefore eſchaufeth it ſo by ſo great loue, to
finden thilke notes of ſooth ycovered, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to
ſaine, wherefore eſchaufeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thought of man
by ſo great deſire, to know thilk notifications
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ben ihid vnder y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> couertures of ſooth? Wote
it ought thilke things, that it anguiſhous de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſireth
to knowe? As who ſayth, nay. For no
man ne trauayleth for to weten things that
he wote. And therefore y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> text ſayth thus.</p>
                  <p>But who trauayleth to weten thinges
yknowe? And if that he ne knoweth hem
not, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſeeketh thilke blind thought? What
is hee that hath deſired any thynges, of
which hee wote right naught? As who ſaith,
who ſo deſireth any things, needs ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>what
he knoweth of it, or els he ne coud
not deſiren it. Or who may follow things
that ne been not iwiſt, and though that
he ſeeke the thyngs, where ſhall he find
hem? What wight that is all vncunning
and ignoraunt may knowe that forme that
is ifound.</p>
                  <p>But when the ſoule beholdeth and ſeeth
the high thought, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſayne God, then
knoweth it togither y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſumme and ſingula<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rities,
that is to ſayne, the principles, and
eueriche of hem by himſelfe. But now while
the ſoule is hid in the cloud, and in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> darke<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of the members of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> bodie, it ne hath
not all foryeten it ſelfe, but it withholdeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ſumme of thynges, and leſeth the ſingulari<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties.
Then who ſo that ſeeketh ſoothneſſe, he
nis in neyther nother habite, for he wote not
all, ne hee ne hath not all foryeten, but yet
him remembreth the ſumme of thynges y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
hee withholdeth, and asketh counſayle, and
retreateth deepliche thinges iſeene beforne,
that is to ſayne, the great ſumme in his
mind, ſo that he mowe adden the partes y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hee
hath foryeten, to thilke parties that he hath
withholden.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Tum illa. Vetus inquit, haec eſt de providentia
querela: Marco Tullio, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THen ſaied ſhe, This is (qd. ſhe) the old
queſtion of the purueyaunce of God.
And Marcus Tullius, when he deuided the
Deuinacions, that is to ſaine, in his bookes
that hee wrote of deuinacions, he moued
greatly this queſtion, and thou thy ſelfe haſte
iſought it much, &amp; vtterly and long, but yet
ne hath it not been determined, ne iſped
fermely &amp; diligently of any of you, and the
cauſe of this darkneſſe &amp; of this difficulty is,
for y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the mouing of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> reaſon of mankinde ne
may not mouen to, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſayne, applien or
joynen to the ſimplicitie of the diuine preſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence,
the which ſimplicitie of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> diuine preſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence
if y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> men mighten thinken it in any man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſayne, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> if men mighten thinke
and comprehenden the things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> God ſeeth
himſelf, then there dwelled vtterly no doubt:
the which reaſon and cauſe of difficulties, I
ſhall aſſay at laſt to ſhew &amp; to ſpeeden, when
I haue firſt iſpended and anſwered to thy rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſons,
by which thou art moued, for I ask why
thou weneſt, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thilke reaſons of hem that aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſoilen
this queſtion, ne be not ſpedfull inough
ne ſufficient, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which ſolucion, or y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon,
for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> it deemeth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the preſcience is not
of neceſſity of things to come, as who ſaith
any other way than thus, but y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thilke things
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that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> preſcience wote beforn, ne may not vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>betiden,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſayne, that they moten betide.
But then, if that preſcience ne putteth none
neceſſitie to thinges to commen, as thou thy
ſelfe haſt confeſſed it, and beknow a litle here
beforne, what cauſe, or what is it, as who ſai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,
there may no cauſe be, by which that the
ends voluntarie of things, mighten be con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrayned
to certaine betiding. For by grace
of poſicion, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou may the better vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtand
this y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> followeth, I ſuppoſe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> there ne
bee no preſcience: then aſke I (qd. ſhe) in as
much as appertayneth to that, ſhoulden then
thinges y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> commen of free will be conſtrained
to betiding by neceſſitie? Boecius. Nay (qd.
I.) Philoſo. Then ayenward (qd. ſhe) I ſup<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſe
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> there be preſcience, but that it ne put<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
no neceſſitie to things, then trowe I that
thilke ſame freedome of will ſhall dwellen all
hole and abſolute, &amp; unbounden. But thou
wilt ſayne, that all be it ſo, that preſcience nis
not cauſe of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> neceſſity of betiding to things
to commen, algates yet it is a ſigne that the
thyngs been to betiden by neceſſitie. By this
manner then, although y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> preſcience had neuer
be, yet algates or at leaſt way it is a certain
thing, that ends of betidings of things to
commen ſhoulden be neceſſary. For euery
thing ſheweth &amp; ſignifieth onely what y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thing
is, but it ne maketh not the thing that it ſig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nifieth.
For which it behoueth, firſt to ſhew,
that nothing ne betideth, that it ne betideth
by neceſſitie: ſo that it may appear, that the
preſcience is ſigne of neceſſitie: or els, if there
nere no neceſſitie, certes thilke preſcience ne
might not bee ſigne of thyng that nis not.
But certes, it is nowe certaine, that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> prooue
of this, yſuſteined by ſtedfaſt reaſon, ne ſhall
not ben lad ne prooued by ſignes ne by argu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments
taken fro without, but by cauſes co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>venable
&amp; neceſſarie. But thou mayſt ſaine,
how may it be, that the thyngs ne betiden
not, that been purueyed to commen? But
certes, right as we trowen, that the thyngs
which that the purueyaunce wote beforne to
commen, ne be not to betiden. But that ne
ſhould we not deemen, but rather, although
they ſhall betiden, yet ne haue they no neceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſitie
of her kind to betiden: and this mayeſt
thou lightly apperceyuen by this y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ſhall
ſaine. For we ſeene many thynges, when they
been beforne our eyen, right as men ſeene y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
Carter worching in the tourning and in the
attempring or addreſſing of his carts or cha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riots,
&amp; by this manner, as who ſayth, maieſt
thou vnderſtand of all other werkemen. Is
there then any neceſſitie, as who ſaieth, in our
looking, that conſtrayneth or compelleth any
of thilke things to been done ſo? Boeci. Nay
(qd. I) for in idle &amp; in vain were all the effect
of craft, if y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> all thyngs weren moued by con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrayning
of our eyen, or of our ſight. Philoſo.
The things then (qd. ſhe) that when that men
done hem, ne haue no neceſſitie y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> men done
hem, eke tho ſame things firſt or they be done,
they been to commen without neceſſitie: for
why, there ben ſome things to betiden, of
which the ends &amp; the betidings of hem been
abſolute and quit of all neceſſitie. For certes,
I ne trowe not y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> any man would ſayne this,
that the thyngs that men done now, that
they ne were to betiden firſt, ere they were
done. And thilk ſame things, although men
hadden wiſt hem beforne, yet they haue free
betidings. For right as ſcience of things pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent,
ne bringeth in no neceſſitie to things y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
men done, right ſo to the preſcience of things
to commen, ne bringeth in none neceſſitie to
thinges to betiden. But thou mayeſt ſayne,
that of thilke ſame it is doubted, as whether
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> of thilke things, that ne haue none iſſues
and betidings neceſſaries, if thereof may ben
any preſcience. For certes, they ſeemen to
diſcorden, for thou weneſt, that if that things
been ſeene before, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> neceſſitie followeth hem,
and if neceſſitie fayleth hem, they ne might
not beene wiſt before, and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nothing may be
comprehended by ſcience, but certaine. And
if tho things ne haue no certain betidings,
be purveighed as certayne, it ſhould be dark<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of opinion, not ſoothfaſtneſſe of ſcience.
And thou weneſt that it be diuers fro the
holineſſe of ſcience, that any man ſhould
deeme a thyng to bee otherwiſe than it is it
ſelfe: and the cauſe of this errour is, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> of all
the thyngs y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> euery wight hath knowe, they
wene y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> tho thyngs been knowe onely by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ſtrength, and by the nature of the thynges y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
been wiſt or knowe, and it is all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> contrarie:
for all that euer is knowe, it is rather com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>prehended
&amp; know, not after his ſtrength &amp;
his nature, but after y<hi rend="sup">c</hi> facultie, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſayne,
the power and the nature of hem y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knowen.
And for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> this thyng ſhould now ſhewe by
a ſhort enſample the roundneſſe of a bodie,
otherwiſe than the ſight of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> eye knoweth it,
and otherwiſe than the touching. The look<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
by caſting of his beams, waiteth and
ſeeth from afarre all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bodie together, with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
mouing of it ſelfe, but the touching clea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueth
to the round body, &amp; moueth about y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
enuironning, &amp; comprehendeth the parties
by roundneſſe, &amp; the man himſelfe otherwiſe
beholdeth him, and otherwaies imaginacion,
and otherwiſe reaſon, and otherwiſe intelli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gence.
For the wit comprehended without
forth the figure of the bodie of man, that is
vnſtabliſhed in the matter ſubject. But the
imaginacion comprehendeth onely the figure
without the matter. Reaſon ſurmounteth
imaginacion, and comprehendeth by vniuer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſall
looking the common ſpeech, but y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> eye of
intelligence is higher, for it ſurmounteth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
enuironning of the vniuerſitie, and looketh
over that, by pure ſubtiltie of thought. The
ilke ſame ſimple forme of man, that is perdu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rable
in the deuine thought, in whyche this
ought greatly to bee conſidered, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the higheſt
ſtrengthe for to comprehenden thynges, em<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>braceth
and contayneth the lower ſtrength,
but the lower ſtrength ne ariſeth not in no
manner to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> higher ſtrength. For wit ne may
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comprehend nothyng out of matter, ne the
imaginacion ne looketh not the vniuerſall
ſpeces, ne reaſon ne taketh not the ſimple
forme, ſo as intelligence taketh it. But intel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ligence,
that looketh all abouen, when it hath
comprehended the forme, it knoweth and dee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
all the thynges that beene vnder the
forme, but ſhe knoweth hem in thilke manner
in which it comprehendeth thilke ſame ſim<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple
forme, that ne may neuer bee knowen
of none of the other, that is to ſay, to none
of tho three foreſayed ſtrengthes of the ſoule,
for it knoweth the vniuerſitie of reaſon, and
the figure of imaginacion, and the ſenſible
materiall conceyued by wit, ne it ne vſeth not
ne of reaſon, ne of imaginacion, ne of wit
withoutforth, but it beholdeth all thyngs, ſo
as I ſhall ſay, by a ſtroke of thought fermely,
without diſcourſe of collacion. Certes, reaſon
when it looketh any thing vniuerſell, it ne vſeth
not of imaginacion ne wit, &amp; algates yet it
comprehendeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thynges imaginable &amp; ſen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſible,
for reaſon is ſhee that definiſheth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> vni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerſall
of her conceit, right thus. Man is a
reaſonable two-footed beaſt, and how ſo that
this knowing is vniuerſall, yet nis there no
wight, that ne wote well, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> a man is a thyng
imaginable and ſenſible, and this ſame conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dereth
well reaſon, but that nis not by imagi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nacion,
nor by wit, but it looketh it by reaſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nable
concepcion. Alſo imaginacion, albeit
ſo, that it taketh of wit the beginning, to ſeen
and formen the figures, algates although y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
wit ne were not preſent, yet it enuironneth
and comprehendeth all things ſenſible, not by
reaſon ſenſible of deeming, but by reaſon ima<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginatife.
Seeſt thou not then, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> all the things
in knowing, vſen more of her facultie, or of
her power, than they done of the facultie or
of power of things that ben to knowen: ne
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is no wrong, for ſo as euery judgement is,
that deed or doing of him y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> demeth, it be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>houeth
that euery wight performe his werke,
and his entencion, not of forraine power,
but of his proper power.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quondam porticus attulit, Obſcuros nimium
ſenes, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THen the porch, that is to ſay, a gate of the
towne of Athens, there as Philoſopers
hadden congregacion to diſpute, thilk porch
brought ſometime olde men ful dark in
her ſentences, that is to ſay, Philoſophers,
that highten Stoiciens, that wende that I<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mages
and ſenſibilities, that is to ſay, ſen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſible
imaginacions, or els imaginacions of
ſenſible things, were emprinted into ſoules
fro bodies withoutfoorth: as who ſayth,
thilke Stoiciens wenden, that the ſoule had
be naked of himſelf, as a mirrour, or a cleane
perchemine, ſo that all figures muſten firſt
commen fro thyngs fro without into ſoules,
and ben emprinted into ſoules, right as we
ben wont ſometime by a ſwift pointel, to
fixen letters emprinted in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſmoothneſſe, or
in the plaineneſſe of the table of waxe, or in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
parchemine, that hath no figure ne note in it.
Gloſe. But now argueth Boece agaynſt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
opinion, and ſayth thus. But if the thriuing
ſoule ne vnpliteth nothing, that is to ſaine, ne
doth thing by his proper mouing, but ſuffreth
and lieth ſubject to the figures, &amp; to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> notes
of bodies without forth, and yeeldeth Images
idle, euill and vaine, in the manner of a mir<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rour.
Whence thriueth then, or whence com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
thilke knowing in our ſoule that diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cerneth
and beholdeth all things, &amp; whence
is thilke ſtrength, that beholdeth the ſingu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lar
things, or els whence is the ſtrength, that
deuideth things yknowe, and thilke ſtrength
that gathereth together thynges deuided, &amp;
ſtrength that choſeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> enterchaunged way:
for ſometime it heaueth the head, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it heaueth vp the entencion to right high
things, and ſometime it diſcendeth into right
low thyngs, and when it returneth into him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe
it reproueth and deſtroieth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> falſe things
by the true things.</p>
                  <p>Certes, this ſtrength is cauſe more effici<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ent
&amp; much more mightie, to ſeen &amp; to known
things, than thilke cauſe that ſuffreth &amp; re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiueth
the notes and figures impreſſed in
manner of matter. Algates the paſſion, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is
to ſay, the ſufferaunce or the wit in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> quicke
bodie, goeth before exciting, and mouing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
ſtrengths of the thought, right ſo as when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
cleareneſſe ſmiteth the eyen, &amp; moueth hem
to ſeeene, or right ſo as voyce or ſoun hurleth
to the eares, and commoueth hem to hearken,
then is the ſtrength of the thought moued &amp;
excited, cleapeth forth to ſemblable mouings
the ſpeces that it halt within it ſelfe, and ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
the ſpeces to the notes, and to thynges
withoutfoorth, and medleth the Images of
things withoutforth, to thinges hid within
himſelfe.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quod ſi in corporibus ſentiendis quamvis efficiant
Inſtrumenta ſenſuum, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>BVt what is that in bodies to be feeled,
that is to ſay, in the taking: and in
the knowing of bodily thinges. And albeit ſo
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the qualities of bodies y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> be object fro with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>outfoorth,
mouen and entalenten the inſtru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments
of the wits, and all be it ſo, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the
paſſion of the bodie, that is to ſaine, the
wit, or the ſufferaunce, goeth beforne the
ſtrength, or the worching courage, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> which
paſſion or ſufferaunce clepeth foorth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> deede
of the thought in it ſelfe, and moueth and
exciteth in this meane while the formes y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
reſten withinforth, and in ſenſible bodies,
as I haue ſaid, our courages nis not taught
oremprinted by paſſion to know theſe things,
but demeth &amp; knoweth of his owne ſtrength
the paſſion or ſufferance ſubject to the
body: much more then tho things been
abſolute, and quicke fro all talents or af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fections
of bodies, as God or his Angels, ne
followen not in diſcerning thinges object fro
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without forth, but they accompliſhen and ſpe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
the deeds of her thought. By this rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
then there commen many manner of
knowings, to diuerſe and to differing ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtaunces.</p>
                  <p>For the wit of the bodie, the which wit is
naked, and diſpoiled of all other knowing,
thilke wit commen to beaſtes, the which ne
mowen not mouen hemſelfe here and there,
as Diſters and Muskles, and other ſuch
ſhell-fiſh of the ſea, that cleauen and been
nouriſhed to rocks: but the imaginacion
commeth of remouable beaſts, that ſeemen
to haue talent to flien, or to deſiren any
thing: But reaſon is all onely the linage
of mankind, right as intelligence is all one<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
the diuine nature, of which it followeth,
that thilke knowing is more worth than is
either, ſens it knoweth by his proper nature,
not only his ſubject, as who ſaith, it ne know<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
not all only that appertaineth properly
to his knowing, but it knoweth the ſubjects
of all other knowings. But how ſhall it then
be, if that wit and imaginacion ſtriuen ayen
reaſoning, and ſayne, that of thilke vniuer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſall
thing that reaſon weneth to ſeene, that it
nis right naught, for wit and imaginacion
ſayne, that that is ſenſible or imaginable, it
ne may not been vniuerſall.</p>
                  <p>Then is there either the judgement of
reaſon ſooth, ne that there nis nothing ſenſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble,
or els for that reaſon wote well, that ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
thyngs ben ſubject to wit, and to imagi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nacion:
then is the concepcion of reaſon vain
and falſe, which that looketh and comprehen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
that that is ſenſible and ſingular, as
vniuerſall. And if that the reaſon would
aunſwere ayenſt theſe two, that is to ſay, to
wit and imaginacion, and ſay that ſoothly
ſhe her ſelf, that is to ſayne, reaſon, looketh
and comprehendeth by reaſon of vniuerſali<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
both that that is ſenſible, and that that
is imaginable, and thilke two, that is to
ſaine, wit and imaginacion, ne mowen not
ſtretchen hemſelfe to the knowing of vniuer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſalitie,
for that the knowing of hem ne may
not exceeden ne ſurmounten the bodily fi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gures.
Certes, of the knowing of thyngs,
men oughten rather yeuen more credence
to the more ſtedfaſt, and to the more perfite
judgement, in this manner ſtriuing, then we
that haue ſtrength of reaſoning, and of ima<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginacion,
and of wit, that is to ſay, by reaſon
and by imaginacion, we ſhould rather praiſe
the cauſe of reaſon, as who ſayeth, than the
cauſe of wit and of imaginacion. Sembla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
thing is it, that the reaſon of mankind
ne weneth not, that the diuine intelligence
beholdeth or knoweth thyngs to come, but
right as the reaſon of mankind knoweth
hem: For thou argueſt thus, that if that it
ne ſeeme not to men, that ſome things haue
certaine betidings, they ne may not be wiſt,
before certainely they betiden, and then is
there no preſcience of thilke thyngs, and if
we trow, that preſcience be in theſe thyngs,
then is there nothing that betideth by ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſitie.
But if we might haue the judge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
of the diuine thought, as we been part<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ners
of reaſon, right ſo as we haue demed,
that it behoueth by imaginacion and wit,
and beneath reaſon, right ſo would we
deemen, that it were rightfull thyng, that
mans reaſon ought to ſubmit it ſelfe to be
beneath the diuine thought, for which if we
may, as who ſayth, that if we may, I coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſail,
that we enhaunce vs in the height of
thilke ſoueraine intelligence, for there ſhall
reaſon well ſeene that, that it ne may not be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hold
in it ſelfe: and certes, that is thus, in
what manner the preſcience of God ſeeth all
things, and definiſheth, although they haue
no certain betidings: ne this is none opini<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
but rather the ſimplicitie of the ſouerain
ſcience that is not ſhet within no manner of
bounds.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quam variis terras animalia permeant figuris.
Namque alia extento ſunt corpore, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THe beaſts paſſen by the earths by full di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers
figures, for ſome of hem haue her
bodies ſtraught, and crepen in the duſt, and
drawn after hem a trace, or a forough conti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nued,
that is to ſay, as Neders and Snails:
and other beaſtes, by the wandering light<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of her wings, beaten the windes, and
ouerſwimmen the ſpaces of the long aire,
by moſt flying.</p>
                  <p>And other beaſts gladden hemſelf to dig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gen
her traces or her ſteppes in the earth
with her going, or with her feet, and to gone
either by the greene fieldes, or els to walken
vnder the woods. And all be it ſo, that thou
ſeeſt, that they diſcorden by diuers formes,
algates her faces enclined, heauieth her dull
wits, only the linage of man heaueth high<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
his high head, and ſtandeth light with
his vpright body, and beholdeth the earths
vnder him. And but if thou earthly man
waxeſt euill out of thy wit, this figure amo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſteth
thee, that askeſt the heuen with thy
right viſage, and haſt areiſed thy forehead,
to bearen vp on high thy courage, ſo that
thy thought ne be not heauied, ne put lowe
vnder foot, ſith that thy body is ſo high
areiſed.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Quoniam igitur uti paulo ante monſtratum eſt,
omne quod ſcitur, &amp;c.</head>
                  <p>THerefore then, as I haue ſhewed a little
here beforne, that all thyng that is wiſt,
nis not known by his nature proper, but by
the nature of hem that comprehenden it.
Let vs looken now, in as much as it is lefull
to vs, as who ſaieth, let vs looken now as we
may, which that is the eſtate of the Diuine
ſubſtaunce, ſo that we may well know eke
 w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> his ſcience is. The common judgement
of all creatures reaſonables then is, that
God is eterne. Let vs conſider then what
<pb n="406" facs="tcp:51487:223"/>
is eternity, for certes, that ſhall ſhewen vs
togider the diuine nature, and the diuine
ſcience. Eternitie then is perfit poſſeſſion,
and all together of life interminable, and
that ſheweth the more clearely by the com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pariſon
or collacion of temporall thyngs.</p>
                  <p>For all things that liueth in time, it is pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent,
and proceedeth fro preterities into fu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tures,
that is to ſain, from time paſſed into
time comming: ne there nis nothing eſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bliſhed
in time that may embracen togither
all the ſpace of this life, for certes, yet ne hath
it not taken the time of to morrow, and it
hath loſt that of yeſterday. And certes, in the
life of this day ye ne liuen no more, but
right as in this moouable and tranſitorie
moment. Then thilke thing that ſuffereth
temporall condicion, although that it neuer
began to be, ne though it neuer ceaſe to be,
(as Ariſtotle demed of the world) and al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>though
the life of it be ſtretched with infi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nite
of time, yet algates nis it no ſuch thing,
as men might trowen by right that it is
eterne. For although that it comprehend and
embrace the ſpace of the life infinite, yet al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gates
ne embraceth it not the ſpace of the
life altogither, for it ne hath not the futures
that be not yet: Ne it ne hath no lenger the
preterities that ben done or paſſed. But
thilke thing then, that hath and comprehend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
togider all the plenty of the life inter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>minable,
to whom there ne fayleth nought of
the future, and to whom there nis nought of
the preteritie eſcaped or paſſed, thilke ſame
is ywitneſſed and prooved by right to ben
etern. And it behoueth by neceſſitie, that thilk
thing be alway preſent to himſelfe, and com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>petent:
as who ſayth, alway preſent to him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe,
and ſo mightie, that all be right at his
pleaſaunce, and that he haue all preſent the
infinite of the moouable time. Wherefore
ſome men trowen wrongfully, that when
they heren that it ſeemed to Plato, that
this world had neuer beginning of time,
that it neuer ſhall haue fayling: they wene
in thilke manner, that this world be maked
eterne, with his maker, as who ſaith, they
wene that this world and God be maked to<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gether
eterne. And that is a wrongfull we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning,
for other thing it is to be lad by the
life interminable, as Plato graunted to the
world, and other thing it is to embrace to<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gither
all the preſence of the life that is in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terminable,
which thing is clere and mani<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feſt
to the diuine thought. Ne it ne ſhould
not ſeeme to vs, that God is elder than
things that been maked by quantitie of
time, but rather by the proſperitie of his
ſimple nature. For this ilk infinite mouings
of temporall things followeth this preſenta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rie
eſtate of this life immouable, and ſo, as
it ne may not countrefeten ne faine it, ne be
euenlike to it for the immobilitie, that is to
ſay, that is in the eternitie of God, it faileth
and faileth into moouing fro the ſimplicitie
of the preſence of God, and diſincreaſeth in
the infinite quantity of future and preterity.
And ſo as it may not haue togider all the
plentie of the life, algates yet for as much
as it ceaſeth neuer for to ben in ſome man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner,
yet it ſeemeth ſomedele to vs, that it
followeth and reſembleth thilke thing, that
it ne may not attaine to, ne fulfillen, and
bindeth it ſelfe to ſome manner preſence of
this little moment: the which preſence of
this little and ſwift moment, for that it
beareth a manner image of likeneſſe of the
aye dwelling of God, it graunteth to ſuch
manner thyngs, as it betideth to, that it
ſemeth hem, as theſe thyngs haue ben, and
ben. And for that the preſence of ſuch little
moment ne may not dwell, therefore it ra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>viſhed
and tooke the infinite way of time,
that is to ſay, by ſucceſſion, and by this ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nere
it is done, for that it ſhould continue
the life in going, of the which life it ne might
not enbrace the plentie of dwelling. And for
thy, if we wollen put worthie names to
thyngs that followen Plato, let vs ſay then
ſoothly, that God is eterne, and that the
world is perpetuell. Then ſith euery judge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
knoweth and comprehendeth by his
own nature, thyngs that been ſubject vnto
him, there is to God alwayes an eterne and
a preſentarie eſtate. And the ſcience of him
that ouerpaſſeth all temporall moment,
dwelleth in ſimplicitie of his preſence, and
embraceth and conſidereth all the infinite
ſpaces of times preterities, and of times fu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tures.
And looketh in his ſimple knowing
all thyngs of preteritie, right as they weren
ydone preſently right now. If thou wolt
then thinken and aduiſe the preſcience, by
whych it knoweth all thyngs, thou ne ſhalt
not deemen it as preſcience of thyngs to
commen, but thou ſhalt deemen more right<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fully
that is ſcience of preſence or of in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtance,
that neuer ne fayleth, for whych it
nis not ycleped prouidence, but it ſhould ra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
been cleped purueyaunce, which is eſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bliſhed
full ferre fro right low thyngs, and
beholdeth from aferre all thyngs, right as
it were fro the hie height of thyngs. Why
askeſt thou then, or why diſputeſt thou then,
that thilke thyngs been done by neceſſitie,
whych that been yſeene and yknown by the
diuine ſight? ſith that forſooth men ne ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
nat thilke thyngs neceſſarie, whych
that they ſeene been ydone in her ſight, for
addeth thy beholding any neceſſitie to thilke
thyngs whych thou beholdeſt preſent? Bo.
Nay (qd. I.) Phi. Certes (qd. ſhe) then, if
men mighten maken any digne compariſon
or collacion of the preſence diuine, and of
the preſence of mankinde, right ſo as ye
ſeene ſome thyngs in this temporall pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſence,
right ſo ſeeth God all thyngs by his
eterne preſence. Wherefore this diuine pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſcience
ne chaungeth not the nature of the
propertie of thyngs, but beholdeth ſuch
thyngs preſent to him ward, as they ſhoulden
betiden to you ward in time to commen.
<pb n="407" facs="tcp:51487:223"/>
Ne it ne confoundeth not the judgement
of thyngs, but by one ſight of his thought,
he knoweth the thyngs to commen, as well
neceſſary as not neceſſary. Right ſo when
ye ſeene together a man walke on the
earth, and the ſunne ariſen in the heuen, all
be it ſo, that ye ſeene all together that one
and that other: yet neuertheleſſe wee deem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
and diſcernen, that that one is volunta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry,
and that other is neceſſary: Right ſo
then the deuine looking, beholding all things
vnder him, ne troubleth nat the qualitie of
thyngs that been certainly preſent to him
ward, but as to the condicion of time, for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſooth
they ben future, for which it followeth,
that this nis none opinion, but rather a
ſtedfaſt knowing yſtrengthned by ſoothneſſe,
that when that God knoweth any thyng to
he, he ne vnwote nat that thilk thyng want<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
neceſſitie to be, this is to ſayne, that
when that God knoweth any thing to betide,
hee wote well that it ne hath no neceſſity to
betide. And if thou ſeeſt here, that thilke
thyng that God ſeeth to betide, it ne may
nat vnbetide, as who ſayeth it more betide,
and thilke thyng that ne may nat vnbetide,
it more betiden by neceſſity, and that thou
ſtrein me to this name of the neceſſity: Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
I will well confeſſen and beknowen a
thing of full ſad trouth, but vnneth ſhall
there any wight now ſeene it, or come there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to,
but if that he be beholder of the di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vine
thought, for I will anſwere thee thus,
* That thilke thyng that is future, when it
is referred to the diuine knowing, then it is
neceſſary. But certes, when it is vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtanden
in his owne kind, men ſeene it vt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terly
free and abſolute fro all neceſſities.
For certes there ben two manners of neceſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties,
that one neceſſity is ſimple, that it be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>houeth
by neceſſity, that all men be mortall
or deadly: another neceſſity is condicionell,
as thus, if thou woſt that a man walketh, it
behoueth by neceſſity that he walke, thilke
thing then that any wight hath iknow to
be, it ne may nat be none otherwiſe than he
knoweth it to be. But this condicion ne
draweth not with her thilke neceſſity ſimple,
for certes, this neceſſity condicionell, the
proper nature of it ne maketh it nat, but the
adjection of the condicion maketh it. For
no neceſſity ne conſtrayneth a man to gone,
that goth by his proper will, all be it ſo, that
when he goth, that is neceſſary that he goeth.
Right on this ſame manner then, if that the
purueyaunce of God ſeeth any thyng pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent,
then mote thilk thing been by neceſſity,
although that it ne haue no neceſſity of his
owne nature. * But certes, the futures
that betiden by freedome of arbitry, God ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
hem all togider preſent. Theſe thyngs
then if they been referred to the diuine
ſight, then been they maked neceſſary by the
condicion of the diuine knowing. But cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
if thilke thyngs been conſidered by hem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelfe,
they been abſolute of neceſſity, and ne
for<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eten not, ne ceaſen not of the liberty of
her owne nature. Then certes, without
doubt, all the thyngs ſhulien been done,
which that God wo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e beforne, that they ben
to commen and betiden of free arbitry, or
of free will, that all be it ſo that they betiden,
yet algates ne leſe they not her proper na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture
in being, by the which, firſt or they we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ren
done, they hadden power not to haue be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tidde.
Boetius. What is this to ſayne
then (qd. I) that thyngs ne be not neceſſary
by her proper nature, ſo that they commen
in all her manners in the likeneſſe of neceſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
by condicion of the diuine ſcience? Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophy.
This is the difference (qd. ſhe) that
tho thyngs, which that I purpoſed thee a
little here beforn, that is to ſame, Sunne a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſing,
and the man walking, that there
whiles that thilke thyngs been done, they ne
might not been vndone: Natheleſſe, that
one of hem or it was done, it behoueth
by neceſſity that it was done, but not that
other. Right ſo it is here, that the thyngs
which that God hath preſent, withouten
doubt they ſhullen been, but ſome of hem
diſcendeth of the nature of thyngs, as the
Sunne ariſing, and ſome diſcendeth of the
power of the doers, as the man walking.
Boetius. Then ſaid I no wrong, that if
theſe thynges bee referred to the diuine
knowing, then been they neceſſary, and if
they been conſidered by hemſelf, then been
they abſolute fro the bonde of neceſſity.
Right ſo as all thyngs that appereth or
ſheweth to the wits, if thou referre hem to
reaſon, it is vniuerſall, and if thou looke it
or referre it to it ſelfe, then is it ſingular.
But now if thou ſaiſt thus, that if that it be
in my power to chaungen my purpoſe, then
ſhall I voiden the purueyaunce of God,
when peraduenture I ſhall haue chaunged
the thyngs which that he knoweth beforne.
Philoſophy. Then ſhall I anſweren thee
thus: Certes, thou maiſt well chaunge thy
purpoſe, but for as much as the preſent ſooth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of the diuine purueyaunce beholdeth
that thou maiſt chaunge thy purpoſe, and
whether thou chaunge it or no, and whider<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
that thou tourne it, thou ne maiſt not
eſchew the diuine preſcience, right ſo thou
ne maiſt not flid the ſight of the preſent eye,
although that thou tourne thy ſelfe by thy
free will into diuers actions. But thou
maiſt ſayne ayen to this, thus: How ſhall it
then be, ſhall not the diuine ſcience ben
chaunged by my diſpoſicion, when that I will
one thyng now, and now another thyng?
And thilke preſcience ne ſee meth it not to
enterchaunge ſtounds of knowing, as who
ſaith, ne ſhall it not ſeemen to vs, that the
diuine preſcience enterchaungeth his diuers
ſtounds of knowing, ſo that it know ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
one thyng, and ſometime it knoweth
the contrary of that thing? Philoſophy.
No forſooth (qd. ſhe) for the diuine ſight ren<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
beforne and ſeeth all the futures, and
<pb n="408" facs="tcp:51487:224"/>
clepeth hem ayen, and retourneth hem to the
proper preſcience of his proper knowing, ne
he enterchaungeth not, ſo as thou weneſt,
the ſtounds of his foreknowing, as now this,
now that: but he dwelling aye commeth be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forn,
and embraceth at o ſtroke all the muta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cions.
And this preſcience to comprehenden
and to ſeen all thyngs, God ne hath not ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
it of the betidings of thyngs to com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men,
but of his proper ſimplicity. And here<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>by
is aſſoiled thilke thyngs that thou put<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teſt
a little here beforne, that is to ſayne,
that it is vnworthy thyng to ſayne, that our
futures yeven cauſe of the preſcience of God.
For certes, ſtrength of the diuine ſcience,
which that embraceth all thyngs by his pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſentary
knowing, eſtabliſheth manner to all
thyngs, and it ne oweth not to latter thyngs.
And ſith that theſe thyngs ben thus, that is
to ſain, that neceſſity is not in thyngs by the
diuine preſcience, then is there freedome of
arbitry, that dwelleth hole and vnwemmed
to mortal men, ne the laws ne purpoſen not
wicked medes and pains to the willings of
men, that ben vnbounden and quite of all
neceſſity: * And God beholder and forewe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
of all thyngs dwelleth aboue, and the
preſent eternity of ſight renneth alway with
the diuers quality of our deeds, diſpenſing
or ordeining medes to good men, and tour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments
to wicked men. Ne in idle ne in vain
ne been there not put in God hope and
prayers, that ne mowen not been vnſpeed<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full,
ne without effect, when they ben right<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full.</p>
                  <p>* Withſtand then and eſchew thou vices,
worſhip and love thou vertues, areiſe thy
courage to rightfull hopes, yeeld thou hum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
prayers and high. Great neceſſity of
proweſſe and of vertue is encharged and
commaunded to you, if ye nill not diſſimu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>len,
ſith that ye worchen and done, that is to
ſaine, your deeds and your werks beforne
the eyen of the judge, that ſeeth and alſo
that demeth all thyngs. <hi>Deo gratias.</hi>
                  </p>
               </div>
            </div>
            <trailer>¶Thus endeth the Book of Boetius, of
the Conſolation of Philoſophy.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="Book of the Duchess" type="work">
            <head>The Book commonly entituled, Chaucer's Dream.</head>
            <head type="sub">By the Perſon of a mourning Knight ſitting under an Oak, is meant John of Gaunt, Duke of Lan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>caſter,
greatly lamenting the death of one whom he entirely loved, ſuppoſed to be Blanch the
Dutcheſs.</head>
            <l>I Haue great woonder by this light,</l>
            <l>How I liue, for day ne night</l>
            <l>I may not ſleepe welnigh nought,</l>
            <l>I haue ſo many an idle thought,</l>
            <l>Purely for default of ſleepe,</l>
            <l>That by my trouth I take no keepe</l>
            <l>Of nothing, how it commeth or gothe,</l>
            <l>To me nis nothing lefe nor lothe,</l>
            <l>All is yliche good to me,</l>
            <l>Ioy or ſorrow, where ſo it be:</l>
            <l>For I haue feeling in nothing,</l>
            <l>But as it were a maſed thing,</l>
            <l>All day in point to fall adoun,</l>
            <l>For ſorrowfull imaginacioun</l>
            <l>Is alway wholly in my mind.</l>
            <l>And well ye wote, againſt kind</l>
            <l>It were to liuen in this wiſe,</l>
            <l>For nature would not ſuffiſe,</l>
            <l>To none earthly creature,</l>
            <l>Not long time to endure</l>
            <l>Without ſleepe, and be in ſorrow:</l>
            <l>And I ne may ne night ne morrow</l>
            <l>Sleepe, and this melancolie</l>
            <l>And drede I haue for to die,</l>
            <l>Defaut of ſleepe and heauineſſe</l>
            <l>Hath ſlaine my ſpirit of quickeneſſe,</l>
            <l>That I haue loſt all luſtyhead,</l>
            <l>Such fantaſies ben in mine head,</l>
            <l>So I not what is beſt to do:</l>
            <l>But men might aſke me why ſo</l>
            <l>I may not ſleepe, and what me is.</l>
            <l>But natheleſſe, who aſke this,</l>
            <l>Leſeth his aſking truly,</l>
            <l>My ſeluen cannot tell why</l>
            <l>The ſooth, but truly as I geſſe,</l>
            <l>I hold it be a ſickeneſſe</l>
            <l>That I haue ſuffred this eight yere,</l>
            <l>And yet my boot is neuer the nere:</l>
            <l>For there is phiſicien but one,</l>
            <l>That may me heale, but that is done:</l>
            <l>Paſſe we ouer vntill eft,</l>
            <l>That will not be, mote needs be left,</l>
            <l>Our firſt matter is good to keepe.</l>
            <l>So when I ſaw I might not ſleepe,</l>
            <l>Now of late this other night</l>
            <l>Vpon my bed I ſate vpright,</l>
            <l>And bade one reach me a booke,</l>
            <l>A Romaunce, and he it me tooke</l>
            <l>To rede, and drive the night away:</l>
            <l>For me thought it better play,</l>
            <l>Than either at Cheſſe or Tables.</l>
            <l>And in this booke were written fables,</l>
            <l>That Clerkes had in old time,</l>
            <l>And other Poets put in rime,</l>
            <l>To rede, and for to be in mind,</l>
            <l>While men i<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                  <desc>•</desc>
               </gap>ued the law of kind.</l>
            <l>This booke ne ſpake but of ſuch things,</l>
            <l>Of queenes liues, and of kings,</l>
            <l>And many other things ſmale.</l>
            <l>Among all this I found a tale,</l>
            <l>That me thought a wonder thing.</l>
            <l>This was the tale: There was a king</l>
            <l>That hight Seys, and had a wife,</l>
            <l>The beſt that might beare life,</l>
            <l>And this queene hight Alcione.</l>
            <l>So it befell, thereafter ſoone</l>
            <l>This king woll wenden ouer ſee:</l>
            <l>To tellen ſhortly, when that he</l>
            <l>
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Was in the ſee, thus in this wiſe,</l>
            <l>Such a tempeſt gan to riſe,</l>
            <l>That brake her maſt, and made it fall,</l>
            <l>And cleft her ſhip, and dreint hem all,</l>
            <l>That neuer was found, as it tels,</l>
            <l>Bord, ne man, ne nothing els.</l>
            <l>Right thus this king Seys loſt his life.</l>
            <l>Now for to ſpeake of Alcione his wife,</l>
            <l>This lady that was left at home,</l>
            <l>Hath wonder that the king ne come</l>
            <l>Home, for it was a long terme:</l>
            <l>Anon her hart began to yerne,</l>
            <l>And for that her thought euermo</l>
            <l>It was not wele, her thought ſo,</l>
            <l>She longed ſo after the king,</l>
            <l>That certes it were a pitous thing</l>
            <l>To tell her heartely ſorrowfull life,</l>
            <l>That ſhe had, this noble wife,</l>
            <l>For him alas ſhe loued alderbeſt,</l>
            <l>Anon ſhe ſent both eaſt and weſt</l>
            <l>To ſeeke him, but they found him nought.</l>
            <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) that I was wrought,</l>
            <l>Whether my lord my love be dead,</l>
            <l>Certes I nill neuer eat bread,</l>
            <l>I make a vow to my god here,</l>
            <l>But I mowe of my lord here.</l>
            <l>Such ſorrow this lady to her tooke,</l>
            <l>That truly I that made this booke,</l>
            <l>Had ſuch pitie and ſuch routh</l>
            <l>To rede her ſorrow, that by my trouth</l>
            <l>I farde the worſe all the morrow</l>
            <l>After, to thinken on her ſorrow.</l>
            <l>So when this lady coud here no word,</l>
            <l>That no man might find her lord,</l>
            <l>Full oft ſhe ſwowned, and ſaid alas,</l>
            <l>For ſorrow full nigh wood ſhe was,</l>
            <l>Ne ſhe coud no rede but one,</l>
            <l>But downe on knees ſhe ſate anone,</l>
            <l>And wept, that pitie were to here.</l>
            <l>A mercy ſweet lady dere</l>
            <l>(Qd. ſhe) to Iuno her goddeſſe,</l>
            <l>Helpe me out of this diſtreſſe,</l>
            <l>And yeve me grace my lord to ſee</l>
            <l>Soone, or wete where ſo he bee.</l>
            <l>Or how he fareth, or in what wiſe,</l>
            <l>And I ſhall make you ſacrifice,</l>
            <l>And holly yours become I ſhall,</l>
            <l>With good will, body, hart, and all,</l>
            <l>And but thou wolt this, lady ſwete,</l>
            <l>Send me grace to ſlepe and mete</l>
            <l>In my ſleepe ſome certaine ſweuen,</l>
            <l>Where through that I may know euen</l>
            <l>Whether my lord be quicke or dead.</l>
            <l>With that word ſhe hing downe the head,</l>
            <l>And fell in a ſwowne, as cold as ſtone,</l>
            <l>Her women caught her up anone,</l>
            <l>And brought her in bed all naked,</l>
            <l>And ſhe forweped and forwaked,</l>
            <l>Was weary, and thus the dead ſleepe</l>
            <l>Fell on her, or ſhe tooke keepe,</l>
            <l>Through Iuno, that had heard her boone,</l>
            <l>That made her to ſleepe ſoone,</l>
            <l>For as ſhe praide, right ſo was done</l>
            <l>Indeed, for Iuno right anone</l>
            <l>Called thus her meſſengere</l>
            <l>To do her erraund, and he come nere,</l>
            <l>When he was come, ſhe had him thus.</l>
            <l>Go bet (qd. Iuno) to Morpheus,</l>
            <l>Thou knoweſt him well, the God of ſleepe,</l>
            <l>Now vnderſtand well, and take keepe,</l>
            <l>Say thus on my halfe, that hee</l>
            <l>Go faſt into the great ſee,</l>
            <l>And bid him that on all thing</l>
            <l>He take up Seis body the king,</l>
            <l>That lieth full pale, and nothing rody,</l>
            <l>Bid him creepe into the body,</l>
            <l>And do it gone to Alcione</l>
            <l>The queene, there ſhe lieth alone,</l>
            <l>And ſhew her ſhortly, it is no nay,</l>
            <l>How it was dreint this other day,</l>
            <l>And do the body ſpeake right ſo,</l>
            <l>Right as it was wonted to do,</l>
            <l>The whiles that it was aliue,</l>
            <l>Go now faſt, and hye thee bliue.</l>
            <l>This meſſenger tooke leue and went</l>
            <l>Vpon his way, and neuer he ſtent</l>
            <l>Till he came to the darke valley,</l>
            <l>That ſtant betweene rockes twey,</l>
            <l>There neuer yet grew corne ne gras,</l>
            <l>Ne tree, ne naught that aught was,</l>
            <l>Beaſt ne man, ne naught els,</l>
            <l>Saue that there were a few wels</l>
            <l>Came renning fro the cliffes adowne,</l>
            <l>That made a deadly ſleeping ſowne,</l>
            <l>And rennen downe right by a caue,</l>
            <l>That was under a rocke ygraue,</l>
            <l>Amid the valley wonder deepe,</l>
            <l>There theſe goddes lay aſleepe,</l>
            <l>Morpheus aud Eclympaſteire,</l>
            <l>That was the god of ſleepes heire,</l>
            <l>That ſlept, and did none other werke.</l>
            <l>This caue was alſo as derke</l>
            <l>As hell pitte, ouer all about,</l>
            <l>They had good leyſer for to rout,</l>
            <l>To vye who might ſleepe beſt,</l>
            <l>Some hing her chin vpon her breſt,</l>
            <l>And ſlept vpright her head yhed,</l>
            <l>And ſome lay naked in her bed,</l>
            <l>And ſlept whiles their daies laſt.</l>
            <l>This meſſenger come renning faſt,</l>
            <l>And cried ho, ho, awake anone,</l>
            <l>It was for naught, there heard him none,</l>
            <l>Awake (qd. he) who lieth there,</l>
            <l>And blew his horne right in her ear,</l>
            <l>And cried awaketh wonder hye.</l>
            <l>This god of ſleepe, with his one eye</l>
            <l>Caſt vp, and asked who clepeth there,</l>
            <l>It am I (qd. this meſſengere)</l>
            <l>Iuno bade thou ſhouldeſt gone,</l>
            <l>And told him what he ſhould done,</l>
            <l>As I have told you here before,</l>
            <l>It is no need rehearſe it more,</l>
            <l>And went his way when he had ſaide:</l>
            <l>Anone this god of ſlepe abraide</l>
            <l>Out of his ſleepe, and gan to go,</l>
            <l>And did as he had bidde him do,</l>
            <l>Tooke vp the dead body ſoone,</l>
            <l>And bare it forth to Alcione</l>
            <l>His wife the queene, there as ſhe lay,</l>
            <l>Right even a quarter before day,</l>
            <l>And ſtood right at her beds fete,</l>
            <l>And called her right as ſhe hete</l>
            <l>
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By name and ſaid: My ſweet wife</l>
            <l>Awake, let be your ſorrowfull life,</l>
            <l>For in your ſorrow there lyeth no rede,</l>
            <l>For certes ſweet love I am but dede,</l>
            <l>Ye ſhall me never on live yſee.</l>
            <l>But good ſweet hart looke that yee</l>
            <l>Bury my body, for ſuch a tide</l>
            <l>Ye mowe it find the ſee beſide,</l>
            <l>And farewell ſweet, my worlds bliſſe,</l>
            <l>I pray God your ſorrow liſſe,</l>
            <l>Too little while our bliſſe laſteth.</l>
            <l>With that her eyen vp ſhe caſteth,</l>
            <l>And ſaw naught: alas (qd. ſhe) for ſorrow,</l>
            <l>And vſed within the third morrow.</l>
            <l>But what ſhe ſaid more in that ſwowe,</l>
            <l>I may nat tell it you as now,</l>
            <l>It were too long for to dwell,</l>
            <l>My firſt matere I will you tell,</l>
            <l>Wherefore I haue told this thing,</l>
            <l>Of Alcione, and Seis the king.</l>
            <l>For thus much dare I ſay wele,</l>
            <l>I had be bolden every dele,</l>
            <l>And dead, right through defaut of ſleepe,</l>
            <l>If I ne had red, and take kepe</l>
            <l>Of this tale next before,</l>
            <l>And I will tell you wherfore,</l>
            <l>For I ne might for bote ne bale</l>
            <l>Sleepe, or I had redde this tale</l>
            <l>Of this dreint Seis the king,</l>
            <l>And of the gods of ſleeping.</l>
            <l>When I had red this tale wele,</l>
            <l>And overlooked it everydele,</l>
            <l>Me thought wonder if it were ſo,</l>
            <l>For I had never heard ſpeake or tho</l>
            <l>Of no gods, that coud make</l>
            <l>Men to ſleepe, ne for to wake,</l>
            <l>For I ne knew never God but one,</l>
            <l>And in my game I ſaid anone,</l>
            <l>And yet me lift right euill to pley,</l>
            <l>Rather than that I ſhould dey</l>
            <l>Through defaut of ſleeping thus,</l>
            <l>I would giue thilke Morpheus,</l>
            <l>Or that goddeſſe dame Iuno,</l>
            <l>Or ſome wight els, I ne rought who,</l>
            <l>To make me ſlepe, and haue ſome reſt,</l>
            <l>I will giue him the alther beſt</l>
            <l>Yeſt, that ever he abode his liue,</l>
            <l>And here onward, right now as blive,</l>
            <l>If he woll make me ſleepe alite,</l>
            <l>Of downe of pure Doues white,</l>
            <l>I woll yeve him a featherbed,</l>
            <l>Raied with gold, and right well cled,</l>
            <l>In fine blacke Sattin doutremere,</l>
            <l>And many a pillow, and euery bere,</l>
            <l>Of cloth of raines to ſlepe on ſoft,</l>
            <l>Him there not need to turne oft,</l>
            <l>And I woll yeve him all that fals</l>
            <l>To his chamber and to his hals,</l>
            <l>I woll do paint with pure gold,</l>
            <l>And tapite hem full manyfold,</l>
            <l>Of one ſute this ſhall he haue,</l>
            <l>If I wi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                  <desc>•</desc>
               </gap>t where were his caue,</l>
            <l>If he can make me ſleepe ſoone,</l>
            <l>As did the goddeſſe, queene Alcione,</l>
            <l>And thus this like god Morpheus</l>
            <l>May wil of me mo fees thus</l>
            <l>Than ever he wan: and to Iuno,</l>
            <l>That is his goddeſſe, I ſhall ſo do,</l>
            <l>I trowe that ſhe ſhall hold her paid.</l>
            <l>I had vnneth that word yſaid,</l>
            <l>Right thus as I haue told you,</l>
            <l>That ſuddainly I niſt how,</l>
            <l>Such a luſt anone me tooke</l>
            <l>To ſleepe, that right vpon my booke</l>
            <l>I fell a ſleepe, and therewith even</l>
            <l>Me mette ſo inly ſuch a ſweven,</l>
            <l>So wonderfull, that never yet</l>
            <l>I trowe no man had the wit</l>
            <l>To conne well my ſweden rede.</l>
            <l>No, not Ioſeph without drede,</l>
            <l>Of Egypt, he that rad ſo,</l>
            <l>The kinges meting Pharao,</l>
            <l>No more than coud the leaſt of vs.</l>
            <l>Ne nat ſcarcely Macrobeus,</l>
            <l>He that wrote all the aviſion</l>
            <l>That he met of king Scipion,</l>
            <l>The noble man the Affrican,</l>
            <l>Such meruailes fortuned than,</l>
            <l>I trowe arede my dreames euen,</l>
            <l>Lo thus it was, this was my ſweven.</l>
            <l>Me thought thus, that it was May,</l>
            <l>And in the dawning there I lay,</l>
            <l>Me met thus in my bed all naked,</l>
            <l>And looked forth for I was waked,</l>
            <l>With ſmale foules a great hepe,</l>
            <l>That had afraied me out of my ſlepe,</l>
            <l>Through noiſe and ſweetneſſe of her ſong,</l>
            <l>And as me met, they ſate among</l>
            <l>Vpon my chamber roofe without</l>
            <l>Vpon the tyles over all about,</l>
            <l>And eueriche ſong in his wiſe</l>
            <l>The moſt ſolemne ſeruiſe</l>
            <l>By note, that ever man I trow</l>
            <l>Had heard, for ſome of hem ſong low,</l>
            <l>Some high, and all of one accord,</l>
            <l>To tell ſhortly at o word,</l>
            <l>Was never heard ſo ſweet ſteven,</l>
            <l>But it had be a thing of heven,</l>
            <l>So merry a ſowne, ſo ſweet entunes,</l>
            <l>That certes for the towne of Tewnes</l>
            <l>I noide, but I had heard hem ſing,</l>
            <l>For all my chamber gan to ring,</l>
            <l>Through ſinging of her ermony,</l>
            <l>For inſtrument nor melody</l>
            <l>Was no where heard, yet halfe ſo ſwete,</l>
            <l>Nor of accord halfe ſo mete,</l>
            <l>For there was none of hem that fained</l>
            <l>To ſing, for ech of hem him pained</l>
            <l>To find out many crafty notes,</l>
            <l>They ne ſpared nat her throtes,</l>
            <l>And ſooth to ſaine, my chamber was</l>
            <l>Full well depainted, and with glas</l>
            <l>Were all the windowes well yglaſed</l>
            <l>Full clere, and nat an hole ycraſed,</l>
            <l>That to behold it was great joy,</l>
            <l>For holly all the ſtory of Troy</l>
            <l>Was in the glaiſing ywrought thus,</l>
            <l>Of Hector, and of King Priamus,</l>
            <l>Of Achilles, and of king Laomedon,</l>
            <l>And eke of Medea and of Iaſon,</l>
            <l>Of Paris, Heleine, and of Lavine,</l>
            <l>And all the wals with colours fine</l>
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Were paint, both text and gloſe,</l>
            <l>And all the Romaunt of the Roſe,</l>
            <l>My windowes weren ſhit echone,</l>
            <l>And through the glaſſe the ſunne ſhone</l>
            <l>Vpon my bed with bright bemes,</l>
            <l>With many glad glidy ſtremes,</l>
            <l>And eke the welkin was ſo faire,</l>
            <l>Blew, bright, clere was the aire,</l>
            <l>And full attempre, for ſooth it was,</l>
            <l>For neyther too cold ne hote it nas,</l>
            <l>Ne in all the welkin was no cloud.</l>
            <l>And as I lay thus wonder loud</l>
            <l>Me thought I heard a hunt blow</l>
            <l>Taſſay his great horne, and for to know</l>
            <l>Whether it was clere, or horſe of ſowne.</l>
            <l>And I heard going both vp and downe</l>
            <l>Men, horſe, hounds, and other thing,</l>
            <l>And all men ſpeake of hunting,</l>
            <l>How they would ſlee the hart with ſtrength,</l>
            <l>And how the hart had vpon length</l>
            <l>So much enboſed, I not now what.</l>
            <l>Anon right when I heard that,</l>
            <l>How that they would on hunting gone,</l>
            <l>I was right glad, and vp anone</l>
            <l>Tooke my horſe, and forth I went</l>
            <l>Out of my chamber, I neuer ſtent</l>
            <l>Till I come to the field without,</l>
            <l>There ouertooke I a great rout</l>
            <l>Of hunters and eke forreſters,</l>
            <l>And many relaies and limers,</l>
            <l>And highed hem to the forreſt faſt,</l>
            <l>And I with hem, ſo at the laſt</l>
            <l>I asked one lad, a lymere</l>
            <l>Say fellow, who ſhall hunt here</l>
            <l>(Qd. I) and he anſwered ayen,</l>
            <l>Sir, the Emperour Occtonyen</l>
            <l>(Qd. he) and is here faſt by.</l>
            <l>A gods halfe, in good time (qd. I)</l>
            <l>Go we faſt, and gan to ride,</l>
            <l>When we come to the foreſt ſide,</l>
            <l>Euery man did right ſoone,</l>
            <l>As to hunting fell to done.</l>
            <l>The maiſter hunt, anone fote hote</l>
            <l>With his horne blew three mote</l>
            <l>At the vncoupling of his houndis,</l>
            <l>Within a while the hart found is</l>
            <l>I hallowed, and rechaſed faſt</l>
            <l>Long time, and ſo at the laſt</l>
            <l>This hart rouzed and ſtale away</l>
            <l>Fro all the hounds a preuie way.</l>
            <l>The hounds had ouerſhot him all,</l>
            <l>And were vpon a default yfall,</l>
            <l>Therewith the hunt wonder faſt</l>
            <l>Blew a forloyn at the laſt,</l>
            <l>I was go walked fro my tree,</l>
            <l>And as I went, there came by me</l>
            <l>A whelpe, that fawned me as I ſtood,</l>
            <l>That had yfollowed, and coud no good,</l>
            <l>It came and crept to me as low,</l>
            <l>Right as it had me yknow,</l>
            <l>Held downe his head, and joyned his eares,</l>
            <l>And laid all ſmooth downe his heares.</l>
            <l>I would haue caught it anone,</l>
            <l>It fled, and was fro me gone,</l>
            <l>As I him followed, and it forth went</l>
            <l>Downe by a floury greene it went</l>
            <l>Full thicke of graſſe, full ſoft and ſweet,</l>
            <l>With floures fele faire vnder feet,</l>
            <l>And little vſed, it ſeemed thus,</l>
            <l>For both Flora, and Zepherus,</l>
            <l>They two, that make floures grow,</l>
            <l>Had made her dwelling there I trow,</l>
            <l>For it was on to behold,</l>
            <l>As though the earth enuy wold</l>
            <l>To be gayer than the heuen,</l>
            <l>To have mo floures ſuch ſeuen,</l>
            <l>As in the welkin ſterres be,</l>
            <l>It had forget the pouerte</l>
            <l>That winter, through his cold morrowes</l>
            <l>Had made it ſuffer, and his ſorrowes</l>
            <l>All was foryeten, and that was ſeene,</l>
            <l>For all the wood was woxen greene,</l>
            <l>Sweetneſſe of dewe had made it waxe.</l>
            <l>It is no need eke for to axe</l>
            <l>Where there were many greene greues</l>
            <l>Or thicke of trees, ſo full of leues,</l>
            <l>And euery tree ſtood by himſelue</l>
            <l>Fro other, well tenne foot or twelue,</l>
            <l>So great trees, ſo huge of ſtrength,</l>
            <l>Of fortie or fiftie fadome length,</l>
            <l>Cleane without bowe or ſticke,</l>
            <l>With crops brode, and eke as thicke,</l>
            <l>They were not an inch aſunder,</l>
            <l>That it was ſhadde over all vnder,</l>
            <l>And many an hart and many an hind</l>
            <l>Was both before me and behind,</l>
            <l>Of fawnes, ſowers, buckes, does,</l>
            <l>Was full the wood, and many roes,</l>
            <l>And many ſquirrels, that ſete</l>
            <l>Full high vpon the trees and ete,</l>
            <l>And in her manner made feaſts:</l>
            <l>Shortly, it was ſo full of beaſts,</l>
            <l>That though Argus the noble countour</l>
            <l>Sate to recken in his countour,</l>
            <l>And recken with his figures ten,</l>
            <l>For by tho figures newe all ken,</l>
            <l>If they be craftie, recken and number,</l>
            <l>And tell of euery thing the number,</l>
            <l>Yet ſhould he faile to recken even</l>
            <l>The wonders me met in my ſweven:</l>
            <l>But forth I romed right wonder faſt</l>
            <l>Downe the wood, ſo at the laſt</l>
            <l>I was ware of a man in blacke,</l>
            <l>That ſate, and had yturned his backe</l>
            <l>To an Oke, an huge tree:</l>
            <l>Lord thought I, who may that bee,</l>
            <l>What eyleth him to ſitten here,</l>
            <l>Anon right I went nere,</l>
            <l>Then found I ſitte, even vpright,</l>
            <l>A wonder welfaring knight,</l>
            <l>By the manner me thought ſo,</l>
            <l>Of good mokell, and right yong thereto,</l>
            <l>Of the age of foure and twentie yere,</l>
            <l>Vpon his beard but little heere,</l>
            <l>And he was clothed all in blacke.</l>
            <l>I ſtalked even vnto his backe,</l>
            <l>And there I ſtood as ſtill as ought,</l>
            <l>The ſooth to ſay, he ſaw me nought,</l>
            <l>For why he hing his head adowne,</l>
            <l>And with a deadly ſorrowfull ſowne,</l>
            <l>He made of time ten verſes or twelue,</l>
            <l>Of a complaint to himſelue,</l>
            <l>
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The moſt pitie, the moſt routh</l>
            <l>That ever I heard, for by my trouth</l>
            <l>It was great wonder that nature</l>
            <l>Might <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                  <desc>•</desc>
               </gap>uffer any creature</l>
            <l>To have ſuch ſorrow, and he not ded:</l>
            <l>Full pitous pale, and nothing red,</l>
            <l>He ſaid a lay, a manner ſong,</l>
            <l>Without note, without ſong,</l>
            <l>And was this, for full well I can</l>
            <l>Rehearſe it, right thus it began.</l>
            <l>I have of ſorrow ſo great wone,</l>
            <l>That joy get I neuer none,</l>
            <l>Now that I ſee my lady bright,</l>
            <l>Which I haue loved with all my might,</l>
            <l>Is fro me dead, and is agone,</l>
            <l>And thus in ſorrow left me alone,</l>
            <l>Alas death, what eyleth thee,</l>
            <l>That thou noldeſt have taken me,</l>
            <l>When that thou tooke my lady ſwete,</l>
            <l>Of all goodneſſe ſhe had none mete,</l>
            <l>That was ſo faire, ſo freſh, ſo free,</l>
            <l>So good, that men may well ſee.</l>
            <l>When he had made thus his complaint,</l>
            <l>His ſorrowfull hart gan faſt faint,</l>
            <l>And his ſpirits wexen dead,</l>
            <l>The blood was fled for pure dread</l>
            <l>Down to his hert, to maken him warme,</l>
            <l>For well it feeled the heart had harme,</l>
            <l>To wete eke why it was adrad</l>
            <l>By kind and for to make it glad,</l>
            <l>For it is member principall</l>
            <l>Of the body, and that made all</l>
            <l>His hew chaunge, and wexe greene</l>
            <l>And pale, for there no blood is ſeene</l>
            <l>In no manner limme of his.</l>
            <l>Anon therewith, when I ſaw this,</l>
            <l>He farde thus euill there he ſete,</l>
            <l>I went and ſtood right at his fete,</l>
            <l>And grette him but he ſpake nought,</l>
            <l>But argued with his owne thought,</l>
            <l>And in his wit diſputed faſt,</l>
            <l>Why, and how his life might laſt,</l>
            <l>Him thought his ſorrowes were ſo ſmert,</l>
            <l>And lay ſo cold vpon his heart.</l>
            <l>So through his ſorrow and holy thought,</l>
            <l>Made him that he heard me nought,</l>
            <l>For he had welnigh loſt his mind,</l>
            <l>Though Pan, that men clepeth god of kind,</l>
            <l>Were for his ſorrowes never ſo wroth.</l>
            <l>But at the laſt, to ſaine right ſooth,</l>
            <l>He was ware of me, how I ſtood</l>
            <l>Before him and did off my hood,</l>
            <l>And had ygret him, as I beſt coud</l>
            <l>Debonairly, and nothing loud,</l>
            <l>He ſaid, I pray thee be not wroth,</l>
            <l>I heard thee not, to ſaine the ſooth,</l>
            <l>Ne I ſaw the not, ſir truly.</l>
            <l>Ah good ſir, no force (qd. I)</l>
            <l>I am right ſorry, if I haue ought</l>
            <l>Diſtroubled you out of your thought,</l>
            <l>Foryeve me, if I haue miſſe take.</l>
            <l>Yes, thamends is light to make</l>
            <l>(Qd. he) for there lithe none thereto,</l>
            <l>There is nothing miſſaide, nor do.</l>
            <l>Lo how goodly ſpake this knight,</l>
            <l>As it had be another wight,</l>
            <l>And made it neyther tough ne queint,</l>
            <l>And I ſaw that, and gan me acqueint</l>
            <l>With him, and found him ſo tretable,</l>
            <l>Right wonder skilfull and reaſonable,</l>
            <l>As me thought, for all his bale,</l>
            <l>Anon right I gan find a tale</l>
            <l>To him, to looke where I might ought</l>
            <l>Haue more knowledging of his thought.</l>
            <l>Sir (qd. I) this game is done,</l>
            <l>I holde that this hart be gone,</l>
            <l>Theſe hunts can him no where ſee.</l>
            <l>I do no force thereof (qd. he)</l>
            <l>My thought is thereon neuer adele,</l>
            <l>By our Lord (qd. I) I trow you wele,</l>
            <l>Right ſo me thinketh by your chere,</l>
            <l>But ſir, o thing woll ye here,</l>
            <l>Me thinketh in great ſorrow I you ſee,</l>
            <l>But certes ſir, if that ye</l>
            <l>Would aught diſcure me your wo,</l>
            <l>I would, as wiſe God helpe me ſo,</l>
            <l>Amend it, if I can or may,</l>
            <l>Ye mowe prove it by aſſay,</l>
            <l>For by my trouth, to make you hole,</l>
            <l>I woll do all my power whole,</l>
            <l>And telleth me of your ſorrowes ſmart,</l>
            <l>Paraunter it may eaſe your hart,</l>
            <l>That ſemeth full ſicke vnder your ſide.</l>
            <l>With that he looked on me aſide,</l>
            <l>As who ſaith nay, that nill not be.</l>
            <l>Graunt mercy good friend (qd. he)</l>
            <l>I thanke thee, that thou wouldeſt ſo,</l>
            <l>But it may neuer the rather be do,</l>
            <l>No man may my ſorrow glade,</l>
            <l>That maketh my hew to fall and fade,</l>
            <l>And hath mine vnderſtanding lorne,</l>
            <l>That me is wo that I was borne,</l>
            <l>May nought make my ſorrowes ſlide,</l>
            <l>Not all the remedies of Ovide,</l>
            <l>Ne Orpheus god of melodie,</l>
            <l>Ne Dedalus, with his playes ſlie,</l>
            <l>Ne heale me may no Phiſicien,</l>
            <l>Nought Ipocras, ne Galien,</l>
            <l>Me is wo that I liue houres twelue,</l>
            <l>But who ſo woll aſſay hemſelue,</l>
            <l>Whether his hert can haue pite</l>
            <l>Of any ſorrow let him ſee me,</l>
            <l>I wretch that death hath made all naked</l>
            <l>Of all the bliſſe that ever was maked,</l>
            <l>Iwroth, werſte of all wights,</l>
            <l>That hate my dayes, and my nights,</l>
            <l>My life<g ref="char:punc">▪</g> my luſtes, be me loth.</l>
            <l>For all fare and I be wroth,</l>
            <l>The pure death is ſo full my fo,</l>
            <l>That I would die, it will not ſo,</l>
            <l>For when I follow it, it will flie,</l>
            <l>I would have him, it nill not me,</l>
            <l>This is pain without reed,</l>
            <l>Alway dying, and be not deed,</l>
            <l>That Teſiphus that lieth in hell,</l>
            <l>May not of more ſorrow tell,</l>
            <l>And who ſo wiſt all, by my trouth,</l>
            <l>My ſorrow, but he had routh</l>
            <l>And pitie of my ſorrows ſmart,</l>
            <l>That man hath a fiendly heart:</l>
            <l>For whoſo ſeeth me firſt on morrow,</l>
            <l>May ſaine he hath met with ſorrow,</l>
            <l>
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For I am ſorrow, and ſorrow is I,</l>
            <l>Alas, and I will tell thee why,</l>
            <l>My ſorrow is tourned to plaining,</l>
            <l>And all my laughter to weeping,</l>
            <l>My glad thoughts to heauineſſe,</l>
            <l>In trauaile is mine idleneſſe,</l>
            <l>And eke my reſt, my wele is wo,</l>
            <l>My good is harme, and euermo</l>
            <l>In wrath is tourned my playing,</l>
            <l>And my delite into ſorrowing,</l>
            <l>Mine heale is tourned into ſickneſſe,</l>
            <l>In drede is all my ſikerneſſe,</l>
            <l>To derke is turned all my light,</l>
            <l>My witte is foly, my day is night.</l>
            <l>My loue is hate, my ſlepe wakyng,</l>
            <l>My mirth and meales is faſtyng,</l>
            <l>My countenaunce is nicete,</l>
            <l>And all abawed, where ſo I be,</l>
            <l>My peace pleding, and in werre</l>
            <l>Alas, how might I fare werre.</l>
            <l>My boldneſſe is turned to ſhame,</l>
            <l>For falſe fortune hath played a game</l>
            <l>At the cheffe with me, alas the while,</l>
            <l>The traytereſſe falſe and full of gyle,</l>
            <l>That al behoteth, and nothing halte,</l>
            <l>She gothe vpright, and yet ſhe halte,</l>
            <l>That baggeth foule, and loketh fayre,</l>
            <l>The diſpitous debonaire,</l>
            <l>That ſcorneth many a creature,</l>
            <l>An ydole of falſe purtraiture</l>
            <l>Is ſhe, for ſhe woll ſone wryen</l>
            <l>She is the monſtres heed ywryen,</l>
            <l>As filth, ouer yſtrowed with floures,</l>
            <l>Her moſt worſhip and her floures</l>
            <l>To lyen for that is her nature,</l>
            <l>Without faith, lawe, or meſure</l>
            <l>She falſe is, and euer laughing</l>
            <l>With one eye, and that other weping,</l>
            <l>That is brought vp, ſhe ſet al downe:</l>
            <l>I liken her to the Scorpiowne,</l>
            <l>That is a falſe flattering beeſt,</l>
            <l>For with his head he maketh feeſt,</l>
            <l>But all amid his flattering,</l>
            <l>With his taile he will ſting</l>
            <l>And enuenim, and ſo will ſhe:</l>
            <l>She is the enuious charite,</l>
            <l>That is aye falſe, and ſemeth wele,</l>
            <l>So turneth ſhe her falſe whele</l>
            <l>About, for it is nothing ſtable,</l>
            <l>Now by the fire, now at table,</l>
            <l>Full many one hath ſhe thus yblent,</l>
            <l>She is play of enchauntement,</l>
            <l>That ſeemeth one, and is not ſo</l>
            <l>The falſe theſe, what hath ſhe do,</l>
            <l>Troweſt thou, by our Lord I will thee ſay,</l>
            <l>At the Cheſſe with me ſhe gan to play,</l>
            <l>With her falſe draughtes full diuers</l>
            <l>She ſtale on me, and toke my fers,</l>
            <l>And when I ſawe my fers away,</l>
            <l>Alas I couth no lenger play,</l>
            <l>But ſaid, farewell ſweet ywis,</l>
            <l>And farewell all that euer there is:</l>
            <l>Therewith fortune ſaid, checke here,</l>
            <l>And mate in the mid point of the checkere,</l>
            <l>With a paune errant, alas,</l>
            <l>Full craftier to play ſhe was</l>
            <l>Than Athalus, that made the game</l>
            <l>Firſt of the Cheſſe, ſo was his name:</l>
            <l>But God wolde I had ones or twiſe,</l>
            <l>Iconde, and know the jeoperdiſe,</l>
            <l>That coude the Greke Pythagores,</l>
            <l>I ſhulde haue plaide the bet at ches,</l>
            <l>And kept my feers the bet thereby,</l>
            <l>And though whereto, for trewly</l>
            <l>I holde that wiſhe not worthe a fire,</l>
            <l>It had be neuer the bet for me,</l>
            <l>For fortune can ſo many a wyle,</l>
            <l>There be but fewe can her begile,</l>
            <l>And eke ſhe is the laſſe to blame,</l>
            <l>My ſelfe I wolde haue do the ſame,</l>
            <l>Before God, had I been as ſhe,</l>
            <l>She ought the more excuſed be,</l>
            <l>For this I ſay yet more thereto,</l>
            <l>Had I be God, and might haue do</l>
            <l>My will, when ſhe my feers caught,</l>
            <l>I wolde haue drawe the ſame draught:</l>
            <l>For alſo wiſe, God giue me reſte,</l>
            <l>I dare well ſwere, ſhe toke the beſt,</l>
            <l>But through that draught I haue ſorne</l>
            <l>My bliſſe, alas that I was borne,</l>
            <l>For euermore I trowe trewly,</l>
            <l>For all my will, my luſt wholly</l>
            <l>Is turned, but ye, what to done</l>
            <l>By our Lorde it is to die ſone:</l>
            <l>For nothing I leaue it nought,</l>
            <l>But liue and die, right in this thought.</l>
            <l>For there nys planet in <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                  <desc>•</desc>
               </gap>irmament,</l>
            <l>Ne in ayre ne in erth none element,</l>
            <l>That they ne yeue me a yeft echone,</l>
            <l>Of weping when I am alone:</l>
            <l>For when that I aduiſe me wele,</l>
            <l>And bethinke me euerydele,</l>
            <l>How that there lieth in rekening,</l>
            <l>In my ſorrow for nothing,</l>
            <l>And how there liueth no gladneſſe</l>
            <l>May glad me of my diſtreſſe,</l>
            <l>And how I haue loſt ſuffiſaunce</l>
            <l>And thereto I haue no pleaſaunce:</l>
            <l>Then may I ſay, I haue right nought,</l>
            <l>And when al this falleth in my thought,</l>
            <l>Alas, than am I ouercome,</l>
            <l>For that is done, is not come</l>
            <l>I haue more ſorrow than Tantale.</l>
            <l>And I herde him tell this tale</l>
            <l>Thus pitouſly, as I you tell</l>
            <l>Vnneth might I lenger dwell:</l>
            <l>It did mine herte ſo much wo.</l>
            <l>A good ſir (qd. I) ſay nat ſo,</l>
            <l>Haue ſome pite on your nature,</l>
            <l>That fourmed you to creature,</l>
            <l>Remembreth you of Socrates,</l>
            <l>For he counted not three ſtrees</l>
            <l>Of nought that fortune coude do.</l>
            <l>No (qd. I) I can not ſo,</l>
            <l>Why good ſir, yes parde (qd. I)</l>
            <l>Ne ſay not ſo for truely,</l>
            <l>Though ye had loſt the feerſes twelus</l>
            <l>And ye for ſorrow murdred your ſelue,</l>
            <l>Ye ſhould be dampned in this caas,</l>
            <l>By as good right as Medea was,</l>
            <l>That ſlough her children for Iaſon,</l>
            <l>And Phillis alſo for Demophon</l>
            <l>
               <pb n="414" facs="tcp:51487:227"/>
Hing her ſefe, ſo welaway,</l>
            <l>For he had broke his tearme day</l>
            <l>To come to her: Another rage</l>
            <l>Had Dido, the queene eke of Cartage,</l>
            <l>That ſlough her ſelfe, for Eneas</l>
            <l>Was falſe, which a foole ſhe was:</l>
            <l>And Ecquo died, for Narciſſus</l>
            <l>Nolde nat loue her, and right thus</l>
            <l>Hath many another folly done,</l>
            <l>And for Dalida died Sampſone,</l>
            <l>That ſlough himſelfe with a pillere,</l>
            <l>But there is no man aliue here</l>
            <l>Would for her feeres make this wo.</l>
            <l>Why ſo (qd. he) it is not ſo,</l>
            <l>Thou woteſt full little what thou meneſt,</l>
            <l>I haue loſt more than thou weneſt:</l>
            <l>How may that be (qd. I)</l>
            <l>Good ſir, tell me all holly,</l>
            <l>In what wiſe, how, why and wherefore,</l>
            <l>That ye haue thus your bliſſe lore?</l>
            <l>Blithely (qd. he) come ſit doun,</l>
            <l>I tell thee vpon a conditioun,</l>
            <l>That thou ſhalt holly with all thy wit</l>
            <l>Doe thine entent to hearken it.</l>
            <l>Yes ſir: Swere thy trouth thereto,</l>
            <l>Gladly do then hold here to,</l>
            <l>I ſhall right blithely, ſo God me ſaue,</l>
            <l>Holly with all the wit I haue,</l>
            <l>Here you as well as I can:</l>
            <l>A goddes halfe (qd. he) and began.</l>
            <l>Sir (qd. he) ſith firſt I couth</l>
            <l>Haue any manner wit fro youth,</l>
            <l>Or kindely vnderſtanding,</l>
            <l>To comprehend in any thing</l>
            <l>What loue was, in mine owne wit,</l>
            <l>Dredeleſſe I haue euer yet</l>
            <l>Be tributarie, and yeue rent</l>
            <l>To loue holly, with good entent,</l>
            <l>And through pleaſaunce become his thrall,</l>
            <l>With good will, body, hart, and all,</l>
            <l>All this I put in his ſeruage,</l>
            <l>As to my lord, and did homage,</l>
            <l>And full deuoutly I praide him tho,</l>
            <l>He ſhould beſet mine heart ſo,</l>
            <l>That it pleaſaunce to him were,</l>
            <l>And worſhip to my lady dere.</l>
            <l>And this was long, and many a yere</l>
            <l>(Ere that mine hart was ſet o where)</l>
            <l>That I did thus, and niſt why,</l>
            <l>I trowe it came me kindely,</l>
            <l>Paraunter I was thereto moſt able,</l>
            <l>As a white wall, or a table,</l>
            <l>For it is ready to catch and take</l>
            <l>All that men will therein make,</l>
            <l>Whether ſo men will portrey or paint,</l>
            <l>Be the werkes neuer ſo quaint.</l>
            <l>And thilke time I fared right ſo,</l>
            <l>I was able to haue learned tho,</l>
            <l>And to haue conde as well or better</l>
            <l>Paraunter either art or letter,</l>
            <l>But for loue came firſt in my thought,</l>
            <l>Therefore I forgate it naught,</l>
            <l>I chees loue to my firſt craft,</l>
            <l>Therefore it is with me laft,</l>
            <l>For why, I tooke it of ſo yong age,</l>
            <l>That mallice had my courage</l>
            <l>Not that time turned to nothing,</l>
            <l>Through too mokell knowledging,</l>
            <l>For that time youth my maiſtreſſe</l>
            <l>Gouerned me in idleneſſe,</l>
            <l>For it was in my firſt youth,</l>
            <l>And tho full little good I couth,</l>
            <l>For all my werkes were flitting</l>
            <l>That time, and all my thought varying,</l>
            <l>All were to me yliche good,</l>
            <l>That knew I tho, but thus it ſtood.</l>
            <l>It happed that I came on a dey</l>
            <l>Into a place, there that I ſey</l>
            <l>Truly the faireſt companie</l>
            <l>Of ladies, that euer man with eie</l>
            <l>Had ſeene togither in o place,</l>
            <l>Shall I clepe it hap, either grace,</l>
            <l>That brought me there, not but fortune,</l>
            <l>That is to lien full commune,</l>
            <l>The falſe traitereſſe peruerſe,</l>
            <l>God would I could clepe her werſe,</l>
            <l>For now ſhe worcheth me full wo,</l>
            <l>And I woll tell ſoone why ſo.</l>
            <l>Amongs theſe ladies thus echone,</l>
            <l>Sooth to ſaine, I ſaw one</l>
            <l>That was like none of the rout,</l>
            <l>For I dare ſwere, without dout,</l>
            <l>That as the ſummers ſunne bright</l>
            <l>Is fairer, clerer, and hath more light</l>
            <l>Than any other plannet in heuen,</l>
            <l>The moone, or the ſterres ſeuen,</l>
            <l>For all the world ſo had ſhe</l>
            <l>Surmounten hem all of beaute,</l>
            <l>Of maner, and of comlineſſe,</l>
            <l>Of ſtature, and of well ſet gladneſſe,</l>
            <l>Of goodly heed, and ſo wel beſey,</l>
            <l>Shortly what ſhall I more ſey,</l>
            <l>By God and by his holowes twelue,</l>
            <l>It was my ſwete, right all her ſelue,</l>
            <l>She had ſo ſtedfaſt countenaunce,</l>
            <l>So noble porte, and maintenaunce:</l>
            <l>And Loue, that well harde my bone,</l>
            <l>Had eſpied me thus ſone,</l>
            <l>That ſhe full ſoone in my thought,</l>
            <l>As helpe me God ſo was I cought</l>
            <l>So ſodainly, that I ne toke</l>
            <l>No maner counſaile, but at her loke,</l>
            <l>And at mine herte, for why her eyen</l>
            <l>So gladly I trowe mine herte ſeyne,</l>
            <l>That purely tho, mine owne thought,</l>
            <l>Said, it were better ſerue her for nought,</l>
            <l>Than with another to be wele,</l>
            <l>And it was ſoth, for euery dele,</l>
            <l>I will anone right tell thee why.</l>
            <l>I ſawe her daunce ſo comely,</l>
            <l>Carol and ſing ſo ſwetely,</l>
            <l>Laugh, and play ſo womanly,</l>
            <l>And looke ſo debonairly,</l>
            <l>So goodly ſpeke and ſo freendly:</l>
            <l>That certes I trowe that euermore,</l>
            <l>Nas ſene ſo bliſfull a treſore:</l>
            <l>For euery heer on her heed,</l>
            <l>Sothe to ſay it was not reed,</l>
            <l>Ne neither yelowe ne browne it nas,</l>
            <l>Me thought moſt like gold it was,</l>
            <l>And which eyen my lady had,</l>
            <l>Debonaire, good, glad, and ſad,</l>
            <l>
               <pb n="415" facs="tcp:51487:227"/>
Simple, of good mokel, not to wide,</l>
            <l>Thereto her loke nas not aſide,</l>
            <l>Ne ouertwhart, but beſet ſo wele,</l>
            <l>It drewe and tooke vp euerydele</l>
            <l>All that on her gan behold,</l>
            <l>Her eyen ſemed anone ſhe wold</l>
            <l>Haue mercy, folly wenden ſo,</l>
            <l>But it was neuer the rather do,</l>
            <l>It nas no counterfeted thing,</l>
            <l>It was her owne pure loking:</l>
            <l>That the Goddeſſe dame Nature,</l>
            <l>Had made hem open by meaſure,</l>
            <l>And cloſe, for were ſhe neuer ſo glad,</l>
            <l>Her loking was not foliſh ſprad,</l>
            <l>He wildely, though that ſhe plaid,</l>
            <l>But euer me thought her eyen ſaid,</l>
            <l>By God my wrath is al foryeue.</l>
            <l>Therewith her liſt ſo well to liue,</l>
            <l>That dulneſſe was of her adrad,</l>
            <l>She nas to ſobre ne to glad,</l>
            <l>In all things more meaſure,</l>
            <l>Had neuer I trowe creature,</l>
            <l>But many one with her loke ſhe herte,</l>
            <l>And that ſate her full litel at herte:</l>
            <l>For ſhe knew nothing of her thought,</l>
            <l>But whether ſhe knew, or knew it nought,</l>
            <l>Algate ſhe ne rought of hem a ſtree,</l>
            <l>To get her loue no nere nas he</l>
            <l>That woned at home, than he in Inde,</l>
            <l>The formeſt was alway behinde,</l>
            <l>But good folke ouer all other,</l>
            <l>She laued, as man may his brother,</l>
            <l>Of which loue ſhe was wonder large,</l>
            <l>In skilfull places that bere charge,</l>
            <l>But which a viſage had ſhe thereto,</l>
            <l>Alas my herte is wonder wo,</l>
            <l>That I ne can diſcriuen it,</l>
            <l>Me lacketh both Engliſh and wit.</l>
            <l>For to vndo it at the full,</l>
            <l>And eke my ſpirites bene ſo dull</l>
            <l>So great a thing for to deuiſe,</l>
            <l>I haue not wit that can ſuffiſe</l>
            <l>To comprehend her beaute,</l>
            <l>But thus much I dare ſaine, that ſhe</l>
            <l>Was white, rody, freſh, and lifely hewed,</l>
            <l>And euery daie her beaute newed,</l>
            <l>And nigh her face was alderbeſt,</l>
            <l>For certes nature had ſoch leſt,</l>
            <l>To make that faire, that truly ſhe</l>
            <l>Was her chiefe patron of beaute,</l>
            <l>And chiefe enſample of all her werke:</l>
            <l>And monſtre, for be it neuer ſo verke,</l>
            <l>Me thinketh I ſee her euer mo,</l>
            <l>And yet more ouer, though all tho</l>
            <l>That euer liued, were now a liue,</l>
            <l>Ne would haue found to diſcriue</l>
            <l>In al her face, a wicked ſigne,</l>
            <l>For it was ſad, ſimple, and benigne.</l>
            <l>And ſoch a goodly ſwete ſpech,</l>
            <l>Had that ſwete, my liues lech,</l>
            <l>So frendely, and ſo well ygrounded</l>
            <l>Vpon all reaſon, ſo well ifounded,</l>
            <l>And ſo tretable to all good,</l>
            <l>That I dare ſwere well by the <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                  <desc>•</desc>
               </gap>ood,</l>
            <l>Of eloquence was neuer fonde</l>
            <l>So ſwete a ſowning faconde,</l>
            <l>Ne trewer tonged, ne ſcorned laſſe,</l>
            <l>Ne bet coude heale, that by the maſſe,</l>
            <l>I durſt ſweare though the Pope it ſonge,</l>
            <l>That there was neuer yet through her tonge,</l>
            <l>Man ne woman greatly harmid,</l>
            <l>As for her, was all harme hid:</l>
            <l>Ne laſſe flattering in her worde,</l>
            <l>That purely her ſimple recorde,</l>
            <l>Was found as trewe as any bond,</l>
            <l>Or trouth of any mans hond.</l>
            <l>Ne chide ſhe could neuer a dele,</l>
            <l>That knoweth all the world ful wele.</l>
            <l>But ſuch a faireneſſe of a necke,</l>
            <l>Had that ſwete, that bone nor brecke</l>
            <l>Nas there none ſeen, that miſſe ſatte,</l>
            <l>It was white, ſmoth, ſtreight, and pure flatte,</l>
            <l>Without hole, or canel bone,</l>
            <l>And by ſeming, ſhe had none.</l>
            <l>Her throte, as I haue now memoire,</l>
            <l>Semed as a round toure of yuoire,</l>
            <l>Of good greatneſſe, and not to grete,</l>
            <l>And faire white ſhe hete,</l>
            <l>That was my Ladies name right,</l>
            <l>She was thereto faire and bright,</l>
            <l>She had not her name wrong,</l>
            <l>Right faire ſhoulders, and body long</l>
            <l>She had, and armes euer lith</l>
            <l>Fattiſh, fleſhy, nat great therewith,</l>
            <l>Right white hands, and nailes rede,</l>
            <l>Round breſtes, and of good brede,</l>
            <l>Her lippes were a ſtreight flatte backe,</l>
            <l>I knew on her none other lacke,</l>
            <l>That all her limmes nere pure ſewing,</l>
            <l>In as ferre as I had knowing,</l>
            <l>Thereto ſhe could ſo well play</l>
            <l>What that her liſt, that I dare ſay</l>
            <l>That was like to torch bright,</l>
            <l>That euery man may take of light</l>
            <l>Ynough, and it hath neuer the leſſe</l>
            <l>Of maner and of comelineſſe.</l>
            <l>Right ſo farde my lady dere,</l>
            <l>For euery wight of her manere</l>
            <l>Moght catche ynough, if that he wold</l>
            <l>If he had eyen her to behold,</l>
            <l>For I dare ſweare well, if that ſhe</l>
            <l>Had among tenne thouſand be,</l>
            <l>She wolde haue be at the beſte,</l>
            <l>A chefe myrrour of all the feſte,</l>
            <l>Though they had ſtonde in a rowe,</l>
            <l>To mens eyen, that could haue knowe,</l>
            <l>For where ſo men had plaide or waked,</l>
            <l>Me thought the felowſhip as naked</l>
            <l>Without her, that I ſaw ones,</l>
            <l>As a crowne without ſtones,</l>
            <l>Trewly ſhe was to mine eye,</l>
            <l>The ſolein Fenix of Arabie,</l>
            <l>For there liueth neuer but one,</l>
            <l>Ne ſuch as ſhe, ne know I none:</l>
            <l>To ſpeake of goodneſſe, trewly ſhe</l>
            <l>Had as moch debonairte,</l>
            <l>As euer had Heſter in the Bible,</l>
            <l>And more, if more were poſſible,</l>
            <l>And ſoth to ſayne, therewithall</l>
            <l>She had a witte ſo generall,</l>
            <l>So whole enclined to all good,</l>
            <l>That al her witte was ſette by the rood,</l>
            <l>
               <pb n="416" facs="tcp:51487:228"/>
Without malice, vpon gladneſſe,</l>
            <l>And thereto I ſawe neuer yet a leſſe</l>
            <l>Harmefull, then ſhe was in doyng,</l>
            <l>I ſay not that ſhe ne had knowyng</l>
            <l>What harme was, or els ſhe</l>
            <l>Had could no good, ſo thinketh me,</l>
            <l>And trewly, for to ſpeake of trouth,</l>
            <l>But ſhe had had, it had be routh</l>
            <l>Thereof ſhe had ſo moch her dele,</l>
            <l>And I dare ſaine, and ſwere it wele,</l>
            <l>That trouth himſelfe, ouer al and al,</l>
            <l>Had choſe his maner principall</l>
            <l>In her, that was his reſting place,</l>
            <l>Thereto ſhe had the moſt grace,</l>
            <l>To haue ſtedfaſt perſeueraunce,</l>
            <l>And eaſy attempre, gouernaunce,</l>
            <l>That euer I knew, or wiſt yet,</l>
            <l>So pure ſuffraunt was her wit,</l>
            <l>And reaſon gladly ſhe vnderſtood,</l>
            <l>It folowed wel, ſhe could good,</l>
            <l>She vſed gladly to do weſe,</l>
            <l>Theſe were her maners euery dele.</l>
            <l>Therewith ſhe loued ſo wel right,</l>
            <l>She wrong do would to no wight,</l>
            <l>No wight might do her no ſhame,</l>
            <l>She loued ſo wel her owne name.</l>
            <l>Her luſt to hold no wight in hond,</l>
            <l>Ne be thou ſiker, ſhe wold not fond,</l>
            <l>To holde no wight in balaunce,</l>
            <l>By halfe worde, ne by countenaunce,</l>
            <l>But if men wold vpon her lye,</l>
            <l>Ne ſende men into Walakie,</l>
            <l>To Pruiſe, and to Tartarie,</l>
            <l>To Allſaundrie, ne into Turkie,</l>
            <l>And bidde him faſt, anon that he</l>
            <l>Go hoodleſſe into the drie ſee,</l>
            <l>And come home by the Carrenare.</l>
            <l>And ſir, be now right ware,</l>
            <l>That I may of you here ſaine,</l>
            <l>Worſhip, or that ye come againe.</l>
            <l>She ne vſed no ſoch knackes ſmale,</l>
            <l>But therfore that I tell my tale,</l>
            <l>Right on this ſame I haue ſaid,</l>
            <l>Was wholly all my loue laid,</l>
            <l>For certes ſhe was that ſwete wife,</l>
            <l>My ſuffiſaunce, my luſt, my life,</l>
            <l>Mine hope, mine heale, and all bleſſe,</l>
            <l>My worlds welfare, and my goddeſſe,</l>
            <l>And I wholy hers, and euery dele.</l>
            <l>By our Lorde (qd. I) I trowe you wele,</l>
            <l>Hardly, your loue was wel beſet,</l>
            <l>I not how it might haue do bet.</l>
            <l>Bet, ne not ſo wel (qd. he)</l>
            <l>I trowe ſir (qd. I) parde.</l>
            <l>Nay leue it wel: Sir ſo do I,</l>
            <l>I leue you wel, that trewly</l>
            <l>You thought that ſhe was the beſt,</l>
            <l>And to behold, the alderfaireſt,</l>
            <l>Who ſo had loked her with your eyen?</l>
            <l>With mine, nay all that her ſeyen,</l>
            <l>Said and ſwore it was ſo,</l>
            <l>And though they ne had, I would tho</l>
            <l>Haue loued beſt my lady free,</l>
            <l>Though I had had al the beaute</l>
            <l>That euer had Alcibiades,</l>
            <l>And al the ſtrength of Hercules,</l>
            <l>And thereto had the worthineſſe</l>
            <l>Of Aliſaunder, and al the richeſſe</l>
            <l>That euer was in Babiloine,</l>
            <l>In Cartage, or in Macedoine,</l>
            <l>Or in Rome, or in Niniue,</l>
            <l>And thereto alſo hardy be,</l>
            <l>As was Hector, ſo haue I joy,</l>
            <l>That Achilles ſlough at Troy,</l>
            <l>And therefore was he ſlayne alſo</l>
            <l>In a temple, for both two</l>
            <l>Were ſlaine, he and Antilegius,</l>
            <l>And ſo ſaith Dares Fregius,</l>
            <l>For loue of Polixena,</l>
            <l>Or ben as wiſe as Minerua,</l>
            <l>I would euer, without drede</l>
            <l>Haue loued her, for I muſt nede.</l>
            <l>Nede? Nay trewly I gabbe now,</l>
            <l>Nought nede, and I woll tellen how,</l>
            <l>For of good will mine herte it wold,</l>
            <l>And eke to loue her, I was holde,</l>
            <l>As for the fayreſt and the heſt,</l>
            <l>She was as good, ſo haue I reſt,</l>
            <l>As euer was Penelope of Grece,</l>
            <l>Or as the noble wife Lucrece,</l>
            <l>That was the beſt, he telleth thus</l>
            <l>The Romane Titus Liuius,</l>
            <l>She was as good, and nothing like,</l>
            <l>Though her ſtories be autentike,</l>
            <l>Algate ſhe was as trewe as ſhe.</l>
            <l>But wherefore that I tell thee,</l>
            <l>When I firſt my lady ſey,</l>
            <l>I was right yong, ſoth to ſey,</l>
            <l>And full great need I had to lerne,</l>
            <l>When mine herte wolde yerne,</l>
            <l>To loue it was a great empriſe,</l>
            <l>But as my wit wolde beſt ſuffiſe,</l>
            <l>After my yong childely wit,</l>
            <l>Without drede I beſet it,</l>
            <l>To loue her in my beſt wiſe</l>
            <l>To do her wurſhip, and the ſeruiſe</l>
            <l>That I coude tho, by my trouth</l>
            <l>Without faining, eyther ſlouth,</l>
            <l>For wonder faine I wolde her ſee,</l>
            <l>So mokell it amended mee,</l>
            <l>That when I ſawe her amorowe,</l>
            <l>I was wariſhed of all my ſorowe</l>
            <l>Of all day after, till it were eue,</l>
            <l>Me thought nothing might me greue,</l>
            <l>Were my ſorowes neuer ſo ſmert,</l>
            <l>And yet ſhe ſit ſo in mine herte,</l>
            <l>That by my trouth, I nold nought</l>
            <l>For all this world, out of my thought</l>
            <l>Leaue my Lady, no trewly.</l>
            <l>Now by my trouth ſir (qd. I)</l>
            <l>Me thinketh ye haue ſuch a chaunce,</l>
            <l>As ſhrift, without repentaunce.</l>
            <l>Repentaunce, nay fie (qd. he)</l>
            <l>Shuld I now repent me</l>
            <l>To loue, nay certes then were I well</l>
            <l>Worſe than was Achitofell,</l>
            <l>Or Antenor, ſo haue I joy,</l>
            <l>The traitour that betrayed Troy:</l>
            <l>Or the falſe Ganelion,</l>
            <l>He that purchaſed the traiſon</l>
            <l>Of Rouland, and of Oliuere:</l>
            <l>Nay, while I am a liue here,</l>
            <l>
               <pb n="417" facs="tcp:51487:228"/>
I nil foryet her never mo.</l>
            <l>Now good ſir, (qd. I) tho,</l>
            <l>Ye haue well told me here before,</l>
            <l>It is no need to reherſe it more,</l>
            <l>How ye ſaw her firſt, and where,</l>
            <l>But would ye tell me the manere,</l>
            <l>To her which was your firſt ſpeche,</l>
            <l>Thereof I would you beſeche,</l>
            <l>And how ſhe knew firſt your thought,</l>
            <l>Whether ye loved her or nought,</l>
            <l>And telleth me eke, what ye have lore,</l>
            <l>I herde you tell here before,</l>
            <l>Ye ſaid, thou noteſt what thou meaneſt,</l>
            <l>I have loſt more than thou weeneſt</l>
            <l>What loſſe is that (qd. I tho)</l>
            <l>Nil ſhe not love you, is it ſo?</l>
            <l>Or have ye ought done amis,</l>
            <l>That ſhe hath lefte you, is it this.</l>
            <l>For Goddes love tell me all.</l>
            <l>Before God (qd. he) and I ſhall,</l>
            <l>I ſay right as I have ſaid,</l>
            <l>On her was all my love laid,</l>
            <l>And yet ſhe niſt it not never a dele,</l>
            <l>Not longe time, leve it wele,</l>
            <l>For by right ſiker, I durſt nought</l>
            <l>For all this world tell her my thought,</l>
            <l>Ne I wolde have wrathed her trewly,</l>
            <l>For woſt thou why, ſhe was lady</l>
            <l>Of the body that had the herte.</l>
            <l>And who ſo hath that may not aſterte.</l>
            <l>But for to keepe me fro ydleneſſe,</l>
            <l>Trewly I did my buſineſſe</l>
            <l>To make ſonges, as I beſt coude,</l>
            <l>And oft time I ſong hem loude,</l>
            <l>And made ſonges, this a great dele,</l>
            <l>Although I coude nat make ſo wele</l>
            <l>Songes, ne knew the arte al,</l>
            <l>As coude Lamekes ſon, Tubal,</l>
            <l>That found out firſt the arte of ſonge,</l>
            <l>For as his brothers hamers ronge,</l>
            <l>Vpon his anvelt vp and downe,</l>
            <l>Thereof he toke the firſt ſowne,</l>
            <l>But Grekes ſaine of Pithagoras,</l>
            <l>That he the firſt finder was</l>
            <l>Of the art, Aurora telleth ſo,</l>
            <l>But thereof no force of hem two,</l>
            <l>Algates ſonges thus I made,</l>
            <l>Of my feling, mine herte to glade:</l>
            <l>And lo this was alther firſt,</l>
            <l>I not where it were the werſt.</l>
            <l>Lord it maketh mine herte light,</l>
            <l>When I thinke on that ſwere wight,</l>
            <l>That is ſo ſemely one to ſe</l>
            <l>And wiſh to God it might ſo be</l>
            <l>That ſhe wold hold me for her knight,</l>
            <l>My Lady that is ſo fayre and bright.</l>
            <l>Now have I told thee, ſoth to ſay,</l>
            <l>My firſt ſong: vpon a day,</l>
            <l>I bethought me what wo</l>
            <l>And ſorowe that I ſuffred tho,</l>
            <l>For her, and yet ſhe wiſt it nought,</l>
            <l>Ne tell her durſt I not my thought:</l>
            <l>Alas thought I, I can no rede,</l>
            <l>And but I tell her, I am but dede,</l>
            <l>And if I tel her, to ſay right ſoth</l>
            <l>I am a dradde ſhe woll be wroth,</l>
            <l>Alas, what ſhall I then do.</l>
            <l>In this debate I was ſo wo,</l>
            <l>Me thought mine hert braſt a twain,</l>
            <l>So at the laſt, ſothe for to ſaine,</l>
            <l>I bethought me that Nature,</l>
            <l>Ne formed never in creature,</l>
            <l>So much beauty trewly</l>
            <l>And bounty, without mercy.</l>
            <l>In hope of that, may tale I tolde,</l>
            <l>With ſorowe, as that I never ſholde,</l>
            <l>For nedes, and maugre mine heed</l>
            <l>I muſt have tolde her, or be deed:</l>
            <l>I not well how that I began,</l>
            <l>Full yvell reherce it I can,</l>
            <l>And eke as helpe me God withall,</l>
            <l>I trow it was in the diſmall,</l>
            <l>That was the ten woundes of Egipt,</l>
            <l>For many a word I overskipt</l>
            <l>In my tale for pure fere,</l>
            <l>Leſt my wordes miſſe ſet were,</l>
            <l>With ſorowfull hert, and woundes dede,</l>
            <l>Softe and quaking for pure drede,</l>
            <l>And ſhame, and ſtinting in my tale,</l>
            <l>For ferde, and mine hew al pale,</l>
            <l>Full oft I wexte both pale and reed,</l>
            <l>Bowing to her I hing the heed,</l>
            <l>I durſt not ones loke her on,</l>
            <l>For wit, manner and all was gone,</l>
            <l>I ſaid: mercy and no more,</l>
            <l>It nas no game, it ſate me ſore.</l>
            <l>So at the the laſt ſoth to ſaine,</l>
            <l>Whan that mine heart was com againe,</l>
            <l>To tell ſhortly all my ſpeech,</l>
            <l>With hole harte I gan her beſeech</l>
            <l>That ſhe wolde be my Lady ſwete</l>
            <l>And ſwore, and hertely gan her hete,</l>
            <l>Ever to be ſtedfaſt and trewe,</l>
            <l>And love her alway freſhly newe,</l>
            <l>And never other Lady have,</l>
            <l>And all her worſhip for to ſave,</l>
            <l>As I beſt coude, I ſware her this,</l>
            <l>For yours is all that ever there is,</l>
            <l>For evermore, mine hertſwete,</l>
            <l>And never to falſe you, but I mete</l>
            <l>I nyl, as wiſe God helpe me ſo.</l>
            <l>And when I had my tale ydo,</l>
            <l>God wote ſhe acompted not a ſtre</l>
            <l>Of all my tale, ſo thought me,</l>
            <l>To tell ſhortly right as it is</l>
            <l>Trewly her anſwere it was this,</l>
            <l>I can not now well countrefete</l>
            <l>Her wordes, but this was the grete</l>
            <l>Of her anſwere, ſhe ſaid nay</l>
            <l>All vtterly, alas that day,</l>
            <l>The ſorow I ſuffered and the wo,</l>
            <l>That trewly Caiſandra that ſo</l>
            <l>Bewayled the deſtruction</l>
            <l>Of Troy, and of Illyon,</l>
            <l>Had never ſoch ſorow as I tho,</l>
            <l>I durſt no more ſay thereto,</l>
            <l>For pure feare, but ſtale away,</l>
            <l>And thus I lived full many a day,</l>
            <l>That trewly I had no need,</l>
            <l>Ferther than my beddes heed,</l>
            <l>Never a day to ſeche ſorrow,</l>
            <l>I found it ready every morrow,</l>
            <l>For why I loved in no gere.</l>
            <l>So it befell another yere,</l>
            <l>
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I thought ones I would fonde,</l>
            <l>To doe her know, and vnderſtonde</l>
            <l>My wo, and ſhe well vnderſtood,</l>
            <l>That I ne wilned thing but good,</l>
            <l>And worſhip, and to keepe her name,</l>
            <l>Over all things, and drede her ſhame,</l>
            <l>And was ſo buſie her to ſerve,</l>
            <l>And pitie were that I ſhould ſterve,</l>
            <l>Sith that I wilned no harme iwis.</l>
            <l>So when my Lady knew all this,</l>
            <l>My Lady yave me all holly,</l>
            <l>The noble yeft of her mercy,</l>
            <l>Saving her worſhip by all ways,</l>
            <l>Dredeleſſe, I mene none other ways,</l>
            <l>And therewith ſhe yave me a ring,</l>
            <l>I trowe it was the firſt thing,</l>
            <l>But if mine harte was iwaxe</l>
            <l>Glad, that it is no need to axe.</l>
            <l>As helpe me God, I was as blive</l>
            <l>Raiſed, as fro death to live,</l>
            <l>Of all happes the alderbeſt,</l>
            <l>The gladdeſt, and the moſt at reſt,</l>
            <l>For truely that ſwete wight,</l>
            <l>When I had wrong, and ſhe the right,</l>
            <l>She would alway ſo goodly</l>
            <l>Foryeve me ſo debonairly,</l>
            <l>In all my youth, in all chaunce,</l>
            <l>She tooke in her gouernaunce,</l>
            <l>Therewith ſhe was alway ſo true,</l>
            <l>Our joy was ever iliche newe,</l>
            <l>Our hertes were ſo even a paire,</l>
            <l>That never nas that one contraire</l>
            <l>To that other, for no wo</l>
            <l>For ſothe iliche they ſuffred tho.</l>
            <l>O bliſſe, and eke o ſorow bothe,</l>
            <l>Ilich they were both glad and wrothe,</l>
            <l>All was vs one, without were,</l>
            <l>And thus we lived full many a yere,</l>
            <l>So well, I can not tell how.</l>
            <l>Sir (qd. I) where is ſhe now?</l>
            <l>Now (qd. he) and ſtinte anone,</l>
            <l>Therewith he woxe as dedde as ſtone,</l>
            <l>And ſaied, alas, that I was bore,</l>
            <l>That was the loſſe, that here before</l>
            <l>I tolde thee that I had lorne.</l>
            <l>Bethinke thee how I ſaid here beforne,</l>
            <l>Thou woſte full litle what thou meneſt,</l>
            <l>I have loſte more than thou weneſt.</l>
            <l>God wote alas, right that was ſhe.</l>
            <l>Alas ſir how, what may that be?</l>
            <l>She is dedde: Nay, Yes by my trouth,</l>
            <l>Is that your loſſe, by God it is routhe.</l>
            <l>And with that worde right anone,</l>
            <l>They gan to ſtrake forth, all was done</l>
            <l>For that time, the Harte huntyng.</l>
            <l>With that me thought that this kyng,</l>
            <l>Gan homeward for to ride,</l>
            <l>Vnto a place was there beſide,</l>
            <l>Which was from vs but a lite,</l>
            <l>A long caſtell with walles white,</l>
            <l>By ſainct Iohan, on a rich hill,</l>
            <l>As me mette, but thus it fill.</l>
            <l>Right thus me mette, as I you tell,</l>
            <l>That in the caſtell there was a bell,</l>
            <l>As it had ſmitte houres twelue,</l>
            <l>Therewith I awoke my ſelue,</l>
            <l>And found me lying in my bedde,</l>
            <l>And the booke that I had redde,</l>
            <l>Of Alcione and Seis the kyng,</l>
            <l>And of the Goddes of ſleping,</l>
            <l>I found it in mine hond full even,</l>
            <l>Thought I, this is ſo queint a ſweven,</l>
            <l>That I would by proceſſe of tyme,</l>
            <l>Fond to put this ſweven in ryme,</l>
            <l>As I can beſt, and that anon,</l>
            <l>This was my ſweven, now it is done.</l>
            <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="poem" type="work">
            <lg>
               <l>MY maſter, &amp;c. When of Chriſt our king,</l>
               <l>Was asked, what is troth or ſoth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>He not a worde anſwerde to that asking,</l>
               <l>As who ſaith, no man is all true, I geſſe:</l>
               <l>And therefore, though I hight to expreſſe</l>
               <l>The ſorow and wo that is in Mariage,</l>
               <l>I dare not writen of it no wickedneſſe,</l>
               <l>Leſt I my ſelfe fall eft in ſoche dotage.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I woll not ſay how that it is the chaine</l>
               <l>Of Sathanas, on which he knaweth ever,</l>
               <l>But I dare ſaine were he out of his paine,</l>
               <l>As by his will he would be bounden never:</l>
               <l>But thilke doted foole, that eft hath lever</l>
               <l>Ichayned be, than out of priſon crepe,</l>
               <l>God let him never fro his woe diſcever,</l>
               <l>Ne no man hym bewayle, though he wepe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But yet leſt thou doe worſe, take a wife,</l>
               <l>* Bet is to wedde, than brenne in worſe wiſe,</l>
               <l>But thou ſhalt have ſorow on thy fleſh thy life,</l>
               <l>And ben thy wives thrale, as ſain theſe wiſe,</l>
               <l>And if that holy writ may not ſuffice,</l>
               <l>Experience ſhall thee teach, ſo may happe,</l>
               <l>* Take the way leuer to be taken in Friſe,</l>
               <l>Than eft to fall of wedding in the trappe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This little writte, Prouerbes or figures,</l>
               <l>I ſende you, take keepe of it I rede,</l>
               <l>Vnwiſe is he, that can no wele endure,</l>
               <l>* If thou be ſiker, put thee not in drede,</l>
               <l>The wife of Bathe, I pray you that ye rede</l>
               <l>Of this matter that we have on honde,</l>
               <l>God graunt you your lyfe freely to lede</l>
               <l>In fredome, for foule is to be bonde.</l>
            </lg>
            <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="Parliament of Fowles" type="work">
            <head>The Aſſembly of Fowls.</head>
            <head type="sub">All Fowls are gathered before Nature on S. Va<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lentines
day, to choſe their makes. A Formell
Eagle, being belov'd of three Tercels, requi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reth
a years reſpite to make her choice: upon
this trial, Qui bien aime tard oublie. He that
loveth well, is ſlow to forget.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>THe Lyfe ſo ſhort, the craft ſo long to lerne,</l>
               <l>Thaſſay ſo hard, ſo ſharpy y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> conquering,</l>
               <l>The dreadful joy, alway y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> flit ſo yerne,</l>
               <l>All this mean I by love y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> my feeling</l>
               <l>Aſtonieth with his wonderful werkyng<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
               </l>
               <l>So ſore I wis, that when I on him think,</l>
               <l>Naught wete I wel, whether I flete or ſink.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>For all be that I know not love in dede,</l>
               <l>Ne wot how that he quiteth folke her hire,</l>
               <l>Yet happeth me full oft in bookes rede</l>
               <l>Of his myracles, and of his cruell ire,</l>
               <l>There rede I well, he woll be lorde and ſire:</l>
               <l>I dare not ſay his ſtrokes be ſore,</l>
               <l>But God ſave ſoch a lorde, I can no more.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Of vſage, what for luſt and what for lore,</l>
               <l>On bookes rede I of, as I you told,</l>
               <l>But wherfore ſpeake I all this? naught yore</l>
               <l>Agon, it happed me to behold</l>
               <l>Vpon a booke was iwritten with letters old,</l>
               <l>And there vpon a certain thing to lerne,</l>
               <l>The long day, full faſt I radde and yerne.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>* For out of the old fieldes, as men ſaith,</l>
               <l>Commeth al this new corne fro yere to yere</l>
               <l>And out of old bookes, in good faith,</l>
               <l>Commeth all this new ſcience that men lere,</l>
               <l>But now to purpoſe, as of this mattere,</l>
               <l>To rede forth it gan me ſo delite,</l>
               <l>That all that day, me thought it but a lite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This booke of which I make mencion,</l>
               <l>Entitled was right thus, as I ſhall tell,</l>
               <l>Tullius, of the dreame of Scipion:</l>
               <l>Chapiters ſeven<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>t had, of heaven and hell,</l>
               <l>And yearth, and ſoules that therein dwell,</l>
               <l>Of which as ſhortly as I can it treate,</l>
               <l>Of his ſentence I woll you ſaine the greate.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Firſt telleth it, when Scipion was come</l>
               <l>In Affricke, how he meteth Maſſiniſſe,</l>
               <l>That him for joy, in armes hath inome,</l>
               <l>Then telleth he her ſpeach and all the bliſſe,</l>
               <l>That was betwixt hem til the day gan miſſe,</l>
               <l>And how his aunceſter Affrikan ſo dere,</l>
               <l>Gan in his ſlepe that night til him appere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then telleth it, that from a ſterrie place,</l>
               <l>How Affrikan hath him Cartage ſhewed,</l>
               <l>And warned him before of all his grace,</l>
               <l>And ſaid him what man lered eyther leude,</l>
               <l>That loveth common profite well itheude,</l>
               <l>He ſhould into a bliſfull place wend,</l>
               <l>There as the joy is without any end.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then asked he, if folke that here been dede</l>
               <l>Have life, and dwelling in another place?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And Affrikan ſaid ye, without any drede,</l>
               <l>And how our preſent lives ſpace,</l>
               <l>Ment but a maner death, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> way we trace,</l>
               <l>And rightfull folke, ſhull gon after they die</l>
               <l>To heaven, and ſhewed him the Galaxie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then ſhewed he him, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> little yerth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> here is</l>
               <l>To regard of the heavens quantite,</l>
               <l>And after ſhewed he hym the nine ſperis,</l>
               <l>And after that the melodie heard he,</l>
               <l>That commeth of thilke ſperes thriſe three,</l>
               <l>That welles of Muſicke been, and melodie</l>
               <l>In this world here, and cauſe of armonie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then ſaid he him, ſens earth was ſo lite,</l>
               <l>And full of tourment, and of hard grace,</l>
               <l>That he ne ſhould him in this world delite:</l>
               <l>Then told he him, in certain yeres ſpace,</l>
               <l>That every ſterre ſhould come into his place,</l>
               <l>There it was firſt, &amp; all ſhould out of mind,</l>
               <l>That in this world is done of all mankind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then prayed him Scipion, to tell him all</l>
               <l>The way to come into that heaven bliſſe,</l>
               <l>And he ſaid: Firſt know thy ſelfe immortall,</l>
               <l>And loke aie buſely, that thou werche &amp; wiſſe,</l>
               <l>To common profite, and thou ſhalt not miſſe</l>
               <l>To come ſwiftly vnto that place dere,</l>
               <l>That full of bliſſe is, and of ſoules clere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And breakers of the law, ſoth to ſaine,</l>
               <l>And likerous folke, after that they been dede,</l>
               <l>Shall whirle about the world, alway in paine</l>
               <l>Till many a world be paſſed out of drede,</l>
               <l>And then foryeven all her wicked dede,</l>
               <l>Then ſhullen they come to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> bliſfull place,</l>
               <l>To which to comen, God ſend thee grace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The day gan failen, and the darke night,</l>
               <l>That reveth beaſtes from her buſineſſe,</l>
               <l>Beraft me my booke for lacke of light,</l>
               <l>And to my bedde I gan me for to dreſſe,</l>
               <l>Fulfilled of thought and buſie heauineſſe,</l>
               <l>For both I had thyng, which that I nold,</l>
               <l>And eke I ne had that thing that I wold.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But finally my ſpirite at laſt,</l>
               <l>For weary of my labour all that day,</l>
               <l>Tooke reſt, that made me to ſlepe faſt,</l>
               <l>And in my ſleepe I met, as that I lay,</l>
               <l>How Affrikan, right in the ſelfe aray</l>
               <l>That Scipion him ſaw, before that tide</l>
               <l>Was come, and ſtode right at my beds ſide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The wearie hunter ſleping in his bedde,</l>
               <l>The wood ayen his mind goeth anone,</l>
               <l>The Iudge dremeth, how his plees be ſpedde,</l>
               <l>The Carter dremeth, how his cartes gone,</l>
               <l>The rich of gold, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knight fight with his fone,</l>
               <l>The ſicke mette he drinketh of the tonne,</l>
               <l>The lover mette he hath his lady wonne.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Can I not ſaine, if that the cauſe were,</l>
               <l>For I had radde of Affrikan beforne,</l>
               <l>That made me to mete that he ſtood there,</l>
               <l>But thus ſaid he: thou haſt thee ſo wel borne</l>
               <l>In looking of mine old booke all to torne,</l>
               <l>Of which Macrobie raught not a lite,</l>
               <l>That ſome dele of thy labour would I quite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Citherea, thou bliſfull Lady ſwete,</l>
               <l>That with thy fire brond, daunteſt when the leſt</l>
               <l>That madeſt me this ſweven for to mete,</l>
               <l>Be thou my helpe in this, for thou maiſt beſt,</l>
               <l>As wiſely as I ſeigh the North Northweſt,</l>
               <l>When I began my ſweven for to write,</l>
               <l>So yeve me might to rime it and endite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This aforeſaid Affrikan me hent anone,</l>
               <l>And forthwith him to a gate brought,</l>
               <l>Right of a Parke, walled with grene ſtone,</l>
               <l>And over y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> gate, with letters large iwrought,</l>
               <l>There were verſe ywritten as me thought</l>
               <l>
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On either halfe, of full great difference,</l>
               <l>Of which I ſhall you ſay y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> playne ſentence:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Through me men gon into y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> bliſful place</l>
               <l>Of harts heale and dedly wounds cure,</l>
               <l>Through me men gon into y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> well of grace,</l>
               <l>There grene &amp; luſty May ſhall ever endure,</l>
               <l>This is the way to all good auenture,</l>
               <l>Be glad thou reader, and thy ſorow off caſt,</l>
               <l>All open am I, paſſe in and ſpede thee faſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Through me men gon (then ſpake the other ſide</l>
               <l>Vnto the mortall ſtrokes of the ſpeare,</l>
               <l>Of which diſdaine and danger is the gide,</l>
               <l>There never tree ſhall fruit ne leaves beare,</l>
               <l>This ſtreme you ledeth to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſorowful were,</l>
               <l>There as the fiſh in pryſon is all dry,</l>
               <l>The eſchewing is onely the remedy.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Theſe verſes of gold and Aſure ywritten weare,</l>
               <l>Of which I gan aſtonied to behold,</l>
               <l>For with that one encreaſed all my feare,</l>
               <l>And with that other gan my hart to bold,</l>
               <l>That one me het, that other did me cold,</l>
               <l>No wit had I for errour for to cheſe,</l>
               <l>To enter or flie, or me to ſave or leſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Right as betwene Adamants two,</l>
               <l>Of even weight, a peece of yron ſet,</l>
               <l>Ne hath no might to move to ne fro,</l>
               <l>For what that one may hale that other let,</l>
               <l>So fared I, that I niſt where me was bet</l>
               <l>To entre or leave, till Affrikan my gide,</l>
               <l>Me hent and ſhove in at the gates wide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And ſaid, it ſtandeth written in thy face,</l>
               <l>Thine errour, though thou tell it not me,</l>
               <l>But dread thee not to come into this place,</l>
               <l>For this writing is nothing meant by thee,</l>
               <l>Ne by none, but he Loves ſervaunt bee,</l>
               <l>For thou of Love haſt loſt thy taſt I geſſe,</l>
               <l>As ſicke man hath, of ſwete and bitterneſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But natheles, although thou be dull,</l>
               <l>That thou canſt not doe, yet mayſt thou ſee,</l>
               <l>For many a man that may not ſtand a pull,</l>
               <l>Yet liketh it him at the wreſtlyng for to be,</l>
               <l>And demeth yet, whether he doe bet, or he,</l>
               <l>And if thou haddeſt connyng for tendite,</l>
               <l>I ſhall thee ſhew matter of to write.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> my hand in his he toke anon,</l>
               <l>Of which I comfort caught, and went in faſt,</l>
               <l>But Lord ſo I was glad, and well begon,</l>
               <l>For ouer all, where I mine iyen caſt,</l>
               <l>Were trees clad with leaues, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> aie ſhal laſt</l>
               <l>Eche in his kind, with colour freſh &amp; grene,</l>
               <l>As Emeraude, that joy it was to ſene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The bilder Oke, and eke the hardy Aſſhe,</l>
               <l>The piller Elme, the coffer vnto caraine,</l>
               <l>The Boxe pipe tree, Holme to whips laſſhe,</l>
               <l>The ſailing Firre, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Cipres death to plaine,</l>
               <l>The ſhooter Ewe, the Aſpe for ſhaftes plaine,</l>
               <l>The Oliue of peace, &amp; eke the dronken vine,</l>
               <l>The victor Palme, the Laurer to diuine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>A gardein ſaw I, full of bloſomed bowis,</l>
               <l>Vpon a River, in a grene Mede,</l>
               <l>There as ſweetneſſe euermore inough is,</l>
               <l>With floures white, blewe, yelowe, &amp; red,</l>
               <l>And cold Welle ſtreames, nothing dede,</l>
               <l>That ſwommen full of ſmale fiſhes light,</l>
               <l>With finnes rede, and ſcales ſilver bright.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>On every bough the birdes heard I ſing,</l>
               <l>With voice of Angell, in her armonie,</l>
               <l>That buſied hem, her birdes forth to bring,</l>
               <l>The little pretty Conies to her play gan hie,</l>
               <l>And further all about I gan eſpie,</l>
               <l>The dredful Roe, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Buck, the Hart, &amp; Hind,</l>
               <l>Squirrels, and beaſts ſmall, of gentle kind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Of inſtruments of ſtringes in accord,</l>
               <l>Heard I ſo play, a raviſhing ſwetneſſe,</l>
               <l>That God, that maker is of all and Lorde,</l>
               <l>Ne heard never better, as I geſſe,</l>
               <l>Therewith a wind, unneth it might be leſſe,</l>
               <l>Made in the leaves grene a noiſe ſoft,</l>
               <l>Accordant to the foules ſong on loft.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The aire of the place ſo attempre was,</l>
               <l>That never was ther greuance of hot ne cold</l>
               <l>There was eke every holſome ſpice &amp; gras,</l>
               <l>Ne no man may there waxe ſicke ne old,</l>
               <l>Yet was there more joy a thouſand fold,</l>
               <l>Than I can tell or ever could or might,</l>
               <l>There is ever clere day, and never night.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Vnder a tree, beſide a well I ſey</l>
               <l>Cupide our Lorde, his arrowes forge &amp; file,</l>
               <l>And at his feete his bowe already lay,</l>
               <l>And well his doughter tempred all the while</l>
               <l>The heddes in the well, with her wile</l>
               <l>She couched hem after, as they ſhould ſerve</l>
               <l>Some to ſlea, and ſome to wound &amp; carve.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Tho was I ware of pleaſance anon right,</l>
               <l>And of array, luſt, beauty, and curteſie,</l>
               <l>And of the craft, that can hath the might</l>
               <l>To done by force, a wight to done folie:</l>
               <l>Diſfigured was ſhe, I will not lie,</l>
               <l>And by himſelfe, vnder an Oke I geſſe,</l>
               <l>Sawe I delite, that ſtood with gentleneſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then ſaw I beauty, with a nice attire,</l>
               <l>And youth, full of game and jolitee,</l>
               <l>Foole hardineſſe, flatterie, and deſire,</l>
               <l>Meſſagerie, mede, and other three,</l>
               <l>Her names ſhall not here be tolde for me,</l>
               <l>And vpon pillers great of Jaſper long,</l>
               <l>I ſawe a temple of Braſſe ifounded ſtrong.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And about the temple daunced alway</l>
               <l>Women inow, of which ſome there were</l>
               <l>Faire of hemſelf, and ſome of hem were gay,</l>
               <l>In kirtils all diſheueled went they there,</l>
               <l>That was their office euer, fro yere to yere,</l>
               <l>And on the temple, ſaw I white and faire,</l>
               <l>Of Doves ſitting many a thouſand paire.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And before the temple doore full ſoberly,</l>
               <l>Dame peace ſat, a curtaine in her honde,</l>
               <l>
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And her beſide wonder diſcretly,</l>
               <l>Dame Pacience, ſitting there I fonde,</l>
               <l>With face pale, vpon an hill of ſonde,</l>
               <l>And alther next, within and without,</l>
               <l>Beheſt and Arte, and of her folke a rout.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Within the temple, of ſighes hote as fire,</l>
               <l>I heard a ſwough, that gan about ren,</l>
               <l>Which ſighes were engendred with deſire,</l>
               <l>That made euery harte for to bren</l>
               <l>Of newe flambe, and well eſpied I then,</l>
               <l>That all the cauſe of ſorowes, that they drie,</l>
               <l>Come of the bitter Goddeſs Ialouſie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The God Priapus, ſaw I as I went</l>
               <l>Within the temple, in ſouerain place ſtond,</l>
               <l>In ſoch array, as when the Aſſe him ſhent</l>
               <l>With crie by night, and with ſceptre in hond,</l>
               <l>Full buſilie men gan aſſay and fond,</l>
               <l>Vpon his hedde to ſet of ſondrie hewe,</l>
               <l>Garlandes full of freſhe floures newe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And in a priuie corner, in diſport</l>
               <l>Found I Venus, and her porter Richeſſe,</l>
               <l>That was full noble, and hauten of her port,</l>
               <l>Darke was that place, but after lightneſſe</l>
               <l>I ſawe a lite, vnnethes it might be leſſe,</l>
               <l>And on a bed of golde ſhe lay to reſt,</l>
               <l>Till that the hote Sunne gan to Weſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Her gilte heeres, with a gold threde</l>
               <l>I bound were, vntreſſed as ſhe lay,</l>
               <l>And naked from the breſt vnto the hede,</l>
               <l>Men might her ſee, and ſothly for to ſay,</l>
               <l>The remnaunt, couered well to my pay,</l>
               <l>Right with a little kerchefe of Valence,</l>
               <l>There was no thicker clothe of defence.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The place gaue a thouſand ſauours ſoote,</l>
               <l>And Bacchus God of Wine ſate her beſide,</l>
               <l>And Ceres next, that doeth of hunger boote,</l>
               <l>And as I ſaid, a middes lay Cupide,</l>
               <l>To whom on knees, the yong folkes cride</l>
               <l>To be their helpe, but thus I let her lie,</l>
               <l>And farther in the temple I gan eſpie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>That in diſpite of Diane the chaſte,</l>
               <l>Full many a bowe ibroke hing on the wall,</l>
               <l>Of maidens, ſoch as gone her times waſte</l>
               <l>In her ſeruice: and painted ouer all,</l>
               <l>Of many a ſtorie, of which I touch ſhall</l>
               <l>A fewe, as of Calixte, and Athalant,</l>
               <l>And many a maid, of which y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> name I want.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Semyramus, Candace, and Hercules,</l>
               <l>Biblis, Dido, Tiſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>e, and Piramus,</l>
               <l>Triſtram, I ſoude, Paris, and Achilles,</l>
               <l>Helaine, Cleopatre, and Troilus,</l>
               <l>Sylla, and eke the mother of Romulus,</l>
               <l>All theſe were paynted on that other ſide,</l>
               <l>And all her loue, and in what plite they dide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When I was commen ayen into the place</l>
               <l>That I of ſpake, that was ſo ſoote and grene,</l>
               <l>Forth walked I tho, my ſeluen to ſolace,</l>
               <l>Tho was I ware, where there ſate a Quene,</l>
               <l>That as of light, the Sommer ſunne ſhene</l>
               <l>Paſſeth the Sterre, right ſo ouer meaſure,</l>
               <l>She fairer was than any creature.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And in a laund, vpon an hill of floures,</l>
               <l>Was ſet this noble Goddeſſe Nature,</l>
               <l>Of branches were her halles and her boures</l>
               <l>I wrought, after her craft and her meaſure,</l>
               <l>Ne there nas foul, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> cometh of engendure,</l>
               <l>That there ne were preſt, in her preſence,</l>
               <l>To take her dome, and yeue her audience.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For this was on ſainct Valentines day,</l>
               <l>When euery foul cometh to cheſe her make,</l>
               <l>Of euery kind, that men thinke may,</l>
               <l>And that ſo huge a noiſe gan they make,</l>
               <l>That yearth, ſea, and tree, and euery lake,</l>
               <l>So full was, that vnneth there was ſpace</l>
               <l>For me to ſtand, to full was all the place.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And right as Alaine, in the plaint of kind,</l>
               <l>Deuiſeth Nature, of ſuch araie and face,</l>
               <l>In ſoche aray, men might her there find.</l>
               <l>This noble Empreſſe full of all grace,</l>
               <l>Bad euery foule take her owne place,</l>
               <l>As they were wont alway, fro yere to yere,</l>
               <l>On ſainct Valentines day, ſtanden there.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>That is to ſay, the foules of rauine</l>
               <l>Were higheſt ſet, and then the foules ſmale,</l>
               <l>That eaten, as that Nature would encline,</l>
               <l>As worme or thing, of which I tell no tale,</l>
               <l>But water foule ſat loweſt in the dale,</l>
               <l>And foules that liueth by ſeed ſat on y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> grene,</l>
               <l>And that ſo many, that wonder was to ſene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>There might men the royall Egle find,</l>
               <l>That with his ſharpe looke perſeth the ſon,</l>
               <l>And other Egles of a lower kind,</l>
               <l>Of which that clerkes well deuiſen con,</l>
               <l>There was the tyrant with his fethers don,</l>
               <l>And grene, I mean the goſhauke y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> doth pine</l>
               <l>To birdes, for his outragious rauine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The gentle faucon, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> with his fete diſtreineth</l>
               <l>The kings hand, the hardy Sperhauke eke,</l>
               <l>The Quales foe, the Merlion that peineth</l>
               <l>Himſelf full oft the Larke for to ſeke,</l>
               <l>There was the Doue, with her iyen meke,</l>
               <l>The jelous Swan, ayenſt his deth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſingeth,</l>
               <l>The Oul eke, that of deth the bode bringeth.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The Crane, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Geant, with his tromps ſoune,</l>
               <l>The theif the Chough, and y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> chattring Pie,</l>
               <l>The ſcorning Iaie, the Eles foe the Heroune,</l>
               <l>The falſe Lapwing, full of trecherie,</l>
               <l>The Stare, that the counſaile can bewrie,</l>
               <l>The tame Ruddocke, and the coward Kite,</l>
               <l>The Cocke, that horiloge is of thropes lite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The Sparow Venus ſon, &amp; the Nightingale</l>
               <l>That cleapeth forth the freſh leaues new,</l>
               <l>The Swalow, murdrer of the Bees ſmale,</l>
               <l>That maken honie of floures freſh of hew,</l>
               <l>The wedded Turtell, with his harte true,</l>
               <l>The Pecocke, with his angel fethers bright,</l>
               <l>The Feſaunt, ſcorner of the Cocke by night.</l>
               <l>
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The waker Goſe, the Cuckowe euer vnkind,</l>
               <l>The Popingeie, full of delicaſie,</l>
               <l>The Drake, ſtroier of his owne kind,</l>
               <l>The Stroke, wreker of aduoutrie,</l>
               <l>The hote Cormeraunt, ful of glotonie,</l>
               <l>The Rauin and the Crowe, with her voyce of care,</l>
               <l>The Troſtell old, and the Froſtie feldfare.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>What ſhould I ſay, of fouls of euery kind,</l>
               <l>That in this world haue fethers and ſtature,</l>
               <l>Men might in that place aſſembled find,</l>
               <l>Before that noble Goddeſs of Nature,</l>
               <l>And eche of them did his buſie cure,</l>
               <l>Benignely to cheſe, or for to take</l>
               <l>By her accorde, his formell or his make.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But to the poinct, Nature held on her hond,</l>
               <l>A formell Egle, of ſhape the gentilleſt,</l>
               <l>That euer ſhe among her workes fond,</l>
               <l>The moſt benigne, and eke the goodlieſt,</l>
               <l>In her was euery vertue, at his reſt</l>
               <l>So farforth, that Nature her ſelfe had bliſſe,</l>
               <l>To looke on her, and oft her beeke to kiſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Nature, the vicare of the almightie Lord,</l>
               <l>That hote, colde, heuie, light, moiſt, and drie,</l>
               <l>Hath knit, by euen nomber of accord,</l>
               <l>In eaſie voice, began to ſpeake and ſay,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Foules take hede of my ſentence I pray,</l>
               <l>And for your own eaſe, in fordring of your need,</l>
               <l>As faſt as I may ſpeak, I will me ſpeed.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Ye know wel, how on S. Valentines day,</l>
               <l>By my ſtatute, and through my gouernance,</l>
               <l>Ye doe cheſe your makes, and after flie away</l>
               <l>With hem, as I pricke you with pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe, as by rightfull ordinaunce,</l>
               <l>May I not let, for all this world to win,</l>
               <l>But he that moſt worthieſt is, ſhall begin.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The tercell Egle, as ye know full wele,</l>
               <l>The foule royall, aboue you all in degre,</l>
               <l>The wiſe &amp; worthie, the ſecret true as ſtele,</l>
               <l>The which I haue formed, as ye may ſee,</l>
               <l>In euery parte, as it beſt liketh mee,</l>
               <l>It nedeth not his ſhape you to deuiſe,</l>
               <l>He ſhall firſt cheſe, and ſpeaken in his giſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And after him, by order ſhall ye cheſe,</l>
               <l>After your kind, euerich as you liketh,</l>
               <l>And as your hap is, ſhall ye win or leſe,</l>
               <l>But which of you, that loue moſt entriketh,</l>
               <l>God ſende him her, that ſoreſt for him ſiketh:</l>
               <l>And therewithall, the Tercell gan ſhe call,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, my ſonne the choiſe is to thee fall.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But natheleſſe, in this condicion</l>
               <l>Muſt be the choice, of eueriche that is here,</l>
               <l>That ſhe agree to his election,</l>
               <l>Who ſo he be, that ſhould been her fere,</l>
               <l>This is our vſage alway, fro yere to yere,</l>
               <l>And who ſo may at this time haue his grace,</l>
               <l>Inbliſfull time he came into this place.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>With hed enclined, &amp; with ful humble chere,</l>
               <l>This roial Tercell ſpake, &amp; taried nought,</l>
               <l>Vnto my ſoueraine Lady, and not my fere,</l>
               <l>I choſe and cheſe, with will, hart, &amp; thought,</l>
               <l>The Formell on your hand, ſo wel iwrought,</l>
               <l>Whoſe I am all, and euer will her ſerue,</l>
               <l>Doe what her luſte, to doe me liue or ſterue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Beſechyng her of mercy, and of grace,</l>
               <l>As ſhe that is my Ladie ſouerain,</l>
               <l>Or let me die here preſent in this place,</l>
               <l>For certes long may I not liue in pain,</l>
               <l>For in my harte is coruen euery vain,</l>
               <l>Hauing regard onely to my trouth,</l>
               <l>My dere harte, haue on my wo ſome routh.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And if I be found to her vntrue,</l>
               <l>Diſobeiſaunt, or wilfull negligent,</l>
               <l>Auauntour, or in proceſſe loue a newe,</l>
               <l>I pray to you this be my judgement,</l>
               <l>That with theſe foules I be all to rent,</l>
               <l>That ilke day that ſhe me euer find</l>
               <l>To her vntrue, or in my gilte vnkind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And ſith that none loueth her ſo well as I,</l>
               <l>Although ſhe neuer of loue me beher,</l>
               <l>Then ought ſhe be mine through her mercy,</l>
               <l>For other bonde can I none on her knet:</l>
               <l>For well nor wo neuer ſhall I let</l>
               <l>To ſerue her, how farre ſo that ſhe wende,</l>
               <l>Say what you liſt my tale is at an ende.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Right as the freſh redde Roſe newe,</l>
               <l>Againſt the Sommer Sunne coloured is,</l>
               <l>Right ſo for ſhame all waxen gan the hewe</l>
               <l>Of this Formell, when ſhe heard all this,</l>
               <l>Neither ſhe anſwerde well, ne ſaid amis,</l>
               <l>So ſore abaſhed was ſhe, till that Nature</l>
               <l>Said, doughter drede you not, I you aſſure.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Another Tercell Egle ſpake anon,</l>
               <l>Of lower kind, and ſaid that ſhould not be,</l>
               <l>I loue her better than ye doe, by ſainct Iohn,</l>
               <l>Or at the leaſt I loue her as well as ye,</l>
               <l>And lenger haue ſerued her in my degree,</l>
               <l>And if ſhe ſhould haue loued for long louing,</l>
               <l>To me alone had be the guerdoning.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I dare eke ſay, if ſhe me finde falſe,</l>
               <l>Vnkind, jangler, or rebell in any wiſe,</l>
               <l>Or jelous, doe me hang by the halfe,</l>
               <l>And but I beare me in her ſeruiſe</l>
               <l>As well as my wit can me ſuffiſe,</l>
               <l>Fro poinct to poinct, her honour for to ſaue,</l>
               <l>Take ſhe my life, and all the good I haue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The third Tercell Egle anſwerde tho,</l>
               <l>Now ſirs, ye ſee the little leaſer here,</l>
               <l>For euery foule crieth out to be ago</l>
               <l>Forth with his make, or with his Lady dere<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
               </l>
               <l>And eke nature her ſelf ne will not here</l>
               <l>For tarying her, not half that I would ſey,</l>
               <l>And but I ſpeake, I muſt for ſorrow dey.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Of long ſeruice auaunt I me nothing,</l>
               <l>But as poſſible is me to die to day,</l>
               <l>For wo, as he that hath be ſanguiſhing</l>
               <l>This twenty winter, and wel it happen may,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="423" facs="tcp:51487:231"/>
A man may ſerve better, and more to pay,</l>
               <l>In half a year, although it were no more,</l>
               <l>Than ſome man doth, that hath ſerved full yore.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I ne ſay not this by me, for I ne can</l>
               <l>Do no ſervice that may my lady pleaſe,</l>
               <l>But I dare ſay, I am her treweſt man,</l>
               <l>As to my dome, and faineſt wold her pleaſe:</l>
               <l>At ſhort wordes, till that death me ceaſe,</l>
               <l>I will be hers, whether I wake or winke,</l>
               <l>And trewe in all that hert may bethinke.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Of al my life ſith that day I was borne,</l>
               <l>So gentle plee in love or other thing,</l>
               <l>Ne herde never no man me beforne,</l>
               <l>Who ſo that had leiſer and conning,</l>
               <l>For to rehearſe their chere, &amp; their ſpeaking,</l>
               <l>And from the morrow gan this ſpech laſt,</l>
               <l>Till downward went the ſunne wonder faſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The noyſe of foules for to be deliverd,</l>
               <l>So loude rang, Have don and let vs wend,</l>
               <l>That well weend I, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wood had al to ſhiverd:</l>
               <l>Come off they cryd, alas, ye will us ſhend,</l>
               <l>When ſhal your curſed pleding have an end,</l>
               <l>* How ſhould a Iudge either party leue,</l>
               <l>For ye or nay, without any preue?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The goos, the duck, and the cuckow alſo,</l>
               <l>Socried keke, keke, cuckow, queke queke hie,</l>
               <l>Through mine eares the noiſe went tho.</l>
               <l>The goos ſaid then al this nys worth a flie,</l>
               <l>But I can ſhape hereof a remedie,</l>
               <l>And will ſay my verdite, faire and ſwithe,</l>
               <l>For water foule, whoſo be wroth or blithe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And I for worm foule, ſaid the fole cuckow now,</l>
               <l>For I will of mine own authorite,</l>
               <l>For common ſpede, take on me the charge</l>
               <l>For to deliver us, it is great charite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Ye may abide a while, yet perde,</l>
               <l>(Qd. the turtel) if it be your will,</l>
               <l>A wight may ſpeak, it were as good be ſtill.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I am a ſede foule, one the vnworthieſt,</l>
               <l>That wore I well, and leeſt of comming,</l>
               <l>But better is that a wights tonge reſt,</l>
               <l>Than entremete him of ſuch doing</l>
               <l>Of which he neither rede can nor ſing,</l>
               <l>And who ſo it doth, full foule himſelf acloyeth,</l>
               <l>* For office vncommitted, oft annoyeth.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Nature, which that alway had an eare,</l>
               <l>To murmure of the lewdeneſſe behind,</l>
               <l>With facond voice ſaid, hold your tongues there,</l>
               <l>And I ſhall ſoone, I hope, a counſaile find,</l>
               <l>You for to deliver, &amp; fro this noyſe vnbind:</l>
               <l>I charge of euery flock ye ſhall one call,</l>
               <l>To ſay the verdite of you foules all.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Aſſented were to this concluſion,</l>
               <l>The birdes all: and foules of ravine</l>
               <l>Have choſen firſt by plaine election,</l>
               <l>The Tercelet, of the faucon to define</l>
               <l>All her ſencence, and as him luſt to termine,</l>
               <l>And to Nature him they did preſent,</l>
               <l>And ſhe accepteth him with glad enrent.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The tercelet ſaid then in this manere,</l>
               <l>Full hard it were to preve it by reaſon,</l>
               <l>Who loueth beſt this gentle Formell here,</l>
               <l>For everich hath ſuch replicatioun,</l>
               <l>That by skils may none be brought adoun,</l>
               <l>I cannot ſee that arguments availe,</l>
               <l>Then ſeemeth it there muſt be battaſle.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>All ready (qd. theſe Eagle tercels tho:)</l>
               <l>Nay ſirs (qd. he) if that I durſt it ſay,</l>
               <l>Ye do me wrong, my tale is not ydo:</l>
               <l>For ſirs, taketh nat a greefe I pray,</l>
               <l>It may not be as ye would, in this way,</l>
               <l>Ours is the voice, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> have the charge in hand,</l>
               <l>And to the Iudges dome ye muſt ſtand.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And therefore peace I ſay, as to my wit,</l>
               <l>Me would thinke, how that the worthieſt</l>
               <l>Of knighthood, and lengeſt had vſed it,</l>
               <l>Moſt of eſtate, of blood the gentilleſt,</l>
               <l>Were fitting for her, if that her leſt,</l>
               <l>And of theſe three, ſhe wote her ſelfe I trow</l>
               <l>Which that he be, for it is light to know.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The water foules have their heads laid</l>
               <l>Togider, and of ſhort aviſement,</l>
               <l>When everiche had his verdite ſaid,</l>
               <l>They ſaid ſoothly all by one aſſent,</l>
               <l>How that the goos, with the facond gent,</l>
               <l>That ſo deſireth to pronounce our nede,</l>
               <l>Shal tel her tale, and praid to God her ſpede.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And for theſe water foules tho began</l>
               <l>The Gooſe to ſpeake, and in her cakeling,</l>
               <l>She ſaid, peace now, take keepe every man,</l>
               <l>And herken which a reaſon I ſhall forth bring,</l>
               <l>My witte is ſharpe, I love no tarrying,</l>
               <l>I ſay I rede him, tho he were my brother,</l>
               <l>* But ſhe will love him, let him love another.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Lo here a parfite reaſon of a gooſe</l>
               <l>(Qd. the ſperhauke) neuer mote ſhe thee,</l>
               <l>Lo ſuch a thing it is to have a tongue loſe:</l>
               <l>Now parde foole, yet were it better for thee</l>
               <l>Haue held thy peace, than ſhewd thy nicete,</l>
               <l>It lieth nat in his wit, nor in his will,</l>
               <l>* But ſooth is ſaid, a fool cannot be ſtill.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The laughter aroſe of gentill foules all,</l>
               <l>And right anone the ſeed foules choſen had</l>
               <l>The turtle true, and gan her to hem call,</l>
               <l>And prayed her to ſay the ſooth ſad</l>
               <l>Of this matter, and asked what ſhe rad?</l>
               <l>And ſhe anſwerd, that plainly her entent</l>
               <l>She would ſhew, and ſoothly what ſhe ment.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Nay, God forbede a lover ſhould chaunge,</l>
               <l>The Turtle ſaid (and wext for ſhame all red)</l>
               <l>Though that his lady evermore be ſtraunge,</l>
               <l>Yet let him ſerve her alway, till he be deed,</l>
               <l>Forſooth, I praiſe not the gooſes reed,</l>
               <l>For tho ſhe died, I would none other make,</l>
               <l>I will be hers, till that the death me take.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>Well yhourded (qd. the duck) by my hat,</l>
               <l>That men ſhould love alway cauſeleſſe,</l>
               <l>Who can a reaſon find, or wit in that,</l>
               <l>Daunceth he merry that is mirthleſſe,</l>
               <l>Who ſhould recke of that is retchleſſe,</l>
               <l>Ye queke yet, qd. the duck, full well and fair,</l>
               <l>There be mo ſterres in the skie than a pair.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Now fie churle, qd. the gentle Tercelet,</l>
               <l>Out of the dunghill came that word aright,</l>
               <l>Thou canſt not ſee which thing is well beſet,</l>
               <l>Thou fareſt by love as Dwles do by light,</l>
               <l>The day hem blindeth, full well they ſee by night,</l>
               <l>Thy kind is of ſo low wretchedneſs,</l>
               <l>That what love is, thou canſt not ſe nor geſs.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Tho gan y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cuckow put him forth in preace,</l>
               <l>For foule that eateth worme, and ſaid bliue:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>So I, qd. he, may have my make in peace,</l>
               <l>I retch not how long that ye ſtrive,</l>
               <l>Let ech of hem be ſoleine all her live,</l>
               <l>This is my rede, ſens they may nat accord,</l>
               <l>This ſhort ſeſſon needeth not record.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Ye, have the glutton filde his paunch,</l>
               <l>Then are we well, ſaid the Emerlon,</l>
               <l>Thou murdrer of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heyſugge on the braunch</l>
               <l>That brought thee forth, thou ruful glutton,</l>
               <l>Live thou ſolein, wormes corruption,</l>
               <l>For no force is of lack of thy nature,</l>
               <l>Go, leud be thou while the world may dure.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Now peace, qd. Nature, I commaund here,</l>
               <l>For I have heard all your opinion,</l>
               <l>And in effect yet be we neuer the nere,</l>
               <l>But finally, this is my concluſion,</l>
               <l>That ſhe her ſelfe ſhall have her election</l>
               <l>Of whom her liſt, who ſo be wrothe or blithe,</l>
               <l>Him that ſhe cheſeth, he ſhall her haue as ſwithe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For fith it may not here diſcuſſed be</l>
               <l>Who loveth her beſt, as ſaid the Tercelet,</l>
               <l>Then woll I done this favour to her, that ſhe</l>
               <l>Shall have right him, on whom her hert is ſet,</l>
               <l>And he her, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> his hert hath on her knet,</l>
               <l>This iudge I nature, for I may not lie</l>
               <l>To none eſtate, I have none other eye.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But as for counſaile, for to chuſe a make,</l>
               <l>If I were reaſon, then would I</l>
               <l>Counſaile you, the royal Tercell take,</l>
               <l>As ſaid the Tercelet, full skilfully,</l>
               <l>As for the gentilleſt, and moſt worthy,</l>
               <l>Which I have wroght ſo wel to my pleſaunce</l>
               <l>That to you it ought ben a ſuffiſaunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>With dredeful voice y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Formel her anſwerd,</l>
               <l>My rightful lady, goddeſs of Nature,</l>
               <l>Sooth is, that I am ever under your yerd,</l>
               <l>As is everich other creature,</l>
               <l>And muſt be yours while my life may dure,</l>
               <l>And therefore graunt me my firſt boone,</l>
               <l>And mine entent, you woll I ſay right ſoone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I graunt it you, qd. ſhe, and right anone</l>
               <l>This formel Eagle ſpake in this degree:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Almighty quene, unto this year be done</l>
               <l>I aske reſpite for to aviſen mee,</l>
               <l>And after that to have my choice all free,</l>
               <l>This all &amp; ſome, that I would ſpeak and ſey,</l>
               <l>Ye get no more, although ye do me dey.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I woll not ſeruen Venus ne Cupide,</l>
               <l>Forſooth as yet, by no manner way.</l>
               <l>Now ſens it may none other ways betide</l>
               <l>(Qd. Nature) here is no more to ſay,</l>
               <l>Then would I that theſe foules were away,</l>
               <l>Ech with his make, for tarying lenger here,</l>
               <l>And ſaid hem thus, as ye ſhall after here.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>To you ſpeke I, ye Tercelets (qd. Nature)</l>
               <l>Beth of good hert, and ſerveth all three,</l>
               <l>A yeare is not ſo long to endure,</l>
               <l>And ech of you paine him in his degree,</l>
               <l>For to do well, for God wote quit is ſhe</l>
               <l>Fro you this year, what after fo befall,</l>
               <l>This entremes is dreſſed fro you all.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And when this werk brought was to an end,</l>
               <l>To every foule Nature yave his make,</l>
               <l>By even accord, and on her way they wend,</l>
               <l>And lord the bliſſe and joy that they make,</l>
               <l>For ech of hem gan other in his wings take,</l>
               <l>And with her neckes ech gan other wind,</l>
               <l>Thanking alway the noble goddeſs of kind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But firſt were choſen foules for to ſing,</l>
               <l>As yere by yere was alway her vſaunce,</l>
               <l>To ſing a roundel at her departing,</l>
               <l>To do Nature honour and pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>The note I trow maked was in Fraunce,</l>
               <l>The words were ſuch, as ye may here find,</l>
               <l>The next verſe, as I now have in mind.</l>
               <l>Qui bien ayme tard oublye.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Now welcome ſummer, with thy ſunnes ſoft,</l>
               <l>That haſt this winter weathers overſhake,</l>
               <l>Saint Valentine, thou art full high on loft,</l>
               <l>Which driueſt away the long nights blake,</l>
               <l>Thus ſingen ſmale foules for thy ſake,</l>
               <l>Well have they cauſe for to gladen oft,</l>
               <l>Sens each of hem recovered hath his make,</l>
               <l>Full blisful may they ſing when they awake.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And with the ſhouting when her ſong was do,</l>
               <l>That the foules made at her flight away,</l>
               <l>I woke, and other bookes took me to</l>
               <l>To rede upon, and yet I rede alway,</l>
               <l>I hope ywis to rede ſo ſome day,</l>
               <l>That I ſhall mete ſomething for to fare</l>
               <l>The bet, and thus to rede I nill not ſpare.</l>
            </lg>
            <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
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            <head>The Floure of Courteſie.</head>
            <byline>Made by John Lidgate.</byline>
            <argument>
               <p>In this Book is ſet forth the rare vertues of a cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tain
Lady. Made by John Lidgate, as ſome
think, in the behalf of ſome Gentlewoman
in the Court.</p>
            </argument>
            <lg>
               <l>IN Feuerier, when the froſty Moone</l>
               <l>Was horned, full of Phebus fiery light,</l>
               <l>And y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhe gan to reyſe her ſtreams ſoone,</l>
               <l>Saint Valentine, upon the blisful night</l>
               <l>Of duty, when glad is every wight,</l>
               <l>And foules cheſe, to void her old ſorrow,</l>
               <l>Eueriche his make vpon the next morrow.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The ſame time I heard a larke ſing</l>
               <l>Full luſtely, again the morrow gray,</l>
               <l>Awake ye lovers out of your ſlumbring</l>
               <l>This glad morrow, in all the haſte ye may,</l>
               <l>Some obſervaunce doth vnto this day,</l>
               <l>Your choiſe ayen of heart to renew</l>
               <l>In confirming for ever to be trew.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And ye that be of choſing at your large</l>
               <l>This luſty day, by cuſtom of nature,</l>
               <l>Take vpon you the blisful holy charge,</l>
               <l>To ſerve loue, while your life may dure,</l>
               <l>With heart, body, and all your buſie cure,</l>
               <l>For euermore, as Venus and Cipride</l>
               <l>For you diſpoſeth, and the god Cupide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For joy owe we plainly to obey</l>
               <l>Vnto this lords mighty ordinaunce,</l>
               <l>And mercileſſe rather for to dey,</l>
               <l>Than euer in you be founden variaunce,</l>
               <l>And thogh your life be medled w<hi rend="sup">th</hi> greuaunce</l>
               <l>And at your heart cloſet be your wound,</l>
               <l>Bethe alway one, there as ye are bound.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>That when I had heard and liſted long</l>
               <l>With deuout heart the luſty melodie</l>
               <l>Of this heavenly comfortable ſong,</l>
               <l>So agreeable, as by ermonie,</l>
               <l>I roſe anone, and faſt gan me hie</l>
               <l>Toward a grove, and the way take,</l>
               <l>Foules to ſeen, euerich chooſe his make.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And yet I was full thruſty in languiſhing,</l>
               <l>Mine ague was ſo fervent in his hete,</l>
               <l>When Aurora for drery complaining</l>
               <l>Can diſtill her chryſtal teares wete</l>
               <l>Vpon the ſoyle, with ſilver dew ſo ſwete,</l>
               <l>For ſhe durſt for ſhame not appeare</l>
               <l>Vnder the light of Phebus beames clere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And ſo for anguiſh of my paines kene,</l>
               <l>And for conſtraint of my ſighes ſore,</l>
               <l>I ſet me downe under a laurer grene</l>
               <l>Full pitouſly, and alway more and more,</l>
               <l>As I beheld into the holts hore,</l>
               <l>I gan complain mine inward deadly ſmert,</l>
               <l>That aye ſo ſore crampiſh at mine hert.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And while that I in my drery paine</l>
               <l>Sate, and beheld about on every tree,</l>
               <l>The foules ſit alway twaine and twaine,</l>
               <l>Then thought I thus, alas what may this be,</l>
               <l>That euery foule hath his liberte</l>
               <l>Freely to chuſe after his deſire</l>
               <l>Eueriche his make, thus fro yere to yere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The ſely Wren, the Tytemoſe alſo,</l>
               <l>The little Redbreſt have free election</l>
               <l>To flyen yferre, and together go</l>
               <l>Where as hem liſt, about enuiron,</l>
               <l>As they of kind haue inclination,</l>
               <l>And as Nature, empreſſe and guide</l>
               <l>Of euery thing, liſt to prouide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But man alone, alas the hard ſtound,</l>
               <l>Full cruelly, by kinds of ordinaunce</l>
               <l>Conſtrained is, and by ſtatute bound</l>
               <l>And debarred from all ſuch pleaſaunce.</l>
               <l>What meneth this, what is this purveiaunce</l>
               <l>Of God above, againe all right of kind,</l>
               <l>Without cauſe ſo narrow man to bind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus may I ſeene and plaine, alas</l>
               <l>My woful houre, and my diſauenture,</l>
               <l>That dulfully ſtond in the ſame caas,</l>
               <l>So ferre behind from all health and cure,</l>
               <l>My wound abideth like a ſurſanure,</l>
               <l>For me fortune ſo felly liſt diſpoſe,</l>
               <l>My harm is hid, that I dare not diſcloſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For I my hert have ſet in ſuch a place,</l>
               <l>Where I am neuer likely for to ſpede,</l>
               <l>So farre I am hindred from her grace,</l>
               <l>That ſaue danger, I haue none other mede:</l>
               <l>And thus alas, I not who ſhall me rede,</l>
               <l>Ne for mine helpe ſhape remedy,</l>
               <l>For male bouche, and for falſe envy.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The which twaine aye ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ondeth in my wey</l>
               <l>Maliciouſly, and falſe ſuſpection</l>
               <l>Is very cauſe alſo that I dey,</l>
               <l>Ginning and root of my deſtruction,</l>
               <l>So that I fele in concluſion,</l>
               <l>With her traines that they woll me ſhend,</l>
               <l>Of my labour that death more make an end.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Yet or I die, with hert, will, and thought,</l>
               <l>To god of loue this auow I make,</l>
               <l>As I beſt can, how dere that it be bought,</l>
               <l>Where ſo it be that I ſleepe or wake,</l>
               <l>While Boreas doth the leaves ſhake,</l>
               <l>As I have hight, plainly till I ſterue,</l>
               <l>For wele or wo, that I ſhall her ſerve.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And for her ſake now this holy time,</l>
               <l>Saint Valentine, ſomewhat ſhall I write,</l>
               <l>Although ſo be that I can nat rime,</l>
               <l>Nor curiouſly by no craft endite,</l>
               <l>Yet leuer I haue, that ſhe put the wite</l>
               <l>In vnconning, than in negligence,</l>
               <l>Whatever I ſay of her excellence.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Whatever I ſay is of dutee</l>
               <l>In ſoothfaſtneſſe, and no preſumption,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="426" facs="tcp:51487:233"/>
This I enſure to you that ſhall it ſee,</l>
               <l>That it is all vnder correction,</l>
               <l>What I rehearſe in commendation</l>
               <l>Of her, that I ſhall to you as blive,</l>
               <l>So as I can, her vertues here diſcrive.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Right by example, as the ſummer ſunne</l>
               <l>Paſſeth the ſterre, with his beames ſhene,</l>
               <l>And Lucifer among the skies dunne</l>
               <l>A morrow ſheweth, to void nights tene,</l>
               <l>So verily, withouten any wene,</l>
               <l>My Lady paſſeth, who ſo taketh hede,</l>
               <l>All tho alive, to ſpeake of womanhede,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And as the Ruby hath the ſoveraignty</l>
               <l>Of rich ſtones, and the regaly,</l>
               <l>And the roſe of ſweetneſſe and beauty</l>
               <l>Of freſh floures, without any lye,</l>
               <l>Right ſo in ſooth, with her goodly eye,</l>
               <l>She paſſeth all in bounty and faireneſſe,</l>
               <l>Of manner eke, and of gentleneſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For ſhe is both the faireſt and the beſt,</l>
               <l>To reken all, in very ſoothfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>For every vertue is in her at reſt:</l>
               <l>And furthermore, to ſpeake of ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>She is the root, and of ſeemelineſſe</l>
               <l>The very mirrour, and of governaunce,</l>
               <l>To all example, withouten variaunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Of port benigne, and wonder glad of there,</l>
               <l>Having evermore her trew advertence</l>
               <l>Alway to reaſon, ſo that her deſire</l>
               <l>Is brideled aye by wit and providence,</l>
               <l>Thereto of wit, and of high prudence,</l>
               <l>She is the well, aye devoid of pride,</l>
               <l>That vnto vertue her ſelven is the guide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And over this, in her dalliaunce,</l>
               <l>Lowly ſhe is, diſcreet, and wiſe,</l>
               <l>And goodly glad, by attemperaunce,</l>
               <l>That every wight, of high and low degree,</l>
               <l>Are glad in heart with her for to be,</l>
               <l>So that ſhortly, if I ſhall not lye,</l>
               <l>She named is, the Floure of Courteſie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And there to ſpeake of feminity,</l>
               <l>The leaſt manniſh in compariſon,</l>
               <l>Goodly abaſhed, having aye pity</l>
               <l>Of hem that ben in tribulation,</l>
               <l>For ſhe alone is conſolation</l>
               <l>To all that arne in miſcheefe and in nede,</l>
               <l>To comfort hem of her womanhede.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And aye in vertue is her buſie charge,</l>
               <l>Sad and demure, and but of words few,</l>
               <l>Dredefull alſo of rongues that ben large,</l>
               <l>Eſchowing aye hem, that liſten to hew</l>
               <l>Above her head, her words for to ſhew,</l>
               <l>Diſhoneſtly to ſpeake of any wight</l>
               <l>She deadly hateth, of hem to have a ſight.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The hert of whom ſo honeſt is ahd cleane,</l>
               <l>And her entent ſo faithfull and entere,</l>
               <l>That ſhe ne may for all the world ſuſtene,</l>
               <l>To ſuffer her eares any word to here</l>
               <l>Of friend nor foe, neither ferre ne nere,</l>
               <l>Amiſſe reſowning y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hinder ſhould his name,</l>
               <l>And if ſhe do, ſhe wexeth red for ſhame.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>So truly in meaning ſhe is ſet</l>
               <l>Without chaunging, or any doubleneſſe,</l>
               <l>For bounty and beauty are together knet</l>
               <l>In her perſon, under faithfulneſſe.</l>
               <l>For void ſhe is of newfangleneſſe,</l>
               <l>In heart aye one, for ever to perſever</l>
               <l>There ſhe is ſette, and never to diſſever.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I am too rude, her vertues everychone</l>
               <l>Cunningly to diſcrive and write,</l>
               <l>For well ye wore colour have I none,</l>
               <l>Like her diſcretion, craftely to endite,</l>
               <l>For what I ſay, all it is too lite,</l>
               <l>Wherefore to you, thus I me excuſe,</l>
               <l>That I acquainted am not with no muſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>By Rhetoricke my ſtile to gouerne,</l>
               <l>In her preiſe and commendation,</l>
               <l>I am too blind ſo highly to diſcerne,</l>
               <l>Of her goodneſſe to make deſcription</l>
               <l>Save thus I ſay in concluſion,</l>
               <l>If that I ſhall ſhortly commend,</l>
               <l>In her is naught that nature can amend.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For good ſhe is, like to Polixene,</l>
               <l>And in faireneſſe to the queene Helaine,</l>
               <l>Stedfaſt of heart, as was Dorigene,</l>
               <l>And wifely trouth, if I ſhall nar faine,</l>
               <l>In conſtaunce eke and faith ſhe may attaine</l>
               <l>To Cleopatra, and thereto as ſetrone,</l>
               <l>As was of Troy the white Antigone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>As Heſter meke, like Iudith of prudence,</l>
               <l>Kind as Alceſte, or Marcia Catoun,</l>
               <l>And to Griſilde like in patience,</l>
               <l>And Ariadne of diſcretioun,</l>
               <l>And to Lucrece, that was of Rome toun,</l>
               <l>She may be likened as for honeſte,</l>
               <l>And for her faith vnto Penelope,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>To faire Phillis, and to Hipſiphile,</l>
               <l>For innocence, and for womanhede,</l>
               <l>For ſeemlineſſe vnto Canace,</l>
               <l>And over this, to ſpeake of goodlyhede,</l>
               <l>She paſſeth all that I can of rede,</l>
               <l>For word and deed, that ſhe naught ne fall,</l>
               <l>Accord in vertue, and her werkes all.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For though that Dido, with wit ſage,</l>
               <l>Was in her time ſtedfaſt to Enee,</l>
               <l>Of haſtineſſe yet ſhe did outrage,</l>
               <l>And ſo for Iaſon did alſo Medee,</l>
               <l>But my Lady is ſo aviſee,</l>
               <l>That bounty &amp; beauty both in her demaine,</l>
               <l>She maketh bounty alway ſoveraine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This is too meane, bounty goth afore,</l>
               <l>Lad by prudence, and hath the ſoverainte,</l>
               <l>And beauty followeth, ruled by her ſore,</l>
               <l>That ſhe ne fende her in no degree,</l>
               <l>So that in one, this goodly freſh free</l>
               <l>Surmounting all, withouten any were,</l>
               <l>Is good and faire in one perſone yfere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>And though that I for very ignoraunce</l>
               <l>Ne may diſcrive her vertues by and by,</l>
               <l>Yet on this day for a remembraunce,</l>
               <l>Onely ſupported under her mercy,</l>
               <l>With quaking hond I ſhall full humbly</l>
               <l>To her highneſſe, my rudeneſſe for to quite,</l>
               <l>A little ballade here beneath endite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Ever as I can ſurpriſe in mine hert</l>
               <l>Alway with feare, betwixt drede and ſhame,</l>
               <l>Leaſt out of loſe any word aſtert</l>
               <l>In this mytre, to make it ſeeme lame,</l>
               <l>Chaucer is dead, that had ſuch a name</l>
               <l>Of faire making, that without wene</l>
               <l>Faireſt in our tongue, as the Laurer grene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>We may aſſay for to countrefete</l>
               <l>His gay ſtile, but it woll not be,</l>
               <l>The well is drie, with the licour ſwete,</l>
               <l>Both of Clye, and of Caliope,</l>
               <l>And firſt of all I woll excuſe me</l>
               <l>To her that is ground of goodlihede,</l>
               <l>And thus I ſay vntill her womanhede.</l>
            </lg>
            <div type="part">
               <head>¶Ballade ſimple.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>WIth all my might, and my beſtentent,</l>
                  <l>With all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> faith y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> mighty God of kind</l>
                  <l>Me yave, ſith hee mee ſoule &amp; knowing ſent,</l>
                  <l>I cheſe, and to this bond ever I me bind</l>
                  <l>To love you beſt, while I have life &amp; mind,</l>
                  <l>Thus heard I foules in the dawning,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the day of ſaint Valentine ſing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet cheſe I at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> beginning, in this entent</l>
                  <l>To love you, though I no mercy find,</l>
                  <l>And if you liſt I died, I would aſſent,</l>
                  <l>As ever twinne I quicke of this line,</l>
                  <l>Suffiſeth me to ſeene your feathers ynde,</l>
                  <l>Thus heard I foules in the morning</l>
                  <l>Vpon the day of ſaint Valentine ſing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And over this, mine hearts luſt to bent</l>
                  <l>In honour onely of the wood bind,</l>
                  <l>Holly I yeve, never to repent,</l>
                  <l>In joy or wo, where ſo that I wind,</l>
                  <l>Tofore Cupide, with his eyen blind,</l>
                  <l>The foules all when Titan did ſpring,</l>
                  <l>With devout heart me thought I heard ſing.</l>
               </lg>
               <div type="envoy">
                  <head>¶Lenuoye.</head>
                  <l>Princeſſe of beauty, to you I repreſent</l>
                  <l>This ſimyle dity, rude as in making,</l>
                  <l>Of heart and will, faithfull in mine entent,</l>
                  <l>Like as this day foules heard I ſing.</l>
               </div>
            </div>
            <trailer>¶Here endeth the Floure of Courteſie, and
hereafter followeth, How Pity is dead,
and buried in a gentle heart.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="Complaint to Pity" type="work">
            <lg>
               <l>PIty that I have ſought ſo yore ago,</l>
               <l>With hert ſore, and full of buſie paine,</l>
               <l>That in this worlde was never wight
ſo wo</l>
               <l>Without death, and if I ſhall nat faine,</l>
               <l>My purpoſe was, pity to complaine</l>
               <l>Vpon the cruelty and tyranny</l>
               <l>Of love, that for my trouth doth me dye.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And that I by length of certaine yeres</l>
               <l>Had ever in one ſought a time to ſpeake,</l>
               <l>To Pity ran I, all biſpreint with teares,</l>
               <l>To prayen her on Cruelty me awreake,</l>
               <l>But or I might with any word out breake,</l>
               <l>Or tell her any of my paines ſmert,</l>
               <l>I found her dead, and buried in an hert.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Adowne I fell, when I ſaw the herſe,</l>
               <l>Dead as a ſtone, while that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſwoone me laſt,</l>
               <l>But vp I roſe with colour full diverſe,</l>
               <l>And pitouſly on her mine eyen I caſt,</l>
               <l>And neerer the corſe I gan preaſen faſt,</l>
               <l>And for the ſoule I ſhope me for to pray,</l>
               <l>I was but lorne, there was no more to ſay.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus am I ſlaine, ſith that Pity is dead,</l>
               <l>Alas that day that ever it ſhould fall,</l>
               <l>What maner man dare now hold vp his head</l>
               <l>To whom ſhall now any ſorrowfull hert call,</l>
               <l>Now Cruelty hath caſt to ſlee vs all</l>
               <l>In idle hope, folke redeleſſe of paine,</l>
               <l>Sith ſhe is dead, to whom ſhal we complain.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But yet encreaſeth me this wonder new,</l>
               <l>That no wight wore that ſhe is dead but I,</l>
               <l>So many men as in her time her knew,</l>
               <l>And yet ſhe died ſo ſuddainly,</l>
               <l>For I have ſought her ever full buſily,</l>
               <l>Sith I had firſt wit or mind,</l>
               <l>But ſhe was dead, ere I coud her find.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>About her herſe there ſlooden luſtely,</l>
               <l>Withouten any mo, as thought me,</l>
               <l>Bounty, perfitely well armed and richely,</l>
               <l>And freſh Beaute, Luſt, and Iolite,</l>
               <l>Aſſured manner, Youth and Honeſte,</l>
               <l>Wiſedome, Eſtate, Drede, &amp; Governaunce,</l>
               <l>Confedred both by bond and alliaunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>A complaint had I written in my hond,</l>
               <l>To have put to Pity, as a bill,</l>
               <l>But I there all this company fond,</l>
               <l>That rather would all my cauſe ſpill,</l>
               <l>Than doe me helpe: I held my plaint ſtill,</l>
               <l>For to thoſe folke withouten faile,</l>
               <l>Without pity, there may no bill availe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then leave all vertues, ſave onely pity,</l>
               <l>Keeping the corſe, as ye have heard me ſaine,</l>
               <l>Confedred by hond vntill Cruelty,</l>
               <l>And be aſſented when I ſhall be ſlaine,</l>
               <l>And I have put my complaint vp againe,</l>
               <l>For to my foes my bill I dare not ſhew</l>
               <l>The effect, which ſaith thus in words few.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Humbleſt of heart, higheſt of reverence,</l>
               <l>Benigne floure, croune of vertues all,</l>
               <l>Sheweth vnto your royall excellence</l>
               <l>Your ſeruaunt, if I durſt me ſo call,</l>
               <l>His mortall harme, in which he is ifall,</l>
               <l>And nought all onely for his wofull fare,</l>
               <l>But for your renome, as he ſhall declare.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>It ſtandeth thus, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> your contrary crueltie</l>
               <l>Allied is ayenſt your regallie,</l>
               <l>Vnder colour of womanly beautie,</l>
               <l>(For men ſhould not know her tyrannie)</l>
               <l>With Bountie, Gentilleſſe, and Courteſie,</l>
               <l>And hath depriued you of your place,</l>
               <l>That is hie beautie, appertenaunt to your grace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For kindly, by your heritage right,</l>
               <l>Ye be annexed euer vnto bountie,</l>
               <l>And verely ye ought to doe your might</l>
               <l>To helpe trouth in his aduerſitie:</l>
               <l>Ye be alſo the croune of beautie,</l>
               <l>And certes, if ye want in theſe twaine,</l>
               <l>The world is lore, there is no more to ſaine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Eke what auaileth manner and gentilleſſe</l>
               <l>Without you, benigne creature?</l>
               <l>Shall crueltie be your gouerneſſe,</l>
               <l>Alas, what heart may it long endure?</l>
               <l>Wherefore but ye rather take cure</l>
               <l>To breake that perillous alliaunce,</l>
               <l>Ye ſleen hem that been in your obeyſaunce.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And further, if ye ſuffer this,</l>
               <l>Your renome is fordo in a throw,</l>
               <l>There ſhall no man were what pitie is,</l>
               <l>Alas, that euer your renome is fall ſo low,</l>
               <l>Ye be alſo fro your heritage ithrow</l>
               <l>By crueltie, that occupieth your place,</l>
               <l>And we diſpaired that ſeeken your grace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Haue mercy on me thou Herenus, Queene,</l>
               <l>That you haue ſought ſo tenderly and ſore,</l>
               <l>Let ſome ſtreame of light on me be ſeene,</l>
               <l>That loue and drede you euer lenger y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> more,</l>
               <l>For ſoothly to ſaine, I beare ſo ſore,</l>
               <l>And though I be not conning for to plaine,</l>
               <l>For Gods loue haue mercy on my paine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>My paine is this, that what ſo I deſire,</l>
               <l>That haue I not, ne nothing like thereto,</l>
               <l>And euer ſetteth deſire mine hart on fire,</l>
               <l>Eke on that other ſide where that I go,</l>
               <l>What maner thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> may encreaſe my wo,</l>
               <l>That haue I ready vnſought euery where,</l>
               <l>Me lacketh but my death, and then my bere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>What needeth to ſhew percell of my paine,</l>
               <l>Sith euery wo, that hart may bethinke,</l>
               <l>I ſuffer, and yet I dare not to you plaine,</l>
               <l>For well I wore, though I wake or winke,</l>
               <l>Ye recke not whether I flete or ſinke,</l>
               <l>And natheleſſe yet my trouth I ſhall ſuſteine</l>
               <l>Vnto my death, and that ſhall well be ſene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This is to ſaine, I will be yours euer,</l>
               <l>Though ye me ſlea by crueltie your fo,</l>
               <l>Algate my ſpirit ſhall neuer diſceuer</l>
               <l>Fro your ſeruice, for any paine or wo,</l>
               <l>Sith ye be yet dead, alas that it is ſo,</l>
               <l>Thus for your death I may wepe and plaine</l>
               <l>With hart ſore, and full of buſie paine.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div n="La Belle Dame Sans Merci" type="work">
            <head>La belle Dame ſans Mercie.</head>
            <head type="sub">M. Aleyn, Secretary to the King of France, framed this Dialogue between a Gentleman and a Gen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tlewoman,
who finding no mercy at her hand, dieth for ſorrow.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>HAlſe in a dreame, not fully well awa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked,</l>
               <l>The golden ſleep me wrapped vnder
his wing,</l>
               <l>Yet not for thy, I roſe, and well nigh naked,</l>
               <l>All ſuddainly my ſelfe remembring</l>
               <l>Of a matter, leauing all other thing,</l>
               <l>Which I muſt doe withouten more delay</l>
               <l>For hem, which I durſt not diſobay.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>My charge was this, to tranſlate by &amp; by,</l>
               <l>(All thing forgiue, as part of my pennance)</l>
               <l>A book, called <hi>La bel dame ſans mercy,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Which Maiſter Aleine made of remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>brance,</l>
               <l>Cheefe ſecretarie with the king of France,</l>
               <l>And hereupon a while I ſtood muſing,</l>
               <l>And in my ſelfe greatly imagining,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>What wiſe I ſhould perform the ſaid proceſſe,</l>
               <l>Conſidering by good aduiſement</l>
               <l>My vnconning, and my great ſimpleneſſe,</l>
               <l>And ayenward, the ſtrait commaundement</l>
               <l>Which that I had, and thus in mine entent</l>
               <l>I was vexed and tourned vp and doun,</l>
               <l>And yet at laſt, as in concluſioun,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I caſt my clothes on, and went my way,</l>
               <l>This forſaid charge hauing in remembrance,</l>
               <l>Till I came to a luſtie greene vallay</l>
               <l>Full of floures, to ſee a great pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>And ſo boldly, with their benigne ſuffraunce</l>
               <l>Which rede this book, touching this matere,</l>
               <l>Thus I began, if it pleaſe you to here.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>NOt long agoe, riding an eaſie paas,</l>
               <l>I fell in thought of joy full deſperate,</l>
               <l>With great diſeaſe and paine, ſo that I was</l>
               <l>Of all louers the moſt vnfortunate,</l>
               <l>Sith by his dart, moſt cruell full of hate,</l>
               <l>The death hath take my Lady and maiſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>And left me ſole thus diſcomfite and mate,</l>
               <l>Sore languiſhing, and in way of diſtreſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then ſaid I thus, it falleth me to ceſſe,</l>
               <l>Either to rime, or dities for to make,</l>
               <l>And I ſurely to make a full promeſſe</l>
               <l>To laugh no more, but wepe in clothes blake,</l>
               <l>My joifull time (alas) now doeth it ſlake,</l>
               <l>For in my ſelfe I feele no manner of eaſe,</l>
               <l>Let it be written, ſuch fortune (as I take)</l>
               <l>Which neither me nor none other doth pleaſe</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>If it were ſo, my will or mine entent</l>
               <l>Conſtrained were a joyfull thing to write,</l>
               <l>My pen coud neuer know what it ment,</l>
               <l>To ſpeak thereof my tongue hath no delite,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="429" facs="tcp:51487:234"/>
Tho with my mouth I laugh much or lite,</l>
               <l>Mine eien ſhuld make a countenance vntrue,</l>
               <l>My heart alſo would haue thereof diſpite,</l>
               <l>The weeping teares haue ſo large iſſue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Theſe ſick louers I leue that to hem longs,</l>
               <l>Which lead their life in hope of allegeance,</l>
               <l>That is to ſay, to make Ballades and ſongs,</l>
               <l>Euery of hem as they feel their greuaunce,</l>
               <l>For ſhe that was my joy and my pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>Whoſe ſoule I pray God of his mercy ſaue,</l>
               <l>She hath my will, mine hearts ordinaunce,</l>
               <l>Which ſieth here within this tombe ygraue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Fro this time forth, time is to hold my pees,</l>
               <l>It wearieth me this matter for to trete,</l>
               <l>Let other louers put hemſelfe in prees,</l>
               <l>Their ſeaſon is, my time is now forgete,</l>
               <l>Fortune by ſtrength the forcer hath vnſhete,</l>
               <l>Wherein was ſperde all my worldly richeſſe,</l>
               <l>And all the goods which that I haue gete</l>
               <l>In my beſt time of youth and luſtineſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Loue hath me kept vnder his gouernance,</l>
               <l>If I miſdid, God graunt me forgiueneſſe,</l>
               <l>If I did well, yet felt I no pleaſance,</l>
               <l>It cauſed neither joy nor heauineſſe,</l>
               <l>For when ſhe died, that was my maiſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>My welfare then made the ſame purchaſe,</l>
               <l>The death hath ſhet my bonds of witneſſe,</l>
               <l>Which for nothingmine hart ſhal neuer paſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>In this great thought, ſore troubled in mind,</l>
               <l>Alone thus rode I all the morrow tide,</l>
               <l>Till at the laſt it happed me to find</l>
               <l>The place, wherein I caſt me to abide,</l>
               <l>When that I had no further for to ride,</l>
               <l>And as I went, my lodging to puruay,</l>
               <l>Right ſoone I heard, a little me beſide,</l>
               <l>In a garden, where minſtrels gan to play.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>With that anon I went me backer more,</l>
               <l>My ſelfe and I, me thought we were inow,</l>
               <l>But twain, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> were my friends here before,</l>
               <l>Had me eſpied, and yet I wore not how,</l>
               <l>They came for me, awayward I me drow,</l>
               <l>Somwhat by force, ſomwhat by her requeſt,</l>
               <l>That in no wiſe I could my ſelfe reſcow,</l>
               <l>But needs I muſt come in and ſee the feaſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>At my comming, the Ladies euerychone</l>
               <l>Bad me welcome God wore right gentilly,</l>
               <l>And made me <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>here, euery one by one,</l>
               <l>A great deale better than I was worthy,</l>
               <l>And of their grace ſhewed me great courteſie,</l>
               <l>With good diſport, becauſe I ſhold not mourn:</l>
               <l>That day I bode ſtill in their companie,</l>
               <l>Which was to me a gracious ſojourne.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The bords were ſpred in right little ſpace,</l>
               <l>The Ladies ſat each as hem ſeemed beſt,</l>
               <l>There were no deadly ſeruants in the place,</l>
               <l>But choſen men, right of the goodlieſt,</l>
               <l>And ſome there were, perauenture moſt freſheſt,</l>
               <l>That ſaw their Iudges full demure,</l>
               <l>Without ſemblaunt, either to moſt or leſt,</l>
               <l>Notwithſtanding they had hem vnder cure.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Emong all other, one I gan eſpy,</l>
               <l>Which in great thought ful often came and went,</l>
               <l>As one that had ben rauiſhed vtterly,</l>
               <l>In his language not greatly dilligent,</l>
               <l>His countenance he kept with great turment,</l>
               <l>But his deſire farre paſſed his reaſon,</l>
               <l>For euer his eye went after his entent,</l>
               <l>Full many a time, when it was no ſeaſon.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>To make chere, ſore himſelfe he pained,</l>
               <l>And outwardly he fained great gladneſſe,</l>
               <l>To ſing alſo, by force he was conſtrained,</l>
               <l>For no pleaſaunce, but very ſhamefaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>For the complaint of his moſt heauineſſe,</l>
               <l>Came to his voice, alway without requeſt,</l>
               <l>Like as the ſoune of birdes doth expreſſe,</l>
               <l>When they ſing loud in frithe or in forreſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Other there were, that ſerued in the hall,</l>
               <l>But none like him, as after mine aduiſe,</l>
               <l>For he was pale, and ſomwhat lean withall,</l>
               <l>His ſpeech alſo trembled in fearefull wiſe,</l>
               <l>And euer alone, but when he did ſeruiſe,</l>
               <l>All blacke he ware, and no deuiſe but plain,</l>
               <l>Me thought by him, as my wit could ſuffiſe,</l>
               <l>His heart was nothing in his own demain.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>To feaſt hem all, he did his dilligence,</l>
               <l>And well he coud, right as it ſeemed me,</l>
               <l>But euermore, when he was in preſence,</l>
               <l>His chere was done, it nolde none other be,</l>
               <l>His Schoolemaiſter had ſuch authorite,</l>
               <l>That all the while he bode ſtill in the place,</l>
               <l>Speake coud he not, but vpon her beaute</l>
               <l>He looked ſtill, with a right pitous face.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>With that his head he tourned at the laſt</l>
               <l>For to behold the Ladies euerichone,</l>
               <l>But euer in one he ſet his eye ſtedfaſt</l>
               <l>On her, which his thought was moſt vpon,</l>
               <l>For of his eyen the ſhot I knew anone,</l>
               <l>Which fearful was, with right humble re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>queſts,</l>
               <l>Then to my ſelf I ſaid, by God alone,</l>
               <l>Such one was I, or that I ſaw theſe jeſts.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Out of the preaſe he went full eaſely</l>
               <l>To make ſtable his heauie countenance,</l>
               <l>And wote ye well, he ſighed wonderly</l>
               <l>For his ſorrowes and wofull remembrance,</l>
               <l>Then in himſelfe he made his ordinance,</l>
               <l>And forthwithall came to bring in the meſſe,</l>
               <l>But for to judge his moſt wofull penuance,</l>
               <l>God wote it was a pitous entremeſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>After dinner anone they hem auanced</l>
               <l>To daunce aboue the folke euerichone,</l>
               <l>And forthwithall, this heauy man he danced,</l>
               <l>Somtime with twain, &amp; ſomtime with one,</l>
               <l>Vnto hem all his chere was after one,</l>
               <l>Now here, now there, as fell by auenture,</l>
               <l>But euer among he drew to her alone</l>
               <l>Which he moſt dread of liuing creature.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>To mine aduiſe good was his purueiance,</l>
               <l>When he her choſe to his mai<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>reſſe alone,</l>
               <l>If that her hart were ſet to his pleaſance,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="430" facs="tcp:51487:235"/>
As much as was her beauteous perſon,</l>
               <l>* For who ſo euer ſetteth his truſt vpon</l>
               <l>The report of the eyen, withouten more,</l>
               <l>He might be dead, and grauen vnder ſtone,</l>
               <l>Or euer he ſhould his hearts eaſe reſtore.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>In her failed nothing that I coud geſſe,</l>
               <l>One wiſe nor other, priuie nor apert,</l>
               <l>A garriſon ſhe was of all goodlineſſe,</l>
               <l>To make a frontier for a iouers hert,</l>
               <l>Right yong and freſh, a woman full couert,</l>
               <l>Aſſured wele of port, and eke of chere,</l>
               <l>Wele at her eaſe withouten wo or ſmert,</l>
               <l>All vnderneath the ſtanderd of dangere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>To ſee the feaſt, it wearied me full ſore,</l>
               <l>For heauy joy doth ſore the heart trauaile:</l>
               <l>Out of the preaſe I me withdrow therefore,</l>
               <l>And ſet me downe alone behind a traile,</l>
               <l>Full of leaues, to ſee a great meruaile,</l>
               <l>With greene wreaths ybounden wonderly,</l>
               <l>The leaues were ſo thicke withouten faile,</l>
               <l>That throughout no man might me eſpy.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>To this Lady he came full courteſly,</l>
               <l>When he thought time to dance with her a trace,</l>
               <l>Set in an herber, made full pleaſantly,</l>
               <l>They reſted hem fro thens but a little ſpace,</l>
               <l>Nigh hem were none of a certain compace,</l>
               <l>But onely they, as farre as I coud ſee,</l>
               <l>Saue the traile, there I had choſe my place,</l>
               <l>There was no more between hem two &amp; me.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I heard the louer ſighing wonder ſore,</l>
               <l>For aye the more the ſorer it him ſought,</l>
               <l>His inward paine he coud not keepe in ſtore,</l>
               <l>Nor for to ſpeake, ſo hardie was he nought,</l>
               <l>His leech was here, the greater was his</l>
               <l>He muſed ſore to conquer his deſire, thought,</l>
               <l>* For no man may to more pennance be broght</l>
               <l>Than in his heat to bring him to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fire.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The hart began to ſwell within his cheſt,</l>
               <l>So ſore ſtrained for anguiſh and for paine,</l>
               <l>That all to peeces almoſt it to breſt,</l>
               <l>When both at ones ſo ſore it did conſtraine,</l>
               <l>Deſire was bold, but ſhame it gan refraine,</l>
               <l>That one was large, the other was full cloſe,</l>
               <l>No little charge was laid on him certaine,</l>
               <l>To keepe ſuch werre, and haue ſo many foſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Full oftentimes to ſpeak himſelf he pained,</l>
               <l>But ſhamefaſtneſſe and drede ſaid euer nay,</l>
               <l>Yet at the laſt, ſo ſore he was conſtrained,</l>
               <l>When he full long had put it in delay,</l>
               <l>To his Lady, right thus then gan he ſay,</l>
               <l>With dredeful voice, weeping, half in a rage,</l>
               <l>For me was purueyed an vnhappy day,</l>
               <l>When I firſt had a ſight of your viſage.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I ſuffer pain God wote, full hote brenning,</l>
               <l>To cauſe my death, all for my true ſeruiſe,</l>
               <l>And I ſee well ye recke thereof nothing,</l>
               <l>Nor take no heed of it in no kind wiſe,</l>
               <l>But when I ſpeake after my beſt aduiſe,</l>
               <l>Ye ſet it at nought, but make thereof a game,</l>
               <l>And though I ſewe, ſo great an enterpriſe,</l>
               <l>It peireth not your worſhip nor your fame.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Alas, what ſhould it be to you prejudice,</l>
               <l>If that a man doe loue you faithfully</l>
               <l>To your worſhip, eſchewing euery vice,</l>
               <l>So am I yours, and will be verely,</l>
               <l>I challenge nought of right, and reaſon why,</l>
               <l>For I am hole ſubmit vnto your ſeruice,</l>
               <l>Right as you liſt it be, right ſo will I,</l>
               <l>To bind my ſelf, where I was in fraunchiſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Though it be ſo, that I cannot deſerue</l>
               <l>To haue your grace, but alway liue in drede,</l>
               <l>Yet ſuffer me you for to loue and ſerue,</l>
               <l>Withouten maugre of your moſt goodlyhede,</l>
               <l>Both faith &amp; trouth I giue your womanhede,</l>
               <l>And my ſeruice without any calling,</l>
               <l>Loue hath me bound without wage or mede</l>
               <l>To be your man, and leue all other thing.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>When this lady had heardall this language,</l>
               <l>She gaue anſwere ful ſoft and demurely,</l>
               <l>Without chaunging of colour or courage,</l>
               <l>Nothing in haſt, but meaſurably.</l>
               <l>Me thinketh ſir, your thoght is great folly,</l>
               <l>Purpoſe ye nought your labour for to ceaſe,</l>
               <l>For thinketh not, whiles ye liue and I,</l>
               <l>In this matter to ſet your heart in peaſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>There may none make the peace, but only ye,</l>
               <l>Which are the ground &amp; cauſe of all this war,</l>
               <l>For with your eyen the letters written be,</l>
               <l>By which I am defied and put a farre,</l>
               <l>Your pleaſaunt looke, my very lodeſtarre,</l>
               <l>Was made heraud of thilke ſame defiaunce,</l>
               <l>Which vtterly behight me for to barre</l>
               <l>My faithfull truſt, and all mine affiaunce.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>* To liue in wo, he hath great fantaſie,</l>
               <l>And of his heart alſo ſlipper hold,</l>
               <l>That onely for beholding of an eie,</l>
               <l>Cannot abide in peace, as reaſon would:</l>
               <l>Other or me, if ye liſt ye may behold,</l>
               <l>Our eien are made to look, whyſhold we ſpare,</l>
               <l>I take no keepe neither of yong ne old,</l>
               <l>* Who feeleth ſmart, I counſail him beware.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>If it be ſo, one hurt another ſore,</l>
               <l>In his defaut that feleth the greuaunce,</l>
               <l>Of very right, a man may doe no more,</l>
               <l>Yet reaſon would it were in remembraunce,</l>
               <l>And ſith fortune onely by her chaunce</l>
               <l>Hath cauſed me to ſuffer all this paine</l>
               <l>By your beautie, with all the circumſtaunce,</l>
               <l>Why liſt ye haue me in ſo great diſdaine.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>To your perſon ne haue I no diſdaine,</l>
               <l>Nor neuer had truly, ne nought will haue,</l>
               <l>Nor right great loue, nor hatred in certaine,</l>
               <l>Nor your counſail to know, ſo God me ſaue,</l>
               <l>If ſuch loue be in your mind igraue,</l>
               <l>That little thing may doe you diſpleſaunce</l>
               <l>You to beguile, or make you for to raue,</l>
               <l>I will not cauſe no ſuch encombraunce.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
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               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>What euer it be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> me hath thus purchaſed,</l>
               <l>Wening hath not deceiued me certaine,</l>
               <l>But feruent loue ſo ſore hath me ichaſed,</l>
               <l>That I vnware am caſten in your chaine,</l>
               <l>And ſith ſo it is, as fortune lift ordaine,</l>
               <l>All my welfare is in your hands fall</l>
               <l>In eſchewing of more miſcheeuous paine,</l>
               <l>* Who ſooneſt dieth, his care is leaſt of all.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>This ſickneſſe is right eaſie to endure,</l>
               <l>But few people it cauſeth for to die,</l>
               <l>But what they meane, I know it very ſure,</l>
               <l>Of more comfort, to draw the remedie,</l>
               <l>Such be there now plaining full pitouſly,</l>
               <l>That fele God wore not alther greateſt pain,</l>
               <l>And if ſo be loue hurt ſo greeuouſly,</l>
               <l>* Leſte harm it were one ſorowful than twain.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Alas Madame, if that it might you pleaſe,</l>
               <l>Much better it were by way of gentilneſſe,</l>
               <l>Of one ſorrie, to make twaine well at eaſe,</l>
               <l>Than him to deſtroy that liueth in diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>For my deſire is neither more nor leſſe,</l>
               <l>But my ſeruice to doe for your pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>In eſchewing all manner doubleneſſe,</l>
               <l>* To make two joys in ſteed of one greuance.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Of loue I ſeek neither pleaſaunce, nor eaſe,</l>
               <l>Nor haue therein no great affiaunce,</l>
               <l>Though ye be ſick, it doth me nothing pleaſe,</l>
               <l>Alſo I take no heed of your pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>Cheſe who ſo will her herts to aduaunce,</l>
               <l>Free am I now, and free will I endure,</l>
               <l>To be ruled by mans gouernaunce</l>
               <l>For earthly good, Nay, that I you enſure.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Loue, which that joy &amp; ſorrow doth depart,</l>
               <l>Hath ſet the Ladies out of all ſeruage,</l>
               <l>And largely doth graunt hem for her part,</l>
               <l>Lordſhip and rule of euery manner of age,</l>
               <l>The poor ſeruant nought hath of auauntage,</l>
               <l>But what he may get onely by purcheſſe,</l>
               <l>* And he that ones to loue doth his homage,</l>
               <l>Full oftentimes, dere bought is the richeſſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Ladies be not ſo ſimple, thus I meane,</l>
               <l>So dull of wit, ſo ſotted in folly,</l>
               <l>That for words, which ſaid be of the ſplene,</l>
               <l>In faire language painted full pleaſauntly,</l>
               <l>Which ye and mo hold ſchooles of daily,</l>
               <l>To make hem all great wonders to ſuppoſe,</l>
               <l>But ſoone they can away their heads wrie,</l>
               <l>And to faire ſpeech lightly their eares cloſe,</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>There is no man that jangleth buſily,</l>
               <l>And ſetteth his heart &amp; all his mind therefore,</l>
               <l>That by reaſon may plaine ſo pitouſly,</l>
               <l>As he that hath much heauineſſe in ſtore:</l>
               <l>Whoſe head is hole, and ſayth that it is ſore,</l>
               <l>His fained chere is hard to keepe in mew,</l>
               <l>But thought, which is vnfained euermore,</l>
               <l>* The workes preueth as the words ſhew.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Loue is ſubtill, and hath a great await,</l>
               <l>Sharp in working, in gabbing great pleſance,</l>
               <l>And can him venge of ſuch as by deceit</l>
               <l>Would feele &amp; know his ſecret gouernance,</l>
               <l>And maketh hem to obey his ordinance,</l>
               <l>By cherefull waies, as in hem is ſuppoſed,</l>
               <l>But when they fall into repentance,</l>
               <l>Then in a rage her counſaile is diſcloſed.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Sith for as much as God and eke nature</l>
               <l>Hath auaunced loue to ſo high degree,</l>
               <l>Much ſharpe is the point, thus am I ſure,</l>
               <l>Yet greeueth more the faut where euer it be,</l>
               <l>* Who hath no cold, of heat hath no deinte,</l>
               <l>The one for that other, asked is expreſſe,</l>
               <l>And of pleaſaunce knoweth none certainete,</l>
               <l>But it be one, in thought and heauineſſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>As for pleaſaunce, it is not alway one,</l>
               <l>That you think ſwete, I think it bitter pain,</l>
               <l>Ye may not me conſtrain, nor yet right none,</l>
               <l>After your luſt to loue, that is but vaine,</l>
               <l>To challenge loue by right, was neuer ſeine,</l>
               <l>But hert aſſent before bond and promiſe,</l>
               <l>* For ſtrength and force may not attaine</l>
               <l>A will that ſtandeth enfeoffed in franchiſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Right faire lady, God more I neuer pleaſe,</l>
               <l>If I ſeeke other right in this caſe,</l>
               <l>But for to ſhew you plainly my diſeaſe,</l>
               <l>And your mercy to abide, &amp; eke your grace,</l>
               <l>If I purpoſe your honour to deface,</l>
               <l>Or euer did, God and fortune me ſhend,</l>
               <l>And that I neuer vnrightfully purchaſe</l>
               <l>One onely joy vnto my liues end.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Ye and other, that ſweare ſuch othes faſt,</l>
               <l>And ſo condemne, and curſen to an df ro,</l>
               <l>Full ſikerly ye wene your othes laſt</l>
               <l>No lenger than the wordes ben ago,</l>
               <l>And God and eke his ſaints laugh alſo,</l>
               <l>In ſuch ſwearing there is no ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>And theſe wretches y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> haue full truſt thereto,</l>
               <l>After they weepe and wailen in diſtreſſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>He hath no courage of a man truly,</l>
               <l>That ſeecheth pleaſaunce, worſhip to diſpiſe,</l>
               <l>Nor to be called forth, is not worthy</l>
               <l>The yearth to touch, the aire in no kind wiſe,</l>
               <l>A truſty hert, a mouth without feintiſe,</l>
               <l>Thus by the ſtrength of euery manner name,</l>
               <l>And who that layeth his faith for little priſe,</l>
               <l>He leſeth both his worſhip and his fame.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>A curſed hert, a mouth that is curteiſe,</l>
               <l>Full well ye wote they be not according,</l>
               <l>Yet fained chere right ſone may hem apeiſe,</l>
               <l>Where of mallice is ſet all her working,</l>
               <l>Full falſe ſemblant they bere, &amp; true ſeming,</l>
               <l>Her name, her fame, her tongues but fained,</l>
               <l>Worſhip in hem is put in forgetting,</l>
               <l>Nought repented, nor in no wiſe complained.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Who thinketh ill, no good may him befall,</l>
               <l>God of his grace grant each man his deſart,</l>
               <l>But for his loue, among your thoughts all,</l>
               <l>As thinke vpon my wofull ſorrowes ſmart,</l>
               <l>For of my paine, whether your tender hart</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="432" facs="tcp:51487:236"/>
Of ſweet pitie be not therewith agreued,</l>
               <l>And of your grace, to me were diſcouart,</l>
               <l>That by your mean ſoon ſhould I be releued.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>A lightſome hert, a follie of pleaſance,</l>
               <l>Are much better, the leſſe while they abide,</l>
               <l>They make you think, &amp; bring you in a trance,</l>
               <l>But that ſickeneſſe will ſoone be remedide,</l>
               <l>Reſpite your thought, and put all this aſide,</l>
               <l>Full good diſport werieth me all day,</l>
               <l>To helpe nor hurt, my will is not aplide,</l>
               <l>Who troweth me not, I let him paſſe away.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Who hath a bird, a faucon, or a hound,</l>
               <l>That followeth him for loue in euery place,</l>
               <l>He cheriſheth him, and kepeth him full ſo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nd,</l>
               <l>Out of his ſight he will not him enchace,</l>
               <l>And I that ſet my wits in this cace</l>
               <l>On you alone, withouten any chaunge,</l>
               <l>Am put vnder, much farther out of grace,</l>
               <l>And leſſe ſet by, than other that be ſtraunge.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Thogh I make chere to euery man about,</l>
               <l>For my worſhip, &amp; for mine owne fraunchiſe,</l>
               <l>To you I nill doe ſo withouten doubt,</l>
               <l>In eſchewing all manner prejudiſe,</l>
               <l>For wote ye well, loue is ſo little wiſe,</l>
               <l>And in bileue ſo lightly will be brought,</l>
               <l>That he taketh all at his owne deuiſe,</l>
               <l>Of thing God wote, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſerueth him of nought.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>If I by loue and by my trew ſeruiſe</l>
               <l>Leſe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> good chere that ſtrangers haue alway,</l>
               <l>Whereof ſhall ſerue my trouth in any wiſe,</l>
               <l>Leſſe than to him y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> commeth &amp; goeth all day,</l>
               <l>Which holdeth of you nothing, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is no nay,</l>
               <l>Alſo in you is loſt, as to my ſeeming,</l>
               <l>All courteſie, which of reaſon will ſay,</l>
               <l>* That loue for loue were lawfull deſiring.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>* Courteſie is alied wonder nere</l>
               <l>To worſhip, which him loueth tenderly,</l>
               <l>And he will not be bound for no praiere,</l>
               <l>Nor for no gifts I ſay you verely,</l>
               <l>But his good chere depart full largely,</l>
               <l>Where him liketh, as his conceit will fall:</l>
               <l>Guerdon conſtrained, a gift done thankfully,</l>
               <l>Theſe twain can neuer accord, nor neuer ſhall.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>As for guerdon, I ſeeke none in this cace,</l>
               <l>For that deſert to me it is too hie,</l>
               <l>Wherefore I aſk your pardon &amp; your grace,</l>
               <l>Sith me behoueth death, or your mercy,</l>
               <l>To giue the good where it wanteth truly,</l>
               <l>That were reaſon, and a courteiſe manere,</l>
               <l>And to your owne much better were worthy,</l>
               <l>Than to ſtrangers, to ſhew hem louely chere.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>What call ye good, faine would I y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I wiſt,</l>
               <l>That pleaſeth one, another ſmerteth ſore,</l>
               <l>But of his owne, too large is he that liſt</l>
               <l>Giue much, and leſe his good name therefore,</l>
               <l>* One ſhould not make a grant, little ne more,</l>
               <l>But the requeſt were right well according:</l>
               <l>If worſhip be not kept and ſet before,</l>
               <l>All that is left, is but a little thing.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Into this world was founden neuer none,</l>
               <l>Nor vnder heauen creature ibore,</l>
               <l>Nor neuer ſhall, ſaue onely your perſone,</l>
               <l>To whom your worſhip toucheth half ſo ſore,</l>
               <l>But me which haue no ſeaſon leſſe ne more</l>
               <l>Of youth ne age, but ſtill in your ſeruice,</l>
               <l>I haue no eyen, no wit, nor mouth in ſtore,</l>
               <l>But all be giuen to the ſame office.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>A full great charge hath he withouten fail,</l>
               <l>That his worſhip keepeth in ſikerneſſe,</l>
               <l>But in daunger he ſetteth his trauail,</l>
               <l>That feffeth it with others buſineſſe,</l>
               <l>To him that longeth honour and nobleſſe,</l>
               <l>Vpon none other ſhould not be await,</l>
               <l>* For of his owne ſo much hath he the leſſe,</l>
               <l>That of other much followeth the conceit.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Your eyen hath ſet the print, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I fele</l>
               <l>Within my hert, that where ſo euer I go,</l>
               <l>If I doe thing that ſouneth vnto wele,</l>
               <l>Needs muſt it come from you, &amp; fro no more,</l>
               <l>Fortune will this, that I for wele or wo</l>
               <l>My life endure, your mercy abiding,</l>
               <l>And very right will, that I thinke alſo</l>
               <l>Of your worſhip, aboue all other thing.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>To your worſhip ſee well, for that is nede,</l>
               <l>That ye ſpend not your ſeaſon all in vaine,</l>
               <l>As touching mine, I rede you take no hede,</l>
               <l>By your folly to put your ſelfe in paine,</l>
               <l>To ouercome is good, and to reſtraine</l>
               <l>An heart, which is deceiued follily,</l>
               <l>* For worſe it is to break than bow certaine,</l>
               <l>Better bow, than to fall ſodainly.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Now faire lady, thinke, ſith it firſt began,</l>
               <l>That loue hath ſet mine hart vnder his cure,</l>
               <l>It neuer might, ne truly I ne can</l>
               <l>None other ſerue, while I ſhall here endure,</l>
               <l>In moſt free wiſe thereof I make you ſure,</l>
               <l>Which may not be withdraw, this is no nay,</l>
               <l>I muſt abide all manner aduenture,</l>
               <l>For I may neither put to nor take away.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>* I hold it for no gift in ſoothfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>That one offereth, where it is forſake,</l>
               <l>For ſuch a gift is abandoning expreſſe,</l>
               <l>That with worſhip ayen may not be take,</l>
               <l>He hath an hert full fell, that liſt to make</l>
               <l>A gift lightly, that put is to refuſe,</l>
               <l>But he is wiſe, that ſuch conceit will ſlake,</l>
               <l>So that him need neither to ſtudy ne muſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>He ſhould not muſe, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hath his ſeruice ſpent</l>
               <l>On her which is a Lady honourable,</l>
               <l>And if I ſpend my time to that entent,</l>
               <l>Yet at the leaſt, I am not reprouable</l>
               <l>Of fained hert, to thinke I am vnable,</l>
               <l>Or I miſtooke, when I made this requeſt,</l>
               <l>By which loue hath of enterpriſe notable</l>
               <l>So many herts gotten by conqueſt.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>If that ye liſt do after my counſaile,</l>
               <l>Seeche a fairer, and of more higher fame,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="433" facs="tcp:51487:236"/>
Which in ſeruice of loue will you preuaile</l>
               <l>After your thought, according to the ſame,</l>
               <l>* He hurteth both his worſhip and his name,</l>
               <l>That follily for twaine himſelf will trouble,</l>
               <l>* And he alſo leſeth his after game,</l>
               <l>That ſurely cannot ſet his points double.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>This your counſail, by ought that I can ſee,</l>
               <l>Is better ſaid than done, to mine aduiſe,</l>
               <l>Though I beleeue it not, forgiue it me,</l>
               <l>Mine hart is ſuch, ſo hole without feintiſe,</l>
               <l>That I ne may giue credence in no wiſe</l>
               <l>To thing which is not ſouning vnto truth,</l>
               <l>Other counſaile I ſee be but fantaſiſe,</l>
               <l>Save of your grace to ſhew pity and ruth.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>* I hold him wiſe that worketh no folly,</l>
               <l>And when him liſt can leave &amp; part therefro,</l>
               <l>But in conning he is to learne truly,</l>
               <l>That would himſelfe conduit, and cannot ſo.</l>
               <l>* And he that will not after counſaile do,</l>
               <l>His ſute he putteth into diſperaunce,</l>
               <l>And all the good that ſhould fall him to,</l>
               <l>Is loſt &amp; dead, cleane out of remembraunce.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Yet woll I ſhew this matter faithfully</l>
               <l>Whiles I live, what ever be my chaunce,</l>
               <l>And if it hap that in my truth I dye,</l>
               <l>Then death ſhall do me no diſpleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>But when that I, by your hard ſuffraunce,</l>
               <l>Shall dye ſo true, and with ſo great a paine,</l>
               <l>Yet ſhall it do me much the leſſe grevaunce,</l>
               <l>Than for to live a falſe lover certaine.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Of me get ye right nought, this is no fable,</l>
               <l>I will to you be neither hard nor ſtreit,</l>
               <l>And right will not no man cuſtomable,</l>
               <l>To thinke ye ſhould be ſure of my conceit,</l>
               <l>Who ſeecheth ſorrow, his be the receit,</l>
               <l>Other counſaile can I not feele nor ſee,</l>
               <l>Nor for to learne, I caſt me not to await,</l>
               <l>Who will thereof, let him aſſay for me.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Ones muſt it be aſſayed, that is no nay</l>
               <l>With ſuch as be of reputation,</l>
               <l>And of true love the right honour to pay</l>
               <l>Of free harts gotten by due raunſome,</l>
               <l>For free will holdeth this opinion,</l>
               <l>That it is great duteſſe and diſcomfort,</l>
               <l>To keepe a hert in ſo ſtrait a priſon,</l>
               <l>That hath but one body for his diſport.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>I know ſo many cauſes marvelous,</l>
               <l>That I muſt need of reaſon thinke certaine,</l>
               <l>That ſuch aventure is wonder perillous,</l>
               <l>And yet well more, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> comming back againe,</l>
               <l>Good or worſhip, thereof is ſeldome ſeene,</l>
               <l>Where I ne will make any ſuch array,</l>
               <l>* As for to find a pleaſaunce, but barraine,</l>
               <l>When it ſhall coſt ſo dere the firſt aſſay.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Ye have no cauſe to doubt of this matter,</l>
               <l>Nor you to meue with no ſuch fantaſie,</l>
               <l>To put me farre all out as a ſtraunger,</l>
               <l>For your goodneſſe can thinke &amp; well adviſe,</l>
               <l>That I have made apriſe in every wiſe,</l>
               <l>By which my truth ſheweth open evidence,</l>
               <l>My long abiding, and my true ſervice,</l>
               <l>May well be knowen by plaine experience.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Of very right he may be called true,</l>
               <l>And ſo muſt he be take in every place,</l>
               <l>That can diſcerne, and let as he ne knew,</l>
               <l>And keepe the good, if he it may purchaſe:</l>
               <l>* For who y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> prayeth, or ſwereth in any cace,</l>
               <l>Right well ye wote, in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> no trouth is preved,</l>
               <l>Soch hath there ben, &amp; are, that getten grace,</l>
               <l>And leſe it ſone, when they have it acheved.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>If truthe me cauſe, by vertue ſoverain,</l>
               <l>To ſhewe good love, and alway find contrary,</l>
               <l>And cheriſh y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>, which ſteeth me with the pain,</l>
               <l>This is to me a lovely adverſary,</l>
               <l>When y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> pity, which long on ſleep doth <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ary,</l>
               <l>Hath ſet the fine of all my hevineſſe,</l>
               <l>Yet her comfort to me moſt neceſſary,</l>
               <l>Shall ſet my will more ſure in ſtableneſſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>The wofull wight, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may he think or ſay,</l>
               <l>The contrary of all joy &amp; gladneſſe,</l>
               <l>A ſicke body, his thought is alway</l>
               <l>From him that felen no ſore nor ſickneſſe,</l>
               <l>Thus hurtes been of divers buſineſſe,</l>
               <l>Which love hath put to great hindraunce,</l>
               <l>And truth alſo, put in forgetfulneſſe,</l>
               <l>When they full ſore begin to ſigh askaunce.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Now God defend, but he be harmeleſſe,</l>
               <l>Of all worſhip or good that may befall,</l>
               <l>That to werſt tourneth by his leudneſſe,</l>
               <l>A gift of grace, or any thing at all,</l>
               <l>That his Lady vouchſafe vpon him call,</l>
               <l>Or cheriſheth him in honourable wiſe,</l>
               <l>In that defaute, what ever he be that fall,</l>
               <l>Deſerveth more than death to ſuffre twiſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>There is no judge yſet on ſoch treſpace,</l>
               <l>By which of right love may recovered be,</l>
               <l>One curſeth faſt, another doth manace,</l>
               <l>Yet dyeth none, as farre as I can ſee,</l>
               <l>But kepe her courſe alway in one degree,</l>
               <l>And ever more her labour doth encreaſe,</l>
               <l>To bring Ladies by their great ſubteltee,</l>
               <l>For others gilte, in ſorow and diſeaſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>All be it ſo, one doth ſo great offence,</l>
               <l>And is not dedde, nor put to no juſtice,</l>
               <l>Right well I wote him gayneth no defence,</l>
               <l>But he muſt end in full miſchevous wiſe,</l>
               <l>And all ever ſaid, God will him diſpiſe,</l>
               <l>For falſhed is full of curſedneſſe,</l>
               <l>That his worſhip may never have enterpriſe</l>
               <l>Where it reigneth, and hath the wilfulneſſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> have they no great fere now adaiſe,</l>
               <l>Soch as will ſay and maintain it thereto,</l>
               <l>That ſtedfaſt truth is nothing for to praiſe,</l>
               <l>In hem that kepe it long in wele or wo,</l>
               <l>Their buſie herts paſſen to and fro,</l>
               <l>They be ſo well reclaimed to the lure,</l>
               <l>So well learned hem to withhold alſo,</l>
               <l>And al to chaunge, when love ſhould beſt en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dure.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <pb n="434" facs="tcp:51487:237"/>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>When one hath ſet his hert in ſtable wiſe,</l>
               <l>In ſuch a place, as is both good and true,</l>
               <l>He ſhould not flit, but doe forth his ſervice,</l>
               <l>Alway withouten chaunge of any newe,</l>
               <l>As ſoone as love beginneth to remewe,</l>
               <l>All pleaſaunce gothe anone in little ſpace,</l>
               <l>As for my party that ſhall I eſchue,</l>
               <l>While the ſoule abideth in his place.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>To love truely, there as it ought of right,</l>
               <l>Ye may not be miſtaken doubtleſſe,</l>
               <l>But ye be foule diſceived in your ſight,</l>
               <l>By light vnderſtanding, as I geſſe,</l>
               <l>Yet may ye well repele your buſineſſe,</l>
               <l>And to reaſon have ſome attendaunce,</l>
               <l>Moch better than to abide by folie ſimple<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,</l>
               <l>The feble ſoccour of diſperaunce.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Reaſon, counſaile, wiſedome &amp; good adviſe,</l>
               <l>Been vnder love areſted everichone,</l>
               <l>To which I can accorde in every wiſe,</l>
               <l>For they been not rebell, but ſtill as a ſtone,</l>
               <l>Their will and mine be medled all in one,</l>
               <l>And therwith bounden with ſo ſtrong a chain,</l>
               <l>That as in hem, departing ſhall be none,</l>
               <l>But pity breake the mighty bonde atwaine.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Ye love not your ſelfe, what ever ye bee,</l>
               <l>That in love ſtand ſubject in every place,</l>
               <l>And of your wo, if ye have no pitee,</l>
               <l>Others pitee bileve you not to purchace,</l>
               <l>But be fully aſſured, as in this cace,</l>
               <l>I am alway vnder one ordinaunce,</l>
               <l>To have better truſt not after grace,</l>
               <l>And all that leveth, take to your pleaſaunce.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>I have my hope ſo ſure and ſo ſtedfaſt,</l>
               <l>That ſuch a Lady ſhould not lacke pity,</l>
               <l>But now alas, it is ſhyt vp ſo faſt,</l>
               <l>That daunger ſheweth on me his cruelty,</l>
               <l>And if ſhe ſee the vertue fayle in me,</l>
               <l>Of true ſervice, though ſhe doe faile alſo,</l>
               <l>No wonder were, but this is my ſurete,</l>
               <l>I muſt ſuffre, which way that ever it go.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Leave this purpoſe, I rede you for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> beſt,</l>
               <l>For the lenger ye kepe, it is in vaine,</l>
               <l>The leſſe ye get, as of your hertes reſt,</l>
               <l>And to rejoyce it ſhall you never attaine,</l>
               <l>When ye abide good hope to make you faine,</l>
               <l>Ye ſhall be found aſotted in dotage,</l>
               <l>And in the end, ye ſhall know for certaine,</l>
               <l>Hope ſhall pay the wretches for her wage,</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Ye ſay as falleth moſt for your pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>And your power is great, all this I ſee,</l>
               <l>But hope ſhall never out of my remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>braunce</l>
               <l>By which I fele ſo great adverſitee,</l>
               <l>* For when nature hath ſet in you plentee</l>
               <l>Of all goodneſſe, by vertue and by grace,</l>
               <l>He never aſſembled hem, as ſeemed mee,</l>
               <l>To put pity out of his dwellyng place.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Pity of right ought to be reaſonable,</l>
               <l>And to no wight do no great diſavauntage,</l>
               <l>There as is nede, it ſhould be profitable,</l>
               <l>And to the pitous ſhewing no domage,</l>
               <l>* If a Lady will doe ſo great outrage,</l>
               <l>To ſhew pity and cauſe her owne debate,</l>
               <l>Of ſoch pity commeth diſpitous rage,</l>
               <l>And of ſoch love, alſo right deadly hate.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>To comfort hem that live all comfortleſſe,</l>
               <l>That is no harm, but comfort to your name,</l>
               <l>But ye that have a hert of ſoch dureſſe,</l>
               <l>And a faire Lady, I muſt affirme the ſame,</l>
               <l>If I durſt ſay, ye winne all this defame,</l>
               <l>By cruelty, which ſitteth you full ill,</l>
               <l>But if pity, which may all this attain,</l>
               <l>In your high herte may reſt and tary ſtill.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>What ever he be that ſaith he loveth me,</l>
               <l>And paraventure I leve well it be ſo,</l>
               <l>Ought he be wrothe, or ſhould I blamed be,</l>
               <l>Though I did not as he would have me do,</l>
               <l>If I medled with ſoch or other moe,</l>
               <l>It might be called pity mercileſſe,</l>
               <l>And afterward if I ſhould live in woe.</l>
               <l>Then to repent, it were to late I geſſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>O marble herte, and yet more hard parde,</l>
               <l>Which mercy may not perce for no labour,</l>
               <l>More ſtrong to bowe than is a mighty tree,</l>
               <l>What availeth you to ſhew ſo great rigour,</l>
               <l>Pleaſeth it you more to ſee me die this houre,</l>
               <l>Before your iyen, for your diſport and play,</l>
               <l>Than for to ſhewe ſome comfort and ſoccour,</l>
               <l>To reſpite death, which chaſeth me alway.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Of your diſeaſe, ye may have allegeaunce,</l>
               <l>And as for mine, I let it over ſlake,</l>
               <l>Alſo ye ſhall not dye for my pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>Nor for your heale, I can no ſurety make,</l>
               <l>I will not hurt my ſelfe for others ſake,</l>
               <l>Wepe they, laugh they, or ſing they, I war<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rant,</l>
               <l>For this matter, ſo will I vndertake,</l>
               <l>That none of hem ſhall make therof avant.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>I can not skill of love by God alone,</l>
               <l>I have more cauſe to wepe in your preſence,</l>
               <l>And well ye wote, avauntour am I none,</l>
               <l>For certainly, I love better ſilence,</l>
               <l>One ſhould not love by his hertes credence,</l>
               <l>But he were ſure to kepe it ſecretly</l>
               <l>* For a vauntour is of no reverence,</l>
               <l>When that his tongue is his moſt enemy.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Male bouch in court, hath great commaund<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment,</l>
               <l>Eche man ſtudieth to ſay the worſt he may,</l>
               <l>Theſe falſe lovers, in this time now preſent,</l>
               <l>They ſerue beſt to jangle as a Iay,</l>
               <l>The moſt ſecrete iwis, yet ſome men ſay,</l>
               <l>How he miſtruſted is in ſome partiſe,</l>
               <l>Wherfore to ladies w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſo men ſpeake or ſay,</l>
               <l>It ſhould be bileved in no wiſe.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Of good and ill ſhall be, and is alway,</l>
               <l>The world is ſoch, the yearth is not all plain,</l>
               <l>They that he good, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> profe ſhewth every day</l>
               <l>And otherwiſe great villony certain:</l>
               <l>* It is no reaſon, though one his tong diſtain</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="435" facs="tcp:51487:237"/>
With curſed ſpeech, to do himſelf a ſhame,</l>
               <l>That ſoch refuce ſhould wrongfully remain</l>
               <l>Vpon the good renomed in their fame.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>Soch as be nought, when they here tidings new,</l>
               <l>That ech treſpas ſhall lightly have pardon,</l>
               <l>They that purſuen to be good and true,</l>
               <l>Will not ſet by none ill diſpoſition,</l>
               <l>To continue in every good condicion,</l>
               <l>They are the firſt that fallen in domage,</l>
               <l>And full freely the hertes habandon,</l>
               <l>To little faith, with ſoft and faire language.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Now know I well of very certaintee,</l>
               <l>If one do truely, yet ſhall he be ſhent,</l>
               <l>Sith all maner of Iuſtice and pitee</l>
               <l>Is baniſhed out of a Ladies entent,</l>
               <l>I cannot ſee but all is at one ſtent,</l>
               <l>The good, the ill, the vice, and eke the vertue,</l>
               <l>Soch as be good, ſoch haue the puniſhment,</l>
               <l>For the treſpace of hem that liue untrue.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>I have no power you to do greuaunce,</l>
               <l>Nor to puniſh none other creature,</l>
               <l>But to eſchew the more encombraunce,</l>
               <l>To kepe us from you all, I hold it ſure,</l>
               <l>Falſe ſemblaunce, hath a face full demure,</l>
               <l>Lightly to catch theſe Ladies in a wait,</l>
               <l>Wherefore we muſt, if we will here endure,</l>
               <l>Make right good watch, lo this is my con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceit.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <l>Sith that of grace, a goodly word not one</l>
               <l>May now be had, but alway kept in ſtore,</l>
               <l>I appeale to God, for he may hear my mone</l>
               <l>Of the dureſſe, which greueth me ſo ſore,</l>
               <l>And of pitee, I complaine furthermore,</l>
               <l>Which he forgate, in all his ordinaunce,</l>
               <l>Or els my life to haue ended before,</l>
               <l>Which ſo ſone am put out of remembraunce.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>La dame.</speaker>
               <l>My hert nor I, haue done you no forfeit,</l>
               <l>By which ye ſhould complain in any kind,</l>
               <l>Nothyng hurteth you, but your own conceit,</l>
               <l>Be iudge your ſelf, for ſo ye ſhall it find,</l>
               <l>Thus alway let this ſinke in your mind,</l>
               <l>That your deſire ſhall never recovered be,</l>
               <l>Ye noye me ſore, in waſting all this wind,</l>
               <l>For I haue ſaid ynough, as ſeemeth me.</l>
            </sp>
            <sp>
               <speaker>L'amant.</speaker>
               <lg>
                  <l>This woful man roſe vp in all his paine,</l>
                  <l>And ſo departed with weping countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>His woful herte almoſt to braſt in twaine,</l>
                  <l>Full like to dye, walking forth in a traunce,</l>
                  <l>And ſayed death come forth, thy ſelf auaunce,</l>
                  <l>Or that mine hert forget his property,</l>
                  <l>And make ſhorter all this woful penaunce,</l>
                  <l>Of my poore lyfe full of aduerſity.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Fro thens he went, but whither wiſt I nought,</l>
                  <l>Nor to what part he drew in ſoothfaſtneſſe,</l>
                  <l>But he no more was in his Ladies thought,</l>
                  <l>For to the daunce anone ſhe gan her dreſſe,</l>
                  <l>And afterward, one tolde me thus expreſſe,</l>
                  <l>He rent his heer, for anguiſh and for paine,</l>
                  <l>And in himſelf toke ſo great heauineſſe,</l>
                  <l>That he was dedde within a day or twaine.</l>
               </lg>
            </sp>
            <div type="envoy">
               <head>Lenuoy.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THe true louers thus I beſeech you all,</l>
                  <l>Soch aduentures flye hem in euery wiſe,</l>
                  <l>And as people defamed ye hem call,</l>
                  <l>For they truely do you great prejudice,</l>
                  <l>His caſtels ſtrong ſtuffed with ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>For they have had long time by their office,</l>
                  <l>The whole countrey of loue in obeyſaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ye Ladies, or what eſtate ye be,</l>
                  <l>Of whom worſhyp hath choyſe his dwellyng place,</l>
                  <l>For Goddes loue do no ſuch cruelty,</l>
                  <l>Nor in no wiſe ne foule not the trace</l>
                  <l>Of her that here is named rightwiſely,</l>
                  <l>Which by reaſon me ſeemeth in this cace,</l>
                  <l>May be called, <hi>La belle dame ſans Mercy.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Go litle Book, God ſend thee good paſſage,</l>
                  <l>Cheſe well thy way, be ſimple of manere,</l>
                  <l>Looke thy clothing be like thy pilgremage,</l>
                  <l>And ſpecially let this be thy prayere,</l>
                  <l>Vnto hem all that thee will rede or here,</l>
                  <l>Where thou art wrong, after her help to call,</l>
                  <l>Thee to correct in any part or all.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Pray hem alſo with thine humble ſeruice,</l>
                  <l>Thy boldneſſe to pardon in this cace,</l>
                  <l>For els thou art not able in no wiſe</l>
                  <l>To make thy ſelf appear in any place,</l>
                  <l>And furthermore beſeech hem of her grace,</l>
                  <l>By her favour and ſupportacion,</l>
                  <l>To take in gree this rude tranſlation.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The which God wote ſtandeth ful deſtitute</l>
                  <l>Of eloquence, of metre, and colours,</l>
                  <l>Like as a beaſt naked without refute,</l>
                  <l>Vpon a plain to abide all manner ſhowers,</l>
                  <l>I can no more but ask of hem ſocours,</l>
                  <l>At whoſe requeſt thou were made in this wiſe</l>
                  <l>Commanding me with body and ſeruice.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Right thus I make an end of this proſſes,</l>
                  <l>Beſechyng him, that all hath in balaunce,</l>
                  <l>That no true man be vexed cauſeleſſe,</l>
                  <l>As this man was, w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> is of remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>And all that done her faithful obſervaunce,</l>
                  <l>And in her trouth purpoſe him to endure,</l>
                  <l>I pray God ſend hem better auenture.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="Annelida and Arcite" type="work">
            <head>Of Queen Annelida and falſe
Arcite.</head>
            <head type="sub">Arcite a Theban Knight, forſaketh Queen Anneli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>da,
who loved him intirely, and taketh a new
Lady: whereupon Annelida maketh this great
complaint.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>O Thou fiers God of armes Mars the rede,</l>
               <l>That in thy Froſty Countrey called
Thrace,</l>
               <l>Within thy griſly Temples full of drede,</l>
               <l>Honoured art as patrone of that place,</l>
               <l>With the Bellona Pallas full of grace,</l>
               <l>Be preſent, and my ſong continue and gie,</l>
               <l>At my beginning thus to thee I cry.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>For it full depe is ſonken in minde,</l>
               <l>With pitous hert in Engliſh to endite,</l>
               <l>This old ſtory, in Latine which I finde,</l>
               <l>Of Queene Annelida and falſe Arcite,</l>
               <l>That elde, which all can frete and bite,</l>
               <l>And it hath freten many a noble ſtory,</l>
               <l>Hath nigh devoured out of our memory.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Be favourable eke thou Polimnia</l>
               <l>On Pernaſo that hath thy ſiſters glade,</l>
               <l>By Elicon, not far from Cirſa,</l>
               <l>Singeſt with voice memorial in the ſhade,</l>
               <l>Vnder the Laurer, which that may not fade,</l>
               <l>And doe that I my ſhip to haven winne,</l>
               <l>Firſt follow I Stace, and after him Corinne.</l>
            </lg>
            <q>
               <l>Jamque domos patrias Cithiae-poſt aſpera gentis,</l>
               <l>Praelia laurigeo ſubeuntem Theſea curru,</l>
               <l>Laetifici plauſus miſſuſque ad ſidera vulgi, <hi>&amp;c.</hi>
               </l>
            </q>
            <lg>
               <l>When Theſeus with warres long &amp; great,</l>
               <l>The aſpre folke of Cithe had ouercome,</l>
               <l>The Laurer crowned in his chaire gold beat,</l>
               <l>Home to his country houſes is ycome,</l>
               <l>For which the people blisful all and ſome,</l>
               <l>So criden, that to the Sterres it went,</l>
               <l>And him to honouren did all her entent.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Before this Duke in ſign of victory,</l>
               <l>The Trompes come, and in his baner large,</l>
               <l>The Image of Mars, and in token of glory,</l>
               <l>Men might ſee of treaſure many a charge,</l>
               <l>Many a bright helm, &amp; many a ſpere &amp; targe,</l>
               <l>Many a freſh knight, &amp; many a blisful rout,</l>
               <l>On horſe and on foot, in all the field about.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Ipolita his wife, the hardy Queene</l>
               <l>Of Cithia, that he conquered had,</l>
               <l>With Emely her young ſuſter ſhene,</l>
               <l>Faire in a chaire of gold he with him lad,</l>
               <l>That all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ground about her chair ſhe ſprad</l>
               <l>With brightneſs of beauty in her face,</l>
               <l>Fulfilled of largeſſe and of grace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>With his triumph &amp; laurer crowned thus,</l>
               <l>In all the floure of Fortunes yeuing,</l>
               <l>Lete I this noble prince Theſeus,</l>
               <l>Toward Athenes in his way riding,</l>
               <l>And fonde I woll in ſhortly to bring,</l>
               <l>The ſlye way of that I gan to write,</l>
               <l>Of Queene Annelida and falſe Arcite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Mars that through his furious courſe of ire,</l>
               <l>The old wrath of Iuno to fulfill,</l>
               <l>Hath ſet the peoples hertes both on fire</l>
               <l>Of Thebes and Grece, &amp; euerich other to kill</l>
               <l>With bloody ſperes, reſted neuer ſtill,</l>
               <l>But throng now here now there among hem both,</l>
               <l>That euerich other ſlue, ſo were they wroth.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For when Amphiorax and Tideus,</l>
               <l>Ipomedon, and Partinope alſo</l>
               <l>Were dedde, and ſlain proud Campaneus,</l>
               <l>And when the wretched Thebans brethren two,</l>
               <l>Were ſlain, &amp; King Adraſtus home ago,</l>
               <l>So deſolate ſtood Thebes and ſo bare,</l>
               <l>That no wight could remedy his care.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And when the old Creon gan eſpy,</l>
               <l>How y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the blood royal was brought adown,</l>
               <l>He held the Citee by his tyranny,</l>
               <l>And did the gentils of that regioun</l>
               <l>To been his friends, and dwell in the toun,</l>
               <l>So what for loue of him, and what for awe,</l>
               <l>The noble folke were to the towne ydrawe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Among all theſe, Annelida the queene</l>
               <l>Of Ermony was in that towne dwelling,</l>
               <l>That fairer was than the Sonne ſheene,</l>
               <l>Throughout y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> world ſo gan her name ſpring,</l>
               <l>That her to ſee had every wight liking,</l>
               <l>For as of trouth is there none her liche,</l>
               <l>Of all the women in this world riche.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Yong was this queene, of twenty yere old,</l>
               <l>Of middle ſtature, and of ſoch fairneſſe,</l>
               <l>That nature had a ioy her to behold,</l>
               <l>And for to ſpeaken of her ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>She paſſed hath Penelope and Lucreſſe,</l>
               <l>And ſhortly if ſhe may ben comprehended,</l>
               <l>In her might nothing been amended.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This Theban knight eke ſothe to ſain,</l>
               <l>Was yong, &amp; thereto withall a luſty knight,</l>
               <l>But he was double in love, &amp; nothing plain,</l>
               <l>And ſubtill in that craft ouer any wight,</l>
               <l>And with his conning wan this Lady bright:</l>
               <l>For ſo ferforth he gan her trouth aſſure,</l>
               <l>That ſhe him truſteth ouer any creature.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>What ſhould I ſain, ſhe loueth Arcite ſo</l>
               <l>That when that he was abſent any throw,</l>
               <l>Anone her thought her herte braſt atwo,</l>
               <l>For in her ſight to her he bare him low,</l>
               <l>So that ſhe wende have all his hert yknow,</l>
               <l>But he was falſe, it nas but fayned chere,</l>
               <l>As nedeth not ſoche crafte men to lere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But neuertheleſſe full mikell buſineſſe</l>
               <l>Had he, er that he might his Lady winne,</l>
               <l>And ſwore he would dien for diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>Or from his witte he ſaid he would twinne:</l>
               <l>Alas the while, for it was routh and ſinne,</l>
               <l>That ſhe upon his ſorrowes would rue,</l>
               <l>* But nothing thinketh the falſe as doth the true.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Her fredome found Arcite in ſoch manere,</l>
               <l>That all was his, that ſhe hath, moch or lite,</l>
               <l>Ne to no creature made ſhe cheer,</l>
               <l>Further than it liked to Arcite,</l>
               <l>There was no lack, with which he might her wite,</l>
               <l>She was ſo ferforth yeuen him to pleaſe,</l>
               <l>That all that liked him did her eaſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>There nas to her no maner letter ſent,</l>
               <l>That touched loue, from any maner wight,</l>
               <l>That ſhe ne ſhewed him, or it was brent,</l>
               <l>So plain ſhe was, and did her full might,</l>
               <l>That ſhe nyl hide nothing from her knight,</l>
               <l>Leſt he of any vntrouth her vpbreyde,</l>
               <l>Without bode his herte ſhe obeyd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And eke he made him ialous ouer her,</l>
               <l>That what that any man had to her ſayd,</l>
               <l>
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Anon he would praien her to ſwere</l>
               <l>What was y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> word, or make him yuell apaid,</l>
               <l>Then wende ſhe out of her witte have braid,</l>
               <l>But all was but ſleight and flatterie,</l>
               <l>Without love he fained jelouſie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And all this tooke ſhe ſo debonairly,</l>
               <l>That al his will, her thought it skilful thing</l>
               <l>And ever the lenger ſhe loved him tenderly,</l>
               <l>And did him honour as he were a king,</l>
               <l>Her herte was to him wedded with a ring,</l>
               <l>For ſo ferforth vpon trouth is her entent,</l>
               <l>That where he goth, her herte with him went.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When ſhe ſhal eat, on him is ſo her thought,</l>
               <l>That well vnneth of meate toke ſhe keepe,</l>
               <l>And when ſhe was to her reſt brought,</l>
               <l>On him ſhe thought alway till that ſhe ſlepe,</l>
               <l>Whan he was abſent, priuely doth ſhe wepe,</l>
               <l>Thus liueth faire Annelida the queene,</l>
               <l>For falſe Arcite, that did her all this tene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This falſe Arcite, of his newfangleneſſe,</l>
               <l>For ſhe to him ſo lowly was and trewe,</l>
               <l>Tooke leſſe deintee for her ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>And ſaw another Lady proude and newe,</l>
               <l>And right anon he clad him in her hewe,</l>
               <l>Wote I not whether in white, reed, or grene,</l>
               <l>And falſed faire Annelida the queene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But nevertheleſſe, great wonder was it none</l>
               <l>Though he were falſe, for it is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> kind of man,</l>
               <l>Sith Lamech was, that is ſo long agone,</l>
               <l>To be in love as falſe as euer he can,</l>
               <l>He was the firſt father that began</l>
               <l>To loven two, and was in bigamye.</l>
               <l>And he found tents firſt, but if men lye.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This falſe Arcite, ſomewhat muſt he faine,</l>
               <l>Whan he was falſe, to coueren his tratoury</l>
               <l>Right as an horſe, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> can both bite &amp; plaine,</l>
               <l>For he bare her in honde of treachery,</l>
               <l>And ſwore he coude her doubleneſſe eſpye,</l>
               <l>And all was falſeneſſe that ſhe to him ment,</l>
               <l>Thus ſwore this thefe, and forth his way he went.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Alas what herte might endure it,</l>
               <l>For routhe or wo, her ſorrow for to tell,</l>
               <l>Or what man hath the conning or the wit,</l>
               <l>Or w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> man might within the chambre dwell,</l>
               <l>If I to him reherſen ſhall the hell</l>
               <l>That ſuffreth fayre Annelida the queene,</l>
               <l>For falſe Arcite, that did all this tene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>She wepeth, waileth, &amp; ſwouneth pitouſly,</l>
               <l>To ground deed ſhe falleth as a ſtone</l>
               <l>Crampiſheth her limmes crokedly,</l>
               <l>She ſpeketh as her witte were all agone,</l>
               <l>Other colour than aſhen hath ſhe none,</l>
               <l>Ne none other word ſpeketh ſhe moch or lite,</l>
               <l>But mercy cruell herte mine Arcite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And thus endureth, til that ſhe was ſo mate</l>
               <l>That ſhe ne hath foot, on w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> ſhe may ſuſtene,</l>
               <l>But forth languiſhyng ever in this eſtate,</l>
               <l>Of which Arcite hath neyther routh ne tene,</l>
               <l>His hert was els where newe and grene,</l>
               <l>That on her wo, ne deineth him not to think,</l>
               <l>Him recketh never whether ſhe flete or ſinke.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>* This new Lady holdeth him ſo narowe,</l>
               <l>Vp by the bridel, at the ſtaues end.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>That every word he dred it as an arowe,</l>
               <l>Her daunger made him bothe bowe &amp; bend,</l>
               <l>And as her luſte, made him turne or wend,</l>
               <l>For ſhe ne graunted him in her liuing,</l>
               <l>No grace, why that he hath to ſing,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But droue him forth, vnneth liſt her know</l>
               <l>That he was ſeruaunt vnto her Ladyſhip,</l>
               <l>But leſt he were proude, ſhe helde him lowe,</l>
               <l>Thus ſerueth he, without meate or ſip,</l>
               <l>She ſent him now to land, and now to ſhip,</l>
               <l>And for ſhe yaue him daunger all his fill,</l>
               <l>Therfore ſhe had him at her owne will.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Enſample of this, ye thrifty women all,</l>
               <l>Take hede of Annelida and falſe Arcite,</l>
               <l>That for her liſt him her dere herte call,</l>
               <l>And was ſo meke, therefore he loved her lite,</l>
               <l>* The kinde of mans herte is to delite</l>
               <l>On thing that ſtraunge is, alſo God me ſave,</l>
               <l>For what they may not get, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wold they have.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Now turne we to Annelida ayen,</l>
               <l>That pyneth day by day in languiſhing,</l>
               <l>But when ſhe ſaw that her ne gate no geyn,</l>
               <l>Vpon a day ſorowfully wepyng,</l>
               <l>She caſt her for to make a complainyng,</l>
               <l>And with her owne hand ſhe gan it write,</l>
               <l>And ſent it to her Theban knight Arcite.</l>
            </lg>
            <div type="part">
               <head>The complaint of Annelida
to falſe Arcite.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>So thir led with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> point of remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>The ſwerde of ſorowe, whette with falſe
pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Mine herte bare of bliſſe, &amp; black of hew</l>
                  <l>That turned is to quaking all my daunce,</l>
                  <l>My ſewerty in a waped countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>Sens it avayleth nought to ben trew:</l>
                  <l>For who ſo trew is, it ſhall her rew,</l>
                  <l>That ſerueth love, and doth her obſervaunce</l>
                  <l>Alway to one, and chaungeth for no new.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I wote my ſelfe as well as any wight,</l>
                  <l>For I loved one, with all mine hert &amp; might</l>
                  <l>More than my ſelf an hundred thouſand ſith,</l>
                  <l>And called him my hertes lyfe, my knight,</l>
                  <l>And was all his, as ferre as it was right,</l>
                  <l>And when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he was glad, than was I blithe,</l>
                  <l>And his diſeaſe was my death as ſwithe,</l>
                  <l>And he ayen, his trouth hath me plight,</l>
                  <l>For evermore hys Lady me to kithe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now is he falſe alas, and cauſeles,</l>
                  <l>And of my wo he is ſo routhles,</l>
                  <l>That with a worde him liſt not ones daine</l>
                  <l>To bring ayen my ſorowfull herte in pees,</l>
                  <l>
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For he is caught vp in another lees,</l>
                  <l>Right as him liſt, he laugheth at my paine,</l>
                  <l>And I ne can mine hert not <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eſtraine</l>
                  <l>For to loue him yet alway ueuertheles,</l>
                  <l>And of all this I not to whom to plaine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſhuld I playne, alas the hard ſtound,</l>
                  <l>Vnto my foe, that yaue myne hert a wound,</l>
                  <l>And yet deſireth that myne harme be more,</l>
                  <l>Now certes ferther woll I neuer found</l>
                  <l>None other helpe, my ſores for to ſound,</l>
                  <l>My deſteny hath ſhaped ſo full yore,</l>
                  <l>I woll none other medecine ne lore,</l>
                  <l>I woll ben aye there I was ones bound,</l>
                  <l>That I haue ſaid, be ſaid for euermore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas, where is become your gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Your words full of pleaſance and humbleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Your obſeruaunce in ſo lowe manere,</l>
                  <l>Your awayting, and your beſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>On me that ye called your maiſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Your ſoueraine lady in this world here?</l>
                  <l>Alas, is there neyther worde ne chere,</l>
                  <l>Ye vouchſafe vpon myne heuineſſe?</l>
                  <l>Alas your loue, I bye it all to dere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now certes ſwete, though that ye</l>
                  <l>Thus cauſeleſſe the cauſe be,</l>
                  <l>Of my deedly aduerſite,</l>
                  <l>Your manly reaſon ought it to reſpite,</l>
                  <l>To ſlee your frende, and namely me,</l>
                  <l>That neuer yet in no degre</l>
                  <l>Offended you, as wiſſy he</l>
                  <l>That all wote, of wo my ſoule quite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But for I was ſo playne, Arcite,</l>
                  <l>In all my workes moch and lite,</l>
                  <l>And was ſo beſie you to delite,</l>
                  <l>Myne honour ſaue, meke, kinde, and fre,</l>
                  <l>Therefore ye put in me this wite:</l>
                  <l>Alas, ye retche not a mite,</l>
                  <l>Though that the ſwerde of ſorow bite</l>
                  <l>My wofull hert, through your cruelty.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My ſweet ſo, why do ye ſo for ſhame,</l>
                  <l>And thinke ye that furthered be your name,</l>
                  <l>To loue a newe, and ben vntrewaye,</l>
                  <l>And put you in ſlander now and blame,</l>
                  <l>And do to me aduerſitie and grame,</l>
                  <l>That loue you moſt, God thou woſt alway,</l>
                  <l>Yet turne ayen, and yet be playne ſome day,</l>
                  <l>And than ſhall this y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> now is mis, ben game,</l>
                  <l>And all foryeue, while I lyue may.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Lo hert myne, al this is for to ſaine,</l>
                  <l>As whether ſhall I pray or els playne,</l>
                  <l>Which is the way to done you to be trew,</l>
                  <l>For eyther mote I haue you in my chayne,</l>
                  <l>Or with the deth ye mote depart vs twayne,</l>
                  <l>There bethe none other meane wayes new,</l>
                  <l>For God ſo wiſely on my ſoule rewe,</l>
                  <l>As verely ye ſlaine me with the payne,</l>
                  <l>That mowe ye ſee vnfained on mine hewe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For thus ferforth haue I my deth ſought,</l>
                  <l>My ſelfe I murder with my priuie thought,</l>
                  <l>For ſorow and routh of your vnkindneſſe,</l>
                  <l>I wepe, I wayle, I faſt, all helpeth naught,</l>
                  <l>I voide joy that is to ſpeake of aught,</l>
                  <l>I voide company, I flie gladneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Who may auaunt her better of heuineffe,</l>
                  <l>Than I? &amp; to this plite haue ye me brought,</l>
                  <l>Without gilte, me needeth no witneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſhould I pray, &amp; weiuen womanhede,</l>
                  <l>Nay rather death, than do ſo foule a dede,</l>
                  <l>And aſke mercy and giltleſſe, what nede,</l>
                  <l>And if I plaine what lyfe I lede,</l>
                  <l>You recketh not, that know I out of drede,</l>
                  <l>And if I vnto you mine othes bede,</l>
                  <l>For mine excuſe, a ſcorne ſhall be my mede,</l>
                  <l>* Your chere floureth, but it woll not ſede,</l>
                  <l>Full long agon I might haue taken hede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For though I had you to morow agayne,</l>
                  <l>* I might as well hold Aprill from rayne,</l>
                  <l>As holde you to maken ſtedfaſt,</l>
                  <l>Almighty God, of trouth the ſouerayn,</l>
                  <l>Where is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> trouth of man, who hath it ſlayn,</l>
                  <l>* She that hem loueth, ſhall hem find as faſt,</l>
                  <l>As in a tempeſt is a rotten maſt,</l>
                  <l>Is that a tame beeſt, that is aye fayne</l>
                  <l>To renne away, when he is leſt agaſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now mercy ſweete, if I miſſay,</l>
                  <l>Haue I aught ſayd out of the way,</l>
                  <l>I not, my witte is all away,</l>
                  <l>I fare as doth the ſonge of chantepleure,</l>
                  <l>For now I plaine, and now I pley,</l>
                  <l>I am ſo maſed that I dey,</l>
                  <l>Arcite hath borne away the key</l>
                  <l>Of all my world, and my good auenture.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For in this world there is no creature,</l>
                  <l>Walking in more diſcomfiture,</l>
                  <l>Than I, ne more ſorowe endure,</l>
                  <l>For if I ſleepe a furlonge way or twey,</l>
                  <l>Then thinketh me that your figure</l>
                  <l>Before me ſtante clad in aſure,</l>
                  <l>Efte to profre a newe aſſure,</l>
                  <l>For to ben trewe, and mercy me to prey.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The long night, this wonder ſight ydrie,</l>
                  <l>That on the day for ſuch affray I die,</l>
                  <l>And of all this right naught ywis ye retche,</l>
                  <l>Ne neuermore mine eyen to ben drye,</l>
                  <l>And to your routh, and to your trouth I crye,</l>
                  <l>But well away, to ferre been they to fetch,</l>
                  <l>Thus holdeth me my deſteny a wretch,</l>
                  <l>But me to rede out of this drede or gye,</l>
                  <l>Ne may my wit (ſo weake is it) not ſtretch.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then end I thus, ſith I may do no more,</l>
                  <l>I yeue it vp for now and euermore,</l>
                  <l>For I ſhall neuer efte putten in balaunce</l>
                  <l>My ſikerneſſe, ne lerne of loue the lore,</l>
                  <l>But as the ſwan, I haue herde ſay full yore,</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt his deth woll ſing in his penaunce,</l>
                  <l>So ſing I here the deſtinie and chaunce,</l>
                  <l>How that Arcite, Annelida ſo ſore</l>
                  <l>Hath thrilled with y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> point of remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <pb n="439" facs="tcp:51487:239"/>
                  <l>When that Annelida this wofull queene,</l>
                  <l>Hath of her hand written in this wiſe,</l>
                  <l>With face deed, betwixt pale and greene,</l>
                  <l>She fell a ſwoune, and ſithe ſhe gan to riſe,</l>
                  <l>And vnto Mars au oweth ſacrifiſe</l>
                  <l>Within the temple, with a ſorowful chere,</l>
                  <l>That ſhapen was, as ye may plainly here.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="Assembly of Ladies" type="work">
            <head>The Aſſembly of Ladies.</head>
            <head type="sub">A Gentlewoman dreameth that ſhe ſeeth a great
number of Ladies put up their Bills of Com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>plaint
before a Judge, who promiſeth to re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lieve
their Grievances.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>IN Septembre at the falling of the lefe,</l>
               <l>The freſh ſeaſon was altogider done,</l>
               <l>And of the corne was gathered the ſhefe,</l>
               <l>In a gardine about twaine after noone,</l>
               <l>There were ladies walking, as was her wone</l>
               <l>Foure in nombre, as to my mind doth fall,</l>
               <l>And I the fifth, the ſimpleſt of hem all.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Of gentilwomen fayre there were alſo,</l>
               <l>Diſporting hem, euerich after her giſe,</l>
               <l>In croſſe alies walking by two and two,</l>
               <l>And ſome alone, after her fantaſie,</l>
               <l>Thus occupied we were in diuerſe wiſe,</l>
               <l>And yet in trouth we were not all alone,</l>
               <l>There were knights and ſquires many one.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Whereof I ſerued, one of hem aſked me,</l>
               <l>I ſaid ayen, as it fell in my thought,</l>
               <l>To walke about the maſe in certainte,</l>
               <l>As a woman that nothing rought,</l>
               <l>He aſked me ayen whom that I ſought,</l>
               <l>And of my colour, why I was ſo pale,</l>
               <l>Forſoth (qd. I) and thereby lithe a tale.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>That muſt me wete (qd. he) and that anone,</l>
               <l>Tell on, let ſee, and make no tarying.</l>
               <l>Abide (qd. I) ye ben a haſtie one,</l>
               <l>I let you wete it is no litel thing,</l>
               <l>But for bicauſe ye haue a great longing,</l>
               <l>In your deſire, this proceſſe for to here,</l>
               <l>I ſhall you tell the plaine of this matere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>It happed thus, that in an after noone,</l>
               <l>My felawſhip and I by one aſſent,</l>
               <l>When all other beſineſſes were doone,</l>
               <l>To paſſe our time, in to this maſe we went,</l>
               <l>And tooke our waies, eche after our entent,</l>
               <l>Some went inward, &amp; went they had gon out,</l>
               <l>Some ſtood in the mid, and looked all about.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And ſoth to ſay, ſome were full ferre behind,</l>
               <l>And right anon as ferforth as the beſt,</l>
               <l>Other there were ſo maſed in her mind,</l>
               <l>Alwaies were good for hem hoſt Eeſt &amp; Weſt,</l>
               <l>Thus went they forth, and had but little reſt,</l>
               <l>And ſome her courage did hem ſore aſſaile,</l>
               <l>For very wrath, they did ſtep ouer the raiſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And as they ſought hem ſelfe to and fro,</l>
               <l>I gate my ſelfe a little auantage,</l>
               <l>All forweried, I might no further go,</l>
               <l>Though I had won right gret for my viage,</l>
               <l>So came I forth into a ſtrait paſſage,</l>
               <l>Which brought me to an herber fair &amp; grene,</l>
               <l>Made with benches full craftie and cleane.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>That as me thought, there might no creature</l>
               <l>Deuiſe a better, by dewe proporcioun,</l>
               <l>Safe it was cloſed well I you enſure,</l>
               <l>With maſonry, of compace enuiroun,</l>
               <l>Full ſecretly with ſtaires going down,</l>
               <l>In middes the place, with turning whele cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taine,</l>
               <l>And vpon that a pot of Margelaine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>With Margarets growing in ordinance,</l>
               <l>To ſhew hem ſelfe, as folke went to and fro,</l>
               <l>That to behold it was a great pleaſance,</l>
               <l>And how they were accompanied with mo,</l>
               <l>Ne mombliſneſse and ſoneneſſe alſo,</l>
               <l>The poure penſes were not diſloged there,</l>
               <l>Ne God wote her place was euery where.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The flore &amp; bench was paued fair &amp; ſmoth,</l>
               <l>With ſtones ſquare, of many diuers hew,</l>
               <l>So well joyned, that for to ſay the ſoth,</l>
               <l>All ſemed one, that none other knew,</l>
               <l>And vnderneth the ſtremes new and new,</l>
               <l>As ſiluer bright, ſpringing in ſuch a wiſe,</l>
               <l>That whence it came, ye coud it not deuiſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>A little while was I all alone,</l>
               <l>Beholding well this delectable place,</l>
               <l>My felawſhip were comming euerychone,</l>
               <l>So muſt we needs abide for a ſpace,</l>
               <l>Remembring of many diuers cace,</l>
               <l>Of time paſſed, with ſighes depe,</l>
               <l>I ſet me downe, and there I fell aſlepe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And as I ſlept, me thought ther came to me,</l>
               <l>A gentill woman, metely of ſtature,</l>
               <l>Of great worſhip ſhe ſeemed for to be,</l>
               <l>Atyred well, not high but by meaſure,</l>
               <l>Her countenaunce full ſad and demure,</l>
               <l>Her colours blewe, all that ſhe had vpon,</l>
               <l>There came no mo but her ſelfe alone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Her gown wel was embraudred certainly,</l>
               <l>With ſtones after her owne deuiſe,</l>
               <l>In her purfill, her word by and by,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Bien &amp; loyalement</hi> as I coud deuiſe.</l>
               <l>Then praid I her in any maner wiſe,</l>
               <l>That of her name I might haue remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>brance,</l>
               <l>She ſaid ſhe was called Perſeuerance.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>So furthermore to ſpeake was I bold,</l>
               <l>Where ſhe dwelled, I prayed her for to ſay,</l>
               <l>And ſhe againe full curteſſy me told,</l>
               <l>My dwelling is, and hath be many a day,</l>
               <l>With a lady: what lady I you pray?</l>
               <l>Of great eſtate, thus warne I you (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>What call ye her? Her name is Loyalte.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>In what office ſtand ye, or in what degree,</l>
               <l>(Qd. I to her) that wold I wete right faine,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="440" facs="tcp:51487:240"/>
I am (qd. ſhe) vnworthy though I bee,</l>
               <l>Of her chambre her huſher in certaine,</l>
               <l>This rodde I beare, as for a token plaine,</l>
               <l>Like as ye know the rule in ſoch ſeruice,</l>
               <l>Apertaining is to the ſame office.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>She charged me by her commandement,</l>
               <l>To warn you, and your felawes euerichone,</l>
               <l>That ye ſhould come there as ſhe is preſent,</l>
               <l>For a counſaile, which ſhall be now anone,</l>
               <l>Or ſeuen daies be commen and gone,</l>
               <l>And furthermore, ſhe bad that I ſhould ſay,</l>
               <l>Excuſe there might be none, nor delay.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Another thing was not forget behind,</l>
               <l>Which in no wiſe I wold but ye knew,</l>
               <l>Remembre well, and beare it in your mind,</l>
               <l>All your felawes and ye muſt come in blew,</l>
               <l>Eueriliche able, your maters for to ſew:</l>
               <l>With more, which I pray you thinke vpon,</l>
               <l>Your words on your ſelues euerychon.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And be not abaſhed in no maner wiſe,</l>
               <l>As many ben, in ſoch an high preſence,</l>
               <l>Make your requeſt, as ye can beſt deuiſe,</l>
               <l>And ſhe gladly woll yeue you audience,</l>
               <l>There is no grefe, nor no maner offence,</l>
               <l>Wherein ye fele that your hert is diſpleaſed,</l>
               <l>But with her help, right ſone ye ſhal be eaſed.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I am right glad (qd. I) ye tell me this,</l>
               <l>But there is none of vs y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knoweth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> way,</l>
               <l>As of your way (qd. ſhe) you ſhall not mis,</l>
               <l>Ye ſhall haue to gide you day by day,</l>
               <l>Of my felawes, I cannot better ſay,</l>
               <l>Soch one as ſhall tell you the way full right,</l>
               <l>And Diligence this gentilwoman hight.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>A woman of right famous gouernaunce,</l>
               <l>And well cheriſhed, I tell you in certaine,</l>
               <l>Her felawſhip ſhall do you great pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>Her porte is ſoch, her maners trew &amp; plaine,</l>
               <l>She with glad chere wold do her beſie paine,</l>
               <l>To bring you there, now farwel I haue done,</l>
               <l>Abide ſaid I, ye may not go ſo ſone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Why ſo (qd. ſhe) and I haue ferre to go,</l>
               <l>To yeue warning in many diuers place,</l>
               <l>To your felawes, and ſo to other mo,</l>
               <l>And well ye wote I haue but litell ſpace.</l>
               <l>Nowe? yet (qd. I) ye muſt tell me this cace,</l>
               <l>If we ſhall any men vnto vs call?</l>
               <l>Not one (qd. ſhe) may come amongs you all.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Not one? then ſaid I, eigh <hi>Benedicite,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>What haue I done, I pray you tell me that,</l>
               <l>Now by my life, I trowe but well (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>But euer I can bilieue there is ſomewhat,</l>
               <l>And for to ſay you trouth more can I not,</l>
               <l>In queſtions I may nothing be to large,</l>
               <l>I meddle no further than my charge.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then thus (qd. I) do me to vnderſtand,</l>
               <l>What place is there this lady is dwelling,</l>
               <l>Forſoth (qd. ſhe) and one ſought all this land,</l>
               <l>Fairer is none, though it were for a king,</l>
               <l>Deuiſed well, and that in euery thing,</l>
               <l>The toures hie full pleaſaunt ſhall ye find,</l>
               <l>With phanes freſh, turning with euery wind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The chambres &amp; parlers of a ſort, (thought,</l>
               <l>With baie windowes, goodly as may bee</l>
               <l>As for daunſing, and other wiſe diſport,</l>
               <l>The galeries right well ywrought,</l>
               <l>That well I wote, if ye were thider brought,</l>
               <l>And take good hede thereof in euery wiſe,</l>
               <l>Ye woll it thinke a very paradiſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>What hight y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> place (qd. I) now ſay me that?</l>
               <l>Pleaſaunt regard (qd. ſhe) to tell you plain.</l>
               <l>Of very trouth (qd. I) and wote ye what,</l>
               <l>It may right well be called ſo certaine:</l>
               <l>But furthermore this wold I wit right ſain,</l>
               <l>What I ſhould do as ſoone as I come there,</l>
               <l>And after whom I may beſt enquere?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>A gentilwoman, a porter of the yate,</l>
               <l>There ſhall ye find, her name is Counte<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nance,</l>
               <l>If ye ſo hap ye come early or late,</l>
               <l>Of her wer good to haue ſome acquaintance,</l>
               <l>She can you tell how ye ſhall you auance.</l>
               <l>And how to come to her ladies preſence,</l>
               <l>To her words I rede ye geue credence.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Now it is time I parte you fro,</l>
               <l>For in good faith I haue great buſineſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I wote right well (qd. I) that it is ſo,</l>
               <l>And I thanke you of your great gentilneſſe,</l>
               <l>Your comfort hath yeuen me hardineſſe,</l>
               <l>That now I ſhall be bold withouten faile,</l>
               <l>To do after your aduice and good counſaile.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus parted ſhe, and I left all alone.</l>
               <l>With that I ſaw (as I beheld aſide)</l>
               <l>A woman come, a very goodly one,</l>
               <l>And forth withal as I had her aſpide,</l>
               <l>Me thought anone it ſhould be the gide:</l>
               <l>And of her name anone I did enquere,</l>
               <l>Full womanly ſhe yaue me this anſwere:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I am (qd. ſhe) a ſimple creature,</l>
               <l>Sent from the court, my name is Diligence,</l>
               <l>As ſone as I might come I you enſure,</l>
               <l>I taried not after I had licence,</l>
               <l>And now that I am come to your preſence,</l>
               <l>Looke what ſeruice I can do or may,</l>
               <l>Commaund me, I can no further ſay.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I thanked her, &amp; praied her to come nere,</l>
               <l>Becauſe I would ſee how ſhe was araid,</l>
               <l>Her gown was blew dreſſed in good manere,</l>
               <l>With her deuiſe, her word alſo that ſaid,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Tant que je puis</hi> and I was well apaid,</l>
               <l>And then wiſt I withouten any more,</l>
               <l>It was full true that I had herde before.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Though we toke now before a little ſpace,</l>
               <l>It were full good (qd. ſhe) as I coud geſſe,</l>
               <l>How farre (qd. I) haue we vnto the place?</l>
               <l>A daies journey (qd. ſhe) but littel leſſe,</l>
               <l>Wherefore I rede that we outward dreſſe,</l>
               <l>For I ſuppoſe our felawſhip is paſt,</l>
               <l>And for nothing I wold not we were the laſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>Then departed we at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſpringing of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> day,</l>
               <l>And forth we went ſoft and eaſie pace,</l>
               <l>Till at the laſt we were on our iourney,</l>
               <l>So far outward, that we might ſee y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> place,</l>
               <l>Now let us reſt, qd. I, a littel ſpace,</l>
               <l>And ſay we as devoutly as we can,</l>
               <l>A <hi>Pater Noſter</hi> for ſaint Iulian.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>With al my herte I aſſent with good will,</l>
               <l>Moch better ſhal we ſpede, when we have done,</l>
               <l>Then taried we, &amp; ſaid it euery dyl,</l>
               <l>And when the day was paſt farre after none</l>
               <l>We ſaw a place, and thider came we ſone,</l>
               <l>Which round about was cloſed with a wall,</l>
               <l>Seeming to me full like an hoſpital.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>There found I one had brought al mine aray,</l>
               <l>(A gentil woman of mine acquaintaunce)</l>
               <l>I haue meruaile, qd. I, what maner way</l>
               <l>Ye had knowlege of al this ordenaunce,</l>
               <l>Yes yes, qd. ſhe, I herde Perſeueraunce,</l>
               <l>How ſhe warned her felawes euerichone,</l>
               <l>And what aray ye ſhoulde haue upon.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Now for my loue, qd. I, this I you pray,</l>
               <l>Sith ye haue take upon you all the paine,</l>
               <l>That ye would help me on with mine aray,</l>
               <l>For wit ye well, I wold be gone right faine.</l>
               <l>All this praier needeth not certaine,</l>
               <l>Qd. ſhe, again, come off and hie you ſone,</l>
               <l>And ye ſhall ſee anone it ſhall be done.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But this I dout me greatly, wote ye what,</l>
               <l>That my felawes be paſſed by and gone:</l>
               <l>I warne you, qd. ſhe, that are they nat,</l>
               <l>For here they ſhall aſſemble euerichone,</l>
               <l>Notwithſtanding I counſaile you anone,</l>
               <l>Make you redy, and tary you no more,</l>
               <l>It is no harme though ye be there before.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>So then I dreſſed me in mine aray,</l>
               <l>And asked her whether it were well or no,</l>
               <l>It is right well, qd. ſhe, unto my pay,</l>
               <l>Ye nede nat care to what place euer ye go.</l>
               <l>And whiles that ſhe and I debated ſo,</l>
               <l>Came Diligence and ſaw me all in blew,</l>
               <l>Siſter, qd. ſhe, right well broke ye your new.</l>
            </lg>
            <div type="part">
               <head>Diſcrecion, Purueiour.</head>
               <l>Then went we forth and met at auenture,</l>
               <l>A yong woman, an officer ſeeming,</l>
               <l>What is your name, qd. I, good creature,</l>
               <l>Diſcrecion, qd. ſhe, without leſing,</l>
               <l>And where, qd. I, is your moſt abiding,</l>
               <l>I haue, qd. ſhe, this office of purchace,</l>
               <l>Chiefe purueiour that longeth to this place.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>Acquaintance, Herbyger.</head>
               <l>Faire loue, qd. I, in all your ordenaunce,</l>
               <l>What is her name that is the herbigere,</l>
               <l>Forſoth, qd. ſhe, her name is Acquaintaunce,</l>
               <l>A woman of right gracious manere,</l>
               <l>Then thus, qd. I, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſtrangers haue ye here,</l>
               <l>But few, qd. ſhe, of high degree ne low,</l>
               <l>Ye be the firſt, as ferforth as I know.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>Countenaunce, Porter.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus with tales we came ſtreight to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> yate,</l>
                  <l>This yong woman departed was &amp; gone,</l>
                  <l>Came Diligence and knocked faſt thereat,</l>
                  <l>Who is without, qd. Countenaunce, anone,</l>
                  <l>Truly, qd. I, faire ſiſter here is one:</l>
                  <l>Which one, qd. ſhe, &amp; therewithal ſhe lough,</l>
                  <l>I Diligence, ye know me wel inough.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then opened ſhe the gate, and in we go,</l>
                  <l>With wordes faire ſhe ſaid full gentilly,</l>
                  <l>Ye are welcome ywis, are ye no mo?</l>
                  <l>Nat one, qd. ſhe, ſaue this woman and I,</l>
                  <l>Now then, qd. ſhe, I pray you hertely,</l>
                  <l>Take my chambre for a while to reſt,</l>
                  <l>Till your felawes come, I hold it beſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I thanked her, &amp; forth we go euerichone,</l>
                  <l>Till her chambre without wordes mo,</l>
                  <l>Came Diligence and toke her leaue anone,</l>
                  <l>Where euer ye liſt, qd. I, now may ye go,</l>
                  <l>And I thanke you right hertely alſo,</l>
                  <l>Of your labour, for which God do you mede,</l>
                  <l>I can no more, but Ieſu be your ſpede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then Countenaunce asked me anone,</l>
                  <l>Your felawſhip, where be they, qd. ſhe,</l>
                  <l>Forſoth, qd. I, they be comming euerichone,</l>
                  <l>But where they are I know no certainte,</l>
                  <l>Without I may hem at this window ſe,</l>
                  <l>Here will I ſtand awaiting euer among,</l>
                  <l>For well I wote they will not be long.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus as I ſtode muſing full buſily,</l>
                  <l>I thought to take good hede of her aray,</l>
                  <l>Her gowne was blewe, this wote I verely,</l>
                  <l>Of good facion, and furred wel with gray,</l>
                  <l>Vpon her ſleue her worde this is no nay,</l>
                  <l>Which ſaid thus, as my penne can endite,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A moy, que je voy,</hi> written with letters white.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then forth withal ſhe came ſtreight to me,</l>
                  <l>Your wordes, qd. ſhe, fain would I y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I knew,</l>
                  <l>Forſoth, qd. I, ye ſhall well know and ſee,</l>
                  <l>And for my worde I haue none, this is trewe,</l>
                  <l>It is inough that my clothing be blew,</l>
                  <l>As here before I had commaundement,</l>
                  <l>And ſo to do, I am right well content.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>Largeſſe, Steward.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>But tell me this I pray you hertely,</l>
                  <l>The ſteward here, ſay me w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is her name?</l>
                  <l>She hight Largeſſe I ſay you ſurely,</l>
                  <l>A faire lady and of right noble fame,</l>
                  <l>Whan ye her ſee ye will reporte the ſame,</l>
                  <l>And under her to bid you welcome all,</l>
                  <l>There is Belchier, marſhal of the hall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now all this while that ye here fary ſtill,</l>
                  <l>Your own maters ye may wel haue in mind,</l>
                  <l>But tel me this, have ye brought any bill?</l>
                  <l>Ye ye, qd. I, and els I were behind,</l>
                  <l>Where is there one tell me that I may find,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="442" facs="tcp:51487:241"/>
To whom y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I may ſhew my maters plain?</l>
                  <l>Surely (qd. ſhe) unto the chamberlain.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>Remembraunce chamberlaine.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>The chamberlaine (qd. I) ſay ye trewe,</l>
                  <l>Ye verely (ſaid ſhe) by mine adviſe,</l>
                  <l>Be nat aferde, unto her lowly ſewe,</l>
                  <l>It ſhall be done (qd. I) as ye deviſe,</l>
                  <l>But ye muſt know her name in any wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Trewly (qd. ſhe) to ſhew you in ſubſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>Withouten faining her name is Remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>braunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Secretary ſhe may not yet be forget,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe doth right moche in every thing,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore I rede, when ye have w<hi rend="sup">tt</hi>her ymet,</l>
                  <l>Your matere hole tell her without faining,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhall her find full good and full loving,</l>
                  <l>Tell me her name (qd. I.) of gentleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>By my good ſothe (qd. ſhe) Aviſeneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That, qd. I, for her is paſſing good,</l>
                  <l>For every bill and ſedule ſhe muſt ſee,</l>
                  <l>Now good, qd. I, come ſtand there as I ſtood,</l>
                  <l>My felawes be comming yonder they be,</l>
                  <l>Is it a yape, or ſay ye ſoth, qd. ſhe?</l>
                  <l>In yape, nay nay, I ſay you for certain,</l>
                  <l>Se how they come togither twain &amp; twain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye ſay ful ſothe, qd. ſhe, that is no nay,</l>
                  <l>I ſee comming a goodly company,</l>
                  <l>They ben ſoch folke, qd. I, dare I ſay,</l>
                  <l>That liſt to love think it verely,</l>
                  <l>And for my love I pray you faithfully,</l>
                  <l>At any time, when they upon me call,</l>
                  <l>That ye wol be good frende to hem all.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of my frendſhip, qd. ſhe, they ſhal not miſſe,</l>
                  <l>And for their eaſe to put thereto my paine.</l>
                  <l>God yeld it you, qd. I, but take you this,</l>
                  <l>How ſhal we know who is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> chamberlaine,</l>
                  <l>That ſhal ye wel know by her word certaine.</l>
                  <l>What is her worde ſiſter, I pray you ſay,</l>
                  <l>(<hi>Plus ne pourroye</hi>) thus writeth ſhe alway.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus as we ſtode togider ſhe and I,</l>
                  <l>Euen at the yate my felawes were echone,</l>
                  <l>So met I hem (as me thought was goodly)</l>
                  <l>And badde hem welcome all by one &amp; one,</l>
                  <l>Then came forth Countenaunce anone,</l>
                  <l>Full hertely, faire ſiſters all, qd. ſhe,</l>
                  <l>Ye be right welcome into this countre.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I counſaile you to take a litel reſt</l>
                  <l>In my chambre, if it be your pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>When ye be there, me thinke it for the beſt,</l>
                  <l>That I go in, and cal Perſeveraunce,</l>
                  <l>Bicauſe ſhe is of your acquaintaunce,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe alſo will tell you every thing,</l>
                  <l>How ye ſhal be ruled of your comming.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My felawes all and I, by one adviſe</l>
                  <l>Were wel agreed, to do like as ſhe ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Then we began to dreſſe us in our giſe,</l>
                  <l>That folke ſhould ſay we were nat unpur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueid,</l>
                  <l>And good wagers among us there we laid,</l>
                  <l>Which of us was atired moſt goodleſt,</l>
                  <l>And of us all which ſhould be praiſed beſt,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The porter came &amp; brought Perſeverance,</l>
                  <l>She welcomed us in curteiſe manere,</l>
                  <l>Think ye not long, qd. ſhe, of your atten<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dance,</l>
                  <l>I will go ſpeke unto the Herbigere,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe purvey for your lodging here,</l>
                  <l>Then will I go unto the Chamberlain,</l>
                  <l>To ſpeke for you, and come anone again.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when ſhe departed was and gone,</l>
                  <l>We ſaw folks comming without the wall,</l>
                  <l>So great people y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> nombre coude we none,</l>
                  <l>Ladies they were, and gentelwomen all,</l>
                  <l>Clothed in blewe echone her worde withal,</l>
                  <l>But for to know her word or her deviſe,</l>
                  <l>They came ſo thick, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ne might in no wiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With that anone came in Perſeverance,</l>
                  <l>And where I ſtode, ſhe came ſtreight to me,</l>
                  <l>Ye ben, qd. ſhe, of mine old acquaintance,</l>
                  <l>You to enquere the bolder would I bee,</l>
                  <l>What word they bere eche after her degree,</l>
                  <l>I you pray tell it me in ſecrete wiſe,</l>
                  <l>And I ſhall keepe it cloſe on warrantiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>We ben five Ladies, qd. I, all in fere,</l>
                  <l>And gentlewomen foure in company,</l>
                  <l>When they begin to open her mattere,</l>
                  <l>Then ſhall ye know her wordes by and by,</l>
                  <l>But as for me I have none verely,</l>
                  <l>And ſo I tolde Countenaunce here before,</l>
                  <l>All mine array is blewe, what needeth more.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now then, qd. ſhe, I woll go againe,</l>
                  <l>That ye may have knowledge w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye ſhuld do,</l>
                  <l>In ſoth, qd. I, if ye wold take the paine,</l>
                  <l>Ye did right moch for us, if ye do ſo</l>
                  <l>The rather ſpeed, the ſoner may we go,</l>
                  <l>Great coſte alway there is in tarying,</l>
                  <l>And long to ſewe it is a wery thing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then parted ſhe, &amp; came again anone,</l>
                  <l>Ye muſt, qd. ſhe, come to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> chamberlaine,</l>
                  <l>We be now redy, qd. I, everychone,</l>
                  <l>To folow you, whan euer ye liſt certaine,</l>
                  <l>We have none eloquence to tell you plaine,</l>
                  <l>Beſeeching you we may be ſo excuſed,</l>
                  <l>Our trewe meaning, that it be not refuſed.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then went we forth after Perſeverance,</l>
                  <l>To ſee the prees it was a wonder cace,</l>
                  <l>There for to paſſe it was great combrance,</l>
                  <l>The people ſtode ſo thick in every place.</l>
                  <l>Now ſtand ye ſtill, qd. ſhe, a littel ſpace,</l>
                  <l>And for your eaſe ſomewhat I ſhall aſſay,</l>
                  <l>If I can make you any better way.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And forth ſhe goeth, among hem every<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chone</l>
                  <l>Making a way, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we might thorough paſſe</l>
                  <l>More at our eaſe, and when ſhe had ſo done,</l>
                  <l>She beckend us to come, where as ſhe was,</l>
                  <l>So after her we folowed more and las,</l>
                  <l>She brought us ſtreight unto y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> chamberlain,</l>
                  <l>There left ſhe us, and then ſhe went again.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <pb n="443" facs="tcp:51487:241"/>
                  <l>We ſalued her as reaſon would it ſo,</l>
                  <l>Full humble beſeching her great goodneſſe,</l>
                  <l>In our matters that we had for to do,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe would be good lady and maiſtreſſe.</l>
                  <l>Ye be welcome (qd. ſhe) in ſothfaſtneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſee what I can do, you for to pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>I am redy, that may be to your eaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>We folowed her vnto the chamber dore,</l>
                  <l>Siſters (qd. ſhe) come ye in after mee.</l>
                  <l>But wete ye well, there was a paued flore,</l>
                  <l>The goodlieſt, that any wight might ſee,</l>
                  <l>And furthermore about then loked wee,</l>
                  <l>On eche corner, and vpon euery wall,</l>
                  <l>Which was made of Burel and Criſtall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wherein was grauen of ſtories many one,</l>
                  <l>Firſt how Phillis, of womanly pite,</l>
                  <l>Died piteouſly for loue of Demophone,</l>
                  <l>Next after was the ſtory of Tisbe,</l>
                  <l>How ſhe ſlewe her ſelf under a tree,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſaw I more, how in a right pitous caas,</l>
                  <l>For Antony was ſlaine Cleopatras.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That other ſide was Hawes the ſhene,</l>
                  <l>Full untrewly diſceiued in her baine.</l>
                  <l>There was alſo Annelida the queene,</l>
                  <l>Vpon Arcite how ſore ſhe did complaine,</l>
                  <l>All theſe ſtories were graued there certaine,</l>
                  <l>And many mo than I reherſe you here,</l>
                  <l>It were too long to tell you all in fere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And bicauſe the walles ſhone ſo bright,</l>
                  <l>With fine umple they were al ouer ſprad,</l>
                  <l>To the entent folke ſhuld not hurt her ſight,</l>
                  <l>And through it the ſtories might be rad,</l>
                  <l>Then further more I went, as I was lad,</l>
                  <l>And there I ſawe without any faile,</l>
                  <l>A chaire ſet, with full rich apparaile.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And fiue ſtages, it was ſet fro the ground,</l>
                  <l>Of Caſſidony full curiouſly wrought,</l>
                  <l>With foure pomelles of gold, &amp; very round,</l>
                  <l>Set with ſaphirs, as good as coude be thought</l>
                  <l>That wot ye what, if it were through ſought,</l>
                  <l>As I ſuppoſe, fro this country to Inde,</l>
                  <l>Another ſoch it were right hard to finde.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For wete ye well, I was right nere that,</l>
                  <l>So as I durſt, beholding by and by,</l>
                  <l>Aboue there was a rich cloth of eſtate,</l>
                  <l>Wrought with the needle ful ſtraungely,</l>
                  <l>Her worde theron, and thus it ſaid truely,</l>
                  <l>I endure to tell you in words few,</l>
                  <l>With great letters, the better I hem knew.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus as we ſtode, a dore opened anone,</l>
                  <l>A gentilwoman, ſemely of ſtature,</l>
                  <l>Bering a mace, came out her ſelfe alone,</l>
                  <l>Sothly me thought a goodly creature,</l>
                  <l>She ſpeake nothing to lowde, I you enſure,</l>
                  <l>Nor haſtely, but with goodly warning,</l>
                  <l>Make rome (qd. ſhe) my lady is comming.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With that anone I ſaw Perſeveraunce,</l>
                  <l>How ſhe helde vp the tapet in her hand,</l>
                  <l>I ſaw alſo right in goodly ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>This great Lady within the tapet ſtand,</l>
                  <l>Comming outward, I wol ye vnderſtand,</l>
                  <l>And after her a noble company,</l>
                  <l>I coude not tell the nombre ſikerly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of their names I wolde nothing enquere,</l>
                  <l>Further than ſoch as we wolde ſewe vnto,</l>
                  <l>Save a Lady which was the chauncellere,</l>
                  <l>Attemperaunce ſothly her name was ſo,</l>
                  <l>For vs nedeth with her have moche to do</l>
                  <l>In our matters, and alway more and more,</l>
                  <l>And ſo forth to tell you furthermore,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of this Lady her beauty to diſcrive,</l>
                  <l>My conning is to ſimple verely,</l>
                  <l>For never yet the daies of my live</l>
                  <l>So inly faire I have ſeene none truly,</l>
                  <l>In her eſtate aſſured vtterly,</l>
                  <l>There wanted nought, I dare well aſſure,</l>
                  <l>That longed to a goodly creature.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And furthermore, to ſpeake of her array,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall tell you the manner of her gowne,</l>
                  <l>Of cloth of gold, full rich it is no nay,</l>
                  <l>The colour blew, of right goodly faſhioun,</l>
                  <l>In taberde wiſe, the ſleves hanging adoun,</l>
                  <l>And what purfill<g ref="char:punc">▪</g> there was, &amp; in what wiſe,</l>
                  <l>So as I can, I ſhall it you deviſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>After a ſort, the coller and the vent</l>
                  <l>Like as Armine is made in purfeling,</l>
                  <l>With great pearles full fine and orient,</l>
                  <l>They were couched all after one worching,</l>
                  <l>With diamonds in ſteed of powdering,</l>
                  <l>The ſleeves and purfell of aſſiſe,</l>
                  <l>They were made like in every wiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>About her necke a ſort of faire rubies</l>
                  <l>In white floures of right fine enamaile,</l>
                  <l>Vpon her head ſet in the faireſt wiſe</l>
                  <l>A cercle of great balais of entaile,</l>
                  <l>That in earneſt to ſpeake without faile,</l>
                  <l>For young and old, and every manner age,</l>
                  <l>It was a world to looken on her viſage.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus comming forth to ſit in her eſtate,</l>
                  <l>In her preſence we kneeled down everychone,</l>
                  <l>Preſenting our billes, and ye wote what,</l>
                  <l>Full humbly ſhe tooke hem by one and one,</l>
                  <l>When we had done, then came they all anone,</l>
                  <l>And did the ſame each after her manere,</l>
                  <l>Kneeling at ones, and riſing all in fere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when this was don, &amp; ſhe ſet in her place,</l>
                  <l>The chamberlaine ſhe did vnto her call,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe goodly comming vnto her apace,</l>
                  <l>Of her entent knowing nothing at all,</l>
                  <l>Void backe the preaſe (qd. ſhe) vp to the wall,</l>
                  <l>Make large roome, but looke ye do not tary,</l>
                  <l>And take theſe billes to the ſecretary.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The chamberlaine did her commaundment,</l>
                  <l>And came againe, as ſhe was bid to do,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="444" facs="tcp:51487:242"/>
The ſecretary there being preſent,</l>
                  <l>The billes were delivered her alſo,</l>
                  <l>Not only ours, but many other mo,</l>
                  <l>Then the Lady with good adviſe againe,</l>
                  <l>Anone withall called her chamberlaine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>We woll (qd. ſhe) the firſt thing that ye do,</l>
                  <l>The ſecretary ye do make come anone</l>
                  <l>With her billes, and thus we will alſo,</l>
                  <l>In our preſence ſhe rede hem everychone,</l>
                  <l>That we may take good adviſe theron</l>
                  <l>Of the Ladies that ben of onr counſaile,</l>
                  <l>Looke this be done withouten any faile.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When the chamberlain wiſt of her entent,</l>
                  <l>Anone ſhe did the ſecretary call,</l>
                  <l>Let your billes (qd. ſhe) be here preſent,</l>
                  <l>My Lady it will: Madame (qd. ſhe) I ſhall,</l>
                  <l>And in preſence ſhe will ye hem call,</l>
                  <l>With good will I am ready (qd. ſhe)</l>
                  <l>At her pleaſure, when ſhe commandeth me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And vpon that was made an ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>They that came firſt, her billes ſhould be red,</l>
                  <l>Full gentilly then ſaid Perſeveraunce,</l>
                  <l>Reaſon it will they were ſooneſt ſped,</l>
                  <l>Anone withall, vpon a tapet ſpred</l>
                  <l>The ſecretary laid hem downe echone,</l>
                  <l>Our billes firſt ſhe redde one by one.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The firſt Lady bearing in her deviſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Sans que jamays,</hi> thus wrote ſhe on her bill,</l>
                  <l>Complaining ſore, and in full pitous wiſe</l>
                  <l>Of promiſe made, with faithful hert and will,</l>
                  <l>And ſo broken ayenſt all manner skill</l>
                  <l>Without deſert, alwaies on her party</l>
                  <l>In this matter deſiring a remedy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Her next folowing, her word was in this wiſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Un ſans changer,</hi> and thus ſhe did complaine,</l>
                  <l>Though ſhe had guerdoned for her ſervice,</l>
                  <l>Yet nothing like as ſhe that tooke the paine,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore ſhe coud in no wiſe her reſtraine,</l>
                  <l>But in this caſe ſue vntill her preſence,</l>
                  <l>As reaſon would, to have recompence.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So furthermore, to ſpeake of other twaine,</l>
                  <l>One of hem wrote after her fantaſie,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Onques puis leuer,</hi> and for to tell you plaine,</l>
                  <l>Her complaint was full pitous verely,</l>
                  <l>For as ſhe ſaid: there was great reaſon why,</l>
                  <l>As I can remember this matere,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall you tell the proceſſe all in fere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Her bill was made complaining in her giſe,</l>
                  <l>That of her joy her comfort and gladneſſe</l>
                  <l>Was no ſurety, for in no manner wiſe</l>
                  <l>She ſaid therein no point of ſtableneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Now ill, now wele, out of all ſikerneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Full humbly deſiring of her high grace,</l>
                  <l>Soone to ſhew her remedy in this caſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Her fellaw made her bill, and thus ſhe ſaid,</l>
                  <l>In plaining wiſe there as ſhe loved beſt,</l>
                  <l>Whether ſhe were wroth or wele apaid,</l>
                  <l>She might not ſee when ſhe woll faineſt,</l>
                  <l>And wroth ſhe was in very earneſt</l>
                  <l>To tell her word, as ferforth as I wote,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Entierement voſtre,</hi> right thus ſhe wrote,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And vpon that ſhe made a great requeſt,</l>
                  <l>With hert and will, &amp; all that might be done,</l>
                  <l>As vntill her that might redreſſe it beſt,</l>
                  <l>For in her mind there might ſhe find it ſoone</l>
                  <l>The remedy of that which was her boone,</l>
                  <l>Rehearſing that ſhe had ſaid before,</l>
                  <l>Beſeeching her it might be ſo no more.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And in like wiſe as they had done before,</l>
                  <l>The gentlewomen of our company</l>
                  <l>Put her billes, and for to tell you more,</l>
                  <l>One of hem wrote (<hi>C'eſt ſans dire</hi>) verely,</l>
                  <l>And her matere hole to ſpecifie,</l>
                  <l>Within her bill ſhe put it in writing,</l>
                  <l>And what it ſaid, ye ſhall have knowing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>It ſaid God wote, and that full pitouſly,</l>
                  <l>Like as ſhe was diſpoſed in her hert,</l>
                  <l>No miſfortune that ſhe tooke grevouſly,</l>
                  <l>All one to her was the joy and ſmert,</l>
                  <l>Sometime no thanke for all her good deſert,</l>
                  <l>Other comfort ſhe wanted none comming,</l>
                  <l>And ſo vſed, it greeued her nothing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Deſiring her, and lowly beſeeching</l>
                  <l>That ſhe would for ſeke a better way,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe that had ben her daies living</l>
                  <l>Stedfaſt and trewe, and will be alway.</l>
                  <l>Of her felaw ſomewhat I ſhall you ſay,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe bill was red next forth withall,</l>
                  <l>And what it meant rehearſen you I ſhall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>En Dieu eſt,</hi> ſhe wrote in her deviſe,</l>
                  <l>And thus ſhe ſaid withouten faile,</l>
                  <l>Her trouth might be take in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Like as ſhe thouȝt, wherfore ſhe had mervaile,</l>
                  <l>For trouth ſomtime was wont to take availe</l>
                  <l>In every matere, but all that is ago,</l>
                  <l>The more pity that it is ſuffred ſo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Much more there was, wherof ſhe ſhuld com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>plain,</l>
                  <l>But ſhe thoght it too great encombraunce,</l>
                  <l>So much to write, and therfore in certain,</l>
                  <l>In God and her ſhe put all her affiaunce,</l>
                  <l>As in her word is made a remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>Beſeeching her, that ſhe would in this cace</l>
                  <l>Shew vnto her the favour of her grace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The third ſhe wrote, reherſing her grevaunce,</l>
                  <l>Ye, wote ye what, a pitous thing to here,</l>
                  <l>For as me thoght ſhe felt great diſpleſaunce,</l>
                  <l>One might right wel perceive it by her chere,</l>
                  <l>And no wonder, it ſate her paſſing nere,</l>
                  <l>Yet loth ſhe was to put it in writing,</l>
                  <l>But need woll have courſe in every thing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Soyes enſure,</hi> this was her word certaine,</l>
                  <l>And thus ſhe wrote in a little ſpace,</l>
                  <l>There ſhe loved, her labour was in vaine,</l>
                  <l>For he was ſet all in another place,</l>
                  <l>Full humbly deſiring in that cace</l>
                  <l>Some good comfort her ſorrow to appeaſe,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe might live more at hearts eaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <pb n="445" facs="tcp:51487:242"/>
                  <l>The fourth ſurely me thought ſhe liked wele,</l>
                  <l>As in her port, and in her behaving,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>bien moneſte,</hi> as ferre as I coud fele,</l>
                  <l>That was her word till her well belonging,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore to her ſhe prayed above all thing,</l>
                  <l>Full heartely to ſay you in ſubſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe would ſend her good continuaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye have rehearſed me theſe billes all,</l>
                  <l>But now let ſee ſomwhat of your entent,</l>
                  <l>It may ſo hap, paraventure ye ſhall,</l>
                  <l>Now I pray you while I am here preſent,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhall have knowledge parde what I ment,</l>
                  <l>But this I ſay in trouth, and make no fable,</l>
                  <l>The caſe it ſelfe is inly lamentable.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And well I wote ye woll think the ſame,</l>
                  <l>Like as I ſay, when ye have heard my bill,</l>
                  <l>Now good tel on, I here you by ſaint Iame,</l>
                  <l>Abide a while, it is not yet my will,</l>
                  <l>Yet muſt ye wete by reaſon and by ſkill,</l>
                  <l>Sith ye haue knowledg of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was don before,</l>
                  <l>And thus it is ſaid without words more.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Nothing ſo lefe as death to come to me,</l>
                  <l>For finall end of my ſorrowes and paine,</l>
                  <l>What ſhould I more deſire as ſeeme ye,</l>
                  <l>And ye knew all aforne it for certaine,</l>
                  <l>I wote ye would, and for to tell you plaine</l>
                  <l>Without her help, that hath all thing in cure,</l>
                  <l>I cannat thinke that it may long endure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As for my trouth, it hath be proued wele,</l>
                  <l>To ſay the ſooth, I can ſay no more,</l>
                  <l>Of full long time, and ſuffered euerydele</l>
                  <l>In patience, and keepe it all in ſtore</l>
                  <l>Of her goodneſſe, beſeeching her therefore,</l>
                  <l>That I might haue my thanke in ſuch wiſe,</l>
                  <l>As my deſert ſerueth of juſtiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When theſe billes were rad euerychone,</l>
                  <l>The ladies tooke a good aduiſement,</l>
                  <l>And hem to anſwere by one and one,</l>
                  <l>She thought it was too much, in her entent,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore ſhe yaue hem commaundement,</l>
                  <l>In her preſence to come both one and all,</l>
                  <l>To yeue hem her anſwere in generall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What did ſhe then, ſuppoſe ye verely?</l>
                  <l>She ſpake her ſelf, and ſaid in this manere:</l>
                  <l>We haue well ſeene your billes by and by,</l>
                  <l>And ſome of hem pitous for to here,</l>
                  <l>We woll therefore ye know all this in fere,</l>
                  <l>Within ſhort time, our court of parliment</l>
                  <l>Here ſhall be hold in our pallais preſent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And in all this, wherein you find you greued,</l>
                  <l>There ſhall ye find an open remedy,</l>
                  <l>In ſuch wiſe as ye ſhall be releeued</l>
                  <l>Of all that ye rehearſe here, throughly:</l>
                  <l>As for the date ye ſhall know verely,</l>
                  <l>That ye may haue a ſpace in your comming,</l>
                  <l>For Diligence ſhall it tell you by writing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>We thanked her in our moſt humble wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Our felawſhip ech one by one aſſent</l>
                  <l>Submitting vs lowly till her ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>For as we thought, we had our trauail ſpent</l>
                  <l>In ſuch wiſe as we held vs content,</l>
                  <l>Then each of vs tooke other by the ſleue,</l>
                  <l>And forthwithall, as we ſhould take our leue,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>All ſuddainly the water ſprang anone</l>
                  <l>In my viſage, and therewithall I woke,</l>
                  <l>Where am I now, thought I, all this is gone,</l>
                  <l>All maſed, and vp I gan to loke,</l>
                  <l>With that anon I went and made this boke,</l>
                  <l>Thus ſimply rehearſing the ſubſtance,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe it ſhuld not be out of remembrance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now verely your dream is paſſing good,</l>
                  <l>And worthy to be had in remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>For though I ſtand here as long as I ſtood,</l>
                  <l>It ſhould to me be none encombraunce,</l>
                  <l>I tooke therein ſo inly great pleaſaunce.</l>
                  <l>But tell me now w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye the book do call,</l>
                  <l>For I muſt wete: With right good will ye ſhall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As for this booke, to ſay you very right,</l>
                  <l>Of the name to tell you in certainte,</l>
                  <l>L'aſſemble de dames, thus it hight,</l>
                  <l>How thinke ye, that name is good parde,</l>
                  <l>Now go farewell, for they call after me</l>
                  <l>My felawes all, and I muſt after ſone,</l>
                  <l>Rede well my dreme, for now my tale is done.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="Astrolabe" type="work">
            <head>The Concluſions of the Aſtrolabie.</head>
            <head type="sub">This Book (written to his Son in the year of our Lord 1391, and in the 14th of King Richard 2.)
ſtandeth ſo good at this day, eſpecially for the Horizon of Oxford, as in the opinion of the
Learned, it cannot be amended.</head>
            <div type="introduction">
               <p>LIttle Lowis my ſonne, I perceiue well
by certaine euidences, thine abilitie
to learne ſciences, touching numbers
and proportions, and alſo well conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
I thy buſie prayer in eſpeciall to learne
the Treatiſe of the Aſtrolabie. Then for as
much as a Philoſopher ſaith, hee wrapeth
him in his friend, that condiſcendeth to the
rightfull prayers of his friend: Therefore
I haue giuen thee a ſufficient Aſtrolabie for
our orizont, compouned after the latitude
of Oxenford: Vpon the which, by mediation
of this little Treatiſe, I purpoſe to teach
thee a certaine number of concluſions per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tayning
to this ſame inſtrument. I ſay a
certaine of concluſions, for three cauſes, the
firſt cauſe is this: Truſt well, that all the
concluſions that haue be founden, or els poſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſibly
might be found in ſo noble an inſtru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
as is the Aſtrolabie, ben vnknowen
perfitly to any mortall man in this region,
as I ſuppoſe. Another cauſe is this, that
<pb n="446" facs="tcp:51487:243"/>
ſoothly in any carts of the Aſtrolabie that I
haue yſeene, there ben ſome concluſions, that
woll not in all thyngs perfourme her be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>heſts:
and ſome of hem beene too hard to thy
tender age of ten yeare to conceiue. This
Treatiſe deuided in fiue parts, will I ſhewe
the woonder light rules and naked words in
Engliſh, for Latine ne canſt thou nat yet but
ſmale, my little ſonne. But neuertheleſſe,
ſuffiſeth to thee theſe true concluſions in
Engliſh, as well as ſuffiſeth to this noble
clerkes, Greekes, theſe ſame concluſions in
Greeke, and to the Arabines in Arabike, and
to Iewes in Hebrewe, and to the Latin folk
in Latine: which Latin folke had hem firſt
out of other diuers languages, and writ
hem in her owne tongue, that is to ſaine, in
Latine.</p>
               <p>And God wote that in all theſe languages,
and in many mo, haue theſe concluſions been
ſufficiently learned and taught, and yet by
diuers rules, * Right as diuers pathes lead<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
diuers folke the right way to Rome.</p>
               <p>Now woll I pray meekely euery perſon
diſcreet, that redeth or heareth this little
Treatiſe, to haue my rude ententing excu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed,
and my ſuperfluitie of words, for two
cauſes: The firſt cauſe is, for that curious
enditing, and hard ſentences, is full heauy
at ones for ſuch a child to learne: And the
ſecond cauſe is this, that ſothly, me ſemeth
better to writen vnto a child twice a good
ſentence, than he foryete it once. And Low<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>is,
if it ſo be that I ſhew thee in my lith
Engliſh, as true concluſions touching this
matter, and not only as true, but as many
and ſubtill concluſions, as ben yſhewed in
Latine, in any common Treatiſe of the A<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrolabie,
conne mee the more thanke, and
pray God ſaue the king, that is lord of this
language, and all that him faith beareth,
and obeyeth, eueriche in his degree, the more
and the laſſe. But conſidereth well, that I
ne vſurpe not to haue founden this werke
of my labour or of mine engine: I nam but
a leaud compilatour of the labour of olde
Aſtrologiens, and haue it tranſlated in mine
Engliſh, only for thy doctrine: and with this
ſwerde ſhall I ſleen enuie.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="arguments">
               <div n="1" type="argument">
                  <head>The firſt Party.</head>
                  <p>THe firſt party of this Treatiſe ſhall re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hearſe
the figures, and the members of
thine Aſtrolabie, becauſe that thou ſhalt haue
the greater knowing of thine owne inſtru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment.</p>
               </div>
               <div n="2" type="argument">
                  <head>The ſecond Party.</head>
                  <p>THe ſecond party ſhall teach thee to
werken the very practike of the foreſaid
concluſions, as ferre forth, and alſo narrow,
as may bee ſhewed in ſo ſmall an inſtru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
portatife about. For well wote euery
Aſtrologien, that ſmalleſt fractions ne woll
not bee ſhewed in ſo ſmall an inſtrument, as
in ſubtill tables, calculed for a cauſe.</p>
               </div>
               <div n="3" type="argument">
                  <head>The third Party.</head>
                  <p>THe third party ſhall contayne diuers
tables of longitudes and latitudes of
ſterres, fixe in the Aſtrolabie. And tables of
the declinations of the Sun, and tables of
the longitude of citties and townes: and
tables, as well for the gouernation of the
clocke, as for to finde the altitude meridian,
and many another notable concluſion, after
the kalenders of the reuerent clerks, Frere
Iohn Som, and Frere N. Lenne.</p>
               </div>
               <div n="4" type="argument">
                  <head>The fourth Party.</head>
                  <p>THe fourth party ſhall be a theorike, to
declare the meaning of the celeſtiall
bodies, with the cauſes, the which the fourth
party in ſpeciall ſhall ſhew in a table of the
very meuing of the moone, from one to one,
euery day and euery ſigne, after thine alma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nacke.
Vpon the which table, there follow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
a canon, ſufficient to teach, as well in
manner of working in the ſame concluſions,
as to know in our Horizont, with which de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gree
of Zodiake the moone ariſeth in any la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>titude,
and the ariſing in any plannet after
his latitude fro the eclipticke line.</p>
               </div>
               <div n="5" type="argument">
                  <head>The fifth Party.</head>
                  <p>THe fift party ſhall been an introductorie,
after the ſtatutes of our doctors, on
which, thou mayeſt learne a great part of
the generall rules of theorike in Aſtrologie.
In which fift party, thou ſhalt find tables of
equacions of houſes, after the latitude of
Oxenford, and tables of dignities of plan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nets,
and other notefull things, if God
vouchſafe, and his mother the maiden, mo
than I behete.</p>
               </div>
            </div>
            <div type="parts_of_the_astrolabe">
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Ring.</head>
                  <p>THy Aſtrolabie hath a ringe to putten on
thy thombe, on thy right honde, in ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>king
of the height of thynges. And take
keepe, from hence forward I woll clepe the
height of heauie thing that is take by the
rule, the altitude, withouten mo words.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Turet.</head>
                  <p>THis ring ronneth in a manner of a tu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ret,
faſtened to the moder of thine Aſtro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>labie,
in a roume or ſpace, that it diſtroubel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
not the inſtrument to hangen after his
right centure. The moder of thine Aſtrola<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bie,
is thickeſt by the brinkes, that is, the vt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>moſt
ring with degrees: and all the middle
within the ring, ſhall bee thinner, to receiue
the plates for diuers clymates, and alſo for
the rethe, that is ſhape in manner of a net,
or els after the webbe of a loppe.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Moder.</head>
                  <p>THe moder of thine Aſtrolabie, is the
thickeſt plate, pierced with a large hole,
that receiueth in her wombe the thinne
plates, compowned of diuers clymates, and
thy rethe ſhapen in manner of a net, or of a
webbe of a loppe.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <pb n="447" facs="tcp:51487:243"/>
                  <head>Of the four Lines.</head>
                  <p>THis moder is deuided on the backe halfe
with a line, that commeth diſcending
fro the ring downe to the nethereſt bordure,
the which line, fro the foreſaid ring vnto the
centre of the large hole amidde, is cleaped
the South line, or els the line Meridionall:
and the remenaunt of this line, downe to
the bordure, is cleaped the North line, or all
the line of the Midnight.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Of four Lines, Eaſt, Weſt, North, and South.</head>
                  <p>OVerthwart this foreſaid long line, there
croſſeth him another line of the ſame
length, fro Eaſt to Weſt, of the which line,
from a little croſſe in the bordure, vnto the
centure of the large hole, is cleaped the Eaſt
line, or els the line Orientall: and the reme<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunt
of the line, fro the foreſaid Orientall
vnto the bordure, is ycleaped the Weſt line,
or the line Occidentall.</p>
                  <p>Now haſt thou here the foure quarters of
thine Aſtrolabie, deuided after the foure
principall plages or quarters of the firma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Which is the right ſide, and which is the left.</head>
                  <p>THe Eaſt ſide of the Aſtrolabie is cleaped
the right ſide, and the Weſt ſide is
cleaped the lefte ſide. Foryet not this little
Lowis. Put the ringe of thine Aſtrolabie
vpon the thombe of thy right hand, and then
woll his right ſide be toward thy left ſide,
and his left ſide woll be toward thy right
ſide. Take this rule generall, as well on the
backe, as on the wombe ſide. Vpon the ende
of this Eaſt line (as I firſt ſaid) is ymarked
a little croſſe, where as euermore generally
is conſidered the entering of the Eaſt de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gree,
in the which the Sunne ariſeth.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The degrees fro the Eaſt line to the South.</head>
                  <p>FRo the little croſſe, vp to the end of the
Meridionall line, vnder the ring ſhalt
thou finde the bordure, deuided with xc. de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees,
and by that ſame proportion is euery
quarter of thine Aſtrolabie deuided, ouer
the which degrees, there beene numbers of
Augrime, that deuiden thilke ſame degrees
fro fiue to fiue, as ſheweth by long ſtrikes
betweene, of the which, by long ſtrikes, the
ſpace betweene conteineth a mile way, and
euery degree of thilke bordure conteineth
foure minutes, that is to ſay, foure minutes
of an houre.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Of the twelve Signs, Aries, Taurus, Gemini,
Cancer, and the others.</head>
                  <p>UNder the compaſſe of thilke degrees
been written the names of the twelue
ſignes, as Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer,
Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius,
Capricornus, Aquarius, and Piſces. And the
nombers of the degrees of the ſignes been
written in Augrime aboue, and with long
diuiſions, from fiue to fiue, deuideth from
the time that the ſigne entereth vnto the
laſt end. But vnderſtand well, that theſe de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees
of ſignes been eueriche of hem conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dered
of fortie minutes, and euery minute
of fortie ſeconds, and ſo foorth into ſmall fra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctions
infinite, as ſaith Alcabucius. And
therefore know well, that a degree of the
bordure containeth foure minutes, and a
degree of a ſigne containeth fortie minutes,
and haue this in mind.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Cercle of the Days.</head>
                  <p>NExt this followeth the cercle of the
daies, that been figured in manner of
the degrees, that conteinen in number three
hundred threeſcore and fiue, deuided alſo
with long ſtrikes, from fiue to fiue, and the
numbers of Augrime written vnder the
cercle.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Cercle of the twelve Months.</head>
                  <p>NExt the cercle of dayes, followeth the
cercle of the twelue names of the
months, that is to ſay, Ianuarius, Februa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rius,
Marcius, Aprill, Maius, Iunius, Iuli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>us,
Auguſt, September, October, Nouem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ber,
December.</p>
                  <p>The names of theſe Months taken her
names, ſome for properties, and ſome by ſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tutes
of Emperors, and ſome by other
Lords of Rome. Eke of theſe Months, as
liked to Iulius Ceſar, and Ceſar Auguſtus,
ſome were ycompouned of diuers nombers
of days, as Iulie and Auguſt. Then hath
Ianuarius xxxi. days, Februarius xxviii.
Marcius xxxi. Aprill xxx. Maius xxxi. Iu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nius
xxx. Iulius xxxi. Auguſt xxxi. Sep<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tember
xxx. October xxxi. Nouember xxx.
December xxxi. Natheleſſe, although that
Iulius Ceſar took two dayes out of Feue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rere,
and put hem in his Month of Iuly,
and Auguſtus Ceſar cleped the Month of
Auguſt after his name, and ordained it of
xxxi. days: yet truſt well, that the Sunne
dwelleth therefore neuer the more, ne the
laſſe, in one ſigne than in another.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Names of the holy days.</head>
                  <p>THen followeth the names of the holye
dayes in the Kalender, and next hem
the letters, A. B. C. on which they fallen.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Scale of the Aſtrolabie.</head>
                  <p>NExt the foreſaid cercle of the A. B. C.
vnder the croſſe line is marked the
ſcale, in manner of two ſquires, or els in
manner of ledders, that ſerueth by his xxii.
points, and his diuiſions of full many a ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tell
concluſion of this foreſaid ſcale: For the
croſſe line vnto the very angle, is cleaped
<hi>Umbra recta,</hi> or els <hi>Umbra extenſa,</hi> and the
nether party <hi>Umbra verſa.</hi>
                  </p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <pb n="448" facs="tcp:51487:244"/>
                  <head>The Rule.</head>
                  <p>THen haſt thou a broad rule, that hath on
euery ende a ſquare plate, parted with
certaine holes, ſome more, and ſome leſſe, to
receiuen the ſtremes of the Sunne by day,
and eke by mediation of thine eye, to know
the altitude of the ſterres by night.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Pin, which is imagined to be Pole artike,
and the Horſe.</head>
                  <p>THen is there a large pin, in manner of
an exiltre, that goeth through the hole
that halt the tables of the climathes in the
reeth, in the wombe of the moder, thorow
which pin there goeth a little wedge, the
which is cleped the Horſe, that ſtraineth all
theſe parts together. This foreſaid great
pin, in manner of an exiltre, is imagined to
be the Pole artike in thine Aſtrolabie.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>For lines on the Womb ſide.</head>
                  <p>THe wombe ſide of thine Aſtrolabie is alſo
diuided with a long croſſe in foure
quarters, from the Caſt to Weſt, and from
the South to North, from right ſide to left
ſide, as is the backſide.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The degrees of the Womb ſide.</head>
                  <p>THe border of which wombe ſide is deui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
fro the point of the Eaſt line vnto
the point of the South line, vnder the ring,
in 90 degrees, and by the ſame proportion
is euery quarter diuided, as is the backe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſide,
that amounteth to 360 degrees. And
vnderſtand well, that the degrees of this bor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der,
been aunſwering and conſenting to the
degrees of Equinoctiall, that is deuided in
the ſame number, as euery other cercle is in
the high heauen.</p>
                  <p>This border is deuided alſo with 23 let<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters,
and a ſmall croſſe aboue the South
line, that ſheweth the 24 houres equals of
the clocke. And I haue ſaid, fiue of theſe de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees
maken a mile way, and three mile
way maken an houre, and euery degree of
this border containeth 4 minutes, and euery
minute 40 ſeconds. Now haue I told thee
twice, and for the more declaration.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Of the principal Cercles.</head>
                  <p>THe plate vnder the reete, is diſcriued
with three Cercles, of which, the leaſt is
cleaped the Cercle of Cancer, becauſe that
the head of Cancer tourneth euermore con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>centrike
vpon the ſame Cercle. In this half
of Cancer is the greateſt declination North<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
of the Sunne, and therefore is he ycle<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ped
<hi>Solſticium</hi> of Summer, which declinati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
after the Ptholome, is 23 degrees, and
50 minutes, as well in Cancer, as in Capri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corne.
This ſigne of Cancer is cleped the
Tropick of Summer, of Tropos, that is to
ſaine, ayenward. The middle cercle in wide<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of this three, is cleaped the cercle Equi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noctiall,
vpon which tourneth euermore the
heads of Aries and Libra. And vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtande
well, that euermore this cercle
Equinoctiall tourneth juſtly fro very Eaſt
to very Weſt, as I haue ſhewed in the ſphere
ſolid. This ſame cercle is cleaped alſo the
wayer of the day: For when the Sunne is in
the head of Aries and Libra, then been days
and nights like of length in all the world,
and therefore been theſe two ſignes called
Equinoctis. And all that mooueth within
theſe heads of Aries and Libra, is ycalled
Northward: and all that mooueth without
theſe heads, his meuing is cleped South<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward:
as for the Equinoctiall, take kepe of
the latitudes, North and South, and forget
it not: by this cercle Equinoctiall, been con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſidered
the 24 hours of the clock. For euer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>more,
the ariſing of 15 degrees of the Equi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noctiall,
maketh an hour equall of the clock.
This Equinoctiall is cleped the mid way of
the firſt meuing, or els of the Sunne. And
note, that the firſt meuing is cleped meuing
of the firſt mouable of the eighth Sphere,
which meuing is fro Eaſt to Weſt, and a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gain
into Eaſt. Alſo it is cleped girdle of
the firſt meuing; For it departeth the firſt
meuable, that is to ſain, the ſphere in two
like parties, euen diſtant fro the Poles of
this world. The wideſt of theſe three cercles
principall, is cleped the cercle of Capricorn,
and tourneth euermore concentrike vpon
the ſame cercle. In the head of this foreſaid
Capricorn is the greateſt declination South<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
of the Sun: and therefore it is cleped
<hi>Solſticium</hi> of Winter. This ſigne of Capri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corn
is alſo cleped the Tropick of Winter.
For then beginneth the Sun to come again
to vs ward.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Of the Almicanteras, the ſignet, and what is
thine Orizont.</head>
                  <p>UPon this foreſaid plate been compaſſed
certain cercles, that highten almican<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teras:
of which ſome of hem ſeemen parfit
cercles, and ſome ſeemen imparfit. The
centure that ſtandeth amidſt the narroweſt
cercle, is cleped the ſignet. And the nether<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
cercle, that deuideth the two emiſperies,
that is the party of the heuen aboue the
earth, and the party beneath. Theſe almi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>canteras
been compouned by two and two,
all be it ſo, that on diuers Aſtrolabies, ſome
almicanteras been deuided by one, and ſome
by two, and ſome by three, after the quantity
of the Aſtrolabie. This foreſaid ſignet is
imagined to be the very point ouer the
croune of thy head, and alſo this ſignet is
the very pole of the orizont in euery region.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>What been thine Azimutes.</head>
                  <p>FRom this ſignet (as it ſeemeth) there
commen crooked ſtrikes, like to the
clawes of a loppe, or els like to the werke of
a womans calle, in keruing ouerthwart the
almicanteras, and theſe ſame ſtrikes or di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uiſions
been cleped Azimutes, and they
<pb n="449" facs="tcp:51487:244"/>
deuiden the Orizonts on thine Aſtrolaby in
24 diuiſions. And theſe Azimutes ſerue to
know the coſtes of the firmament, and to o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
concluſions, as for to know the ſignet
of the Sunne, and of euery Sterre.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Of the Twelve Hours of the Planets.</head>
                  <p>NExt theſe Azimutes, vnder the cercle of
Cancer, been the twelve diviſions em<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bolite,
much like to the ſhape of the Azi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mutes,
that ſhewen the ſpaces of the hours
of Planets.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Thy Reete, or elſe thy Zodiake.</head>
                  <p>THy Reete of thine Aſtrolabye, which is
thy Zodiake, ſhapen in manner of a nette,
or of a lop webbe, after the old deſcription,
which thou mayeſt tourne up and doune as
thy ſelf liketh, containeth certaine number
of Sterres fire, with her longitudes and
latitudes determinate, if ſo be that the ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ker
have not erred. The names of the
Sterres ben written in the margine of thy
Reete, there they ſit, of the whych Sterres,
the ſmall point is cleaped the Centure. And
vnderſtande, that all the Sterres ſitting
within the Zodiake of thine Aſtrolaby, ben
cleped Sterres of the North, for they ariſen
by the North-eaſt line, and all the remenaunt
fixed out of the Zodiake, ben ycleped Sterres
of the South, but I ſay not that they ariſen
all by the South-eaſt line, witneſſe of Alde<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>beran,
and alſo Algomiſa.</p>
                  <p>Generally vnderſtond this rule, that thilke
ſterres that ben cleaped ſterres of the North,
ariſen rather than the degree of her longi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tude,
and all the ſterres of the South ariſen
after the degree of her longitude, that is to
ſayne, ſterres in thine Aſtrolaby.</p>
                  <p>The meaſure of longitude of ſterres, yta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
in the line ecliptick of heaven, vnder the
which line, when the Sunne and the Moone
been line right, els in the ſuperficie of this
line, then is the eclipſe of the Sunne or of
the Moone, as I ſhall declare, and eke the
cauſe why: but ſoothly, the ecliptick line of
the Zodiake, is the vttereſt bordure of the
Zodiake, there thy degrees ben marked. The
Zodiake of thy Aſtrolabye is ſhapen as a
Compaſſe, which that contayneth a large
brede, as after the quantity of thy Aſtrola<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>by,
in enſample, that the Zodiake of heauen
is imagined to be a ſuperficies, containing
the latitude of twelue ſignes, whereas all
the remenaunt of the cercles in heauen ben
imagined very lines, without any latitude,
amiddes the celeſtial Zodiake is imagined a
line, whyche that is cleped the Eclipticke
line, vnder the whych line is euermore the
way of the Sunne. Thus ben there ſix de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees
of the Zodiake on that one ſide of the
line, and ſixe degrees on that other. The
Zodiake is deuided in twelve principal diui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſions,
that departen the twelue ſignes, and
for the ſtraitneſſe of thine Aſtrolabye, then
is every ſmall diviſion in a ſigne yparted by
two degrees and two, I mean degrees con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taining
ſixty Minutes, and this foreſayd
heaueniſh Zodiake is cleaped the circle of the
Signes, or the circle of beaſtes. For Zodi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ake
in language of Greke, ſouneth beaſts in
Latine tongue, and in the Zodiake been the
twelue Signes, that haue names of beaſts,
becauſe when the Sunne entreth in any of
the Signes, he taketh the property of ſuch
beaſts, or elſe for that the ſterres that been
there, ben fixed, been diſpoſed in ſigne of
beaſts, or ſhape like beaſts, or elſe when Pla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nets
ben under the Signes, they tranſmue
vs by her influence, operations and effects,
like to operations of beaſts. And under<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtand
alſo, that when any hote Planet com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
into an hote Signe, then entereth his
heat, and if a Planet be cold, then amenu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
his coldneſſe, becauſe of the hote Signe.
And by this concluſion mayeſt thou taken
enſample in all Signes, be they moiſt or
dry, moueable or fixe, reckening the quali<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
of the Planets, as I firſt ſaid. And eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rich
of theſe twelue Signes hath reſpect to
a certain parcel of the Body of a man, and
hath it in gouernaunce: as Aries hath thine
head, and Taurus thy neck and thy throte,
Gemini thine arm holes and thine arms,
and ſo forth, as ſhall be ſhewed more plainly
in the fift party of this Treatiſe. The Zodi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ake,
the which is party of the eight Sphere,
ouerkerueth the equinoctiall, and he ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kerueth
him again in euen parts, and that
one half declineth Southward, and that o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
Northward, as plainely declareth the
Treatiſe of the Sphere.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Labell.</head>
                  <p>THen haſt thou a Labell, that is ſhapen
like a Rule, ſaue that it is ſtrait, and
hath no plates on either end, but with the
ſmall point of the foreſaid labell ſhalt thou
calcule the equacions in the bordure of thine
Aſtrolaby, as by thine almury.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Almury, the denticle of Capricorne,
or elſe the calculere.</head>
                  <p>THine Almury is cleped the denticle of
Capricorne, or elſe the calculere, this
ſame almury ſet fixe in the head of Capri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corne,
and it ſerueth of many a neceſſary
concluſion in equacion of things, as ſhall
be ſhewed.</p>
               </div>
            </div>
            <div type="practical_applications">
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Here beginneth the Concluſions of thine Aſtro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>laby,
to find the degree in the which the Sun
is day by day, after his courſe about.</head>
                  <p>REcken and know which is the day of
the Moneth, and lay thy rule upon
the ſame day, and then woll the very point
of thy rule verely ſitten on the bordure, up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
the degree of the Sunne. Enſample as
thus. In the yere of our Lord 1391, the
twelfth day of March at midday, I would
know the degree of the Sunne, I ſought in
<pb n="450" facs="tcp:51487:245"/>
the backe halfe of mine Aſtrolaby, and found
the circle of the dayes, the whych I knew by
the names of the Months, written vnder the
ſame Circle: Tho laid I my Rule over the
foreſaid day, and found the point of my Rule
in the border, vpon the firſt degree of Aries,
a litle within the degree: and thus knew I
this concluſion.</p>
                  <p>Another day I would knowe the degree of
my Sunne, and this was at Midday in the
xiii. day of December, I founde the day of
the moneth in manner as I ſaid: tho laid I
my Rule vpon the foreſaid xiii. day, and
founde the poynt of my Rule vpon the firſt
degree of Capricorne, a little within the de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gree,
and then had I of this concluſion the
very experience.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the altitude of the Sun, either of
celeſtiall bodies.</head>
                  <p>PVT the ring of thyne Aſtrolabye vpon
thy right thombe, and tourne thy left
ſide againe the light of the Sunne, and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meve
thy Rule vp and downe, till the ſtreame
of the Sunne ſhine through both holes of the
Rule: looke then howe many degrees this
Rule is areiſed fro the litle croſſe vpon the
Eaſt line, and take there the altitude of thy
ſunne: and in this ſame wiſe mayſt thou
knowe by night the altitude of the Moone, or
of the bright ſterres. This Chapiter is ſo
generall ever in one, that there needeth no
more declaration, but forget it not.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the degree of the Sun, and of thy Zo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diake,
by the days in the backſide of thine A<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrolabie.</head>
                  <p>THen if thou wilt wete the reckening, to
know which is the day in thy Kalen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
of the month that thou art in, lay thine
Aſtrolabie, that is to ſay, the allidatha, vpon
the day in the Kalender of thine Aſtrolabie,
and he ſhall ſhew thee thy degree of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Sunne.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know every time of the day, by light of the
Sun, and every time of the night by the Stars
fixe, and eke to know by night or by day the
degree of the Sign that aſcendeth on the Eaſt
Orizont, which is cleped commonly aſcendent.</head>
                  <p>TAke the altitude of the Sunne when
thee liſt, as I have ſayd, and ſet the
degree of the Sunne (in<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>caſe that it be be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
the middle of the day) amonge thyne
almicanteras, on the Eaſte-ſide of thine
Aſtrolabie: and if it be after the middle of
the day, ſet the degree of the Sun vpon the
Weſt-ſide. Take this manner of ſetting for
a generall rule ones for ever.</p>
                  <p>And when thou haſt yſet the degree of the
Sun vpon as many almicanteras of height,
as was the Sunne, taken by thy rule, lay over
thy Labell vpon the degree of the Sunne, &amp;
then woll the point of the Labell ſitten in the
bordure, vpon the very tide of the day. En<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſample
of this.</p>
                  <p>The yeare of our Lorde, a thouſand three
hundred ninety and one, the twelfth daye of
March, I would know the tide of the day, I
tooke y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> altitude of my Sunne, and found that
it was 25 degrees, and 30 Minutes of height
of the bordure in the backſide, tho tourned I
mine Aſtrolabye, and becauſe it was before
midday, I tourned my reete, &amp; ſet the degree
of the Sunne, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, the firſt degree of
Aries in the right ſide of mine Aſtrolabie, vp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
the 25 degree, and 30 minutes of heyght,
among my almicanteras: Tho laid I my
Labell vpon the degree of my Sunne, and
found the point of my Labell in the bordure,
on the capitall letter, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is cleped an X. Tho
reckened I all the capitall letters, fro y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> line
of Midnight, vnto the foreſaid letter X. and
found it was nine of the Clocke of the day.
Tho looked I over my Eaſt Orizont, and
found there the twelue degree of Geminius
aſcending, which that I tooke for mine aſcen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dent,
and in this wiſe had I the experience for
evermore in whych manner I ſhould knowe
the tide of the day, and eke myne aſcendent.
Tho would I wete that ſame night follow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
the houre of the night, and wrought in
this wiſe: among an heape of Sterres, it ly<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked
me to take the altitude of the fayre white
Sterre that is cleped the Alhabor, &amp; found
her ſitting on the Weſt-ſide of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> line of Mid<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>day,
eighteene degrees of height, taken by my
Rule on the backſide. Tho ſet I y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Centure of
this Alhabor vpon eighteene degrees, among
my almicanteras, vpon the Weſt-ſide, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cauſe
that hee was found vpon the Weſt-ſide:
tho laid I my Labell over the degree of the
Sun, that was diſcended vnder the Weſt
Orizont, and reckened all the letters capi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tals,
fro the line of Midday vnto y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> point
of my Labell in the bordure, and found y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
it was after noon, paſſed ſeven of the clocke,
the ſpace of eleven degrees. Tho looked I
downe vpon my Eaſt Orizont, and found
there twenty degrees of Libra aſcending,
whom I tooke for myne aſcendent, and thus
learned ones for ever to know in which man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
I ſhould come to the houre of the night,
and to mine aſcendent, as verely as may
be taken by ſo ſmale an inſtrument. But
natheleſſe, this rule in generall wil I warne
thee for ever: ne make thou never none aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cendent
at noone of the day. Take a juſt aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cendent
of thine Aſtrolabie, and have ſet juſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
a cloke, when any celeſtiall body, by the
which thou weneſt governe thilke thynges,
been nigh the South line, for truſt well, when
the Sunne is neare y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Meridionall line, the
degree of the Sunne remayneth ſo long con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>centrike
vpon thine almicanteras that ſooth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
thou ſhalt erre fro the juſt aſcendent. The
ſame concluſion ſay I, by my centure of my
Sterre fix by the night: and moreover, by ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>perience
I wote well, that fro our Orizont, fro
enleven of the clocke, vnto one, in taking of
<pb n="451" facs="tcp:51487:245"/>
the juſt aſcendent, in a portatife Aſtrolabie,
it is too hard to know, I mean from eleuen
of the clocke before noon, till one of the clocke
next following: and for the more declarati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
loe here thy figure next after this rule
that followeth.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the degree of the Sun in thy Zodi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ake,
by the days, in the backſide of thine
Aſtrolabie.</head>
                  <p>THen thou wolt weten, to recken &amp; know
which is the day of the month y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou art
in, and lay y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> rule of thy Aſtrolabie, that is to
ſay, the allidatha, vpon the day, in the Kalen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
of thine Aſtrolabie, and hee ſhall ſhewe
thee thy degree of the Sunne.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Speciall declaration of the Aſcendent.</head>
                  <p>THe aſcendent ſoothly is as well in all na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tivities,
as in queſtions, and as in e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lections
of times is a thing whyche y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> theſe
Aſtrologians greatly obſerven, wherfore me
ſeemeth convenient, ſens I ſpeake of the
aſcendent, to make of it a ſpeciall declara<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion.
The aſcendent ſoothly, to take it at
the largeſt, is thilke degree that aſcendeth at
any of theſe foreſaid times, on the Eaſt Ori<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>zon:
and therfore, if that any Planet aſcend
at thilke ſame time in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> foreſaid ſame, gree of
his longitude, men ſay that thilke Planet is
in Horoſcopo, but ſoothly, the houſe of that aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cendent,
that is to ſay, the firſt houſe, or y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Eaſt
angle, is a thing more broad and large, for af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
the ſtatutes of Aſtrologiens, what celeſtial
body, that is five degrees aboue thilke degree
that aſcendeth on the Orizont, or within that
number, that is to ſaine, nere the degree that
aſcendeth, yet reckon they thilke Planet in
the aſcendent, and what Planet that is un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
thilke degree, that aſcendeth the ſpace of
fifteen degrees, yet ſain they, that Planet is
like to him, that is the hour of the aſcendent.
But ſoothly, if he paſſe the bounds of the
foreſaid ſpaces, aboue or beneath, they ſayne,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thilke Planet is falling fro the Aſcendent,
yet ſayne theſe Aſtrologiens, that the Aſcen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dent,
and eke the Lord of the Aſcendent, may
be ſhapen for to be fortunate, or infortunate,
as thus: A fortunate Aſecendent clepen they,
when that no wicked Planet of Saturne or
Mars, or els the taile of the Dragon, is in
the houſe of the Aſcendent, ne that no wick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
Plannet have no aſpect of enmity vpon
the Aſcendent: But they woll caſt, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they
have fortunate Planet in her Aſcendent, and
yet in his felicity, and then ſay they that
it is well. Furthermore, they ſayne, that
Fortune of an Aſcendent, is the contrary
of theſe foreſaid thyngs. The Lord of the Aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cendent,
ſayne they, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he is fortunate, when
he is in good place for the Aſcendent, and
eke the Lord of the Aſcendent is in an an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gle,
or in a ſuccedent, where he is in his dig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity,
and comforted with friendly aſpectes
receyued, and eke that he may ſeene y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Aſcen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dent
not retrograde, ne combuſt, ne joyned
with no ſhrewe in the ſame ſigne, ne that he
be not in his diſcention, ne reigned with no
Planet in his diſcentious, ne have vpon him
none aſpect infortunate, and then they ſayne
that he is well.</p>
                  <p>Natheleſſe, theſe been obſervaunces of ju<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diciall
matter, and rites of Painims, in which
my ſpirit hath no fayth, ne knowinge of her
Horoſcopum, for they ſayne, that every ſigne
is departed in three even parts, by 10 degrees,
and the ilke portion they cleapen a face. And
although a Plannet have a latitude fro the
Ecliptike, yet ſain ſome folke, ſo that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Pla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>net
ariſe in that ſame ſigne, with any degree
of the foreſaid face, in which his longitude is
reckened. And yet is the Planet in Horoſco<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>po,
be in nativities or in election</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the very equacion of the degrees of the
Sun, if it ſo be that it fall betwixt two almican<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teras.</head>
                  <p>FOr as much as the almicanteras of thine
Aſtrolaby ben compowned by two and
two, whereas ſome almicanteras in ſome
Aſtrolabies be compouned by one, or elſe by
two, it is neceſſary to thy learning, to teach
thee firſt to know, and wriche with thine in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrument:
wherefore, when that the degree
of the Sunne falleth between two almican<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teras,
or elſe, if thine almicanteras ben gra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen
with ouer great a point of a Compace, for
both theſe things may cauſe errour, as well
in knowing of the tide of the day, as of the ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
aſcendent. Thou muſt werken in this wiſe:
ſet the degree of the Sunne vpon the higher
almicanteras, as of both. And wait wel where
thy almury toucheth the bordure, &amp; ſet there
a pricke of ynke, ſet adoune again the degree
of the Sunne vpon the nether almicanteras,
or both, and ſet there another pricke: remeve
then thy almury in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bordure, even amiddes
both prickes, and this woll leaden juſtly the
degree of the Sunne, to ſit betweene both y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
almicanteras in his right place. Lay then
the labell on the degree of the Sunne &amp; find
in the bordure the very tide of the day, or of
the night. And alſo verely ſhalt thou find vp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
thy Eaſt orizont thine aſcendent.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the ſpring of the dawning, and the end
of the evening, the which been cleaped the two
coepuſculis.</head>
                  <p>SEt the nadyre of thy Sunne vpon 18 de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees
of height among thine almicante<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ras
on the Weſt-ſide, and lay thy labell on
the degree of the Sunne, and then ſhall the
point of the labell ſhew the ſpring of the day:
alſo ſet the nadire of the Sunne vpon the 18
degrees of height among thine almicanteras
on the Eaſt-ſide, and lay over thy labell vpon
the degree of the Sunne and with the poynt
of thy labell find in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> bordure the end of thine
evening, that is very night. The nadire of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
Sonne is thilke degree that is oppoſite to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
degree of the Sunne in the 320. ſign, as thus.
<pb n="452" facs="tcp:51487:246"/>
Euery degree of Aries, by order, is nadire to
euery degree of Libra by order, &amp; Taurus to
Scorpion, Gemini to Sagitarius, Cancer to
Capricorne, Leo to Aquary, Virgo to Piſces.
And if any degree in thy Zodiake be derke,
his nadire ſhall declare him.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the Arch of the Day, that ſome folk
callen the Day artificial, fro the Sun riſing, till
it go down.</head>
                  <p>SEtte the degree of the Sunne upon thine
Eaſt orizont, and lay thy labell on the
degree of the Sunne, and at the point of thy
labell in the bordure ſet a pricke; turn then
thy reete about, till the degree of the Sun
ſit upon the Weſt orizont, and lay the labell
upon the ſame degree of the Sunne, and at
the point of the labell ſet another pricke.
Recken then the quantitie of time in the
bordure betwixt both prickes, and take there
thine arche of the day: the remenaunt of
the bordure under the orizont, is the arch of
the night. Thus maiſt thou reckon both
arches of euery portion where that thou li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keſt,
and by this manner of werkyng mayeſt
thou ſee howe long that any ſterre fixe
dwelleth aboue the earth, fro the time that
he riſeth, till he go to reſt. But the day na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turel,
that is to ſayne, 24 houres, is the re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uolution
of the Equinoctial, with as much
partye of the Zodiake, as the Sunne of his
proper mouing paſſeth in the mean while.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To turn the hours inequals, and the
hours equals.</head>
                  <p>TO know the number of the degrees in the
hours inequals, and depart hem by 15,
and take there thine houres equals.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the quantity of the day vulgare, that
is to ſay, fro ſpring of the day unto the very
Night.</head>
                  <p>KNow thy quantitie of thyne coepuſcu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lis,
as I haue it taught in the chapiter
before, and adde hem to the arche of the
day artificial, and take there thy ſpace of all
the hole day vulgare unto the very night.
In the ſame manner mayeſt thou werke to
know the vulgare night.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the Hours inequals by Day.</head>
                  <p>UNderſtand well, that theſe houres ine<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quals
ben cleaped houres of the pla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nets:
and underſtond well, that ſometime
been they longer by day than they be by
night, and ſometime contrary. But under<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtand
thou wel, that euermore generally the
hours inequale of the daye, with the hours
inequale of the night, conteyneth 30 degrees
of the bordure, the which bordure is euer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>more
anſwering to the degrees of the equi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noctial,
wherefore depart the arche of the
day artificial in 12, and take there the quan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tity
of the houre inequale by day and if thou
abate the quantitie of the houre inequale
by day, out of 360 degrees, thou ſhall the
remenant that leaueth, performe the houre
inequale by night.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the quantity of hours equales.</head>
                  <p>THe quantities of houres equales, that is
to ſayne, the houres of the clock ben de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>parted
by 15 degrees already in the bordure
of thy Aſtrolabie, as well by night as by
day, generally for euermore. What nedeth
any more declaration: wherefore when thee
lyſt to know how many houres of the clock
been paſſed, or any part of any of theſe
houres ben to commen, fro ſuch a time to
ſuch a time, by day or by night, knowe the
degree of thy Sunne, and lay thy label on
it: then turne thy reete about joyntly with
thy label, and with the point of it recken in
the border, fro the Sunne aryſing, into the
ſame place there thou deſireſt by day as by
night. This concluſion woll I declare in
the fourth party of the laſt chapiter of this
treatiſe, ſo openly, that there ſhall lack no
worde that needeth declaration.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Special declaration of the Hours of the Planets.</head>
                  <p>UNderſtand well, that euermore, fro the
ariſing of the Sunne, till it go to reſt,
the nadire of the Sunne ſhall ſhew the hour
of the plannet, and fro that time forward,
all the nyght, till the Sunne ariſe, then ſhal
the very degree of the Sunne ſhew the hour
of the planet. Enſample as thus. The 13.
day of March fell upon a ſaturday parauen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture,
and at the ariſing of the Sunne I
found the ſecond degree of Aries ſitting up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
mine Eaſt orizont, all be it was but lit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tle.
Then found I the ſecond degree of Li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bra
nadire of my Sunne, diſcending on my
Weſt orizont, upon which Weſt orizont, e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uery
day generally at the Sunne ariſing,
entereth the houre of any plannet, under
the foreſaid Weſt orizont, after the which
planet, the day beareth his name, and en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
in the next ſtrike of the planet, under
the foreſaid Weſt orizont: and euer as the
Sunne clymbeth upper and upper, ſo go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
his nadire downer and downer, and
eching fro ſuche ſtrikes the houres of plan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nets
by order, as they ſitten in heauen.
The firſt houre inequale of euery ſaturday,
is Saturne, and the ſecond to Iupiter, the
third to Mars, the fourth to the Sunne,
the fift to Venus, the ſixt to Mercurius,
the ſeuenth to the Moone, and then ayen
the eyght to Saturn, the ninth to Iupiter,
the tenth to Mars, the eleueuth to the
Sunne, the twelfth to Venus. And now
is my Sunne gone to reſt, as for that ſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turday,
then ſheweth the very degree of
the Sunne the houre of Mercury, entring
under my weſt orizont at euen. And next
him ſucceedeth the Moone, and ſo forth by
order, planet after planet, in houre after
houre all the night long, till the Sun ariſe.
Now riſeth the Sunne the ſunday by the
morow, and the nadyre of the Sunne upon
<pb n="453" facs="tcp:51487:246"/>
the Weſt orizont, ſheweth me the entering
of the hour of the foreſaid Sun. And in this
manner ſucceedeth planet vnder planet,
fro Saturn vnto the Moon, and fro the
Moon vp again to Saturn, hour after hour
generally, and thus know I this conclu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know with which degree of the Zodiack any
Star fix in thine Aſtrolabie, ariſeth upon the
Eaſt Orizont, although the Orizont be in ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
Sign.</head>
                  <p>SEt the centure of the ſterre vpon the Eaſt
orizont, and look what degree of any ſign
that ſitteth vpon the ſame orizont at the
ſame time: and vnderſtand well, that with
the ſame degree ariſeth the ſame ſterre. And
this maruailous ariſing with a ſtrong de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gree
in another ſigne, is becauſe that the la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>titude
of the ſterre fixe is either North or
South fro the Equinoctiall. But ſoothly,
the latitudes of planets been commonly
yreckened fro the ecliptike, becauſe that none
of hem declineth but few degrees out fro
the brede of the Zodiake. And take good
keepe of this chapter of ariſing of celeſtiall
bodies, for there truſteth well, that neither
moone neither ſterre in our ambolife orizont,
that ariſeth with the ſame degree of his
longitude, ſaue in one caſe, and that is when
they haue no longitude fro the eclipticke
line. But neuertheleſſe, ſometime is euerich
of theſe planets vnder the ſame line.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the declination of any Degree in the
Zodiack, fro the equinoctiall Circle.</head>
                  <p>SEt the degree of any ſigne vpon the line
Meridionall, and recken his altitude in
the almicanteras, fro the Eaſt orizont vp to
the ſame degree ſet in the foreſaid line, and
ſet there a pricke: Turne vp then thy reere,
and ſet the head of Aries or Libra in the ſame
Meridionall line, and ſet there another prick.
And when that this is done, conſider the al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>titudes
of hem both: for ſoothly, the diffe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rence
of thilke altitude, is the declination
of thilke degree fro the Equinoctiall. And if
it ſo be, that thilke degree be Northward fro
the Equinoctiall, then is his declination
North, and if it be Southward, then it is
South.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know for what latitude in any Region the
Almicanteras in my Tables been compouned.</head>
                  <p>REcken how many degrees of almican<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teras
in the Meridionall line, be from
the cercle equinoctiall, vnto the ſignet, or els
from the Pole artike vnto the North ori<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>zont,
and for ſo great a latitude, or ſo ſmall
a latitude, is the table compouned.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the latitude of the Sun, in the midſt of
the day, that is cleped the altitude Meridian.</head>
                  <p>SEt the degree of thy Sun upon the line
Meridionall, and recken how many de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees
of almicanteras been betwixe thine
Eaſt orizont and the degree of thy Sun,
and take there thine altitude meridian, that
is to ſayne, the higheſt degree of the Sun,
as for that day. So maiſt thou know in
the ſame line the higheſt line that any ſtar
fire climbeth by night, this is to ſayne, that
when any ſtar fire is paſſed the line meridio<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nall,
then beginneth it to diſcend, and ſo
doth the Sun.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the degree of the Sun, by the Reet,
for a manner coryoſyte.</head>
                  <p>SEek buſily with thy rule the higheſt of
the Sun in the midſt of the day, tourne
then thine Aſtrolabie, and with a pricke of
ynke mark the number of the ſame altitude
in the line meridionall. Tourne then thy
reet about, till thou finde a degree of thy
Zodiake according with the pricke, this is to
ſayne, ſitting on the pricke, and in ſooth thou
ſhalt find but two degrees in all the Zodiake,
of that condition. And yet thilke two de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees
been in diuers ſigns. Then maiſt
thou lightly, by the ſeaſon of the year, know
the ſign in which is the Sun.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know which day is like to other in length
throughout the year.</head>
                  <p>LOok which degrees been ylike from the
heeds of Cancer and Capricorn, and
look when the Sun is in any of thilke de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees,
then been the days like of length, that
is to ſaine, that as long is that day in that
month, as was ſoch a day in ſoch a month,
there varieth but littell. Alſo if thou take
two days naturelles in the year, ylike far
from either points of the Equinoctial, in the
oppoſite parties, then as long is the day ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tificial
on that one day as on that other,
and eke the contrary.</p>
               </div>
            </div>
            <div type="practical_applications">
               <div type="introduction">
                  <head>This Chapter is a manner declaration to Con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cluſions
that followeth.</head>
                  <p>UNderſtand well, that thy Zodiake is de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>parted
into half cercles, from the head
of Capricorn vnto the head of Cancer, and
ayenward from the head of Cancer vnto
the head of Capricorn. The head of Capri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corn
is the loweſt point, where as the Sun
goeth in Winter, and the head of Cancer
is the higheſt point, in which the Sun goeth
in Sommer. And therefore vnderſtand
well, that any two degrees that been ylike
far from any of theſe two heads, truſt well
that thilk two degrees been like declinati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
be it Southward or Northward, and the
days of hem been like of length, and the
nights alſo, and ſhadows ylike, and the alti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tudes
ylike at midday for euer.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the very degree of any manner Star
ſtrange after his latitude, though he be inde<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terminate
in thy Aſtrolabie, ſoothly to the
truth thus he ſhall be known.</head>
                  <p>TAke the altitude of thy Sterre, when he
is on the Eaſt ſide of the line meridio<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nal,
as nigh as thou maiſt geſſe, and take
the aſcendent anone right by ſome manner
<pb n="454" facs="tcp:51487:247"/>
ſterre fix, which thou knoweſt, and forget not
the altitude of the firſt ſterre ne thine aſcen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dent.
And when that this is done, aſpie dili<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gently
when this ſame firſt ſterre paſſeth any
thing to the South weſtward, and catch him
anone right in the ſame nombre of the alti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tude
on the Weſt ſide of this line meridio<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nal,
as he was caught on the Eaſt ſide, and
take a new aſcendent anone right by ſome
manner fixe, the which that thou knoweſt,
and forget not this ſecond aſcendent. And
when this is done, recken then how many
degrees been betwixt the firſt aſcendent,
and the ſecond aſcendent, and recken well
the middle degree betwixt both aſcendents,
and ſet thilk middle degree vpon thine Eaſt
orizont, and then look what degree ſit vpon
the line meridional, and take there the very
degree of the Ecliptike, in which the ſterre
ſtandeth for the time. For in the Ecliptike
is the longitude of a celeſtiall body, reckened
euen fro the half of the head of Aries, vnto
the end of Piſces, and his latitude is recken<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
after the quantite of his declination
North or South, toward the poles of this
werke. As thus, if it be of the Sun or any
fix ſterre, recken his latitude or his declina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
fro the equinoctial cercle, and if it be of
a planet, recken then the quantite of his la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>titude
from the ecliptike line, all be it ſo
that from the equinoctial, may the declinaci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
or the latitude of any body celeſtiall be
reckened, after the ſight North or South,
and after the quantite of his declinacion.
And yet ſo may the latitude or the declina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
of any body celeſtiall, ſaue onely of the
Sun, after his ſight North or South. And
after the quantite of his declinacion be rec<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kened
from the ecliptike line, fro which line
all Planets ſometime decline, North or
South, ſaue onely the foreſaid Sun.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the degrees of Longitudes of fixe Stars,
after that they been determinate in thine Aſtro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>labie,
if it ſo be that they been truely ſet.</head>
                  <p>SEt the center of the ſterre vpon the line
meridional, and take keepe of thy Zodi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ake,
and looke what degree of any ſigne ſitte
vpon the ſame line meridional at the ſame
time, and there the degree in which the ſterre
ſtandeth, and with the ſame degree commeth
the ſame ſterre vnto the ſame line from the
orizont.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know in ſpecial the Latitude of our Center,
I mean after the altitude of <hi>Oxenford,</hi> and the
heighth of our Pole.</head>
                  <p>UNderſtand well, that as farre is the
head of Aries or Libra in the equinocti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>al,
from our orizont, as is the ſynet from the
pole artike, and as hye as the pole artike
from the orizont, as the equinoctiall is farre
from the ſynet: I preue it thus by the lati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tude
of Oxenford; vnderſtand well that the
height of our pole artike from our North
orizont is 51 degrees, and 50 minutes, then
is the ſynet from the pole artike 38 degrees,
and 10 minutes, then is the equinoctiall
from our ſynet 51 degrees, and 50 minutes,
then is our South orizont from our equi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noctiall
38 degrees, and 10 minutes. Vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtand
well this reckening alſo, forget not
that the ſynet is 90 degrees of height from
the orizont, and our equinoctiall is 90 de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees
from our pole artike. Alſo this ſhort
rule is ſothe, that the latitude of any planet
in a region, is the diſtaunce from the ſynet
vnto the equinoctiall.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To prove the Latitude of any place in a Region,
by the proof of the heighth of the Pole artike
in that ſame place.</head>
                  <p>IN ſome winters night, when the firma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
is cleere and thicke ſterred, wait a
time till that euery ſterre fix ſit line right
perpendiculer ouer the pole artike, and clepe
that ſterre A. and wait another ſterre that
ſit line right vnder A. and vnder the pole,
and clepe that ſterre F. and vnderſtand well
that F. is not conſidred but onely to declare
that A. that ſit euer on the pole. Take then
anone right the altitude of A. from the ori<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>zont,
and forget it not, let A. and F. go fare<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wel
till againſt the dawning a great while,
and come then again, and abide till that A.
is euen vnder the pole vnder F. for ſothely
then will F. ſit ouer the pole, take then eft<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſones
the altitude of A. from the orizont,
and note as well the ſecond altitude as the
firſt altitude. And when that this is done,
recken how many degrees that the firſt al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>titude
A. exceeded his altitude, and take half
the ilke porcion that is exceeded, and adde
it to his ſecond altitude, and take there the
eleuacion of the pole, and eke the altitude of
thy region. For theſe two been of one nom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bre,
that is to ſaine, as many degrees as thy
pole is eleuat, ſo moch is the latitude of thy
region. Enſample as thus, Parauenture
the altitude of A. in the euening is 92 degrees
of height, then will the ſecond altitude or
the dawning be 21. that is to ſaine, leſſe
than 92. that was his firſt altitude at euen.
Take then the half of 92. and adde to it 21.
that was his ſecond altitude, and then haſt
thou the height of the pole and the latitude
of thy region. But vnderſtand well to preue
this concluſion, and many another fayre
concluſion, thou maiſt haue a plomet hang<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
on a line higher than thy head on a
perche, and that line mote hang euen per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pendiculer
betwixt the pole and thine eye,
and then ſhalt thou ſee if A. ſit euen ouer the
pole and ouer F. at euen. And alſo if F. ſit
euen ouer the pole and ouer A. at day.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Another Concluſion to prove the heighth of the
Pole artike from the Orizont.</head>
                  <p>TAke any ſterre fixe that euer deſcendeth
vnder the orizont in thilke region, and
conſider his higheſt altitude and his loweſt
altitude from the orizont, and make a nom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bre
of theſe altitudes: take then and abate
<pb n="455" facs="tcp:51487:247"/>
half that nombre, and take there the eleua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
of the pole artike in that ſame region,
and for the more declaracion, &amp;c.<lb/>
0 82. 51. 0. 20.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Another Concluſion to prove the Latitude of a
Region that ye been in.</head>
                  <p>UNderſtand well that the latitude of any
place in a region, is verely the ſpace be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>twixe
the ſigne of hem that dwellen there,
and the equinoctiall cercle, North or South,
taking the meaſure in the meridionall line,
as ſheweth in the almicanteras of thine A<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrolabie,
and thilke ſpace is as moch as the
pole artike is hye in the ſame place from
the orizont. And then is the depreſſion of the
pole artentike beneath the orizont, the ſame
quantite of ſpace, neither more ne leſſe.
Then if thou deſire to know this latitude
of the region, take the altitude of the Sun
in the middle of the day, when the Sun is
in the head of Aries or of Libra, for then mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veth
the Sun in the line equinoctiall, and
abate the nombre of that ſame Suns alti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tude
out of 90 degrees, and then is the
remnaunt of the nombre that leueth the al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>titude
of the region, as thus: I ſuppoſe
that the Sun is thilke day at noone 38 de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>grees
of height, abate then 38 degrees out
of 90. ſo leueth there 52. then is 52 degrees
the latitude: I ſay not this but for enſam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple,
for well I wote the latitude of Oxenford
is certaine minutes leſſe. Now if it ſo be
that thee thinketh too long a tarying to a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bide
till that the Sun be in the head of Aries
or of Libra, then wait when the Sun is in
any other degree of the Zodiake, and conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
the degree of this declinacion be North<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
from the equinoctiall, abate then from
the Suns altitude at noone the nombre of
his declinacion, and then haſt thou the high<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
of the heads of Aries and Libra, as thus:
My Sun parauenture is in the 10. degree
of Leo almoſt 56 of height at noone, and his
declinacion is almoſt 18 degrees Northward
from the equinoctiall, abate then thilke 18
degrees of declinacion out of the altitude at
noone, then leueth 38 degrees, lo there the
head of Aries or Libra, and thine equinoctial
in that region. Alſo if it ſo be that the suns
declinacion be Southward from the equi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noctiall,
adde then thilke declinacion to the
altitude of the Sun at noone, and take there
the heads of Aries and Libra and thine equi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noctiall,
abate then the height of the equino<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctiall
out of 90 degrees, and then leueth there
38 degrees, that is the diſtaunce of the regi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
from the equinoctiall of any ſterre fixe
that thou knoweſt, and take the nether elon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gacion
lengthing from the ſame equinoctial
line, and werke after the manner aforeſaid.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Declaration of the aſcenſion of Signs, as well in
the Circle direct, as in oblique.</head>
                  <p>THe excellency of the ſphere ſolid amongs
other noble concluſions, ſheweth mani<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feſt
the diuers aſcencions of ſigns in diuers
places, as well in right cercles as in embo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lyfe
cercle. Theſe auctours writen that thilke
ſigne is cleped of right aſcencion, with
which the more part of the cercle equinocti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>all
and the leſſe part of the Zodiake aſcend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,
and thilke ſigne aſcendeth embolyfe,
with which the leſſe of the Zodiake equinocti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>all,
and the more part of the Zodiake aſcend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,
and euer mo the arche of the day and
the arche of the night is there ylike long,
and the Sun twiſe euery yeere paſſing
through the ſignet of her head, and two ſom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mers
and two winters in a yeere haue theſe
foreſaid people, and the almicanteras in her
Aſtrolabie been ſtreight as a line, ſo hath
ſhewed in this figure. The vtilities to
know the aſcencions of ſignes in the right
cercle is this: Truſt well that by mediaci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons
of thilke aſcencions, theſe Aſtrologiens
by her tables and her inſtruments knowen
verely the aſcencion of euery degree and
minute in all the Zodiake, in the embolyfe
cercle, as ſhall be ſhewed. And note that this
foreſaid right orizont that is cleped orizont
rectum, deuideth the equinoctiall into right
angles, and embolyfe orizont, whereas the
Pole is enhanced vpon the orizont, ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>commeth
the equinoctiall embolyfe angles.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>This is the Concluſion to know the aſcenſions of
Signs in the right Circle, that is, Circulus di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rectus.</head>
                  <p>SEt the head of what ſigne thee liſt to
know the aſcending on the right cercle,
vpon the line meridionall, and wait where
thine almury toucheth the bordure, and ſet
there a pricke, tourne then thy reet weſtward
till the end of the foreſaid ſigne ſet vpon the
meridionall line, and eftſones wait where
thine almury toucheth the bordure, and ſet
there another pricke. Recken then the nom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bers
of degrees in the bordure betwixe both
prickes, and take then the aſcencion of the
ſigne in the right cercle, and thus maiſt thou
werke with euery porcion of the Zodiake.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the aſcenſions of Signs in the embo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lyfe
Circle in every Region, I mean, in circu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lo
obliquo.</head>
                  <p>SEt the head of the ſignes, which as thee
liſt to know his aſcencion vpon the Eaſt
orizont, and wait where thine almury touch<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
the bordure, and ſet there a pricke, tourn
then thy reet vpward till the end of the ſame
ſigne, ſet vpon the Eaſt orizont, and wait
eftſones where as thine almury toucheth
the bordure, and ſet there another pricke,
recken then the number of the degrees in
the bordure betwixe both prickes, and take
there the aſcencion of the ſigne in the embo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lyfe
cercle. And vnderſtand well that all the
ſignes in the Zodiake, from the head of Aries
vnto the end of Virgo, been cleped ſignes of
the North from the equinoctiall, and theſe
ſignes ariſen betwixe the very Eaſt and the
<pb n="456" facs="tcp:51487:248"/>
very North in our orizont generally for
euer: and all the ſigns from the head of Li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bra
vnto the end of Piſces, been cleped ſigns
of the South fro the equinoctiall, and theſe
ſigns ariſen euermore betwixe the very Eaſt
and the very South in our orizont, alſo eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
ſign betwixe the head of Capricorn vnto
the end of Gemini, ariſeth in our orizont in
leſſe than two hours equalls, and theſe ſame
ſigns from the head of Capricorn vnto the
end of Gemini, been called tortuous ſigns or
crooked ſigns, for they riſen embolyfe in our
orizont, and theſe crooked ſigns been obedi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ent
to the ſigns that been of the right aſcen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion.
Theſe ſigns of right aſcencion been
fro the head of Cancer vnto the head of Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gitary,
and theſe ſigns ariſen more vpright
than doth the other, and therefore they been
called Soueraign ſigns, and euery of hem
ariſeth in more ſpace than in two hours, of
which ſigns Gemini obeyeth to Cancer, and
Taurus to Leo, and Aries to Virgo, Piſces
to Libra, Aquarius to Scorpio, and Capri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corn
to Sagitary, and thus euermore two
ſigns that been like far from the head of Ca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pricorn,
obeyeth euerich of hem to other.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know juſtly rhe four Quarters of the World,
as Eaſt, Weſt, South, and North.</head>
                  <p>TAke the altitude of thy Sun when thou
liſt, and note well the quarter of the
world in which the Sun is from the time by
the aſymutes, tourne then thine Aſtrolabie,
and ſet the degree of the Sun in the almican<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teras
of his altitude, on thilke ſide that the
Sun ſtandeth, as is in manner of taking of
hours, and lay thy labell on the degree of the
Sun, and recken how many degrees of the
Sun, been between the line meridionall and
the point of thy labell, and note well the
nombres. Tourn then again thine Aſtrola<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bie,
and ſet the point of thy great rule there
thou takeſt thine altitudes, vpon as many
degrees in his bordure from his meridional,
as was the point of thy labell from the line
meridionall, on the womb ſide. Take then
thine Aſtrolabie with both hands ſadly and
ſlyly, and let the Sun ſhine through both
holes of thy rule, and ſlyly in thilke ſhining
lay thine Aſtrolabie couch adown euen vpon
a plain ground, and then will the meridio<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nall
line of thine Aſtrolabie be euen South,
and the Eaſt line will lie euen Eaſt, and the
Weſt line Weſt, and the North line North,
ſo that thou werke ſoftly and auiſely in the
couching, and thou haſt thus the four quar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters
of the firmament, &amp;c.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the altitude of Planets from the way
of the Sun, whether they been North or South
from the way aforeſaid.</head>
                  <p>LOok when a Planet is on the line meri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dional,
if that her altitude be of the ſame
height, that is the degree of the Sun for
that day, and then is the Planet in the very
way of the Sun, and hath no latitude. And
if the altitude of the Planet be higher than
the degree of the Sun, then is the Planet
North from the way of the ſign South, a
quantite of latitude as ſheweth by thine al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>micanteras,
and if the altitude be leſſe than
the degree of the Sun, then is the Planet
South from the way of the Sun, ſoch a
quantite of latitude as ſheweth by thine al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>micanteras:
This is to ſaine, from the way
of the Sun in euery place of the Zodiake,
for on the morow the Sun will be in another
degree.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>For to know the Signet for the ariſing of the Sun,
this is to fain, the party of the Orizont in which
the Sun ariſeth.</head>
                  <p>THou muſt firſt conſider that the Sun a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſeth
not in the very Eaſt ſignet, ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
by North Eaſt, and ſometime by South
Eaſt, ſothly the Sun ariſeth euermore in the
very Eaſt in our orizont, but if he be in the
head of Aries or Libra. Now is thine orizont
departed into 24 parties of thy minutes, in
ſignificacion of 24 parts of the world, though
it be ſo, that ſhipmen recken all that parties
in 32. Then is there no more, but wait in
the which minute that the Sun entreth at
his ariſing, and take there the ſignet of the
riſing of the Sun.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>The manner of diviſion of thine Aſtrolabie, is
thus enjoyned, as in this caſe.</head>
                  <p>FIrſt, it is deuided in four places principal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
with the line that commeth fro the
Eaſt to the Weſt, and then with another
line, that goeth fro the South to the North:
then is it deuided in ſmall parties of mi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nutes,
as Eaſt and Eaſt by South, where
that is the firſt minute aboue the Eaſt line,
and ſo forth fro party to party, till that thou
come again to the Eaſt line. Thus thou
might vnderſtand the ſignet of euery ſterre,
in which party he ariſeth.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know in which party of the Firmament is
the Conjunction.</head>
                  <p>COnſider the time of the conjunction by
the Kalender, as thus: how many hours
that the conjunction is fro midday of the day
before, as ſheweth the Canon of the Kalen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der.
Recken then that nomber in the bordure
of thine Aſtrolabie, as thou were wont to do
in knowing of the hours of the day, or of the
night, and lay thy labell ouer the degree of
the Sun, then will the point of the labell ſit
vpon the hour of the conjunction. Look then
in which minute the degree of the Sun ſit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth,
and in that party of the firmament is
the conjunction.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know the Signet of the altitude of the Sun.</head>
                  <p>THis is no more to ſay, but any time of the
day take the altitude of the Sun, and by
the minutes in which hee aſcendeth thou
might ſee in which party of the Firmament
hee is, and in the ſame wiſe might thou ſee
by night of any ſterre, wheder hee ſit Eaſt,
<pb n="457" facs="tcp:51487:248"/>
Weſt, or South, or any part betwixe, after
the name of the minutes in which the ſterres
ſtandeth.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know ſothly the longitude of the Moon, or
any Planet that hath no Latitude, from the
time of the Ecliptike Line.</head>
                  <p>TAke the altitude of the Moone and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
thyne altitude vp, among thyne
almicanteras, on which ſide that the moone
ſtandeth, &amp; ſet there a pricke. Take then
anone right upon the Moones ſide the alti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tude
of euery ſterre fixe that thou knoweſt,
and ſet his cercle upon his altitude among
thyne almicanteras there the Sterre is
founden, waite then of which degree the zo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diake
is, to which the prick of the altitude of
the Moon, and there take the degree in which
the Moone ſtandeth. This concluſion is ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
ſoth, of the Starres in thine Aſtrolaby,
and ſtandeth after the trouth. Some trea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tiſe
of the Aſtrolaby maketh none excepcion,
whether the Moone have altitude or none,
nor whether ſide of the Moone the altitude
of the Sterre be found. And note if the
Moone ſhewe her ſelfe by day, then thou
mayeſt woorche the ſame concluſion by the
Sunne, as well as by the ſtarre fixe.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>This is the werching of the Concluſions to know
whether any Planet be direct or retrograde.</head>
                  <p>TAke the altitude of any Sterre, that is
cleped a Planete, and note it well, anone
right take the altitude of ſome ſterre fixe
that thou knoweſt, and note it well alſo, and
come again the third or the fourth night next
folowyng, for then thou ſhalt perceyue well
the meuyng of the Planete whether he meue
forward or backward, and waite well then
when the ſterre fixe is in this ſame altitude
that ſhe was when thou tooke her firſt alti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tude
of the foreſaid Planet, and note it well,
for truſt well, if ſo be that the Planet be in
the right ſide of the meridional line, ſo that
his ſecond altitude be leſſe than the firſt al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>titude
was, then is the Planet direct, and
if he be in the Weſt ſide in that condicion,
then is he retrograde, and if ſo be that this
Planet be in the Eaſt ſide, when his altitude
is take, ſo that the ſecond altitude be more
than his firſt altitude, then is he retrograde,
and if he be in the Weſt ſide of the lyne
meridional, then is he direct, but the con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trary
moving of theſe parties, is the cours
of the Moone, for ſothly the moone moveth
the contrary fro either Planets, in her eclip<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tike
line, but in none other maner.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>The concluſion of equacions of Houſes
after the Aſtrolaby.</head>
                  <p>SEt the beginnyng of the degree that aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cendeth
upon the end of the viii. houre
inequall, then will the lyne of the ſecond
houſe ſit upon the line of midnight, remeue
then the degree that aſcendeth, and ſet him
upon the end of the x. houre inequale, then
will the beginning of the iii. houſe ſitte up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
the Midnight lyne, bryng up againe the
ſame degree that aſcendeth firſt, and ſet
hym upon the Eaſt Orizont, and then will
the beginning of the iiii. hous ſit upon the
Midnight lyne. Take then the nadere of
the degree, that aſcendeth firſt, and ſet hym
vpon the end of the ii. houre inequale, and
then will the beginnyng of the v. houſe ſit
upon the Midnight lyne. Take then the na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dere
of the aſcendent, and ſet hym upon the
end of the iiii. hour inequal, and then wil the
beginning of the vi. houſe ſit vpon the Mid<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>night
line. The beginning of the vii. houſe is
nadere of the aſcendent, and the beginning of
the viii. houſe is nadere of the ſecond, and the
beginnyng of the ninth houſe is nadere of
the third, and the beginnyng of the tenth
houſe is nadere of the iiii. and the beginning
of the eleuenth houſe is nadere of the fifth,
and the beginning of the xii houſe is nadere
of the ſixt houſe.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Another maner of equacions of Houſes,
by the Aſtrolaby.</head>
                  <p>TAke thyne aſcendent, and then thou haſt
the fower angles, for well thou woteſt,
that the oppoſite is of thine aſcent, that is to
ſay, the beginning of the ſeuenth houſe ſit
vpon the Weſt Orizont, and the beginning
of the tenth houſe vpon the lyne meridional,
and his oppoſite vpon the line of Midnight,
then lay thy labell upon the degree that aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cendeth,
and reken then fro the point of thy
labell all the degrees in the bordure, till that
thou come to the Meridional line, and de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>parte
all thilk degrees into three euen parts,
and take there the euen porcions of three o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
houſes, for to lay thy labell ouer euery of
theſe three parties, and then thou might ſee
by the labell in the zodiake the beginning of
theſe three houſes fro the aſcendent, that is to
ſay, the twelue next aboue the aſcendent, and
then the eleuenth houſe and the tenth houſe
upon the Meridional line, as I firſt ſaid, the
ſame wiſe werche fro thy aſcendent down to
the line of Midnight, and thus thou haſt three
houſes, that is to ſay, the beginning of the ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cond,
the third, and the fourth houſe: then
is the nadire of theſe three houſes, the be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginning
of theſe three houſes that followeth.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To find the line Meridional, to dwell fix in
any certain place.</head>
                  <p>TAke a round plate of metal, for warpyng
the border the better, &amp; make there upon a
iuſte compace a little within the bordure, and
lay this round plate vpon an euen ground, or
ſome euen ſtone, or on an euen ſtock fit in thy
ground, &amp; lay it euen by a rule in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> centre of
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> compace, ſticke an euen pinne or a wire up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>right,
the ſmaller the better, &amp; ſet thy pinne
or thy wire, by a plomme rules end vpright e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven,
&amp; let this pinne be no lenger than a quar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
of thy diameter of the compace fro y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> line,
and wait buſily about tenne or eleuen of the
clocke, when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſunne ſheweth, when the ſha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dow
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of the pinne entereth any thing within
the cercle of the compace one heere brede, &amp;
make there a prick with ynke: abide then ſtill
wayting on the ſunne after one of the clock,
til y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the ſhadow of the pinne or of the wire
paſſe any thyng out of the cercle or compace,
bee it never ſo little, and ſet there a pricke.
Take then a compace and meaſure even the
middle, betwixt both prickes, and ſet there a
pricke: Take then a Rule and draw a ſtrike
even fro the pinne vnto the middle pricke, &amp;
take there the line Meridonall for evermore,
as in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame place. And if thou draw a croſſe
ouerthwarte the compace, juſtly over y<hi rend="sup">c</hi> line
Meridionall, then haſte thou Eaſt and Weſt,
and perconſequens the oppoſitife, that is
South and North.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Deſcription of the Meridional line, and of the lon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gitudes
and latitudes of cities and towns, as well
as of climates.</head>
                  <p>THis lyne Meridional, is but a manner
diſcription of a lyne imagined, that
paſſeth vpon the poles of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> world and by the
ſignet of our hedde: and it is cleaped the
ſignet, for in what place that any man is
at any tyme of the yeere, when the Sunne
by meuyng of the Firmament commeth to
his Meridionall place, then is it the very
Midday, that we cleape Noone: and there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
it is cleaped the lyne of Midday. Then
take heed that evermore of two Citees, or of
two Townes, of which the one approcheth
nerer the Eaſt, than doth the other Towne,
truſt well that thilk two Tounes have divers
Meridians. Take kepe alſo, that the arche
of the Equinoctial, that is conteyned &amp; boun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
betwene the two Meridians, is cleaped
the Longitude of the toune. And if it ſo be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
two Tounes have Meridian like, or one Me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ridian,
then is the diſtaunce of hem bothe like
farre: and in this maner they chaunge not
her Meridian, but ſothly they chaunge her Al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>micanteras,
for the haunſing of the Pole, and
the diſtaunce of the Sun. The Longitude of
a climate may be cleaped the ſpace of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> earth,
fro the beginning of the firſt climate, unto
the laſte end of the ſame climate, even directe
againſt the Pole artike, thus ſay ſome auc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tours.
And ſome clerks ſay, that if men cleap
the Latitude of a Center y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> arch Meridian, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
is conteined or intercept, betwixe the ſignet
and the Equinoctiall, then they ſay, that the
diſtaunce fro the Equinoctiall unto the end
of the climate, even ayenſt the Pole artike, is
the Longitude of the climate for South.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>To know with what degree of the Zodiack, that
any Planet aſcendeth on the Orizont, where
his Latitude be North or South.</head>
                  <p>KNow by thine Almanack the degree of
the Ecliptike of any ſigne, in which that
the Planet is rekened for to bee, and that is
cleaped the degree of his Longitude. And
knowe alſo the degree of his Latitude fro
the ecliptike, North or South, and by theſe
enſamples following in eſpeciall, thou may<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
wirche with every ſigne of the Zodiake.
The Longitude peraventure of Venus, or
of another Planet was of Capricorne, and
the Latitude of hem Northward degrees
fro the ecliptike line, then toke I a ſubtil com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pas,
and cleaped the one point of my com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pace
A. and that other F. then tooke I the
point of A. and ſet it in the ecliptike line, and
my Zodiake in the degree of the Longitude
of heddes, that is to ſay, in the head of Ca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pricorne,
and then ſet I the point of F. up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
in the ſame ſigne, becauſe that the Alti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tude
was North vpon y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Latitude of Venus,
that is to ſay, in the degree fro the heed of
Capricorne, and thus have I the degrees be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>twixe
my two prickes: then laid I doune ſoft<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
my compace, and ſet the degree of the Lon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gitude
upon the Orizont, then tooke I and
waxed my labell, in maner of a pair of tables,
to receive diſtinctly the pricke of my compace,
then tooke I this forſaid labell, and layed it fix
over the degree of my Longitude, then tooke
I up my compace, and the point of A. in the
waxe of my labell, as I coud geſſe, over the
ecliptike line, in the end of y<hi rend="sup">c</hi> Longitude, I ſet
the point over endlong on y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> labell, vpon the
ſpace of the Latitude inward, and on the Zo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diake,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, Northward fro the ecliptike:
then laied I doune my compace, and looked
well in the way upon the ecliptike of A. &amp; F.
then tourned I my reete, till that the pricke
of F. ſate vpon the Orizont, then ſaw I well,
that the body of Venus in her Latitude of
degrees ſeptentrionals, aſcendeth in the end
of the degree fro y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> heed of Capricorne. And
note that in this maner thou mighteſt werch
with any latitude ſeptentrional in all ſignes:
but ſothly the latitude Meridional of a pla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>net
in Capricorne may not be take, becauſe
of the little ſpace betwixe the ecliptike, and
the bordure of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Aſtrolabie, and ſikerly in all
other ſignes it may be take. Alſo the de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gree
peraventure of Iupiter or of any other
Planet was in the firſt degree of Piſces in
longitude, &amp; his latitude was degrees Me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ridionall.
Then tooke I the point of A. &amp; ſet
it in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> firſt degree of Piſces on the ecliptike,
then ſet I y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> point dounward of F. in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſame
ſign, becauſe that the latitude was South
degrees, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, fro the heed of Piſces,
&amp; thus have I degrees betwixt both pricks.
Then ſet I the degree of the longitude vpon
the Orizont, then tooke I my labell, &amp; laid
him fixe vpon y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> degree of longitude, then ſet
I y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> point of A. on my labell even over the e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cliptike
line, in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> end of the degree of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> lon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gitude,
and I ſette y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> point of F. endlong on
my labell, the ſpace of degrees of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> latitude
outward fro the Zodiake, that is to ſay,
Southward fro the Ecliptike toward the
bordure, and then tourned I my reete till the
point of F. ſate vpon the Orizont, then ſaw
I well y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the body of Iupiter, in his latitude
of degrees Meridionall, aſcendeth with the
degree of Piſces in horeſcopo. And in this ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
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thou mayeſt wyrch with any Latitude, as
I ſaid firſt, ſaue in Capricorn. And thou wilt
ply this craft with the ariſing of the Moone,
looke thou reken well the courſe of houre by
houre, for ſhe dwelleth in a degree of her Lon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gitude
but a little while, as thou woſte well:
but neuertheleſſe, if thou legen well her very
meuing by the tables, or alter her courſe
houre by houre, thou ſhalt do well ynough.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Vmbra recta.</head>
                  <p>IF thou wilt wirche with Vmbra recta, if
thou might come to the baſe of the Toure,
in this manner ſhalt thou wirche: take the
altitude of the Toure with both holes, ſo
that the rule lye even on a point. Enſample,
as thus: I ſee him through the poynt of
fower, then mete I the ſpace betwixe me and
the Toure, and I find it twenty foote, then
behold I how fower is to twelue, and I find
it is the third part of twelve, Right ſo the
ſpace betwixe thee and the Toure is the
third part of the altitude of the Toure: then
thriſe twenty foot is the higheſt of the toure,
with the addition of thine own body fro thine
eye. If the Rule fall on fiue, then is fiue
times twelue the higheſt of the toure.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Vmbra verſae.</head>
                  <p>IF thou mayeſt not come to the baſe of the
toure, and thou fixe him through the
nomber of one, ſet there a pricke at thy
foote, then go nere the Toure, and ſee him
through at the point of two, and ſet there
an other prick, and then behold how one
hath him to twelve, and thou ſhalt find that
he hath him twelve ſithes, then behold how
two have him to xii, and thou ſhalt find it
ſixe ſithes, and therefore the ſpace betwixe
two prickes, is ſixe times thine altitude. And
note that at the firſt altitude of one, thou ſet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teſt
a pricke, and afterward when thou ſeeſt
him through at two, there thou ſetteſt a prick,
then thou findeſt betwene, 80 foot, then thou
ſhalt find that tenne is the eight part of 80,
then is a foote the altitude of the Toure,
but if it fall upon another poynt, as thus:
It falleth on ſixe at the ſeconde takyng it,
when it falleth on fower, then ſhalt thou find
that ſixe is the ſecond part of twelve, and
fower is the third part of twelve by the
third part, that is to ſay, the ſpace betwixe
two prickes, twiſe the height of the Toure,
and if the difference were three, then wold
it be three times the height, <hi>Et ſic de ſingulis.</hi>
An other maner werchyng by Vmbra recta.
If thou mayeſt not come by the baſe of the
Toure, wirche in this wiſe: Sette thy rule
upon one, till thou ſee the Altitude, and ſet
at thy foote a pricke, and then ſet thy rule
upon two, and ſo do in the ſame manner:
then look what is the difference betwixe one
and two, and thou ſhalt find that it is one:
then meaſure the ſpace betwixe the two
prickes and that is the twelfth part of the
altitude of the Toure, and ſo of all other.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Vmbra recta.</head>
                  <p>IF thy Rule fall vpon the eight point, on
the right ſhadowe, then make the figure
of eight, then looke how much ſpace of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> feet
is betwixe thee and the Tour, &amp; multiply that
by twelve, &amp; when thou haſte multiplied it by
the ſame nomber, then devide it by the nom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ber
of eight, and keepe the reſidue, and adde
thereto thy height vnto thyne iye, to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> reſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>due,
and that ſhall be the very height of the
Toure. And thus mayſt thou worche on the
ſame ſide, from one to twelve, &amp;c.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Vmbra recta.</head>
                  <p>ANother maner of working vpon the
ſame ſide. Looke vpon what point thy
rule falleth, when thou ſeeſt the top of the
Toure, through the two holes, and then
mete the ſpace from thy foote to the baſe of
the Toure, and right as the nomber of the
point, hath himſelf to twelve, right ſo y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſure
betwixt thee &amp; the Toure, hath himſelf
to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> height of the ſame Toure. Enſample as
thus: I ſet caſe thy rule fall vpon eight then
is eight two third partes of twelve, ſo is the
ſpace two third partes of the Toure.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Vmbra verſa.</head>
                  <p>TO know the height by the points of Vm<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bra
verſa. If thy rule fall vpon 3. when
thou ſeeſt the top of the Toure, ſet a prick
there thy foote ſtandeth, and go nere till thou
mayſt ſee the ſame toppe, at the point of iiii.
and ſette there another pricke: then mete
how many foote is betwixe the two prickes,
and the height vp to thine iye, and that ſhall
be the height of the Toure. And note, that iii.
is the fowerth part of xii. and iiii. is the third
part of xii. Now paſſeth iiii. the nomber of iii.
by diſtaunce of 1. therfore the ſame ſpace with
thy height to thyne eye, is the height of the
Toure. And if it were ſo that there were two
or three diſtaunce in the nombers, ſo ſhould
the meaſure betwixe the prickes be twiſe or
thriſe the height of the Toure.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Vmbra recta.</head>
                  <p>TO know y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> height if thou maiſt not come
to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> baſe of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thing, ſet thy rule vpon w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> 
point thou wilte, ſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou mayſt ſee y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> toppe
of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> thyng through the two holes, &amp; make a
marke there as thy foote ſtandeth, &amp; go nere
or ferther, till thou mayſt ſee it through ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
point, &amp; make there another marke, &amp;
looke w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> difference is betwixe the two points
in the ſcale, and right as that difference
hath him to xii. right ſo the ſpaces betwix y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
two markes hath hym to the height of the
thyng. Enſample. I ſet the caſe, that thou
ſeeſt it through the point of iiii. and after at
the point of iii. Now paſſeth the nomber of
iiii. the nomber of iii. the diſtaunce of one, &amp;
right as this difference of one, hath himſelf to
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twelve, right ſo the meaſure betwixe bothe
the markes, hath him to the height of the
ſame thyng, putting thereto the height of
thy ſelfe to thine eye. And thus maieſt thou
werke from one to twelve.</p>
               </div>
               <div type="application">
                  <head>Vmbra verſa.</head>
                  <p>FErthermore, if thou wilt know in Vmbra
verſa, by the crafte of Vmbra recta, I
ſuppoſe to take thine altitude at the point of
four, and makeſt a marke, and then thou go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
nere, till thou haſte it at the point of three,
and makeſt there another marke, then muſt
thou deuide 144 by four, the nomber y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> cometh
thereof ſhal be 36, &amp; after deuide 144 by three,
and the nomber y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> cometh thereof is 48, then
looke what difference is betwixe 36 and 48,
and y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhalt thou find 12, and right as 12 hath
him to 12, ſo the ſpace betwixe y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> two pricks
hath him to the altitude of the thyng.</p>
               </div>
               <trailer>¶Here endeth the concluſions of the
Aſtrolabie.</trailer>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="Complaint of Black Knight" type="work">
            <head>The Complaint of the Black Knight.</head>
            <head type="sub">The heavy Complaint of a Knight, for that he cannot win his Ladies grace.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>IN May, when Flora y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> freſh luſty Quene,</l>
               <l>The ſoyle hath cladde in grene, red, and
whight,</l>
               <l>And Phebus gan to ſhede his ſtremes ſhene,</l>
               <l>Amidde the Bulle, with al y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> beames bright,</l>
               <l>And Lucifer, to chace away the night,</l>
               <l>Ayen the morow our Orizont hath take,</l>
               <l>To bid all lovers out of her ſlepe awake.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And hertes heavy for to recomfort,</l>
               <l>From drerihed, of heavy night ſorow,</l>
               <l>Nature bad hem riſe, and hem diſport,</l>
               <l>Ayen the goodly glad grey morow,</l>
               <l>And hope alſo, with ſainct Iohan to borow,</l>
               <l>Bad in diſpite of Daunger and Diſpaire,</l>
               <l>For to take the holſome luſty ayre.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And with a ſigh I gan for to abreide</l>
               <l>Out of my ſtomber, and ſodainly vp ſtarte,</l>
               <l>As he (alas) that nigh for ſorow deide,</l>
               <l>My ſickneſſe ſate aye ſo nye my hart,</l>
               <l>But for to finde ſoccour of my ſmart,</l>
               <l>Or at the leaſt ſome releaſe of my peine,</l>
               <l>That me ſo ſore halte in every veine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I roſe anone, and thought I would gone</l>
               <l>Into the wodde, to heare the birdes ſing,</l>
               <l>When that the miſty vapour was agone,</l>
               <l>And cleare and faire was the morning,</l>
               <l>The dewe alſo like ſilver in ſhining</l>
               <l>Vpon the leaves, as any Baume ſwete,</l>
               <l>Till firy Titan with his perſant hete</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Had dryed vp the luſty licour new,</l>
               <l>Vpon the herbes in the grene mede,</l>
               <l>And that the floures of many divers hew,</l>
               <l>Vpon her ſtalkes gon for to ſprede,</l>
               <l>And for to ſplay out her leves in brede</l>
               <l>Againe the Sunne, gold burned in his ſpere,</l>
               <l>That doune to hem caſt his beams clere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And by a river forth I gan coſtey,</l>
               <l>Of water clere, as birell or criſtall,</l>
               <l>Till at the laſt I found a little wey,</l>
               <l>Toward a Parke, encloſed with a wall,</l>
               <l>In compace rounde, and by a gate ſmall,</l>
               <l>Who ſo that would, frely might gone</l>
               <l>Into this parke, walled with grene ſtone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And in I went to heare the birdes ſong,</l>
               <l>Which on the branches, both in plaine &amp; vale,</l>
               <l>So loud ſang, that all the wood rong,</l>
               <l>Like as it ſhould ſhiver in peeces ſmale,</l>
               <l>And as me thought, that the Nightingale</l>
               <l>With ſo great might, her voice gan our wreſt</l>
               <l>Right as her hert for love would breſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The ſoile was plaine, ſmoth, &amp; wonder ſoft,</l>
               <l>All overſprad with tapettes that Nature</l>
               <l>Had made her ſelfe: covered eke aloft</l>
               <l>With bowes greene, the floures for to cure,</l>
               <l>That in her beauty they may long endure</l>
               <l>From all aſſaut of Phebus fervent fere,</l>
               <l>Which in his ſphere ſo hote ſhone and clere.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The ayre attempre, and the ſmothe wind</l>
               <l>Of Zepherus, among the bloſomes white,</l>
               <l>So holſome was, and ſo nouriſhing by kind,</l>
               <l>That ſmale buddes, &amp; round bloſomes lite,</l>
               <l>In maner gan of her brethe delite,</l>
               <l>To yeve vs hope there fruite ſhall take</l>
               <l>Ayenſt Autumpne redy for to ſhake.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I ſaw the Daphene cloſed vnder rinde,</l>
               <l>Greene Laurer, and the holſome Pine,</l>
               <l>The Mirre alſo that wepeth ever of kinde,</l>
               <l>The Cedres hye, vpright as a line,</l>
               <l>The Filbert eke, that lowe doth encline</l>
               <l>Her bowes grene, to the yearth adoun,</l>
               <l>Vnto her knight called Demophoun.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>There ſawe I eke the freſh Hauthorne</l>
               <l>In white Motley, that ſo ſwote doth ſmell,</l>
               <l>Aſhe, Firre, &amp; Oke, with many a yong Acorn,</l>
               <l>And many a tree mo than I can tell,</l>
               <l>And me beforne I ſawe a little well,</l>
               <l>That had his courſe, as I gan beholde,</l>
               <l>Vnder an hill, with quicke ſtremes colde.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The gravel gold, the water pure as glaſſe,</l>
               <l>The bankes round, the well environyng,</l>
               <l>And ſoft as Velvet the yong graſſe</l>
               <l>That therevpon luſtely came ſpringyng,</l>
               <l>The ſure of trees about compaſſyng,</l>
               <l>Her ſhadow caſt, cloſing the well round,</l>
               <l>And all the herbes growing on the ground.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The water was holſome, and ſo vertuous,</l>
               <l>Through might of herbes growyng beſide,</l>
               <l>Not like the welle where as Narciſus</l>
               <l>I ſlaine was, through vengeaunce of Cupide,</l>
               <l>
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Where ſo covertly he did hide</l>
               <l>The graiue of death vpon eche brinke,</l>
               <l>That death mote folow, who y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ever drinke.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Ne like the pitte of the Pegace,</l>
               <l>Vnder Pernaſo, where Poetes ſlept,</l>
               <l>Nor like the welle of pure chaſtite,</l>
               <l>Which that Diane with her Nimphes kept,</l>
               <l>When ſhe naked into the water lepte,</l>
               <l>That ſlowe Acteon with her hondes fell,</l>
               <l>Onely for he came ſo nigh the well.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But this welle that I here of rehearſe,</l>
               <l>So holſome was, that it would aſwage,</l>
               <l>Bollen hertes, and the venim pearce,</l>
               <l>Of penſifehed, with all the cruell rage,</l>
               <l>And over more refreſh the viſage</l>
               <l>Of hem that were in any werineſſe,</l>
               <l>Of great labour, or fallen in diſtreſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And I that had through daunger &amp; diſdain</l>
               <l>So drye a thruſt, thought I would aſſay</l>
               <l>To taſte a draught of this Welle or twain,</l>
               <l>My bitter langour if it might alay,</l>
               <l>And on the banke anone doune I lay,</l>
               <l>And with mine hed vnto y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Welle I raught,</l>
               <l>And of the water dranke I a good draught.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Wherof me thought I was refreſhed wele,</l>
               <l>Of the brennyng that ſate ſo nigh my hart,</l>
               <l>That verely anone I gan to fele</l>
               <l>An huge parte releaſed of my ſmart,</l>
               <l>And therewithall anone vp I ſtart,</l>
               <l>And thought I would walke and ſee more,</l>
               <l>Forth in the parke, and in the holtes hore.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And through a laund as I yede a pace,</l>
               <l>And gan about faſt to behold,</l>
               <l>I found anone a delectable place,</l>
               <l>That was belet with trees young and old,</l>
               <l>Whoſs names here for me ſhall not be told,</l>
               <l>Amidde of which ſtood an herber greene,</l>
               <l>That benched was, with colours new &amp; clene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This herber was full of floures gende,</l>
               <l>Into the which, as I beholde gan,</l>
               <l>Betwixt an Hulfeere and a Woodbende,</l>
               <l>As I was ware, I ſaw where lay a man</l>
               <l>In blacke, and white colour pale and wan,</l>
               <l>And wonder deadly alſo of his hewe,</l>
               <l>Of hurtes grene, and freſh woundes new.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And overmore diſtrayned with ſickneſſe</l>
               <l>Beſide all this he was full grevouſſy,</l>
               <l>For vpon him he had an hore acceſſe,</l>
               <l>That day by day him ſhooke full pitouſly,</l>
               <l>So that for conſtrayning of his malady,</l>
               <l>And hertely wo, thus lying all alone,</l>
               <l>It was a death for to hear him grone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Wherof aſtonied, my fote I gan withdraw,</l>
               <l>Greatly wondring what it might be,</l>
               <l>That he ſo lay and had no felaw,</l>
               <l>Ne that I coud no wight with him ſee,</l>
               <l>Wherof I had routhe, and eke pite,</l>
               <l>And gan anone, ſo ſoftly as I coude,</l>
               <l>Among the buſhes prively me to ſhroude.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>If that I might in any wiſe aſpy,</l>
               <l>What was the cauſe of his deedly wo,</l>
               <l>Or why that he ſo pitouſly gan cry</l>
               <l>On his fortune, and on vre alſo,</l>
               <l>With all my might I layd an eare to,</l>
               <l>Every word to marke what he ſaid,</l>
               <l>Out of his ſwough amonge as he abraid.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Bur firſt, if I ſhould make mencion</l>
               <l>Of his perſon, and plainely him diſcrive,</l>
               <l>He was in ſothe, without excepcion,</l>
               <l>To ſpeake of manhood, one the beſt on llve,</l>
               <l>There may no man ayen trouth ſtrive,</l>
               <l>For of his tyme, and of his age alſo,</l>
               <l>He proved was, there men ſhuld have ado.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For one of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> beſt therto of bread &amp; length</l>
               <l>So well ymade by good proporcion,</l>
               <l>If he had be in his deliver ſtrength,</l>
               <l>But thought and ſickneſſe were occaſion</l>
               <l>That he thus lay in lamentacion,</l>
               <l>Gruffe on the ground, in place deſolate,</l>
               <l>Sole by himſelfe, awhaped and amate.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And for me ſeemeth that it is fitting</l>
               <l>His wordes all to put in remembraunce,</l>
               <l>To me that heard all his complayning,</l>
               <l>And all the ground of his wofull chaunce,</l>
               <l>If there withall I may you do pleaſaunce,</l>
               <l>I woll to you ſo as I can anone,</l>
               <l>Lyke as he ſayd, rehearce everichone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But who ſhall helpe me now to complain,</l>
               <l>Or who ſhall now my ſtile gy or lede,</l>
               <l>O Niobe, let now thy teeres rain</l>
               <l>In to my penne, and helpe eke in nede,</l>
               <l>Thou wofull Myrre y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> feleſt my hert blede</l>
               <l>Of pitous wo, and mine hand eke quake,</l>
               <l>When that I write, for this mannes ſake.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>* For vnto wo accordeth complayning,</l>
               <l>And dolefull chere vnto heavineſſe,</l>
               <l>To ſorow alſo, ſighing and weping,</l>
               <l>And pitous mourning vnto drerineſſe,</l>
               <l>* And who that ſhall write of diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>In party needeth to know feelingly,</l>
               <l>Cauſe and roote of all ſoch malady.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But I alas, that am of witte but dull,</l>
               <l>And have no knowing of ſoch matere,</l>
               <l>For to diſcrive, and write at the full</l>
               <l>The wofull complaint, which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye ſhall here,</l>
               <l>But even like as doth a skriuenere,</l>
               <l>That can no more what that he ſhall write,</l>
               <l>But as his maiſter beſide doth endite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Right ſo fare I, that of no ſentement,</l>
               <l>Say right naught in concluſion,</l>
               <l>But as I herde when I was preſent,</l>
               <l>This man complaine, with a pitous ſoun,</l>
               <l>For even like without addicioun,</l>
               <l>Or diſencreaſe, eyther more or leſſe,</l>
               <l>For to reherſe anone I woll me dreſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And if that any now be in this place,</l>
               <l>That fele in love brenning of fervence,</l>
               <l>
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Or hindred were to his ladies grace,</l>
               <l>With falſe tonges, that with peſtilence</l>
               <l>Slea trewe men, that neuer did offence</l>
               <l>In worde nor deed, ne in her entent,</l>
               <l>If any ſoch be here now preſent,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Let him of routh lay to audience,</l>
               <l>With doleful chere, and ſobre countenaunce,</l>
               <l>To here this man, by full hye ſentence,</l>
               <l>His mortall wo, and his perturbaunce,</l>
               <l>Complayning, now lying in a traunce,</l>
               <l>With lookes vpcaſt, and rufull chere,</l>
               <l>Theffect of which was as ye ſhall here.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The thought oppreſſed with inward ſighs ſore,</l>
               <l>The painful life, the body languiſhing,</l>
               <l>The woful goſt, the hert rent and tore,</l>
               <l>The pitous chere pale in complayning,</l>
               <l>The deedly face, like aſhes in ſhining,</l>
               <l>The ſalte teares that from mine eyen fall,</l>
               <l>Percel declare ground of my paynes all.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Whoſe hert is ground to blede in heuineſſe,</l>
               <l>The thought receit of wo, and of complaint,</l>
               <l>The breſt is cheſt of dole and drerineſſe,</l>
               <l>The body eke ſo feeble and ſo faint,</l>
               <l>With hote and colde mine axes is ſo maint,</l>
               <l>That now I chiuer, for default of heat,</l>
               <l>And hote as glede, now ſodainly I ſweat.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Now hote as fire, now colde as aſhes deed,</l>
               <l>Now hote for cold, now cold for heat againe,</l>
               <l>Now colde as yſe, now as coles reed</l>
               <l>For heate I brenne, and thus betwixe twaine,</l>
               <l>I poſſed am, and all forecaſt in paine,</l>
               <l>So that my heate plainly as I fele,</l>
               <l>Of greeuous colde is cauſe euery dele.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This is the colde of inward hie diſdayn,</l>
               <l>Colde of diſpite, and colde of cruell hate,</l>
               <l>This is the colde y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> euer doth his beſie payn,</l>
               <l>Ayenſt trouth to fight and debate,</l>
               <l>This is the colde that the fire abate</l>
               <l>Of trewe meaning, alas the harde while,</l>
               <l>This is the colde that woll me begile.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For euer the better that in trouth I ment,</l>
               <l>With all my might faithfully to ſerue,</l>
               <l>With herte and all to be diligent,</l>
               <l>The leſſe thanke, alas I can deſerue:</l>
               <l>Thus for my trouth danger both me ſterue,</l>
               <l>For one that ſhould my death of mercy let,</l>
               <l>Hath made diſpite new his ſwerde to whet</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Againſt me, and his growes to file,</l>
               <l>To take vengeaunce of wilfull cruelte,</l>
               <l>And tonges falſe through her ſleightly wile,</l>
               <l>Han gon a werre that will not ſtinted be,</l>
               <l>And falſe enuie, wrath and enuite,</l>
               <l>Haue conſpired againſt all right and law,</l>
               <l>Of her malice, that trouth ſhall be ſlaw.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And male bouch, gan firſt the tale tell,</l>
               <l>To ſclaunder trouth of indignacion,</l>
               <l>And falſe reporte ſo loude range the bell,</l>
               <l>That misbeleefe and falſe ſuſpecion</l>
               <l>Haue trouth brought to his dampnacion,</l>
               <l>So that alas, wrong fully he dieth,</l>
               <l>And falſeneſſe now his place occupieth,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And entred is in to trouthes londe,</l>
               <l>And hath thereof the full poſſeſſion,</l>
               <l>O rightfull God that firſt the trouth fonde,</l>
               <l>How may thou ſuffre ſoch oppreſſion,</l>
               <l>That falſheed ſhould haue jurisdiction</l>
               <l>In trouthes right to ſlee him gyltles,</l>
               <l>In his fraunchiſe he may not lyue in pees.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Falſly accuſed, and of his fone forjudged,</l>
               <l>Without anſwere, while he was abſent,</l>
               <l>He damned was, and may not be excuſed,</l>
               <l>For cruelte ſate in judgement,</l>
               <l>Of haſtineſſe without aduiſement,</l>
               <l>And badde Diſdaine do execute anone,</l>
               <l>His judgement in preſence of his fone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Attourney may none admitted been</l>
               <l>To excuſe trouth, ne a worde to ſpeke,</l>
               <l>To faith or othe the judge liſt not ſeen,</l>
               <l>There is no gaine, but he will be wreke:</l>
               <l>O Lord of trouth to thee I call and clepe,</l>
               <l>How may thou ſee thus in thy preſence,</l>
               <l>Without mercy murdred innocence.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Now God that art of trouth ſoueraine,</l>
               <l>And ſeeſt how I lie for trouth bound,</l>
               <l>So ſore knit in loues fyrie chaine,</l>
               <l>Euen at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> death through gyrte with many a wound,</l>
               <l>That likely are neuer for to ſound,</l>
               <l>And for my troutham dampned to the death,</l>
               <l>And not abyde, but draw along the breath.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Conſider and ſee in thine eternal right,</l>
               <l>How that mine herte profeſſed whilom was,</l>
               <l>For to be trewe with all my full might,</l>
               <l>Onely to one the which now alas,</l>
               <l>Of volunte without any treſpas,</l>
               <l>My accuſours hath taken vnto grace,</l>
               <l>And cheriſheth hem, my death to purchace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>What meaneth this? what is this wonder vre?</l>
               <l>Of purueyaunce if I ſhall it call,</l>
               <l>Of god of loue, that falſe hem ſo aſſure,</l>
               <l>And trewe alas, downe of the whele ben fall,</l>
               <l>And yet in ſothe this is the worſt of all,</l>
               <l>That falſhed wrongfully of troth hath y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> name,</l>
               <l>And trouth a yenward of falſhed beareth the blame.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This blind chaunce, this ſtormy auenture,</l>
               <l>In loue hath moſt his experience,</l>
               <l>* For who y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> doth with trouth moſt his cure,</l>
               <l>Shall for his mede finde moſt offence,</l>
               <l>That ſerueth loue with all his diligence:</l>
               <l>* For who can fayne vnder lowlyhede,</l>
               <l>Ne fayleth not to finde grace and ſpede.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For I loued one, full long ſith agone,</l>
               <l>With all mine herte, body and full might,</l>
               <l>And to be deed my herte can not gone</l>
               <l>From his heſte, but hold that he hath hight,</l>
               <l>Though I be baniſhed out of her ſight,</l>
               <l>And by her mouth dampned that I ſhall dey,</l>
               <l>Vnto my heſt, yet I will euer obey.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>For euer ſith that the world began,</l>
               <l>Who ſo liſte looke, and in ſtory rede,</l>
               <l>He ſhall aye find that the trewe man</l>
               <l>Was put abacke, whereas the falſhede</l>
               <l>Yfurthered was: for loue taketh none hede</l>
               <l>To ſlea the trew, and hath of hem no charge,</l>
               <l>Where as the falſe goeth frely at her large.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I take record of Palamydes,</l>
               <l>The trewe man, the noble worthy knight,</l>
               <l>That euer loued, and of his payne no relees,</l>
               <l>Notwithſtanding his manhood &amp; his might,</l>
               <l>Loue vnto him did full great vnright,</l>
               <l>For aye the bet he did in cheualrie,</l>
               <l>The more he was hindred by enuie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And aye the better he did in euery place,</l>
               <l>Through his knighthood and buſie payne,</l>
               <l>The ferder was he from his ladies grace,</l>
               <l>For to her mercy might he neuer attayne,</l>
               <l>And to his death he coud it not refrayne,</l>
               <l>For no daungere, but aye obey and ſerue,</l>
               <l>As he beſt coude, plainly till he ſterue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>What was the fine alſo of Hercules,</l>
               <l>For all his conqueſt and his worthineſſe,</l>
               <l>That was of ſtrength alone peerles,</l>
               <l>For like as bookes of him liſt expreſſe,</l>
               <l>He ſet pillers through his hye proweſſe,</l>
               <l>Away at Gades, for to ſignifie</l>
               <l>That no man might him paſſe in cheualrie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The which pillers ferre beyond Inde,</l>
               <l>Be ſet of gold, for a remembraunce:</l>
               <l>And for all that was he ſet behinde,</l>
               <l>With hem that loue liſt feebly auaunce,</l>
               <l>For him ſet laſt vpon a daunce,</l>
               <l>Againſt whom helpe may no ſtrife,</l>
               <l>For all his trouth he loſt his life.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Phebus alſo for all his pleaſaunt light,</l>
               <l>When that he went here in yearth lowe,</l>
               <l>Vnto the hert with Venus ſight,</l>
               <l>Ywounded was, through Cupides bowe,</l>
               <l>And yet his lady liſt him not to knowe,</l>
               <l>Though for her loue his herte did blede,</l>
               <l>She let him go, and toke of him no hede.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>What ſhall I ſay of yonge Piramus?</l>
               <l>Of trewe Triſtram, for all his hye renowne,</l>
               <l>Of Achilles, or of Antonius,</l>
               <l>Of Arcite, or of him Palomoune,</l>
               <l>What was the end of her paſſioune,</l>
               <l>But after ſorow death, and then her graue,</l>
               <l>Lo here the guerdon that theſe louers haue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But falſe Iaſon with his doubleneſſe,</l>
               <l>That was vntrewe at Colkos to Medee,</l>
               <l>And Theſeus, roote of vnkindneſſe,</l>
               <l>And with theſe two eke the falſe Enee.</l>
               <l>Lo thus the falſe aye in one degree,</l>
               <l>Had in loue her luſt and all her will,</l>
               <l>And ſaue falſhood, there was none other skill.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Of Thebes eke the falſe Arcite,</l>
               <l>And Demophon eke for his ſlouth,</l>
               <l>They had her luſt and all that might delite,</l>
               <l>For all her falſhood and great vntrouth:</l>
               <l>Thus euer loue alas, and that is routh,</l>
               <l>His falſe lieges forthereth what he may,</l>
               <l>And ſleeth the trewe vngoodly day by day.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For trewe Adon was ſlaine with the bore,</l>
               <l>Amidde the foreſt in the grene ſhade,</l>
               <l>For Venus loue he felt all the ſore,</l>
               <l>But Vulcanus with her no mercy made,</l>
               <l>The foule chorle had many nights glade,</l>
               <l>Where Mars her knight and her man,</l>
               <l>To find mercy comfort none he can.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Alſo the yonge freſhe Ipomedes,</l>
               <l>So luſtly free as of his corage,</l>
               <l>That for to ſerue with all his hert he ches,</l>
               <l>Athalant ſo faire of her viſage,</l>
               <l>But loue alas quite him ſo his wage</l>
               <l>With cruell daunger plainly at the laſt,</l>
               <l>That with the death guerd<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nleſſe he paſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Lo here the fine of loues ſeruice,</l>
               <l>Lo how that loue can his ſeruaunts quite,</l>
               <l>Lo how he can his faithfull men diſpiſe,</l>
               <l>To ſlea the trewe men, and falſe to reſpite,</l>
               <l>Lo how he doth the ſwerde of ſorow bite</l>
               <l>In herts, ſoch as moſt his luſt obey,</l>
               <l>To ſaue the falſe and do the trewe dey.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For faith nor othe, worde, ne aſſuraunce,</l>
               <l>Trewe meaning, awaite, or buſineſſe,</l>
               <l>Still porte, ne faithfull attendaunce,</l>
               <l>Manhood ne might in armes worthineſſe,</l>
               <l>Purſute of worſhip nor hie proweſſe,</l>
               <l>In ſtraunge land riding ne trauaile,</l>
               <l>Full litell or nought in loue doth auaile.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Perill of death, nor in ſee ne land,</l>
               <l>Hunger ne thruſt, ſorow ne ſickneſſe,</l>
               <l>Ne great empriſes for to take in hand,</l>
               <l>Sheding of blood, ne manfull hardineſſe,</l>
               <l>Ne oft wounding at ſautes by diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>Nor in parting of life nor death alſo,</l>
               <l>All is for nought, loue taketh no heed thereto</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But leſings with her flatterie,</l>
               <l>Through her falſhede, &amp; with her doubleneſſe,</l>
               <l>With tales new, and many fained lie,</l>
               <l>By falſe ſemblaunt &amp; counterſeit humbleſſe,</l>
               <l>Vnder colour depaint with ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>With fraud couered vnder a pit<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>us face,</l>
               <l>Accept be now ratheſt vnto grace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And can himſelfe now beſt magnifie</l>
               <l>With fained port and preſumption,</l>
               <l>They haunce her cauſe with falſe ſurquidrie,</l>
               <l>Vnder meaning of double entention,</l>
               <l>To thinke one in her opinion,</l>
               <l>And ſay another, to ſet himſelfe aloft,</l>
               <l>And hinder trouth, as it is ſcene full oft.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The which thing I buy now all too deare,</l>
               <l>Thanked be Venus, and the god Enpide,</l>
               <l>As it is ſeene by mine oppreſſed cheare,</l>
               <l>And by his arrowes that ſticken in my ſide,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="464" facs="tcp:51487:252"/>
That ſaue death I nothing abide</l>
               <l>Fro day to day, alas the hard while,</l>
               <l>When euer his dart that him liſt to file,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>My wofull hert for to riue atwo,</l>
               <l>For faut of mercy, and lacke of pite</l>
               <l>Of her that cauſeth all my paine and wo,</l>
               <l>And liſt not ones of grace for to ſee</l>
               <l>Vnto my trouth through her cruelte,</l>
               <l>And moſt of all I me complaine,</l>
               <l>That ſhe hath joy to laugh at my paine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And wilfully hath my death ſworne,</l>
               <l>All guiltleſſe, and wote no cauſe why,</l>
               <l>Saue for the trouth that I had aforne</l>
               <l>To her alone to ſerue faithfully,</l>
               <l>O god of loue, vnto thee I cry,</l>
               <l>And to thy blind double deite,</l>
               <l>Of this great wrong I complaine me.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And vnto thy ſtormy wilfull variaunce,</l>
               <l>Iment with change and great vnſtableneſſe,</l>
               <l>Now vp, now down, ſo renning is thy chance,</l>
               <l>That thee to truſt may be no ſikerneſſe,</l>
               <l>I wite it nothing but thy doubleneſſe,</l>
               <l>* And who that is an archer, and is blend,</l>
               <l>Marketh nothing, but ſhooteth by wend.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And for that he hath no diſcretion,</l>
               <l>Without aduiſe he let his arrow go,</l>
               <l>For lacke of ſight, and alſo of reaſon,</l>
               <l>In his ſhooting it happeth oft ſo,</l>
               <l>To hurt his friend rather than his fo,</l>
               <l>So doth this god with his ſharpe flone,</l>
               <l>The trew ſleeth, and letteth the falſe gone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And of his wounding this is the worſt of all,</l>
               <l>When he hurt doeth to ſo cruell wretch,</l>
               <l>And maketh the licke for to cry and call</l>
               <l>Vnto his ſoe for to be his leche,</l>
               <l>* And hard it is for a man to ſeche</l>
               <l>Vpon the point of death in jeoperdie,</l>
               <l>Vnto his foe to find a remedie.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus fareth it now euen by me,</l>
               <l>That to my foe that gaue my hert a wound,</l>
               <l>Mote aske grace, mercy, and pite,</l>
               <l>And namely there where none may be found,</l>
               <l>For now my ſore my leche will confound,</l>
               <l>And god of kind ſo hath ſet mine vre,</l>
               <l>My liues foe to haue my wound in cure.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Alas the while now that I was borne,</l>
               <l>Or that I euer ſaw the bright ſonne,</l>
               <l>For now I ſee that full long aforne,</l>
               <l>Or I was borne, my deſteny was ſponne</l>
               <l>By Parcas ſiſterne, to ſlea me if they conne,</l>
               <l>For they my death ſhopen or my ſhert,</l>
               <l>Only for trouth, I may it not aſtert.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>The mighty goddeſſe alſo of Nature,</l>
               <l>That vnder God hath the gouernaunce</l>
               <l>Of worldly things committed to her cure,</l>
               <l>Diſpoſed haue through her wiſe purueiance,</l>
               <l>To giue my lady ſo much ſuffiſaunce</l>
               <l>Of all vertues, and therewithall puruide,</l>
               <l>To murder trouth, hath take danger to gide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For bounte, beaute, ſhape, and ſeemelihede,</l>
               <l>Prudence, wit, paſſingly faireneſſe,</l>
               <l>Benigne port, glad chere, with lowlihede,</l>
               <l>Of womanhede right plenteous largeneſſe,</l>
               <l>Nature did in her fully empreſſe,</l>
               <l>When ſhe her wrought, &amp; alther laſt disdain,</l>
               <l>To hinder trouth, ſhe made her chamberlain.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When miſtruſt alſo, and falſe ſuſpection,</l>
               <l>With misbeleue ſhe made for to be</l>
               <l>Cheefe of counſaile to this concluſion,</l>
               <l>For to exile trouth, and eke pite,</l>
               <l>Out of her court to make mercy flee,</l>
               <l>So that diſpite now holdeth forth her rein,</l>
               <l>Through haſty bileue of tales that men fein.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And thus I am for my trouth alas</l>
               <l>Murdred &amp; ſlain, with words ſharp and kene,</l>
               <l>Guiltleſſe God wote of all treſpas,</l>
               <l>And lie and blede vpon this cold grene,</l>
               <l>Now mercy ſwete, mercy my liues quene,</l>
               <l>And to your grace of mercy yet I prey,</l>
               <l>In your ſeruice that your man may dey.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But if ſo be that I ſhall die algate,</l>
               <l>And that I ſhall none other mercy haue,</l>
               <l>Yet of my death let this been the date,</l>
               <l>That by your wil I was broght to my graue,</l>
               <l>Or haſtely, if that you liſt me ſaue,</l>
               <l>My ſharpe wounds that ake ſo and blede,</l>
               <l>Of mercy charme, and alſo of womanhede.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For other charme plainly is there none,</l>
               <l>But only mercy, to helpe in this caſe,</l>
               <l>For though my wounds bleed euer in one,</l>
               <l>My life, my death, ſtandeth in your grace,</l>
               <l>And though my guilt be nothing, alas,</l>
               <l>I aſke mercy in all my beſt entent,</l>
               <l>Ready to die, if that ye aſſent.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For there againſt ſhall I neuer ſtriue</l>
               <l>In word ne werke, plainely I ne may,</l>
               <l>For leuer I haue than to be aliue</l>
               <l>To die ſoothly, and it be to her pay,</l>
               <l>Ye though it be this ſame day,</l>
               <l>Or when that euer her liſt to deuiſe,</l>
               <l>Suffiſeth me to die in your ſeruiſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And God, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knoweſt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thoght of euery wight</l>
               <l>Right as it is, in euery thing thou maiſt ſee,</l>
               <l>Yet ere I die, with all my full might,</l>
               <l>Lowly I pray to graunt vnto mee,</l>
               <l>That ye goodly, faire, freſh, and free,</l>
               <l>Which onely ſlea me for defaut of routh,</l>
               <l>Or that I die, ye may know my trouth.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For that in ſooth ſufficeth me,</l>
               <l>And ſhe it know in euery circumſtaunce,</l>
               <l>And after I am well paid that ſhe</l>
               <l>If that her liſt of death to do vengeaunce</l>
               <l>Vnto me, that am vnder her lygeaunce,</l>
               <l>It ſit me not her doome to diſobey,</l>
               <l>But at her luſt wilfully to dey,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Without grutching or rebellion</l>
               <l>In will or word, holy I aſſent,</l>
               <l>
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Or any manner contradiction,</l>
               <l>Fully to be at her commaundement,</l>
               <l>And if I die, in my teſtament</l>
               <l>My herte I ſend, and my ſpirit alſo,</l>
               <l>Whatſoeuer ſhe liſt with hem to do.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And alderlaſt to her womanhede,</l>
               <l>And to her mercy me I recommaund,</l>
               <l>That lie now here betwixe hope and drede,</l>
               <l>Abiding plainly what ſhe liſt commaund,</l>
               <l>For utterly this nis no demaund</l>
               <l>Welcome to me while me laſteth breath,</l>
               <l>Right at her choice, where it be life or death.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>In this matter more what might I ſaine,</l>
               <l>Sith in her hand, and in her will is all,</l>
               <l>But life &amp; death, my joy, and all my paine,</l>
               <l>And finally my heſt hold I ſhall,</l>
               <l>Till my ſpirit by deſteny fatall,</l>
               <l>When that her liſt fro my body wend,</l>
               <l>Haue here my trouth, &amp; thus I make an end.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And with that word he gan ſigh as ſore,</l>
               <l>Like as his hert riue would atwaine,</l>
               <l>And held his peace, &amp; ſpake no word more,</l>
               <l>But for to ſee his wo and mortal paine,</l>
               <l>The teares gonne fro mine eyen raine</l>
               <l>Full pitouſly, for very inward roth,</l>
               <l>That I him ſaw, ſo long wiſhing for troth.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And all this while my ſelfe I kepte cloſe</l>
               <l>Among the bowes, and my ſelfe gonne hide,</l>
               <l>Till at the laſt the wofull man aroſe,</l>
               <l>And to a lodge went there beſide,</l>
               <l>Where all the May his cuſtome was tabide,</l>
               <l>Sole to complaine of his paines kene,</l>
               <l>From yere to yere, under the bowes grene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And for bicauſe that it drew to the night,</l>
               <l>And that the ſunne his arke diurnal</l>
               <l>Ypaſſed was, ſo that his perſaunt light,</l>
               <l>His bright beames and his ſtreams all</l>
               <l>VVere in the waues of the water fall,</l>
               <l>Vnder the bordure of our occian,</l>
               <l>His chaire of gold, his courſe ſo ſwiftly ran:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And while the twilight &amp; the rowes rede</l>
               <l>Of Phebus light were deaurat alite,</l>
               <l>A penne I tooke, and gan me faſt ſpede</l>
               <l>The wofull plaint of this man to write,</l>
               <l>Word by word, as he did endite,</l>
               <l>Like as I heard, and coud hem tho report,</l>
               <l>I haue here ſet, your hertes to diſport.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>If ought be miſſe, lay the wite on me,</l>
               <l>For I am worthy for to beare the blame,</l>
               <l>If any thing miſſe reported be,</l>
               <l>To make this ditie for to ſeeme lame,</l>
               <l>Through mine unconning, but for to ſain y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame,</l>
               <l>Like as this manne his complaint did ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>preſſe,</l>
               <l>I aske mercy and forgiueneſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And as I wrote, me thought I ſaw aferre,</l>
               <l>Ferre in the Weſt luſtely appere</l>
               <l>Eſperus the goodly bright ſterre,</l>
               <l>So glad, ſo faire, ſo perſaunt eke of chere,</l>
               <l>I mean Venus with her beames clere,</l>
               <l>That heauy hertes only to releue,</l>
               <l>Is wont of cuſtome for to ſhew at eue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And I as faſt fell adown on my knee,</l>
               <l>And euen thus to her gan I to prey:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>O lady Venus ſo faire upon to ſee,</l>
               <l>Let not this man for his trouth dey,</l>
               <l>For that joy thou haddeſt when thou ley</l>
               <l>VVith Mars thy knight, when Vulcanus fond,</l>
               <l>And with a chaine unviſible you bond</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Togider both tway in the ſame while,</l>
               <l>That all the court aboue celeſtiall,</l>
               <l>At your ſhame gan laugh and ſmile:</l>
               <l>Ah, faire lady welly fond at all,</l>
               <l>Comfort to carefull, O goddeſſe immartall,</l>
               <l>Be helping now, and do thy diligence,</l>
               <l>To let the ſtreames of thine influence</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Deſcend downe, in forthering of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> trouth,</l>
               <l>Namely of hem that lie in ſorrow bound,</l>
               <l>Shew now thy miȝt, &amp; on her wo haue routh,</l>
               <l>Ere falſe daunger ſlea hem and confound:</l>
               <l>And ſpecially let thy might be found,</l>
               <l>For to ſo couer what ſo that thou may</l>
               <l>The true man that in the herber lay.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And all true forther for his ſake,</l>
               <l>O glad ſterre, O lady Venus mine,</l>
               <l>And cauſe his lady him to grace take,</l>
               <l>Her herte of ſtele to mercy ſo encline,</l>
               <l>Ere that thy bemes go vp to decline,</l>
               <l>And ere that thou now go fro us adoun,</l>
               <l>For that loue thou haddeſt to Adoun.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And when ſhe was gone to her reſt,</l>
               <l>I roſe anone, and home to bed went,</l>
               <l>For weary, me thought it for the beſt,</l>
               <l>Praying thus in all my beſt entent,</l>
               <l>That all trew, that be with daunger ſhent,</l>
               <l>With mercy may in releaſe of her paine,</l>
               <l>Recured be, ere May come eſte againe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And for that I ne may no lenger wake,</l>
               <l>Farewell ye louers all that be trew,</l>
               <l>Praying to God, and thus my leue I take,</l>
               <l>That ere the ſunne to morrow be riſen new,</l>
               <l>And ere he haue ayen roſen hew,</l>
               <l>That each of you may haue ſuch a grace,</l>
               <l>His owne lady in armes to embrace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I meane thus, in all honeſty,</l>
               <l>Without more ye may togider ſpeake</l>
               <l>What ſo ye liſt at good liberty,</l>
               <l>That each may to other her heart breke,</l>
               <l>On Ielouſies onely to be wreke,</l>
               <l>That hath ſo long of his mallice and enuy</l>
               <l>Werred Trouth with his tiranny.</l>
            </lg>
            <div type="envoy">
               <head>¶Lenuoye.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>Princeſſe, pleaſeth it to your benignitie</l>
                  <l>This little ditie to haue in mind,</l>
                  <l>Of womanhede alſo for to ſee,</l>
                  <l>Your man may your mercy find,</l>
                  <l>
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And pity eke, that long hath be behind,</l>
                  <l>Let him againe be provoked to grace,</l>
                  <l>For by my trouth it is againſt kind,</l>
                  <l>Falſe Daunger to occupy his place.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Go little quaire vnto my lives queene</l>
                  <l>And my very hearts ſoueraine,</l>
                  <l>And be right glad for ſhe ſhall thee ſeene,</l>
                  <l>Such is thy grace, but I alas in paine</l>
                  <l>Am left behind, &amp; not to whom to plaine,</l>
                  <l>For mercy, ruth, grace, and eke pite</l>
                  <l>Exiled be, that I may not attaine,</l>
                  <l>Recure to find of mine adverſite.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="Praise of Women" type="work">
            <head>A Praiſe of Women.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>ALtho thee liſt of women evill to ſpeak,</l>
               <l>And ſain of hem worſe than they de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerve,</l>
               <l>I pray to God y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> her neckes to break,</l>
               <l>Or on ſom evil death mote tho janglers ſterve</l>
               <l>For every man were holden hem to ſerve,</l>
               <l>And do hem worſhip, honour, and ſerviſe,</l>
               <l>In every manner that they beſt coud deviſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For we ought firſt to think on w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> manere</l>
               <l>They bring vs forth, and w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> pain they endure</l>
               <l>Firſt in our birth, and ſith fro yere to yere</l>
               <l>How buſely they done their buſie cure,</l>
               <l>To keepe vs fro every miſaventure</l>
               <l>In our youth when we have no might</l>
               <l>Our ſelfe to keepe, neither by day nor night.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Alas, how may we ſay on hem but wele,</l>
               <l>Of whom we were foſtred and ybore,</l>
               <l>And ben all our ſuccour, &amp; ever true as ſtele,</l>
               <l>And for our ſake full oft they ſuffer ſore,</l>
               <l>* Without women were all our joy lore,</l>
               <l>Wherfore we ought all women to obey</l>
               <l>In all goodneſſe, I can no more ſay.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>This is wel knowne, and hath ben or this,</l>
               <l>That women ben cauſe of all lightneſſe,</l>
               <l>Of knighthood, norture, eſchuing all mallis,</l>
               <l>Encreaſe of worſhip, and of all worthineſſe,</l>
               <l>Thereto curteis &amp; meke, &amp; ground of all good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,</l>
               <l>Glad and merry, &amp; true in every wiſe</l>
               <l>That any gentill hert can thinke or deviſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And though any would truſt to your vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>truth,</l>
               <l>And to your faire words would aught aſſent,</l>
               <l>In good faith me thinketh it wer great ruth,</l>
               <l>That other women ſhuld for her gilt be ſhent,</l>
               <l>That never knew, ne wiſt nouȝt of her entent,</l>
               <l>Ne liſt not to heare the faire words ye write,</l>
               <l>Which ye you paine fro day to day tendite.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But who may beware of your tales vntrue,</l>
               <l>That ye ſo buſily paint and endite,</l>
               <l>For ye will ſwere that ye never knew,</l>
               <l>Ne ſaw the woman, neither much ne lite,</l>
               <l>Save only her, to whom ye had delite,</l>
               <l>As for to ſerve of all that ever ye ſey,</l>
               <l>And for her love muſt ye needs dey.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then will ye ſwere y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ye knew never before</l>
               <l>What love was, ne his dredfull obſervaunce,</l>
               <l>But now ye feele that he can wound ſore,</l>
               <l>Wherfore ye put you into her governaunce,</l>
               <l>Whom love hath ordeind you to ſerve &amp; do ple<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſance</l>
               <l>W<hi rend="sup">th</hi> al your miȝt your litle lives ſpace</l>
               <l>Which endeth ſoone, but if ſhe do you grace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And then to bed will he ſoone draw,</l>
               <l>And ſoone ſicke ye will you then faine,</l>
               <l>And ſwere faſt your Lady hath you ſlaw,</l>
               <l>And brought you ſuddainly inſo high a paine</l>
               <l>y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> fro your death may no man you reſtraine,</l>
               <l>With a daungerous looke of her eyen two,</l>
               <l>That to your death muſt ye needs go.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus will ye morne, thus will ye ſigh ſore,</l>
               <l>As though your hert anon in two wold breſt,</l>
               <l>And ſwere faſt that ye may live no more,</l>
               <l>Mine owne Lady, that might if ye leſt</l>
               <l>Bring mine hert ſomedele into reſt,</l>
               <l>As if you liſt mercy on me to have,</l>
               <l>Thus your vntrouth will ever mercy crave.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus woll ye plain, tho ye nothing ſmert,</l>
               <l>Theſe innocent creatures for to beguile,</l>
               <l>And ſwere to hem, ſo wounded is your hert</l>
               <l>For her love, that ye may live no while.</l>
               <l>Scarſly ſo long as one might go a mile,</l>
               <l>So hieth death to bring you to an end,</l>
               <l>But if your ſoverain Lady liſt you to amend.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And if for routh ſhe comfort you in any wiſe</l>
               <l>For pity of your falſe othes ſere,</l>
               <l>So y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> innocent weneth y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it be as you deviſe,</l>
               <l>And weneth your heart be as ſhe may here,</l>
               <l>Thus for to comfort &amp; ſomwhat do you chere.</l>
               <l>Then woll theſe janglers deme of her full ill,</l>
               <l>And ſaine that ye have her fully at your will.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Lo how ready her tonges been, and preſt</l>
               <l>To ſpeake harme of women cauſeleſſe,</l>
               <l>Alas, why might ye not as well ſay the beſt,</l>
               <l>As for to deme hem thus guiltleſſe,</l>
               <l>In your hert iwis there is no gentilneſſe,</l>
               <l>That of your own gilt liſt thus women fame,</l>
               <l>Now by my trouth, me think ye be too blame.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>* For of women cometh this worldly wele,</l>
               <l>Wherfore we ouȝt to worſhip hem evermore,</l>
               <l>And though it miſhap one, we ought for to hele,</l>
               <l>For it is all through our falſe lore,</l>
               <l>That day and night we paine vs evermore</l>
               <l>With many an oth, theſe women to beguile</l>
               <l>With falſe tales, and many a wicked wile.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>* And if falſhede ſhould be reckened &amp; told</l>
               <l>In women, iwis full trouth were,</l>
               <l>Not as in men, by a thouſand fold,</l>
               <l>Fro all vices iwis they ſtand cleare,</l>
               <l>In any thing that I could of heare,</l>
               <l>But if enticing of theſe men it make,</l>
               <l>That hem to flatteren connen never ſlake.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>* I would fain wete where euer ye coud here,</l>
               <l>Without mens tiſing, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> women did amis,</l>
               <l>
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Forther ye may get hem, ye lie fro yere to yere</l>
               <l>And many a gabbing ye make to hem iwis,</l>
               <l>For I could neuer heare, ne knowen ere this,</l>
               <l>Where euer ye coud find-in any place,</l>
               <l>That euer women beſought you of grace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>There ye you pain, with all your ful might,</l>
               <l>With all your heart, and all your buſineſſe,</l>
               <l>To pleaſen hem both by day and night,</l>
               <l>Praying hem of her grace and gentilneſſe,</l>
               <l>To haue pitie upon your great diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>And y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they wold on your paine haue routh,</l>
               <l>And ſlea you not, ſens ye meane but trouth.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus may ye ſee that they ben faultleſſe,</l>
               <l>And innocent to all your werkes ſlie,</l>
               <l>And all your crafts that touch falſeneſſe,</l>
               <l>They know hem not, ne may hem not eſpie,</l>
               <l>So ſweare ye, that ye muſt needs die,</l>
               <l>But if they would of her womanhead</l>
               <l>Vpon you rew, ere that ye be dead.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And then your lady, and your herts queene</l>
               <l>Ye call hem, and therewith ye ſighe ſore,</l>
               <l>And ſay, my lady I trow that it be ſeene</l>
               <l>In what plite that I haue liued full yore,</l>
               <l>But now I hope that ye woll no more</l>
               <l>In theſe paines ſuffer me for to dwell,</l>
               <l>For all goodneſſe twis ye be the well.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Lo which a painted proceſſe can ye make,</l>
               <l>Theſe harmleſſe creatures for to beguile,</l>
               <l>And when they ſlepe, ye paine you to wake,</l>
               <l>And to bethinke you on many a wicked wile,</l>
               <l>But ye ſhall ſee the day that ye ſhal curſe the while</l>
               <l>That ye ſo buſily did your entent</l>
               <l>Hem to beguile, that falſhed neuer ment.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For this ye know wel, though I would lie,</l>
               <l>In women is all trouth and ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
               <l>For in good faith I neuer of hem ſie</l>
               <l>But much worſhip, bountie, and gentilneſſe,</l>
               <l>Right comming, faire, &amp; full of mekeneſſe,</l>
               <l>Good and glad, and lowly I you enſure,</l>
               <l>Is this goodly angellike creature.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And if it hap a man be in diſeaſe,</l>
               <l>She doeth her buſineſſe, and her full paine</l>
               <l>With al her might, him to comfort &amp; pleaſe</l>
               <l>If fro his diſeaſe ſhe might him reſtraine,</l>
               <l>In word ne deed ywis ſhe woll not faine,</l>
               <l>But with all her might ſhe doth her buſineſſe</l>
               <l>To bring him out of his heauineſſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Lo what gentilleſſe theſe women haue,</l>
               <l>If we could know it for our rudeneſſe,</l>
               <l>How buſie they be us to keepe and ſaue,</l>
               <l>Both in heale, and alſo in ſickneſſe,</l>
               <l>And alway right ſorrie for our diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>In euery manner, thus ſhew they routh,</l>
               <l>That in hem is all goodneſſe and trouth.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>And ſith we find in hem gentilneſſe &amp; trouth,</l>
               <l>Worſhip, bountie, and kindneſſe euermore,</l>
               <l>Let neuer this gentilleſſe through your ſlouth</l>
               <l>In her kind trouth be aught forlore</l>
               <l>That in women is, and hath ben full yore,</l>
               <l>* For in reuerence of the heauens queene,</l>
               <l>We ought to worſhip all women y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> beene.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>For of all creatures y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> euer wer get &amp; borne,</l>
               <l>This wote ye well a woman was y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> beſt,</l>
               <l>By her was recouered y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bliſſe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> we had lorne,</l>
               <l>And through y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> woman ſhall we come to reſt,</l>
               <l>And ben yſaued, if that our ſelfe leſt,</l>
               <l>Wherefore me thinketh, if y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> we had grace,</l>
               <l>We oughten honour women in every place.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Therefore I rede, that to our liues end,</l>
               <l>Fro this time forth, while y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> we haue ſpace,</l>
               <l>That we haue treſpaced, purſue to amend,</l>
               <l>Praying our Ladie well of all grace</l>
               <l>To bring us unto that blisful place,</l>
               <l>There as ſhe &amp; good women ſhal be in fere</l>
               <l>In heauen aboue, among the angels clere.</l>
            </lg>
            <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="House of Fame" type="work">
            <head>The Houſe of Fame.</head>
            <div n="1" type="book">
               <head>In this Book is ſhewed how the Deeds of all Men and Women, be they good or bad,
and carried by Report to Poſterity.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>GOd tourne us euery dream to good,</l>
                  <l>For it is wonder thing by the Rood</l>
                  <l>To my wit, what cauſeth ſweuens</l>
                  <l>On the morrow, or on euens,</l>
                  <l>And why the effect followeth of ſome,</l>
                  <l>And of ſome it ſhal neuer come,</l>
                  <l>Why that it is an auiſion,</l>
                  <l>And why this is a reuelation,</l>
                  <l>Why this a dreame, why that a ſweuen,</l>
                  <l>And not to euery man liche euen,</l>
                  <l>Why this a fantome, why that Oracles,</l>
                  <l>I not: but who ſo of theſe miracles</l>
                  <l>The cauſes know bet than I,</l>
                  <l>Define he, for I certainely</l>
                  <l>Ne ran hem not, ne neuer thinke</l>
                  <l>To buſie my wit for to ſwinke</l>
                  <l>To know of her ſignifications</l>
                  <l>The gendres, ne diſtinctions</l>
                  <l>Of the times of hem, ne the cauſes,</l>
                  <l>Or why this is more than that is,</l>
                  <l>Or yeue folkes complexions,</l>
                  <l>Make hem dreame of reflections,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe thus, as other ſaine,</l>
                  <l>For the great feebleneſſe of her brain,</l>
                  <l>By abſtinence, or by ſickneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Priſon, ſtrife, or great diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Or els by diſordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>Or natural accuſtomaunce,</l>
                  <l>That ſome men be too curious</l>
                  <l>In ſtudie, or Melancolius,</l>
                  <l>Or thus, ſo inly ful of drede,</l>
                  <l>That no man may him bote rede,</l>
                  <l>
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Or els that deuotion</l>
                  <l>Of ſome, and contemplation.</l>
                  <l>Cauſen ſuch dreames oft,</l>
                  <l>Or that the cruell life vnſoft</l>
                  <l>Of hem that loues leden,</l>
                  <l>Oft hopen much or dreden,</l>
                  <l>That purely her impreſſions</l>
                  <l>Cauſen hem to haue viſions,</l>
                  <l>Or if ſpirits han the might</l>
                  <l>To make folke to dreame on night,</l>
                  <l>Or if the ſoule of proper kind,</l>
                  <l>Be ſo perfite as men find,</l>
                  <l>That it wote what is to come,</l>
                  <l>And that he warneth all and ſome</l>
                  <l>Of eueriche of her auentures,</l>
                  <l>By auiſions, or by figures,</l>
                  <l>But that our fleſh hath no might</l>
                  <l>To vnderſtand it aright,</l>
                  <l>For it is warned too derkely,</l>
                  <l>But why the cauſe is, not wote I,</l>
                  <l>Well worth of this thing clerkes,</l>
                  <l>That treaten of that, and of other werkes,</l>
                  <l>For I of none opinion</l>
                  <l>Nill as now make mention,</l>
                  <l>But only that the holy Rood</l>
                  <l>Tourne vs euery dreame to good,</l>
                  <l>For neuer ſith I was borne,</l>
                  <l>Ne no man els me beforne,</l>
                  <l>Mette I trow ſtedfaſtly</l>
                  <l>So wonderfull a dreame as I.</l>
                  <l>The tenth day now of December,</l>
                  <l>The which, as I can remember,</l>
                  <l>I woll you tellen euerydele,</l>
                  <l>But at my beginning truſteth wele,</l>
                  <l>I woll make inuocation,</l>
                  <l>With a deuout ſpeciall deuotion</l>
                  <l>Vnto the god of ſleepe anone,</l>
                  <l>That dwelleth in a caue of ſtone,</l>
                  <l>Vpon a ſtreame that commeth fro Lete,</l>
                  <l>That is a flood of hell vnſwete,</l>
                  <l>Beſide a Fulke, that men clepe Cimerie,</l>
                  <l>There ſleepeth aye this God vnmerie,</l>
                  <l>With his ſlepie thouſand ſonnis,</l>
                  <l>That alway to ſleepe her wonne is,</l>
                  <l>And to this God that I of rede,</l>
                  <l>Pray I, that he woll me ſpede,</l>
                  <l>My ſweuen for to tell aright,</l>
                  <l>If euery dreame ſtand in his might,</l>
                  <l>And he that mouer is of all</l>
                  <l>That is and was, and euer ſhall,</l>
                  <l>So giue hem joy that it here,</l>
                  <l>Or all that they dreame to yere,</l>
                  <l>And for to ſtand all in grace</l>
                  <l>That hem were leueſt for to ſtond,</l>
                  <l>And ſhield hem from pouertie and ſhond,</l>
                  <l>And from euery vnhappe and diſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſend hem that may hem pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>That taketh well and ſcorneth nought,</l>
                  <l>Ne it misdeme in her thought,</l>
                  <l>Through malicious entention,</l>
                  <l>And who ſo through preſumption,</l>
                  <l>Or hate, or ſcorne, or through enuie,</l>
                  <l>Diſpite, or yape, or fellonie,</l>
                  <l>Misdeme it, pray I Ieſus good,</l>
                  <l>Dreame he barefoot, or dreame he ſhood,</l>
                  <l>That euery harme that any man</l>
                  <l>Hath had ſith the world began,</l>
                  <l>Befall him thereof, or he ſterue,</l>
                  <l>And graunt that he may it deſerue.</l>
                  <l>Lo, with right ſuch a concluſion,</l>
                  <l>As had of his auiſion</l>
                  <l>Creſus, that was king of Lide,</l>
                  <l>That high vpon a gibbet dide,</l>
                  <l>This praier ſhall he haue of me,</l>
                  <l>I am not bette in charite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>NOw herken, as I haue you ſayd,</l>
                  <l>What that I mette or I abrayd,</l>
                  <l>Of December the tenth day,</l>
                  <l>When it was night, to ſlepe I lay,</l>
                  <l>Right as I was wont to done,</l>
                  <l>And fell aſleepe wonder ſone,</l>
                  <l>As he that was weary forgo,</l>
                  <l>On pilgrimage miles two</l>
                  <l>To the corpes of ſaint Leonard,</l>
                  <l>To maken lithe, that erſt was hard.</l>
                  <l>But as I ſlept, me mette I was</l>
                  <l>Within a temple ymade of glas,</l>
                  <l>In which there were mo Images</l>
                  <l>Of gold, ſtanding in ſundry ſtages,</l>
                  <l>In mo rich Tabernacles,</l>
                  <l>And with perre mo pinacles,</l>
                  <l>And mo curious portraitures,</l>
                  <l>And queint manner of figures</l>
                  <l>Of gold worke, then I ſaw euer.</l>
                  <l>But certainly I niſt neuer</l>
                  <l>Where that it was, but well wiſt I,</l>
                  <l>It was of Venus redely</l>
                  <l>This temple, for in portreiture,</l>
                  <l>I ſaw a non right her figure</l>
                  <l>Naked fleeting in a ſee,</l>
                  <l>And alſo on her head parde,</l>
                  <l>Her roſe garland white and red,</l>
                  <l>And her combe to kembe her hed,</l>
                  <l>Her doues, and Dan Cupido,</l>
                  <l>Her blind ſonne, and Vulcano,</l>
                  <l>That in his face was full browne.</l>
                  <l>But as I romed vp and downe,</l>
                  <l>I found that on the wall there was</l>
                  <l>Thus written on a table of bras.</l>
                  <l>I woll now ſing if that I can,</l>
                  <l>The armes, and alſo the man,</l>
                  <l>That firſt came through his deſtinie</l>
                  <l>Fugitife fro Troy the countrie,</l>
                  <l>Into Itaile, with full much pine,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the ſtronds of Lauine,</l>
                  <l>And tho began the ſtory anone,</l>
                  <l>As I ſhall tellen you echone.</l>
                  <l>Firſt ſaw I the deſtruction</l>
                  <l>Of Troy, through the Greeke Sinon,</l>
                  <l>With his falſe vntrue forſwearings,</l>
                  <l>And with his chere and his leſings</l>
                  <l>Made a horſe, brought into Troy,</l>
                  <l>By which Troyans loſt all her joy.</l>
                  <l>And after this was graued, alas,</l>
                  <l>How Ilions caſtle aſſailed was</l>
                  <l>And won, and king Priamus ſlaine,</l>
                  <l>And Polites his ſonne certaine,</l>
                  <l>Diſpitouſly of Dan Pirrus.</l>
                  <l>And next that ſaw I how Venus</l>
                  <l>When that ſhe ſaw the caſtle brend,</l>
                  <l>Downe from heauen ſhe gan diſcend,</l>
                  <l>
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And bad her ſonne Eneas to flee,</l>
                  <l>And how he fled, and how that he</l>
                  <l>Eſcaped was from all the prees,</l>
                  <l>And tooke his father, old Anchiſes,</l>
                  <l>And bare him on his backe away,</l>
                  <l>Crying alas and welaway,</l>
                  <l>The which Anchiſes in his hand</l>
                  <l>Bare tho the gods of the land,</l>
                  <l>Thilke that vnbrenned were.</l>
                  <l>Then ſaw I next all in fere,</l>
                  <l>How Cruſa, Dan Eneas wife,</l>
                  <l>Whom that he loued all his life,</l>
                  <l>And her yong ſonne Iulo,</l>
                  <l>And eke Aſcanius alſo,</l>
                  <l>Fledden eke with drerie chere,</l>
                  <l>That it was pitie for to here,</l>
                  <l>And in a Forreſt as they went,</l>
                  <l>At a tourning of a went,</l>
                  <l>How Cruſa was yloſt, alas,</l>
                  <l>That rede not I, how that it was,</l>
                  <l>How he her ſought, and how her ghoſt</l>
                  <l>Bad him flie the Greekes hoſt,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid he muſt into Itaile,</l>
                  <l>As was his deſtinie, ſauns faile,</l>
                  <l>That it was pitie for to heare,</l>
                  <l>When her ſpirit gan appeare</l>
                  <l>The words that ſhe to him ſaied,</l>
                  <l>And for to keepe her ſonne him praied.</l>
                  <l>There ſaw I grauen eke how he,</l>
                  <l>His father eke, and his meine,</l>
                  <l>With his ſhips gan to ſaile</l>
                  <l>Toward the countrey of Itaile,</l>
                  <l>As ſtreight as they mighten go.</l>
                  <l>There ſaw I eke the cruell Iuno,</l>
                  <l>That art Dan Iupiters wife,</l>
                  <l>That haſt yhated all thy life</l>
                  <l>All the Troyan blood,</l>
                  <l>Ren and cry as thou were wood</l>
                  <l>On Eolus, the god of Winds,</l>
                  <l>To blowen out of all kinds</l>
                  <l>So loud, that he ſhould drench</l>
                  <l>Lord, Lady, groome, and wench</l>
                  <l>Of all the Troyans nation,</l>
                  <l>Without any of her ſaluation.</l>
                  <l>There ſaw I ſuch tempeſt ariſe,</l>
                  <l>That euery hert might agriſe,</l>
                  <l>To ſee it painted on the wall.</l>
                  <l>There ſaw I eke grauen withall</l>
                  <l>Venus, how ye my Lady dere,</l>
                  <l>Weeping with full wofull chere,</l>
                  <l>Praying Iupiter on hie</l>
                  <l>To ſaue and keepe that nauie</l>
                  <l>Of that Troyan Eneas,</l>
                  <l>Sith that he her ſonne was.</l>
                  <l>There ſaw I Ioues Venus kiſſe,</l>
                  <l>And graunted was of the tempeſt liſſe.</l>
                  <l>There ſaw I how the tempeſt ſtent,</l>
                  <l>And how with all pipe he went,</l>
                  <l>And p<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>iuely tooke a riuage</l>
                  <l>Into the countrey of Carthage,</l>
                  <l>And on the morrow how that he,</l>
                  <l>And a Knight that height Achate,</l>
                  <l>Metten with Venus that day,</l>
                  <l>Going in a queint array,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe had be an hunter eſſe,</l>
                  <l>With wind blowing vpon her treſſe,</l>
                  <l>And how Eneas began to plaine,</l>
                  <l>When he knew her, of his paine,</l>
                  <l>And how his Ships dreint were,</l>
                  <l>Or els yloſt, he niſt where,</l>
                  <l>How ſhe gan him comfort tho,</l>
                  <l>And bad him to Cartage go,</l>
                  <l>And there he ſhould his folke find,</l>
                  <l>That in the ſea were left behind,</l>
                  <l>And ſhortly of this thing to pace,</l>
                  <l>She made Eneas ſo in grace</l>
                  <l>Of Dido, Queene of that countre,</l>
                  <l>That ſhortly for to tellen, ſhe</l>
                  <l>Became his loue, and let him do</l>
                  <l>All that wedding longeth to,</l>
                  <l>What ſhould I ſpeake it more quaint,</l>
                  <l>Or paine me my words to paint,</l>
                  <l>To ſpeake of loue, it woll not be,</l>
                  <l>I cannot of that faculte,</l>
                  <l>And eke to tellen of the manere</l>
                  <l>How they firſt acquainted were,</l>
                  <l>It were a long proceſſe to tell,</l>
                  <l>And ouer long for you to dwell.</l>
                  <l>There ſaw I graue, how Eneas</l>
                  <l>Told to Dido euery caas,</l>
                  <l>That him was tidde vpon the ſee.</l>
                  <l>And eſt grauen was how that ſhe</l>
                  <l>Made of him ſhortly at a word,</l>
                  <l>Her life, her loue, her luſt, her lord,</l>
                  <l>And did to him all reuerence,</l>
                  <l>And laid on him all the diſpence,</l>
                  <l>That any woman might do,</l>
                  <l>Wening it had all be ſo,</l>
                  <l>As he her ſwore, and hereby demed</l>
                  <l>That he was good, for he ſuch ſeemed.</l>
                  <l>* Alas, what harme doth apparence,</l>
                  <l>When it is falſe in exiſtence,</l>
                  <l>For he to her a traitour was,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore ſhe ſlow her ſelfe alas.</l>
                  <l>* Lo, how a woman doth amis,</l>
                  <l>To loue him that vnknowen is,</l>
                  <l>For by Chriſt lo thus it fareth,</l>
                  <l>* It is not all gold that glareth,</l>
                  <l>For alſo brouke I well mine head,</l>
                  <l>There may be vnder goodlihead</l>
                  <l>Couered many a ſhreud vice,</l>
                  <l>Therefore be no wight ſo nice,</l>
                  <l>To take a loue onely for chere,</l>
                  <l>Or ſpeech, or for friendly manere,</l>
                  <l>For this ſhall euery woman find,</l>
                  <l>That ſome man of his pure kind</l>
                  <l>Woll ſhewen outward the faireſt,</l>
                  <l>Till he haue caught that what him leſt,</l>
                  <l>And then woll he cauſes find,</l>
                  <l>And ſwere how ſhe is vnkind,</l>
                  <l>Or falſe, or priuie, or double was,</l>
                  <l>All this ſay I by Eneas</l>
                  <l>And Dido, and her nice leſt,</l>
                  <l>That loued all to ſoone a gueſt,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I woll ſay o prouerbe,</l>
                  <l>* That he that fully knoweth the herbe,</l>
                  <l>May ſafely lay it to his eie,</l>
                  <l>Withouten drede this is no lie.</l>
                  <l>But let vs ſpeake of Eneas,</l>
                  <l>How he betraied her, alas,</l>
                  <l>And left her full vnkindly.</l>
                  <l>So when ſhe ſaw all vtterly,</l>
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That he would her of trouth faile,</l>
                  <l>And wenden from her into Itaile,</l>
                  <l>She gan to wring her handes two.</l>
                  <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) that me is wo,</l>
                  <l>Alas, is euery man thus true,</l>
                  <l>That euery yere woll haue a new,</l>
                  <l>If it ſo long time endure,</l>
                  <l>Or els three parauenture,</l>
                  <l>And thus of one he woll haue fame</l>
                  <l>In magnifying of his owne name,</l>
                  <l>Another for friendſhip ſayeth he,</l>
                  <l>And yet there ſhall the third be,</l>
                  <l>That is taken for delite,</l>
                  <l>Lo, or els for ſingular profite,</l>
                  <l>In ſuch words gan complaine</l>
                  <l>Dido of her great paine,</l>
                  <l>As me mette dreaming readily,</l>
                  <l>None other authour alledge woll I.</l>
                  <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) my ſweet hart,</l>
                  <l>Haue pitie on my ſorrowes ſmart,</l>
                  <l>And ſlea me not, go not away.</l>
                  <l>O wofull Dido, welaway</l>
                  <l>(Qd. ſhe) vnto her ſelfe tho.</l>
                  <l>O Eneas what woll ye do,</l>
                  <l>O that your loue ne your bond,</l>
                  <l>That ye ſwore with your right hond,</l>
                  <l>Ne my cruell death (qd. ſhe)</l>
                  <l>May hold you ſtill here with me.</l>
                  <l>O, haue ye of my death no pite,</l>
                  <l>Iwis mine owne deare hert ye</l>
                  <l>Know full well that neuer yet,</l>
                  <l>As farre as euer I had wit,</l>
                  <l>Agilt you in thought ne in dede.</l>
                  <l>O, haue ye men ſuch goodlihede</l>
                  <l>In ſpeech, and neuer a dele of trouth,</l>
                  <l>Alas that euer had routh</l>
                  <l>Any woman on a falſe man.</l>
                  <l>Now I ſee well, and tell can,</l>
                  <l>We wretched women can no art,</l>
                  <l>For certaine, for the more part,</l>
                  <l>Thus we been ſerued euerichone,</l>
                  <l>How ſore that ye men can grone,</l>
                  <l>Anon as we have you receiued,</l>
                  <l>Certainly we been deceiued,</l>
                  <l>For though your loue leſt a ſeaſon,</l>
                  <l>Wait vpon the concluſion,</l>
                  <l>And eke how ye determine,</l>
                  <l>And for the more part define,</l>
                  <l>O welaway that I was borne,</l>
                  <l>For through you my name is lorne,</l>
                  <l>And mine acts redde and ſong</l>
                  <l>Ouer all this land in euery tong.</l>
                  <l>O wicked fame, for there nis</l>
                  <l>Nothing ſo ſwift lo as ſhe is,</l>
                  <l>O ſooth is euery thing is wiſt,</l>
                  <l>Though it be couerde with the miſt,</l>
                  <l>Eke though I might duren euer,</l>
                  <l>That I haue done recouer I neuer,</l>
                  <l>That it ne ſhall be ſaid, alas,</l>
                  <l>I ſhamed was through Eneas,</l>
                  <l>And that I ſhall thus judged be.</l>
                  <l>Lo right as ſhe hath done, now ſhe</l>
                  <l>Woll done eſtſoones hardely,</l>
                  <l>Thus ſay the people priuely,</l>
                  <l>But that is done nis not to done,</l>
                  <l>But all her complaint ne her mone</l>
                  <l>Certaine auailed her not a ſtre,</l>
                  <l>And when ſhe wiſt ſoothly he</l>
                  <l>Was forth into his ſhip agone,</l>
                  <l>She into chamber went anone,</l>
                  <l>And called on her ſuſter Anne,</l>
                  <l>And gan her to complaine than,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, that ſhe cauſe was,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe firſt loued him alas,</l>
                  <l>And firſt counſailed her thereto,</l>
                  <l>But what, when this was ſaid and do,</l>
                  <l>She roft her ſeluen to the hart,</l>
                  <l>And deide through the wounds ſmart,</l>
                  <l>But all the manner how ſhe deide,</l>
                  <l>And all the words how ſhe ſeide,</l>
                  <l>Who ſo to know it hath purpoſe,</l>
                  <l>Rede Virgile in Eneidos,</l>
                  <l>Or the Piſtels of Ouide,</l>
                  <l>What that ſhe wrote or that ſhe dide,</l>
                  <l>And nere it too long to endite,</l>
                  <l>By God I would it here write,</l>
                  <l>But welaway, the harme and routh</l>
                  <l>That hath betide for ſuch vntrouth,</l>
                  <l>As men may oft in bookes rede,</l>
                  <l>And all day ſeene it yet in dede,</l>
                  <l>That for to thinken it tene is.</l>
                  <l>Lo Demophon, Duke of Athenis,</l>
                  <l>How he forſwore him falſely,</l>
                  <l>And traied Phillis wickedly,</l>
                  <l>That kings doughter was of Thrace,</l>
                  <l>And falſely gan his tearme pace,</l>
                  <l>And when ſhe wiſt that he was falſe,</l>
                  <l>She hong her ſelfe right by the halfe,</l>
                  <l>For he had done her ſuch vntrouth,</l>
                  <l>Lo, was not this a wo and routh.</l>
                  <l>Eke looke how falſe and recheles</l>
                  <l>Was to Briſeida Achilles,</l>
                  <l>And Paris to Oenone,</l>
                  <l>And Iaſon to Hipſiphile,</l>
                  <l>And eft Iaſon to Medea,</l>
                  <l>And Hercules to Dianira,</l>
                  <l>For he left her for Iolee,</l>
                  <l>That made him take his death parde.</l>
                  <l>How falſe was eke Theſeus,</l>
                  <l>That as the ſtorie telleth vs,</l>
                  <l>How he betraied Adriane,</l>
                  <l>The deuill be his ſoules bane,</l>
                  <l>For had he laughed or yloured,</l>
                  <l>He muſt haue been all deuoured,</l>
                  <l>If Adriane ne had be,</l>
                  <l>And for ſhe had of him pite,</l>
                  <l>She made him fro the death eſcape,</l>
                  <l>And he made her a full falſe jape,</l>
                  <l>For after this within a while,</l>
                  <l>He left her ſleeping in an Iſle,</l>
                  <l>Deſart alone right in the ſee,</l>
                  <l>And ſtale away, and let her bee,</l>
                  <l>And tooke her ſuſter Phedra tho</l>
                  <l>With him, and gan to ſhip go,</l>
                  <l>And yet he had ſworne to here,</l>
                  <l>On all that euer he could ſwere,</l>
                  <l>That ſo ſhe ſaued him his life,</l>
                  <l>He would taken her to his wife,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe deſired nothing els,</l>
                  <l>In certain, as the booke vs tels.</l>
                  <l>But for to excuſe this Eneas</l>
                  <l>Fulliche of all his great treſpas,</l>
                  <l>
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The booke ſaith ſauns faile,</l>
                  <l>The gods bad him go to Itaile,</l>
                  <l>And leauen Affrickes regioun,</l>
                  <l>And faire Dido and her toun,</l>
                  <l>Tho ſaw I graue how to Itaile</l>
                  <l>Dan Eneas gan for to ſaile,</l>
                  <l>And how the tempeſt all began,</l>
                  <l>And how he loſt his ſtereſman,</l>
                  <l>Which that the ſterne, or he tooke keepe,</l>
                  <l>Smote ouer the bord as he ſleepe.</l>
                  <l>And alſo ſaugh I how Sibile</l>
                  <l>And Eneas beſide an Iſle,</l>
                  <l>To hell went for to ſee</l>
                  <l>His father Anchiſes the free,</l>
                  <l>And how he there found Palimurus,</l>
                  <l>And alſo Dido, and Deiphebus,</l>
                  <l>And eueriche tourment eke in hell</l>
                  <l>Saw he, which long is for to tell,</l>
                  <l>Which paines who ſo liſt to know,</l>
                  <l>He muſt rede many a row</l>
                  <l>In Vergile or in Claudian,</l>
                  <l>Or Daunt, that it tellen can.</l>
                  <l>Tho ſaw I eke all the ariuaile</l>
                  <l>That Eneas had made in Itaile,</l>
                  <l>And with king Latin his treate,</l>
                  <l>And all the battailes that he</l>
                  <l>Was at himſelfe, and his knights,</l>
                  <l>Or he had all iwonne his rights,</l>
                  <l>And how he Turnus reft his life,</l>
                  <l>And wan Lauina to his wife,</l>
                  <l>And all the maruellous ſignals</l>
                  <l>Of the gods celeſtials,</l>
                  <l>How maugre Iuno, Eneas</l>
                  <l>For all her ſleight and her compas</l>
                  <l>Acheued all his auenture,</l>
                  <l>For Iupiter tooke on him cure,</l>
                  <l>At the prayer of Venus,</l>
                  <l>Which I pray alway ſaue vs,</l>
                  <l>And vs aye of our ſorrowes light.</l>
                  <l>When I had ſeene all this ſight</l>
                  <l>In this noble temple thus,</l>
                  <l>Hey Lord, thought I, that madeſt vs,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſaw I neuer ſuch nobleſſe</l>
                  <l>Of Images, nor ſuch richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>As I ſee grauen in this church,</l>
                  <l>But nought wote I who did hem worch,</l>
                  <l>Ne where I am, ne in what countree,</l>
                  <l>But now will I out gone and ſee</l>
                  <l>Right at the wicket if I can</l>
                  <l>Seene ought where ſtering any man,</l>
                  <l>That may me tellen where I am.</l>
                  <l>When I out of the dore came,</l>
                  <l>I faſt about me beheld,</l>
                  <l>Then ſaw I but a large field,</l>
                  <l>As farre as euer I might ſee,</l>
                  <l>Without toune, houſe, or tree,</l>
                  <l>Or buſh, or graſſe, or eared land,</l>
                  <l>For all the field was but of ſand,</l>
                  <l>As ſmall as men may ſee at eye</l>
                  <l>In the deſart of Lybye,</l>
                  <l>Ne no manner creature,</l>
                  <l>That is yformed by nature,</l>
                  <l>Ne ſaw I, me to rede or wiſſe:</l>
                  <l>O Chriſt, thought I, that are in bliſſe,</l>
                  <l>From fanton and illuſion</l>
                  <l>Me ſaue, and with deuotion</l>
                  <l>Mine eyen to the heauen I caſt,</l>
                  <l>Tho was I ware lo at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>That faſt by the ſunne on hye,</l>
                  <l>As kenne might I with mine eye,</l>
                  <l>Me thought I ſaw an Egle ſore,</l>
                  <l>But that it ſeemed much more,</l>
                  <l>Than I had any Egle yſeine,</l>
                  <l>This is as ſooth as death certaine,</l>
                  <l>It was of gold, and ſhone ſo bright,</l>
                  <l>That neuer ſaw men ſuch a ſight,</l>
                  <l>But if the heauen had ywonne</l>
                  <l>All new of God another ſonne,</l>
                  <l>So ſhone the Egles fethers bright,</l>
                  <l>And ſomewhat downward gan it light.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit liber primus.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="2" type="book">
               <l>NOw hearken euery manner man,</l>
               <l>That Engliſh vnderſtand can,</l>
               <l>And liſteth of my dreame to here,</l>
               <l>For nowe at erſt ſhall ye lere</l>
               <l>So ſely and ſo dredefull a viſion,</l>
               <l>That I ſay neither Scipion,</l>
               <l>Ne king Nabugodonoſore,</l>
               <l>Pharao, Turnus, ne Alcanore,</l>
               <l>Ne metten ſuch a dreame as this,</l>
               <l>Now faire bliſfull, O Cipris,</l>
               <l>So be my fauour at this time,</l>
               <l>That ye me tendite and rime</l>
               <l>Helpeth, that in Pernaſo dwell,</l>
               <l>Beſide Elicon the clere well.</l>
               <l>O thought, that wrote all that I met,</l>
               <l>And in the treſorie it ſet</l>
               <l>Of my braine, now ſhall men ſee</l>
               <l>If any vertue in thee bee,</l>
               <l>To tell all my dreame aright,</l>
               <l>Now kithe thy engine and thy might.</l>
               <l>This Egle of which I haue you told,</l>
               <l>That with feathers ſhone all of gold,</l>
               <l>Which that ſo high gan to ſore,</l>
               <l>I gan behold more and more,</l>
               <l>To ſeene her beauty and the wonder,</l>
               <l>But neuer was that dent of thunder,</l>
               <l>Ne that thing that men call ſendre,</l>
               <l>That ſmite ſometime a toure to poudre,</l>
               <l>And in his ſwift comming brend,</l>
               <l>That ſo ſwithe gan downward diſcend,</l>
               <l>As this foule when it beheld,</l>
               <l>That I a roume was in the field,</l>
               <l>And with his grim pawes ſtrong,</l>
               <l>Within his ſharpe nailes long,</l>
               <l>Me fleyng at a ſwappe he hent,</l>
               <l>And with his ſours againe vp went,</l>
               <l>Me carying in his clawes ſtarke,</l>
               <l>As lightly as I had ben a larke,</l>
               <l>How high, I cannot tellen you,</l>
               <l>For I came vp, I niſt neuer how,</l>
               <l>For ſo aſtonied and aſweued</l>
               <l>Was euery vertue in me heued,</l>
               <l>What with his ſours and my dread,</l>
               <l>That all my feeling gan to dead,</l>
               <l>For why, it was a great affray.</l>
               <l>Thus I long in his clawes lay,</l>
               <l>Till at laſt he to me ſpake</l>
               <l>In mans voice, and ſaid awake,</l>
               <l>And be not agaſt ſo for ſhame,</l>
               <l>And called me tho by my name,</l>
               <l>
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And for I ſhould better abraid,</l>
               <l>Me to awake, thus he ſaid,</l>
               <l>Right in the ſame voice and ſteuin,</l>
               <l>That uſeth one that I can neuin,</l>
               <l>And with that voice, ſooth to ſaine,</l>
               <l>My mind came to me again,</l>
               <l>For it was goodly ſaid to me,</l>
               <l>So nas it neuer wont to be,</l>
               <l>And herewithal I gan to ſtere,</l>
               <l>As he me in his feet bere,</l>
               <l>Till that he felt that I had heat,</l>
               <l>And felt eke tho mine hart beat,</l>
               <l>And tho gan he me to diſport,</l>
               <l>And with gentle wordes me comfort,</l>
               <l>And ſaid twice, ſaint Mary,</l>
               <l>Thou art a noyous thing to cary,</l>
               <l>And nothing needeth it parde,</l>
               <l>For alſo wiſe God helpe me,</l>
               <l>As thou no harme ſhalt haue of this,</l>
               <l>And this caſe that betiddeth thee is,</l>
               <l>Is for thy lore and for thy prow,</l>
               <l>Let ſee, darſt thou looke yet now,</l>
               <l>Be full enſured boldely,</l>
               <l>I am thy friend, and therewith I</l>
               <l>Gan for to wonder in my mind.</l>
               <l>O God, qd. I, that madeſt all kind,</l>
               <l>Shall I none otherwiſe die,</l>
               <l>Whether Ioue will me ſtellifie,</l>
               <l>Or what thing may this ſignifie,</l>
               <l>I am neither Enocke, ne Helie,</l>
               <l>Ne Romulus, ne Ganimede,</l>
               <l>That were bore up as men rede,</l>
               <l>To heauen with dan Iupiter,</l>
               <l>And made the gods buteler,</l>
               <l>Lo, this was tho my fantaſie,</l>
               <l>But he that bare gan aſpie,</l>
               <l>That I ſo thought and ſaid this,</l>
               <l>Thou deemeſt of thy ſelfe amis,</l>
               <l>For Ioue is not thereabout,</l>
               <l>I dare thee put full out of doubt</l>
               <l>To make of thee yet a ſterre,</l>
               <l>But ere I beare thee much ferre,</l>
               <l>I will the tell what I am,</l>
               <l>Aud whider thou ſhalt, and why I came,</l>
               <l>To do this, ſo that thou take</l>
               <l>Good herte, and not for feare quake.</l>
               <l>Gladly, qd. I, now well, qd. he:</l>
               <l>Firſt, I that in my feet haue the,</l>
               <l>Of whom thou haſt feare and wonder,</l>
               <l>I am dwelling with the god of thonder,</l>
               <l>Which men callen Iupiter,</l>
               <l>That doth me flien full oft fer</l>
               <l>To do all his commaundement,</l>
               <l>And for this cauſe he hath me ſent</l>
               <l>To thee: Herke now by thy trouth,</l>
               <l>Certaine he hath of thee routh,</l>
               <l>That thou haſt ſo truely</l>
               <l>Long ſerued ententifely</l>
               <l>His blind new Cupido,</l>
               <l>And faire Venus alſo,</l>
               <l>Without guerdon euer yet,</l>
               <l>And natheleſſe haſt ſet thy wit,</l>
               <l>Although in thy head full little is,</l>
               <l>To make bookes, ſongs, and dities</l>
               <l>In rime, or els in Cadence,</l>
               <l>As thou beſt canſt in reuerence</l>
               <l>Of loue, and of his ſeruaunts eke,</l>
               <l>That haue his ſeruice ſought aad ſeke,</l>
               <l>And paineſt thee to praiſe his art,</l>
               <l>Although thou haddeſt neuer part,</l>
               <l>Wherefore alſo God me bleſſe,</l>
               <l>Iouis halt it great humbleſſe,</l>
               <l>And vertue eke, that thou wilt make</l>
               <l>A might full oft thine head to ake,</l>
               <l>In thy ſtudy ſo thou writeſt,</l>
               <l>And evermore of loue enditeſt,</l>
               <l>In honour of him and praiſings,</l>
               <l>And in his folkes furtherings,</l>
               <l>And in her matter all deuiſeſt,</l>
               <l>And not him ne his folke diſpiſeſt,</l>
               <l>Although thou maiſt go in the daunce</l>
               <l>Of hem, that him liſt not auaunce,</l>
               <l>Wherefore as I ſaid ywis,</l>
               <l>Iupiter conſidreth well this,</l>
               <l>And alſo beauſire, of other things,</l>
               <l>That is, thou haſte no tidings</l>
               <l>Of loues folke, if they be glade,</l>
               <l>Ne of nothing els that God made,</l>
               <l>And not onely fro ferre countree,</l>
               <l>That no tidings commen to thee,</l>
               <l>Not of thy very neighbours,</l>
               <l>That dwellen almoſt at thy dores,</l>
               <l>Thou heareſt neither that ne this,</l>
               <l>For when thy labour all done is,</l>
               <l>And haſt made all thy reckenings</l>
               <l>In ſtead of reſt and of new things,</l>
               <l>Thou goeſt home to thine houſe anone,</l>
               <l>And alſo dombe as a ſtone,</l>
               <l>Thou ſitteſt at another booke,</l>
               <l>Till fully daſed is thy looke,</l>
               <l>And liueſt thus as an Hermite,</l>
               <l>Although thine abſtinence is lite,</l>
               <l>And therfore Iouis through his grace</l>
               <l>Will that I beare thee to a place,</l>
               <l>Which that hight the houſe of Fame,</l>
               <l>And to do the ſport and game</l>
               <l>In ſome recompenſation</l>
               <l>Of thy labour and deuotion</l>
               <l>That thou haſt had, lo cauſeleſſe,</l>
               <l>To god Cupido the recheleſſe,</l>
               <l>And thus this God through his merite</l>
               <l>Will with ſome manner thing thee quite,</l>
               <l>So that thou wilt be of good chere,</l>
               <l>For truſt well that thou ſhalt here,</l>
               <l>When we ben commen there as I ſay,</l>
               <l>Mo wonder things dare I lay,</l>
               <l>And of loues folke mo tidings,</l>
               <l>Both ſoothſawes and leſings,</l>
               <l>And mo loues new begon,</l>
               <l>And long ſerued till loue is won,</l>
               <l>And mo louers caſuelly,</l>
               <l>That ben betide, no man wote why,</l>
               <l>But as a blind man ſtarteth an Hare,</l>
               <l>And more jolite and welfare,</l>
               <l>While they find loue of ſtele,</l>
               <l>As thinke men, and ouer all wele,</l>
               <l>Mo diſcords, and mo iealouſies,</l>
               <l>Mo murmures, and mo nouelries,</l>
               <l>And alſo mo diſſimulations,</l>
               <l>And eke fained reparations,</l>
               <l>And mo berdes in two hours</l>
               <l>Without raſour or ſiſours</l>
               <l>
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Ymade, than graines be of ſands,</l>
               <l>And eke mo holding in mo hands,</l>
               <l>And alſo mo renouelaunces</l>
               <l>Of old forſeten aqueintaunces,</l>
               <l>Mo loue daies, and mo accords</l>
               <l>Than on inſtruments ben cords,</l>
               <l>And eke of loue mo exchaunges,</l>
               <l>Than euer corne were in graunges,</l>
               <l>Vnneth maieſt thou trowen this,</l>
               <l>Qd. he, no ſo helpe me God as wis</l>
               <l>Qd. I, Now why, qd. he, for it</l>
               <l>Were impoſſible to my wit,</l>
               <l>Though Fame had all the pries</l>
               <l>In all a realme and all aſpies,</l>
               <l>How that yet he ſhould heare all this,</l>
               <l>Or they eſpien: O yes, yes,</l>
               <l>Qd. he, to me, that can I preue</l>
               <l>By reaſon, worthy for to leue,</l>
               <l>So that thou giue thine aduertence</l>
               <l>To underſtand my ſentence.</l>
               <l>Firſt ſhalt thou here where ſhe dwelleth,</l>
               <l>Right ſo as thine owne booke telleth,</l>
               <l>Her palais ſtandeth as I ſhall ſay</l>
               <l>Right euen amiddes of the way</l>
               <l>Betweene heauen, earth, and ſee,</l>
               <l>That whatſoeuer in all theſe three</l>
               <l>Is ſpoken in priue or apert,</l>
               <l>The way thereto is ſo ouert,</l>
               <l>And ſtant eke in ſo juſt a place,</l>
               <l>That euery ſowne mote to it pace,</l>
               <l>Or what ſo commeth from any tong,</l>
               <l>Be rowned, red, or ſong,</l>
               <l>Or ſpoken in ſuertie or drede,</l>
               <l>Certaine it mote thider nede.</l>
               <l>Now hearken well, for why I will</l>
               <l>Tellen thee a proper skill,</l>
               <l>And a worthy demonſtration</l>
               <l>In mine imagination.</l>
               <l>Geffray, thou woteſt well this,</l>
               <l>That euery kindely thing that is,</l>
               <l>Hath a kindely ſtede there he</l>
               <l>May beſt in it conſerued be,</l>
               <l>Vnto which place euery thing,</l>
               <l>Through his kindely enclining,</l>
               <l>Meueth for to come to,</l>
               <l>When that it is away therefro,</l>
               <l>As thus. Lo how thou maiſt al day ſee,</l>
               <l>Take any thing that heauie bee,</l>
               <l>As ſtone or lead, or thing of weight,</l>
               <l>And beare it neuer ſo hie on height,</l>
               <l>Let go thine hand, it falleth downe,</l>
               <l>Right ſo ſay. I by fire or ſowne</l>
               <l>Or ſmoke, or other things light,</l>
               <l>Alway they ſeeke upward on height,</l>
               <l>Light things up, and downward charge,</l>
               <l>While euerich of hem be at large,</l>
               <l>And for this cauſe thou maiſt well ſee,</l>
               <l>That euery riuer unto the ſee</l>
               <l>Enclined is to go by kind,</l>
               <l>And by theſe skilles, as I find,</l>
               <l>Haue fiſhes dwelling in flood and ſee,</l>
               <l>And trees eke on the earth be,</l>
               <l>Thus euery thing by his reaſon</l>
               <l>Hath his own proper manſion,</l>
               <l>To which he ſeeketh to repaire,</l>
               <l>There as it ſhould nat appaire.</l>
               <l>Lo, this ſentence is knowne couth</l>
               <l>Of euery Philoſophers mouth,</l>
               <l>As Ariſtotle and dan Platone,</l>
               <l>And other clerkes many one,</l>
               <l>And to confirme my reaſoun,</l>
               <l>Thou woſt well that ſpeech is ſoun,</l>
               <l>Or els no man might it here,</l>
               <l>Now herke what I woll thee lere.</l>
               <l>Sowne is not but eyre ybroken,</l>
               <l>And euery ſpeech that is ſpoken,</l>
               <l>Loud or priue, foule or faire,</l>
               <l>In his ſubſtaunce is but aire,</l>
               <l>For as flame is but lighted ſmoke,</l>
               <l>Right ſo is ſowne eyre ybroke,</l>
               <l>But this may be in many wiſe,</l>
               <l>Of which I will thee deviſe,</l>
               <l>As ſowne commeth of pipe or harpe,</l>
               <l>For when a pipe is blowen ſharpe,</l>
               <l>The eyre is twiſt with violence,</l>
               <l>And rent: Lo, this is my ſentence</l>
               <l>Eke, when men harpe ſtrings ſmite,</l>
               <l>Wheder it be much or lite,</l>
               <l>Lo, with the ſtroke the eyre it breketh,</l>
               <l>And right ſo breaketh it when men ſpeketh,</l>
               <l>Thus woſt thou well what thing is ſpeach,</l>
               <l>Now henceforth I will thee teach,</l>
               <l>How euerich ſpeech, voice, or ſoun,</l>
               <l>Through his multiplicatioun,</l>
               <l>Though it were piped of a mouſe,</l>
               <l>Mote needs come to Fames houſe,</l>
               <l>I proue it thus, take heed now</l>
               <l>By experience, for if that thou</l>
               <l>Threw in a water now a ſtone,</l>
               <l>Well woſt thou it will make anone</l>
               <l>A little roundell as a cercle,</l>
               <l>Parauenture as broad as a couercle,</l>
               <l>And right anone thou ſhalt ſee wele,</l>
               <l>That whele cercle wil cauſe another whele,</l>
               <l>And that the third, and ſo forth brother,</l>
               <l>Euery cercle cauſing other,</l>
               <l>Broader than himſelfe was,</l>
               <l>And thus from roundell to compas,</l>
               <l>Ech about other going,</l>
               <l>Cauſeth of others ſtering,</l>
               <l>And multiplying euermo,</l>
               <l>Till it be ſo farre go</l>
               <l>That it at both brinkes bee,</l>
               <l>Although thou may it not ſee</l>
               <l>Aboue, yet gothe it alway under,</l>
               <l>Though thou thinke it a great wonder,</l>
               <l>And who ſo ſaith of trouth I vary,</l>
               <l>Bid him proue the contrary,</l>
               <l>And right thus euery word iwis,</l>
               <l>That loud or priuie yſpoken is,</l>
               <l>Moueth firſt an eyre about,</l>
               <l>And of his mouing out of dout</l>
               <l>Another eyre anone is moued,</l>
               <l>As I haue of the water proued,</l>
               <l>That euery cercle cauſeth other,</l>
               <l>Right ſo of eyre my leue brother,</l>
               <l>Euerich eyre in other ſtereth</l>
               <l>More and more, and ſpeech vp beareth,</l>
               <l>Or voice or noiſe, word or ſoun,</l>
               <l>Aye through multiplicatioun,</l>
               <l>Till it be at the houſe of Fame,</l>
               <l>Take it in earneſt or in game,</l>
               <l>
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Now have I told, if thou haue mind,</l>
               <l>How ſpeech or ſowne, of pure kind</l>
               <l>Enclined is upward to meue,</l>
               <l>This maieſt thou fele well by preue,</l>
               <l>And that ſame ſtede iwis,</l>
               <l>That euery thing enclined to is,</l>
               <l>Hath his kindliche ſtede,</l>
               <l>That ſheweth it without drede,</l>
               <l>That kindely the manſioun</l>
               <l>Of euerich ſpeeche of euery ſoun,</l>
               <l>Be it either foule or faire,</l>
               <l>Hath his kind place in aire,</l>
               <l>And ſith that euery thing iwis</l>
               <l>Out of his kind place iwis,</l>
               <l>Moueth thider for to go,</l>
               <l>If it away be therefro,</l>
               <l>As I haue before proued thee,</l>
               <l>It ſheweth euery ſoune parde,</l>
               <l>Moueth kindely to pace,</l>
               <l>As up into his kind place,</l>
               <l>And this place of which I tell,</l>
               <l>There as Fame liſt to dwell,</l>
               <l>Is ſette amiddes of theſe three,</l>
               <l>Heauen, earth, and eke the ſee,</l>
               <l>As moſt conſeruatife the ſoun,</l>
               <l>Then is this the concluſion,</l>
               <l>That euery ſpeech of euery man,</l>
               <l>As I thee tell firſt began,</l>
               <l>Moueth vp on height to pace</l>
               <l>Kindly to Fames place.</l>
               <l>Tell me this now faithfully,</l>
               <l>Haue I not proued thus ſimply,</l>
               <l>Without any ſubtelte</l>
               <l>Of ſpeech, or great prolixite,</l>
               <l>Of termes of Philoſophy,</l>
               <l>Of figures of Poetry,</l>
               <l>Or colours of Rhetorike,</l>
               <l>Perde it ought thee to like,</l>
               <l>For hard language, and hard matere</l>
               <l>Is incombrous for to here</l>
               <l>At ones, woſt thou not well this?</l>
               <l>And I anſwered and ſaid yes.</l>
               <l>Ah ah, qd. he, lo ſo I can,</l>
               <l>Leudly unto a leud man</l>
               <l>Speke, and ſhew him ſuch skilles,</l>
               <l>That he may ſhake hem by the billes,</l>
               <l>So palpable they ſhoulden be,</l>
               <l>But tel me this now pray I thee,</l>
               <l>How thinketh thee my concluſioun?</l>
               <l>A good perſuaſion,</l>
               <l>Qd. I, it is, and lyke to be,</l>
               <l>Right ſo as thou haſt proued me,</l>
               <l>By God, qd. he, and as I leue,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt haue it or it be eue,</l>
               <l>Of euery word of this ſentence,</l>
               <l>A profe by experience,</l>
               <l>And with thyne eares hearen well,</l>
               <l>Toppe and tayle, and eueridell,</l>
               <l>That euery word that ſpoken is,</l>
               <l>Commeth into Fames houſe ywis,</l>
               <l>As I haue ſaid, what wilt thou more,</l>
               <l>And with this word upper to ſore,</l>
               <l>He began and ſaid by ſaint Iame,</l>
               <l>Now will we ſpeake all of game.</l>
               <l>How fareſt thou now, qd. he, to me,</l>
               <l>Well, qd. I, now ſee, qd. he,</l>
               <l>By thy trouth yond adowne,</l>
               <l>Where that thou knoweſt any towne,</l>
               <l>Or houſe, or any other thing,</l>
               <l>And when thou haſt of ought knowing,</l>
               <l>Looke that thou warne me,</l>
               <l>And I anon ſhall tell thee,</l>
               <l>How farre that thou art now therefro.</l>
               <l>And I adowne gan to loken tho,</l>
               <l>And beheld fields and plaines,</l>
               <l>Now hils, and now mountaines,</l>
               <l>Now valeis, and now foreſts,</l>
               <l>And now unneth great beeſts,</l>
               <l>Now riuers, now citees,</l>
               <l>Now townes, now great trees,</l>
               <l>Now ſhippes ſayling in the ſee.</l>
               <l>But thus ſoone in a while hee,</l>
               <l>Was flowen fro the ground ſo hye,</l>
               <l>That all the world as to mine eye,</l>
               <l>No more ſemed than a pricke,</l>
               <l>Or els was the eyre ſo thicke</l>
               <l>That I might it not diſcerne:</l>
               <l>With that he ſpake to me ſo yerne,</l>
               <l>And ſaid: Seeſt thou any token,</l>
               <l>Or ought that in this world of ſpoken?</l>
               <l>I ſaid nay, no wonder is,</l>
               <l>Qd. he, for neuer halfe ſo hye as this,</l>
               <l>Nas Alexander of Macedon</l>
               <l>King, Ne of Rome dan Scipion,</l>
               <l>That ſaw in dreame at point deuiſe,</l>
               <l>Heauen and earth, helf and paradiſe,</l>
               <l>Ne eke the wretch Dedalus,</l>
               <l>Ne his childe nice Icharus,</l>
               <l>That flewe ſo hie, that the hete</l>
               <l>His wyngs molte, and he fell wete</l>
               <l>In midde the ſea, and there he dreint,</l>
               <l>For whom was made a great complaint.</l>
               <l>Now tourne upward, qd. he, thy face,</l>
               <l>And behold this large place,</l>
               <l>This eyre, but looke that thou ne bee</l>
               <l>Adrad of hem that thou ſhalt ſee,</l>
               <l>For in this regioun certayne,</l>
               <l>Dwelleth many a citezeine,</l>
               <l>Of which ſpeaketh dan Plato,</l>
               <l>Theſe ben the eyriſhe beeſts lo,</l>
               <l>And tho ſawe I all the menie,</l>
               <l>Both gone and alſo flie.</l>
               <l>Lo, qd. he, caſt up thyne eye,</l>
               <l>See yonder lo, the Galaxie,</l>
               <l>The which men clepe the milky way,</l>
               <l>For it is white: And ſome parfay</l>
               <l>Callen it watling ſtreete,</l>
               <l>That ones was brent with the hete,</l>
               <l>When the Sunnes ſonne the rede,</l>
               <l>That hight Pheton, would lede</l>
               <l>Algate his fathers cart, and gie.</l>
               <l>The cart horſe gan well aſpie,</l>
               <l>That he coud no gouernaunce,</l>
               <l>And gan for to leape and praunce,</l>
               <l>And beare him up, and now doun,</l>
               <l>Till he ſaw the Scorpioun,</l>
               <l>Which that in heauen a ſigne is yet,</l>
               <l>And he for fere loſt his wit</l>
               <l>Of that, and let the reynes gone</l>
               <l>Of his horſe, and they anone</l>
               <l>Soone up to mount, and downe diſcende</l>
               <l>Till bothe eyre and earth brende,</l>
               <l>
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Till Iupiter lo, at the laſt</l>
               <l>Him ſlew, and fro the carte caſt.</l>
               <l>Lo, is it not a great miſchaunce,</l>
               <l>To let a foole haue gouernaunce</l>
               <l>Of things that he can not demaine?</l>
               <l>And with this word ſothe for to ſaine,</l>
               <l>He gan alway upper to ſore,</l>
               <l>And gladded me then more and more,</l>
               <l>So faithfully to me ſpake he.</l>
               <l>Tho gan I to looke under me,</l>
               <l>And beheld the eyriſh beeſts,</l>
               <l>Cloudes, miſtes, and tempeſts,</l>
               <l>Snowes, hayles, raynes, and windes,</l>
               <l>And thengendring in her kindes,</l>
               <l>All the way through which I came;</l>
               <l>O God, qd. I, that made Adame,</l>
               <l>Moch is thy might and nobles.</l>
               <l>And tho thought I upon Boece,</l>
               <l>That writeth a thought may flie ſo hie,</l>
               <l>With fethers of Philoſophy</l>
               <l>To paſſen euerich Element,</l>
               <l>And when he hath ſo far ywent,</l>
               <l>Then may be ſeen behind his backe,</l>
               <l>Cloude, and earth, and all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I of ſpake.</l>
               <l>Tho gan I wexe in a were,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, I wote well I am here,</l>
               <l>But whether in body or in gooſt,</l>
               <l>I not ywis, but God thou wooſt,</l>
               <l>For more clere entendement,</l>
               <l>Nas me neuer yet yſent,</l>
               <l>And then thought I on Marcian,</l>
               <l>And eke of Anticlaudian,</l>
               <l>That ſothe was her deſcripcion</l>
               <l>Of all the heauens region,</l>
               <l>As far as that I ſaw the preve,</l>
               <l>And therefore I can hem leue.</l>
               <l>With that the Egle gan to cry,</l>
               <l>Let be, qd. he, thy fantaſie,</l>
               <l>Wilt thou learne of ſterres ought?</l>
               <l>Nay certainly, qd. I, right nought.</l>
               <l>And why, qd. he? for I am old:</l>
               <l>Or els would I thee haue told,</l>
               <l>Qd. he, the ſterres names lo,</l>
               <l>And all the heauens ſigns to,</l>
               <l>And which they be. No force, qd. I.</l>
               <l>Yes parde, qd. he, woſt thou why,</l>
               <l>For when thou redeſt poetry,</l>
               <l>How the goddes can ſtellify</l>
               <l>Birde, fiſhe, or him, or her,</l>
               <l>As the Rauin and other,</l>
               <l>Or Ariones harpe fine,</l>
               <l>Caſſor, Polexe, or Delphine,</l>
               <l>Or Athalantes doughters ſeuen,</l>
               <l>How all theſe are ſet in heuen,</l>
               <l>For though thou haue hem ofte in hand,</l>
               <l>Yet noſt thou nat where they ſtand.</l>
               <l>No force, qd. I, it is no need,</l>
               <l>As well I leue ſo God me ſpeed,</l>
               <l>Hem that writen of this matere,</l>
               <l>As though I knew her places here,</l>
               <l>And eke they ſemen here ſo bright,</l>
               <l>It ſhould ſhenden all my ſight,</l>
               <l>To looke on hem: that may well be,</l>
               <l>Qd. he, and ſo forth hare he me</l>
               <l>A while, and tho he gan to cry,</l>
               <l>(That neuer herde I thing ſo hie)</l>
               <l>Hold up thine heed, for all is well,</l>
               <l>Saint Iulian lo, bonue hoſtell,</l>
               <l>See here the houſe of Fame lo,</l>
               <l>Mayſt thou not here that I do?</l>
               <l>What, qd. I?, the great ſowne</l>
               <l>Qd. he, that rombleth up and downe</l>
               <l>In Fames houſe full of tidings,</l>
               <l>Both of fayre ſpeech and chidings,</l>
               <l>And of falſe and ſothe compouned,</l>
               <l>Herken well it is not rowned.</l>
               <l>Hereſt thou not the great ſwough?</l>
               <l>Yes perde, qd. I, wel ynough,</l>
               <l>And what ſowne is it like, qd. he?</l>
               <l>Peter, lyke the beating of the ſee,</l>
               <l>Qd. I, againſt the roches halow,</l>
               <l>When tempeſts done her ſhippes ſwalow,</l>
               <l>And that a man ſtand out of doute,</l>
               <l>A myle thens, and here it route.</l>
               <l>Or els lyke the humbling</l>
               <l>After the clappe of a thuiſoring,</l>
               <l>When Iouis hath the eyre ybete,</l>
               <l>But it doth me for feare ſwete,</l>
               <l>Nay, drede thee not thereof, qd. he,</l>
               <l>It is nothing that will byten thee,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt haue no harme truely,</l>
               <l>And with that worde both he and I</l>
               <l>As nigh the place arrived were,</l>
               <l>As men might caſt with a ſpere,</l>
               <l>I niſte how, but in a ſtrete</l>
               <l>He ſet me faire on my feete,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, walke forth a pace</l>
               <l>And tell thine aduenture and caſe,</l>
               <l>That thou ſhalt finde in fames place.</l>
               <l>Now, qd. I, while we haue ſpace</l>
               <l>To ſpeake, or that I go fro thee,</l>
               <l>For the loue of God tell me,</l>
               <l>In ſothe, that I will of thee lere,</l>
               <l>If this noyſe that I here</l>
               <l>Be as I haue herde thee tell,</l>
               <l>Of folke that done in earth dwell,</l>
               <l>And commeth here in the ſame wiſe,</l>
               <l>As I thee herd or this deuiſe,</l>
               <l>And that here liues body nis</l>
               <l>In all that houſe that yonder is,</l>
               <l>That maketh all this loude fare.</l>
               <l>No, qd. he, by ſaint Clare,</l>
               <l>And alſo wiſſe God rede me,</l>
               <l>But o thing I will warne thee,</l>
               <l>Of the which thou wilt haue wonder.</l>
               <l>Lo, to the houſe of Fame yonder,</l>
               <l>Thou woſte how commeth euery ſpeach,</l>
               <l>It needeth not the efte to reach,</l>
               <l>But underſtand now right well this,</l>
               <l>When any ſpeach ycomen is,</l>
               <l>Vp to the palais anone right,</l>
               <l>It wexeth like the ſame wight,</l>
               <l>Which that the worde in earth ſpake,</l>
               <l>Be he clothed in reed or blake,</l>
               <l>And hath ſo very his likeneſſe,</l>
               <l>And ſpake the worde that thou wilt geſſe,</l>
               <l>That it the ſame body be,</l>
               <l>Man or woman, he or ſhe.</l>
               <l>And is not this a wonder thing,</l>
               <l>Yes, qd. I tho, by heauen king,</l>
               <l>And with this worde farewell, qd. he,</l>
               <l>And here will I abide thee,</l>
               <l>
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And God of heauen ſend thee grace,</l>
               <l>Some good to learne in this place,</l>
               <l>And I of him tooke leaue anone,</l>
               <l>And gan forth to the palays gone.</l>
               <trailer>Explicit liber ſecundus.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="3" type="book">
               <l>GOd of Science and of light,</l>
               <l>Apollo through thy great might,</l>
               <l>This littell laſt booke now thou gie,</l>
               <l>Now that I will for maiſtrie,</l>
               <l>Here art potenciall be ſhewde,</l>
               <l>But for the rime is light and lewde,</l>
               <l>Yet make it ſomewhat agreable,</l>
               <l>Though ſome verſe fayle in a ſillable,</l>
               <l>And that I do no diligence,</l>
               <l>To ſhewe craft, but ſentence,</l>
               <l>And if deuine vertue thou</l>
               <l>Wilt helpe me to ſhewe now,</l>
               <l>That in my heed ymarked is,</l>
               <l>Lo, that is for to meanen this,</l>
               <l>The houſe of Fame for to diſcriue,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt ſee me go as bliue</l>
               <l>Vnto the next laurer I ſee,</l>
               <l>And kiſſe it, for it is thy tree,</l>
               <l>Now entre in my breſt anone.</l>
               <l>When I was from the Egle gone,</l>
               <l>I gan behold vpon this place,</l>
               <l>And certaine or I further paſſe,</l>
               <l>I woll you all the ſhappe deuiſe,</l>
               <l>Of houſe and citee, and all the wiſe,</l>
               <l>How I gan to this place approch,</l>
               <l>That ſtood vpon ſo hie a roch,</l>
               <l>Hyer ſtandeth none in Spayne,</l>
               <l>But vp I clambe with moch payne,</l>
               <l>And though to climbe greued mee,</l>
               <l>Yet I ententife was to ſee,</l>
               <l>And for to poren wondre low,</l>
               <l>If I coude any wiſe yknow</l>
               <l>What maner ſtone this roche was,</l>
               <l>For it was lyke a limed glas,</l>
               <l>But that it ſhone full more clere,</l>
               <l>But of what congeled matere</l>
               <l>It was, I niſte redely,</l>
               <l>But at the laſt eſpied I,</l>
               <l>And found that it was euerydele,</l>
               <l>A roche of yſe and not of ſtele,</l>
               <l>Thought I by ſaint Thomas of Kent,</l>
               <l>This were a feeble foundement,</l>
               <l>To builden on a place hie,</l>
               <l>He ought him little to glorifie,</l>
               <l>That hereon bilte, God ſo me ſaue.</l>
               <l>Tho ſawe I all the hall ygraue</l>
               <l>With famous folkes names fele,</l>
               <l>That had been in moch wele,</l>
               <l>And her fames wide yblow,</l>
               <l>But well vnneth might I know</l>
               <l>Any letters for to rede</l>
               <l>Her names by, for out of drede,</l>
               <l>They weren almoſt of thawed ſo,</l>
               <l>That of the letters one or two</l>
               <l>Were molte away of euery name,</l>
               <l>So vnfamous was wexe her fame,</l>
               <l>But men ſay, what may euer laſt.</l>
               <l>Tho gan I in mine hert caſt,</l>
               <l>That they were molte away for heate,</l>
               <l>And not away with ſtormes beate,</l>
               <l>For on that other ſide I ſey,</l>
               <l>Of this hill, that Northward ley,</l>
               <l>How it was written full of names,</l>
               <l>Of folke that had afore great fames,</l>
               <l>Of old time, and yet they were</l>
               <l>As freſh as men had written hem there</l>
               <l>The ſelf day, or that houre</l>
               <l>That I on hem gan to poure,</l>
               <l>But well I wiſte what it made,</l>
               <l>It was conſerued with the ſhade,</l>
               <l>All the writing that I ſie,</l>
               <l>Of a Caſtell that ſo ſtoode on hie,</l>
               <l>And ſtoode eke in ſo cold a place,</l>
               <l>That heate might it not deface.</l>
               <l>Tho gan I on this hill to gone,</l>
               <l>And found on the coppe a wone,</l>
               <l>That all the men that been on liue,</l>
               <l>Ne han the conning to diſcriue</l>
               <l>The beaute of that ilke place,</l>
               <l>Ne coud caſte no compace,</l>
               <l>Soch another for to make,</l>
               <l>That might of beauty be his make,</l>
               <l>Ne ſo wonderly <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>rought,</l>
               <l>That it aſtonieth yet my thought,</l>
               <l>And maketh all my witte to ſwinke</l>
               <l>On this Caſtell for to thinke,</l>
               <l>So that the great beautie,</l>
               <l>The caſte, crafte, and curioſitie,</l>
               <l>Ne can I not to you deuiſe,</l>
               <l>My witte ne may me not ſuffiſe,</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe all the ſubſtaunce</l>
               <l>I haue yet in my remembraunce,</l>
               <l>For why me thought by ſaint Gile,</l>
               <l>All was of ſtone of Berile,</l>
               <l>Both the Caſtell and the Toure,</l>
               <l>And eke the hall, and euery boure,</l>
               <l>Without peeces or joynings,</l>
               <l>But many ſubtell compaſſings,</l>
               <l>As babeuries and pinnacles,</l>
               <l>Imageries and tabernacles,</l>
               <l>I ſaw, and full eke of windowes,</l>
               <l>As flakes fallen in great Snowes,</l>
               <l>And eke in each of the pinnacles</l>
               <l>Weren ſundry habitacles,</l>
               <l>In which ſtooden all withouten,</l>
               <l>Full the caſtle all abouten,</l>
               <l>Of all manner of Min<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>rales,</l>
               <l>And Ieſtours, that tellen tales</l>
               <l>Both of weeping and of game,</l>
               <l>And of all that longeth vnto Fame,</l>
               <l>There heard I play on an Harpe,</l>
               <l>That ſouned both well and ſharpe,</l>
               <l>Him Orpheus full craftely,</l>
               <l>And on this ſide faſt by</l>
               <l>Sat the Harper Orion,</l>
               <l>And Gacides Chirion,</l>
               <l>And other Harpers many one,</l>
               <l>And the Briton Glaskirion,</l>
               <l>And ſmale Harpers with her glees,</l>
               <l>Sate vnder hem in diuers ſees,</l>
               <l>And gone on hem vpward to gape,</l>
               <l>And counterfeited hem as an Ape,</l>
               <l>Or as craft counterfeit kind.</l>
               <l>Tho ſaw I ſtanden hem behind,</l>
               <l>A farre from hem, all by hemſelue,</l>
               <l>Many a thouſand times twelue,</l>
               <l>
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That made loud Minſtralcies</l>
               <l>In Cornmuſe and Shalmies,</l>
               <l>And many another pipe,</l>
               <l>That craftely began to pipe,</l>
               <l>Both in Douced and in Rede,</l>
               <l>That ben at feaſts with the brede,</l>
               <l>And many a Floite and litling horne,</l>
               <l>And pipes made of greene Corne,</l>
               <l>As haue theſe little heard gromes,</l>
               <l>That keepen beaſts in the Bromes.</l>
               <l>There ſaw I then dan Citherus,</l>
               <l>And of Athenes dan Proſerus,</l>
               <l>And Mercia that loſt her skinne,</l>
               <l>Both in face, body, and chinne,</l>
               <l>For that ſhe would enuien lo,</l>
               <l>To pipen bette than Apollo.</l>
               <l>There ſaw I eke famous old and yong,</l>
               <l>Pipers of all the Dutch tong,</l>
               <l>To learne loue daunces, ſprings,</l>
               <l>Reyes, and the ſtraunge things.</l>
               <l>Tho ſaw I in another place,</l>
               <l>Standing in a large ſpace</l>
               <l>Of hem that maken bloody ſoun,</l>
               <l>In trumpe beme, and Clarioun,</l>
               <l>For in fight and bloodſheddings</l>
               <l>Is vſed gladly clarionings.</l>
               <l>There heard I trumpe, Meſſenus,</l>
               <l>Of whom that ſpeaketh Vergilius.</l>
               <l>There heard I Ioab trumpe alſo,</l>
               <l>Theodomas, and other mo,</l>
               <l>And all that vſed clarion,</l>
               <l>In Caſteloigne and Aragon,</l>
               <l>That in her times famous were,</l>
               <l>To learnen ſaw I trumpen there.</l>
               <l>There ſaw I ſit in other ſees,</l>
               <l>Playing vpon other ſundry glees,</l>
               <l>Which that I cannot neuen,</l>
               <l>Mo than Sterres ben in heuen,</l>
               <l>Of which I nill as now not rime,</l>
               <l>For eaſe of you, and loſſe of time:</l>
               <l>* For time yloſt, this know ye,</l>
               <l>By no way may recouered be.</l>
               <l>There ſaw I p<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>aying Iogelours,</l>
               <l>Magiciens, and Tragetours,</l>
               <l>And Phetoniſſes, Charmereſſes,</l>
               <l>Old Witches, Sorcereſſes,</l>
               <l>That vſen Exorſiſations,</l>
               <l>And eke Subfumigations,</l>
               <l>And clerkes eke, which conne well</l>
               <l>All this Magicke naturell,</l>
               <l>That craftely doe her entents,</l>
               <l>To maken in certaine aſcendents,</l>
               <l>Images lo, through which Magike,</l>
               <l>To maken a man ben hole or ſike.</l>
               <l>There ſaw I the queene Medea,</l>
               <l>And Circes eke, and Caliophia.</l>
               <l>There ſaw I Hermes Ballenus,</l>
               <l>Limote, and eke Simon Magus.</l>
               <l>There ſaw I, and knew by name,</l>
               <l>That by ſuch art done men haue fame.</l>
               <l>There ſaw I Coll Tragetour</l>
               <l>Vpon a table of Sicamour</l>
               <l>Play an vncouth thing to tell,</l>
               <l>I ſaw him carry a wind Mell</l>
               <l>Vnder a Walnote ſhale.</l>
               <l>What ſhould I make lenger tale,</l>
               <l>Of all the people that I ſey,</l>
               <l>I could not tell till Domiſdey.</l>
               <l>When I had all this folke behold,</l>
               <l>And found me looſe and not hold,</l>
               <l>And I amuſed a long while</l>
               <l>Vpon this wall of Berile,</l>
               <l>That ſhone lighter than a glas,</l>
               <l>And made well more than it was,</l>
               <l>As kind thing of fame is,</l>
               <l>And then anone after this,</l>
               <l>I gan forth romen till I fond</l>
               <l>The caſtell yate on my right hond,</l>
               <l>Which ſo well coruen was,</l>
               <l>That neuer ſuch another nas,</l>
               <l>And yet it was by auenture</l>
               <l>Ywrought by great and ſubtill cure;</l>
               <l>It needeth not you more to tellen,</l>
               <l>To make you too long dwellen,</l>
               <l>Of theſe yates floriſhings,</l>
               <l>Ne of compaces, ne of karuings,</l>
               <l>Ne how the hacking in Maſonries,</l>
               <l>As corbets, and Imageries,</l>
               <l>But Lord ſo faire it was to ſhewe,</l>
               <l>For it was all with gold behewe,</l>
               <l>But in I went, and that anone</l>
               <l>There met I crying many one,</l>
               <l>A larges a larges, hold vp well</l>
               <l>God ſaue the Lady of this pell,</l>
               <l>Our owne gentill Lady Fame,</l>
               <l>And hem that willen to haue a name</l>
               <l>Of vs, thus heard I crien all,</l>
               <l>And faſt commen out of the hall,</l>
               <l>And ſhoke nobles and ſtarlings,</l>
               <l>And crowned were as kings,</l>
               <l>With crownes wrought full of Loſinges,</l>
               <l>And many ribans, and many fringes</l>
               <l>Were on her clothes truely.</l>
               <l>Tho at the laſt eſpied I,</l>
               <l>That Purſeuauntes and Heraudes,</l>
               <l>That crien riche folkes laudes,</l>
               <l>It weren, all and euery man</l>
               <l>Of hem, as I you tell can</l>
               <l>Had on him throwe a veſture,</l>
               <l>Which men clepe a coate armure,</l>
               <l>Embroudred wonderly riche,</l>
               <l>As though they were not yliche,</l>
               <l>But nought will I, ſo mote I thriue,</l>
               <l>Be about to diſcriue</l>
               <l>All theſe armes that there weren,</l>
               <l>That they thus on her coates weren,</l>
               <l>For to me were impoſſible,</l>
               <l>Men might make of hem a bible,</l>
               <l>Twenty foote thicke as I trowe,</l>
               <l>For certain who ſo coud know,</l>
               <l>Might there all the armes ſeen,</l>
               <l>Of famous folke that had been</l>
               <l>In Affrike, Europe, and Aſie,</l>
               <l>Sith firſt began cheualrie.</l>
               <l>Lo, how ſhould I now tell all this,</l>
               <l>Ne of the hall eke what need is,</l>
               <l>To tellen you that euery wall</l>
               <l>Of it, and rofe and flore with all,</l>
               <l>Was plated halfe a foote thicke</l>
               <l>Of golde, and that nas not wicke,</l>
               <l>But for to proue in all wiſe,</l>
               <l>As fine as ducket in Veniſe,</l>
               <l>
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Of which to lite all in my pouche is,</l>
               <l>And they were ſet as thicke of ouches</l>
               <l>Fine, of the fineſt ſtones fayre,</l>
               <l>That men reden in the Lapidaire,</l>
               <l>Or as Graſſes growen in a Mede,</l>
               <l>But it were all to long to rede</l>
               <l>The names, and therefore I pace,</l>
               <l>But in this luſtie and riche place,</l>
               <l>That Fames hall called was,</l>
               <l>Full moch prees of folke there nas,</l>
               <l>Ne crouding, for to moch prees,</l>
               <l>But all on hie aboue a dees,</l>
               <l>Satte in a ſee Imperiall,</l>
               <l>That made was of Rubie royall,</l>
               <l>Which that a Carbuncle is ycalled,</l>
               <l>I ſawe perpetually yſtalled,</l>
               <l>A feminine creature,</l>
               <l>That neuer formed by nature</l>
               <l>Was ſoch another thing I ſaie:</l>
               <l>For alther firſt, ſoth to ſaie,</l>
               <l>Me thought that ſhe was ſo lite,</l>
               <l>That the length of a cubite,</l>
               <l>Was lenger than ſhe ſeemed be,</l>
               <l>But thus ſoone in a while ſhe,</l>
               <l>Her ſelf tho wonderly ſtreight,</l>
               <l>That with her feet ſhe therthe reight,</l>
               <l>And with her hedde ſhe touched heauen,</l>
               <l>There as ſhineth the Sterres ſeuen,</l>
               <l>And thereto yet, as to my wit,</l>
               <l>I ſaw a great wonder yet,</l>
               <l>Vpon her iyen to behold,</l>
               <l>But certainly I hem neuer told,</l>
               <l>For as fele iyen had ſhe,</l>
               <l>As fethers vpon foules be,</l>
               <l>Or weren on the beaſts foure,</l>
               <l>That Goddes trone can honour,</l>
               <l>As writeth Iohn in the Apocalips,</l>
               <l>Her heer that was owndie and crips,</l>
               <l>As burned gold it ſhone to ſee.</l>
               <l>And ſothe to tellen alſo ſhee,</l>
               <l>Had alſo fele vp ſtanding eares,</l>
               <l>And tonges, as on beaſt been heares,</l>
               <l>And on her feete woxen ſawe I,</l>
               <l>Partriche winges redily.</l>
               <l>But Lord the perrie and the richeſſe,</l>
               <l>I ſaw ſitting on the Goddeſſe,</l>
               <l>And the heauenly melodie,</l>
               <l>Of ſonges full of armonie,</l>
               <l>I heard about her trone yſong,</l>
               <l>That all the palais wall rong,</l>
               <l>So ſong the mighty Muſe ſhe,</l>
               <l>That cleped is Caliope,</l>
               <l>And her ſeuen ſiſterne eke,</l>
               <l>That in her faces ſeemen meke,</l>
               <l>And euermore eternally,</l>
               <l>They ſong of Fame tho heard I,</l>
               <l>Heried be thou and thy name,</l>
               <l>Goddes of renoun and of Fame.</l>
               <l>Tho was I ware at the laſt,</l>
               <l>As I mine iyen gan vp caſt,</l>
               <l>That this ilke noble Queene,</l>
               <l>On her ſhoulders gan ſuſtene</l>
               <l>Both the armes and the name</l>
               <l>Of tho that had large Fame,</l>
               <l>Aliſander, and Hercules,</l>
               <l>That with a ſherte his life did leſe,</l>
               <l>And thus found I ſitting this Goddeſſe,</l>
               <l>In noble honour and richeſſe,</l>
               <l>Of which I ſtinte a while now,</l>
               <l>Other thing to tellen you.</l>
               <l>Tho ſaw I ſtande on thother ſide,</l>
               <l>Streight doune to the doores wide,</l>
               <l>From the dees many a pillere</l>
               <l>Of metall, that ſhone not full clere,</l>
               <l>But though they were of no richeſſe,</l>
               <l>Yet were they made for great nobleſſe,</l>
               <l>And in hem great ſentence,</l>
               <l>And folke of hie and digne reuerence,</l>
               <l>Of which to tell will I fonde.</l>
               <l>Vpon a piller ſawe I ſtonde,</l>
               <l>Alder firſt there I ſie,</l>
               <l>Vpon a piller ſtonde on hie,</l>
               <l>That was of Lede and of Iron fine,</l>
               <l>Him of the ſecte Saturnine,</l>
               <l>The Ebraike Ioſephus the old,</l>
               <l>That of Iewes geſtes told,</l>
               <l>And he bare on his ſhulders hie,</l>
               <l>The fame vp of the Iurie,</l>
               <l>And by him ſtoden other ſeuen,</l>
               <l>Wiſe and worthy for to neuen,</l>
               <l>To helpen him beare vp the charge,</l>
               <l>It was ſo heauy and ſo large,</l>
               <l>And for they written of battayles,</l>
               <l>As well as of other maruayles,</l>
               <l>Therefore was lo, this pillere,</l>
               <l>Of which I you tell here,</l>
               <l>Of Leade and Iron both iwis,</l>
               <l>For Iron Martes metall is,</l>
               <l>Which that God is of battayle,</l>
               <l>And the Leade withouten fayle,</l>
               <l>Is lo, the metall of Saturne,</l>
               <l>That hath full large whele to turne,</l>
               <l>To ſtand forth on either rowe</l>
               <l>Of hem, which I could knowe,</l>
               <l>Though I by order hem not tell,</l>
               <l>To make you to long to dwell.</l>
               <l>Theſe, of which I gan rede,</l>
               <l>There ſaw I ſtand out of drede,</l>
               <l>Vpon an Iron piller ſtrong,</l>
               <l>That painted was all endlong,</l>
               <l>With Tigres blood in euery place,</l>
               <l>The Tholaſon that height Stace,</l>
               <l>That bare of Thebes vp the name,</l>
               <l>Vpon his ſhoulders, and the fame</l>
               <l>Alſo of cruell Achilles,</l>
               <l>And by him ſtode withouten lees,</l>
               <l>Full wonder hie vpon a piller</l>
               <l>Of Iron, he the great Omer,</l>
               <l>And with him Dares and Titus</l>
               <l>Before, and eke he Lollius,</l>
               <l>And Guido eke the Colempnis,</l>
               <l>And Engliſh Galfride eke iwis,</l>
               <l>And ech of theſe as I haue joy,</l>
               <l>Was buſie to heare vp Troy,</l>
               <l>So heavy thereof was the fame,</l>
               <l>That for to beare it was no game,</l>
               <l>But yet I gan full well eſpie,</l>
               <l>Betwene hem was a little enuie,</l>
               <l>One ſaid that Omer made lies,</l>
               <l>Feyning in his Poetries,</l>
               <l>And was to the Greekes fauourable,</l>
               <l>Therefore held he it but fable.</l>
               <l>
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Tho ſaw I ſtand on a pillere,</l>
               <l>That was of Tinned Iron clere,</l>
               <l>The Latine Poete Virgile,</l>
               <l>That hath bore vp a long while</l>
               <l>The fame of Pius Eneas.</l>
               <l>And next him on a piller was,</l>
               <l>Of Copper, Venus clerke, Duide,</l>
               <l>That hath ſowen wondrous wide</l>
               <l>The great god of loues fame,</l>
               <l>And there he bare vp well his name,</l>
               <l>Vpon this piller alſo hie,</l>
               <l>As I might ſee it with mine iye:</l>
               <l>For why this hall whereof I rede,</l>
               <l>Was woxe on height, length, and brede,</l>
               <l>Well more by a thouſand deale,</l>
               <l>Then it was erſt, that ſaw I weale.</l>
               <l>Tho ſaw I on a piller by,</l>
               <l>Of Iron wrought full ſternely,</l>
               <l>The great Poet dan Lucan,</l>
               <l>That on his ſhoulders bare vp than,</l>
               <l>As hie as that I might ſee,</l>
               <l>The fame of Iulius, and Pompee,</l>
               <l>And by him ſtoden all theſe clerkes,</l>
               <l>That write of Romes mighty werkes,</l>
               <l>That if I would her names tell,</l>
               <l>All to long muſt I dwell.</l>
               <l>And next him on a piller ſtood,</l>
               <l>Of Sulphure, liche as he were wood,</l>
               <l>Dan Claudian, ſothe for to tell,</l>
               <l>That bare vp all the fame of hell,</l>
               <l>Of Pluto, and of Proſerpine,</l>
               <l>That Queene is of the derke pine,</l>
               <l>What ſhould I more tell of this,</l>
               <l>The hall was all full iwis,</l>
               <l>Of hem that written old jeſtes,</l>
               <l>As been on trees Rokes neſtes,</l>
               <l>But it a full confuſe mattere</l>
               <l>Were all theſe jeſtes for to here,</l>
               <l>That they of write, and how they hight.</l>
               <l>But while that I beheld this ſight,</l>
               <l>I herde a noiſe approchen bliue,</l>
               <l>That fareth as Bees done in an hiue,</l>
               <l>Ayenſt her time of out flying,</l>
               <l>Right ſoch a maner murmuring,</l>
               <l>For all the world it ſeemed mee.</l>
               <l>Tho gan I looke about and ſee,</l>
               <l>That there come entring into the hall,</l>
               <l>A right great company withall,</l>
               <l>And that of ſondry regions,</l>
               <l>Of all kind of condicions,</l>
               <l>That dwell in yearth vnder the Moone,</l>
               <l>Poore and riche, and all ſo ſoone</l>
               <l>As they were come into the hall,</l>
               <l>They gan on knees doune to fall,</l>
               <l>Before this ilke noble Queene,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, graunt vs Lady ſheene,</l>
               <l>Eche of vs of thy grace a bone,</l>
               <l>And ſome of hem ſhe graunted ſone,</l>
               <l>And ſome ſhe warned well and faire,</l>
               <l>And ſome ſhe graunted the contraire</l>
               <l>Of her asking vtterly:</l>
               <l>But this I ſay you truely,</l>
               <l>What her grace was, I niſt,</l>
               <l>For of theſe folke full well I wiſt,</l>
               <l>They had good fame eche deſerued,</l>
               <l>Although they were diuerſly ſerued,</l>
               <l>Right as her ſiſter dame Fortune</l>
               <l>Is wont to ſerue in commune.</l>
               <l>Now herken how ſhe gan to pay</l>
               <l>Hem that gan her of grace pray,</l>
               <l>And yet lo, all this companie</l>
               <l>Saiden ſoth, and not a lie.</l>
               <l>Madame, ſaid they, we bee</l>
               <l>Folke that here beſechen thee,</l>
               <l>That thou graunt vs now good fame,</l>
               <l>And let our workes haue good name,</l>
               <l>In full recompenſacioun</l>
               <l>Of good worke, giue vs good renoun.</l>
               <l>I warne it you (qd. ſhe) anone,</l>
               <l>Ye get of me good fame none,</l>
               <l>By God, and therefore go your way.</l>
               <l>Alas (qd. they) and welaway,</l>
               <l>Tell vs what your cauſe may be.</l>
               <l>For me liſt it not (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>No wight ſhall ſpeake of you iwis,</l>
               <l>Good ne harme, ne that ne this.</l>
               <l>And with that worde ſhe gan to call</l>
               <l>Her meſſenger that was in hall,</l>
               <l>And bad that he ſhould faſte gone,</l>
               <l>Vpon paine to be blind anone,</l>
               <l>For Eolus the god of Winde,</l>
               <l>In Trace there ye ſhall him finde,</l>
               <l>And bid him bring his clarioun,</l>
               <l>That is full diuers of his ſoun,</l>
               <l>And it is cleped cleare Laude,</l>
               <l>With which he wont is to heraude</l>
               <l>Hem that me liſt ypraiſed bee:</l>
               <l>And alſo bid him how that hee</l>
               <l>Bring eke his other clarioun,</l>
               <l>That height Sclaunder in euery toun,</l>
               <l>With which he wont is to diffame</l>
               <l>Hem that me liſt, and doe hem ſhame.</l>
               <l>This meſſenger gan faſt to gone,</l>
               <l>And found where in a caue of ſtone,</l>
               <l>In a countree that height Trace,</l>
               <l>This Eolus with harde grace,</l>
               <l>Helde the Windes in diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>And gan hem vnder him to preſſe,</l>
               <l>That they gone as the Beres rore,</l>
               <l>He bound and preſſed hem ſo ſore.</l>
               <l>This meſſenger gan faſt crie,</l>
               <l>Riſe vp (qd. he) and faſt thee hie,</l>
               <l>Till thou at my Lady bee,</l>
               <l>And take thy clarious eke with thee,</l>
               <l>And ſpeed thee faſt: and he anone,</l>
               <l>Tooke to one that hight Tritone,</l>
               <l>His clarions to bearen tho,</l>
               <l>And let a certaine winde go,</l>
               <l>That blewe ſo hidouſly and hie,</l>
               <l>That it ne left not a skie</l>
               <l>In all the Welken long and brode.</l>
               <l>This Eolus no where and brode,</l>
               <l>Till he was come to Fames feete,</l>
               <l>And eke the man that Triton heete,</l>
               <l>And there he ſtode as ſtill as ſtone,</l>
               <l>And herewithall there came anone</l>
               <l>Another huge companie</l>
               <l>Of good folke and gan to crie,</l>
               <l>Lady, graunt vs now good Fame,</l>
               <l>And let our workes haue that name,</l>
               <l>Now in honour of gentilneſſe,</l>
               <l>And alſo God your ſoule bleſſe,</l>
               <l>
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For we han well deſerued it,</l>
               <l>Therefore is right that we be quit.</l>
               <l>As thriue I (qd. ſhe) ye ſhall fayle,</l>
               <l>Good workes ſhall you not auayle,</l>
               <l>To haue of me good Fame as now,</l>
               <l>But wote ye what, I graunt you,</l>
               <l>That ye ſhall haue a ſhrewd name,</l>
               <l>And wicked loos and worſe fame,</l>
               <l>Though ye good loos haue well deſerued,</l>
               <l>Now goeth your way for you been ſerued:</l>
               <l>And thou Dan Eolus (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>Take forth thy trumpe anone let ſee,</l>
               <l>That is ycleped Sclaunder light,</l>
               <l>And blow her loos, that euery wight</l>
               <l>Speake of hem harme and ſhreudneſſe,</l>
               <l>In ſtede of good and worthineſſe,</l>
               <l>For thou ſhalt trumpe all the contraire,</l>
               <l>Of that they haue done well and faire.</l>
               <l>Alas thought I, what auentures</l>
               <l>Haue theſe ſory creatures,</l>
               <l>That they among all the pres,</l>
               <l>Should thus be ſhamed giltles?</l>
               <l>But what, it muſt needes be.</l>
               <l>What did this Eolus, but he</l>
               <l>Tooke out his blacke trumpe of bras,</l>
               <l>That fouler than the Deuill was,</l>
               <l>And gan this trompe for to blow,</l>
               <l>As all the world ſhould ouerthrow,</l>
               <l>Throughout euery regioun,</l>
               <l>Went this foule trumpes ſoun,</l>
               <l>As ſwifte as a pellet out of a gonne,</l>
               <l>When fire is in the pouder ronne,</l>
               <l>And ſoch a ſmoke gan out wende,</l>
               <l>Out of the foule trumpes ende,</l>
               <l>Blacke, blue, greniſhe, ſwartiſh, rede,</l>
               <l>As doth where that men melte lede,</l>
               <l>Lo, all on hie from the tewell,</l>
               <l>And thereto one thing ſaw I well,</l>
               <l>That the ferther that it ranne,</l>
               <l>The greater wexen it beganne,</l>
               <l>As doth the riuer from a well,</l>
               <l>And it ſtanke as the pitte of hell,</l>
               <l>Alas, thus was her ſhame yrong,</l>
               <l>And giltleſſe on euery tong.</l>
               <l>Tho came the third companie,</l>
               <l>And gone vp to the dees to hie,</l>
               <l>And doune on knees they fell anone,</l>
               <l>And ſaiden, we been euerichone</l>
               <l>Folke that han full truely</l>
               <l>Deſerued fame rightfully,</l>
               <l>And prayed you it might be know,</l>
               <l>Right as it is and forth blow.</l>
               <l>I graunt (qd. ſhe) for now me liſt</l>
               <l>That your good workes ſhall be wiſt,</l>
               <l>And yet ye ſhall haue better loos,</l>
               <l>Right in diſpite of all your foos,</l>
               <l>Than worthy is, and that anone:</l>
               <l>Let now (qd. ſhe) thy trumpe gone,</l>
               <l>Thou Eolus that is ſo blacke,</l>
               <l>And out thine other trumpe take</l>
               <l>That hight Laude, and blow it ſo</l>
               <l>That through the world her fame go,</l>
               <l>All eaſely and not too faſt,</l>
               <l>That it be knowen at the laſt.</l>
               <l>Full gladly Lady mine he ſaied,</l>
               <l>And out his trumpe of gold he braied</l>
               <l>Anone, and ſet it to his mouth,</l>
               <l>And blewe it Eaſt, Weſt, and South,</l>
               <l>And North, as loude as any thonder,</l>
               <l>That euery wight hath of it wonder,</l>
               <l>So brode it ran or that it ſtent,</l>
               <l>And certes all the breath that went</l>
               <l>Out of his trumpes mouth ſmelde,</l>
               <l>As men a potte full of baume helde</l>
               <l>Among a basket full of roſes,</l>
               <l>This fauour did he to her loſes.</l>
               <l>And right with this I gan eſpie,</l>
               <l>There came the fowerth companie,</l>
               <l>But certaine they were wonder fewe,</l>
               <l>And gonne to ſtanden on a rewe,</l>
               <l>And ſaiden, certes Lady bright,</l>
               <l>We haue done well with all our might,</l>
               <l>But we ne keepe to haue fame,</l>
               <l>Hide our workes and our name,</l>
               <l>For Goddes loue, for certes wee</l>
               <l>Haue ſurely done it for bountee,</l>
               <l>And for no manner other thing.</l>
               <l>I graunt you all your asking,</l>
               <l>(Qd. ſhe) let your workes be dedde.</l>
               <l>With that about I tourned my hedde,</l>
               <l>And ſawe anone the fifth rout</l>
               <l>That to this Lady gan lout,</l>
               <l>And doune on knees anone to fall,</l>
               <l>And to her tho beſoughten all,</l>
               <l>To hiden her good workes eke,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, they yeue not a leke</l>
               <l>For no fame, ne ſoch renoun,</l>
               <l>For they for contemplacioun,</l>
               <l>And Goddes loue had it wrought,</l>
               <l>Ne of fame would they nought.</l>
               <l>What (qd. ſhe) and be ye wood,</l>
               <l>And wene ye for to do good,</l>
               <l>And for to haue of that no fame,</l>
               <l>Haue ye diſpite to haue my name,</l>
               <l>Nay ye ſhall lien euerichone:</l>
               <l>Blowe thy trumpe and that anone,</l>
               <l>(Qd. ſhe) thou Eolus I hote,</l>
               <l>And ring theſe folkes workes by note,</l>
               <l>That all the world may of it heare:</l>
               <l>And he gan blowe her loos ſo cleare,</l>
               <l>In his golden clarioun,</l>
               <l>Through the worlde went the ſoun,</l>
               <l>Alſo kindly and eke ſo ſoft,</l>
               <l>That their fame was blowe aloft.</l>
               <l>Tho came the ſixt companie,</l>
               <l>And gan faſt to Fame crie,</l>
               <l>Right verely in this manere,</l>
               <l>They ſaiden, mercy Lady dere,</l>
               <l>To tell certain as it is,</l>
               <l>We haue done neither that ne this,</l>
               <l>But idell all our life hath be,</l>
               <l>But natheleſſe yet pray we,</l>
               <l>That we may haue as good a fame,</l>
               <l>And great renome and knowen name,</l>
               <l>As they that haue do noble jeſtes,</l>
               <l>And acheued all her queſtes,</l>
               <l>As well of loue as other thing,</l>
               <l>All was vs neuer broche ne ring,</l>
               <l>Ne els what fro women ſent,</l>
               <l>Ne ones in her hert yment,</l>
               <l>To maken vs onely frendly chere,</l>
               <l>But mought temen vs on bere,</l>
               <l>
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Yet let vs to the people ſeeme</l>
               <l>Soch as the world may of vs deeme,</l>
               <l>That women louen vs for wood,</l>
               <l>It ſhall do us as moch good,</l>
               <l>And to our harte as moch auaile,</l>
               <l>The counterpeiſe, eaſe, and trauaile,</l>
               <l>As we had won with labour,</l>
               <l>For that is dere bought honour,</l>
               <l>At regard of our great eaſe:</l>
               <l>And yet ye muſt us more pleaſe,</l>
               <l>Let us be hold eke therto,</l>
               <l>Worthy, wiſe, and good alſo,</l>
               <l>And rich, and happy vnto loue.</l>
               <l>For Goddes loue that ſitteth aboue,</l>
               <l>Though we may not the body haue</l>
               <l>Of women, yet ſo god me ſaue,</l>
               <l>Let men glewe on vs the name,</l>
               <l>Suffiſeth that we have the fame.</l>
               <l>I graunt (qd. ſhe) by my trouth,</l>
               <l>Now Eolius withouten ſlouth,</l>
               <l>Take out thy trumpe of gold (qd. ſhe)</l>
               <l>And blowe as they haue asked me,</l>
               <l>That euery man wene hem at eaſe,</l>
               <l>Though they go in full badde leaſe,</l>
               <l>This Eolus-gan it ſo blowe,</l>
               <l>That through the world it was i know.</l>
               <l>Tho came the ſeuenth route anone,</l>
               <l>And fill on knees euerichone,</l>
               <l>And ſayed, Lady graunt vs ſoone,</l>
               <l>The ſame thing, the ſame boone,</l>
               <l>That this nexte folke haue done.</l>
               <l>Fie on you (qd. ſhe) euerichone,</l>
               <l>Ye maſtie ſwine, ye idle wretches,</l>
               <l>Full of rotten ſlow tetches,</l>
               <l>What falſe theeues where ye wold,</l>
               <l>Been famed good, and nothing nold</l>
               <l>Deſerue why, ne neuer thought,</l>
               <l>Men rather you to hangen ought,</l>
               <l>* For ye be like the ſlepie Cat,</l>
               <l>That would haue fiſh: but woſt thou what?</l>
               <l>He woll nothing weate his clawes,</l>
               <l>Euil thrifte come to your iawes,</l>
               <l>And on myne, if I it graunt,</l>
               <l>Or do fauour you to auaunt.</l>
               <l>Then Eolus, thou kyng of Thrace,</l>
               <l>Go blowe this folke a ſorie grace,</l>
               <l>Qd. ſhe, anone, and woſt thou how,</l>
               <l>As I ſhall tell thee right now,</l>
               <l>Say theſe ben they that would honour</l>
               <l>Haue, and do no kins labour,</l>
               <l>Ne do no good, and yet haue laude,</l>
               <l>And that men wende that belle I ſaude,</l>
               <l>Ne coude hem not of loue werne,</l>
               <l>And yet ſhe that grint at querne,</l>
               <l>Is all too good to eaſe her herte.</l>
               <l>This Eolus anone vp ſterte,</l>
               <l>And with his blacke clarioun</l>
               <l>He gan to blaſen out a ſoun,</l>
               <l>As loude as belleth winde in hell,</l>
               <l>And eke therewith ſothe to tell,</l>
               <l>This ſowne was ſo full of iapes,</l>
               <l>As euer mowes were in apes,</l>
               <l>And that went all the world about,</l>
               <l>That euery wight gan on hem ſhout,</l>
               <l>And for to laugh as they were wood,</l>
               <l>Soch game found they in her hood.</l>
               <l>Tho came another company,</l>
               <l>That had ydone the trechery,</l>
               <l>The harme and great wickedneſſe,</l>
               <l>That any herte couden geſſe,</l>
               <l>And prayed her to haue good fame,</l>
               <l>And that ſhe nolde do hem no ſhame,</l>
               <l>But giue hem loos and good renoun,</l>
               <l>And do it blowe in clarioun.</l>
               <l>Nay wis, qd. ſhe, it were a vice,</l>
               <l>Al b<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> there in me no iuſtice,</l>
               <l>Me<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ſt not to do it now,</l>
               <l>Ne this I nill graunt it you.</l>
               <l>Tho came there leaping in a rout,</l>
               <l>And gan clappen all about,</l>
               <l>Euery man vpon the crowne</l>
               <l>That all the hall gan to ſowne,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, lady lefe and dere,</l>
               <l>We ben ſoch folkes as ye may here,</l>
               <l>To tell all the tale aright,</l>
               <l>We hen ſhrewes every wight,</l>
               <l>And haue delite in wickedneſſe,</l>
               <l>As good folke haue in goodneſſe,</l>
               <l>And ioy to been knowen ſhrewes,</l>
               <l>And full vice and wicked thewes,</l>
               <l>Wherefore we pray you on a rowe,</l>
               <l>That our fame be ſoch yknow,</l>
               <l>In all things right as it is.</l>
               <l>I graunt it you, qd. ſhe, ywis,</l>
               <l>But what art thou that ſaieſt this tale,</l>
               <l>That weareſt on thy hoſe a pale,</l>
               <l>And on thy tippet ſoch a bell?</l>
               <l>Madame, qd. he, ſothe to tell,</l>
               <l>I am that ilke ſhrewe iwis</l>
               <l>That brent the temple of Iſidis</l>
               <l>In Athenes, lo that citee.</l>
               <l>And wherefore diddeſt thou ſo, qd. ſhe?</l>
               <l>By my trouth, qd. he, madame,</l>
               <l>I wolde faine haue had a name,</l>
               <l>As other folke had in the towne,</l>
               <l>Although they were of great renowne</l>
               <l>For her vertue and her thewes,</l>
               <l>Thought I, as great fame haue ſhrewes:</l>
               <l>(Though it be nought) for ſhrewdneſſe,</l>
               <l>As good folke haue for goodneſſe,</l>
               <l>And ſithen I may not haue that one,</l>
               <l>That other nyll I not forgone,</l>
               <l>As for to get a fame here,</l>
               <l>The temple ſet I all on fire.</l>
               <l>Now done our loos be blowe ſwithe,</l>
               <l>As wiſely be thou euer blithe.</l>
               <l>Gladly, qd. ſhe, thou Eolus,</l>
               <l>Hereſſ thou not what they prayen vs,</l>
               <l>Madame yes, full well, qd. he,</l>
               <l>And I will trumpen it parde:</l>
               <l>And tooke his blacke trumpe faſt,</l>
               <l>And gan to puffen and to blaſt,</l>
               <l>Till it was at the worlds end.</l>
               <l>With that I gan about wend,</l>
               <l>For one that ſtode right at my backe,</l>
               <l>Me thought full goodly to me ſpake,</l>
               <l>And ſaid, frende what is thy name?</l>
               <l>Arte thou come hider to haue fame?</l>
               <l>Nay forſothe frende, qd. I,</l>
               <l>I come not hither, graunt mercy,</l>
               <l>For no ſoch cauſe by my heed,</l>
               <l>Suffiſeth me as I were deed,</l>
               <l>
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That no wight haue my name in honde</l>
               <l>I wot my ſelfe beſt how I ſtonde,</l>
               <l>For what I drie or what I thinke,</l>
               <l>I woll my ſelfe all it drinke,</l>
               <l>Certaine for the more part,</l>
               <l>As ferforth as I can mine art.</l>
               <l>What doſt thou here then (qd. he?)</l>
               <l>(Qd. I) that woll I tell thee,</l>
               <l>The cauſe why I ſtand here,</l>
               <l>Some new tidings for to lere,</l>
               <l>Some new thing, I not what,</l>
               <l>Tidings eyther this or that,</l>
               <l>Of loue, or ſuch things glade,</l>
               <l>For certainely he that me made</l>
               <l>To come hyder, ſaid to mee</l>
               <l>I ſholde bothe heare and ſee,</l>
               <l>In this place wonde<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> things,</l>
               <l>But theſe be no ſoch tidings</l>
               <l>As I meant of: No (qd. he)</l>
               <l>And I anſwerde no parde,</l>
               <l>For well I wote euer yet,</l>
               <l>Sith that firſt I had wit,</l>
               <l>That ſome folke han deſired fame,</l>
               <l>Diuerſly, and loos and name,</l>
               <l>But certainly I niſt how,</l>
               <l>Ne where that fame dwelled or now,</l>
               <l>Ne eke of her deſcripcion,</l>
               <l>Ne alſo her condicion,</l>
               <l>Ne the order of her dome,</l>
               <l>Knew I not till I hider come.</l>
               <l>Why then be lo theſe tidings,</l>
               <l>That thou now hether brings,</l>
               <l>That thou haſt herde (qd. he) to mee,</l>
               <l>But now no force for well I ſee</l>
               <l>What thou deſireſt for to lere,</l>
               <l>Come forth and ſtande no lenger here,</l>
               <l>And I woll thee without drede,</l>
               <l>Into ſoch another place lede,</l>
               <l>There thou ſhalt here many one.</l>
               <l>Tho gan I forth with him gone,</l>
               <l>Out of the caſtell ſothe to ſey.</l>
               <l>Tho ſawe I ſtand in a valey,</l>
               <l>Vnder the caſtell faſt by,</l>
               <l>An houſe, that <hi>domus Dedali,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>That Laborintus ycleped is,</l>
               <l>Nas made ſo wonderly ywis,</l>
               <l>Ne halfe ſo queintly ywrought,</l>
               <l>And euermo, as ſwift as thought,</l>
               <l>This queint houſe about went,</l>
               <l>That neuermo it ſtill ſtent,</l>
               <l>And there came out ſo great a noyſe,</l>
               <l>That had it ſtonde upon Dyſe,</l>
               <l>Men might haue heard it eaſily</l>
               <l>To Rome, I trowe ſikerly,</l>
               <l>And the noiſe which that I herde,</l>
               <l>For all the world right ſo it ferde,</l>
               <l>As doth the routing of the ſtone,</l>
               <l>That fro thengin is letyn gone.</l>
               <l>And all this houſe of which I rede,</l>
               <l>Was made of twigges, ſalow, rede,</l>
               <l>And green eke, and ſome were white,</l>
               <l>Such as men to the cages twhite,</l>
               <l>Or maken of theſe paniers,</l>
               <l>Or els hutches or doſſers,</l>
               <l>That for the ſwough and for the twigges,</l>
               <l>This houſe was alſo full of gigges,</l>
               <l>And alſo full eke of chickinges,</l>
               <l>And of many other werkings,</l>
               <l>And eke this houſe hath of entrees</l>
               <l>As many as leues ben on trees,</l>
               <l>In ſommer when they been greene,</l>
               <l>And on the rofe yet men may ſeene</l>
               <l>A thouſand holes, and wel mo,</l>
               <l>To letten the ſowne out go,</l>
               <l>And by day in euery tide</l>
               <l>Bene all the dores open wide,</l>
               <l>And by night eche one unſhet,</l>
               <l>Ne porter is there none to let</l>
               <l>No maner tidings in to pace,</l>
               <l>Ne neuer reſt is in that place,</l>
               <l>That it nis filled full of tidings,</l>
               <l>Eyther loude or of whiſperings,</l>
               <l>And euer all the houſes angles,</l>
               <l>Is ful of rownings and of iangles,</l>
               <l>Of werres, of peace, of mariages,</l>
               <l>Of reſtes, and of labour, of viages,</l>
               <l>Of abode, of death, and of lyfe,</l>
               <l>Of loue, of hate, accord, of ſtrife,</l>
               <l>Of loſſe, of lore, and of winnings,</l>
               <l>Of heale, of ſickneſſe, or of leſings,</l>
               <l>Of faire wether, and eke of tempeſts,</l>
               <l>Of qualme, of folke, and of beeſts,</l>
               <l>Of diuers tranſmutacions,</l>
               <l>Of eſtates and eke of regions,</l>
               <l>Of truſt, of drede, of iaſouſie,</l>
               <l>Of witte, of winning, of folie,</l>
               <l>Of plenty, and of great famine,</l>
               <l>Of chepe, derth, and of ruine,</l>
               <l>Of good or miſgouernement,</l>
               <l>Of fire, and of diuers accident.</l>
               <l>And lo, this houſe of which I write,</l>
               <l>Syker be ye it nas not lite,</l>
               <l>For it was ſixtie myle of length,</l>
               <l>Al was the tymber of no ſtrength,</l>
               <l>Yet it is founded to endure,</l>
               <l>While that it lift to auenture,</l>
               <l>That is the mother of tidings,</l>
               <l>As the ſea of welles and ſprings,</l>
               <l>And it was ſhapen lyke a cage.</l>
               <l>Certes (qd. I) in all mine age,</l>
               <l>Ne ſaw I ſoch an houſe as this,</l>
               <l>And as I wondred me ywis,</l>
               <l>Vpon this houſe tho ware was I,</l>
               <l>How mine Egle faſt by,</l>
               <l>Was perched hie upon a ſtone,</l>
               <l>And I gan ſtreight to him gone,</l>
               <l>And ſaid thus, I pray thee</l>
               <l>That thou a while abide mee</l>
               <l>For goddes loue, and let me ſeene</l>
               <l>What wonders in that place bene,</l>
               <l>For yet paraunter I may lere</l>
               <l>Some good therein, or ſomewhat here,</l>
               <l>That lefe me were, or that I went.</l>
               <l>Peter that is now mine entent,</l>
               <l>(Qd. he to me) therefore I dwell,</l>
               <l>But certaine one thing I thee tell,</l>
               <l>That but I bryng thee therin,</l>
               <l>Ne ſhall thou neuer conne the gin,</l>
               <l>To come into it out of doubt,</l>
               <l>So faſte it whirleth lo about,</l>
               <l>But ſith that Ioues of his grace,</l>
               <l>As I haue ſaid will the ſolace,</l>
               <l>
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Finally with theſe things</l>
               <l>Vncouth ſighes and tidings,</l>
               <l>To paſſe with thine euineſſe,</l>
               <l>Soch routh hath he of thy diſtreſſe,</l>
               <l>That thou ſuffredeſt debonairly,</l>
               <l>And woſte they ſeluen vtterly,</l>
               <l>Deſperate of all bliſſe,</l>
               <l>Sith that fortune hath made a miſſe,</l>
               <l>The ſwete of all thine hertes reſt,</l>
               <l>Languiſh and eke in poynt to breſt,</l>
               <l>But he through his mighty melite,</l>
               <l>Wil do thee eaſe, al be it lite,</l>
               <l>And gaue in expreſſe commaundement,</l>
               <l>To which I am obedient,</l>
               <l>To fo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ther thee with all my might,</l>
               <l>And wiſh and teach thee aright,</l>
               <l>Where thou maiſt moſt tidings here,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt here many one lere.</l>
               <l>With this word he right anone,</l>
               <l>Hent me up bytwene his tone,</l>
               <l>And at a window in me brought,</l>
               <l>That in this houſe was as me thought,</l>
               <l>And therewithall me thought it ſtent,</l>
               <l>And nothing it about went,</l>
               <l>And me ſet in the floore adoun</l>
               <l>But ſuch a great congregacioun</l>
               <l>Of folke as I ſawe rome about,</l>
               <l>Some within and ſome without,</l>
               <l>Nas neuer ſeene, ne ſhall be efte</l>
               <l>That certes in this world nis lefte,</l>
               <l>So many formed by nature,</l>
               <l>Ne need ſo many a creature,</l>
               <l>That wel vnneth in that place</l>
               <l>Had I a foote brede of ſpace,</l>
               <l>And euery wight that I ſawe there,</l>
               <l>Rowned euerich in others cere,</l>
               <l>A new tiding priuely,</l>
               <l>Or els he told it all openly</l>
               <l>Right thus, and ſaid: Noſt nat thou</l>
               <l>That is betidde, lo right now.</l>
               <l>Not (qd. he) tell me what,</l>
               <l>And then he told him this and that,</l>
               <l>And ſwore thereto that it was ſoth,</l>
               <l>Thus hath he ſaid, and thus he doth,</l>
               <l>And this ſhal be, and thus herde I ſay,</l>
               <l>That ſhal be found that dare I lay:</l>
               <l>That all the folke that is on liue,</l>
               <l>Ne haue the conning to diſcriue,</l>
               <l>Tho thinges that I herde there,</l>
               <l>What a loude, and what in eere,</l>
               <l>But all the wonder moſt was this,</l>
               <l>When one had herd a thing ywis,</l>
               <l>He came ſtreight to another wight</l>
               <l>And gan him tellen anon right,</l>
               <l>The ſame that him was told</l>
               <l>Or it a forlong way was old,</l>
               <l>And gan ſomewhat for to eche</l>
               <l>To this tiding in his ſpeche,</l>
               <l>More than euer it ſpoken was,</l>
               <l>And nat ſo ſone departed nas</l>
               <l>Tho fro him that he ne mette</l>
               <l>With the third, and erhe ſette</l>
               <l>Any ſtound he told hym alſe,</l>
               <l>Where the tidings ſothe or falſe,</l>
               <l>Yet wold he tell it natheles,</l>
               <l>And euermore with mo encrees,</l>
               <l>Then it was erſt: thus north and ſouth,</l>
               <l>Went euery tiding fro mouth to mouth,</l>
               <l>And that encreaſing euermo,</l>
               <l>As fire is wont to quicken and go</l>
               <l>From a ſparcle ſprongen amis,</l>
               <l>Till a citie brent vp is.</l>
               <l>And when that was full vp ſprong,</l>
               <l>And waxen more on euery tonge</l>
               <l>Than euer it was, and went anone</l>
               <l>Vp to a window out to gone,</l>
               <l>Or but it might out there paſſe,</l>
               <l>It gan out crepe at ſome creuaſſe,</l>
               <l>And flewe forth faſt for the nones.</l>
               <l>And ſometime I ſaw there at ones,</l>
               <l>A leaſing and a ſadde ſothe ſawe,</l>
               <l>That gonnen of auenture drawe,</l>
               <l>Out at a window for to pace,</l>
               <l>And when they metten in that place,</l>
               <l>They were achecked both two,</l>
               <l>And neyther of them might out go,</l>
               <l>For ech other they gonne ſo croude</l>
               <l>Till ech of hem gan crien loude,</l>
               <l>Let me gone firſt, nay but let mee,</l>
               <l>And here I woll enſuren thee,</l>
               <l>With vowes that thou wolt do ſo,</l>
               <l>That I ſhall neuer fro thee go,</l>
               <l>But be thine owne ſworne brother,</l>
               <l>We woll meddle vs eche in other,</l>
               <l>That no man be he neuer ſo wrothe,</l>
               <l>Shall haue one two, but bothe</l>
               <l>At ones, as beſide his leue,</l>
               <l>Come we a morowe or on eue,</l>
               <l>But we cryde or ſtill yrowned:</l>
               <l>Thus ſaw I ſalfe and ſoth compowned,</l>
               <l>Togider flie for o tiding,</l>
               <l>Thus out at holes gonne wring,</l>
               <l>Euery ridyng ſtreight to Fame,</l>
               <l>And ſhe gan yeue eche his name,</l>
               <l>After her diſpoſicion,</l>
               <l>And yeue hem eke duracion,</l>
               <l>Some to wexe and wane ſoone,</l>
               <l>As doth the faire white moone,</l>
               <l>And let hem gonne, there might I ſeen</l>
               <l>Winged wonders faſt flien,</l>
               <l>Twenty thouſand in a route,</l>
               <l>As Eolus hem blewe aboute,</l>
               <l>And lord this houſe in all times</l>
               <l>Was full of ſhipmen and pilgrimes,</l>
               <l>With ſcrippes brette full of leaſings,</l>
               <l>Entermelled with tidings,</l>
               <l>And eke alone by hem ſelue.</l>
               <l>O many thouſand times twelue</l>
               <l>Saw I eke of theſe paadoners,</l>
               <l>Currours, and eke meſſaungers,</l>
               <l>With boxes crommed full of lies</l>
               <l>As euer veſſell was with lies.</l>
               <l>And as I alther faſteſt went</l>
               <l>About, and did all mine entent,</l>
               <l>Me for to playen and for to lere,</l>
               <l>And eke a tiding for to here,</l>
               <l>That I had herde of ſome countree</l>
               <l>That ſhall not now be told for mee,</l>
               <l>For it no need is redely</l>
               <l>Folke can ſing it bet than I,</l>
               <l>For al mote out late or rathe,</l>
               <l>All the ſheues in the fathe.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="484" facs="tcp:51487:262"/>
I herde a great noiſe withall</l>
               <l>In a corner of the hall,</l>
               <l>There men of loue tidings told</l>
               <l>And I gan thitherward behold,</l>
               <l>For I ſaw renning euery wight,</l>
               <l>As faſt as that they hadden might,</l>
               <l>And everich cride what thing is that,</l>
               <l>And ſome ſaid I not neuer what,</l>
               <l>And when they were all on a hepe,</l>
               <l>Tho behind gonne up lepe,</l>
               <l>And clamben up on other faſte</l>
               <l>And up the noyſe on highen caſte,</l>
               <l>And treden faſt on others heles</l>
               <l>And ſtampe as men done after eles.</l>
               <l>At the laſt I ſaw a man,</l>
               <l>Which that I nought ne can,</l>
               <l>But he ſeemed for to be</l>
               <l>A man of great auctorite.</l>
               <l>And therewithall I abraide</l>
               <l>Out of my ſlepe halfe afraide,</l>
               <l>Remembring well what I had ſene</l>
               <l>And how hie and ferre I had bene</l>
               <l>In my gooſt, and had great wonder</l>
               <l>Of that the god of thonder</l>
               <l>Had let me knowen, and began to write</l>
               <l>Like as ye have herd me endite,</l>
               <l>Wherefore to ſtudy and rede alway,</l>
               <l>I purpoſe to do day by day.</l>
               <l>Thus in dreaming and in game,</l>
               <l>Endeth this litell booke of Fame.</l>
            </div>
            <trailer>¶Here endeth the booke of Fame.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div n="Testament of Love" type="work">
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>The Prologue of the Teſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
of Love.</head>
               <p>MAny men there been, that with eres
openly ſprad, ſo moch ſwalowen
the deliciouſneſſe of ieſtes and of
ryme, by queint knitting coloures,
that of the goodneſſe or of the badneſſe of
the ſentence, take they litle hede or els none.</p>
               <p>Sothely dull witte and a thoughtful ſoule
ſo ſore haue mined &amp; graffed in my ſpirites,
that ſoch craft of enditing woll nat been of
my acquaintaunce. And for rude wordes &amp;
boiſtous percen the hart of the herer to the in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teſt
point, and planten there the ſentence of
thinges, ſo that with littel helpe it is able to
ſpring. This booke that nothing hath of the
great flood of witte, ne of ſemeliche colours,
is doluen with rude wordes and boiſtous,
and ſo drawe togider to maken the catchers
therof ben the more ready to hent ſentence.</p>
               <p>Some men there been that painten with
colours rich, &amp; ſome with vers, as with red
inke, &amp; ſome with coles &amp; chalke: And yet is
there good matter to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> leude people of thilke
chalkie purtreyture, as hem thinketh for the
time, and afterward the ſight of the better
colours yeuen to hem more joye for the firſt
leudneſſe. So ſoothly this leude clowdy oc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cupation
is not to praiſe, but by the leud, for
commenly leude leudneſſe commendeth. Eke
it ſhall yeue ſight, that other precious things
ſhall be the more in reuerence. In Latin and
French hath many ſoueraine wits had great
delite to endite, and haue many noble things
fulfilde, but certes there been ſome that ſpea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
their poiſie mater in French, of which
ſpeche the French men haue as good a fanta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſie
as we haue in hearing of French mens
Engliſh. And many terms there ben in En<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gliſh,
which unneth we Engliſh men connen
declare the knowledging: How ſhould then
a french man borne ſuch termes conne ium<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pere
in his matter, but as the Iay chater<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
Engliſh, right ſo truly the underſtand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
of Engliſh men wol not ſtretch to the
priuie termes in Frenche, what ſo euer we
boſten of ſtraunge langage. Let then Clerks
enditen in Latin, for they haue the propertie
of ſcience, and the knowing in that facultie:
and lette Frenchmen in their French alſo en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diten
their queint termes, for it is kindely to
their mouthes, &amp; let us ſhewe our fantaſies
in ſuch wordes as we learneden of our dames
tongue. And although this booke be little
thanke worthy for the leudneſſe in trauaile,
yet ſuch writings exciten men to thilk things
that been neceſſary: for euery man thereby
may as by a perpetual mirrour ſeene the vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces
or vertues of other, in which thing lightly
may be conceiued to eſcheue perils, &amp; neceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaries
to catch after, as auentures haue fal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>len
to other people or perſons. * Certes, the
ſoueraignſt thing of deſire and moſt creature
reaſonable, haue or els ſhould haue full ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>petite
to their perfection: unreaſonable beaſts
mowen not, ſith reaſon hath in hem no work<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing:
Then reaſonable that woll not, is com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pariſoned
to unreaſonable, and made like
hem. Forſooth the moſt ſoueraigne and finall
perfection of man, is in knowing of a ſooth,
withouten any entent deceiuable, and in loue
of one very God, that is inchaungeable, that
is, to know and loue his creator.</p>
               <p>Nowe principally, the meane to bring in
knowledging and louing his creatour, is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
conſideration of things made by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> creatour,
where through be thilke thynges that beene
made, underſtanding here to our wits, arne
the unſeen priueties of God, made to us ſight<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
and knowing in our contemplation and
underſtonding. Theſe things then forſooth
much bringen us to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> full knowledging ſooth,
and to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> parfite loue of the maker of heuen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
things. Lo Dauid faith: thou haſt delited
me in making: as who ſaith, to haue delite in
the tune how God hath lent me in conſidera<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
of thy making. Whereof Ariſtotle in the
booke <hi>de Animalibus,</hi> ſayth to naturel Philo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſophers:
* It is a great liking in loue of
knowing their creatour: &amp; alſo in knowing of
cauſes, in kindely things conſidered. Forſooth
the formes of kindely thynges, &amp; the ſhape,
a great kindely loue me ſhould haue to the
werkemen that hem made. * The crafte of a
werkeman is ſhewed in the werke. Herefore
<pb n="485" facs="tcp:51487:262"/>
truely the Philoſophers with a liuely ſtudye
many noble things, right precious &amp; worthie
to memorie written, and by a great ſwete and
trauaile to us leften of cauſes the proper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties
in natures of things, to which therefore
Philoſophers it was more joy, more lyking,
more heartie luſt in kindely vertues &amp; mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters
of reaſon, the perfection by buſie ſtudie
to know, than to haue had all the treaſour,
all the richeſſe, all the vaine-glory that the
paſſed Emperours, Princes, or Kings had<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den.
Therfore the names of hem in the booke
of perpetuall memorie, in vertue and peace
arne written: and in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> contrary, that is to
ſayne, in Styxe, the foule pitte of hell, arne
thilke preſſed that ſuch goodneſſe hated. And
becauſe this booke ſhall be of loue, and the
prime cauſes of ſtering in that doing with
paſſions and diſeaſes for wanting of deſire,
I will that this booke be cleaped the Teſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
of Loue.</p>
               <p>But now thou Reader, who is thilke that
will not in ſcorne laugh, to heare a dwarfe or
els halfe a man, ſay he wil rend out the ſwerd
of Hercules handes: And alſo hee ſhould ſet
Hercules gades a mile yet ferther, and over
that hee had power and ſtrength to pull up
the ſpeare that Aliſander the noble might ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver
wagge.</p>
               <p>And that paſſing all thing to been mayſter
of Fraunce by might, there as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> noble gra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious
Edward the third for all his great
proweſſe in victories ne might all yet con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quere.</p>
               <p>Certes, I wote well there ſhall be made
more ſcorne &amp; iape of me, that I ſo unwor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thely
clothed all togither in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cloudie cloude
of vnconning, will putten me in prees to
ſpeke of loue, or els of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cauſes in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> matter, ſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>then
all the greateſt clerkes han had ynough
to done, and as who laith, gathered up cleane
toforne hem, and with their ſharpe ſithes of
conning all mowen, and made there of great
rekes and noble, full of all plenties to feed me
and many another. * Enuy forſooth commen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
nought his reaſon, that he hath in haine,
be it neuer ſo truſtie. And although theſe no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
reapers, as good workmen, &amp; worthy their
hire, han all draw and bound vp in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſheues,
and made many ſhockes, yet haue I enſam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple
to gader the ſmall crums, and fullin my
wallet of tho that fallen from the bourde
among the ſmall hounds, notwithſtanding
the trauaile of the almoigner, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath drawe
vp in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cloth all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> remiſſailes, as trenchours,
and the releefe to beare to the almeſſe. Yet
alſo haue I leaue of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> noble husband Boece,
although I be a ſtranger of conning to come
after his doctrine, &amp; theſe great worke men,
and gleane my handfuls of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhedding after
their hands, &amp; if me faile ought of my full,
to encreaſe my portion with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ſhall draw
by priuities out of ſhockes: a ſlye ſeruaunt in
his owne helpe is often muche commended,
knowyng of trouth in cauſes of thyngs, was
more hardier in the firſt ſeechers, and ſo ſayth
Ariſtotle, and lighter in us that han follow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
after. For their paſſing ſtudy han freſhed
our wits, &amp; our vnderſtanding han excited,
in conſideration of trouth, by ſharpneſſe of
their reaſons. Vtterly theſe thynges be no
dreames ne yapes, to throwe to hogges, it is
lifelyche meate for children of trouth, and as
they me betiden when I pilgrimaged out of
my kithe in Winter, when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> weather out of
meaſure was boiſtous, and the wylde winde
Boreas, as his kinde asketh, with drying
colds, maked y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wawes of the Decian ſea ſo
to ariſe vnkindely ouer y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> commune bankes,
that it was in point to ſpill all the earth.</p>
               <trailer>¶Thus endeth the Prologue, and hereaf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
followeth the firſt booke of the Teſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
of Loue.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="1" type="book">
               <head>The Teſtament of Love.</head>
               <head type="sub">This book is an Imitation of Boetius de Conſolatione Philoſophiae; in the firſt part whereof, Love (by
way of Legacy) doth bequeath to all them which follow her lore, the knowledge of Truth from
Errour, whereby they may rightly judge of the Cauſes of croſs Fortune, and ſuch Adverſities as
befall them, whether in their Suits of Love, or otherwiſe, and ſo in the end obtain their wiſhed
Deſires. In this ſecond part ſhe reacheth the Knowledge of one very God our Creatour, as alſo
the State of Grace, and the State of Glory; all the which good things are figured by a Marga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite
Pearl. Chaucer did compile this book as a Comfort to himſelf after great Griefs conceived for
ſome raſh Attempts of the Commons, with whom he had joyned, and thereby was in fear to loſe
the Favour of his beſt Friends; and alſo therein to ſet end to all his Writing, being command<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
by Venus (as appeareth by Gower in the end of his eighth Book, entituled Confeſſio Amantis)
ſo to do, as one that was Venus's Clerk, even as Gower had made his Confeſſio Amantis his laſt
Work, and ſhrift of his former Offences.</head>
               <p>ALas Fortune alas, I that ſometyme
in delicious houres was wont to en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ioy
blisfull ſtoundes, am now driue
by vnhappy heauineſſe to bewaile my
ſundry euils in tene. Truly I leue, in mine
herte is writte of perdurable letters all the
ententions of lamentation that now been
ynempned: for any manner diſeaſe outward
in ſobbyng manner, ſhe weth ſorowfull yex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
from within. Thus from my comforte I
ginne to ſpill, ſith ſhe that ſhould me ſollace,
is ferre fro my preſence. Certes, her abſence
is to me an hell, my ſteruyng death thus in
wo it myneth, that endeleſſe care is through<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
<pb n="486" facs="tcp:51487:263"/>
mine heart clenched, bliſſe of my ioy,
that oft me murthed is tourned into gall,
to thinke on thing that may not at my will
in armes me hent. Mirth is chaunged into
tene, when ſwinke is ther continually, that
reſt was wont to ſoiourne and haue dwelling
place. Thus witleſſe thoughtfull, ſightleſſe
looking, I endure my pennaunce in this dark
priſon, caitiſned fro friendſhip and acquain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taunce,
and forſaken of all that any worde
dare ſpeake. Straunge hath by way of in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>truſion
made his home there me ſhould be,
if reaſon were heard as he ſhould. Neuer
the later, yet heartely ladye, precyous Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>garite,
haue mind on thy ſeruaunt, &amp; thinke
on his diſeaſe, how lightleſſe he liueth, ſithe
the beames brennende in loue of thyne eyen
arne ſo bewet, that worldes and cloud a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tweene
vs twey, wol not ſuffer my thoughts
of hem to be enlumined. Thinke that one
vertue of a Margarite precious is amongs
many other the ſorrowful to comfort yet will
of that me ſorrowful to comfort, is my luſte
to haue nought els at this time, deede ne
death, ne no manner trauyle hath no pow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>er
myne heart ſo much to fade, as ſhould to
heare of a twinckling in your diſeaſe. Ah,
God forbede that, but yet let me dey, let me
ſterue withouten any meaſure of pennaunce,
rather than myne hartely thinking comfort
in ought were diſeaſed. What may my ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uice
aueile in abſence of her, that my ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uice
ſhould accept? is this nat endleſſe ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
to thinke? Yes, yes, God wote, mine
heart breaketh nigh aſunder: howe ſhould
the ground without kindely noriture<g ref="char:punc">▪</g> brin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gen
forth any fruits? Howe ſhould a ſhippe
withouten a ſterne in the great ſea be go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerned?
How ſhould I withouten my bliſſe,
my heart, my deſire, my ioy, my goodneſſe
endure in this contrarious priſon, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thinke
euery houre in the day an hundred Winter?
Well may now Eue ſayne to me Adam, In
ſorrow fallen from wealth, driuen art thou
out of Paradiſe, with ſweate thy ſuſtenaunce
to beſwinke. Deepe in this pining pitte, with
wo I ligge yſtocked, with chaynes linked of
care and of tene. It is ſo high from thence I
lie, &amp; of the common yearth, there ne is cable
in no land maked, that might ſtretch to me,
to draw me into bliſſe, ne ſteyers to ſteye on
is none, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> without recouer endleſſe, here
to endure I wote well I purueide. O, where
art thou now friendſhip, that ſometime with
laughande chere, madeſt both face and coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenaunce
to me wardes? Truely nowe art
thou went out of towne, but euer me thin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth,
he weareth his old clothes, and that
the ſoule, in the which the life of friendſhip
was in, is drawne out from his other Spi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rits.
Now then farewell friendſhip, and
farewell felawes, me thinketh ye all han
taken your <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>eaue: no force of you all at
ones.</p>
               <p>But lady of loue, ye wote what I meane,
yet thinke on thy ſeruaunt, that for thy loue
ſpilleth, all thyngs haue I forſake, to follow,
en thyne heſtes: reward me wyth a thought,
though ye doe naught els. Remembraunce
of loue lithe ſo ſore vnder my breaſt, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> other
thought commeth not in my mynd, but glad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
to thinke on your goodneſſe, and your
merry cheare, frendes and ſorrow, to thinke
on your wretch and your daunger, from
whych Chriſt me ſaue. My great ioy it is
to haue in meditations the bounties, the
vertues, the nobley in you printed: ſorrow
and hell commen at ones, to ſuppoſe that I
be veined. Thus with care, ſorrow, and tene
am I ſhapt, meyne end with death to make.
Now good goodly thinke on this.</p>
               <p>O wretched foole that I am fallen into ſo
lowe, the heate of my brenning tene hathe
me all defaced: how ſhould ye Lady ſet
priſe on ſo foule filth? My conning is thin,
my witte is exiled, like to a foole naturell
am I compariſoned. Truely lady, but your
mercie the more were, I wote well all my
labour were in idle: your mercie then paſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth
right.</p>
               <p>God graunt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> propoſition to be verified in
me, ſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> by truſt of good hope I mow come
to the hauen of eaſe, and ſith it is impoſſible,
the colours of your qualities to chaunge: &amp;
forſooth I wote well, wemme ne ſpotte may
not abide, there ſo noble vertue haboundeth,
ſo that the defacing to you is verily imagina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble,
as countenance of goodneſſe, with encre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing
vertue, is ſo in you knit to abide by ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſary
manner, yet if the riuers might fall,
which is ayenſt kind, I wote well mine herte,
ne ſhould therfore naught flit, by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> leaſt point
of Geometrie, ſo ſadly is it fonded, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> away
from your ſeruice in loue, may he not depart,
O loue, when ſhall I been pleaſed? O chari<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie,
when ſhall I been leaſed? O good goodly,
when ſhall y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> dice tourne? O full of vertue,
doe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> chaunce of comfort vpward to fall. O
loue, when wolt thou think on thy ſeruaunt?
I can no more, but here outcaſt of al welfare,
abide y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> day of my death, or els to ſee y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſight
that might all my welling ſorrowes voide,
and of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> flood make an ebb. Theſe diſeaſes
mowen well by dureſſe of ſorrow make my
life to unbodie, and ſo for to die: but certes,
ye Ladie in a full perfection of loue, been ſo
knitte with my ſoule, that death maye not
thilke knotte unbinde ne depart, ſo that ye
and my ſaule together, as endeleſſe, in bliſſe
ſhould dwell, and there ſhall my ſoule at the
full been eaſed, that he may haue your pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſence,
to ſhew the entent of his deſires: Ah
dear God, that ſhall be a great joy. Nowe
yearthly Goddeſſe, take regarde of thy ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uaunt,
though I be feeble, for thou art wont
to prayſe them better, that would conſerue
in loue, all be he full meaner than Kings or
Princes, that woll not haue that vertue in
mind. Now precious Margarite, that with
thy noble vertue, hall drawne me into loue
firſte, me wenyng thereof to haue bliſſe, as
Galle and Aloes are ſo muche ſprong, that
<pb n="487" facs="tcp:51487:263"/>
ſauour of ſweetneſſe may I not ataſt. Alas
that your benigne eyen, in which that mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cie
ſeemeth to haue all his noriture, nill by
no way tourne the cleareneſſe of mercie to
mee wards. Alas, that your brennande ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tues,
ſhinyng amonges all folke, and enlu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>minyng
all other people, by haboundance of
encreaſing, ſheweth to me but ſmoake, and
no light. Theſe thynges to thinke in mine
heart, maketh euerye daye weepyng in myne
eyen to renne. Theſe liggen on my backe
ſo ſore, that importable burden mee ſeemeth
on me backe to be charged, it maketh mee
backeward to meue, when my ſteps by com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon
courſe euen foorth pretend: Theſe
thynges alſo on ryght ſide and left, haue
mee ſo enuolued with care, that wanuehope
of helpe is throughout mee ronne truely,
and leue that graceleſſe is my Fortune,
whyche that euer ſheweth it mee wards by a
cloudye diſeaſe, all ready to make ſtormes
of rene, and the bliſfull ſide halt ſtill away<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward,
and woll it not ſuffer to mee wards to
turne: no force, yet woll I not beene con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quered.</p>
               <p>O, alas that your nobley, ſo muche among
all other creatures, commended by flowyng
ſtreme, by all manner vertues, but there been
woonderfull, I not whyche that let the flood
to come into my ſoule, wherefore purely ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted
with ſorrow through ſought, my ſelfe I
crie on your goodneſſe, to haue pittie on this
captife, that in the inreſt degree of ſorrowe
and diſeaſe is left, and without your good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
will, from any helpe and recouery. Theſe
ſorrowes may I not ſuſteyne, but if my for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rowe
ſhoulde bee tolde, and to you wards
ſhewed, although muche ſpace is betweene
vs twayne, yet me thynketh, that by ſuche
joleinyng wordes, my diſeaſe ginneth ebbe.
Truely me thynketh, that the ſowne of my
lamentations weepyng, is right nowe flow
into youre preſence, and there cryeth after
mercye and grace, to whyche thynge mee
ſeemeth, thee lift none anſwer to yeue, but
with a deinous cheare ye commaunded it
to auoyd, but God forbid that any woord
ſhould of you ſpring, to haue ſo little ruth.
Parde, pitie and mercye in euery Marga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite
is cloſed by kinde, amongs many
other vertues, by qualities of comfort,
but comfort is to mee right naught worth,
withouten mercye and pittie of you alone,
which thynges haſtely God me graunt for
his mercye.</p>
               <p>REhearſing theſe thynges and many
other, without time or moment of
reſt, mee ſeemed for anguiſh of diſeaſe, that
all togither I was rauiſhed, I cannot tell
how, but holly all my paſſions and fee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lings
weten loſt, as it ſeemed for the
time, and ſuddainely a manner of drede
light in mee all at ones, nought ſuch feare
as folke haue of an enemie, that were
mightye, and would hem greue, or dooen
hem diſeaſe: for I trowe this is well
knowe to many perſons, that otherwhile
if a man be in his Soueraignes preſence,
a manner of feardneſſe creepeth in his
heart, not for harme, but of goodly ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jection:
namely, as menne readen that
Aungels been aferde of our Sauiour in
heauen. And parde, there ne is ne may
no paſſion of diſeaſe be, but it is to meane,
that Aungels been adradde, not by fiends
of drede, ſithen they been perfitely bliſſed,
as affection of wonderfulneſſe, and by ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vice
of obedience: ſuch ferde alſo han theſe
louers in preſence of their loues, and ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jects
aforne their Soueraines: right ſo
with ferdneſſe mine hert was caught. And
I ſuddainely aſtonied, there entered into
the place there I was lodged, a lady, the
ſeeme liche and moſt goodly to my ſight that
euer toforne appeared to any creature, and
truly in the bluſtering of her look ſhe yaue
gladneſſe &amp; comfort ſuddainly to all my wits,
and right ſo ſhee dooth to euery wight that
commeth in her preſence. And for ſhe was ſo
goodly (as me thought) mine hert began ſom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deale
to be enbolded, and wext a little hardye
to ſpeake, but yet with a quaking-voice, as I
durſt, I ſalued her, and enquired what ſhee
was, and why ſhe ſo worthie to ſight, dained
to enter into ſo foul a dungeon, and namely
a priſon, without leaue of my keepers. For
certes, although the vertue of deeds of mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cy
ſtretchen to viſiten the poor priſoners, and
hem after that faculties been had to comfort,
me ſeemed that I was ſo ferre fallen into mi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerie
and wretched hid caitifeneſſe, that mee
ſhould no precious thing neigh: and alſo tha<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>
for my ſorrow euery wight ſhould beene hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vie,
and wiſh my recouerie. But when this
lady had ſomedeale apperceiued, as well by
my wordes, as by my chere, what thought
buſied me within, with a good womanly
countenance ſhe ſaid theſe words: O my no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rie,
we neſt thou that my manner be to foryet
my friends or my ſeruaunts? Nay (qd. ſhe)
it is my full entent to viſite and comfort all
my friendſhips and allies, as well in time of
perturbation, as of moſt propertie of bliſſe, in
mee ſhall vnkindeneſſe neuer bee founden.
And alſo ſithen I haue ſo few eſpeciall true
now in theſe days, wherefore I may well at
more leiſar come to hem that me deſeruen,
and if my comming may in any thing auail,
wete well I woll come often.</p>
               <p>Now good lady (qd. I) that art ſo faire on
to looke, ryning honey be thy wordes, bliſſe of
paradiſe arne thy lookings, joy and comfort
are thy mouings, What is thy name? How is
it that in you is ſo mokell werking vertues
enpight, as me ſeemeth, &amp; in none other crea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture,
that euer ſaw I with mine eyen? My
diſciple (qd. ſhe) me wondereth of thy words,
and on thee, that for a little diſeaſe haſt foryet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
my name. Woſt thou not well that I am
Loue, that firſt thee brought to thy ſeruice? O
good Lady (qd. I) is this worſhip to thee, or to
<pb n="488" facs="tcp:51487:264"/>
thyne excellence, for to come into ſo foule a
place? Parde ſometime tho I was in proſpe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ritie,
and with forraine goods enuolued, I
had mokell to doen to drawe thee to mine ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtell,
and yet many wernings thou madeſt, ere
thou lift fully to graunt, thine home to make
at my dwelling place: and now thou com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meſt
goodly by thine owne viſe, to comfort me
with wordes, and ſo there through I ginne
remember on paſſed gladneſſe. Truly lady, I
ne wote whether I ſhall ſay welcome or none,
ſithen thy comming woll as much do mee
tene and ſorrow, as gladneſſe and mirth: ſee
why. For that me comforteth to thinke on
paſſed gladneſſe, that me anoyeth eft to be in
doing: thus thy comming both gladdeth
and teneth, and that is cauſe of much ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row:
lo lady, howe then I am comforted by
your comming: and with that I gan in tears
is diſtill, and tenderly weepe. Now certes
(qd. Loue) I ſee well (and that me overthink<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth)
that wit in thee fayleth, and art in point
to dote. Truly (qd. I) that have ye maked,
and that ever will I rue. Woteſt thou not
wel (qd. ſhe) that every ſheepheard ought by
reaſon to ſeeke his ſperkeland ſheepe that
arne ron into wilderneſſe, among buſhes and
perils, and hem to their paſture ayen bryng,
and take of hem privie buſie cure and keep<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ping?
And tho the unconning Sheep ſcat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tered,
would been loſt, renning to wilder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
and to deſerts draw, or els woulden
put himſelf to the ſwallowing Wolfe, yet
ſhall the ſhepheard, by buſineſſe and trauaile,
ſo put him forth, that he ſhall not let him be
loſt by no way. * A good ſheepheard putteth
rather his life to be loſt for his ſheepe.</p>
               <p>But for thou ſhalt not wene me, being of
werſe condicion, truly for everiche of my folk,
and for all tho that to me ward be knit in any
condicion, I woll rather die than ſuffer hem
through errour to been ſpilt. For me liſt, and
it me liketh, of all mine a Shepheardeſſe to be
cleaped. Woſt thou not well, I failed never
wight, but he me refuſed, and would negli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gently
go with unkindneſſe? And yet parde,
have I many ſuch holpe and releved, and they
have oft me beguiled, but ever at the end it
diſcended in their own necks. Haſt thou not
radde how kind I was to Paris, Priamus
ſon of Troy? How Iaſon me falſed for all his
fals beheſt? How Seſars ſonke, I left it for
no tene, till he was troned in my bliſſe for his
ſervice. What (qd. ſhe) moſt of all, maked I
not a love day betweene God and mankinde,
and cheſe a maid to be nompere to put the
quarell at end? Lo, how I have travailed to
haue thanke on all ſides, and yet liſt me not
to reſt, and I might find on whom I ſhould
werche. But truly, mine own diſciple, becauſe
I have thee found at all aſſayes in thy will to
be ready mine heſtes to have followed, and
haſt ben true to that Margarite Pearle that
ones I thee ſhewed, and ſhe alway ayenward
hath made but daungerous chear, I am come
in proper perſone to put thee out of errours,
and make thee glad by wayes of reaſon, ſo
that ſorrow ne diſeaſe ſhall no more hereafter
thee amaiſtrie. Wherethrough I hope, thou
ſhalt lightly come to the grace that thou long
haſt deſired of thilke Iewel. Haſt thou not
heard many enſamples, how I have comfort<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
and releeved the ſchollers of my lore?
Who hath worthied Kings in the field? Who
hath honoured Ladies in houre, by a perpetu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>all
mirror of their truth in my ſervice? Who
hath cauſed worthy folke to void vice and
ſhame? Who hath hold cities and realms in
proſperity? If thee lift cleape ayen thine olde
remembraunce, thou coudeſt every poynt of
this declare in eſpeciall, and ſay that I thy
maiſtres have be cauſe, cauſing theſe things,
and many mo other.</p>
               <p>Now iwis madame (qd. I) all theſe thyngs
I know well my ſelfe, and that thyne excel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lence
paſſeth the underſtanding of us beaſts,
and that no mannes wit yearthly may com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>prehend
thy vertues. Well then (qd. ſhe) for I
ſee thee in diſeaſe and ſorrow, I wote well
thou art one of mine nories, I may not ſuffer
thee ſo to make ſorrow, thine owne ſelfe to
ſhend: but I my ſelf come to be thy fere, thine
heavy charge to make to ſeem the leſſe, for wo
is him that is alone: * And to the ſorry to
been moned by a ſorrowful wight, it is great
gladneſſe. Right ſo with my ſick friendes I
am ſick, and with ſorry, I cannot els but ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
make, till when I have hem releeved, in
ſuch wiſe, that gladneſſe in a maner of coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terpaiſing
ſhall reſtore as mokell in joy, as
the paſſed heavineſſe beforn did in tene. And
alſo qd. ſhe) when any of my ſervaunts been
alone in ſolitary place, I have yet ever buſied
me to be with hem, in comfort of their hearts,
and taught hem to make ſongs of plaint and
of bliſſe, and to enditen letters of Rhethorike
in queint underſtandings, and to bethinke
hem in what wiſe they might beſt their La<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies
in good ſervice pleaſe, and alſo to learn
maner in countenaunce, in words, and in
bearing, and to ben meek and lowly to every
wight, his name and fame to encreaſe, and
to yeue great yefts and large, that his re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nome
may ſpringen: but thee thereof have
I excuſed, for thy loſſe and great coſtages,
wherethrough thou art needy, arne nothing
to me unknowen, but I hope to God ſomtime
it ſhall been amended, as thus, as I ſaied. In
norture have I taught all mine, and in cour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teſie
made hem expert their Ladies hearts to
winne, and if any would endeynous, or proud,
or be envious, or of wretches acquaintaunce,
haſteliche have ſuch voided out of my ſchoole:
for all vices truly I hate: vertues and wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thineſſe
in all my power I auaunce.</p>
               <p>Ah worthy creature (qd. I) and by juſte
cauſe, the name of goddeſſe dignely ye mowe
beat: in thee lithe the grace through which
any creature in this worlde hath any good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
truly all manner of bliſſe and preciouſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
in vertue out of thee ſpringen, and wel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>len,
as brookes and rivers procceden from
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their ſprings: and like as all waters by kind
drawen to the ſea, ſo all kindly thinges thre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſt<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>,
by full appetite of deſire, to drawe after
thy ſteppes, and to thy preſence approch, as
to their kindely perfection: howe dare then
beaſts in this world aught forfete ayenſt thy
Divine purueighaunce? Alſo lady ye knowen
all the privy thoughtes, in heartes no coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſayle
may been hidde from your knowynge.
Wherefore I wate well Lady, that ye knowe
your ſelfe, that I in my conſcience am, and
have been willyng to your ſervice, all coud I
never doe as I ſhould, yet forſooth fayned I
never to love otherwiſe than was in myne
heart: &amp; if I coud have made cheare to one,
and ythought another, as many other done
all day afore mine eyen, I trowe it would not
me have vailed. Certes (qd. ſhe) haddeſt thou
ſo done, I would not now have thee here vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſited.
Ye wete well Lady eke (qd. I) that I
have not plaid raket, Nettle in, Docke out,
&amp; with the Weathercocke waved, and truly
there ye me ſet, by accord of my conſcience I
would not fly, till ye and reaſon by apert
ſtrength maden mine hert to tourne.</p>
               <p>In good faith (qd. ſhe) I have knowe thee
ever of tho conditions, &amp; ſithen thou would<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
(in as much as in thee was) a made mee
privy of thy counſaile, and judge of thy con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſcience,
though I forſoke it in tho dayes, till
I ſaw better my time, would never God y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
I ſhould now faile, but ever I woll be ready,
witneſſing thy ſooth, in what place that ever
I ſhall, ayenſt all tho that woll the contrary
ſuſteine: and for as much as to me is naught
vnknowen, ne hid of thy privy heart, but all
haſt thou tho thynges made to mee open at
the full, that hath cauſed my comming into
this priſon, to void the webbes of thyne eyen,
to make thee clearely to ſee the errours thou
haſt been in: &amp; becauſe that men been of di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers
conditions, ſome adradde to ſay a ſooth,
and ſome for a ſooth anone ready to fight, &amp;
alſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I may nor my ſelfe beene in place, to
withſay thilke men that of thee ſpeaken o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>therwiſe
than the ſooth, I woll and charge
thee, in vertue of obedience that thou to mee
dweſt, to writen me wordes, and ſet hem in
writings, that they mowe as my witneſſing
beene noted among the people. For bookes
written neither dreden ne ſhamen, ne ſtrive
conne, but onely ſhewen the entent of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> w<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>
                  <g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter,
and yeve remembraunce to the hearer: &amp;
if any woll in thy preſence ſay any thing to
tho writers, looke boldly truſt on Mars to
anſwere at the full. For certes, I ſhall him
enforme of all the trouth in thy love, with
thy conſcience, ſo that of his helpe thou ſhalt
not vary at thy neede. I trowe the ſtrongeſt
and the beſt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> may be found, woll not tranſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers
thy words, whereof then wouldeſt thou
dreade.</p>
               <p>GReatly was I tho gladded of theſe
words, and as who ſaith, wexen ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dele
light in hert, both for the authority of
witneſſe, and alſo for ſikerneſſe of helpe of
the foreſayd beheſte, and ſaid: Truly Lady
now am I well gladded through comfort
of your wordes, be it nowe liking vnto your
nobly, to ſhewe which folke diffame your ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vants,
ſith your ſervice ought above all o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
thynges to beene commended. Yet (qd.
ſhe) I ſee well thy ſoule is not all out of the
amaſed cloud: thee were better to heare
thing, that thee might light out of thine hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vy
charge, and after knowing of thine owne
helpe, then to ſtirre ſweet wordes, and ſuche
reaſons to heare: for in a thoughtfull ſoule
(&amp; namely ſuch one as thou art) wol not yet
ſuch things ſinken. Come of therefore, &amp; let
me ſeene thy heavy charge, that I may the
lightlier for thy comfort purveigh.</p>
               <p>Now certes Lady (qd. I) y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> moſt comfort I
might haue, were vtterly to w<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>te me bee ſure
in heart of that Margarite I ſerve, &amp; ſo I
thinke to done with all mights, while my life
dureth. Then (qd ſhe) mayſt thou thereafter,
in ſuch wiſe that miſpleaſaunce ne enter? In
good fayth (qd. I) there ſhall no miſpleaſance
be cauſed through treſpace on my ſide. And I
doe thee to weten (qd. ſhe) I ſet never yet per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſone
to ſerve in no place (but if hee cauſed y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
contrary in defaults and treſpaces) that hee
ne ſped of his ſervice. Mine owne yearthly
lady (quod I tho) and yet remember to your
worthineſſe, how long ſithen, by many revol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving
of yeares, in time when October his
leave ginneth take, and November ſheweth
him to ſight, when Bernes been ful of goods,
as is the Qutte on every halke, &amp; then good
lond tillers ginneth ſhape for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> yearth, with
great travayle to bring forth more Corne to
mannes ſuſtenaunce ayenſt the next yeares
following. In ſuch time of plenty, hee that
hath an home, and is wiſe, liſt not to wander
mar vailes to ſeech, but he bee conſtrayned or
excited: of the lothe thyng is done by excita<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
of other mannes opinion, whiche would<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
fayne have myne abiding, take in heart of
luſt to travayle, and ſee the windyng of the
yearth, in that time of Winter, by woodes
that large ſtreetes weren in, by ſmall pathes,
that Swine and Hogges hadden made, as
lanes with ladels, there maſte to ſeech, I wal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked
thinking alone, a wonder great whyle,
and the great beaſtes that the wood haunten
and adorneth all maner forreſts, and heards
gone too wiſd: then ere I was ware, I neigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
to a ſea bank, and for ferde of the beaſts,
ſhipcraft I cride: for lady I trow ye wete well
your ſelf, nothing is werſe than the beaſtes,
that ſhould<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>n beene tame, if they catche her
wiſdneſſe; and ginne again waxe ramage:
Thus forſooth was I aferde, and to Shippe
me hied. Then were there ynow to lach mine
handes, and drawe me to Shippe, of which
many I kn<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>we well the names. Sight was
the firſt, Luſt was another, Thought was y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
thirde, and Will eke was there a Mayſter:
theſe broughten mee wythin boorde of this
Shippe of travaile. So when the ſayle was
<pb n="490" facs="tcp:51487:265"/>
ſprad, and this Ship gan to mooue, the Wind
and Water gan for to riſe, and ouerthwart<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
to tourn the Welkin, the wawes ſeemden
as they kiſt together, but often vnder colour
of kiſſing, is mokell old hate priuely cloſed
and kept. The ſtorm ſo ſtrangely, and in a
deuouring manner, gan ſo faſt vs aſſail, that
I ſuppoſed the date of my death ſhould
haue made there his ginning, now up, now
down, now vnder the wawe, and now abouen,
was my Shippe a great while. And ſo by
mokell dureſſe of weathers, and of ſtormes,
and with great auowing pilgrimages, I
was driuen to an Iſle, where vtterly I wend
firſt to haue be reſcowed, but truly at the firſt
beginning, it ſeemed me ſo perillous, the ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen
to catch, that but through grace I had
been comforted, of life I was full deſpaired.
Truly Lady, if ye remember aright of all
manner things, your ſelf came haſtely to
ſeen vs ſea driuen, and to weten what we we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ren:
but firſt ye were deignous of cheare, af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
which ye gone better alight, and euer as
me thought ye liued in great dreade of di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeaſe,
it ſeemed ſo by your chear. And when I
was certified of your name, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> lenger I look<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
on you, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> more I you goodly dradde, and
euer mine hert on you opened the more, &amp; ſo
in a little time my Ship was out of minde.
But Lady as ye me lad, I was ware both of
beaſtes and of fiſhes, a great number thron<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ging
togider: among which a Muskle in a
blew ſhell had encloſed a Margarite Pearle,
the moſt precious and beſt that euer toforne
came in my ſight, &amp; ye tolden your ſelf, that
ilke iewel in his kind was ſo good &amp; ſo ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tuous,
that her better ſhould I neuer finde,
all ſought I thereafter to the worldes ende,
and with y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I helde my peace a great whyle:
and euer ſithen I haue me bethought on the
man, that ſought the precious Margarites,
and when he had founden one to his liking,
he ſold all his good to buy that iewel: Iwis,
thought I, and yet ſo I thinke, now haue I
founden the iewel that mine herte deſireth,
whereto ſhould I ſeeche further, truly nowe
wol I ſtint, and on this Margarite I ſet mee
for euer. Now than alſo, ſithen I wiſt wel it
was your will, that I ſhould to ſuch a ſeruice
me take, and ſo to deſire that thing of which
I neuer haue bliſſe, there liueth none, but he
hath diſeaſe: your might then, that brought
me to ſuch ſeruice, that to me is cauſe of ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
and of ioy, I wonder of your word that
ye ſaine, to bringen men into ioy, &amp; parde ye
wote well, that default ne treſpace may not
reaſonable been put to me wards, as fer as
my conſcience knoweth: but of my diſeaſe
me liſt now a while to ſpeak, &amp; to enform you
in what manner of bliſſe ye haue me throng.
For truly I wene, that all gladneſſe, all ioy,
and all mirth is beſhet vnder lock, and the
key throw in ſuch place, thet it may not bee
found: my brenning, who hath, altered al my
hew. When I ſhould ſleep, I wallow and I
thinke, and mee diſport. Thus combred, I
ſeeme that all folk had me maſed. Alſo lady
mine, deſire hath long dured, ſome ſpeaking
to haue, or els at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> leaſt, haue been enmoiſed
with ſight: &amp; for wanting of theſe things, my
mouth would, and he durſt, plein right ſore,
ſithen euils for my goodneſſe arn manyfold to
me holden. I wonder Lady truly, ſaue euer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>more
your reuerence, how ye mow for ſhame
ſuch things ſuffer on your ſeruaunt, to be ſo
multiplied: wherefore kneelyng with a low
heart, I pray you to rue on his caytife, that
of nothing now may ſerue. Good Lady, if
you liſt now your help to me ſhew, that am
of your pryuieſt ſeruauntes, at all aſſays in
this time, and vnder your wynges of prote<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ction.
No help to me wards is ſhapen, how
ſhall then ſtraungers in any wyſe after ſuc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cour
looke, when I that am ſo pryuie, yet of
helpe I doe fayle? Further maye I not, but
thus in this priſone abide: what bondes
and chaynes me holden, Ladie ye ſee well
your ſelf? A reniant foriudged hath not half
the care. But thus ſighyng and ſobbyng
I waile here alone, and nere it for comfort
of your preſence, ryght here would I ſterue.
And yet a little am I gladded, that ſo good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
ſuch grace, and none happe haue I hent,
graciouſlye to finde the precyous Margarite,
that all other left, menne ſhould buye, if
they ſhould therefore ſell all her ſubſtaunce.
Wo is me, that ſo many let games, and
purpoſe breakers, beene maked wayters,
ſuch pryſoners as I am, euermore to ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>looke
and to hinder, and for ſuch lettours,
it is hard any ſuch iewell to winne. Is this
lady an honour to thy deity? Me thynketh
by ryght, ſuche people ſhoulde haue no may<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtry,
ne been ouerlookers ouer none of thy
ſeruauntes. * Truely were it leful unto you,
to all the goddes would I playne, that ye
rule your Diuine purueighaunce amonges
your ſeruauntes, nothynge as yee ſhoulde.
Alſo Ladye, my moeble is inſuffiſaunte to
counteruayle the price of this iewell, or els
to make the eſchaunge: eke no wight is wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy
ſuch pearls to weare, but Kings or Prin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces,
or els their peers: This iewell for ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue,
woulde adorne and make fayre all a
realme, the nobley of vertue is ſo much, that
her goodneſſe ouer all is commended. Who
is it that would not waile, but he might ſuch
riches haue at his will, the vertue thereof
out of this priſon may me deliuer, &amp; nought
els. And if I be not therethorowe holpen, I
ſee my ſelf withouten recouery: although I
might hence void, yet would I not, I would
abide the day that deſteny hath me ordeined,
which I ſuppoſe is without amendment, ſo
ſore is mine heart bounden, that I may thin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
none other. Thus ſtraight (Lady hath ſir
Daunger laced me in ſtocks, I leue it be not
your will: &amp; for I ſee you taken ſo little heed,
as me thinketh, and woll not maken by your
might the vertue in mercy of the Margarite,
on me for to ſtretch, ſo as ye mow well, in caſe
that you liſt: my bliſſe &amp; my mirth arn felde,
<pb n="491" facs="tcp:51487:265"/>
ſickeneſſe and ſorrow been alway ready, the
cope of tene is wound about all my body,
that ſtanding is mee beſt, vnneth may I
ligge for pure miſeaſie ſorrow, and yet all
this is little ynough to be the earneſt ſiluer
in forward of this bargain, for treble fold, ſo
mokell muſt I ſuffer, er time come of mine
eaſe. * For he is worthie no wealth, that
may no woe ſuffer. And certes, I am heauie
to think on theſe things, but who ſhall yeue
me water ynough to drink, leaſt mine eyen
drie for renning ſtreames of teares? Who
ſhall waylen with mee myne own happie hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vineſſe?
Who ſhall counſayle mee now in my
liking tene, and in my goodly harſe? I not.
For euer the more I brenne, the more I co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veit:
the more that I ſorrow, the more thirſt
I in gladneſſe. Who ſhall then yeue me a
contrarious drink, to ſtaunch the thurſt of
my bliſfull bitterneſſe? Lo thus I bren and I
drench, I ſhiuer and ſweat, to this reuerſed
yuell was neuer yet ordained ſalue, forſoth
all leches ben vnconning, ſaue the Marga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite
alone, any ſuch remedy to puruey.</p>
               <p>And with theſe words I braſt out to weep,
that euery tear of mine eyen for greatneſſe
ſemed they boren out the ball of my ſight,
and that all the water had been outronne.
Then thought me, that loue gan a litle too
heauy for miſcomfort of my chear, and gan
ſoberly and in eaſie manner ſpeak, well aui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing
what ſhe ſaid. * Commonly the wiſe
ſpeaken eaſily and ſoft for many skils: One
is, their wordes are the better beleeued, and
alſo in eaſie ſpeaking, auiſement men may
catch, what to put forth, and what to holden
in. And alſo the authoritie of eaſie wordes
is the more, and eke they yeuen the more vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtanding
to other intention of the mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter.
Right ſo this Ladie eaſily and in a ſoft
manere gan ſay theſe wordes.</p>
               <p>Meruayle (qd. ſhe) great it is, that by no
manner of ſemblaunt, as ferre as I can
eſpie, thou liſt not to haue any recour, but
euer thou playneſt and ſorroweſt, and ways
of remedy for fooliſh wilfulneſſe thee liſt not
to ſeech: but enquire of thy next friends,
that is thine inwit, and mee that haue ben
thy maiſtreſſe, and the recour and fine of thy
diſeaſe, for of diſeaſe is gladneſſe and joy,
with a full veſſell ſo helded, that it quencheth
the feeling of the firſt tenes. But thou that
were wont not only theſe things remember
in thine heart, but alſo fools thereof to en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fourmen,
in adnulling of their errours, and
in deſtroying of their derk opinions, and in
comfort of their ſear thoughts: now canſt
thou not been comfort of thine own ſoul, in
thinking of theſe things. O where haſt thou
be ſo long commenſall, that haſt ſo mikell
eaten of the potages of foryetfulneſſe, and
dronken ſo of ignoraunce, that the old ſouk<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
which thou haddeſt of mee, arne a mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtred
and lorne fro all manner of knowing?
O this is a worthy perſon to helpe other,
that cannot counſaile himſelf. And with
theſe wordes for pure and ſtrong ſhame I
wox all reed.</p>
               <p>And ſhe then ſeeing mee ſo aſtonied by di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers
ſtounds, ſuddainly (which thing kind
hateth) gan deliciouſly me comfort with ſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gred
words, putting me in full hope, that I
ſhould y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Margarite getten, if I followed her
heſts, and gan with a fair cloth to wipen the
tears that hingen on my cheeks: and then
ſaid I in this wiſe. Now well of wiſedom
and of all welth, withouten thee may no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
ben learned, thou beareſt the keys of
all priuie things. In vain trauail men to
catch any ſtedſhip, but if ye lady firſt the lock
vnſhet, ye lady learn vs the ways and the
bypaths to heauen: ye lady maken all the
heauenly bodies goodly and benignely to
done her courſe, that gouernen vs beaſts
here on earth. Ye armen your ſeruaunts
ayenſt all debates, with imperciable harneis,
ye ſetten in her herts inſuperable blood of
hardneſſe, ye leaden hem to the parfit good.
Yet all thing deſireth, ye werne no man of
help, that wele done your lore, grant me now
a little of your grace, all my ſorrows to ceaſe.
Mine own ſeruant (qd. ſhe) truly thou ſitteſt
nie mine hert, and thy bad chere gan ſorely
me greue: but among thy plaining words,
me thought thou alledgeſt things to be let<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
of thine helping, and thy grace to hin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der,
wherethrough me thinketh that wanhope
is crope through thine hert: God forbid that
nice vnthriftie thought ſhould come in thy
mind thy wits to trouble, ſithen euery thing
in coming is contingent, wherefore make no
more thy propoſition by an impoſſible. But
now I pray thee rehearſe me ayen tho things,
that thy miſtruſt cauſen, and thilk things I
think by reaſon to diſtroyen, and put full
hope in thine hert. What vnderſtandeſt thou
there (qd. ſhe) by that thou ſaideſt, many let
games are thine ouerlookers? And alſo by
that thy moeble is inſuffiſaunt? I not what
thou thereof meaneſt.</p>
               <p>Truly (qd. I) by the firſt, I ſay that janglers
euermore arn ſpeaking rather of euil than of
good, for euery age of man rather enclineth
to wickedneſſe, than any goodneſſe to ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vance.
Alſo falſe words ſpringen ſo wide, by
the ſtering of falſe lying tongues, that fame
als ſwiftly flieth to her ears, and faith many
wicked tales, and as ſoon ſhall falſeneſſe ben
leued, as trouth, for all his great ſothneſſe.
Now by that other (qd. I) me thinketh thilk
jewel ſo precious, that to no ſuch wretch as I
am, would vertue thereof extend, and alſo I
am too feeble in worldly joys, any ſuch jewel
to countreuail. For ſuch people that worldly
joys han at her will, been ſet at the higheſt
degree, and moſt in reuerence ben accepted,
for falſe wening maketh felicity therein to be
ſuppoſed: but ſuch caitiues as I am euermore
ben hindred. Certes (qd. ſhe) take good heed,
and I ſhall by reaſon to thee ſhewen, that all
theſe things mow not let thy purpoſe, by the
leaſt point that any wight coude prick.</p>
               <p>
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REmembreſt nat (qd. ſhe) enſample is
one of the ſtrongeſt maner, as for to
preue a mannes purpoſe. Then if I nowe
by enſample enduce thee to any propoſition,
is it nat proued by ſtrength? Yes forſooth,
qd. I. Well, qd. ſhe, raddeſt thou neuer how
Paris of Troy and Helaine loued togider,
and yet had they not entrecommuned of
ſpeech? Alſo Acriſius ſhete Dane his dough<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
in a toure, for ſuertie that no wight
ſhould of her haue no maiſtrie in my ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vice,
and yet Iupiter by ſignes, without any
ſpeech, had all his purpoſe ayenſt her fathers
will. And many ſuch mo haue been knitte in
trouth, and yet ſpake they neuer togider, for
that is a thyng encloſed vnder ſecretneſſe of
priuitie, why twey perſons entremellen herts
after a ſight. The power in knowing of ſuch
things ſo preuen ſhall nat all vtterly be yeuen
to you beaſts, for many things in ſuch preci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
matters, been reſerued to iudgement of
diuine purueyaunce, for among liuyng peo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple,
by mannes conſideration mowen they not
be determined. Wherefore I ſay, all the en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vye,
all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> iangling, that welnie people vpon
my ſeruaunts maken efte, is rather cauſe of
eſploite, than of any hindering. Why then
qd. I, ſuffer ye ſuch wrong, and moun when
ye liſt, lightly all ſuch yuels abate? me ſee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ineth
to you it is a great vnworſhip. O, qd. ſhe,
hold now thy peace, I haue founden too many
that han been to me vnkind, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> truly I woll
ſuffer euery wight in that wiſe to haue diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eaſe,
&amp; who that continue to the ende well
and truly, hem woll I helpen, and as for one
of myne into bliſſe to wend, as martial doing
in Greece. Who was ycrowned, by GOD
nat the ſtrongeſt, but he that ratheſt come
and lengeſt abode &amp; continued in the iour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ney,
and ſpared nat to trauayle as long as
the play leſt. But thilke perſons that pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fered
him nowe to my ſeruice therein, is a
while, &amp; anone voydeth, and ready to ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther,
and of now one he thinketh, and nowe
another, and into water entreth, and anone
reſpireth, ſuche one liſte mee nat into parfite
bliſſe of my ſeruice bryng. * A tree oft ſet in
diuers places, woll not by kinde endure to
bring forth fruits. Looke nowe I pray thee,
howe myne olde ſeruauntes of time paſſed
continued in her ſeruice, and follow thou af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
their ſteppes, and then myght thou not
fayle, in caſe thou worche in this wiſe. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes,
qd. I, it is nothing liche, this worlde to
time paſſed, eke this country hath one man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner,
&amp; another countrey hath another. And
ſo maye nat a man alwaye put to his eye, the
ſalue that hee healed with his heele: For
this is ſooth, betwyxe two thynges lyche,
oft diuerſitie is required. Now, qd. ſhe, that
is ſoothe, diuerſitie of nation, diuerſitie of
lawe, as was maked by manye reaſons, for
that diuerſitie commeth in by the contrari<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
malice of wicked people, that han en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vious
heartes ayenſt other. But truely my
lawe to my ſeruauntes euer hath been in ge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neral,
whiche may not fayle: for ryght as
mannes lawe, that is ordeined by many de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terminations,
may not be knowne for good
or badde, till aſſay of the people han proued
it, and to what end it draweth, and then it
ſheweth the neceſſitie thereof, or els the im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſſibilitie:
right ſo y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> law of my ſeruaunts
ſo well hath been proued in general, that
hitherto hath it not fayled. Wiſt thou not
well, that all the lawe of kinde is my lawe,
and by God ordayned &amp; eſtablyſhed to dure
by kynde reaſoun: wherefore all lawe, by
mannes wit purveied, ought to be vnderput
to lawe of kinde, whych yet hath be com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mune
to euerye kindely creature, that my
ſtatutes and my lawes that been kyndely,
arne generall to all peoples. * Old doyngs,
and by many turnings of years vſed, &amp; with
the peoples manner proued, mowen not ſo
lightly been defaced, but new doings contra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riaunts
ſuch old, often cauſen diſeaſes, and
breaken many purpoſes. Yet ſay I nat there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore,
that ayen new miſcheef, men ſhould not
ordaine a newe remedie, but alway looke it
contrary not y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> old, no ferther than the mal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lice
ſtretcheth. Then followeth it, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> olde do<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ings
in loue han ben vniuerſal, as for moſt
exploit for thee vſed: Wherefore I wold not
yet that of my lawes nothing be annulled.</p>
               <p>But then to thy purpoſe, ſuch iangelers
and lookers, &amp; wayters of games, if they
think in ought they mowe dere, yet loue
well alway, &amp; ſet hem at nought, &amp; let thy port
been low in euery wights preſence, &amp; readie
in thine heart to maintaine that thou haſt be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gonne,
&amp; a little thee fayne with meekneſſe
in wordes, and thus with ſleight ſhalt thou
ſurmount &amp; dequace the yuel in their herts.
* And wiſdome yet is to ſeme flie otherwhyle
there a man woll fight. Thus with ſuche
thyngs the tongues of euil ſhall been ſtilled:
els fully to graunt thy full meaning, forſooth
euer was &amp; euer it ſhall be, that mine ene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mies
been aferde to truſt to any fighting: &amp;
therefore haue thou no cowards heart in my
ſeruice, no more than ſometime thou haddeſt
in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> contrary, for if thou drede ſuch ianglers
thy voyage to make: vnderſtand well, That
he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> dreadeth any raine to ſow his cornes,
he ſhall haue thin bernes: alſo he that is a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fearde
of his clothes, let him daunce naked:
Who nothing vndertaketh, and namely in
my ſeruice, nothing atcheueth: After great
ſtormes y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> weather is often merry &amp; ſmooth.
* After much clattering, there is mokell row<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning:
thus after iangling wordes commeth
huiſht, peace, and be ſtill. O good lady, qd. I
then, ſee now how ſeuen yeare paſſed, &amp; more,
haue I graffed &amp; groubed a vine, and wyth
all the ways that I could, I ſought to a fede
me of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> grape, but fruit haue I none found.
Alſo I haue this ſeuen year ſerued Laban to
a wedded Rachel his doughter, but blear ey<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
Lia is brought to my bed, which alway en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gendereth
my tene, and is full of children in
tribulation and in care: and although the
<pb n="493" facs="tcp:51487:266"/>
clippynges and kiſſyngs of Rachell ſhoulde
ſeeme to me ſweet, yet is ſhe ſo barraine, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
gladneſſe ne ioy by no way wol ſpring, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
I may weep with Rachell, I may not been
counſayled with ſollace, ſithen iſſue of myne
heartely deſire is fayled. Now then I pray
that to me ſone freedom and grace in thys
eight yeare, this eyghteth mow to me both
by kynreſte and maſſeday after theſe ſeauen
werke daies of trauaile, to follow the chriſten
lawe: and what euer ye doe els, that thilke
Margarite be holden ſo lady in your pryuye
chamber, that ſhe in this caſe to none other
perſon be committed. Look then, qd. ſhe, in
this caſe to none other perſon be committed:
Look then, qd. ſhe, thou perſeuer in my ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uice,
in which I haue thee grounded, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thilke
ſcorne in thy enemies mowe thus on thy per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
be not ſoothed: lo this man began to edi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fie,
but for his foundement is bad, to the end
may he it nat bring. For meekneſſe in coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenaunce,
with a manly heart in deeds &amp; in
long continuance, is the coniſance of my li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>very,
to all my retinue deliuered. What we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſt
thou y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> me liſt aduaunce ſuch perſons as
louen y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> firſt ſittings at feaſts, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> higheſt ſtoles
in churches, and in hall, loutings of peoples
in markets and fairs, vnſtedfaſt to bide in
one place any while together, wening his own
wit more excellent than other, ſcorning all
manner device but his owne? Nay, nay, God
wote, theſe ſhall nothing parten of my blyſſe.
Truely my manner heretoforne hath beene,
worſhip with my bliſſe, * Lions in the field, and
Lambes in chamber, Eagles at aſſaute, and
Maidens in hall, Foxes in counſaile, ſtill in
their deeds, and their protection is graunted
ready to been a bridge, and their banner is ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ered
like Wolves in the field. Thus by theſe
ways ſhull men been auaunced: enſample of
David, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> from keeping of ſheepe was drawn
vp into the order of kingly gouernaunce, and
Iupiter from a bulle to beene Europes fere,
and Iulius Ceſar from the loweſt degree in
Rome to be maiſter of all earthly princes,
and Eneas from hell to be King of the coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trey,
there Rome is now ſtonding. And ſo
to thee I ſay thy grace by bering thereafter,
may ſet thee in ſuch plight, that no iangling
may greeue the leaſte tucke of thy hems,
that all their iangles is nought to counte at
a creſſe in thy diſaduantage.</p>
               <p>EVer, qd. ſhe, hath the people in this
worlde deſired to haue had great name
in worthineſſe, and hated foule to beare any
fame, and that is one of the obiections thou
alledgeſt to be ayen thine hertely deſire. Ye
forſooth, qd. I, and that ſo commonly the
people woll lie and bring about ſuch en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fame.
Nowe, quod ſhe, if men with lea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſinges
put on the enfame, weneſt thy ſelfe
thereby been enpeired? y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wening is wrong,
ſee why, for as much as they lyen thy Me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite
encreaſeth, and make thee ben more
worthy to hem that knowen of thee the ſooth,
by what thing thou art apeired, that in ſo
mokell thou art encreaſed of thy beloued
friends: &amp; ſoothly, a wound of thy friend to
the laſſe harm, yea ſir, and better than a falſe
kiſſing in deceiuable gloſing of thyne enemie,
aboue that then to be well with thy friende,
maketh ſuch enfame, Ergo thou art encrea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
and nat apeired. Lady, qd. I, ſometyme
yet if a man be in diſeaſe, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> eſtimation of the
enuious people ne looketh nothing to deſerts
of men, ne to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> merites of their doings, but
only to the auenture of fortune, and thereaf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
they yeuen their ſentence. And ſome loo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
the voluntary will in his heart, &amp; ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>after
telleth his iudgement, not taking heed
to reaſon ne to the qualitie of the doing, as
thus: if a man be rich &amp; fulfild with world<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
welefulneſſe, ſome commenden it, &amp; ſaine
it is ſo lent by iuſt cauſe, and he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerſitie,
they ſaine he is weaked, &amp; hath de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerued
thilke annoy. The contrary of theſe
things ſome men holden alſo, and ſaine that
to y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> rich, proſperitie is purveied vnto his
confuſion: &amp; vpon this matter, many autho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rities
of many &amp; great witted clearkes they
allegen. And ſome menſayne, though all good
eſtimation forſaken folke y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> han aduerſitye,
yet is it merite and encreaſe of his blyſſe: ſo
that theſe purpoſes arne ſo wonderful in vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtanding,
that truly for mine aduerſitie,
now I not how the ſentence of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> indifferent
people will iudgen my fame. Therefore, qd.
ſhe, if any wight ſhould yeue a true ſentence
on ſuch matters, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> cauſe of the diſeaſe mayſt
thou ſee well, vnderſtand thereupon after
what end it draweth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſayne, good or
bad, ſo ought it to haue his fame, or by good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
enfame by badneſſe: For euery reaſona<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
perſone, &amp; namely of a wiſe man, his wit
ought not without reaſon toforne heard, ſud<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dainly
in a matter to iudge. After y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſaws of
the wiſe, thou ſhalt not iudge ne deme toforne
thou know. Lady, qd. I, ye remember well,
that in moſt laud &amp; praiſing of certain ſaints
in holy church, is to rehearſen their conuerſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
from bad into good, and that is ſo re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>herſed,
as by a perpetual mirrour of remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>braunce
in worſhipping of tho ſaintes, and
good enſample to other misdoers in amend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment.
How turned the Roman Zedeories fro
the Romans, to be with Hannibal ayenſt his
kind nation: And afterwards him ſeeming
the Romaines to be at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> next degree of con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fuſion,
turned to his old allies, by whoſe
wit after was Hannibal diſcomfited. Wher<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
to enforme you lady, the manner, why
I mean, ſee now now in my youth I was draw
to be aſſentaunt, and in my mights helpyng
to certaine coniurations, &amp; other great mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters
of ruling of citezins, &amp; thilke thynges
beene my drawers in, and excitours to tho
matters werne ſo painted &amp; coloured, that
at the prime face me ſeemed then noble and
glorious to all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> people: I then wening mi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kell
merite, haue deſerued in furthering and
maintenaunce of tho thyngs, buſied and la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>boured
<pb n="494" facs="tcp:51487:267"/>
with all my diligence, in werkyng of
thilke matters to the end. And truly lady, to
tell you y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſooth, me rought little of any hate
of the mighty Senatours in thilke city, ne
of communes mallice, for two skilles: One
was, I had comfort to ben in ſuch plite, that
both profite were to me and to my friends: A<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nother
was, for common profit in communal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
is not but peace &amp; tranquility, with juſt
gouernaunce proceden from thilke profite,
ſithen by counſail of mine inwit, me thought
the firſt paynted thynges, mallice and euill
meanyng, withouten any good avaylyng to
any people, and of tyranny purpoſed: and ſo
for pure ſorrow and of my meddling, and bad
infame that I was in ronne, tho teares laſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
out of mine eyen, were thus away waſhe,
than the vnderhyd mallice and the rancour
of purpoſing envy, fornecaſte and ymagined,
in deſtruction of mokel people ſhewed ſo o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>penly,
that had I been blind, with myne
handes all the circumſtaunce I might well
have feeled.</p>
               <p>Now then tho perſones that ſuch thinges
have caſt to redreſſe, for wrath of my firſte
meddling, ſhopen me to dwell in this pynande
priſon, till Lachaſes my threade no lenger
would twyne. And ever I was ſought, if me
liſt to have grace of my life, and freeneſſe of
that priſon, I ſhoulde openly confeſſe howe
peace might been enduced to enden all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> firſt
rancours. It was fully ſuppoſed my know<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
to be full in tho matters. Then Lady I
thought that every man, that by any way of
right, rightfully done, may helpe any com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mune
helpe to been ſaved, which thynge to
keepe above all thinges I am holde to main<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taine,
&amp; namely in deſtroying of a wrong, al
ſhould I therethrough enpeach myne owne
fere, if he were guilty, &amp; to do miſdeed aſſen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taunt.
And maiſter ne friend may nought a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vayle
to the ſoule of hym that in falſeneſſe
deyeth, and alſo that I nere deſired wrath of
the people, ne indignation of the worthy, for
nothyng that ever I wrought or did, in any
doings my ſelfe els, but in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mayntenaunce
of theſe foreſayd errours, and in hidyng of
the privities thereof. And that all the peoples
hearts holdyng on the errours ſide, weren
blind, and of elde ſo ferre forth beguiled, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
debate and ſtrife they maintayned, and in di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtruction
on that other ſide, by whyche cauſe,
the peace, that moſt in communalties ſhould
be deſired, was in point to bee broken and
annulled. Alſo the city of London, that is to
me ſo deare and ſweet, in which I was forth
growne, and more kindely love have I to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
place, than to any other in yearth, as every
kindely creature hath full appetite to that
place of his kindely engendrure, and to wilne
reſte and peace in that ſteede to abide: thilke
peace ſhould thus there have been broken,
which of all wiſe is commended and deſired.
* For know thing it is, all men that deſiren
to commen to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> parfit peace everlaſting, muſt
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> peace by God commended, both maintain
and keepe. This peace by angels voyce was
confirmed, our God entring in this world:
This, as for his teſtament, he left to all his
friends, when he retourned to the place from
whence he came: This his Apoſtle admone<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſteth
to holden, without which man parfitely
may have none inſight. Alſo this God by his
coming made not peace alone between hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uenly
and earthly bodies, but alſo among us
on earth, ſo he peace confirmed, that in one
heed of love one body we ſhoulde perfourm.
Alſo I remember me well, how the name of A<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thens
was rather after the GOD of peace
than of battaile, ſhewing that peace moſt is
neceſſary to Communalties and Cities. I
then ſo ſtered by all theſe ways toforne nemp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned,
declared certain points in this wiſe. Firſt
that thilke perſons that hadden mee drawen
to their purpoſes, and me not witting the pri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vy
entent of their meaning, drawen alſo the
feeble witted people, that have none inſight of
gubernatife prudence, to clamure and to cry
on matters that they ſtirred, &amp; under points
for commune auantage, they embolded the
paſſife to take in the actives doing, and alſo
ſtirred innocents of conning to cry after
things, which (qd. they) may not ſtand but we
ben executours of tho matters, &amp; authority of
execution by common election to us be deli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vered,
&amp; that muſt enter by ſtrength of your
maintenaunce, for we out of ſuch degree put,
oppreſſion of theſe old hinderers ſhall agayn
ſurmounten and putten you in ſuch ſubjecti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
that in endleſſe woe ye ſhull complain. The
governments (qd. they) of your citie, left in
the hands of torcencious citizens, ſhal bring
in peſtilence and diſtruction to you good men,
and therefore let us have y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> commune admi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>niſtration
to abate ſuch yuels. Alſo (qd. they)
* It is worthy the good to commend, and thy
guilty deſerts to chaſtice. There been citi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>zens
many for ferd of execution that ſhall be
done, for extortions by hem committed, been
evermore ayenſt theſe purpoſes, and all other
good meanings. Never the latter, Lady, truly
the meaning under theſe words, was fully to
have appeached the mighty Senators which
hadden heavy heart for the miſgovernaunce
that they ſeen. And ſo Lady, when it fell that
free election, by great clamour of much peo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple
for great diſeaſe of miſgovernaunce ſo
fervently ſtooden in her election, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they hem
ſubmitted to every manner face, rather than
have ſuffred the manner &amp; the rule of the ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted
governours, notwithſtanding that in the
contrary helden much commune meiny that
have no conſideration, but only to voluntary
luſts withouten reaſon. But then thilke go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vernour
ſo forſaken, fayning to ſcorn his un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>doing,
for miſrule in his time, ſhope to have
letted thilke election, and have made a newe
himſelf to have been choſen, and under that
mokell rore have arered. Theſe things Lady
knowen among the Princes, and made open
to the people, draweth in amendment, that
every degree ſhall ben ordained to ſtand there
<pb n="495" facs="tcp:51487:267"/>
as he ſhould, and that of errors coming here<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>after,
men may lightly toforn hand puruay
remedy in this wiſe, peace and reſt to be fur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thered
and hold. Of the which things Lady,
thilk perſons broughten in anſwere toforne
their moſt ſoueraigne judge, not coarted by
paining dures openly knowledgeden, and
asked thereof grace, ſo that apertly it pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veth
my wordes been ſooth, without forging
of leaſings.</p>
               <p>But now it greueth me to remember theſe
diuers ſentences, in jangling of theſe ſheepie
people: certes, me thinketh they oughten to
maken joy that a ſooth may be knowe. For
my trouth and my conſcience been witneſſe
to me both, that this knowing ſoothe haue
I ſaid, for no harm ne malice of tho perſons,
but only for trouth of my ſacrament in my
liegeaunce, by which I was charged on my
Kings behalf. But ſee ye not now Lady,
how the fellonous thoughts of this people,
and couins of wicked men, conſpiren ayen
my ſoothfaſt trouth. See ye not euery wight
that to theſe erronious opinions were aſſen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taunt,
and helps to the noiſe, and knewen all
theſe things better than I my ſeluen, appa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>railen
to finden new friends, and cleapen me
falſe, and ſtudien how they mowen in her
mouthes werſe plite nempne? O God, what
may this be, that thilk folk which that in
time of my maintenance, &amp; when my might
auayleth to ſtretch to the foreſaid matters,
tho me commended, and yaue me name of
trouth, in ſo manifold maners, that it was
nigh in euery wights ear, there as any of
thilk people weren: and on the other ſide,
thilk company ſometime paſſed, yeuing me
name of bad loos. Now both tho peoples
turned the good into bad, and bad into good,
which thing is wonder, that they knowing
me ſaying but ſoth, arn now tempted to re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ply
her old praiſings, and knowen me well in
all doings to ben trew, and ſain openly that
I falſe haue ſaid many things. And they al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leaged
nothing me to been falſe or vntrew,
ſaue thilk mater knowledged by the parties
hemſelf: and God wot other mater is none.
Ye alſo Lady know theſe things for trew, I
auaunt not in prayſing of my ſelf, thereby
ſhould I leſe the precious ſecre of my conſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence.
But ye ſee well that falſe opinion of the
people for my trouth, in telling out of falſe
conſpired maters, and after the judgment of
theſe Clerks I ſhould not hide the ſooth of no
maner perſon, maiſter ne other, wherefore I
would not drede, were it put in the conſide<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>racion
of trew and of wiſe. And for comers
hereafter ſhullen fully out of denwere, all the
ſoth know of theſe things in act, but as they
wern, I haue put it in Scripture, in perpetu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ell
remembrance of true meaning. For truly
Lady me ſeemeth that I ought to bear the
name of trouth, that for the loue of rightwiſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
haue thus me ſubmitten: But now then
the falſe fame which that Clerks ſain flieth
as faſt as doth the fame of trouth, ſhall ſo
wide ſprede, till it be brought to the jewell
that I of mean, and ſo ſhall I been hindred
withouten any meaſure of trouth.</p>
               <p>THen gan Loue ſadly me behold, and ſaid
in a chaunged voice, lower than ſhe had
ſpoken in a time. Fain would I (qd. ſhe) that
thou were holpen, but haſt thou ſaid any
thing, which thou might not prouen? Par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dee
(qd. I) the perſons euery thing as I haue
ſaid, han knowleged hemſelf. Yea (qd. ſhe)
but what if they hadden naied, how would<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
thou haue mainteined it? Soothly (qd.
I) it is well wiſt both amongſt the greateſt,
and other of the Realm, that I profered my
body ſo largely in to prouing of tho things,
that Mars ſhould haue judged thend: but
for ſothneſſe of my words they durſt not to
thilk judg truſt. Now certes (qd. ſhe) aboue
all fames in this world, the name of marci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>all
doings moſt pleaſen to Ladies of my
lore, but ſithen thou were ready, and thine
aduerſaries in thy preſence refuſed thilk do<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
thy fame ought to be ſo born, as if in
deed it had take to the end. And therefore
euery wight that any drop of reaſon hath,
and heareth of the infame, for theſe things
hath this anſwer to ſay: trewly thou ſaid<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt,
for thine aduerſaries thy words affirmed.
And if thou haddeſt lied, yet are they diſcom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fited,
the priſe leaned on thy ſide, ſo that fame
ſhall hold down infame, he ſhall bring vpon
none half. What greueth thee thine enemy
to ſain their own ſhame, as thus: We arn
diſcomfited and yet our quarell is trew.
Shall not the loos of thy frends, ayenward
dequace thilk enfame, and ſay they graunt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
a ſooth without a ſtroke or fighting. Ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
men in battell been diſcomfited and
ouercome in a rightfull quarrel, that is
goddes priuy judgement in heauen: but
yet although the party be yolden, he may
with words ſay his quarrell is trew, and to
yeeld him in the contrary for dread of death,
he is compelled, and he that graunted and
no ſtroke hath feled, he may not creep a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
in this wiſe by none excuſacion. In<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>different
folk will ſay, ye who is trew, who
is falſe himſelf knowledgeth tho things.
Thus in euery ſide fame ſheweth to thee good
and no bad. But yet (qd. I) ſome will ſay I
ne ſhould for no deth haue diſcouered my mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtreſſe,
and ſo by vnkindneſſe they woll knet
infame to purſue me about: thus enemies of
will in manifold maner woll ſech priuy ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pentines
queintiſes, to quench &amp; diſtroy by ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nime
of many buſineſſes, the light of trouth,
to make herts to murmour ayenſt my per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon,
to haue me in hain, withouten any cauſe.
Now (qd. ſhe) hear me a few words, and thou
ſhalt fully been aunſwered, I trow. Me
thinketh (qd. ſhe) right now by thy words
that Sacrament of ſwearing, that is to ſay,
charging by Othe, was one of the cauſes to
make thee diſcouer the malicious imagina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cions
tofore nempned: euery othe by knitting
<pb n="496" facs="tcp:51487:268"/>
of copulation, muſt haue theſe lawes, that
is, trewe iudgment and rightwiſeneſſe, in
which thyng, if any of theſe lacke, the oth is
iturned into the name of periury: then to
make a true ſerment, muſt needs theſe things
follow, for ofte tymes a man to ſay ſoothe,
but iudgement and iuſtice folow, he is for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſworne:
enſample of Herodes for holding of
his ſerment, was dampned.</p>
               <p>Alſo to ſay trouth rightfullithe, but in judg<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment,
other whyle is forboden, by that all
ſothes be not to ſaine. Therefore in judge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
in trouth and rightwiſeneſſes, is euery
creature bounden vpon payne of periury full
knowing to make, though it were of his own
perſon, for dread of ſinne, after that word bet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
is it to die than liue falſe: and al would
peruerted people, falſe report make in vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kindnes,
in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> entent thy fame to reiſe, when
light of truth in theſe matters is forth ſpron<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gen,
and openly publiſhed among commons,
then ſhall not ſoch dark enfame dare appear
for pure ſhame of his falſneſſe, as ſome men
there been that their own enfame, can none
otherwiſe void or els excuſe, but by hindring
of other mens fame, which that by none other
cauſe cleapen other mens falſe, but for with
their own falſneſſe, mowen they not been a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vaunſed:
or els by falſe ſclaundring words,
other men ſhendin their own true ſclaunder,
to make ſeem the laſſe, for if ſoch men woul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
their iyen of their conſcience reuoluen,
ſhoulden ſeen the ſame ſentence they legen on
other, ſpring out of their ſides, with ſo many
branches, it were impoſſible to number: to
which therefore may it be ſaid in that thing,
this man thou demeſt, therein thy ſelf thou
condempneſt. But (qd. ſhe) vnderſtand not by
theſe words, that thou wene me ſay thee, to be
worthy ſclander, for any matter tofore writ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten,
truly I would witneſſe the contrary, but
I ſay that the beames of ſclaundring words
may not been done away, till the day of dome.
For how ſhould it not yet amongs ſo great
plenty of people, been many ſhrews, ſithen
when no mo but eight perſons, in Noes ſhip
were cloſed, yet one was a ſhrew, and ſcorned
his father. Theſe things (qd. ſhe) I trow,
ſhewen that falſe fame is not to drede, ne of
wiſe perſons to accept, and namely not of thy
Margarite, whoſe wiſedom hereafter I think
to declare, wherefore I wote well ſoch thing
ſhall not her aſtert, then of vnkindneſſe, thine
othe hath thee excuſed at the full. But now if
thou wouldſt not greue, me liſt a few things
to ſhew. Say on (qd. I) what ye wol, I trow
ye mean but trouth, and my profit in time
coming. Truly (qd. ſhe) that is ſoth, ſo thou
con well keep theſe words, and in the inreſt
ſecret chamber of thine hert, ſo faſt hem cloſe,
that they neuer flitt, then ſhalt thou find hem
auailing. Look now what people haſt thou
ſerued, which of hem all in time of thine exile
euer thee refreſhed, by the value of the leaſt
coigned plate that walketh in money. Who
was ſory, or made any ruth for thy diſeaſe? If
they hadden getten their purpoſe of thy mi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>venture,
ſet they not an haw. Lo when thou
were enpriſoned, how faſt they hied in help of
thy deliueraunce. I wene of thy death, they
yeue but lite: They looked after no thing, but
after their own luſts. And if thou liſt ſay the
ſothe, all that meinie that in this brigge thee
broughten, lokeden rather after thine helps,
than thee to haue releued.</p>
               <p>Owen not yet ſome of hem money for his
commons? Paideſt not thou for ſome of her
diſpences, till they were tourned out of Se<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>land?
Who yaue thee euer ought, for any ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding
thou madeſt? Yet pardie, ſome of hem
tooken money for thy Chamber, and put tho
pens in his pourſe, vnweting of the renter.</p>
               <p>Lo, for which a company thou medleſt, that
neither thee, ne them ſelf mighten help of vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kindneſſe,
now they bear the name, that thou
ſuppoſeſt of hem for to haue. What might
thou more haue done, than thou diddeſt, but if
thou wouldeſt in a falſe quarell, haue been a
ſtinking martire? I wene thou fleddeſt as
long as thou might, their priuitie to conceal,
which thing thou heleſt lenger then thou
ſhouldeſt. And thilk that ought thee money,
no pennie would pay, they wend thy return
had been an impoſſible. How might thou
better haue hem proued, but thus in thy
needy diſeaſes? Now haſt thou enſample,
for whom thou ſhalt meddle: truly this lore
is worth many goodes.</p>
               <p>OFt gan loue to ſtern me theſe words,
think on my ſpeach, for truely hereaf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter,
* it woll do thee liking, and how ſo euer
thou ſee fortune ſhape her whele to turne,
this meditacion by no way reuolue. For
certes, Fortune ſheweth her fayreſt, when
ſhe thinketh to beguile. And as me thought
here toforne, thou ſaideſt thy loos in loue,
for thy rightwiſeneſſe ought to be rayſed,
ſhould be allowed in time coming: thou
might in loue ſo thee haue, that loos and
fame ſhull ſo been rayſed, that to thy
freends comfort, and ſorow to thine ene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mies,
endleſſe ſhull endure.</p>
               <p>But if thou were that one Sheep amongs
the hundred, were loſt in deſert, and out of
the way had erred, and now to the flock art
reſtored, the Shepeheard hath in thee no joy,
and thou ayen to the Forreſt tourn. But
that right as the ſorrow and anguiſh was
great, in time of thine out way going, right
ſo joy and gladneſſe ſhall be doubled, to
ſeen thee conuerted, and not as Lothes wife
ayen looking, but hoole counſail with the
Sheep folowing, and with them graſſe and
hearbs gader. Neuer the later (qd. ſhe) I ſay
not theſe things for no wantruſt that I haue,
in ſuppoſing of thee otherwiſe than I ſhould:
for truely I wote well, that now thou art
ſette in ſoche a purpoſe, out of which thee
liſt not to part: But I ſay it, for many men
there ben that to knowing of other mens do<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ings
ſetten all their cure, and lightly deſiren
<pb n="497" facs="tcp:51487:268"/>
the bad to clatter, rather than the good, and
haue no will their owne manner to amende.
They alſo hate of old rancour lightly hauen,
and there that ſoch thing abideth, ſodainly in
their mouths proceedeth the haboundance of
the herte, and words as ſtones, ſtones out
throw. Wherfore my counſaile is euermore,
openly and apertly, in what place thou ſitte,
counterplete therrours and meanings, in as
far as thou hem wiſteſt falſe, and leaue for
no wight, to make hem be know in euery bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies
eare: &amp; be alway patient, and vſe Ia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cobs
words, what ſo euer men of thee clap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pen,
I ſhall ſuſtain my Ladies wrath, which
I haue deſerued, ſo long as my Margarite
hath rightwiſed my cauſe. And certes (qd. ſhe)
I witneſſe my ſelf, if thou thus conuerted, ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>roweſt
in good meaning in thine herte, wolt
from all vanity parfitely depart, in conſola<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
of al good pleaſaunce of that Margarite,
which that thou deſireſt after will of thyne
herte, in a manner of a mothers pity, ſhul ful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
accept thee into grace. For right as thou
renteſt clothes in open ſight, ſo openly to ſow
hem at his worſhyp, withouten reproofe com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mended:
Alſo, right as thou were enſample
of moch fold error, right ſo thou muſt be en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſample
of manifold correction, ſo good fauour
to forgoing all error deſtroying, cauſeth dili<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gent
loue with many plaited prayſings to fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low,
and then ſhall all the firſt errours make
the following worſhips to ſeeme hugely en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creaſed,
black and white ſet togider, euery
for other more ſeemeth, and ſo dothe euery
things contrary in kind. But infame that
goeth alway tofore, and prayſing worſhip by
any cauſe following after, maketh to riſe thilk
honour, in double of wealth, and that quen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheth
the ſpot of the firſt enfame. Why we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſt
I ſay theſe things, in hindering of thy
name? Nay nay God wot, but for pure en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creaſing
worſhip, thy rightwiſeneſſe to com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mend,
and thy trouth to ſeem the more.
Woſte not well thy ſelfe, that thou inform
of making, paſſeth not Adam that eate of the
apple. Thou paſſeth not the ſtedfaſtneſſe of
Noe, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> eating of the grape became dronke.
Thou paſſeth not the chaſtity of Lothe, that
lay by his doughter. Eke the nobly of Abra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ham,
whom God reproued by his pryde. Al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſo
Dauids meekneſſe, which for a woman
made Vry be ſlaw. What alſo Hector of
Troy, in whom no defaut might be found:
yet is he reproued that he ne had with man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hood
not ſuffred the warre begon, ne Paris
to haue went into Grece, by whom gan all
the ſorow: for * truly him lacketh no venime
of priuy conſenting, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> openly leaueth
a wrong to withſay. Lo eke an old prouerbe,
among many other. * He that is ſtill, ſeem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
as he graunted.</p>
               <p>Now by theſe enſamples, thou might ful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
vnderſtand, that theſe things been writ to
your learning, &amp; in rightwiſenes of tho per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſones,
as thus: To euery wight his default
committed, made goodneſſe afterwards done
be the more in reuerence, and in open ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
for enſample is it not ſonge in holy
church? Lo how neceſſary was Adams ſin,
Dauid the king gat Salomon the king, of
her that was Vries wife. Truly for reproof
is none of theſe things writte: Right ſo tho
I rehearſe thy before deed, I repreue thee ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uer
the more, ne for no villany of thee are
they rehearſed, but for worſhip, ſo thou con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tinue
well hereafter: and for profite of thy
ſelf, I rede thou on hem thinke.</p>
               <p>Then ſaied I right thus: Lady of unity
and accorde, enuy &amp; wrath lurken there thou
commeſt in place, ye weten well your ſelue &amp;
ſo done many other, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> while I adminiſtred
the office of common doing, as in ruling of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
eſtabliſhments amongs y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> people, I defouled
neuer my conſcience for no maner deede, but
euer by wit &amp; by counſaile of the wiſeſt, the
matters weren drawen to their right endes.
And thus truly for you Lady, I haue deſired
ſoch cure, &amp; certes in your ſeruice was I not
idle, as far as ſoch doing of my cure ſtretch<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth.
That is a thing (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may draw many
hertes of noble, &amp; voice of common into glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry,
and fame is not but wretched and fickle.</p>
               <p>Alas, that mankind coueteth in ſo leud a
wiſe, to be rewarded of any good deed, ſith glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
of Fame in this world, is not but hinder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
of glory in time comming. And certes, qd.
ſhe, yet at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hardeſt ſuch fame into heauen is
not the yearth but a centre to the cercle of
heuen. A pricke is wonderful little in reſpect
of all the cercle, &amp; yet in all this prick may no
name be born in manner of perſing, for many
obſtacles, as waters and wilderneſſe, and
ſtraunge languages, &amp; not onely names of
men ben ſtilled &amp; holden out of knowledg<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
by theſe obſtacles, but alſo cities and
realms of proſperity ben letted to be know,
and their reaſon hindred, ſo that they mowe
not ben perfitely in mens proper vnderſtand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing.
How ſhould then the name of a ſinguler
Londenoys paſſe the glorious name of Lon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>don,
which by many it is commended, and by
many it is lacked, and in many mo places in
earth not knowen, then knowen: for in many
countrees little is London in knowing, or in
ſpeach, and yet among one manner of people
may not ſoch fame in goodneſſe come, for as
many as praiſen commonly as many lacken.
Fie then on ſoch maner fame, ſleep and ſuffre
him that knoweth priuity of hertes, to deale
ſoch fame in thilke place, there nothing ayenſt
a ſoth ſhall neither ſpeake, ne dare appere, by
atturney, ne by other maner. How many
great named, &amp; many great in worthineſſe lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed,
han be tofore this time, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> now out of me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mory
are ſlidden, &amp; cleanly forgetten, for de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faute
of writings, &amp; yet ſcriptures for great
elde ſo been defaſed, that no perpetualty may
in hem been judged. But if thou wolt make
compariſon to euer, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> joy mayſt thou haue
in yearthly name it is a fair likeneſſe, a pees
or one grain of Wheat, to a thouſand ſhips
full of corne charged. What nomber is be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tween
<pb n="498" facs="tcp:51487:269"/>
the one and the other, and yet mowe
both they be nombred, and end in recknyng
haue. But truely all that may be nombred, is
nothing to recken, as to thilke that may not
be nombred, for oft things ended is made
compariſon, as one little, an other great, but
in things to haue an end, and an other no
end, ſoch compariſoun may not be founden.
Wherefore in heauen to been loſed, with
God hath none end, but endles endureth, and
thou canſt nothing doen aright, but thou de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſire
the rumour thereof be healed, and in eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
wightes eare, and that dureth but a prick,
in reſpect of the other. And ſo thou ſeekeſt re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
of folks, ſmall words, and of vain pray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſings.
Truly therein thou leſeſt the guerdon
of vertue, and leſeſt the greateſt valour of
conſcience, and unhap thy renome euerlaſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing.
* Therefore boldly renome of fame of
the yearth ſhould be hated, &amp; fame after death
ſhould be deſired, of werks of vertue asketh
guerdoning, and the ſoul cauſeth all vertue.
Then y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſoul deliuered out of priſon of yearth,
is moſt worthy ſoch guerdone among to haue
in the euerlaſting fame, and not the bodye,
that cauſeth all mannes yuils.</p>
               <p>OF tway things art thou anſwered, as me
thinketh (qd. Loue) and if any thing be
in doubt in thy ſoul, ſhew it forth thine ig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noraunce
to clear, and leaue it for no ſhame.
Certes (qd. I) there ne is no body in this
world, that aught could ſay by reaſon, ayenſt
any of your skils, as I leue: and by my
wit now fele I well that euil ſpeakers, or
bearers of enfame, may little greue or let
my purpoſe, but rather by ſoche thing my
quarel to be forthered. Yea (qd. ſhe) and it
is proued alſo, that the like jewel in my keep<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
ſhall not there through be ſtered, of the
leſt moment that might be imagined. That
is ſoth (qd. I.) Well (qd. ſhe) then leueth
there, to declare that thy inſuffiſaunce is
no manner letting, as thus: for that ſhe is
ſo worthy, thou ſhouldeſt not climbe ſo high,
for thy moebles and thine eſtate arne void<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
thou thinkeſt fallen in ſoch miſery, that
gladneſſe of thy purſute woll not on thee
diſcend. Certes (qd. I) that is ſoth: right ſoch
thought is in mine herte, for commonly it is
ſpoken, and for an old Prouerb it is ledged:
* He that heweth to hie, with chips he may
leſe his ſight. Wherefore I haue been a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bout
in all that euer I might, to ſtudy ways
of remedy, by one ſide or by an other. Now
(qd. ſhe) God forbede, ere thou ſeek any other
doings but ſoch as I haue learned thee in
our reſting whiles, and ſuch hearbes as been
planted in our Gardens. Thou ſhalt well
vnderſtand, that aboue man, is but one God
alone. How (qd. I) han men to forne this
time, truſted in writs and chauntements,
and in helps of Spirites, that dwellen in the
air, and thereby they han getten their deſires,
where as firſt for all his manly power he
daunced behind.</p>
               <p>O (qd. ſhe) fie on ſoch matters, for truely
that is ſacrilege, and that ſhall haue no ſort
with any of my ſeruants, in mine eyen ſhall
ſoch thing not be looked after. How often is
it commanded by theſe paſſed wiſe, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> to one
God ſhall men ſerue, &amp; not two Gods. And
who that liſt to haue mine helps, ſhall aske
none help of foul Spirits. Alas, is not man
maked ſemblable to God? Woſte thou not
well, that all vertue of liueliche werking by
Gods purueighance, is vnderput to reaſona<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
creature in yerth, is not euery thing a thiſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>half
God? made buxom to mans contem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>placion,
vnderſtanding in heauen &amp; in earth,
and in hell. Hath not man being with ſtones,
ſoul of wexing with trees and herbs.</p>
               <p>Hath he not ſoul of feling with beaſts, fiſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>es,
and fouls, and he hath ſoule of reaſon
and vnderſtonding with Angels, ſo y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in him
is knit all maner of liuings, by a reaſonable
proporcion. Alſo man is made of all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fower
Elements. All uniuerſity is rekened in him
alone: he hath under god principality aboue
al things. Now is his ſoul here, now a thou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſand
mile hence, now farre, now nigh, now
high, now low, as farre in a moment, as in
mountenance of ten Winter, &amp; al this is in
mans gouernance &amp; diſpoſicion. Then ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
it, that men been lich vnto gods, &amp; children
of moſt height. * But now ſithen al things vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derput
to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> will of reaſonable creatures, God
forbid any man to win that Lordſhip, &amp; ask
help of any thing lower than himſelfe, and
then namely of foule things innominable.</p>
               <p>Now then, why ſhouldeſt thou wene to loue
to high, ſithen nothing is thee aboue, but God
alone. Truly I wote wel, that the ilk jewel
is in a manner, euen in line of degree, there
thou art thy ſelue, &amp; nought aboue, ſaue thus:
Angel vpon Angel, Man vpon Man, &amp; Deuil
vpon Deuil, han a maner of Souerainty, &amp;
that ſhal ceaſe at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> day of Dome: &amp; ſo I ſay,
though thou be put to ſerue thilk jewel du<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ring
thy life, yet is that no ſeruage of vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>putting,
but a maner of travailing pleaſance,
to conquere and get that thou haſt not.</p>
               <p>I ſet now the hardeſt in my ſeruice now
thou deydeſt for ſorrow of wanting in thy de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſires:
Truly all heauenly bodies, with one
voice ſhul come &amp; make melody in thy com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ming,
&amp; ſay welcome our fere, and worthy to
enter into Iupiters joy, for thou with might
haſt ouercome death, thou wouldeſt neuer flit
out of thy ſeruice, &amp; we all ſhul now pray to
the gods, row by row, to make thilke Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>garite,
that no routh had in this perſon, but
vnkindly without comfort let thee dye, ſhall
beſet her ſelf in ſoch wiſe, that in yearth for
part of vengeaunce, ſhall ſhe no joy haue in
loues ſeruice: and when ſhe is dedde, then
ſhall her ſoul been brought vp into thy pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſence,
and whider thou wilt cheſe, thilke
ſoule ſhall been committed. Or els after thy
death, anone all the foreſaid heauenly bodies
by one accorde, ſhall be nommen from thilke
perle, all the vertues that firſte her were ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken,
<pb n="499" facs="tcp:51487:269"/>
for ſhe hath hem forfeyted, by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> on thee
my ſeruaunt, in thy liue ſhe would not ſuffer
to worche all vertues, withdrawen by might
of the high bodies: Why then ſhouldeſt thou
wene ſo any more. And if thee liſte to looke
vpon the law of kind, and with order, which
to me was ordayned, ſoothly none age, none
ouertourning time, but hitherto had no time
ne power, to chaunge the wedding, ne that
knotte to vnbinde of two hertes, through one
aſſent in my preſence, togither accorden to en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>duren
till death hem depart. What troweſt
thou euery ideot wot the meaning &amp; the pri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uy
entent of theſe things? They wene forſoth
that ſoche accorde may not be, but y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Roſe of
maidenhede be plucked, do way do way, they
know nothing of this: * For conſente of two
hertes alone, maketh the faſtning of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> knot,
neither law of kind, ne mans Low determi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth,
neither y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> age, ne the quality of perſons,
but onely accord between thilke tway. And
truely, after time that ſuch accorde, by their
conſent in herte, is enſealed &amp; put in my tre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſory,
amongs my priuy things, then ginneth
the name of ſpouſaile: and although they bre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
forward bothe, yet ſoch matter enſealed,
is kept in remembrance for euer. And ſee now
that ſpouſes haue the name anon after accord,
though the Roſe be not take. The Aungell
bad Ioſeph take Mary his ſpouſe, and to
Egypt wend: Lo ſhe was cleped ſpouſe, and
yet toforne ne after, neither of hem both
meant, no fleſhly luſt know, wherfore y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> words
of trouth accorden, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> my ſeruants ſhoulden
forſake both father and mother, &amp; be adhe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rand
to his ſpouſe, and they two in unity of
one fleſh, ſhoulden accorde, And this wiſe two
that werne firſt, in a little manner diſaccor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daunt,
higher that one, and lower that other,
been made euenliche in gree to ſtonde.</p>
               <p>But now to enforme thee, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ye been liche
Goddes, theſe Clerkes ſain, and in determi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nacion
ſhewen, that three things hauen the
names of Goddes been cleped, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſaine,
Man, Deuil, and Images, but yet is there
but one God, of whom all goodneſſe, all grace,
and all vertue commeth, &amp; he is louing and
true, and euerlaſting, &amp; prime cauſe of al be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
things: but men been goddes, louing &amp;
true, but not euerlaſting, &amp; that this by adop<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion,
of the euerlaſting God. Deuils been
goddes, ſtirring by a manner of liuing, but
neither been they true, ne euerlaſting, &amp; their
name of godlihed, they han by vſurpacion, as
the Prophet ſaieth: Al Goddes of Gentiles,
that is to ſay, Painims, are Diuels. But I<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mages
been Goddes by nuncupacion, &amp; they
been neither liuing, ne true, ne euerlaſting:
After theſe words they clepen Gods, Ima<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ges,
wrought with mens hands.</p>
               <p>But now reaſonable creature, that by a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>doption
alone, art to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> great god euerlaſting,
&amp; therby thou art good cleped: let thy fathers
maners ſo entre thy wits, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou might fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low,
in as much as longeth to thee, thy fathers
worſhip, ſo that in nothing, thy kind from his
will decline, ne from his nobley pouerty. In
thus wiſe if thou werche, thou art aboue all
other things, ſaue Ood alone, and to ſay no
more thine herte, to ſerue in too hie a place.</p>
               <p>FVlly haue I now declared, thine eſtate
to be good, ſo thou follow thereafter,
and that the objection firſt by thee alleged,
in worthineſſe of thy Margarite, ſhall not
thee let, as it ſhall further thee, and increaſe
thee: it is now to declare, the laſt objecti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
in nothing may greue. Yes certes (qd. I)
both greue, and let muſt it needs, the con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trary
may not beene proued, and ſee nowe
why. While I was glorious in worldly wel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fulneſſe,
and had ſoch goodes in wealth, as
maken men riche, tho was I draw into com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>paignies
that loos, priſe, and name yeuen:
Tho loureden blaſours, tho curreiden glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſours,
tho welcomeden flatteres, tho wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhipped
thilke, that now deinen not to looke.
Euery wight in ſoch yearthly weale habun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daunt,
is hold noble, precious, benigne, &amp; wiſe,
to do w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he ſhall, in any degree that menne
him ſet, all be it that the ſoth be in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> contra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
of all tho thinges: But he that can, ne ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uer
ſo well in him behaue, and hath vertue
habundant, in manifold maners, and be not
wealthed with ſoch yearthly goodes, is hold
for a fool, and ſaid his wit is but ſotted. Lo
how falſe for euer is hold true. Lo how trew
is cleaped falſe, for wanting of goodes. Alſo
Lady, dignitees of office maken men mikell
commended, as thus: he is ſo good, were he
out, his pere ſhould men not find. Truely I
trowe of ſome ſoche that are ſo praiſed, were
they out ones, an other ſhould make him ſo
be know, he ſhould of no wiſe no more been loo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked
after: but onely fools wel I wot, deſiren
ſoch new things. Wherefore I wonder that
thilke gouernour, out of whom alone the cau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes
proceden, that gouerneth all things, which
that hath ordeined this world, in werkes of
the kindly bodies ſo be gouerned, not with
vnſtedfaſt or happious thing, but with rules
of reaſon, which ſhewen the courſe of certain
things: why ſuffreth he ſuch ſliding chaunges,
that miſturnen ſoch noble things as been we
men, that arne a faire perſel of the yearth, &amp;
holden the vppereſt degree vnder GOD, of
benigne things, as ye ſaiden right now your
ſelfe, ſhoulde neuer man haue been ſet in ſo
worthy a place, but if his degree were ordained
noble. Alas, thou that knitteſt the purueigh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce
of all things, why lookeſt thou not to
amenden theſe defaults: I ſee ſhrewes that
han wicked maners, ſiten in chairs of domes,
Lambes to puniſhen, there Woolues ſhould
been puniſhed. Lo, vertue ſhined naturelly, for
pouerty lurketh, &amp; is hid vnder cloude: but
the Moon falſe forſworn, as I know my ſelf,
for auer and yeftes hath vſurped, to ſhine
by day light, with peynture of other mens
prayſings: &amp; truly thilke forged light foully
ſhould fade, were the trouth away of colours
feyned. Thus is night tourned into day,
<pb n="500" facs="tcp:51487:270"/>
and day into night, Winter into Sommer, &amp;
Sommer into Winter, not in deed but in
miſcleapyng of fooliſh people.</p>
               <p>Now (qd. ſhe) what weneſt thou of theſe
things? How feleſt thou in thine hert, by
what governaunce that this commeth about?</p>
               <p>Certes (qd. I) that wote I never, but if it
be, that Fortune hath graunt from abode to
lede the end of men as her liketh. Ah now I ſee
(qd. ſhe) the entent of thy meaning: Lo, by<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cauſe
thy worldly goods, been fullich diſpent,
thou berafte out of dignity of office, in which
thou madeſt thy gathering of thilke goodes,
and yet diddeſt in that office, by counſayle of
wiſe, any thyng were ended: and true were
unto hem, whoſe profite thou ſhouldeſt looke,
and ſeeſt now many, that in the ilke Herueſt
made of thee mokell, and now for gloſing of o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther,
deyneth thee nought to forther, but en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>haunſen
fals ſhrewes, by witneſſing of truth:
Theſe thinges greeveth thine herte, to ſeene
thy ſelf thus abated, and then frailty of man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kind
ne ſetteth but litle, by the leſers of ſoch
recheſſe, have he never ſo moche vertue, and
ſo thou weneſt of thy Iewell, to renne in di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſpite,
and not been accepted into grace: All
this ſhall thee nothing hinder. Now (qd. ſhe)
firſt thou woſte well, thou loſteſt nothing that
ever mighteſt thou challenge for thyne own:
When nature brought thee forth, come thou
not naked out of thy mothers womb? Thou
haddeſt no richeſſe, and when thou ſhalte en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
into the ende of every fleſhly body, what
ſhalt thou have with thee then? So every ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheſſe
thou haſte in time of thy living nis but
leant, thou might therein chalenge no proper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty.
And ſee now, every thing that is a mans
own, he may do therewith what him liketh,
to yeue or to keep: but richeſſe thou playneſt
from thee loſt, if thy might had ſtretched ſo
ferforth, faine thou wouldes have hem kept,
multiplied with mo other: &amp; ſo ayenſt thy will
been they departed from thee, wherefore they
were never thine. And if thou laudeſt and joy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
any wight, for he is ſtuffed with ſoche ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
richeſſe, thou art in that beleeve beguiled,
for thou weneſt thilk joy to be ſelineſſe, or els
eaſe, and he that hath loſt ſoche haps, to been
unſeily. Ye forſoth (qd. I.) Well (qd. ſhe) then
woll I prove that unſely, in that wiſe is to
praiſe, and ſo the tother is the contrary to be
lacked. How ſo (qd. I?) For unſely (qd. ſhe)
begileth not, but ſheweth the entent of her
working. <hi>Et è contra.</hi> Selineſſe begileth, for in
proſperity, ſhee maketh a jape in blindneſſe,
that is, ſhe windeth him to make ſorow when
ſhe withdraweth. Wolte thou not (qd. ſhe)
praiſe him better, that ſheweth to thee his
hert, tho it be with bitande words, and diſpi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tous
than him that gloſeth, and thinketh in
their abſence, to do thee many harmes. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
(qd. I) the one is to commend, &amp; the other
to lack and diſpiſe. A ha (qd. ſhe) right ſo eaſe
while he laſteth, gloſeth &amp; flattereth, &amp; light<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
voideth when ſhe moſt pleaſantly ſheweth,
and ever in her abſence, ſhe is about to dothee
tene and ſorow in hert: But unſely all be it
with betande chere, ſheweth what ſhe is, and
ſo doth not that other, wherefore unſely doth
not beguile. Selineſſe diſceiveth: unſely put
away doubt. That one maketh men blind,
that other openeth their iyen, in ſhewyng of
wretchedneſſe. The one is ful of drede, to leſe
that is not his owne: That other is ſober,
and maketh men diſcharged of mokel heavi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
in burthen: The one draweth a man
from very good, the other haleth him to ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue,
by the hookes of thoughts. And weneſt
thou not, that thy diſeaſe hath done thee mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kell
more to winne, than ever yet thou loſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt,
&amp; more than ever the contrary made thee
winne? Is not a great good to thy thinking,
for to know y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hearts of thy ſoothfaſt freends?
Parde they been proved to the full, and the
true have diſcevered from the falſe. Truely
at the goyng of thilke brotell joye, there yede
no more away, than the ilke that was not
thyne proper: He was never from y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> light<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
departed, thine owne good therfore leaveth
it ſtill with thee. Now good (qd. ſhe) for how
moch wouldeſt thou ſometime have bought,
this very knowyng of thy frende, from the
flattering flies that they gloſed, when thou
thought thy ſelfe ſely? But thou y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> plaineſt
of loſſe in richeſſe, haſte founden y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> moſt dere
worthy thing: that thou cleapeſt vnſely, hath
made the moche thing to winnen. And al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſo
for concluſioun of all, * He is frende that
nowe leaveth not his heart from thine helps.
And if that Margarite denieth now not to
ſuffre her vertues ſhine to thee wardes, with
ſpreading beams, as farre or farther than if
thou were ſely in worldly joy: Trewly I ſay
not els but ſhe is ſome deale to blame.</p>
               <p>Ah, peace (qd. I) and ſpeak no more of
this, mine heart breaketh now thou toucheſt
any ſoche wordes. A well (qd. ſhe) then let vs
ſingen, thou hereſt no more of theſe things
at this tyme.</p>
               <trailer>¶Thus endeth the firſt booke of the Teſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
of Love, and hereafter foloweth the
ſecond.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="2" type="book">
               <p>VEry wealth may not be founden in all
this world, and that is well ſeene: Lo
how in my moſte comforte, as I wende and
moſte ſuppoſed to have had full aunſwere
of my contrary thoughtes, ſuddainly it
was vaniſhed. And all the workes of man
faren in the ſame wiſe, when folke wenen
beſt her entent for to have, and willes to
perfourme, anon chaunging of the lift ſide
to the right halve, torneth it ſo cleane into
another kind, that never ſhall it come to the
firſt plite in doing.</p>
               <p>O this wrongfull ſteering ſo ſoone, other<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wiſed
out of knowing but for my purpoſe was
at my beginning, &amp; ſo dureth yet, if God of his
grace tyme woll me graunt, I think to per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fourme
this worke, as I have begone in love,
after as my thinne witte, with inſpiraci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
<pb n="501" facs="tcp:51487:270"/>
of him that hildeth all grace woll ſuffre.
Grecuouſly God wotte haue I ſuffred a
great throw, that the Romayn Emperour,
which in vnity of loue ſhould accord and eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
with other, in cauſe of other to auance, and
namely ſith this Empire to be corrected of ſo
many ſects in hereſie, of faith, of ſeruice, of
rule in loues religion. Trewly all were it but
to ſhend erronious opinions, I may it no len<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ger
ſuffre: For many men there been that
ſain loue to been in grauell and ſand, that
with Sea ebbing and flowing woweth, as
riches that ſodainly waniſheth. And ſome
ſain that loue ſhould be in windy blaſts, that
ſtoundmele tournerh as a phane, and glory
of renome, which after luſts of the variant
people is areyſed or ſtilled. Many alſo we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>en
that in the Sun and the Moon, and
other Sters, loue ſhould been founden, for
among all other Planets moſt ſouerainly
they ſhinen, as dignities in reuerence of
eſtates rather than good han, and occupien.
Full many alſo there been that in okes and
in huge poſts ſuppoſen loue to been ground<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
as in ſtrength and in might, which mow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
not helpen their own wretchedneſſe, when
they gin to fall. But ſoch diuerſity of ſects
ayenſt the rightful bileue of loue, theſe errors
<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>een forth ſpred, that loues ſeruants in the
trew rule and ſtedfaſt faith, in no place darn
appear: Thus irrecuparable joy is went, and
annoy endleſſe is entred. For no man aright
deproueth ſoch errors, but comfirmen their
words, and ſain that bad is noble good, and
goodnes is bad, to which folk the Prophet
biddeth, wo without end.</p>
               <p>Alſo many tongues of great falſe teachings
in guiling maner, principally in my times,
not only with words, but alſo with armes,
loues ſeruaunts and profeſſe in his religion
of trew rule, purſewen to confounden and to
diſtroien. And for as much as holy Fathers,
that our Chriſten faith aproued and ſtrength<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
to the Iews, as to men reaſonable, and
of diuinity learned, proued thilk faith with
reaſons, and with aucthoritees of the old Te<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtament,
and of the new, her pertinacy to di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtroy:
But to Paynims, that for beeſts and
hounds were hold, to put hem out of their
error, was miracles of God ſhewed. Theſe
things were figured by coming of thangell
to the ſheepherds, and by the ſterre to Pai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nims
kings, as who ſaith: Angel reaſonable,
to reaſonable creature, and ſterre of myracle
to people beſtiall not learned, wern ſent to
enform. But I louers clerk in all my con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning
and with all my mights, trewly I haue
no ſoch grace in vertue of myracles, ne for
no diſcomfite falſehedes ſuffiſeth not auctori<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties
alone, ſithen that ſuch heretikes and
maintainors of falſities. Wherefore I wot
well ſithen that they been men, and reaſon is
approued in hem, the clowd of error hath her
reaſon bewond probable reaſons, which that
catchend wit rightfully may not with ſitte.
But my trauayling ſtudy. I haue ordeined
hem, with that auctority miſgloſed by mans
reaſon, to graunt ſhall be enduced.</p>
               <p>Now ginneth my pen to quake, to think<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
on the ſentences of the enuious people,
which alway been ready, both rider and goer
to skorn and to jape this leud book and me
for rancor and hate in their hearts they ſhul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>len
ſo diſpiſe, that although my book be leud,
yet ſhall it been more leud holden, and by
wicked wordes in many maner apaired.
Certes me thinketh the ſown of their bad
ſpeach, right now is full both mine eares.
O good precious Margarite, mine heart
ſhould weep, if I wiſt ye token hede of ſoch
maner ſpeach, but trewly I wote well in
that your wiſedom ſhall not aſtert. For of
God maker of kind witneſſe I took, that
for none enuy ne iuell haue I draw this mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
togider, but only for goodnes to main<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tain,
and errors in falſetes to diſtroy. Wher<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
(as I ſaid) with reaſon I think, thilke
foreſaid errors to diſtroy and dequace. Theſe
reaſons and ſoch other, if they enduce men
in loues ſeruice, trew to beleeue of parfite
bliſſe, yet to full faith in credence of deſert,
fully mow they not ſuffiſe, ſithen faith hath
no merit of mede, when mans reaſon ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
experience in doing. For vtterly no rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
the parfite bliſſe of loue by no way may
make to be comprehended. Lo what is a per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſell
of louers joy, parfite ſcience in good ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vice,
of their deſire to comprehend in bodely
doing, the liking of the ſoul, nat as by a
glaſſe to haue contemplacion of time com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ming,
but thilk firſt imagined and thought,
after face to face in beholding: what heart,
what reaſon, what vnderſtanding can make
his heauen to be feeled and know without
aſſay of doing? Certes none. Sithen then
of loue commeth ſoch fruit in bliſſe, and loue
in himſelf is the moſt among other vertues,
as Clerks ſain: The ſeed of ſoch ſpringing
in all places, in all countreis, in all worlds
ſhould been ſowe.</p>
               <p>But o wel away, thilk ſeed is forſake, and
mowen not been ſuffred the lond tillers to
ſet a werk, without meddling of cockle, bad
wedes which ſometime ſtonken hath caught
the name of loue among ydiotes and bad
meaning people. Neuer the latter, yet how
ſo it be that men cleap thilk King preciouſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
in kind, with many eke names, that other
things, that the foule yeuen the ilke noble
name, it ſheweth well that in a maner men
haue greate liking in wurſhipping thilke
name, wherefore this work haue I writ, and
to the titled of loues name, I haue it auow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
in a maner of ſacrifice, that where euer it
be rad, it mow in merit by the excellence of
thilk name the more wex in authority and
wurſhip of taking in hede, and to what en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tent
it was ordained, the in feeres mowen
been moued. Euerything to whom is ow and
occaſion done as for his end. Ariſtotle ſup<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſeth
that the acts of euery thing been in a
maner his finall cauſe. A finall cauſe is no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bler,
<pb n="502" facs="tcp:51487:271"/>
or els euen as noble as thilk thing that
is finally to thilk end, wherefore accion of
thing euerlaſting is deemed to be eternall,
and not temporal, ſithen it is his final cauſe:
Right ſo the acts of my book loue, and loue
is noble, wherefore though my book be leud,
the cauſe with which I am ſtered, and for
whom I ought it done, noble forſooth been
both. But bicauſe that in conning I am
yong, and can yet but creep, this leud A, b, c,
haue I ſet into learning, for I can not paſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſen
the telling of three as yet: and if God
will in ſhort time, I ſhall amend this leud<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
in joyning of ſyllables, which thing for
dulneſſe of wit I may not in three letters de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>clare.
For trewly I ſay the goodneſſe of my
Margarite pearle would yeue matter endi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
to many Clerks: Certes her mercy is
more to me ſwetter than any liuings, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
my lips mowen not ſuffice in ſpeaking
of her full laud and worſhip as they ſhuld.
But who is that in knowing of the orders
of Heauen, and putteth his reaſons in the
earth: I forſooth may not with blere eyen,
the ſhining Sun of vertue in bright whele
of this Margarite behold, therefore as yet
I may her not diſcriue in vertue as I would.
In time coming in another treatiſe thorow
goddes grace, this Sunne, cleereneſſe of
vertue to be know, and how ſhe enlumineth
all this day, I think to declare.</p>
               <p>IN this meane while this comfortable
lady gan ſing a wounder mater of endi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
in Latine, but trewly the noble co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lours
in Rhetorike, wiſe knit were ſo craf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tely,
that my conning woll not ſtretche to
remembre, but the ſentence I trowe ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dele
haue I in minde. Certes they were
wonder ſweete of ſowne, and they were
touched all in lamentacion wiſe, and by no
werbelles of mirth: Lo thus gan ſhe ſing
in Latine, as I may conſtrew it in our
Engliſh tongue.</p>
               <p>Alas that theſe heuenly bodies their light
and courſe ſhewen, as nature yaue hem in
commaundement at the ginning of the firſt
age, but theſe things in free choiſe of reaſon
han none vnderſtanding: but man that ought
to paſſe all thing of doing, of right courſe in
kind, ouerwhelmed ſoothneſſe by wrongfull
title, and hath drawen the Sterre of enuie to
gone by his ſide, that the ciypes of me that
ſhould be his ſhinand Sun, ſo oft is ſey, that
it wened thilk error thorow hem come in,
ſhould been mine own default. Trewely
therefore I haue me withdraw, and made my
dwelling out of land in an yle by my ſelf, in
the Occian cloſed, and yet ſayn there many
they haue me harberowed, but God wote they
faylen. Theſe things me greuen to think,
and namely on paiſed gladneſſe, that in this
world was wont me diſport of high and low,
and now it is failed: they that wolden mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtries
me haue in thilk ſtounds, in heauen
on high aboue Saturns ſphere, in ſeaſonable
time were they lodged, but now come queint
counſailours that in no houſe woll ſuffre me
ſojourn, whereof is pitee: And yet ſain ſome
that they me haue in celler with wine ſhet,
in garnere there corne is laid, couered with
wheat, in ſack ſowed with woll, in purſe with
money faſt knit, among pans mouled in a
wiche, in preſſe among clothes laid, with rich
pelure araied, in ſtable among horſe and
other beaſts, as hogs, ſheep, and nete, and in
other maner wiſe. But thou maker of light
(in winking of thine eye the ſun is queint)
woſt right well that I in true name was ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver
thus herberowed. Sometime toforn the
ſun in the ſeuenth party was ſmiten, I bare
both croſſe &amp; mitre, to yeue it where I would.
With me the Pope went a foot, &amp; I tho was
worſhipped of al holy church, kings baden me
their crowns holden. * The law was ſet as it
ſhuld: to fore the judg as wel the poor durſt
ſhew his grefe as the rich, for all his money.
I defended tho tailages, &amp; was ready for the
poor to pay. I made great feaſts in my time,
and noble ſongs, &amp; maried damoſels of gen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>till
feture, withouten gold or other richeſſe.
Poor Clerks for wit of ſchool, I ſet in chur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ches,
and made ſoch perſons to preach: and
tho was ſeruice in holy churches honeſt and
deuout, in pleaſaunce both of God and of
the people. But now the leud for ſimony is
auaunted, &amp; ſhendeth all holy church.* Now
is ſteward for his achates, now is courtior
for his debates, now is eſchetour for his
wrongs, now is loſel for his ſongs, perſoner
and prouendre alone, with which many thrif<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
ſhould encreaſe. And yet is this ſhrew be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bind,
* Free hert is forſake, and loſengeour
is take. Lo it accordeth, for ſuch there been
that voluntary luſts haunten in court with
ribaudry, That till midnight and more woll
play and wake, but in the Church at matins
he is behind, for euill diſpoſicion of his ſto<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>make:
therefore he ſhuld eat bean bred, and
ſo did his ſire, his eſtate therewith to ſtreng<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>then.
His alter is broke, and low lithe in
point to gone to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> yearth, but his horſe muſt
been eaſie and hie to hear him ouer great wa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters.
His chalice poor, but he hath rich cups.
No towayl but a ſheet, there God ſhall been
handled: and on his meat borde there ſhall
been borde clothes and towelles many pair.
At maſſe ſerueth but a clergion: fiue ſquiers
in hall. Poor chauncel, open holes in euery
ſide: beds of ſilk with tapites going all about
his chambre. Poor maſſe book &amp; leud chape<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lain,
and broken Surplice with many an
hole: good hounds and many, to hunt after
Hart and Hare, to feed in their feeſts. Of
poor men haue they great care, for they euer
craue, and nothing offren, they wolden haue
hem doluen. But among legyſtres there
dare I not come, my doing they ſain maken
hem needy, they ne wold for nothing haue me
in town, for then were tort and forth naught
worth an haw about, and pleaſen no men, but
thilk greeuous and torcious been in might
<pb n="503" facs="tcp:51487:271"/>
and in doing: theſe things toforn ſaid mow
well if men liſt ryme, trewly they accord no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing.
And for as moch as all things by me
ſhulden of right ben gouerned, I am ſory to
ſee y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> gouernance faileth, as thus: To ſeen
ſmal and low gouern the hie, &amp; bodies aboue.
Certes that poliſie is nought, it is forbode by
them that of gouernance treaten and enfor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men.
* And right as beaſtly wit ſhould been
ſubject to reaſon, ſo earthly power in it ſelf,
the lower ſhould been ſubject to the hier.</p>
               <p>What is worth thy body but it be gouerned
with thy ſoul? right ſo litel or nought is worth
earthly power, but if regnatife prudence in
heeds gouern the ſmal, to which heeds the
ſmal owen to obey, and ſuffre in their gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nance.
But ſoueraigneſſe ayenward ſhould
think in this wiſe; I am ſeruant of theſe crea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tures
to me deliuered: not Lord, but defen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dor:
not Maiſter, but enformer: not poſſeſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſor,
but in poſſeſſion, and to hem lich a tree,
in which ſparows ſhullen ſtelen, her birdes
to nouriſh and foorth bring vnder ſuerty a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yenſt
all reueinous fouls and beaſts, and not
to be tyrant themſelf. And then the ſmal in
reſt and quiet, by the heeds well diſpoſed,
owen for their ſouerains health and proſpe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite
to pray, and in other doings, in mainte<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nance
thereof perform, withouten other ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>miniſtracion
in rule of any manner gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nance.
And they wit haue in hem, and grace
to come to ſoch things, yet ſhould they ceaſe
till their heeds them cleaped, although pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fit
and pleaſance ſhould follow. But trewly
other gouernance ne other medling ought
they not to claim, ne the heeds on hem to
put. Trewly amongs coſinage dare I not
come, but if richeſſe be my mean, ſoothly ſhe
&amp; other bodily goods maketh nigh coſinage,
there neuer propinquite ne aliance in liue
was, ne ſhould haue be, nere it for her medling
maners, wherefore kindly am I not there le<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged.
Pouert of kinred is behind, richeſſe ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>freth
him to paſſe: truly he ſaith he come ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver
of Iaphets children: whereof I am ſory
that Iaphets children for pouert, in no linage
ben rekened, &amp; Cains children for riches be
maked Iaphets heirs. Alas this is a wonder
change bitween tho two Noes children, ſith<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
that of Iaphets offſpring comden knights,
and of Cain diſcended the line of ſeruage
to his brothers children. Lo how gentileſſe
and ſeruage, as coſins, both diſcended out of
two brethern of one body:* Wherfore I ſay
in ſoothnes, that gentileſſe in kinrede maken
not gentil linage in ſucceſſion, without deſert
of a mans own ſelf. Where is now the line
of Aliſaundrie the noble, or els of Hector of
Troy? Who is diſcended of right blood of
line fro king Artour? Parde ſir Perdicas,
whom that king Aliſandre made to been his
heir in Greece, was of no kings blood, his
dame was a tombiſtere: of what kinred been
the Gentils in our days:* I trow therfore if
any good be in gentileſſe, it is only that it ſee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
a maner of neceſſite be input to gentil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men,
that they ſhoulden not varien fro y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tues
of their anceſters. Certes all maner li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nage
of men ben euen lich in birth, for one fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther,
maker of all goodnes, enformed hem all,
and all mortal folk of one ſeed are greyned.
Wherto auant men of her linage, in coſinage,
or in eld fathers. Loke now the ginning, &amp; to
God maker of mans perſon, there is no clerk
ne no worthy in gentileſſe: &amp; he that noriſheth
his corare with vices and vnreſonable luſts,
and leaueth the kind courſe, to which end him
brought forth his birth, trewly he is vngentil,
and among clerks may not been nempned.
And therfore he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> woll been gentil, he mote
daunten his fleſh fro vices y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cauſen vngen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tilnes,
and leaue alſo reigns of wicked luſts,
* and draw to him vertue, that in all places
gentilnes gentilmen maketh. And ſo ſpeak I
in feminine gendre in general, of tho perſons
at the reuerence of one, whom euery wight
honoureth, for her bounty and her noblenes
ymade her to God ſo dere, that his moder ſhe
became, and ſhe me hath had ſo great in wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhip,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I nill for nothing in open declare that
in any thing ayenſt her ſect may ſo wene: for
all vertue and all worthines of pleſaunce in
hem haboundeth. And although I would any
thing ſpeak, truly I can not, I may find in
yuell of hem no maner mater.</p>
               <p>RIght with theſe words ſhe ſtint of that
lamentable melody, and I gan with
a liuely heart to pray, if that it were liking
vnto her noble grace, ſhe would her deyn
to declare me the mater that firſte was
begonne, in which ſhe lefte, and ſtinte to
ſpeake beforne ſhe ganne to ſinge.</p>
               <p>O (qd. ſhe) this is no newe thing to me
to ſeene you men deſiren after mater, which
your ſelfe cauſed to void.</p>
               <p>Ah good Lady (qd. I) in whom victory
of ſtrength is proued aboue all other thing,
after the judgement of Esdram, whoſe
lordſhip all lignes: Who is that right as
Emperour hem commaundeth, whether
thilke been not women, in whoſe likeneſſe
to me ye aperen. For right as man halte
the principalite of all thing vnder his being,
in the maſculine gender, and no more gen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ders
been there but maſculine, and femi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nine,
all the remnant been no genders but
of grace, in faculty of Grammer. Right ſo
in the feminine, the women holden the vp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pereſt
degree of all things, vnder thilk gen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
contained. Who bringeth forth kings,
which that been lords of ſee and of yearth,
and all peoples of women been born: they
nouriſh hem that raffen vines, they maken
men comfort in their glad cheres. Her ſorrow
is death to mans heart. * Without women
the being of men were impoſſible. They con
with their ſweetneſſe the cruel hert rauiſh,
and make it meek, buxome, and benigne,
without violence meuing. In beauty of their
eyen, or els of other manere fetures is all
mens deſires, ye more than in Gold, Pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious
<pb n="504" facs="tcp:51487:272"/>
ſtones, either any richeſſe. And in this
degree Lady your ſelf many hearts of men
haue ſo bounden, that parfit bliſſe in woman<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kind
to been men wenen, and in nothing els.
Alſo Lady, the goodneſſe, the vertue of wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men,
by property of diſcretion, is ſo well
knowen, by littelneſſe of malice, that deſire to
a good asker by no way con they warn: and
ye then that woll not paſſe the kind wer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ching
of your ſects by general diſcrecion, I
wot well ys woll ſo encline to my prayer,
that grace of my requeſt ſhall fully been
granted. Certes (qd. ſhe) thus for the more
part fareth all mankind to pray, and to cry
after womans grace, and fain many fanta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſies
to make herts to encline to your deſires:
and when theſe ſely women freely of their
kind beleuen your words, and wenen all be
Goſpell the promiſe of your beheſts, then
grant they to you their herts, and full fillen
your luſts, where through their liberty in
maiſterſhip that they toforn had, is thralled,
and ſo maked Soueraine and to be praid,
that firſt was ſeruant, and voice of prayer
vſed. Anon as filled is your luſt, many of you
be ſo trewe, that littel hede take ye of ſoch
kindneſſe, but with traiſoun anon ye think
hem beguile, and ſet light of that thing which
firſt ye maked to you wonders dere: ſo what
thing to women it is to loue any wight ere
ſhe him well know, and haue him proued in
many half, for euery glittering thing is not
gold, and vnder colour of fair ſpeach many
vices may be hid and concealed. Therefore
I rede no wight to truſt on you too rathe,
mens chere &amp; her ſpeach right guileful is ful
oft, wherefore without good aſſay it is not
worth on many on you to truſt: truly it is
right kindly to euery man y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thinketh women
betray, and ſhewen outward all goodneſſe, till
he haue his will performed. Lo the bird is be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guiled
with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mery voice of the foulers whi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtell.
When a woman is cloſed in your net,
then woll ye cauſes finden, and bear vnkind<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
her on hand, or falſety vpon her put, your
own malicious traiſon with ſoch thing to ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cuſe.
Lo then han women none other wreche
in vengeance, but blober and wepe till hem
liſt ſtint, and ſorily her miſhap complain, &amp; is
put into wening y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> all men been ſo vntrew.
How often haue men changed her loues in a
litel while, or els for failing their wil in their
places hem ſet? for frendſhip ſhal be one, and
fame with another him liſt for to haue, &amp; a
third for delite, or els were he loſt both in
pack &amp; in clothes: is this fair? nay God wot.
I may nat tel by thouſand parts, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wrongs
in trechery of ſoch falſe people, for make they
neuer ſo good a bond, all ſet ye at a mite
when your hert tourneth: and they that we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nen
for ſorrow of you dey, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> pite of your falſe
hert is flow out of town. * Alas therefore,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> euer any woman wold take any wight in
her grace, till ſhe know at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> full on whom ſhe
might at all aſſays truſt. Women con no
more craft in queint knowing, to vnderſtand
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> falſe diſceiuable conjectments of mans be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guilings.
Lo how it fareth, though ye men
gronen &amp; crien, certes it is but diſceit, &amp; y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
preueth well by thends in your werking.
How many women haue been lorn, and with
ſhame foul ſhent by long laſting time, which
thorow mens gile haue been diſceiued? euer
their fame ſhall dure, &amp; their deeds rad and
ſong in many londs, that they han done re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>coueren
ſhall they neuer, but alway been dee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>med
lightly, in ſuch plite ayen ſhould they
fall, of which ſlanders &amp; tenes ye falſe men &amp;
wicked been the very cauſes, on you by right
ought theſe ſhames and theſe reproues all
holy diſcend. Thus arn ye all nigh vntrew,
for all your fair ſpeche your hert is ful fickel.
What cauſe han ye women to diſpiſe? better
fruit than they been, ne ſweter ſpices to your
behoue, mow ye not find, as far as worldly
bodies ſtretchen. Loke to their forming at the
making of their perſons by God in joy of Pa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>radice,
for goodneſſe of mans propre body
were they maked, after the ſaws of the Bi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble,
rehearſing Gods words in this wiſe: It
is good to mankind that we make to him an
helper. Lo in paradiſe for your help was this
tree graffed, out of which all linage of man
diſcendeth: if a man be noble fruit, of noble
fruit it is ſprongen: the bliſſe of Paradiſe to
mens ſory herts, yet in this tree abideth. O
noble helps been theſe trees, and gentil jew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>el
to ben worſhipped of euery good creature:
* He that hem anoieth, doth his own ſhame,
it is a comfortable perl ayenſt al tenes. Eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
company is mirthed by their preſent be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing.
Truly I wiſt neuer vertue, but a woman
were therof y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> root. What is heauen y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> worſe,
tho Sarazins on it lien? Is your faith vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>true,
tho renogates maken theron leaſings.
If y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fire doth any wight bren, blame his own
wit that put himſelf ſo far in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heat. Is not
fire gentilleſt, &amp; moſt element comfortable
amongs all other? fire is cheef werker in for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thering
ſuſtenance to mankind, ſhall fire been
blamed, for it brend a fool naturally, by his
own ſtultie wit in ſtering? Ah wicked fools, for
your proper mallice, and ſhrewdneſſe of your
ſelf, ye blame and diſpiſe the precious thing
of your kind, and which things among other
moſt ye deſiren. Trewly Nero and his chil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dren
been ſhrews, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> diſpiſen ſo their dames.
The wickedneſſe and giling of men, in di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſclaundring
of thilke that moſt hath hem
gladded &amp; pleaſed, were impoſſible to write or
to nempne. Neuer the later yet I ſay, he that
knoweth a way, may it lightly paſſe: eke an
hearb proued may ſafely to ſmertande ſores
be laid: ſo I ſay in him that is proued is no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
ſoch euils to geſſe. But theſe things
haue I reherſed to warne you women all at
ones, that to lightly without good aſſay ye
aſſenten not to mans ſpeach. The Sun in
the day light, is to knowen from the Moon
that ſhineth in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> night. Now to thee thy ſelf
(qd. ſhe) as I haue oft ſaid, I know well thine
hert, thou art none of all the tofore nemp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned
<pb n="505" facs="tcp:51487:272"/>
people, for I know well the continuance
of thy ſeruice, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> neuer ſithen I ſet thee a werk,
might thy Margarite for pleaſance, freend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhip,
ne fairehede of none other be in point
moued from thine hert, wherefore into mine
houſhold haſtely I woll that thou entre, and
all the parfite priuite of my werking make it
be know in thy vnderſtanding, as one of my
priuy familiers. Thou deſireſt (qd. ſhe) fain
to hear of tho things there I left. Ye for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſooth
(qd. I) that were to me a great bliſſe.
Now (qd. ſhe) for thou ſhalt not wene that
womans condicions for fair ſpech, ſuch thing
belongeth.</p>
               <p>THou ſhalt (qd. ſhe) vnderſtand firſt
among all other things, that all the
cure of my ſeruice, to me in the parfite
bliſſe in doing, is deſired in euery mans
herte, be he neuer ſo moche a wretche,
but euery man trauaileth by diuers ſtudy,
and ſeeke thilke bliſſe by diuers ways, but
all the endes are knitte in ſelineſſe of deſire
in the parfite bliſſe, that is ſoch joy, when
men it haue gotten, there liueth no thing
more to been coueited: But how y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> deſire of
ſoch perfection in my ſeruice be kindly ſet in
louers herts, yet her erronious opinions miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turn
it by falſeneſſe of wening. And although
mens vnderſtanding be miſturned, to know
which ſhoulde beene the way vnto my per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon,
and whither it abideth: yet wote they
there is a loue in euery wight, weneth by
that thing that he coueiteth moſt, he ſhould
come to thilk loue, and that is parfite bliſſe
of my ſeruants, but then full bliſſe may not
be, and there lack any thing of that bliſſe in
any ſide. Eke it followeth then, that he that
muſt haue full bliſſe, lack no bliſſe in loue on
no ſide.</p>
               <p>Therefore Lady (qd. I tho) thilk bliſſe I
haue deſired, and ſothe to forne this my ſelf
by ways of riches, of dignite, of power, and
of renome, wening me in tho thrages had ben
thilk bliſſe, but ayenſt the heer it tourneth.
When I ſuppoſed beſt thilke bliſſe haue get
and come to the full purpoſe of your ſeruice,
ſodainly was I hindred, and throwen ſo fer
abacke, that me thinketh an impoſſible to
come there I left. I woll well (qd. ſhe) &amp; there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
haſt thou failed, for thou wenteſt not by
the hie way, a littel miſgoing in the ginning,
cauſeth mikell errour in the end, wherefore
of thilk bliſſe thou failedſt, for hauing of ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheſſe,
ne none of thother things thou nemp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nedſt,
mowen not make ſoch parfite bliſſe in
loue, as I ſhall ſhew. Therefore they be not
worthy to thilke bliſſe, and yet ſomewhat
muſt been cauſe and way to thilk bliſſe: <hi>Er<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>go,</hi>
there is ſome ſoch thing, and ſome way,
but it is littel in vſage, and that is not open<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
iknow. But what feleſt in thine hert of the
ſeruice, in which by me thou art entred: we<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſt
aught thy ſelf, yet be in the hie way to
my bliſſe? I ſhall ſo ſhew it to thee, thou ſhalt
not con ſay the contrary.</p>
               <p>Good Lady (qd. I) altho I ſuppoſe it in my
hert, yet would I hear thine words, how
ye meanen in this matter? (qd. ſhe) that I ſhall
with my good will. The ilke bliſſe deſired,
ſomedeal ye knowen, altho it be not perfitely,
for kindly entencion leadeth you thereto, but
in three maner liuings, is all ſuch ways ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed.
Euery wight in this world to haue this
bliſſe, one of the ilk three ways of liues muſt
proceede, which after opinions of great
Clerks, arn by names cleaped, beaſtiallich,
reaſonablich, in vertuous: Manlich is world<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lich,
beaſtialich is luſts and delitable, no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
reſtrained by bridle of reaſon: all that
joyeth and yeueth gladneſſe to the hert, and it
be ayenſt reaſon, is likened to beſtiall liuing,
which thing followeth luſts and delites,
wherfore in ſuch thing may not that precious
bliſs, that is maiſter of all vertues, abide.
Your fathers toforne you haue cleaped ſuch
luſty liuings, after the fleſh, paſſions of de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſire,
which are innominable tofore God and
man both. Then after determination of ſuch
wiſe, we accorden, that ſuch paſſions of deſire
ſhull not ben nempned, but holden for abſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lute
from all other liuings and prouings,
and ſo liueth into liuings, manlich and rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſonable,
to declare the matters begon. But
to make thee fully haue vnderſtanding in
manlich liuings, which is holden worldlich
in theſe things, ſo that ignorance be made
no letter. I woll (qd. ſhe) nempn theſe fore<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaid
ways by names and concluſions.</p>
               <p>Firſt riches, dignity, renome, and power,
ſhull in this work be cleaped bodily goodes,
for in hem hath been a great throw, mans
truſt of ſillineſs in loue, as in riches ſuffi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſance
to haue maintained y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> was begon by
worldly cattell in dignity, honour, and reue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rence
of hem that wern vnderput, by mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtry
thereby to obey. In renome glory of
peoples praiſing, after luſts in their heart
without heed taking to quality and manner
of doing, and in power, by trouth of Lord<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhips
mainteinance, thing to proceed forth
in doing. In all which things a long time,
mans couetiſe in commune hath ben great<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
grounded, to come to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bliſs of my ſeruice,
but truly they were beguiled, and for the prin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cipall
muſt needs fail, and in helping mowe
not auail. See why for holdeſt him not poor
that is needy? Yes parde (qd. I.) And him for
diſhonoured, that much folk dein not to reue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rence.
That is ſooth (qd. I.) And what him that
his mights failen, and mow not helpen. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
(qd. I) me ſeemeth of all men he ſhould
be holden a wretch. And weneſt not (qd ſhe)
that he that is little in renome, but rather is
out of the praiſings, of mo men than a few be
not in ſhame? Forſooth (qd. I) it is ſhame and
villany to him that coueiteth renome, that
more folke not praiſe in name, than praiſe.
Sooth (qd. ſhe) thou ſaiſt ſooth, but all theſe
things are followed of ſuch manner doing,
and wenden in riches ſuffiſaunce, in power
might, in dignity worſhip, and in renome glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry,
<pb n="506" facs="tcp:51487:273"/>
wherefore they diſcended into deceiuable
wening, and in that ſeruice deceit is followed.
And thus in generall, thou and all ſuch other
that ſo worchen, failen of my bliſſe, that ye
long han deſired, wherefore truly in life of rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
is the high way to this bliſſe, as I think
more openly to declare hereafter. Neuer the
latter, yet in a little to comfort thy heart, in
ſhewing of w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> way thou art entred thy ſelf,
and that thy Margarite may know thee ſet
in the high way, I woll enform thee in this
wiſe. Thou haſt failed of thy firſt purpoſe, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cauſe
thou wenteſt wrong, and lefteſt the high
way on thy right ſide, as thus, thou lookedſt
on worldly liuing, and that thing thee begui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led,
and lightly therefore as a little aſſay thou
ſongedſt, but when I turned thy purpoſe, and
ſhewed thee a part of the high way, tho thou
abode therin, &amp; no death ne ferdneſſe of none
enemy might thee out of thilke way reue,
but euer one in thine heart, to come to thilk
bliſſe, when thou were arreſted, and firſt time
empriſoned, thou wer loth to change thy way,
for in thy heart thou wendeſt to haue been
there thou ſhouldeſt, &amp; for I had ruth to ſeen
thee miſcaried, &amp; wiſt well thine ablenes my
ſeruice to further &amp; encreaſe, I come my ſelf
without other mean to viſit thy perſon, in
comfort of thy hert: and parde in my coming
thou were greatly gladded, after which time,
no diſeaſe, no care, no tene might moue me
out of thy hert. And yet I am glad &amp; greatly
enpited, How continually thou haddeſt me in
mind, with good auiſement of thy conſcience,
when thy king &amp; his princes, by huge words
&amp; great, looked after variance in thy ſpeech,
and euer thou were ready for my ſake, in plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce
of that Margarite pearl, and many
mo other, thy body to oblige into Marces do<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
if any contraried thy ſaws, ſtedfaſt way
maketh ſtedfaſt heart, with good hope in the
end. Truly I woll that thou it well know,
for I ſee thee ſo ſet, and not changing heart
haddeſt in my ſeruice, and I made thou had<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deſt
grace of thy king, in foryeueneſſe of mi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kell
misdeed: to the gracious king art thou
mikell holden, of whoſe grace and goodneſſe,
ſometime hereafter I think to enform, when
I ſhew the ground, where as moral vertue
groweth. Who brought thee to werk? Who
brought this grace about? Who made thy
heart hardy? Truly it was I, for haddeſt
thou of me failed, then of this purpoſe had
neuer taken in this wiſe. And therefore I ſay,
thou might well truſt to come to thy bliſſe,
ſithen thy ginning hath been heard, but euer
graciouſly after thy hearts deſire hath pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceeded.
Siluer fined with many heats, men
known for true, and ſafely men may truſt in
thee alway in werking. This diſeaſes hath
proued, what way hence forward thou think<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
to hold. Now in good faith Lady (qd. I
tho) I am now in, me ſeemeth it is the high
way and the right. Yea forſooth (qd. ſhe) and
now I woll diſproue thy firſt ways, by which
many men wenen to get thilk bliſſe. But for
as much as euery heart y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath caught full
loue, is tyed with queint knittings, thou ſhalt
vnderſtand, that loue, and thilke foreſaid
bliſſe, toforn declared, in this proouings, ſhall
hote the knot in the heart. Well (qd. I) this
impoſſeſſion I woll well vnderſtand. Now
alſo (qd. ſhe) for the knot in the heart muſt
ben from one to another, and I know thy
deſire: I woll thou vnderſtand theſe mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters,
to been ſaid of thy ſelf, in diſproouing
of thy firſt ſeruice, and in ſtrengthening of
thilk that thou haſt vndertake to thy Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>garite
pearl. A Godds half (qd. I) right well
I feel, that all this caſe is poſſible and true,
and therefore I admitted all togither. Vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtanden
well (qd. ſhe) theſe terms, and
look no contradiction thou graunt. If God
woll (qd. I) of all theſe things woll I not fail,
and if I graunt contradiction, I ſhould
graunt an impoſſible, and that were a foul
inconuenience, fro which things Lady iwis
hereafter I think me to keep.</p>
               <p>WEll (qd. ſhe) thou knoweſt that eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
thing is a cauſe, wherethrough
any thing hath being, that is cleaped cauſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed:
then if riches cauſen knotte in heart,
thilke riches arne cauſe of the ilke preci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
thing being: But after the ſentence
of Ariſtotle, * Euery cauſe is more in dig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity,
than his thing cauſed, wherethrough it
followeth, riches to ben more in dignity than
thilke knot, but richeſſe arn kindly naugh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
bad, and needy, and the ilke knot is
thing kindly, good, moſt praiſed, and deſired:
Ergo thing naughty, badde, and needy, in
kindly vnderſtanding, is more worthy, than
thing kindly, good, moſt deſired and praiſed:
The conſequence is falſe, needs the antece<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dent
mote been of the ſame condition. But
that richeſſes been badde, naughty, and nee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy,
that woll I proue, wherefore they mowe
cauſe no ſuch thing, that is ſo glorious &amp; good:
* The more richeſſe thou haſt, the more need
haſt thou of help, hem to keep. Ergo thou
needeſt in richeſſe, which need thou ſhouldeſt
not haue, if thou hem wanteſt. Then muſt ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ches
been needy, that in their hauing maken
thee needy to helps, in ſurety thy richeſſe to
keepen, wherethrough followeth richeſſe to
been needy. Euery thing cauſing euils, is bad
and naughty: but riches in one cauſen miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eaſe,
in another they mowen not euenly ſtret<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chen
all about. Whereof commeth plee, de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bate,
theft, begilings, but riches to win, which
things been bad, and by richeſſe arn cauſed:
ergo the ilk richeſſe been badde, which bad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
&amp; need been knit into riches, by a man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
of kindly property, and euery cauſe, and
cauſed accorden: ſo that it followeth the ilk
richeſſe, to haue the ſame accordaunce, with
badneſſe &amp; nede, that their cauſe asketh. Al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſo
euery thing hath his beeing by his cauſe,
then if the cauſe be deſtroyed, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> being of cau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
is vaniſhed: And ſo if richeſſe cauſen loue,
and richeſſe weren deſtroyed, the loue ſhould
<pb n="507" facs="tcp:51487:273"/>
vaniſh, but the ilke knot and it be true, may
not vaniſh for no going of no richeſſe: Ergo
richeſſe is no cauſe of the knot. And many
men, as I ſaid, ſetten the cauſe of the knot
in richeſſe, the ilke knitten the richeſſe, and
nothing the euill: the ilke perſons, what euer
they been, wenen that richeſſe is moſt woor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy
to be had, and that make they the cauſe<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
and ſo wene they thilke riches be better than
the perſone. Commonly ſuche asken rather
after the quantity, than after the quality, and
ſuch wenen as well by hemſelfe, as by other,
that conjunction of his life and of his ſoul is
no more precious, but in as mikell as he hath
of richeſſe. Alas, how may he holden ſuch
things precious or noble, that neither han life
ne ſoul, ne ordinaunce of werching limmes:
ſuch richeſſe been more woorthy, when they
been in gathering, in departing ginneth his
loue of other mennes prayſing. And auarice
gathering, maketh be hated, and needy to ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
out helps: and when leueth the poſſeſſion
of ſuch goods, and they ginne vaniſh, then en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tereth
ſorrow and tene in their herts. O bad
and ſtrait been thilke, that at their departing
maketh men tenefull and ſorry, and in the ga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thering
of hem make menne needy: Much
folk at ones mowen not togither much ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>of
haue.* A good gueſt gladdeth his hoſt, and
all his meiny, but he is a bad gueſt, that ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
his hoſt needy, and to be afeard of his
<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ueſts going. Certes (qd. I) me wondereth
therefore, that the common opinion is thus:
he is worth no more, than that he hath in
ca<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>tell. O (qd. ſhe) look thou be not of that o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pinion,
for if gold or money, or other manner
of riches ſhinen in thy ſight, whoſe is that?
Not thine: and tho they haue a little beauty,
they be nothing in compariſon of our kind,
and therefore ye ſhould not ſet your woorthi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
in thing lower than your ſelf: for the ri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheſſe,
the faireneſſe, the woorthineſſe of thilke
goods, if there be any ſuch preciouſneſſe in
hem, are not thine, thou madeſt hem ſo neuer,
from other they come to thee, &amp; to other they
ſhull from thee: wherefore embraceſt thou o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
wights goods, as tho they were thine?
Kind hath draw hem by hemſelf. It is ſooth
the goods of the yearth been ordained in your
food and nouriſhing, but if thou wolt hold
thee apayed with that ſufficeth to thy kind,
thou ſhalt not be in danger of no ſuch riches.
* To kind ſufficeth little thing, who that ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
heed.* And if thou wolt algates with ſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>perfluity
of riches be athroted, thou ſhalt ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtelich
be annoyed, or els euil at eaſe. And fair<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of fields, ne of habitations, ne multitude
of meiny may not be rekened as riches, that
are thine own, for if they be bad, it is great
ſclaunder and villany to the occupier, and if
they be good or fair, the matter of the work<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man
that hem made, is to praiſe. How ſhould
otherwiſe bounty be counted for thine, the
ilke goodneſſe and fairneſſe be proper to tho
things hemſelf, then if they be not thine, ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
not when they wend, ne glad thee not in
pompe and in pride, when thou hem haſt, for
their bounty and their beauties, cometh out
of their own kind, and not of thine own per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon:
as fair been they in their not hauing, as
when thou haſt hem, they be not fair, for thou
haſt hem, but thou haſt getten hem for the fair<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
of themſelf. And there the valance of
men is deemed in riches outforth, wenen me
to haue no proper good in themſelf, but ſeech
it in ſtrange things. Truly the condition of
good wening is in thee miſtourned, to wene
your nobleneſſe be not in your ſelf, but in the
goods and beauty of other things. Parde the
beaſts that han but feeling ſouls, haue ſuffi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce
in their own ſelf: and ye that been
like to God, ſeken encreaſe of ſuffiſance, from
ſo excellent a kind, of ſo low things, ye do
great wrong to him, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> you made ſords ouer
all yearthly things, &amp; ye put your worthineſſe
vnder the number of the feet, of lower things
and foul, when ye judge thilke riches to be
your worthineſſe, then put ye your ſelf by eſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mation,
vnder thilk foul things, and then
leue ye the knowing of your ſelf<g ref="char:punc">▪</g> ſo be ye viler
than any domb beaſt, that commeth of ſhreud
vice. Right ſo thilk perſons that louen none
euill, for dear worthineſſe of the perſon, but
for ſtraunge goods, and ſaith the adornment
in the knot lieth in ſuch thing, his errour is
perillous and ſhreud, and he wrieth much ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nime,
with much wealth, and that knot may
not be good, when he hath it getten. Certes,
thus hath riches with flickering light annoi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
many: and often when there is a throw
out ſhrew, he cometh all the gold, all the pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious
ſtones that mowen be founden to haue
in his bandon, he weneth no wight be worthy
to haue ſuch things but he alone. How many
haſt thou know now in late time, that in
their riches, ſuppoſed ſuffiſance haue follow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
and now it is all failed. Ye lady qd. I that
is for miſſe meddling, and other wiſe gouern<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
thilk riches, than they ſhould. Yea (qd. ſhe
tho) had not the flood greatly areiſed, &amp; throw
to hemward both grauell and ſand, he had
made no meddling. And right as ſea yeueth
flood, ſo draweth ſea ebbe, and pulleth ayen
vnder wawe, all the firſt out throw, but if
good piles of noble gouernance in Loue, in
well meaning manner, been ſadly grounded,
to which hold thilk grauel, as for a while, that
ayen lightly mowe not it tourn: and if the
piles ben true, the grauel and ſand wol abide.
And certes, full warning in loue ſhalt thou
neuer through hem get ne couer, that lightly
with an ebbe ere thou beware, it will ayen
meue.</p>
               <p>* In riches many men have had tenes &amp; di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeaſes,
w<hi>
                     <hi rend="sup">ch</hi>
                  </hi> they ſhould not haue had, if therof
they had failed. Through which now decla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red,
partly it is ſhewed, that for riches ſhould
the knot in heart, neither been cauſed in one,
ne in other: truly knot may been knit, and I
trow more ſtedfaſt in loue, though richeſſe
failed, and els in richeſſe is the knot, and not
in heart. And then ſuch a knot is falſe, when
<pb n="508" facs="tcp:51487:274"/>
the ſea ebbeth and withdraweth the grauell,
that ſuche richeſſe voydeth, thilke knotte
woll vnknit. Wherefore no truſt, no waye,
no cauſe, no parfite beeing is in richeſſe, of
no ſuche knotte, therefore another way muſt
wee haue.</p>
               <p>HOnour in dignity is wened to yeuen <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>
full knotte. Ye certes (qd. I) and of
that opinion ben many, for they ſayne, dig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity,
with honour, and reuerence, cauſen
herts to encheinen, and ſo abled to knit to<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gither,
for the excellence in ſouerainty of
ſuch degrees.</p>
               <p>Now (qd. ſhe) if dignity, honour, and reue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rence,
cauſen thilke knot in heart, this knot is
good &amp; profitable. For euery cauſe of a cauſe,
is cauſe of thing cauſed: Then thus, good
things &amp; profitable, ben by dignity, honour,
and reuerence cauſed. Ergo they accorden, &amp;
dignities been good with reuerences and ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour,
but contraries mowen not accorden:
wherefore by reaſon there ſhould no dignity,
no reuerence, none honor accord with ſhrews,
but that is falſe: They haue beene cauſe to
ſhrewes, in many ſhreudueſſe, for wyth hem
they accorden. Ergo from beginning, to ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gue
ayenward, till it come to the laſt conclu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſion,
they are not cauſe of the knot. Lo all day
at eie arne ſhrewes not in reuerence, in ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour,
&amp; in dignity? Yes forſooth, rather than
the good. Then followeth it, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhrewes rather
than good, ſhul ben cauſe of this knot. But
of thys contrary, of all louers is beleeue, &amp;
for a ſoth openly determined to hold.</p>
               <p>Now (qd. I) faine would I heare, how ſuch
dignities accorden with ſhrewes.</p>
               <p>O (qd. ſhe) that woll I ſhewe in manyfolde
wiſe. Ye wene (qd. ſhe) that dignities of office
here in your City, is as the Sunne, it ſhineth
bright withouten any cloud: whyche thyng,
when they commen in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hands of malicious
tyraunts, there commeth muche harme, and
more greuaunce thereof, than of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wild fire,
though it brende all a ſtreete. Certes, in dig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity
of office, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> werks of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> occupier ſhewen
the mallice and the badneſſe in the perſone,
with ſhrewes they maken manifolde harmes,
and muche people ſhamen. How often han
rancours, for mallice of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> gouernour ſhoulde
been maintained? Hath not then ſuch digni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties
cauſed debate, rumours, &amp; euils? Yes
God wote, by ſuch thynges haue been truſted
to, make mennes vnderſtandyng encline to
many queint thyngs. Thou woteſt wel what
I meane. Ye (qd. I) therefore as dignity ſuch
thyng in tene ywrought, ſo ayenwarde the
ſubſtaunce in dignity chaunged, relyed to
bryng ayen good plite in doyng. Do waye,
do waye (qd. ſhe) if it ſo betide, but y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is ſelde
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſuch dignity is betake in a good mannes
gouernaunce. What thing is to recken in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
dignities goodneſſe? Parde the bounty and
goodneſſe is hers, that vſen it in good gouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce,
&amp; therefore commeth it, that honour
and reuerence ſhould been doen into dignity,
becauſe of encreaſing vertue in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> occupyer,
and not to the ruler, becauſe of ſoueraignety
in dignity. Sithen dignity may no vertue
cauſe, who is worthy worſhip for ſuch good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe?
Not dignity, but perſone, that maketh
goodneſſe in dignity to ſhine. This is woonder
thing (qd. I) for me thinketh, as the perſone
in dignity is worthye honour for goodneſſe, ſo
tho a perſone for hadneſſe, maugre hath de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerued,
yet the dignity le<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>eth to be commen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded.
Let be (qd. ſhe) thou erreſt ryght foule,
dignity with hadneſſe, is helper to performe
the fello<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> us doyng: parde were it kindely
good, or any property of kindely vertue, had<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
in hemſelfe, ſhrewes ſhould hem neuer
haue, with hem ſhould they neuer accord.
Water &amp; fire that been contrarious, mowen
not togider been aſſembled, kind woll not ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fer
ſuch contraries to ioyne. And ſithen at
eye by experience in doing, we ſeen y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhrewes
haue hem more often than good men, ſiker
mayeſt thou be, that kindely good in ſuch
things is not appropred. Parde were they
kindly good, as well one as other ſhoulden
euenlich in vertue of gouernaunce ben worth:
but one faileth in goodneſſe, another doth the
contrary, and ſo it ſheweth kindely goodneſſe,
in dignity not be grounded. And this ſame
reaſon (qd. ſhe) may be made in generall, on all
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bodily goods, for they commen oft to throw
out ſhrewes. After this he is ſtrong, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hath
might to haue great burthens, &amp; he is light
and ſwift, that hath ſoueraignty in ronning
to paſſe other: right ſo he is a ſhrew, on whom
ſhreude thinges and bad han moſt werching.
And right as Phyloſophy maketh Philoſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phiers,
and my ſeruice maketh louers: ryght
ſo if dignities weren good or vertuous, they
ſhould maken ſhrewes good, and tourne her
mallice, and make hem be vertuous, but that
doe they not, as it is prooued, but cauſen ran<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cour
and debate: Ergo they be not good, but
vtterly bad. Had Nero neuer been Emperor,
ſhould neuer his dame haue be ſlaine, to ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
open the priuity of his engendrure. He<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rodes
for his dignity ſlewe manye children.
The dignity of king Iohn would haue de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtroyed
all England. Therefore mokell wiſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dome
&amp; goodneſſe both needeth in a perſon,
the mallice in dignity, ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ily to bridle, and with
a good bitte of areſte to withdraw, in caſe it
would praunce otherwiſe than it ſhould: tru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
yee yeue to dignities wrongfull names in
your cleping. They ſhould hete not dignity,
but monſter of badneſſe, and mainteiner of
ſhrewes. Parde, ſhine the Sunne neuer ſo
bright, and it bring forth no heat, ne ſeaſona<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bly
the hearbes out bring of the yearth, but
ſuffer froſts and cold, and thearth barraine to
ligge, by time of his compaſſe in circuit about,
ye would wonder and diſpreiſe that Sunne.
It the Moon be at full, and ſheweth no light,
but darke &amp; dimme to your ſight appereth,
and make deſtruction of the waters, woll ye
not ſuppoſe it be vnder cloud, or in clips? And
that ſome priuy thing, vnknown to your
<pb n="509" facs="tcp:51487:274"/>
wits, is cauſe of ſuch contrarious doing?
Then if clerks, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> han full inſight &amp; knowing
of ſuch impediments, enform you of the ſooth,
very ideots ye been, but if ye yeuen credence
to thilk clerks words. And yet it dooth me
te<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>e, to ſeen many wretches rejoycen in ſuch
many Planets. Truly little con they on Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophy,
or els on my lore, that any deſire ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven
ſuch lighting Planets, in that wiſe any
more to ſhew. Good Lady, (qd. I) tell ye me
how ye mean in theſe things. Lo (qd. ſhe) the
dignities of your citty, Sunne and Moone,
nothing in kind ſhew their ſhining as they
ſhould. For the Sunne made no brenning
heat in loue, but freſed enuy in mens hearts,
for feeblenes of ſhining heat: and the Moone
was about vnder an old cloud, the liuings by
waters to deſtroy. Lady (qd I) it is ſuppoſed
they had ſhined as they ſhould. Ye (qd. ſhe) but
now it is prooued at the full, their beauty in
kindly ſhining failed: wherefore dignity of
himſeluen, hath no beauty in faireneſſe, ne
driueth not away vices, but encreaſeth, and
ſo be they no cauſe of the knot. Now ſee in
good truth, hold ye not ſuch ſonnes woor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy
of no reuerence and dignities, woorthy
of no worſhip, that maketh men to do the
more harms? I not (qd I.) No (qd. ſhe) and
thou ſee a wiſe good man, for his goodneſſe
and wiſeneſſe wolt thou not do him worſhip?
Thereof he is worthy. That is good skill (qd.
I) it is due to ſuch, both reuerence and wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhip
to haue. Then (qd. ſhe) a ſhrew for his
ſhreudneſſe, altho he be put forth toforne other
for ferde, yet is he worthy for ſhreudneſſe to
be vnworſhipped: of reuerence no part is he
worthy to haue, to contrarious doing belong<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,
and that is good skill. For right as he
beſmiteth the dignities, thilk ſame thing a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yenward
him ſmiteth, or els ſhould ſmite.
And ouer this thou woſt well (qd. ſhe) that fire
in euery place heateth where it be, and water
maketh wet: Why? For kindly werking is
ſo yput in hem to do ſuch things: for euery
kindly in werking ſheweth his kind. But
though a wight had been Maior of your city
many Winter together, &amp; come in a ſtrange
place, there he were not known, he ſhould for
his dignity haue no reuerence. Then nei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
worſhip ne reuerence is kindly proper in
no dignity, ſithen they ſhoulden done their
kind in ſuch doing, if any were. And if reue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rence
ne worſhip kindly be not ſette in digni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties,
and they more therein been ſhewed than
goodneſſe, for that in dignity is ſhewed, but
it prooueth, that goodneſſe kindly in hem is
not grounded. Iwis neither worſhip ne reue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rence,
ne goodneſſe in dignity, done none of<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fice
of kind, for they haue none ſuch property
in nature of doing, but by falſe opinion of the
people. Lo, how ſometime, thilk that in
your City wern in dignity noble, if thou liſt
hem nempne, they been now ouertourned,
both in worſhip, in name, and in reuerence,
wherefore ſuch dignities haue no kindely
<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>er<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>hing of worſhip, and of reuerence, he
that hath no worthyneſſe on it ſelf. Now it
riſeth, and now it vaniſheth, after the va<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riaunt
opinion in falſe heartes of vnſtable
people.</p>
               <p>Wherfore, if thou deſire y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knot of this jew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>el,
or els if thou wouldeſt ſuppoſe ſhe ſhould
ſet the knot on thee for ſuch manner of dig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity,
then thou weneſt beauty or goodneſſe
of the ilk ſomewhat encreaſeth the goodneſſe
or vertue in the body: but dignity of hem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelf
ben not good, ne yeuen reuerence ne wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhip
by their own kind, how ſhould they then
yeue to any other a thing that by no way
mowe they haue hemſelf? It is ſeen in dig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity
of the Emperor, and of many mo other,
that they mowe not of hemſelue keep their
worſhip, ne their reuerence, that in a little
while it is now vp, and now down, by vnſted<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>faſt
hearts of the people. What bounty mow
they yeue, that with cloud lightly leaueth his
ſhining? Certes, to the occupier is mokell
apeired, ſithen ſuch doing doth villany to
him that may it not maintain, wherefore
thilk way to the knot is crooked: and if any
deſire to come to the knot, he muſt leaue this
way on his left ſide, or els ſhall he neuer come
there.</p>
               <p>AVaileth aught (qd. ſhe) power of
might, in maintenaunce of woorthy,
to come to this knot. Parde (qd. I) ye,
for herts ben rauiſhed from ſuch manner
things. Certes (qd. ſhe) though a fooles
hearte is with thing rauiſhed, yet there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
is no generall cauſe of the powers,
ne of a ſiker parfite heart, to be looked after.
Was not Nero the moſt ſhrew, one of thilk
that men rede, and yet had he power to
make Senators, Iuſtices, and Princes of ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
lands? Was not that great power? Yes
certes (qd. I.) Well (qd. ſhe) yet might he not
help himſelf out of diſeaſe, when he gan fall.
How many enſamples canſt thou remember
of kings, great and noble, and huge power
holden, and yet they might not keep hemſelue
from wretchedneſſe. How wretched was king
Henry Curtmantill ere he died? He had not ſo
much as to couer with his members: and yet
was he one of the greateſt kings of all the
Normands offſpring, and moſt poſſeſſion had.
O, a noble thing and clear is power, that
is not founden mighty to keep himſelf.</p>
               <p>Now truly, a great fool is he, that for
ſuch thing would ſet the knot in thine heart.
Alſo power of realms is not thilk greateſt
power, amongs the worldly powers recke<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned?
And if ſuch powers han wretchedneſſe
in hemſelf, it followeth other powers of fee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bler
condition to been wretched, and then
that wretchedneſſe ſhould ben cauſe of ſuch
a knot. But euery wight that hath reaſon,
wote well that wretchedneſſe by no way
may been cauſe of none ſuch knot, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
ſuch power is no cauſe. That powers
haue wretchedneſſe in hemſelf, may right
lightly been preued.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="510" facs="tcp:51487:275"/>
If power lacke on any ſide, on that ſide is
no power, but no power is wretchedneſſe: for
all be it ſo, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> power of emperors or kings, or
els of their realms (which is the power of the
Prince) ſtretchen wide &amp; broad, yet beſides is
there mokel folke, of which he hath no com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mandement
ne lordſhip, and there as lacketh
his power, his nonpower entreth, where vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
ſpringeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> maketh hem wretches. No
power is wretchedneſſe, and nothing els: but
in this maner hath kings more portion of
wretchedneſſe, than of power. Truly ſuch
powers been vnmighty, foreuer they ben in
drede, how thilke power from leſing may be
keeped of ſorrow, ſo drede ſorrily pricks euer
in their herts: Little is that power, whych ca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reth
and feardeth it ſelfe to maintaine. Vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mighty
is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wretchedneſſe, which is entered by
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> feardfull wening of the wretch himſelf: and
knot ymaked by wretchedneſſe, is betweene
wretches, &amp; wretches all thynge bewaylen:
wherefore the knotte ſhould be bewayled, and
there is no ſuch parfite bliſſe that we ſuppo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
at the ginning. Ergo power in nothyng,
ſhould cauſe ſuch knottes. Wretchedneſſe is
a kyndely property in ſuch power, as by way
of drede, which they mowe not eſchew, ne by
no way liue in ſikerneſſe. For thou woſt well
(qd. ſhe) hee is nought mightye, that woulde
done that hee may not done ne perfourme.
Therefore (qd. I) theſe kings and lords that
han ſuffiſaunte at the full, of men and other
things, mowen well ben holden nughty:
their commaundements been done, it is ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uer
more denied. Fool (qd. ſhe) or he wot himſelf
mighty, or wote it not: * For he is nought
mighty, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is blind of his might, &amp; wote it not.
That is footh (qd. I) Then if he wote it, he
muſt needs been adradde to leſen it. He that
wote of his might, is in doubt that hee mote
needes leſe, &amp; ſo leadeth him dreade to been
vnmighty. And if he retch not to le<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>e, little
is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> worth, that of the leſing reaſon retcheth
nothing: and if it were mighty in power or
in ſtrength, the leaſing ſhould ben withſet, &amp;
when it commeth to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> leaſing, he may it not
withſitte. Ergo thilke might is leud &amp; naugh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty.
Such mights arne ylike to poſts and pil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lars
that vpright ſtonden, and great might
han to beare many charges, and if they croke
on any ſide, little thyng maketh hem ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>throw.
This is a good enſample (qd. I) to pil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lers
and poſtes y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I haue ſeen ouerthrowed
my ſelfe, and hadden they ben vnderput with
any helpes, they had not ſo lightly fall. Then
holdeſt thou him mighty, that hath many
men armed, &amp; many ſeruaunts, and euer he
is adradde of hem in his heart, &amp; for he ga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſteth
hem ſometime, he mote the more feare
haue. * Commonly he that other agaſteth,
other in him ayenward werchen the ſame: &amp;
thus warniſhed mote he be, and of warniſh y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
houre drede: Little is that might, and right
leaude, who ſo taketh heed. Then ſeemeth it
(qd. I) that ſuch famulers about kinges and
great lords, ſhul great might haue. Although
a ſipher in augrim haue no might in ſignifica<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
of it ſelue, yet he yeueth power in ſignifi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cation
to other, &amp; theſe clepe I the helpes to
a poſt, to keep him from falling. Certes (qd.
ſhe) thilke skils been <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>eaud. Why? but if the
ſhores been well grounded, the helpes ſhullen
ſliden and ſuffer the charge to fall, her myght
little auayleth. And ſo me thinketh (qd. I) y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
a poſte alone ſtondyng vpright vpon a baſſe,
may lenger in great burthen endure, than
croked pillers for all their helpes, and her
ground he not ſiker. That is ſooth (qd. ſhe) for
as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> blinde in bearing of the lame ginne ſtom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble,
both ſhould fall, right ſo ſuch pillers ſo en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uironned
with helpes in fayling of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ground,
fayleth all togider: howe oft then ſuch famu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lers
in their moſt pride of proſperity ben ſud<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dainly
<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>uerthrown? Thou haſt know many
in a moment ſo ferre ouerthrow, that recouer
might they neuer, when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heauineſſe of ſuch
falling cometh by caſe of fortune, they mow
it not eſchew: and might and power, if there
were any, ſhould of ſtrength ſuch things void
and weiue, and ſo it is not. Lo then whyche
things is this power, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> tho men han it they
ben agaſt, &amp; in no time of full hauing be they
ſiker: and if they would weyue drede, as they
mowe not, little is in worthineſſe. Fie there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
on ſo noughty thyng any knot to cauſe.
Lo in aduerſity, thilke been his foes that glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
and ſeemed friends in wealth, thus arne
his familiers his foes &amp; his enemies: * And
nothyng is werſe ne more mighty for to an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>noy,
than is a familier enemy, &amp; theſe things
may they not weiue, ſo truely their might is
not worth a creſſe. And ouer all thing, he that
may not withdrawe the bridle of his fleſhlye
luſtes and his wretched complaintes (nowe
thinke on thy ſelfe) truly he is not mighty: I
can ſeen no way that lithe to the knot. Thilke
people then y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſetten their hearts vpon ſuch
mights &amp; powers, often ben beguiled. Parde
he is not mighty, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> may doe any thing, that
another may done him the ſelue, &amp; that men
haue as reat power ouer hym, as he ouer
other. A juſtice y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> deemeth men, ayenward
hath ben often deemed. Buſerus ſlewe his
gueſts, &amp; he was ſlayne of Hercules his gueſt.
Hugeſt betraiſhed many menne, and of Collo
was be betrayed. * He y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> with ſwerd ſmiteth,
with ſwerd ſhall be ſmitten. Then gan I to
ſtudien a while on theſe thyngs, and made a
countenaunce with my hand in manner to
been huiſht. Now let ſeene (qd. ſhe) me think<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
ſomewhat there is within thy ſoule, that
troubleth thy vnderſtanding, ſay on what it
is. (Qd. I tho) me thinketh that although
a man by power haue ſuch might ouer mee,
as I haue ouer other, that diſprooueth no
might in my perſone, but yet may I haue
power and might neuer the later. See nowe
(qd. ſhe) thine own leaudneſſe: He is mighty
that may without wretchedneſſe, and hee is
vnmighty that may it not withſitte: but
then he that might ouer thee, and he woll put
on the wretchedneſſe, thou might it not with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſitte.
<pb n="511" facs="tcp:51487:275"/>
Ergo thou ſeeſt thy ſelfe what follow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth.
But now (qd. ſhe) wouldeſt thou not ſcorn
and thou ſee a flye han power to done harme
to another fly, and thilke haue no might ne
ayenturning himſelfe to defend. Yes certes
(qd. I) Who is a frayler thyng (qd. ſhe) than
the fleſhly body of a man, ouer whych haue
oftentime flyes, and yet laſſe thyng than a
flye mokell myght in greuaunce and annoy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
withouten any withſitting, for all thi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>e
mannes mights. And ſithen thou ſeeſt thine
fleſhly body in kindely power fayle, howe
ſhould then the accident of a thyng been in
more ſurety of being then ſubſtantiall: wher<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
thilke things that we cleape power, is
but accident to the fleſhly body, and ſo they
may not haue that ſurety in might, whych
wanteth in the ſubſtantiall body. Why there
is no waye to the knot, that looketh aright
after the high waye as he ſhould.</p>
               <p>VErely it is prooued, that richeſſe, digni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
and power, been not trew way to
the knot, but as rathe by ſuch things the knot
to be vnbound: Wherefore on theſe things
I rede no wight truſt, to get any good knot.
But what ſhould we ſay of renome in the
peoples mouths, ſhuld that beene any cauſe,
what ſuppoſeſt thou in thine heart?</p>
               <p>Certes (qd. I) yes I trow, for your ſlye
reaſons I dare not ſafely it ſay. Then (qd.
ſhe) woll I proue, that ſhrewes as rathe ſhull
ben in the knot as the good, and that were
ayenſt kind. Fayne (qd. I) would I that hear,
me thinketh wonder how renome ſhould as
well knit a ſhrewe as a good perſone: re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nome
in euery degree hath auaunced, yet wiſt
I neuer the contrary: ſhould then renoume
accorde with a ſhrewe? It may not ſinke in
my ſtomacke till I heare more. Now (qd.
ſhe) haue I nat ſaid always, that ſhrewes ſhull
not haue the knot. What needeth (qd. I) to
reherſe that any more, I wote well euery
wight by kindely reaſon, ſhrewes in knitting
woll eſchewe. Then (qd. ſhe) the good ought
thilke knot to haue. How els (qd. I.) It were
great harme (qd. ſhe) that the good were wei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued
and put out of eſpoire of the knot, if he
it deſired. O (qd. I) alas, on ſuch thing to
thinke, I wene that heauen weepeth to ſee
ſuch wrongs here beene ſuffered on yearth:
the good ought it to haue, and no wight els.
The goodneſſe (qd. ſhe) of a perſon may not
been know outfoorth, but by renome of the
knowers, wherefore he muſt be renomed of
goodneſſe to come to the knot. So muſt it
be (qd. I) or els all loſt that we carpen. Sooth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
(qd. ſhe) that were great harme, but if a
good man might haue his deſires in ſeruice
of thilke knot, and a ſhrewe to be weined, and
they been not knowen in generall but by
lacking and prayſing and in renome, and ſo
by the conſequence it followeth, a ſhrew been
prayſed and knit, and a good to be forſake
and vnknit. Ah (qd. I tho) haue ye lady ben
here abouten, yet wold I ſee by grace of our
arguments better declared, how good and
bad do accorden by lacking and prayſing, me
thinketh it ayenſt kind. Nay (qd. ſhe) &amp; that
ſhalte thou ſee as yerne: theſe elements han
contrarious qualities in kinde, by whych they
mow not accord no more than good and bad:
and in qualities they accorde, * So that con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>traries
by quality accorden by quality. Is
not yearth dry, and water that is next &amp; be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tween
the earth, is wete, dry &amp; wete ben con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trary,
and mowen not accorde, and yet this
diſcordaunce is bounde to accorde by clouds,
for both elements ben cold. Right ſo the eyre
that is next the water, is wete, and eke it is
hote. This eyre by his heat contrarieth wa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
that is cold, but thilke contrariouſly is
oned by moyſture, for both bee they moiſt.
Alſo the fire that is next the yearth, and it en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cloſeth
all about, is dry, wherethrough it con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trarieth
eyre that is wete: and in he<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>e they
accord, for both they been hote. Thus by theſe
accordaunces, diſcordaunts been joyned, and
in a manner of accordaunce they accorden by
connection, that is knitting togider: of that
accord commeth a manner of melody, that
is right noble. Right ſo good and bad arne
contrary in doings, by lacking and prayſing:
good is both lacked and prayſed of ſome, and
badde is both lacked and prayſed of ſome:
wherefore they contrariouſly accorde both by
lacking and prayſing. Then followeth it,
though good be neuer ſo mokell prayſed, ow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
more to ben knit than the bad: or els bad
for the renome that he hath, muſt be taken as
well as the good, and that oweth not. No for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſooth
(qd. I.) Well (qd. ſhe) then is renome no
way to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knot: lo foole (qd. ſhe) how clerkes
writen of ſuch glory of renoume. * O glory,
glory, thou art none other thing to thou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſands
of folke, but a great ſweller of eares.
Many one hath had full great renome by
falſe opinion of variaunt people: And what
is fouler than folke wrongfully to beene pray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed,
or by mallice of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> people guiltleſſe lack<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed?
Needes ſhame followeth thereof to hem
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> with wrong prayſeth, &amp; alſo to the deſerts
praiſed, and villany and reproofe of him that
diſclaundreth.</p>
               <p>Good child (qd. ſhe) what echeth ſuch re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nome
to the conſcience of a wiſe man, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> loo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
&amp; meaſureth his goodnes, not by ſleue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe
words of the people, but by ſoothfaſtneſſe
of conſcience: by God nothing. And if it be
faire a mans name be eched by much folkes
prayſing, &amp; fouler thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mo folke not pray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſen.
I ſaid to thee a little here beforn, that no
folke in ſtraunge countries nought prayſen,
ſuche renoume maye not commen to their
eares, becauſe of vnknowing, &amp; other obſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cles,
as I ſayed: Wherefore more folke not
prayſen, and that is right foule to him y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nome
deſireth, to wete leſſe folk prayſen, than
renome enhaunce. * I trow the thank of a
people is naught worth, in remembraunce to
take, ne it proceedeth of no wiſe judgement,
neuer is it ſtedfaſt perdurable: It is veine &amp;
<pb n="512" facs="tcp:51487:276"/>
ſleyng, with winde waſteth and encreaſeth.
Truly ſuch glory ought to be hated. If gen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tilleſſe
be a cleare thyng, renome &amp; glorye to
enhaunce, as in reckening of thy linage, than
is gentilleſſe of thy kinne, for why it ſeemeth
that gentilleſſe of thy kinne, is but prayſing
&amp; renome y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> come of thyne aunceſtres deſerts,
&amp; if ſo be that prayſing &amp; renome of their de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerts,
make their clear gentileſſe, then mote
they needs been gentil for their gentle deeds,
&amp; not thou: for of thy ſelf commeth not ſuch
manner gentilleſſe, prayſing of thy deſerts.
* Then gentilleſſe of thyne aunceſters, that
forrain is to thee, maketh thee not gentle, but
vngentle and reprooued, &amp; if thou continueſt
not their gentilleſſe. * And therefore a wiſe
man ones ſaid: Better is it thy kin to ben by
thee gentled, than thou to glorifie of thy kins
gentilleſſe, &amp; haſt no deſert thereof thy ſelf.</p>
               <p>How paſſing is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> beauty of fleſhly bodies?
More flittyng than mouable flours of Sum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mer.
And if thine eyen weren as good as the
Linx, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may ſeen thorow many ſtone wals,
and both faire &amp; foule in their entrailes, of
no manner hewe ſhould appear to thy ſight,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> were a foule ſight. Then is fairneſſe by fee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bleſſe
of eyen, but of no kind, wherefore thilke
ſhould be no way to the knot: When thilke
is went, the knot wendeth after. Lo now at
all prooues, none of all theſe thyngs mowe
parfitly ben in vnderſtanding, to beene way
to the duryng bliſſe of the knot. But now to
concluſion of theſe matters, herkeneth theſe
words. Very ſummer is know from y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> win<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter:
in ſhorter courſe draweth the dayes of
December, than in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> moneth of Iune: The
ſprings of May faden &amp; followen in October.
Theſe thynges be not vnbounden from their
old kind, they haue not loſt her work of their
proper eſtate. Men of voluntarious will
withſit y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> heuens gouerneth. Other things
ſuffren thinges patiently to werche: * Man
in w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> eſtate he be, yet would he ben chaunged.
Thus by queint thyngs bliſſe is deſired, and
the fruit that commeth of theſe ſprings, nis
but anguis and bitter, although it be a whyle
ſweet, it may not be withhold, haſtely they de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>part:
* Thus all day fayleth things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> fooles
wend. Right thus haſt thou fayled in thy firſt
wening. He y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thinketh to ſayle, &amp; draw after
the courſe of that ſtarre, de Polo Antartico,
ſhall he neuer come Northward to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> contrary
ſterre of Polus Articus: of whyche things
if thou take keepe, thy firſt outwaye going,
priſon and exile may be cleaped. The ground
falſed vnderneath, and ſo haſte thou fayled.
No wight I wene blameth hym that ſtinteth
in miſgoyng, and ſeecheth ready way of his
bliſſe. Now me thinketh (qd. ſhe) that it ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ficeth
in my ſhewing the wayes: by dignity,
richeſſe, renome, and power, if thou looke
clearely, arne no wayes to the knot.</p>
               <p>EVery argument lady (qd. I tho) that ye
han maked in theſe fore nempned mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters,
mee thinketh hem in my full witte
conceiued, ſhall I no more, if God wil, in
the contrary be beguyled: But fayne would
I, and it were your will, bliſſe of the knot
to me were declared, I might feele the bet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
howe my hearte myght aſſent to purſue
the end in ſeruice, as he hath begon. O (qd.
ſhe) there is a melody in heuen, whych clerks
cleapen armony, but that is not in breaking
of voyce, but it is a manner ſweet thyng of
kindly werching, that cauſeth ioy out of
nomber to recken, and that is joined by rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
and by wiſedome, in a quantity of pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>portion
of knitting. God made all thyng in
reaſon &amp; in witte of proportion of melody, we
mow not ſuffice to ſhew. It is written by
great clerks &amp; wiſe, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in earthly things light<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
by ſtudy &amp; by trauayle, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knowing may be
getten: but of ſuch heauenly melody, mokell
trauayle woll bring out in knowing right lit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tle.
Sweetneſſe of this paradice hath you ra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>viſhed,
it ſeemeth ye ſlepten, reſted from all
other diſeaſes, ſo kindly is your heartes there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>in
ygrounded. * Blyſſe of two hearts in full
loue knitte, may not aright been imagined:
euer is their contemplation in ful of though<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
ſtudy to pleaſaunce, matter in brynging
comforte eueriche to other. And therefore of
earthly thyngs, mokell matter lightly com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
in your learning. Knowledge of vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtanding
that is nigh after yee, but not ſo nigh
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> couetiſe of knitting in your hearts: * More
ſoueraign deſire hath euery wight in little
hearing of heauenly conning, than of mokell
materiall purpoſes in yearth. Right ſo it is
in property of my ſeruaunts, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ben more
affyched in ſtering of little thing in his deſire,
than of mokell other matter, laſſe in his con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſcience.
This bliſſe is a manner of ſowne de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>licious,
in a queint voice touched, &amp; no dinne
of notes: there is none impreſſion of breaking
labour. I can it not otherwiſe nempne, for
wanting of priuy words, but paradiſe terre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtre,
full of delicious melody, withouten tra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uayle
in ſown perpetuel ſeruice in full joy co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veited
to endure. Only kind maketh hearts
in vnderſtanding ſo to ſleep, that otherwiſe
maye it not been nempned, ne in other ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nere
names for likyng ſweetneſſe can I nat it
declare, all ſugar &amp; honey, all minſtralcy &amp; me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lody
been but ſoot &amp; gall in compariſon, by no
manner proportion to recken, in reſpect of
this blisful joy. This armony, this melody,
this perdurable joy may nat be in doing, but
between heauens &amp; elements, or twey kindly
hearts, full knit in trouth of naturell vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtanding,
withouten wening and deceite, as
heauens and planets, whych things continu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ally
for kindly accordaunces, foryeteth al con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trarious
meuings, that into paſſyue diſeaſes
may ſowne, euermore it thriſteth after more
werking. Theſe thyngs in proportion be
ſo well joyned, that it vndoeth all thyng,
which into badneſſe by any way may be ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>compted.
Certes (qd. I) this is a thyng pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious
&amp; noble. Alas, that falſeneſſe euer or
wantruſt ſhould euer be mainteined, this joy
<pb n="513" facs="tcp:51487:276"/>
to void. Alas y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> euer any wretch ſhould tho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
wrath or enuy, jangling dare make, to
ſhoue this melody ſo far aback, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> openly dare
it not been vſed: truely wretches been fulfil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led
with enuy &amp; wrath, &amp; no wyght els. Fle<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bring
and tales in ſuch wretches dare appear
openly in euery wights eare, with full mouth
ſo charged, mokell mallice moued many in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nocents
to ſhend, God would their ſoul there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>with
were ſtrangeled. Lo, trouth in this bliſſe
is hid, &amp; ouer al vnder couert hym hideth: He
dare nat come a place for waiting of ſhrewes.
Commonly badneſs, goodneſs amaiſtereth
with my ſelf &amp; my ſoul this joy would I buy,
if y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> goodneſs were as much as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nobly in me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lody.
O (qd. ſhe) w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> goodneſs may be accomp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted
more in this material world, truly none,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhalt thou vnderſtand. Is not euery thing
good y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is contrariaunt and deſtroying euill?
How els (qd. I.) Enuy, wrath, and falſeneſſe
been generall (qd. ſhe) and y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wote euery man
being in his right mynd, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knot y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> whych we
haue in this bleſſe, is contrariaunt, &amp; diſtroy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
ſuch manner euils. * Ergo it is good, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
hath cauſed any wight to do any good dede?
Find me any good, but if this knot be the
cheefe cauſe: Needes mote it be good, that
cauſeth ſo many good deeds. * Euery cauſe
is more, and worthier than thing cauſed, &amp;
in that mores poſſeſſion, all things leſſe been
compted. As the king is more than his peo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple,
&amp; hath in poſſeſſion all his realme after:
Right ſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knot is more than all other goods,
thou might recken all things laſſe, &amp; that to
him longeth oweth into his mores cauſes of
worſhip and of will do tourne, it is els rebell,
and out of his mores defendyng to voyde.
Right ſo of euery goodneſſe into the knot &amp;
into the cauſe of his worſhip oweth to tourne.
And truely, euery thyng y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hath being, profi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tably
is good, but nothyng hath to been more
profitably than this knot: Kings it main<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tayneth,
&amp; hem theyr powers to maintayne:
It maketh miſſe to been amended, with good
gouernaunce in doing: It cloſeth herts ſo
togider, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> rancour is outthreſten: Who y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
it lengeſt keepeth, lengeſt is gladded. I trow
(qd. I) heretikes, and miſſe meaning people
hence forward woll maintain this knotte, for
therethrough ſhull they been maintayned, &amp;
vtterly woll tourne, &amp; leaue their old euill vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtanding,
and knit this goodneſs, &amp; profer
ſo fer in ſeruice y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> name of ſeruaunts might
they haue. Their jangles ſhall ceaſe, me think<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
hem lacketh matter now to alledge. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
(qd. Loue) if they of good will thus tour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned
as thou ſayeſt wollen truly perform, yet
ſhull they be abled party of this bliſſe to
haue: and they wol not, yet ſhull my ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vaunts
that werr wel ſuſteyne in mine help of
maintenaunce to the end. And they for their
good trauaile ſhullen in reward ſo been me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> endleſs joy, body &amp; ſoul togider, in this
ſhullen abiden, there is euer action of bliſſe
withouten poſſible corruption, there is action
perpetuell in werke without trauayle, there
is euerlaſting paſſyfe withouten any of la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bour:
continuell plite without ceaſing co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veited
to endure. No toung may tell, ne
heart may think the leaſt poynt of this bliſſe.
God bring me thider (qd. I then.) Continu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
well (qd. ſhe) to the end, and thou myght
not fail then, for though thou ſpeed not here,
yet ſhall the paſſion of thy martired life been
written, &amp; radde toforne the great Iupiter, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
God is of routh, an high in the hollowneſſe
of heauen, there he ſit in his trone, and euer
thou ſhalt forward been holden among all
theſe heuins for a knight, that mighteſt with
no pennaunce been diſcomfited. He is a very
martir, that liuingly going, is gnawn to the
bones. Certes (qd. I) theſe been good words
of comfort, a little mine heart is rejoyced in
a merry wiſe. Ye (qd. ſhe) and he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is in hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uen
feeleth more joy, than when he firſt heard
thereof ſpeak. So it is (qd. I) but wiſt I the
ſooth, that after diſeaſe comfort would follow
with bliſs, ſo as ye haue often declared, I
would well ſuffer this paſſion with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> better
cheare, but my thoughtful ſorrow is endleſs,
to think how I am caſt out of a welfare, &amp; yet
daineth not this euill none heart none heed
to meward throw, which things would great<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
me by wayes of comfort diſport, to weten
in my ſelfe a little with other me been ymo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned:
and my ſorrows peiſen not in her bal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>launce
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> weight of a peaſe: Slinges of her
daunger ſo heauily peiſen, they drawe my
cauſes ſo high, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in her eyen they ſemen but
lite and right little.</p>
               <p>O, for (qd. ſhe) heauen with skies, that foul
clouds maken, and dark wethers, with great
tempeſts and huge, maketh the merry dayes
with ſoft ſhining ſonnes. Alſo the year with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>draweth
floures, and beauty of hearbes &amp; of
yearth. The ſame years maketh ſpringes &amp;
jolity in Vere ſo to renouel with painted co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lours,
that earth ſeemed as gay as heauen.
Sees that blaſteth, &amp; with wawes throweth
ſhippes of which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> liuing creatures for great
perill of hem dreden: right ſo the ſame ſees
maketh ſmooth waters and golden ſayling,
and comforteth hem, with noble hauen that
firſt were ſo ferde. Haſt thou not (qd. ſhe) lear<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned
in thy youth, * That Iupiter hath in his
wardrobe both garments of joy &amp; of ſorrow?
What woſt thou how ſoon he woll turne of
thee that garment of care, and clothe thee
in bliſs? Parde it is not ferre fro thee. Lo
an old prouerb alleadged by many wiſe:
* When bale is greateſt, then is bote a nie
bore. * Wherof wilt thou diſmay? Hope well,
&amp; ſerue well, and that ſhall thee ſaue, with thy
good bileue. Ye, ye (qd. I) yet ſee I not by rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
how this bliſs is comming, I wote it is
contingent, it may fall another. O (qd. ſhe) I
haue mokell to done to clear thine vnderſtan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding,
&amp; void theſe errours out of thy mind, I
woll proue it by reaſon thy wo may not al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
enduren. Euery thing kindly (qd ſhe) is
gouerned &amp; ruled by y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> heuenly bodies, which
hauen full werching here on earth, and after
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courſe of theſe bodies, all courſe of your do<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ings
here been gouerned and ruled by kind.
Thou woſt well by courſe of planets all your
dayes proceeden, &amp; to euerich of ſingular
houres be enterchaunged ſtoundmele about,
by ſubmitted worching naturally to ſuffer, of
whyche chaunges cometh theſe tranſitory
times, that maketh reuoluing of your yeares
thus ſtoundmele, euery hath full might of
worching, till all ſeuen han had her courſe a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bout.
Of which worchings and poſſeſſion of
hours, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> days of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> week haue take her names,
after denomination in theſe ſeuen planets.
Lo your ſunday ginneth at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> firſt hour after
noon on y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſaturday, in which hour is then the
ſunne in ful might of worching, of whom ſun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>day
taketh his name. Next him followeth
Venus, &amp; after Mercurius, &amp; then the Moon,
ſo then Saturnus, after whom Iouis, &amp; then
Mars, and ayen then the Sunne, and ſo forth
be xxiiii. houres togider, in which hour, gin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning
in the ii. day ſtant the Moone, as maiſter
for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> time to rule, of whom Munday taketh
his name, &amp; this courſe followeth of all other
days generally in doing. This courſe of na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture
of theſe bodies changing, ſtinten at a
certain term, limitted by their firſt kind, and
of hem all gouernments in this elemented
world proceden, as in ſprings, conſtellations,
engendrures, &amp; all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> followen kind &amp; reaſon,
wherefore the courſe that followeth ſorrowe
and joye, kindely moten enterchaungen their
times, ſo that alway one wele as alway one
wo may not endure. Thus ſeeſt thou apert<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
thy ſorow into wele mote been changed,
wherfore in ſuch caſe to better ſide euermore
encline thou ſhouldeſt. * Truly next the end
of ſorrow anone entreth joy, by manner of ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſity,
it woll ne may none other betide, &amp; ſo
thy contigence is diſproued: if thou hold
this opinion any more, thy wit is right leud.
Wherefore in full concluſion of al this, thilk
Margarit thou deſireſt, hath ben to thee dere
in thy hert, &amp; for her haſt thou ſuffered many
thoughtfull diſeaſes, hereafter ſhall be cauſe
of mokell mirth and joy, and look how glad
canſt thou beene, and ceaſe all thy paſſed hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vineſſe
with manifold joyes: &amp; then woll I
as blithely here thee ſpeaken thy mirths in
joy, as I now haue yheard thy ſorowes &amp; thy
complaints. And if I mowe in aught thy joy
encreaſe, by my trouth on my ſide ſhall nat be
leaued for no manner trauaile, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I with all
my mights right blithely woll helpe, &amp; euer
been ready you both to pleaſe. And then
thanked I that lady with all goodly manner y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
I worthely coud, and truly I was greatly re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>joiced
in mine heart of her faire beheſts, and
profered me to be ſlaw in all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe me would
ordain while my life leſted.</p>
               <p>ME thinketh (qd. I) that ye haue right
well declared, that way to the knot
ſhould not beene in none of theſe diſproo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vyng
things, and now order of our pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſe
this asketh, that ye ſhould me ſhew
if any way be thither, and which thilke way
ſhould been, ſo that openly may be ſey the
very high way in full confuſion of theſe o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
things.</p>
               <p>Thou ſhalt (qd ſhe) vnderſtand, that one
of three liues (as I firſt ſaid) euery creature of
mankind is ſprongen, &amp; ſo forth proceedeth.
Theſe liues been thorow names departed in
threee manner of kinds, as beſtiallich, man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lich,
&amp; reaſonabliche, of which two been vſed
by fleſhly body, &amp; the third by his ſoul. Beſtial
among reaſonables is forboden in euery law
and euery ſeet, both in Chriſten and other, for
euery wight diſpiſeth hem y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> liueth by luſts &amp;
delites, as him that is thrall and bounden ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vaunt
to thynges ryght foule, ſuch beene
compted werſe than men, he ſhall nat in their
degree been reckened, ne for ſuch one allowed.
Heriticks ſaine they choſen life beſtiall, that
voluptuouſly liuen, ſo that (as I firſt ſaid to
thee) in manly and reaſonable liuyngs, our
matter was to declare but manlye life in ly<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving
after fleſh, or els fleſhly wayes to cheſe,
may nat bliſſe in this knot be conquered, as
by reaſon it is proved. Wherefore by reaſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nable
life he muſt needs it haue ſith a way is
to this knot, but nat by the firſt tway liues,
wherefore needs mote it been to the third:
and for to liue in fleſh, but nat after fleſh, is
more reaſonablich than manlych rekened by
clerkes. Therefore how this way commeth
in, I woll it blithly declare.</p>
               <p>See now (qd. ſhe) that theſe bodily goods of
manlich liuings, yeelden ſorrowfully ſtounds
and ſmertand hours. Who ſo well remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ber
him to their ends, in their worchings they
ben thoughtfull and ſorry. Right as a bee
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hath had his honey, anone at his flight be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginneth
to ſting: So thilke bodily goods at
the laſt mote away, and then ſting they at
her going, wherethrough entreth and clean
voideth all bliſſe of this knot.</p>
               <p>Forſooth (qd. I.) me thinketh I am well ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved,
in ſhewing of theſe words. Although I
had little in reſpect among other great and
worthy, yet had I a fair parcel, as me thoght
for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> time, in forthering of my ſuſtenaunce,
which while it dured, I thought me hauyng
mokell honey to mine eſtate. I had richeſſe
ſufficiauntly to weiue neede, I had dignity to
be reuerenced in worſhip. Power me thought
that I had to keep fro mine enemies, and me
ſeemed to ſhine in glory of renome, as man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hood
asketh in mean, for no wight in mine ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>miniſtration,
coud none euils ne trechery by
ſoth cauſe on me put. Lady, your ſelue weten
well, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> of tho confederacies, maked by my ſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veraigns,
I nas but a ſeruaunt, &amp; yet mokell
meane folke woll fullye ayenſt reaſon thilke
matters mainteine, in which maintenaunce
glorien themſelf, and as often ye hauen ſaid,
thereof ought nothing in euill to be laid to
me wards, ſithen as repentant I am tourned,
&amp; no more I think, neither tho things ne none
ſuch other to ſuſtene, but vtterly deſtroy with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
meddling maner, in all my mights. How
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am I now caſt out of all ſweetneſſe of blyſſe,
and miſcheeuouſly ſtongen my paſſed joye?
Sorrowfully muſt I bewayle, and liue as a
wretch. Euery of tho joyes is turned into his
contrary: for richeſſe, now haue I pouertye,
for dignity now am I enpriſoned, in ſteede of
power, wretchedneſſe I ſuffer, &amp; for glory of
renome I am now diſpiſed, &amp; foulich hated:
thus hath farne fortune, that ſuddainly am I
ouerthrowen, &amp; out of all wealth diſpoyled.
Truly me thinketh this way in entree is right
hard, God graunt me better grace ere it be
all paſſed, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> other way lady, me thought right
ſweet. Now certes (qd. Loue) me liſt for to
chide. What aileth thy dark dulneſſe? Woll
it not in clereneſſe been ſharped. Haue I not
by many reaſons to thee ſhewed, ſuch bodily
goods failen to yeue bleſſe, their might ſo ferre
fo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>th woll not ſtretch? Shame (qd. ſhe it is to
ſay) thou lieſt in thy words. Thou ne haſt wiſt
but right few, that theſe bodily goods had all
at ones, commonly they dwellen not togi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther.
* He that plenty hath in riches, of his
kin is aſhamed: another of linage ryght noble
and well know, but pouerty him handeleth,
he were leuer vnknowe. Another hath theſe,
but renome of peoples prayſing may he not
haue, ouer all he is hated, &amp; defamed of things
right foule. Another is faire and ſemely, but
dignity him faileth: and he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath dignity,
is crooked or lame, or els miſhapen, and fouly
diſpiſed. Thus partable theſe goods dwellen,
commonly in one houſhold been they but
<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ilde. Lo how wretched is your truſt, on thing
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> woll not accord. Me thinketh thou clepeſt
thilke plite thou were in, ſelineſſe of fortune,
&amp; thou ſayeſt for that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſilineſſe is departed,
thou art a wretch. Then followeth this vp<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
thy words, euery ſoul reaſonable of man
way not dye, and if death endeth ſelineſſe, &amp;
maketh wretches, as needes of fortune ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
it an end. Then ſoules after death of
the body, in wretchedneſſe ſhould lyuen. But
we know many that han getten the bliſſe of
heauen after their death. How then may
this life maken men blisful, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> when it paſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeth,
it yeueth no wretchednes, &amp; many times
bliſſe, if in this life he con liue as he ſhould.
And wolt thou accompt with Fortune, that
now at the firſt ſhe hath done thee tene and
ſorrow: if thou looke to the maner of all glad
things and ſorrowful, thou maiſt not nay it,
that yet, &amp; namely now, thou ſtandeſt in noble
plite in a good ginning, with good forth go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
hereafter. And if thou wene to be a
wretch, for ſuch wealth is paſſed, why then art
thou not well fortunate, for badde thinges &amp;
anguis wretchednes ben paſſed? Art thou
now come firſt into the hoſtry of this life, or
els y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> both of this world, art thou now a ſud<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daine
gueſt into this wretched exile? Weneſt
there be any thyng in this yearth ſtable? Is
not thy firſt arreſt paſſed, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> brought thee in
mortal ſorrow? Ben theſe not mortal things
agone, with ignoraunce of beaſtiall wit, and
haſte receiued reaſon in knowing of vertue?
What comfort is in thy hert? The knowyng
ſikerly in my ſeruice be grounded. And woſt
thou not well, as I ſaid, that death maketh
end of all fortune? What then, ſtandeſt thou
in noble plite, litle heed or recking to take, if
thou let fortune paſſe ding, or els that ſhe flie
when ſhe liſt, now by thy liue. Parde a man
hath nothing ſo lefe as his life, &amp; for to hold
that, he doth all his cure &amp; dilligent trauaile.
Then ſay I thou art blisful and fortunate
ſelie, if thou know thy goods, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou haſt yet
be loued, whych nothing may doubt, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ne
ben more worthy than thy life? What is that
(qd. I) Good contemplation (qd. ſhe) of well
doing in vertue, in time comming, both in
pleſaunce of me, &amp; of thy Margarite pearle:
haſtely thyne heart in full bliſſe, with her ſhall
be eaſed. Therefore diſmay thee not, fortune
in hate greeuouſly ayenſt thy bodily perſon,
ne yet to great tempeſt hath ſhe not ſent to
thee, ſithen the holding cables and ankers of
thy life holden by knitting ſo faſt, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>comfort
thee nought of time that is now, ne
diſpair thee not of time to come, but yeuen
thee comfort in hope of well doyng, &amp; of get<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
again the double of thy leſing, with en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creaſing
loue of thy Margarite pearle there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to.
For this hiderto thou haſt had all her full
danger, &amp; ſo thou might amend all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is miſſe,
and all defaultes y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſometime thou diddeſt, &amp;
that now in all thy time, to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ilke Margarite
in full ſeruice of my lore, thine heart hath
continued, wherefore ſhe ought much y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
encline fro her daungerous ſeat. Theſe
things ben yet knit, by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> holding anker in thy
liue, &amp; holden mote they: To God I pray all
theſe things at full been performed. For
while this anker holdeth, I hope thou ſhalt
ſafely eſcape, and while thy true meaning
ſeruice about bring, in diſpite of all falſe
meaners, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thee of new haten, for this true
ſeruice, thou art now entered.</p>
               <p>CErtes (qd. I) among things I asked
a queſtion, whych was the way to
the knot. Truely lady, how ſo it be, I
tempt you with queſtions and anſweres,
in ſpeaking of my firſt ſeruice, I am now
in full purpoſe in the pricke of the hert, that
thilk ſeruice was an enpriſonment, &amp; alway
bad &amp; naughty, in no manner to be deſired.
Ne y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> in getting of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knot may it nothing a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vaile.
A wiſe gentill heart looketh after ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue,
&amp; none other bodily joyes alone. And be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cauſe
toforne this, in tho wayes I was ſet, I
wot well my ſelfe I haue erred, &amp; of the bliſſe
failed, &amp; ſo out of my way hugely haue I ron.
Certes (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is ſooth, &amp; there thou haſt
miſwent, eſchew y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> path from hence forward
I rede. Wonder I truely, why the mortall
folke of this world ſeech theſe ways outforth,
and it is priued in your ſelf. Lo how ye ben
confounded with errour and folly. The
knowing of very cauſe and way, is goodneſs
and vertue. Is there any thing to thee more
precious than thy ſelf? Thou ſhalt haue in thy
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power, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou wouldeſt neuer leſe, and that
in no way may be taken fro thee, and thilke
thing is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is cauſe of this knot. And if deth
mowe it not reue, more than an yearthly
creture, thilk thing then abideth with thy ſelf
ſoul. And ſo our concluſion, to make ſuch a
knot thus getten, abideth with this thing, &amp;
with the ſoul, as long as they laſt. * A ſoul
dieth neuer, vertue and goodneſſe euermore
with the ſoule endureth, and this knot is per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fite
bliſſe. Then this ſoule in this bliſſe, end<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe
ſhall enduren. Thus ſhull herts of a true
knot been eaſed: thus ſhull their ſoules been
pleaſed: thus perpetually in joy ſhul they ſing.
In good truth (qd. I) here is a good beginning,
yeue vs more of this way. (Qd. ſhe) I ſayd to
thee not long ſithen, that reaſonable life was
one of three things, &amp; it was prooued to the
ſoule. Euery ſoul of reaſon, hath two things
of ſteryng life, one in vertue, &amp; another in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
bodily workyng: * And when the ſoule is
the maiſter ouer the body, then is a manne
maiſter of himſelfe: and a man to be a mai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſter
ouer himſelf, liueth in vertue, &amp; in good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
and as reaſon of vertue teacheth. So
the ſoule and the body worching vertue to<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gider,
liuen reaſonable life, whiche clearkes
clepen felicity in liuing, and therein is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hie
way to this knot. Theſe old Philoſophers,
that hadden no knowyng of Diuine grace of
kindely reaſon alone, wenden that of pure na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture,
without any helpe of grace, me might
haue iſhoned the other liuings, reaſonably
haue I liued: and for I thinke hereafter, if
GOD woll (and I haue ſpace) thilke grace
after my leude knowyng declare: I leaue it
as at this tyme. But (as I ſaid) he that out
foorth looketh after the wayes of this knot,
conning with which he ſhould know the way
in foorth, ſleepeth for the time, wherefore he
that woll this way know, muſt leaue the loo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>king
after falſe waies out foorth, and open the
iyen of his conſcience, and vncloſe his hearte.
Seeſt not he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> hath truſt in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bodily life, is ſo
buſie bodily woundes to annoint, in keeping
from ſmert (for all out may they not be heal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed)
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> of woundes in his true vnderſtanding,
he taketh no heed, the knowing euen foorth
ſleepeth ſo hard, but anone as in knowing a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wake,
then ginneth the priuy medicines, for
healing of his true entent, inwards lightly
healeth conſcience, if it be well handled. Then
muſt needs theſe wayes come out of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſoule
by ſteryng lyfe of the body, and els may no
man come to perfite bliſſe of this knot: and
thus by this way he ſhall come to the knot,
and to the perfite ſilineſſe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he wende haue
had in bodily goods outfoorth? Ye (qd. I) ſhall
he haue both knot, riches, power, dignity, and
renome in this manner way? Ye (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
ſhall I ſhew thee. * Is he no riche y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hath
ſuffiſance, and hath the power that no man
may amaiſtrien? Is not greate dignity to
haue worſhippe and reuerence? And hath he
not glory of renome, whoſe name perpetuall
is duryng, &amp; out of nomber in comparacion?
Theſe be things that men wenen to get<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
out foorth (qd. I.) Ye (qd. ſhe) they that
loken after a thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> naught is, thereof in
all ne in party, longe mowe they gapen af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter:
that is ſoth (qd. I) therfore (qd. ſhe) they
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſechen gold in greene trees, and wene to
gader precious ſtones emong vines, &amp; laine
her nettes in mountaynes to fiſhe, &amp; thinken
to hunt in deepe Seas after Harte &amp; Hinde,
and ſechen in yearth thilke things that ſur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mounteth
Heauen. What may I of hem ſay?
But fooliſh ignoraunce, miſledeth wandryng
wretches by vncouth wayes, that ſhullen be
forleten, and maketh hem blinde fro the right
pathe of true way, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhould been vſed. There<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
in generall errour in mankinde, depart<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
thilke goodes by miſſe ſeching, which he
ſhould haue hole, and he ſought by reaſon.
Thus goeth he beguiled of that he ſought,
in his hode men haue blowe a iape. Now
(qd. I) if a man be vertuous, and all in vertue
liueth, how hath he all theſe things? That
ſhall I prouen (qd. ſhe) What power hath any
man, to let an other of liuing in vertue? For
priſonment or any other diſeaſe, he take it
paciently, diſcomfiteth he not, the tiraunt
ouer his ſoule, no power may haue? then hath
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> man ſo tourmented ſoche power, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he nill
be diſcomfite, ne ouercome may he not been,
ſithen pacience in his ſoule ouercometh, and
as not ouercommen. Soch thing that may
not be a maiſtred, he hath neede to nothyng,
for he hath ſuffiſaunce inow to helpe himſelf.
And thilke thing that thus hath power and
ſuffiſaunce, and no tiraunt may it reue, and
hath dignity to ſette at naught all thynges,
here it is a great dignity that death may a
maiſtry. Wherefore thilke power ſuffiſaunce
ſo encloſed with dignity, by all reaſon re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nome
muſt haue. This is thilk riches with
ſuffiſaunce ye ſhould look after: this is thilke
worſhipfull dignity ye ſhould coueit: this is
thilke power of might, in which yee ſhuld
truſt: this is thilke renome of glory, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> end<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſſe
endureth, &amp; all nis but ſubſtaunce in ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tuous
liuing. Certes (qd. I) all this is ſothe,
and ſo I ſee well y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> vertue with full gripe, en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cloſeth
all theſe things. Wherefore in ſooth
I may ſay, by my trouth vertue of my Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>garite,
brought me firſt into your ſeruice, to
haue knitting with that jewell, not ſodaine
longynges ne folkes ſmall wordes, but onely
our conuerſacion togider: and then I ſeeyng
thentent of her true meanyng, with flouriſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
vertue of Pacience, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe vſed nothing
in euill, to quite y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wicked leaſings, that falſe
tongues oft in her haue laid. I haue ſey it
my ſelfe, goodly foryeueneſſe hath ſprong out
of her hert, vnity and accorde aboue all other
things, ſhe deſireth in a good meeke maner, &amp;
ſuffreth many wicked tales.</p>
               <p>TRuely Lady, to you it were a great
worſhip, that ſoch things by due cha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtiſement
were amended. Ye (qd. ſhe)
I haue thee excuſed, all ſoch things as
<pb n="517" facs="tcp:51487:278"/>
yet mow not be redreſſed: thy Margarites
vertue I commend well the more, that pa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ciently
ſoche annoies ſuffreth. Dauid king
was meeke, and ſuffred mokell hate, and
many euill ſpeaches: no diſpite ne ſhame
that his enemies him deden, might not
moue pacience out of his hert, but euer in
one plite mercy he vſed. Wherefore GOD
himſelf toke reward to the things, and there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
ſoch puniſhment let fall. Truly by reaſon
it ought be enſample of drede, to all manner
peoples mirth. A man vengeable in wrath,
no gouernance in puniſhment ought to haue.
* Plato had a cauſe his ſeruaunt to ſcourge,
and yet cleped he his neighbour, to perform
the doing himſelf would not, leaſt wrath had
him a maiſtred, and ſo might he haue laid
on to moch: euermore grounded vertue ſhew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
the entent fro within. And truly I wot
well for her goodneſſe and vertue, thou haſt
deſired my ſeruice, to her pleaſaunt well the
more, and thy ſelfe thereto fully haſt profe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red.
Good Lady (qd. I) is vertue the hie way
to this knot, that long we haue ihandled? Ye
forſooth (qd. ſhe) and without vertue, goodly
this knot may not be gotten. Ah now I ſee
(qd. I) how vertue in me faileth, and I as a
ſere tree, without burioning or fruit alway
welk, and ſo I ſtond in diſpair of this no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
knot, for vertue in me hath no manner
working. A wide where about haue I tra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veiled.
Peace (qd. ſhe) of thy firſt way thy
trauail is in idel, and as touching the ſecond
way, I ſee well thy meaning. Thou would<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſt
conclude me if thou coudeſt, bicauſe I
brought thee to ſeruice, and euery of my ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vants
I help to come to this bliſs, as I ſaid
here beforn: and thou ſaideſt thy ſelf, thou
mighteſt not be holpen as thou weneſt, bi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cauſe
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> vertue in thee faileth. And this bliſs
perfitly without vertue, may not be gotten,
thou weneſt of theſe words, contradiccion to
follow. Parde at the hardeſt I haue no ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vant,
but he be vertuous in deed &amp; thought,
I brought thee in my ſeruice, yet art thou not
my ſeruant: but I ſay, thou might ſo werch
in vertue hereafter, that then ſhalt thou be my
ſeruant, and as for my ſeruant accompted.
* For habit maketh no Monke, ne wearing
of guilt ſpurs, maketh no Knight. Neuer
the later, in comfort of thine hert, yet woll I
otherwiſe anſwer. Certes Lady (qd. I tho)
ſo ye muſt needs, or els I had nigh caught
ſoch a cordiacle for ſorrow, I wot it well I
ſhould it neuer haue recouered. And therefore
now I pray to enform me in this, or els I
hold me without recouery. I may not long
eudure, till this leſſon be learned, and of this
miſchief the remedy knowen. Now (qd. ſhe)
be not wrothe, * For there is no man on liue,
that may come to a precious thing, long co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veited,
but he ſometime ſuffre tenefull diſea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes,
and weneſt thy ſelf to been vnlich to all
other? That may not been: * And with the
more ſorrow that a thing is getten, the more
he hath joy, the ilk thing afterwards to kepe,
as it fareth by children in Schole, that for
learning arn beaten, when their leſſon they
foryetten, commonly after a good diſcipli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning
with a yerde, they keep right well do<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctrine
of their Schole.</p>
               <p>RIght with theſe woords, on this Lady
I threw vp mine iyen, to ſee her coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenaunce
and her cheare, and ſhe apper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiuing
this fantaſie in mine hert, gan her
ſemblaunt goodly on me caſt, and ſaid in
this wiſe.</p>
               <p>It is well know, both to Reaſon and Ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>perience
in doing, euery actiue woorcheth on
his paſſiue, and when they been togither, ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tiue
and paſſiue, been icleaped by theſe Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophers,
if fire be in place, chafing thing a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
to be chafed or heat, and the ilk things
been ſette in ſoche a diſtaunce, that the one
may werche, the other ſhall ſuffre. The ilk
Margarite thou deſireſt, is full of vertue,
and able to be actiue in goodneſſe: But eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
hearb ſheweth his vertue, outfoorth from
within, the Sunne yeueth light, that things
may be ſey.</p>
               <p>Euery fire heateth the like thing that it
neighed, &amp; it be able to be heat, vertue of this
Margarit outforth wrethe, &amp; nothing is more
able to ſuffer woorching, or woorke catche of
the actife, but paſſife of the ſame actife, and
no paſſife to vertues of this Margarite, but
thee in all my donet can I find, ſo that her
vertue muſt needs on thee werche, in what
place euer thou be, within diſtaunce of her
woorthineſſe, as her very paſſife thou art clo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed:
but vertue may thee nothing profit, but
thy deſire be perfourmed, and all thy ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rows
ceaſed. Ergo through werching of her
vertue, thou ſhalt eaſely been holpen, and dri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven
out of all care, and welcome to this
long by thee deſired.</p>
               <p>Lady (qd. I) this is a good leſſon, in gin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning
of my joy: But wete ye well forſooth,
though I ſuppoſe ſhe haue moch vertue, I
would my ſpouſale were prooued, and then
may I liue out of doubt, &amp; rejoyce me great<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,
in thinking of tho vertues ſo ſhewed. I
hearde thee ſay (qd. ſhe) at my beginning,
when I receiued thee firſt for to ferue, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thy
jewell, thilk Margarite thou deſireſt, was
cloſed in a musk, with a blew ſhell. Ye for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſoth
(qd. I) ſo I ſaid, &amp; ſo it is Wel (qd. ſhe) eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
thing kindly, ſheweth it ſelf, this jewell
cloſed in a blew ſhell, excellence of colours,
ſheweth vertue from within, * and ſo euery
wight ſhould rather look to the proper ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue
of things, than to his forrain goods. If
a thing be engendered of good matter, com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>monly,
and for the more part it followeth,
after the congelement vertue of the firſt mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter,
and it be not corrupt with vices, to pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceede
with encreaſe of good vertues: Eke
right ſo it fareth of bad. * Truly great ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cellence
in vertue of linage, for the more part
diſcendeth by kind to the ſucceſſion in ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tues
to follow. Wherfore I ſay, the colours of
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euery Margarite, ſheweth from within the
fineneſſe in vertue.</p>
               <p>Kindely heauen, when mery weather is
a lofte, appeareth in mans iye of colour in
Blewe, ſtedfaſtneſſe in peace, betokening
within and without: Margarite is engen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dred
by heauenly Dewe, and ſheweth in it
ſelf, by fineneſſe of colour, whether the en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gendrure,
were maked on morrow or on eue:
thus ſaith kind of this perle. This preci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
Margarite that thou ſerueſt, ſheweth it
ſelf diſcended by nobley of vertue, from this
heauenlich dew, nouriſhed and congeled in
meekneſſe, that mother is of all vertues, and
by werks that men ſeen withouten the ſig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nification
of the colours, been ſhewed mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cy
and pitty in the hert, with peace to all o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther,
and all this is icloſed in a Muskle, who
ſo readily theſe vertues loken. All thing that
hath ſoule, is reduced into good by meane
things, as thus: Into GOD manne is
reduced by ſoules reaſonable, and ſo foorth
beaſts, or bodies that mow not mouen, af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
place been reduced into man, by beaſts
meue that mouen from place to place: ſo that
thilke bodies that han feeling ſoules, and
moue not from places, holden the loweſt de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gree
of ſoling thinges in feeling, and ſoche
been reduced into man by means. So it fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loweth,
the Muskle as mother of all vertues,
halt the place of meekneſſe, to his loweſt de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gree
diſcendeth doun of heauen, and there by
a manner of virgin engendrure, arn theſe
Margarites engendred, and afterward con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>geled.
Made not meekeneſſe ſo low the hie
heauen, to encloſe and catch out therof ſo no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
a dew, that after congelement a Marga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite,
with endleſſe vertue and euerlaſting joy,
was with full veſſell of grace yeuen to euery
creature, that goodly would it receiue. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
(qd. I) theſe things been right noble, I
haue ere this heard the ſame ſaws. Then
(qd. ſhe) thou woſt well theſe things been
ſothe? Ye foreſothe (qd. I) at the full. Now
(qd. ſhe) that this Margarite is ful of vertue,
it is well proued, wherefore ſome grace, ſome
mercy emong other vertues, I wot right
well on thee ſhall diſcend? Ye (qd. I) yet would
I haue better declared vertues in this Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>garite,
kindly to been grounded. That ſhall
I ſhew thee (qd. ſhe) (&amp; thou wouldeſt it learn?
Learne, qd. I, what needeth ſoche wordes:
were ye not well Lady your ſelf, that all my
cure, all my diligence, and all my might, haue
tourned by your counſail, in pleaſaunce of
that perle, all my thought and all my ſtudy,
with your help deſireth, in worſhip thilke
Iewell, to encreaſe all my trauail, and all my
buſineſſe in your ſeruice, this Margarite to
glad in ſomhalue: me were leuer her honour,
her pleaſaunce, and her good chear, thorow
me for to be maintained and kept, and I of
ſoch thing in her liking to be cauſe, than all
the wealth of bodily goods ye could reeken.
And would neuer GOD, but I put my ſelf
in great jeopardy of all that I would, that is
now no more but my life alone, rather then I
ſhould ſuffer thilk jewell in any poinct been
blemiſhed, as far as I may ſuffre, and with
my might ſtretch. Soch thing (qd. ſhe) may
mokell further thy grace, and thee in my ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vice
auance. But now (qd. Loue) wilt thou
graunt me thilke Margarite to been good?
O good good (qd. I) why tempt ye me and
tene with ſoch maner ſpeach: I would grant
that, though I ſhould anon die, and by my
trouth fight in the quarel, if any wight would
counterplead. It is ſo moch the lighter (qd.
Loue) to proue our entent. Ye (qd. I) but yet
would I hear, how ye would proue, that ſhe
were good by reaſonable skill, that it mowe
not been denied, for although I know, and ſo
doth many other, manifold goodneſſe and
vertue in this Margarite been Printed, yet
ſome men there been, that no goodneſſe ſpea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken:
and where euer your words been heard,
and your reaſons been ſhewed, ſoch euil ſpea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kers
Lady, by aucthority of your excellence,
ſhullen been ſtopped and aſhamed. And more,
they that han none acquaintance in her per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon,
yet mowe they know her vertues, and
been the more enformed in what wiſe they
mow ſet their herts, when hem liſt into your
ſeruice any entree make, for truly all this to
begin, I wote well my ſelf, that thilk jewell
is ſo precious a pearl as a womanly woman
in her kind, in whom of goodneſſe, of vertue,
and alſo of anſwering, ſhape of limmes, and
fetures ſo well in all poincts according, no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
faileth: I leue that kinde her made
with great ſtudy, for kind in her perſon no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
hath foryet, &amp; y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is well ſeen. In euery
good wights herte, ſhe hath grace of com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mending,
and of vertuous praiſing. Alas that
euer kind made her deadly, ſaue onely in
that I wot well, that Nature in forming
of her, in nothing hath erred.</p>
               <p>CErtes (qd. Loue) thou haſt well be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gonne,
and I ask thee this queſtion:
Is not in generall euery thing good? I
not (qd. I) No (qd. ſhe) ſaue not GOD
euery thing that he made, and wern right
good. Then is wonder (qd. I) how euill
things commen a place, ſithen that all
things weren right good. Thus (qd. ſhe)
I woll declare: eueriche quality, and
euery accion, and euery thing that hath
any manner of being, it is of GOD,
and GOD it made, of whom is all
goodneſſe, and all being, of him is no bad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe:
* Badde to be is naught: Good to
be is ſomewhat, and therefore good and
being, is one in vnderſtanding. How may
this be (qd. I) for often han ſhrews me aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſailed,
and mokell badneſſe therein haue I
founden, and ſo me ſeemeth bad, to be ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>what
in kind. Thou ſhalt (qd. ſhe) vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtand
that ſoch maner of badneſſe, which is
vſed to purifie wrong doers is ſomewhat,
and GOD it made, and being hath, and that
is good: * Other badneſſe no being hath vt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terly,
<pb n="519" facs="tcp:51487:279"/>
it is in the negatiue of ſomewhat, and
that is naught, and nothing being. The par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties
eſſenciall of being, arne ſaid in double
wiſe, as that it is, and theſe parties ben found
in euery creature, for all thing a this half the
firſt being, is being through participation, ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>king
party of being, ſo that euery creature is
difference, between being, and of him through
whom it is and his own being: right as euery
good is a maner of being, ſo is it good through
being, for it is naught other to be: and euery
thing though it be good, it is not of himſelf
good, but it is good by that, it is ordinable to
the great goodneſſe. This duality after Clerks
determiſſion, is founden in euery creature, be
it neuer ſo ſingle of onhed. Ye (qd. I) but there
as it is iſaid, that God ſaw euery thing of his
making, and were right good, as your ſelf ſaid
to me, not long time ſithen: I ask whether
euery creature is iſaid good, through goodnes
vnformed, either els formed, and afterward if
it be accept vtterly good? I ſhall ſay thee (qd.
ſhe) theſe great paſſed Clerks, han deuided
good, into good being alone, and that is no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
but good, for nothing is good in that
wiſe, but God: Alſo in good by participacion,
and that is icleaped good, for farre fette, and
repreſentatiue of goodly goodneſſe. * And after
this manifold good is ſaid, that is to ſay, good
in kind, and good in gendre, and good of
grace, and good of joy.</p>
               <p>Of good in kind, Auguſtine ſaith, all that
been, been good: but peraunter thou wouldſt
wete, whether of hemſelf it bee good, or els
of an others goodneſſe, for naturell goodneſſe
of euery ſubſtaunce, is nothing els than his
ſubſtaunciall being, which is icleaped good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nes,
after compariſon that he hath to his firſt
goodneſſe, ſo as it is inductatife, by meanes
into the firſt goodneſſe. Boece ſheweth this
thing at the full, that this name good, is in
generall name in kind, as it is compariſoned
generally to his principal end, which is God,
knot of all goodneſſe. Euery creature cri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
GOD vs made, and ſo they han full ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>petite
to thilk God by affection, ſoch as to
him belongeth: and in this wiſe all things
been good, of the great God, which is good
alone. This wonder thing (qd. I) how ye
haue by many reaſons proued, my firſt way
to be error and miſgoing, &amp; cauſe of badneſſe
and feeble meaning, in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ground ye alledged
to be rooted: whence is it, that ſoch badneſſe
hath ſpringes, ſithen all things thus in ge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nerall
been good, and badneſſe hath no being,
as ye haue declared: I wene if all things been
good, I might then with the firſt way, in that
good haue ended, and ſo by goodneſſe haue
commen to bliſſe in your ſeruice deſired. All
thing (qd. ſhe) is good by being in participa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion,
out of the firſt goodneſſe, which good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
is corrupt by badneſſe, and bad mean<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
maners: GOD hath in good things,
that they been good by being, &amp; not in euell,
for there is abſence of rightful Loue, for bad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
is nothing onely but euill will of the
vſer, and through guilts of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> doer, wherfore
at the ginning of the world, euery thing by
himſelf was good, &amp; in vniuerſall they wern
right good. An iye or a hand is fairer &amp; bet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
in a body, ſette in his kindly place, than
from y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> body diſceuered. Euery thing in his
kindly place being kindly, good doth werch,
and out of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> place voided, it diſſolueth and
is defouled him ſelue. Our noble GOD in
gliterand wiſe by armony this world ordein<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
as in purtreitures, ſtoried with colours
medled, in which blacke and other dark co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lours,
commenden the golden, and the Aſſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red
painture, euery put in kindly place, one
beſide an other, more for other glittereth:
right ſo little fair, maketh right fair, more
glorious: and right ſo of goodneſſe, and of
other things in vertue. Wherfore other bad,
and not ſo good pearls as this Margarite,
that we han of this matter, yeuen by the air
little goodneſſe, and little vertue, right mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kell
goodneſſe, and vertue in thy Margarite
to been prooued, in ſhining wiſe to be found
&amp; ſhewed. How ſhold euer goodneſs of peace
haue been know, but if vnpeace ſometime
reign, and mokell euill wroth? How ſhould
mercy been proued, and no treſpaſs were, by
due juſtification to be puniſhed? Therefore
grace and goodneſs of a wight is found, the
ſorrowful herts in good meaning to endure,
been comforted, vnite, and accord between
herts knit in joy to abide.</p>
               <p>What weneſt thou I rejoyce, or els ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>compt
him emong my ſeruants, that pleaſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
Pallas, in vndoing of Mercury, all be it
that to Pallas he be knitte by title of Law,
not according to the reaſonable conſcience:
and Mercury in doing, haue grace to been
ſuffered: or els him that weneth the Moon,
for fairneſs of the eue Sterre. Lo, other<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>while
by nights light of the Moon, greatly
comforteth in darke thoughts and blinde.
Vnderſtanding of loue, yeueth great glad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſs:
Who ſo liſt no bileue, when a ſooth tale
is ſhewed, adew and adew bliſs, his name is
entred. Wiſe folk and worthy in gentilleſſe,
both of vertue and of liuing, yeuen full cre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dence
in ſoothneſſe of loue with a good herte,
there as good euidence or experience in do<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
ſheweth not the contrary. Thus mightſt
thou haue full prefe in thy Margarites good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
by commendment of other jewels bad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
and iuelneſſe in doing. Stoundmele di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeaſes
yeueth ſeueral hours in joy.</p>
               <p>Now by my trouth (qd. I) this is well de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>clared,
that my Margarite is good, for ſithen
other been good, and ſhe paſſeth many other
in goodnes and vertue, wherethrough by ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
neceſſary ſhe muſt be good: and goodnes
of this Margarite is nothing els but vertue,
wherefore ſhe is vertuous, and if there failed
any vertue in any ſide, there were lack of ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue:
bad nothing els is ne may be, but lack
and want of good and goodnes, &amp; ſo ſhould
ſhe haue that ſame lack, that is to ſain bad,
and that may not be, for ſhe is good, and that
<pb n="520" facs="tcp:51487:280"/>
is good me thinketh all good: and ſo by con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſequence
me ſeemeth vertuous, &amp; no lack of
vertue to haue. But the Sun is not know
but he ſhine, ne vertues herbes but they haue
her kinde werchyng, ne vertue but it ſtretch
in goodnes or profite to another, is no vertue.
Then by all wayes of reaſon, ſithen mercy &amp;
pity ben moſt commended among other ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tues,
and they might neuer been ſhewed re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>freſhment
of helpe and of comforte, but now
at my moſt need, &amp; that is the kind werking
of theſe vertues: trewly I wene I ſhall not
vary from theſe helpes.</p>
               <p>Fyre, and if he yeue none heat, for fire is
not deemed. The Sunne but he ſhyne, for
ſunne is not accompted. Water, but it wete,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> name ſhal been chaunged. Vertue but it
werch, of goodnes doth it fail, &amp; in to his con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trary
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> name ſhall be reverſed, &amp; theſe been
impoſſible: wherefore the contradictory that
is neceſſary, needs muſt I leue. Certes (qd.
ſhe) in thy perſon and out of thy mouth theſe
words lien well to been ſaid, and in thine vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtanding
to be leued, as in entent of this
Margarite alone: and here now my ſpech
in concluſion of theſe words.</p>
               <p>IN theſe thynges (qd. ſhe) that me liſt now
to ſhewe openly, ſhall be founde the mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
of thy ſickneſſe, and what ſhall been the
medecine that may he thy ſorrowes, liſte
and comforte, as well thee as all other that
amiſſe have erred, and out of the way wal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked,
ſo that any droppe of good will in a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mendement
been dwelled in theyr heartes.
Prouerbes of Salomon openly teacheth,
how ſometime an innocent walked by the
way in blindneſſe of a darke night, whome
mette a woman (if it be lefelly to ſay) as a
ſtrumpet arayed, redily purueyed in turning
of thoughts with vein janglings, and of reſt
impacient by diſſimulacion of my terms, ſay<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
in this wiſe: come and be we dronken of
our ſweet pappes, vſe we coueitous collin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ges.
And thus drawen was this innocent, as
an Oxe to the larder. Lady (qd. I) to me this
is a queint thing to vnderſtand: I pray you
of this parable declare me the entent. This
innocente (qd. ſhe) is a ſcholer learning of my
lore, in ſeching of my bliſſe, in which thing
the day of his thought turning enclineth in
to eue, and the Sonne of very light fayling,
maketh darke night in his conning. Thus
in darkneſſe of many douts he walketh, and
for blindenes of vnderſtandyng, he ne wote
in w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> way he is in: forſoth ſoch one may light<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
been begiled. To whom came loue fained,
not clothed of my liuery, but vnlefull luſty
habite, with ſofte ſpech and mery, and with
faire honied words heretikes and mis mean<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
people, skleren and wimplen their er<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rours.
Auſten witneſſeth of an heretike that
in his firſt beginning, he was a man right
expert in reaſons, and ſweet in his words,
and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> werkes miſcorden. Thus fareth fayn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
loue in her firſt werchinges: thou knoweſt
theſe things for trew, thou haſt hem proued
by experience. Sometime in doyng to thine
own perſon, in which thing thou haſt found
matter of mokell diſeaſe. Was not fained
loue redily purueyed, thy wittes to catch &amp;
tourne thy good thoughts? trewly ſhe hath
wounded the conſcience of many, with flo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſhing
of mokell jangling words: and good
worthe thanked I it for no gloſe, I am glad
of my Prudence thou haſt ſo manly her vein<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed.
To me art thou moche holden, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> in thy
kind courſe of good meaning I returne thy
minde: I trow ne had I ſhewed thee thy
Margarite, thou haddeſt neuer returned. Of
firſt in good parfite joy was euer fayned loue
impacient, as the water of Syloe, whiche
euermore floweth with ſtilneſs &amp; priuy noyſe
till it come nygh the brink, &amp; then ginneth it
ſo out of meaſure to bolne, with nouelleries
of chaungyng ſtorms, that in courſe of euery
rennyng, it is in point to ſpill all his circuit
of banks. Thus fayned loue priuely at the
fulleſt of his flowyng, new ſtorms debate to
arayſe. And all be it y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Mercurius often with
hole vnderſtandyng, knowen ſoch perillous
matters, yet Veneriens ſo luſty been and ſo
leude in theyr wits, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> in ſoch things right li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tell
or naught done they fele, &amp; wryten and
cryen to their fellows: here is bliſſe, here is
joy, &amp; thus in to one ſame errour, mokel folk
they drawen. Come they ſayne, and be we
dronken of our pappes, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> been fallas &amp; lying
gloſe of which mowe they not ſouke milke of
health, but deadly venym &amp; poyſon, corrup<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
of ſorrow. * Mylke of fallas, is venym
of diſceite: Milke of lying gloſe is venym of
corrupcion. Lo what thing commeth out of
theſe pappes: vſe we coueited collinges, de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſire
we &amp; meddle we falſe wordes with ſote,
&amp; ſote with falſe, truely this is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſorineſſe of
fayned loue, needs of theſe ſurfets, ſickneſſe
muſt follow. * Thus as an Ox to thy lan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>goryng
death wert thou drawn, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſote of the
ſmoke hath thee all defaſed. Euer y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> deeper
thou ſometime wadeſt, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſooner thou it found:
if it had thee killed it had be littell wonder.
But on y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> other ſide, my trew ſeruants not
faynen ne diſceyue conne, ſoothly their doyng
is open, my foundement endureth, be y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> bur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>then
neuer ſo great, euer in one it laſteth: it
yeueth lyfe and blisfull goodneſſe in the laſte
ends, though the ginnings been ſharp. Thus
of two contraries, contrary ben the effects.
And ſo thilke Margarite thou ſerueſt, ſhall
ſeen thee by her ſeruice, out of perillous tri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bulacion
delyuered, bycauſe of her ſeruice in
to new diſeaſe fallen, by hope of amendment
in the laſt end, with joy to be gladded, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
of kinde pure, her mercy with grace of
good helpe, ſhall ſhe graunt, and els I ſhall
her ſo ſtraine, that with pity ſhall ſhe ben a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>maiſtred.
Remembre in thine heart how hor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rible
ſometime to thyne Margarite thou
treſpaſſeſt, &amp; in a great wyſe ayenſt her thou
forfeiteſt: cleape ayen thy mind, and know
thyne owne guiltes. What goodneſſe, what
<pb n="521" facs="tcp:51487:280"/>
thyne own guiltes. What goodneſſe, what
bounty, with mokell followyng pity found
thou in that time? Wert thou not goodly ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cepted
in to grace? By my plucking, was ſhe
to foryeueneſſe enclined. And after I her ſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red
to draw thee to houſe, and yet wendeſt
thou vtterly for euer haue ben refuſed. But
well thou woſte, ſithen y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I in ſoche ſharp di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeaſe
might ſo greatly auayle, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thinkeſt in
thy witte? How ferre may my wit ſtretch?
And thou lach not on thy ſide I woll make
the knotte: Certes in thy good bering I woll
accorde with the Pſauter. I haue found Da<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vid
in my ſeruice true, and with holy oyle of
peace and of reſt long by him deſired, vtterly
he ſhall be annointed. Truſt well to me, and
I woll thee not fayle. The lening of the firſt
way with good hert of continuaunce, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I ſee
in the grounded, this purpoſe to parfourme,
draweth my by maner of conſtrayning, that
needes muſt I been thine helper: although
mirthe a while be taried, it ſhal come at ſoch
ſeaſon, that thy thought ſhall been joyed: &amp;
would neuer GOD, ſithen thyne hert to my
reaſons arne aſſented, and openly haſte
confeſſed thine amiſſe going, and now crieſt
after mercy, but if mercy followed: thy
bliſſe ſhall been ready ywis, thou ne woſt
how ſone.</p>
               <p>Now be a good childe I rede. The kind of
vertues in thy Margarite rehearſed, by
ſtrength of me in thy perſon ſhull werch.
Comfort thee in this, for thou maiſt not miſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cary.
And theſe words ſaid, ſhe ſtreight her
on length and reſted a while.</p>
               <trailer>¶Thus endeth the ſecond book, and here<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>after
followeth the third booke.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div n="3" type="book">
               <p>OF nombre ſain theſe clerks that it is
naturell ſome of diſcrete thinges,
as in telling one, two, three, and ſo
forth: but among all nombres three
is determined for moſt certaine. Wherfore
in nombre certain this werke of my beſie
leudenes, I think to end and parfourme.</p>
               <p>Enſample by this worlde in three times is
deuided: Of which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> firſt is cleped Dema<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tian,
that is to ſay, going out of true way: &amp;
all that tho dieden, in hell were thy puniſhed
for a mans ſinne, till grace and mercy fet hem
thence, &amp; there ended the firſt time. The ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cond
time laſteth from the coming of mercia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
grace, vntill the end of tranſitory time, in
which is ſhewed y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> true way in fordoing of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
badde, and that is ycleped time of grace: &amp;
that thing is not yeuen by deſert of yelding,
one benefite for another, but onely through
goodneſſe of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> yeuer of grace in thilke tyme.
Who ſo can well vnderſtand, is ſhapen to be
ſaued in ſouled bliſſe. The third time ſhal gin
when tranſitory things of worldes han made
their end, and that ſhall been in joy, glory,
and red both body and ſoule, that well han
deſerued in the tyme of grace. And thus in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
heauen togither ſhull they dwell perpetuelly,
without any ymaginatife yuel in any halue.
Theſe times are figured by tho three dayes
that our God was cloſed in yearth, and in the
third aroſe, ſhewyng our reſurrection to joy &amp;
bliſſe, of tho y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it deſeruen, by his merciable
grace. So this leude booke in three matters
accordaunt to tho times, lightely by a good
inſeer may been vnderſtande, as in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> firſt er<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rour
of miſſe goyng is ſhewed with ſorrowful
pine, puniſhed is cried after mercy. In the
ſecond is grace in good way proued, which is
fayling without deſert, thilk firſt miſſe amen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding
in correction of tho errours and euen
way to bryng with comforte of welfare, in to
amendement wexing. And in the third joye
and bliſſe, graunted to him that well can de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerue
it, and hath ſauour of vnderſtandyng in
the tyme of grace. Thus in joye of my third
booke ſhall the matter be till it end. But ſpe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ciall
cauſe I haue in my heart to make this
proceſſe of a Margarit pearl, that is ſo preci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
a gem, with cleere and littell of which
ſtones or Iewel, the tongues of vs Engliſh
people tourneth the right names, and clepeth
hem Margery pearles: thus varieth our
ſpeech from many other langages. For trew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
Latine, French, and many mo other langa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ges
clepeth hem Margery peerles, the name
Margarites or Margarit perls: wherefore in
that denominacion I woll me accord to other
mens tonges, in that name cleping. Theſe
clerkes that treaten of kindes, &amp; ſtudien out
the property there of things, ſayne the Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>garit
is a littel white pearle, throughout ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low
and rounde, and vertuous, and on the ſea
ſides in the more Britaine, in muskle ſhels,
of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heavenly dewe y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> beſt been engendred: in
which by experience ben found three fayre ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tues.
One is, it yeueth comforte to the feling
ſpirits in bodily perſones of reaſon. Another
is good, it is profitable health ayenſt paſſions
of ſory mens hearts. And the third it is need<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
and noble in ſtaunching of blood, there
els too much would out ren. To which perle
and vertues me liſt to liken at this time Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophy,
with her three ſpeces, that is, naturel,
and moral, and reaſonable: of which things
heareth what ſaine theſe great Clerks. Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophy
is knowing of deuinely and manly
things joyned with ſtudy of good liuyng, and
this ſtante in two things, that is, conning
and opinion: conning, is when a thing by cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taine
reaſon is conceiued: but wretches, and
fooles, and lewd men, many will conceyue a
thyng &amp; maintaine it as for a ſothe, though
reaſon be in the contrary, wherefore conning
is a ſtraunger. Opinion is while a thyng <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 word">
                     <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                  </gap>
in non certayne, and hidde from mens very
knowledging, and by no parfite reaſon fully
declared, as thus: if the ſonne be ſo mokel as
men wenen, or els if it be more then y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> earth.
For in ſoothneſſe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> certaine quantity of that
Planet is vnknowen to erthly dwellers, &amp; yet
by opinion of ſome men, it is holden for more
than middle erth. The firſt ſpece of Philoſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phy
is naturel, which in kindely things trea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten,
<pb n="522" facs="tcp:51487:281"/>
&amp; ſheweth cauſes of heauen, &amp; ſtrength
of kindly courſe: as by Arſmetrike, Geome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>try,
Muſike, &amp; by Aſtronomy, techeth ways
and courſe of Heauens, of Planetes, and of
Sterres about Heauen &amp; Earth, &amp; other Ele<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments.
The ſecond ſpece is morall, which
in order of liuing maners techeth, &amp; by rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
proueth vertues of ſoule moſt worthy in
our liuyng, which been Prudence, Iuſtice,
Temperaunce, &amp; Strength. Prudence is
goodly wiſedome in knowyng of thynges:
Strength voideth all aduerſities aliche euen.
Temperaunce diſtroyeth beſtiall liuing with
eaſie bearyng. And Iuſtice rightfully judg<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth,
and judging, departeth to euery wight
that is his own. The third ſpece tourn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
in to reaſon of vnderſtanding, al things
to be ſaid ſothe &amp; diſcuſſed, and that in two
things is deuided: one is Art, another is
Rhetorique, in which two all lawes of mans
reaſon been grounded or elles maintayned.
And for this book is all of Loue, &amp; thereafter
beareth his name, and Philoſophy and law
muſt hereto accorden by their clergial diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cripcions:
as Philoſophy for loue of wiſedom
is declared: Law for maintaynaunce of peace
is holden: and theſe with loue muſt needs ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corden,
therefore of hem in this place haue I
touched. Order of homely things and honeſt
manner of lyuing in vertue, with rightful
judgement in cauſes, &amp; profitable adminiſtra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
in communalties of Realms &amp; Cities,
by euenhede profitably to rayne, nat by ſingu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ler
auantage, ne by priuy enuy, ne by ſolein
purpoſe in couetiſe of worſhip or of goods, ben
diſpoſed in open rule ſhewed, by Loue, Philo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſophy,
&amp; law, and yet loue toforne all other.
Wherfore as ſuſterne in vnity they accorden
&amp; one end y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is peace &amp; reſt, they cauſen nou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſhyng,
&amp; in the joy mainteynen to endure.
Now then, as I haue declared, my boke ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cordeth
with diſcripcion of three things, and
the Margarite in vertue is likened to Phi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſophy,
with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> three ſpeces. In which mat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters
euer twey been accordant with bodily
reaſon, &amp; the third with the ſoule: But in
concluſion of my book and of this Margarit
pearle, in knittyng togider law by three ſon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dry
manners ſhal be lykened, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſay, Law,
Right, &amp; Cuſtom, which I woll declare: all
that is law, commeth of Gods ordinaunce by
kindely worchyng: &amp; thilke things ordayned
by mans wittes arne icleped right, which is
ordayned by many maners and in conſtitu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
written: But cuſtome is a thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is
a<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>cepted for right or for law, there as law &amp;
right faylen, and there is no difference, whe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
it come of Scripture or of reaſon.
Wherefore it ſheweth that law is kindly go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vernaunce:
right commeth out of mannes
probable reaſon: and cuſtome is of commen
vſage by length of time vſed, and cuſtom nat
write is vſage, and if it be writte conſtitution
it is iwritten and ycleped: But law of kinde
is commen to euery nation, as conjunction of
man &amp; woman in loue, ſucceſſion of children
in heritaunce, reſtitucion of thing by ſtrength
taken or leant, &amp; this lawe among all other
halte the ſouerayneſt gree in wurſhip, which
lawe beganne at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> beginnyng of reaſonable
creature, it varied yet neuer for no chaung<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
of time: cauſe forſooth in ordainyng of
Law, was to conſtrain mens hardines in to
peace, &amp; withdrawing his yuell will, &amp; turning
malice into goodneſſe, and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> innocence ſiker<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
withouten teneful anoy among ſhrews,
ſafely might inhabite by protection of ſafe
conduct, ſo that ſhrewes harm for harm by
brydle of feardeneſſe ſhoulden reſtrayn. But
forſothe in kindely lawe nothing is commen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded,
but ſoche as Gods will hath confirmed,
ne nothing denied but contraryouſtie of
Gods will in Heauen: eke then all lawes or
cuſtome, or els conſtitution by vſage, or wri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> contrarien law of kinde, vtterly been
repugnant &amp; aduerſary to our gods will of
Heauen. Trewly lawe of kinde for goddes
own luſty will is verily to mayntaine, vnder
which law (and vnworthy) both profeſſe and
reguler arn obediencer and bounden to this
Margarit pearl, as by knot of loues ſtatutes
&amp; ſtabliſhment in kind, which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> goodly may
not ben withſetten. Lo vnder this bonde am
I conſtrained to abide, &amp; man vnder liuyng
lawe ruled, by y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> law oweth after deſertes to
been rewarded by paine or by mede, but if
mercy weiue the pain: ſo than be parte, rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſonfully
may be ſey, that mercy both right &amp;
lawe paſſeth, thentent of all theſe matters,
is the leſt cleere vnderſtanding, to weten at
the end of this third boke ful knowyng tho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
Gods grace, I thinke to make neuer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thelater,
yet if theſe things han a good and a
ſleght inſeer which that can ſouke hony of
the hard ſtone, oyle of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> dry rock, may lightly
feele nobly of matter in my leude imagina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion
cloſed.</p>
               <p>But for my booke ſhal be of joy (as I ſaid)
and I ſo ferre ſet fro thilke place, fro whens
gladneſs ſhould come, my corde is to ſhort to
let my boket ought to catch of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> water, and
few men be abouten my corde to ech, &amp; many
in full purpoſe been ready it ſhorter to make,
&amp; to encloſe thenter, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> my boket of joy nothing
ſhould catch, but empty returne, my carefull
ſorrowes to encreaſe, &amp; if I die for payne, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
were gladneſſe at their hearts. Good Lord
ſend me water in to the cop of theſe Moun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tains,
&amp; I ſhall drink thereof my thruſtes to
ſtanch: and ſey theſe be comfortable welles
in to health of goodnes of my ſauiour am I
holpen. And yet I ſay more, the houſe of joy
to me is not opened. How dare my ſorrow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ful
gooſt then in any matter of gladneſs thyn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken
to trete? for euer ſobbings &amp; complaints
be ready refrete in his meditacions, as wer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bles
in manyfold ſtoundes comming about
I not than. And therefore what maner of
joy coude endite, but yet at dore ſhall I
knock, if y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> key of Dauid would y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> lock unſhyt
and he bring me in, which that childrens
tonges both openeth and cloſeth. Whoſe
<pb n="523" facs="tcp:51487:281"/>
ſpirite, where he well worcheth, departing
goodly as him liketh. Now to Gods laude &amp;
reuerence, profite of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> readers, amendment
of maners of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> herers, encreaſing of worſhip
among loues ſeruaunts, releuing of my hert
in to grace of my jewel, &amp; frendſhip pleaſance
of this pearle, I am ſtered in this making, &amp;
for nothing els: &amp; if any good thing to mens
likyng in this ſcripture be found, thanketh y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>
maiſter of grace which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> of that good and all
other is authour, &amp; principal doer. And if any
thing be inſufficient or els miſlikyng, with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> lewdneſs of mine vnable conning, for
body in diſeaſe annoyeth the vnderſtanding
in ſoule. A diſeſely habitation leteth the wits
many thinges, and namely in ſorow. The cu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtome
neuer the later of loue, be long tyme of
ſeruice in termes I thinke to purſue, which
beene liuely to yeue vnderſtanding in other
thinges. But nowe to enforme thee of this
Margarites goodneſs, I may her not halfe
prayſe. Wherefore not ſhe for my book, but
this book for her is worthy to be commen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded,
tho my book be leude: right as thinges
nat for places, but places for things ought to
be deſired and prayſed.</p>
               <p>NOw (qd. Loue) truely thy words I haue
well vnderſtond. Certes me thinketh
hem right good, and me wondreth why thou
ſo lightly paſſeſt in the law. Sothly (qd. I)
my wit is leude and I am right blind and
that mater deepe, how ſhuld I then haue wa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded,
lightly might I haue drenched and ſpilt
there my ſelf. Yea (qd. ſhe) I ſhal help thee to
ſwim. * For right as law puniſheth brekers
of precepts, and the contrary doers of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> wri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten
conſtitucions: right ſo ayenward, law
rewardeth and yeueth mede to hem that law
ſtrengthen. By one law this rebel is puniſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
&amp; this innocent is mede, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſhrew is empri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſoned,
&amp; this rightful is corowned. The ſame
law that joyneth by wedlock without forſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>king,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame law yeueth libel of departicion
bycauſe of deuorſe, both deemed &amp; declared.
Ye ye (qd. I) I find in no law to mede &amp; re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
in goodnes, the gilty of deſerts. Fool
(qd. ſhe) gilty conuerted in your law, mykel
merite deſerueth. Alſo Pauly of Rome was
corowned, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> by him y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mainteiners of Pom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>peus
weren known &amp; diſtroyed: &amp; yet toforn
was this Paulin chiefe of Pompeus coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile.
This law in Rome hath yet his name
of meſuring in mede, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> bewraying of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſpiracy,
ordained by tho ſenatours y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> death.
Iulius Ceſar is accompted into Catons
rightwiſneſſe, for euer in trouth floriſheth his
name among y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> knowers of reaſon. Perdicas
was crowned in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heritage of Alexander the
great, for telling of a priuy hate y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> king Por<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rus
to Alexander had. Wherefore euery
wight by reaſon of law after his rightwiſenes
apertly his mede may chalenge: &amp; ſo thou y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
maintaineſt law of kind, &amp; therefore diſeaſe
haſt ſuffred in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> law, reward is worthy to be
rewarded and ordayned, &amp; apertly thy mede
might thou chalenge. Certes (qd. I) this
haue I well lerned, &amp; euer henceforward I
ſhal draw me thereafter in one hed of will to
abide this law, both maintain &amp; kepe, and ſo
hope I beſt entre in to your grace, well deſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uing
in o worſhip of a wight, without needful
compulſion ought medefully to be rewarded.
Truly (qd. Loue) that is ſoth, &amp; tho by conſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tucion
good ſeruice in to profite &amp; auauntage
ſtretch, vtterly many men it demen to haue
more deſert of mede, then good wil nat com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pelled.
Se now (qd. I) how may men holden
of this the contrary. And w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is good ſeruice?
Of you wold I here this queſtion declared.
I ſhall ſay thee (qd. ſhe) in a few words, reſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nable
workings in pleſaunce &amp; profite of thy
ſoueraine. How ſhuld I this perform (qd. I.)
Right wel (qd. ſhe) &amp; here me now a litell. It
is hardly (qd. ſhe) to vnderſtand, that right as
mater by due ouerchaungings followeth his
perfection &amp; his form: right ſo euery man by
rightfull werkings ought to follow y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> lefull
deſires in his heart, &amp; ſee toforne to w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> end he
deſerueth, for many times he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> loketh not af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
thendes, but vtterly thereof is vnknown,
befalleth often many yuels to done, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>through
er he be ware ſhamefully he is con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>founded,
thende thereof neden to be before
looked to euery deſire of ſuch foreſight, in
good ſeruice three things ſpecially needeth to
be rulers in his works. Firſt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he do good, next
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he do by his election in his own hert, &amp; the
third, that he do godly withouten any ſur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quedry
in thoughts. That your werkes ſhul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
be good in ſeruice, or in any other acts,
authorites many may be alledged, neuer the
latter, by reaſon thus may it be ſhewed. All
your works be cleped ſecond &amp; mouen in ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue
of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> firſt wercher, which in good works
wrought you to proceed, &amp; right ſo your werks
mouen in to vertue of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> laſt end, &amp; right in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
firſt working were nat, no man ſhould in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cond
werch. Right ſo but ye feled to w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> end,
and ſen their goodneſſe cloſed, ye ſhould no
more retch w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye wrought but y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ginning gan
with good, and there ſhall it ceafe in the laſt
end, if it be well conſidred. Wherfore y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> midle,
if other ways it draw then accordaunt to
thends, there ſtinteth the courſe of good, and
another manner courſe entreth, &amp; ſo it is a
party by him ſelue, &amp; euery part be not accor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daunt
to his all, is foule &amp; ought to be eſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chewed,
wherefore euery thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is wrought
&amp; be nat good, is nat accordaunt to thendes of
his all hole, it is foul, and ought to be with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>draw.
* Thus the perſons that neither done
good ne harme, ſhamen foule their making:
Wherefore without working of good acts
in good ſeruice, may no man bene accep<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted.
* Trewlye thlike that han might to do
good, and done it not, the crown of worſhip
ſhal be take from hem, and with ſhame ſhul
they be anulled. And ſo to make one werke
accordaunt with his endes, euery good ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uaunt
by reaſon of conſequence muſt do good
needs. Certes it ſuffiſeth not alone to do good
<pb n="524" facs="tcp:51487:282"/>
but goodly withal follows, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thank of goodnes
els in nought he deſerueth: For right as all
your beyng, come from the greateſt good, in
whom all goodneſs is cloſed. Right ſo your
ends been direct to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame good. * Ariſtotel de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>termineth
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> end &amp; good been one, &amp; conuerti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
in vnderſtanding, &amp; he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> in wil doth away
good, &amp; he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> loketh not to thend loketh not to
good, but he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> doth good and doth not goodly,
draweth away thy direction of the end, not
goodly, muſt needs be bad. Lo bad is nothing
els, but abſence or negatiue of good, as dark<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
is abſence or negatiue of light. Then
he that doth goodly directeth thilke good into
thend of badde. So muſt thing not good fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low,
eke badnes to ſuch folk oft followeth.
Thus contrariaunt workers of thend that is
good, been worthy y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> contrary of thend that is
good to haue. How (qd. I) may any good deed
be done, but if goodly it helpe. Yes (qd. Loue)
the Deuill doth many good deeds, but good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
he leueth behind, for euen badly &amp; in deſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiuable
wiſe he worketh. Wherefore y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trary
of thend him followeth. And do he ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver
ſo many good dedes, bycauſe goodly is a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way,
his goodnes is not rekened. Lo then
tho a man do good, but he do good, but he
do goodly thend in goodneſſe wol not folow,
and thus in good ſeruice both good deed and
goodly done, muſten joyne togider, and that
it be done with free choyſe in heart: and els
deſerueth he nat the merite in goodes, that
woll I proue. For if thou do any thing good
by chaunce or by hap, in what thing art thou
thereof worthy to be commended? for nothing
by reaſon of that, turneth in to thy praiſing
ne lacking. Lo thilke thing done by hap by
thy will is nat cauſed, and thereby ſhould I
thanke or lack deſerue: and ſithen y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> faileth,
thend which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wel ſhould reward, muſt needs
faile. Clerkes ſaine, no man but willing is
bleſſed, a good deed y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he hath done is not done
of free choyſe willing, without which bliſſed<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nes
may nat follow. Ergo nether thanke of
goodneſſe ne ſeruice in that is contrary of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
good end, ſo then to good ſeruice longeth good
deed goodly done, thorow free choiſe in heart.
Truely (qd. I) this haue I well vnderſtand.
Well (qd. ſhe) euery thing thus done ſuffi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cient
by lawe that is cleped Iuſtice, after re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
claime. For law &amp; Iuſtice was ordain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
in this wiſe, ſoch deſerts in goodnes after
quantite in doing, by mede to reward, and of
neceſſite of ſoch Iuſtice, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſay, rightwiſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nes
was free choiſe in deſeruing of well or of
euil graunted to reaſonable creatures. Eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
man hath free arbitrement to choſe good or
iuell to perform. Now (qd. I) tho if I by my
good will deſerue this Margarit pearle, &amp; am
thereto compelled, &amp; haue free choiſe to do w<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
me liketh: She is then holden as me thinketh
to reward thentent of my good will. Goddes
forbode els (qd. Loue) no wight meneth other<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wiſe
I trow, free will of good hert after mede
deſerueth. Hath euery man (qd. I) fre choice by
neceſſary maner of will in euery of his do<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ings,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> him liketh by Gods proper puruey<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aunce,
I wold ſee y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> well declared to my leud
vnderſtanding, for neceſſary &amp; neceſſite ben
words of mokel intencion, cloſing (as to ſay)
ſo mote it be needs, &amp; otherwiſe may it nat be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tide.
This ſhalt thou learn (qd. ſhe) ſo thou take
hede in my ſpech. If it were nat in mans own
liberte of free will to do good or bad, but to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
one tied by bond of Gods preordinaunce:
Then do he neuer ſo well it were by needful
compulcion of thilk bond &amp; not by free choiſe,
whereby nothing he deſireth, &amp; do he neuer ſo
yuell it were not man for to wite, but onelich
to him that ſoch thing ordained hem to don.
Wherfore he ne ought for bad be puniſhed, ne
for no good deed be rewarded, but of neceſſite
of rightwiſnes was therefore free choice of
arbitrement, put in mans proper diſpoſition:
truely if it were otherwiſe, it contraried Gods
charity, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> badneſs &amp; goodneſs, rewardeth af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
deſert of paine, or of mede. Me thinketh
this wonder (qd. I) for God by neceſſity for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wote
all things comming, &amp; ſo mote it needs
be: and thilk things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ben done, be our free
choice comen nothing of neceſſity, but onely
by wil: how may this ſtand togider? and ſo
me thinketh truely, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> free choice fully repug<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
Gods forweting. Truely lady, me ſeem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
they mowe not ſtand together.</p>
               <p>THen gan loue nigh me neere, &amp; with a
noble countenance of viſage &amp; limmes,
dreſſed her nighe my ſittyng place. Take
forth (qd. ſhe) thy penne, and redily write
theſe words, for if God woll, I ſhal hem ſo
enforme to thee, that thy leudneſs, which I
haue vnderſtand in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> matter, ſhall openly be
clered, &amp; thy ſight in full loking therein amen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded.
Firſt, if thou think y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Gods preſcience, re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pugne
liberty of arbetrie of arbitrement, it
is impoſſible y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> they ſhould accord in onehed
of ſoth to vnderſtanding. Ye (qd. I) forſoth
ſo I it conceiue. Well (qd. ſhe) if thilke im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſſible
were away, the repugnaunce that
ſeemeth to be therein, were vtterly remoued.
Shew me thabſence of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> impoſſibility (qd. I.)
So (qd. ſhe) I ſhall. Now I ſuppoſe that they
mowe ſtande togyther, preſcience of God,
whom followeth neceſſity of things coming,
&amp; liberty of arbitrement, through which thou
beleeueſt many thyngs, to be without neceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſity.
Both theſe proporcions be ſoothe (qd. I)
and well mow ſtand togider, wherefore this
caſe as poſſible I admit. Truely (qd. ſhe)
and this caſe is impoſſible. How ſo (qd. I.)
For hereof (qd. ſhe) followeth and wexeth an
other impoſſible. Proue me that (qd. I.)
That I ſhall (qd. ſhe) for ſomething is com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ming
without neceſſity, and God wote that
toforne, for all thyng commyng he before
wote, and that he beforne wot of neceſſity
is commyng: as he beforne wot, be the caſe
by neceſſary maner then, or els thorowe ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſity,
is ſomething to be without neceſſity,
and whiderto euery wight that hath good vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtandyng,
is ſeene theſe things to be re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pugnaunt.
<pb n="525" facs="tcp:51487:282"/>
Preſcience of GOD, which that
followeth neceſſity, and liberty of arbitre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment,
fro which is remoued neceſſity, for tru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
it is neceſſary, that God haue forweting of
thing, withouten any neceſſity comming. Ye
(qd. I) but yet remeue ye not away fro mine
vnderſtanding, the neceſſity following Gods
before weting, as thus. GOD beforn wote
me in ſeruice of Loue, to be bounden to this
Margarite pearl, and therefore by neceſſity,
thus to loue am I bound, &amp; if I not had lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved,
through neceſſity had I been kept from
all loue deeds. Certes (qd. Loue) bicauſe this
matter is good &amp; neceſſary to declare, I think
herein well to abide, and not lightly to paſs.
Thou ſhalt not (qd. ſhe) ſay all only God be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forn
wote me to be a louer, or no louer, but
thus: GOD beforn wote me to be a louer,
without neceſſity. And ſo it followeth, whi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
thou loue, or not loue, euery of hem is &amp;
ſhal be. But now thou ſeeſt the impoſſibility
of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> caſe, and the poſſibility of thilk that thou
wendeſt had been impoſſible, wherfore the re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pugnance
is adnulled. Ye (qd. I) and yet do
ye not away the ſtrength of neceſſity, when it
is ſaid, though neceſſity it is me in loue to a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bide,
or not to loue without neceſſity, for God
beforn wote it. This maner of neceſſity for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſoth,
ſeemeth to ſome men into coaccion, that
is to ſain, conſtraining, or els prohibicion that
is defending, wherfore neceſſity is me to loue
of will. I vnderſtand me to be conſtrained, by
ſome priuy ſtrength, to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> will of louing, and
if no loue to be defended from the will of lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving,
and ſo through neceſſity me ſeemeth to
loue, for I loue, or els not to loue, if I not
loue, wherethrough neither thanke ne mau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gre,
in tho things may I deſerue.</p>
               <p>Now (qd. ſhe) thou ſhalt well vnderſtand
that often we ſain thing, through neceſſity,
to be that by no ſtrength, to be neither is co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>acted,
ne conſtrained, and thorow neceſſity
not to be, that with no defending is remo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved,
for we ſain, it is thorow neceſſity, GOD
to be immortal nought dedlich, and it is ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſity,
GOD to be rightful, but not that
any ſtrength of violent manner conſtraineth
him to be immortal, or defendeth him to be
vnrightful, for nothing may make him ded<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
or vnrightful. Right ſo if I ſay, through
neceſſity is thee to be a louer or els none, on<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
thorow will, as GOD beforn wete: it is
not to vnderſtand, that any thing defendeth
or forbit thee thy will, which ſhall not be, or
els conſtraineth it to be, which ſhall be: that
ſame thing forſooth God before wot, which he
beforne ſeeth, any thing commend of onely
will, that will neither is conſtrained ne de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fended
through any other thinge. And ſo
through liberty of arbitrement it is do, that
is done of will. And truly my good child, if
theſe things be well vnderſtand, I wene that
none inconuenient ſhalt thou find, between
Goddes forweting, and liberty of arbitre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment,
wherefore, I wote well they may ſtand
togider. Alſo farthermore, who that vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtanding
of Preſcience, properlich conſide<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reth,
through the ſame wiſe, that any thing
be afore wiſt, is ſaid for to be comming, it is
pronounced, there is nothing toforne wiſt,
but thing comming, fore wetting is but of
trouth, doubt may not be wiſt: wherefore,
when I ſey, that God toforn wot any thing,
through neceſſity is thilke thing to be com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ming,
all is one if I ſey, if it ſhall be, but this
neceſſity neither conſtraineth, ne defendeth
any thing to be, or not to be. Therefore ſooth<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
if loue is put to be, it is ſaid of neceſſity to
be, or els for it is put not to be, it is affirmed
not to be of neceſſity: not for that neceſſity
conſtraineth or defendeth, loue to be, or not
to be. For when I ſay, if loue ſhal be of neceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſity,
it ſhall be, here followeth neceſſity. The
thing toforn put, it is as much to ſay, as if it
were thus pronounced: y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thing ſhall be: none
other thing ſignifieth this neceſſity, but one<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
thus, that ſhall be, may not togider be, and
not be. Euenlich alſo it is ſooth, loue was,
and is, and ſhall be, not of neceſſity, and need
is to haue be all that was, and needfull is to
be all that is, and coming to all that ſhall be:
and it is not y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame to ſay, loue to be paſſed,
and loue paſſed to be paſſed, or loue preſent to
be preſent, and loue to be preſent; or els loue to
be comming, and loue comming to be com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ming:
* diuerſity in ſetting of words, maketh
diuerſity in vnderſtanding, altho in the ſame
ſentence they accorden of ſignification, right
as it is not all one: loue ſweet to be ſweet, and
loue to be ſweet: for much loue is bitter, and
ſorrowfull ere hearts been eaſed, and yet it
gladdeth thilke ſorrowfull hert on ſoch loue
to think. Forſooth (qd. I) otherwhile I haue
had mokell bliſſe in hert of loue, that ſtound<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mele
hath me ſorily annoied: and certes lady
for I ſee my ſelf thus knit, with this Marga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite
pearl, as by bond of your ſeruice, and of
no liberty of will, my heart will now not ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cord
this ſeruice to loue: I can deemin in my
ſelf none otherwiſe, but through neceſſity am
I conſtrained in this ſeruice to abide. But
alas then, if I through needfull compulſion,
maugre me be withhold, little thank for all
my great trauail haue I then deſerued. Now
(qd. this lady) I ſay as I ſaid: Me liketh
this matter to declare at the full, and why:
For many men haue had diuers fantaſies
and reaſons, both on one ſide thereof, &amp; in the
other. Of which right ſoon I trow, if thou
wilt vnderſtand, thou ſhalt con yeue the ſen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tence,
to the party more probable by reaſon,
and in ſooth knowing, by that I haue of this
matter maked an end. Certes (qd. I) of theſe
things, long haue I had great luſt to be lear<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned,
for yet I wene, Gods will and his preſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence
accordeth with my ſeruice, in louing of
this precious Margarite pearl. After whom
euer in my heart, with thurſting deſire wete
I doe bren, vnwaſting I langour and fade,
and the day of my deſteny, in death or in joy
I vnbide, but yet in the end I am comforted
be my ſuppoſail in bliſſe, and in joy to deter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mine
<pb n="526" facs="tcp:51487:283"/>
after my deſires. That thing (qd. Loue)
haſtely to thee neigh, God grant of his grace
and mercy, and this ſhall be my prayer, till
thou be likened in heart at thine own will.
But now to enform thee in this matter (qd.
this Lady) thou woſt where I left, that was
loue to be ſweet, and loue ſweet to be ſweet, is
not all one for to ſay: For a tree is not alway
by neceſſity white, ſometime ere it were
white it might haue be not white: &amp; after time
it is white, it may be not white: but a white
tree euermore needful is to be white: for nei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
toforn ne after it was white, might it be
togider white &amp; not white. Alſo loue by neceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſity
is not preſent, as now in thee, for ere it
were preſent, it might haue be, that it ſhould
now not haue be, &amp; yet it may be, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> it ſhall not
be preſent: but thy loue preſent, which to her
Margarite thee hath bound, needfull is to be
preſent. Truly ſome doing of action, not by ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſity,
is comming far toforn it be, it may
be that it ſhall not be coming: thing forſooth
coming, needful is to be coming, for it may
not be that comming ſhall not be comming.
And right as I haue ſaid of preſent and of fu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture
times, the ſame ſentence in ſoothneſſe is
of the preterit, that is to ſay, time paſſed, for
thing paſſed, muſt needs be paſſed, and ere it
were it might haue not be, wherfore it ſhould
not haue paſſed. Right ſo when loue coming
is ſaid of loue that is to come, needful is to
be that is ſaid, for thing coming neuer, is not
coming, and ſo oft the ſame thing, we ſain
of the ſame, as when we ſain euery man is a
man, or euery louer is a louer, ſo muſt it be
needs, in no way may he be man, and no man
togither. And if it be not by neceſſity, that is
to ſay, needfull all thing coming to be com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
then ſome thing coming is not com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
and that is impoſſible, right as theſe
terms needfull, neceſſity and neceſſary, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>token
and ſignifying needs to be, and it may
not otherwiſe be. Right theſe terms impoſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſible
ſignifieth, that thing is not, &amp; by no way
may it be then throgh pert neceſſity, al thing
coming is coming, but that is by neceſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
followeth with nothing to be conſtrained.
Lo when that coming is ſaid of thing, not
alway thing through neceſſity is, altho it be
coming. For if I ſay to morrow, loue is
coming in this Margarites heart, not ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
through neceſſity ſhall thilk loue be, yet
it may be y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it ſhall not be, altho it were com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing.
Neuer the later, ſometime it is ſooth,
that ſome thing be of neceſſity, that is ſaid
to come: and if I ſay to morrow by coming
the riſing of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Sun. If therefore with neceſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſity
I pronounce coming of thing to come,
in this maner loue to morn coming in thine
Margarite, to thee ward by neceſſity is com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ming,
or els the riſinge of the Sunne to
morne comming through neceſſity, is com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ming.
Loue ſoothly, which may not be of ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſity
alone following, through neceſſity co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ming
it is made certain. For future of future
is ſaid, that is to ſaine, coming of coming
is ſaid: as if to morrow coming, is through
neceſſity coming it is. Ariſing of the Sun
through two neceſſities in coming, it is to
vnderſtand, that one is to forgoing neceſſity,
which maketh thing to be, therefore it ſhall
be, for needful is that it be. Another is fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lowing
neceſſity, which nothing conſtraineth
to be, and ſo by neceſſity it is to come, why:
for it is to come.</p>
               <p>Now then, when we ſaine, that God be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forne
wote thing coming needfull, is to be
coming, yet therefore make we not in cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tain,
euermore thing to be through neceſſity
comming. Soothly thing comming may
not be, not coming by no way, for it is the
ſame ſentence of vnderſtanding: as if we ſay
thus, If God beforn wote any thing, need<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
is that to be coming. But yet therefore
followeth not the preſcience of God, thing
through neceſſity to be comming: for altho
God toforn wote all things coming, yet not
therefore he beforn wote euery thing coming
thorow neceſſity. Some things he beforne
wote, coming of free will, out of reaſonable
creature. Certes (qd. I) theſe terms, need and
neceſſity, haue a queint manner of vnderſtan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding,
they woulden dullen many mens wits.
Therefore (qd. ſhe) I woll hem openly declare,
and more clearly than I haue toforne, ere I
depart hence. Here of this matter (qd. ſhe)
thou ſhalt vnderſtand, that right as it is not
needful God to wiln y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he will, no more in ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
things is not needful a man to wiln that
he woll. And euer right as needful is to be,
what that God woll, right ſo to be it is need<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ful,
that man woll in tho things which that
God hath put into mans ſubjection of wil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ling:
as if a man woll loue, that he loue: and
if he ne woll loue, that he loue not: &amp; of ſuch
other things in mans diſpoſition. For why:
now then, that God woll, may not be, when
he woll the will of man thorow no neceſſity
to be conſtrained, or els defended for to wiln,
and he woll the effect to follow the will, then
is it needful will of man to be free, &amp; alſo to
be y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he woll. In this maner it is ſooth, that
thorow neceſſity is mans werke in louing,
that he woll do, altho he woll it not with ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſity.
(Qd. I then) how ſtant it in loue of
thilk will, ſithen men louen willing of free
choiſe in heart. Wherefore if it be thorow ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſſity,
I pray you Lady of an anſwer this
queſtion to aſſoil. I woll (qd. ſhe) anſwer thee
bliuely: right as men will not thorow neceſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
right ſo is not loue of will thorow neceſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty,
ne thorow neceſſity wrought thilk ſame
will, for if he would it not with good will, it
ſhould not haue been wrought, altho y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> he
doth it is needful to be done. But if a man
do ſin, it is nothing els but to will, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he ſhould
not: right ſo ſin of will is not to be manner
necſſary done, no more than will is neceſſary.
Neuer y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> later, this is ſooth, if a man woll ſin,
it is neceſſary him to ſin, but though thilk
neceſſity, nothing is conſtrained ne defended
in the will, right ſo thilk thing that free will
<pb n="527" facs="tcp:51487:283"/>
woll and may, and not may, not wiln, &amp; need<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
is that to wilne he may not wilne, but
thilke to wilne needfull is, for impoſſible to
him it is one thing, and the ſame to wiln, he
may not wiln, but thilk to wiln needful is:
for impoſſible to him it is one thing and the
ſame to wiln, and not to wiln.</p>
               <p>The werke forſooth of will, to whom it is
yeue, that it be that he hath in will, and that
he woll not, voluntary of ſpontany it is, for
by ſpontany will it is do, that is to ſay, with
good will, not conſtrained: then by will not
conſtrained, it is conſtrained to be, and that
is it may not together be. If this neceſſity
maketh liberty of will, which that aforn they
weren, they might haue been eſchued and
ſhunned: God then, which that knoweth all
truth, and nothing but truth, all theſe things,
as they arn ſpontany, or neceſſary ſight, and
as he ſeeth, ſo they ben: and ſo with theſe
things well conſidered, it is open at the full,
that without all manner repugnance, God
beforn wote all manner things ben done by
free will, which aforn they weren, might haue
been neuer they ſhould be, and yet been they
thorow a manner neceſſity, from free will
diſcendeth.</p>
               <p>Hereby may (qd. ſhe) lightly ben know, that
not all things to be is of neceſſity, though
God haue hem in his preſcience, for ſome
things to be, is of liberty of will: and to make
thee to haue full knowing of Gods beforne
weting, hear me (qd. ſhe) what I ſhall ſay.
Blithly lady (qd. I) me liſt this matter entire<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
to vnderſtand. Thou ſhalt (qd. ſhe) vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtand,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in heauen is Gods being, although
he be ouer all by power, yet there is abiding
of diuine perſon, in which heauen is euerlaſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
preſence, withouten any mouable time
there, fool haue I not ſaid toforn this, as time
hurteth, right ſo ayenward, time healeth and
rewardeth: * and a tree oft failed, is hold
more in deinty, when it fruit forth bringeth.</p>
               <p>A Marchaunt that for ones leſing in the
Sea, no more to auenture thinketh, he ſhall
neuer with auenture come to richeſs: ſo oft
muſt men on the Oke ſmite, till the happy
dent haue entred, which with the Okes own
ſway maketh it to come all at ones. So oft
falleth the lethy water on the hard rock, till
it haue through pierced it. The euen draught
of the Wier drawer maketh the wier to ben
euen, &amp; ſupple werching, and if he ſtinted in
his draught, the wier breaketh aſunder. Eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
tree well ſpringeth, when it is wel groun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded,
and not often remoued. What ſhall this
fruit be (qd. I) now it ginneth ripe? Grace (qd.
ſhe) in parfite joy to endure, and therewith
thou begon. Grace (qd. I) me thinketh, I
ſhould haue a reward for my long trauail? I
ſhall tell thee (qd. ſhe) retribution of thy good
wils, to haue of thy Margarite pearl, it bea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reth
not the name of mede, but only of good
grace, and that cometh not of thy deſert, but
of thy Margarites goodneſs and vertue a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lone.
(Quod I) ſhould all my long trauail
haue no reward, but through grace, &amp; ſome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>time
your ſeluen ſaid, rightwiſeneſs euen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lich
rewardeth to quite one benefit for ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther.
That is ſooth (qd. Loue) euer as I ſaid,
as to him that doth good, which to done, he
were neither holden, ne yet conſtrained. That
is ſooth (qd. I.) Truly (qd. ſhe) all that euer
thou doſt, thine Margarite pearl, of will, of
loue, and of reaſon, thou oweſt to done it, yet
is it nothing els but yeelding of thy debt, in
quiting of thy grace, which ſhe thee lent, when
ye firſt met. I wene (qd. I) right little grace
to me ſhe deliuered. Certes it was hard
grace, it hath nigh me aſtrangled. That it
was good grace, I wote well thou wilt it
graunt, ere thou depart hence. If any man
yeue to another wight, to whom that he
ought not, &amp; which that of himſelf nothing
may haue, a garment or a coat, tho he wear
the coat, or els thilk clothing, it is not to put
to him that was naked, the cauſe of his clo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing,
but only to him that was yeuer of the
garment. Wherfore I ſay, thou y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> were naked
of loue, and of thy ſelf none haue mightſt, it
is not to put to thine own perſon, ſithen thy
loue came through thy Margarite pearle,
Ergo ſhe was yeuer of the loue, although
thou it vſe, and there ſent ſhe thee grace, thy
ſeruice to begin. She is worthy the thank
of this grace, for ſhe was the yeuer.</p>
               <p>All the thoughts, buſie doings, and plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce
in thy might, and in thy words, that
thou canſt deuiſe, been but right little, in qui<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting
of thy debt: had ſhe not been, ſuch thing
had not been ſtudied. So all theſe matters
kindly drawn homeward to this Margarite
pearl, for from thence were they borrowed,
all is holly hers, to wit, the loue that thou
haueſt, and thus quiteſt thou thy debt, in that
thou ſtedfaſtly ſerueſt. And keep well that
loue, I thee rede, that of her thou haſt bor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rowed,
and vſe it in her ſeruice, thy debt to
quite, and then art thou able right ſoon to
haue grace, wherefore after mede, in none
halue maiſt thou look.</p>
               <p>Thus thy ginning and ending is but grace
alone, and in thy good deſeruing, thy debt
thou acquiteſt: without grace is nothing
worth, whatſoeuer thou werch. Thank thy
Margarite of her great grace, that hitherto
thee hath guided, and pray her of continu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ance
forth in thy werks hereafter, and that
for no miſhap thy grace ouerthwartly tourn.
Grace, glory, and joy, is comming through
good folks deſerts, and by getting of grace,
therein ſhullen end. And what is more glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry,
or more joy than wiſedom, and loue in
parfite charity, which God hath graunted
to all tho that well can deſerue. And with
that, this Lady all at ones ſtart into mine
heart: here woll I onbide (qd. ſhe) for euer,
and neuer woll I gone hence, and I woll
keep thee from medling, while me liſt here
onbide: thine entremeting manners into
ſtedfaſtneſſe ſhullen be chaunged.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="528" facs="tcp:51487:284"/>
SOberliche tho threwe I vp mine eyen,
and hugely tho was I aſtonied of this
ſuddain aduenture, and faine would I
haue learned howe vertues ſhoulden been
known, in which thinges I hope to God
hereafter ſhe ſhall me enformen, and name<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
ſithen her reſting place is now ſo nigh
at my will: and anone all theſe thinges
that this lady ſaid, I remembred me by
my ſelf, and reuolued the liues of mine
vnderſtanding wits.</p>
               <p>Tho found I fully all theſe matters per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fitely
there written, how miſſe rule by fained
loue both realms and citties hath gouerned
a great throw. How lightly me might the
faults eſpy, how rules in loue ſhould been
vſed, how ſometime with fained loue foul I
was beguiled, how I ſhould loue haue know,
and how I ſhall in loue with my ſeruice pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceed.</p>
               <p>Alſo furthermore, I found of perdurable let<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters,
wonderly there grauen, theſe matters,
which I ſhall nempne. Certes, none age, ne
other thing in yearth, may the leaſt ſillable of
this is no point deface, but clerely as the ſun
in mine vnderſtanding ſoul they ſhinen. This
may neuer out of my mind, how I may not
my loue keep, but through willing in heart:
wiln to loue may I not, but I louing haue.
Loue haue I none, but through grace of this
Margarite perl. It is no manner doubt, that
will woll not loue, but for it is louing, as will
woll not rightfully, but for it is rightfull it
ſelue. Alſo will is not louing, for he woll loue,
but he woll loue, for he is louing: it is all one
to will to be louing, and louings in poſſeſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on
to haue. Right ſo will woll not loue, for
of loue hath he no party, and yet I deny not
louing, will wiln more loue to haue, which
that he hath not, when he would more than he
hath, but I ſay he may no loue wiln, if he no
loue haue, through which thilk loue he ſhuld
wiln: but to haue this louing will, may no
man of himſelf, but onely through grace
toforn going: right ſo may no man it keep,
but by grace following. Conſider now euery
man aright, and let ſen if that any wight of
himſelf mowe this louing well get, and he
thereof firſt nothing haue: for if it ſhould of
himſelf ſpring, either it muſt be willing or not
willing. Willing by himſelf may he it not
haue, ſithen him faileth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> matter that ſhould
it forth bring, the matter him faileth: why?
He may thereof haue no knowing, till when
grace put it in his heart. Thus willing by
himſelf, may he it not haue, and not willing
may he it not haue. Parde euery conceit of
euery reaſonable creature, otherwiſe will not
grant: will in affirmatife with not willing
by no way mow accord. And although this
louing woll come in mine hert by freeneſſe of
arbitrement, as in this book fully is ſhewed,
yet owe I not therfore as much allow my free
will, as grace of that Margarite, to me lean<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
for neither might I without grace toforn
going, and afterward following, thilk grace
get ne keep, &amp; leſe ſhall I it neuer, but if free
will it make, as in willing otherwiſe than
grace hath me granted. For right as when
any perſon taketh, willing to be ſober, and
throweth that away, willing to be dronk, or
els taketh will of drinking out of meaſure:
which thing anone, as it is done, maketh
through his own guilt by free will, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> leſeth
his grace. In which thing therefore, vpon the
nobley of grace I mote truſten, and my buſie
cure ſet thilke grace to keep, that my free
will otherwiſe than by reaſon it ſhould werch,
cauſe not my grace to void: for thus muſt I
both look to free will and to grace. For right
as naturel vſage in engendering of children
may not ben without father, ne alſo but with
the mother, for neither father ne mother in
begetting may it lack: right ſo grace and free
will accorden, and without hem both maye
not louing, will in no party been getten. But
yet is not free will, in getting of that thing,
ſo mokell thank worthy as is grace, ne in the
keeping therof ſo much thank deſerueth, and
yet in getting and keeping both done they ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cord.
Truly oftentime grace, free will helpeth
in fordoing of contrary things, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> to willing
loue not accorden, and ſtrength will aduerſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties
to withſit, wherfore all together to grace
oweth to been accepted, that my willing de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerueth:
Free will to louing in this wiſe is ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corded.
I remember me well, how all this
booke (who ſo heed taketh) conſidereth all
things, to werchings of mankind euenly ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cordeth,
as in tourning of this word loue into
trouth, or els rightwiſeneſſe, whether y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> it like.
For what thing that falleth to man, in help<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
of free arbitrement, thilk rightwiſeneſſe
to take, or els to keep, through which a man
ſhall be ſaued, of which thing all this booke
mention hath maked, in euery point thereof,
grace oweth to be thanked.</p>
               <p>Wherefore I ſay, euery wight hauing this
rightwiſeneſſe, rightfull is, and yet therefore
I feel not in my conſcience, that to all right<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ful
is behoten y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> bliſſe euerlaſting, but to hem
that been rightful, withouten any vnright<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fulneſſe.
Some man after ſome degree may
rightfully ben accompted, as chaſt men in li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving,
and yet been they janglers, and full of
enuy preſſed: to hem ſhall this bliſſe neuer ben
deliuered. For right as very bliſſe is without
all maner need, right ſo to no man ſhall it be
yeuen, but to the rightful, void from all ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
vnrightfulneſſe found, ſo no man to her
bliſſe ſhall been followed, but he be rightful,
and with vnrightfulneſſe not bound, and in
that degree fully be know. This rightfulneſſe
in as much as in himſelf is, of none euil it is
cauſe, and of all manner goodneſſe truly it is
mother. This helpeth the ſpirit to withſit
the leude luſts of fleſhly liking: this ſtreng<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>theth
and mainteineth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> law of kind, and if
that otherwhile me weneth harm of this pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious
thing to follow, ther through is nothing
the cauſe, of ſomewhat els commeth it about,
who ſo taketh heed. By rightfulneſſe forſooth
<pb n="529" facs="tcp:51487:284"/>
werne many holye Saintes, good ſauour in
ſweetneſſe to God almighty, but that to
ſome folks they weren ſauour of death, into
deadly end, that come not of the ſaints right<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wiſeneſſe,
but of other wicked mens badneſſe
hath proceeded. Truly thilke will, which
that the Lady of Loue me learned, affection
of will to nempne, which is in willing of
profitable things, euill is not, but when to
fleſhly luſts it conſenteth, ayenſt reaſon of
ſoule: but that this thing more clearely be
vnderſtand, it is for to know whence and
how thilke will is ſo vicious and ſo readye
euill deeds to performe.</p>
               <p>Grace at the ginning ordained thilke will
in goodneſſe, euer to haue endured, and neuer
to badneſſe haue aſſented: men ſhould not
beleeue, that God thilk will maked to be vici<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous.
Our firſt father, as Adam and Eue, for
vicious appetites, and vicious will to ſuch
appetites conſenting, been not one thing in
kind, other thing is done for the other. And
how this will firſt into man firſt aſſented, I
hold it profitable to ſhew: but if the firſt con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dition
of reaſonable creature woll be conſide<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red
and apertly looked, lightly the cauſe of
ſuch will may been ſhewed. Intention of God
was, that rightfully and bleſſed ſhould reaſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nable
nature ben maked, himſelf for to keep,
but neither bliſfull ne rightfull might it not
be, withouten will in them both. Will of
rightfulneſſe is thilk ſame rightfulneſſe, as
heretoforn is ſhewed: but will of bliſſe is not
thilk bliſſe, for euery manne hath not thilke
bliſs, in whom the will thereof is abiding.
In this bliſs, after euery vnderſtanding, is
ſuffiſaunce of couenable commodities, with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
any manner need, whether it be bliſs of
Angels, or els thilk, that grace firſt in Pa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>radice
ſuffered Adam to haue. For although
Angels bliſs be more than Adams was in Pa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>radice,
yet may it not be denied, that Adam
in Paradice ne had ſuffiſaunce of bliſs: for
right as great heart is without all manner
of coldneſs, and yet may another hearte
more heat haue, right ſo nothing defended
Adam in Paradice to been bliſſed, without
all manner need.</p>
               <p>Although Angels bliſs be much more, for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſooth
it followeth not, laſs than another to
haue therefore him needeth, but for to want a
thing, which that behoueth to been had, that
may need been cleaped, and that was not in
Adam, at the firſt ginning: God and the Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>garite
weten what I mean. Forſooth where
as is need, there is wretchedneſs: God with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
cauſe toforn going, made not reaſonable
creature wretched, for him to vnderſtand and
loue, had he firſt maked. God made therefore
man bliſſed, without all manner indigence,
togither and at ones tooke reaſonable crea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tures
bliſs, and of will of bliſſedneſs, and
will of rightfulneſs, which is rightfulneſs it
ſelue, and liberty of arbitrement, that is free
will, with which thilke rightfulneſs may he
keep and leſe. So and in that wiſe ordained
thilke two, that will, which that inſtrument
is cleaped, as heretoforn mention is maked,
ſhould vſe thilk rightfulneſſe, by teaching of
his ſoul to good manner of gouernaunce, in
thought and in words, and that it ſhould vſe
the bliſſe in obedient manner, withouten any
incommodity. Bliſſe forſooth into mans pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fit,
and rightwiſeneſſe into his worſhip, God
deliuered at ones: but rightfulnes ſo was ye<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven,
that man might it leſe, which if he not
loſt had not, but continuelly haue it kept, he
ſhould haue deſerued the aduancement into
the fellowſhip of Angels, in which thing, if
he that loſt, neuer by himſelf forward ſhould
he it mow ayenward recouer: and as well
the bliſſe that he was in, as Angels bliſſe,
that to himwards was comming, ſhould be
nome at ones, and he depriued of them both.
And thus fill man vnto likeneſſe of vnreaſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nable
beaſts, and with hem to corruption and
vnluſts appetites was he vnder throwen, but
yet will of bliſſe dwelleth, that by indigence
of good, which that he loſt through great
wretchednes, by right ſhould he ben puniſhed.
And thus for he weiued rightfulnes, loſt hath
he his bliſſe: but fail of his deſire in his own
commodity may he not, and were commodi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties
to his reaſonable nature, which he hath
loſt may he not haue. To falſe luſts, which
been beſtial appetites, he is tourned: folly of
vnconning hath him beguiled, in wening that
thilk been the commodities that owen to ben
deſired. This affection of will by liberty of
arbitrement, is enduced to wiln thus thing
that he ſhould not, and ſo is will not maked e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vil,
but vnrightful, by abſence of rightfulnes,
which thing by reaſon euer ſhould he haue.
And freenes of arbitrement may he not wiln,
when he it not haueth, for while he it had,
thilke help it not to keepe: ſo that without
grace may it not ben recouered. Will of com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>modity,
in as much as vnrightfull it is ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ked,
by willing of euil luſts, willing of good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe
may he not wiln, for will of inſtrument
to affection of will, is thralled, ſithen that o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
thing may not it wiln, for will of inſtru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
to affection deſireth, and yet been both
they will cleaped: for that inſtrument woll,
through affection it wilneth, and affection de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſireth
thilk thing, whereto inſtrument him
leadeth. And ſo free will to vnluſty affection
full ſeruant is maked, for vnrightfulnes may
he not releeue, and without rightfulnes full
freedom may it neuer haue. For kindly liber<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
of arbitrement without it, vein and idle is
forſooth. Wherefore yet I ſay, as often haue
I ſaid y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame, * When inſtrument of will loſt
hath rightfulnes, in no manner but by grace
may he ayen retourn rightfulneſſe to wiln.
For ſithen nothing but rightfulneſſe alone
ſhould he wiln, what y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> euer he wilneth with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
rightfulneſſe, vnrightfully he it wilneth.
Theſe then vnrightful appetites and vnthrif<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
luſts which the flies deſireth, in as mokel
as they ben in kind, ben they not bad, but they
ben <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nrightf<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>l and bad, for they ben in reaſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nable
<pb n="530" facs="tcp:51487:285"/>
creature, where as they being in no
way ſhould been ſuffred. In vnreaſonable
beaſts neither ben they euil, ne vnrightfull,
for there is their kind being.</p>
               <p>KNowne may it well ben now, of theſe
thinges toforne declared, that man
hath not alway thilke rightfulneſſe, which
by duty of right euermore hauen he ſhould,
and by no waye by himſelfe may he it get
ne keepe, and after he it hath, if he it leſe,
recouer ſhall he it neuer, without eſpeciall
grace: wherefore the commune ſentence
of the people in opinion, that euery thing
after deſtiny is ruled, falſe &amp; wicked is to be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leue:
For tho predeſtination be as well of
good as of bad, ſithen that it is ſaid God had<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſt
made, which he neuer ne wrought, but for
he ſuffereth hem to be maked, as that he har<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
when he nought miſſayeth, or led into
temptation, when he not deliuereth, wherfore
it is none inconuenient, if in that maner be
ſaid, God toforn haue deſtenied both bad, and
her bad werks, when hem ne their euil deeds
neither amendeth, ne thereto hem grace le<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veth.
But ſpeciallich predeſtination of good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,
alone is ſaid by theſe great clerks, for
in him God doth that they been, and that
is goodneſſe they werchen. But the negatife
hereof in badneſſe is holden, as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> lady of loue
hath me learned, who ſo aright in this book
looketh. And vtterly it is to weren, that pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deſtination
properly in God may not been
demed, no more than befornweting. For in
the chapitre of Gods befornweting, as loue
me rehearſed, all theſe matters apertly may
been founden. * All things to God ben now
togither and in preſence during. Truly pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſence
and predeſtination in nothing diſaccor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den,
wherefore as I was learned, how Gods
before weting and free choice of will mowe
ſtonden together, me thinketh the ſame rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon
me leadeth, that deſtiny and free will ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>corden,
ſo that neither of hem both to other in
nothing contrarieth. And reaſonablich may
it not been deemed, as often as any thing fal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth
free will werching, as if a man another
man wrongfully annoyeth, wherefore he him
ſleeth, that it be conſtrained to that end, as
mokel folk crieth and ſaith: Lo, as it was
deſtenied of God toforn know, ſo it is tho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
neceſſity fall, and otherwiſe might it not
betide. Truely neither he that the wrong
wrought, ne he that himſelf venged, none of
thilk things through neceſſity wrought: for
if that with free will there had it not willed,
neither had wrought that he perfourmed:
and ſo vtterly grace that free will in goodnes
bringeth and keepet<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> and fro badnes it tour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth,
in all thinge moſt thanke deſerueth.
This grace maketh ſentence in vertue to a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bide,
wherfore in body and in ſoul of full plen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
of conning, after their good deſeruing in
the euerlaſting joy, after y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> day of dome ſhull
they endleſſe dwell, &amp; they ſhull ben learned,
that in kingdom with ſo mokell affect of loue
and of grace, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> the leaſt joy ſhall of the grea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teſt
in glory rejoyce &amp; been gladded, as if he
the ſame joy had. What wonder ſith God is
the greateſt loue, and thee ne ought to look
things with reaſoning to proue, and ſo is
inſtrument of will, will: and yet varieth he
from effect and vſing both. Affection of will
alſo for will is cleaped, but it varieth from in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrument
in this manner wiſe, by that name,
lich when it commeth into mind, anon right
it is in willing deſired, &amp; the negatife there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>of
with willing may not accord: this is clo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed
in hert, though vſage &amp; inſtrument ſlepe.
This ſleepeth, when inſtrument and vs wa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ken:
and of ſuch manner affection truly, ſome
man hath more, and ſome man leſſe. Certes,
trew louers wenen euer thereof too little to
haue. Falſe louers in little wenen haue right
mokel. Lo inſtrument of will in falſe &amp; true
both euenlich is proportioned, but affection
is more in ſome place than in ſome, becauſe
of goodneſſe that followeth, and that I think
hereafter to declare. Vſe of this inſtrument
is will, but it taketh his name, when wilned
thing is in doing. But vtterly grace to catch
in thy bliſſe, deſired to been rewarded. Thou
muſt haue then affection of will at y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> full, and
vſe when his time asketh, wiſely to been go<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>verned.
Soothly my diſciple, without feruent
affection of wil may no man been ſaued: this
affection of good ſeruice in good loue, may not
been grounded, without feruent deſire to the
thing in will coueited. But he that neuer
retcheth to haue, or not to haue, affection of
will in that hath no reſting place. Why? for
when thing cometh to mind, and it be not
taken in heed to commin or not come, ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
in that place affection faileth: &amp; for thilk
affection is ſo little, thorow which in goodnes
he ſhould come to his grace, the littlenes wil
it not ſuffer to a<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ail by no way into his helps:
Certes grace &amp; reaſon thilk affection follow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth.
This affection with reaſon knit, dureth
in euerich true heart, and euermore is en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creaſing,
no feardneſſe, no ſtrength may it re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>moue,
while truth in heart abideth. Soothly
when falſhede ginneth entre, truth draweth
away grace and joy both, but then thilk fal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhed
that truth hath thus voided, hath vnknit
the bond of vnder ſtanding reaſon, between
will &amp; the hert. And who ſo that bond vndoth,
&amp; vnknitteth will to be in other purpoſe than
to the firſt accord, knitteth him with contrary
of reaſon, and that is vnreaſon. Lo then, will
and vnreaſon bringeth a man from the bliſſe
of grace, which thing of pure kind, euery man
ought to ſhun and to eſchew, and to the knot
of will and reaſon confirm. Me thinketh (qd.
ſhe) by thy ſtudient looks, thou weneſt in theſe
words me to contrarien from other ſayings
heretoforn in other place, as when thou were
ſometime in affection of will, to things that
now han brought thee in diſeaſe, which I
haue thee counſailed to void, &amp; thine hert diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>couer,
and there I made thy wil to ben chan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged,
which now thou weneſt I argue to with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hold
<pb n="531" facs="tcp:51487:285"/>
&amp; to keepe. Shortly I ſay, that reuers in
theſe words may not ben found: for though
dronkennes be forboden, men ſhul not alway
ben drinkeleſſe. I trow right for thou thy will
out of reaſon ſhould not tourn, thy will in one
reaſon ſhould not vnbind, I ſay thy will in thy
firſt purpoſe with unreaſon was cloſed: Con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrue
forth of the remnaunt what thee good li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth.
Truly that will and reaſon ſhould bee
knit together, was free will of reaſon, after
time thine hearte is aſſentaunt to them both,
thou might not chaunge, but if thou from
rule of reaſon vary, in whych variaunce to
come to thilke bliſſe deſired, contrariouſly
thou wercheſt: and nothing may know will
and reaſon but loue alone. Then if thou
void loue, then weueſt the bond that knit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth,
and ſo needs or els right lightly, that
other gonne a ſondry, wherefore thou ſeeſt a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pertly,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> loue holdeth this knot, &amp; amaiſtreth
hem to be bound. Theſe things, as a ring, in
circuit of wreth ben knit in thy ſoule with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
departing. Ah let be, let be (qd. I) it need<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
not of this no reherſail to make, my ſoul
is yet in parfit blyſs, in thinking of y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knot.</p>
               <p>NOw truly lady, I haue my ground well
vnderſtonde, but what thing is thilke
ſpire y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> into a tree ſhuld wexe: Expoune me
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thyng, what ye thereof mean. That ſhall
I (qd. ſhe) blithly, &amp; take good heed to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> words
I thee rede. Continuaunce in thy good ſer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vice,
by long proceſſe of time in full hope abi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding,
without any change to wilne in thine
heart: this is y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſpire, whych if it be well kept
and gouerned, ſhal ſo hugely ſpring, till the
fruit of grace is plenteouſly out ſprongen:
For although thy will be good, yet may not
therfore thilk bliſſe deſired, haſtely on thee diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cenden,
it muſt abide his ſeſonable time. And
ſo by proceſſe of growing, with thy good tra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vail,
it ſhall into more and more wex, till it be
found ſo mighty, that winds of euil ſpeech, ne
ſcornes of enuy make nat the trauail ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>throw,
ne froſts of miſtruſt, ne hailes of jelou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſie
right little might haue in harming of ſuch
ſprings. Euery yong ſetling lightly with ſmal
ſtorms is apeired, but when it is woxen ſom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dele
in greatneſſe, then han great blaſtes and
weathers but little might, any diſauantage
to hem for to werch. Mine owne ſoueraigne
lady (qd. I) &amp; welth of mine hert, &amp; it were lik<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
vnto your noble grace, therethrough nat
to be diſpleaſed, I ſuppoſe ye erren, now ye
maken jelouſie envy, &amp; diſtourbour to hem y<hi rend="sup">t</hi>
ben your ſeruaunts. I haue learned oft toforn
this time, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in euery louers hert great plenty
of jelouſies greeues ben ſow, wherefore me
thinketh ye ne ought in no manner accompt
thilk thing among theſe other welked winers
&amp; venomous ſerpents, as enuy, miſtruſt, &amp; euil
ſpeech. O fool (qd. ſhe) miſtruſt with foly, with
euil wil medled, engendreth y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> welked padde.
Truly if they were deſtroyed, jelouſie vndone
were for euer, &amp; yet ſome manner of jelouſie
I wot well is euer redy in all the hearts of
my trew ſeruaunts, as thus: to be jealous
ouer himſelf, leaſt he be cauſe of his own di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeaſe.
This jealouſie in full thought euer
ſhould be kept for ferdneſſe to leſe his loue by
miskeping thorow his own doing in leudnes,
or els thus: Leaſt ſhe that thou ſerueſt ſo fer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uently,
is beſet there her better liketh, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> of all
thy good ſeruice ſhe counteth nat a creſſe.
Theſe jealouſies in heart for acceptable qua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lities
ben deemed: theſe oughten euery true
louer by kindly euermore hauen in his mind,
till fully y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> grace and bliſſe of my ſeruice be
on him diſcended at will. And he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> then jelou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſie
catcheth, or els by wening of his own foo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>liſh
wilfulneſs miſtruſteth, truly with fantaſie
of venime he is foule beguiled. Euil wil hath
grounded thilk matter of ſorrow in his leud
ſoul, &amp; yet nat for then to euery wight ſhuld
me not truſt, ne euery wight ſhould me not
truſt, ne euery wightfully misbeleeue y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> mean
of theſe things owen to be vſed. * Soothly,
withouten cauſeful euidence, miſtruſt in jea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>louſie
ſhould not be wened in no wiſe perſon
commonly, ſuch leud wickednes ſhould me
nat find. * He y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is wiſe, &amp; with euil will nat
be acomered, can abide wel his time, til grace
&amp; bliſs of his ſeruice following haue him ſo
mokel eaſed, as his abiding tofore hand hath
him diſeaſed. Certes lady (qd. I tho) of no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing
me wondreth, ſithen thilk bliſs ſo preci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
is &amp; kindly good &amp; well is, and worthy in
kind, when it is medled with loue &amp; reaſon, as
ye toforn haue declared. Why, anon as hie
one is ſprong, why ſpringeth not y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> tother? &amp;
anone as y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> one commeth, why receiueth not
y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> other? For euery thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is out of his kindly
place, by full appetite, euer commeth thider<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward
kindly to draw, &amp; his kindly being there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
him conſtraineth. And y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> kindly ſtede of
this bliſs, is in ſuch will medled to vnbide, &amp;
needs in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it ſhould haue his kindely being.
Wherfore me thinketh anon as y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wil to be
ſhewed, &amp; kind him profereth, thilk bliſs ſhuld
him hie thilk will to receiue, or els kind of
goodnes worchen not in hem as they ſhuld.
Lo, be the ſun neuer ſo ferre, euer it hath his
kind werching in earth: great weight on hye
on loft caried, ſtinteth neuer till it come to
this reſting place. Waters to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſeaward euer
ben they drawing: thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is light, blithely
will not ſink, but euer aſcendeth, and upward
draweth. Thus kind in euery thing his kindly
courſe &amp; his being place ſheweth: Wherfore
be kind on this good will, anone as it were
ſprong, this bliſſe ſhould thereon diſcend, her
kind would they dwelleden togider, &amp; ſo haue
ye ſaid your ſelf. Certes (qd. ſhe) thine heart
ſitteth wonder ſore this bliſs for to haue, thine
heart is ſore agreeued y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> it tarrieth ſo long,
and if thou durſteſt, as me thinketh by thine
words, this bliſſe wouldeſt thou blame. But
yet I ſay, thilke bliſſe is kindly good, and his
kindly place in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> will to vnbide. Neuer y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter,
there comming togider after kinds ordi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce
nat ſodainly may betide, it muſt abide
time, as kind yeueth him leue, for if a man, as
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this will medled gon him ſhew, and thilke
bliſſe in haſt folowed, ſo lightly coming ſhould
lightly cauſe going, long time of thruſting
cauſeth drink to be the more delicious when
it is ataſted. How is it (qd. I then) that ſo ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
bliſſes ſee I all day at mine eye, in the firſt
moment of a ſight with ſuch will accord. Yea,
and yet other while with will aſſenteth, ſingu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>larly
by himſelf there reaſon faileth, trauail
was none, ſeruice had no time. This is a
queint manner thing, how ſuch doing com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
about. O (qd. ſhe) that is thus, the earth
kindely after ſeaſons and times of the year,
bringeth forth innumerable herbs and trees
both profitable and other, but ſuch as men
might leaue tho they were nought in nouriſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
to mans kind ſeruen, or els ſuch as tour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nen
ſoone vnto mens confuſion, in eaſe that
thereof they ataſt, commen foorth out of the
earth by their own kind, withouten any mans
cure or any buſineſſe in traueil: &amp; thilk herbs
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> to mens liuelode neceſſarily ſeruen with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out,
which goodly in this life creatures mow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>en
not enduren, &amp; moſt ben nouriſhen to man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kind,
without great trauail, great tilth, and
long abiding time, commen not out of the
earth, and it with ſeed toforn ordained ſuch
herbs to make ſpring &amp; forth grow. Right ſo
the parfit bliſſe, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> we haue in meaning of du<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ring
time to abide, may nat come ſo lightly,
but with great traueile and right buſie tilth,
and yet good ſeed to be ſow, for oft the crop
faileth of bad ſeed, be it neuer ſo well trauei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led.
And thilk bliſſe thou ſpoke of ſo lightly in
comming, truly is nat neceſſary ne abiding:
and but it the better be ſtamped, and the ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nomous
jeuſe out wrongen, it is likely to en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poyſonen
all tho that thereof taſten. Certes,
right bitter been the herbs that ſhewen firſt
the year of her own kind. Well the more is
the harueſt, that yeeldeſt many grains, tho
long and ſore it hath been trauailed. What
woldeſt thou demen, if a man wold yeue three
quarters of nobles of gold, that were a preci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous
gift? Ye certes (qd. I.) And what (qd. ſhe)
three quarters full of pearls? Certes (qd. I)
that were a rich gift. And what (qd. ſhe) of as
mokell azure? (Qd. I) a precious gift at full.
Were not (qd. ſhe) a noble gift of all theſe at
ones? In good faith (qd. I) for wanting of En<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gliſh,
naming of ſo noble a word, I cannot for
preciouſneſſe yeue it a name: Rightfully (qd.
ſhe) haſt thou deemed, &amp; yet loue knit in ver<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tue,
paſſeth al y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> gold in this earth. Good will
accordant to reaſon, with no manner proper<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
may be counteruailed, all the azure in the
world is not to account in reſpect of reaſon,
loue that with good wil and reaſon accordeth,
with none earthly riches may not ben amen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded.
This yeft haſt thou yeuen I know it my
ſelf, and thy Margarite thilke gift hath re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiued,
in which thing to reward ſhe hath her
ſelf bound. But thy gift, as I ſaid, by no ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
riches may be amended, wherefore with
thing that may nat be amended, thou ſhalt of
thy Margarites rightwiſeneſſe be rewarded.
Right ſuffred yet neuer, but euery good deed
ſometime to be yold. All would thy Marga<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite
with no reward thee quite. Right that
neuer more dieth, thy mede in merite woll
puruey. Certes, ſuch ſuddain bliſſe as thou
firſt nempneſt, right will hem reward, as the
well is worthy, and tho at thine eye it ſeemeth
the reward the deſert to paſſe, right can after
ſend ſuch bitterneſſe euenly it to reward: ſo
the ſuddain bliſſe by always of reſon in great
goodneſſe may not be accompted, but bliſſe
long, both long it abideth, and endleſſe it woll
laſt. See why thy wil is endles, for if thou lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vedſt
euer, thy will is euer there tabide, and
neuer more to change: euen head of reward
muſt ben done by right: then muſt needs thy
grace and this bliſſe endleſſe in joy to vnbide.
Euenlich diſeaſe asketh euenlich joy, which
haſtly thou ſhalt haue. A (qd. I) it ſufficeth not
then alone good will, be it neuer ſo well with
reaſon medled, but if it be in good ſeruice long
trauailed. And ſo through ſeruice ſhould men
come to the joy, and this me thinketh ſhould
be the wexing tree, of which ye firſt meued.</p>
               <p>VEry trouth (qd. ſhe) haſt thou now con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceiued
of theſe things in thine heart,
haſtely ſhalt thou bee able verye joye and
parfite bliſſe to receiue. And now I wote
well thou deſireſt to knowe the manner
of braunches, that out of the tree ſhould
ſpring. Thereof lady (qd. I) heartely I
you pray: For then leue I woll, that right
ſoone after I ſhall ataſte of the fruite that
I ſo longe haue deſired. Thou haſte hearde
(qd. ſhe) in w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wiſe this tree toforn this haue
I declared, as in ground &amp; in ſtock of wexing.
Firſt y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ground ſhould be thy free will full in
thine heart, and the ſtock (as I ſaid) ſhould be
continuance in good ſeruice, by long time in
trauail, till it were in greatneſſe right well
woxen. And when this tree ſuch greatneſſe
hath caught, as I haue reherſed, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> branches
then y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fruit ſhould foorth bring, ſpeech muſt
they be needs in voice of prayer, in complai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning
wiſe vſed. Out alas (qd. I tha) he is ſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rowfully
wounded, that hideth his ſpeech, and
ſpareth his complaints to make, what ſhall
I ſpeke that care: but pain euen like to hell,
ſore hath me aſſailed, and ſo ferforth in pain
me throng, that I leue my tree is ſer, &amp; neuer
ſhall it fruit forth bring.* Certes, he is great<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
eaſed, that dare his preuy mone diſcouer to
a true fellow, that conning hath and might,
wherethrough his pleint in any thing may be
amended. And mokel more is he joied, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> with
heart of hardines dare complain to his lady,
what cares that he ſuffreth, by hope of mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cy
with grace to be auanced. Truly I ſay for
me, ſith I came this Margarite to ſerue, durſt
I neuer me diſcouer of no manner diſeaſe, &amp;
well the later hath mine heart hardied ſuch
things to done, for the great bounties &amp; wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy
refreſhments that ſhe of her grace goodly,
without any deſert on my halue oft hath me
rekened, and nere her goodneſſe the more with
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grace and with mercy medled, which paſſen
all deſerts, trauels, &amp; ſeruings, that I in any
degree might endite, I would wene I ſhould
be without recouer in getting of this bliſſe
for euer. Thus haue I ſtilled my diſeaſe, thus
haue I couered my care, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I bren in ſorrow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full
annoy, as gledes and coals waſten a fire
vnder dead aſhen. Well the hoter is the fire,
that with aſhen is ouerlein: right long this
wo haue I ſuffred. Lo (qd. Loue) how thou fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reſt:
me thinketh the palſie euil hath acome<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red
thy wits, as faſt as thou higheſt forward,
anon ſuddainly backward thou moueſt. Shal
nat yet all thy leaudneſſe out of thy brains?
Dull ben thy skilful vnderſtandings, thy wil
hath thy wit ſo amaiſtred. Woſt thou not
well (qd. ſhe) but euery tree in his ſeaſonable
time of bourioning, ſhew his blomes fro
within, in ſign of w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> fruit ſhould out of him
ſpring, els y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> fruit for y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> year men halt deliue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red,
be y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ground neuer ſo good. And tho the
ſtock be mighty at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> full, &amp; the branches ſeer,
&amp; no burions ſhew, &amp; Farewel the gardiner,
he may pipe with an yuy leaf, his fruit is fai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led.
Wherfore thy branches muſt burionen in
preſence of thy lady, if thou deſire any fruit of
thy ladies grace, but beware of thy life, that
thou no wo delay vſe, as in asking of things
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtretchen into ſhame, for then might thou
not ſpeed by no way y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I can eſpy. * Vertue
woll not ſuffer villanye out of himſelfe to
ſpring. Thy words may not be queint, ne of
ſubtel manner vnderſtanding. Freel witted
people ſuppoſen in ſuch poeſies to be beguil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
in open vnderſtanding muſt euery word be
vſed. * Voice w<hi rend="sup">th</hi>out clere vnderſtanding of
ſentence, ſaith Ariſtotle, right nought print<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
in hert. Thy words then to abide in hert,
&amp; cleane in full ſentence of true mening, plat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
muſt thou ſhew, &amp; euer be obedient her heſts
&amp; her wils to perform, &amp; be thou ſet in ſuch a
wit to wete by a look euermore w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe mean<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth.
And he y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> liſt nat to ſpeak, but ſtilly his di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeaſe
ſuffer, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> wonder is it tho he neuer come
to his bliſſe? * Who y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> trauaileth vnwiſt, and
coueiteth thing vnknow, vnweting he ſhall
be quited, and with vnknow thing rewarded.
Good lady (qd. I then) it hath oft be ſeen, that
weathers and ſtorms ſo hugely haue fall in
burioning time, &amp; by pert dureſſe han beaten
off the ſprings ſo clean, wherethrough y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fruit
of thilk year hath failed. It is a great grace
when burions han good wethers, their fruits
foorth to bring. Alas then after ſuch ſtorms
how hard is it to auoid, till eft wedring and
years han maked her circuit cours all about,
ere any fruit be able to be taſted, he is ſhent
for ſhame, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> foul is rebuked of his ſpeech. He
that is in fire brenning, ſore ſmarteth for diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eaſe,
Him thinketh full long er y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> water come
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhould y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fire quench. * While men gon af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
a leche, the body is buried. Lo how ſeemly
this fruit wexeth, me thinketh y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> of tho fruits
may no man ataſt, for pure bitterneſſe in fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vor.
In this wiſe both fruit &amp; y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> tree waſten
away togider, tho mokell buſie occupation
haue be ſpent to bring it ſo fer forth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> it was
able to ſpring. A litle ſpeech hath maked, that
all this labour is in idle. I not (qd. ſhe) wherof
it ſerueth thy queſtion to aſſoil, me thinketh
thee now duller in wits, than when I with
thee firſt met, although a man be leaud, com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>monly
for a fool he is not demed, but if he no
good woll learn: ſots and fools let lightly out
of mind the good that men teacheth hem. I
ſaid therfore thy ſtock muſt be ſtrong, and in
greatnes well herted, the tree is full feble, that
at the firſt dent faileth: and although fruit
faileth one yere or two, yet ſhall ſuch a ſeaſon
come one time or other, that ſhall bring out
fruit that is nothing preterit, ne paſſed there
is nothing future ne coming, but all things
togider in y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> place been preſent euerlaſting
without any meuing, wherefore to God all
thing is as now: and though a thing be nat
in kindly nature of things as yet, and if it
ſhould be hereafter, yet euermore we ſhull ſay
God it maketh be time preſent, &amp; now for no
future ne preterit in him may be found.
Wherefore his weting &amp; his before weting, is
all one in vnderſtanding. Then if weting &amp;
before weting of God putteth in neceſſity to
all things which he wote or before wote ne
thing after eternity, or els after any time he
woll or doth of liberty, but all of neceſſity,
which thing if thou wene it be ayenſt reaſon,
nat thorow neceſſity, to be or nat to be, all
thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God wote or before wote, to be or nat
to be, &amp; yet nothing defendeth any thing to
be wiſt, or to be before wiſt of him in our wils
or our doings to be done, or els coming to be
for free arbitrement. When thou haſt theſe
declarations well vnderſtand, then ſhalt thou
find it reaſonable at proue, &amp; y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> many things
be nat thorow neceſſity, but thorow liberty of
will, ſaue neceſſity of free will, as I tofore
ſaid: &amp; as me thinketh all vtterly declared.
Me thinketh lady (qd. I) ſo I ſhould you nat
diſpleaſe, &amp; euermore your reuerence to keep,
y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> theſe things contrarien in any vnderſtand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
for ye ſain ſometime is thorow liberty of
will, &amp; alſo thorow neceſſity: of this haue I yet
no ſauour, without better declaration. What
wonder (qd. ſhe) is there in theſe things, ſithen
all day thou ſhalt ſee at thine eye, in many
things receiuen in hemſelf reuers, thorow
diuers reaſons, as thus. I pray thee qd. ſhe)
which things ben more reuers than commen
&amp; gone: For if I bid thee come to me, &amp; thou
come, after when I bid thee go, and thou go,
thou reuerſeſt fro thy firſt coming. That is
ſoth (qd. I:) And yet (qd. ſhe) in thy firſt alone by
diuers reaſon was full reuerſing to vnder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtand.
As how (qd. I) That ſhall I ſhew thee
(qd. ſhe) by enſample of things y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> haue kindly
mouing. Is there any thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> meueth more
kindly than doth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> heuens eie, which I clepe
the Sun. Soothly (qd. I) me ſemeth it moſt
kindly to moue. Thou ſaiſt ſoth (qd. ſhe.) Then
if thou look to the Sun, in what part he be
vnder heauen, euermore be heigheth him in
mouing fro thilk place, and heigheth meuing
<pb n="534" facs="tcp:51487:287"/>
toward thilk ſame place, to thilk place from
which he goth, he heigheth comming, &amp; with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
any ceaſing to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> place he heigheth, from
which he is chaunged and withdraw. But
now in theſe things, after diuerſity of reaſon,
reuers in one thing may be ſey without re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pugnaunce.
Wherfore in y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſame wiſe, with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
any repugnaunce by my reaſons tofore
maked, all is one to beleeue, ſomethyng to be
thorow neceſſity comming, for it is comming,
&amp; yet with no neceſſity conſtrayned to be com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ming,
but with neceſſity y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> commeth out of
free will, as I haue ſaid. Tho liſt me a little to
ſpeak, &amp; gan ſtint my pen of my writing, &amp;
ſaid in this wiſe. Truly lady, as me thinketh,
I can alleadge authorities great y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> contra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rien
your ſayings. Iob ſayeth of mans per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon,
Thou haſt put his tearm, which thou
might nat paſſe. Then ſay I y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> no man may
ſhort ne length y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> day, ordayned of his doyng,
altho ſomtime to vs it ſemeth ſome man to
do a thyng of free will, wherethrough his
death he henteth. Nay forſooth (qd. ſhe) it is
nothing ayenſt my ſaying, for God is nat be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guiled,
ne he ſeeth nothing wheder it ſhal come
of liberty or els of neceſſity, yet it is ſaid to be
ordained at God immouable, which at man,
or it be done, may be chaunged. Such thing
alſo is, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Poul y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Apoſtle ſayeth of hem y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> to<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forne
werne purpoſed to be Saints, as thus,
whych that God before wiſt, &amp; hath predeſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned,
conformes of images of his ſon that he
ſhould been y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> firſt begeten, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is to ſay, here
amongs many brethren, &amp; whom he hath pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deſtined,
him he hath cleaped, &amp; whom he hath
cleaped, hem he hath juſtified, &amp; whom he hath
juſtified, hem he hath magnified. This pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſe,
after which they been cleped Saints,
or holy in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> euerlaſting preſent, where is nei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
time paſſed, ne time commyng, but euer
it is onely preſent, and now as mokell a mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment,
as ſeuen thouſand Winter, &amp; ſo ayen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward,
withouten any meuing, is nothing
liche temporel preſence, for thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> there is
euer preſent. Yet emongs you men, ere it be
in your preſence, it is moouable through liber<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
of arbitrement. And right as in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> euerlaſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
preſent, no manner thyng was, ne ſhal be,
but only is, and now here in your temporell
tyme ſomethyng was, &amp; is, &amp; ſhall be, but mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uing
ſtounds, &amp; in this is no maner repug<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naunce.
Right ſo in the euerlaſting preſence,
nothing may be chaunged: and in your tem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>porell
time, otherwhile it is prooued mouable
by liberty of will, or it be do, withouten any
inconuenience thereof to follow. In your
temporell time is no ſuch preſence, as in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther,
for your preſent is done, when paſſed &amp;
to come ginnen entre, which times here a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mongs
you, euerich eaſily followeth other, but
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> preſent euerlaſting dureth in one head, with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>outen
any imaginable changing, and euer is
preſent &amp; now. Truly the courſe of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> planets,
and ouerwhelmings of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Sun in dayes and
nights, with a new ginning of his circuit af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
it is ended, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is to ſayn, one yere to follow
another. Theſe maken your tranſitory times,
with chaunging of liues, &amp; mutation of peo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple.
But right as your temporell preſence co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ueiteth
euery place, &amp; all things in euery of
your times be contained, &amp; as now both ſey
&amp; wiſt to Gods very knowing. Then (qd. I)
me wondreth why Poule ſpake theſe words,
by voice of ſignification in time paſſed, that
God his ſaints before wiſt, hath predeſtined,
hath cleaped, hath juſtified, &amp; hath magnified:
me thinketh he ſhould haue ſaid tho words
in time preſent, &amp; that had been more accor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daunt
to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> euerlaſting preſent, than to haue
ſpoke in preterit voice of paſſed vnderſtand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing.
O (qd. Loue) by theſe words I ſee well
thou haſt little vnderſtanding of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> euerlaſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
preſence, or els of my before ſpoken words,
for neuer a thing of tho thou haſt nempned,
was tofore other, or after other, but all at ons
euenlich, at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> God ben, &amp; all togider in the e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uerlaſting
preſent, be now to vnderſtanding,
the eternal preſence, as I ſaid, hath incloſe to<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gider
in one, all times, in whyche cloſe &amp; one
all things, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> been in diuers times, &amp; in diuers
places temporell, without poſteriority or pri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ority,
been cloſed therein perpetuell now, and
maked to dwell in preſent ſight. But there
thou ſaieſt y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> Poule ſhould haue ſpoke thilke
foreſaid ſentence be time preſent, and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> moſt
ſhuld haue ben accordant to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> euerlaſting pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſence,
why gabbeſt thee to thy words? Soothly
I ſay Poule mooued y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> words, by ſignification
of time paſſed, to ſhew fully y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thilke words
were not put for temporell ſignification, for
all thilk time were not thilke Saints tempo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rallich
borne, which that Poule pronounced,
GOD haue tofore know, and haue cleaped
them magnified, wherthrough it may well be
know, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Poul vſed tho words of paſſed ſig<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nification,
for need &amp; lack of a word in mans
bodily ſpeech, betokening the euerlaſting
preſence. And therefore word is moſt ſemelich
in likenes to euerlaſting preſence, he took his
ſentence for things, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> here beforne ben paſſed,
vtterly be immouable, ilike to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> euerlaſting
preſence. As thilke that been, there neuer
mowe not been preſent, ſo things of time
paſſed, ne mowe in no wiſe not been paſſed:
but all things in you temporall, preſence y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
paſſen in a little while, ſhullen been not pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent.
So then in that it is more ſimilitude to
the euerlaſting preſence, ſignification of time
paſſed, than of time temporall preſent, and ſo
more in accordaunce. In this maner what
thing of theſe that ben doen through free ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bitrement,
or els as neceſſary, holy writ pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nounceth,
after eternity he ſpeaketh, in which
preſence is euerlaſting ſooth, &amp; nothyng but
ſoth immouable, that after time, in whych
naught alway been your wils &amp; your acts, &amp;
right as while they be not, it is not needful
hem to be: ſo oft it is not needful, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſomtime
they ſhould be. As how (qd. I) for yet muſt I
be lerned by ſome enſample. Of loue (qd. ſhe)
woll I now enſample make, ſithen I know
the head knot in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> yelke. Lo, ſomtime thou
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writeſt no art, ne art then in no will to write,
and right as while thou writeſt not, or els
wolt not write, it is not needful thee to
write, or els wilne to write.</p>
               <p>And for to make thee know vtterly, that
things been otherwiſe in the euerlaſting pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſence,
than in temporal time: ſee now my good
child, for ſomething is in the euerlaſting pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſence,
than in temporall time, it was not in
eternite time, in eterne preſence ſhal it not
be. Then no reaſon defendeth, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſomething
ne may be in time temporel mouing, that in
etern is immouable. Forſoth it is no more
contrary ne reuers, for to be mouable in time
temporell, &amp; mouable in eternity, than not to
be in any time, &amp; to be alway in eternity, and
haue to be, or els to come in time temporell,
and not haue be, ne nought comming to be
in eternity. Yet neuer the latter, I ſay not
ſame thyng to be neuer in tyme temporell, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi>
euer is eternity, but all onely in ſome time
not to be. For I ſay not thy loue to morne
in no time to be, but to day alone I deny ne
it to be, and yet neuer the later, it is alway
in eternity.</p>
               <p>Alſo (qd. I) it ſeemeth to me, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> commyng
thyng, or els paſſed, here in your temporall
time to be, in eternity euer now, and preſent
oweth not to be demed, &amp; yet followeth not
thilke thyng, that was, or els ſhall be, in no
manner thereto been paſſed, or els comming:
then vtterly ſhull we deny, for there without
reaſing, it is in his preſent manner. O (qd. ſhe)
mine own diſciple, now ginneſt thou able to
haue the name of my ſeruaunt, Thy wit is
clered, away is now errour of cloud in vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>conning,
away is blindneſſe of loue, away
is thoughtfull ſtudy of medling manners,
haſtly ſhalt thou entre into the joy of me,
that am thine own maiſtres.</p>
               <p>Thou haſt (qd. ſhe) in a few words well and
clerely concluded mokell of my matter. And
right as there is no reuers, ne contrariouſty
in tho things, right ſo withouten any repug<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nance
it is ſaid ſome thing to be mouable in
time temporell, and for it be, that in eternity
dwelleth immouable, not afore it be, or after
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> it is, but without ceſſing, for right naught
is there after time, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſame is there euerlaſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> temporallich ſometime nis, &amp; toforne it
be, it may not be, as I haue ſaid. Now ſothly
(qd. I) this haue I well vnderſtand, ſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> now
me thinketh, that preſcience of God, and free
arbitrement, withouten any repugnaunce
accorden, and that maketh the ſtrength of
eternity, which encloſeth by preſence, during
all times, and all things that been, han been,
and ſhull been in any time.</p>
               <p>I would now (qd. I) a little vnderſtand,
ſithen y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> all thing thus beforne wote, whether
thilke weting bee of tho things, or els thilke
things to been of Gods weting, &amp; ſo of God
nothing is: and if euery thing be through
Gods weting, and therof take his being, then
ſhould GOD be maker and authour of bad
werks, and ſo he ſhould not rightfully puniſh
euill doings of mankind. (Qd. Loue) I ſhall
tell thee this leſſon to learne, mine own true
ſeruaunt, the noble Phyloſophical Poete, in
Engliſh, which euermore him buſieth and tra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uaileth
right ſore, my name to encreaſe, wher<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
all that willen me good, owe to doe hym
worſhip and reuerence both, truely his better
ne his pere, in ſchoole of my rules coud I ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uer
find: He (qd. ſhe) in a treatiſe that he made
of my ſeruant Troylus, hath this matter tou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ched,
&amp; at the full this queſtion aſſoiled. Cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tainly
his noble ſayings can I not amend: in
goodneſſe of gentle manliche ſpeech, wythout
any manner of nicety of flarieres imagina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion,
in wit &amp; in good reaſon of ſentence, he
paſſeth all other makers. In the book of Troy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lus,
the anſwer to thy queſtion mayſt thou
learne, neuer y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> later, yet may lightly thyne
vnderſtanding ſomedele been learned, if thou
haue knowyng of theſe toforne ſaid thynges,
with that thou haue vnderſtandyng, of two
the laſt chapiters of this ſecond book, that is
to ſay, good to be ſome thing, &amp; bad to want
all manner being, for bad is nothyng els, but
abſence of good, and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God in good maketh
that good deeds been good, in euill he maketh
that they ben but naught, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> they been bad:
for to nothyng is badneſſe to be. I haue (qd.
I tho) ynough knowing therein, me needeth
of other things to hear, that is to ſay, how I
ſhal come to my bliſſe ſo long deſired.</p>
               <p>IN this matter toforne declared (qd. Loue)
I haue well ſhewed, that euery man hath
free arbitrement of thynges in his power
to do or undo what him liketh. Out of
this ground muſt come the Spire, that
by proceſſe of time ſhall in greatneſſe ſprede
to haue braunches and bloſſomes, of wax<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
fruit in grace, of whych the taſte and
the ſauour is endleſſe bliſſe in joy euer to
onbide.</p>
               <p>Now Lady (qd. I) that tree to ſette, faine
would I learn. So thou ſhalt (qd. ſhe) ere thou
depart hence. The firſt thyng, thou muſt ſet
thy werke on ground ſiker and good, accor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>daunt
to thy ſprings. For if thou deſire
grapes, thou goeſt not to the Haſell, ne for to
tetchen Roſes, thou ſekeſt not on Okes: and
if thou ſhalt haue Honey ſoukles, thou leaueſt
the fruit of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſoure Dock. Wherfore if thou
deſire this blyſs in parfite joy, thou muſt ſet
thy purpoſe there vertue followeth, &amp; not to
look after the bodily goods, as I ſayed when
thou were writyng in thy ſecond book. And
for thou haſt ſet thy ſelf in ſo noble a place, &amp;
vtterly lowed in thyne heart the miſgoyng of
thy firſt purpoſe, this ſetteles is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> eaſier to
ſpryng, &amp; the more lighter thy ſoul in grace
to be liſſed. And truely, thy deſire, that is to
ſay, thy will, algates mote ben ſtedfaſt in this
matter, without any chaungyng, for if it be
ſtedfaſt, no man may it void. Yes parde (qd.
I) my will may been tourned by friends, and
diſeaſe of manace, and threatening in leſing
of my life, and of my limmes, and in many
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other wiſe, that now commeth not to mynd.
* And alſo it mote oft been out of thought:
For no remembraunce may hold one thyng
continuelly in heart, be it neuer ſo luſty deſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red.
Now ſee (qd. ſhe) thou thy will ſhall fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low,
thy free will to be grounded, continuelly
to abide: It is thy free will y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou loueſt &amp;
haſt loued, &amp; yet ſhalt louen this Margarite
pearle, and in thy will thou thinkeſt to hold
it. Then is thy will knitte in loue, not to
chaunge for no new luſt beſide: This wyll
teacheth thine hert from all manner varying.
But then, although thou be threatened in
death, or els in other wiſe, yet is it in thyne
arbitrement to chuſe, thy loue to voyd, or els
to hold: &amp; thilk arbitrement is in a maner a
judgement, between deſire and thy heart.
And if thou deeme to loue, thy good will fay<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leth,
then art thou worthy no bliſſe, that good
will ſhould deſerue: &amp; if thou chuſe continu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ance
in thy good ſeruice, then thy good will a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bideth,
needs bliſſe following of thy good wil,
muſt come by ſtrength of thilke judgement:
for thy firſt will, that taught thyne heart to
abide, and halt it from the eſchange, with thy
reaſon is accorded. Truly this maner of will
thus ſhall abide, impoſſible it were to tourne,
if thy heart be true, and if euery man dilli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gently
the meanyngs of his will conſider, he
ſhall well vnderſtande, that good will knitte
with reaſon, but in a falſe heart neuer is
voided: for power &amp; might of keepyng this
good will, is through liberty of arbitrement
in heart, but good will to keep may nat fayle.
Eke then if it fail, it ſheweth it ſelfe, that good
will in keeping is not there. And thus falſe
will, that putteth out the good, anone con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraineth
the heart to accord in louing of thy
good will, &amp; this accordaunce between falſe
will and thyne heart, in falſity been likened
togither. Yet a little woll I ſay thee in good
wil, thy good wils to raiſe &amp; ſtrength. Take
heed to me (qd. ſhe) how thy willes thou ſhalt
vnderſtand. Right as ye han in your body
diuers members, and fiue ſundry wittes, eue<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rich
apart to his owne doing, which things
as inſtruments ye vſen, as your hands apart
to handle, feet to go, tongue to ſpeak, eye to
ſee: right ſo the ſoule hath in hym certayne
ſteryngs and ſtrengths, whyche he vſeth as
inſtruments to his certain doyngs. Reaſon
is in the ſoule, whych he vſeth thynges to
know and to proue, and will, whych he vſeth
to wilne: And yet is neyther will ne reaſon
all the ſoule, but eueryche of hem is a thyng
by himſelf in the ſoul. And right as euerich
hath thus ſingular inſtruments by hemſelfe,
they han as well diuers aptes, and diuers
manner vſings, and thilke aptes mowen in
will been cleaped affections. Affection is an
inſtrument of willing in his appetites. Wher<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
mokell folke ſaine, if a reaſonable crea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tures
ſoul any thing feruently wilneth, affec<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tuouſly
he wilneth, and thus may will by
tearm of equiuocas, in three wayes been vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtand:
one is inſtrument of wylling, ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
is affection of this inſtrument, and the
third is vſe, that ſetteth it a werke. Inſtru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
of willyng is the ilke ſtrength of the
ſoul, which thee conſtraineth to wilne, right
as reaſon is inſtrument of reaſons, which ye
vſen when ye looken. Affection of this inſtru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
is a thyng, by which ye be draw deſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rouſly
any thyng to wilne in coueitous man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner,
all be it for y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> time out of your mind: as
if it come in your thought thilke thing to re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>member,
anon ye ben willing thilke to done,
or els to haue. And thus is inſtrument will,
and affection is will alſo, to wilne thing as I
ſaid? as for to wilne health, when will no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thyng
thereon thinketh: for anone as it com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>meth
to memory, it is in will, and ſo is affec<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
to wilne ſleepe, when it is out of mynde,
but anone as it is remembred, will wilneth
ſleep, when his time commeth of the doyng.
For affection of will neuer accordeth to ſick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſs,
ne alway to wake. Right ſo in a true lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>uers
affection of willing inſtrument, is to
wiln truth in his ſeruice, &amp; this affection al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way
abideth, although he be ſleping, or threat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned,
or els not thereon thinkyng, but anone
as it commeth to mind, anone he is ſtedfaſt
in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> will to abide. Vſe of this inſtrument for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſooth
is another thing by himſelf, &amp; that haue
ye not, but when ye be doing, in willed thing
by affect or inſtrument of will, purpoſed or de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſired,
&amp; this manner of vſage in my ſeruice,
wiſely needeth to be ruled, from waiters with
enuye cloſed, from ſpeakers full of jangeling
wordes, from proud folke and hautaine that
lambes &amp; innocents both ſcornen &amp; diſpiſen.
Thus in doing varieth the acts of willing
euerich from other, &amp; yet ben they cleped will,
&amp; the name of will vtterly owen they to have,
as inſtrument of will is will, when ye turn in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to
purpoſe of any thing to done, be it to ſit or
to ſtand, or any ſuch thing els. This inſtru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
may been had, although affect &amp; vſage
be left out of doing, right as ye haue ſight &amp;
reaſon, and yet alway vſe yee greateſt wiſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dome,
in hem ſhall he be, and they in GOD.
Now then, when all falſe folke be aſhamed,
whych wenen all beſtialty &amp; yerthly thing be
ſweeter and better to the body, than heuenly
is to the ſoul: this is the grace and y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fruit
y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I long haue deſired, it dooth me good the
ſauour to ſmell. Chriſt now to thee I cry of
mercy and of grace, and graunt of thy good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſs
to euery maner reader, ful vnderſtand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
in this leud pamphlet to haue, and let no
man wene other cauſe in this werke, than is
verily y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſooth: for enuy is euer ready all inno<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cents
to ſhend, wherfore I would y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> good ſpeech
enuy euermore hinder. But no man wene this
werke be ſufficiently maked, for Gods werke
paſſeth mans, no mans wit to parfite werke
may by no way puruay the end: how ſhould
I then, ſo leaude, aught wene of perfection a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
end to get? Neuer the later, grace, glory,
and laude, I yeelde and put with worſhipfull
reuerence, to the ſoothfaſt God in three, with
vnitye cloſed, which that the heauy langour
<pb n="537" facs="tcp:51487:288"/>
of my ſickneſſe hath tourned into myrthe of
health to recover: for right as I was ſorrow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
through the glotton cloude of manyfolde
ſickly ſorow, ſo mirth ayen commyng, health
hath me gladded &amp; greatly comforted. I be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſeech
and pray therefore, and I crie on Gods
great pite, and on his mokell mercye, that
this preſent ſcourges of my fleſh mow make
medicine and leech craft of my inner mans
health, ſo that my paſſed treſpas and tenes
through weepyng of myne eyes been waſhe,
and I voided from all manner diſeaſe, &amp; no
more to weep hereafter, I now be kept tho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row
Gods grace: ſo that Gods hand, which
merciablye mee hath ſcourged, hereafter in
good plite from thence merciably mee keepe
and defend. In this booke be many priuye
things wimpled and fold, vnneth ſhul leaud
men the plites vnwinde, wherefore I praye
to the Holy ghoſte, he lene of his oyntmentes
mens wittes to cleere: and for Gods loue no
man wonder, why or how this queſtion cum
to my minde, for my grate luſtie deſire was
of this ladie to been enformed, my lewdneſſe
to amende. Certes I know not other mens
wittes, what I ſhould aske, or in aunſwere
what I ſhuld ſay, I am ſo leude my ſelf, that
mokell more learnyng yet mee behoueth. I
haue made therefore as I could, but not ſuf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ficiently
as I would, &amp; as matter yaue me
ſentence, for my dull witte is hindred, by ſtep<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mother
of foryetyng, and with cloude of vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>connyng,
that ſtoppeth the light of my Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>garite
pearle, wherefore it may not ſhine on
me as it ſhould. I deſire not only a good rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der,
but alſo I coueite and pray a good booke
amender, in correction of words and of ſen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tence:
and only this mede I coueit for my
trauayle, that euery inſeer and hearer of this
leud fautaſie, deuout horiſons and prayers,
to God the dread iudge yelden, and praien
for me, in that wiſe that in his dome, my ſins
mow been releaſed &amp; foryeuen: he that prai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
for other, for himſelfe trauayleth. Alſo I
pray that euery man parfitely mow knowe,
through what intencion of hert this treatiſe
haue I draw. How was it the ſightful Man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>na
in deſert, to children of Iſrael was ſpiri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tuel
meate: bodily alſo it was, for mens bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies
it nouriſhed: And yet neuer the later,
Chriſt it ſignified. Right ſo a iewell betoken<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
a gemine: and that is a ſtone vertuous
or els a pearle. Margarite a woman betoke<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neth
grace, learning, or wiſedome of God, or
els holy Church. If bread through vertue is
made holy fleſh, what is that our God ſaith?
* It is the ſpirite that yeueth life, the fleſh
of nothyng it profiteth. Fleſh is fleſhly vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtanding:
Fleſh without grace and loue,
naught is worth. * The letter ſleeth, the ſpi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rite
yeueth lifelich vnderſtanding. Charitie
is loue, and loue is charity, God graunt vs
all therein to be frended. And thus the Te<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtament
of Loue is ended.</p>
            </div>
            <trailer>¶Here endeth the Teſtament of Loue.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div type="poems">
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Lamentation of Mary Magdalen.</head>
               <argument>
                  <p>This Treatiſe is taken out of S. Origen, wherein Mary Magdalen lamenteth the
Cruel Death of her Saviour Chriſt.</p>
               </argument>
               <lg>
                  <l>PLonged in the wawe of mortal diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Alas for wo, to whom ſhall I complain,</l>
                  <l>Or who ſhal deuoid this great heuineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Fro me woful Mary, woful Magdalen,</l>
                  <l>My lord is gon, alas who wrought this tein</l>
                  <l>This ſodain chance perſeth my hert ſo depe,</l>
                  <l>That nothing can I do, but waile &amp; wepe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My lord is gone y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> here in graue was laied,</l>
                  <l>After his great paſſion and death cruell,</l>
                  <l>Who hath him thus again betraied?</l>
                  <l>Or what man here about can me tell</l>
                  <l>Where he is become, the Prince of Iſrael,</l>
                  <l>Ieſus of Nazareth, my ghoſtly ſuccour,</l>
                  <l>My parfite love and hope of all honour.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What creature hath him hence caried?</l>
                  <l>Or how might this ſo ſodainly befall?</l>
                  <l>I would I had here with him taried,</l>
                  <l>And ſo ſhould I haue had my purpoſe all,</l>
                  <l>I bought ointments full precious and royal,</l>
                  <l>Wherewith I hoped his corps to anointed,</l>
                  <l>But he thus gone, my mind is diſpointed.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>While I therefore aduertiſe and behold,</l>
                  <l>This pitous chaunce here in my preſence,</l>
                  <l>Full little maruaile though my hert be cold,</l>
                  <l>Conſidring lo, my Lordes abſence</l>
                  <l>Alas that I ſo full of negligence</l>
                  <l>Sould be found, becauſe I come ſo late,</l>
                  <l>All men may ſay I am infortunate.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Cauſe of my ſorow you may vnderſtand</l>
                  <l>(Quia tulerunt Dominum meum)</l>
                  <l>An other is, that I ne may fonde,</l>
                  <l>I wote nere, <hi>Ubi poſuerunt eum,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Thus I muſt bewayle, <hi>Dolorem meum,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>With hartie weping, I can no better deſerue</l>
                  <l>Till death approch my hert for to kerue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My hert oppreſt with ſodaine auenture,</l>
                  <l>By feruent anguiſh is be wrapped ſo,</l>
                  <l>That long this lyfe I may not endure,</l>
                  <l>Soch is my paine, ſoch is my mortall wo,</l>
                  <l>Neuertheleſſe to what party ſhall I go,</l>
                  <l>In hope to find myne owne Turtill true,</l>
                  <l>My liues ioy, my ſouerain Lorde Ieſu.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Sith all my ioy that I call his preſence,</l>
                  <l>Is thus remoued, now I am full of mone,</l>
                  <l>Alas the while I made no prouidence,</l>
                  <l>For this miſhap, wherefore I ſigh and grone,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="538" facs="tcp:51487:289"/>
Succour to find to what place might I gon,</l>
                  <l>Fain I would to ſome man my hert breake,</l>
                  <l>I not to whom I may complaine or ſpeake.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alone here I ſtand, full ſory and full ſad,</l>
                  <l>Which hoped to haue ſeen my lord and king,</l>
                  <l>Small cauſe haue I to be merie or glad,</l>
                  <l>Remembryng his bitterfull departing,</l>
                  <l>In this world is no creature liuing</l>
                  <l>That was to me ſo good and gracious,</l>
                  <l>His loue alſo than gold more precious.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Full ſore I ſigh, without comfort again,</l>
                  <l>There is no cure to my ſaluacion,</l>
                  <l>His brenning loue my hert ſo doth conſtrain,</l>
                  <l>Alas here is a wofull permutacion,</l>
                  <l>Whereof I find no joy nor conſolacion,</l>
                  <l>Therefore my payne all onely to confeſſe,</l>
                  <l>With death I feare woll end my heauineſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This wo and anguiſh is intollerable,</l>
                  <l>If I bide here life can I not ſuſtaine,</l>
                  <l>If I go hence my paines be vncurable,</l>
                  <l>Where him to find, I know no place certain,</l>
                  <l>And thus I not of theſe things twaine,</l>
                  <l>Which I may take and which I may refuſe,</l>
                  <l>My hert is wounded hereon to think or muſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A while I ſhall ſtand in this mournyng,</l>
                  <l>In hope if any viſion would appere,</l>
                  <l>That of my loue might tell ſome good ti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dyng,</l>
                  <l>Which into joy might chaunge my wepyng chere,</l>
                  <l>I truſt in his grace &amp; his mercy dere,</l>
                  <l>But at the leaſt though I therewith me kill,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall not ſpare to waile and wepe my fill.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And if that I die in ſoch auenture,</l>
                  <l>I can no more but welcome as my chaunce,</l>
                  <l>My bones ſhall reſt here in this ſepulture,</l>
                  <l>My lyfe, my death, is at his ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>It ſhal be told in euerlaſtyng remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>Thus to departe is to me no ſhame,</l>
                  <l>And alſo thereof I am nothyng to blame.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Hope againſt me hath her courſe ytake,</l>
                  <l>There is no more, but thus ſhall I die,</l>
                  <l>I ſee right well my Lorde hath me forſake,</l>
                  <l>But in my conceipt, cauſe know I none why,</l>
                  <l>Though he be farre hence and nothyng nye,</l>
                  <l>Yet my wofull hert after hym doth ſeeke,</l>
                  <l>And cauſeth teares to ren doun my cheeke.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thinkyng alas I haue loſt his preſence,</l>
                  <l>Which in this world was all my ſuſtenance,</l>
                  <l>I cry and call with herty diligence,</l>
                  <l>But there is no wight giueth attendance,</l>
                  <l>Me to certifie of myne enquirance,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I will to all this world be wray</l>
                  <l>How that my Lord is ſlaine and borne away.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Though I mourne it is no great wonder,</l>
                  <l>Sithe he is all my joy in ſpeciall,</l>
                  <l>And now I thinke we be ſo farre aſonder,</l>
                  <l>That him to ſee I feare neuer I ſhall,</l>
                  <l>It helpeth no more after him to call,</l>
                  <l>Ne after him to enquire in any coſte,</l>
                  <l>Alas how is he thus gone and loſte?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Iewes I thinke full of miſery,</l>
                  <l>Set in malice, by their buſie cure,</l>
                  <l>With force and might with gileful trechery,</l>
                  <l>Hath entermined my Lordes ſepulture,</l>
                  <l>And borne away that precious figure,</l>
                  <l>Leauing of it nothing, if they haue done ſo,</l>
                  <l>Marred I am, alas what ſhall I do.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With their vengeaunce inſaciable,</l>
                  <l>Now haue they him entreated ſo,</l>
                  <l>That to reporte it is to lamentable,</l>
                  <l>They beate his body from toppe to the toe,</l>
                  <l>Neuer man was borne that felt ſoch woe,</l>
                  <l>They wounded him alas with all greuance,</l>
                  <l>The blood doun reiled in moſt habundance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The bloody rowes ſtremed doune ouer all,</l>
                  <l>They him aſſayled ſo maliciouſly</l>
                  <l>With their ſcourges and ſtrokes beſtiall,</l>
                  <l>They ſpared not but ſmote inceſſantly,</l>
                  <l>To ſatiſfie their malice, they were full buſie,</l>
                  <l>They ſpit in his face they ſmote here &amp; there,</l>
                  <l>He groned full ſore, and ſweate many a tere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>They crouned him with thorns ſharp &amp; kene,</l>
                  <l>The veines rent, the blood ran doun apace,</l>
                  <l>With blood ouercome with both his iyen,</l>
                  <l>And bolne with ſtrokes was his bleſſed face,</l>
                  <l>They him entreated as men without grace,</l>
                  <l>They kneeled to him, &amp; made many a ſcorne,</l>
                  <l>Like hell-hounds they haue him all to torne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Vpon a mighty croſſe in length and brede,</l>
                  <l>Theſe turmentors ſhewed their curſedneſſe,</l>
                  <l>They nailed him without pitie or drede,</l>
                  <l>His precious blood braſt out in largeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>They ſtrained him along as men mercileſſe,</l>
                  <l>The very jointes all, to mine apparence,</l>
                  <l>Riued aſonder for their great violence.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>All this I beholding with mine iyen twain,</l>
                  <l>Stode there beſide with rufull attendaunce,</l>
                  <l>And euer me thought he being in that pain,</l>
                  <l>Loked on me with deadly countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>As he had ſaid in his ſpeciall remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>Farwel Magdalen depart muſt I needs hens,</l>
                  <l>My hert is <hi>Tanquam cera liqueſcens.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Which rufull ſight when I gan behold,</l>
                  <l>Out of my witte I almoſt deſtraught,</l>
                  <l>Tare my heere, my hands wrang and fold,</l>
                  <l>And of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſight my hert drank ſoch a draught,</l>
                  <l>That many a fall ſwouning there I caught,</l>
                  <l>I bruſed my body falling on the ground,</l>
                  <l>Whereof I fele many a greuous wound.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then theſe wretches ful of al frowardneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Gaue him to drinke Eiſel tempred with gall,</l>
                  <l>Alas, that poiſon full of bitterneſſe,</l>
                  <l>My loues chere cauſed then to appall,</l>
                  <l>And yet thereof might he not drinke at all,</l>
                  <l>But ſpake theſe wordes as him thought beſt,</l>
                  <l>Father of heauen, <hi>Conſummatum eſt.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then kneeled I doune in paines outrage,</l>
                  <l>Clipping y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> croſſe within mine armes twain,</l>
                  <l>His blood diſtilled doune on my viſage,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="539" facs="tcp:51487:289"/>
My clothes eke the droppes did diſtain,</l>
                  <l>To haue died for him I would full fain,</l>
                  <l>But what ſhould it auayle if I did ſo,</l>
                  <l>Sith he is, <hi>Suſpenſus in patibulo.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus my Lord full dere was all diſguiſed</l>
                  <l>With blood, pain, and wounds many one,</l>
                  <l>His veines braſt, his joynts all to riued,</l>
                  <l>Partyng aſonder the fleſh fro the bone,</l>
                  <l>But I ſaw he hing not there alone,</l>
                  <l>For <hi>Cum inquis deputatus eſt,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Not like a man, but like a leprous beeſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A blind knight men called Longias,</l>
                  <l>With a ſpeare aproched vnto my ſouerain,</l>
                  <l>Launſing his ſide full pitouſly alas,</l>
                  <l>That his precious hert he claue in twain,</l>
                  <l>The purple blood eke fro the herts vain,</l>
                  <l>Doune railed right faſt in moſt rufull wiſe,</l>
                  <l>With chriſtal water brought out of Paradiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When I beheld this wofull paſſion,</l>
                  <l>I wote not how by ſodain auenture,</l>
                  <l>My hert was peerſed with very compaſſion,</l>
                  <l>That in me remayned no life of nature,</l>
                  <l>Strokes of death I felt without meaſure,</l>
                  <l>My deaths wound I caught with wo oppreſt,</l>
                  <l>And brought to point as my hert ſhuld breſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The wound, hert, and blood of my darling,</l>
                  <l>Shall neuer ſlide fro my memoriall,</l>
                  <l>The bitter paines alſo of tourmenting,</l>
                  <l>Within my ſoule be grauen principall,</l>
                  <l>The ſpeare alas that was ſo ſharpe withall,</l>
                  <l>So thrilled my hert as to my felyng,</l>
                  <l>That body and ſoule were at departyng.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As ſoone as I might I releued vp againe,</l>
                  <l>My breth I coude not very well reſtore,</l>
                  <l>Felyng my ſelfe drowned in ſo great paine,</l>
                  <l>Both body &amp; ſoul me thought were al to tore,</l>
                  <l>Violent falles greeued me right ſore,</l>
                  <l>I wept, I bledde, and with my ſelfe I fared,</l>
                  <l>As one that for his life nothing had cared.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I lokyng vp to that rufull Roode,</l>
                  <l>Saw firſt the viſage pale of that figure,</l>
                  <l>But ſo pitous a ſight ſpotted with bloode,</l>
                  <l>Saw neuer yet no liuyng creature,</l>
                  <l>So it exceeded the bounds of meaſure,</l>
                  <l>That mans mind with all his wits fiue,</l>
                  <l>Is nothing able that paine for to diſcriue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then gan I there mine armes to vnbrace,</l>
                  <l>Vp liftyng my handes full mourningly,</l>
                  <l>I ſighed and ſore ſobbed in that place,</l>
                  <l>Both heuen &amp; earth might haue herd me cry,</l>
                  <l>Weping, and ſaid alas inceſſauntly,</l>
                  <l>Ah my ſweet hert, my ghoſtly paramour,</l>
                  <l>Alas I may nat thy body ſocour.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O bleſſed lord, how fierſe and how cruell</l>
                  <l>Theſe curſed wights now hath thee ſlaine,</l>
                  <l>Keruing alas thy body eueridell,</l>
                  <l>Wound within wound, full bitter is thy pain,</l>
                  <l>Now wold that I might to thee attaine,</l>
                  <l>To nayle my body faſt vnto thy tree,</l>
                  <l>So that of this payne thou might go free.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I can not report ne make no reherſaile</l>
                  <l>Of my demening with the circumſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>But well I wote the ſpeare with euery naile</l>
                  <l>Thirled my ſoule by inward reſemblaunce,</l>
                  <l>Which neuer ſhall out of my remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>During my lyfe it woll cauſe me to waile</l>
                  <l>As oft as I remembre that bataile.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ah ye Iewes, worſe than dogges rabiate,</l>
                  <l>What m<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ued you thus cruelly him to aray,</l>
                  <l>He neuer diſpleaſed you nor cauſed debate,</l>
                  <l>Your loue and true herts he coueyted aye,</l>
                  <l>He preched, he teched, he ſhewed y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> right way,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore ye like tyrants wood &amp; wayward,</l>
                  <l>Now haue him thus ſlaine for his reward.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye ought to haue remembred one thing ſpecial,</l>
                  <l>His fauour, his grace, and his magnificence,</l>
                  <l>He was your prince borne and Lord ouer all,</l>
                  <l>How be it ye toke him in ſmall reuerence,</l>
                  <l>He was full meke in ſuffring your offence,</l>
                  <l>Neuertheles ye deuoured him with one aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſent,</l>
                  <l>As hungry wolfs doth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> lamb innocent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Where was your pite, o people mercileſſe,</l>
                  <l>Arming your ſelf with falſheed and treaſon,</l>
                  <l>On my lord ye haue ſhewed your woodneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Like no men, but beeſtes without reaſon,</l>
                  <l>Your malice he ſuffred all for the ſeaſon,</l>
                  <l>Your payn woll come thinke it not to ſlack,</l>
                  <l>* Man without mercy of mercy ſhall lack.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O ye traitours &amp; maintainers of madneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Vnto your folly I aſcribe all my paine,</l>
                  <l>Ye haue me depriued of joy and gladneſſe,</l>
                  <l>So dealing with my Lord and ſoueraine,</l>
                  <l>Nothing ſhuld I need thus to complaine,</l>
                  <l>If he had liued in peace and tranquillite,</l>
                  <l>Whom ye haue ſlaine through your iniquite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Farewel your nobleneſſe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſomtime did rain,</l>
                  <l>Farewel your worſhip, glory, and fame,</l>
                  <l>Hereafter to liue in hate and disdaine,</l>
                  <l>Maruaile ye not for your treſpace &amp; blame,</l>
                  <l>Vnto ſhame is tourned all your good name,</l>
                  <l>Vpon you now woll wonder euery nation,</l>
                  <l>As people of moſt vile reputation.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Theſe wicked wretches, theſe hounds of hell,</l>
                  <l>As I haue told playne here in this ſentence,</l>
                  <l>Were not content my dere loue thus to quel,</l>
                  <l>But yet they muſt embeſile his preſence,</l>
                  <l>As I perceyue by couert violence</l>
                  <l>They haue him conueyed to my diſpleaſure,</l>
                  <l>For here is lafte but naked ſepulture.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wherefore of trouth &amp; rightful judgment,</l>
                  <l>That their malice againe may be acquited,</l>
                  <l>After my verdite and auiſement,</l>
                  <l>Of falſe murdre they ſhall be endited,</l>
                  <l>Of theft alſo which ſhall not be reſpited,</l>
                  <l>And in all haſt they ſhall be hanged and draw,</l>
                  <l>I woll my ſelfe plede this cauſe in the law.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <pb n="540" facs="tcp:51487:290"/>
                  <l>Alas if I with trewe attendaunce,</l>
                  <l>Had ſtill abidden with my lordes corſe,</l>
                  <l>And kept it ſtill with trewe perſeueraunce,</l>
                  <l>Then had not befal this wofull deuorſe,</l>
                  <l>But as for my paine welcome and no force,</l>
                  <l>This ſhal be my ſonge where ſo euer I go,</l>
                  <l>* Departing is ground of all my wo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I ſee right well now in my paines ſmart,</l>
                  <l>There is no wound of ſo greuous dolour,</l>
                  <l>As is the wound of my carefull hart,</l>
                  <l>Sith I haue loſt thus my paramour,</l>
                  <l>All ſweetneſſe is tourned into ſour,</l>
                  <l>Mirth to my heart nothing may conuey,</l>
                  <l>But he that beareth thereof both loke &amp; key.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The ioy excellent of bliſſed paradiſe,</l>
                  <l>May me alas in no wiſe comforte,</l>
                  <l>Song of angel nothing may me ſuffiſe,</l>
                  <l>As in min harte now to make diſporte,</l>
                  <l>Al I refuſe but that I might reſorte</l>
                  <l>Vnto my loue the well of goodliheed,</l>
                  <l>For whoſe longing I trowe I ſhal be deed.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of painful labour and tourment corporal,</l>
                  <l>I make thereof none exception,</l>
                  <l>Paines of hell I wol paſſe ouer all,</l>
                  <l>My loue to find in mine affection,</l>
                  <l>So great to him is my delectacion,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand times martred would I bee,</l>
                  <l>His bleſſed body ones if I might ſee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>About this world ſo large in all compaſſe,</l>
                  <l>I ſhal not ſpare to renne my life during,</l>
                  <l>My feet alſo ſhall not reſt in one place,</l>
                  <l>Til of my loue I may heare ſome tiding,</l>
                  <l>For whoſe abſence my hands now I wring,</l>
                  <l>To thinke on him ceaſe ſhall neuer my mind,</l>
                  <l>O gentil Ieſu where ſhall I thee find.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ieruſalem I wol ſerch place fro place,</l>
                  <l>Sion, the vale of Ioſaphat alſo,</l>
                  <l>And if I find him not in all this ſpace,</l>
                  <l>By mount Oliuet to Bethany wol I go,</l>
                  <l>Theſe wayes wol I wander and many mo,</l>
                  <l>Nazareth, Bethleem, Mountana, Iude,</l>
                  <l>No trauaile ſhall me paine him for to ſee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>His bleſſed face if I might ſee and finde,</l>
                  <l>Serch I would euery coſte and countrey,</l>
                  <l>The fardeſt part of Egipt or hote Inde,</l>
                  <l>Shulde be to me but a little iourney,</l>
                  <l>How is he thus gone or taken away,</l>
                  <l>If I knew the full trouth and certente,</l>
                  <l>Yet from this care releaſed might I be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Into wilderneſſe I thinke beſt to go,</l>
                  <l>Sith I can no more tydings of him here,</l>
                  <l>There may I my life lede to and fro,</l>
                  <l>There may I dwel, and to no man apere,</l>
                  <l>To towne ne village woll I come nere,</l>
                  <l>Alone in woods, in rockes, and in caues deep,</l>
                  <l>I may at mine own wil both waile and weep.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Mine eyen twaine withouten variaunce</l>
                  <l>Shall neuer ceaſe, I promiſe faithfully</l>
                  <l>There to weepe with great aboundaunce,</l>
                  <l>Bitter teares renning inceſſauntly,</l>
                  <l>The which teares medled full petouſly,</l>
                  <l>With the very blood euer ſhall renne alſo,</l>
                  <l>Expreſſing in mine hart the greeuous wo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Worldly fode &amp; ſuſtenaunce I deſire none,</l>
                  <l>Such liuing as I find ſoch woll I take,</l>
                  <l>Rootes that growen on the craggy ſtone,</l>
                  <l>Shall me ſuffice with water of the lake,</l>
                  <l>Then thus may I ſay for my lords ſake,</l>
                  <l>Fuerunt mihi lachrymae meae</l>
                  <l>In Deſerto Panes, Die ac Nocte.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My body to clothe it maketh no force,</l>
                  <l>A mourning mantel ſhal be ſufficient,</l>
                  <l>The greuous woundes of his pirous corſe,</l>
                  <l>Shal be to me a full royal garnement,</l>
                  <l>He departed thus I am beſt content,</l>
                  <l>His croſſe with nailes and ſcourges withall,</l>
                  <l>Shal be my thought and paine ſpeciall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus wol I liue as I haue here told,</l>
                  <l>If I may any long tyme endure,</l>
                  <l>But I fere death is ouer me ſo bold,</l>
                  <l>That of my purpoſe I can not be ſure,</l>
                  <l>My paynes encreaſe without meaſure,</l>
                  <l>* For of long lyfe who can lay any reaſon,</l>
                  <l>All thing is mortal and hath but a ſeaſon.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I ſigh full ſore and it is ferre yfet,</l>
                  <l>Mine herte I feele now bledeth inwardly,</l>
                  <l>The blody teares I may in no wiſe let,</l>
                  <l>Sith of my paine I find no remedie,</l>
                  <l>I thanke God of all if I now die,</l>
                  <l>His will perfourmed I hold me content,</l>
                  <l>My ſoule let him haue that hath it me lent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For lenger to endure it is intollerable,</l>
                  <l>My woful harte is inflamed ſo huge,</l>
                  <l>That no ſorow to myne is comparable,</l>
                  <l>Sith of my mind I finde no refuge,</l>
                  <l>Yet I him require as rightful iudge,</l>
                  <l>To deuoide fro me the inwarde ſorow,</l>
                  <l>Leſt I liue not to the next morow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Within mine hart is impreſſed full ſore,</l>
                  <l>His royal forme, his ſhape, his ſemelines,</l>
                  <l>His porte, his chere, his goodnes euermore,</l>
                  <l>His noble perſone with all gentilnes,</l>
                  <l>He is the well of all part fitnes,</l>
                  <l>The very redemer of all mankind,</l>
                  <l>Him loue I beſt with hart, ſoule, and mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In his abſence my paynes full bitter be,</l>
                  <l>Right well I may it fele now inwardly,</l>
                  <l>No wonder is though they hurte or ſlee me,</l>
                  <l>They cauſe me to crie ſo rufully,</l>
                  <l>Mine hart oppreſſed is ſo wonderfully,</l>
                  <l>Onely for him which ſo is bright of blee,</l>
                  <l>Alas I trowe I ſhall him neuer ſee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My ioy is tranſlate full farre in exile,</l>
                  <l>My mirth is chaunged into paynes cold,</l>
                  <l>My lyfe I thinke endureth but a while,</l>
                  <l>Anguiſh and payne is that I behold,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="541" facs="tcp:51487:290"/>
Wherfore my hands thus I wring &amp; fold,</l>
                  <l>Into his graue I loke, I call, I pray,</l>
                  <l>Death remaineth, and life is borne away.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now muſt I walke &amp; wander here &amp; there,</l>
                  <l>God wot to what partes I ſhall me dreſſe,</l>
                  <l>With quaking hart, weepyng many a tere,</l>
                  <l>To ſeek out my loue &amp; all my ſweetnes,</l>
                  <l>I wolde he wiſt what mortall heuines</l>
                  <l>About mine hart reneweth more and more,</l>
                  <l>Then wold he nat keepe pite long in ſtore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Without him I may not long endure,</l>
                  <l>His loue ſo ſore worketh within my breſt,</l>
                  <l>And euer I wepe before this ſepulture,</l>
                  <l>Sighing full ſore as mine harte ſhould breſt,</l>
                  <l>During my lyfe I ſhall obtayne no reſt,</l>
                  <l>But mourne &amp; wepe where that euer I go,</l>
                  <l>Making complaint of al my mortall wo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Faſt I crie but there is no audience,</l>
                  <l>My comming hider was him for to pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>My ſoule oppreſt is here with his abſence,</l>
                  <l>Alas he liſt not to ſet mine harte in eaſe,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore to payne my ſelf with al diſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>I ſhal not ſpare till he take me to grace,</l>
                  <l>Or els I ſhall ſterue here in this place.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ones if I might with him ſpeake,</l>
                  <l>It were al my ioy, with parfite pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>So that I might to him my herte breake,</l>
                  <l>I ſhuld anone deuoid al my greuaunce,</l>
                  <l>For he is the bliſſe of very recreaunce,</l>
                  <l>But now alas I can nothing do ſo,</l>
                  <l>For in ſteed of ioy naught haue I but wo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>His noble corſe within mine harts rote,</l>
                  <l>Deep is graued which ſhall neuer ſlake,</l>
                  <l>Now is he gone to what place I ne wote,</l>
                  <l>I mourne, I wepe, and al is for his ſake,</l>
                  <l>Sith he is paſt, here a vowe I make,</l>
                  <l>With hartely promiſe, &amp; thereto I me bind,</l>
                  <l>Neuer to ceaſe till I may him find.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Vnto his mother I thinke for to go,</l>
                  <l>Of her haply ſome comfort may I take,</l>
                  <l>But one thing yet me feareth and no mo,</l>
                  <l>If I any mencion of him make,</l>
                  <l>Of my wordes ſhe wold trimble and quake,</l>
                  <l>And who coud her blame ſhe hauing but one,</l>
                  <l>* The ſon borne away, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> mother wol mone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Sorowes many hath ſhe ſuffred trewly,</l>
                  <l>Sith that ſhe firſt conceiued him and bare,</l>
                  <l>And ſeuen things there be moſt ſpecially,</l>
                  <l>That drowneth her hert in ſorrow &amp; care,</l>
                  <l>Yet lo, in no wiſe may they compare,</l>
                  <l>With this one now, the which if ſhe knew,</l>
                  <l>She wold her paines euerichone renew.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Great was her ſorrow by mennes ſaying,</l>
                  <l>Whan in the temple Simeon Iuſtus,</l>
                  <l>Shewing to her, theſe words propheſiyng,</l>
                  <l>Tuam Animam pertranſibit Gladius,</l>
                  <l>Alſo when Herode that tyrant furious,</l>
                  <l>Her childe purſued in euery place,</l>
                  <l>For his life went neither mercy ne grace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She mourned when ſhe knew him gone,</l>
                  <l>Full long ſhe ſought or ſhe him found ayen,</l>
                  <l>Whan he went to death his croſſe him vpon,</l>
                  <l>It was to her ſight a rewful paine,</l>
                  <l>Whan he hong thereon, between theues twaine</l>
                  <l>And the ſpeare vnto his herte thruſt right,</l>
                  <l>She ſwouned, &amp; to the ground there pight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Whan deed and bloody in her lappe lay</l>
                  <l>His bleſſed body, both hands &amp; fete all tore,</l>
                  <l>She cried out and ſaid, now wel away,</l>
                  <l>Thus araide was neuer man before,</l>
                  <l>Whan haſt was made his body to be bore</l>
                  <l>Vnto his ſepulture, here to remaine,</l>
                  <l>Vnnethes for wo ſhe coude her ſuſtaine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Theſe ſorowes ſeuen, like ſwerds euery one,</l>
                  <l>His mothers herte wounded fro ſyde to ſyde,</l>
                  <l>But if ſhe knew her ſonne thus gone,</l>
                  <l>Out of this world ſhe ſhuld with death ride,</l>
                  <l>For care ſhe coude no lenger here abide,</l>
                  <l>Hauing no more joy nor conſolacioun,</l>
                  <l>Than I here ſtanding in this ſtacioun.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wherefore her to ſee I dare nat preſume,</l>
                  <l>Fro her preſence I wol my ſelfe refraine,</l>
                  <l>Yet had I leuer to die and conſume,</l>
                  <l>Than his mother ſhould haue any more pain,</l>
                  <l>Neuertheles her ſonne I would ſee ful fain,</l>
                  <l>His preſence was very ioy and ſweetnes,</l>
                  <l>His abſence is but ſorrow and heauines.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>There is no more, ſith I may him nat mete,</l>
                  <l>Whom I deſire aboue all other thing,</l>
                  <l>Nede I muſt take the ſour with the ſwete,</l>
                  <l>For of his noble corſe I here no tiding,</l>
                  <l>Full oft I cry, and my hands wring,</l>
                  <l>Myne herte alas relenteth all in paine,</l>
                  <l>Which will braſt both ſenew and vaine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Alas how vnhappie was this woful hour,</l>
                  <l>Wherein is thus miſpended my ſeruice,</l>
                  <l>For mine intent and eke my true labour,</l>
                  <l>To none effect may come in any wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Alas I thinke if he doe me diſpiſe,</l>
                  <l>And liſt not take my ſimple obſeruaunce,</l>
                  <l>There is no more, but death is my finaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I haue him called, <hi>Sed non reſpondet mihi,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Wherfore my mirth is tourned to mourning</l>
                  <l>O dere Lord <hi>Quid mali feci tibi,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>That me to comfort I find no erthly thing,</l>
                  <l>Alas, haue compaſſion of my crying,</l>
                  <l>Yf fro me, <hi>Faciem tuam abſcondis,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>There is no more, but <hi>Conſumere me vis.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Within myne herte is grounded thy figure,</l>
                  <l>That all this worlds horrible tourment,</l>
                  <l>May it not aſwage, it is ſo without meaſure,</l>
                  <l>It is ſo brenning, it is ſo feruent,</l>
                  <l>Remember Lord I haue bin diligent,</l>
                  <l>Euer thee to pleaſe onely and no mo,</l>
                  <l>Myne herte is with thee where ſo euer I go.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Therefore my dere darling, <hi>Trahe me poſt te,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And let me not ſtand thus deſolate,</l>
                  <l>Quia non eſt, qui conſoletur me,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="542" facs="tcp:51487:291"/>
Myne herte for thee is diſconſolate,</l>
                  <l>My paines alſo nothing me moderate,</l>
                  <l>Now if it liſt thee to ſpeake with me aliue,</l>
                  <l>Come in haſt, for my herte aſonder will riue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To thee I profer lo my poore ſeruice,</l>
                  <l>Thee for to pleaſe after mine owne entent,</l>
                  <l>I offer here, as in deuout ſacrifice,</l>
                  <l>My boxe replete with pretious oyntment,</l>
                  <l>Myne eyen twaine, weeping ſufficient,</l>
                  <l>Myne herte with anguiſh fulfilled is alas,</l>
                  <l>My ſoule eke redy for loue about to pas.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Naught els haue I thee to pleaſe or pay,</l>
                  <l>For if mine herte were gold or pretious ſtone,</l>
                  <l>It ſhould be thine without any delay,</l>
                  <l>With hertely chere thou ſhuld haue it anone,</l>
                  <l>Why ſuffreſt thou me then to ſtand alone,</l>
                  <l>Thou haſt I trow my weeping in disdaine,</l>
                  <l>Or els thou knoweſt nat what is my paine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If thou withdraw thy noble daliaunce,</l>
                  <l>For ought that euer I diſpleaſed thee,</l>
                  <l>Thou knoweſt right wel it is but ignorance,</l>
                  <l>And of no knowledge for certainte,</l>
                  <l>If I haue offended Lord forgiue it me,</l>
                  <l>Glad I am for to make full repentaunce,</l>
                  <l>Of all thing that hath bin to thy greuaunce:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Myne herte alas ſwelleth within my breſt</l>
                  <l>So ſore oppreſt with anguiſh &amp; with paine,</l>
                  <l>That all to peeces forſooth it woll breſt,</l>
                  <l>But if I ſee thy bleſſed corſe againe,</l>
                  <l>For life ne death I can nat me refraine,</l>
                  <l>If thou make delay thou maiſt be ſure</l>
                  <l>Myne hert woll leape into this ſepulture.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas my lord, why fareſt thou thus with me,</l>
                  <l>My tribulation yet haue in mind,</l>
                  <l>Where is thy mercy? where is thy pite?</l>
                  <l>Which euer I truſted in thee to find,</l>
                  <l>Sometime thou were to me both good &amp; kind,</l>
                  <l>Let it pleaſe thee my prayer to accept,</l>
                  <l>Which with teares I haue here bewept.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>On me thou oughteſt to haue very routh,</l>
                  <l>Sith for thee is all this mourning,</l>
                  <l>For ſith I to thee yplighted firſt my trouth,</l>
                  <l>I neuer varied with diſcording,</l>
                  <l>That knoweſt thou beſt, my owne darling,</l>
                  <l>Why conſtraineſt thou me thus to waile?</l>
                  <l>My wo forſooth can thee nothing availe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I haue endured without variaunce,</l>
                  <l>Right as thou knoweſt, thy louer iuſt &amp; trew,</l>
                  <l>With hert &amp; thought aye at thine ordinance,</l>
                  <l>Like to the ſaphire alway in one hew,</l>
                  <l>I neuer chaunged thee for no new,</l>
                  <l>Why withdraweſt thou my preſence,</l>
                  <l>Sith all my thought is for thine abſence,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With hert intier, ſweet Lord I crie to thee,</l>
                  <l>Encline thine ears to my petition,</l>
                  <l>And come, <hi>Voliciter exaudi me,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Remember mine herts diſpoſitioun,</l>
                  <l>It may not endure in this conditioun,</l>
                  <l>Therefore out of theſe paines, <hi>Libera me,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And where thou art, <hi>Pone me juxta te.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Let me behold, O Ieſu thy bliſſed face,</l>
                  <l>Thy faire glorious angellike viſage,</l>
                  <l>Bow thine eares to my complaint, alas,</l>
                  <l>For to conuey me out of this rage,</l>
                  <l>Alas my lord, take fro me this dommage,</l>
                  <l>And to my deſire for mercy condiſcend,</l>
                  <l>For none but thou may my greuance amend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now yet good Lord, I thee beſeech &amp; pray,</l>
                  <l>As thou raiſed my brother Lazarous</l>
                  <l>From death to life, the fourth day</l>
                  <l>Came ayen in body and ſoule precious:</l>
                  <l>As great a thing maiſt thou ſhew vnto vs,</l>
                  <l>Of thy ſelfe, by power of thy godhead,</l>
                  <l>As thou did of him, lying in graue dead.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Mine hert is wounded with thy charite,</l>
                  <l>It brenneth, it flameth inceſſauntly,</l>
                  <l>Come my dear Lord, <hi>Ad adjuvandum me,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Now be not long, my paine to multiplie,</l>
                  <l>Leaſt in the mean time I depart and die:</l>
                  <l>In thy grace I put both hope &amp; confidence,</l>
                  <l>To do as it pleaſeth thy high magnificence.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Floods of death, and tribulatioun,</l>
                  <l>Into my ſoule I feele entred full deepe,</l>
                  <l>Alas that here is no conſolatioun,</l>
                  <l>Euer I waile, euer I mourne and weepe,</l>
                  <l>And ſorowhath wounded mine hert ful deepe,</l>
                  <l>O deare loue, no maruaile though I die,</l>
                  <l>Sagittae tuae infixae ſunt mihi.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wandring in this place, as in wilderneſſe,</l>
                  <l>No comfort haue I, ne yet aſſuraunce,</l>
                  <l>Deſolate of ioy, replete with faintneſſe,</l>
                  <l>No anſwere receiuing of mine enquiraunce,</l>
                  <l>Mine herte alſo greued with diſpleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I may ſay, <hi>O Deus, Deus,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Non eſt dolor ſicut dolor meus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Mine herte expreſſeth, <hi>Quod dilexi multum,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>I may not endure though I would faine,</l>
                  <l>For now <hi>Solum ſupereſt Sepulchrum,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>I know it right well by my huge paine,</l>
                  <l>Thus for loue I may not life ſuſtaine,</l>
                  <l>But O God, I muſe what ayleth thee,</l>
                  <l>Quod ſic repente praecipitas me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas, I ſee it wol none otherwiſe be,</l>
                  <l>Now muſt I take my leaue for euermore,</l>
                  <l>This bitter paine hath almoſt diſcomfite me,</l>
                  <l>My loues corſe I can in no wiſe reſtore,</l>
                  <l>Alas to this wo that euer I was bore,</l>
                  <l>Here at this tombe now muſt I die &amp; ſtarue,</l>
                  <l>Death is about my heart for to carue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My teſtament I woll begin to make,</l>
                  <l>To God the father my ſoule I commend,</l>
                  <l>To Ieſu my loue, that died for my ſake,</l>
                  <l>My heart and all both I giue and ſend,</l>
                  <l>In whoſe loue my life maketh end,</l>
                  <l>My body alſo, to this monument,</l>
                  <l>I here bequeath both boxe and ointment.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>Of all my wills, lo now I make the laſt,</l>
                  <l>Right in this place, within this ſepulture.</l>
                  <l>I woll be buried when I am dead and paſt,</l>
                  <l>And vpon my graue I woll haue this ſcrip<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture:</l>
                  <l>Here within reſteth a ghoſtly creature,</l>
                  <l>Chriſts true louer, Mary Magdalaine,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe hart for loue brake in peeces twaine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye vertuous women, tender of nature,</l>
                  <l>Full of pitie and of compaſſion,</l>
                  <l>Reſort I pray you vnto my ſepulture,</l>
                  <l>To ſing my dirige with great deuotion,</l>
                  <l>Shew your charitie in this condition,</l>
                  <l>Sing with pitie, and let your herts weepe,</l>
                  <l>Remembring I am dead and layd to ſleepe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then when ye begin to part me fro,</l>
                  <l>And ended haue your mourning obſeruance,</l>
                  <l>Remember whereſoeuer that ye go,</l>
                  <l>Alway to ſearch &amp; make due enqueraunce</l>
                  <l>After my loue, mine herts ſuſtenaunce,</l>
                  <l>In euery towne and in euery village,</l>
                  <l>If ye may here of this noble image.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And if it happe by any grace at laſt,</l>
                  <l>That ye my true loue find in any coſt,</l>
                  <l>Say that his Magdaleine is dead and paſt,</l>
                  <l>For his pure loue hath yeelded vp the ghoſt,</l>
                  <l>Say that of all thing I loued him moſt,</l>
                  <l>And that I might not this death eſchew,</l>
                  <l>May paines ſo ſore did euer renew,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And in token of loue perpetual,</l>
                  <l>When I am buried in this place preſent</l>
                  <l>Take out mine hert, the very root and al,</l>
                  <l>And cloſe it within this boxe of ointment,</l>
                  <l>To my deare loue make thereof a preſent,</l>
                  <l>Kneeling downe with words lamentable,</l>
                  <l>Do your meſſage, ſpeake faire and tretable.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Say that to him my ſelfe I commend</l>
                  <l>A thouſand times, with herte ſo free,</l>
                  <l>This poore token ſay to him I ſend,</l>
                  <l>Pleaſeth his goodneſſe to take it in gree,</l>
                  <l>It is his own of right, it is his fee</l>
                  <l>Which he asked, when he ſaid long before,</l>
                  <l>* Giue me thy heart, and I deſire no more.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Adue my Lord, my loue ſo faire of face,</l>
                  <l>Adue my turtle doue, ſo freſh of hew,</l>
                  <l>Adue my mirth, adue all my ſollace,</l>
                  <l>Adue alas my ſauiour Lord Ieſu,</l>
                  <l>Adue the gentilleſt that euer I knew.</l>
                  <l>Adue my moſt excellent paramour,</l>
                  <l>Fairer than roſe, ſweeter than lilly flour.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Adue my hope of all pleaſure eternall,</l>
                  <l>My life, my wealth, and my proſperitie,</l>
                  <l>Mine heart of gold, my perle orientall,</l>
                  <l>Mine adamant of perfite charitie,</l>
                  <l>My cheefe refuge, and my felicitie,</l>
                  <l>My comfort, and all my recreatioun,</l>
                  <l>Farewell my perpetuall ſaluatioun.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Farewell mine Emperour Celeſtiall,</l>
                  <l>Moſt beautifull prince of all mankind,</l>
                  <l>Adue my lord, of heart moſt liberall,</l>
                  <l>Farewell my ſweeteſt, both ſoule and mind,</l>
                  <l>So louing a ſpouſe ſhall I neuer find,</l>
                  <l>Adue my ſoueraine, and very gentilman,</l>
                  <l>Farewell dere heart, as hertely as I can.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thy words eloquent flowing in ſweetneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Shal no more alas my mind recomfort,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore my life muſt end in bitterneſſe,</l>
                  <l>For in this world ſhall I neuer reſort</l>
                  <l>To thee, which was mine heauenly diſport,</l>
                  <l>I ſee alas it woll none other be,</l>
                  <l>Now farewell the ground of all dignitie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Adue the faireſt that euer was bore,</l>
                  <l>Alas I may not ſee your bleſſed face,</l>
                  <l>Now welaway that I ſhall ſee no more</l>
                  <l>Thy bleſſed viſage, ſo replete with grace,</l>
                  <l>Wherein is printed my perfite ſollace,</l>
                  <l>Adue mine hertes root and all for euer,</l>
                  <l>Now farewell, I muſt from thee diſceuer.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My ſoule for anguiſh is now full thurſty,</l>
                  <l>I faint right ſore for heauineſſe,</l>
                  <l>My lord, my ſpouſe, <hi>Cur me dereliquiſti?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Sith I for thee ſuffer all this diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>What cauſeth thee to ſeeme thus mercileſſe,</l>
                  <l>Sith it thee pleaſeth of me to make an end,</l>
                  <l>(<hi>In Manus tuas</hi>) my ſpirit I commend.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>¶Finis.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <div type="prologue">
                  <head>The Prologue to the Remedy
of LOVE.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>SEeing the manifolde inconuenience</l>
                     <l>Falling by vnbrideled proſperitie,</l>
                     <l>Which is not tempred with mortal prudence,</l>
                     <l>Nothing more wealthy than youths freeltie,</l>
                     <l>Moued I am, both of right and equitie,</l>
                     <l>To youths wele ſomewhat to write</l>
                     <l>Whereby he may himſelfe safecondite.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Firſt I note, as thing moſt noyous</l>
                     <l>Vnto youth a greeuous maladie,</l>
                     <l>Among us called loue encombrous,</l>
                     <l>Vexing yong people ſtraungelie,</l>
                     <l>Oft by force cauſeth hem to die,</l>
                     <l>Age is eke turmented by loue,</l>
                     <l>Bineath the girdle, and not aboue.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Wherfore this werk, which is right laborous</l>
                     <l>For age me need nat in hond to take,</l>
                     <l>To youth me oweth to be obſequious,</l>
                     <l>Now I begin thus to worke for his ſake,</l>
                     <l>Which may the feruence of loue aſlake</l>
                     <l>To the louer, as a mitigatiue,</l>
                     <l>To him that is none a preſeruatiue.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That mighty lord which me gouerneth,</l>
                     <l>Youth I meane, meaſure if I pace</l>
                     <l>In euery matter which him concerneth,</l>
                     <l>Firſt, as is behouefull, I woll aske grace,</l>
                     <l>
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And forthwithall in this ſame place,</l>
                     <l>Ere I begin, I woll kneel and ſa</l>
                     <l>Theſe few words, and him of helpe pray.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Flouring youth, which haſt auauntage</l>
                     <l>In ſtrength of body, in luſt and beaute,</l>
                     <l>Alſo a precelling haſt aboue age</l>
                     <l>In many a ſingular commodite,</l>
                     <l>Howbeit, one thing he hath beyond thee,</l>
                     <l>To thy moſt profite &amp; greateſt auaile,</l>
                     <l>Which ſhuld the conduit, I mean ſad coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaile.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And yet good lord, of a preſumption,</l>
                     <l>I nill depraue thy might and deitie,</l>
                     <l>I liue but vnder thy protection,</l>
                     <l>I am thy ſubiect, I weare thy liuerie,</l>
                     <l>For thou art ground of my proſperitie,</l>
                     <l>And freſheſt floure of all my garland,</l>
                     <l>My ſingular aid, as I well vnderſtand.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But as he that oweth his lord beſt ſeruiſe,</l>
                     <l>And entire faith, his honour to ſupport,</l>
                     <l>Right ſo I ſpeake, and in none other wiſe,</l>
                     <l>I knowledge my ſelfe one of the leaſt ſort</l>
                     <l>Of thy ſeruannts, to our elders comfort,</l>
                     <l>Draw ſad counſaile to thee if thou liſt,</l>
                     <l>Thee and thy power, who may then reſiſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Fie on age, vnder words few,</l>
                     <l>And his erronious opinion,</l>
                     <l>What ſpekeſt of him, which ſaith moſt vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>true,</l>
                     <l>All youth to be of ill diſpoſitioun,</l>
                     <l>Dampneth vs all without exceptioun,</l>
                     <l>And for a colerable auauntage,</l>
                     <l>He ſaith in him reſteth counſaile ſage.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Well may ſad counſaile in him reſt,</l>
                     <l>But yet his deeds ben ferre therefro,</l>
                     <l>He may ſay with our pariſh prieſt,</l>
                     <l>* Do as I ſay, but not as I do,</l>
                     <l>For I my ſelfe know one or two,</l>
                     <l>Well ſtriken in age, for neighbourhed</l>
                     <l>Woll to their neighbours wiues bed.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>He will in preſence of the young man</l>
                     <l>Her clippe and kiſſe, ye and doune lay,</l>
                     <l>To bleare his eye, thus he ſaieth than,</l>
                     <l>* O ſuffer ye old Morel to play,</l>
                     <l>Now haue I doen that I can or may,</l>
                     <l>Thus he ſaieth her husband to queme,</l>
                     <l>That he nor no man ſhould not miſdeme.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In word nor deed nedeth him not be coy,</l>
                     <l>It is impoſſible that he doe amiſſe,</l>
                     <l>If the yong man ſpeake, anone he ſaith boy,</l>
                     <l>To rebuke age, beſeemeth thee not iwis,</l>
                     <l>Thus his old face aye his warrant is,</l>
                     <l>All is in him ſleight and ſubtiltee,</l>
                     <l>And ferre from reaſon I tell thee.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And ſhortly age is not aboue me,</l>
                     <l>Age is impotent, and of no reſiſtence,</l>
                     <l>Age vnweldie may not fight nor flee,</l>
                     <l>What were age, without my defence</l>
                     <l>(Sad counſaile ſaiſt thou giueth him aſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtence)</l>
                     <l>Reaſon is freſheſt where that I am,</l>
                     <l>Wherefore in thy ſaying thou art to blame.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sith reaſon to me is rather accompanied</l>
                     <l>Than vnto age, whith is the opinion</l>
                     <l>Of euery wiſe man not to be denied,</l>
                     <l>And ſith ſad counſaile proceedeth of reaſon,</l>
                     <l>Sad counſaile in me hath his cheef manſion,</l>
                     <l>This is no nay, but what is the end</l>
                     <l>Of this thy ſuaſion, what doeſt entend.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Age to compare vnto thine excellence,</l>
                     <l>I nill preſume him ſo to dignifie,</l>
                     <l>Ye be not egall, howbeit experience</l>
                     <l>Him auauntageth, for ſhe moſt certainly,</l>
                     <l>Him teacheth what thing to him is contrary,</l>
                     <l>And oft to foreſee it, and warely eſchew</l>
                     <l>Which thou neuer aſſaideſt yet nor knew.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Experience maketh a man moſt certaine</l>
                     <l>Of any thing yearthly, and of neceſſite,</l>
                     <l>Sad counſaile requireth certaintie plaine,</l>
                     <l>So ferre to moue thus whereto need we</l>
                     <l>But to my purpoſe, as thou commandeſt me,</l>
                     <l>Shortly mine entent is thus, &amp; none other,</l>
                     <l>Vnder thy licenſe to counſaile my brother.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>How ſhuldeſt thou giue any counſail ſo yong.</l>
                     <l>Lacking experience vnto thine owne ſpeach,</l>
                     <l>I report me, I wote well as for thy tong</l>
                     <l>Wil ſerue thee right wel, but then for to teach,</l>
                     <l>I doubt me leſt that thy wit woll not reach,</l>
                     <l>Youth &amp; experience thou ſaiſt be not conuert,</l>
                     <l>How ſhouldeſt thou then teach well vnexpert.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Scripture witneſſeth, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> God will oft ſhitte</l>
                     <l>Fro the hie witted man, &amp; ſhew it to y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> child,</l>
                     <l>To him I meane that of his own witte</l>
                     <l>Preſumeth not, but is debonaire and mild,</l>
                     <l>By counſaile I entend vertue for to bild,</l>
                     <l>Which of mine elders part haue I borowed,</l>
                     <l>And part of Experience, w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> I haue ſorowed.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Wel then, if it be as thou letteſt fare,</l>
                     <l>Shew forth thy doctrine, be not agaſt,</l>
                     <l>I woll thee ſupport, looke thou not ſpare,</l>
                     <l>Maugre age, though he frete or gnaſt,</l>
                     <l>To aske age counſaile herein, were but waſt,</l>
                     <l>Boldely begin, go forth to the proceſſe,</l>
                     <l>Feare not ſith thou art of ſuch ſureneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Graunt mercie lord, ſith it thee doeth like</l>
                     <l>To licenſe me, now I woll dare boldly</l>
                     <l>Aſſail my purpoſe, with ſcriptures autentike,</l>
                     <l>My werke woll I ground, vnderſet, &amp; fortefie,</l>
                     <l>Aſpire my beginning, O thou wood furie,</l>
                     <l>Alecto, with thy ſuſters, and in eſpeciall</l>
                     <l>To the mother of ielouſie Iuno I call.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <trailer>Explicit Prologus.</trailer>
               </div>
               <div type="text_of_poem">
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                  <head>The Remedy of Love.</head>
                  <argument>
                     <p>This Book, drawn for the moſt part out of the
Proverbs of Solomon, is a warning to take heed
of the deceitful company of Women.</p>
                  </argument>
                  <lg>
                     <l>THis werke who ſo ſhall ſee or rede,</l>
                     <l>Of any incongruitie do me not impeche,</l>
                     <l>Ordinately behoueth me firſt to procede</l>
                     <l>In deduction thereof, in manner as the leche</l>
                     <l>His patients ſikneſſe oweth firſt for to ſeche,</l>
                     <l>The which known, medicin he ſhould applie,</l>
                     <l>And ſhortly as he can, then ſhape a remedie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Right ſo by counſaile, willing thee to exhort,</l>
                     <l>O yong man proſperous, which doth abound</l>
                     <l>In thy floures of luſt belongeth on thee ſort,</l>
                     <l>Me firſt to conſider what is root and ground</l>
                     <l>Of thy miſcheefe, which is plainly found,</l>
                     <l>Woman farced with fraud and deceit,</l>
                     <l>To thy confuſion moſt allectiue bait.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Fly the miſwoman, leaſt ſhe thee deceiue,</l>
                     <l>Thus ſaith Salomon, which tauȝt was fully</l>
                     <l>The falſhed of women in his days to conceiue,</l>
                     <l>The lips of a ſtrumpet ben ſweeter than hony,</l>
                     <l>Her throte he ſaith ſoupled with oil of flatery,</l>
                     <l>Howbeit, the end and effect of all</l>
                     <l>Bitterer is than any wormwood or gall.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Fly the miſwoman, louing thy life,</l>
                     <l>Ware the ſtraungers bland eloquence,</l>
                     <l>Straunge I call her that is not thy wife,</l>
                     <l>Of her beauty haue no concupiſcence,</l>
                     <l>Her countenaunce pretending beneuolence,</l>
                     <l>* Beware her ſignes, and eye ſo amiable,</l>
                     <l>Hold is for ferme, they ben deceiuable.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo an enſample what women be</l>
                     <l>In their ſignes and countenaunce ſhortly,</l>
                     <l>I woll ſhew thee how louers three</l>
                     <l>Loued one woman right entirely,</l>
                     <l>Ech of them knew others maladie,</l>
                     <l>Wherefore was all their daily labour,</l>
                     <l>Who coud approch next in her fauour.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>At ſundry ſeaſons, as fortune requireth,</l>
                     <l>Seuerally they came to ſee her welfare,</l>
                     <l>But ones it happened, loue them ſo fireth,</l>
                     <l>To ſee their Lady they all would not ſpare,</l>
                     <l>Of others coming none of them were ware,</l>
                     <l>Till all they mette, whereas they in place</l>
                     <l>Of her Lady ſaw the deſired face.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To ſupper ſet, full ſmally they eat,</l>
                     <l>Full ſober and demure in countenaunce,</l>
                     <l>For there taried none of hem for any meat,</l>
                     <l>But on his Lady to giue attendaunce,</l>
                     <l>And in ſecret wiſe ſome ſignifiaunce</l>
                     <l>Of loue to haue, which perceiuing ſhe,</l>
                     <l>Fetely executed thus her properte.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In due ſeaſon, as ſhe alway eſpied</l>
                     <l>Euery thing to execute conueniently,</l>
                     <l>Her one louer firſt friendly ſhe eied,</l>
                     <l>The ſecond ſhe offred the cup courteſly,</l>
                     <l>The third ſhe gaue token ſecretly,</l>
                     <l>Vnderneath the bord ſhe trade on his foot,</l>
                     <l>Through his entrailes tikled the hert root.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>By your leaue, might I here ask a queſtion</l>
                     <l>Of you my maiſters, that ſelve loues trace,</l>
                     <l>To you likely belongeth the ſolution,</l>
                     <l>Which of theſe three ſtood now in grace?</l>
                     <l>Clerely to anſwere ye would ask long ſpace,</l>
                     <l>The matter is doubtfull and opinable,</l>
                     <l>To acertaine you I woll my ſelfe enable.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of the foreſaid three my ſelfe was one,</l>
                     <l>No man can anſwere it better than I,</l>
                     <l>Hertely of vs beloued was there none,</l>
                     <l>* But Wattes packe we bare all by and by,</l>
                     <l>Which at laſt I my ſelfe gan aſpie,</l>
                     <l>In time as me thought then I left y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> daunce,</l>
                     <l>O thoughtfull hert, great is thy greuaunce.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Hence fro me hence, that me for to endite</l>
                     <l>Halpe aye here afore, O ye muſes nine,</l>
                     <l>Whilom ye were wont to be mine a<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>d &amp; light,</l>
                     <l>My penne to direct, my braine to illumine,</l>
                     <l>No lenger alas may I ſewe your doctrine,</l>
                     <l>The freſh luſtie metres, that I wont to make</l>
                     <l>Haue been here afore, I vtterly forſake.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Come hither thou Hermes, &amp; ye furies all,</l>
                     <l>Which fer ben vnder vs, nigh y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nether pole,</l>
                     <l>Where Pluto reigneth, O king infernall,</l>
                     <l>Send out thine arpies, ſend anguiſh &amp; dole,</l>
                     <l>Miſerie and wo, leaue ye me not ſole,</l>
                     <l>Of right be preſent muſt pain &amp; eke turment,</l>
                     <l>The pale death beſeemeth not to be abſent.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To me now I call all this lothſome ſort,</l>
                     <l>My pains tencreaſe, my ſorows to augment,</l>
                     <l>For worthie I am to be bare of all comfort,</l>
                     <l>Thus ſith I haue conſumed and miſpent</l>
                     <l>Not only my days, but my 5 fold talent,</l>
                     <l>That my lord committed me, I can't recom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pence</l>
                     <l>I may not too derely abie my negligence.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>By the path of penaunce yet woll I reuert</l>
                     <l>To the well of grace, mercy there to fetch,</l>
                     <l>* Deſpiſeſt not God the meeke contrite hert</l>
                     <l>Of the cock crow, alas y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> I would not retch,</l>
                     <l>And yet it is not late in the ſecond wetch,</l>
                     <l>Mercy ſhall I purchaſe by inceſſaunt crying,</l>
                     <l>The mercies of our lord euer ſhall I ſing.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But well maiſt thou wail wicked woman,</l>
                     <l>That thou ſhuldeſt deceiue thus any innocent</l>
                     <l>And in recompence of my ſinne, ſo as I can,</l>
                     <l>To al men wol I make &amp; leue this monument,</l>
                     <l>In ſhewing part of thy falſhed is mine entent,</l>
                     <l>For all were too much, I cannot well I wote,</l>
                     <l>The cauſe ſheweth plainly he y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thus wrote.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* If all y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> yearth were parchment ſcribable,</l>
                     <l>Speedie for the hand, and all manner wood</l>
                     <l>Were hewed and proportioned to pens able,</l>
                     <l>All water inke, in damme or in flood,</l>
                     <l>Euery man being a parfit Scribe and good,</l>
                     <l>
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The curſedneſſe yet and deceit of women</l>
                     <l>Coud not he ſhewed by the meane of pen.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I flie all odious reſemblaunces,</l>
                     <l>The deuils brond call women I might,</l>
                     <l>Whereby man is encenſed to miſchaunces,</l>
                     <l>Or a ſtinking roſe that faire is in ſight,</l>
                     <l>Or deadly empoyſon, like y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſugar white,</l>
                     <l>* Which by his ſweetneſſe cauſeth man to taſt,</l>
                     <l>And ſodainly ſleeth &amp; bringeth him to his laſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>It is not my manner to vſe ſuch language,</l>
                     <l>But this my doctrine, as I may lawfully,</l>
                     <l>I woll holly ground with authoritie ſage,</l>
                     <l>Willing both wiſedome, and vertue edifie,</l>
                     <l>* Wine and women into apoſtaſie,</l>
                     <l>Cauſe wiſemen to fall, what is that to ſay,</l>
                     <l>Of wiſedome cauſe them to forget the way.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Wherefore the wiſeman doth thee aduiſe,</l>
                     <l>In whoſe words can be found no leaſing,</l>
                     <l>With the ſtraunger to ſit in no wiſe,</l>
                     <l>Which is not thy wife, fall not in clipping</l>
                     <l>With her, but beware eke of her kiſſing,</l>
                     <l>Keep with her in wine no altercation,</l>
                     <l>Leaſt that thine hert fall by inclination.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>May a man thinkeſt hide and ſafe lay</l>
                     <l>Fire in his boſome, without empairement,</l>
                     <l>And brenning of his clothes? or whider he may</l>
                     <l>Walke on hote coles, his feet not brent?</l>
                     <l>As who ſaith nay, and whereby is ment</l>
                     <l>This foreſaid prouerbe and ſimilitude,</l>
                     <l>But that thou ridde thee plainly to denude.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>From the flatterers forgetting her gide,</l>
                     <l>The gide of her youth, I mean ſhamefaſtnes,</l>
                     <l>Which ſhuld cauſe her maidenhead to abide,</l>
                     <l>Her gods beheſt eke ſhe full recheles,</l>
                     <l>Not retching, committeth it to forgetfulnes,</l>
                     <l>* Neither God ne ſhame in her hauing place,</l>
                     <l>Needs muſt ſuch a woman lacke grace.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And all that neigh her in way of ſinne</l>
                     <l>To tourne, of grace ſhall lacke the influence,</l>
                     <l>The pathes of life no more to come in,</l>
                     <l>Wherefore firſt friend thee with Sapience,</l>
                     <l>Remembring God, and after with Prudence,</l>
                     <l>To thine owne weale that they thee keepe,</l>
                     <l>Vnto thine hert leaſt her words creepe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In his book where I take my moſt ground,</l>
                     <l>And in his prouerbes, ſage Salomon</l>
                     <l>Telleth a tale, which is plainly found</l>
                     <l>In the fifth chapiter, whider in deed don,</l>
                     <l>Or meekely feined to our inſtruction,</l>
                     <l>Let clerkes determine, but this am I ſure,</l>
                     <l>Much like thing I haue had in vre.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>At my window ſaith he I looked out,</l>
                     <l>Fair yong people, where I ſaw many,</l>
                     <l>Among hem all, as I looked about,</l>
                     <l>To a yong man fortuned I lent mine eye,</l>
                     <l>Eſtraunged from his mind it was likely,</l>
                     <l>By the ſtreet at a corner nigh his own hous,</l>
                     <l>He went about with eye right curious.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When that the day his light gan withdraw,</l>
                     <l>And the night approched in the twilight,</l>
                     <l>How a woman came and met him I ſaw,</l>
                     <l>Talking with him vnder ſhade of the night,</l>
                     <l>Now bleſſed be God (qd. ſhe) of his might,</l>
                     <l>Which hath fulfilled mine hearts deſire,</l>
                     <l>Aſſaked my paines, which were hote as fire.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And yet mine authour, as it is skill,</l>
                     <l>To follow, I muſt tell her arrayment,</l>
                     <l>She was full nice, ſoules like to ſpill,</l>
                     <l>As nice in countenaunce yet as in garment,</l>
                     <l>For jangling ſhe was of reſt impatient,</l>
                     <l>Wandring ſtill, in no place ſhe ſtode,</l>
                     <l>But reſtleſſe now, and now out ſhe yode.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now in the houſe, now in the ſtrete,</l>
                     <l>Now at a corner ſhe ſtandeth in await,</l>
                     <l>Inceſſauntly buſie her pray for to gete,</l>
                     <l>To bring to the lure whom ſhe doth lait.</l>
                     <l>Now where I left, vnto my matter ſtrait</l>
                     <l>I woll tourne againe, how ſhe him mette,</l>
                     <l>Sweetly kiſſed, and friendly hem grette.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With words of curteſie many and diuerſe,</l>
                     <l>Right as in part I haue before told,</l>
                     <l>Now as I can, I purpoſe to reherſe,</l>
                     <l>How ſhe flattering ſaid with viſage bold,</l>
                     <l>I haue made vowes and offerings manifold</l>
                     <l>For thy ſake, O mine hert, O my loue dere,</l>
                     <l>This day I thanke God all performed were.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Therefore I came out, &amp; made thus aſtart,</l>
                     <l>Very deſirous your welfare to ſee,</l>
                     <l>Now I haue ſeene you, pleaſed is mine hert,</l>
                     <l>In faith ſhall none haue my loue but ye,</l>
                     <l>As true as I am to you, be to me,</l>
                     <l>I pray you hertely dere hert come home,</l>
                     <l>No man ſhould be to me ſo welcome.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And in good faith, the ſooth for to ſay,</l>
                     <l>Your comming to me ran in my thought,</l>
                     <l>Herke in your eare, my bed freſh and gay,</l>
                     <l>I haue behanged with tapettes new bought,</l>
                     <l>From Egipt, &amp; from far countries brought,</l>
                     <l>Steined with many a luſtie freſh hue,</l>
                     <l>Exceeding gold or Iaſper in value.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>My chamber is ſtrowed with mirre &amp; inſence,</l>
                     <l>With ſote ſauoring aloes, &amp; with ſinamome,</l>
                     <l>Breathing an Aromatike redolence,</l>
                     <l>Surmounting Olibane, in any mans dome,</l>
                     <l>Ye ſhall betweene my breaſts reſt if ye come,</l>
                     <l>Let vs haue our deſired halſing,</l>
                     <l>For we may ſafe be till in the morning.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Mine husband is not at home, he is went</l>
                     <l>Forth in his journey, a farre way hence,</l>
                     <l>A bagge with money he hath with him hent,</l>
                     <l>As him thought needfull for his expence,</l>
                     <l>Vnto my word giue faith and credence,</l>
                     <l>Now is the Moone yong, and of light dull,</l>
                     <l>Ere he come home, it woll be at the full.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus craftely hath ſhe him beſette</l>
                     <l>With her lime roddes, panter, and ſnare,</l>
                     <l>
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The ſelie ſoule caught in her nette,</l>
                     <l>Of her ſugred mouth alas nothing ware,</l>
                     <l>Thus is he left graceleſſe and bare</l>
                     <l>Of helpe, comfort, and ghoſtly ſuccour,</l>
                     <l>And furthermore, as ſaith mine authour.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As a beaſt led to his death, doth pant,</l>
                     <l>This yong man followeth her in that ſtound,</l>
                     <l>And as a wanton Lambe full ignorant,</l>
                     <l>How he is pulled and drawen to be bound,</l>
                     <l>Vnto the time he hath his deaths wound,</l>
                     <l>And like a bird that haſteth to the grin,</l>
                     <l>Not knowing the perill of his life therein.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now gentle ſonne, ſaith Salomon, take hede</l>
                     <l>My words in thy breaſt keepe and make faſt,</l>
                     <l>Let her not thy mind in her waies miſlede,</l>
                     <l>Be not deceiued, leſe not thy taſt,</l>
                     <l>Many hath ſhe wounded, many doune caſt,</l>
                     <l>Many ſtrong by her hath loſt their breath,</l>
                     <l>Her waies, waies of hell leading to death.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And in this little narration precedent,</l>
                     <l>The womans manifold gilt I attend,</l>
                     <l>The yong man alas how ſhe hath ſhent,</l>
                     <l>Deceiued her husband, her own next friend,</l>
                     <l>In theſe both, her God ſhe doth offend,</l>
                     <l>To break her ſpouſail, to her is of no weight,</l>
                     <l>Furdermore to ſhew womans craft &amp; ſleight.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>A woman at her dore ſate on a ſtall,</l>
                     <l>To ſee folke paſſe by ſtreets of the cite,</l>
                     <l>With eye and countenance eke ſhe gan call,</l>
                     <l>If there be any prety one come nere to me,</l>
                     <l>Come hither ye piggeſnye, ye little babe,</l>
                     <l>At laſt ſhe ſaid to a yong man hartleſſe,</l>
                     <l>Of her deceit vnware and defenceleſſe:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Much ſweeter ſhe ſaith, &amp; more acceptable</l>
                     <l>Is drinke, when it is ſtollen priuely,</l>
                     <l>Tha when it is taken in forme auowable:</l>
                     <l>Bread hid and gotten jeoperdouſly,</l>
                     <l>Muſt needs be ſweet, and ſemblably,</l>
                     <l>* Veniſon ſtolne is aye the ſweeter,</l>
                     <l>The ferther the narrower fet the better.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And whom this woman (ſaith Salom.) feſtes,</l>
                     <l>The yong man woteth not whom ſhe doth fede,</l>
                     <l>Of the dark deepneſſe of hell ben her gheſts,</l>
                     <l>Beware yong man therefore I thee rede,</l>
                     <l>And how be it cheefly for thy good ſpede,</l>
                     <l>This werk to compile I haue take in charge,</l>
                     <l>I muſt of pity my charity enlarge.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>With the ſelie man which is thus begiled,</l>
                     <l>Her husband I mean, I woll wepe and waile</l>
                     <l>His painfull infortune, whereby reuiled</l>
                     <l>Cauſeleſſe he is, neuer to conuaile,</l>
                     <l>Euery man yong and old woll him aſſaile</l>
                     <l>With words of occaſion, with the loth name,</l>
                     <l>And alas good ſoule, he nothing to blame.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But ſhe that coud ſo ill do and wold,</l>
                     <l>Hers be the blame for her demerite,</l>
                     <l>And leaue that opprobrous name cokold,</l>
                     <l>To aproper to him as in diſpite,</l>
                     <l>Ranſake yet we would if we might,</l>
                     <l>Of this worde the true Ortographie,</l>
                     <l>The very diſcent and Ethimologie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The well and ground of the firſt inuencion,</l>
                     <l>To know the ortographie we muſt deriue,</l>
                     <l>Which is coke and cold, in compoſicion,</l>
                     <l>By reaſon, as nigh as I can contriue,</l>
                     <l>Then how it is written we know beliue,</l>
                     <l>But yet lo, by what reaſon and ground,</l>
                     <l>Was it of theſe two wordes compound.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As of one cauſe to giue very judgement,</l>
                     <l>Themilogie let vs firſt behold:</l>
                     <l>Eche letter an hole word doth repreſent,</l>
                     <l>As C, put for colde, and O, for old,</l>
                     <l>K, is for knaue, thus diuers men hold,</l>
                     <l>The firſt parte of this name we haue found,</l>
                     <l>Let vs ethimologiſe the ſecond.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As the firſt finder ment I am ſure,</l>
                     <l>C, for calot, for of, we haue O,</l>
                     <l>L, for leude, O, for demeanure,</l>
                     <l>The craft of the enuentour ye may ſee lo,</l>
                     <l>How one name ſignifieth perſones two,</l>
                     <l>A colde old knaue, cokold himſelfe wening,</l>
                     <l>And eke a calot of leude demeaning.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The ſecond cauſe of thimpoſicion,</l>
                     <l>Of this foreſaid name of jealouſie,</l>
                     <l>To be jelouſe is greateſt occaſion</l>
                     <l>To be cokold, that men can aſpie,</l>
                     <l>And though the paſſion be very firie,</l>
                     <l>And of continuell feruence and heete,</l>
                     <l>The pacient aye ſuffreth cold on his feete.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And who that is jelous, and aye in a drede,</l>
                     <l>Is full of Melancolie and gallie ire,</l>
                     <l>His wiues noſe (if ſhe miſſe trede,)</l>
                     <l>He woll cut off, ye and conſpire</l>
                     <l>His death who that woll her deſire:</l>
                     <l>Which ſhe perceiuing braſteth his gall,</l>
                     <l>And anone his great woodneſſe doth fall.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As ſoone as ſhe hath knit him that knot,</l>
                     <l>Now is he tame that was ſo ramagious,</l>
                     <l>Mekely ſitteth he doune and taketh his lot,</l>
                     <l>Layed been now his lookes ſo furious,</l>
                     <l>And he but late as a cocke bataylous,</l>
                     <l>Hote in his quarell, to auenge him bold,</l>
                     <l>Now is he called both coke and cold.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This ſaying, to all curteſie diſſonant,</l>
                     <l>Which ſeemeth that it of malice grewe,</l>
                     <l>In this rude treatiſe I woll not plant,</l>
                     <l>As parcell thereof, but onely to ſhewe,</l>
                     <l>The opinion of the talcatife ſhrewe,</l>
                     <l>* Which in ill ſaying is euer merie,</l>
                     <l>No man as I thereof ſo werie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But I as parcell of this my booke,</l>
                     <l>Woll graffe in ſome ſad counſaile whereby,</l>
                     <l>The wedded man, if he daigne to looke</l>
                     <l>In it, the better ſhall mowe him gie,</l>
                     <l>And prouide for his ſaid infortunie,</l>
                     <l>Which as I haue ſaid, with him complaine</l>
                     <l>I woll, as partener of his great paine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
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                     <l>As moſt expedient to his weale,</l>
                     <l>I would all jelouſie were abject,</l>
                     <l>If he be jelous, that he it conceale,</l>
                     <l>And in his labour be circumſpect,</l>
                     <l>To know her wayes if they ſeeme ſuſpect,</l>
                     <l>* And not for to breake, for one word broken,</l>
                     <l>She woll not miſſe but ſhe woll be wroken.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* Forbid her not, that thou noldeſt haue don,</l>
                     <l>For looke what thing ſhe is forbod,</l>
                     <l>To that of all things ſhe is moſt prone,</l>
                     <l>Namely if it be ill and no good,</l>
                     <l>Till it be executed ſhe is nigh wood,</l>
                     <l>Soch is a woman, and ſoch is her feat,</l>
                     <l>* Her craft by craft, labour to defeat.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If thou hereafter, now a ſingle man,</l>
                     <l>Shouldeſt be jelous if thou haddeſt a wife,</l>
                     <l>Wedde not but if thou can truſt woman,</l>
                     <l>For els ſhouldeſt lede a carefull life,</l>
                     <l>That thou moſt lotheſt ſhould be full rife,</l>
                     <l>Yet I nill gaineſay Matrimonie,</l>
                     <l>* But <hi>Melius eſt nubere quam uri.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>That is to ſay, better is in Wedlocke,</l>
                     <l>A wife to take, as the church doth kenne,</l>
                     <l>Than to been vnder the fleſhes yoke,</l>
                     <l>In fleſhly luſt alway for to brenne.</l>
                     <l>But as I ſaid, for all jelous menne,</l>
                     <l>* So they liue chaſte, I hold it laſſe ill,</l>
                     <l>That they wedde not, than them ſelf ſpill.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The ſingle man which is yet to wedde,</l>
                     <l>And not the wedded man, thus I rede,</l>
                     <l>To warne him now he is too farre ſpedde,</l>
                     <l>It is too late him to forbedde,</l>
                     <l>But let him take as for his owne need,</l>
                     <l>Soch counſaile as is him before told,</l>
                     <l>Theſe words folowing eke to behold.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thy water to keep the wiſeman doth teach,</l>
                     <l>That thou in no wiſe let it haue iſſue,</l>
                     <l>At a narow rifte, way it woll ſeach,</l>
                     <l>And ſemblably the woman vntrue,</l>
                     <l>To giue her free walke in al wiſe eſchue,</l>
                     <l>* If ſhe at large, not at thine hand walke,</l>
                     <l>She woll thee ſhame, thou ſhalt it not balke.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Wedded or ſingle, thus ſaith the wiſeman,</l>
                     <l>* Her that both day and night euermore,</l>
                     <l>Lithe in thy boſome, wife or yet lemman,</l>
                     <l>Loue not to hote, leaſt thou repent ſore,</l>
                     <l>Leaſt ſhe thee bring into ſome ill lore,</l>
                     <l>Thy wife not to loue yet I nill ſupport,</l>
                     <l>But that thou dote not, thus I thee exhort.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Lo if thou loue her, loue eke thine honeſtie,</l>
                     <l>Be ſhe not idell, for what woll betide,</l>
                     <l>* If ſhe ſit idell, of very neceſſitie,</l>
                     <l>Her mind woll ſearch ferre and eke wide,</l>
                     <l>Namely if ſhe be not accompanide,</l>
                     <l>How accompanied, not with yong men,</l>
                     <l>But with maidens I meane or women.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Maiden ſeruants be right conuenient,</l>
                     <l>In houſe to helpe to doe her ſeruice,</l>
                     <l>In whom ſhe may vſe her commaundement,</l>
                     <l>In the ſeaſon at her owne deuice:</l>
                     <l>To teach hem good, yeue her thine aduice,</l>
                     <l>To make them huſwiues, thus buſineſſe</l>
                     <l>May yet refraine her from idleneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But bide not her that thou wolt haue do,</l>
                     <l>Of thine entent that might be letting,</l>
                     <l>But craftely encourage her thereto</l>
                     <l>By other meanes, as by commending,</l>
                     <l>And not too moch, but duely menging</l>
                     <l>Both praiſe and blame, and in thy reaſon</l>
                     <l>Firſt praiſe wiſely the place and ſeaſon.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of faithfull will, and hert full tender,</l>
                     <l>One thing I call into remembraunce</l>
                     <l>Again which, though my wit be ſlender,</l>
                     <l>After my power and ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                     <l>I purpoſe to make a purueyaunce,</l>
                     <l>Sith women of nature been vnchaungeable,</l>
                     <l>Freale, not ware, alſo diſceiuable.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Be it that thy wife be excellently good,</l>
                     <l>That none be better of diſpoſicion,</l>
                     <l>In proceſſe of time ſhe might turn her mood,</l>
                     <l>By ſome miſſe liuers inſtigacion,</l>
                     <l>* Diuers men to thilke occupacion,</l>
                     <l>Aplien daily, minde and eke hert,</l>
                     <l>From her goodneſſe women to peruert.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If thou aſpie any ſuſpect perſon,</l>
                     <l>Draw to thy wife, beware in all wiſe</l>
                     <l>To him nor her of thy ſuſpeccion</l>
                     <l>Breake not one worde, though thine herte a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>griſe,</l>
                     <l>* Kindle no fire, no ſmoke woll ariſe,</l>
                     <l>Though he be of a corrupt entent,</l>
                     <l>She perauenture is not of aſſent.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Complaint of Mars
and Venus.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>GLadeth ye louers in the morowe graie,</l>
                  <l>Lo Venus riſen among you Rows rede,</l>
                  <l>And floures freſhe honour ye this daie,</l>
                  <l>For when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſun vpriſt then wold they ſprede,</l>
                  <l>But ye louers that lie in any drede,</l>
                  <l>Flieth leaſt wicked tongues you aſpie,</l>
                  <l>Lo yonde the Sun, the candell of jelouſie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With tears blew, &amp; with a wounded hert</l>
                  <l>Taketh your leue, &amp; with ſaint Iohn to borow</l>
                  <l>Apeſeth ſomewhat of your paines ſmert,</l>
                  <l>Time cometh eft, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ceſſen ſhall your ſorow,</l>
                  <l>* The glad night is worth an heauy morow,</l>
                  <l>Saint Valentine, a foule thus heard I ſing,</l>
                  <l>Vpon thy day, or Sun gan vp ſpring.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet ſang this foule, I rede you all awake,</l>
                  <l>And ye that haue not choſen in humble wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Without repenting cheſeth your make,</l>
                  <l>Yet at the leaſt, renoueleth your ſeruice:</l>
                  <l>And ye that haue full choſen as I deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>
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Confermeth it perpetually to dure,</l>
                  <l>And paciently taketh your auenture.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And for the worſhip of this high feaſt,</l>
                  <l>Yet woll I my briddes wiſe ſing,</l>
                  <l>The ſentence of the complaint at the leaſt,</l>
                  <l>That wofull Mars made at the departing</l>
                  <l>Fro freſh Venus in a morowning,</l>
                  <l>When Phebus with his firie torches rede,</l>
                  <l>Ranſaked hath euery louer in his drede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Whilome the three heauens lorde aboue,</l>
                  <l>As well by heauenlich reuolucion,</l>
                  <l>As by deſert hath wonne Venus his loue,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe hath take him in ſubiection,</l>
                  <l>And as a maiſtreſſe taught him his leſſon,</l>
                  <l>Commaunding him neuer in her ſeruice,</l>
                  <l>He were ſo bold no louer to diſpiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For ſhe forbade him iealouſie at all,</l>
                  <l>And cruelty, and boſte, and tyranny,</l>
                  <l>She made him at her luſt ſo humble &amp; tall,</l>
                  <l>That when ſhe dained to caſt on him her iye,</l>
                  <l>He tooke in patience to liue or die,</l>
                  <l>And thus ſhe bridleth him in her maner,</l>
                  <l>With nothing, but with ſcorning of her chere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Who reigneth now in bliſſe but Venus,</l>
                  <l>That hath this worthy knight in gouernance</l>
                  <l>Who ſingeth now but Mars y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſerueth thus,</l>
                  <l>The faire Venus, cauſer of pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>He bint him to perpetuel obeyſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe binte her to loue him for euer,</l>
                  <l>But ſo be that his treſpace it diſceuer.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus be they kint, &amp; reignen as in heuen,</l>
                  <l>By loking moſt, as it fell on a tide,</l>
                  <l>That by her both aſſent was ſet a ſteuen,</l>
                  <l>That Mars ſhall entre as faſt as he may glide,</l>
                  <l>In to her next palais to abide,</l>
                  <l>Walking his courſe till ſhe had him ytake,</l>
                  <l>And he prayed her to haſt her for his ſake.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then ſaid he thus, mine herts lady ſweete,</l>
                  <l>Ye know well my miſchief in that place,</l>
                  <l>For ſikerly till that I with you meete,</l>
                  <l>My life ſtante there in auenture and grace,</l>
                  <l>But when I ſee the beaute of your face,</l>
                  <l>There is no drede of death may do me ſmert,</l>
                  <l>For all your luſts is eaſe to mine hert,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She hath ſo great compaſſion of her knight,</l>
                  <l>That dwelleth in ſolitude till ſhe come,</l>
                  <l>For it ſtode ſo, that ilke time no wight,</l>
                  <l>Counſailed him, ne ſaid to him welcome,</l>
                  <l>That nigh her wit for ſorow was ouercome</l>
                  <l>Wherfore ſhe ſpedded as faſt in her way,</l>
                  <l>Almoſt in one day as he did in tway.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The great ioy that was betwix hem two,</l>
                  <l>When they be mette, there may no tong tel,</l>
                  <l>There is no more but unto bedde they go,</l>
                  <l>And thus in ioy and bliſſe I let hem dwell,</l>
                  <l>This worthy Mars y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> is of knighthood well,</l>
                  <l>The floure of fairneſſe happeth in his arms,</l>
                  <l>And Venus kiſſeth Mars the God of arms.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Soiourned hath this Mars, of which I rede</l>
                  <l>In chambre amidde the palais priuely,</l>
                  <l>A certaine time, till him fell a drede,</l>
                  <l>Through Phebus y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was commen haſtely,</l>
                  <l>Within the palais yates ſturdely,</l>
                  <l>With torch in hond, of which y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſtremes bright</l>
                  <l>On Venus chambre, knockeden ful light.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The chambre there as lay this freſh queene,</l>
                  <l>Depainted was with white boles grete,</l>
                  <l>And by the light ſhe knew that ſhon ſo ſhene,</l>
                  <l>That Phebus cam to bren hem with his hete</l>
                  <l>This ſilly Venus ny dreint in teares wete,</l>
                  <l>Enbraſeth Mars, and ſaid alas I die,</l>
                  <l>The torch is come, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> al this world wol wrie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Vp ſterte Mars, him liſt not to ſleepe,</l>
                  <l>When he his lady herde ſo complaine,</l>
                  <l>But for his nature was not for to weepe,</l>
                  <l>Inſtede of teares from his eyen twaine,</l>
                  <l>The firy ſparcles ſprongen out for paine,</l>
                  <l>And hente his hauberke that lay him beſide,</l>
                  <l>Flie wold he nought, ne might himſelf hide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>He throweth on his helme of huge weight,</l>
                  <l>And girt him with his ſwerde, &amp; in his honde</l>
                  <l>His mighty ſpeare, as he was wont to feight,</l>
                  <l>He ſhoketh ſo, that it almoſt to wonde,</l>
                  <l>Full heuy was he to walken ouer londe,</l>
                  <l>He may not hold with Venus company,</l>
                  <l>But had her flie leaſt Phebus her eſpy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O woful Mars alas, what maiſt thou ſain</l>
                  <l>That in the palais of thy diſturbaunce,</l>
                  <l>Art left behind in peril to be ſlain,</l>
                  <l>And yet there to is double thy penaunce,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe that hath thine hert in gouernance,</l>
                  <l>Is paſſed halfe the ſtremes of thine eyen,</l>
                  <l>That thou nere ſwift, wel maiſt thou wepe and crien.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now flieth Nenus in to Ciclinius tour,</l>
                  <l>With void corſe, for fear of Phebus light,</l>
                  <l>Alas and there hath ſhe no ſocour,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe ne found ne ſey no maner wight,</l>
                  <l>And eke as there ſhe had but littel might,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore her ſelven for to hide and ſaue,</l>
                  <l>Within the gate ſhe fledde in to a caue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Darke was this caue, &amp; ſmoking as the hell</l>
                  <l>Nat but two paas within the yate it ſtood,</l>
                  <l>A naturel day in darke I let her dwell,</l>
                  <l>Now wol I ſpeake of Mars furious &amp; wood,</l>
                  <l>For ſorow he wold haue ſeene his hert blood,</l>
                  <l>Sith y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he might haue done her no company,</l>
                  <l>He ne rought not a mite for to die.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So feble he wext for hete and for his wo,</l>
                  <l>That nigh he ſwelt, he might vnneth endure</l>
                  <l>He paſſeth but a ſterre in daies two,</l>
                  <l>But neuertheles, for al his hevy armure,</l>
                  <l>He foloweth her that is his liues cure,</l>
                  <l>For whoſe departing he tooke greater yre,</l>
                  <l>Than for all his brenning in the fire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>After he walketh ſoftly a paas,</l>
                  <l>Complayning that it pitie was to here,</l>
                  <l>
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He ſaide, O lady bright Venus alas,</l>
                  <l>That euer ſo wide a compas is my ſphere,</l>
                  <l>Alas, when ſhall I mete you hert dere,</l>
                  <l>This twelve dayes of April I endure,</l>
                  <l>Through ielous Phebus this miſauenture.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now God helpe ſely Venus alone,</l>
                  <l>But as God wold it happed for to be,</l>
                  <l>That while y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> weping Venus made her mone</l>
                  <l>Ciclinius riding in his chyuanche,</l>
                  <l>Fro Venus Valanus might this palais ſee,</l>
                  <l>And Venus he ſalueth, and maketh chere,</l>
                  <l>And her receiueth as his frende full dere,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Mars dwelleth forth in his aduerſite,</l>
                  <l>Complayning ever in her departing,</l>
                  <l>And w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> his complaint was remembreth me,</l>
                  <l>And therefore in this luſty morowning,</l>
                  <l>As I beſt can, I wol it ſaine and ſing,</l>
                  <l>And after that I woll my leaue take,</l>
                  <l>And God yeue euery wight ioy of his make.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Complaint of Mars.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THe order of complaint requireth skilful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly,</l>
                  <l>That if a wight ſhal plain pitouſly,</l>
                  <l>There mote be cauſe wherfore y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> men plain,</l>
                  <l>Or men may deme he plaineth folily,</l>
                  <l>And cauſeles, alas that am not I,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore the ground &amp; cauſe of al my pain,</l>
                  <l>So as my troubled witte may it attain,</l>
                  <l>I wol reherſe, not for to haue redreſſe,</l>
                  <l>But to declare my ground of heuineſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The firſt time alas, that I was wrought,</l>
                  <l>And for certain effects hider brought,</l>
                  <l>By him that lorded each intelligence,</l>
                  <l>I yaue my trew ſeruice and my thought,</l>
                  <l>For euermo, how dere I haue it bought,</l>
                  <l>To her that is of ſo great excellence,</l>
                  <l>That what wight y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſheweth firſt her offence,</l>
                  <l>When ſhe is wroth &amp; taketh of him no cure,</l>
                  <l>He may not long in ioy of love endure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This is no fained mater that I tell,</l>
                  <l>My lady is the very ſours and well</l>
                  <l>Of beaute, luſte, fredome, and gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Of rich array, how dere men it ſell,</l>
                  <l>Of all diſport in which me frendly dwell,</l>
                  <l>Of loue and play, and of benigne humbleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Of ſowne of inſtruments of al ſweetneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And thereto ſo well fortuned and thewed,</l>
                  <l>That through y<hi rend="sup">e</hi>world her goodnes is ſhewed.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What wonder is then though that I be ſet</l>
                  <l>My ſeruice on ſoch one that may me knet</l>
                  <l>To wele or wo, ſith it lithe in her might,</l>
                  <l>Therfore myne hert for euer I to her hette,</l>
                  <l>Ne trewly for my death ſhall I not lette,</l>
                  <l>To ben her treweſt ſeruaunt &amp; her knight,</l>
                  <l>I flatter nat, that may wete euery wight,</l>
                  <l>For this day in her ſeruice ſhall I dye,</l>
                  <l>But grace be, I ſee her neuer with eye.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To whom ſhall I plaine of my diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Who may me help, who may my hert redreſſe?</l>
                  <l>Shall I complaine vnto my lady free,</l>
                  <l>Nay certes, for ſhe hath ſoch heauineſſe,</l>
                  <l>For feare and eke for wo, that as I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>In littel time it would her bane bee,</l>
                  <l>But were ſhe ſafe, it were no force of mee,</l>
                  <l>Alas that euer louers more endure,</l>
                  <l>For loue ſo many perilous auenture.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For though ſo be that louers be as trewe,</l>
                  <l>As any metal that is forged newe,</l>
                  <l>In many a caſe hem tideth oft ſorowe,</l>
                  <l>Somtime her ladies woll nat on hem rewe,</l>
                  <l>Somtime if that ielouſie it knewe,</l>
                  <l>They might lightly lay her heed to borow,</l>
                  <l>Somtime enuious folk with tongs horow,</l>
                  <l>Deprauen hem alas, whom may they pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>But he befalſe, no louer hath his eaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But what auaileth ſoch a long ſermonun,</l>
                  <l>Of auentures of loue vp and doun,</l>
                  <l>I wol retourne and ſpeaken of my paine,</l>
                  <l>The point is this of my diſtructioun,</l>
                  <l>My right lady, my ſaluacioun,</l>
                  <l>Is in affray, and not to whom to plaine,</l>
                  <l>O herte ſweete, O lady ſoueraine,</l>
                  <l>For your diſeaſe I ought wel ſwoun &amp; ſwelt,</l>
                  <l>Though I none other harme ne drede felt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To what fine made the God that ſit ſo hie,</l>
                  <l>Beneth him loue other companie,</l>
                  <l>And ſtraineth folke to loue mauger her heed,</l>
                  <l>And then her ioy for aught I can eſpie,</l>
                  <l>Ne laſteth not the twinckling of an eye,</l>
                  <l>And ſome haue neuer ioy till they be deed,</l>
                  <l>What meaneth this, what is this miſtiheed,</l>
                  <l>Wherto conſtraineth he his folke ſo faſt,</l>
                  <l>Thing to deſire but it ſhould laſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And though he made a louer loue a thing,</l>
                  <l>And maketh it ſeem ſtedfaſt and during,</l>
                  <l>Yet putteth he in it ſoch miſauenture,</l>
                  <l>That reſt nis there in his yeuing.</l>
                  <l>And that is wonder that ſo iuſt a king,</l>
                  <l>Doth ſuch hardneſſe to his creature,</l>
                  <l>Thus whether loue breake or els dure,</l>
                  <l>Algates he that hath with loue to done,</l>
                  <l>Hath after wo, then chaunged is the Moone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>It ſeemeth he hath to louers enmite,</l>
                  <l>And like a fiſher, as men may all day ſe,</l>
                  <l>Baited his angle hoke with ſome pleaſance,</l>
                  <l>Til many a fiſh is wood till that he be</l>
                  <l>Ceaſed therwith, and then at erſt hath he</l>
                  <l>All his deſire, and therwith all miſchaunce,</l>
                  <l>And though the line breke he hath penance,</l>
                  <l>For with that hoke he wounded is ſo ſore,</l>
                  <l>That he his wages hath for euermore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The broche of Thebes was of ſoch kinde,</l>
                  <l>So full of rubies and of ſtones of Inde,</l>
                  <l>That euery wight that ſet on it an eye,</l>
                  <l>He wende anone to worth out of his mind,</l>
                  <l>So ſore the beaute wold his hert bind,</l>
                  <l>Till he it had, him thought he muſt die,</l>
                  <l>
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And when that it was his then ſhould he dry,</l>
                  <l>Soch wo for drede aye while that he it had,</l>
                  <l>That welnigh for the feare he ſhould mad.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when it was fro his poſſeſſion,</l>
                  <l>Then had he double wo and paſſion,</l>
                  <l>That he ſo faire a jewell hath forgo,</l>
                  <l>But yet this broche, as in concluſion,</l>
                  <l>Was not the cauſe of his confuſion,</l>
                  <l>But he that wrought it enfortuned it ſo,</l>
                  <l>That euery wight that had it ſhold haue wo,</l>
                  <l>And therfore in the worcher was the vice,</l>
                  <l>And in the coueitour that was ſo nice.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So fareth it by louers, and by me,</l>
                  <l>For though my lady haue ſo great beaute,</l>
                  <l>That I was mad till I had gette her grace,</l>
                  <l>She was not cauſe of mine aduerſite,</l>
                  <l>But he that wrought her, as mote I thee,</l>
                  <l>That put ſoch a beaute in her face,</l>
                  <l>That made me coueiten and purchaſe</l>
                  <l>Mine owne death, him wite I, that I die,</l>
                  <l>And mine vnwit that ever I clambe ſo hie,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But to you hardy knights of renowne,</l>
                  <l>Sith that ye be of my deviſtowne,</l>
                  <l>Al be I not worthy to ſo great a name,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſaine theſe clerkes I am your patrone,</l>
                  <l>Therfore ye ought haue ſome compaſſion</l>
                  <l>Of my diſeaſe, and take it nat a game,</l>
                  <l>The proudeſt of you may be made ful tame,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore I pray you of your gentileſſe,</l>
                  <l>That ye complaine for mine heauineſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ye my ladies that be true and ſtable,</l>
                  <l>By way of kind ye ought to ben able,</l>
                  <l>To haue pite of folke that been in paine,</l>
                  <l>Now haue ye cauſe to cloth you in ſable,</l>
                  <l>Sith that your empres the honorable,</l>
                  <l>Is deſolate, wel ought you to plaine,</l>
                  <l>Now ſhould your holy teares fall and raine,</l>
                  <l>Alas your honour and your emprice,</l>
                  <l>Nigh deed for drede, ne can her not cheuice.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Complaineth eke ye louers all in fere,</l>
                  <l>For her that with unfained humble chere,</l>
                  <l>Was euer redy to do you ſocour,</l>
                  <l>Complaineth her y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> euer hath be you dere,</l>
                  <l>Complaineth beaute, freedome, &amp; manere,</l>
                  <l>Complaineth her that endeth your labour,</l>
                  <l>Complaineth thilke enſample of al honour,</l>
                  <l>That neuer did but gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Kytheth therfore in her ſome kindneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Complaint of Venus.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THere nis ſo high comfort to my pleaſance,</l>
                  <l>When that I am in any heauineſſe,</l>
                  <l>As to haue <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ayſer of remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the manhood and the worthineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the trouth, and on the ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Of him whoſe I am al while I may dure,</l>
                  <l>There ought to blame me no creature,</l>
                  <l>For euery wight praiſeth his gentilleſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In him is bounte, wiſdome, &amp; gouernaunce,</l>
                  <l>Wel more than any mans witte can geſſe,</l>
                  <l>For grace hath wolde ſo ferforth him auance,</l>
                  <l>That of knighthood he his parſite richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Honour honoureth him for his nobleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Thereto ſo well hath fourmed him nature,</l>
                  <l>That I am his foreuer I him enſure,</l>
                  <l>For euery wight praiſeth his gentilleſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And nat withſtanding all his ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>His gentil herte is of ſo great humbleſſe,</l>
                  <l>To me in word, in werke, &amp; in countenance,</l>
                  <l>And me to ſerue is all his beſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>That I am ſette in very ſikerneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Thus ought I bliſſe well mine auentour,</l>
                  <l>Sith that him liſt me ſernen and honour,</l>
                  <l>For euery wight praiſeth his gentilleſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now certes, loue, it is right couenable</l>
                  <l>That men ful dere abie thy noble things,</l>
                  <l>As wake a bedde, and faſten at the table,</l>
                  <l>Weping to laugh &amp; ſing in complainings,</l>
                  <l>And downe to caſt viſage and lookings,</l>
                  <l>Often to chaunge viſage and countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>Play in ſleeping, and dremen at the daunce,</l>
                  <l>All the reuers of any glad feeling.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ielouſie he hanged by a cable,</l>
                  <l>She wold al know through her eſpying,</l>
                  <l>There doth no wight nothing ſo reaſonable,</l>
                  <l>That al nis harme in her imagining,</l>
                  <l>Thus dere about is loue in yeuing,</l>
                  <l>Which oft he yeueth without ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>As ſorow ynough, and little of pleſaunce,</l>
                  <l>All the reuers of any glad feeling.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A little time his yeft is greable,</l>
                  <l>But full accombrous is the vſing,</l>
                  <l>For ſubtel ielouſie the diſceiuable,</l>
                  <l>Full often time cauſeth diſtourbing,</l>
                  <l>Thus ben we euer in drede and ſuffring,</l>
                  <l>In no certaine, we languiſhen in penaunce,</l>
                  <l>And haue wel oft many an hard miſchance,</l>
                  <l>All the reuers of any glad feling.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But certes loue, I ſay not in ſoch wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That for to ſcape out of your <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ace I ment,</l>
                  <l>For I ſo long haue been in your ſeruice,</l>
                  <l>That for to lete of will I neuer aſſent,</l>
                  <l>No force though ielouſie me tourment,</l>
                  <l>Suffiſeth me to ſee him when I may,</l>
                  <l>And therfore certes to my ending day,</l>
                  <l>To loue him beſt, ſhal me neuer repent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And certes loue, when I me well aduiſe,</l>
                  <l>Of any eſtate y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> man may repreſent,</l>
                  <l>Then haue ye made me through your fran<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chiſe</l>
                  <l>Thefe the beſt that euer in earth went,</l>
                  <l>Now loue well hert, &amp; look thou neuer ſtent,</l>
                  <l>And lette the iealous put it in aſſay,</l>
                  <l>That for no paine woll I not ſay nay,</l>
                  <l>To loue him beſt, ſhall I neuer repent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Herte to thee it ought ynough ſuffice,</l>
                  <l>That loue ſo high a grace to you ſent,</l>
                  <l>To choſe the worthies in all wi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e,</l>
                  <l>
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And moſt agreable vnto mine entent,</l>
                  <l>Seek no ferther, neither way ne went,</l>
                  <l>Sith ye haue ſuffiſaunce vnto my pay,</l>
                  <l>Thus wol I end this complaining or this lay,</l>
                  <l>To loue him beſt ſhall I neuer repent.</l>
               </lg>
               <div type="envoy">
                  <head>¶Lenuoy.</head>
                  <l>Princes receiueth this complaining in gree,</l>
                  <l>Vnto your excellent benignite,</l>
                  <l>Direct after my litel ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>For elde, that in my ſpirite dulleth mee,</l>
                  <l>Hath of enditing all the ſubtelte</l>
                  <l>Welnigh berafte out of my remembraunce:</l>
                  <l>And eke to me it is a great penaunce,</l>
                  <l>Sith rime in Engliſh hath ſoch ſcarcite,</l>
                  <l>To folow word by word the curioſite</l>
                  <l>Of Granſonflour, of hem y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> make in Fraunce.</l>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Letter of Cupid.</head>
               <argument>
                  <p>This Letter was made by Thomas Occleve of the
Office of the privy Seale, Chaucers Scholar;
and was by him termed, A Treatiſe of the Con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>verſation
of Men and Women in the little
Iſland of Albion; which got him ſuch hatred
among the Gentlewomen of the Court, that he
was inforced to recant in that Book of his, cal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led
Planctas proprius.</p>
               </argument>
               <lg>
                  <l>CVpid, vnto whoſe commaundement,</l>
                  <l>The gentill kinrede of goddes on hie,</l>
                  <l>And people infernal been obedient,</l>
                  <l>And all mortall folke ſeruen buſely,</l>
                  <l>Of the goddeſſe ſonne Cythera onely,</l>
                  <l>To all tho that to our deite,</l>
                  <l>Been ſubjects, hertely greeting ſend we.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In general we woll that ye know,</l>
                  <l>That ladies of honour and of reuerence,</l>
                  <l>And other gentilwomen hauen ſowe</l>
                  <l>Soch ſeed of complaint in our audience,</l>
                  <l>Of men that do hem outrage and offence,</l>
                  <l>That it our eares grieueth for to here,</l>
                  <l>So pitous is theffect of this matere,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Paſſing all londes, on the litell yle</l>
                  <l>That cleped is Albion, they moſt complaine,</l>
                  <l>They ſay that there is crop and rote of guile,</l>
                  <l>So con tho men diſſimule and faine,</l>
                  <l>With ſtanding dropes in her eyen twaine,</l>
                  <l>When that hertes feeleth no diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>To blinden women with her doubleneſſe,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Her words ſpoken be ſo ſighingly,</l>
                  <l>With ſo pitous chere and countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>That euery wight that meaneth trewly,</l>
                  <l>Deemeth they in herte haue ſuch greuaunce,</l>
                  <l>They ſay ſo importable is her penaunce,</l>
                  <l>That but her lady luſt to ſhew hem grace,</l>
                  <l>They right anone muſt ſteruen in the place.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ah lady mine, they ſay, I you enſure,</l>
                  <l>As doth me grace, and I ſhall euer be</l>
                  <l>(While that my life may laſt and endure)</l>
                  <l>To you as humble and low in ech degre,</l>
                  <l>As poſſible is, and keep all things as ſecre,</l>
                  <l>Right as your ſelfe liſt that I do,</l>
                  <l>And els mine herte mote braſt in two.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Ful hard it is to know a mans herte,</l>
                  <l>For outward may no man the trouth deme,</l>
                  <l>When word out of mouth may none ſterte,</l>
                  <l>But it by reſon ſemed euery wight to queme,</l>
                  <l>So it is ſaid of herte as it would ſeme,</l>
                  <l>O faithful woman full of innocence,</l>
                  <l>Thou art diſceiued by falſe apparence.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>By proceſſe moueth oft womans pite,</l>
                  <l>Wening all thing were as theſe men ſey,</l>
                  <l>They graunt hem grace of her benignite,</l>
                  <l>For that men ſhould not for her ſake dey,</l>
                  <l>And with good hert ſette hem in the wey</l>
                  <l>Of blisfull loue, keepe it if they conne,</l>
                  <l>And thus otherwhile women bethe ywonne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when this man y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> pan hath by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtele,</l>
                  <l>And fully is in his poſſeſſioun,</l>
                  <l>With y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> woman keepeth he no more to dele,</l>
                  <l>After if he may finde in the toun</l>
                  <l>Any woman his blind affectioun</l>
                  <l>Vnto beſtow, yuel mote he preue,</l>
                  <l>A man for all his othes is hard to beleeue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* And for that euery falſe man hath a make,</l>
                  <l>As unto euery wight is light to know,</l>
                  <l>When this traitour this woman hath for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſake,</l>
                  <l>He faſt ſpedeth him unto his felow,</l>
                  <l>Til he be there his herte is on a low,</l>
                  <l>His falſe diſceit may him not ſuffiſe,</l>
                  <l>But of his traiſon telleth all the wiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Is this a faire auaunt, is this honour,</l>
                  <l>A man himſelf accuſe thus and diffame,</l>
                  <l>Is it good to confeſſe himſelf a traitour?</l>
                  <l>And bring a woman to ſclandrous name,</l>
                  <l>And tell how he her body hath do ſhame?</l>
                  <l>No worſhip may he thus to him conquer,</l>
                  <l>But great diſclaunder vnto him and her.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To her nay, yet was it no reprefe,</l>
                  <l>For all for vertue was that ſhe wrought,</l>
                  <l>But he that brewed hath all this miſchefe,</l>
                  <l>That ſpake ſo faire, &amp; faſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y inward thought,</l>
                  <l>His be the ſclaunder, as it by reſon ought,</l>
                  <l>And vnto her thanke perpetuell,</l>
                  <l>That in ſoch a need help can ſo well.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Although through mens ſleight &amp; ſubtilty,</l>
                  <l>A ſely ſimple and innocent woman</l>
                  <l>Betraied is, no wonder ſith the city</l>
                  <l>Of Troy, as the ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>orie tell can,</l>
                  <l>Betrayed was through the diſceit of man,</l>
                  <l>And ſet on fyre, &amp; all downe ouerthrowe,</l>
                  <l>And finally deſtroied as men knowe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Betray nat men cities great, and kings,</l>
                  <l>What wight is it that can ſhape remedy</l>
                  <l>
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Ayenſt theſe falſely purpoſed things,</l>
                  <l>Who can by crafte ſoch craftes eſpy</l>
                  <l>But man, whoſe witt is ever redy taply</l>
                  <l>To thing that ſowning is to falſhede?</l>
                  <l>Women bethe ware of falſe men I rede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And farthermore have theſe men in vſage,</l>
                  <l>That where they nat likely been to ſpeed,</l>
                  <l>Soch as they ben, with a double viſage,</l>
                  <l>They procuren for to purſewe her need,</l>
                  <l>He prayeth him in his cauſe to proceed,</l>
                  <l>And largely guerdoneth he his travaile,</l>
                  <l>Litel wote women how men hem aſſaile.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Another wretch vnto his felow ſaith,</l>
                  <l>Thou fiſheſt faire, ſhe that thee hath fired</l>
                  <l>Is falſe inconſtaunt, and hath no faith,</l>
                  <l>She for the rode of folke is ſo deſired,</l>
                  <l>And as an horſe fro day to day ſhe is hired,</l>
                  <l>That when thou twinneſt fro her company,</l>
                  <l>Commeth another, and blered is thine eye.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now pricke on faſt, and ride thy journey</l>
                  <l>While thou art there, for ſhe behind thy back</l>
                  <l>So liberall is, ſhe woll nothing withſey,</l>
                  <l>But ſmattly of another take a ſmack,</l>
                  <l>Thus fare theſe women all the pack,</l>
                  <l>* Who ſo hem truſteth hanged mote he bee,</l>
                  <l>Ever they deſire chaunge and nolveltee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Whereof proceedeth this, but of envy?</l>
                  <l>For he himſelfe her ne winne may,</l>
                  <l>He ſpeaketh her reprefe and villany,</l>
                  <l>As mans blabbing tonge is wont alway,</l>
                  <l>Thus divers men full oft make aſſay</l>
                  <l>For to diſtourbe folke in ſondry wiſe,</l>
                  <l>For they may not obtaine her empriſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Many one eke would for no good,</l>
                  <l>That hath in love his time ſpent and vſed,</l>
                  <l>Men wiſh that his lady his asking withſtood,</l>
                  <l>Ere that he were of her plainly refuſed,</l>
                  <l>Or waſte and vaine all that he had muſed,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore he can none other remedy,</l>
                  <l>But on his lady ſhaperh him to ly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Cvery woman he ſaith is light to gete,</l>
                  <l>Can none ſay nay, if ſhe be well yſought,</l>
                  <l>Who ſo may leiſer have with her to trete,</l>
                  <l>Of his purpoſe ſhall he fayle nought,</l>
                  <l>But he on madneſſe be ſo depe brought,</l>
                  <l>That he ſhende all with open homelyneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That loven women, they doten as I geſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To ſlaunder women thus what may profite,</l>
                  <l>To gentilleſſe namely, that hem arme ſhould</l>
                  <l>In defence of women, and hem delite,</l>
                  <l>As that the ordre of gentilleſſe wold,</l>
                  <l>If that a man liſt gentill to be hold,</l>
                  <l>* He muſt all eſchewe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thereto is contrary,</l>
                  <l>A ſclaundrous tonge is his great adverſary.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A foule vice is, of tonge to be light,</l>
                  <l>For who ſo moch clappeth gabbeth oft,</l>
                  <l>The tonge of man ſo ſwift is and ſo wight,</l>
                  <l>That when it is reiſed vp on loft,</l>
                  <l>Reaſon is ſhewed ſo ſlowly and ſoft</l>
                  <l>That it him never ouertake may,</l>
                  <l>Lord ſo theſe men been truſty in aſſay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Albeit that men find one woman nice,</l>
                  <l>Inconſtaunt, rechleſſe, and variable,</l>
                  <l>Deignous, proude, fulfilled of mallice,</l>
                  <l>Without faith, or love, and diſceivable,</l>
                  <l>Sly, queint, falſe, in all vntruſt coulpable,</l>
                  <l>Wicked, feirſe, or full of cruelte,</l>
                  <l>Yet followeth it not that ſoch all women be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> high God aungels fourmed had,</l>
                  <l>Among hem all were there none</l>
                  <l>That founden was malicious and bad?</l>
                  <l>Yet all men wote there were many one</l>
                  <l>That for her pride fill fro heven anone,</l>
                  <l>Shuld men for thy yeve al angels proud name</l>
                  <l>Nay, he that thee ſuſteineth is to blame.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of twelve Apoſtles, one a traitour was,</l>
                  <l>The remnant yet good were and trew:</l>
                  <l>So if it hap men find percaas,</l>
                  <l>O woman falſe, ſoch, good is to eſchew,</l>
                  <l>And deme not y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they all therfore be vntrewe,</l>
                  <l>* I ſee well mens owne falſeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Hem cauſeth women to truſt the leſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O every man ought have an herte tendre</l>
                  <l>Vnto a woman, and deeme her honorable,</l>
                  <l>Where his ſhape be thicke or ſlendre,</l>
                  <l>Or he be good or badde, it is no fable:</l>
                  <l>Every wight wote, that wit hath reſonable,</l>
                  <l>That of a woman he diſcended is,</l>
                  <l>Then is it ſhame of her to ſpeake amiſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A wicked tree good fruite may none forth bring,</l>
                  <l>For ſoch the fruite is as is the tree,</l>
                  <l>Take heed of whom thou toke thy beginning,</l>
                  <l>Let thy mother be mirrour vnto thee,</l>
                  <l>Honour her, if thou wolte honoured bee,</l>
                  <l>Diſpiſe her then not in no manere,</l>
                  <l>Leſt that thereby thy wickedneſſe appere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>An old proverbe ſayd is in Engliſh,</l>
                  <l>* That bird or foule is full diſhoneſt,</l>
                  <l>What that he be, and hold full churliſh,</l>
                  <l>That vſeth to defoule his owne neſt:</l>
                  <l>Men to ſay well of women it is the beſt,</l>
                  <l>And naught to diſpiſe hem ne depraue,</l>
                  <l>If they woll her honour keep or ſaue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The ladies ever complain hem on clerks,</l>
                  <l>That they have made bookes of her diffame,</l>
                  <l>In which they diſpiſe women &amp; her werks,</l>
                  <l>And ſpeak of hem great reprofe and ſhame,</l>
                  <l>And cauſeleſſe yeve hem a wicked name,</l>
                  <l>Thus they diſpiſed be on every ſide,</l>
                  <l>Diſclaundred and blowen on full wide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Tho ſory bookes maken mencion</l>
                  <l>How women betraide in eſpeciall,</l>
                  <l>Adam, David, Sampſon, and Salomon,</l>
                  <l>And many one mo, who may reherſe hem all,</l>
                  <l>The treaſon that they have do and ſhall,</l>
                  <l>The world her malice may not comprehend,</l>
                  <l>As clerkes ſaine, for it hath none end.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>Ouide in his boke called Remedy</l>
                  <l>Of loue, great reprofe of women writeth,</l>
                  <l>Wherein I trowe he did great foly,</l>
                  <l>And euery wight y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> in ſoch caſe him deliteth,</l>
                  <l>A clerkes cuſtome is when he enditeth,</l>
                  <l>Of women, be it proſe, time, or vers,</l>
                  <l>Say they be wicked, all know he the reuers.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> boke ſcholers lerned in her childhede,</l>
                  <l>For they of women beware ſhould in age,</l>
                  <l>And to loue hem euer be in drede,</l>
                  <l>Sith to diſceiue is ſet all her corage,</l>
                  <l>They ſay, of perel men ſhould caſt thauaun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tage,</l>
                  <l>Namely of ſoch as men haue in bewrapped,</l>
                  <l>For many a man by women hath miſhapped.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>No charge is what ſo theſe clerkes ſaine,</l>
                  <l>Of all her writing I doe no cure,</l>
                  <l>All her labour and trauayle is in vaine,</l>
                  <l>For betweene me and my lady nature,</l>
                  <l>Shall not be ſuffred, while y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> world may dure</l>
                  <l>Thus theſe clerkes by her cruell tyranny,</l>
                  <l>On ſelie women kithen her maiſtry.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Whilom for many of hem were in my cheine</l>
                  <l>Tied, and now for vnwedly age,</l>
                  <l>And vnluſt, may not to loue atteine,</l>
                  <l>And ſaine now that loue is but very dotage,</l>
                  <l>Thus for they hemſelfe lacken courage,</l>
                  <l>They folke excite by her wicked ſawes,</l>
                  <l>For to rebell ayenſt me, and my lawes.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But mauger hem that blame women moſt</l>
                  <l>Such is the force of mine impreſſion,</l>
                  <l>That ſodainly I can fell her boſte,</l>
                  <l>And all her wrong imagination,</l>
                  <l>It ſhall not be in her election,</l>
                  <l>The fouleſt <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>lutte in all the toune to refuſe,</l>
                  <l>If that me luſt, for all that they con muſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But her in herte as brenningly deſire,</l>
                  <l>As though ſhe were a ducheſſe or a queene,</l>
                  <l>So can I folkes hertes ſet on ſire,</l>
                  <l>And as me liſt ſend hem joy or teene,</l>
                  <l>They that to women be whet ſo kene,</l>
                  <l>My ſharpe perſing ſtrokes how they ſmite,</l>
                  <l>Shul fele and know, how they kerue &amp; bite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Parde this clerke, this ſubtill Ouide,</l>
                  <l>And many another diſceiued haue be,</l>
                  <l>Of women, as it is know full wide,</l>
                  <l>What no men more, &amp; that is great deinty,</l>
                  <l>So excellent a clerke as was he,</l>
                  <l>And other mo that couden full well preach,</l>
                  <l>Betrapped were, for aught y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they coud teach.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And truſteth well that it is no maruaile,</l>
                  <l>For women knowen plainly her entent,</l>
                  <l>They wiſt how ſoftly they coud aſſaile</l>
                  <l>Hem, and what falſhede they in hert mente,</l>
                  <l>And thus they clerkes in her daunger hente,</l>
                  <l>* With o venime another is deſtroied,</l>
                  <l>And thus theſe clerkes oft were anoied.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Theſe ladies, ne theſe gentiles neuertheleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Were none of tho that wrought in this wiſe,</l>
                  <l>But ſoch as were vertuleſſe,</l>
                  <l>They quitten thus theſe old clerkes wiſe,</l>
                  <l>To clerkes leſſe ought ſuffiſe,</l>
                  <l>Then to diſpraue women generally,</l>
                  <l>For worſhip ſhull they none gette thereby.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If that theſe men, that louers hem pretend,</l>
                  <l>To women were faithfull, good, and true,</l>
                  <l>And dredde hem to diſceiue, or to offend,</l>
                  <l>Women to loue hem would not eſchue,</l>
                  <l>* But euery day hath man an herte newe,</l>
                  <l>It on one abide can no while,</l>
                  <l>What forſe is it ſuch a wight to beguile.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Men beare eke women vpon hond,</l>
                  <l>That lightly and without any paine</l>
                  <l>They wonen be, they can no wight withſtond,</l>
                  <l>That his diſeaſe liſt to hem complaine,</l>
                  <l>They be ſo freele, they may hem not refraine,</l>
                  <l>But who ſo liketh hem, may lightly haue,</l>
                  <l>So be her hertes eaſie into graue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To maiſter Iohan de Moone, as I ſuppoſe</l>
                  <l>Then it was a leude occupacioun,</l>
                  <l>In making of the Romante of the roſe,</l>
                  <l>So many a ſigh imaginacioun,</l>
                  <l>And perilies for to rollen vp and doun,</l>
                  <l>The long proceſſe, ſo many a ſlight cautell,</l>
                  <l>For to diſceiue a ſely damoſell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Nought can I ſay, ne my wit comprehend,</l>
                  <l>That art pain, and ſubtilty ſhould ſaile,</l>
                  <l>For to conquere, and ſone make an end,</l>
                  <l>When men a feble place ſhall aſſaile,</l>
                  <l>And ſone alſo to vanquiſh a battaile,</l>
                  <l>Of which no wight may make reſiſtence,</l>
                  <l>Ne herte hath none to make any defence.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then mote follow of neceſſitee,</l>
                  <l>Sith art asketh ſo great engine and paine,</l>
                  <l>A woman to diſceiue what ſo ſhe bee,</l>
                  <l>Of conſtaunce be they not ſo baraine,</l>
                  <l>As that ſome of theſe clarkes ſaine,</l>
                  <l>But they be as women ought to bee,</l>
                  <l>Sadde, conſtant, and fulfilled of pitee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>How frendly was Medea to Iaſon,</l>
                  <l>In conquering of the Flece of gold,</l>
                  <l>How falſly quit he her true affection,</l>
                  <l>By whom victory he gate as he wold,</l>
                  <l>How may this man for ſhame be ſo bold</l>
                  <l>To falſen her, that fro his death and ſhame</l>
                  <l>Him kept, and gate him ſo great priſe &amp; name.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of Troy alſo the traitour Eneas,</l>
                  <l>The faithleſſe wretch, how he him forſwore</l>
                  <l>To Dido, that queene of Cartage was,</l>
                  <l>That him releued of his ſmertes ſore,</l>
                  <l>What gentilleſſe might ſhe haue do more,</l>
                  <l>Then ſhe with herte vnfained to him kidde,</l>
                  <l>And what miſchief to her therof after betidde.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In my legend of natures may men find,</l>
                  <l>Who ſo liketh therein for to rede,</l>
                  <l>That othe ne beheſt may man bind,</l>
                  <l>Of reprouable ſhame haue they no drede,</l>
                  <l>
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In mannes herte trouth hath no ſtede,</l>
                  <l>The ſoil is naught, there may no trouth grow,</l>
                  <l>To women namely it is not vnknow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Clerkes ſaine alſo there is no malice,</l>
                  <l>Vnto womans wicked crabbidneſſe,</l>
                  <l>O woman, how ſhalt thou thy ſelf cheuice,</l>
                  <l>Sith men of thee ſoch harme witneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Beth ware women of her ſikelneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Kepe thine owne, what men clappe or crake,</l>
                  <l>And ſome of hem ſhall ſmart I vndertake.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Malice of women what is it to drede,</l>
                  <l>They ſlea no man, deſtroy no citees,</l>
                  <l>Ne oppreſſe folke, ne ouerlede,</l>
                  <l>Betray Empires, Realmes, or Duchees,</l>
                  <l>Ne bireuen men her lands ne her mees,</l>
                  <l>Enpoiſon folke, ne houſes ſet on fire,</l>
                  <l>Ne falſe contracts make for no hire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Truſt, parfite loue, entire charitee,</l>
                  <l>Feruent will, and entalented corage,</l>
                  <l>All thewes good, as ſitteth well to bee,</l>
                  <l>Haue women euer of cuſtome and vſage,</l>
                  <l>And well they conne mans ire aſſwage,</l>
                  <l>With ſoft words, diſcrete &amp; benigne,</l>
                  <l>What they be inward, they ſhew outward by ſigne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Womans herte vnto no cruelty</l>
                  <l>Enclined is, but they be charitable,</l>
                  <l>Pitous, deuoute, full of humility,</l>
                  <l>Shame faſt, debonaire, and amiable,</l>
                  <l>Dredefull, and of wordes meaſurable,</l>
                  <l>What women theſe haue not parauenture,</l>
                  <l>Followeth not the way of her nature.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Men ſaine our firſt mother natheleſſe</l>
                  <l>Made all mankind leſe his libertee,</l>
                  <l>And naked it of joy doubtleſſe,</l>
                  <l>For Goddes heſte diſobeyed ſhe,</l>
                  <l>When ſhe preſumed to taſte of the tree</l>
                  <l>That God forbad that ſhe eate therof ſhould,</l>
                  <l>And ne had the deuill be, no more ſhe would.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The enuious ſwelling, that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fend our foe,</l>
                  <l>Had vnto man in herte for his wealth,</l>
                  <l>Sent a ſerpent, and made her for to goe</l>
                  <l>To diſceiue Eue: &amp; thus was mans wealth</l>
                  <l>Birafte him by the fende in a ſtealth,</l>
                  <l>The woman not knowing of that diſceipt,</l>
                  <l>God wote full ferre was it from her conceipt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wherfore I ſay, this good woman Eue,</l>
                  <l>Our father Adam diſceiued nought,</l>
                  <l>There may no man for diſceipt it preue,</l>
                  <l>Properly, but that ſhe in herte and thought,</l>
                  <l>Had it compaſſed firſt or ſhe it wrought,</l>
                  <l>And for ſoch was not her impreſſion,</l>
                  <l>Men may it call no diſceipt of her, by reaſon.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ne no wight diſceiueth, but he purpoſe</l>
                  <l>The fend this diſceipt caſt, and nothing ſhe:</l>
                  <l>Then is it wrong to deeme or ſuppoſe,</l>
                  <l>That of his harme ſhe ſhould the cauſe be,</l>
                  <l>Wyte the fende, and his be the maugre,</l>
                  <l>And excuſed haue her innocence,</l>
                  <l>Saue onely that ſhe brake obedience.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And touching this, full fewe men there be,</l>
                  <l>Vnnethes any dare I ſafely ſay,</l>
                  <l>Fro day to day, as men may all day ſee,</l>
                  <l>But that the heſte of God they diſobay,</l>
                  <l>Haue this in mind ſirs I you pray,</l>
                  <l>If that ye be diſcrete and reaſonable,</l>
                  <l>Ye woll her hold the more excuſable.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And where men ſay, in man is ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And woman is of her courage vnſtable:</l>
                  <l>Who may of Adam beare ſoch a witneſſe?</l>
                  <l>Telleth me this, was he not chaungeable?</l>
                  <l>They both weren in o caſe ſemblable,</l>
                  <l>Saue willing the fende diſceiued Eue,</l>
                  <l>And ſo did ſhe not Adam, by your leue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet was this ſinne happy to mankind,</l>
                  <l>The fende diſceiued was for all his ſleight,</l>
                  <l>For aught he coud him in his ſleights wind:</l>
                  <l>For his treſpace, came fro heauen on height</l>
                  <l>God, to diſcharge man of his weight,</l>
                  <l>Fleſh and blood tooke of a virgine,</l>
                  <l>And ſuffred death, him to deliuer of pine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And God, to whom there may nothing hid be,</l>
                  <l>If he in woman knowen had ſoch malice,</l>
                  <l>As men recorde of hem in generalte,</l>
                  <l>Of our Lady of life reperatrice,</l>
                  <l>Nolde haue be borne, but that ſhe of vice</l>
                  <l>Was voide, and full of vertue well he wiſt,</l>
                  <l>Endowed, of her to be borne him liſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Her heaped vertue hath ſoch excellence,</l>
                  <l>That all to leane is mans faculte</l>
                  <l>To declare it, and therefore in ſuſpence,</l>
                  <l>Her due prayſing put needs muſt be,</l>
                  <l>But thus I ſay, verely that ſhe</l>
                  <l>Next God, beſt frend is that to man longeth,</l>
                  <l>The key of mercy by her girdle hongeth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And of mercy hath euery man ſoch need,</l>
                  <l>That reſing that, farewell the joy of man,</l>
                  <l>And of her power now taketh right good heed</l>
                  <l>She mercy may well, and purchaſe can,</l>
                  <l>Diſpleaſeth her not, honoureth that woman,</l>
                  <l>And other women all for her ſake,</l>
                  <l>And but ye doe, your ſorow ſhall awake.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In any booke alſo where can ye find,</l>
                  <l>That of the werkes of death or of life</l>
                  <l>Of Ieſu, ſpelleth or maketh any mind,</l>
                  <l>That women him forſoke, for wo or ſtrife?</l>
                  <l>Where was there any wight ſo ententife</l>
                  <l>About him, as woman? proued none,</l>
                  <l>The Apoſtles him forſoken euerichone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Women forſoke him not, for all the fayth</l>
                  <l>Of holy church in woman left onely,</l>
                  <l>This is no lees, for thus holy writ ſayth,</l>
                  <l>Looke and ye ſhall ſo finde it hardely:</l>
                  <l>And therefore I may well preue thereby,</l>
                  <l>* That in woman reigneth ſtable conſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>And in men is the chaunge of variaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thou precious gem of martirs, Margarite,</l>
                  <l>That of thy blood dredeſt none effuſion,</l>
                  <l>Thou louer true, thou maiden manſuete,</l>
                  <l>
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Thou conſtant woman in thy paſſion,</l>
                  <l>Ouercame the fendes temptacion,</l>
                  <l>And many a wight converted thy doctrine</l>
                  <l>Vnto the faith of holy God thou virgine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But vnderſtandeth this, I onely commend her nought</l>
                  <l>By encheſon of her virginity,</l>
                  <l>Truſteth it came never in my thought,</l>
                  <l>For ever werre I ayenſt chaſtity,</l>
                  <l>And ever ſhall, but lo this meveth me,</l>
                  <l>Her loving herte, and conſtant to her lay,</l>
                  <l>Drive out of remembraunce I ne may.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now holdeth this for ferme, and for no ly,</l>
                  <l>That this true and juſt commendacion</l>
                  <l>Of women, tel I for no flattery,</l>
                  <l>Ne bicauſe of pride or elacion,</l>
                  <l>But onely lo, for this entencion,</l>
                  <l>To yeve hem courage of perſe veraunce</l>
                  <l>In vertue, and her honour to avaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* The more vertue, the laſſe is the pride,</l>
                  <l>Vertue ſo digne is and ſo noble in kind,</l>
                  <l>That vice and he woll not in fere abide,</l>
                  <l>He putteth vices cleane out of his mind,</l>
                  <l>He flieth fro hem, he leaveth hem behind,</l>
                  <l>O woman that of vertue art hoſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Great is thy honour and thy worthineſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then woll I thus conclude and define,</l>
                  <l>We you commaund our miniſters echone,</l>
                  <l>That ready ye be our heſtes to encline,</l>
                  <l>That of theſe falſe men our rebell fone,</l>
                  <l>Ye do puniſhment and that anone,</l>
                  <l>Voide hem our court, &amp; baniſh hem for ever,</l>
                  <l>So that therein more come they never.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Fulfilled be it, ceaſing all delay,</l>
                  <l>Looke there be none excuſacion,</l>
                  <l>Written in the luſty moneth of May,</l>
                  <l>In our paleis where many a million</l>
                  <l>Of lovers true have habitation,</l>
                  <l>The yere of grace joyfull and jocond,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand foure hundred and ſecond.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballade in Commendation
of our Lady.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>A Thouſand ſtories coud I mo rehearce</l>
                  <l>Of old Poetes, touching this matere</l>
                  <l>How that Cupide the hertes gan ſo pearce,</l>
                  <l>Of his ſervauntes ſetting hem in fere,</l>
                  <l>Lo here the fyne of therrour and the fere,</l>
                  <l>Lo here of love the guerdon and greuaunce,</l>
                  <l>That ever w<hi rend="sup">th</hi> wo her ſeruaunts do auaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wherfore now plainly I wol my ſtile dreſſe</l>
                  <l>Of one to ſpeake, at need that woll not faile,</l>
                  <l>Alas for dole I ne can ne may expreſſe</l>
                  <l>Her paſſing priſe, and that is no mervaile,</l>
                  <l>O winde of grace, now blowe unto my ſaile,</l>
                  <l>O auriate licour of Cleo for to write,</l>
                  <l>My penne euſpire of that I woll endite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas, unworthy I am and unable</l>
                  <l>To love ſoch one, all women ſurmounting,</l>
                  <l>But ſhe be benigne to me and merciable,</l>
                  <l>That is of pity the well and eke the ſpring,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore of her in laude and in praiſing,</l>
                  <l>So as I can, ſupported by her grace,</l>
                  <l>Right thus I ſay, kneeling tofore her face.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O ſterre of ſterres with thy ſtreames clere,</l>
                  <l>Sterre of the ſea, to ſhipmen light and gide,</l>
                  <l>O luſty living moſt pleaſaunt to appere,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe bright beams y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> cloudes may not hide,</l>
                  <l>O way of life to them that go or ride,</l>
                  <l>Hauen after tempeſt ſureſt vp to riue,</l>
                  <l>On me haue mercy for thy joyes fiue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O rightful rule, O bote of holineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And lightſome line of pity for to plain,</l>
                  <l>Original beginning of grace &amp; all goodneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And cleaneſt conduit of vertue moſt ſouerain</l>
                  <l>Mother of Mercy, our trouble to reſtrain,</l>
                  <l>Chamber and cloſet clenneſt of chaſtity,</l>
                  <l>And named her brough of the deity.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O cloſet garden all void of weedes wicke,</l>
                  <l>Criſtallin welle, of clereneſſe clere conſigned,</l>
                  <l>Fructified oliue of oiles, faire and thick,</l>
                  <l>And redolent Cedre moſt dere worthy digned</l>
                  <l>Remember on ſinners y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> to thee be aſſigned,</l>
                  <l>Or wicked fendes her wrath on hem wreche,</l>
                  <l>Lanterne of light thou her liues leche.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Paradiſe of pleaſaunce, gladſome to al good,</l>
                  <l>Benigne braunchelet of the Pine tree,</l>
                  <l>Vinary enuermailed, refreſher of our blood,</l>
                  <l>Licour ayen al langour, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> palled may not be,</l>
                  <l>Blisful blomy bloſome, biding in bountee,</l>
                  <l>Thy mantel of mercy on our miſery ſprede,</l>
                  <l>And er wo awake wrap vs vnder thy wede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O rody roſier, flouring without ſpine,</l>
                  <l>Fountain all filthleſſe, as byrel currant clere,</l>
                  <l>Som drop of thy graceful dew to vs propine,</l>
                  <l>O light without nebule, ſhining in thy ſphere,</l>
                  <l>Medicine to miſcheues, pucel without pere,</l>
                  <l>Flame doun y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> doleful light of thine influence,</l>
                  <l>Remembring thy ſeruants for thy magnifi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cence.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of all chriſten protectrice and tutele,</l>
                  <l>Retourne of exiled put in the proſcripcion,</l>
                  <l>To hem y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> erren in the pathe of her ſequele,</l>
                  <l>To wery forwandred, tent and pauilion,</l>
                  <l>To faint and to freſh the pauſacion,</l>
                  <l>Vnto vnreſty, both reſt and remedy,</l>
                  <l>Fruitful to all tho that in her affie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To hem that rennen thou art itenerary,</l>
                  <l>O blisfull brauy to knights of thy warre,</l>
                  <l>To wery werkmen ſhe is diourne denary,</l>
                  <l>Mede vnto mariners that haue ſailed farre,</l>
                  <l>Laureate croune ſtreming as a ſtarre,</l>
                  <l>To hem y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> put hem in palaſtre for thy ſake,</l>
                  <l>Cours of her conqueſt, thou white as any lake.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O mirth of martyrs, ſweter than Sitole,</l>
                  <l>Of Confeſſours alſo richeſt donatife,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="557" facs="tcp:51487:298"/>
Vnto virgines eternal Lauriole,</l>
                  <l>Afore all women hauing prerogarife,</l>
                  <l>Mother and maide, both widow and wife,</l>
                  <l>Of all the world is none but thou alone,</l>
                  <l>Now ſith thou may, be ſuccour to my mone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O truſtie turtle truefaſteſt of all true,</l>
                  <l>O curteyſe columbe, replete of all mekeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>O Nightingale with thy notes newe,</l>
                  <l>O Popiniay pured with all clenneſſe,</l>
                  <l>O laueroke of loue, ſinging with ſweetneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Phebus awaiting till on thy breſt he light,</l>
                  <l>Vnder thy wing at domeſday vs dight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O ruby rubified in the paſſion</l>
                  <l>Of thy ſonne, vs haue among in mind,</l>
                  <l>O ſtedfaſt diametre of duracion,</l>
                  <l>That few feres any time might thou find,</l>
                  <l>For none to his was founden half ſo kind,</l>
                  <l>O hardy herte, O louing creature,</l>
                  <l>What was it but loue y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> made thee ſo endure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Semely ſaphre, depe loupe &amp; blew ewage,</l>
                  <l>Stable as the loupe ewage of pitee,</l>
                  <l>This is to ſay the freſheſt of viſage,</l>
                  <l>Thou loueſt unchaunged hem y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſeruen thee,</l>
                  <l>And if offence or varying in hem bee,</l>
                  <l>Thou art ay redy vpon her wo to rue,</l>
                  <l>And hem receiueſt with herte full true.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O goodly gladded when that Gabriell</l>
                  <l>With joy thee grette, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> may not be nombred,</l>
                  <l>Or half the bliſſe who coude write or tell,</l>
                  <l>When the holy ghoſt to thee was obumbred,</l>
                  <l>Wherthrough fends were biterly encombred,</l>
                  <l>O wemleſſe maide embeliſhed in his birth,</l>
                  <l>That man &amp; angell thereof hadden mirth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Lo here the bloſme &amp; the budde of glory,</l>
                  <l>Of which the prophet ſo long ſpake beforne,</l>
                  <l>Lo here the fame that was in memory</l>
                  <l>Of Eſay, ſo long or ſhe was borne,</l>
                  <l>Lo here of Dauid the delicious corne,</l>
                  <l>Lo here the ground of life in to builde,</l>
                  <l>Becomming man our ranſome for to yelde.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O glorious viole and vite inuiolate,</l>
                  <l>O firy Titan, perſing with thy bemes,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe vertuous briȝtnes was in breſt vibrat</l>
                  <l>That al the world embeliſhed with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> leams,</l>
                  <l>Conſeruatrice of kings, dukes, and realms,</l>
                  <l>Of Iſaies ſeede ſweet Sunamite,</l>
                  <l>Meſure my mourning mine own Margarite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O ſoueraigneſt ſought out of Sion,</l>
                  <l>Cockle with gold dewe from aboue berained,</l>
                  <l>Dew buſh vnbrent fireleſſe fire ſet on,</l>
                  <l>Flaming with feruence not with heat pained,</l>
                  <l>During daiſie that no weather ſtained,</l>
                  <l>Fleece vndefouled of Gentileſt Gedion,</l>
                  <l>And fructifying faireſt the yerd of Aaron.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The mighty arch, probatiſe piſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ine,</l>
                  <l>Laughing aurore, and of peace oliue,</l>
                  <l>Columpne and baſe, vp bearing from abym,</l>
                  <l>Why nere I conning here to diſcriue,</l>
                  <l>Choſen of Ioſeph, whom he took to wiue,</l>
                  <l>Vnknowing him, childing by miracle,</l>
                  <l>And of our manly figure the tabernacle.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I haue none Engliſh conuenient &amp; digne,</l>
                  <l>Mine hearts heale lady thee with to honour,</l>
                  <l>Iuory clean, therefore I will reſigne</l>
                  <l>Into thine hand, till thou liſt ſoccour,</l>
                  <l>To helpe my making both floriſh and flour,</l>
                  <l>Then ſhould I ſhew in loue how I brend.</l>
                  <l>In ſongs making, thy name to commend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For if I coud before thine excellence</l>
                  <l>Singen in loue I would what I fele,</l>
                  <l>And euer ſtanden Lady in thy preſence,</l>
                  <l>To ſhew in open how I loue you wele,</l>
                  <l>And ſith although your hert be made of ſtele,</l>
                  <l>To you withouten any diſceueraunce,</l>
                  <l>J'ay on vous toute ma fiance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Where might I loue euer better beſet,</l>
                  <l>Than in this Lilly liking to behold</l>
                  <l>That lace of loue, the bond ſo well thou knit,</l>
                  <l>That I may ſee thee or mine hert cold,</l>
                  <l>And or I paſſe out of my daies old,</l>
                  <l>Tofore ſinging euermore vtterly,</l>
                  <l>Your eyen two wol ſlea me ſodainly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For loue I langour, bliſſed be ſoch ſicknes,</l>
                  <l>Sith it is for you my hertily ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>I can not els ſay in my diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>So faire one hath mine herte in gouernance,</l>
                  <l>And after that I begin on eſperaunce,</l>
                  <l>With feble entune, though it thine hert perce,</l>
                  <l>Yet for thy ſake this letter I do reherce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>God wote on muſike I can not, but I geſſe</l>
                  <l>Alas why ſo, that I might ſay or ſing,</l>
                  <l>So loue I you mine own ſouerain maiſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>And euer ſhall without departing,</l>
                  <l>Mirrour of beauty, for you out ſhould I ring</l>
                  <l>In remembraunce eke of your eyen clere,</l>
                  <l>Thus fer from you my ſouerain Lady dere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So would God your loue would me ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o,</l>
                  <l>Sith for your ſake I ſing day by day,</l>
                  <l>Herte why nilt thou breake atwo,</l>
                  <l>Sith with my lady dwell I ne may,</l>
                  <l>Thus many a roundell &amp; many a virelay,</l>
                  <l>In freſh Engliſh, when I me laiſer find,</l>
                  <l>I do record, on you to haue mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now lady mine, ſith I you loue &amp; drede,</l>
                  <l>And you vnchaunged euer find in o degree,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe grace ne may fly fro your womanhede,</l>
                  <l>Disdaineth not for to remember on me,</l>
                  <l>Mine herte bleedeth for I may not you ſee,</l>
                  <l>And ſith ye wote my meaning deſirous,</l>
                  <l>Plores pour moy s'il vous plaiſt amoureus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What maruaile is though I in pain be,</l>
                  <l>I am departed from you my ſoueraine,</l>
                  <l>Fortune alas, <hi>dont vient la deſtenie,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>That in no wiſe I can ne may attaine</l>
                  <l>To ſee the beauty of your eyen twain,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I ſay, for triſteſſe doth me grame,</l>
                  <l>Tant me fait mal departir de ma dame.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>Why nere my wiſſing brought to ſuch eſploit,</l>
                  <l>That I might ſay for joy of your preſence,</l>
                  <l>Or a mon coeur ce quae voulloit,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Or a mon coeur,</hi> the higheſt excellence</l>
                  <l>That euer had wight, &amp; ſith mine aduertence</l>
                  <l>Is in you, reweth on my paines ſmert,</l>
                  <l>I am ſo ſore wounded to the herte.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To liue well merry two louers were yfere,</l>
                  <l>So may I ſay withouten any blame,</l>
                  <l>If any man too wild were,</l>
                  <l>I coud him teach for to be tame,</l>
                  <l>Let him go loue, and ſee where it be game,</l>
                  <l>For I am bridled vnto ſoberneſſe,</l>
                  <l>For her that is of women cheef princeſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But euer when thought my hert ſhuld en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>brace,</l>
                  <l>Then vnto me is beſt remedy,</l>
                  <l>When I look on your goodly freſh face,</l>
                  <l>So merry a mirrour coud I neuer eſpy,</l>
                  <l>And if I coud, I would it magnifie,</l>
                  <l>For neuer none was ſo faire ifound,</l>
                  <l>To reken hem all, and alſo Roſamound.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And finally, with mouth and will preſent</l>
                  <l>Of double eye without repentaunce,</l>
                  <l>Mine hert I yeue you Lady in this entent,</l>
                  <l>That ye ſhall holly therof haue gouernaunce,</l>
                  <l>Taking my leaue with herts obeyſaunce,</l>
                  <l>(<hi>Salve regina</hi>) ſinging laſt of all,</l>
                  <l>To be our helpe when we to thee call.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>All our loue is but idleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Saue your loue alone, who might thereto attaine,</l>
                  <l>Who ſo woll haue a name of gentilleſſe,</l>
                  <l>I coun<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="3 letters">
                        <desc>•••</desc>
                     </gap>le him in loue that he not faine,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſweet Lady, refute in euery paine,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe mercy moſt to me auaileth,</l>
                  <l>To gie by grace, when that fortune faileth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Nought may be told withouten any fable,</l>
                  <l>Your high renome, your womanly beaute,</l>
                  <l>Your gouernaunce to all worſhip able,</l>
                  <l>Putteth euery herte in eaſe in his degree,</l>
                  <l>O violet, O floure deſiree,</l>
                  <l>Sith I am for you ſo amerous,</l>
                  <l>Eſtreignes moy de coeur joyeus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With feruent herte my breſt hath broſt on fire,</l>
                  <l>L'ardant eſpoer en mon coeur point eſt mort,</l>
                  <l>D'auoir l'amour de celle que je deſire,</l>
                  <l>I meane you ſweet moſt pleaſaunt of port,</l>
                  <l>Et je ſay bien que ce n'eſt pas mon tort,</l>
                  <l>That for you ſing, ſo as I may for mone</l>
                  <l>For your departing, alone I liue alone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Though I might, I would none other cheſe,</l>
                  <l>In your ſeruice I would been founden ſadde,</l>
                  <l>Therefore I loue no labour that ye leſe,</l>
                  <l>When in longing foreſt ye be ſtadde,</l>
                  <l>Look vp you louers, and be right gladde</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt ſaint Valentines day,</l>
                  <l>For I haue cheſe that neuer forſake I may.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>John Gower unto the Noble
King Henry the Fourth.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>O Noble worthy King Henry the ferthe,</l>
                  <l>In whom the gladde fortune is befall,</l>
                  <l>The people to gouern here vpon earthe,</l>
                  <l>God hath thee choſen in comfort of vs all,</l>
                  <l>The worſhip of this land, which was doun fall,</l>
                  <l>Now ſtant vpright through grace of thy good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,</l>
                  <l>Which euery man is holde for to bleſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The high God of his juſtice alone,</l>
                  <l>The right which longeth to thy regaly,</l>
                  <l>Declared hath to ſtand in thy perſone,</l>
                  <l>* And more than God may no man juſtifie,</l>
                  <l>Thy title is know vpon thine aunceſtrie,</l>
                  <l>The lands folke hath eke thy right affirmed,</l>
                  <l>So ſtant thy reign, of God &amp; man confirmed.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>There is no man may ſay in otherwiſe,</l>
                  <l>That God himſelf ne hath y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> right declared,</l>
                  <l>Whereof the land is bound to thy ſeruice,</l>
                  <l>Which for defaut of helpe hath long cared,</l>
                  <l>But now there is no mans hert ſpared,</l>
                  <l>To loue &amp; ſerue, and worch thy pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And all this is through Gods purueiaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* In all thing which is of God begonne,</l>
                  <l>There followeth grace, if it be well gouerned,</l>
                  <l>Thus tellen they which old books conne,</l>
                  <l>Wherof my lord I wote well thou art lerned,</l>
                  <l>* Ask of thy God, ſo ſhalt thou not be warned</l>
                  <l>Of no requeſt, which is reaſonable,</l>
                  <l>For God vnto the good is fauourable.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>King Salomon, which had at his asking,</l>
                  <l>Of God what thing him was leueſt craue,</l>
                  <l>He chaſe wiſdome vnto gouerning</l>
                  <l>Of Gods folke, the which he would ſaue,</l>
                  <l>And as he chaſe, it fill him for to haue,</l>
                  <l>For through his wit while y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> his reign laſt,</l>
                  <l>He gate him peace and reſt into his laſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But Alexander, as telleth his ſtory,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the God beſought in other way,</l>
                  <l>Of all the world to win the victory,</l>
                  <l>So that vnder his ſwerd it might obay,</l>
                  <l>In warre he had all that he would pray,</l>
                  <l>The mighty God behight him that beheſt</l>
                  <l>The world wanne, and had it of conqueſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But though it fill at thilke time ſo</l>
                  <l>That Alexander his asking hath atcheued,</l>
                  <l>This ſinful worlde was all Painem tho,</l>
                  <l>Was none which hath y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> high God beleued,</l>
                  <l>* No wonder was though thilk world was gre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ued,</l>
                  <l>Though a tirant his purpoſe might win,</l>
                  <l>All was vengeaunce and infortune of ſin.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But now the faith of Chriſt is come a place</l>
                  <l>Among the princes in this yearth here,</l>
                  <l>It ſitte hem well to do pity and grace,</l>
                  <l>But yet it muſt be tempored in manere,</l>
                  <l>For they finden cauſe in the mattere</l>
                  <l>
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Vpon the point, what afterward betide,</l>
                  <l>The law of right ſhall not be laid aſide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So may a king of warre the voyage</l>
                  <l>Ordaine and take, as he thereto is hold,</l>
                  <l>To claime and ask his rightful heritage</l>
                  <l>In all places where it is withhold,</l>
                  <l>But otherwiſe if God himſelf wold,</l>
                  <l>Affirme loue &amp; peace between the kings,</l>
                  <l>* Peace is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> beſt aboue all earthly things.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Good is to eſchew war, and nathelees,</l>
                  <l>A king may make war vpon his right,</l>
                  <l>For of battaile the final end is pees,</l>
                  <l>Thus ſtant the law, that a worthy knight</l>
                  <l>Vpon his trouth may go to the fight,</l>
                  <l>But if ſo were that he might cheſe,</l>
                  <l>Better is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> peace, of which may no man leſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To ſtere peace ought euerich on liue,</l>
                  <l>Firſt for to ſette his leige lord in reſt,</l>
                  <l>And eke theſe other men that they ne ſtriue,</l>
                  <l>For ſo this land may ſtand at beſt,</l>
                  <l>* What king that would be the worthieſt,</l>
                  <l>The more he might our deadly war ceaſe,</l>
                  <l>The more he ſhould his worthineſſe increaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Peace is the chiefe of all the worlds welth,</l>
                  <l>And to the heauen it leadeth eke the way,</l>
                  <l>Peace is of ſoul and life the mannes health,</l>
                  <l>Of peſtilence, and doth the war away,</l>
                  <l>My liege lord take heed of that I ſay,</l>
                  <l>If war may be left, take peace on hand,</l>
                  <l>Which may not be without goddes ſand.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With peace ſtant euery creature in reſt,</l>
                  <l>Without peace there may no life be glad,</l>
                  <l>Aboue all other good peace is the beſt,</l>
                  <l>Peace hath himſelf when werre is al beſtad,</l>
                  <l>The peace is ſafe, the warre is euer drad,</l>
                  <l>Peace is of all charity the kay,</l>
                  <l>Which hath the life and ſoule for to way.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My liege lord, if that thee liſt to ſeech</l>
                  <l>The ſoth enſamples w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> the war hath wrought</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt well here of wiſe mennes ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>That deadly warre turneth into nought,</l>
                  <l>For if theſe old books be well yſought,</l>
                  <l>There miȝt thou ſe what thing y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> war hath do,</l>
                  <l>Both of conqueſt and conquerour alſo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For vain honour, or for the worlds good,</l>
                  <l>They that whilome the ſtrong wars made,</l>
                  <l>Wher be they now, bethink well in thy mood,</l>
                  <l>* The day is gone, the night is derke &amp; fade,</l>
                  <l>Her cruelty which made hem then glade,</l>
                  <l>They ſorrowen now, &amp; yet haue nauȝt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> more</l>
                  <l>The blood is ſhad, which no man mayreſtore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The warre is mother of the wrongs all,</l>
                  <l>It ſleeth the prieſt in holy church at maſſe,</l>
                  <l>Forlith the maid, and doth her flour to fall,</l>
                  <l>The warre maketh the great city laſſe,</l>
                  <l>And doth the law his rules ouerpaſſe,</l>
                  <l>Ther is nothing wherof miſcheef may grow,</l>
                  <l>Which is not cauſed of the warre I trow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* The war bringeth in pouerty at his heels,</l>
                  <l>Whereof the commen people is ſore greued,</l>
                  <l>The war hath ſet his cart on thilk wheles,</l>
                  <l>Where that fortune may nat be beleued:</l>
                  <l>For when men wene beſt to haue atcheued,</l>
                  <l>Full oft it is all new to begin,</l>
                  <l>The warre hath nothing ſiker, tho he win.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For thy, my worthy prince in Chriſts halue,</l>
                  <l>As for a part, whoſe faith thou haſt be guide,</l>
                  <l>Ley to this old ſore a new ſaue,</l>
                  <l>And do the warre away, what ſo betide,</l>
                  <l>Purchaſe peace and ſet it by thy ſide,</l>
                  <l>And ſuffer nat thy people be deuoured,</l>
                  <l>So ſhal thy name euer after ſtand honoured.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If any man be now, or euer was,</l>
                  <l>Ayen the peace thy preuy counſailour,</l>
                  <l>Let God be of thy counſaile in this caas,</l>
                  <l>And put away the cruel warriour,</l>
                  <l>* For God which is of man the creatour,</l>
                  <l>He would not men ſlough his creature,</l>
                  <l>Without cauſe of deadly forfaiture.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Where needeth moſt, behoueth moſt to looke,</l>
                  <l>My lord, how ſo thy wars be without,</l>
                  <l>Of time paſſed, who that heed tooke,</l>
                  <l>Good were at home to ſee right well about,</l>
                  <l>* For euermore, the worſt is for to dout,</l>
                  <l>But if thou mighteſt parfite peace attaine,</l>
                  <l>There ſhould be no cauſe for to plaine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>About a king good counſaile is to preiſe,</l>
                  <l>Aboue all other things moſt vailable,</l>
                  <l>But yet a king within himſelf ſhall peiſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſeene the things that be reaſonable,</l>
                  <l>And there upon he ſhall his wits ſtable,</l>
                  <l>Among the men to ſet peace in euin,</l>
                  <l>For loue of him which is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> king of heuin.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* A, well is him that ſhed neuer blood,</l>
                  <l>But if it were in cauſe of rightwiſeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>For if a king the peril vnderſtood,</l>
                  <l>What is to ſlee the people, then I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>The deadly warres and the heauineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Whereof peace diſtourbed is full oft,</l>
                  <l>Should at ſome time ceaſe and were ſoft.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O king, fulfilled of grace and knighthode,</l>
                  <l>Remember vpon this point for Chriſts ſake,</l>
                  <l>If peace be profered vnto thy manhode,</l>
                  <l>Thine honour ſaue, let it not be forſake,</l>
                  <l>Though thou y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wars darſt well vndertake,</l>
                  <l>After reaſon yet temper thy courage,</l>
                  <l>For like to peace there is none auauntage.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My worthy lord, think well how ſo befall</l>
                  <l>Of thilke lore, as holy books ſaine,</l>
                  <l>* Chriſt is the head, and we be members all,</l>
                  <l>As well the ſubject as the ſoueraigne,</l>
                  <l>So ſitte it well, that charity be plaine,</l>
                  <l>Which vnto God himſelf moſt accordeth,</l>
                  <l>So as the lore of Chriſts word recordeth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In the old law or Chriſt himſelfe was bore,</l>
                  <l>Among the ten commaundements I rede,</l>
                  <l>
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How that manſlaughter ſhould be forbore,</l>
                  <l>Such was the wil that time of the godhede,</l>
                  <l>But afterward when Chriſt toke his man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hede</l>
                  <l>Peace was y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> firſt thing he let do cry</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt the worlds rancour and enuy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And or Chriſt went out of this earth here,</l>
                  <l>And ſtighed to heuin, he made his teſtament,</l>
                  <l>Where he bequeath to his diſciples there,</l>
                  <l>And yaue his peace, which is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> foundement</l>
                  <l>Of charity, without whoſe aſſent</l>
                  <l>The worlds peace may neuer well be tried,</l>
                  <l>Ne loue kept, ne law iuſtified.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Iews with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> painims hadden werre,</l>
                  <l>But they among hemſelf ſtode euer in peace,</l>
                  <l>Why ſhould then our peace ſtand out of erre,</l>
                  <l>Which Chriſt hath choſe vnto his own en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creſe,</l>
                  <l>For Chriſt is more than was Moyſes,</l>
                  <l>And Chriſt hath ſet the parfite of the law,</l>
                  <l>The which ſhould in no wiſe be withdraw.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* To yeue vs peace, was cauſe why Chriſt dide,</l>
                  <l>Without peace, may nothing ſtond auailed,</l>
                  <l>But now a man may ſee on euery ſide</l>
                  <l>How Chriſts faith is euery day aſſailed,</l>
                  <l>With painims deſtroyed and ſo batailed,</l>
                  <l>That for defaut of helpe and of defence,</l>
                  <l>Vnneth hath Chriſt his due reuerence.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The right faith to keepe of holy church,</l>
                  <l>The firſt point is named of knighthode,</l>
                  <l>And euery man is hold for to worch</l>
                  <l>Vpon the point that ſtant to his manhode:</l>
                  <l>But now alas, the fame is ſpred ſo brode,</l>
                  <l>That euery man this thing complaineth,</l>
                  <l>And yet is there no man that helpe ordaineth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The worlds cauſe is waited ouer all,</l>
                  <l>There be the warres ready to the full,</l>
                  <l>But Chriſts own cauſe in ſpeciall,</l>
                  <l>There ben the ſwerds and the ſpeares dull,</l>
                  <l>And with the ſentence of the Popes bull,</l>
                  <l>As for to done the folke paine obay,</l>
                  <l>The church is tourned all another way.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>It is wonder aboue any mans wit,</l>
                  <l>Without war how Chriſts faith was won,</l>
                  <l>And we that be vpon this earth yet,</l>
                  <l>Ne keepe it nat as it was firſt begon,</l>
                  <l>To euery creature vnder the ſonne</l>
                  <l>Chriſt bad himſelfe that we ſhould preach,</l>
                  <l>And to the folke his Euangely teach.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* More light it is to keep than to make,</l>
                  <l>But that we founden made tofore hond,</l>
                  <l>We keepe not, but let it lightly ſlake,</l>
                  <l>The peace of Chriſt hath al to broke his bond,</l>
                  <l>We reſt our ſelfe, and ſuffren euery lond</l>
                  <l>To ſlee each other, as thing vndefended,</l>
                  <l>So ſtant the war, and peace is not amended.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But though the head of holy church aboue</l>
                  <l>Ne do not all his hole buſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Among the people to ſet peace &amp; loue,</l>
                  <l>Theſe kings oughten of her rightwiſeneſſe</l>
                  <l>Her owne cauſe among hemſelfe redreſſe,</l>
                  <l>* Tho Peters ſhip as now hath loſt his ſtere,</l>
                  <l>It lithe in hem the barge for to ſtere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If holy church after the duty</l>
                  <l>Of Chriſts word ne be nat all auiſed</l>
                  <l>To make peace, accord, and vnity</l>
                  <l>Among the kings that be now deuiſed,</l>
                  <l>Yet natheles the law ſtant aſſiſed</l>
                  <l>Of mans wit to be ſo reaſonable,</l>
                  <l>Without that to ſtand himſelfe ſtable.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of holy church we ben children all,</l>
                  <l>And euery child is hold for to bow</l>
                  <l>Vnto the mother, how that ever it fall,</l>
                  <l>Or els he muſt reaſon diſallow,</l>
                  <l>And for that cauſe a knight ſhall firſt auow</l>
                  <l>The right of holy church to defend,</l>
                  <l>That no man ſhall the priuiledge offend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus were it good to ſet all in euin</l>
                  <l>The worlds princes and the prelates both,</l>
                  <l>For loue of him which is the king of heuin,</l>
                  <l>And if men ſhould algate wexen wroth,</l>
                  <l>The ſarazins, which vnto Chriſt ben loth,</l>
                  <l>Let men be armed ayenſt hem to fight,</l>
                  <l>So may the knight his deed of armes right.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Vpon iii. points ſtant Chriſts peace oppreſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed,</l>
                  <l>Firſt holy church in her ſelfe deuided,</l>
                  <l>Which ought of reaſon firſt to be redreſſed,</l>
                  <l>But yet ſo high a cauſe is not decided,</l>
                  <l>And thus when humble patience is prided,</l>
                  <l>The remenaunt which that they ſhould rule,</l>
                  <l>No wonder is though it ſtand out of rule.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Of that the head is ſicke, the limmes aken,</l>
                  <l>Theſe reigns that to Chriſts peace belongen,</l>
                  <l>For worlds good theſe deadly wars maken,</l>
                  <l>Which helpeleſſe, as in balaunce hongen,</l>
                  <l>The head aboue hem hath nat vnderfongen</l>
                  <l>To ſet peace, but euery man ſleeth other,</l>
                  <l>And in this wiſe hath charity no brother.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The two defauts that bringen in the third,</l>
                  <l>Of miſcreants that ſeene how we debate,</l>
                  <l>Between the two, they fallen in amid,</l>
                  <l>Where now all day they find an open gate,</l>
                  <l>Lo, thus the deadly warre ſtant algate,</l>
                  <l>But euer I hope of king Henries grace,</l>
                  <l>That he it is which ſhall the peace embrace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My worthy noble prince and king annoint,</l>
                  <l>Whom God hath of his grace ſo preſerued,</l>
                  <l>Behold and ſee the world vpon this point,</l>
                  <l>As for thy part, that Chriſts peace be ſerued,</l>
                  <l>So ſhall thy high mede be deſerued,</l>
                  <l>To him which all ſhall quite at laſt,</l>
                  <l>* For this life here may no while laſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>See Alexander, Hector, and Iulius,</l>
                  <l>See Machabeus, Dauid, and Ioſue,</l>
                  <l>See Charlemaiue, Godefray, and Arthus,</l>
                  <l>Fulfilled of warre and of mortality,</l>
                  <l>Her fame abitte, but all is vanity,</l>
                  <l>For death, which hath the warres vnder foot,</l>
                  <l>Hath made an end, of which there is no boot.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>So many a man the ſoth wete and know,</l>
                  <l>That peace is good for euery king to haue,</l>
                  <l>* The fortune of the warre is euer vnknow,</l>
                  <l>But where peace is, there is y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> marches ſaue,</l>
                  <l>That now is vp, to morrow is vnder graue,</l>
                  <l>* The mighty God hath all grace in hand,</l>
                  <l>Without him men may not long ſtand.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>At the tennes to win or leſe a chaſe,</l>
                  <l>May no life wete or that the ball be ronne,</l>
                  <l>* Al ſtant in God, w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thing men ſhal purchaſe,</l>
                  <l>The end is in him or that it be begonne,</l>
                  <l>* Men ſaine the woll when it is well ſponne,</l>
                  <l>Doth that the cloth is ſtrong and profitable,</l>
                  <l>And els it may neuer be durable.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The worlds chaunces vpon auenture</l>
                  <l>Ben euer ſet, but thilke chaunce of pees</l>
                  <l>Is ſo behouely to the creature,</l>
                  <l>That is aboue all other peerlees,</l>
                  <l>But it may not beget nathelees</l>
                  <l>Among the men to laſt any while,</l>
                  <l>But where the hert is plaine without guile.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The peace is as it were a ſacrament</l>
                  <l>Tofore the God, and ſhall with words plaine,</l>
                  <l>Without any double entendement</l>
                  <l>Be treated, for the trouth cannot faine,</l>
                  <l>* But if the men within himſelfe ben vaine,</l>
                  <l>The ſubſtaunce of the peace may not be trew,</l>
                  <l>But euery day it chaungeth vpon new.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But who that is of charity parfite,</l>
                  <l>He voideth all ſleights ferre away,</l>
                  <l>And ſet his word vpon the ſame plite,</l>
                  <l>Where that his hert hath found a ſiker way,</l>
                  <l>And thus when conſcience is truly way,</l>
                  <l>And that theſe ben handled with the wiſe,</l>
                  <l>It ſhall abide, and ſtand in all wiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Apoſtle ſaith, * Ther may no life be good</l>
                  <l>Which is not grounded vpon charity,</l>
                  <l>For charity ne ſhed neuer blood,</l>
                  <l>So hath the warre as there no property,</l>
                  <l>For thilke vertue which is ſaid pity,</l>
                  <l>With charity ſo ferforth is acquainted,</l>
                  <l>That in her may no falſe ſemblant be painted.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Caſſodore, whoſe writing is authoriſed,</l>
                  <l>Saith: * Where that pity reigneth, is grace,</l>
                  <l>Through which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> peace hath al his welth aſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſed,</l>
                  <l>So that of warre he dredeth no manace,</l>
                  <l>Where pity dwelleth in the ſame place,</l>
                  <l>There may no deadly cruelty ſojourne,</l>
                  <l>Wherof that mercy ſhould his way tourne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To ſee what pity forthwith mercy doth,</l>
                  <l>The cronique is at Rome in thilke empire</l>
                  <l>Of Conſtantine, which is a tale ſooth,</l>
                  <l>When him was leuer his owne death deſire,</l>
                  <l>Than do the yong children to martire,</l>
                  <l>Of cruelty he left the quarele,</l>
                  <l>Pity he wrought, and pity was his hele.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For thilke mans pity which he dede,</l>
                  <l>God was pitous, and made him hole at all,</l>
                  <l>Silueſter came, and in the ſame ſtede</l>
                  <l>Yaue him baptiſme firſt in ſpeciall,</l>
                  <l>Which did away the ſinne originall,</l>
                  <l>And all his lepre it hath ſo purified,</l>
                  <l>That his pity for euer is magnified.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Pity was cauſe why this Emperour</l>
                  <l>Was hole in body and in ſoule both,</l>
                  <l>And Rome alſo was ſet in thilke honour</l>
                  <l>Of Chriſts faith, ſo that they leue or loth,</l>
                  <l>Which hadden be with Chriſt tofore wroth,</l>
                  <l>Receiued were vnto Chriſts lore,</l>
                  <l>Thus ſhall pity be praiſed euermore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My worthy liege lord, Henry by name,</l>
                  <l>Which England haſt to gouerne and right,</l>
                  <l>Men ought well thy pity to proclaime,</l>
                  <l>Which openliche in all the worlds ſight</l>
                  <l>Is ſhewed, with the helpe of God almight,</l>
                  <l>To yeue vs peace, which long hath be debated,</l>
                  <l>Whereof thy priſe ſhall neuer be abated.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My lord, in whome hath euer yet be found</l>
                  <l>Pity, without ſpot of violence,</l>
                  <l>Keepe thilke peace alway within bound,</l>
                  <l>Which God hath planted in thy conſcience,</l>
                  <l>So ſhall the cronique of thy patience</l>
                  <l>Among the ſaints be taken into memory</l>
                  <l>To the legend of perdurable glory.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And to thine earthly priſe, ſo as I can,</l>
                  <l>Which euery man is hold to commend,</l>
                  <l>I Gower, which am all thy liege man,</l>
                  <l>This letter vnto thine excellence I ſend,</l>
                  <l>As I which euer vnto my liues end</l>
                  <l>Woll pray for the ſtate of thy perſone,</l>
                  <l>In worſhip of thy ſcepter and thy throne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Not onely to my king, of peace I write,</l>
                  <l>But to theſe other princes Chriſten all,</l>
                  <l>That ech of hem his owne hert endite,</l>
                  <l>And ſeaſe the warre or more miſcheefe fall,</l>
                  <l>Set eke the rightfull Pope vpon his ſtall,</l>
                  <l>Keepe charity, and draw pity to hand,</l>
                  <l>Maintaine law, and ſo the peace ſhall ſtand.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit carmen de pacis commendatione, quod
ad laudem &amp; memoriam ſeremſſimi principis domini
regis Henrici Quarti, ſuus humilis orator Johannes
Gower compoſuit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div xml:lang="lat" type="poem">
               <q>
                  <l>Electus Chriſti, pie rex Henrici fuiſti</l>
                  <l>Qui bene veniſti, cum propria regna petiſti</l>
                  <l>Tu mala viciſtique bonis bona reſtituiſti</l>
                  <l>Et populo triſti, nova gaudia contribuiſti</l>
                  <l>Eſt mihi ſpes lata, quod adhuc per te renovata</l>
                  <l>Succedent fata, veteri probitare beata</l>
                  <l>Eſt tibi nam grata, gratia ſponte data.</l>
                  <l>Henrici quarti, primus regni fuit annus</l>
                  <l>Quo mihi defecit viſus ad acta mea,</l>
                  <l>Omnia tempus habent finem natura miniſtrat</l>
                  <l>Quem virtute ſua frangere nemo poteſt,</l>
                  <l>Ultra poſſe nihil quamvis mihi velle remanſit</l>
                  <l>Amplius ut ſcribam non mihi poſſe manet,</l>
                  <l>Dum potui ſcripſi, ſed nunc quia curva ſenectus,</l>
                  <l>Turbavit ſenſus ſcripta relinquo ſcholis,</l>
                  <l>
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Scribat qui veniet poſt me diſcretior alter.</l>
                  <l>Ammodo namque manus &amp; mea penna ſilent,</l>
                  <l>Hoc tamen in fine verborum queſo meorum,</l>
                  <l>Proſpera quod ſtatuat regna futura Deus.</l>
               </q>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>¶A Saying of Dan Iohn.</head>
               <l>THere be foure thinges that maketh man
foole,</l>
               <l>Honour firſt putteth him in outrage,</l>
               <l>And alder next, ſolitary and ſoole,</l>
               <l>The ſecond is unweldy crooked age,</l>
               <l>Women alſo bring men in dotage,</l>
               <l>And mighty wine in many diuers wiſe</l>
               <l>Diſtempren folke which been holden wiſe.</l>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>¶Yet of the ſame.</head>
                  <l>THere ben four things cauſing great foly,</l>
                  <l>Honour firſt, and vnwildy age,</l>
                  <l>Women and wine I dare eke ſpecifie,</l>
                  <l>Make wiſe men fallen in dotage,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore by counſail of Philoſophers ſage,</l>
                  <l>In great honour learne this of me,</l>
                  <l>With thine eſtate have humilite.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Balade de bon conſail.</head>
                  <l>IF it befall that God thee liſt viſite</l>
                  <l>With any tourment or adverſite,</l>
                  <l>Thanke firſte the lord, and thy ſelfe to quite,</l>
                  <l>Vpon ſuffraunce and humilite</l>
                  <l>Found thou thy quarell, what ever that it be:</l>
                  <l>Make thy defence, &amp; thou ſhalt have no loſſe,</l>
                  <l>The remembrance of Chriſt and of his croſſe.</l>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Of the Cuckow and the
Nightingale.</head>
               <argument>
                  <p>Chaucer dreameth that he heareth the Cuckow
and the Nightingale contend for excellency
in ſinging.</p>
               </argument>
               <lg>
                  <l>* THE God of love and benedicite,</l>
                  <l>How mighty &amp; howe great a lord is he,</l>
                  <l>For he can make of low herts hy,</l>
                  <l>And of high low, and like for to dy,</l>
                  <l>And hard herts he can maken free.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>He can make within a little ſtound</l>
                  <l>Of ſicke folke hole, freſh, and ſound,</l>
                  <l>And of hole he can make ſeeke,</l>
                  <l>He can bind and vnbinden eke</l>
                  <l>That he woll have bounden or vnbound.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To tell his might my wit may not ſuffice,</l>
                  <l>For he can make of wiſe folke full nice,</l>
                  <l>For he may do all that he woll device,</l>
                  <l>And lithy folke to deſtroyen vice,</l>
                  <l>And proud herts he can make agriſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Shortly all that ever he woll he may,</l>
                  <l>Againſt him dare no wight ſay nay,</l>
                  <l>For he can glad and greve whom him liketh,</l>
                  <l>And who that he woll, he lougheth or ſiketh,</l>
                  <l>And moſt his might he ſhedeth ever in May.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For every true gentle heart free,</l>
                  <l>That with him is or thinketh for to be,</l>
                  <l>Againe May now ſhall have ſome ſtering,</l>
                  <l>Or to joy or els to ſome mourning,</l>
                  <l>In no ſeaſon ſo much, as thinketh me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For when they may here the birds ſing,</l>
                  <l>And ſee the floures and the leaves ſpring,</l>
                  <l>That bringeth into her remembraunce</l>
                  <l>A manner eaſe, medled with grevaunce,</l>
                  <l>And luſtie thoughts full of great longing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And of that longing commeth hevineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And thereof groweth of great ſickneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And for lacke of that that they deſire,</l>
                  <l>And thus in May ben herts ſet on fire,</l>
                  <l>So that they brennen forth in great diſtreſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I ſpeake this of feeling truly,</l>
                  <l>If I be old and vnluſty,</l>
                  <l>Yet I have felt of the ſickneſſe through May</l>
                  <l>Both hote and cold, and axes every day,</l>
                  <l>How ſore ywis there wote no wight but I.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I am ſo ſhaken with the fevers white,</l>
                  <l>Of all this May ſleepe I but a lite,</l>
                  <l>And alſo it is not like to me,</l>
                  <l>That any heart ſhould ſleepy be,</l>
                  <l>In whom that love his firy dart woll ſmite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But as I lay this other night waking,</l>
                  <l>I thought how lovers had a tokening,</l>
                  <l>And among hem it was a commune tale,</l>
                  <l>That it were good to here the Nightingale,</l>
                  <l>Rather than the leud Cuckow ſing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And then I thought anon as it was day,</l>
                  <l>I would go ſome where to aſſay</l>
                  <l>If that I might a Nightingale here,</l>
                  <l>For yet had I none heard of all that yere,</l>
                  <l>And it was tho the third night of May.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And anone as I the day aſpide,</l>
                  <l>No lenger would I in my bed abide,</l>
                  <l>But vnto a wood that was faſt by,</l>
                  <l>I went forth alone boldely,</l>
                  <l>And held the way downe by a brooke ſide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Till I came to a laund of white and green,</l>
                  <l>So faire one had I never in been,</l>
                  <l>The ground was green, ypoudred with dai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſie</l>
                  <l>The floures and the greues like hy,</l>
                  <l>All greene and white, was nothing els ſeene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>There ſate I downe among y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> faire flours,</l>
                  <l>And ſaw the birds trip out of her bours,</l>
                  <l>There as they reſted hem all the night,</l>
                  <l>They were ſo joyfull of the dayes light,</l>
                  <l>They began of May for to done hours.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>They coud that ſeruice all by rote,</l>
                  <l>There was many a louely note,</l>
                  <l>Some ſong loud as they had plained,</l>
                  <l>And ſome in other manner voice yfained,</l>
                  <l>And ſome all out with the full throte.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>They proyned hem, &amp; made hem right gay,</l>
                  <l>And daunceden and lepten on the ſpray,</l>
                  <l>And euermore two and two in fere,</l>
                  <l>Right ſo as they had choſen hem to yere</l>
                  <l>In Feuerere vpon ſaint Valentines day.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And the riuer that I ſate vpon,</l>
                  <l>It made ſuch a noiſe as it ron,</l>
                  <l>Accordaunt with the birds armony,</l>
                  <l>Me thought it was the beſt melody</l>
                  <l>That might ben yheard of any mon.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And for delite, I wote neuer how</l>
                  <l>I fell in ſuch a ſlomber and a ſwow,</l>
                  <l>Nat all aſleepe, ne fully waking,</l>
                  <l>And in that ſwow me thought I heard ſing</l>
                  <l>The ſorry bird the leaud cuckow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And that was on a tree right faſt by,</l>
                  <l>But who was then euill apaid but I:</l>
                  <l>Now God (qd. I) that died on the crois,</l>
                  <l>Yeue ſorrow on thee, and on thy leaud vois,</l>
                  <l>Full little joy haue I now of thy cry.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And as I with the cuckow thus gan chide,</l>
                  <l>I heard in the next buſh beſide</l>
                  <l>A nightingale ſo luſtely ſing,</l>
                  <l>That with her clere voice ſhe made ring</l>
                  <l>Through all the greene wood wide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ah, good nightingale (qd. I then)</l>
                  <l>A little haſt thou ben too ſong hen,</l>
                  <l>For here hath ben the leaud cuckow,</l>
                  <l>And ſongen ſongs rather than haſt thou,</l>
                  <l>I pray to God euill fire her bren.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But now I woll you tell a wonder thing,</l>
                  <l>As long as I lay in that ſwouning,</l>
                  <l>Me thought I wiſt what the birds ment,</l>
                  <l>And what they ſaid, &amp; what was her entent,</l>
                  <l>And of her ſpeech I had good knowing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>There heard I the nightingale ſay,</l>
                  <l>Now good cuckow go ſomewhere away,</l>
                  <l>And let vs that can ſingen dwellen here,</l>
                  <l>For euery wight eſcheueth thee to here,</l>
                  <l>Thy ſongs be ſo elenge in good fay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What (qd. ſhe) what may thee aylen now,</l>
                  <l>It thinketh me, I ſing as well as thou,</l>
                  <l>For my ſong is both true and plaine,</l>
                  <l>And though I cannot crakell ſo in vaine,</l>
                  <l>As thou doſt in thy throte, I wot neuer how.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And euery wight may vnderſtand mee,</l>
                  <l>But nightingale ſo may they not done thee,</l>
                  <l>For thou haſt many a nice queint cry,</l>
                  <l>I haue thee heard ſaine, ocy, ocy,</l>
                  <l>How might I know what that ſhould be?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ah foole (qd. ſhe) woſt thou not what it is,</l>
                  <l>When that I ſay, ocy, ocy, ywis,</l>
                  <l>Then meane I that I would wonder faine,</l>
                  <l>That all they were ſhamefully yſlaine,</l>
                  <l>That meanen ought againe loue amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And alſo I would that all tho were dede,</l>
                  <l>That thinke not in loue her life to lede,</l>
                  <l>For who ſo y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wol not the God of loue ſerue,</l>
                  <l>I dare well ſay he is worthy to ſterue,</l>
                  <l>And for that skill, ocy, ocy, I grede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Eye (qd. the cuckow) this is a queint law,</l>
                  <l>That euery wight ſhall loue or be to draw,</l>
                  <l>But I forſake all ſuch companie,</l>
                  <l>For mine entent is not for to die,</l>
                  <l>Ne neuer while I liue on loues yoke to draw.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For louers ben the folke that ben on liue,</l>
                  <l>That moſt diſeaſe haue, and moſt vnthriue,</l>
                  <l>And moſt endure ſorrow, wo, and care,</l>
                  <l>And leaſt feelen of welfare,</l>
                  <l>What needeth it ayenſt trouth to ſtriue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What (qd. ſhe) thou art out of thy mind,</l>
                  <l>How might thou in thy churleneſſe find</l>
                  <l>To ſpeake of loues ſeruaunts in this wiſe,</l>
                  <l>For in this world is none ſo good ſeruiſe</l>
                  <l>To euery wight that gentle is of kind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For thereof truly commeth all goodneſſe,</l>
                  <l>All honour, and all gentleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Worſhip, eaſe, and all hearts luſt,</l>
                  <l>Parfite joy, and full aſſured truſt,</l>
                  <l>Iolitie, pleaſaunce, and freſhneſſe,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Lowlyhead, largeſſe, and curteſie,</l>
                  <l>Semelyhead, and true companie,</l>
                  <l>Drede of ſhame for to done amis:</l>
                  <l>* For he that truly loues ſeruaunt is,</l>
                  <l>Were lother be ſhamed than to die.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And that this is ſooth that I ſey,</l>
                  <l>In that beleeue I will liue and dey,</l>
                  <l>And cuckow ſo I rede that thou do ywis:</l>
                  <l>Then (qd. he) let me neuer haue bliſſe,</l>
                  <l>If euer I vnto that counſaile obey.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Nightingale thou ſpeakeſt wonder faire,</l>
                  <l>But for all that is the ſooth contraire,</l>
                  <l>* For loue is in yong folke but rage,</l>
                  <l>And in old folke a great dotage,</l>
                  <l>Who moſt it vſeth, moſt ſhall enpaire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For thereof cometh diſeaſe &amp; heuineſſe,</l>
                  <l>So ſorow &amp; care, and many a great ſickneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Deſpite, debate, anger, and enuie,</l>
                  <l>Deprauing, ſhame, vntruſt, and jelouſie,</l>
                  <l>Pride, miſcheefe, pouerty, and woodneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Louing is an office of deſpaire,</l>
                  <l>And one thing is therein that is not faire,</l>
                  <l>For who that getteth of loue a little bliſſe,</l>
                  <l>But if he be alway therewith ywis,</l>
                  <l>He may full ſoone of age haue his haire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>And Nightingale therefore hold thee ny,</l>
                  <l>For leue me well, for all thy queint cry,</l>
                  <l>If thou be ferre or long fro thy make,</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt be as other that been forſake,</l>
                  <l>And then thou ſhalt hoten as doe I.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Fie (qd. ſhe) on thy name and on thee,</l>
                  <l>The god of Loue ne let thee neuer ythee,</l>
                  <l>For thou art worſe a thouſandfold than wood,</l>
                  <l>* For many one is full worthy and full good,</l>
                  <l>That had be naught ne had loue ybee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For euermore loue his ſeruants amendeth,</l>
                  <l>And from all euill taches hem defendeth,</l>
                  <l>And maketh hem to brenne right in a fire,</l>
                  <l>In trouth and in worſhipfull deſire,</l>
                  <l>And when him liketh, joy inough hem ſendeth.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thou Nightingale he ſaid, be ſtill,</l>
                  <l>* For loue hath no reaſon, but it is will,</l>
                  <l>For oft time vntrue folke he eaſeth,</l>
                  <l>And true folke ſo bitterly he diſpleaſeth,</l>
                  <l>That for defaut of courage he let hem ſpill.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then tooke I of the Nightingale keepe,</l>
                  <l>How ſhe caſt a ſigh out of her deepe,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, alas that euer I was bore,</l>
                  <l>I can for tene not ſay one word more,</l>
                  <l>And right with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> word ſhe braſt out to weepe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) my hert woll to breake,</l>
                  <l>To hearen thus this leaud bird ſpeake</l>
                  <l>Of loue, and of his worſhipfull ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>Now God of loue thou help me in ſome wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That I may on this Cuckow been awreake.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Me thought then he ſtert vp anone,</l>
                  <l>And glad was I that he was agone,</l>
                  <l>And euermore the Cuckow as he flay,</l>
                  <l>Said farewell, farewell Popingay,</l>
                  <l>As though he had ſcorned me alone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And then came the Nightingale to mee,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, friend forſooth I thanke thee,</l>
                  <l>That thou haſt liked me to reſcow,</l>
                  <l>And one auow to loue make I now,</l>
                  <l>That all this May I woll thy ſinger be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I thanked her, and was right well apaied:</l>
                  <l>Ye (qd. ſhe) and be thou not diſmaied,</l>
                  <l>Tho thou haue herd y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Cuckow erſt than me,</l>
                  <l>For if I liue, it ſhall amended be</l>
                  <l>The next May, if I be not affraied.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And one thing I woll rede thee alſo,</l>
                  <l>Ne leue thou not y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Cuckow, ne his loues ſo,</l>
                  <l>For all that he hath ſaid is ſtrong leaſing:</l>
                  <l>Nay (qd. I) thereto ſhall nothing me bring,</l>
                  <l>For loue and it hath doe me much wo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye, vſe (qd. ſhe) this medicine</l>
                  <l>Euery day this May or thou dine,</l>
                  <l>Go looke vpon the freſh Daiſie,</l>
                  <l>And though thou be for wo in point to die,</l>
                  <l>That ſhall full greatly <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eſſen thee of thy pine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And looke alway that thou be good and trew,</l>
                  <l>And I woll ſing one of the ſongs new</l>
                  <l>For loue of thee, as loud as I may crie:</l>
                  <l>And then ſhe began this ſong full hie,</l>
                  <l>I ſhrew all hem that been of loue vntrue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when ſhe had ſong it to the end,</l>
                  <l>Now farewell (qd. ſhe) for I mote wend,</l>
                  <l>And god of loue, that can right well, &amp; may,</l>
                  <l>As much joy ſend thee this day,</l>
                  <l>As any yet louer he euer ſend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus taketh y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Nightingale her leaue of me,</l>
                  <l>I pray to God alway with her be,</l>
                  <l>And joy of loue he ſend her euermore,</l>
                  <l>And ſhilde vs fro the Cuckow and his lore,</l>
                  <l>For there is not ſo falſe a bird as he.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Forth ſhe flew the gentle Nightingale</l>
                  <l>To all the birds that were in that dale,</l>
                  <l>And gate hem all into a place in fere,</l>
                  <l>And beſoughten hem that they would here</l>
                  <l>Her diſeaſe, and thus began her tale.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Cuckow, well it is not for to hide</l>
                  <l>How the Cuckow and I faſt haue chide,</l>
                  <l>Euer ſithen it was day light,</l>
                  <l>I pray you all that ye doe me right</l>
                  <l>On that foule falſe vnkind bridde.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then ſpake o bird for all, by one aſſent,</l>
                  <l>This matter asketh good auiſement,</l>
                  <l>For we been birdes here in fere,</l>
                  <l>And ſooth it is, the Cuckow is not here,</l>
                  <l>And therefore we woll haue a parliment.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And thereat ſhall the Egle be our Lord,</l>
                  <l>And other peres that been of record,</l>
                  <l>And the Cuckow ſhall be after ſent,</l>
                  <l>There ſhall be yeue the judgement,</l>
                  <l>Or els we ſhall finally make accord.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And this ſhall be without nay</l>
                  <l>The morrow after ſaint Valentines day,</l>
                  <l>Vnder a Maple that is faire and grene,</l>
                  <l>Before the chamber window of the quene,</l>
                  <l>At Woodſtocke vpon the grene lay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>She thanked hem, &amp; then her leaue toke,</l>
                  <l>And into an Hauthorne by that broke,</l>
                  <l>And there ſhe ſate and ſong vpon that tree,</l>
                  <l>Terme of life loue hath withhold me,</l>
                  <l>So loud that I with that ſong awoke.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <lg>
                  <l>O Leud book with thy foule rudeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Sith thou haſte neither beauty ne elo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quence,</l>
                  <l>Who hath thee cauſed or yeue thee hardineſſe</l>
                  <l>For to appeare in my Ladies preſence,</l>
                  <l>I am full ſiker thou knoweſt her beneuolence,</l>
                  <l>Full agreeable to all her abying,</l>
                  <l>For of all good ſhe is the beſt liuing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas that thou ne haddeſt worthineſſe,</l>
                  <l>To ſhew to her ſome pleaſaunt ſentence,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="565" facs="tcp:51487:302"/>
Sith that ſhe hath through her gentilleſſe</l>
                  <l>Accepted the ſeruant to her digne reuerence,</l>
                  <l>O, me repenteth that I ne had ſcience</l>
                  <l>And leiſer als, to make thee more floriſhing,</l>
                  <l>For of all good ſhe is the beſt liuing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Beſeech her meekely with all lowlineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Though I be ferre from her in abſence,</l>
                  <l>To think on my trouth to her &amp; ſtedfaſtneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And to abridge of my ſorrowes the violence,</l>
                  <l>Which cauſed is, wherof knoweth your ſapi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence,</l>
                  <l>She like among to notifie me her liking</l>
                  <l>For of all good ſhe is the beſt liuing.</l>
               </lg>
               <div type="envoy">
                  <head>Lenuoye.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> Vrore of gladneſſe, and day of luſtineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Lucern a night with heauenly influence</l>
                  <l>Illumined, root of beauty and goodneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Suſpires which I effunde in ſilence,</l>
                  <l>Of grace I beſeech alledge let your writing,</l>
                  <l>Now of all good, ſith ye be beſt liuing.</l>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Scogan unto the Lords and Gen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tlemen
of the Kings Houſe.</head>
               <argument>
                  <p>In the written Copies the Title hereof is thus:
Here followeth a moral Ballad to the Prince,
the Duke of Clarence, the Duke of Bedford,
the Duke of Glouceſter, the Kings Sons; by
Henry Scogan, at a Supper among the Mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chants
in the Vintry at London, in the Houſe of
Lewis John.</p>
               </argument>
               <lg>
                  <l>MY noble ſonnes and eke my lords dere,</l>
                  <l>I your father called vnworthely,</l>
                  <l>Send vnto you this little Treatiſe here,</l>
                  <l>Written with mine owne hand full rudely,</l>
                  <l>Although it be that I not reuerently</l>
                  <l>Haue written to your eſtates, I you pray</l>
                  <l>Mine vnconning taketh benignely</l>
                  <l>For Gods ſake, and herken what I ſay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I complain me ſore when I remember me</l>
                  <l>The ſuddaine age that is vpon me fall,</l>
                  <l>But more I complain my miſpent juuentute</l>
                  <l>The which is impoſſible ayen for to call,</l>
                  <l>But certainly the moſt complaint of all,</l>
                  <l>Is to thinke, that I haue be ſo nice,</l>
                  <l>That I ne would vertues to me call</l>
                  <l>In all my youth, but vices aye cherice.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of which I aske mercy of the Lord,</l>
                  <l>That art almighty God in majeſty,</l>
                  <l>Beſeking to make ſo euen accord</l>
                  <l>Betwixt thee and my ſoule, that vanity,</l>
                  <l>Worldly luſt, ne blind proſperity,</l>
                  <l>Haue no lordſhip ouer my fleſh ſo frele,</l>
                  <l>Thou Lord of reſt and parfite vnity,</l>
                  <l>Put fro me vice, and kepe my ſoule hele.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And yeue me might while I haue life &amp; ſpace,</l>
                  <l>Me to confirme fully to thy pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Shew to me the abundaunce of thy grace,</l>
                  <l>And in good werks grant me perſeueraunce,</l>
                  <l>Of all my youth forget the ignoraunce,</l>
                  <l>Yeue me good will to ſerue thee ay to queme,</l>
                  <l>Set all my life after thine ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>And able me to mercy or thou deme.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My lords dere, why I this complaint write</l>
                  <l>To you, whom I loue moſt entirely,</l>
                  <l>Is for to warne you as I can endite,</l>
                  <l>* That time loſt in youth folily,</l>
                  <l>Greueth a wight bodily and ghoſtly,</l>
                  <l>I meane him that to luſt and vice entend,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore lords I pray you ſpecially,</l>
                  <l>Your youth in vertue ſhapeth to diſpend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Plant the root of youth in ſuch a wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That in vertue your growing be alway,</l>
                  <l>Looke alway goodneſſe be in your exerciſe,</l>
                  <l>That ſhall you mighty make at each aſſay,</l>
                  <l>The fiend to withſtand at each affray,</l>
                  <l>Paſſeth wiſely this perillous pilgrimage,</l>
                  <l>Think on this word, and werke it euery day,</l>
                  <l>That ſhall you yeue a parfite floured age.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Taketh alſo hede how y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> theſe noble clerkes</l>
                  <l>Writen in her bookes of great ſaprence,</l>
                  <l>Saying that faith is ded withouten werkes,</l>
                  <l>And right ſo is eſtate with negligence</l>
                  <l>Of vertue, and therefore with diligence</l>
                  <l>* Shapeth of vertue ſo to plant the root,</l>
                  <l>That ye thereof haue full experience</l>
                  <l>To worſhip of your life and ſoules boot.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Taketh alſo hede, that lordſhip ne eſtate</l>
                  <l>Without vertue may not long endure,</l>
                  <l>Thinketh eke how vices &amp; vertue at debate</l>
                  <l>Haue ben and ſhall while the world may dure,</l>
                  <l>And euer the vicious by auenture</l>
                  <l>Is ouerthrow, and thinketh euermore</l>
                  <l>That God is Lord of all vertue, and figure</l>
                  <l>Of all goodneſſe, and therfore follow his lore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My maiſter Chaucer, God his ſoule ſaue,</l>
                  <l>That in his language was ſo curious,</l>
                  <l>He ſaid that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> father which is dead &amp; graue,</l>
                  <l>Biqueth nothing his vertue with his hous</l>
                  <l>Vnto his children, and therefore labourous</l>
                  <l>Ought ye be, beſeeking God of grace</l>
                  <l>To yeue you might for to be vertuous,</l>
                  <l>Through whichye miȝt haue part of his place.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Here may ye ſee that vertuous nobleſſe</l>
                  <l>Commeth not to you by way of aunceſtry,</l>
                  <l>But it commeth by lefull buſineſſe</l>
                  <l>Of honeſt life, and not by ſlogardry,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore in youth I rede you ediſie</l>
                  <l>The houſe of vertue in ſuch a manere,</l>
                  <l>That in your age may you keepe and gie</l>
                  <l>Fro the tempeſt of worlds wawes here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Thinketh how betwixe vertue and eſtate</l>
                  <l>There is a parfite bleſſed Mariage,</l>
                  <l>Vertue is cauſe of peace, vice of debate</l>
                  <l>In mans ſoule, the which be full of courage,</l>
                  <l>Cheriſheth then vertue, vices to outrage,</l>
                  <l>Driueth hem away, let hem haue no wonning</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="566" facs="tcp:51487:303"/>
In your ſoules, leſeth not the heritage</l>
                  <l>Which God hath yeue to vertuous liuing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Take heed alſo how men of poore degree</l>
                  <l>Through vertue haue beſet in great honour,</l>
                  <l>And euer haue liued in great proſperity</l>
                  <l>Through cheriſhing of vertuous labour,</l>
                  <l>Thinketh alſo how many a gouernour</l>
                  <l>Called to eſtate, hath be ſet full low</l>
                  <l>Through miſuſing of right and of errour,</l>
                  <l>And therefore I couſaile you vertue to know</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus by your anceſters ye may nothing claim,</l>
                  <l>As that my maiſter Chaucer ſaith expreſſe,</l>
                  <l>But temporal thing, that men may hurt or maime,</l>
                  <l>Then is God ſtocke of vertuous nobleſſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſith that he is lord of bleſſedneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And made us all, and for us all deide,</l>
                  <l>Followeth him in vertue with full buſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And of this thing herke how my maiſter ſeide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The firſt ſtocke, father of gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>What man that claimeth gentill for to be,</l>
                  <l>Muſt follow his trace, and all his wits dreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Vertue to looke, and vices for to fly,</l>
                  <l>For unto vertue longeth dignity,</l>
                  <l>And not the reuers ſafely dare I deme,</l>
                  <l>All weare the mitre, corowne, or Diademe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The firſt ſtocke was full of rightwiſeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>True of his word, ſobre, pitous, and free,</l>
                  <l>Cleane of his ghoſt, and loued buſineſſe</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt the vice of ſloth in honeſty,</l>
                  <l>And but his heire loue vertue, as did he,</l>
                  <l>He is not gentill though he rich ſeme,</l>
                  <l>All weare he mitre, croune, or Diademe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Vice may be an heire to old richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>* But there may no man, all men may ſee,</l>
                  <l>Biqueth his heire his vertuous nobleſſe,</l>
                  <l>That is appropried vnto no degree,</l>
                  <l>But to the firſt father of Majeſty,</l>
                  <l>That maketh his heires hem that can him queme,</l>
                  <l>All weare he mitre, croune, or Diademe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Lo, heare this noble Poete of Brittaine</l>
                  <l>How lightly in vertuous ſentence</l>
                  <l>The loſſe on youth of vertue can complaine,</l>
                  <l>Therefore I pray you with your diligence,</l>
                  <l>For your profite and Gods reuerence,</l>
                  <l>Tempereth fully vertue in your mind,</l>
                  <l>That when ye come to your judges preſence,</l>
                  <l>Ye be not vertuleſſe then behind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Many lords haue a manner now adayes,</l>
                  <l>Though one ſhew him a vertuous mattere,</l>
                  <l>Her feruent youth is of ſo falſe alayes,</l>
                  <l>That of that art they haue no joy to here,</l>
                  <l>But as a ſhip that is without a ſtere,</l>
                  <l>Driueth vp and doun without gouernaunce,</l>
                  <l>Wening that calme would laſt yere by yere,</l>
                  <l>Right ſo fare they for very ignoraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For very ſhame know they not by reaſon,</l>
                  <l>That after an ebb ther cometh a flood ful rage,</l>
                  <l>In y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſame wiſe when youth paſſeth his ſeaſon</l>
                  <l>Commeth crooked and unweldy palied age,</l>
                  <l>And ſone after comen the Kalends of dotage,</l>
                  <l>And if y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> her youth haue no vertue provided,</l>
                  <l>All men woll ſay fie on her vaſſalage,</l>
                  <l>Thus hath her ſloth fro worſhip hem deuided.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Boecius the clerk, as men may rede and ſee,</l>
                  <l>Saith in his booke of Conſolation,</l>
                  <l>What man deſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>reth of Vine or tree,</l>
                  <l>Plenteous fruit in reaping ſeaſon,</l>
                  <l>Muſt euer eſchue to doe oppreſſion</l>
                  <l>Vnto the root, while it is yong and grene,</l>
                  <l>Thus may ye ſee well by that incluſion,</l>
                  <l>* That youth vertuleſſe doeth much tene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Now ſeeth there ayenſt how vertuous nobleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Rooted in youth with good perſeueraunce,</l>
                  <l>Driueth away all vices and wretchedneſſe,</l>
                  <l>As ſlogardry, riot, and diſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>Seeth eke how vertue cauſeth ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Seeth eke how vertue voideth all vice,</l>
                  <l>And who ſo hath vertue, hath all habundaunce</l>
                  <l>Of wele, as farre as reaſon can deuiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Take heed of Tullius Hoſtilius,</l>
                  <l>That fro pouert came to high degree</l>
                  <l>Through vertue, redeth eke of Iulius</l>
                  <l>The conquerour, how poore a man was he,</l>
                  <l>Yet through his vertue and humility,</l>
                  <l>Of many countrey had he in gouernaunce,</l>
                  <l>Thus vertue bringeth a man to great degree,</l>
                  <l>Eche wight that luſt to do him entendaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Rede here ayenſt now of Nero vertulees,</l>
                  <l>Taketh heed alſo of proud Balthaſare,</l>
                  <l>They hated vertue, equity, and pees,</l>
                  <l>And looke how Antiochus fill fro his chare,</l>
                  <l>That he his skin and bones all to tare,</l>
                  <l>Look what miſchance they had for her vices,</l>
                  <l>Who ſo woll not by theſe ſignes beware,</l>
                  <l>I dare well ſay infortunate and nice is.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I can no more now ſay, but hereby may ye ſee,</l>
                  <l>How vertue cauſeth parfite ſikerneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And vices exilen all proſperity,</l>
                  <l>The beſt is ech man to choſe as I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>Doeth as you liſt, I me excuſe expreſſe,</l>
                  <l>I would be right ſorry if that ye miſcheſe,</l>
                  <l>God confirme you in vertuous nobleſſe,</l>
                  <l>So that through negligence ye not it leſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <lg>
                  <l>* SOmetime the world ſo ſtedfaſt was and ſtable,</l>
                  <l>That mans word was an obligatioun,</l>
                  <l>And now it is ſo falſe and deceivable,</l>
                  <l>That word and deed as in concluſioun</l>
                  <l>Is nothing like, for tourned is vp ſo doun</l>
                  <l>All the world, through mede and fikelneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That all is loſt for lack of ſtedfaſtneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What maketh the world to be ſo variable</l>
                  <l>But luſt, that men haue in diſſenſion,</l>
                  <l>* For among vs a man is hold vnable,</l>
                  <l>But if he can by ſome colluſion</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="567" facs="tcp:51487:303"/>
Doe his neighbour wrong and oppreſſion:</l>
                  <l>What cauſeth this but wilfull wretchedneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That all is loſt for lack of ſtedfaſtneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Trouth is put downe, reaſon is hold fable,</l>
                  <l>Vertue hath now no domination,</l>
                  <l>Pity is exiled, no man is merciable,</l>
                  <l>Through couetiſe is blent diſcretion,</l>
                  <l>The world hath made a permutation,</l>
                  <l>Fro right to wrong, fro trouth to fikelneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That all is loſt for lacke of ſtedfaſtneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <div type="envoy">
                  <head>Lenvoye.</head>
                  <l>Prince deſire to be honourable,</l>
                  <l>Cheriſh thy folke, and hate extortion,</l>
                  <l>Suffer nothing that may be reprouable</l>
                  <l>To thine eſtate, done in thy region,</l>
                  <l>Shew forth the yerd of caſtigation,</l>
                  <l>Drede God, do law, loue trouth &amp; worthineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And wed thy folke ayen to ſtedfaſtneſſe.</l>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Good Counſail of Chaucer.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>FLY fro the preaſe, &amp; dwell with ſoothfaſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,</l>
                  <l>* Suffiſe vnto thy good though it be ſmall,</l>
                  <l>* For horde hath hate, and climbing tikelneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Preaſe hath enuy, and wele is blent ouer all,</l>
                  <l>* Sauour no more than thee behoue ſhall,</l>
                  <l>Rede well thy ſelfe y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> other folke canſt rede,</l>
                  <l>And trouth thee ſhall deliuer, it is no drede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Paine thee not ech crooked to redreſſe</l>
                  <l>In truſt of her that tourneth as a ball,</l>
                  <l>* Great reſt ſtandeth in little buſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Beware alſo to ſpurn againe a nall,</l>
                  <l>Striue not as doth a crocke with a wall,</l>
                  <l>* Deme thy ſelfe that demeſt others dede,</l>
                  <l>And trouth thee ſhall deliuer it is no drede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* That thee is ſent receiue in buxomneſſe,</l>
                  <l>The wraſtling of this world asketh a fall,</l>
                  <l>Here is no home, here is but wilderneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Forth pilgrime, forth beaſt out of thy ſtall,</l>
                  <l>* Looke vp on high, and thanke God of all,</l>
                  <l>* Weiue thy luſts, and let thy ghoſt thee lede,</l>
                  <l>And trouth thee ſhall deliuer, it is no drede.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballade of the Village with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out
Painting.</head>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Plaintife to Fortune.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>THis wretched worldes tranſmutation,</l>
                     <l>As wele and wo, now poor, &amp; now honour,</l>
                     <l>Without order or due diſcretion,</l>
                     <l>Gouerned is by Fortunes errour,</l>
                     <l>But natheleſſe the lacke of her fauour</l>
                     <l>Ne may not doe me ſing, though that I die,</l>
                     <l>L'ay tout pardu, mon temps &amp; labour.</l>
                     <l>For finally fortune I defie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Yet is me left the ſight of my reaſoun,</l>
                     <l>To know friend fro foe in thy mirrour,</l>
                     <l>So much hath yet thy tourning vp &amp; doun</l>
                     <l>Ytaught me to knowen in an hou<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>r,</l>
                     <l>But truly no force of thy reddour</l>
                     <l>To him that ouer himſelfe hath maiſtre,</l>
                     <l>* My ſuffiſaunce ſhall be my ſuccour,</l>
                     <l>For finally fortune I defie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O Socrates thou ſtedfaſt champion,</l>
                     <l>She might neuer be thy turmentour,</l>
                     <l>Thou neuer dredeſt her oppreſſion,</l>
                     <l>Ne in her chere found thou no fauour,</l>
                     <l>Thou knew the deceit of her colour,</l>
                     <l>And that her moſt worſhip is for to lie,</l>
                     <l>I know her eke a falſe diſſimulour,</l>
                     <l>For finally fortune I defie.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The anſwer of Fortune.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>* No man is wretched, but himſelfe it wene,</l>
                     <l>Ne that hath in himſelfe ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                     <l>Why ſaiſt thou then I am to thee ſo kene,</l>
                     <l>That haſt thy ſelfe out of my gouernance?</l>
                     <l>Say thus, graunt mercy of thine habundance</l>
                     <l>that thou haſt lent or this, thou ſhalt not ſtriue,</l>
                     <l>What woſt thou yet how I thee woll auance,</l>
                     <l>And eke thou haſt thy beſt friend aliue.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I haue thee taught deuiſion betweene</l>
                     <l>Friend of effect, and friend of countenaunce,</l>
                     <l>Thee needeth not the gall of an Hine,</l>
                     <l>That cureth eyen darke for her pennaunce</l>
                     <l>Now ſeeſt thou clere that were in ignoraunce,</l>
                     <l>* Yet holt thine anker, &amp; yet thou maiſtarriue</l>
                     <l>There bounty beareth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> key of my ſubſtance,</l>
                     <l>And eke thou haſt thy beſt friend aliue.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>How many haue I refuſed to ſuſtene,</l>
                     <l>Sith I haue thee foſtred in thy pleaſaunce,</l>
                     <l>Wolt thou then make a ſtatute on thy quene,</l>
                     <l>That I ſhall be aye at thine ordinaunce,</l>
                     <l>Thou born art in my reigne of variaunce,</l>
                     <l>About the whele with other muſt thou driue,</l>
                     <l>My lore is bet, then wicke is thy greuaunce,</l>
                     <l>And eke thou haſt thy beſt friend aliue.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The anſwer to Fortune.</head>
                  <l>Thy lore I dampne, it is aduerſity,</l>
                  <l>My frend maiſt thou not reue blind goddeſſe,</l>
                  <l>That I thy friends know, I thanke it thee,</l>
                  <l>* Take hem againe, let hem go lie a preſſe,</l>
                  <l>The niggardes in keeping her richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Pronoſlike is, thou wolt her toure aſſaile,</l>
                  <l>* Wicke appetite commeth aye before ſick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe,</l>
                  <l>In general this rule may not faile.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Fortune.</head>
                  <l>Thou pincheſt at my mutability,</l>
                  <l>For I thee lent a droppe of my richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>And now me liketh to withdraw me,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="568" facs="tcp:51487:304"/>
Why ſhouldeſt thou my royalty oppreſſe,</l>
                  <l>The ſea may ebbe and flow more and leſſe,</l>
                  <l>The welken hath might to ſhine, rain, &amp; hail,</l>
                  <l>Right ſo muſt I kithe my brotilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>In generall this rule may not fail.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>The Plaintife.</head>
                  <l>Lo, the execution of the majeſty,</l>
                  <l>That all purueigheth of his rightwiſeneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That ſame thing fortune clepen ye,</l>
                  <l>Ye blind beaſts full of leaudneſſe,</l>
                  <l>* The heauen hath property of ſikerneſſe,</l>
                  <l>This world hath euer reſtleſſe trauaile,</l>
                  <l>The laſt day is end of mine entreſſe,</l>
                  <l>In generall this rule may not faile.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Thenuoye of Fortune.</head>
                  <l>Princes I pray you of your gentilneſſe</l>
                  <l>Let not this man and me thus cry and plain,</l>
                  <l>And I ſhall quite you this buſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And if ye liſte releue him of his pain,</l>
                  <l>Pray ye his beſt frende of his nobleſſe,</l>
                  <l>That to ſome better ſtate he may attain.</l>
                  <div type="envoy">
                     <head>Lenuoy.</head>
                     <lg>
                        <l>TO broken been the ſtatutes hie in heauen,</l>
                        <l>That create were eternally tendure,</l>
                        <l>Sithe that I ſee the bright Goddes ſeuen,</l>
                        <l>Mowe wepe and waile, and paſſion endure,</l>
                        <l>As may in yearth a mortall creature:</l>
                        <l>Alas, fro whens may this thing procede,</l>
                        <l>Of which errour I die almoſt for drede.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>By word eterne whilom was it ſhape,</l>
                        <l>That fro the fifth cercle in no manere,</l>
                        <l>Ne might of teares doune eſcape,</l>
                        <l>But now ſo weepeth Venus in her ſphere,</l>
                        <l>That with her teares ſhe wol drench vs here,</l>
                        <l>Alas Scogan this is for thine offence,</l>
                        <l>Thou cauſeſt this deluge of peſtilence.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Haſt thou not ſaid in blaſpheme of y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> goddis,</l>
                        <l>Through pride, or through thy gret rekelnes,</l>
                        <l>Such things as in the law of loue forbode is,</l>
                        <l>That for thy lady ſaw not thy diſtreſſe,</l>
                        <l>Therfore thou yaue her vp at Mighelmeſſe?</l>
                        <l>Alas Scogan of olde folke ne yong,</l>
                        <l>Was neuer erſt Scogan blamed for his tong.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Thou drew in ſcorne Cupide eke to record,</l>
                        <l>Of thilke rebell word that thou haſt ſpoken,</l>
                        <l>For which he woll no lenger be thy Lord,</l>
                        <l>And Scogan, though his bow be not broken,</l>
                        <l>He woll not with his arowes be ywroken</l>
                        <l>On thee ne me, ne none of our figure,</l>
                        <l>We ſhall of him haue neither hurte ne cure.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Now certes frend I drede of thine vnhape,</l>
                        <l>Leſt for thy gilte the wreche of loue procede</l>
                        <l>On all hem that been hore &amp; round of ſhape,</l>
                        <l>That be ſo likely folke to ſpede,</l>
                        <l>Then we ſhall of our labour haue our mede,</l>
                        <l>But well I wot thou wolt anſwere and ſay,</l>
                        <l>* Lo old Griſell liſt to renne and play.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Nay Scogan ſay not ſo, for I me excuſe,</l>
                        <l>God helpe me ſo, in no rime doubtles,</l>
                        <l>Ne thinke I neuer of ſleepe wake my muſe,</l>
                        <l>That ruſteth in my ſheath ſtill in pees,</l>
                        <l>While I was yong I put her forth in prees,</l>
                        <l>But all ſhall paſſe that men proſe or time,</l>
                        <l>Take euery man his tourne as for his time.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>* Scogan thou kneleſt at y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſtremes hedde</l>
                        <l>Of grace, of all honour, and of worthineſs,</l>
                        <l>In thende of which I am dull as dedde,</l>
                        <l>Forgotten in ſolitary wilderneſſe,</l>
                        <l>Yet Scogan thinke on Tullius kindneſs,</l>
                        <l>Mind thy frende there it may fructifie,</l>
                        <l>Farewel, and looke thou neuer eft loue defie.</l>
                     </lg>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <lg>
                  <l>* GO forth King, rule thee by Sapience,</l>
                  <l>Biſhop be able to miniſter doctrine,</l>
                  <l>Lorde to true counſaile yeue audience,</l>
                  <l>Womanhode to chaſtity euer encline,</l>
                  <l>Knight let thy deedes worſhip determine,</l>
                  <l>Be righteous Iudge in ſauing thy name,</l>
                  <l>Rich do almoſe, leſt thou leſe bliſs with ſhame.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* People obey your king and the law,</l>
                  <l>Age be ruled by good religion,</l>
                  <l>True ſeruant be dredful &amp; kepe thee vnder aw,</l>
                  <l>And thou poore, fie on preſumpcion,</l>
                  <l>Inobedience to youth is vtter deſtruction,</l>
                  <l>Remember you how God hath ſet you lo,</l>
                  <l>And doe your part as ye be ordeined to.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Th. Occleve to his empty Purſe.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>TO you my purſe and to none other wight</l>
                  <l>Complaine I, for ye be my Lady dere,</l>
                  <l>I am ſorry now that ye be light,</l>
                  <l>For certes ye now make me heauy chere,</l>
                  <l>Me were as lefe laid vpon a bere,</l>
                  <l>For which vnto your mercy thus I crie,</l>
                  <l>Be heauy againe or els mote I die.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now vouchſafe this day or it be night,</l>
                  <l>That I of you the bliſsful ſowne may here,</l>
                  <l>Or ſee your colour like the ſunne bright,</l>
                  <l>That of yelowneſs had neuer pere,</l>
                  <l>Ye be my life, ye be my hertes ſtere,</l>
                  <l>Queene of comfort and of good companie,</l>
                  <l>Be heauy againe, or els mote I die.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now purſe that art to me my liues light,</l>
                  <l>And ſauiour, as downe in this world here,</l>
                  <l>Out of this towne helpe me by your might,</l>
                  <l>Sith that you woll not be my treaſure,</l>
                  <l>* For I am ſhaue as nere as any frere,</l>
                  <l>But I pray vnto your curteſie,</l>
                  <l>Be heauy againe, or els mote I die.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Occleve unto the King.</head>
               <l>O Conquerour of Brutes Albion,</l>
               <l>Which that by line and free election</l>
               <l>Been very king, this to you I ſend,</l>
               <l>And ye that may all harmes amend,</l>
               <l>Haue minde vpon my ſupplicacion.</l>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="569" facs="tcp:51487:304"/>
               <head>A Ballad of good counſail, tran<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſlated
out of Latin verſes into
Engliſh by Dan John Lidgate, cleped
the Monk of Bury.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>COnſider well every circumſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>Of what eſtate ever thou bee,</l>
                  <l>Riche, ſtrong, or mighty of puiſſance,</l>
                  <l>Prudent or wiſe, diſcrete or beſie,</l>
                  <l>The dome of folkes in ſoch thou may not fly,</l>
                  <l>* What ever thou doeſt truſt well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For in thy porte or in apparaile,</l>
                  <l>If thou be cladde and honeſtly be ſaine,</l>
                  <l>Anone the people of malice woll not faile,</l>
                  <l>Without advice or reaſon for to ſain,</l>
                  <l>That thine array is made or wrought in vain.</l>
                  <l>Suffer hem ſpeake, and truſt right wel this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge wol alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thou will to kings be equipolent,</l>
                  <l>With great lordes evin and peregall,</l>
                  <l>And if thou be torne, all to rent,</l>
                  <l>Then woll they ſay, and jangle over all,</l>
                  <l>Thou art a ſlougarde that never thrive ſhall,</l>
                  <l>Suffre hem ſpeke, and truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* If it befall that thou take a wife,</l>
                  <l>They woll falſly ſay in their entent,</l>
                  <l>Thou art likely ever to live in ſtrife,</l>
                  <l>Voide of all reſt, without aledgment,</l>
                  <l>Wifes ben maiſtres, this is their judgment,</l>
                  <l>Suffren all their ſpech, &amp; truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* If thou be faire and excellent of beaute,</l>
                  <l>Yet woll they ſay that thou art amourous,</l>
                  <l>If thou be foule and vgly on to ſee,</l>
                  <l>They woll affirme that thou art vicious,</l>
                  <l>The people of language is ſo diſpitous,</l>
                  <l>Suffre all their ſpech, &amp; truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If ſo be that of parfiteneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Thou haſt vowed to live in chaſtitee,</l>
                  <l>Then woll folke, of thy perſon expreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Thou art impotent tengendre in thy degree,</l>
                  <l>And thus where thou be chaſte or deſ<gap reason="illegible" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>avy,</l>
                  <l>Suffre hem ſpeake, and truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If thou be fatte other corpolent,</l>
                  <l>Then wol they ſain thou art a great gloton,</l>
                  <l>A devourer, or els vinolent,</l>
                  <l>If thou be leane or megre of faſhion,</l>
                  <l>Call thee a nigard in their opinion,</l>
                  <l>Suffre them ſpeake, and truſt right wel this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If thou be rich, ſome woll yeve thee laude,</l>
                  <l>And ſay it commeth of prudent governaunce,</l>
                  <l>And ſome wol ſaine it commeth of fraude,</l>
                  <l>Other by ſleight, or falſe cheviſaunce,</l>
                  <l>To ſain the worſt, folke have ſo great plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce,</l>
                  <l>What ſuffre hem ſay, &amp; truſt right wei this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If thou be ſadde or ſobre of countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>Men woll ſain thou thinkeſt ſome treaſon,</l>
                  <l>And if thou be glad of daliaunce,</l>
                  <l>Men woll deme it deſolution,</l>
                  <l>And call faire ſpeach adulacion,</l>
                  <l>Yet let hem ſpeake, and truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge wol alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Who that is holy by perfection,</l>
                  <l>Men of malice woll clip him ypocrite,</l>
                  <l>And who is mery of clene entention,</l>
                  <l>Men ſain in riot he doth him delite,</l>
                  <l>Some mourn in blacke, ſome love in clothes white,</l>
                  <l>Suffre men ſpeake, and truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Honeſt aray men deme it pompe and pride,</l>
                  <l>And who goeth poore, men call him a waſter,</l>
                  <l>And who goeth ſtill men mark him on y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſide,</l>
                  <l>Seine that he is a ſpy or agiler:</l>
                  <l>Who waſteth not, men ſain he hath treaſour,</l>
                  <l>Whereof conclude and truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge will alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Who ſpeketh moch men clepeth him pru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dent,</l>
                  <l>Who that debateth, men ſaine y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> he is hardy,</l>
                  <l>And who ſaith litel with great ſentement,</l>
                  <l>Some folke yet wol wite him of foly,</l>
                  <l>Trouth is put down, and vp goth flattery,</l>
                  <l>And who y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> liſt plainly know the cauſe of this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For though a man were as pacient,</l>
                  <l>As was David throw his humilite,</l>
                  <l>Or with Salomon in wiſedome as prudent,</l>
                  <l>Or in knighthode egall with Ioſue,</l>
                  <l>Or manly proved, as Iudas Machabe,</l>
                  <l>Yet for al that, truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And though a man had the proweſſe</l>
                  <l>Of worthy Hector, Troys Champioun,</l>
                  <l>The love of Troylus, or the kindneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Or of Ceſar the famous high renoun,</l>
                  <l>With all Alexaunders dominacioun,</l>
                  <l>Yet for all that truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Or though a man of high or low degree,</l>
                  <l>Of Tullius had the ſugred eloquence,</l>
                  <l>Or of Seneca the moralitee,</l>
                  <l>Or of Caton forſight and providence,</l>
                  <l>The conqueſt of Charles, Artures magnifi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cence,</l>
                  <l>Yet for all that truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge woll alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Touching of women, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> parfit Innocence</l>
                  <l>Though that they had, of Heſter y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> nobleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Or of Greſilde, the humble pacience,</l>
                  <l>Or of Iudith, the preuid ſtableneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Or Polixcenes virginall clenneſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="570" facs="tcp:51487:305"/>
Yet dare I ſeiue, and truſt right wel this,</l>
                  <l>* Some wicked tong would deme of them amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The wifely trouth of Penelope</l>
                  <l>Though they it had in her poſſeſſion,</l>
                  <l>Helenes beauty, the kindneſſe of Medee,</l>
                  <l>The loue vnfayned of Martia Caton,</l>
                  <l>Or Alceſtes trewe affection,</l>
                  <l>Yet dare I ſaine and truſt right well this,</l>
                  <l>A wicked tonge wol alway deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Than ſooth it is that no man may eſchew</l>
                  <l>The ſwerd of tonges, but it will kerve &amp; bite,</l>
                  <l>Full hard it is a man for to remew,</l>
                  <l>Out of their daunger him for to aquite,</l>
                  <l>* Wo to the tonges that hemſelfe delite,</l>
                  <l>To hinder or ſlaunder, &amp; ſet their ſtudy in this,</l>
                  <l>And their pleaſaunces to deme alway amis.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Moſt noble princes, cheriſhers of vertue,</l>
                  <l>Remembreth you of high diſcretion,</l>
                  <l>* The firſt vertue moſt pleaſing to Ieſu,</l>
                  <l>(By the writing and ſentence of Caton)</l>
                  <l>Is a good tonge in his opinion,</l>
                  <l>Chaſtiſe the reverſe of wiſedome do this,</l>
                  <l>Voideth your hearing from al y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> deme amis.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballad in the Praiſe and Com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mendation
of Maſter Geffery Chaucer, for
his golden Eloquence.</head>
               <l>Maiſter Geffray Chaucer, that now lithe
in grave,</l>
               <l>The noble Rhetoricion, and Poet of great
Britaine,</l>
               <l>That worthy was y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> laurer of Poetry to have</l>
               <l>For this his labour, and the palme to attain,</l>
               <l>Which firſt made to diſtil, and rein,</l>
               <l>The gold dewe dropes, of ſpech &amp; eloquence,</l>
               <l>Into Engliſh tonge, through his excellence.</l>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div type="poems">
            <head>Here followeth certain Works of Geffrey Chaucer, annexed to
the Impreſſions printed in the Years 1561, and 1602. All collected and adjoyned to
his former Works by John Stowe.</head>
            <div type="poem">
               <argument>
                  <p>A Ballad made by Chaucer, teaching what is gen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tilneſs,
or whom is worthy to be called gentill.</p>
               </argument>
               <lg>
                  <l>THE firſt ſtocke Father of gentilnes,</l>
                  <l>What man deſireth gentil for to bee,</l>
                  <l>Muſt followe his trace, and all his
wittes dreis,</l>
                  <l>Vertue to love, and vices for to flee,</l>
                  <l>For vnto vertue longeth dignitee,</l>
                  <l>And not the revers falſly dare I deme,</l>
                  <l>All weare he miter, crowne or diademe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This firſt ſtocke was full of rightwiſnes,</l>
                  <l>Trew of his worde, ſober, pitous and free,</l>
                  <l>Clene of his goſte and loved beſineffe,</l>
                  <l>Againſt the vice of ſlouth in honeſte,</l>
                  <l>* And but his eyre love vertue as did he,</l>
                  <l>He is not gentill though he rich ſeme,</l>
                  <l>All weare he miter, crowne or diademe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Viceſſe may well be heir to old richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>But there may no man, as men may wel ſee,</l>
                  <l>Byquethe his eyre his vertues nobleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That is appropried vnto no degree,</l>
                  <l>But to the firſt father in majeſtee,</l>
                  <l>That maketh his eyres them that him queme</l>
                  <l>All weare he miter, crowne or diademe.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Proverb againſt Covetiſe and Negligence.</head>
               <l>WHat ſhall theſe clothes manifold</l>
               <l>Lo this hote ſomers day,</l>
               <l>* After great heat commeth cold,</l>
               <l>No man caſt his pilch away,</l>
               <l>Of all this world the large compaſſe</l>
               <l>It will not in mine armes twaine,</l>
               <l>Who ſo mokel woll enbrace,</l>
               <l>Litel thereof he ſhall diſtraine.</l>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballad which Chaucer made againſt Wo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
unconſtant.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>MAdame, for your new fangleneſs,</l>
                  <l>Many a ſervaunt have you put out of
your grace,</l>
                  <l>I take my leave of your unſtedfaſtneſs,</l>
                  <l>For well I wote, while ye to live haue ſpace,</l>
                  <l>Ye cannot love full half yere in a place,</l>
                  <l>* To new things your luſt is ever kene,</l>
                  <l>In ſtede of blew, thus may ye wear all grene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Right as a mirrour y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nothing may enpreſſe,</l>
                  <l>But lightly as it cometh, ſo mote it paſſe,</l>
                  <l>So fares your love, your works bear witnes</l>
                  <l>There is no faith may your hert enbrace,</l>
                  <l>But as a wedercocke, that turneth his face</l>
                  <l>With euery wind, ye fare, and that is ſeene,</l>
                  <l>In ſtede of blew, thus may ye weare all grene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye might be ſhrined, for your brothilnes,</l>
                  <l>Better then Dalyda, Creſſeide, or Candace,</l>
                  <l>For ever in changing ſtondeth your ſikernes,</l>
                  <l>That catche may no wight, from your hert a race,</l>
                  <l>If ye loſe one, ye can wel twein purchace</l>
                  <l>* Al light for ſomar, ye wot well w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I meene,</l>
                  <l>In ſtede of blew, thus may ye weare all grene.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Here followeth a Ballad which Chaucer made in
the Praiſe, or rather Diſpraiſe, of Women,
for their Doubleneſs.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THis world is full of variaunce,</l>
                  <l>In euery thing who taketh hede</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="571" facs="tcp:51487:305"/>
That faith and truſt, and all conſtance,</l>
                  <l>Exiled been this is no drede,</l>
                  <l>And ſaue onely in womanhede,</l>
                  <l>I can ſee no ſekerneſs,</l>
                  <l>But for all that, yet as I rede,</l>
                  <l>Beware alway of doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Alſo that freſhe ſomer floures,</l>
                  <l>White and rede, blewe and greene,</l>
                  <l>Been ſodenly, with winter ſhoures,</l>
                  <l>Made feinte and fade, without wene:</l>
                  <l>That truſt is none as ye may ſeene,</l>
                  <l>In no thing, nor no ſtedfaſtneſs,</l>
                  <l>Except in women, thus I meene,</l>
                  <l>Yet aye beware of doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The croked Mone, this is no tale,</l>
                  <l>Some while yſhene and bright of hewe,</l>
                  <l>And after that full derke and pale,</l>
                  <l>And euery moneth chaungeth newe,</l>
                  <l>That who the veray ſoth knewe,</l>
                  <l>* All things is bilt on brotleneſs,</l>
                  <l>Saue that women aye be trewe,</l>
                  <l>Yet aye beware of doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The luſty freſhe ſommers day,</l>
                  <l>And Phebus with his beames clere,</l>
                  <l>Towards night they drawe away</l>
                  <l>And none lenger liſt appere,</l>
                  <l>* That in this preſent life now here,</l>
                  <l>Nothing abideth in his faireneſs,</l>
                  <l>Saue women aye be found intere,</l>
                  <l>And deuoide of doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The ſea eke, with his ſterne wawes,</l>
                  <l>Eche day floweth new againe,</l>
                  <l>And by concours of his lawes</l>
                  <l>The ebbe floweth in certaine:</l>
                  <l>* After grete drought, there cometh a raine,</l>
                  <l>That farewel here all ſtabelneſs,</l>
                  <l>Saue that women be hole and plaine,</l>
                  <l>Yet aye beware of doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Fortunes whele goeth round about,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand times, day and night,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe courſe ſtandeth euer in doubt,</l>
                  <l>For to tranſmew, ſhe is ſo light,</l>
                  <l>For which aduerteth in your ſight,</l>
                  <l>The vntruſt of worldy fikelneſs,</l>
                  <l>Saue women, which of kindly right,</l>
                  <l>Ne hath no teche of doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What man may the wind reſtraine,</l>
                  <l>Or hold a ſnake by the taile,</l>
                  <l>Or a ſlipper ele conſtraine,</l>
                  <l>That it will voide, without faile,</l>
                  <l>Or who can driue ſo a naile,</l>
                  <l>To make ſure new fongleneſs,</l>
                  <l>* Saue women that can gie their ſaile,</l>
                  <l>To row their boote with doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>At euery hauen they can ariue,</l>
                  <l>Where as they wote is good paſſage,</l>
                  <l>Of innocence they can not ſtriue,</l>
                  <l>With wawes nor no rockes rage,</l>
                  <l>So happy is their lodemanage,</l>
                  <l>With needle and ſtone their courſe to dreſs,</l>
                  <l>* That Salomon was not ſo ſage,</l>
                  <l>To find in them no doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Therefore who ſo them accuſe,</l>
                  <l>Of any double entencion,</l>
                  <l>To ſpeake, rowne, other to muſe,</l>
                  <l>To pinch at their condicion,</l>
                  <l>All is but falſe colluſion,</l>
                  <l>I dare rightwell the ſothe expreſs,</l>
                  <l>They haue no better protection,</l>
                  <l>But ſhrowd them vnder doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* So well fortuned is their chaunce,</l>
                  <l>The dice to turne vp ſo doune,</l>
                  <l>With ſiſe and ſincke they can auaunce,</l>
                  <l>And then by reuolucion,</l>
                  <l>They ſet a fell concluſion,</l>
                  <l>Of <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ombes, as in ſoothfaſtneſs,</l>
                  <l>Though clerkes make mencion,</l>
                  <l>Their kinde is fret with doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Sampſon had experience,</l>
                  <l>That women were full trew yfound,</l>
                  <l>When Dalyda of innocence,</l>
                  <l>With ſheeres gan his heere to round,</l>
                  <l>To ſpeake alſo of Roſamound,</l>
                  <l>And Cleopatris faithfulneſs,</l>
                  <l>The ſtories plainly will confound,</l>
                  <l>Men that apeche their doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Single thing ne is not praiſed,</l>
                  <l>Nor of old is of no renoun,</l>
                  <l>In balaunce when they be peiſed,</l>
                  <l>For lacke of waight they be bore doun,</l>
                  <l>And for this cauſe of juſt reaſon.</l>
                  <l>Theſe women all of rightwiſeneſs,</l>
                  <l>Of choiſe and free election,</l>
                  <l>Moſte loue eſchaunge and doubleneſs.</l>
               </lg>
               <div type="envoy">
                  <head>Lenuoye.</head>
                  <l>O Ye women which been enclined,</l>
                  <l>By influence of your nature,</l>
                  <l>To been as pure as gold yfined,</l>
                  <l>In your truth for to endure,</l>
                  <l>Arme your ſelfe in ſtrong armure,</l>
                  <l>Leaſt men aſſaile your ſikerneſs,</l>
                  <l>Set on your breſt your ſelfe to aſſure,</l>
                  <l>A mighty ſhield of doubleneſs.</l>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>This Work following was compiled by Chaucer,
and it is called the Craft of Lovers.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>MOral is a ſimilitude who liſte their ba<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lades
ſewe,</l>
                  <l>The craft of Loues curious arguments,</l>
                  <l>For ſome been falſe and ſome been founden
trewe,</l>
                  <l>And ſome been double of entendements,</l>
                  <l>Thus louers with their morall documents,</l>
                  <l>And eloquent langage they can examplifie,</l>
                  <l>The craft of loue what it doth ſignifie.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="572" facs="tcp:51487:306"/>
Who liſt vnto this balades have inſpection,</l>
                  <l>Thinke that loves lordſhips excellent,</l>
                  <l>Is remedy for diſeaſe and correction,</l>
                  <l>To wofull herte and body impotent,</l>
                  <l>Suppoſe the maker that he be negligent</l>
                  <l>In his compilyng hold him excuſable,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe his ſpirites be ſory and lamentable.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Moſt ſoverain lady ſurmounting your noble<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nes,</l>
                  <l>O intenuate Ienipre &amp; daiſie delicious</l>
                  <l>My truſt, mine helth, my cordiall foundres,</l>
                  <l>O Medicine ſanatife to ſores langorous,</l>
                  <l>O comfortable creature of lovers amorous,</l>
                  <l>O excellent herber of lovely countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>Ye regeſter my love in your remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Certes ſir your painted eloquence,</l>
                  <l>So gay, ſo freſh and eke ſo talcatife,</l>
                  <l>It doth tranſcend the wit of dame Prudence,</l>
                  <l>For to declare your thought or to diſcrive,</l>
                  <l>So gloriouſly glad langage ye contrive,</l>
                  <l>Of your conceit, your thought, &amp; your entent,</l>
                  <l>I will beware for drede or I be ſtent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O rubicunde Roſe, and white as the lilly,</l>
                  <l>O clarified Chriſtal of worldly portraiture,</l>
                  <l>O Courfin figure reſplendent with glory,</l>
                  <l>O Gem of beaute, o Carboncle ſhining pure,</l>
                  <l>Your fairnes excedeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> craft of dame nature</l>
                  <l>Moſt womanly behaving your lovely coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenauuce,</l>
                  <l>Ye regeſter my love in your remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What availeth ſir your proclamacion,</l>
                  <l>Of curious talking, not touching to ſadnes,</l>
                  <l>It is but winde, flattering, and adulacion,</l>
                  <l>Imeſurable thought of worldly wildnes,</l>
                  <l>Which is cheife cauſe of ghoſtly feblenes,</l>
                  <l>Your wil, your thought, your double entende<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment,</l>
                  <l>* I wil beware of drede, or I be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My wit, my thought, and mine invencion,</l>
                  <l>Is for to pleaſe you my lady ſoverain,</l>
                  <l>And for your love throw many a region</l>
                  <l>I would be exiled, ſo that ye wold not diſdain</l>
                  <l>To have pity on me when I complain,</l>
                  <l>In wele and wo to ſuffre perturbaunce,</l>
                  <l>So that ye woll have me in remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What is your will plainly ye do expreſſe,</l>
                  <l>That maketh this curious ſupplicacion,</l>
                  <l>Say on ſir on hertly tenderneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Beth well adviſed of vaine delectacion,</l>
                  <l>* At your beginning thinke on y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> terminacion,</l>
                  <l>Paſs not your boundes be not too negligent,</l>
                  <l>And ever beware for drede or ye be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Your goodly behaving your beaute &amp; coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenaunce</l>
                  <l>Maketh me incline to do you reverence,</l>
                  <l>Your lovely loking your glorious governance</l>
                  <l>Overcometh my ſpirits my wit &amp; my prudence</l>
                  <l>Some drop of grace, of your magnificence,</l>
                  <l>Vnto your ſervaunt ye ſhew attendaunce,</l>
                  <l>And regeſter my love in your remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O comberous thought of mans fragility,</l>
                  <l>O fervent will of luſtes furious,</l>
                  <l>O cruel corage cauſing adverſity,</l>
                  <l>Of womens corrupcion &amp; eke contrarious,</l>
                  <l>* Remember man that chaunge is perilous,</l>
                  <l>To breke y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> virginity of virgines innocent,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore beware wankind or thou be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My peine is preuy, impoſſible to deſerne</l>
                  <l>My lamentable thoughts by caſting mourn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing,</l>
                  <l>O general Iudge Ieſu ſitting ſuperne,</l>
                  <l>Graciouſly convert y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> loue of my ſwete thing,</l>
                  <l>O amiable lady gracious and beninge,</l>
                  <l>I put me wholy in your gouernaunce,</l>
                  <l>Exile me not out of your remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Me ſemeth by langage ye be ſome proteſtate</l>
                  <l>Or elſe ſome curious gloſer diſceuable,</l>
                  <l>What is your name mekely I make regrate,</l>
                  <l>Or of what ſcience or craft commendable,</l>
                  <l>I am a lady excellent, and honorable,</l>
                  <l>* He muſt be gay y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhould be to mine entent,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I will be ware or I be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Lord God this is a ſharpe examinacion,</l>
                  <l>Of her that is moſt in my memory,</l>
                  <l>Vnto you lady I make certificacion,</l>
                  <l>My name is trew loue of carnal deſidery,</l>
                  <l>Of mans copulacion the very exemplary,</l>
                  <l>Which am one of your ſeruaunts of plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce,</l>
                  <l>I muſt be cheefe called to remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I haue ſought true loue of yeres great proces,</l>
                  <l>Yet found I neuer loue but for a ſeaſon,</l>
                  <l>* Some men be diuerſe &amp; know no gentilnes,</l>
                  <l>And ſome lacke both wiſedome and reaſon,</l>
                  <l>In ſome men is truſt, in ſome men is treaſon,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore I will conclude my auiſement,</l>
                  <l>And ever beware for drede that I be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The rectour Tullius ſo gay of eloquence,</l>
                  <l>And Ovide y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſheweth the craft of loue expres,</l>
                  <l>With habundaunce of Salomons prudence,</l>
                  <l>And pulcritude of Abſalons faireneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And I were poſſeſſed with Iobs great richeſſe</l>
                  <l>Manly as Sampſon my perſon to auance,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſhuld I ſubmit me in your remembrance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now ſir if that it pleaſeth your nobleneſſe</l>
                  <l>To give aduertence to my queſtion,</l>
                  <l>What thing is pleaſure of ſweetneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And is moſt bitter in final ſucceſſon?</l>
                  <l>Or what thing giveth man occaſion</l>
                  <l>In tender age for to be concupiſcent?</l>
                  <l>Reſolue this queſtion or drede ſir ye be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My ſoueraigne lady, Ouide in his writing</l>
                  <l>* Saith that deſire of worldly concupiſcence</l>
                  <l>As for a time is ſweete in his worching,</l>
                  <l>And in his end he cauſeth great offence:</l>
                  <l>Notwithſtanding my lady dame Prudence,</l>
                  <l>Green flowring age, a manly countenaunce</l>
                  <l>Cauſeth ladies to haue it in remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Your goodly anſwer ſo notable in ſubſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>Wold cauſe the hert of womanhede conuert</l>
                  <l>Vnto delite of natural pleaſaunce:</l>
                  <l>But of one thing I wold faine be expert,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="573" facs="tcp:51487:306"/>
Why mens langage wol procure &amp; tranſuert</l>
                  <l>The will of women and virgines innocent?</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I am aferd or I be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Let neuer the loue of true loue be loſed,</l>
                  <l>(My ſoueraine lady) in no maner wiſe,</l>
                  <l>In your confidence my wordes I haue cloſed,</l>
                  <l>My amiable loue to you I do promiſe,</l>
                  <l>* So that ye knit the knot of exerciſe,</l>
                  <l>Both lock and key ye haue in gouernance,</l>
                  <l>Emprint my loue in your remembrance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O very truſt and I were certefied,</l>
                  <l>The plain entention of your hertes cordiall,</l>
                  <l>Me ſeemeth in bliſſe then were I glorified,</l>
                  <l>Vnto your pleaſure I would be at your call,</l>
                  <l>But euer I feare of chaunces caſuall,</l>
                  <l>Of fraude, diſceipt, and langage inſolent,</l>
                  <l>Then were I ſure maidenhed ſhould be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ther was neuer treſour of terreſtrial riches,</l>
                  <l>Nor precious ſtones rekened innumerable,</l>
                  <l>To be of compariſon vnto your high goodnes,</l>
                  <l>Aboue all creatures to me moſt amiable,</l>
                  <l>Truſt not y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> contrary I was neuer diſceuable,</l>
                  <l>* Keep well true loue, forge no diſſemblance,</l>
                  <l>And graciouſly take me to your remembrance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Me ſemeth by feiture of womanly properte,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhuld be truſty and trewe of promis,</l>
                  <l>I finde in you no falſe duplicite,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore true loue ye haue my here I wis,</l>
                  <l>And euermore ſhall endure ſo haue I blis,</l>
                  <l>The federaſie made with good auiſement,</l>
                  <l>God graunt grace that nether of vs be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When Phebus freſh was in chare ſplendent,</l>
                  <l>In the moneth of May erly in a morning,</l>
                  <l>I hard two louers profer this argument,</l>
                  <l>In the yeere of our Lord a M. by rekening,</l>
                  <l>CCCXL. and VIII. yeere following,</l>
                  <l>O potent princeſſe conſerue true louers all,</l>
                  <l>And grant them thy region &amp; bliſſe celeſtiall.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit the craft of louers.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballad.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>OF their nature they greatly them delite,</l>
                  <l>With holy face feined for the nones,</l>
                  <l>* In ſaintwary their frends to viſite,</l>
                  <l>More for reliques than for ſaincts bones,</l>
                  <l>Though they be cloſed vnder precious ſtones,</l>
                  <l>To gete them pardon like their old vſages,</l>
                  <l>* To kiſſe no ſhrines but luſty quike Images.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>When maidens are wedded &amp; houſhold haue take,</l>
                  <l>All their humility is exiled away,</l>
                  <l>And the cruel hertes beginneth to awake,</l>
                  <l>They do all the beſie cure y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they can or may,</l>
                  <l>To vexe their houſhold maiſters y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſoth for to ſay</l>
                  <l>Wherfore ye yong men I rede you for thy,</l>
                  <l>* Beware alway, the blind eats many a fly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of this mater I dare make no lenger rela<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cion,</l>
                  <l>For in default of ſlepe my ſpirits wexen faint</l>
                  <l>In my ſtudy I haue had ſo long an habitacion</l>
                  <l>That my body &amp; my goſt are greuouſly attaint</l>
                  <l>And therfore of this proces I make no lenger</l>
                  <l>But whether y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> blind eat fleſh or fiſh complaint</l>
                  <l>* I pray God keepe the fly out of my diſh.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now I make an end, &amp; lay me doun to reſt,</l>
                  <l>For I know by experience verament,</l>
                  <l>If maidens and wiues knew and wiſt,</l>
                  <l>Who made the matter he ſhould be ſhent,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I pray God omnipotent,</l>
                  <l>Him ſaue and keepe both night and day,</l>
                  <l>Written in the luſty ſeaſon of May.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Ten Commandments of Love.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>CErtes ferre extendeth yet my reaſon,</l>
                  <l>This matter as it ſhould be, to diſcriue,</l>
                  <l>But I truſt your grace will in this ſeaſon,</l>
                  <l>Conſider how with conning that I ſtriue,</l>
                  <l>For in his fauour coud I neuer arriue,</l>
                  <l>Eloquence this Ballad hath in great deſpite,</l>
                  <l>The maker lacketh maner to endite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of Loues commandments x. is the number,</l>
                  <l>As afterward ſhall rudely be rehearſed,</l>
                  <l>And louers in no wiſe depart aſunder,</l>
                  <l>Where as they be obſerued and redreſſed,</l>
                  <l>Daunger and vnkindneſſe been oppreſſed,</l>
                  <l>And that is commaunded this to make,</l>
                  <l>Is your owne all other to forſake.</l>
               </lg>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Faith.</head>
                  <l>Faith is the firſt and principally to tell,</l>
                  <l>Very loue requireth ſoch credence,</l>
                  <l>That eche beleue other as true as y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Goſpel,</l>
                  <l>Without adulacion or flattering audience,</l>
                  <l>In true meaning and truſty confidence,</l>
                  <l>* Paint not your conning with colour ne fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble,</l>
                  <l>For then your loue muſt needs be vnſtable.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Entencion.</head>
                  <l>In the ſecond to treate of Entencion,</l>
                  <l>Your louer to pleaſe do your buſie cure,</l>
                  <l>For as min author Romance maketh menci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,</l>
                  <l>Without entent your loue may not endure,</l>
                  <l>* As women will thereof I am right ſure,</l>
                  <l>Endeuour with herte, will, and thought,</l>
                  <l>To pleaſe him onely y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> her loue hath ſought.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Diſcrecion.</head>
                  <l>* In your dealing euer be diſcrete,</l>
                  <l>Set not your loue there as it ſhall be loſed,</l>
                  <l>Aduertiſe in your mind whether he be mete,</l>
                  <l>That vnto him your hert may be diſcloſed,</l>
                  <l>And after as you find him then diſpoſed,</l>
                  <l>Point by diſcretion your hour, time, &amp; place,</l>
                  <l>Conueniently meting with arms to embrace.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Pacience.</head>
                  <l>Of theſe commandments, the iv. is pacience,</l>
                  <l>* Tho by irous corage your louer be meued,</l>
                  <l>With ſoft wordes and humble obedience,</l>
                  <l>His wrath may ſone be ſwaged and releued,</l>
                  <l>And thus his loue obteined and acheued,</l>
                  <l>
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Will in you roote with greater diligence,</l>
                  <l>Bicauſe of your meke &amp; womanly pacience.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Secretneſſe.</head>
                  <l>Secretly behaue you in your werks,</l>
                  <l>In ſhewing countenance or meuing of your iye,</l>
                  <l>Though ſoch behauor to ſome folk be derke,</l>
                  <l>He that hath loued will it ſoone aſpie,</l>
                  <l>Thus your ſelfe your counſaile may deſcrie,</l>
                  <l>* Make priuy to your deling as few as ye may</l>
                  <l>For iii. may keep a counſel if twain be away.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Prudence.</head>
                  <l>* Let prudence be gouernor of your bridel reine,</l>
                  <l>Set not your loue in ſo feruent wiſe,</l>
                  <l>But that in goodly haſt ye may refreine,</l>
                  <l>If your louer liſt you to diſpiſe,</l>
                  <l>* Romaunce mine auctour wold you this aduiſe,</l>
                  <l>To ſlacke your loue, for if ye do not ſo,</l>
                  <l>That wanton luſt will tourne you into wo.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Perſeueraunce.</head>
                  <l>* Stabliſh your loue in ſo ſtedfaſt wiſe,</l>
                  <l>If that ye thinke your louer will be trew,</l>
                  <l>As entirely as you can deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>Loue him onely and refuſe all new,</l>
                  <l>Then ſhall not your worſhip change his hew,</l>
                  <l>For certes maſteres then is he to blame,</l>
                  <l>But if that he will quite you with the ſame.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Pity.</head>
                  <l>* Be piteous to him as womanhod requireth</l>
                  <l>That for your loue endureth paines ſmart,</l>
                  <l>Whom ſo ſore your pleaſaunt looke enfireth,</l>
                  <l>That printed is your beauty in his hart,</l>
                  <l>And wounded lieth without knife or dart,</l>
                  <l>There let your pity ſpred without reſtraint,</l>
                  <l>For lacke of pity, let not your ſeruaunt faint.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Meaſure.</head>
                  <l>Take meſure in your talking, be not outrage</l>
                  <l>For this rehearſeth Romance de la Roſe,</l>
                  <l>* A man endued with plenteous langage,</l>
                  <l>Oft time is denied his purpoſe,</l>
                  <l>Take meaſure in langage, wiſedom in groſe,</l>
                  <l>* For meſure as right well proued is by reaſon</l>
                  <l>Things vnſeaſonable ſetteth in ſeaſon.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Mercy.</head>
                  <l>Soch daunger exile him vtterly,</l>
                  <l>Ouer all mercy to occupy his place,</l>
                  <l>To piteous complaints your eares apply,</l>
                  <l>And receiue your ſeruaunt in grace,</l>
                  <l>To him that bound is in loues lace,</l>
                  <l>Shew fauour lady and be not mercileſs,</l>
                  <l>Leaſt ye be called a common murdereſs.</l>
                  <div type="envoy">
                     <head>Lenuoye.</head>
                     <lg>
                        <l>When ye vnto this balade haue inſpection,</l>
                        <l>In my making holde me excuſable,</l>
                        <l>It is ſubmitted vnto your correction,</l>
                        <l>Conſider that my conning is diſable,</l>
                        <l>To write to you the figure vniable,</l>
                        <l>All deuoide of conning and experience,</l>
                        <l>Maner of inditing, reaſon and eloquence.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Truſt it well the maker your owne,</l>
                        <l>You to obey while his life may endure,</l>
                        <l>To do you ſeruice as a man vnknowne,</l>
                        <l>No guerdone deſiring of yearthly treaſure,</l>
                        <l>But if it might accord with your pleaſure,</l>
                        <l>For true ſeruice him to auaunce,</l>
                        <l>And call him into your remembraunce.</l>
                     </lg>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit the Ten Commaundements
of Love.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Nine Ladies worthy.</head>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Queene Sinope.</head>
                  <l>PRofulgent in preciouſneſſe, O Sinope
queen,</l>
                  <l>Of all feminine bearing the ſcepter and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>galy,</l>
                  <l>Subduing the large country of Armenia as
it was ſene,</l>
                  <l>Maugre their mights thou brought them
to apply,</l>
                  <l>Thine honour to encreaſe, thy power to
magnify,</l>
                  <l>O renomed Hercules with all thy pompous
boſte,</l>
                  <l>This Princes tooke the priſoner and put to
flight thine hoſte.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Lady Ipolite.</head>
                  <l>Yet Hercules wexed red for ſhame, when
I ſpake of Ipolite,</l>
                  <l>Chief patrons &amp; captain of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> people of ſinope,</l>
                  <l>Which with amorous ther &amp; coragious miȝt,</l>
                  <l>Smote thee to ground for all thy cruelty,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> dukeſhip of Diomedes &amp; dignity,</l>
                  <l>Vnto her great land and glory perpetuall,</l>
                  <l>Attributed is with triumph Laureall.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Lady Deifile.</head>
                  <l>The noble triumphe of this Lady Deifile,</l>
                  <l>In releue &amp; ſuccor of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> great duke of Athenes,</l>
                  <l>She chaſtiſed &amp; brought into perpetual exile,</l>
                  <l>The aureat citezeins of mighty Thebes,</l>
                  <l>The ſtrong braſen pillers there had no reles,</l>
                  <l>But ſhe with her ſiſter Argia them did doun caſt,</l>
                  <l>And with furious fire y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> citee brent at laſt</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Lady Teuca.</head>
                  <l>O pulchrior ſole in beauty full lucident,</l>
                  <l>Of all femine moſt formous flour,</l>
                  <l>In Italy reigning with great cheualry right feruent,</l>
                  <l>Chaſtiſed y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Romains as maieres &amp; conqueror</l>
                  <l>O lady Teuca moch was thy glory &amp; honor,</l>
                  <l>Yet moch more was to comend thy benignite</l>
                  <l>In thy parfite liuing and virginall chaſtitie.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Queene Pantaſile.</head>
                  <l>Oye Trogeans for this noblequene Pantaſile</l>
                  <l>Sorow her mortality with dolorous compaſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on</l>
                  <l>Her loue was to you ſo pregnant &amp; fertile,</l>
                  <l>That againſt y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> proud Grekes made defenſion</l>
                  <l>With her victorious handwas al her affection</l>
                  <l>To laſh y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Greks to ground was her herts joy,</l>
                  <l>To reuenge y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> coward death of Hector of Troy</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
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                  <head>Queene Thamiris.</head>
                  <l>O thou rigorous quene Thamiris inuincible,</l>
                  <l>Vpon y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtrong &amp; hideous people of citees rei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning,</l>
                  <l>Which by thy power &amp; wits ſenſible</l>
                  <l>Thou tokeſt in battail Cyrus the great king</l>
                  <l>Of Perce &amp; Mede, his head of in blood lying,</l>
                  <l>Thou badeſt him drink y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> blood had thurſted,</l>
                  <l>And xxii. M. of his hoſt there were diſtreſſed.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Lady Lampedo.</head>
                  <l>The famous trump of gold forged ſo bright,</l>
                  <l>Hath blowen ſo vp the fame &amp; glory enuiron,</l>
                  <l>Of this lady Lampedo with her ſiſter Martheſi</l>
                  <l>That al y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> land of Feminie, Europe, &amp; Epheſon</l>
                  <l>Be yelden &amp; applied lowly to her ſubjection,</l>
                  <l>Many an high toure ſhe raiſed, &amp; built toures long</l>
                  <l>perpetuelly to laſt with huge wals ſtrong.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Queene Semiramys.</head>
                  <l>Lo here Semiramys quene of great Babilon,</l>
                  <l>Moſt generous gem &amp; floure of louely fauor,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe excellent power fro Mede vnto ſep<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tentrion</l>
                  <l>Floriſhed in her regallyas a mighty conqueror</l>
                  <l>Subdued al Barbary: &amp; zoraſt y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> king of honor</l>
                  <l>ſhe ſlue in Ethiop, &amp; conquerd Armony in Inde</l>
                  <l>In which non entred but Alexander &amp; ſhe as I finde.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Lady Menalip.</head>
                  <l>Alſo the lady Menalip thy ſiſter dere,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe marcial power no man coud with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtand,</l>
                  <l>Through the worlde was not found her pere,</l>
                  <l>The famous duke Theſus ſhe had in hand,</l>
                  <l>She chaſtiſed him and all his land,</l>
                  <l>The proude Greekes mightely ſhe did aſſaile,</l>
                  <l>Ouer came and vanquiſhed them in battaile.</l>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit the Ballades of the nine Worthies
of Ladies.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <lg>
                  <l>ALone walking</l>
                  <l>In thought plaining</l>
                  <l>And ſore ſighing</l>
                  <l>All deſolate.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Me remembring</l>
                  <l>Of my liuing</l>
                  <l>My death wiſhing</l>
                  <l>Both early and late.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Infortunate</l>
                  <l>Is ſo my fate</l>
                  <l>That wote ye what</l>
                  <l>Out of meaſure</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My life I hate:</l>
                  <l>Thus deſperate</l>
                  <l>In ſuch poore eſtate</l>
                  <l>Doe I endure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of other cure</l>
                  <l>Am I not ſure,</l>
                  <l>Thus to endure</l>
                  <l>Is hard certain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Suche is my vre</l>
                  <l>I you enſure,</l>
                  <l>What creature</l>
                  <l>May haue more pain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My truth ſo plaine</l>
                  <l>Is take in vaine</l>
                  <l>And great diſdaine</l>
                  <l>In remembraunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet I full faine</l>
                  <l>Would me complaine</l>
                  <l>Me to abſtaine</l>
                  <l>From this penance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But in ſubſtaunce</l>
                  <l>None allegeaunce</l>
                  <l>Of my greuaunce</l>
                  <l>Can I not finde.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Right ſo my chaunce</l>
                  <l>With diſpleſaunce</l>
                  <l>Doth me auaunce.</l>
                  <l>And thus an end.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballad.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>IN the ſeaſon of Feuerere when it was
full cold,</l>
                  <l>Froſt, &amp; Snow, Hail, Rain, hath dominacion,</l>
                  <l>With changeable elements, and winds ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nifold,</l>
                  <l>Which hath ground, flour, and herb, vnder
jurisdiction,</l>
                  <l>For a time to diſpoſe after their correction,</l>
                  <l>And yet Aprill with his pleaſaunt ſhours,</l>
                  <l>Diſſolueth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſnow, &amp; bringeth forth his flours.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of whoſe inuencion ye louers may be glad,</l>
                  <l>For they bring in the Kalends of May,</l>
                  <l>And ye with countenaunce demure, meke &amp; ſad,</l>
                  <l>Owe for to worſhip, the luſty floures alway,</l>
                  <l>And in eſpeciall one is called ſee of the day,</l>
                  <l>The Daiſee, a floure white and rede,</l>
                  <l>And in French called <hi>La bele Margarete.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O commendable floure and moſt in mind,</l>
                  <l>O floure ſo gracious of excellence,</l>
                  <l>O amiable Margarite exalted of natife kind,</l>
                  <l>Vnto whom I muſt reſort with all my diligence</l>
                  <l>With hert, wil, &amp; thouȝt, with moſt lowly obe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dience</l>
                  <l>Ey to be your ſeruant, &amp; ye my regent,</l>
                  <l>For life ne death neuer to repent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of this proceſſe now forth will I proceed,</l>
                  <l>Which happeth me with great disdaine,</l>
                  <l>As for the time thereof I take leſt heed,</l>
                  <l>For vnto me was brought the ſore pain,</l>
                  <l>Therfore my cauſe was the more to complain,</l>
                  <l>Yet vnto me my greuaunce was the leſſe,</l>
                  <l>That I was ſo nigh my lady and maiſtreſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>There where ſhe was preſent in this place,</l>
                  <l>I hauing in herte great aduerſitee,</l>
                  <l>Except onely the fortune and good grace</l>
                  <l>Of her, whoſe I am, the which releeued mee,</l>
                  <l>And my great dures vnlaſed hath ſhee,</l>
                  <l>And brought me out of the fearful greuance,</l>
                  <l>If it were her eaſe, it were to me pleaſance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As for the wo which I did endure,</l>
                  <l>It was to me a very pleaſaunt pain,</l>
                  <l>Seing it was for that faire creature,</l>
                  <l>Which is my Lady and ſouerain,</l>
                  <l>In whoſe preſence to reſt I would be fain,</l>
                  <l>So that I wiſt it were her pleaſure,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe is from all diſtaunce my protectour.</l>
                  <l>
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Though vnto me dredful were the chance,</l>
                  <l>No maner of gentilnes oweth me to blame:</l>
                  <l>For I had leuer ſuffer of death the penance,</l>
                  <l>Than ſheſhuld for me haue diſhonor or ſhame,</l>
                  <l>Or in any wiſe loſe a drop of her good name,</l>
                  <l>So wiſely God for his endleſſe mercy,</l>
                  <l>Grant euery true loue, to haue joy of his lady.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballad.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>O Mercifull and O merciable,</l>
                  <l>King of Kinges, and father of pitee,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe might and mercy is incomperable,</l>
                  <l>O Prince eterne, O mighty Lord ſay we,</l>
                  <l>To whom mercy is giuen of property,</l>
                  <l>On thy ſeruaunt that lieth in priſon bound,</l>
                  <l>Haue thou mercy or that his hert be wound.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou wilt graunt to him thy priſoner,</l>
                  <l>Free liberty, and loſe him out of pain,</l>
                  <l>All his deſires and all his heauy chere,</l>
                  <l>To all gladneſſe they were reſtored again,</l>
                  <l>Thy high vengeance, why ſhold thou not re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>frain</l>
                  <l>And ſhew mercy, ſith he is penitent,</l>
                  <l>Now helpe him lord, &amp; let him not be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But ſith it is ſo, there is a treſpaſſe done,</l>
                  <l>Vnto Mercy let yeeld the treſpaſſour,</l>
                  <l>It is her office to redreſſe it ſone,</l>
                  <l>For treſpaſſe to mercy is a mirrour,</l>
                  <l>And like as the ſwete, hath the price by <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>our,</l>
                  <l>* So by treſpaſſe, mercy hath all her might,</l>
                  <l>Without treſpaſſe, mercy hath lacke of light.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* What ſhold Phiſike do but if ſikenes were,</l>
                  <l>What nedeth ſalue, but if there were ſore,</l>
                  <l>What nedeth drink, wher thirſt hath no power</l>
                  <l>What ſhould mercy do, but treſpas go afore,</l>
                  <l>But treſpas be, mercy woll be little ſtore,</l>
                  <l>Without treſpas neuer execucion,</l>
                  <l>May mercy haue ne chiefe perfection.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The cauſe at this time of my writing,</l>
                  <l>And touching mercy to whom I make mone,</l>
                  <l>Is for feare leſt my ſoueraigne and ſweting,</l>
                  <l>I meane her that louerlier is none,</l>
                  <l>With me is diſpleaſed for cauſes more then one,</l>
                  <l>What cauſes they be y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> knoweth God &amp; ſhe,</l>
                  <l>But ſo do not I alas it forthinketh me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What ſee ſhe in me, what defaut or offence,</l>
                  <l>What haue I do that ſhe on me disdain,</l>
                  <l>How might I doe come to her preſence,</l>
                  <l>To tell my complaint whereof I were fain,</l>
                  <l>I drede to looke, to ſpeake, or to complain,</l>
                  <l>To her that hath my herte euery deale,</l>
                  <l>So help me God I wold al thing wer weale.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For in this caſe came I neuer or now,</l>
                  <l>* In loues daunce ſo farre to hold the trace,</l>
                  <l>For with mine eaſe, ſcape I ne mow</l>
                  <l>Out of this daunger except her good grace,</l>
                  <l>For though my countenaunce be mery in her face,</l>
                  <l>As ſemeth to her by word or by chere,</l>
                  <l>Yet her good grace ſitteth mine hert ful nere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And if y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> my ſoueraine haue any meruaile,</l>
                  <l>Why I to her now and afore haue wrote,</l>
                  <l>She may well thinke it is no great trauaile</l>
                  <l>To him that is in loue brought ſo hote:</l>
                  <l>It is a ſimple tree y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> falleth with one ſtroke,</l>
                  <l>That mean I, though y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> my ſouerain toforn,</l>
                  <l>Me hath denied, yet grace may come to morn.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But maiſtres for the good will that I haue you ought,</l>
                  <l>And euermore ſhal as long as my life dureth,</l>
                  <l>Pity your ſeruant &amp; keep him in your thouȝt</l>
                  <l>And giue him ſom comfort or medicin, &amp; cureth</l>
                  <l>His feruent ague, that encreaſeth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> renueth,</l>
                  <l>So greuous ben his pains &amp; his ſighs ſore,</l>
                  <l>That without your mercy, his dayes be all forlore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Go little bill, go forth and hie thee faſt,</l>
                  <l>And recommand me, &amp; excuſe me as thou can,</l>
                  <l>For very feebleneſſe thus am I at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>My pen is woren, my hew is pale and wan,</l>
                  <l>My iyen been ſonken, diſfigured like no man,</l>
                  <l>Till death his dart, that cauſeth for to ſmart,</l>
                  <l>My corps haue conſumed, then farwel ſweet hart.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O doughter of Phebus in vertuous appa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rence,</l>
                  <l>My loue elect in my remembrance,</l>
                  <l>My careful hert diſtreined cauſe of abſence,</l>
                  <l>Till ye my Empriſe me releaſe my greuance,</l>
                  <l>Vpon you is ſet my life &amp; mine attendance,</l>
                  <l>Without recure I wis vntill</l>
                  <l>Ye graunt true herte to haue his will.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus my dere ſweting in a traunce I do lie,</l>
                  <l>And ſhal til ſum drops of pity from you ſpring,</l>
                  <l>I meane your mercy that lieth my hert me,</l>
                  <l>That me may rejoyce, &amp; cauſe me for to ſing</l>
                  <l>Theſe terms of loue, lo I haue won the ring,</l>
                  <l>My goodly maſtres. Thus of his good grace</l>
                  <l>God grant her blis in heauen to haue a place.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Here followeth how Mercury with Pallas, Venus,
and Minerva, appeared to Paris of Troy, he
ſleeping by a Fountain.</head>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Pallas loquitur ad Pariſum de Troiae.</head>
                  <l>SOnne of Priamus gentil Paris of Troie,</l>
                  <l>Wake of thy ſleep, behold vs Godds three,</l>
                  <l>We haue brought to thee encreaſe of joye,</l>
                  <l>To thy diſcrecion reporting our beauty,</l>
                  <l>Take here this Apple and well deuiſe thee,</l>
                  <l>Which of vs is faireſt in thy ſight,</l>
                  <l>And giue thou it, we pray thee gentil knight.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Pallas loquitur primo.</head>
                  <l>If ſo be thou giue it vnto me Pariſe,</l>
                  <l>This ſhall I giue vnto thy worthineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Honour, conqueſt, nobley, loſe and priſe,</l>
                  <l>Victory, courage, force, and hardineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Good auenture, and famous manlineſſe,</l>
                  <l>For that Apple all this giue I to thee,</l>
                  <l>Conſider this Pariſe, and giue it vnto mee.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <pb n="577" facs="tcp:51487:308"/>
                  <head>Venus loquitur ad Pariſum.</head>
                  <l>Nay giue it me and this ſhall I you giue,</l>
                  <l>Glad aſpect with fauour and faireneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And loue of ladies alſo while that ye liue,</l>
                  <l>Famous ſtature, and Princely ſeemelineſſe,</l>
                  <l>According to your natife gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Vnderſtande this gift well I you aduiſe,</l>
                  <l>And giue it me hardly Pariſe.</l>
               </div>
               <div type="part">
                  <head>Minerva loquitur ad Pariſum.</head>
                  <l>Ye ye Paris take heed vnto me,</l>
                  <l>Thou art a Prince borne by diſcent,</l>
                  <l>And for to rule thy royall dignity,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall thee giue firſt intendement,</l>
                  <l>Diſcretion, prudence in right judgement,</l>
                  <l>Which in a Prince, is thing moſt couenable,</l>
                  <l>Giue it me I am to haue it able.</l>
               </div>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballad pleaſant.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>I Haue a Lady where ſo ſhe bee,</l>
                  <l>That ſeldome is ſhe ſoueraine of my
thought,</l>
                  <l>On whoſe beauty when I behold and ſee,</l>
                  <l>Remembring me how well ſhe is wrought,</l>
                  <l>I thank fortune y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> to her grace me brought,</l>
                  <l>So faire is ſhe but nothing angelike,</l>
                  <l>Her beauty is to none other like.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For hardly and ſhe were made of braſſe,</l>
                  <l>Face and all, ſhe hath enough faireneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Her eyen been holow &amp; greene as any graſſe,</l>
                  <l>And Rauiniſh yelow is her ſounitreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Thereto ſhe hath of euery comelineſſe</l>
                  <l>Such quantity giuen her by nature,</l>
                  <l>That with the leaſt ſhe is of her ſtature.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And as a bolt her browes been ybent,</l>
                  <l>And betill browed ſhe is alſo withall,</l>
                  <l>And of her wit as ſimple and innocent,</l>
                  <l>As is a child that can no good at all,</l>
                  <l>She is not thicke, her ſtature is but ſmall,</l>
                  <l>Her fingers been little, and nothing long,</l>
                  <l>Her skin is ſmooth as any Oxes tong.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thereto ſhe is ſo wiſe in daliaunce,</l>
                  <l>And beſet her words ſo womanly,</l>
                  <l>That her to heare it doth me diſpleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>For that ſhe ſaith, is ſaid ſo conningly,</l>
                  <l>That when there be no mo than ſhe and I,</l>
                  <l>I had leuer ſhe were of talking ſtill,</l>
                  <l>Then that ſhe ſhould ſo goodly ſpeach ſpill.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſloth none ſhall ye haue in her entreſſe,</l>
                  <l>So diligent is ſhe and vertuleſſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſo buſie aye all good to vndreſſe,</l>
                  <l>That as a ſhe Ape ſhe is harmeleſſe,</l>
                  <l>And as an Harnet meke and pitileſſe,</l>
                  <l>With that ſhe is ſo wiſe and circumſpect,</l>
                  <l>That prudence none her folly can infect.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Is it not joy that ſuch one of her age,</l>
                  <l>Within the bounds of ſo great tenderneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Should in her werke be ſo ſadde and ſage,</l>
                  <l>That of the wedding ſawe all the nobleſſe</l>
                  <l>Of queene Iane, and was tho as I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>But of the age of yeeres ten and fiue,</l>
                  <l>I trowe there are not many ſuch aliue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For as Ieſu my ſinfull ſoule ſaue,</l>
                  <l>There nis creature in all this world liuing,</l>
                  <l>Like vnto her that I would gladly haue,</l>
                  <l>So pleaſeth mine hert y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> goodly ſwete thing,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe ſoule in haſt vnto his bliſſe bring,</l>
                  <l>That firſt her formed to be a creature,</l>
                  <l>For were ſhe well, of me I did no cure.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit the diſcriuing of a faire Lady.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Another Ballad.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>O Moſſie Quince hanging by your ſtalke,</l>
                  <l>The whiche no man dare plucke away
nor take,</l>
                  <l>Of all the folke that paſſe forth by or walke,</l>
                  <l>Your floures freſh be fallen away and ſhake:</l>
                  <l>I am right ſorry maiſtreſſe for your ſake,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſeem a thing that all men haue forgotten,</l>
                  <l>Ye be ſo ripe, ye wa<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e almoſt rotten.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Your vgly cheare deinous and froward,</l>
                  <l>Your greene eyen frowning, and not glad,</l>
                  <l>Your chekes enbolned like a mellow C<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſtard,</l>
                  <l>Colour of Orenge, your breſtes Satournad,</l>
                  <l>Gilt vpon warrantiſe, the colour wil not fade,</l>
                  <l>Bawſin buttocked, bellied like a tonn,</l>
                  <l>* Men cry S. Barbary at the loſing of your gonn.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My louely leud maiſtres take conſideration,</l>
                  <l>I am ſo ſorrowfull there as ye be abſent,</l>
                  <l>The flour of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> barkfat, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fouleſt of all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> nation,</l>
                  <l>To loue you but a little is mine entent,</l>
                  <l>The ſwert hath yſwent you, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſmoke hath you ſhent,</l>
                  <l>I trow ye haue ben laid vpon ſome kell to dry,</l>
                  <l>You do me ſo much worſhip there as ye be
preſent,</l>
                  <l>Of all women I loue you beſt a m. times fie.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballad, warning men to beware of deceitful
women.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>* LOoke well about yee that louers bee,</l>
                  <l>Let not your luſts lead you to do<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>age,</l>
                  <l>* Be not enamoured on all things that ye ſee,</l>
                  <l>Sampſon the fort, and Salomon the ſage</l>
                  <l>Deceiued were for all their great courage,</l>
                  <l>Men deme it right that they ſee with e<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e,</l>
                  <l>* Beware therfore, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> blind eateth many a flie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I mean of women for all their cheres queint,</l>
                  <l>Truſt them not too much, their truth is but
geaſon,</l>
                  <l>The faireſt outward well can they paint,</l>
                  <l>Their ſtedfaſtneſſe endureth but a ſeaſon,</l>
                  <l>For they fain frendlines, &amp; worchen treaſon,</l>
                  <l>And for they are chaungeable naturally,</l>
                  <l>Beware therfore, the blind eateth many a flie.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="578" facs="tcp:51487:309"/>
What wight on liue truſſeth on their cheres,</l>
                  <l>Shal haue at laſt his guerdon and his mede,</l>
                  <l>For women can ſhaue neerer than raſors or ſheres,</l>
                  <l>* Al is not gold y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſhineth, men take hede</l>
                  <l>Their gall is hid vnder a ſugred wede,</l>
                  <l>It is full queint their fantaſie to aſpie,</l>
                  <l>Beware therfore, the blind eateth many a flie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Though all the world doe his buſie cure</l>
                  <l>To make women ſtand in ſtableneſſe,</l>
                  <l>It would not be, it is againſt nature,</l>
                  <l>The world is do when they lack doublenes,</l>
                  <l>For they can laugh &amp; loue not, this is expres,</l>
                  <l>To truſt on them it is but fantaſie,</l>
                  <l>Beware therfore, the blind eateth many a flie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Women of kind hath conditions three,</l>
                  <l>The firſt is, they be full of diſceit,</l>
                  <l>To ſpinne alſo is their property,</l>
                  <l>And women haue a wonder full conceit,</l>
                  <l>For they can weepe oft, and all is a ſleit,</l>
                  <l>And euer when they liſt, the tear is in the eie,</l>
                  <l>Beware therfore, the blind eateth many a flie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* In ſooth to ſay, though all the erth ſo wanne</l>
                  <l>Were parchment ſmooth, white, &amp; ſcribabell,</l>
                  <l>And the great ſea, that called is the Ociane,</l>
                  <l>Were tourned into ink blacker than Sabell,</l>
                  <l>Euery ſtick a pen, each man a ſcriuener abell,</l>
                  <l>Not coud they write womans trechery,</l>
                  <l>Beware therfore, the blind eateth many a flie.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Theſe Verſes next following
were compiled by Geffrey Chaucer, and
in the written Copies follow at the end
of the Complaint of Pity.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THe long nights, when euery creature</l>
                  <l>Should haue their reſt in ſomewhat as
by kind,</l>
                  <l>Or els ne may their life not long endure:</l>
                  <l>It falleth moſt into my wofull mind,</l>
                  <l>How I ſo farre haue brought my ſelf behind,</l>
                  <l>That ſafe the deth ther may nothing me liſſe,</l>
                  <l>So diſpaired I am from all kin bliſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This ſame thought me laſteth till y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> morow,</l>
                  <l>And from the morow forth till it be eue,</l>
                  <l>There needeth me no care for to borrow,</l>
                  <l>For both I haue good laiſer and good leue,</l>
                  <l>There is no wight that will my wo bireue,</l>
                  <l>To weepe ynough, and wailen all my fill:</l>
                  <l>The ſore ſpark of my pein now doth me ſpill.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Tis loue that hath me ſet in ſuch a place,</l>
                  <l>That my deſier will neuer fulfill:</l>
                  <l>For neither Pity, Mercy, neither Grace</l>
                  <l>Can I not find, yet from my ſorrowful hart,</l>
                  <l>For to be dede, I can it not arace,</l>
                  <l>The more I loue, the more ſhe doth me ſmart,</l>
                  <l>Thorow which I ſee without remedy,</l>
                  <l>That from the death I may no wiſe aſtart.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now ſothly what ſhe hight I woll reherſe,</l>
                  <l>Her name is Bounty, ſet in womanhede,</l>
                  <l>Sadnes in youth, and Beauty prideleſſe,</l>
                  <l>And Pleſaunce, vnder Gouernance &amp; Drede:</l>
                  <l>Her ſurname is eke faire Rutheleſſe,</l>
                  <l>The Wiſe eknit vnto good Auenture,</l>
                  <l>That for I loue her, ſhe ſleeth me guiltleſſe,</l>
                  <l>Her loue I beſt, and ſhall while I may dure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Bet then my ſelf a hundred thouſand dele,</l>
                  <l>Than all this worlds riches or creature:</l>
                  <l>Now hath not loue me beſtowed wele,</l>
                  <l>To loue there I neuer ſhal haue part,</l>
                  <l>Alas right thus, is turned me the wheele:</l>
                  <l>Thus am I ſlaine with loues furious dart,</l>
                  <l>I can but loue her beſt my ſweteſt ſo,</l>
                  <l>Loue hath me taught no more of all his art,</l>
                  <l>But ſerue alway, and ſtinten for no wo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In my true carefull hert there is</l>
                  <l>So much wo and ſo little bliſſe,</l>
                  <l>That wo is me that euer I was bore,</l>
                  <l>For all that thing which I deſire, I miſſe,</l>
                  <l>And all that euer I would not I wiſſe,</l>
                  <l>That find I ready to me euermore:</l>
                  <l>And of all this I not to whom me plaine,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe that might me out of this bring,</l>
                  <l>Ne recheth nought whether I weep or ſing,</l>
                  <l>So little ruth hath ſhe vpon my paine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Alas, when ſleeping time is, lo then I wake,</l>
                  <l>When I ſhould daunce, for fere lo then I quake:</l>
                  <l>This heauy life I lede lo for your ſake,</l>
                  <l>Though ye thereof in no wiſe heed do take,</l>
                  <l>Mine herts lady, and hole my liues quene,</l>
                  <l>For truly durſt I ſay, as that I fele,</l>
                  <l>Me ſeemeth that your ſweet heart of ſtele</l>
                  <l>Is whetted now againſt me to kene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My dere hert, and beſt beloued fo,</l>
                  <l>Why liketh you to do me all this wo,</l>
                  <l>What haue I done, that greueth you, or ſaid,</l>
                  <l>But for I ſerue and loue you and no mo,</l>
                  <l>And whileſt I liue I will euer do ſo:</l>
                  <l>And therefore ſwete, ne bethe not euill apaid,</l>
                  <l>For ſo good and ſo faire as ye be,</l>
                  <l>It were right great wonder but if ye had</l>
                  <l>Of all ſeruaunts both of good and bad,</l>
                  <l>And beſt worthy of all them I am he.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But neuertheleſſe, my right lady ſwete,</l>
                  <l>Though that I be vnkonning and vnmete</l>
                  <l>To ſerue as I coud beſt aye your highneſs,</l>
                  <l>Yet is there none fairer, that would I hete,</l>
                  <l>Than I, to do you eaſe or elſe bete,</l>
                  <l>What ſo I wiſt that were to your highneſs,</l>
                  <l>And had I might as good as I haue will,</l>
                  <l>Then ſhould ye fele where it were ſo or none:</l>
                  <l>For in this world liuing then is there none</l>
                  <l>That fainer would your herts will fulfill.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For both I loue and eke drede you ſo ſore,</l>
                  <l>And algates mote &amp; haue done you full yore,</l>
                  <l>That better loued is none ne neuer ſhall:</l>
                  <l>And yet I would beſeech you of no more,</l>
                  <l>But leueth well, and be not wroth therefore,</l>
                  <l>
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And let me ſerue you forth, lo this is all,</l>
                  <l>For I am nought ſo hardy ne ſo wood,</l>
                  <l>For to deſire that ye ſhould louen me,</l>
                  <l>For well I wote alas that may not be,</l>
                  <l>I am ſo little worthy and ye ſo good,</l>
                  <l>For ye be one the worthieſt on liue,</l>
                  <l>And I the moſt vnlikely for to thriue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet for all this, weteth ye right well,</l>
                  <l>That ye ne ſhould me from your ſeruice driue,</l>
                  <l>That I ne will aye with all my wits fiue</l>
                  <l>Serue you truly, what wo ſo that I fele,</l>
                  <l>For I am ſet ſo hic upon your wheele,</l>
                  <l>That though ye neuer will upon me rew,</l>
                  <l>I muſt you loue, and been euer as trew,</l>
                  <l>As any man can or may on liue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But the more that I love you goodly free,</l>
                  <l>The laſſe find I that ye loue me,</l>
                  <l>Alas when ſhall that hard wit amend,</l>
                  <l>Where is now all your womanly pite,</l>
                  <l>Your gentleneſſe and your debonairte,</l>
                  <l>Will ye nothing thereof upon me ſpend,</l>
                  <l>And ſo hole ſweet as I am yours all,</l>
                  <l>And ſo great will as I haue you to ſerue,</l>
                  <l>Now certes, and ye let me thus ſterue,</l>
                  <l>Yet haue ye wonne thereon but ſmall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For at my knowing I do nought why,</l>
                  <l>And thus I will beſeech you heartely,</l>
                  <l>That euer ye find whiles ye liue</l>
                  <l>A truer ſeruant to you than am I,</l>
                  <l>Leueth then, and ſleeth me hardely,</l>
                  <l>And I my death to you will all forgiue,</l>
                  <l>And if ye find no truer verely,</l>
                  <l>Woll ye ſuffer then that I thus ſpill,</l>
                  <l>And for no manner gilt but my good will,</l>
                  <l>As good were then vntrue as true to be.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Ballad, declaring that Womens chaſtity
Doth much excell all treaſure worldly.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>IN womanhede as auctours do all write,</l>
                  <l>Moſt thing commended is their honeſty,</l>
                  <l>Thing moſt ſlaunderous their nobles to at<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wite,</l>
                  <l>As when women of haſty fraelty,</l>
                  <l>Ex<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eeden the bonds, of wifely chaſtity,</l>
                  <l>For what auaileth linage or royall blood,</l>
                  <l>When of their liuing the report is not good.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The holy bed defoyled of marriage,</l>
                  <l>For ones defoiled may not recouered be,</l>
                  <l>The vice goeth forth, &amp; the froward language</l>
                  <l>By many a realme, and many a great cite,</l>
                  <l>* Sclaunder hath a cuſtome, &amp; that is great</l>
                  <l>True or fals, by a contrarious ſoune,</l>
                  <l>Ones areiſed it goeth not lightly downe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For when a lechour by force or by maiſtry,</l>
                  <l>Defouled hath of virgines the cleaneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Widdowes oppreſſed, and lie in aduoutry,</l>
                  <l>Aſſailed wiues that ſtood in ſtableneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Who may then their ſlaundrous harme re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dreſſe,</l>
                  <l>When their good name is hurt by ſuch report,</l>
                  <l>* For fame loſt ones, can neuer haue his reſort.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A thefe may rob a man of his richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>And by ſome meane make reſtitucion,</l>
                  <l>And ſome man may diſherite and oppreſſe</l>
                  <l>A poore man from his poſſeſſion,</l>
                  <l>And after make againe ſatiſfaction,</l>
                  <l>* But no man may reſtore in no degree,</l>
                  <l>A maid robbed of her virginite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A man may alſo beat a caſtell doun,</l>
                  <l>And built it after more freſh to the ſight,</l>
                  <l>Exile a man out of his regioun,</l>
                  <l>And him reuoke whether it be wrong or right,</l>
                  <l>* But no man hath the power ne the might</l>
                  <l>For to reſtore the palais virginall</l>
                  <l>Of chaſtity when broken is the wall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Men may alſo putten out of ſeruice,</l>
                  <l>And officers remeue out of their place,</l>
                  <l>And at a day when fortune liſt deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>They may again reſtored be to grace,</l>
                  <l>* But there nis time, nother ſet down, ne ſpace,</l>
                  <l>Nor neuer in ſtory, neither rad ne ſaine,</l>
                  <l>That maidenhed loſt, recouered was againe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For which all men ſhould haue a conſcience</l>
                  <l>To rewen in their heart, and repent ſore,</l>
                  <l>And have remorſe of ſuch a great offence,</l>
                  <l>To rauiſh thing, which they may not reſtore:</l>
                  <l>For it is ſaid, and hath be ſaid full yore,</l>
                  <l>* The emeraud greene, of parfite chaſtite,</l>
                  <l>Stole ones away, may not recouered be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And hard it is to rauiſh a treaſour,</l>
                  <l>Which of nature is not recuparable:</l>
                  <l>Lordſhip may not, of King nor Emperour,</l>
                  <l>Reforme a thing which is nat reformable:</l>
                  <l>* Ruſt of defame is inſeperable,</l>
                  <l>* And maidenhede once loſt of new or yore,</l>
                  <l>No man of liue may it againe reſtore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Romanes old thorough their patience</l>
                  <l>Suffered tyraunts in their tyrannies</l>
                  <l>On their cities to do great violence,</l>
                  <l>The people to oppreſſe, with their robberies:</l>
                  <l>But to do puniſh, they ſet great eſpies,</l>
                  <l>On falſe auouterers; as it is well couth,</l>
                  <l>Which widowes rauiſh, and maidens in their youth.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Court of Love.</head>
               <head type="sub">This Book is an imitation of the Romaunt of the
Roſe, ſhewing that all are ſubject to love, what
impediments ſoever to the contrary: containing
alſo thoſe twenty Statutes which are to be ob<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerved
in the Court of Love.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>WIth timerous heart, and trembling
hand of drede,</l>
                  <l>Of cunning naked, bare of eloquence,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the floure of porte in womanhede</l>
                  <l>I write, as he that none intelligence</l>
                  <l>Of metres hath, ne floures of ſentence:</l>
                  <l>Saufe that me liſt my writing to conuey,</l>
                  <l>In that I can to pleaſe her high nobley.</l>
                  <l>
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The bloſomes freſh of Tullius gardein ſoot</l>
                  <l>Preſent they not, my matter for to born:</l>
                  <l>Poemes of Virgil taken here no root,</l>
                  <l>Ne craft of Galfride, may not here ſojourn:</l>
                  <l>Why nam I cunning? O well may I mourn</l>
                  <l>For lacke of ſcience, that I cannat write</l>
                  <l>Vnto the princes of my life aright.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>No tearmes digne vnto her excellence,</l>
                  <l>So is ſhe ſprong of noble ſtirpe and high:</l>
                  <l>A world of honour and of reuerence</l>
                  <l>There is in her, this will I teſtifie,</l>
                  <l>Caliope thou ſuſter wiſe and ſlie,</l>
                  <l>And thou Minerua, guide me with thy grace,</l>
                  <l>That language rude, my matter not deface.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thy ſuger dropes ſweet of Helicon</l>
                  <l>Diſtill in me, thou gentle muſe I pray,</l>
                  <l>And thee Melpomene I call anone,</l>
                  <l>Of ignoraunce the miſt to chaſe away:</l>
                  <l>And giue me grace ſo for to write and ſay,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe my lady of her worthineſſe</l>
                  <l>Accept in gree this little ſhort treateſſe,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That is entituled thus, The Court of Loue:</l>
                  <l>And ye that ben Metriciens me excuſe,</l>
                  <l>I you beſeech for Venus ſake aboue,</l>
                  <l>For what I mean in this, ye need not muſe:</l>
                  <l>And if ſo be my lady it refuſe</l>
                  <l>For lacke of ornate ſpeech, I would be wo,</l>
                  <l>That I preſume to her to writen ſo.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But my entent and all my buſie cure</l>
                  <l>Is for to write this treateſſe, as I can,</l>
                  <l>Vnto my lady, ſtable, true, and ſure,</l>
                  <l>Faithfull and kind, ſith firſt that ſhe began</l>
                  <l>Me to accept in ſeruice as her man:</l>
                  <l>To her be all the pleaſure of this book,</l>
                  <l>That when her like ſhe may it rede and look.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>WHen I was young, at eighteene yeare
of age,</l>
                  <l>Luſty and light, deſirous of pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Approching on full ſadde and ripe courage,</l>
                  <l>Loue arted me to do my obſeruaunce</l>
                  <l>To his eſtate, and done him obeiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Commaunding me y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> Court of Loue to ſee,</l>
                  <l>Alite beſide the mount of Citharee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>There Citherea goddeſſe was and quene:</l>
                  <l>Honoured highly for her majeſte,</l>
                  <l>And eke her ſonne, the mighty God I wene,</l>
                  <l>Cupide the blind, that for his dignite</l>
                  <l>A M. louers worſhip on their kne,</l>
                  <l>There was I bid in paine of death to pere,</l>
                  <l>By Mercury the winged meſſengere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So then I went by ſtrange &amp; fer countrees,</l>
                  <l>Enquiring aye what coaſt had to it drew</l>
                  <l>The Court of Loue: &amp; thiderward as bees,</l>
                  <l>At laſt I ſee the people gan purſue:</l>
                  <l>And me thoght ſome wight was there y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> knew</l>
                  <l>Where that y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> court was holden ferre or nie,</l>
                  <l>And after them full faſt I gan me hie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Anone as I them ouertooke, I ſaid:</l>
                  <l>Heile friends, whither purpoſe ye to wend?</l>
                  <l>Forſooth (qd. ofte) that anſwered liche a maid,</l>
                  <l>To Loues Court now go we gentle friend.</l>
                  <l>Where is that place (qd. I) my fellow hend?</l>
                  <l>At Citheron, ſir ſaid he, without dout,</l>
                  <l>The king of Loue and all his noble rout</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Dwelleth within a caſtle rially.</l>
                  <l>So then apace I journed forth among,</l>
                  <l>And as he ſaid, ſo fond I there truly:</l>
                  <l>For I beheld the toures high and ſtrong,</l>
                  <l>And high pinacles, large of hight and long,</l>
                  <l>With plate of gold beſpred on euery ſide,</l>
                  <l>And precious ſtones, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſtone werke for to hide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>No Saphire in Inde, no Rube rich of price,</l>
                  <l>There lacked then, nor Emeraud ſo grene,</l>
                  <l>Bales Turkes, ne thing to my deuice,</l>
                  <l>That may the caſtle maken for to ſhene:</l>
                  <l>All was as bright as ſterres in Winter bene,</l>
                  <l>And Phebus ſhone to make his peace ageine,</l>
                  <l>For treſpas done to high eſtates tweine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Venus and Mars, the god &amp; goddeſſe clere,</l>
                  <l>When he them found in armes cheined faſt,</l>
                  <l>Venus was then full ſad of hert and chere:</l>
                  <l>But Phebus beams ſtreight as is the maſt,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the caſtle ginneth he to caſt,</l>
                  <l>To pleaſe the lady, princes of that place,</l>
                  <l>In ſigne he looketh after loues grace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For there nis God in heauen or hell ywis,</l>
                  <l>But he hath ben right ſoget vnto loue:</l>
                  <l>Ioue, Pluto, or whatſoeuer he is,</l>
                  <l>Ne creature in yearth, or yet aboue,</l>
                  <l>Of theſe the reuers may no wight approue:</l>
                  <l>But furthermore, the caſtle to deſcrie,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſaw I neuer none ſo large and hie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For vnto heauen it ſtretcheth, I ſuppoſe,</l>
                  <l>Within and out depeinted wonderly,</l>
                  <l>With many a thouſand daiſie rede as roſe,</l>
                  <l>And white alſo, this ſaw I verely:</l>
                  <l>But who tho daiſies might do ſignifie,</l>
                  <l>Can I not tell, ſafe that the quenes floure,</l>
                  <l>Alceſte it was that kept there her ſojoure:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Which vnder Venus lady was and quene,</l>
                  <l>And Admete king &amp; ſoueraine of that place,</l>
                  <l>To whom obeied the ladies good ninetene,</l>
                  <l>With many a thouſand other bright of face:</l>
                  <l>And yong men fele came forth with luſty pace,</l>
                  <l>And aged eke, their homage to diſpoſe,</l>
                  <l>But what they were, I coud not well diſcloſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet nere and nere forth in I gan me dreſs</l>
                  <l>Into an hall of noble apparaile,</l>
                  <l>With arras ſpred, and cloth of gold I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>And other ſilke of eſyer auaile:</l>
                  <l>Vnder the cloth of their eſtate ſauns faile</l>
                  <l>The king and quene there ſat as I beheld:</l>
                  <l>It paſſed joy of Heliſe the field.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>There ſaints haue their comming &amp; reſort,</l>
                  <l>To ſeene the king ſo rially beſeine</l>
                  <l>In purple clad, and eke the quene in ſort,</l>
                  <l>And on their heads ſaw I crownes tweine,</l>
                  <l>With ſtones fret, ſo that it was no paine,</l>
                  <l>
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Withouten meat and drink to ſtand &amp; ſee</l>
                  <l>The kings honour and the rialtee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And for to treat of ſtates with the king,</l>
                  <l>That ben of councel cheef, &amp; with the quene:</l>
                  <l>The king had Danger nere to him ſtanding,</l>
                  <l>The quene of loue, Diſdain, &amp; that was ſene:</l>
                  <l>For by the faith I ſhall to God, I wene</l>
                  <l>Was neuer ſtraunger none in her degree,</l>
                  <l>Than was the quene in caſting of her eye.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And as I ſtood perceiuing her apart,</l>
                  <l>And eke the beames ſhining of her eyen,</l>
                  <l>Me thought they weren ſhapen lich a dart,</l>
                  <l>Sharp &amp; perſing, &amp; ſmal and ſtreight of line:</l>
                  <l>And all her haire it ſhone as gold ſo fine,</l>
                  <l>Diſhiuil criſpe, down hanging at her backe</l>
                  <l>A yard in length: and ſoothly then I ſpake.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O bright regina, who made thee ſo faire?</l>
                  <l>Who made thy colour vermelet and white?</l>
                  <l>Wher wonneth y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> God, how far aboue y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> aire?</l>
                  <l>Great was his craft, &amp; great was his delite.</l>
                  <l>Now maruell I nothing that ye do hight</l>
                  <l>The quene of loue, and occupie the place</l>
                  <l>Of Cithare: now ſweet lady thy grace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In mewet ſpake I ſo, that nought aſtart</l>
                  <l>By no condition word, that might be hard:</l>
                  <l>But in my inward thought I gan aduert,</l>
                  <l>And oft I ſaid my wit is dull and hard:</l>
                  <l>For with her beauty, thus God wot I ferde,</l>
                  <l>As doth the man yrauiſhed with ſight,</l>
                  <l>When I beheld her criſtall eyen ſo bright:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>No reſpect hauing what was beſt to done,</l>
                  <l>Till right anone beholding here and there,</l>
                  <l>I ſpied a friend of mine, and that full ſone,</l>
                  <l>A gentlewoman was the chamberere</l>
                  <l>Vnto the quene, that hote as ye ſhall here,</l>
                  <l>Philobone, that loued all her life:</l>
                  <l>When ſhe me ſey, ſhe led me forth as blife:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And me demanded how and in what wiſe</l>
                  <l>I thither come, and what my errand was?</l>
                  <l>To ſeen the Court (qd. I) and all the guiſe,</l>
                  <l>And eke to ſue for pardon and for grace,</l>
                  <l>And mercy aske for all my great treſpas,</l>
                  <l>That I none erſt come to the court of loue:</l>
                  <l>Foryeue me this, ye gods all aboue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That is well ſaid (qd. Philobone) indede:</l>
                  <l>But were ye not aſſomoned to appere</l>
                  <l>By Mercurius, for that is all my drede:</l>
                  <l>Yes gentill feire (qd. I) now am I here,</l>
                  <l>Ye yet what tho though that be true my dere:</l>
                  <l>Of your free will ye ſhould haue come vnſent,</l>
                  <l>For ye did not, I deme ye will be ſhent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For ye that reigne in youth and luſtineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Pampired with eaſe, and jalous in your age,</l>
                  <l>Your duty is, as farre as I can geſſe,</l>
                  <l>To loues court to dreſſen your viage,</l>
                  <l>As ſoone as nature maketh you ſo ſage,</l>
                  <l>* That ye may know a woman from a ſwan,</l>
                  <l>Or when your foot is growen halfe a ſpan.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But ſith that ye by wilfull negligence</l>
                  <l>This xviii. year hath kept your ſelf at large,</l>
                  <l>The greater is your treſpas and offence,</l>
                  <l>And in your neck you mote bere all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> charge:</l>
                  <l>For better were ye ben withouten barge</l>
                  <l>Amidde the ſea in tempeſt and in raine,</l>
                  <l>Then biden here, receiuing wo and paine</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That ordained is for ſuch as them abſent</l>
                  <l>Fro loues court by yeres long and fele.</l>
                  <l>I ley my life ye ſhall full ſoone repent,</l>
                  <l>For loue will r<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>iue your colour, luſt, and hele:</l>
                  <l>Eke ye muſt bait on many an heauy mele:</l>
                  <l>No force ywis: I ſtirred you long agone</l>
                  <l>To draw to court (qd. little) Philobone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye ſhall well ſee how rough and angry face</l>
                  <l>The king of Loue will ſhew, when ye him ſe:</l>
                  <l>By mine aduiſe kneel down &amp; ask him grace,</l>
                  <l>Eſchewing perill and aduerſite,</l>
                  <l>For well I wote it woll none other be,</l>
                  <l>Comfort is none, ne counſell to your eaſe,</l>
                  <l>Why will ye then the king of Loue diſpleaſe?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O mercy God (qd. iche) I me repent,</l>
                  <l>Caitife &amp; wretch in hert, in will and thought,</l>
                  <l>And after this ſhall be mine hole entent</l>
                  <l>To ſerue &amp; pleaſe, how dere y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> loue be bought:</l>
                  <l>Yet ſith I haue mine own pennance yſought,</l>
                  <l>With humble ſprite ſhall I it receiue,</l>
                  <l>Though that y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> king of Loue my life bereiue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And though that feruent loues qualite</l>
                  <l>In me did neuer wortch truly: yet I</l>
                  <l>With all obeiſaunce and humilite,</l>
                  <l>And benigne hert ſhall ſerue him till I die:</l>
                  <l>And he that lord of might is great and hie,</l>
                  <l>Right as him liſt me chaſtice and correct,</l>
                  <l>And puniſh me with treſpace thus infect.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Theſe words ſaid, ſhe caught me by the lap,</l>
                  <l>And led me forth in till a temple round,</l>
                  <l>Both large and wide: and as my bleſſed hap</l>
                  <l>And good auenture was, right ſoone I found</l>
                  <l>A tabernacle reiſed from the ground,</l>
                  <l>Where Venus ſat, and Cupide by her ſide,</l>
                  <l>Yet halfe for drede I can my viſage hide.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And eft againe I looked and beheld,</l>
                  <l>Seeing full ſundry people in the place,</l>
                  <l>And miſter folk, &amp; ſome that might not weld</l>
                  <l>Their lims wele, me thought a wonder caſe,</l>
                  <l>The temple ſhone with windows all of glaſs,</l>
                  <l>Bright as the day, with many a fair image,</l>
                  <l>And there I ſee the freſh queene of Cartage</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Dido, that brent her beauty for the loue</l>
                  <l>Of falſe Eneas, and the weimenting</l>
                  <l>Of her Annelida, true as Turtle doue,</l>
                  <l>To Arcite fals: and there was in peinting</l>
                  <l>Of many a prince, and many a doughty king,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe martirdom was ſhewed about y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> wals</l>
                  <l>And how that fele for loue had ſuffred fals.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But ſore I was abaſhed and aſtonied</l>
                  <l>Of all tho folke that there were in that tide,</l>
                  <l>
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And then I asked where they had wonned:</l>
                  <l>In diuers courts (qd. ſhe) here beſide,</l>
                  <l>In ſundry clothing mantill wiſe full wide</l>
                  <l>They were arraied, and did their ſacrifiſe</l>
                  <l>Vnto the God, and goddeſſe in their guiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Lo yonder folk (qd. ſhe) y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> kneele in blew,</l>
                  <l>They weare the colour aye and euer ſhall,</l>
                  <l>In ſigne they were and euer will be trew</l>
                  <l>Withouten chaunge: and ſoothly yonder all</l>
                  <l>That ben in black, and mourning cry and call</l>
                  <l>Vnto the gods, for their loues bene,</l>
                  <l>Som ſick, ſome dede, ſom all to ſharp &amp; kene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yea then (qd. I) w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> done theſe prieſts here,</l>
                  <l>Nonnes and Hermites, Freres, and all tho,</l>
                  <l>That ſit in white, in ruſſet, and in grene:</l>
                  <l>Forſooth (qd. ſhe) they waylen of their wo.</l>
                  <l>O mercy Lord, may they ſo come and go</l>
                  <l>Freely to court, and haue ſuch liberty?</l>
                  <l>Yea men of each condition and degre,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And women eke: For truly there is none</l>
                  <l>Exception made, ne neuer was ne may:</l>
                  <l>This court is ope and free for euerichone,</l>
                  <l>The king of loue he will not ſay them nay:</l>
                  <l>He taketh all in poore or rich array,</l>
                  <l>That meekely ſew vnto his excellence</l>
                  <l>With all their hert and all their reuerence.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And walking thus about with Philobone</l>
                  <l>I ſee where come a meſſengere in hie</l>
                  <l>Streight from the king, which let command anone,</l>
                  <l>Throughout the court to make an ho &amp; cry:</l>
                  <l>All new come folke abide, and wote ye why,</l>
                  <l>The kings luſt is for to ſeene you ſone:</l>
                  <l>Come nere let ſee, his will mote need be done.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then gan I me preſent tofore the king,</l>
                  <l>Trembling for fere with viſage pale of hew,</l>
                  <l>And many a louer with me was kneeling,</l>
                  <l>Abaſhed ſore, till vnto the time they knew</l>
                  <l>The ſentence yeue of his entent full trew:</l>
                  <l>And at the laſt the king hath me behold</l>
                  <l>With ſterne viſage, &amp; ſeid, what doth this old</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus ferre yſtope in yeres, come ſo late</l>
                  <l>Vnto the court? forſooth, my liege (qd. I)</l>
                  <l>An hundred time I haue ben at the gate</l>
                  <l>Afore this time, yet coud I neuer eſpie</l>
                  <l>Of mine acqueintaunce any in mine eie:</l>
                  <l>And ſhame faſtneſſe away me gan to chace,</l>
                  <l>But now I me ſubmit vnto your grace.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Well, all is pardoned with condition</l>
                  <l>That thou be true from henceforth to thy might</l>
                  <l>And ſeruen loue in thine entention,</l>
                  <l>Sweare this, &amp; then as ferre as it is right,</l>
                  <l>thou ſhalt haue grace here in thy quenes ſight.</l>
                  <l>Yes by y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> faith I owe to your croun, I ſwere,</l>
                  <l>Though death therefore me thir<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>th with his ſpere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> king hod ſeene vs euerychone,</l>
                  <l>He let commaund an Officer in hie</l>
                  <l>To take our faith, and ſhew vs one by one</l>
                  <l>The ſtatutes of the court full buſily:</l>
                  <l>Anon the booke was leid before their eie,</l>
                  <l>To rede and ſee what thing we muſt obſerue</l>
                  <l>In Loues Court, till that we die and ſterue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>ANd for that I was lettred, there I red</l>
                  <l>The ſtatutes hole of Loues Court &amp; hall:</l>
                  <l>The firſt ſtatute that on the booke was ſpred,</l>
                  <l>Was to be true in thought and deeds all</l>
                  <l>Vnto the king of Loue the lord ryall,</l>
                  <l>And to the quene as faithfull and as kind,</l>
                  <l>As I coud thinke with hert, will and mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Second ſtatute ſecretly to kepe</l>
                  <l>Councell of loue, not blowing euery where</l>
                  <l>All that I know, and let it ſinke and flete,</l>
                  <l>It may not ſowne in euery wights ere:</l>
                  <l>Exiling ſlaunder aye for drede and fere,</l>
                  <l>And to my lady which I loue and ſerue,</l>
                  <l>Be true and kind her grace for to deſerue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Third ſtatute was clerely writ alſo,</l>
                  <l>Withouten chaunge to liue &amp; die the ſame,</l>
                  <l>None other loue to take for wele ne wo,</l>
                  <l>For blind delite, for erneſt nor for game:</l>
                  <l>Without repent for laughing or for grame,</l>
                  <l>To biden ſtill in full perſeueraunce,</l>
                  <l>All this was hole the kings ordinaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Fourth ſtatute to purchaſe ever to here,</l>
                  <l>And ſtirren folke to loue, and beten fire</l>
                  <l>On Venus auter, here about and there,</l>
                  <l>And preach to them of loue and hote deſire,</l>
                  <l>And tell how loue will quiten well their hire:</l>
                  <l>This muſt be kept, and loth me to diſpleaſe:</l>
                  <l>If loue be wroth, paſſe: for there by is eaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Fift ſtatute, not to be daungerous,</l>
                  <l>If that a thought would reue me of my ſlepe:</l>
                  <l>Nor of a ſight to be ouer ſquemous,</l>
                  <l>And ſo verely this ſtatute was to kepe,</l>
                  <l>To turne and wallow in my bed and wepe,</l>
                  <l>When that my lady of her cruelty</l>
                  <l>Would from her heart exilen all pity.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Sixt ſtatute, it was for me to vſe,</l>
                  <l>Alone to wander, void of company,</l>
                  <l>And on my ladies beauty for to muſe,</l>
                  <l>And to thinke it no force to liue or die,</l>
                  <l>And eft againe to thinke the remedie,</l>
                  <l>How to her grace I might anone attaine,</l>
                  <l>And tell my wo vnto my ſoueraine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Seuenth ſtatute, was to be patient,</l>
                  <l>Whether my lady joyfull were or wroth,</l>
                  <l>For words glad or heauy, diligent,</l>
                  <l>Wheder that ſhe me helden lefe or loth:</l>
                  <l>And hereupon I put was to mine oth,</l>
                  <l>Her for to ſerue, and lowly to obey,</l>
                  <l>In ſhewing her my chere ye xx. ſith aday.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Eight ſtatute to my remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>Was to ſpeaken and pray my lady dere,</l>
                  <l>With hourely labour &amp; great entendaunce,</l>
                  <l>Me for to loue with all her hert entere,</l>
                  <l>And me deſire and make me joyfull chere,</l>
                  <l>Right as ſhe is ſurmouning euery faire,</l>
                  <l>Of beauty well and gentle debonaire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
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                  <l>The Ninth ſtatute, with letters writ of gold,</l>
                  <l>This was the ſentence how that I and all,</l>
                  <l>Should euer dread to be to ouerbold</l>
                  <l>Her to diſpleaſe, and truely ſo I ſhall,</l>
                  <l>But ben content for thing that may fall,</l>
                  <l>And meekely take her chaſtiſement, and yerd,</l>
                  <l>And to offend her euer ben aferd.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Tenth ſtatute, was egally to diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cerne,</l>
                  <l>Betwene the lady and thine ability,</l>
                  <l>And thinke thy ſelfe art neuer like to yerne,</l>
                  <l>By right her mercy nor her equity,</l>
                  <l>But of her grace and womanly pity:</l>
                  <l>For though thy ſelfe be noble in thy ſtrene,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand fold more noble is thy quene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thy liues lady, and thy ſoueraine,</l>
                  <l>That hath thine hert al hole in gouernaunce,</l>
                  <l>Thou mayeſt no wiſe it taken to diſdaine,</l>
                  <l>To put thee humbly at her ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>And giue her free the reine of her Pleſaunce,</l>
                  <l>* For liberty is thyng that women looke,</l>
                  <l>And truly els the matter is a crooke.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xi. ſtatute, thy ſignes for to know</l>
                  <l>With eye and finger, and with ſmiles ſoft,</l>
                  <l>And low to couch, and alway for to ſhow,</l>
                  <l>For drede of ſpies, for to winken oft:</l>
                  <l>And ſecretly to bring up a ſigh aloft,</l>
                  <l>* But ſtill beware of ouermuch reſort,</l>
                  <l>For that parauenture ſpilleth all thy ſport.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xii. ſtatute remember to obſerue:</l>
                  <l>For all the paine thou haſt for loue and wo,</l>
                  <l>All is too lite her mercy to deſerue,</l>
                  <l>Thou muſten think, whereuer thou ride or go:</l>
                  <l>And mortall wounds ſuffer thou alſo,</l>
                  <l>All for her ſake, and thinke it well beſette</l>
                  <l>Vpon thy loue, for it may not be bette.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xiii. ſtatute, whylome is to thinke,</l>
                  <l>What thing may beſt thy lady like &amp; pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>And in thine herts bottome let it ſinke:</l>
                  <l>Some thing deuiſe, &amp; take for it thine eaſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſend it her, that may her hert appeaſe:</l>
                  <l>Some hert, or ring, or letter, or deuice,</l>
                  <l>Or precious ſtone, but ſpare not for no price.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xiiii. ſtatute eke thou ſhalt aſſay,</l>
                  <l>Formely to keepe the moſt part of thy life:</l>
                  <l>Wiſh y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thy Lady in thine armes lay,</l>
                  <l>And nightly dreme, thou haſt thy nights herts wife,</l>
                  <l>Sweetly in armes, ſtrayning her as blife:</l>
                  <l>And when thou ſeeſt it is but fantaſie,</l>
                  <l>See that thou ſing not ouer merely.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For too much joy hath oft a wofull end,</l>
                  <l>It longeth eke this ſtatute for to hold,</l>
                  <l>To deme thy lady euermore thy friend,</l>
                  <l>And thinke thy ſelfe in no wiſe a cokold.</l>
                  <l>In euery thing ſhe doth but as ſhe ſhould:</l>
                  <l>* Conſtrue the beſt, beleeue no tales new,</l>
                  <l>For many a lye is told, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſeemeth full trew.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But think that ſhe, ſo bounteous &amp; faire,</l>
                  <l>Coud not be falſe: imagine this algate,</l>
                  <l>And think y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> tonges wicked would her appair,</l>
                  <l>Sclandering her name &amp; worſhipfull eſtate,</l>
                  <l>And louers true to ſetten at debate:</l>
                  <l>And though thou ſeeſt a faut right at thine eye,</l>
                  <l>Excuſe it bliue, and gloſe it pretily.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xv. ſtatute, vſe to ſwere and ſtare,</l>
                  <l>And counterfeit a leſing hardely,</l>
                  <l>To ſaue thy ladies honour euery where,</l>
                  <l>And put thy ſelfe for her to fight boldely:</l>
                  <l>Say ſhe is good, vertuous, and ghoſtly,</l>
                  <l>Clere of entent, &amp; heart, yea, thought &amp; will,</l>
                  <l>And argue not for reaſon ne for ſkill.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Againe thy ladies pleaſure ne entent:</l>
                  <l>For loue will not be countrepleted indede:</l>
                  <l>* Say as ſhe ſaith, then ſhalt thou not be ſhent,</l>
                  <l>The Crow is white, ye truly ſo I rede:</l>
                  <l>And aye w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thing that ſhe thee will forbede,</l>
                  <l>Eſchew all that, and giue her ſoueraintee,</l>
                  <l>Her appetite follow in all degree.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xvi. ſtatute keepe it if thou may,</l>
                  <l>* Seuen ſith at night thy lady for to pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſeuen at midnight, ſeuen at morrow day,</l>
                  <l>And drinke a caudle earely for thine eaſe.</l>
                  <l>Do this, and keep thine head from all diſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>And win the garland here of louers all,</l>
                  <l>That euer came in court, or euer ſhall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Full few, think I, this ſtatute hold &amp; keep:</l>
                  <l>But truely this my reaſon giueth me fele,</l>
                  <l>That ſome louers ſhould rather fall aſleepe,</l>
                  <l>Than take on hand to pleaſe ſo oft and wele.</l>
                  <l>There lay none oth to this ſtatute adele,</l>
                  <l>But keep who might, as gaue him his corage</l>
                  <l>Now get this garland luſty folke of age:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now win who may ye luſty folke of youth,</l>
                  <l>This garland freſh, of floures red and white,</l>
                  <l>Purple and blew, and colours fell vncouth,</l>
                  <l>And I ſhall croune him king of all delite,</l>
                  <l>In all the court there was not to my ſight</l>
                  <l>A louer true, that he ne was adrede,</l>
                  <l>When he expreſſe hath heard the ſtatute rede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xvii. ſtatute, when age approcheth on,</l>
                  <l>And luſt is laied, and all the fire is queint,</l>
                  <l>As freſhly then thou ſhalt begin to fonne</l>
                  <l>And dote in loue, and all her image paint</l>
                  <l>In thy remembraunce, till thou begin to faint,</l>
                  <l>As in the firſt ſeaſon thine hert began:</l>
                  <l>And her deſire, though thou ne may ne can.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Performe thy liuing actuell, and luſt,</l>
                  <l>Regeſter this in thine remembraunce: ruſt,</l>
                  <l>Eke when thou maiſt not keep thy thing from</l>
                  <l>Yet ſpeake and talke of pleaſaunt daliaunce,</l>
                  <l>For y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhall make thine hert rejoice &amp; daunce,</l>
                  <l>* And when thou maiſt no more y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> game aſſay,</l>
                  <l>The ſtatute bid thee pray for them that may.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xviii. ſtatute, holy to commend,</l>
                  <l>To pleaſe thy lady, is that thou eſchew</l>
                  <l>With ſluttiſhneſſe thy ſelfe for to offend,</l>
                  <l>Be jollife, freſh, and fete, with things new,</l>
                  <l>
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Courtly with manner, this is all thy due,</l>
                  <l>* Gentill of port, and louing cleanlineſſe,</l>
                  <l>This is the thing, that liketh thy maiſtreſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And not to wander liche a dulled Aſſe,</l>
                  <l>Ragged and torne, diſguiſed in array,</l>
                  <l>Ribaud in ſpeech, or out of meaſure paſſe,</l>
                  <l>Thy bound exceeding, thinke on this alway:</l>
                  <l>* For women been of tender hearts aye,</l>
                  <l>And lightly ſet their pleaſure in a place,</l>
                  <l>When they miſthinke, they lightly let it paſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xix. ſtatute, meat and drinke forgete:</l>
                  <l>Ech other day, ſee that thou faſt for loue,</l>
                  <l>* For in the court, they liue withouten mete,</l>
                  <l>Saue ſuch as cometh from Venus all aboue,</l>
                  <l>They take none hede, in pain of great reproue</l>
                  <l>Of meat and drinke, for that is all in vaine,</l>
                  <l>Onely they liue by ſight of their ſoueraine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The xx. ſtatute, laſt of euerychone,</l>
                  <l>Enroll it in thyne herts priuitee:</l>
                  <l>To wring &amp; waile, to turne, &amp; ſigh &amp; grone,</l>
                  <l>When that thy lady abſent is from thee,</l>
                  <l>And eke renew the words all that ſhe</l>
                  <l>Between you twain hath ſaid, &amp; all the chere</l>
                  <l>That thee hath made, thy liues lady dere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſee thine hert in quiet, ne in reſt</l>
                  <l>Sojourne, till time thou ſeene thy Lady eft,</l>
                  <l>But where ſhe won, by ſouth, or eaſt, or weſt,</l>
                  <l>With all thy force, now ſee it be not left:</l>
                  <l>Be diligent, till time thy life be reft,</l>
                  <l>In that thou mayeſt, thy lady for to ſee,</l>
                  <l>This ſtatute was of old antiquitee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>An officer of high authority,</l>
                  <l>Cleped Rigour, made vs to ſwere anone:</l>
                  <l>He nas corrupt with partiality,</l>
                  <l>Fauour, prayer, ne gold that clerely ſhone:</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhall (qd. he) now ſweren here echone,</l>
                  <l>Yong and old, to kepe in that they may</l>
                  <l>The ſtatutes truly, all after this day.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O God thought I, hard is to make this oth:</l>
                  <l>But to my power ſhall I them obſerue,</l>
                  <l>In all this world nas matter halfe ſo loth</l>
                  <l>To ſweare for all: for though my body ſterue,</l>
                  <l>I have no might them hole to obſerue.</l>
                  <l>But herken now, the caſe how it befell,</l>
                  <l>After my oth was made, the troth to tell,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I tourned leaues, looking on this booke,</l>
                  <l>Where other ſtatutes were of women ſhene,</l>
                  <l>And right forthwith Rigour on me gan looke</l>
                  <l>Full angerly, and ſayed vnto the queene</l>
                  <l>I traitour was, and charged me let been,</l>
                  <l>There may no man (qd. he) the ſtarute know,</l>
                  <l>That long to women, hie degree ne low.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In ſecret wiſe they kepten been full cloſe,</l>
                  <l>They ſoune echone to liberty, my friend,</l>
                  <l>Pleaſaunt they be, &amp; to their owne purpoſe,</l>
                  <l>There wote no wight of them, but God and
fiend,</l>
                  <l>Ne naught ſhall wit, vnto the worlds end.</l>
                  <l>The queen hath yeue me charge in pain to die</l>
                  <l>Neuer to rede ne ſeene them with myne eie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For men ſhall not ſo nere of counſaile bene</l>
                  <l>With womanhood, ne knowen of her guiſe,</l>
                  <l>Ne w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they think, ne of their wit then giue,</l>
                  <l>I me report to Salomon the wiſe,</l>
                  <l>And mighty Sampſon, which beguiled thriſe</l>
                  <l>With Dalida was, he wote that in a throw,</l>
                  <l>There may no man ſtatute of women know.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For it perauenture may right ſo befall,</l>
                  <l>That they be bound by nature to deceiue,</l>
                  <l>And ſpinne, &amp; weep, and ſugre ſtrew on gall,</l>
                  <l>The hert of man to rauiſh and to reiue,</l>
                  <l>And whet their tongue as ſharp as ſwerde or gleue,</l>
                  <l>It may betide, this is their ordinance,</l>
                  <l>So muſt they lowly doen their obſeruaunce,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And keepe the ſtatute yeuen them of kind,</l>
                  <l>Of ſuch as loue hath yeue hem in their life.</l>
                  <l>* Men may not wete why turneth euery wind,</l>
                  <l>Nor waxen wiſe, nor been inquiſitife</l>
                  <l>To know ſecret of maid, widow, or wife,</l>
                  <l>For theytheir ſtatutes haue to them reſerued,</l>
                  <l>And neuer man to know them hath deſerued.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now dreſſe you forth, the God of loue you guide</l>
                  <l>(Qd. Rigour then) &amp; ſeek the temple bright</l>
                  <l>Of Cithera, goddeſſe here beſide,</l>
                  <l>Beſeech her by influence and might</l>
                  <l>Of all her vertue, you to teach aright,</l>
                  <l>How for to ſerue your ladies, and to pleaſe</l>
                  <l>Ye that been ſped, and ſet your hert in eaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ye that ben vnpurueyed, pray her eke</l>
                  <l>Comfort you ſoone with grace and deſtiny,</l>
                  <l>That ye may ſet your hert there ye may like,</l>
                  <l>In ſuch a place, that it to loue may be</l>
                  <l>Honour and worſhip, and felicity</l>
                  <l>To you for aye, now goeth by one aſſent.</l>
                  <l>Graunt mercy ſir (qd. we) and forth we went,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Deuoutly ſoft and eaſie pace to ſee</l>
                  <l>Venus the goddeſſe Image all of gold:</l>
                  <l>And there we found a thouſand on their knee,</l>
                  <l>Some freſh and faire, ſome deadly to behold,</l>
                  <l>In ſundry Mantils new, and ſome were old,</l>
                  <l>Some painted were with flames red as fire,</l>
                  <l>Outward to ſhew their inward hote deſire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With dolefull chere, ful fell in their com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>plaint,</l>
                  <l>Cried Lady Venus, rew vpon our ſore,</l>
                  <l>Receiue our bils, with teares all bedreint,</l>
                  <l>We may not weepe, there is no more in ſtore</l>
                  <l>But wo and pain, vs fretteth more and
more:</l>
                  <l>Thou bliſſeful Planet, louers ſterre ſo ſhene,</l>
                  <l>Haue routh on vs, that ſigh &amp; carefull bene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And puniſh Lady, greuouſly we pray,</l>
                  <l>The falſe vntrue, with counterfeit plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce:</l>
                  <l>That made their oth, be true to liue or dey,</l>
                  <l>With chere aſſured, &amp; with countenaunce:</l>
                  <l>And falſely now they footen loues daunce,</l>
                  <l>
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Barraine of routh, vntrue of that they ſaied,</l>
                  <l>Now that their luſt and pleaſure is alaied.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet eft againe a thouſand million</l>
                  <l>Rejoycing loue, leading their life in bliſſe,</l>
                  <l>They ſayd Venus, redreſſe of all diuiſion,</l>
                  <l>Goddeſſe eternell, thy name Ihired is:</l>
                  <l>By loues bond is knit all thing iwis,</l>
                  <l>Beaſt vnto beaſt, the yearth to water wan,</l>
                  <l>Bird vnto bird, and woman vnto man.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This is the life of joy that we been in,</l>
                  <l>Reſembling life of heauenly paradiſe,</l>
                  <l>* Loue is exiler aye of vice and ſinne,</l>
                  <l>Loue maketh herts luſty to deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>Honour and grace, haue they in euery wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That been to loues law obedient,</l>
                  <l>Loue maketh folke benigne and diligent,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Aye ſtering them to drede vice and ſhame:</l>
                  <l>In their degree, it maketh them honourable,</l>
                  <l>And ſweet it is of loue to beare the name,</l>
                  <l>So that his loue be faithfull, true, and ſtable:</l>
                  <l>Loue pruneth him, to ſemen amiable,</l>
                  <l>Loue hath no faut, there it is ererciſed,</l>
                  <l>But ſole with them y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> have all loue diſpiſed.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Honour to thee celeſtiall and clere</l>
                  <l>Goddeſſe of Loue, and to thy celſitude,</l>
                  <l>That yeueſt vs light ſo fer doun from thy ſpere,</l>
                  <l>Piercing our hearts with thy pulcritude,</l>
                  <l>Compariſon none of ſimilitude</l>
                  <l>May to thy grace be made in no degree,</l>
                  <l>That haſt vs ſet with Loue in vnitie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Great cauſe haue we to praiſe thy name &amp; thee,</l>
                  <l>For thorough thee we liue in joy and bliſſe.</l>
                  <l>Bleſſed be thou, moſt ſoueraine to ſee,</l>
                  <l>Thy holy court of gladneſſe may not miſſe:</l>
                  <l>* A thouſand ſith we may rejoyce in this,</l>
                  <l>That we ben thine with hert and all yfere,</l>
                  <l>Enflamed with thy grace, and heauenly fere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Muſing of tho that ſpaken in this wiſe,</l>
                  <l>I me bethought in my remembraunce</l>
                  <l>Mine orizon right goodly to deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>And pleaſauntly with herts obeiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Beſeech the goddeſſe voiden my greuaunce,</l>
                  <l>For I loued eke, ſaufe y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I wiſt not where,</l>
                  <l>Yet downe I ſet and ſayd as ye ſhall here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Faireſt of all, that euer were or bee,</l>
                  <l>Licour and light, to penſife creature,</l>
                  <l>Mine hole affiaunce, and my lady free,</l>
                  <l>My goddeſſe bright, my fortune and my vre,</l>
                  <l>I yeue and yeeld my hert to thee full ſure,</l>
                  <l>Humbly beſeeching lady of thy grace</l>
                  <l>Me to beſtow now in ſome bleſſed place.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And here I vow me, faithful, true, and kind,</l>
                  <l>Without offence of mutabilitie,</l>
                  <l>Humbly to ſerue, while I haue wit and mind,</l>
                  <l>Mine hole affiaunce, and my lady free,</l>
                  <l>In thilke place, there ye me ſigne to be:</l>
                  <l>And ſith this thing of new is yeue me aye</l>
                  <l>To loue and ſerue, needly muſt I obey.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Be merciable with thy fire of grace,</l>
                  <l>And fix mine hert, there beauty is and routh:</l>
                  <l>For hote I loue, determine in no place,</l>
                  <l>Saufe onely this, by God and by my trouth</l>
                  <l>Troubled I was, with ſlumber, ſlepe, &amp; ſlouth</l>
                  <l>This other night, and in a viſioun</l>
                  <l>I ſee a woman romen vp and doun,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of meane ſtature, and ſemely to behold,</l>
                  <l>Luſtie and freſh, demure of countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>Yong &amp; well ſhape, with hair ſhone as gold,</l>
                  <l>With eyen as criſtal, ferced with pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe gan ſtirre mine hert a lite to daunce:</l>
                  <l>But ſuddainly ſhe vaniſh gan right there,</l>
                  <l>Thus I may ſay, I loue and wote not where.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For what ſhe is, ne her dwelling I not,</l>
                  <l>And yet I fele that loue diſtreineth me:</l>
                  <l>Might iche her know, her would I faine God wot</l>
                  <l>Serue and obey with all benignitie,</l>
                  <l>And if that other be my deſtinie,</l>
                  <l>So that no wiſe I ſhall her neuer ſee,</l>
                  <l>Then graunt me her that beſt may liken me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With glad rejoyce to liue in parfite hele,</l>
                  <l>Deuoid of wrath, repent or variaunce:</l>
                  <l>And able me to doe that may be wele</l>
                  <l>Vnto my lady, with herts hie pleaſaunce:</l>
                  <l>And mighty goddes through thy purueiaunce</l>
                  <l>My wit, my thoght, my luſt &amp; loue ſo guide,</l>
                  <l>That to thine honor I may me prouide</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To ſet mine hert in place there I may like,</l>
                  <l>And gladly ſerue with all affection,</l>
                  <l>Great is the paine, which at mine heart doth ſticke,</l>
                  <l>Till I be ſped by thine election:</l>
                  <l>Helpe Lady goddeſſe, that poſſeſſion</l>
                  <l>I might of her haue, that in all my life</l>
                  <l>I clepen ſhall my quene, and hearts wife.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And in the court of Loue to dwell for aye</l>
                  <l>My will it is, and done thee Sacrifice:</l>
                  <l>Daily with Diane eke to fight and fraye,</l>
                  <l>And holden werre, as might will me ſuffice:</l>
                  <l>That goddeſſe chaſt, I keepen in no wiſe</l>
                  <l>To ſerue, a Figge for all her chaſtity,</l>
                  <l>Her law is for Religiouſity.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And thus gan finiſh prayer, laud, &amp; preice,</l>
                  <l>Which that I youe to Venus on my knee,</l>
                  <l>And in mine hert to ponder and to peice,</l>
                  <l>I gan anone her Image freſh beautie:</l>
                  <l>Heile to that figure ſweet, and heile to thee</l>
                  <l>Cupide (qd. I) and roſe and yede my wey,</l>
                  <l>And in the temple as I yede, I ſey</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A ſhrine ſurmounting, all in ſtones rich,</l>
                  <l>Of which y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> force was pleaſaunce to mine ey,</l>
                  <l>With Diamond or Saphire, neuer liche</l>
                  <l>I haue none ſeene, ne wrought ſo wonderly:</l>
                  <l>So when I met with Philobone in hie,</l>
                  <l>I gan demaund, who is this ſepulture,</l>
                  <l>Forſooth (qd. ſhe) a tender creature</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Is ſhrined there, and Pity is her name,</l>
                  <l>She ſaw an Egle wreke him on a flie,</l>
                  <l>
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And pluck his wing, &amp; eke him in his game,</l>
                  <l>And tender hert of that hath made her die:</l>
                  <l>Eke ſhe would weep &amp; mourn right pitouſly</l>
                  <l>To ſeene a louer ſi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ffer great diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>In all the court nas none, as I do geſſe,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That coud a louer halfe ſo well auaile,</l>
                  <l>Ne of his wo the torment or the rage</l>
                  <l>Asken, for he was ſure withouten faile,</l>
                  <l>That of his greef ſhe coud the heat aſſuage.</l>
                  <l>In ſteed of Pity, ſpeedeth hote courage</l>
                  <l>The matters all of court, now ſhe is dead,</l>
                  <l>I me report in this to womanhead.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For weil and weep, and cry, &amp; ſpeak, &amp; pray,</l>
                  <l>Women would not haue pity on thy plaint,</l>
                  <l>Ne by that mean, to eaſe thine hert conuay,</l>
                  <l>But thee receiuen for their owne talent:</l>
                  <l>And ſay that Pity cauſeth thee in conſent</l>
                  <l>Of reuth to take thy ſeruice and thy paine,</l>
                  <l>In that thou maiſt, to pleaſe thy ſoueraine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But this is counſaile, keepe it ſecretly,</l>
                  <l>(Qd. ſhe) I nolde for all the world about,</l>
                  <l>The queene of Loue it wiſt, and wite ye why,</l>
                  <l>For if by me this matter ſpringen out,</l>
                  <l>In court no lenger ſhould I out of dout</l>
                  <l>Dwellen, but ſhame in all my life endry,</l>
                  <l>Now keepe it cloſe (qd. ſhe) this hardely.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Well, all is well, now ſhall ye ſeen ſhe ſaid</l>
                  <l>The faireſt lady vnder Sunne that is:</l>
                  <l>Come on with me, demean you lich a maid,</l>
                  <l>With ſhamefaſt drede, for ye ſhall ſpeak ywis</l>
                  <l>With her that is the mirrour joy and bliſſe:</l>
                  <l>But ſomewhat ſtrange &amp; ſad of her demean</l>
                  <l>She is, beware your countenaunce be ſeen</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Nor ouer light, ne recheleſſe, ne too bold,</l>
                  <l>Ne malapert, ne renning with your tong,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe will you obeiſen and behold,</l>
                  <l>And you demand why ye were hence ſo long</l>
                  <l>Out of this court, without reſort among:</l>
                  <l>And Roſiall her name is hote aright,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe heart as yet is yeuen to no wight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ye alſo been, as I vnderſtond,</l>
                  <l>With loue but light auanced, by your word,</l>
                  <l>Might ye by hap your freedom maken bond,</l>
                  <l>And fall in grace with her, and wele accord,</l>
                  <l>Well might ye thank y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> God of Loue &amp; lord,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe that ye ſaw in your dreame appere,</l>
                  <l>To loue ſuch one, what are they then the nere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yet wote ye what, as my remembraunce</l>
                  <l>Me yeueth now, ye faine where that ye ſay,</l>
                  <l>That ye with loue had neuer acquaintaunce,</l>
                  <l>Saue in your dream riȝt late this other day:</l>
                  <l>Why yes parde, my life that durſt I lay,</l>
                  <l>That ye were caught vpon an heath, when I</l>
                  <l>Saw you complain, and ſigh full pitouſly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Within an herber, and a gardein faire</l>
                  <l>Where flowers grow, and herbes vertuous,</l>
                  <l>Of which the ſauour ſwete was and the aire,</l>
                  <l>There were your ſelf full hote and amorous:</l>
                  <l>Iwis ye been too nice and daungerous,</l>
                  <l>I would ye now repent, and loue ſome new,</l>
                  <l>Nay by my troth, I ſaid I neuer knew</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The goodly wight, whoſe I ſhal be for aye:</l>
                  <l>Guide me the lord, that loue hath made &amp; me.</l>
                  <l>But forth we went into a chamber gay,</l>
                  <l>There was Roſiall, womanly to ſee,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe ſtreames, ſotell piercing of her eye,</l>
                  <l>Mine hert gan thrill for beauty in the ſtound,</l>
                  <l>Alas (qd. I) who hath me yeue this wound.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And then I drede to ſpeake, till at the laſt</l>
                  <l>I grete the lady reuerently and wele,</l>
                  <l>When that my ſigh was gone and ouerpaſt,</l>
                  <l>Then doun on keens ful humbly gan I knele,</l>
                  <l>Beſeeching her my feruent wo to kele,</l>
                  <l>For there I tooke full purpoſe in my mind</l>
                  <l>Vnto her grace, my painfull hert to bind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For if I ſhall all fully her diſcriue,</l>
                  <l>Her head was round, by compaſſe of nature,</l>
                  <l>Her haire as gold, ſhe paſſed all on liue,</l>
                  <l>And Lilly forehed had this creature,</l>
                  <l>With liueliche browes, flawe of colour pure,</l>
                  <l>Betwene y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> which was meane diſceueraunce</l>
                  <l>From euery brow, to ſhew a due diſtaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Her noſe directed ſtreight, and euen as line,</l>
                  <l>With forme and ſhape thereto conuenient,</l>
                  <l>In which the goddes milk white path doth ſhine,</l>
                  <l>And eke her eyen ben bright &amp; orient,</l>
                  <l>As is the Smaragde, vnto my judgement,</l>
                  <l>Or yet theſe ſterres heauenly ſmall &amp; bright,</l>
                  <l>Her viſage is of louely rede and white.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Her mouth is ſhort, and ſhit in little ſpace,</l>
                  <l>Flaming ſomedeale, not ouer redde I mean,</l>
                  <l>With pregnant lips, &amp; thick to kiſſe percace,</l>
                  <l>* For lippes thinne not fat, but euer lene,</l>
                  <l>They ſerue of nauȝt, they be not worth a bean,</l>
                  <l>For if the baſſe been full, there is delite,</l>
                  <l>Maximian truly thus doth he write.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But to my purpoſe, I ſay white as ſnow</l>
                  <l>Been all her teeth, and in order they ſtond</l>
                  <l>Of one ſtature, and eke her breath I trow</l>
                  <l>Surmounteth all odours that euer I found</l>
                  <l>In ſweetneſſe, and her body, face, and hond</l>
                  <l>Been ſharpely ſlender, ſo that from the head</l>
                  <l>Vnto the foot, all is but womanhead.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I hold my peace, of other things hidde,</l>
                  <l>Here ſhall my ſoule, and not my tong bewray,</l>
                  <l>But how ſhe was arraied, if ye me bidde,</l>
                  <l>That ſhall I well diſcouer you and ſay,</l>
                  <l>A bend of gold and ſilke, full freſh and gay,</l>
                  <l>With her intreſſe, broudered full wele,</l>
                  <l>Right ſmoothly kept, and ſhining euerydele.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>About her necke a flower of freſh deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>With Rubies ſet, that luſty were to ſene,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe in goun was light and ſummer wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Shapen full wele, the colour was of grene,</l>
                  <l>With aureat ſent about her ſides clene,</l>
                  <l>
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With diuers ſtones, precious and rich,</l>
                  <l>Thus was ſhe rayed, yet ſaw I neuer her lich.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For if that Ioue had but this lady ſeine,</l>
                  <l>Tho Calixto ne yet Alemenia,</l>
                  <l>They neuer hadden in his armes leine,</l>
                  <l>Ne he had loued the faire Euroſa,</l>
                  <l>Ye ne yet Dane ne Antiopa,</l>
                  <l>For all their beauty ſtood in Roſiall,</l>
                  <l>She ſeemed lich a thing celeſtiall.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In bounty, fauour, port, and ſeemelineſſe,</l>
                  <l>Pleaſaunt of figure, mirrour of delite,</l>
                  <l>Gracious to ſeene, and root of all gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>With angell viſage, iuſty redde and white:</l>
                  <l>There was not lack, ſaufe daunger had alite</l>
                  <l>This goodly freſh in rule and gouernaunce,</l>
                  <l>And ſomdele ſtrange ſhe was for her plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And truly ſone I took my leaue and went,</l>
                  <l>When ſhe had me enquired what I was,</l>
                  <l>For more and more impreſſen gan the dent</l>
                  <l>Of loues dart, while I beheld her face,</l>
                  <l>And eft againe I come to ſeeken grace,</l>
                  <l>And vp I put my bill, with ſentence clere,</l>
                  <l>That followeth after, rede and ye ſhall here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O ye freſh, of beauty the root,</l>
                  <l>That nature hath formed ſo wele and made</l>
                  <l>Princes and quene, and ye y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may do boot</l>
                  <l>Of all my langour with your words glad,</l>
                  <l>Ye wounded me, ye made me wo beſtad,</l>
                  <l>Of grace redreſſe my mortall greefe, as ye</l>
                  <l>Of all my harme the very cauſer be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now am I caught, and vnware ſuddainly</l>
                  <l>With perſaunt ſtreames of your eye ſo clere,</l>
                  <l>Subject to been, and ſeruen you mekely,</l>
                  <l>And all your man, iwis my lady dere,</l>
                  <l>Abiding grace, of which I you require,</l>
                  <l>That mercileſſe ye cauſe me not to ſterue,</l>
                  <l>But guerdon me, liche as I may deſerue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For by my troth, all the days of my breath</l>
                  <l>I am and will be your in will and hert,</l>
                  <l>Patient and meeke, for you to ſuffer death</l>
                  <l>If it require, now rue vpon my ſmart,</l>
                  <l>And this I ſwere, I neuer ſhall out ſtart</l>
                  <l>From loues court for none aduerſitie,</l>
                  <l>So ye would rue on my diſtreſſe and me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My deſteny, my fate, and houre I bliſſe,</l>
                  <l>That haue me ſet to been obedient</l>
                  <l>Onely to you, the floure of all iwis,</l>
                  <l>I truſt to Venus neuer to repent,</l>
                  <l>For euer redy, glad, and diligent,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhall me find in ſeruice to your grace,</l>
                  <l>Till death my life out of my body race.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Humble vnto your excellence ſo digne,</l>
                  <l>Enforcing aye my wits and delite</l>
                  <l>To ſerue and pleaſe with glad hert and be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nigne,</l>
                  <l>And been as Troylus Troyes knight,</l>
                  <l>Or Antonie for Cleopatre bright,</l>
                  <l>And neuer you me thinkes to renay,</l>
                  <l>This ſhall I keepe vnto mine ending day.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Enprint my ſpeech in your memoriall</l>
                  <l>Sadly my princes, ſalue of all my ſore,</l>
                  <l>And think, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> for I would becommen thrall,</l>
                  <l>And been your owne, as I haue ſayd before,</l>
                  <l>Ye muſt of pity cheriſh more and more</l>
                  <l>Your man, and tender after his deſert,</l>
                  <l>And giue him courage for to been expert.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For where y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> one hath ſet his hert on fire,</l>
                  <l>And findeth neither refute ne pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Ne word of comfort, death will quite his hire,</l>
                  <l>Alas that there is none allegeaunce</l>
                  <l>* Of all their wo, alas the great greuaunce</l>
                  <l>To loue vnloued, but ye my lady dere,</l>
                  <l>In other wiſe may gouerne this matere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Truly gramercy friend of your good will,</l>
                  <l>And of your profer in your humble wiſe,</l>
                  <l>But for your ſeruice, take and keep it ſtill,</l>
                  <l>And where ye ſay, I ought you well to che<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſe,</l>
                  <l>And of your greefe the remedy deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>I know not why: I nam acquainted well</l>
                  <l>With you, ne wot not ſothly where ye dwell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In art of loue I write, and ſongs make,</l>
                  <l>That may be ſong in honour of the king</l>
                  <l>And quene of Loue, and then I vndertake,</l>
                  <l>He that is ſadde, ſhall then tull merry ſing,</l>
                  <l>And daungerous not ben in euery thing</l>
                  <l>Beſeech I you, but ſeene my will and rede,</l>
                  <l>And let your anſwere put me out of drede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>What is your name, rehearſe it here I pray,</l>
                  <l>Of whence and where, of what condition</l>
                  <l>That ye been of, let ſee come off and ſay,</l>
                  <l>Faine would I know your diſpoſition</l>
                  <l>Ye haue put on your old entention,</l>
                  <l>But what ye meane, to ſerue me I ne wote,</l>
                  <l>Saufe that ye ſay ye loue me wonder hote.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My name, alas, my hert why makes thou ſtraunge,</l>
                  <l>Philogenet I calld am fer &amp; nere,</l>
                  <l>Of Cambrige clerk, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> neuer think to chaunge</l>
                  <l>Fro you y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> with your heuenly ſtremes clere</l>
                  <l>Rauiſh mine hert and ghoſt, and all infere,</l>
                  <l>Since at the firſt I write my bill for grace,</l>
                  <l>Me thinke I ſee ſome mercy in your face.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I mene, by gods y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> al hath wrought,</l>
                  <l>My bill now maketh ſmall mention,</l>
                  <l>That ye been lady in mine inward thought</l>
                  <l>Of all mine hert withouten offencion,</l>
                  <l>That I beſt loue, and ſith I begon</l>
                  <l>To draw to court, lo then what might I ſay,</l>
                  <l>I yeeld me here vnto your nobley.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And if that I offend, or wilfully</l>
                  <l>By pompe of hert your precept diſobay,</l>
                  <l>Or done againe your will unskilfully,</l>
                  <l>Or greuen you for earneſt or for play,</l>
                  <l>Correct ye me right ſharply then I pray,</l>
                  <l>As it is ſeene vnto your womanhede,</l>
                  <l>And rew on me, or els I nam but dede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Nay God forbede to feſſe you ſo with grace,</l>
                  <l>And for a word of ſugred eloquence,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="588" facs="tcp:51487:314"/>
To haue compaſſion in ſo little ſpace,</l>
                  <l>Then were it time y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſome of vs were hens,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhall not find in me ſuch inſolence:</l>
                  <l>* Eye what is this, may ye not ſuffre ſight,</l>
                  <l>How may ye looke vpon the candle light?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That clerer is and hotter than mine eie,</l>
                  <l>And yet ye ſayd the beames perſe and frete,</l>
                  <l>How ſhall ye then the candle light endrie,</l>
                  <l>For well wote ye, that hath the ſharper hete,</l>
                  <l>And there ye bid me, you correct and bete,</l>
                  <l>If ye offend, nay that may not be done,</l>
                  <l>There come but few, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſpeden here ſo ſone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* Withdraw your eie, withdraw from pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſens eke:</l>
                  <l>Hurt not your ſelfe, through foly with a look,</l>
                  <l>I would be ſorry ſo to make you ſicke,</l>
                  <l>A woman ſhould beware eke whom ſhe took:</l>
                  <l>Ye beth a clerke, go ſerchen well my book,</l>
                  <l>If any women ben ſo light to winne,</l>
                  <l>Nay bide a while, tho ye were all my kinne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So ſone ye may not win mine hert in truth,</l>
                  <l>The guiſe of court will ſeen your ſtedfaſtneſſe:</l>
                  <l>And as you done to haue vpon you reuth,</l>
                  <l>Your owne deſert, and lowly gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>That will reward you joy for heauineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And tho ye waxen pale, and grene and dede,</l>
                  <l>Ye muſt it vſe a while withouten drede,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And it accept and grutchen in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>But where as ye me heartely deſire</l>
                  <l>To lene to loue, me thinke ye be not wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Ceaſe of your language, ceaſe I you require,</l>
                  <l>For he that hath this twenty yeare ben here,</l>
                  <l>May not obtaine, then maruaile I that ye</l>
                  <l>Be now ſo bold of loue to treat with me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ah mercy hert, my lady and my loue,</l>
                  <l>My rightwiſe princeſſe and my liues guide,</l>
                  <l>Now may I plain to Venus all aboue,</l>
                  <l>That ruthleſſe ye me gaue this wound ſo wide:</l>
                  <l>What haue I done, why may it not betide,</l>
                  <l>That for my trouth I may receiued be?</l>
                  <l>Alas then, your daunger and your cruelte.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* In wofull houre I got was, welaway,</l>
                  <l>In wofull houre foſtred and ifedde,</l>
                  <l>In wofull houre iborne, that I ne may</l>
                  <l>My ſupplication ſweetly haue I ſpedde,</l>
                  <l>The froſty graue and cold muſt be my bedde,</l>
                  <l>Without ye liſt your grace &amp; mercy ſhewe,</l>
                  <l>Death with his axe ſo faſt on me doth hewe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So great diſeaſe and in ſo littell while,</l>
                  <l>So littel joy that felte I neuer yet,</l>
                  <l>And at my wo Fortune ginneth to ſmile,</l>
                  <l>That neuer earſt I felt ſo harde a fit:</l>
                  <l>Confounden ben my ſpirites and my wit,</l>
                  <l>Till that my lady take me to her cure,</l>
                  <l>Which I loue beſte of erthly creature.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But that I like, that may I not come by,</l>
                  <l>Of that I plain, that haue I habondaunce,</l>
                  <l>Sorrow &amp; thought they ſit me wonder nie,</l>
                  <l>Me is withhold that might be my pleaſance:</l>
                  <l>Yet turne againe my worldly ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>O lady bright, and ſaufe your faithfull true,</l>
                  <l>And or I die yet ones vpon me rewe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With that I fell in ſound &amp; dede as ſtone,</l>
                  <l>With colour ſlaine and wanne as aſſhe pale,</l>
                  <l>And by the hand ſhe caught me vp anon.</l>
                  <l>* Ariſe (qd. ſhe) what haue ye dronken dwale,</l>
                  <l>Why ſlepen ye it is no nitertale:</l>
                  <l>Now mercy ſweete (qd. I) iwis affraied:</l>
                  <l>What thing (qd. ſhe) hath made you ſo diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>maied.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now wote I well that ye a louer be,</l>
                  <l>Your hew is witneſſe in this thing, ſhe ſaid:</l>
                  <l>If ye were ſecret, ye might know (qd. ſhe)</l>
                  <l>Curteiſe and kind, all this ſhuld be alaid:</l>
                  <l>And now mine hert, al that I haue miſſaid,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall amend and ſet your hert in eaſe.</l>
                  <l>That word it is (qd. I) that doth me pleaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But this I charge, y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ye the ſtents keepe,</l>
                  <l>And breke them not for ſlouth nor ignoraunce.</l>
                  <l>With that ſhe gan to ſmile &amp; laughen depe,</l>
                  <l>Iwis (qd. I) I will do your pleaſaunce:</l>
                  <l>The xvi. ſtatute doth me great greuaunce,</l>
                  <l>But ye muſt that releaſſe or modifie.</l>
                  <l>I graunt (qd. ſhe) and ſo I will truly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſoftly then her colour gan appere,</l>
                  <l>As Roſe ſo red throughout her viſage all,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore me thinke it is accordyng here,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe of right be cleped Roſiall:</l>
                  <l>Thus haue I won with words great and ſmall</l>
                  <l>Some goodly worde of her, that I loue beſt,</l>
                  <l>And truſt ſhe ſhall yet ſette mine hert in reſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>GOth on, ſhe ſaid to Philobone, and take</l>
                  <l>This man with you, &amp; lede him all about</l>
                  <l>Within the court, and ſhewe him for my sake</l>
                  <l>What louers dwell within, and all the rout</l>
                  <l>Of officers him ſhew, for he is out of dout</l>
                  <l>A ſtraunger yet: come on (qd. Philobone)</l>
                  <l>Philogenet with me now muſt ye gon.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſtalkyng ſoft with eaſie pace, I ſaw,</l>
                  <l>About the kyng ſtonden all enuiron,</l>
                  <l>Attendaunce, Diligence, and their felow</l>
                  <l>Fortherer, Aſperaunce, and many one,</l>
                  <l>Dred to offend, there ſtood, and not alone,</l>
                  <l>For there was eke the cruell aduerſair,</l>
                  <l>The louers foe that cleped is Diſpair.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Which vnto me ſpake angrely and fell,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, my lady me diſſeiue ne ſhall:</l>
                  <l>Troweſt thou (qd. ſhe) that all y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> ſhe did tell,</l>
                  <l>Is true, nay nay, but vnder hony gall,</l>
                  <l>Thy birth and hers they be nothing egall:</l>
                  <l>Caſt of thine hert, for all her words white,</l>
                  <l>For in good faith ſhe loueth thee but alite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And eke remembre thine habilite,</l>
                  <l>May not compare with her, this well thou
wot:</l>
                  <l>Ye then came Hope &amp; ſaid, my frend let be,</l>
                  <l>Beleue him not: Diſpaire he ginneth dote,</l>
                  <l>Alas (qd. I) here is both cold and hote:</l>
                  <l>
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The one me biddeth loue, the toder nay,</l>
                  <l>Thus wote I not what me is beſt to ſay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But well wote I, my lady graunted me,</l>
                  <l>Truly to be my woundes remedie,</l>
                  <l>Her gentilneſſe may not infected be</l>
                  <l>With doubleneſſe, thus truſt I till I die,</l>
                  <l>So caſt I to voide diſpaires company,</l>
                  <l>And taken hope to councel and to friend.</l>
                  <l>Yea keep that well (qd. Philobone) in mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And there beſide within a bay window,</l>
                  <l>Stod one in grene ful large of bread &amp; length,</l>
                  <l>His beard as black as fethers of the Crow,</l>
                  <l>His name was luſt of wonder might &amp; ſtrength,</l>
                  <l>And with Delite to argue there he think'th,</l>
                  <l>For this was all his opinion,</l>
                  <l>That loue was ſinne: and ſo he hath begon</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To reaſon faſt, and ledge auctoritie:</l>
                  <l>* Nay (qd. Delite) loue is a vertue clere,</l>
                  <l>And from the ſoule his progreſſe holdeth he:</l>
                  <l>Blind apetite of luſt doth often ſtere,</l>
                  <l>And y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> is ſinne: for reaſon lacketh there,</l>
                  <l>* For thou doſt think thy neighbours wife to win:</l>
                  <l>Yet thinke it well that loue may not be ſinne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For God, and ſeint, they loue right verely,</l>
                  <l>Void of all ſinne and viſe this know I well,</l>
                  <l>* Affection of fleſh is ſinne truly,</l>
                  <l>But verray loue is vertue as I fele,</l>
                  <l>For loue may thy freill deſire ackele:</l>
                  <l>For verray loue is loue, withouten ſinne:</l>
                  <l>Now ſtint (qd. Luſt) thou ſpekeſt not worth a pinne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And there I left them in their arguing,</l>
                  <l>Roming ferther in the caſtell wide,</l>
                  <l>And in a corner Lier ſtode talking,</l>
                  <l>Of leſings faſt, with Flatery there beſide,</l>
                  <l>* He ſaid that woman weare attire of pride,</l>
                  <l>And men were found of nature variaunt,</l>
                  <l>And could be falſe &amp; ſhewen beaw ſemblaunt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Than flatery beſpake and ſaid, ywis</l>
                  <l>See ſo ſhe goth on patens faire and fete,</l>
                  <l>It doth right well: what prety man is this,</l>
                  <l>That rometh here, now truly drink ne mete</l>
                  <l>Nede I not haue, mine hert for joy doth bete</l>
                  <l>Him to behold, ſo is he goodly freſh:</l>
                  <l>It ſemeth for loue his hert is tender &amp; neſh.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This is the court of luſty folke and glad,</l>
                  <l>And well becommeth their abite and array,</l>
                  <l>O why be ſome ſo ſory and ſo ſad,</l>
                  <l>Complaining thus in blacke &amp; white &amp; gray,</l>
                  <l>Freres they ben, and Monkes in good fay:</l>
                  <l>Alas for routh great dole it is to ſeene,</l>
                  <l>To ſee them thus bewaile and ſory been.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>See how they cry &amp; wring their hands white,</l>
                  <l>For they ſo ſone went to religion,</l>
                  <l>And eke the Nonnes with vayle and wimple plight,</l>
                  <l>Their thought is, they ben in confuſion:</l>
                  <l>Alas they ſain we fain perfection,</l>
                  <l>In clothes wide and lacke our libertie,</l>
                  <l>But all the ſinne mote on our frends be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For Venus wote, we wold as faine as ye,</l>
                  <l>That bene attyred here and welbeſene,</l>
                  <l>Deſiren man and ſoue in our degre,</l>
                  <l>Ferm and faithful right as wold the quene:</l>
                  <l>Our frends wick in tender youth and grene,</l>
                  <l>Ayenſt our will made vs religious,</l>
                  <l>That is the cauſe we mourn &amp; wa<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>len thus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then ſaid the Monk and Freres in the tide,</l>
                  <l>Wel may we curſe our Abbes and our place,</l>
                  <l>Our ſtatutes ſharpe to ſing in copes wide,</l>
                  <l>Chaſtely to keepe vs out of loues grace,</l>
                  <l>And neuer to fele comfort ne ſolace:</l>
                  <l>Yet ſuffre we the heate of loues fire,</l>
                  <l>And after that ſome other haply we deſire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>O Fortune curſed, why now &amp; wherefore</l>
                  <l>Haſt thou, they ſaid, berafte vs libertie,</l>
                  <l>Sithe nature yaue vs inſtrument in ſtore,</l>
                  <l>And appetite to loue and louers be?</l>
                  <l>Why mote we ſuffer ſoch aduerſite,</l>
                  <l>Diane to ſerue, and Venus to refuſe,</l>
                  <l>Ful often ſithe this matters doth vs muſe?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>We ſerue and honour ſore ayenſt our will,</l>
                  <l>Of chaſtite the goddes and the queene,</l>
                  <l>Vs leefer were with Venus biden ſtill,</l>
                  <l>And haue reward for loue and ſoget bene</l>
                  <l>Vnto theſe women courtly, freſh, and ſhene,</l>
                  <l>Fortune we curſe thy wheele of variance,</l>
                  <l>There we were well thou reuiſt our pleſance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus leaue I them with voice of plaint and care,</l>
                  <l>In raging wo crying full petouſly,</l>
                  <l>And as I yede full naked and full bare,</l>
                  <l>Some I behold looking diſpitouſly,</l>
                  <l>On pouerty that dedly caſt their eye,</l>
                  <l>And welaway they cried, and were not faine,</l>
                  <l>For they ne might their glad deſire attaine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For lacke of richeſſe worldly and good,</l>
                  <l>They banne and curſe, and weep, &amp; ſain alas,</l>
                  <l>That pouerty hath vs hent y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> whilom ſtood</l>
                  <l>At herts eaſe, and free and in good caſe,</l>
                  <l>But now we dare not ſhew our ſelf in place,</l>
                  <l>Ne vs embold to dwell in company,</l>
                  <l>There as our hert wold loue right faithfully.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And yet againward ſhriked euery Nonne,</l>
                  <l>The pange of loue ſo ſtraineth them to crie:</l>
                  <l>Now wo the time (qd. they) that we be boun</l>
                  <l>This hatefull ordre niſe will done vs die,</l>
                  <l>We ſighe and ſobbe, and bleden inwardly,</l>
                  <l>Freting our ſelf w<hi rend="sup">th</hi> thoght &amp; hard complaint,</l>
                  <l>That nie for loue we waxen wood and faint.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And as I ſtood beholding here and there,</l>
                  <l>I was ware of a ſort full languiſhing,</l>
                  <l>Sauage and wild, of loking and of chere,</l>
                  <l>Their mantelles and their clothes ey tering,</l>
                  <l>And oft they were of nature complaining,</l>
                  <l>For they their members lacked, foo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> &amp; hand,</l>
                  <l>With viſage wry, and blind I vnderſtand.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>They lacked ſhape, and beauty to preferre</l>
                  <l>Themſelf in loue: and ſaid that God &amp; kind,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="590" facs="tcp:51487:315"/>
Hath forged them to worſhippen the ſterre,</l>
                  <l>Venus the bright, and leften all behind,</l>
                  <l>His other werkes clene and out of mind:</l>
                  <l>For other have their full ſhape and beauty,</l>
                  <l>And we (qd. they) been in deformity.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And nie to them there was a company,</l>
                  <l>That haue the ſuſters waried and miſſaide,</l>
                  <l>I meane the three of fatal deſtiny,</l>
                  <l>That be our workers: ſodenly abraide</l>
                  <l>Out gan they cry as they had been affraide,</l>
                  <l>We curſe (qd. they) that euer hath nature,</l>
                  <l>Iformed vs this wofull life to endure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And there eke was contrite and gan repent,</l>
                  <l>Confeſſing hole the wound that Cithere</l>
                  <l>Hath with the darte of hote deſire him ſent,</l>
                  <l>And how that he to loue muſt ſubject be,</l>
                  <l>Then held he all his skornes vanity,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid that louers held a blisful life,</l>
                  <l>Yong men &amp; old, and widow, maid &amp; wife.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Bereue me goddeſſe (qd. he) of thy might</l>
                  <l>My skornes all and skoffes, that I haue</l>
                  <l>No power for to moken any wight,</l>
                  <l>That in thy ſeruice dwell: for I did raue:</l>
                  <l>This know I well right now ſo god me ſaue,</l>
                  <l>And I ſhal be the chief poſt of thy faith,</l>
                  <l>And loue uphold, the reuers who ſo ſaith.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Diſſemble ſtode not ferre from him in troth,</l>
                  <l>With party mantil party hode and hoſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid he had vpon his lady routh,</l>
                  <l>Aud thus he wound him in, &amp; gan to gloſe</l>
                  <l>Of his entent ful double I ſuppoſe,</l>
                  <l>In all the world he ſaid he loued her wele,</l>
                  <l>But ay me thought he loued her nere a dele.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Eke ſhamfaſtneſſe was there as I tooke hede,</l>
                  <l>That bluſhed rede, and durſt nat ben aknow</l>
                  <l>She louer was, for thereof had ſhe drede,</l>
                  <l>She ſtode and hing her viſage downe alow,</l>
                  <l>But ſuch a ſight it was to ſeene I trow,</l>
                  <l>As of theſe roſes rody on their ſtalke,</l>
                  <l>There coud no wight her ſpy to ſpeak or talk.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In loues art ſo gan ſhe to abaſhe,</l>
                  <l>Ne durſt not vtter al her preuity:</l>
                  <l>Many a ſtripe and many a greuous laſhe</l>
                  <l>She gauen to them that wolden louers be,</l>
                  <l>And hindered ſore the ſimple cominalty,</l>
                  <l>That in no wiſe durſt grace &amp; mercy craue,</l>
                  <l>For were not ſhe they need but ask &amp; haue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Where if they now aprochein for to ſpeke,</l>
                  <l>Then ſhamefaſtneſſe returneth them again:</l>
                  <l>They thinke, if we our ſecrets counſel breke,</l>
                  <l>Our ladies wil haue ſcorn on vs certein,</l>
                  <l>And perauenture thinken great disdein:</l>
                  <l>Thus ſhame faſtneſſe may bringe<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> in diſpeire,</l>
                  <l>When ſhe is dede the toder will be heire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Come forth a Vaunter, now I ring thy bel,</l>
                  <l>I ſpied him ſone, to God I make a vowe,</l>
                  <l>He loked blacke as fendes doth in hell,</l>
                  <l>The firſt (qd. he) that euer I did wowe,</l>
                  <l>Within a worde ſhe come, I wotte not how,</l>
                  <l>So that in armes was my lady free,</l>
                  <l>And ſo hath ben a thouſand mo than ſhe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In England, Britain, Spain, &amp; Picardy,</l>
                  <l>Artois, and Fraunce, and vp in hie Holand,</l>
                  <l>In Burgoine, Naples, and Italy,</l>
                  <l>Nauerne, and Grece, and vp in Hethen lond</l>
                  <l>Was neuer woman yet that wold withſtond,</l>
                  <l>To ben at commaundement when I wold,</l>
                  <l>I lacked neyther ſiluer, coigne, ne gold.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And there I met with this eſtate and that,</l>
                  <l>And here I broched her, and her I trow:</l>
                  <l>Lo there goeth one of mine, &amp; wotte ye what?</l>
                  <l>You freſh attired haue I laid full lowe,</l>
                  <l>And ſoch one yonder eke right well I know:</l>
                  <l>I kept the ſtatute when we lay ifere,</l>
                  <l>And yet yon ſame hath made me right good chere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus hath a Vaunter blowen euery where,</l>
                  <l>Al that he knoweth, and more a thouſand fold</l>
                  <l>His aunceſtry of kinne was to lier,</l>
                  <l>For firſt he maketh promiſe for to hold</l>
                  <l>His ladies councel, and it not vnfold,</l>
                  <l>* Wherfore y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> ſecret when he doth vnſhitte,</l>
                  <l>Then lieth he, that all the world may witte.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For falſing ſo his promiſe and beheſt,</l>
                  <l>I wounder ſore he hath ſuch fantaſie,</l>
                  <l>He lacketh wit I trow or is a beaſt,</l>
                  <l>That can no bet himſelf with reaſon gie,</l>
                  <l>By mine aduiſe, loue ſhall be contrary</l>
                  <l>To his auaile, and him eke diſhonour,</l>
                  <l>So that in court he ſhall no more ſojour.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Take heed (qd. ſhe) this little Philobone,</l>
                  <l>Where enuy rocketh in the corner yond,</l>
                  <l>And ſitteth dirke, and ye ſhall ſee anone</l>
                  <l>His leane body, fading both face and hond,</l>
                  <l>Himſelfe he fretteth, as I vnderſtond,</l>
                  <l>Witneſſe of Ouid Methamorphoſoſe,</l>
                  <l>The louers fo he is, I will not gloſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>* For where a louer thinketh him promote,</l>
                  <l>Enuy will grutch, repining at his wele,</l>
                  <l>It ſwelleth ſore about his herts rote,</l>
                  <l>That in no wiſe he cannot liue in hele,</l>
                  <l>And if the faithful to his lady ſtele,</l>
                  <l>* Enuy will noiſe and ring it round about,</l>
                  <l>And ſey much worſe than done is out of dout.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And priuy thought rejoyſing of himſelfe,</l>
                  <l>Stood not ferre thence in abite maruellous,</l>
                  <l>Yon is (thought I) ſome ſpirit or ſome elfe,</l>
                  <l>His ſubtill Image is ſo curious:</l>
                  <l>How is (qd. I) that he is ſhaded thus</l>
                  <l>With yonder cloth, I not of what colour?</l>
                  <l>And nere I went and gan to lere and pore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And framed him a queſtion full hard,</l>
                  <l>What is (qd. I) the thing thou loueſt beſt,</l>
                  <l>Or what is bote vnto thy paines hard,</l>
                  <l>Me thinke thou liueſt here in great vnreſt,</l>
                  <l>Thou wandreſt aye from ſouth to eaſt &amp; weſt,</l>
                  <l>
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And eaſt to north as ferre as I can ſee,</l>
                  <l>There is no place in Court may holden thee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Whom followeſt thou where is thy hertiſet,</l>
                  <l>But my demaund aſoile I thee require,</l>
                  <l>Me thought (qd. he) no creature may let</l>
                  <l>Me to ben here, and where as I deſire:</l>
                  <l>For where as abſence hath done out y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> fire,</l>
                  <l>My mery thought it kindeleth yet againe,</l>
                  <l>That bodely me thinke with my ſoueraine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I ſtand &amp; ſpeake, &amp; laugh, &amp; kiſſe, and halſe:</l>
                  <l>So that my thought comforteth me ful oft,</l>
                  <l>I think god wote, though al y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> world be falſe,</l>
                  <l>I will be true, I thinke alſo how ſoft</l>
                  <l>My lady is in ſpeach, and this on loft</l>
                  <l>Bringeth min hert with joy &amp; great gladnes,</l>
                  <l>This priuy thought alayeth mine heauines.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And w<hi rend="sup">t</hi> I thinke or where to be, no man</l>
                  <l>In all this earth can tell Iwis but I:</l>
                  <l>And eke there nis no ſwalow ſwift, ne ſwan</l>
                  <l>So wight of wing, ne half ſo yerne can flie,</l>
                  <l>For I can bene and that right ſodenly,</l>
                  <l>In heuen, in hell, in Paradiſe, and here,</l>
                  <l>And with my lady when I will deſire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I am of counſell, ferre and wide I wote,</l>
                  <l>With lorde and lady, and theyr preuitie</l>
                  <l>I wotte it all, and be it colde or hote,</l>
                  <l>They ſhall not ſpeake without licence of me,</l>
                  <l>I mine in ſoch as ſeaſonable be,</l>
                  <l>For firſt the thing is thought within y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> hart,</l>
                  <l>Er any word out from the mouth aſtart.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And with y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> word Thought bad farewel and yede:</l>
                  <l>Eke forth went I to ſeene the courts guiſe,</l>
                  <l>And at the doore came in ſo God me ſpede,</l>
                  <l>Twenty courteours of age and of aſſiſe,</l>
                  <l>Liche high, and brode, and as I me aduiſe,</l>
                  <l>The golden loue, and leden loue they hight,</l>
                  <l>The tone was ſad, the toder glad and light.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Yes draw your heart with all your force &amp; might,</l>
                  <l>To luſtineſſe and benas ye haue ſeid,</l>
                  <l>And thinke that I no drope of fauour hight,</l>
                  <l>Ne neuer had vnto your deſire obeid,</l>
                  <l>Till ſodenly me thought me was affraied,</l>
                  <l>To ſeene you ware ſo dede of countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>And pite bade me done you ſome pleaſaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Out of her ſhrine ſhe roſe from death to liue,</l>
                  <l>And in mine care full priuely ſhe ſpake,</l>
                  <l>Doth not your ſeruaunt hens away to driue,</l>
                  <l>Roſial (qd. ſhe) and then mine hert it drake,</l>
                  <l>For tenderich: &amp; where I found moch lacke,</l>
                  <l>In your perſon, then I my ſelfe bethought,</l>
                  <l>And ſaide, this is the man myne hearte hath ſought.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Gramercy Pity, might I but ſuffiſe,</l>
                  <l>To yeue due laude vnto thy ſhrine of gold,</l>
                  <l>God wotte I would: for ſith y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> thou did riſe</l>
                  <l>From death to liue for me, I am behold,</l>
                  <l>To thanken you a thouſand times told,</l>
                  <l>And eke my lady Roſial the ſhene,</l>
                  <l>Which hath in comfort ſet mine hert iwene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And here I make mine proteſtacion,</l>
                  <l>And depely ſwere as mine power to bene</l>
                  <l>Faithful, deuoide of variacion,</l>
                  <l>And her forbeare in anger or in tene,</l>
                  <l>And ſeruiceable to my worldes quene,</l>
                  <l>With al my reaſon and intelligence,</l>
                  <l>To done her honour high and reuerence.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I had not ſpoke ſo ſone the worde, but ſhe,</l>
                  <l>My ſouerain, did thanke me hertely,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid abide ye ſhall dwell ſtill with me,</l>
                  <l>Till ſeaſon come of May, for then truly,</l>
                  <l>The king of loue and all his company,</l>
                  <l>Shall hold his feſte full rially and well,</l>
                  <l>And there I bode till that the ſeaſon fell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>ON May day when y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> larke began to riſe,</l>
                  <l>To Matens went the luſty Nightingale,</l>
                  <l>Within a temple ſhapen Hauthorn wiſe,</l>
                  <l>He might not ſlepe in all the nightertale,</l>
                  <l>But <hi>Domine labia</hi> gan he cry and gale,</l>
                  <l>My lippes open lord of loue I cry,</l>
                  <l>And let my mouth thy preiſing now bewry.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Egle ſang <hi>Venite</hi> bodies all,</l>
                  <l>And let vs joy to loue that is our health,</l>
                  <l>And to the deske anon they gan to fall,</l>
                  <l>And who came late he preced in by ſtealth:</l>
                  <l>Then ſayd y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Faucon our own herts wealth,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Domine Dominus noſter</hi> I wote,</l>
                  <l>Ye be the God y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> done vs brenne thus hote.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Coeli enarrant</hi> ſaid the Popingay,</l>
                  <l>Your might is told in heauen &amp; firmament,</l>
                  <l>And then came in y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> gold finch freſhe and gay,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid this Pſalme with hertily glad in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tent</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Domini eſt terra,</hi> This laten intent,</l>
                  <l>The God of loue hath yerth in gouernaunce:</l>
                  <l>And then y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Wren gan ſcippen &amp; to daunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Jube Domino</hi> O Lord of loue, I pray</l>
                  <l>Commaund me well this leſſon for to rede,</l>
                  <l>This legende is of all that woulden dey</l>
                  <l>Marters for loue, God yet the ſouls ſpede:</l>
                  <l>And to thee Venus ſing we out of drede,</l>
                  <l>By influence of all thy vertue great,</l>
                  <l>Beſechyng thee to keepe vs in our heat.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The ſecond leſſon Robin Redebreſt ſang,</l>
                  <l>Haile to the god and goddes of our lay,</l>
                  <l>And to the lectorn amorouſly he ſprong,</l>
                  <l>Haile now (qd. eke) O freſh ſeaſon of May,</l>
                  <l>Our moneth glad that ſingen on the ſpray,</l>
                  <l>Haile to the floures, rede, and white, &amp; blewe,</l>
                  <l>Which by their vertue maketh our luſt new.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The third leſſon the Turtil doue toke up,</l>
                  <l>And thereat lough the Mauis in a ſcorne,</l>
                  <l>He ſaid, O God, as mote I dine or ſuppe,</l>
                  <l>This foliſh Doue will giue us al an horne,</l>
                  <l>There ben right here a M. better borne,</l>
                  <l>To rede this leſſon, which as well as he,</l>
                  <l>And eke as hote, can loue in all degree.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Turtil doue ſaid, welcom, welcom May,</l>
                  <l>Gladſom and light to louers that ben trew:</l>
                  <l>
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I thanke thee lord of loue that doth puruey,</l>
                  <l>For me to rede this leſſon al of dewe,</l>
                  <l>For in good ſoth of corage I purſue,</l>
                  <l>To ſerue my make till death vs muſt depart,</l>
                  <l>And then <hi>Tu autem</hi> ſang he all apart.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Te deum amoris</hi> ſang the Thruſtel cocke,</l>
                  <l>Tuball himſelfe the firſt Muſician,</l>
                  <l>With key of armony coude not on locke,</l>
                  <l>So ſwete tewne as that the Thruſtel can:</l>
                  <l>The lorde of loue we prayſen (qd. he) than,</l>
                  <l>And ſo done al the foules great and lite,</l>
                  <l>Honour we May, in fals louers diſpite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Dominus regnauit</hi> ſaid the Pecocke there,</l>
                  <l>The lord of loue that mighty prince iwis,</l>
                  <l>He is receyued here and euery where:</l>
                  <l>Now <hi>Iubilate</hi> ſing: what meaneth this</l>
                  <l>Said then the Linet? welcome lord of bliſſe:</l>
                  <l>Out ſtert the Owle with <hi>Benedicite,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>What meaneth all this mery fare (qd. he.)</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Laudate</hi> ſang the Larke with voice ful ſhril,</l>
                  <l>And eke the Kight <hi>O admirabile,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>This quere wil thorow mine ears pers and thril,</l>
                  <l>But what, welcome this May ſeaſon (qd. he)</l>
                  <l>And honour to the lord of loue mote be,</l>
                  <l>That hath this feſte ſo ſolempne and ſo hie,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Amen</hi> ſaid al, and ſo ſaid eke the Pie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And forth the Cockow gan procede anon,</l>
                  <l>With <hi>Benedictus</hi> thanking God in haſt,</l>
                  <l>That in this May would viſite them echon,</l>
                  <l>And gladden them all while the feaſt ſhal laſt:</l>
                  <l>And therewithal a laughter out he braſt,</l>
                  <l>I thanke it God that I ſhuld end the ſong,</l>
                  <l>And all the Seruice which hath ben ſo long.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Thus ſang they all the ſeruice of the feſt,</l>
                  <l>And that was done right erly to my dome,</l>
                  <l>And forth goth all y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> court both moſt &amp; leſt,</l>
                  <l>To fetch y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> floures freſh, &amp; braunch &amp; blome,</l>
                  <l>And namely Hauthorn brought both page &amp; grome</l>
                  <l>W<hi rend="sup">th</hi> freſh garlants party blew &amp; white,</l>
                  <l>And then rejoyſen in their great delite.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Eke ech at other threw the floures bright,</l>
                  <l>The Primeroſe, the Violete, &amp; the gold,</l>
                  <l>So then as I beheld the royall fight,</l>
                  <l>My lady gan me ſodenly behold,</l>
                  <l>And with a trewe loue plited many a fold:</l>
                  <l>She ſmote me through y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> very heart as bliue,</l>
                  <l>And Venus yet I thanke I am aliue.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Chaucer's DREAM, never Printed before the Year 1597.
That which heretofore hath gone under the name of his Dream, is the Book of the
Dutcheſs: or the Death of Blanch, Dutcheſs of Lancaſter.</head>
               <head type="sub">This Dream, deviſed by Chaucer, ſeemeth to be a covert report of the Marriage of John of Gaunt
the King's Son, with Blanch the Daughter of Henry Duke of Lancaſter, who, after long love,
(during the time whereof the Poet feigneth them to be dead) were in the end by conſent of
Friends happily Married: figured by a Bird bringing in her Bill an Herb which reſtored them to
life again. Here alſo is ſhewed Chaucer's match with a certain Gentlewoman, who, although ſhe
was a Stranger, was notwithſtanding ſo well liked and loved of the Lady Blanch and her Lord, as
Chaucer himſelf alſo was, that gladly they concluded a Marriage between them.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>WHen Flora the queen of pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Had whole achieued thobeyſaunce</l>
                  <l>Of the freſh and new ſeaſon,</l>
                  <l>Thorow out euery region,</l>
                  <l>And with her mantle whole couert</l>
                  <l>That winter made had diſcouert,</l>
                  <l>Of auenture without light,</l>
                  <l>In May I lay vpon a night</l>
                  <l>Alone, and on my lady thought,</l>
                  <l>And how the Lord that her wrought,</l>
                  <l>Couth well entayle in Imagery</l>
                  <l>And ſhewed had great maiſtry,</l>
                  <l>When he in ſo little ſpace</l>
                  <l>Made ſuch a body and a face,</l>
                  <l>So great beauty with ſwich features</l>
                  <l>More than in other creatures.</l>
                  <l>And in my thoughts as I lay</l>
                  <l>In a lodge out of the way,</l>
                  <l>Beſide a well in a foreſt,</l>
                  <l>Where after hunting I tooke reſt,</l>
                  <l>Nature and kind ſo in me wrought,</l>
                  <l>That halfe on ſleepe they me brought,</l>
                  <l>And gan to dreame to my thinking,</l>
                  <l>With mind of knowliche like making,</l>
                  <l>For what I dreamed as me thought</l>
                  <l>I ſaw it, and I ſlept nought,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore is yet my full beleeue,</l>
                  <l>That ſome good ſpirit that eue,</l>
                  <l>By meane of ſome curious port,</l>
                  <l>Bare me, where I ſaw payne and ſport,</l>
                  <l>But whether it were I woke or ſlept,</l>
                  <l>Well wot I of, I lough and wept,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I woll in remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>Put whole the payne, and the pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Which was to me axen and hele,</l>
                  <l>Would God ye wiſt it euery dele,</l>
                  <l>Or at the leaſt, ye might o night</l>
                  <l>Of ſuch another haue a ſight,</l>
                  <l>Although it were to you a payne,</l>
                  <l>Yet on the morow ye would be fayne,</l>
                  <l>And wiſh it might long dure,</l>
                  <l>Then might ye ſay ye had good cure,</l>
                  <l>For he that dreames, and wenes he ſee,</l>
                  <l>Much the better yet may hee</l>
                  <l>Wit what, and of whom, and where,</l>
                  <l>And eke the laſſe it woll hindere,</l>
                  <l>To thinke I ſee this with mine eene,</l>
                  <l>Iwis this may not dreame kene,</l>
                  <l>
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But ſigne or ſignifiaunce,</l>
                  <l>Of haſty thing ſouning pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>For on this wiſe vpon a night,</l>
                  <l>As ye haue heard without light,</l>
                  <l>Not all wakyng, ne full on ſleepe</l>
                  <l>About ſuch houre as louers weepe.</l>
                  <l>And cry after their ladies grace,</l>
                  <l>Befell me this wonder cace,</l>
                  <l>Which ye ſhall heare and all the wiſe,</l>
                  <l>So wholly as I can deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>In playne Engliſh euill written,</l>
                  <l>For ſleepe writer well ye witten,</l>
                  <l>Excuſed is, though he do mis,</l>
                  <l>More than one that waking is,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore here of your gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>I you requyre my boiſtouſneſſe</l>
                  <l>Ye let paſſe, as thing rude</l>
                  <l>And heareth what I woll conclude,</l>
                  <l>And of the endityng taketh no heed,</l>
                  <l>Ne of the tearmes ſo God you ſpeed,</l>
                  <l>But let all paſſe as nothing were,</l>
                  <l>For thus befell, as you ſhall here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Within an yle me thought I was,</l>
                  <l>Where wall, and yate was all of glaſſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſo was cloſed round about,</l>
                  <l>That leaueleſſe none come in ne out,</l>
                  <l>Vncouth and ſtraunge to behold,</l>
                  <l>For euery yate of fine gold,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand fanes, aie turning,</l>
                  <l>Entuned had, and briddes ſinging,</l>
                  <l>Diuers, and on each fane a paire,</l>
                  <l>With open mouth again thaire,</l>
                  <l>And of a ſute were all the toures,</l>
                  <l>Subtily coruen after floures,</l>
                  <l>Of vncouth colours during aye,</l>
                  <l>That neuer been none ſeene in May,</l>
                  <l>With many a ſmall turret hie,</l>
                  <l>But man on liue could I non ſie,</l>
                  <l>Ne creatures, ſaue ladies play,</l>
                  <l>Which were ſuch of theyr array,</l>
                  <l>That as me thought of goodlihead,</l>
                  <l>They paſſeden all, and womanhead,</l>
                  <l>For to behold them daunce and ſing,</l>
                  <l>It ſeemed like none earthly thing,</l>
                  <l>Such was their vncouth countinaunce,</l>
                  <l>In euery play of right vſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And of one age euerichone,</l>
                  <l>They ſeemed all ſaue onely one,</l>
                  <l>VVhich had of yeeres ſuffiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe might neyther ſing ne daunce,</l>
                  <l>But yet her countenaunce was ſo glad,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe ſo fewe yeeres had had,</l>
                  <l>As any lady that was there</l>
                  <l>And as little it did her dere,</l>
                  <l>Of luſtines to laugh and tale</l>
                  <l>As ſhe had full ſtuffed a male</l>
                  <l>Of diſports and new playes:</l>
                  <l>Fayre had ſhe been in her daies,</l>
                  <l>And maiſtreſſe ſeemed well to be,</l>
                  <l>Of all that luſty companie,</l>
                  <l>And ſo ſhe might I you enſure</l>
                  <l>For one the conningeſt creature</l>
                  <l>She was, and ſo ſaid euerichone,</l>
                  <l>That euer her knew, there fayled none,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe was ſober, and well auiſed,</l>
                  <l>And from euery fault diſguiſed,</l>
                  <l>And nothing vſed but faith and truth,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe nas young it was great ruth,</l>
                  <l>For euery where and in ech place,</l>
                  <l>She gouerned her, that in grace</l>
                  <l>She ſtode alway with poore and riche,</l>
                  <l>That at a word was none her liche,</l>
                  <l>Ne halfe ſo able maiſtres to be,</l>
                  <l>To ſuch a luſty companie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Befell me ſo, when I auiſed</l>
                  <l>Had, the yle that me ſuffiſed,</l>
                  <l>And whole the ſtate euery where,</l>
                  <l>That in that luſty yle was there,</l>
                  <l>Which was more wonder to deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>Than the Ioieux paradiſe,</l>
                  <l>I dare well ſay, for floure ne tree,</l>
                  <l>Ne thing wherein pleaſaunce might bee,</l>
                  <l>There fayled none, for euery wight,</l>
                  <l>Had they deſired, day and night,</l>
                  <l>Riches, heale, beauty, and eaſe,</l>
                  <l>With euery thing that them might pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>Thinke and haue, it coſt no more,</l>
                  <l>In ſuch a country there before,</l>
                  <l>Had I not bene ne heard tell,</l>
                  <l>That lives creature might dwell.</l>
                  <l>And when I had thus all about,</l>
                  <l>The yle auiſed throughout,</l>
                  <l>The ſtate, and how they were arayed,</l>
                  <l>In my heart I wexe well payed,</l>
                  <l>And in my ſelfe I me aſſured,</l>
                  <l>That in my body I was well vred,</l>
                  <l>Sith I might haue ſuch a grace,</l>
                  <l>To ſee the ladies and the place,</l>
                  <l>Which were ſo faire I you enſure,</l>
                  <l>That to my dome though that nature,</l>
                  <l>Would euer ſtriue and do her paine,</l>
                  <l>She ſhould not con ne mowattaine,</l>
                  <l>The leaſt feature to amend,</l>
                  <l>Though ſhe would all her conning ſpend,</l>
                  <l>That to beauty might auaile,</l>
                  <l>It were but paine and loſt trauaile,</l>
                  <l>Such part in their natiuity,</l>
                  <l>Was them alarged of beauty,</l>
                  <l>And eke they had a thing notable,</l>
                  <l>Vnto their death, ay durable,</l>
                  <l>And was, that their beauty ſhould dure,</l>
                  <l>Which was neuer ſeene in creature,</l>
                  <l>Saue onely there (as I trow)</l>
                  <l>It hath not be wiſt ne know,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I praiſe with their conning,</l>
                  <l>That during beauty, rich thing,</l>
                  <l>Had they been of their liues certaine,</l>
                  <l>They had been quite of euery paine,</l>
                  <l>And when I wend thus all haue ſeene,</l>
                  <l>The ſtate, the riches, that might beene,</l>
                  <l>That me thought impoſſible were,</l>
                  <l>To ſee one thing more than was there,</l>
                  <l>That to beauty or glad conning,</l>
                  <l>Serue or auaile might any thing.</l>
                  <l>All ſodainly as I there ſtood,</l>
                  <l>This lady that couth ſo much good,</l>
                  <l>Vnto me came with ſmiling chere,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid <hi>Benedicite,</hi> this yere</l>
                  <l>Saw I neuer man here but you,</l>
                  <l>Tell me how ye come hider now?</l>
                  <l>
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And your name, and where ye dwell?</l>
                  <l>And whom ye ſeeke eke mote ye tell,</l>
                  <l>And how ye come be to this place,</l>
                  <l>The ſoth well told may cauſe you grace,</l>
                  <l>And els ye mote priſoner be,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the ladies here, and me,</l>
                  <l>That haue the gouernaunce of this yle:</l>
                  <l>And with that word ſhe gan to ſmile,</l>
                  <l>And ſo did all the luſty rout</l>
                  <l>Of ladies that ſtood her about.</l>
                  <l>Madame (qd. I) this night paſt,</l>
                  <l>Lodged I was and ſlept faſt,</l>
                  <l>In a foreſt beſide a well,</l>
                  <l>And now am here, how ſhould I tell,</l>
                  <l>VVot I not, by whoſe ordinance,</l>
                  <l>But onely fortunes purueiance,</l>
                  <l>VVhich puts many as I geſſe,</l>
                  <l>To trauaile, paine, and buſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And lettes nothing for their truth,</l>
                  <l>But ſome ſleeth eke, and that is ruth,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I doubt her brittilnes,</l>
                  <l>Her variance and vnſteadfaſtnes,</l>
                  <l>So that I am as yet afraid,</l>
                  <l>And of my beyng here amaid,</l>
                  <l>For wonder thing ſeemeth me,</l>
                  <l>Thus many freſh ladies to ſee,</l>
                  <l>So faire, ſo cunning, and ſo yong,</l>
                  <l>And no man dwelling them among:</l>
                  <l>Not I not how I hider come,</l>
                  <l>Madame (qd. I) this all and ſome,</l>
                  <l>What ſhould I faine a long proceſſe</l>
                  <l>To you that ſeeme ſuch a princeſſe,</l>
                  <l>What pleaſe you commaund or ſay,</l>
                  <l>Here I am you to obay,</l>
                  <l>To my power, and all fulfill,</l>
                  <l>And priſoner bide at your will,</l>
                  <l>Till you duly enformed be,</l>
                  <l>Of euery thing ye aske me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This lady there right well apaid,</l>
                  <l>Me by the hand tooke, and ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Welcome priſoner aduenturus,</l>
                  <l>Right glad am I ye haue ſaid thus,</l>
                  <l>And for ye doubt me to diſpleaſe,</l>
                  <l>I will aſſay to do you eaſe:</l>
                  <l>And with that word, ye anon,</l>
                  <l>She, and the ladies euerichon</l>
                  <l>Aſſembled, and to counſaile went,</l>
                  <l>And after that ſoone for me ſent,</l>
                  <l>And to me ſaid on this manere,</l>
                  <l>Word for word, as ye ſhall here.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To ſee you here vs thinke maruaile,</l>
                  <l>And how without bote or ſaile,</l>
                  <l>By any ſubtilty or wyle,</l>
                  <l>Ye get haue entre in this yle,</l>
                  <l>But not for that, yet ſhall ye ſee,</l>
                  <l>That we gentill women bee,</l>
                  <l>Loth to diſpleaſe any wight,</l>
                  <l>Notwithſtanding our great right,</l>
                  <l>And for ye ſhall well vnderſtond</l>
                  <l>The old cuſtome of this lond,</l>
                  <l>Which hath continued many yere,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhall well wete that with vs here</l>
                  <l>Ye may not bide, for cauſes twaine,</l>
                  <l>Which we be purpoſed you to ſaine.</l>
                  <l>Thone is this, our ordinance,</l>
                  <l>Which is of long continuance,</l>
                  <l>Woll not, ſothly we you tell,</l>
                  <l>That no man here among vs dwell,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore ye mote needs retourne,</l>
                  <l>In no wiſe may you here ſojourne.</l>
                  <l>Thother is eke, that our Queene</l>
                  <l>Out of the Realme, as ye may ſeene,</l>
                  <l>Is, and may be to vs a charge,</l>
                  <l>If we let you goe here at large,</l>
                  <l>For which cauſe the more we doubt,</l>
                  <l>To doe a fault while ſhe is out,</l>
                  <l>Or ſuffer that may be noyſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Againe our old accuſtomaunce.</l>
                  <l>And when I had theſe cauſes twaine</l>
                  <l>Heard, O God what a paine</l>
                  <l>All ſodainly about mine hart,</l>
                  <l>There came at ones and how ſmart,</l>
                  <l>In creeping ſoft as who ſhould ſteale,</l>
                  <l>Or doe me robbe of all mine heale,</l>
                  <l>And made me in my thought ſo fraid,</l>
                  <l>That in courage I ſtode diſmaid.</l>
                  <l>And ſtanding thus, as was my grace,</l>
                  <l>A Lady came more than apace,</l>
                  <l>With huge preaſe her about,</l>
                  <l>And told how the Queene without</l>
                  <l>Was ariued and would come in,</l>
                  <l>Well were they that thider might twin,</l>
                  <l>They hied ſo they would not abide,</l>
                  <l>The bridling their horſe to ride,</l>
                  <l>By fiue, by ſixe, by two, by three,</l>
                  <l>There was not one abode with me,</l>
                  <l>The queene to meet euerichone,</l>
                  <l>They went, and bode with me not one,</l>
                  <l>And I after a ſoft paſe,</l>
                  <l>Imagining how to purchaſe</l>
                  <l>Grace of the Queene, there to bide,</l>
                  <l>Till good fortune ſome happy guide</l>
                  <l>Me ſend might, that would me bring</l>
                  <l>Where I was borne to my wonning,</l>
                  <l>For way ne foot knew I none,</l>
                  <l>Ne witherward I niſt to gone,</l>
                  <l>For all was ſea about the yle,</l>
                  <l>No wonder though me liſt not ſmile,</l>
                  <l>Seeing the caſe vncouth and ſtraunge,</l>
                  <l>And ſo in like a perilous chaunge,</l>
                  <l>Imagining thus walking alone,</l>
                  <l>I ſaw the Ladies euerichone,</l>
                  <l>So that I might ſomwhat offer,</l>
                  <l>Sone after that I drew me nere,</l>
                  <l>And tho I was ware of the Queene,</l>
                  <l>And how the Ladies on their kneene,</l>
                  <l>With joyous words, gladly aduiſed,</l>
                  <l>Her welcomed ſo that it ſuffiſed,</l>
                  <l>Though ſhe princes hole had be,</l>
                  <l>Of all enuironed is with ſee:</l>
                  <l>And thus auiſing, with chere ſad,</l>
                  <l>All ſodainly I was glad,</l>
                  <l>That greater joy as mote I thriue,</l>
                  <l>I trow had neuer man on liue,</l>
                  <l>Than I tho, ne heart more light,</l>
                  <l>When of my Lady I had ſight,</l>
                  <l>Which with the queene come was there,</l>
                  <l>And in one clothing both they were,</l>
                  <l>A knight alſo there well beſeene,</l>
                  <l>I ſaw that come was with the queene,</l>
                  <l>
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Of whome the Ladies of that yle</l>
                  <l>Had huge wonder long while,</l>
                  <l>Till at the laſt right ſoberly,</l>
                  <l>The queene her ſelfe full cunningly,</l>
                  <l>With ſoft words in good wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Said to the Ladies young and niſe,</l>
                  <l>My ſiſters how it hath befall,</l>
                  <l>I trow ye know it one and all,</l>
                  <l>That of long time here haue I beene,</l>
                  <l>Within this yle biding as queene,</l>
                  <l>Liuing at eaſe, that neuer wight</l>
                  <l>More parfit joy haue ne might,</l>
                  <l>And to you been of gouernance,</l>
                  <l>Such as you found in whole pleaſance,</l>
                  <l>In euery thing as ye know,</l>
                  <l>After our cuſtome and our low,</l>
                  <l>Which how they firſt found were,</l>
                  <l>I trow ye wote all the manere,</l>
                  <l>And who queene is of this yle,</l>
                  <l>As I haue been long while,</l>
                  <l>Ech ſeuen yeeres not of vſage,</l>
                  <l>Viſit the heauenly armitage,</l>
                  <l>Which on a rocke ſo high ſtonds,</l>
                  <l>In ſtrange ſea out from all londs,</l>
                  <l>That to make the pilgrimage</l>
                  <l>Is called a long perillous viage,</l>
                  <l>For if the wind be not good frend,</l>
                  <l>The journey dures to the end</l>
                  <l>Of him that it vndertakes,</l>
                  <l>Of twenty thouſand one not ſcapes,</l>
                  <l>Vpon which Rock growth a tree,</l>
                  <l>That certaine yeeres beares apples three,</l>
                  <l>VVhich three apples who may haue,</l>
                  <l>Been from all diſpleaſaunce ſaue,</l>
                  <l>That in the ſeuen yeere may fall,</l>
                  <l>This wote you well one and all,</l>
                  <l>For the firſt apple and the bext,</l>
                  <l>Which growth vnto you next,</l>
                  <l>Hath three vertues notable,</l>
                  <l>And keepeth youth aie durable,</l>
                  <l>Beauty and looke, euer in one,</l>
                  <l>And is the beſt in euerichone.</l>
                  <l>The ſecond apple red and grene,</l>
                  <l>Onely with lookes of your yene,</l>
                  <l>You nouriſhes in pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Better than Partidge or Feſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And feeds euery liues wight</l>
                  <l>Pleaſantly with the ſight.</l>
                  <l>The third apple of the three,</l>
                  <l>Which groweth loweſt on the tree,</l>
                  <l>Who it beares may not faile</l>
                  <l>That to his pleaſaunce may auaile,</l>
                  <l>So your pleaſure and beauty rich,</l>
                  <l>Your during youth euer liche,</l>
                  <l>Your truth, your cunning, and your weale,</l>
                  <l>Hath aye floured, and your good heale,</l>
                  <l>Without ſicknes or diſpleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Or thing that to you was noyſaunce,</l>
                  <l>So that you haue as goddeſſes,</l>
                  <l>Liued aboue all princeſſes:</l>
                  <l>Now is befall as ye may ſee,</l>
                  <l>To gather theſe ſaid apples three,</l>
                  <l>I haue not failed againe the day,</l>
                  <l>Thitherward to take the way,</l>
                  <l>Wening to ſpeed as I had oft,</l>
                  <l>But when I come, I find aloft</l>
                  <l>My ſiſter which that here ſtands,</l>
                  <l>Hauing thoſe apples in her hands,</l>
                  <l>Auiſing them and nothing ſaid,</l>
                  <l>But looked as ſhe were well paid:</l>
                  <l>And as I ſtood her to behold,</l>
                  <l>Thinking how my joyes were cold,</l>
                  <l>Sith I thoſe apples haue ne might,</l>
                  <l>Euen with that ſo came this knight,</l>
                  <l>And in his armes of me aware,</l>
                  <l>Me tooke, and to his ſhip me bare,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, though him I neuer had ſeen,</l>
                  <l>Yet had I long his lady been,</l>
                  <l>VVherefore I ſhould with him wend,</l>
                  <l>And he would to his liues end</l>
                  <l>My ſeruant be, and gan to ſing</l>
                  <l>As one that had wonne a rich thing,</l>
                  <l>Tho were my ſpirits fro me gone,</l>
                  <l>So ſodainly euerichone,</l>
                  <l>That in me appeared but death,</l>
                  <l>For I felt neither life ne breath,</l>
                  <l>Ne good ne harme none I knew,</l>
                  <l>The ſodaine paine me was ſo new,</l>
                  <l>That had not the haſty grace be</l>
                  <l>Of this lady, that fro the tree</l>
                  <l>Of her gentilneſſe ſo hied</l>
                  <l>Me to comfort, I had died,</l>
                  <l>And of her three apples, one</l>
                  <l>In mine hand there put anone,</l>
                  <l>VVhich brought againe mind and breath,</l>
                  <l>And me recouered from the death,</l>
                  <l>VVherefore to her ſo am I hold,</l>
                  <l>That for her all things do I wold,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe was lech of all my ſmart,</l>
                  <l>And from great paine ſo quite mine hart,</l>
                  <l>And as God wote, Right as ye heare,</l>
                  <l>Me to comfort with friendly cheare,</l>
                  <l>She did her proweſſe and her might,</l>
                  <l>And truly eke ſo did this knight,</l>
                  <l>In that he couth, and oft ſaid,</l>
                  <l>That of my wo he was ill paid,</l>
                  <l>And curſed the ſhip that them there brought,</l>
                  <l>The maſt, the maſter that it wrought,</l>
                  <l>And as ech thing mote haue an end,</l>
                  <l>My ſiſter here your brother frend,</l>
                  <l>Con with her words ſo womanly</l>
                  <l>This knight entreat, and conningly,</l>
                  <l>For mine honour and his alſo,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid that with her we ſhould go</l>
                  <l>Both in her ſhip, where ſhe was brought,</l>
                  <l>VVhich was ſo wonderfully wrought,</l>
                  <l>So cleane, ſo rich, and ſo araid,</l>
                  <l>That we were both content and paid,</l>
                  <l>And me to comfort and to pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>And mine heart to put at eaſe,</l>
                  <l>She toke great paine in little while,</l>
                  <l>And thus hath brought vs to this yle,</l>
                  <l>As ye may ſee, wherfore echone,</l>
                  <l>I pray you thanke her one and one,</l>
                  <l>As heartily as ye can deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>Or imagine in any wiſe,</l>
                  <l>At once there tho men might ſeen</l>
                  <l>A world of Ladies fall on kneen</l>
                  <l>Before my Lady that there about</l>
                  <l>VVas left none ſtanding in the rout,</l>
                  <l>But altogither they went at ones</l>
                  <l>To kneele, they ſpared not for the ſtones,</l>
                  <l>
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Ne for eſtate, ne for their blood,</l>
                  <l>Well ſhewed there they couth much good,</l>
                  <l>For to my Lady they made ſuch feaſt,</l>
                  <l>With ſuch words, that the leaſt,</l>
                  <l>So friendly and ſo faithfully</l>
                  <l>Said was, and ſo cunningly,</l>
                  <l>That wonder was ſeing their youth,</l>
                  <l>To here the language they couth,</l>
                  <l>And wholly how they gouerned were,</l>
                  <l>In thanking of my Lady there,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid by will and maundement,</l>
                  <l>They were at her commaundement,</l>
                  <l>Which was to me as great a joy,</l>
                  <l>As winning of the towne of Troy</l>
                  <l>Was to the hardy Greekes ſtrong,</l>
                  <l>When they it wan with ſlege long,</l>
                  <l>To ſee my Lady in ſuch a place,</l>
                  <l>So receiued as ſhe was,</l>
                  <l>And when they talked had a while</l>
                  <l>Of this and that, and of the yle,</l>
                  <l>My lady, and the ladies there,</l>
                  <l>Altogither as they were,</l>
                  <l>The Queene her ſelfe began to play,</l>
                  <l>And to the aged lady ſay:</l>
                  <l>Now ſeemeth you not good it were,</l>
                  <l>Sith we be altogither here,</l>
                  <l>To ordaine and deuiſe the beſt,</l>
                  <l>To ſet this knight and me at reſt,</l>
                  <l>For woman is a feble wight,</l>
                  <l>To rere a warre againſt a knight,</l>
                  <l>And ſith he here is in this place,</l>
                  <l>At my lift, danger, or grace,</l>
                  <l>It were to me great vi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
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                     </gap>any,</l>
                  <l>To d<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
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                     </gap> him any tiranny,</l>
                  <l>But faine I would, now will ye here,</l>
                  <l>In his owne country that he were,</l>
                  <l>And I in peace, and he at eaſe,</l>
                  <l>This were a way vs both to pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>If it might be, I you beſeech,</l>
                  <l>With him hereof you fall in ſpeech.</l>
                  <l>This lady tho began to ſmile,</l>
                  <l>Auiſing her a little while,</l>
                  <l>And with glad chere ſhe ſaid anone,</l>
                  <l>Madam I will vnto him gone,</l>
                  <l>And with him ſpeake, and of him fele</l>
                  <l>What he deſires euery dele:</l>
                  <l>And ſoberly this lady tho,</l>
                  <l>Her ſelfe and other ladies two</l>
                  <l>She tooke with her, and with ſad chere,</l>
                  <l>Said to the knight on this manere,</l>
                  <l>Sir, the princes of this yle,</l>
                  <l>Whom for your pleaſance many mile,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſought haue, as I vnderſtond,</l>
                  <l>Till at the laſt ye haue her fond,</l>
                  <l>Me ſent hath here, and ladies twaine,</l>
                  <l>To heare all thing that ye ſaine,</l>
                  <l>And for what cauſe ye haue her ſought,</l>
                  <l>Faine would ſhe wote, &amp; whol your thouȝt,</l>
                  <l>And why you do her all this wo,</l>
                  <l>And for what cauſe you be her ſo,</l>
                  <l>And why of euery wight vnware,</l>
                  <l>By force ye to your ſhip her bare,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe ſo nigh was agone,</l>
                  <l>That mind ne ſpeech had ſhe none,</l>
                  <l>But as a painfull creature,</l>
                  <l>Dying, abode her aduenture,</l>
                  <l>That her to ſee indure that paine,</l>
                  <l>Here weell ſay vnto you plaine,</l>
                  <l>Right on your ſelfe ye did amiſſe,</l>
                  <l>Seing how ſhe a princes is.</l>
                  <l>This knight the which cowth his good,</l>
                  <l>Right of his truth meued his blood,</l>
                  <l>That pale he woxe as any lead,</l>
                  <l>And lookt as he would be dead,</l>
                  <l>Blood was there none in nother cheke,</l>
                  <l>Worldleſſe he was and ſemed ſicke,</l>
                  <l>And ſo it proued well he was,</l>
                  <l>For without mouing any paas,</l>
                  <l>All ſodainely as thing dying,</l>
                  <l>He fell at once downe ſowning,</l>
                  <l>That for his wo, this lady fraid,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the queene her hyed and ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Cometh on anon as haue you bliſſe,</l>
                  <l>But ye be wiſe, thing is amiſſe,</l>
                  <l>This knight is dead or will be ſoone,</l>
                  <l>Lo where he lyeth in a ſwoone,</l>
                  <l>Without word, or anſwering</l>
                  <l>To that I haue ſaid, any thing:</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I doubt, that the blame,</l>
                  <l>Might be hindering to your name,</l>
                  <l>Which floured hath ſo many yere,</l>
                  <l>So long, that for nothing here,</l>
                  <l>I would in no wiſe he dyed,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore good were that ye hyed,</l>
                  <l>His life to ſaue at the leaſt,</l>
                  <l>And after that his wo be ceaſt,</l>
                  <l>Commaund him void, or dwell,</l>
                  <l>For in no wiſe dare I more mell</l>
                  <l>Of thing wherein ſuch perill is,</l>
                  <l>As like is now to fall of this.</l>
                  <l>This queene right tho full of great feare,</l>
                  <l>With all the ladies preſent there,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the knight came where he lay,</l>
                  <l>And made a Lady to him ſay:</l>
                  <l>Lo here the queene, awake for ſhame,</l>
                  <l>What will you doe, is this good game?</l>
                  <l>Why lye you here, what is your mind?</l>
                  <l>Now is well ſeene your wit is blind,</l>
                  <l>To ſee ſo many Ladies here,</l>
                  <l>And ye to make none other chere,</l>
                  <l>But as ye ſet them all at nought,</l>
                  <l>Ariſe, for his loue that you bought:</l>
                  <l>But what ſhe ſaid, a word not one</l>
                  <l>He ſpake, ne anſwere gaue her none.</l>
                  <l>The Queene of very pitty tho,</l>
                  <l>Her worſhip, and his like alſo,</l>
                  <l>To ſaue there ſhe did her paine,</l>
                  <l>And quoke for feare, and gan to ſaine:</l>
                  <l>For woe alas what ſhall I doe,</l>
                  <l>What ſhall I ſay this man vnto,</l>
                  <l>If he die here, loſt is my name,</l>
                  <l>Now ſhal I play this perillous game?</l>
                  <l>If any thing be here amiſſe,</l>
                  <l>It ſhall be ſaid, it rigour is,</l>
                  <l>Whereby my name impayre might,</l>
                  <l>And like to die eke is this knight:</l>
                  <l>And with that word her band ſhe laid</l>
                  <l>Vpon his breſt, and to him ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Awake my knight, lo it am I</l>
                  <l>That to you ſpeake, now tell me why</l>
                  <l>Ye fare thus, and this paine endure,</l>
                  <l>Seing ye be in country ſure,</l>
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Among ſuch friends that would you heale,</l>
                  <l>Your hearts eaſe eke and your weale,</l>
                  <l>And if I wiſt what you might eaſe,</l>
                  <l>Or know the thing that you might pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>I you enſure it ſhould not faile,</l>
                  <l>That to your heale you might auaile:</l>
                  <l>Wherefore with all my heart I pray</l>
                  <l>Ye riſe, and let vs talke and play,</l>
                  <l>And ſee how many Ladies here,</l>
                  <l>Be comen for to make good chere.</l>
                  <l>All was for nought, for ſtill as ſtone</l>
                  <l>He lay, and word ſpoke none,</l>
                  <l>Long while was or he might braid,</l>
                  <l>And of all that the Queene had ſaid,</l>
                  <l>He wiſt no word but at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>Mercy twiſe he cried faſt,</l>
                  <l>That pitty was his voice to heare,</l>
                  <l>Or to behold his painefull cheare,</l>
                  <l>Which was not fained well was to ſein,</l>
                  <l>Both by his viſage and his eyn,</l>
                  <l>Which on the queene at once he caſt,</l>
                  <l>And ſighed as he would to braſt,</l>
                  <l>And after that he ſhright ſo,</l>
                  <l>That wonder was to ſee his wo,</l>
                  <l>For ſith that paine was firſt named,</l>
                  <l>Was neuer more wofull paine attained,</l>
                  <l>For with voice dead he gan to plaine,</l>
                  <l>And to himſelfe theſe words ſaine,</l>
                  <l>I wofull wight full of malure,</l>
                  <l>Am worſe than dead, and yet dure,</l>
                  <l>Maugre any paine or death,</l>
                  <l>Againſt my will I fell my breath:</l>
                  <l>Why nam I dead ſith I ne ſerue,</l>
                  <l>And ſith my Lady will me ſterue,</l>
                  <l>Where art thou death art thou agaſt,</l>
                  <l>Well ſhall we meete yet at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>Though thou thee hide it is for nought,</l>
                  <l>For where thou dwelſt thou ſhalt be ſought,</l>
                  <l>Maugre thy ſubtill double face,</l>
                  <l>Here will I die right in this place,</l>
                  <l>To thy diſhonour and mine eaſe,</l>
                  <l>Thy manner is no wight to pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>What needs thee ſith I thee ſeche,</l>
                  <l>So thee to hide my paine to eche,</l>
                  <l>And well woſt thou I will not liue,</l>
                  <l>Who would me all this world here giue,</l>
                  <l>For I haue with my cowardiſe,</l>
                  <l>Loſt joy, and heale, and my ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>And made my ſoueraigne Lady ſo,</l>
                  <l>That while ſhe liues I trow my fo</l>
                  <l>She will be euer to her end,</l>
                  <l>Thus haue I neither joy ne frend,</l>
                  <l>Wote I not whether haſt or ſloth,</l>
                  <l>Hath cauſed this now by my troth,</l>
                  <l>For at the hermitage full hie,</l>
                  <l>When I her ſaw firſt with mine iye,</l>
                  <l>I hied till I was aloft,</l>
                  <l>And made my pace ſmall and ſoft,</l>
                  <l>Till in mine armes I had her faſt,</l>
                  <l>And to my ſhip bare at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>Whereof ſhe was diſpleaſed ſo,</l>
                  <l>That endleſſe there ſeemed her wo,</l>
                  <l>And I thereof had ſo great fere,</l>
                  <l>That me repent that I come there,</l>
                  <l>Which haſt I trow gan her diſpleaſe,</l>
                  <l>And is the cauſe of my diſeaſe:</l>
                  <l>And with that word he gan to cry,</l>
                  <l>Now death, death, twy or thry,</l>
                  <l>And motred wot I not what of ſlouth.</l>
                  <l>And euen with that the Queene of routh,</l>
                  <l>Him in her armes tooke and ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Now mine owne knight be not euill apaid,</l>
                  <l>That I a lady to you ſent,</l>
                  <l>To haue knowledge of your entent,</l>
                  <l>For in good faith I meant but well,</l>
                  <l>And would ye wiſt it euery dele,</l>
                  <l>Nor will not do to you ywis,</l>
                  <l>And with that word ſhe gan him kiſſe,</l>
                  <l>And prayed him riſe, and ſaid ſhe would</l>
                  <l>His welfare by her truth, and told</l>
                  <l>Him how ſhe was for his diſeaſe</l>
                  <l>Right ſory, and faine would him pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>His life to ſaue: theſe words tho,</l>
                  <l>She ſaid to him and many mo,</l>
                  <l>In comforting for from the paine,</l>
                  <l>She would he were deliuered faine,</l>
                  <l>The knight tho vp caſt his een,</l>
                  <l>And when he ſaw it was the queen,</l>
                  <l>That to him had theſe words ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Right in his wo he gan to braid,</l>
                  <l>And him vp dreſſes for to knele,</l>
                  <l>The queene auſſing wonder wele:</l>
                  <l>But as he roſe he ouerthrew,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore the queene, yet eft anew</l>
                  <l>Him in her armes anon tooke,</l>
                  <l>And pitiouſly gan on him looke,</l>
                  <l>But for all that nothing ſhe ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Ne ſpake not like ſhe were well paid,</l>
                  <l>Ne no chere made, nor ſad, ne light,</l>
                  <l>But all in one to euery wight,</l>
                  <l>There was ſeene, conning, with eſtate,</l>
                  <l>In her without noiſe or debate,</l>
                  <l>For ſaue onely a looke piteous,</l>
                  <l>Of womanhead vndiſpiteous,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe ſhowed in countenance,</l>
                  <l>For ſeemed her heart from obeiſance,</l>
                  <l>And not for that ſhe did her reine,</l>
                  <l>Him to recure from the peine,</l>
                  <l>And his heart to put at large,</l>
                  <l>For her entent was to his barge</l>
                  <l>Him to bring againſt the eue,</l>
                  <l>With certaine ladies and take leue,</l>
                  <l>And pray him of his gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>To ſuffer her thenceforth in peace,</l>
                  <l>As other Princes had before,</l>
                  <l>And from thence forth for euermore,</l>
                  <l>She would him worſhip in all wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That gentilneſſe might deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>And paine her wholly to fulfill,</l>
                  <l>In honour, his pleaſure and will.</l>
                  <l>And during thus this knights wo,</l>
                  <l>Preſent the queene and other mo,</l>
                  <l>My lady and many another wight,</l>
                  <l>Ten thouſand ſhips at a ſight,</l>
                  <l>I ſaw come ouer the wawy flood,</l>
                  <l>With ſaile and ore, that as I ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
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                  <l>Them to behold, I gan maruaile,</l>
                  <l>From whom might come ſo many a ſaile,</l>
                  <l>For ſith the time that I was bore,</l>
                  <l>Such a nauy there before,</l>
                  <l>Had I not ſeene, ne ſo arayed,</l>
                  <l>That for the ſight my heart played</l>
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To and fro within my breſt,</l>
                  <l>For joy, long was or it would reſt,</l>
                  <l>For there was ſailes full of floures,</l>
                  <l>After caſtels with huge toures,</l>
                  <l>Seeming full of armes bright,</l>
                  <l>That wonder luſty was the ſight,</l>
                  <l>With large toppes, and maſtes long,</l>
                  <l>Richly depeint and rear among,</l>
                  <l>At certaine times gan repaire</l>
                  <l>Small birds downe from thaire,</l>
                  <l>And on the ſhips bounds about,</l>
                  <l>Sate and ſong with voice full out,</l>
                  <l>Ballades and Layes right joyouſly,</l>
                  <l>As they cowth in their harmony,</l>
                  <l>That you to write that I there ſee,</l>
                  <l>Mine excuſe is it may not be,</l>
                  <l>For why, the matter were to long</l>
                  <l>To name the birds and write their ſong,</l>
                  <l>Whereof anon the ridings there</l>
                  <l>Vnto the queene ſoone brought were,</l>
                  <l>With many alas, and many a doubt,</l>
                  <l>Shewing the ſhips there without,</l>
                  <l>Tho gan the aged lady weepe,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid alas our joy on ſleepe</l>
                  <l>Soone ſhall be brought, ye long or night,</l>
                  <l>For we diſcried been by this knight,</l>
                  <l>For certes it may none other be,</l>
                  <l>But he is of yond companie,</l>
                  <l>And they be come him here to ſeche,</l>
                  <l>And with that word her failed ſpeche,</l>
                  <l>VVithout remedy we be deſtroid,</l>
                  <l>Full oft ſaid all, and gan conclude,</l>
                  <l>Holy at once at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>That beſt was, ſhit their yates faſt,</l>
                  <l>And arme them all in good langage,</l>
                  <l>As they had done of old vſage,</l>
                  <l>And of fayre wordes make their ſhot,</l>
                  <l>This was their counſaile and the knot,</l>
                  <l>And other purpoſe tooke they none,</l>
                  <l>But armed thus forth they gone</l>
                  <l>Toward the walles of the yle,</l>
                  <l>But or they come there long while,</l>
                  <l>They met the great lord of boue,</l>
                  <l>That called is the god of Loue,</l>
                  <l>That them auiſed with ſuch chere,</l>
                  <l>Right as he with them angry were,</l>
                  <l>Auailed them not their walls of glaſſe,</l>
                  <l>This mighty lord let not to paſſe,</l>
                  <l>The ſhutting of their yates faſt,</l>
                  <l>All they had ordained was but waſt,</l>
                  <l>For when his ſhips had found land,</l>
                  <l>This lord anon with bow in hand,</l>
                  <l>Into this yle with huge preaſe,</l>
                  <l>Hied faſt and would not ceaſe,</l>
                  <l>Till he came there the knight lay,</l>
                  <l>Of Queene ne lady by the way,</l>
                  <l>Tooke he no heed but forth paſt,</l>
                  <l>And yet all followed at the laſt,</l>
                  <l>And when he came where lay the knight,</l>
                  <l>Well ſhewed he, he had great might,</l>
                  <l>And forth the Queene called anone,</l>
                  <l>And all the ladies euerichone,</l>
                  <l>And to them ſaid, is not thus routh,</l>
                  <l>To ſee my ſeruaunt for his trouth,</l>
                  <l>Thus leane, thus ſicke, and in this paine,</l>
                  <l>And wot not vnto whom to plaine,</l>
                  <l>Saue onely one without mo,</l>
                  <l>Which might him heale and is his fo,</l>
                  <l>And with that word, his heauy brow</l>
                  <l>He ſhewed the Queene and looked row,</l>
                  <l>This mighty lord forth tho anone,</l>
                  <l>With o looke her faults echone</l>
                  <l>He can her ſhew in little ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>Commaunding her to be his leech,</l>
                  <l>Withouten more ſhortly to ſay</l>
                  <l>He thought the Queene ſoone ſhould obay,</l>
                  <l>And in his hond he ſhoke his bow,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid right ſoone he would be know,</l>
                  <l>And for ſhe had ſo long refuſed</l>
                  <l>His ſeruice, and his lawes not vſed,</l>
                  <l>He let her wit that he was wroth,</l>
                  <l>And bent his bow and forth he goth</l>
                  <l>A pace or two, and euen there</l>
                  <l>A large draught, vp to his eare</l>
                  <l>He drew, and with an arrow ground</l>
                  <l>Sharpe and new, the Queene a wound</l>
                  <l>He gaue, that pierſed vnto the hart,</l>
                  <l>Which afterward full ſore gan ſmart,</l>
                  <l>And was not whole of many yeare,</l>
                  <l>And euen with that be of good cheare,</l>
                  <l>My knight, qd. he, I will thee hele,</l>
                  <l>And thee reſtore to parfite wele,</l>
                  <l>And for each paine thou haſt endured,</l>
                  <l>To haue two joys thou art cured,</l>
                  <l>And forth he paſt by the rout,</l>
                  <l>With ſober cheare walking about,</l>
                  <l>And what he ſaid I thought to heare,</l>
                  <l>Well wiſt he which his ſeruaunts were,</l>
                  <l>And as he paſſed anon he fond</l>
                  <l>My lady and her tooke by the hond,</l>
                  <l>And made her chere as a Goddes,</l>
                  <l>And of beaute called her princes,</l>
                  <l>Of bounty eke gaue her the name,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid there was nothing blame</l>
                  <l>In her, but ſhe was vertuous,</l>
                  <l>Sauing ſhe would no pity vſe,</l>
                  <l>Which was the cauſe that he her ſought,</l>
                  <l>To put that far out of her thought,</l>
                  <l>And ſith ſhe had whole richeſſe</l>
                  <l>Of womanhead, and friendlineſſe,</l>
                  <l>He ſaid it was nothing fitting,</l>
                  <l>To void pity his owne legging,</l>
                  <l>And gan her preach and with her play,</l>
                  <l>And of her beauty told her aie,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid ſhe was a creature,</l>
                  <l>Of whom the name ſhould endure,</l>
                  <l>And in bookes full of pleaſaunce</l>
                  <l>Be put for euer in remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>And as me thought more friendly</l>
                  <l>Vnto my lady, and goodlely</l>
                  <l>He ſpake, than any that was there,</l>
                  <l>And for the appuls, I trow it were,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe had in poſſeſſion,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore long in proceſſion,</l>
                  <l>Many a pace arme vnder other,</l>
                  <l>He welke, and ſo did with none other,</l>
                  <l>But what he would commaund or ſay,</l>
                  <l>Forthwith needs all muſt obay,</l>
                  <l>And what he deſired at the leſt,</l>
                  <l>Of my lady, was by requeſt,</l>
                  <l>And when they long together had beene,</l>
                  <l>He brought my lady to the Queene,</l>
                  <l>
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And to her ſaid, ſo God you ſpeed,</l>
                  <l>Shew grace, conſent, that is need,</l>
                  <l>My lady tho full conningly,</l>
                  <l>Right well auiſed, and womanly</l>
                  <l>Downe gan to kneele vpon the floures,</l>
                  <l>VVhich Aprill nouriſhed had with ſhoures,</l>
                  <l>And to this mighty lord gan ſay,</l>
                  <l>That pleaſeth you, I woll obay,</l>
                  <l>And me reſtraine from other thought,</l>
                  <l>As ye woll all thyng ſhall be wrought,</l>
                  <l>And with that word kneeling ſhe quoke,</l>
                  <l>That mighty lord in armes her tooke,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid you haue a ſeruaunt one,</l>
                  <l>That truer liuing is there none,</l>
                  <l>VVherefore good were, ſeeing his trouth,</l>
                  <l>That on his paines ye had routh,</l>
                  <l>And purpoſe you to heare his ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>Fully auiſed him to leech,</l>
                  <l>For of one thyng ye may be ſure,</l>
                  <l>He will be yours, while he may dure,</l>
                  <l>And with that word right on his game</l>
                  <l>Me thought he lough, and told my name,</l>
                  <l>VVhich was to me maruaile, and fere,</l>
                  <l>That what to do I niſt there,</l>
                  <l>Ne whether was me bet or none,</l>
                  <l>There to abide, or thus to gone,</l>
                  <l>For well wend I my lady wold</l>
                  <l>Imagen, or deme, that I had told</l>
                  <l>My counſaile whole, or made complaint</l>
                  <l>Vnto that lord, that mighty ſaint,</l>
                  <l>So verily, each thyng vnſought,</l>
                  <l>He ſaid as he had knowne my thought,</l>
                  <l>And told my trouth and mine vneaſe,</l>
                  <l>Bet than I couth haue for mine eaſe,</l>
                  <l>Though I had ſtudied all a weke,</l>
                  <l>Well wiſt that lord that I was ſeke,</l>
                  <l>And would be leched wonder faine,</l>
                  <l>No man me blame, mine was the paine:</l>
                  <l>And when this lord had all ſaid,</l>
                  <l>And long with my lady plaid,</l>
                  <l>She gan to ſmile with ſpirit glade,</l>
                  <l>This was the anſwere that ſhe made,</l>
                  <l>Which put me there in double peine,</l>
                  <l>That what to do, ne what to ſeine</l>
                  <l>Wiſt I not, ne what was the beſt,</l>
                  <l>Ferre was my heart then fro his reſt,</l>
                  <l>For as I thought, that ſmiling ſigne</l>
                  <l>Was token, that the heart encline</l>
                  <l>Would to requeſts reaſonable,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe ſmiling is fauorable</l>
                  <l>To euery thing that ſhall thriue,</l>
                  <l>So thought I tho anon bliue,</l>
                  <l>That wordleſſe anſwere in no toun</l>
                  <l>Was tane for obligatioun,</l>
                  <l>Ne called ſurety in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Amongſt them that called been wiſe.</l>
                  <l>Thus was I in a joyous dout,</l>
                  <l>Sure and vnſureſt of that rout,</l>
                  <l>Right as mine heart thought it were,</l>
                  <l>So more or leſſe wexe my fere,</l>
                  <l>That if one thought made it wele,</l>
                  <l>Another ſhent it euery dele,</l>
                  <l>Till at the laſt I couth no more,</l>
                  <l>But purpoſed as I did before,</l>
                  <l>To ſerue truly my liues ſpace,</l>
                  <l>Awaiting euer the yeare of grace,</l>
                  <l>VVhich may fall yet or I ſterue,</l>
                  <l>If it pleaſe her that I ſerue,</l>
                  <l>And ſerued haue, and woll do euer,</l>
                  <l>For thyng is none, that me is leuer,</l>
                  <l>Than her ſeruice, whoſe preſence</l>
                  <l>Mine heauen is whole, and her abſence</l>
                  <l>An hell, full of diuers paines,</l>
                  <l>VVhych to the death full oft me ſtraines,</l>
                  <l>Thus in my thoughts, as I ſtood,</l>
                  <l>That vnneth felt I harme ne good,</l>
                  <l>I ſaw the Queene a little paas</l>
                  <l>Come where this mighty lord was,</l>
                  <l>And kneeled downe in preſence there</l>
                  <l>Of all the ladies that there were,</l>
                  <l>VVith ſober countenaunce auiſed,</l>
                  <l>In few words that well ſuffiſed,</l>
                  <l>And to this lord anon preſent</l>
                  <l>A bill, wherein whole her entent</l>
                  <l>VVas written, and how ſhe beſought,</l>
                  <l>As he knew euery will and thought,</l>
                  <l>That of his godhead and his grace</l>
                  <l>He would forgyue all old treſpace,</l>
                  <l>And vndiſpleaſed be of time paſt,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe would euer be ſtedfaſt,</l>
                  <l>And in his ſeruice to the death</l>
                  <l>Vſe euery thought while ſhe had breath,</l>
                  <l>And ſight and wept, and ſaid no more,</l>
                  <l>VVithin was written all the ſore:</l>
                  <l>At whych bill the lord gan ſmyle,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid he would within that yle</l>
                  <l>Be lord and ſyre, both eaſt and weſt,</l>
                  <l>And cald it there his new conqueſt,</l>
                  <l>And in great councell tooke the Queene,</l>
                  <l>Long were the tales them betweene,</l>
                  <l>And ouer her bill he read thriſe,</l>
                  <l>And wonder gladly gan deuiſe</l>
                  <l>Her features faire, and her viſage,</l>
                  <l>And bad good thrift on that Image,</l>
                  <l>And ſayd he trowed her compleint</l>
                  <l>Should after cauſe her be corſeint,</l>
                  <l>And in his ſleeue he put the bill,</l>
                  <l>Was there none that knew his will,</l>
                  <l>And forth he walke apace about,</l>
                  <l>Beholding all the luſty rout,</l>
                  <l>Halfe in a thought with ſmiling chere,</l>
                  <l>Till at the laſt, as ye ſhall here,</l>
                  <l>He turned vnto the Queene ageine,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid to morne, here in this pleine,</l>
                  <l>I woll ye be, and all yours,</l>
                  <l>That purpoſed ben to weare flours,</l>
                  <l>Or of my luſty colour vſe,</l>
                  <l>It may not be to you excuſe,</l>
                  <l>Ne none of yours in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That able be to my ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>For as I ſaid haue here before,</l>
                  <l>I will be lord for euermore</l>
                  <l>Of you, and of this yle, and all,</l>
                  <l>And of all yours, that haue ſhall</l>
                  <l>Ioy, peace, eaſe, or in pleaſaunce</l>
                  <l>Your liues vſe without noyſaunce;</l>
                  <l>Here will I in ſtate be ſeene,</l>
                  <l>And turned his viſage to the Queene,</l>
                  <l>And you giue knowledge of my will,</l>
                  <l>And a full anſwere of your bill,</l>
                  <l>Was there no nay, ne words none,</l>
                  <l>But very obeiſaunt ſeemed echone,</l>
                  <l>
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Queene and other that were there,</l>
                  <l>VVell ſeemed it they had great fere,</l>
                  <l>And there tooke lodging euery night,</l>
                  <l>VVas none departed of that night,</l>
                  <l>And ſome to read old Romances,</l>
                  <l>Them occupied for their pleaſances,</l>
                  <l>Some to make verelaies, and laies,</l>
                  <l>And ſome to other diuerſe plaies:</l>
                  <l>And I to me a Romance tooke,</l>
                  <l>And as I reading was the booke,</l>
                  <l>Me thought the ſphere had ſo run,</l>
                  <l>That it was riſing of the Sun,</l>
                  <l>And ſuch a prees into the piaine</l>
                  <l>Aſſemble gone, that with great paine</l>
                  <l>One might for other go ne ſtand,</l>
                  <l>Ne none take other by the hand,</l>
                  <l>VVithouten they diſtourbed were,</l>
                  <l>So huge and great the prees was there.</l>
                  <l>And after that within two houres,</l>
                  <l>This mighty lord all in floures</l>
                  <l>Of diuers colours many a paire,</l>
                  <l>In his eſtate vp in the aire,</l>
                  <l>VVell two fathom, as his hight,</l>
                  <l>He ſet him there in all their ſight,</l>
                  <l>And for the Queene and for the Knight,</l>
                  <l>And for my lady, and euery wight,</l>
                  <l>In haſt he ſent, ſo that neuer one</l>
                  <l>VVas there abſent, but come echone:</l>
                  <l>And when they thus aſſembled were,</l>
                  <l>As ye haue heard me ſay you here,</l>
                  <l>VVithout more tarrying on hight,</l>
                  <l>There to be ſeene of euery wight,</l>
                  <l>Vp ſtood among the prees aboue</l>
                  <l>A counſayler, ſeruaunt of loue,</l>
                  <l>VVhich ſeemed well, of great eſtate,</l>
                  <l>And ſhewed there, how no debate</l>
                  <l>Owe ne goodly might be vſed</l>
                  <l>In gentilneſſe, and be excuſed,</l>
                  <l>VVherefore he ſaid, his lords will,</l>
                  <l>VVas euery wight there ſhould be ſtill,</l>
                  <l>And in pees, and one accord,</l>
                  <l>And thus commaunded at a word,</l>
                  <l>And can his tongue to ſwiche language</l>
                  <l>Turne, that yet in all mine age</l>
                  <l>Heard I neuer ſo conningly</l>
                  <l>Man ſpeake, ne halfe ſo faithfully,</l>
                  <l>For euery thing he ſaid there,</l>
                  <l>Seemed as it inſealed were,</l>
                  <l>Or approued for very trew:</l>
                  <l>Swiche was his cunning language new,</l>
                  <l>And well according to his chere,</l>
                  <l>That where I be, me thinke I here</l>
                  <l>Him yet alway, when I mine one</l>
                  <l>In any place may be alone:</l>
                  <l>Firſt con he of the luſty yle</l>
                  <l>All thaſtate in little while</l>
                  <l>Rehearſe, and wholly euery thing,</l>
                  <l>That cauſed there his lords comming,</l>
                  <l>And euery wele and euery wo,</l>
                  <l>And for what cauſe ech thing was ſo,</l>
                  <l>VVell ſhewed he there in eaſie ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>And how the ſicke had need of leech:</l>
                  <l>And that whole was, and in grace,</l>
                  <l>He told plainly why each thing was,</l>
                  <l>And at the laſt he con conclude,</l>
                  <l>Voided euery language rude,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, that prince, that mighty lord,</l>
                  <l>Or his departing, would accord</l>
                  <l>All the parties there preſent,</l>
                  <l>And was the fine of his entent,</l>
                  <l>VVitneſſe his preſence in your ſight,</l>
                  <l>VVhich ſits among you in his might:</l>
                  <l>And kneeled downe withouten more,</l>
                  <l>And not o word ſpake he more.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Tho gan this mighty lord him dreſſe,</l>
                  <l>VVith cheare auiſed, to do largeſſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid vnto this knight and me,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhall to joy reſtored be,</l>
                  <l>And for ye haue ben true ye twaine,</l>
                  <l>I graunt you here for euery paine</l>
                  <l>A thouſand joys euery weeke,</l>
                  <l>And looke ye be no lenger ſeeke,</l>
                  <l>And both your ladies, lo hem here,</l>
                  <l>Take ech his own, beeth of good chere,</l>
                  <l>Your happy day is new begun,</l>
                  <l>Sith it was riſing of the ſun,</l>
                  <l>And to all other in this place,</l>
                  <l>I graunt wholly to ſtand in grace,</l>
                  <l>That ſerueth truely, without ſlouth,</l>
                  <l>And to auaunced be by trouth.</l>
                  <l>Tho can this knight, and I downe kneele,</l>
                  <l>VVening to doe wonder wele,</l>
                  <l>Seeing O Lord your great mrrcy,</l>
                  <l>Vs hath enriched, ſo openly,</l>
                  <l>That we deſerue may neuer more,</l>
                  <l>The leaſt part, but euermore</l>
                  <l>VVith ſoule and body truely ſerue</l>
                  <l>You and yours till we ſterue.</l>
                  <l>And to their Ladies there they ſtood,</l>
                  <l>This knight that couth ſo mikel good,</l>
                  <l>VVent in haſt, and I alſo,</l>
                  <l>Ioyous, and glad were we tho,</l>
                  <l>And alſo rich in euery thought,</l>
                  <l>As he that all hath and ought nought,</l>
                  <l>And them beſought in humble wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Vs taccept to their ſeruice,</l>
                  <l>And ſhew vs of their friendly cheares,</l>
                  <l>VVhich in their treaſure many yeares</l>
                  <l>They kept had, vs to great paine,</l>
                  <l>And told how their ſeruants twaine,</l>
                  <l>VVere and would be, and ſo had euer,</l>
                  <l>And to the death chaunge would we neuer,</l>
                  <l>Ne doe offence, ne thinke like ill,</l>
                  <l>But fill their ordinance and will:</l>
                  <l>And made our othes freſh new,</l>
                  <l>Our old ſeruice to renew,</l>
                  <l>And wholly theirs for euermore,</l>
                  <l>VVe there become, what might we more,</l>
                  <l>And well awaiting, that in ſlouth,</l>
                  <l>VVe made ne fault, ne in our trouth,</l>
                  <l>Ne thought not do, I you enſure,</l>
                  <l>VVith our will, where we may dure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This ſeaſon paſt, againe an eue,</l>
                  <l>This Lord of the Queene tooke leue,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid he would haſtely returne,</l>
                  <l>And at good leiſure there ſojourne,</l>
                  <l>Both for his honour, and for his eaſe,</l>
                  <l>Commaunding faſt, the knight to pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>And gaue his ſtatutes in papers,</l>
                  <l>And ordent diuers officers,</l>
                  <l>
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And forth to ſhip the ſame night</l>
                  <l>He went, and ſoone was out of ſight.</l>
                  <l>And on the morrow when the aire</l>
                  <l>Attempred was, and wonder faire,</l>
                  <l>Early at riſing of the ſun,</l>
                  <l>After the night away was run,</l>
                  <l>Playing vs on the riuage,</l>
                  <l>My Lady ſpake of her voyage,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid ſhe made ſmall journies,</l>
                  <l>And held her in ſtraunge countries,</l>
                  <l>And forthwith to the Queene went,</l>
                  <l>And ſhewed her wholly her entent,</l>
                  <l>And tooke her leaue with cheare weeping,</l>
                  <l>That pitty was to ſee that parting:</l>
                  <l>For to the Queene it was a paine,</l>
                  <l>As to a Martyr new yſſaine,</l>
                  <l>That for her woe, and ſhe ſo tender,</l>
                  <l>Yet I weepe oft when I remember,</l>
                  <l>She offerd there to reſigne,</l>
                  <l>To my Lady eight times or nine,</l>
                  <l>Thaſtate, the yle, ſhortly to tell,</l>
                  <l>If it might pleaſe her there to dwell,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, for euer her linage,</l>
                  <l>Should to my Lady doe homage,</l>
                  <l>And hers be hole withouten more,</l>
                  <l>Ye, and all theirs for euermore:</l>
                  <l>Nay God forbid, my Lady oft,</l>
                  <l>With many conning word and ſoft,</l>
                  <l>Said, that euer ſuch thing ſhould beene,</l>
                  <l>That I conſent ſhould, that a Queene</l>
                  <l>Of your eſtate, and ſo well named,</l>
                  <l>In any wiſe ſhould be attamed:</l>
                  <l>But would be faine with all my hert,</l>
                  <l>What ſo befell, or how me ſmert,</l>
                  <l>To doe thing that you might pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>In any wiſe, or be your eaſe,</l>
                  <l>And kiſſed there, and bad good night,</l>
                  <l>For which leue wept many a wight,</l>
                  <l>There might men here my Lady praiſed,</l>
                  <l>And ſuch a name of her araiſed,</l>
                  <l>What of cunning and friendlineſſe,</l>
                  <l>What of beauty with gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>What of glad and friendly cheare<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe vſed in all her yeares,</l>
                  <l>That wonder was here euery wight</l>
                  <l>To ſay well, how they did their might,</l>
                  <l>And with a prees vpon the morrow,</l>
                  <l>To ſhip her brought, and what a ſorrow</l>
                  <l>They made, when ſhe ſhould vnder ſaile,</l>
                  <l>That and ye wiſt, ye would meruaile.</l>
                  <l>Forth goeth the ſhip, out goeth the fond,</l>
                  <l>And I as wood man vnbond,</l>
                  <l>For doubt to be behind there,</l>
                  <l>Into the ſea withouten fere,</l>
                  <l>Anon I ran, till with a waw,</l>
                  <l>All ſodenly I was ouerthraw,</l>
                  <l>And with the water to and fro,</l>
                  <l>Backward and forward trauailed ſo,</l>
                  <l>That mind and breath, nigh was gone,</l>
                  <l>For good ne harme knew I none,</l>
                  <l>Til at the laſt with hookes tweine,</l>
                  <l>Men of the ſhip with mikel peine,</l>
                  <l>To ſaue my life, did ſuch trauaile,</l>
                  <l>That and ye wiſt ye would meruaile,</l>
                  <l>And in the ſhip me drew on hie,</l>
                  <l>And ſaiden all that I would die,</l>
                  <l>And laid me long downe by the maſt,</l>
                  <l>And of their clothes on me caſt,</l>
                  <l>And there I made my teſtament,</l>
                  <l>And wiſt my ſelfe not what I ment,</l>
                  <l>But when I ſaid had what I would,</l>
                  <l>And to the maſt my wo all told,</l>
                  <l>And tane my leaue of euery wight,</l>
                  <l>And cloſed mine eyen, and loſt my ſight,</l>
                  <l>Auiſed to die, without more ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>Or any remedy to ſeech</l>
                  <l>Of grace new, as was great need:</l>
                  <l>My lady of my paine tooke heed;</l>
                  <l>And her bethought how that for trouth</l>
                  <l>To ſee me die it were great routh,</l>
                  <l>And to me came in ſober wiſe,</l>
                  <l>And ſoftly ſaid, I pray you riſe,</l>
                  <l>Come on with me, let be this fare,</l>
                  <l>All ſhall be wel, haue ye no care,</l>
                  <l>I will obey ye and fulfill</l>
                  <l>Holy in all that lords will,</l>
                  <l>That you and me not long ago,</l>
                  <l>After his liſt commaunded ſo,</l>
                  <l>That there againe no reſiſtence</l>
                  <l>May be without great offence,</l>
                  <l>And therefore now what I ſay,</l>
                  <l>I am and will be friendly aye,</l>
                  <l>Riſe vp behold this auauntage,</l>
                  <l>I graunt you inheritage,</l>
                  <l>Peaceably without ſtriue,</l>
                  <l>During the daies of your liue,</l>
                  <l>And of her apples in my ſleue</l>
                  <l>One ſhe put, and took her leue</l>
                  <l>In words few and ſaid good hele,</l>
                  <l>He that all made you ſend and wele,</l>
                  <l>Wherewith my paines all at ones</l>
                  <l>Tooke ſuch leaue, that all my bones,</l>
                  <l>For the new durenſe pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>So as they couth, deſired to daunce,</l>
                  <l>And I as whole as any wight,</l>
                  <l>Vp roſe with joyous heart and light,</l>
                  <l>Hole and vnſicke, right wele at eaſe,</l>
                  <l>And all forget had my diſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>And to my lady where ſhe plaid,</l>
                  <l>I went anone, and to her ſaid:</l>
                  <l>He that all joies perſons to pleaſe</l>
                  <l>Firſt ordained with parfite eaſe,</l>
                  <l>And euery pleaſure can depart,</l>
                  <l>Send you madame, as large a part,</l>
                  <l>And of his goods ſuch plenty,</l>
                  <l>As he has done you of beauty,</l>
                  <l>With hele and all that may be thought;</l>
                  <l>He ſend you all as he all wrought:</l>
                  <l>Madame (quoth I) your ſeruaunt trew,</l>
                  <l>Haue I ben long, and yet will new,</l>
                  <l>Without chaunge or repentaunce,</l>
                  <l>In any wiſe or variaunce,</l>
                  <l>And ſo will do as thriue I euer,</l>
                  <l>For thing is none that me is leuer</l>
                  <l>Than you to pleaſe, how euer I fare,</l>
                  <l>Mine hearts lady and my welfare,</l>
                  <l>My life, mine hele, my lech alſo,</l>
                  <l>Of euery thing that doth me wo,</l>
                  <l>My helpe at need, and my ſurete</l>
                  <l>Of euery joy that longs to me,</l>
                  <l>My ſuccours whole in all wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That may be thought or man deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>
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Your grace Madame ſuch haue I found,</l>
                  <l>Now in my need that I am bound</l>
                  <l>To you for euer ſo Chriſt me ſaue,</l>
                  <l>For heale and liue of you I haue,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore is reaſoun I you ſerue,</l>
                  <l>With due obeiſaunce till I ſterue,</l>
                  <l>And dead and quicke be euer yours,</l>
                  <l>Late, early, and at all hours,</l>
                  <l>Tho came my lady ſmall alite,</l>
                  <l>And in plaine engliſh con conſite</l>
                  <l>In words few, whole her entent</l>
                  <l>She ſhewed me there, and how ſhe ment</l>
                  <l>To meward in euery wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Wholly ſhe came at their deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>Without proceſſe or long trauell,</l>
                  <l>Charging me to keepe counſell,</l>
                  <l>As I would to her grace attaine,</l>
                  <l>Of which commaundement I was faine.</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I paſſe ouer at this time,</l>
                  <l>For counſell cords not well in rime,</l>
                  <l>And eke the oth that I haue ſwore,</l>
                  <l>To breake, me were better vnbore,</l>
                  <l>Why for untrue for euermore</l>
                  <l>I ſhould be hold, that neuermore</l>
                  <l>Of me in place ſhould be report</l>
                  <l>Thing that auaile might, or comfort</l>
                  <l>To mewards in any wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Andech wight would me diſpiſe</l>
                  <l>In that they couth, and me repreeue,</l>
                  <l>Which were a thing ſore for to greeue,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore hereof more mencion</l>
                  <l>Make I not now ne long ſermon,</l>
                  <l>But ſhortly thus I me excuſe,</l>
                  <l>To rime a councell I refuſe.</l>
                  <l>Sailing thus two dayes or three,</l>
                  <l>My lady towards her countrie,</l>
                  <l>Ouer the waues high and greene,</l>
                  <l>Which were large and deepe betweene,</l>
                  <l>Vpon a time me called and ſaid,</l>
                  <l>That of my hele ſhe was well paid,</l>
                  <l>And of the Queene and of the yle,</l>
                  <l>She talked with me long while,</l>
                  <l>And of all that ſhe there had ſeene,</l>
                  <l>And of the ſtate, and of the queene,</l>
                  <l>And of the ladies name by name,</l>
                  <l>Two houres or mo, this was her game,</l>
                  <l>Till at the laſt the wind gan riſe,</l>
                  <l>And blew ſo faſt, and in ſuch wiſe,</l>
                  <l>The ſhip that euery wight can ſay,</l>
                  <l>Madame er eue he of this day,</l>
                  <l>And God tofore, ye ſhall be there,</l>
                  <l>As ye would faineſt that ye were,</l>
                  <l>And doubt not within ſixe hours,</l>
                  <l>Ye ſhall be there, as all is yours,</l>
                  <l>At which words ſhe gan to ſmile,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid that was no long while,</l>
                  <l>That they her ſet and vp ſhe roſe,</l>
                  <l>And all about the ſhip ſhe goſe,</l>
                  <l>And made good cheare to euery wight,</l>
                  <l>Till of the land ſhe had a ſight,</l>
                  <l>Of which ſight glad God it wot,</l>
                  <l>She was abaſhed and aboot,</l>
                  <l>Aud forth goeth ſhortly you to tell,</l>
                  <l>Where ſhe accuſtomed was to dwell,</l>
                  <l>And receiued was as good right,</l>
                  <l>With joyous cheere and hearts light,</l>
                  <l>And as a glad new auenture,</l>
                  <l>Pleaſaunt to euery creature,</l>
                  <l>With which landing tho I woke,</l>
                  <l>And found my chamber full of ſmoke,</l>
                  <l>My cheekes eke vnto the eares,</l>
                  <l>And all my body weat with teares,</l>
                  <l>And all ſo feeble and in ſuch wiſe,</l>
                  <l>I was, that vnneth might I riſe,</l>
                  <l>So fare trauailed and ſo faint,</l>
                  <l>That neither knew I kirke ne ſaint,</l>
                  <l>Ne what was what, ne who was who,</l>
                  <l>Ne auiſed, what way I would go,</l>
                  <l>But by a venturous grace,</l>
                  <l>I riſe and walkt, ſought pace and pace,</l>
                  <l>Till I a winding ſtaire found,</l>
                  <l>And held the vice aye in my hond,</l>
                  <l>And vpward ſoftly ſo gan creepe,</l>
                  <l>Till I came where I thought to ſleepe</l>
                  <l>More at mine eaſe, and out of preace,</l>
                  <l>At my good leiſure, and in peace,</l>
                  <l>Till ſomewhat I recomfort were</l>
                  <l>Of the trauell and great feare</l>
                  <l>That I endured had before,</l>
                  <l>This was my thought without more,</l>
                  <l>And as a wight witleſſe and faint,</l>
                  <l>Without more, in a chamber paint</l>
                  <l>Full of ſtories old and diuers,</l>
                  <l>More than I can now rehearſe,</l>
                  <l>Vnto a bed full ſoberly,</l>
                  <l>So as I might full ſothly,</l>
                  <l>Pace after other, and nothing ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Till at the laſt downe I me laid,</l>
                  <l>And as my mind would giue me leue,</l>
                  <l>All that I dreamed had that eue,</l>
                  <l>Before all I can rehearſe,</l>
                  <l>Right as a child at ſchoole his verſe</l>
                  <l>Doth after that he thinketh to thriue,</l>
                  <l>Right ſo did I for all my liue,</l>
                  <l>I thought to haue in remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>Both the paine and the pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>The dreame whole, as it me befell,</l>
                  <l>Which was as ye here me tell,</l>
                  <l>Thus in my thoughts as I lay,</l>
                  <l>That happy or unhappy day,</l>
                  <l>Wot I not ſo haue I blame,</l>
                  <l>Of the two, which is the name:</l>
                  <l>Befell me ſo, that there a thought,</l>
                  <l>By proceſſe new on ſleepe me brought,</l>
                  <l>And me gouerned ſo in a while,</l>
                  <l>That againe within the yle,</l>
                  <l>Me thought I was, whereof the knight,</l>
                  <l>And of the ladies I had a ſight,</l>
                  <l>And were aſſembled on a greene,</l>
                  <l>Knight and lady, with the queene,</l>
                  <l>At which aſſembly there was ſaid,</l>
                  <l>How they all content and paid,</l>
                  <l>Were wholly as in that thing,</l>
                  <l>That the knight there ſhould be king,</l>
                  <l>And they would all for ſure witneſſe</l>
                  <l>Wedded be both more and leſſe,</l>
                  <l>In remembraunce without more,</l>
                  <l>Thus they conſent for euermore,</l>
                  <l>And was concluded that the knight</l>
                  <l>Depart ſhould the ſame night,</l>
                  <l>And forthwith there tooke his voiage,</l>
                  <l>To journey for his marriage,</l>
                  <l>
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And returne with ſuch an hoſt,</l>
                  <l>That wedded might be leaſt and moſt,</l>
                  <l>This was concluded, written and ſealed,</l>
                  <l>That it might not be repealed</l>
                  <l>In no wiſe but aie be firme,</l>
                  <l>And all ſhould be within a tearme,</l>
                  <l>Without more excuſation,</l>
                  <l>Both feaſt and coronation,</l>
                  <l>This knight which had thereof the charge,</l>
                  <l>Anon into a little barge,</l>
                  <l>Brought was late againſt an eue,</l>
                  <l>Where of all he tooke his leaue,</l>
                  <l>Which barge was as a mans thought,</l>
                  <l>After his pleaſure to him brought,</l>
                  <l>The Queene her ſelfe accuſtomed aye</l>
                  <l>In the ſame barge to play,</l>
                  <l>It needeth neither maſt ne rother,</l>
                  <l>I haue not heard of ſuch another,</l>
                  <l>No maiſter for the gouernaunce,</l>
                  <l>Hie ſayled by thought and pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>VVithout labour Eaſt and VVeſt,</l>
                  <l>All was one, calme, or tempeſt,</l>
                  <l>And I went with at his requeſt,</l>
                  <l>And was the firſt prayed to the feſt.</l>
                  <l>VVhen he came in his countree,</l>
                  <l>And paſſed had the wauy ſee,</l>
                  <l>In an hauen deepe and large</l>
                  <l>He left his rich and noble barge,</l>
                  <l>And to the court ſhortly to tell,</l>
                  <l>He went, where he wont was to dwell,</l>
                  <l>And was receiued as good right,</l>
                  <l>As heire, and for a worthy knight,</l>
                  <l>VVith all the ſtates of the lond,</l>
                  <l>VVhich came anon at his firſt ſond,</l>
                  <l>VVith glad ſpirits full of trouth,</l>
                  <l>Loth to do fault or with a ſlouth,</l>
                  <l>Attaint be in any wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Their riches was their old ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>VVhich euer trew had be fond,</l>
                  <l>Sith firſt inhabit was the lond,</l>
                  <l>And ſo receiued there her King,</l>
                  <l>That forgotten was no thing,</l>
                  <l>That owe to be done ne might pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>Ne their ſoueraine Lord do eaſe,</l>
                  <l>And with them ſo ſhortly to ſay,</l>
                  <l>As they of cuſtome had done aye,</l>
                  <l>For ſeuen yere paſt was and more,</l>
                  <l>The father, the old wiſe and hore</l>
                  <l>King of the land tooke his leue</l>
                  <l>Of all his barons on an eue,</l>
                  <l>And told them how his dayes paſt</l>
                  <l>VVere all, and comen was the laſt,</l>
                  <l>And hertily prayed hem to remember</l>
                  <l>His ſonne, which yong was and tender,</l>
                  <l>That borne was their prince to be,</l>
                  <l>If he returne to that countree</l>
                  <l>Might, by aduenture or grace,</l>
                  <l>VVithin any time or ſpace,</l>
                  <l>And to be true and friendly aye,</l>
                  <l>As they to him had bene alway:</l>
                  <l>Thus he them prayd, without more,</l>
                  <l>And tooke his leaue for euermore.</l>
                  <l>Knowen was, how tender in age,</l>
                  <l>This young prince a great viage</l>
                  <l>Vncouth and ſtraung, honours to ſeche,</l>
                  <l>Tooke in hond with little ſpeeche,</l>
                  <l>VVhich was to ſeeke a princes,</l>
                  <l>That he deſired more than riches,</l>
                  <l>For her great name that floured ſo,</l>
                  <l>That in that time there was no mo</l>
                  <l>Of her eſtate, ne ſo well named,</l>
                  <l>For borne was none that euer her blamed:</l>
                  <l>Of which princes ſomewhat before,</l>
                  <l>Here haue I ſpoke, and ſome will more.</l>
                  <l>So thus befell as ye ſhall heare,</l>
                  <l>Vnto their lord they made ſuch cheare,</l>
                  <l>That joy was there to be preſent</l>
                  <l>To ſee their troth and how they ment,</l>
                  <l>So very glad they were ech one,</l>
                  <l>That them among there was no one,</l>
                  <l>That deſired more riches,</l>
                  <l>Than for their Lord ſuch a princes,</l>
                  <l>That they might pleaſe, and that were faire,</l>
                  <l>For faſt deſired they an heire,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid great ſurety were ywis.</l>
                  <l>And as they were ſpeaking of this,</l>
                  <l>The prince himſelfe him auiſed,</l>
                  <l>And in plaine Engliſh vndiſguiſed,</l>
                  <l>Them ſhewed hole his journey,</l>
                  <l>And of their counſell gan them prey,</l>
                  <l>And told how he enſured was,</l>
                  <l>And how his day he might not paſſe,</l>
                  <l>VVithout diffame and great blame,</l>
                  <l>And to him for euer ſhame,</l>
                  <l>And of their counſell and auiſe,</l>
                  <l>There he prayth them once or twiſe,</l>
                  <l>And that they would, within ten daies,</l>
                  <l>Auiſe and ordaine him ſuch waies,</l>
                  <l>So that it were no diſpleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Ne to this Realme ouer great grieuaunce,</l>
                  <l>And that he haue might to his feaſt,</l>
                  <l>Sixty thouſand at the leaſt,</l>
                  <l>For his intent within ſhort while</l>
                  <l>Was to returne vnto his yle</l>
                  <l>That he came fro, and kepe his day,</l>
                  <l>For nothing would he be away.</l>
                  <l>To counſaile tho the Lords anon,</l>
                  <l>Into a chamber euerychone,</l>
                  <l>Togither went, them to deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>How they might beſt and in what wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Puruey for their Lords pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And the Realmes continuaunce</l>
                  <l>Of honor, which in it before</l>
                  <l>Had continued euermore,</l>
                  <l>So at the laſt they found the waies,</l>
                  <l>How within the next ten daies,</l>
                  <l>All might with paine and diligence</l>
                  <l>Be done, and caſt what the diſpence</l>
                  <l>Might draw, and in concluſion,</l>
                  <l>Made for ech thing prouiſion.</l>
                  <l>When this was done, wholly tofore</l>
                  <l>The prince, the lords all before</l>
                  <l>Come, and ſhewed what they had done,</l>
                  <l>And how they couth by no reaſon</l>
                  <l>Find, that within the ten daies</l>
                  <l>He might depart by no waies,</l>
                  <l>But would be fifteene at the leaſt,</l>
                  <l>Or he returne might to his feaſt:</l>
                  <l>And ſhewed him euery reaſon why</l>
                  <l>It might not be ſo haſtily,</l>
                  <l>As he deſired, ne his day</l>
                  <l>He might not keepe by no way,</l>
                  <l>
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For diuers cauſes wonder great:</l>
                  <l>VVhich when he heard, in ſuch an heat</l>
                  <l>He fell, for ſorow and was ſeke,</l>
                  <l>Still in his bed whole that weke,</l>
                  <l>And nigh the tother for the ſhame,</l>
                  <l>And for the doubt, and for the blame</l>
                  <l>That might on him be aret,</l>
                  <l>And oft vpon his breſt he her,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid alas, mine honour for aye,</l>
                  <l>Haue I here loſt cleane this day,</l>
                  <l>Dead would I be, alas my name</l>
                  <l>Shall aye he more henceforth in ſhame,</l>
                  <l>And I diſhonoured and repreued,</l>
                  <l>And neuer more ſhall be beleeued:</l>
                  <l>And made ſwich ſorow, that in trouth,</l>
                  <l>Him to behold it was great routh:</l>
                  <l>And ſo endured the dayes fiftene,</l>
                  <l>Till that the Lords on an euen</l>
                  <l>Him come, and told they ready were,</l>
                  <l>And ſhewed in few words there,</l>
                  <l>How and what wiſe they had purueyd</l>
                  <l>For his eſtate, and to him ſaid,</l>
                  <l>That twenty thouſand knights of name,</l>
                  <l>And fourty thouſand without blame,</l>
                  <l>All come of noble ligine,</l>
                  <l>Togider in a compane,</l>
                  <l>VVere lodged on a riuers ſide,</l>
                  <l>Him and his pleaſure there tabide,</l>
                  <l>The prince tho for joy vp roſe,</l>
                  <l>And where they lodged were, he goes</l>
                  <l>VVithout more that ſame night,</l>
                  <l>And theſe his ſupper made to right,</l>
                  <l>And with them bode till it was dey,</l>
                  <l>And forthwith to take his journey,</l>
                  <l>Leuing the ſtreight, holding the large,</l>
                  <l>Till he came to his noble barge,</l>
                  <l>And when this prince, this luſty knight</l>
                  <l>VVith his people in armes bright,</l>
                  <l>VVas comen where he thought to pas,</l>
                  <l>And knew well none abiding was</l>
                  <l>Behind, but all were there preſent,</l>
                  <l>Forthwith anon all his intent</l>
                  <l>He told them there, and made his cries</l>
                  <l>Through his ofte that day twiſe,</l>
                  <l>Commaunding euery liues wight,</l>
                  <l>There being preſent in his ſight,</l>
                  <l>To be the morow on the riuage,</l>
                  <l>VVhere he begin would his viage.</l>
                  <l>The morrow come, the cry was kept,</l>
                  <l>Few was there that night that ſlept,</l>
                  <l>But truſſed and purueied for the morrow,</l>
                  <l>For fault of ſhips was all their ſorrow,</l>
                  <l>For ſaue the barge, and other two,</l>
                  <l>Of ſhips there ſaw I no mo:</l>
                  <l>Thus in their douths as they ſtood,</l>
                  <l>Waxing the ſea, comming the flood,</l>
                  <l>Was cried to ſhip goe euery wight,</l>
                  <l>Then was but hie, that hie might,</l>
                  <l>And to the barge me thought echone</l>
                  <l>They went, without was left not one,</l>
                  <l>Horſe, male, truſſe, ne bagage,</l>
                  <l>Salad, ſpeare, gard brace, ne page,</l>
                  <l>But was lodged and roome ynough,</l>
                  <l>At which ſhipping me thought I lough,</l>
                  <l>And gan to maruaile in my thought,</l>
                  <l>How euer ſuch a ſhip was wrought,</l>
                  <l>For what people that can encreaſe,</l>
                  <l>Ne neuer ſo thicke might be the preaſe,</l>
                  <l>But all had roome at their will,</l>
                  <l>There was not one was lodged ill,</l>
                  <l>For as I trow, my ſelfe the laſt</l>
                  <l>Was one, and lodged by the maſt,</l>
                  <l>And where I looked I ſaw ſuch rome,</l>
                  <l>As all were lodged in a towne.</l>
                  <l>Forth goth the ſhip, ſaid was the creed,</l>
                  <l>And on their knees for their good ſpeed,</l>
                  <l>Downe kneeled euery wight a while,</l>
                  <l>And praied faſt that to the yle</l>
                  <l>They might come in ſafety,</l>
                  <l>The prince and all the company,</l>
                  <l>With worſhip and without blame,</l>
                  <l>Or diſclaunder of his name,</l>
                  <l>Of the promiſe he ſhould retourne,</l>
                  <l>Within the time he did ſojourne,</l>
                  <l>In his lond biding his hoſt,</l>
                  <l>This was their prayer leaſt and moſt,</l>
                  <l>To keepe the day it might not been,</l>
                  <l>That he appointed had with the queen,</l>
                  <l>To returne without ſlouth,</l>
                  <l>And ſo aſſured had his trouth,</l>
                  <l>For which fault this prince, this knight,</l>
                  <l>During the time ſlept not a night,</l>
                  <l>Such was his wo and his diſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>For doubt he ſhould the queene diſpleaſe,</l>
                  <l>Forth goeth the ſhip with ſuch ſpeed,</l>
                  <l>Right as the prince for his great need</l>
                  <l>Deſire would after his thought,</l>
                  <l>Till it vnto the yle him brought,</l>
                  <l>Where in haſt vpon the ſand,</l>
                  <l>He and his people tooke the land,</l>
                  <l>With herts glad, and chere light,</l>
                  <l>Weening to be in heauen that night:</l>
                  <l>But or they paſſed a while,</l>
                  <l>Entring in toward that yle,</l>
                  <l>All clad in blacke with chere piteous,</l>
                  <l>A lady which neuer diſpiteous</l>
                  <l>Had be in all her life tofore,</l>
                  <l>With ſory chere, and hert to tore,</l>
                  <l>Vnto this prince where he gan ride,</l>
                  <l>Come and ſaid, abide, abide,</l>
                  <l>And haue no haſt, but faſt retourne,</l>
                  <l>No reaſon is ye here ſojourne,</l>
                  <l>For your vntruth hath vs diſcried,</l>
                  <l>VVo worth the time we vs allied</l>
                  <l>VVith you, that are ſo ſoone vntrew,</l>
                  <l>Alas the day that we you knew,</l>
                  <l>Alas the time that ye were bore,</l>
                  <l>For all this lond by you is lore,</l>
                  <l>Accurſed be he you hider brought,</l>
                  <l>For all your joy is turnd to nought,</l>
                  <l>Your acquaintance we may complaine,</l>
                  <l>VVhich is the cauſe of all our paine.</l>
                  <l>Alas madame quoth tho this knight,</l>
                  <l>And with that from his horſe he light,</l>
                  <l>VVith colour pale, and cheekes lene,</l>
                  <l>Alas what is this for to mene,</l>
                  <l>VVhat haue ye ſaid, why be ye wroth,</l>
                  <l>You to diſpleaſe I would be loth,</l>
                  <l>Know ye not well the promeſſe</l>
                  <l>I made haue to your princeſſe,</l>
                  <l>VVhich to perfourme is mine intent,</l>
                  <l>So mote I ſpeed as I haue ment,</l>
                  <l>
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And as I am her very trew,</l>
                  <l>Without change or thought new,</l>
                  <l>And alſo fully her ſeruand,</l>
                  <l>As creature or man liuand</l>
                  <l>May be to lady or princeſſe,</l>
                  <l>For ſhe mine heauen, and whole richeſſe</l>
                  <l>Is, and the lady of mine heale,</l>
                  <l>My worlds joy and all my weale,</l>
                  <l>What may this be, whence coms this ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>Tell me Madame I you beſeech,</l>
                  <l>For fith the firſt of my liuing,</l>
                  <l>Was I ſo fearfull of nothing,</l>
                  <l>As I am now to heare you ſpeake,</l>
                  <l>For doubt I feele mine heart breake:</l>
                  <l>Say on madame, tell me your will,</l>
                  <l>The remnaunt is it good or ill,</l>
                  <l>Alas (qd. ſhe) that ye were bore,</l>
                  <l>For, for your loue this land is lore,</l>
                  <l>The queene is dead and that is ruth,</l>
                  <l>For ſorrow of your great vntruth,</l>
                  <l>Of two partes of the luſty rout,</l>
                  <l>Of ladies that were there about,</l>
                  <l>That wont were to talke and play,</l>
                  <l>Now are dead and cleane away,</l>
                  <l>And vnder earth tane lodging new,</l>
                  <l>Alas that euer ye were vntrew,</l>
                  <l>For when the time ye ſet was paſt,</l>
                  <l>The queene to counſaile ſone in haſt,</l>
                  <l>What was to doe, and ſaid great blame,</l>
                  <l>Your acquaintaunce cauſe would and ſhame,</l>
                  <l>And the ladies of their auiſe</l>
                  <l>Prayed, for need was to be wiſe,</l>
                  <l>In eſchewing tales and ſongs,</l>
                  <l>That by them make would ill tongs,</l>
                  <l>And ſey they were lightly conqueſt,</l>
                  <l>And prayed to a poore feaſt,</l>
                  <l>And foule had their worſhip weiued,</l>
                  <l>When ſo vnwiſely they conceiued,</l>
                  <l>Their rich treaſour, and their heale,</l>
                  <l>Their famous name, and their weale,</l>
                  <l>To put in ſuch an auenture,</l>
                  <l>Of which the ſclaunder euer dure</l>
                  <l>Was like, without helpe of appele,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore they need had of counſele,</l>
                  <l>For euery wight of them would ſay,</l>
                  <l>Their cloſed yle an open way</l>
                  <l>Was become to euery wight,</l>
                  <l>And well appreued by a knight,</l>
                  <l>Which he alas without payſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Had ſoone acheued thobeiſaunce:</l>
                  <l>All this was moued at counſell thriſe,</l>
                  <l>And concluded daily twiſe,</l>
                  <l>That bet was die without blame,</l>
                  <l>Than loſe the riches of their name,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore the deaths acquaintaunce</l>
                  <l>They cheſe, and left haue their pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>For doubt to liue as repreued,</l>
                  <l>In that they you ſo ſoone beleeued,</l>
                  <l>And made their othes with one accord,</l>
                  <l>That eat, ne drinke, ne ſpeake word,</l>
                  <l>They ſhould neuer, but euer weping</l>
                  <l>Bide in a place without parting,</l>
                  <l>And vſe their dayes in penaunce,</l>
                  <l>Without deſire of allegeaunce,</l>
                  <l>Of which the truth anon con preue,</l>
                  <l>For why the queen forth with her leue</l>
                  <l>Toke at them all that were preſent,</l>
                  <l>Of her defauts fully repent,</l>
                  <l>And died there withouten more,</l>
                  <l>Thus are we loſt for euermore,</l>
                  <l>What ſhould I more hereof reherſe,</l>
                  <l>Comen within come ſee her herſe,</l>
                  <l>Where ye ſhall ſee the piteous ſight,</l>
                  <l>That euer yet was ſhewen to knight,</l>
                  <l>For ye ſhall ſee ladies ſtond,</l>
                  <l>Ech with a great rod in bond,</l>
                  <l>Clad in black with viſage white,</l>
                  <l>Ready each other for to ſmite,</l>
                  <l>If any be that will not wepe,</l>
                  <l>Or who that makes countenaunce to ſlepe,</l>
                  <l>They be ſo bet, that all ſo blew</l>
                  <l>They be as cloth that died is new,</l>
                  <l>Such is their parfite repentance,</l>
                  <l>And thus they keepe their ordinance,</l>
                  <l>And will do euer to the death<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
                  </l>
                  <l>While them endures any breath.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>This knight tho in armes twaine,</l>
                  <l>This lady tooke and gan her ſaine,</l>
                  <l>Alas my birth, wo worth my life,</l>
                  <l>And euen with that he drew a knife,</l>
                  <l>And through gowne, doublet, and ſhert,</l>
                  <l>He made the blood come from his hert,</l>
                  <l>And ſet him downe vpon the greene,</l>
                  <l>And full repent cloſed his eene,</l>
                  <l>And ſaue that ones he drew his breath,</l>
                  <l>VVithout more thus he tooke his death,</l>
                  <l>For which cauſe the luſty hoaſt,</l>
                  <l>VVhich in a battaile on the coaſt,</l>
                  <l>At once for ſorrow ſuch a cry</l>
                  <l>Gan rere, thorow the company,</l>
                  <l>That to the heauen heard was the ſowne,</l>
                  <l>And vnder therth als fer adowne,</l>
                  <l>That wild beaſts for the feare,</l>
                  <l>So ſodainly afrayed were,</l>
                  <l>That for the doubt, while they might dure,</l>
                  <l>They ran as of their liues vnſure,</l>
                  <l>From the woods vnto the plaine,</l>
                  <l>And from the valleys the high mountaine</l>
                  <l>They ſought, and ran as beaſts blind,</l>
                  <l>That cleane forgotten had their kind.</l>
                  <l>This wo not ceaſed, to counſaile went</l>
                  <l>Theſe Lords, and for that lady ſent,</l>
                  <l>And of auiſe what was to done,</l>
                  <l>They her beſought ſhe ſay would ſone,</l>
                  <l>VVeeping full ſore all clad in blake,</l>
                  <l>This lady ſoftly to them ſpake,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, my lords by my trouth,</l>
                  <l>This miſchiefe it is of your flouth,</l>
                  <l>And if ye had that judge would right,</l>
                  <l>A prince that were a very knight,</l>
                  <l>Ye that ben of aſtate echone,</l>
                  <l>Die for his fault ſhould one and one,</l>
                  <l>And if he hold had the promeſſe,</l>
                  <l>And done that longs to gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And fulfilled the princes beheſt,</l>
                  <l>This haſty farme had bene a feaſt,</l>
                  <l>And now is vnrecouerable,</l>
                  <l>And vs a ſlaunder aye durable,</l>
                  <l>VVherefore I ſay as of counſaile,</l>
                  <l>In me is none that may auaile,</l>
                  <l>
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But if ye liſt for remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>Puruey and make ſuch ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>That the queene that was ſo meke,</l>
                  <l>With all her women dede or ſeke,</l>
                  <l>Might in your land a chappell haue,</l>
                  <l>With ſome remembraunce of her graue,</l>
                  <l>Shewing her end with the pity,</l>
                  <l>In ſome notable old city,</l>
                  <l>Nigh unto an high way,</l>
                  <l>Where euery wight might for her pray,</l>
                  <l>And for all hers that haue ben trew,</l>
                  <l>And euen with that ſhe changed hew,</l>
                  <l>And twiſe wiſhed, after the death,</l>
                  <l>And ſight, and thus paſſed her breath.</l>
                  <l>Then ſaid the Lords of the hoſt,</l>
                  <l>And ſo conclude leaſt and moſt,</l>
                  <l>That they would euer in houſes of thacke,</l>
                  <l>Their liues lead, and weare but blacke,</l>
                  <l>And forſake all their pleaſaunces,</l>
                  <l>And turn all joy to penaunces,</l>
                  <l>And beare the dead prince to the barge,</l>
                  <l>And named them ſhould haue the charge,</l>
                  <l>And to the hearſe where lay the queen,</l>
                  <l>The remnaunt went and down on kneen,</l>
                  <l>Holding their honds on high gon crie,</l>
                  <l>Mercy, mercy, eueriſh thrie,</l>
                  <l>And curſed the time that euer ſlouth</l>
                  <l>Should haue ſuch maſterdome of trouth,</l>
                  <l>And to the barge a long mile,</l>
                  <l>They hare her forth, and in a while</l>
                  <l>All the Ladies one and one,</l>
                  <l>By companies were brought echone,</l>
                  <l>And paſt the ſea and tooke the land,</l>
                  <l>And in new herſes on a ſand,</l>
                  <l>Put and brought were all anon,</l>
                  <l>Vnto a City cloſed with ſtone,</l>
                  <l>Where it had been vſed aye</l>
                  <l>The kings of the land to lay,</l>
                  <l>After they raigned in honours,</l>
                  <l>And writ was which were conquerours,</l>
                  <l>In an abbey of Nunnes which were blake,</l>
                  <l>Which accuſtomed were to wake,</l>
                  <l>And of vſage riſe ech a night,</l>
                  <l>To pray for euery liues wight,</l>
                  <l>And ſo befell as in the guiſe,</l>
                  <l>Ordeint and ſaid was the ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>Of the prince and of the queen,</l>
                  <l>So deuoutly as might been,</l>
                  <l>And after that about the herſes,</l>
                  <l>Many oriſons and verſes,</l>
                  <l>Without note full ſoftely,</l>
                  <l>Said were and that full heartily,</l>
                  <l>That all the night till it was day</l>
                  <l>The people in the Church con pray,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the holy Trinity,</l>
                  <l>Of thoſe ſoules to haue pity.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when the night paſt and ronne</l>
                  <l>Was, and the new day begonne,</l>
                  <l>The yong morrow with rayes red,</l>
                  <l>Which from the Sunne ouer all con ſpred,</l>
                  <l>Atempered clere was and faire,</l>
                  <l>And made a time of wholſome aire,</l>
                  <l>Befell a wonder caſe and ſtrange,</l>
                  <l>Among the people and gan change</l>
                  <l>Soone the word and euery woo,</l>
                  <l>Vnto a joy, and ſome to two:</l>
                  <l>A bird all fedred blew and greene,</l>
                  <l>With bright rayes like gold betweene,</l>
                  <l>As ſmall thred ouer euery joynt,</l>
                  <l>All full of colour ſtrange and coint,</l>
                  <l>Vncouth, and wonderfull to ſight,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the queens herſe con light,</l>
                  <l>And ſong full low and ſoftely,</l>
                  <l>Three ſongs in her harmony,</l>
                  <l>Vnletted of euery wight,</l>
                  <l>Till at the laſt an aged knight,</l>
                  <l>Which ſeemed a man in great thought,</l>
                  <l>Like as he ſet all thing at nought,</l>
                  <l>With viſage and ein all forwept,</l>
                  <l>And pale, as man long vnſlept,</l>
                  <l>By the herſes as he ſtood,</l>
                  <l>With haſty hondling of his hood,</l>
                  <l>Vnto a prince that by him paſt,</l>
                  <l>Made the bridde ſomewhat agaſt,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore ſhe roſe and left her ſong,</l>
                  <l>And depart from us among,</l>
                  <l>And ſpread her wings for to paſſe</l>
                  <l>By the place he entred was,</l>
                  <l>And in his haſt ſhortly to tell,</l>
                  <l>Him hurt, that backeward downe he fell,</l>
                  <l>From a window richly peint,</l>
                  <l>With liues of many diuers ſeint,</l>
                  <l>And bet his wings and bled faſt,</l>
                  <l>And of the hurt thus died and paſt,</l>
                  <l>And lay there well an houre and more,</l>
                  <l>Till at the laſt of briddes a ſcore,</l>
                  <l>Come and ſembled at the place</l>
                  <l>Where the window broken was,</l>
                  <l>And made ſwiche wamentacioun,</l>
                  <l>That pity was to heare the ſoun,</l>
                  <l>And the warbles of their throtes,</l>
                  <l>And the complaint of their notes,</l>
                  <l>Which from joy cleane was reuerſed,</l>
                  <l>And of them one the glas ſoone perſed,</l>
                  <l>And in his beke of colours nine,</l>
                  <l>An herbe he brought floureleſſe all grene,</l>
                  <l>Full of ſmall leaues and plaine,</l>
                  <l>Swart and long with many a vaine,</l>
                  <l>And where his fellow lay thus dede,</l>
                  <l>This hearbe down laid by his hede,</l>
                  <l>And dreſſed it full ſoftily,</l>
                  <l>And hong his head and ſtood thereby,</l>
                  <l>Which hearb in leſſe than halfe an houre,</l>
                  <l>Gan ouer all knit, and after floure</l>
                  <l>Full out and wexe ripe the ſeed,</l>
                  <l>And right as one another feed</l>
                  <l>Would, in his beake he tooke the graine,</l>
                  <l>And in his fellowes beake certaine</l>
                  <l>It put, and thus within the third</l>
                  <l>Vp ſtood, and pruned him the bird,</l>
                  <l>Which dead had be in all our ſight,</l>
                  <l>And both togither forth their flight</l>
                  <l>Tooke, ſinging from vs, and their leue,</l>
                  <l>Was none diſturb hem would ne greue,</l>
                  <l>And when they parted were, and gone</l>
                  <l>Thabbeſſe the ſeeds ſoone echone</l>
                  <l>Gadred had, and in her hand</l>
                  <l>The herb ſhe tooke, well auiſand</l>
                  <l>The leafe, the ſeed, the ſtalke, the floure,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid it had a good ſauour,</l>
                  <l>
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And was no common herb to find,</l>
                  <l>And well approued of vncouth kind,</l>
                  <l>And than other more vertuouſe,</l>
                  <l>VVho ſo haue it might for to vſe</l>
                  <l>In his need, flowre, leafe, or graine,</l>
                  <l>Of their heale might be certaine:</l>
                  <l>And laid it downe vpon the herſe</l>
                  <l>VVhere lay the queene, and gan reherſe,</l>
                  <l>Echone to other that they had ſeene,</l>
                  <l>And taling thus the ſede wex greene,</l>
                  <l>And on the dry herſe gan ſpring,</l>
                  <l>VVhich me thought a wondrous thing,</l>
                  <l>And after that floure and new ſeed,</l>
                  <l>Of which the people all tooke heed,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, it was ſome great miracle,</l>
                  <l>Or medicine fine more than triacle,</l>
                  <l>And were well done there to aſſay,</l>
                  <l>If it might eaſe in any way,</l>
                  <l>The corſes, which with torch light,</l>
                  <l>They waked had there all that night,</l>
                  <l>Soone did the lords there conſent,</l>
                  <l>And all the people thereto content,</l>
                  <l>With eaſie words and little fare,</l>
                  <l>And made the queenes viſage bare,</l>
                  <l>Which ſhewed was to all about,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore in ſwoone fell whole the rout,</l>
                  <l>And were ſo ſorry moſt and leaſt,</l>
                  <l>That long of weping they not ceaſt,</l>
                  <l>For of their lord the remembraunce,</l>
                  <l>Vnto them was ſuch diſpleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>That for to liue they called a paine,</l>
                  <l>So were they very true and plaine,</l>
                  <l>And after this the good abbeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Of the graine gan theſe and dreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Three, with her fingers cleane and ſmall,</l>
                  <l>And in the queenes mouth by tale,</l>
                  <l>One after other full eaſily,</l>
                  <l>She put and full conningly,</l>
                  <l>Which ſhewed ſoone ſuch vertue,</l>
                  <l>That preued was the medicine true,</l>
                  <l>For with a ſmiling countenaunce</l>
                  <l>The Queene vproſe, and of vſaunce,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe was wont to euery wight,</l>
                  <l>She made good cheere, for which ſight,</l>
                  <l>The people kneeling on the ſtones,</l>
                  <l>Thought they in heauen were ſoule &amp; bones:</l>
                  <l>And to the prince where he lay,</l>
                  <l>They went to make the ſame aſſay,</l>
                  <l>And when the Queene it vnderſtood,</l>
                  <l>And how the medicine was good,</l>
                  <l>She prayed ſhe might haue the graines,</l>
                  <l>To releue him from the paines</l>
                  <l>Which ſhe and he had both endured,</l>
                  <l>And to him went and ſo him cured,</l>
                  <l>That within a little ſpace,</l>
                  <l>Luſty and freſh on liue he was,</l>
                  <l>And in good hele, and hole of ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>And lough, and ſaid gramercy leech,</l>
                  <l>For which the joy throughout the town,</l>
                  <l>So great was that the bels ſown</l>
                  <l>Afraied the people, a journay,</l>
                  <l>About the city euery way,</l>
                  <l>And come and asked cauſe and why</l>
                  <l>They rongen were ſo ſtately?</l>
                  <l>And after that the queene, thabbeſſe</l>
                  <l>Made diligence or they would ceſſe,</l>
                  <l>Such, that of ladies ſoone a rout,</l>
                  <l>Sewing the queene was all about,</l>
                  <l>And called by name echone and told,</l>
                  <l>Was none forgetten young ne old,</l>
                  <l>There might men ſee joyes new,</l>
                  <l>When the medicine fine and trew,</l>
                  <l>Thus reſtored had euery wight,</l>
                  <l>So well the queene as the knight,</l>
                  <l>Vnto perfit joy and hele,</l>
                  <l>That fleting they were in ſuch wele</l>
                  <l>As folke that would in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Deſire more perfit paradiſe.</l>
                  <l>And thus when paſſed was the ſorrow,</l>
                  <l>With mikle joy ſoone on the morrow,</l>
                  <l>The king, the queene, and euery lord,</l>
                  <l>With all the Ladies by one accord,</l>
                  <l>A generall aſſembly</l>
                  <l>Great cry through the country,</l>
                  <l>The which after as their intent</l>
                  <l>Was turned to a Parliament,</l>
                  <l>Where was ordained and auiſed,</l>
                  <l>Euery thing and deuiſed,</l>
                  <l>That pleaſe might, to moſt and leaſt,</l>
                  <l>And there concluded was the feaſt,</l>
                  <l>Within the yle to be hold</l>
                  <l>With full conſent of young and old,</l>
                  <l>In the ſame wiſe as before,</l>
                  <l>As thing ſhould be withouten more,</l>
                  <l>And ſhipped and thither went</l>
                  <l>And into ſtraunge Realmes ſent,</l>
                  <l>To kings, queenes, and ducheſſes,</l>
                  <l>To diuers princes and princeſſes,</l>
                  <l>Of their linage and can pray,</l>
                  <l>That it might like them at that day</l>
                  <l>Of mariage, for their ſport,</l>
                  <l>Come ſee the yle, and them diſport,</l>
                  <l>Where ſhould be jouſts and turnaies,</l>
                  <l>And armes done in other waies,</l>
                  <l>Signifying ouer all the day</l>
                  <l>After Aprill within May,</l>
                  <l>And was auiſed that ladies tweine,</l>
                  <l>Of good eſtate and well beſeine,</l>
                  <l>With certaine knights and ſquiers,</l>
                  <l>And of the queenes officers,</l>
                  <l>In manner of an embaſſade,</l>
                  <l>With certain letters cloſed and made,</l>
                  <l>Should take the barge and depart,</l>
                  <l>And ſeeke my lady euery part,</l>
                  <l>Till they her found for any thing,</l>
                  <l>Both charged haue queene and king,</l>
                  <l>And as their lady and maiſtres,</l>
                  <l>Her to beſeke of gentilnes,</l>
                  <l>At the day there for to been,</l>
                  <l>And oft her recommaund the queen,</l>
                  <l>And prayes for all loues to haſt,</l>
                  <l>For but ſhe come all woll be waſt,</l>
                  <l>And the feaſt, a buſineſſe</l>
                  <l>Without joy or luſtineſſe:</l>
                  <l>And tooke them tokens and good ſpeed</l>
                  <l>Praid God ſend, after their need.</l>
                  <l>Forth went the ladies and the knights,</l>
                  <l>And were out fourteene daies and nights,</l>
                  <l>And brought my lady in their barge,</l>
                  <l>And had well ſped and done their charge:</l>
                  <l>Whereof the queene ſo hartily glad</l>
                  <l>Was, that in ſoth ſuch joy ſhe had,</l>
                  <l>
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When the ſhip approched lond,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe my lady on the ſond</l>
                  <l>Met, and in armes ſo conſtraine,</l>
                  <l>That wonder was behold them twaine,</l>
                  <l>Which to my dome during twelue houres,</l>
                  <l>Neither for heat ne watry ſhoures,</l>
                  <l>Departed not no company,</l>
                  <l>Sauing themſelfe but none them by,</l>
                  <l>But gaue them layſour at their eaſe,</l>
                  <l>To rehearſe joy and diſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>After the pleaſure and courages,</l>
                  <l>Of their young and tender ages:</l>
                  <l>And after, with many a knight,</l>
                  <l>Brought were, where as for that night</l>
                  <l>They parted not, for to pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Content, was hert and countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>Both of the queene, and my maiſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>This was that night their buſineſſe:</l>
                  <l>And on the morrow with huge rout,</l>
                  <l>This prince of lords him about,</l>
                  <l>Come and to my Lady ſaid,</l>
                  <l>That of her comming glad and well apaid</l>
                  <l>He was, and full commingly</l>
                  <l>Her thanked and full heartily,</l>
                  <l>And lough and ſmiled, and ſaid ywis,</l>
                  <l>That was in doubt, in ſafety is:</l>
                  <l>And commaunded do diligence,</l>
                  <l>And ſpare for neither gold ne ſpence,</l>
                  <l>But make ready, for on the morow,</l>
                  <l>Wedded with ſaint Iohn to borow,</l>
                  <l>He would be, withouten more,</l>
                  <l>And let them wite this leſe and more.</l>
                  <l>The morow come, and the ſeruice</l>
                  <l>Of mariage in ſuch a wiſe</l>
                  <l>Said was, that with more honour,</l>
                  <l>Was neuer prince ne conquerour</l>
                  <l>Wedde, ne with ſuch company,</l>
                  <l>Of gentilneſſe in chiualry,</l>
                  <l>Ne of Ladies ſo great routs</l>
                  <l>Ne ſo beſeen as all abouts</l>
                  <l>They were there, I certifie</l>
                  <l>You on my life withouten lie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And the feaſt hold was in tentis,</l>
                  <l>As to tell you mine entent is,</l>
                  <l>In a rome a large plaine</l>
                  <l>Vnder a wood in a champaine,</l>
                  <l>Betwixt a riuer and a well,</l>
                  <l>Where neuer had abbay, ne ſell</l>
                  <l>Ben, ne kirke, houſe, ne village,</l>
                  <l>In time of any mans age:</l>
                  <l>And dured three months the feaſt,</l>
                  <l>In one eſtate and neuer ceaſt,</l>
                  <l>From early the riſing of the ſonne,</l>
                  <l>Till the day ſpent was and yronne,</l>
                  <l>In juſting, dauncing, and luſtineſſe,</l>
                  <l>And all that ſowned to gentilneſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And as me thought the ſecond morrow,</l>
                  <l>When ended was all old ſorrow,</l>
                  <l>And in ſurety euery wight</l>
                  <l>Had with his lady ſlept a night,</l>
                  <l>The Prince, the Queene, and all the reſt,</l>
                  <l>Vnto my lady made requeſt,</l>
                  <l>And her beſought oft and praied,</l>
                  <l>To mewards to be well apaied,</l>
                  <l>And conſider mine old trouth,</l>
                  <l>And on my paines haue routh,</l>
                  <l>And me accept to her ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>In ſuch forme and in ſuch wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That we both might be as one,</l>
                  <l>Thus prayed the Queene, and euerichone:</l>
                  <l>And for there ſhould be no nay,</l>
                  <l>They ſtint juſting all a day,</l>
                  <l>To pray my lady and requere,</l>
                  <l>Be content and out of fere,</l>
                  <l>And with good heart make friendly cheare,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid it was a happy yeare:</l>
                  <l>At which ſhe ſmiled and ſaid ywis,</l>
                  <l>I trow well he my ſeruaunt is,</l>
                  <l>And would my welfare as I triſt,</l>
                  <l>So would I his, and would he wiſt</l>
                  <l>How and I knew that his trouth</l>
                  <l>Continue would without ſlouth,</l>
                  <l>And be ſuch as ye here report,</l>
                  <l>Reſtraining both courage and ſport,</l>
                  <l>I couth conſent at your requeſt,</l>
                  <l>To be named of your feſt,</l>
                  <l>And do after your vſaunce,</l>
                  <l>In obeying your pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>At your requeſt this I conſent,</l>
                  <l>To pleaſe you in your entent,</l>
                  <l>And eke the ſoueraine aboue,</l>
                  <l>Commanded hath me for to loue,</l>
                  <l>And before other him prefer,</l>
                  <l>Againſt which Prince may be no wer,</l>
                  <l>For his power ouer all raigneth,</l>
                  <l>That other would for nought him paineth,</l>
                  <l>And ſith his will and yours is one,</l>
                  <l>Contrary in me ſhall be none,</l>
                  <l>Tho (as me thought) the promiſe</l>
                  <l>Of marriage before the meſe,</l>
                  <l>Deſired was of euery wight,</l>
                  <l>To be made the ſame night,</l>
                  <l>To put away all maner douts</l>
                  <l>Of euery wight thereabouts,</l>
                  <l>And ſo was do, and on the morrow,</l>
                  <l>When euery thought and euery ſorrow</l>
                  <l>Diſlodged was out of mine hert,</l>
                  <l>With euery wo and euery ſmert,</l>
                  <l>Vnto a tent Prince and Princes,</l>
                  <l>Me thought, brought me and my maiſtres,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid we were at full age</l>
                  <l>There to conclude our marriage,</l>
                  <l>With ladies, knights, and ſquiers,</l>
                  <l>And a great hoſt of miniſters,</l>
                  <l>With inſtruments and ſounes diuerſe,</l>
                  <l>That long were here to rehearſe,</l>
                  <l>Which tent was church perochiall,</l>
                  <l>Ordaint was in eſpeciall,</l>
                  <l>For the feaſt and for the ſacre,</l>
                  <l>Where archbiſhop, and archdiacre</l>
                  <l>Song full out the ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>After the cuſtome and the guiſe,</l>
                  <l>And the churches ordinaunce,</l>
                  <l>And after that to dine and daunce</l>
                  <l>Brought were we, and to diuers playes,</l>
                  <l>And for our ſpeed ech with prayes,</l>
                  <l>And merry was moſt and leaſt,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid amended was the feaſt,</l>
                  <l>And were right glad lady and lord,</l>
                  <l>Of the marriage and thaccord,</l>
                  <l>
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And wiſhed vs hearts pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Ioy, hele, and continuaunce,</l>
                  <l>And to the minſtrils made requeſt,</l>
                  <l>That in encreaſing of the feſt,</l>
                  <l>They would touch their cords,</l>
                  <l>And with ſome new joyeux accords,</l>
                  <l>Mooue the people to gladneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And praiden of all gentilneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Ech to paine them for the day,</l>
                  <l>To ſhew his cunning and his play,</l>
                  <l>Tho began ſownes meruelous,</l>
                  <l>Entuned with accords joyous,</l>
                  <l>Round about all the tents,</l>
                  <l>VVith thouſands of inſtruments,</l>
                  <l>That euery wight to daunce them pained,</l>
                  <l>To be merry was none that fained,</l>
                  <l>VVhich ſowne me troubled in my ſleepe,</l>
                  <l>That fro my bed forth I lepe,</l>
                  <l>VVening to be at the feaſt,</l>
                  <l>But when I woke all was ſeaſt,</l>
                  <l>For there nas lady ne creature,</l>
                  <l>Saue on the wals old portraiture</l>
                  <l>Of horſmen, haukes, and hounds,</l>
                  <l>And hurt deere full of wounds,</l>
                  <l>Some like bitten, ſome hurt with ſhot,</l>
                  <l>And as my dreame ſeemed that was not,</l>
                  <l>And when I wake, and knew the trouth,</l>
                  <l>And ye had ſeen of very routh,</l>
                  <l>I trow ye would haue wept a weke,</l>
                  <l>For neuer man yet halfe ſo ſeke,</l>
                  <l>I went eſcaped with the life,</l>
                  <l>And was for fault that ſword ne knife</l>
                  <l>I find ne might my life tabridge,</l>
                  <l>De thing that kerued, ne had edge,</l>
                  <l>VVherewith I might my wofull pains</l>
                  <l>Haue voided with bleeding of my vains,</l>
                  <l>Lo here my bliſſe, lo here my paine,</l>
                  <l>VVhich to my lady I do complaine,</l>
                  <l>And grace and mercy her require,</l>
                  <l>To end my wo and buſie feare,</l>
                  <l>And me accept to her ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>After her ſeruice in ſuch auiſe,</l>
                  <l>That of my dreame the ſubſtaunce</l>
                  <l>Might turne once to cogniſaunce,</l>
                  <l>And cogniſaunce to very preue,</l>
                  <l>By full conſent, and good leue,</l>
                  <l>Or els without more I pray,</l>
                  <l>That this night, or it be day,</l>
                  <l>I mote vnto my dreame returne,</l>
                  <l>And ſleeping ſo forth aie ſojourne</l>
                  <l>About the yle of pleaſaunce,</l>
                  <l>Vnder my ladies obeiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>In her ſeruice, and in ſuch wiſe,</l>
                  <l>As it pleaſe her may to deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>And grace ones to be accept,</l>
                  <l>Like as I dreamed when I ſlept,</l>
                  <l>And dure a thouſand yeare and ten,</l>
                  <l>In her good will, Amen, Amen.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Faireſt of faire, and goodlieſt on liue,</l>
                  <l>All my ſecret to you I plaine, and ſhriue,</l>
                  <l>Requiring grace and of complaint,</l>
                  <l>To be healed or martyred as a ſaint,</l>
                  <l>For by my trouth I ſweare, &amp; by this booke,</l>
                  <l>Ye may both heale, and ſlea me with a looke.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Go forth mine owne true hert innocent,</l>
                  <l>And with humbleſſe, do thine obſeruaunce,</l>
                  <l>And to thy lady on thy knees preſent</l>
                  <l>Thy ſeruice new, &amp; think how great pleaſance</l>
                  <l>It is to liue vnder thobeiſance</l>
                  <l>Of her that may with her looks ſoft</l>
                  <l>Giue thee the bliſſe that thou deſireſt oft.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Be diligent, awake, obey, and drede,</l>
                  <l>And not too wild of thy countenaunce,</l>
                  <l>But meeke and glad, and thy nature feed,</l>
                  <l>To do each thing y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> may her pleaſance,</l>
                  <l>VVhen thou ſhalt ſleep, haue aie in remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>brance</l>
                  <l>Thimage of her which may with lookes ſoft</l>
                  <l>Giue thee the bliſſe that thou deſireſt oft.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And if ſo be that thou her name find</l>
                  <l>Written in booke, or els vpon wall,</l>
                  <l>Looke that thou as ſeruaunt true and kind,</l>
                  <l>Thine obeiſaunce as ſhe were therewithall,</l>
                  <l>Faining in loue is breeding of a fall</l>
                  <l>From the grace of her, whoſe lookes ſoft</l>
                  <l>May giue the bliſſe that thou deſireſt oft.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Ye that this Ballade read ſhall,</l>
                  <l>I pray you keepe you from the fall.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Flower and the Leaf.</head>
               <head type="sub">A Gentlewoman out of an Arbor in a Grove,
ſeeth a great company of Knights and Ladies
in a Dance upon the green Graſs: the which
being ended, they all kneel down, and do ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour
to the Daiſie, ſome to the Flower, and
ſome to the Leaf. Afterward this Gentlewo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man
learneth by one of theſe Ladies the mean<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
hereof, which is this: They which honour
the Flower, a thing fading with every blaſt,
are ſuch as look after Beauty and worldly
Pleaſure. But they that honour the Leaf, which
abideth with the Root, notwithſtanding the
Froſts and Winter ſtorms, are they which fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low
Vertue and during Qualities, without re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gard
of worldly Reſpects.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>WHen that Phebus his chaire of
gold ſo hie</l>
                  <l>Had whirled vp the ſterry sky
aloft,</l>
                  <l>And in the Boole was entred certainely,</l>
                  <l>When ſhoures ſweet of raine diſcended oft,</l>
                  <l>Cauſing the ground fele times and oft,</l>
                  <l>Vp for to giue many an wholeſome aire,</l>
                  <l>And euery plaine was clothed faire</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>With new green, &amp; maketh ſmall floures</l>
                  <l>To ſpringen here &amp; there in field &amp; in mede,</l>
                  <l>So very good and wholeſom be the ſhoures,</l>
                  <l>That it renueth that was old and dede,</l>
                  <l>In winter time, and out of euery ſede</l>
                  <l>Springeth the hearbe, ſo that euery wight</l>
                  <l>Of this ſeaſon wexeth glad and light.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And I ſo glad of the ſeaſon ſwete,</l>
                  <l>Was happed thus vpon a certaine night,</l>
                  <l>As I lay in my bed, ſleepe full vnmete</l>
                  <l>Was vnto me, but why that I ne might</l>
                  <l>Reſt, I ne wiſt, for there nas earthly wight</l>
                  <l>
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As I ſuppoſe had more hearts eaſe</l>
                  <l>Than I, for I nad ſickneſſe nor diſeaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wherefore I meruail greatly of my ſelfe,</l>
                  <l>That I ſo long withouten ſleepe lay,</l>
                  <l>And vp I roſe three houres after twelfe,</l>
                  <l>About the ſpringing of the day,</l>
                  <l>And on I put my geare and mine array,</l>
                  <l>And to a pleaſaunt groue I gan paſſe,</l>
                  <l>Long or the bright ſonne vp riſen was.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In which were Okes great, ſtreight as a line,</l>
                  <l>Vnder the which the graſſe ſo freſh of hew,</l>
                  <l>Was newly ſprong, and an eight foot or nine</l>
                  <l>Euery tree well fro his fellow grew,</l>
                  <l>With branches brode, lade with leues new,</l>
                  <l>That ſprongen out ayen the ſunne ſhene,</l>
                  <l>Some very red, and ſome a glad light grene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Which as me thought was right a plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſant
ſight,</l>
                  <l>And eke the briddes ſong for to here,</l>
                  <l>Would haue rejoyced any earthly wight,</l>
                  <l>And I that couth not yet in no manere</l>
                  <l>Heare the Nightingale of all the yeare,</l>
                  <l>Ful buſily herkened with hert and with eare,</l>
                  <l>If I her voice perceiue coud any where.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And at the laſt a path of little bread</l>
                  <l>I found, that greatly had not vſed be,</l>
                  <l>For it forgrowne was with graſſe and weed,</l>
                  <l>That well vnneth a wight might it ſe:</l>
                  <l>Thoght I this path ſome whider goth parde,</l>
                  <l>And ſo I followed, till it me brought</l>
                  <l>To right a pleaſaunt herber well ywrought,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That benched was, and with turfes new</l>
                  <l>Freſhly turued, whereof the grene gras,</l>
                  <l>So ſmall, ſo thicke, ſo ſhort, ſo freſh of hew,</l>
                  <l>That moſt like vnto green well wot I it was,</l>
                  <l>The hegge alſo that yede in compas,</l>
                  <l>And cloſed in all the greene herbere,</l>
                  <l>With ſicamour was ſet and eglatere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wrethen in fere ſo well and cunningly,</l>
                  <l>That euery branch and leaf grew by meſure,</l>
                  <l>Plaine as a bord, of an height by and by,</l>
                  <l>I ſee neuer thing I you enſure,</l>
                  <l>So well done, for he that tooke the cure</l>
                  <l>It to make ytrow, did all his peine</l>
                  <l>To make it paſſe all tho that men haue ſeine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſhapen was this herber roofe and all</l>
                  <l>As a prety parlour, and alſo</l>
                  <l>The hegge as thicke as a caſtle wall,</l>
                  <l>That who that liſt without to ſtond or go,</l>
                  <l>Though he would all day prien to and fro,</l>
                  <l>He ſhould not ſee if there were any wight</l>
                  <l>Within or no, but one within well might</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Perceiue all tho that yeden there without</l>
                  <l>In the field that was on euery ſide</l>
                  <l>Couered with corn and graſſe, y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> out of doubt,</l>
                  <l>Though one would ſeeke all the world wide,</l>
                  <l>So rich a field coud not be eſpide</l>
                  <l>On no coaſt, as of the quantity,</l>
                  <l>For of all good thing there was plenty.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And I that all this pleaſaunt ſight ſie,</l>
                  <l>Thought ſodainly I felt ſo ſweet an aire</l>
                  <l>Of the eglentere, that certainely</l>
                  <l>There is no heart I deme in ſuch diſpaire,</l>
                  <l>Ne with thoughts froward and contraire,</l>
                  <l>So ouerlaid, but it ſhould ſoone haue bote,</l>
                  <l>If it had ones felt this ſauour ſote.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And as I ſtood and caſt aſide mine eie,</l>
                  <l>I was ware of the faireſt Medle tree</l>
                  <l>That euer yet in all my life I ſie,</l>
                  <l>As full of bloſſomes as it might be,</l>
                  <l>Therein a goldfinch leaping pretile</l>
                  <l>Fro bough to bough, and as him liſt he eet</l>
                  <l>Here and there of buds and floures ſweet.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And to the herber ſide was joyning</l>
                  <l>This faire tree, of which I haue you told,</l>
                  <l>And at the laſt the brid began to ſing,</l>
                  <l>When he had eaten what he eat wold,</l>
                  <l>So paſſing ſweetly, that by manifold</l>
                  <l>It was more pleaſaunt than I coud deuiſe,</l>
                  <l>And when his ſong was ended in this wiſe,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Nightingale with ſo merry a note</l>
                  <l>Anſwered him, that all the wood rong</l>
                  <l>So ſodainly, that as it were a ſote,</l>
                  <l>I ſtood aſtonied, ſo was I with the ſong</l>
                  <l>Thorow rauiſhed, that till late and long,</l>
                  <l>I ne wiſt in what place I was, ne where,</l>
                  <l>And ayen me thought ſhe ſong euen by mine ere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wherefore I waited about buſily</l>
                  <l>On euery ſide, if I her might ſee,</l>
                  <l>And at the laſt I gan full well aſpie</l>
                  <l>Where ſhe ſat in a freſh grene laurer tree,</l>
                  <l>On the further ſide euen right by me,</l>
                  <l>That gaue ſo paſſing a delicious ſmell,</l>
                  <l>According to the eglentere full well.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Whereof I had ſo inly great pleaſure,</l>
                  <l>That as me thought I ſurely rauiſhed was</l>
                  <l>Into Paradice, where my deſire</l>
                  <l>Was for to be, and no ferther paſſe</l>
                  <l>As for that day, and on the ſote graſſe</l>
                  <l>I ſat me downe, for as for mine entent,</l>
                  <l>The birds ſong was more conuenient,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And more pleaſaunt to me by manifold,</l>
                  <l>Than meat or drinke, or any other thing,</l>
                  <l>Thereto the herber was ſo freſh and cold,</l>
                  <l>The wholeſome fauours eke ſo comforting,</l>
                  <l>That as I demed, ſith the beginning</l>
                  <l>Of the world was neuer ſeene or than</l>
                  <l>So pleaſaunt a ground of none earthly man.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And as I ſat the birds harkening thus,</l>
                  <l>Me thought that I heard voices ſodainly,</l>
                  <l>The moſt ſweeteſt and moſt delicious</l>
                  <l>That euer any wight I trow truly</l>
                  <l>Heard in their life, for the armony</l>
                  <l>And ſweet accord was in ſo good muſike,</l>
                  <l>That the voice to Angels moſt was like.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>At the laſt out of a groue euen by,</l>
                  <l>That was right goodly and pleaſant to ſight,</l>
                  <l>
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I ſie where there came ſinging luſtily</l>
                  <l>A world of ladies, but to tell aright</l>
                  <l>Their great beauty, it lieth not in my might,</l>
                  <l>Ne their array, neuertheleſſe I ſhall</l>
                  <l>Tell you a part, though I ſpeake not of all.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The ſurcotes white of veluet wele ſitting,</l>
                  <l>They were in clad, and the ſemes echone,</l>
                  <l>As it were a manner garniſhing,</l>
                  <l>Was ſet with Emerauds one and one,</l>
                  <l>By and by, but many a rich ſtone</l>
                  <l>Was ſet on the purfles out of dout</l>
                  <l>Of colors, ſleues, and traines round about.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As great pearles round and orient,</l>
                  <l>Diamonds fine and rubies red,</l>
                  <l>And many another ſtone, of which I went</l>
                  <l>The names now, and euerich on her head</l>
                  <l>A rich fret of gold, which without dread</l>
                  <l>Was full of ſtately rich ſtones ſet,</l>
                  <l>And euery lady had a chapelet</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>On her head of freſh and greene,</l>
                  <l>So wele wrought, and ſo meruellouſly,</l>
                  <l>That it was a noble ſight to ſeene,</l>
                  <l>Some of laurer, and ſome full pleaſantly</l>
                  <l>Had chapelets of woodbind, and ſadly</l>
                  <l>Some of Agnus caſtus were alſo</l>
                  <l>Chapelets freſh, but there were many of tho</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>That daunced and eke ſong full ſoberly,</l>
                  <l>But all they yede in manner of compace,</l>
                  <l>But one there yede in mid the company,</l>
                  <l>Soole by her ſelfe, but all followed the pace</l>
                  <l>That ſhe kept, whoſe heauenly figured face</l>
                  <l>So pleaſant was, and her wele ſhape perſon,</l>
                  <l>That of beauty ſhe paſt hem euerichone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And more richly beſeene by manifold</l>
                  <l>She was alſo in euery manner thing,</l>
                  <l>On her head full pleaſaunt to behold,</l>
                  <l>A crowne of gold rich for any King,</l>
                  <l>A braunch of Agnus caſtus eke bearing</l>
                  <l>In her hand, and to my ſight truly,</l>
                  <l>She lady was of the company.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſhe began a roundell luſtely,</l>
                  <l>That <hi>Suſe le foyle, de vert moy,</hi> men call,</l>
                  <l>Seen &amp; mon ioly cuer en dormy,</l>
                  <l>And then the company anſwered all,</l>
                  <l>With voice ſweet entuned, and ſo ſmall,</l>
                  <l>That me thought it the ſweeteſt melody</l>
                  <l>That euer I heard in my life ſoothly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And thus they came dauncing and ſinging</l>
                  <l>Into the middeſt of the mede echone,</l>
                  <l>Before the herber where I was ſitting,</l>
                  <l>And God wot me thought I was wel bigone,</l>
                  <l>For then I might auiſe hem one by one,</l>
                  <l>Who faireſt was, who coud beſt dance or ſing,</l>
                  <l>Or who moſt womanly was in all thing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>They had not daunced but a little throw,</l>
                  <l>When that I heard not ferre off ſodainly,</l>
                  <l>So great a noiſe of thundring trumps blow,</l>
                  <l>As though it ſhould haue departed the skie,</l>
                  <l>And after that within a while I ſie,</l>
                  <l>From y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſame groue where y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ladies come out,</l>
                  <l>Of men of armes comming ſuch a rout,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As all the men on earth had ben aſſembled</l>
                  <l>In that place, wele horſed for the nones,</l>
                  <l>Stering ſo faſt, that all the earth trembled:</l>
                  <l>But for to ſpeake of riches and ſtones,</l>
                  <l>And men and horſe I trow the large wones,</l>
                  <l>Of Pretir Iohn ne all his treſory,</l>
                  <l>Might not vnneth haue boght y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> tenth party.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of their array who ſo liſt heare more,</l>
                  <l>I ſhall rehearſe ſo as I can alite:</l>
                  <l>Out of the groue that I ſpake of before,</l>
                  <l>I ſie come firſt all in their clokes white,</l>
                  <l>A company that ware for their delite,</l>
                  <l>Chapelets freſh of okes ſeriall,</l>
                  <l>Newly ſprong, and trumpets they were all.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>On euery trumpe hanging a broad banere</l>
                  <l>Of fine Tartarium were full richely bete,</l>
                  <l>Euery trumpet his lords armes here</l>
                  <l>About their neckes with great pearles ſete,</l>
                  <l>Collers brode for coſt they would not lete,</l>
                  <l>As it would ſeem for their ſchochones echone,</l>
                  <l>Were ſet about with many a precious ſtone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Their horſe harneis was all white alſo,</l>
                  <l>And after them next in one company,</l>
                  <l>Came kings of armes and no mo</l>
                  <l>In clokes of white cloth of gold richly,</l>
                  <l>Chapelets of greene on their heads on hie,</l>
                  <l>The crowns y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they on their ſcochones bere,</l>
                  <l>Were ſet with pearle, ruby, and ſaphere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And eke great Diamonds many one,</l>
                  <l>But all their horſe harneis and other geare</l>
                  <l>Was in a ſute according euerychone,</l>
                  <l>As ye haue heard y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> foreſaid trumpets were,</l>
                  <l>And by ſeeming they were nothing to lere,</l>
                  <l>And there guiding, they did ſo manerly,</l>
                  <l>And after hem came a great company</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Of herauds and purſeuaunts eke,</l>
                  <l>Arrayed in clothes of white veluet,</l>
                  <l>And hardily they were no thing to ſeke,</l>
                  <l>How they on hem ſhould the harneis ſet,</l>
                  <l>And euery man had on a chapelet</l>
                  <l>Scochones and eke horſe harneis indede,</l>
                  <l>They had in ſute of hem that before hem yede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Next after hem came in armour bright</l>
                  <l>All ſaue their heads, ſeemely knights nine,</l>
                  <l>And euery claſpe and naile as to my ſight</l>
                  <l>Of their harneis, were of red gold fine,</l>
                  <l>With cloth of gold, and furred with ermine</l>
                  <l>Were the trappors of their ſtedes ſtrong,</l>
                  <l>Wide &amp; large, that to the ground did hong.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And euery boſſe of bridle and paitrell</l>
                  <l>That they had, was worth as I would wene,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand pound, and on their heads well</l>
                  <l>Dreſſed were crownes of laurer grene,</l>
                  <l>The beſt made that euer I had ſene,</l>
                  <l>And euery knight had after him riding</l>
                  <l>Three henſhmen on him awaiting.</l>
                  <l>
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Of which euery on a ſhort tron<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
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                  <l>His lords helme bare, ſo richly dight,</l>
                  <l>That the worſt was worth the ranſoun</l>
                  <l>Of a king, the ſecond a ſhield bright</l>
                  <l>Bare at his necke, the thred bare vpright</l>
                  <l>A mighty ſpere, full ſharpe ground and kene,</l>
                  <l>And euery child ware of leaues grene</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>A freſh chapelet vpon his haires bright,</l>
                  <l>And clokes white of fine veluet they were,</l>
                  <l>Their ſteeds trapped and raied right</l>
                  <l>Without difference as their lords were,</l>
                  <l>And after hem on many a freſh corſere,</l>
                  <l>There came of armed knights ſuch a rout,</l>
                  <l>That they beſprad the large field about.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And all they ware after their degrees</l>
                  <l>Chaplets new made of laurer grene,</l>
                  <l>Some of oke, and ſome of other trees,</l>
                  <l>Some in their honds bare boughs ſhene,</l>
                  <l>Some of laurer, and ſome of okes kene,</l>
                  <l>Some of hauthorne, and ſome of woodbind,</l>
                  <l>And many mo which I had not in mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſo they came their horſes freſhly ſtering</l>
                  <l>With bloody ſownes of her trompes loud,</l>
                  <l>There ſie I many an vncouth diſguiſing</l>
                  <l>In the array of theſe knights proud,</l>
                  <l>And at the laſt as euenly as they coud,</l>
                  <l>They took their places in middes of the mede,</l>
                  <l>And euery knight turned his horſe hede</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To his fellow, and lightly laid a ſpere</l>
                  <l>In the reſt, and ſo juſtes began</l>
                  <l>On euery part about here and there,</l>
                  <l>Some brake his ſpere, ſome drew down hors &amp; man,</l>
                  <l>About the field aſtray the ſteeds ran,</l>
                  <l>And to behold their rule and gouernaunce,</l>
                  <l>I you enſure it was a great pleaſaunce.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſo the juſts laſt an houre and more,</l>
                  <l>But tho that crowned were in laurer grene,</l>
                  <l>Wan the priſe, their dints were ſo ſore,</l>
                  <l>That there was none ayenſt hem might ſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtene,</l>
                  <l>And the juſting all was left off clene,</l>
                  <l>And fro their horſe the ninth alight anone,</l>
                  <l>And ſo did all the remnant euerichone.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And forth they yede togider twain &amp; twain,</l>
                  <l>That to behold it was a worthy ſight</l>
                  <l>Toward the ladies on the greene plaine,</l>
                  <l>That ſong &amp; daunced as I ſaid now right:</l>
                  <l>The ladies as ſoone as they goodly might,</l>
                  <l>They brake of both the ſong and dance,</l>
                  <l>And yede to meet hem with ful glad ſem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>blance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And euery lady tooke full womanly</l>
                  <l>By the hond a knight, and forth they yede</l>
                  <l>Vnto a faire laurer that ſtood faſt by,</l>
                  <l>With leues lade the boughes of great brede,</l>
                  <l>And to my dome there neuer was indede</l>
                  <l>Man, that had ſeene halfe ſo faire a tree,</l>
                  <l>For vnderneath there might it well haue be</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>An hundred perſons at their owne pleſance</l>
                  <l>Shadowed fro the heat of Phebus bright,</l>
                  <l>So that they ſhould haue felt no greuance</l>
                  <l>Of raine ne haile that hem hurt might,</l>
                  <l>The ſauour eke rejoice would any wight,</l>
                  <l>That had be ſicke or melancolius,</l>
                  <l>It was ſo very good and vertuous.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And with great reuerence they enclining low</l>
                  <l>To the tree ſo ſoot and faire of hew,</l>
                  <l>And after that within a little throw</l>
                  <l>They began to ſing and daunce of new,</l>
                  <l>Some ſong of loue, ſome plaining of vntrew,</l>
                  <l>Enuironning the tree that ſtood vpright,</l>
                  <l>And euer yede a lady and a knight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And at the laſt I caſt mine eye aſide,</l>
                  <l>And was waxe of a luſty company</l>
                  <l>That came roming out of the field wide,</l>
                  <l>Hond in hond a knight and a lady,</l>
                  <l>The ladies all in ſurcotes, that richely</l>
                  <l>Purfiled were with many a rich ſtone,</l>
                  <l>And euery knight of green ware mantles on.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Embrouded well ſo as the ſurcotes were,</l>
                  <l>And euerich had a chapelet on her hed,</l>
                  <l>Which did right well vpon the ſhining here,</l>
                  <l>Made of goodly floures white and red,</l>
                  <l>The knights eke that they in hond led</l>
                  <l>In ſute of hem ware chapelets euerychone,</l>
                  <l>And before hem went minſtrels many one.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>As Harpes, Pipes, Lutes, and Sautry</l>
                  <l>All in greene, and on their heads bare</l>
                  <l>Of diuers floures made full craftely</l>
                  <l>All in a ſute goodly chapelets they ware,</l>
                  <l>And ſo dauncing into the mede they fare,</l>
                  <l>In mid the which they found a tuft that was</l>
                  <l>All ouerſprad with floures in compas.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Whereto they enclined euerychone</l>
                  <l>With great reuerence, and that full humbly,</l>
                  <l>And at the laſt there began anone</l>
                  <l>A lady for to ſing right womanly</l>
                  <l>A Bargaret in praiſing the daiſie,</l>
                  <l>For as me thought among her notes ſwete,</l>
                  <l>She ſaid <hi>Si douſet &amp; la Margarete.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then they all anſwered her in fere,</l>
                  <l>So paſſingly well, and ſo pleaſauntly,</l>
                  <l>That it was a blisful noiſe to here,</l>
                  <l>But I not it happed ſuddainly,</l>
                  <l>As about noone the ſonne ſo feruently</l>
                  <l>Waxe hote, that the prety tender floures</l>
                  <l>Had loſt the beauty of her freſh colours.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For ſhronke with heat, the ladies eke to brent,</l>
                  <l>y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they ne wiſt where they hem might beſtow,</l>
                  <l>The knights ſwelt for lack of ſhade nie ſhent,</l>
                  <l>And after that within a little throw,</l>
                  <l>The wind began ſo ſturdily to blow,</l>
                  <l>That down goeth all the floures euerichone,</l>
                  <l>So that in all the mede there laft not one, leues,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Save ſuch as ſuccoured were among the</l>
                  <l>Fro euery ſtorme that might hem aſſaile,</l>
                  <l>Growing vnder hedges and thicke greues,</l>
                  <l>And after that there came a ſtorme of haile,</l>
                  <l>And raine in fere, ſo that withouten faile,</l>
                  <l>
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The ladies ne the knights nade o threed</l>
                  <l>Drie on them, ſo dropping was her weed.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And when y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſtorm was cleane paſſed away,</l>
                  <l>Tho in white that ſtood vnder the tree,</l>
                  <l>They felt nothing of the great affray,</l>
                  <l>That they in greene without had in ybe,</l>
                  <l>To them they yede for routh and pite,</l>
                  <l>Them to comfort after their great diſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>So faine they were the helpleſſe for to eaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Then I was ware how one of hem in grene</l>
                  <l>Had on a crowne rich and well ſitting,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I demed well ſhe was a Quene,</l>
                  <l>And tho in greene on her were awaiting,</l>
                  <l>The ladies then in white that were comming</l>
                  <l>Toward them, and the knights in fere</l>
                  <l>Began to comfort hem, and make hem chere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The Queen in white, that was of great beauty,</l>
                  <l>Took by the hond the queen y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> was in grene,</l>
                  <l>And ſaid, ſuſter, I haue right great pitie</l>
                  <l>Of your annoy, and of the troublous tene,</l>
                  <l>Wherein ye and your company haue bene</l>
                  <l>So long alas, and if that it you pleaſe</l>
                  <l>To go with me, I ſhall do you the eaſe,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In all the pleaſure that I can or may,</l>
                  <l>Whereof the tother humbly as ſhe might,</l>
                  <l>Thanked her, for in right ill array</l>
                  <l>She was with ſtorm and heat I you behight,</l>
                  <l>And euery lady then anone right</l>
                  <l>That were in white, one of them took in grene</l>
                  <l>By the hond, which when y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> knights had ſene,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In likewiſe ech of them tooke a knight</l>
                  <l>Clad in greene, &amp; forth with hem they fare,</l>
                  <l>To an hegge, where they anon right</l>
                  <l>To make their juſts they would not ſpare</l>
                  <l>Boughes to hew down, &amp; eke trees ſquare,</l>
                  <l>Wherwith they made hem ſtately fires great,</l>
                  <l>To dry their clothes y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> were wringing weat.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And after that of hearbs that there grew,</l>
                  <l>They made for bliſters of y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſunne brenning,</l>
                  <l>Very good and wholeſome ointments new,</l>
                  <l>Where y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> they yede the ſick faſt anointing,</l>
                  <l>And after that they yede about gadering</l>
                  <l>Pleaſaunt ſalades which they made hem eat,</l>
                  <l>For to refreſh their great vnkindly heat.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The lady of the Leafe then began to pray</l>
                  <l>Her of the Floure (for ſo to my ſeeming</l>
                  <l>They ſhould be as by their array)</l>
                  <l>To ſoupe with her, and eke for any thing,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe ſhould with her all her people bring:</l>
                  <l>And ſhe ayen in right goodly manere,</l>
                  <l>Thanketh her of her moſt friendly cheare,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Saying plainely that ſhe would obay</l>
                  <l>With all her hert all her commaundement,</l>
                  <l>And then anon without lenger delay</l>
                  <l>The lady of the Leafe hath one yſent</l>
                  <l>For a palfray, after her intent,</l>
                  <l>Arrayed well and faire in harneis of gold,</l>
                  <l>For nothing lacked, that to him long ſhold.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And after that to all her company</l>
                  <l>She made to puruey horſe and euery thing</l>
                  <l>That they needed, and then full luſtily,</l>
                  <l>Euen by the herber where I was ſitting</l>
                  <l>They paſſed all ſo pleaſantly ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nging,</l>
                  <l>That it would haue comforted any wight,</l>
                  <l>But then I ſie a paſſing wonder ſight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For then the nightingale, that all the day</l>
                  <l>Had in the laurer ſete, and did her might</l>
                  <l>The whole ſeruice to ſing longing to May,</l>
                  <l>All ſodainly gan to take her flight,</l>
                  <l>And to the lady of the Leafe forthright</l>
                  <l>She flew, and ſet her on her hond ſoftly,</l>
                  <l>Which was a thing I marueled of greatly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The goldfinch eke, that fro the medle tree</l>
                  <l>Was fled for heat into the buſhes cold,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the Lady of the Flower gan flee,</l>
                  <l>And on her hond he ſet him as he wold,</l>
                  <l>And pleaſauntly his wings gan to fold,</l>
                  <l>And for to ſing they pained hem both as ſore,</l>
                  <l>As they had do of all the day before.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And ſo theſe ladies rode forth a great pace,</l>
                  <l>And all the rout of knights eke in fere,</l>
                  <l>And I that had ſeen all this wonder caſe,</l>
                  <l>Thought I would aſſay in ſome manere,</l>
                  <l>To know fully the trouth of this matere,</l>
                  <l>And what they were that rode ſo pleaſantly,</l>
                  <l>And when they were the herber paſſed by,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>I dreſt me forth, and happed to mete anone</l>
                  <l>Right a faire Lady I you enſure,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe come riding by her ſelf alone,</l>
                  <l>All in white, with ſemblance ful demure:</l>
                  <l>I ſaluted her, and bad her good auenture</l>
                  <l>Might her befall, as I coud moſt humbly,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe anſwered, my doughter gramercy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Madame (qd. I) if that I durſt enquere</l>
                  <l>Of you I would faine of that company</l>
                  <l>Wit what they be that paſt by this arbere,</l>
                  <l>And ſhe ayen anſwered right friendly:</l>
                  <l>My faire doughter, all tho y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> paſſed here by</l>
                  <l>In white clothing, be ſeruaunts euerichone</l>
                  <l>Vnto the Leafe, and I my ſelfe am one.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>See ye not her that crowned is (qd. ſhe)</l>
                  <l>All in white? Madame (qd. I) yes:</l>
                  <l>That is Diane, goddeſſe of chaſtite,</l>
                  <l>And for becauſe that ſhe a maiden is,</l>
                  <l>In her hond the braunch ſhe beareth this,</l>
                  <l>That Agnus caſtus men call properly,</l>
                  <l>And all the ladies in her company</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Which ye ſe of that hearb chaplets weare,</l>
                  <l>Be ſuch as han kept alway her maidenheed:</l>
                  <l>And all they that of laurer chaplets beare,</l>
                  <l>Be ſuch as hardy were and manly indeed,</l>
                  <l>Victorious name which neuer may be dede,</l>
                  <l>And all they were ſo worthy of their hond,</l>
                  <l>In her time that none might hem withſtond.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And tho that weare chaplets on their hede</l>
                  <l>Of freſh woodbind, be ſuch as neuer were</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="614" facs="tcp:51487:327"/>
To loue vntrue in word, thought, ne dede,</l>
                  <l>But aye ſtedfaſt, ne for pleaſance ne fere,</l>
                  <l>Thogh that they ſhuld their herts all to tere,</l>
                  <l>Would neuer flit but euer were ſtedfaſt,</l>
                  <l>Till that their liues there aſunder braſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Now faire madame (qd. I) yet I would pray,</l>
                  <l>Your ladiſhip if that it might be,</l>
                  <l>That I might know by ſome maner way,</l>
                  <l>Sith that it hath liked your beaute,</l>
                  <l>The trouth of theſe Ladies for to tell me,</l>
                  <l>What that theſe knights be in rich armour,</l>
                  <l>And what tho be in grene &amp; weare the flour?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And why that ſome did reuerence to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> tre,</l>
                  <l>And ſome vnto the plot of floures faire:</l>
                  <l>With right good will my fair doghter (qd. ſhe)</l>
                  <l>Sith your deſire is good and debonaire,</l>
                  <l>Tho nine crowned be very exemplaire,</l>
                  <l>Of all honour longing to chiualry,</l>
                  <l>And thoſe certaine be called the nine worthy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Which ye may ſee riding all before,</l>
                  <l>That in her time did many a noble dede,</l>
                  <l>And for their worthineſſe full oft haue bore</l>
                  <l>The crowne of Laurer leaues on their hede,</l>
                  <l>As ye may in your old bookes rede,</l>
                  <l>And how that he that was a conquerour,</l>
                  <l>Had by laurer alway his moſt honour.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And tho that beare bowes in their hond</l>
                  <l>Of the precious laurer ſo notable,</l>
                  <l>Be ſuch as were I woll ye vnderſtond,</l>
                  <l>Noble knights of the round table,</l>
                  <l>And eke the douſeperis honourable,</l>
                  <l>Which they beare in ſigne of victory,</l>
                  <l>It is witneſſe of their deeds mightily.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Eke there be knights old of the Garter,</l>
                  <l>That in her time did right worthily,</l>
                  <l>And the honour they did to the laurer,</l>
                  <l>Is for by they haue their laud wholly,</l>
                  <l>Their triumph eke, and marſhall glory,</l>
                  <l>Which vnto them is more parfit richeſſe,</l>
                  <l>Than any wight imagine can or geſſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For one leafe giuen of that noble tree</l>
                  <l>To any wight that hath done worthily,</l>
                  <l>And it be done ſo as it ought to be,</l>
                  <l>Is more honour than any thing earthly,</l>
                  <l>Witneſſe of Rome that founder was truly</l>
                  <l>Of all knighthood and deeds maruelous,</l>
                  <l>Record I take of Titus Liuius.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And as for her that crowned is in greene,</l>
                  <l>It is Flora, of theſe floures goddeſſe,</l>
                  <l>And all that here on her awaiting beene,</l>
                  <l>It are ſuch that loued idleneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And not delite of no buſineſſe,</l>
                  <l>But for to hunt &amp; hauke, and pley in medes,</l>
                  <l>And many other ſuch idle dedes.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And for the great delite and pleaſaunce</l>
                  <l>They haue to the Floure, and ſo reuerently</l>
                  <l>They vnto it do ſuch obeiſaunce,</l>
                  <l>As ye may ſee, now faire Madame (qd. I)</l>
                  <l>If I durſt aske what is the cauſe and why,</l>
                  <l>That knights haue the ſigne of honour,</l>
                  <l>Rather by the Leafe than the Flour.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Soothly doughter (qd. ſhe) this is the trouth,</l>
                  <l>For knights euer ſhould be perſeuering,</l>
                  <l>To ſeeke honour without feintiſe or ſlouth,</l>
                  <l>Fro wele to better in all manner thing,</l>
                  <l>In ſigne of which with leaues aye laſting,</l>
                  <l>They be rewarded after their degree,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe luſty green May, may not appaired be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But aie keping their beautie freſh &amp; greene,</l>
                  <l>For there nis ſtorme that may hem deface,</l>
                  <l>Haile nor ſnow, wind nor froſts kene,</l>
                  <l>Wherfore they haue this property &amp; grace,</l>
                  <l>And for the Floure within a little ſpace</l>
                  <l>Woll be loſt, ſo ſimple of nature</l>
                  <l>They be, that they no greeuance may endure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And euery ſtorme will blow them ſoone away,</l>
                  <l>Ne they laſt not but for a ſeaſon,</l>
                  <l>That is the cauſe, the very trouth to ſay,</l>
                  <l>That they may not by no way of reaſon</l>
                  <l>Be put to no ſuch occupation,</l>
                  <l>Madame (qd. I) with all mine whole ſeruiſe,</l>
                  <l>I thanke you now in my moſt humble wiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For now I am acertained throughly</l>
                  <l>Of euery thing I deſired to know,</l>
                  <l>I am right glad that I haue ſaid ſoothly</l>
                  <l>Ought to your pleaſure if ye will me trow.</l>
                  <l>(Qd. ſhe ayen) but to whom do ye owe</l>
                  <l>Your ſeruice, and which will ye honour,</l>
                  <l>Tel me I pray, this yere, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Leafe or y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> Flour.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Madame (qd. I) though I leaſt worthy,</l>
                  <l>Vnto the Leafe I owe mine obſeruaunce:</l>
                  <l>That is (qd. ſhe) right well done certainly,</l>
                  <l>And I pray God to honour you auaunce,</l>
                  <l>And kepe you fro the wicked remembraunce</l>
                  <l>Of male bouch, and all his crueltie,</l>
                  <l>And all that good and well conditioned be.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>For here may I no lenger now abide,</l>
                  <l>I muſt follow the great company</l>
                  <l>That ye may ſee yonder before you ride,</l>
                  <l>And forth as I couth moſt humbly,</l>
                  <l>I tooke my leue of her as ſhe gan hie,</l>
                  <l>After them as faſt as euer ſhe might,</l>
                  <l>And I drow homeward, for it was nigh night</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>And put all that I had ſeene in writing</l>
                  <l>Vnder ſupport of them that luſt it to rede.</l>
                  <l>O little booke, thou art ſo vnconning,</l>
                  <l>How darſt thou put thy ſelf in prees for drede,</l>
                  <l>It is wonder that thou wexeſt not rede,</l>
                  <l>Sith y<hi rend="sup">t</hi> thou woſt full lite who ſhall behold</l>
                  <l>Thy rude language, full boiſtouſly vnfold.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="615" facs="tcp:51487:327"/>
               <head>Chaucers A. B. C. called
La Priere de noſtre Dame.</head>
               <head type="sub">Chaucer's A. B. C. called La Priere de noſtre Dame:
made, as ſome ſay, at the requeſt of Blanch,
Dutcheſs of Lancaſter, as a Prayer for her pri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vate
uſe, being a Woman in her Religion
very devout.</head>
               <lg>
                  <head>A</head>
                  <l>ALmighty and all merciable Queene,</l>
                  <l>To whom all this world fleeth for ſuc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cour,</l>
                  <l>To haue releaſe of ſinne, of ſorrow, of tene,</l>
                  <l>Glorious Virgine of all flouris flour,</l>
                  <l>To thee I flee confounded in errour,</l>
                  <l>Helpe and releeue almighty debonaire,</l>
                  <l>Haue mercy of mine perillous langour,</l>
                  <l>Venquiſt me hath my cruell aduerſaire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>B</head>
                  <l>Bounty ſo fixe hath in my heart his tent,</l>
                  <l>That well I wote thou will my ſuccour be,</l>
                  <l>Thou canſt not warn that with good entent,</l>
                  <l>Axith thine helpe, thine heart is aye ſo free:</l>
                  <l>Thou art largeſſe of plaine felicite,</l>
                  <l>Hauen and refute of quiete and of reſt,</l>
                  <l>Lo how that Theuis ſeuen chaſen me,</l>
                  <l>Helpe Lady bright, or that mine ſhip to breſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>C</head>
                  <l>Comfort is none, but in you Lady dere,</l>
                  <l>For lo mine ſinne and mine confuſioun,</l>
                  <l>W<hi rend="sup">ch</hi> ought not in thine preſence for to apere,</l>
                  <l>Han taken on me a greeuous actioun,</l>
                  <l>Of veray right and diſperatioun,</l>
                  <l>And as by right they mighten well ſuſtene,</l>
                  <l>That I were worthy mine damnatioun,</l>
                  <l>Nere mercy of you bliſful Quene.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>D</head>
                  <l>Dout is there none, Queen of miſericord,</l>
                  <l>That thou nart cauſe of grace &amp; mercy here,</l>
                  <l>God vouchedſafe through thee with vs to ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cord:</l>
                  <l>For certis, Chriſt is bliſful modir dere,</l>
                  <l>Were now the bow bent in ſwiche manere,</l>
                  <l>As it was firſt of juſtice and of ire,</l>
                  <l>The rightfull God would of no mercy here:</l>
                  <l>But through thee han we grace as we deſire.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>E</head>
                  <l>Euer hath mine hope of refute in thee be:</l>
                  <l>For here beforne full oft in many a wiſe,</l>
                  <l>Vnto mercy haſt thou receiued me,</l>
                  <l>But mercy Lady at the great aſſiſe,</l>
                  <l>When we ſhall come before the high Iuſtiſe,</l>
                  <l>So little freut ſhall then in me ben found,</l>
                  <l>That but thou or that day correct me,</l>
                  <l>Of very right mine werk will me confound.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>F</head>
                  <l>Flying, I flee for ſuccour to thine tent,</l>
                  <l>Me for to hide fro tempeſt full of drede,</l>
                  <l>Beſeking you, that ye you not abſent,</l>
                  <l>Though I be wick: O help yet at this nede,</l>
                  <l>All haue I been a beaſt in wit and dede,</l>
                  <l>Yet Lady thou mee cloſe in with thine own grace,</l>
                  <l>Thine enemy &amp; mine, lady take hede,</l>
                  <l>Vnto mine death in point is me to chaſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>G</head>
                  <l>Gracious maid &amp; modir, which that neuer</l>
                  <l>Were bitter nor in earth nor in ſee,</l>
                  <l>But full of ſweetneſſe and of mercy euer,</l>
                  <l>Help that mine fader be not wroth with me:</l>
                  <l>Speake thou, for I ne dare him not ſee,</l>
                  <l>So haue I done in earth, alas the while,</l>
                  <l>That certes but if thou mine ſuccour be,</l>
                  <l>To ſinke eterne he will mine ghoſt exile.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>H</head>
                  <l>He vouchedefafe, tell him, as was his will,</l>
                  <l>Become a man as for our alliaunce,</l>
                  <l>And with his blood he wrote that bliſfull bill</l>
                  <l>Vpon the croſſe as generall acquetaunce,</l>
                  <l>To euery penitent in full criaunce:</l>
                  <l>And therefore Lady bright, thou for vs prey,</l>
                  <l>Then ſhalt thou ſtent all his greeuaunce,</l>
                  <l>And maken our foe to failen of his prey.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>I</head>
                  <l>I wote well thou wilt been our ſuccour,</l>
                  <l>Thou art ſo full of bounty in certaine,</l>
                  <l>For when a ſoule falleth in errour,</l>
                  <l>Thine pity goeth, and haleth him againe,</l>
                  <l>Then makeſt thou his peace <hi>w<hi rend="sup">ch</hi>
                     </hi> his ſouerain,</l>
                  <l>And bringeſt him out of the crooked ſtrete:</l>
                  <l>Who ſo thee loueth, ſhall not loue in vaine,</l>
                  <l>That ſhall he find, as he the life ſhall lete.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>K</head>
                  <l>Kalenderis enlumined been they,</l>
                  <l>That in this world been lighted with thine name,</l>
                  <l>And who ſo goith with thee the right wey,</l>
                  <l>Him that not drede in ſoule to been lame,</l>
                  <l>Now Queen of comfort, ſith thou art y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ſame,</l>
                  <l>To whom I ſeech for my medicine:</l>
                  <l>Let not mine fo no more mine woundentame,</l>
                  <l>Mine hele into thine hond all I reſine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>L</head>
                  <l>Lady, thine ſorrow can I not portrey</l>
                  <l>Vnder y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> croſſe, ne his greeuous pennaunce:</l>
                  <l>But for your bothis peine, I you prey,</l>
                  <l>Let not our alder fo make his boſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>That he hath in his leſtis with miſchaunce,</l>
                  <l>Conuict that, ye both han bought ſo dere:</l>
                  <l>As I ſaid erſt, thou ground of ſubſtaunce,</l>
                  <l>Continue on vs thine pitous eyen clere.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>M</head>
                  <l>Moyſes that ſaw the boſh of flambis rede</l>
                  <l>Brenning, of which then neuer a ſticke-brend,</l>
                  <l>Was ſign of thine vnwemmed maidenhede,</l>
                  <l>Thou art the boſh, on which there can deſcend</l>
                  <l>The Holyghoſt, which that Moyſes weend</l>
                  <l>Had been on fire: and this was in figure.</l>
                  <l>Now Lady from the fire vs defend,</l>
                  <l>Which that in hell eternally ſhall dure.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>N</head>
                  <l>Noble princeſſe, that neuer haddeſt pere,</l>
                  <l>Certes if any comfort in vs bee,</l>
                  <l>That commeth of thee, Chriſtis moder dere,</l>
                  <l>We han none other melody ne glee,</l>
                  <l>Vs to rejoyce in our aduerſite,</l>
                  <l>Ne aduocat none, that will and dare ſo prey</l>
                  <l>For vs, and that for as little hire as ye,</l>
                  <l>That helpen for an Auemary or twey.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>O</head>
                  <l>O very light of eyen tho been blind,</l>
                  <l>O very luſt of labour and diſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>O treaſorere of bounty to mankind,</l>
                  <l>The whom God cheſe to moder for humbleſſe,</l>
                  <l>From his ancelle he made thee maiſtreſſe</l>
                  <l>Of heauen and earth, our bill vp to bede,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="616" facs="tcp:51487:328"/>
This world awaiteth euer on thine goodnes,</l>
                  <l>For thou ne failedeſt neuer wight at nede.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>P</head>
                  <l>Purpoſe I haue ſometime for to enquere,</l>
                  <l>Wherefore &amp; why the holy ghoſt thee ſought,</l>
                  <l>When Gabrielis voice come to thine ere,</l>
                  <l>He not to werre vs ſwich a wonder wrought,</l>
                  <l>But for to ſave vs, that ſithen bought:</l>
                  <l>Then needeth vs no weapon vs to ſaue,</l>
                  <l>But onely there we did not as vs ought,</l>
                  <l>Do penitence, and mercy aske and haue.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>Q</head>
                  <l>Queen of comfort, right when I me bethink,</l>
                  <l>That I agilt haue both him and thee,</l>
                  <l>And that mine ſoule is worthy for to ſinke:</l>
                  <l>Alas I caitife, wheder ſhall I flee,</l>
                  <l>VVho ſhall vnto thine ſonne mine mean be?</l>
                  <l>VVho but thine ſelfe, that art of pity well,</l>
                  <l>Thou haſt more routh on our aduerſitie,</l>
                  <l>Than in this world might any tongue tell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>R</head>
                  <l>Redreſſe me moder, and eke me chaſtiſe,</l>
                  <l>For certainly my faders chaſtiſing</l>
                  <l>Ne dare I not abiden in no wiſe,</l>
                  <l>So hideous is his full reckening,</l>
                  <l>Moder of whom our joy gan to ſpring,</l>
                  <l>Be ye mine judge, and eke my ſoules leech,</l>
                  <l>For euer in you is pity abounding,</l>
                  <l>To each that of pity will you beſeech.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>S</head>
                  <l>Sooth is, he ne graunteth no pity</l>
                  <l>VVithout thee: for God of his goodneſſe</l>
                  <l>Forgiueth none, but it like vnto thee:</l>
                  <l>He hath thee made <gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>icaire and maiſtreſſe</l>
                  <l>Of all this world, and eke gouernereſſe</l>
                  <l>Of heauen: and repreſſeth his juſtiſe</l>
                  <l>After thine will: and therefore in witneſſe</l>
                  <l>He hath thee crowned in ſo royal wiſe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>T</head>
                  <l>Temple deuout, ther God cheſe his wonning,</l>
                  <l>For which theſe misbeleeued depriued been,</l>
                  <l>To you mine ſoule penitent I bring,</l>
                  <l>Receiue me, for I can no ferther fleen.</l>
                  <l>With thornis venemous, heauen Queen,</l>
                  <l>For which the erth accurſed was ful ſore,</l>
                  <l>I am ſo wounded, as ye may well ſeene,</l>
                  <l>That I am loſt almoſt, it ſmert ſo ſore.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>V</head>
                  <l>Virgine that art ſo noble of apparaile,</l>
                  <l>That leadeſt vs into the high toure</l>
                  <l>Of Paradiſe, thou me wiſh and counſaile,</l>
                  <l>How I may haue thy grace and thy ſuccour:</l>
                  <l>All haue I been in filth and in errour,</l>
                  <l>Lady on that countrey thou me adjourne,</l>
                  <l>That cleaped is thine bench of freſh flour,</l>
                  <l>There as that mercy euer ſhall ſojourne.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>X</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Xpen</hi> thine ſonne that in this world alight</l>
                  <l>Vpon a croſſe to ſuffer his paſſioun,</l>
                  <l>And ſuffred eke that Longeus his hart pight,</l>
                  <l>And made his heart blood renne adoun,</l>
                  <l>And all this was for my ſaluatioun:</l>
                  <l>And I to him am fals and eke unkind,</l>
                  <l>And yet he will not mine dompnatioun:</l>
                  <l>This thanke I you, ſuccour of all mankind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>Y</head>
                  <l>Yſaac was figure of his death certaine,</l>
                  <l>That ſo ferre forth his fader would obey,</l>
                  <l>That him ne rought nothing for to be ſlain:</l>
                  <l>Right ſo thy ſonne liſt a lambe to dey:</l>
                  <l>Now Lady full of mercy I you prey,</l>
                  <l>Sith he his mercy ſured me ſo large,</l>
                  <l>Be ye not ſcant, for all we ſing or ſay,</l>
                  <l>That ye been fro vengeaunce aye our targe.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>Z</head>
                  <l>Zacharie you clepith the open well,</l>
                  <l>That wiſht ſinfull ſoule out of his guilt,</l>
                  <l>Therefore this leſſon out I will to tell,</l>
                  <l>That nere thine tender heart, we were ſpilt.</l>
                  <l>Now Lady bright, ſith thou canſt and wilt</l>
                  <l>Been to the ſeed of Adam merciable,</l>
                  <l>Bring vs to that paleis that is built</l>
                  <l>To penitentis, that ben to mercie able.</l>
               </lg>
               <trailer>Explicit.</trailer>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Jack Upland.</head>
               <head type="sub">In this Treatiſe is ſet forth the blind ignorance and
variable Diſcord of the Church<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>men, how rude
and unskilful they were in Matters and Princi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ples
of our Chriſtian Inſtitution. This is thought
to be that Crede which the Pellican ſpeaketh
of in the Plowmans Tale, in theſe Words:
<q>
                     <l>Of Freers I haue told before,</l>
                     <l>In a making of a Crede,</l>
                     <l>And yet I could tell worſe and more,</l>
                     <l>But men would werrien it to rede.</l>
                  </q>
               </head>
               <p>IAck Vpland make my mone to very God,
and to all true in Chriſt, that antichriſt
and his diſciples (by colour of holines)
walking and deceiuing Chriſts Church
by many falſe figures, wherethrough (by an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tichriſt
and his) many vertues been tranſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſed
to vices.</p>
               <p>But the fellieſt folke that euer Antichriſt
found, been laſt brought into the church, and
in a wonder wiſe, for they been of diuerſe ſects
of antichriſt, ſown of diuerſe countries &amp; kind<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>redes.
And all men knowne well, that they be
not obedient to biſhops, ne legemen to kings:
neither they tellen, ne ſowen, weden, ne rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pen
wood, corn, ne graſſe, neither nothing
that man ſhould helpe; but only themſelues
their liues to ſuſtein. And theſe men han all
manner power of God, as they ſein, in heauen
and in yearth, to ſell heauen and hell to
whom that hem liketh, and theſe wretches
weet neuer where to been themſelues.</p>
               <p>And therefore (freer) if thine order and
rules been grounded on Goddis law, tell
thou me Iack Vpland, that I aske of thee,
and if thou be or thinkeſt to be on Chriſtes
ſide, keepe thy paciens.</p>
               <p>SAnt Paule teacheth, That all our deedes
ſhould be do in charitie, &amp; els it is nought
worth, but diſpleaſing to God and harme to
<pb n="617" facs="tcp:51487:328"/>
our own ſouls. And for that freers challenge
to be greateſt clerkes of the church, and next
following Chriſt in liuing: men ſhould for
charitie aske them ſome queſtions, and pray
them to ground their anſweres in reaſon and
holy writ, for elſe their anſwer would nought
be woorth, be it flouriſhed neuer ſo faire, and
as me thinke men might skilfully aske thus
of a freer.</p>
               <p>1 Freer, how many orders be in earth, and
which is the perfecteſt order? Of what or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
art thou? Who made thine order?
What is thy rule? Is there any perfecter
rule than Chriſt himſelf made? If Chriſts
rule be moſt perfect, why ruleſt thou thee not
thereafter? Without more, why ſhall a freer
be more puniſhed if he break the rule that
his patron made, than if he break the heſts
that God himſelf made?</p>
               <p>2 Approoueth Chriſt any more religions
than one, That S. Iames ſpeaketh of? If
he approueth no more, why haſt thou left
his rule, and takeſt another? Why is a
freer apoſtata that leueth his order, and ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth
another ſect, ſith there is but one reli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gion
of Chriſt?</p>
               <p>3 Why be ye wedded faſter to your ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bits
than a man is to his wife? For a man
may leaue his wife for a year or two, as ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
men done: and if you leaue your habit
a quarter of a year, ye ſhould be holden
apoſtataes.</p>
               <p>4 Maketh your habit you men of religion
or no? If it doe, then euer as it weareth,
your religion weareth, and after that your
habit is better, your religion is better, and
when ye haue liggen it beſide, then lig ye
your religion beſide you, and been apoſta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taes:
why buy ye you ſo precious clothes,
ſith no man ſeeketh ſuch, but for vaine glo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry,
as S. Gregorie ſayth.</p>
               <p>What betokeneth your great hood, your
ſcaplerie, your knotted girdle, and your wide
cope?</p>
               <p>5 Why uſe ye all one colour, more than
other chriſtian men do? What betokeneth
that ye been clothed all in one manner clo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing?</p>
               <p>If ye ſay it betokeneth loue and charitie,
certes then ye be oft hypocrites, when any
of you hateth another, and in that that ye
wol be ſaid holy by your clothing.</p>
               <p>Why may not a freer weare clothing of
another ſect of freers, ſith holineſſe ſtondeth
not in the cloths?</p>
               <p>6 Why hold ye ſilence in one houſe more
than another, ſith men ought ouer all to
ſpeake the good and leaue the euil?</p>
               <p>Why eat you fleſh in one houſe more than
in another, if your rule and your order be
perfect, and the patron that made it?</p>
               <p>7 Why get ye your diſpenſations to haue
it more eaſie? Certes, either it ſeemeth that
ye be vnperfect, or he that made it, ſo hard,
that ye may not hold it. And ſiker, if ye hold
not the rule of your patrons, ye be not then
her freers, and ſo ye lie vpon your ſelues.</p>
               <p>8 Why make you as dede men, when yee
be profeſſed, and yet ye be not dede, but more
quicke beggars than you were before? and
it ſeemeth euil a dede man to go about and
beg.</p>
               <p>9 Why will ye not ſuffer your nouiſes hear
your councels in your chapter houſe, ere
that they haue ben profeſſed, if your coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cels
been true, and after Gods law?</p>
               <p>10 Why make yee you ſo coſtly houſes to
dwell in? ſith Chriſt did not ſo, and dede
men ſhould haue but graues, as falleth it to
dede men, and yet ye haue more courts than
many lords of England: for ye now wenden
through the realme, and ech night will lig in
your own courts, and ſo mow but right
few lords doe.</p>
               <p>11 Why heire you to ferme your limitors,
giuing therefore each yeare a certain rent,
and will not ſuffer one in anothers limitati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
right as yee were your ſelues lords of
countries?</p>
               <p>Why be ye not vnder your biſhops viſita<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions,
and ſeegemen to our king?</p>
               <p>Why aske ye no letters of bretherheads
of other mens praiers, as ye deſire that other
men ſhould aske letters of you?</p>
               <p>If your letters be good, why grant ye them
not generally to all manner of men for the
more charitie?</p>
               <p>12 Mowe ye make any man more perfect
brether for your prayers, than God hath by
our beleeue? by our baptiſme and his owne
grant? if ye mow, certes then ye be aboue
God.</p>
               <p>Why make ye men beleeue that your gol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den
trentall ſung of you, to take therefore
ten ſhillings, or at leaſt fiue ſhillings, woll
bring ſouls out of hell, or out of purgatorie?
if this be ſooth, certes ye might bring all
ſouls out of paine, and that woll ye nought,
and then ye be out of charitie.</p>
               <p>13 Why make ye men beleeue, that he that
is buried in your habit, ſhall neuer come in
hell, and ye weet not of your ſelfe whether
ye ſhall to hell or no? and if this were ſooth,
ye ſhould ſell your high houſes to make ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny
habites for to ſaue many mens ſoules.</p>
               <p>14 Why ſteal ye mens children for to make
hem of your ſect, ſith that theft is againſt
Gods heſts, and ſith your ſect is not perfect?
yee know not whether the rule that ye bind
him to, be beſt for him or worſt.</p>
               <p>15 Why vnderneme ye not your brethren
for their treſpaſſe after the law of the Goſpel,
ſith that vnderneming is the beſt that may
be? but ye put them in priſon oft, when they
do after Gods law, and by S. Auguſtines
rule: If any doe amiſſe, and would not
amend him, ye ſhould put him from you.</p>
               <p>16 Why coueit ye ſhrift, and burying of
other mens pariſhens, and none other ſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>crament
that falleth to chriſtian folke?</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="618" facs="tcp:51487:329"/>
Why buſie ye not to heare to ſhrift of poor
folke, as well as of rich lords and ladies, ſith
they mow haue more plenty of ſhrift fathers
than poor folke mow?</p>
               <p>Why ſay ye not the goſpel in houſes of
bedred men, as ye do in rich mens, that mow
goe to church and heare the goſpell?</p>
               <p>Why couet you not to bury poor folk
among you? ſith that they been moſt holy,
(as ye ſaine that ye been for your pouerty?)</p>
               <p>17 Why will ye not be at her diriges as
ye haue been at rich mens? ſith God praiſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
hem more than he doth other men.</p>
               <p>What is thy prayer worth? ſith thou wilt
take therefore, for all chapmen yee need to
bee moſt wiſe for dread of ſimony.</p>
               <p>What cauſe haſt thou, that thou wilt not
preach the goſpel, as God ſaith that thou
ſhouldſt? ſith it is the beſt lore and alſo our
beleeue.</p>
               <p>VVhy be ye euill apaid that ſecular
prieſtes ſhould preach the goſpell? ſith God
himſelfe hath bodden hem.</p>
               <p>18 VVhy hate ye the goſpell to be preach<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed,
ſith ye be ſo much hold therto? for ye win
more by yeare with <hi>In principio,</hi> than with all
the rules that euer your patrones made,
and in this minſtrels been better than ye,
for they contrarien not to the mirths that
they maken, but ye contrarien the goſpell
both in word and deed.</p>
               <p>19 Freer, when thou receiueſt a peny for
to ſay a maſſe, whether ſelleſt thou Gods bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy
for that peny, or thy prayer, or els thy tra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vell?
if thou ſaiſt thou wolt not trauell for
to ſay the maſſe, but for the peny, that cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
if this be ſooth, then thou loueſt too little
meed for thy ſoule: and if thou ſelleſt Gods
body, other thy prayer, then it is very ſimony,
and art become a chapman worſe than Iu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>das,
that ſold it for thirty pence.</p>
               <p>20 VVhy writeſt thou hir names in thy
tables that yeueth thee mony? ſith God
knoweth all thing: for it ſemeth by thy wri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting,
that God would not reward him, but
thou writeſt in thy tables, God would els
forgotten it.</p>
               <p>VVhy beareſt thou God in hand and ſlan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dereſt
him that he begged for his meat? ſith
he was Lord ouer all, for then had he been
vnwiſe to haue begged, and haue no need
thereto.</p>
               <p>Freer, after what lawe ruleſt thou thee?
where findeſt thou in Gods lawe that thou
ſhouldeſt thus beg?</p>
               <p>21 VVhat maner men needeth for to beg?</p>
               <p>For whom oweth ſuch men to beg?</p>
               <p>VVhy beggeſt thou ſo for thy brethren?</p>
               <p>If thou ſaiſt, for they haue need, then thou
doſt it for the more perfection, or els for the
leaſt, or els for the meane. If it be the moſt
perfection of all, then ſhould all thy brethren
do ſo, and then no man needed to beg but for
himſelf, for ſo ſhould no man beg but him
needed. And if it be the leaſt perfection, why
loueſt thou then other men more than thy
ſelfe? For ſo thou art not well in charity, ſith
thou ſhouldeſt ſeek the more perfection after
thy power, liuing thy ſelf moſt after God.
And thus leauing that imperfection, thou
ſhouldſt not ſo beg for them. And if it is a
good mean thus to beg as thou doſt, then
ſhould no man do ſo, but they been in this
good mean, and yet ſuch a mean granted to
you may neuer be grounded on Gods law,
for then both lerid and leaud that been in
mean degree of this world, ſhould go about
and beg as ye do. And if all ſhould do ſo, cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tes
well nigh all the world ſhould go about
and beg as ye done, and ſo ſhould there be
ten beggers againſt one yeuer.</p>
               <p>VVhy procureſt thou men to yeue thee
their almes, and ſaiſt it is ſo needful, and
thou wilt not thy ſelfe win thee that meed?</p>
               <p>22 VVhy wilt thou not beg for poor bedred
men, that been poorer than any of your ſect,
that liggen and mow not go about to help
himſelfes, ſith we be all brethren in God, and
that bretherhed paſſeth any other that ye or
any man could make, and where moſt need
were, there were moſt perfection, either els
ye hold them not your pure brethren, but
worſe, but then ye be vnperfect in your beg<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ging?</p>
               <p>VVhy make ye ſo many maiſters among
you, ſith it is againſt the teaching of Chriſt
and his Apoſtles?</p>
               <p>23 VVhoſe been all your rich courts that
ye han, and all your rich jewels? ſith ye ſeen
that ye han nought ne in proper ne in com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon.
If ye ſaine they been the Popes, why
gather ye then of poore men and lords ſo
much out of the kings hand to make your
pope rich? And ſith ye ſain that it is great
perfection to haue nought in proper be in
common, why be ye ſo faſt about to make the
pope, that is your father, rich, and put on
him imperfection? ſithen ye ſaine that your
goods been all his, and he ſhould by reaſon
be the moſt perfect man, it ſemeth openlich
that ye been curſed children ſo to ſlander
your father, and make him imperfect. And if
ye ſaine that the goods be yours, then do ye
ayenſt your rule; and if it be not ayenſt your
rule, then might ye haue both plough and
cart, and labour as other good men done,
and not ſo to beg by loſengery, and idle as
ye done. If ye ſay that it is more perfection
to beg, than to trauell or to worch with your
hand, why preach ye not openly, and teach
all men to do ſo? ſith it is the beſt and moſt
perfect life to y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> help of their ſouls, as ye make
children to beg y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> might haue been rich heirs.</p>
               <p>Why make ye not your feaſts to poor men,
and yeueth hem yefts, as ye done to the rich?
ſith poor men han more need than the rich?</p>
               <p>What betokeneth that ye goe tweine and
tweine togither? if ye be out of charity, ye
accord not in ſoule.</p>
               <p>Why beg ye and take ſalaries therto more
than other prieſts? ſith he that moſt taketh,
moſt charge hath.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="619" facs="tcp:51487:329"/>
24 Why hold ye not S. Francis rule and
his teſtament? ſith Francis ſaith, that God
ſhewed him this liuing and this rule: and
certes if it were Gods will, the Pope might
not fordo it: or els Francis was a lier, that
ſaied in this wiſe. And but this teſtament
that he made, accord with Gods will, or els
erred: he is a lier that were out of charitie:
and as the law ſaith, he is accurſed that let<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teth
the rightful laſt wil of a dead man. And
this teſtament is the laſt will of Francis that
is a dead man, it ſeemeth therefore that all
his freers been curſed.</p>
               <p>25 Why will ye not touch no coined money
with the croſſe, ne with the kings head, as ye
done other jewels both of gold and ſiluer?
certes if ye deſpiſe the croſſe or the kings
head, then ye be worthy to be deſpiſed of God
and the king: and ſith ye will receiue mony
in your hearts, and not with your hands, and
it ſeemeth that yee hold more holineſſe in
your hands than in your hearts, and then
be falſe to God.</p>
               <p>26 Why haue ye exempt you from our
kings laws, and viſiting of our biſhops more
than other chriſten men that liuen in this
realm, if ye be not guiltie of traitorie to our
realme, or treſpaſſers to your biſhops? But
ye will have the kings laws for the treſpaſſe
doe to you, and ye will haue power of other
biſhops more than other prieſts, and alſo
haue leaue to priſon your brethren as lords
in your courts more than other folks han
that ben the kings leegemen.</p>
               <p>27 Why ſhall ſome ſect of you freers pay
eche a yere a certaine to her generall prouin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cial
or miniſter, or els to her ſouereines: but
if he ſteale a certaine number of children (as
ſome men ſaine) and certes if this ben ſooth,
then yee be conſtreined upon certein pain to
do theft againſt Gods commaundement,
<hi>Non furtum facies.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>28 Why be ye ſo hardie to grant by letters
of fraternitie to men and women, that they
ſhall haue part and merite of all your good
deeds, and ye weten neuer whether God be
apayed with your deeds becauſe of your ſin?
Alſo yee witten neuer whether that man or
woman be in ſtate to be ſaved or damned,
then ſhall he haue no merit in heauen for his
owne deeds ne for none other mans. And all
were it ſo, that he ſhold haue part of your
good deeds: yet ſhould he haue no more than
God would giue him after that he were wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thie,
and ſo much ſhall each man haue of
Gods yeft without your limitation. But if
ye will ſay that ye been Gods fellowes, and
that he may not doe without your aſſent,
then be ye blaſphemers to God.</p>
               <p>29 What betokeneth that yee haue or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deined,
that when ſuch one as ye haue
made your brother or ſiſter, and hath a let<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter
of your ſeale, that letter mought bee
brought in your holy chapter, and there be
rad, or els yee will not pray for him. And
but ye willen pray eſpecially for all other that
were not made your brethren or ſiſtren, then
were ye not in right charitie, for that ought
to be commen, and namely in ghoſtly things.</p>
               <p>30 Freer, what charity is this, to ouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>charge
the people by mightie begging, vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der
colour of preaching or praying, or maſſes
ſinging? Sith holy write biddeth not thus,
but euen the contrary: for all ſuch ghoſtly
deeds ſhould be done freely, as God yeueth
them freely?</p>
               <p>31 Freer, what charitie is this, to beguile
children or they commen to diſcretion, and
bind hem to your orders, y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> ben not ground<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
in Gods law, againſt her friends will?
Sithen by this follie been many apoſtataes,
both in will and deed, and many beene apo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtataes
in her will during all her life, that
would gladly be diſcharged, if they wiſt how,
and ſo many ben apoſtataes, that ſhoulden
in other ſtates haue been true men.</p>
               <p>32 Freer, what charitie is this, to make
ſo many freers in euery country to the charge
of the people? ſith parſons and vicars alone,
ye ſecular prieſts alone, ye monkes and can<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nons
alone, with biſhops aboue them, were
ynough to the church to doe y<hi rend="sup">e</hi> prieſts office.
And to adde more than ynough, is a foule
errour, and great charge to the people, and
this openly againſt Gods will, that ordain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
all thyngs to be done in weight, number,
and meaſure. And Chriſt himſelfe was apai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
with twelve apoſtles and a few diſciples,
to preach and doe prieſts office to all the
whole world, then was it better doe than is
now at this time by a thouſand dele. And
right ſo as foure fingers with a thombe in a
mans hand, helpeth a man to worch, and
double number of fingers in one hand ſhould
let him more, and ſo the more number that
there were paſſing the meaſure of Gods or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dinaunce,
the more were a man letted to
worch: right ſo (as it ſeemeth) it is of
theſe new orders that ben added to the church,
without ground of holy write and Gods or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dinance.</p>
               <p>33 Freer, what charity is this, to the people
to lie, and ſay that ye follow Chriſt in pouer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tie
more than other men done? and yet in
curious and coſtly houſing, and fine and pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious
clothing, and delicious and liking
feeding, and in treaſure and jewels, and rich
ornaments, freers paſſen lords and other
rich worldly men, and ſooneſt they ſhould
bring her cauſe about (be it neuer ſo coſtly)
though Gods law be put aback.</p>
               <p>34 Freer, what charitie is this, to gather
vp the books of holy write, and put hem in
treſorie, and ſo empriſon them from ſecular
prieſts and curats, and by this cautel let
hem to preach the goſpel freely to the people
without worldly meed, and alſo to defame
good prieſts of hereſie, and lien on hem open<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
for to let hem to ſhew Gods law by the
holy goſpel to the chriſtian people?</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="620" facs="tcp:51487:330"/>
35 Freer, what charity is this, to faine
ſo much holines in your bodily clothing
(that ye clepe your habit) that many blind
fools deſiren to die therein more than in
another? and alſo that a freer that leueth
his habit late founden of men, may not be
aſſoiled till he take againe, but is apoſtata
as ye ſaine, and curſed of God and man
both? The freer beleeueth truth, and pa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tience,
chaſtity, meekneſſe and ſobriety, yet
for the more part of his life he may ſoon be
aſſoiled of his prior, and if he bring home to
his houſe much good by the yeare (bee it
neuer ſo falſely begged and pilled of the
poore and needy people in countries about)
he ſhall behold a noble freer, O Lord whe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
this be charity?</p>
               <p>36 Freer, what charity is this, to preaſe
vpon a rich man, and to intice him to bee
buried among you from his pariſh church,
and to ſuch rich men giue letters of frater<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity
confirmed by your generall ſeale, and
therby to bear him in hand that he ſhal haue
part of all your maſſes, mattens, preach<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ings,
faſtings, wakings, and all other good
deeds done by your brethren of your order
(both whileſt he liueth, and after that he
is dead) and yet he witten neuer whether
your deeds be acceptable to God, ne whe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
that man that hath that letter be able
by good liuing to receiue any part of your
deeds, and yet a poore man (that ye wite
well or ſuppoſen in certen to haue no good
of) ye ne giuen to ſuch letters, though he
be a better man to God than ſuch a rich
man: neuertheleſſe, this poore man doth
not retch therof. For as men ſuppoſen, ſuch
letters and many other that freers behoten
to men, be full falſe deceits of freers, out
of all reaſon, and Gods law and Chriſtian
mens faith.</p>
               <p>37 Freer, what charity is this, to be con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>feſſors
of lords and ladies, and to other
mighty men, and not amend hem in her li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving?
but rather as it ſeemeth, to be the
bolder to pill hir poore tenants and to liue in
lechery, and there to dwell in your office of
confeſſor for winning of worldly goods, and
to be hold great by colour of ſuch ghoſtly
offices? this ſeemeth rather pride of freeres,
than charity of God.</p>
               <p>38 Freer, what charity is this, to ſain that
who ſo liueth after your order, liueth moſt
perfectly, and next followeth the ſtate of
Apoſtles in pouerty and penance, and yet
the wiſeſt and greateſt clerks of you wend
or ſend, or procure to the court of Rome
to be made cardinals or biſhops of the popes
chaplens, and to be aſſoiled of the vow of
pouerty and obedience to your miniſters, in
the which (as ye ſain) ſtandeth moſt perfec<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion
and merit of your orders, and thus ye
faren as Phariſees that ſain one and do an
other to the contrary.</p>
               <p>Why name ye more the patron of your
order in your <hi>Confiteor</hi> when ye begin maſſe,
than other Saints, Apoſtles, or Martyrs,
that holy church hold more glorious than
hem, and clepe hem your patrons and your
auowries?</p>
               <p>Freer, whether was S. Francis in ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>king
of his rule that he ſet thine order in,
a foole and a liar, or elſe wiſe and true? If
ye ſain that he was not a foole, but wiſe:
ne a liar, but true: why ſhew you contra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
by your doing, when by your ſuggeſtion
to the Pope ye ſaid, that your rule that
Francis made was ſo hard, that ye mow
not liue to hold it without declaration and
diſpenſation of the pope, and ſo by your
deed? Ne let your patron a foole that
made a rule ſo hard that no man may well
keepe, and eke your deed prooueth him a
liar, where he ſaith in his rule, that he
tooke and learned it of the Holy Ghoſt. For
how might ye for ſhame pray the pope vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>do
that the holy Ghoſt bit, as when ye
prayed him to diſpenſe with the hardneſſe
of your order?</p>
               <p>Freer, which of the foure orders of fri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ers
is beſt to a man that knoweth not which
is the beſt, but would faine enter into the
beſt, and none other? If thou ſaieſt that
thine is the beſt, then ſaieſt thou that none
of the other is as good as thine, and in
this ech freer in the three other orders wooll
ſay that thou lieſt, for in the ſelf-ſame ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
ech other freer wooll ſay that his order
is beſt. And thus to ech of the foure or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ders
bin the other three contrary in this
point: in the which if any ſay ſooth, that
is one alone, for there may but one be the
beſt of foure. So followeth it, that if ech
of theſe orders anſwered to this queſtion as
thou doeſt, three were falſe, and but one
true, and yet no man ſhould wite who that
were. And thus it ſeemeth, that the moſt
part of freers bin or ſhould be liars in this
point, and they ſhould anſwere thereto. If
you ſay that another order of the freers is
better than thine, or as good; why tooke ye
not rather thereto as to the better, when
thou mightſt haue choſe at the beginning?
And eke why ſhouldſt thou be an apoſtata to
leaue thine order and take thee to that is
better, and ſo why goeſt thou not from
thine order into that?</p>
               <p>Freer, is there any perfecter rule of re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ligion
than Chriſt Godds ſonne gaue in
his goſpel to his brethren? Or than that re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ligion
that S. Iames in his epiſtle maketh
mention of? If you ſay yes, then putteſt
thou on Chriſt (that is the wiſedome of God
the father) vnkunning, vnpower, or euill will:
for then he could not make his rule ſo good
as an other did his. And ſo he had be vn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kunning,
that he might not ſo make his rule
ſo good as an other man might, and ſo were
he vnmighty, and not God, as he would
not make his rule ſo perfect as an other did
his, and ſo he had bin euill willed, namely
to himſelfe.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="621" facs="tcp:51487:330"/>
For if he might and could, and would
haue made a rule perfect without default,
and did not, he was not Gods ſonne al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mighty.
For if any other rule be perfec<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter,
than Chriſtes, then muſt Chriſtes rule
lacke of that perfection by as much as the
other weren more perfecter, and ſo were de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fault,
and Chriſt had failed in making of
his rule: but to put any default or failing
in God, is blaſphemie. If thou ſay that
Chriſtes rule, and that religion which
S. Iames maketh mention of, is perfecteſt;
why holdeſt thou not thilke rule without
more? And why clepeſt thou the rather of
S. Francis or S. Dominiks rule or reli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gion
or order, than of Chriſtes rule or
Chriſtes order?</p>
               <p>Freer, canſt thou any default or aſſigne in
Chriſtes rule of the goſpell (with the which
he taught all men likerly to be ſaued) if
they kept it to her ending? If thou ſay it
was too hard, then ſaieſt thou Chriſt lied;
for he ſaid of his rule: My yoke is ſoft,
and my burden light. If thou ſay Chriſtes
rule was too light, that may be aſſigned
for no default, for the better it may be kept.
If thou ſaiſt that there is no default in
Chriſtes rule of the Goſpell, ſith Chriſt
himſelf ſaith it is light and eaſie: what
need was it to patrons of freers to adde
more thereto? and ſo to make an harder
religion to ſaue freers, than was the reli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gion
of Chriſtes apoſtles and his diſciples
helden and were ſaued by. But if they
woulden that her freers ſaten aboue the apo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtles
in heauen for the harder religion that
they keepen here, ſo would they ſitten in
heauen aboue Chriſt himſelfe, for their more
and ſtrict obſeruations, then ſo ſhould they
be better than Chriſt himſelf with miſchance.</p>
               <p>Go now foorth and fraine your clerks,
and ground ye you in Gods law, and gif
Iacke an anſwer, and when ye han aſſoil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
me that I haue ſaid ſadly in truth, I
ſhall ſoile thee of thine orders, and ſaue thee
to heauen.</p>
               <p>If freers kun not or mow not excuſe hem
of theſe queſtions asked of hem, it ſeem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
that they be horrible gilty againſt God,
and hir euen chriſtian; for which gilts and
defaults it were worthy that the order that
they call their order were fordone. And it
is woonder that men ſuſteine hem or ſuffer
hir liue in ſuch maner. For holy write bid<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deth
that thou do well to the meeke, and
giue not to the wicked, but forbed to giue
hem bread, leaſt they be made thereby migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tier
through you.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Chaucer's Words unto his own
Scrivener.</head>
               <l>ADam Scriuener if euer it thee befall,</l>
               <l>Boece or Troiles for to write new,</l>
               <l>Vnder thy long locks thou maiſt haue the
ſcall,</l>
               <l>But after my making thou write more trew,</l>
               <l>So oft a day I mote thy werke renew,</l>
               <l>It to correct and eke to rubbe and ſcrape,</l>
               <l>And all is thorow thy negligence and rape.</l>
               <trailer>Et ſic eſt finis.</trailer>
            </div>
            <trailer>Thus Endeth the Works of <hi>Geffrey Chaucer.</hi>
            </trailer>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="622" facs="tcp:51487:331"/>
            <head>THE
Story of THEBES,
Compiled by John Lidgate, Monk of Bury.</head>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>The Prologue to the Story of THEBES.</head>
               <l>WHen bright Phebus paſſed was the
Ram</l>
               <l>Midde of Aprill, and into the Bull
came,</l>
               <l>And Saturne old, with his froſty face,</l>
               <l>In Virgine taken had his place,</l>
               <l>Melancolike, and ſlough of motion,</l>
               <l>And was alſo in the oppoſition</l>
               <l>Of Lucina the Moone, moiſt and pale,</l>
               <l>That many ſhoure fro heauen made auaile,</l>
               <l>When Aurora was in the morrow redde,</l>
               <l>And Iupiter in the Crabs hedde</l>
               <l>Hath take his paleis and his manſion,</l>
               <l>The luſty time, and joly freſh ſeaſon,</l>
               <l>When that Flora the noble mighty queene</l>
               <l>The ſo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#TECH" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>le hath clad in new tender greene,</l>
               <l>With her floures craftely meint,</l>
               <l>Braunch &amp; bough with red &amp; white depeint,</l>
               <l>Fleeting the Baume on hils and on vales,</l>
               <l>The time in ſooth, when Canterbury tales,</l>
               <l>Complet and told at many a ſundry ſtage</l>
               <l>Of eſtates in the pilgrimage,</l>
               <l>Eueriche man like to his degree,</l>
               <l>Some of diſport, ſome of moralitie,</l>
               <l>Some of knighthood, loue, and gentilleſſe,</l>
               <l>And ſome alſo of parfite holineſſe,</l>
               <l>And ſome alſo, in ſooth of ribaudry,</l>
               <l>To make laughter in the company,</l>
               <l>Ech admitted, for none would other greue,</l>
               <l>Like as the Cooke, the Miller, and the Reue,</l>
               <l>Aquite hemſelfe, ſhortly to conclude</l>
               <l>Boiſtouſly in her tearmes rude,</l>
               <l>When they hadden well dronken of the boll,</l>
               <l>And eke alſo with his pilled noll,</l>
               <l>The Pardoner beardleſſe all his chin,</l>
               <l>Glaſie eyes, and face of Cherubin,</l>
               <l>Telling a tale, to anger with the Frere,</l>
               <l>As openly the ſtory can you lere</l>
               <l>Word by word, with euery circumſtance,</l>
               <l>Echone ywrit, and put in remembrance,</l>
               <l>By him that was, if I ſhall not faine,</l>
               <l>Floure of Poetes, throughout all Bretaine,</l>
               <l>Which ſoothly had moſt of excellence</l>
               <l>In Rhetorike, and in eloquence,</l>
               <l>Rede his making, who liſt the trouth find,</l>
               <l>Which neuer ſhall appallen in my mind,</l>
               <l>But alway freſh been in mine memory,</l>
               <l>To whom be youe priſe, honour, and glory</l>
               <l>Of well ſeeing, firſt in our language,</l>
               <l>Cheef Regiſtrer in this pilgrimage,</l>
               <l>All that was told, foryeting nought at all,</l>
               <l>Feined tales, nor thing hiſtoriall,</l>
               <l>With many Prouerbes diuers and vncouth,</l>
               <l>By rehearſaile of his ſugred mouth,</l>
               <l>Of ech thing keeping in ſubſtaunce</l>
               <l>The ſentence hole, without variaunce,</l>
               <l>Voiding the chaffe, ſoothly for to ſaine,</l>
               <l>Enlumining the true piked greine,</l>
               <l>By crafty writing of his ſawes ſwete,</l>
               <l>Fro the time that they did mete.</l>
               <l>Firſt the Pilgrimes ſoothly euerychone,</l>
               <l>At Tabarde aſſembled one by one,</l>
               <l>And fro Southwerke, ſoothly for to ſey,</l>
               <l>To Canterbury riding on her wey,</l>
               <l>Telling a tale, as I rehearſe can,</l>
               <l>Liche as the hoſt aſſigned euery man,</l>
               <l>None ſo hardy, his bidding diſobey,</l>
               <l>And thus while that the pilgrimes ley</l>
               <l>At Canterbury, well lodged one and all,</l>
               <l>I not in ſooth what I may it call,</l>
               <l>Hap or Fortune, in concluſioun,</l>
               <l>That me befell, to enter into the toun,</l>
               <l>The holy ſaint plainely to viſite,</l>
               <l>After my ſickeneſſe vowes to acquite,</l>
               <l>In a Cope of blacke, and not of grene,</l>
               <l>On a palfray, ſlender, long, and lene,</l>
               <l>With ruſty bridle, made not for the ſale,</l>
               <l>My man toforne, with a void male,</l>
               <l>That of Fortune tooke mine Inne anone,</l>
               <l>Where y<hi rend="sup">•</hi> pilgrims were lodged euerychone,</l>
               <l>The ſame time her gouernour the hoſt,</l>
               <l>Stonding in hall, full of wind and boſt,</l>
               <l>Liche to a man wonder ſterne and fers,</l>
               <l>Which ſpake to me, &amp; ſaied anon dan Pers,</l>
               <l>Dan Dominike, dan Godfray, or Clement,</l>
               <l>Ye be welcome newly into Kent,</l>
               <l>Thogh your bridle haue nother boos ne bell,</l>
               <l>Beſeeching you, that ye will tell</l>
               <l>Firſt of your name, and what countre,</l>
               <l>Without more, ſhortly that ye be,</l>
               <l>That looke ſo pale, all deuoid of blood,</l>
               <l>Vpon your head a wonder thredbare hood,</l>
               <l>Well arrayed for to ride late?</l>
               <l>I anſwered, my name was Lidgate,</l>
               <l>Monke of Bury, nie fifty yeare of age,</l>
               <l>Come to this toune to doe my pilgrimage,</l>
               <l>As I haue hight, I haue thereof no ſhame.</l>
               <l>Dan Iohn (qd. he well brouke ye your name,</l>
               <l>Thogh ye be ſole, beeth right glad and light,</l>
               <l>Praying you to ſoupe with vs this night,</l>
               <l>And ye ſhall haue made at your deuis</l>
               <l>A great pudding, or a round hagis,</l>
               <l>A franche moile, a tanſe, or a froiſe,</l>
               <l>To been a Monke, ſlender is your coiſe,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="623" facs="tcp:51487:331"/>
Ye haue been ſicke, I dare mine head aſſure,</l>
               <l>Or let feed in a faint paſture,</l>
               <l>Lift vp your head, be glad, take no ſorrow,</l>
               <l>And ye ſhould home ride with vs to morrow,</l>
               <l>I ſay, when ye reſted haue your fill,</l>
               <l>After ſupper ſleepe will done none ill,</l>
               <l>Wrap well your head clothes round about,</l>
               <l>Strong nottie ale will make you to rout,</l>
               <l>Take a pillow, that ye lie not low,</l>
               <l>If need be, ſpare not to blow,</l>
               <l>To hold wind, by mine opinion,</l>
               <l>Will engender Colles paſſion,</l>
               <l>And make men to greuen on her rops,</l>
               <l>When they haue filled her maws &amp; her crops,</l>
               <l>But toward night eat ſome Fennell rede,</l>
               <l>Annis, Commin, or Coriander ſede,</l>
               <l>And like as I power haue and might,</l>
               <l>I charge you riſe not at midnight,</l>
               <l>Though it ſo be the Moone ſhine clere,</l>
               <l>I will my ſelfe be your Orlogere</l>
               <l>To morrow earely when I ſee my time,</l>
               <l>For we will forth parcell afore prime,</l>
               <l>Accompany parde ſhall doe you good,</l>
               <l>What looke vp Monke, for by Cockes blood</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt be merry, who ſo that ſay nay,</l>
               <l>For to morrow anone as it is day,</l>
               <l>And that it ginne in the Eaſt to daw,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt be bound to a new law,</l>
               <l>At going out of Canterbury toun,</l>
               <l>And lien aſide thy profeſſioun,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt not cheſe, nor thy ſelfe withdraw,</l>
               <l>If any mirth be found in thy maw,</l>
               <l>Like the cuſtome of this company,</l>
               <l>For none ſo proud, that dare me deny,</l>
               <l>Knight nor knaue, Chanon, Prieſt, ne Nonne</l>
               <l>To tell a tale plainely as they conne,</l>
               <l>When I aſſigne, and ſee time oportune,</l>
               <l>And for that we our purpoſe woll contune,</l>
               <l>We will homeward the ſame cuſtome vſe,</l>
               <l>And thou ſhalt not plainely thee excuſe:</l>
               <l>Be now well ware, ſtudy well to night,</l>
               <l>But for all this, be of heart light,</l>
               <l>Thy wit ſhall be the ſharper and the bet.</l>
               <l>And we anon were to ſupper ſet,</l>
               <l>And ſerued well vnto our pleaſance,</l>
               <l>And ſoone after by good gouernance,</l>
               <l>Vnto bed goeth euery manner wight,</l>
               <l>And toward morrow, as ſoon as it was light,</l>
               <l>Euery pilgrime, both bet and wors,</l>
               <l>As bad our hoſt, tooke anone his hors,</l>
               <l>When the Sunne roſe in the Eaſt full clere,</l>
               <l>Fully in purpoſe to come to dinere</l>
               <l>Vnto Oſpring, and breake there our faſt.</l>
               <l>And when we werne fro Canterbury paſt,</l>
               <l>Nought the ſpace of a bowe draught,</l>
               <l>Our hoſt in haſt hath my bridle raught,</l>
               <l>And to me ſaied, as it were in game,</l>
               <l>Come forth dan Iohn, by your chriſten name,</l>
               <l>And let vs make ſome manner mirth or play,</l>
               <l>* Shete your ports a twenty deuill way,</l>
               <l>Is no diſport ſo to patere and ſay,</l>
               <l>It woll make your lips wonder dray,</l>
               <l>Tell ſome tale, and make thereof a jape,</l>
               <l>For by my Rouncie thou ſhalt it not eſcape,</l>
               <l>But preach not of none holineſſe,</l>
               <l>Ginne ſome tale of mirth or of gladneſſe,</l>
               <l>And nodde not with thine heauy becke,</l>
               <l>Tell vs ſome thing that draweth to effect,</l>
               <l>Onely of joy make no lenger let.</l>
               <l>And when I ſaw it would be no bet,</l>
               <l>I obeyed vnto his bidding,</l>
               <l>So as the law me bound in all thing,</l>
               <l>And as I coud, with a pale cheare,</l>
               <l>My tale I gan anone, as ye ſhall heare.</l>
               <trailer>Finitur Prologus de Thebes. Et ſequitur quoque
pars prima libri.</trailer>
            </div>
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               <head>Here beginneth the Hiſtory of the Deſtruction of the
City of THEBES.</head>
               <l>SIrs (qd. I) ſith of your courteſie</l>
               <l>I entred am into your companie,</l>
               <l>And admitted a tale for to tell,</l>
               <l>By him that hath power to compell,</l>
               <l>I meane our hoſt, gouernour and guide</l>
               <l>Of you echone riding here beſide:</l>
               <l>Though that my wit barrain be and dull,</l>
               <l>I will rehearſe a ſtory wonderfull,</l>
               <l>Touching the ſiege and deſtruction</l>
               <l>Of worthy Thebes, the mighty royal toun,</l>
               <l>Built and begonne of old antiquitie,</l>
               <l>Vpon the time of worthy Ioſue,</l>
               <l>By diligence of king Amphion,</l>
               <l>Cheefe cauſe firſt of his foundation,</l>
               <l>For which his fame, which neuer ſhall away,</l>
               <l>In honour floureth yet vnto this day,</l>
               <l>And in ſtory remembred is and preiſed,</l>
               <l>But how the wals were on height reiſed,</l>
               <l>It is wonder and marueile for to here,</l>
               <l>But if you liſt, I ſhall you platly lere</l>
               <l>The manner hole, platly in ſentence,</l>
               <l>Vnder ſupport of your patience,</l>
               <l>As write mine author, and Bochas both two,</l>
               <l>Rede her bookes, and ye ſhall find it ſo,</l>
               <l>How this king, this prudent Amphion,</l>
               <l>With his ſweetneſſe and melodious ſoun,</l>
               <l>The city built, that whylome was ſo ſtrong,</l>
               <l>By Armonie of his ſweet ſong,</l>
               <l>And vertue onely of the werbles ſharpe</l>
               <l>That he made in Mercuries Harpe,</l>
               <l>Of which the ſtrengs were not touched ſoft,</l>
               <l>Whereby the wals reiſed were aloft,</l>
               <l>Without craft of any mans hand,</l>
               <l>Full yore ago, midde of Greekes land,</l>
               <l>Which is a thing of Poets told,</l>
               <l>Neuer yſeine nother of yong nor old,</l>
               <l>But as Bocchas liſt to ſpecifie,</l>
               <l>Cleare expouning this darke Poeſie,</l>
               <l>Sith Mercury, god of eloquence,</l>
               <l>Yafe by the might of heauenly influence,</l>
               <l>
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Vnto this King, at his Nativite,</l>
               <l>Through glad aſpects, that he ſhould be</l>
               <l>Moſt excellent, by craft of Rhetorike,</l>
               <l>That in this world was none to him like,</l>
               <l>Which ſignifieth, to hem that ben prudent,</l>
               <l>The Muſical, the luſty inſtrument,</l>
               <l>I mean the harpe moſt melodious,</l>
               <l>Yove to this King by Mercurious,</l>
               <l>And his ſong, this author can you teach,</l>
               <l>Was nothing but the crafty ſpeech</l>
               <l>Of this King, ycalled Amphion,</l>
               <l>Whereby he made the Countries environ</l>
               <l>To have ſuch luſt in his words ſweet,</l>
               <l>That were ſo pleaſant, favourable, &amp; meet</l>
               <l>In her eares, that ſhortly there was none</l>
               <l>Diſobeiſaunt with the King to gone,</l>
               <l>Whereſoeuer that him liſt to aſſigne:</l>
               <l>His chere, his port was eft ſo benigne,</l>
               <l>That through his ſtering and exhortatioun</l>
               <l>With him they went firſt to build this toun,</l>
               <l>And forſooke ech man his country,</l>
               <l>By one aſſent to make this city</l>
               <l>Royall and rich, that liche was none,</l>
               <l>And thus the wals, made of lime and ſtone,</l>
               <l>Were reiſed firſt by ſinging of this king,</l>
               <l>Liche as Poetes feine in her writing,</l>
               <l>Paſſing rich, and ro