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When Flora, the Quene of Pleasaunce, Had hol acheved th' obessiaunce Of the freshe and new season Thorowte every region, And withe her mantell hol covert That winter made had discovert, Of aventure, without light, In May I lay uppon a nyght Allone, and on my lady thowght And how the Lord that her wrought Couthe well entayle in imagerye1 And shewed had great masterye When he in so litle space Made suche a body and a face: So great beawty, with suche features, More then in other creatures. And in my thowghtes, as I laye In a lodge out of the waye, Beside a well in a foreste, Wher after huntinge I toke reste, Nature and kynd so in me wrought That halfe on slepe thay me browght, And gan to dreme, to my thinkinge, With minde of knowledge leke wakinge. For what I dreamed, as me thought, I sawe it, and I slepte nought. Wherfore is yet my full beleve That some good spirite, that eve, By maner of some cureux port Bare me where I saw payne and sport. But wether it were I woke or slept, Well wot I oft I laught and wepte. Wherefor I woll in remembraunce Put hole the paine and the pleasaunce Whiche was to me axes and heale. Wold God ye wiste it every dele! Or at the least ye might on night Of suche another have a syght. Althowghe it were to yow a payne, Yet, on the morrowe, ye wold be fayne And wishe it might longe duer. Then might you saye ye had good eure! For who that dremes and wenes he see, Muche the better yet may hee Wit what, and of home, and where, And eke the lesse it wol him deare. To thinke I se thus withe myne eyne! Iwis this may no dreme bene, But signe or signiffiaunce Of hasty thinge, soundinge pleasaunce.2 For on this wise uppon a nyght, As ye have hard, witheout light, Not all wakynge ne full on slepe, Abowte suche houre as lovers wepe And cry after ther ladies grace, Befell me this wonder case Whiche ye shall here and all the wise As holly as I cane devise In playne Englishe, evell writton; For slepe wrightter, well ye weten, Excused is, thowghe he do mise, More then on that wakinge is. Wherefor, here, of your gentulnes I you requier my boysteousnes Ye let passe as thinge rude, And hereth what I woll conclude; And of th' enditinge takethe no hede, Ne of the termes, so God you sped, But let all passe as nothinge were: For thus befell as ye shall here. Withein an ylle me thowght I was Where wall and yate was all of glasse, And so was closed rounde abowte That leveles non come in ne owt: Uncothe and straunge to beholde. For every yate of fine golde A thousannd fannes ay turninge Entuned had, and birdes singinge Diverse, and on eche fanne a payer Withe open mouthe agayne th' ayer. And of a suite were all the towers Sotilly carven after flowers Of uncothe colours, duringe aye, That never been none sene in May, Withe many a smale turret highe. But mane on lyve culd I non spye, Ne creatures save ladyes playe, Wiche were suche of ther arraye That, as me thowght, of godlyhed They passen all and womanhed. For to beholde hem daunce and singe Hit semed like none earthely thinge, Suche was ther uncoth countenaunce In every playe of right usaunce.3 And of one age everychon They semed all, save only one Wiche had of yeres sufficaunce; For she might neyther singe ne daunce, But yet her countenaunce was as glad As she as few yeres had hadd As any lady that was there; And as litle it did her dere Of lustines to laugh and tale As she had full stuffed a male Of disport and new playes. Fayre had she been in her dayes, And mistres semed well to be Of all that lusty companye; And so she might, I you ensure, For on the coningest creature She was, and so sayd everychone That ever her knew, ther fayled none; For she was sobre and well avised, And from every fault disguysed, And nothinge used but faythe and trothe. That she nas younge hit was great routhe, For everywhere and in eche place She governed her, that in grace She stod alwaye withe pore and riche, That, in a word, was none her liche, Ne halfe so able misteres to be To suche a lustye company. Byfell me so, when I avised Had the yle, at me sufficed, And hol th' astate everywhere That in that lusty yle was there, Wiche was more wonder to devise Then the joieux paradise, I dare well say; for flower, ne tree, Ne thinge wherein pleassaunce myght be, Ther fayled none for every wighte; Had thay desyred day and nyghte Richesse, hele, beauwty, and ease, Withe everye thinge that hem might please, Thynke, and have, hit cost no more. In suche a countrye there before Had I not been, ne hard tell That lyves creature might dwell. And when I had thus all abowght The yle advised thorowghte The state and how they were arrayed, In my harte I wex well payed, And in my self I me assured That in my body I was well eured, Sithe I might have suche a grace To se the ladyes and the place Wiche were so fayer, I you ensure, That to my dome, thowghe that nature Wold ever strive and do hir payne, She shuld not con ne mowe attaigne The lest feature to amende; Thowgh she wold all hir coninge spende That to beawty might availe, Hit were but payne and lost travayle: Suche parte in ther nativite Was hem alarged of beawtie. And eke they had a thinge notable Unto ther deathe ay durable, And was that ther beawte shuld dure, Wiche was never seen in creature; Save only ther, as I trowe, Hit hathe not be wist ne know. Wherefore I praise with ther coninge That duringe bewte, riche thinge; Had thay been of ther lyves certaigne, Thay had been qwyt of every payne. And when I wend thus all have seen, Th' estate, the riches, that might been, That me thowght impossible were To se one thinge more then was there That to beautie or glad coninge Serve or avayle might ony thinge, All sodenly, as I there stode, This lady, that couth so moche good, Unto me come withe smilinge chere And sayd: 'Benedicite! This yere Saw I never man here but you. Tell me how ye come hether nowe, And your name, and were you dwell, And whom ye sek eke mot ye tell, And how ye come be to this place. The soth well told may cause you grace; And else ye mote prisoner be Unto these ladyes here and me That han the governaunce of this yle.' And withe that word she gane to smyle, And so dyd all the lusty rowte Of ladyes that stode her abowte. 'Madame,' quod I, 'this night paste, Lodged I was and slepte faste In a forest beside a well, And nowe ame here. How shuld I tell? Wot I not by whos ordinaunce, But only Fortunes purveaunce Wiche puttes many, as I gesse, To travell, payne, and busines, And lettes nothinge for ther trowth But some sleethe eke, and that is rowth; Wherefore I dowt hir britelnes, Hir variaunce and unstedfastnes, So that I am as yet affrayd And of my beinge here amayed; For wondre thinge, semethe me, Thus many freshe ladyes to see, So fayer, so connynge, and so yonge, And no mane dwellethe hem amonge. Wot I not how I hether come, Madame,' quod I, 'this all and some. 4 What shuld I feyne a longe processe To you that seme suche a princes? What please you comaunde or saye, Here I am you to obeye To my power, and all fulfill, And prisoner byde at your will Till you dewlye enformed be Of everye thinge ye aske me.' This lady ther right well appayed Me by th' ande toke and sayd: 'Welcome, prisoner adventurus! Right glad am I ye have sayd thus. And for ye doute me to displease, I will assaye to do you ease.' And with that word, ye anon, She and the ladyes everychone Assembled and to counsell went; And after that, sone for me sent, And to me sayd on this maner, Word for word as ye shall here. 'To se you here us thinketh marvayle, And how witheout boot or sayle By any souttyllete or wyle Ye get have entre in this Ile. But not for that, yet shall you see That we gentilwomen bee, Lothe to displease any wight, Notwithstondinge our great right. And for ye shall well understand The old custome of this lande Wiche hathe continewed many yere, Ye shall well wyt that withe us here Ye may not byd, for causes twayne Wheche we be purposed you to seyne. The ton is this: our ordinaunce, Whiche is of longe continuaunce, Woll not, sothely we you tell, That no mane here amonge us dwell; Wherefore ye mot nedes retorne. In no weys may ye here sojorne. The tother is eke that our qwene Owt of the reme, as ye may sene, Is, and may be to us a charge Yf we let you go here at large. For wiche cause, the more we dowbte To do a faute while she is owte, Or suffer that may be noysaunce Again our olde acustemaunce.' And when I had these causes tweine Herd, O God, whiche a payne All sodenly abowte my harte Ther come attons, and how smerte! In crepinge soft, as who wold stele Or me do robe of all myn hele; And made me in my thought so frayd That in corage I stode dismayed. And standinge thus, as was my grace, A lady come, more then apas, Withe huge pres hir abowte, And told how the quene withoute Was arryved and wold come in. Wele were thay that thether might wyn; They hied so, they wold not byde The bridelinge of ther horse to ryde. By ten, by six, by two, by thre, Ther was not one abode with me. The quene to mete, everychone They went, and bod withe me not one. And I after, a softe paas, Imageninge how to purchace Grace of the quene ther t' abyde, Till good fortune some happy guyde Me send might, that wold me bringe Where I was borne to my woninge; For way ne sent knew I none, Ne whetherward I nyst to gone, For all was see aboute the Ile. No wonder thowghe me lest not smyle, Seinge the case unquowth and straunge And so like a perelus chaunge. Imageninge thus, walkinge allone, I saw the ladyes everychone. So that I myght somwhat ofer, Sone after that I drew me neare. And tho I was war of the quene, And how the ladyes on there knene Withe joyeuse wordes, gladly avised, Hir welcomed, so that hit sufficed Thoghe she princes hole had bee Of all that vironed is withe see. And thus avisinge with chere sadd, All sodenlye I wex gladd, That greatter joye, as mot I thrive, I trow had never mon on lyve Then had I tho, ne harte more light, When of my lady I had syght Wiche withe the quene come was there. And in one clothinge bothe they were.5 A knyght also, right wel besene, I sawe, that come was with the quene; Of whom the ladyes of that Ile Had huge wonder longe whyle, Till at the last, right soberlye The quene herselfe full coninglye With softe wordes, in goodlye wyse, Sayd to the ladyes yonge and wyse: 'My susters, how hit hathe befall, I trow ye know it, on and all, That of longe tyme here have I been Withein this yle bydinge as quene, Lyvinge at ease, that never wight More perfyte joye have ne mighte; And to you been of governaunce Suche as ye fond in hol pleasaunce In every thinge, as ye knowe, After our costome and our lowe. Wiche how they first found were, I trow ye wote all the manere And how who quene is of this Ile - As I have bene longe while - Yche seven yeres mot of usage Visyt the hevenly armitage, Wiche on a roche so highe stondes In strange se, out from all londes, That to make the pillerenage Is caled a longe perileuse viage; For yf the winde be not good frind, The jorney duers to th' ende Of hem that hit undertakes: Of twenti thousande one not skapes. Oppon whiche roche growethe a tree That certayne yeres bares apples three, Wiche thre apples who may have Bene from all displeasaunce save That in the seven yere may fall. This wote ye well, one and all. For the first appull, and the hexst Whiche growethe unto you nexst, Hathe thre vertues notable And kepethe youthe ay durable, Bewtie and hele ever in one, And is the beste in everychone. The second appule, red and grene, Only with lokes of your yene You nurrisshes in pleasaunce Better then partrich ne fesaunce, And fedes every lyves wyght Plesauntlye with the syght. The thirde appule of the thre, Wiche growethe loueste in the tree, Who yt beres may not fayle That to his pleasaunce may availe. So your pleasure and beutie riche, Your duringe youthe ever liche, Your trothe, your coninge, and your welle, Hathe ay flowred, and your good hele Witheout sicknes or displesaunce Or thinge that to you was noysaunce, So that you have as goddesses Lived aboven all princesses. Now is byfall as ye may see: To gedre these sayd appuls three, I have not fayled agayne the daye Thetherward to take the weye, Weninge to spede, as I had oft; But when I come, I found aloft My sister wiche that here stondes, Havinge those appulles in her handes, Avisinge hem, and nothinge sayde But loked as she wer well payed. And as I stode her to behold, Thenkinge howe my joyes were cold Sithe I those apples have ne might, Even withe that, so come this knight, And in his armes, of me unware, Me toke, and to his shipe me bare, And sayd, thowgh he me never had sene, Yet had I longe his lady bene, Wherefore I shuld withe him wend, And he wolde to his lives ende My servaunte be, and can to singe As one that had wone riche thinge. Tho were my spirites fro me gone So sodenlye, everychone, That in me appered but deathe; For I feld neyther live, ne brethe, Ne good, ne harme, non I knewe. The sodeyne paine me was so new, That had not the hasty grace be Of this lady, that fro the tree Of her gentulnes so hiede Me to comforthe, I had dyed; And of her three applus, one In myn hand ther put annone, Wiche browght agayne minde and brethe, And me recovered from the deathe. Wherefore to her so am I holde That for her all thinge do I wolde; For she was leche of all my smart, And from great paine socourte myn harte, And, as God wotte, right as ye here, Me to comforte, with frindlye chere She did her power and her might; And trewlye eke so did this knight, In that he couthe, and oft sayd That of my woo he was il payed, And cursed the shipe hem thether browght, The mast, the master that hit wrought. And as eche thinge mot have an ende, My suster here, our brother frinde, Con withe her wordes so womanlye This knyght entreat and coningelye, For myn honour and his also, And sayd that with her we shuld goo Bothe in her shippe, where she was browght, Wiche was so wonderfullye wrought, So clene, so riche, and so arrayed That we were bothe content and payed. And me to comfort and to plesse, And myn hart to put at easse, She toke great payne in litle while, And thus hathe browght us to this Ile As ye maye se. Wherefore echone I praye you thanke her, one and one, As hertelye as ye cane devise Or imagen in any wyse.' At once ther, tho, men myght sene A world of ladyes fall on knene Before my lady, that ther abowte Was left none stanndinge in the route, Bot all to th' erthe they went at once; To knele they spared not for the stones, Ne for estate, ne for ther blode. Well shewed they ther they cuthe moche good,6 For to my lady they made suche feaste, With such wordes, that the leste So frindlye and so faythefullye Sayd was, and so coninglye, That wonder was, seinge ther youthe, To here the launguage they cothe, And holly how they governed were In thannkynge of my ladye there; And sayd by will and maundement They were at her comandemente, Wiche was to me as great a joye As wininge of the towne of Troye Was to the hardye Grekes stronge When thay yt wane with seage longe: To se my ladye in suche a place So receyved as she was. And when they taled had a while Of this and that, and of the Ile, My lady and the ladyes there, All together as they were, The quene herselfe begane to playe, And to the aged lady saye: 'Now semethe you nat good it were,7 Sith we be all togither here, To ordayne and avise the best To set this knyght and me at rest? For woman is a feble wyght To rere a ware agayne a knyght. And sith he here is in this place At my lyst, daunger or grace,8 It were in me great villanye To do him any tirrannye. But fayne I wolde now, will ye here, In his owne cunterye that he were, And I in peace, and he at ease; This were a waye us bothe to please. Yf yt might be, I you beseche Withe him hereof ye fall in speche.' This lady tho began to smyle, Avisinge her a littull whille, And withe glad chere she sayd annon; 'Madame, I will unto him gone And withe him speke, and of him fele What he desyers, everye dele.' And soberlye this lady tho, Herselfe and other ladyes two She toke withe her, and with sad chere Sayd to the knyght on this maner: 'Syr, the princesse of this Ile, Whom for your pleasaunce many myle Ye sowght have, as I understand, Till at the last ye have her found, Me sende hathe here, and ladyes twayne, To here all thinge that ye sayne, And for what cause ye have her sowght, Fayne wold she wyt, and hole your thought, And whi you do her all this woo, And for what cause ye be her foo, And whi, of everye wight unware, By force ye to your shippe her bare That she so nyghe was agone That minde ne speche had she none, But as a paynefull creature Diinge abode her adventure, That her to se enduer that payne, I dare well saye unto you playne, Right on yourselfe ye did amise, Seeinge how she a princes is.' This knyght, the whiche couth his good, Ryght of his trothe meved his blood, That pale he wox as any ledd And loked as he wold be dedd. Blud was ther none in nayther cheke; Wordles he was, and semed sike; And so yt preved well he was, For without mevinge any passe, All sodenlye, as thinge dyinge, He fell at once downe sowninge; That, for his wo, this lady frayed Unto the quene her hied and sayd: 'Comethe on, anone, as have ye blisse! But be ye wyse, thinge is misse. This knyght is ded or wil be sone; Lo, where he lyethe yonde in sowne, Without word or answeringe To that I sayd have any thinge!9 Wherefore I dowbte that the blame Might be hinderinge to your name, Whiche flowred hathe so many yere So longe, that for nothinge here I wold in no wyse he dyedd. Wherefore good were that ye hiedd His lyfe to save, at the lest; And after that his woo be ceste, Commaunde him to voyd or dwell, For in no wyse dare I more medell Of thinge wherein suche perill is As lyke is now to fall of this.' This quene right tho, full of great feare, Withe all the ladyes present there, Unto the knyght come where he leye And mad a lady to him saye: 'Lo, here the quene! Awacke, for shame! What will ye do? Is this good game? Whi lye you here? Where is your minde? Now is well sene your wyt is blinde, To see so many ladyes here, And ye to make none other chere But as ye sett them all at nowght. Aryse, for His love that you bowght!' But what she sayed, a word not one He spake, ne answere gave her none. The quene of very pytye tho, Her worshipe and his life also To save, ther she dyd her payne, And quocke for fere and con to sayne For woo: 'Allas, what shall I do? What shall I saye this man unto? Yf he dye here, lost is my name. How shall I pleye this perilous game? Yf any thinge be here amise, Yt shal be sayd hit rigor is, Whereby my name enpayer myght, And like to dye eke is this knyght.' And withe that word, her hande she layed Uppon his brest, and to him sayed: 'Awacke, my knyght! Lo, yt am I That to you speke! Now tell me whi Ye fare thus and this payne enduer, Seinge ye be in counterye suer, Amonge suche frindes that wold your hele, Your hartes ease eke, and your welle; And yf I wyst what you might ease Or knew the thinge that you might please, I you ensuer it shulde not fayle That to youre hele you might avayle. Wherefore with all myne harte I praye Ye rysse, and lett us tale and pleye, And see how many ladyes here Be common for to make you chere.' All was for nawght; for still as stone He laye, and worde spake he none. Longe while was or he might brayd, And of all that the quene had sayd He wyst no worde; but at the last, 'Mercy' twies he cried faste, That pyty was his voice to here Or to beholde his paynefull chere, Wiche was not fayned, well was to sene Bothe by his visage and his eyne Wiche on the quene at once he caste, And syghte as he wolde to-braste. And after that he shright soo That wonder was to se his woo; For sythe that paine was first named Was never more woofull paine entamed, For withe voice ded he gan to playne, And to himselfe these wordes sayne: 'I, woofull wyght full of maleure, Am worse then ded, and yet I duer Magre any payne or deathe; Agaynst my will I fele my brethe. Whi ner I ded, sythe I ne serve And sythe my lady will I sterve? Where art thou, deathe? Art thou agast? Well shall we mete yet at the laste! Thowghe thou the hide, it is for nawght; For, where thou dwell, thou shall be sought, Magre thi subtill dowble face; Here will I dye, right in this place, To thi dishonour and myn ease. Thi manner is no wyght to please. What nedes the, sythe I the seche, So the to hide, my paine to eche? And well wyst thou I woll not lyve - Who wolde me all this world here gefe - For I have withe my cowardice Lost joye, and helle, and my service, And made my soveraigne lady soo, That while she lyves, I trow, my foo She wil be ever to her ende. Thus have I neyther joye ne frend. Wote I not whither hast or slowthe Hathe caused this now, by my trothe; For at the hermitage full hye, Where I her saw first withe myn eye, I hyed till I was alofte, And mad my pace smale and softe, Till in myn armes I had her faste, And to my shipe bare at the laste; Whereof she was displeased soo That endles there semed her woo, And I thereof had so great feare That me repent that I came there; Wiche hast, I trowe, con her displease And be the cause of my deseace.' And withe that word he can to crye 'Now deathe, deathe!' twy or thrye, A motird wot I not what of slougthe.10 And even withe that, the quene, of routhe, Him in her armes tooke and sayd: 'Now myn owne knyght, be not yll payed That I a lady to you sente To have knowledge of your entent; For, in good faythe, I ment but well, And wold ye wyst yt everye dell,11 Nor woll not do to you, iwysse.' And withe that word she can him kysse, And prayed him ryse, and sayd she wold His welfare by her trothe, and tolde Him howe she was for his diseace Right sorye, and fayne wold him please. His lyfe to save, thes wordes thoo She sayd to him, and many moo, In comfortinge; for from the peyne She wold he were delyvered fayne. The knight tho upcast his eyne, And when he se it was the quene That to him had those wordes sayde, Ryght in his woo he can to brayd12 And him updressed for to knele, The quene avisinge wonder well. But as he rosse, he over-threwe; Wherefore the quene, yet eft newe, Him in her armes annon toke And piteuslye con on him looke. But, for all that, nothinge she sayde, Ne spake not lyke she were well paied, Ne no chere mad more sadd ne lyght, But all in on, to every wyght, Ther was sene connynnge withe estate In her, witheout noyse or debate; For, save only a look peteus Of womanehed, undispiteous, That she shewed in countenaunce, Far semed her hart from obeysaunce. And not for that, she did her paine Him to recover from the paine, And his harte to put at large. For her entent was to his barge Him to bringe agenst the eve, Withe sertayne ladyes, and take leve, And pray him of his gentulnes To suffer her thenceforthe in peace As other princisse had byfore; And from thenseforthe, for evermore, She wold him worshipe in all wise That jentylnes myght devise, And payne her holly to fulfill, In honor, his pleasure and will. And duringe thus the knyghtes woo - Present the quene and other mo, My lady and many another wight - Ten thousand shippes, at a syght, I sawe come over the wavy floude Withe sayle and ore, thatt, as I stoode Them to beholde, I cone marvell From whense myght come so many a sayle; For sythe the tyme that I was bore, Suche a navy ther before Had I not sene, ne so arrayed, That for the syght myn hart played Two and fro withein my brest Fro joy; longe was or it wold rest. For ther wer sayles full of flowers, Aftercastelles withe huge towers, Seminge full of armes bright, That wonder lusty was the syght, Withe large toppes and mastes longe, Richelye depainte; and ever amonge, At certen tymes, con repayer Smale burdes downe from the eyor, And on the shippes bordes abowte Sate, and songe withe voice full owt Ballades and leyes, right joyouslye, As they couthe in ther armonye; That you to wright that I ther see, Myn excuse is it may not bee; For whi the matter were to longe To name the birdes and wright her songe. Whereof, annon, the thithinges ther Unto the quene sonne browght wer Withe many 'alas' and many a doubte, Shewinge the shippes ther without. Tho can the aged lady weppe And sayd, 'Allas, your joye on slepe Sone shal be browght; ye, long or night! For we distroyed bene by this knyght. For certes it may none other be But he is of yened companie, And thay be come him here to seche.' And withe that word her fayled speche. 'Witheout remedy we be distroyed,' Full ofte sayd all, and con conclude, Holy at once at the laste, That best was shett ther yattes faste, And arme them all in good langauge, As they had done of old usage, And of fayre wordes make ther shoot. And this was ther counsell and the knot. And other purpose toke they none, But, armed thus, forthe they gone Towarde the walles of the Ile. But or they come ther longe while, They mette the great lord of above That cauled is the God of Love That hem advised withe suche chere Right as he withe them angrye were. Avayled them not ther walles of glasse - This mighty lord lett not to passe - Ne shettinge of ther yattes fast. All they had ordayned was but wast; For when his shipe had founde londe, This lord anone withe bowe in hande, In to this Ile withe huge presse Hyed fast, and wold not ceasse Tyll he come where this knyght laye. Of quene ne ladye by the waye Toke he no hedd, but forthe past - And yet all followed at the laste. And when he come where laye the knight, Well shewed he he had great might, And forthe the quene cauled, anone, And all the ladyes everychone, And to them sayde: 'Is this not rothe To se my servaunte for his trothe Thus lene, thus syke, and in this paine, And wote not unto home to plaine, Save onlye one, witheout mo, Wiche might him helle and is his foo?' And withe that word, his hevye browe He shewed the quene, and loked rowghe. This mighty lord, forthe tho annone, Withe o loke, her feautes echeon He can her shew in littell speche, Comaundinge her to be his leche. Witheout more, shortlye to saye, He thawght the quene sonne shuld obye. And in his hannd he shoke his bowe, And sayd right sone he wolde be know; And for she had so longe refused His servaunte, and his lawes not used, He lett her witt that he was wrothe, And bent his bowe, and forthe he goethe A paace or two, and even here A large drawght up to his eare He drew, and withe an arrow ground Sharpe and new, the quene a woounde He gave that pearced unto the harte, Wiche afterward full sore can smarte, And was not holle of many a yere. And even withe that: 'Be of good chere, My knyght,' quod he. 'I will the hele, And the restore to parfyte wele. And for eche payne thou hast endured, To have two joyes thou ar ewred.' And forthe he past by the rowte Withe sobre chere, walkynge aboute, And what he sayd I thowght to here. Well wist he wiche his servauntes were, And as he passed, annone he found My lady, and her toke by the hande, And made her chere as a goddesse, And of beutye he cauled her princesse; Of bountye eke gave her the name, And sayd ther was nothinge blame In her but she was vertuus, Savinge she wolde no pitye use, Wiche was the cause he ther her sawght To put that faute owt of her thawght. And sythe she had the hole riches Of womanehed and frendlynes, He sayd it was nothinge syttinge To voyd petye his owne lodginge; And can her preache and withe her playe, And of her beawtye tolde her aye, And sayd she was a creature Off whom the name shuld longe dewer And in bookes full of plesaunse Be put for ever in remembraunce. And as me thowght, more frindlyely Unto my ladye and goodlelye He spake, then any that was ther; And for the apples, I trow yt were, That she had in possession. Wherefor longe in processyon, Many a paace, arme under other, He walked, and so did with none other. But what he wold comaunde or saye Forthewithe neades all must obeye; And what he desyred at the least Of my ladye, was by requeste. And when they longe together had bene, He browght my ladye to the quene, And to her sayd: 'So God you spede, Shew grace, consentes, that is neade.' My ladye, tho, full conninglye, Right well avised and womanlye, Downe cone to knele uppon the flores, Whiche Aprell nurrished had with showers, And to this mightye lord cane saye, 'That pleassethe you, I woll obeye And me restraine from other thowght; As ye woll, all thinges shal be wrought.' And withe that word, knelinge, she qwoke. That mightye lord in armes her toke And sayd: 'Ye have a sarvaunte, one That trewer livinge is ther none; Wherefore, god were, seinge his trothe, That on his paynes ye had rothe And purposed you to here his speche, Fullye avised him to leche. For of one thinge ye may be suer: He wil be youres while he may duer.' And withe that word, right on his game, Me thowght he lowghe and tolde my name, Wiche was to me marvell and fere, That what to do I nist there, Ne whither me was better or none Ther to abyde or thence to gone. For well wend I my ladye wolde Imagen or deme that I had tolde My counsell hole, or made complainte Unto that lorde, that mightye saynte; So verelye eche thinge unsawght He sayd as he had know my thought, And tolde my trothe and myn unease Bet then I couthe for myn ease, Tho I had studied all a weake. Well wist that lord that I was syke And wold be leched wonder faine. No mane me blame; myne was the paine. And when this lord had all sayd And longe withe my ladye playd, She can to smyle withe sprite glade. This was the answere that she mad, Wiche put me there in dowble paine, That what to do, ne what to sayne, Wist I not ne what was the best. Fare was myn harte tho from his rest: For as I thowght that smylinge sygne Was token that the hart inclyne Wold to request reasonable, By cause smylinge is favorable To every thinge that shall thrive, So thowght I tho, anon belyve, That wordeles answere in no towne Was tane for obligacyon, Ne cauled sewertye, in no wyse, Amonges them that cauled bene wise. Thus was I in a joyous doubte, Suer an unsurest of that rowte. Right as myn hart thowght it were, So more or lesse woxe my fere, That yf one thowght made it well, Annother shente yt everye deale, Till at the last I couthe no more, But porposed, as I dyd before, To serve trewelye my lyves space, Awaytinge ever the yere of grace Wiche may fall yet or I sterve, Yf it please her that I serve, And served have, and wil do ever. For thinge is none that me is lever Then her service, whose presence Myn heven is hole, and her absence An hell full of diverse paines Wiche to the deathe full oft me straynes. Thus in my thowghtes, as I stode - That unethe felt I harme ne good - I sawe the quene at littell paace Come where this mightye lord was, And kneled downe in presence there Of all the ladyes that ther were, Withe sobre countenance avised, In fewe wordes that well sufficed, And to this lord, annon, pressent A byll, wherin hol her intente Was writton, and how she besowght, As he knew every will and thought, That of his godhede and his grace He wold forgeve all old trespace, And undispleased be of tyme past, For she wold ever be stedfaste, And, in his service, to the deathe Use every thought wall she had breathe, And syght, and wepte, and sayde no more. Withein was wrytton all the sore. At wiche bill the lord cane smyle, And sayd he wold withein that Ile Be lord and syr, bothe est and west; And cauled it ther his new conquest, And in great counsell toke the quene. Longe were the tales them betwene. And over her bill he rede thrise, And wonder gladlye con devise Her features fayer and hir visage, And bad good thrifte on that image, And sayd he trowed her complaynet Shuld after cause her be corseint13 And in his sleve he put the bill - Was ther none that knewe his will - And forthe walked apace abowte, Beholdinge all the lustye rowte, Halfe in a thowght, withe smylinge chere, Till, at the last, as ye shall here, He torned unto the quene agayne And sayd: 'To morne, here in this playne I woll ye be, and all yours That purposed bene to were flowers Or of my lustye collours use. It may not be to you excuse, Ne none of youres, in no wyse, That able be to my service. For, as I sayd have here before, I woll be lord for evermore Of you, and of this Ile and all, And of all youres that have shall Joye, peace, or easse, or in pleasaunce Your lives use witheoute mischaunce; Here will I in estate be sene' - And turned his visage to the quene - 'And you geve knowledge of my will, And a full answere of youre bill.' Was ther non 'ney,' ne wordes none, But very obeysaunt semed eche one, Quene and other that were there. Well semed yt they had great feare. And toke lodginge every wyght; Was none departed of that night. And some to reade old romansys Hem occupied for ther pleasaunces, Some to make virleyes and leyes, And some to other diverse pleyes. And I to me a romaunse toke, And as I readinge was the booke, Me thowght the spere had so rone That it was risinge of the sonne, And suche a presse into the playne Assemble con, that withe great paine One might for other go ne stande, Ne none take other by the hand Witheouten they distorbed were, So huge and great the presse was ther. And after that, within two oweres, This mightye lord, all in flowers Of diverse coloures many a payer, In his estate up in the eyer, Well to fadome as his hight,14 He sett him ther in all ther syght; And for the quene, and for the knyght, And for my ladye, and every wyght In hast he sende, so that never one Was ther absent, but come echeon. And when thay thus assembled were, As ye have hard me saye you here, Witheout more tarringe, on hight, Ther to be sene of everye wyght, Up stood, amonge the presse above, A counseler, servaunt of Love, Wiche semed well of great estate; And shewed ther how no debate Ofte ne goodlye might be used In gentullnes and be excussed. Wherefore he sayd his lordes will Was, every wyght there shuld be still And in peace and one accorde, And thus comaunded at a word. And cane his tonge to suche laungauge Turne, that yet in all his age Hard I never so coninglye Man speke, ne halfe so faythefullye; For every thinge he sayd there Semed as it insealed were Or appreved for very trew. Shuche was his conninge langauge new, And well accordinge to his chere, That, where I be, me thinke I here Him yet alwaye, when I my one In any place may be allone. First con he of the lustye Ile All the astate in little while Reherse, and hollye every thinge That caused ther his lordes cominge; And everye wele, and every wo, And for what cause eche thinge was so, Well shewed he there, in easye speche; And how the syke had nede of leche, And who that whole was and in grace, He told playnelye how eche thinge was. And, at the last, he con conclude, Voydinge every language rude, And sayd that prince, that mightye lord, Or his depertinge wold accorde All the perties ther presente, And was the fyne of his entente: 'Wittnesse his presence in your syght Whiche syttes amonge you in his might.' And kneled downe, witheowten more, And no o word spoke he more. Tho can this mightye lord him dresse, Withe chere avised to do largesse,15 And sayd unto this knyght and me: 'Ye shall to joye restored be. And for ye have bene trewe, ye twayne, I graunte you here for every payne A thousand joyes everye weckee, And look ye be no lenger syke; And bothe your ladyes - lo them here! - Take eche his owne. Beth of good chere! Your happye daye is now begonne Sythe yt was rissinge of the sunne. And to all other in this place, I graunt hollye to staund in grace That servethe trewelye witheout slowthe And to avanced be, by trothe.' Tho can this knyght and I downe knele, Weninge to do wonder well, Sayinge, 'O Lord, your great mercye Us hathe enriched so openly, That we deserve may nevermore The least parte, but evermore Withe sowle and bodye trulye serve You and yours till we sterve.' And to oure ladyes, ther they stood, This knyght that cothe so mikle good Whent in hast, and I allso - Joyeux and glad were we tho, And as riche in everye thowght As he that all hathe and owe nowght - And them besoute, in humble wise, Us t'accepte to ther service And shewe us of ther frendlye cheres, Wiche in ther treasure many yeres They kepte had, us to great paine; And told that servauntes twayne Were, and wolde be, and so had ever, And for the deathe chaunge wold we never, Ne do offence, ne thinge leke yll, But full ther ordinaunce and will; And made oure othes freshe new, Oure olde servaunce to renewe, And hollye thers for evermore We ther become, what might we more, And well awaytinge that in slowghth We made no faute, ne in no trothe,16 Ne thowght not do, I you ensure, Withe oure will while we may duer. This season past, againse an eve This lord of the quene toke leve, And sayd he wold hastelye retorne And at good leasure there sojorne, Bothe for his honor and her ease, Comaundinge fast the knyght to please. And gave his statutes in papers, And ordayned diverse officers, And forthe to shipe the same nyght He wente, and sone was owt of syght. And on the morrow, when the ayere Attempered was and wether fayer, Erlye at rysinge of the sonne, After the nyght awaye was ronne, Playinge us on the rivage, My lady spake of her viage, And sayd she made smale jorneys And held her in straunge conteryes; And forthewithe to the quene went, And shewed her holly her entent, And toke her leve withe chere wepinge, That petye it was to se that partinge. For to the quene it was a paine As to a martyre new slayne; That for her woo, and she so tender, Yet wepe I ofte, when I remembre. She offered ther to resyne To my ladye, eyght tymes or nyne, Th'astate, the Ile, shortlye to tell, If it might please her ther to dwell; And sayd forever her linage Shuld to my lady do omage And herrs be holl, witheowten more, They and all thers for evermore. 'Naye, God forbyd,' my ladye ofte Withe many connynge wordes and softe Sayd, 'that ever suche thinge shuld bene That I consent shulde that a quene Of youre estate, and so well named, In any wise shuld be entamed! But wold be fayne withe all my hart, What so befell or how me smarte, To do thinge that you might please In any wise, or be your ease.' And kysed ther, and bad goodnyght. For wiche leve wepte many a wyght. Ther might men here my ladye preysed, And suche a name of her arrayssed - What of connynge and fryndlyenes, What of beautye withe jentulnes, What of glad and frendlye cheres That she used in all her yeres - That wonder was here every wight To saye well how they did ther might. And withe a prese, uppon the morrowe To shipe her browght; and wich a sorrowe They made when she shuld under sayle, That, and ye wyst, ye wold mervayle! Forthe goethe the shipe; owt goethe the sonde; And I, as wood man unbownde, For dowbte to be behinde there, Into the see, witheowten feare, Annone I ranne, till withe a wave All sodenly I was overthrowghe; And withe the water, to and fro, Bacwarde and forward, traveled so, That mynd and brethe nyghe was gone, That for good ne harme knew I none. Till, at the last, withe hockes twayne Men of the shipe withe mickle paine To save my lyve dyd suche travell That, and ye wyst, ye wold mervell; And in the shipe me drew on highe, And sayden all that I wold dye, And layd me longe downe by the maste, And of ther clothes uppon me caste. And ther I made my testament, And wyst my selfe not what I mente; But when I sayd had what I wolde, And to the mast my wo all toulde, And tane my leve at everye wight, And closyd myn eyne, and lost my syght, Avised to dye witheout more speche Or any remedye to seche, Of grace newe, as was grete ned, My ladye of my paine toke hede, And her bethought how that for trothe To se me dye it were great routhe; And to me came in sobre wyse And softelye sayd, 'I praye you, ryse. Come on withe me; let be this fare. All shall be well. Have ye no care. I woll obey, ye, and fulfyll Holly in all that lordes will That you and me, not longe ago, After his liste comaunded so, That ther agayne no resistaunce May be, witheout great offence. And therefore, here now what I saye. I am, and wol be, frindlye aye. Ryse up! Beholde this avauntage I graunt you in erytage, Peaseble witheowt stryve Duringe the dayes of your lyfe.' And of her apples in my sleve One she put, and toke her leve In wordes few, and sayd, 'Good hele, He that all made you send, and wele!' Werewithe my paines, all at once, Toke suche leve, that all my bones For the newe ourewse pleasaunce, So as they cothe, desyred to daunce. And I, as hole as any wyght, Up rose withe joyoux harte and light, Hole and unsyke, right well at ease, And all forgett had my diseace; And to my ladye, where she playd, I went annone and to her sayd: 'He that all joyes, persones to plese, First ordayned withe perfyt ease, And everye pleasure cane departe, Send you, madame, as large parte; And of his goodes suche plentye As he has done you of bewtye, Withe hele and all that maye be thowght, He send you all, as he all wrought. Madame,' quod I, 'Your servaunte trewe Have I byne longe, and yet woll new, Witheowten chaunge or repentaunce In any wise, or variaunce, And so wool do, as thrive I ever; For thinge is none that me is lever Then you to please, however I fare, Myn hartes ladye and my welfare, My lyfe, myn hele, my leche also Of every thinge that doth me wo, Myn helpe at ned, and my suertye Of everye joye that longes to me, My succors hole in all wyse That may be thowght or man devise. Your grace, madame, suche have I found Now, in my nead, that I am bound To you for ever, so Christ me save, For hele and lyve of you I have; Wherefore is reason I you serve Withe dew obeysaunce till I starve, And so wil do by my trothe,' Quod I, 'Madame, witheout slouthe, And dead and quicke be ever youres, Late, erlye, and at all owers.' Tho can my ladye smyle a lyte, And in playne englyshe on consyte,17 In wordes fewe, holl her entent She shewed me ther, and how she ment To meward, in every wyse, Holly she can all ther devise Witheout prosses or longe travell, 18 Charginge me to kepe counsell As I wold to her grace attayne; Of wiche comaundemente I was fayne. Wherefore I passe over at this tyme, For counsell cordes not well in ryme,19 And eak the othe, that I have swore, To breke me were bet unbore;20 Whi for untrewe for evermore I shuld be hold, that nevermore Of me in place shuld be reporte Thinge that avayle might or comfort To mewardes in any wysse, And eche wyght wold me dispice In that they couthe, and me repreve, Whiche were a thinge sore for to greve; Wherefore, hereof more mencyon Make I not now, ne longe sermone, But shortlye thus I me excuse: To ryme a counssell I refuce. Saylinge thus, two dayes or thre, My ladye, towardes her cunterye, Over the waves highe and grene Wiche were large and depe betwene, Uppon a tyme me cauled, and sayd That of my hele she was well paide; And of the quene, and of the Ile, She taled withe me longe while, And of all that she there had sene, And of th'astate, and of the quene, And of the ladyes, name by name, Two owres or mo, this was her game. Till at the last the wynde can ryse, And blew so fast, and in suche wyse, The shipe, that every wyght con saye: 'Madame, or eve be of this daye, And God tofore, ye shal be there As ye wold faynest that ye were; And doubte not that withein six owres Ye shal be ther as all is youres.' At whiche wordes she cane to smyle, And sayd that was no longe while That they hur sett, and up she rosse, And all abowt the shipe she goes, And mad good chere to everye wyght, Till of the londe she had syght; Of wiche syght glad, God yt wote, She was, and abasshed annon a boote And forthe goethe, shortlye you to tell, Where she accostomed was to dwell, And recyved was, as good right, Withe joyeux chere and hartes light, And as a glad newe aventure, Pleasaunte to every creature. Withe whiche landinge tho I woke, And found my chaumbre full of smoke, My chekes eke, unto the eares, And all my body weate of teares; And all so feble and in suche wise I was, that unethe might I rise, So fare traveled and so feynte, That neither knew I kyrk ne saynt, Ne what was what, ne who was who, N'avysed what wey I wolde goo. But, by aventures grace, I ryse and welke sawght paace and pace, Till I a windinge stayer founde, And held the vice ay in my hand, And upwardes sauftelye so can crepe Till I cam where I thowght to slepe More at myn ease and owt of presse, At my good leysure and in peace, Till somewhat I recoumfort were Of the travell and great feare That I indured had before: This was my thought, witheowt more. And as a wyght wittles and faynte, Witheout more, in a chaumbre painte Full of storyes old and diverse - More then I cane now reherse - Unto a bed full soberlye, So as I might full sauftelye, Pace after other, and nothinge sayd. Till, at the last, downe I me layde; And, as my mynd wolde geve me leve, All that I dremed had that eve Before, all I con reherse, Right as a childe at skole his vearse Dothe, after that he thinkethe to thrive, Right so did I; for all my lyve I thawght to have in remembraunce - Bothe the paine and the pleasaunce - The dreame, hole as yt me befell, Wiche was as ye here me tell. Thus in my thowghtes as I laye, That happy or unhappy daye - Woote I not, so have I blame, Of the two wiche is the name - Befell me so that ther a thought By processe new on slepe me browght, And me governed so, in a while, That agayne withein the Ile Me thawght I was; where of the knyght, And of the ladyes I had a syght, And were assembled on a grene, Knyght and lady withe the quene; At wiche assemble ther was sayd How they all content and payd Were holly, as in that o thinge, That the knyght ther shuld be kynge, And thay wold all for suer wytnes Wedded be, bothe more and lesse,21 In remembraunce, witheout more; Thus they concente for evermore. And was concluded that the knyght Departe shulde the same nyght, And forthewithe ther take his viage, To jorneye for his mariage And retorne withe suche an ooste That weddid might be lest and most; This was concluded, writton, and sealed, That yt might not be repeled In no wyse, but aye be fyrme, And all shuld be withein a terme Witheouwt more excusacyon, Bothe feast and coronacyon. This knyght, wiche had thereof the charge, Annone into a littull barge Browght was, late ageynst an eve, Where of all he toke his leave; Wiche barge was a manes thowght, After his pleasure it him browght; The quene herselfe accostomed aye In the same barge to pleye. Yt nedethe nether mast ne rother - I have not hard of suche another - Ne master for the governaunce; Hit sayled by thowght and by pleasaunce, Witheowt labor, est or west All was one, calme and tempest. And I wente withe, at his requeste, And was the first prayed to the fest. When he come in his cuntrye, And passed had the wavy sea, In an haven, depe and large, He left his riche and noble barge, And to the court, shortlye to tell, He wente, where he was wont to dwell; And was receyved as good right As heyre and for a worthi knyght, Withe all the stattes of the lande Wiche come annon at his first sende, Withe glad spirites, full of trothe, Lothe to do faute, or withe a slouthe Attaynte be in any wyse - Ther riches was ther olde service, Wiche ever trew had be founde Sythe first inhabyte was the lond. And so receyved ther there kynge, That forgotten was nothinge That owe to be done, ne might please, Ne ther soverayne lord do ease, And withe them so, shortlye to saye, As they of custome had done aye. For seven yere past was, and more, The father, the olde, wyse and hoore Kinge of the lande, toke his leve Of all his barones one an eve, And tolde them how his dayes past Were all, and comen was the laste; And hartelye prayd hem to remembre, His sonne, wiche yonge was and tender, That borne was ther prince to be, Yf he retorne to that cuntrye Might, be aventure or grace, Withein any tyme or space; And to be trewe and frindlye aye, As they to him had bene allweye, Thus he them prayd, witheowt more, And toke his leve for evermore. Knowne was how, in tender age This younge prince a great viage, Oncouthe and straunge, onors to sekche, Toke on hand, withe littull speche; Wiche was to seke a princes That he desyred more then riches For her great name that flowred so, That in that tyme ther was no moo Of her estate, ne so well named, For borne was none that ever hir blamed; Of wiche princes, sumewhat before Here have I spoke, and sonne will more. So thus befell as ye shall here. Unto the lord they made suche chere, That joye was, there to be presente To se ther trothe and how they ment; So very glade they were echeone, That them amonge ther was not one That desyred more riches Than for ther lord suche a princes, That they might please and that were fayer; For faste desyred they an heyer, And sayd great suertye were, iwis.22 And as they were speakinge of this, The prince himeselfe him avised, And in playne englyshe undisgised Them shewed hole his jorneye, And of ther counsell can them praye; And tolde how he ensured was, And how his daye he might not passe Witheouwt dishonor and great blame And to him forever a shame; And of ther counsell and avise There he prayed them, once or twyse, And that they wolde withein ten dayes Avise and ordayne him suche wayes So that it were no displeasaunce, Ne to this reme over great grevaunce, And that he have might to his feaste Sixti thousannd at the leaste; For his intente withein short while Was to retorne unto this Ile That he came fro, and kepe his daye: For nothinge wolde he be awaye. To counsell tho the lordes annone Into a chaumbre everychon Together went, them to devyse How they might best, and in what wise, Purveye for ther lordes pleasaunce And the realmes contynuaunce Of honor, whiche in it before Had contynewed evermore. So, at the last, they founde the weys How withein the next fyftene dayes All myght withe paine and diligence Be done, and cast what the dispence Might draw and, in conclusyon, Made for eache thinge provisyon. When this was done hollye, tofore The prince, the lordes all before Come and shewed what they had done, And how they couthe by no reason Fynde that within the ten dayes He myght departe, by no wayes, But wolde be fiftene at least Or he retorne might to his feaste; And shewed him every reason whi Yt myght not be so hastelye As he desyred, ne his daye He might not kepe by no waye, For diverse causes wonder greate. Wiche when he hard, in suche a heate He fell for sorrowe, and was syke Stil in his bed hole that weake And nyghe the tother, for the shame, And for the dowbte, and for the blame That might on him be arette. And oft uppon his brest he bette, And sayd: 'Allas! Myn honor for aye Have I here lost clene this daye. Ded wold I be! Allas, my name Shall aye be more henseforthe in shame, And I disonered and repreved And never more shal be beleved!' And made suche sorowe that, in trothe, Him to behold it was great rothe. And so endured the dayes fyftene Till that the lordes, of an even, Him come and toulde they reydye wayre, And shewed, in fewe wordes there, How and what wysse they had purveyd For his estate; unto him sayde That twentye thousannd knyghtes of name And fortye thousande witheowt blame, All come of noble lyne, Togather in a companye Were lodged on a ryvers syde, Him and his pleasures ther to abyde. The prince, tho, for joye uprosse And, were they lodged were, he goes, Witheout more, the same nyght, And ther his supper made to dytte, And withe them boode till it was daye, And forthewithe so toke his jorneye, Levinge the streyght, holdinge the large,23 Till he come till his noble barge. And when this prince, this lusty knyght, Withe his pepull in armes bright Was comen where he thowght to passe, And knewe well none abyden was Behind, but all were there present, Forthewithe annone all his entent He told them ther, and made his cryes Throwghe his host that daye twyse, Comandinge every lyves wight, Ther beinge present in his syght, To be the morrowe on the rivage Where he begine wold his vioage. The morrow come; the crye was kept; Fewe was ther that night that slepte, But trussed and purveyed for the morowe. Faute of shippes was all ther sorrowe; For save the barge and other two, Of shippes ther sawe I no moe. Thus in ther dowbtes as they stode, Waxinge the see, cominge the flode, Was cryed: 'To shipe go, everye wight!' Then was but hye that hye myght. Unto the barge, me thowght, echeon They wente; witheout was lefte not one - Horse, male, trusse, ne baggage, Sallett, spere, gardbrace, ne page - But was loudged and rome inowghe. At wiche shippinge me thought I lowghe, And cane to marvell in my thought How ever suche a shipe was wrought; For what people that cane increasse Ne never so thicke might be the presse, But all had rome at ther will. Ther was not one that was lodged yll; For, as I trow, my selfe the laste Was one that lodged by the mast, And where I loked I sawe suche rome As all were lodged in a towne. Forthe goethe the shipe; sayd was the crede; And on ther knees, for ther good spedde, Downe kneled everye wight a while And prayed fast unto the Ile They might come in savetye, The prince and all the companye, Withe worshipe and witheout blame Or disslaunder of his name Of the promese he shuld retorne Withein the tyme he did sojorne In his land, biddinge his hoost - This was ther prayer, lest and most. To kepe the daye duye, it might not bene, That he appoynt had withe the quene, To retorne witheowt slouthe, And so assured had his trothe. For wiche faute, this prince, this knygkte, Durynge the tyme slepte not a night; Suche was his woo and his disease, For dowbt he shuld the quene displeace. Forthe goethe the shipe withe suche spede, Right as the prince for his great neade Desyer wolde after his thawghte, Till it unto the Ile him browght; Were in hast, upon the sannde, He and his people toke the land Withe hartes glade and chere light, Weninge to be in heven that night. But or they passed had a myle, Enteringe in toward that Ile, All cladd in blacke withe chere peteus A lady, wiche never dispeteouse Had be in all her lyfe tofore, Withe sorye chere and harte to-tore, Unto this prince, where he cane ryde, Come and sayde: 'Abyde! Abyde! And have no hast, but fast retorne. No reason is ye here sojorne, For your untrothe hathe us distroyed; Woo worthe the tyme we us alyed Withe you, that ar so sone untrewe. Allas the daye that we you knewe! Allas the tyme that ye were bore; For all this land by you is lore! Accursed be he you hether browght, For all oure joye is turned to nowght. Youre accquayntaunce we may complayne, Wiche is the cause of all oure peine.' 'Allas, madame!' quod tho this knight; And withe that from his horse he light Withe color pale and chekes lene. 'Allas, what is this for to mene? What have ye sayde? Whi be you wrothe? You to displease I wold be lothe. Knowe ye not well the promese I made have to youre princes, Wiche to performe is myne entent, So mote I sped, as I have mente, And as I am her verye trewe, Witheowte chaunge or thowght new, And also solelye her seruaunte As creature or man lyvenante May be to ladye or princes; For she myn heven and hole riches Is, and the ladye of myn hele, My wordes joye and all my wele. What maye this be? Wense comes this speche? Tell me, madame, I you beseche; For sythe the first of my lyvinge Was I so fearfull of nothinge As I am now to here you speke. For dowbte I feale my harte brecke. Say on, madame! Tell me your will. The remenaunt is it good or ill?' 'Allas,' quod she, 'that you ware bore! For, for your love, this land is lore; The quene is ded, and that is rothe, For sorrow of your great untrothe. Of two partes of the lusty rowte Of ladyes that were here abowte, That wonte were to tale and pleye, Nowe ar ded and clene awaye, And under earthe tane lodginge newe. Alas, that ever ye were untrewe! For when the tyme ye sett was paste, The quene to counsell sone in hast - What was to do? - and sayd great blame Your accquayntaunce cause wold and shame, And the ladyes of ther avise Prayed, for nead was to be wisse In eschewinge tales and songes, That by them make culd evell tunges, And say they were lyghtlye conquest And prayed to a poore feast And fowle had ther worshipe wayved, When so onwyselye they conceyved Ther riche treasure and ther hele, Ther famous name and ther wele, To put in suche an aventure; Of wiche the slaunder ever duer Was lyke, witheowt helpe of apele; Wherefore they nede had of counscell, For everye wight of them wold saye Ther closed Ile an open weye Was become to every wight, And well approved by a knyght, Wiche he holles, witheowt pesaunse, Had sone atcheved th'obeysaunce. All this was meved at counsell thrise, And concludedd daylye twise, That bet was dye witheowt blame Then losse the riches of her name. Wherefor, the deathes acquantaunce They chese, and leste have ther pleasaunce, For dowbte to lyve as repreved In that they you so sone beleved; And made ther othes withe one accord, That eate, ne drinke, ne speke a worde They shuld never, but ever wepinge Byde in oo place witheout partinge, And use ther dayes in penaunce, Witheowt desyer of allegiaunce. Of wiche the trothe annone con preve; For whi the quene, forthewithe, her leve Tooke at them all that were present, Of her defautes fullye repente, And dyed there witheowten more. Thus ar we lost for evermore. What shuld I more hereof reherse? Come on withe me. Come se the herse, Where ye shall se the petiust syght That ever yet was shewed to knyght; For ye shal se ladyes stand, Eche withe a great rood in hand, Clade in blacke, withe visage whight, Be rydye eche other for to smyte; Yf any be that will not wepe, Or who that makes countenaunce to slepe, They be so bet, that also blewe They be, as clothe that dyed is newe. Suche is ther perfyte repentaunce. And thus they kepe ther ordinaunce, And woll do ever to the deathe, While them induers any brethe.' This knyght, tho, in armes twayne This ladye toke, and cone her saynne: 'Allas my birthe! Wo worthe my lyfe!' And even withe that he drewe a knyfe And thorowghe gowne, dublet, and shirte, He made the blode cume from his hart; And sett him downe uppon the grene, And full repent, and closeyd his eyne, And, save that once he drew his brethe, Witheowt more thus he tooke his deathe. For wiche cause, the lustye hoost Whiche, in a battayle on the coste,24 At once, for sorrowe, suche a crye Con reare thorowe the companye, That to the heven hard was the sowne And under th' earthe as far downe, That wild beastes for feare So sodanlye aferde awere, That for the doubt, while they might duer, They ranne as of ther lyves unsuer From the woddes untto the plaine, And from the valles the highe mountayne They sowght, and rane as bestes blind That clene forgetten had ther kynd. This wo not ceassed, to counsell went This lordes, and for that ladye sente, And of avise what was to done They her besowght she saye wold sone. Wepinge full sore, all clad in blacke, This ladye saftelye to them spake, And sayd: 'My lordes, by my trothe, This mischeve holl is of your slouthe. And yf ye had, that judge wold right, A prince that were a very knyght, Ye that bene of estate, eche one Dye for his faute shulde, one and one; For ye hold had the promesse, And done that longes to jentulnes, And fulfilled the prince behest, This hastye harme had bene a feast, And now is unrecoverable, And us a slaunder aye durable. Wherefore I saye, as of counsell, In me is none that may avayle; But, yf you list, for remembraunce, Purveye and make such ordinaunce That the quene, that was so meke, Withe all her wemen, ded or syke, Might in your land a chapell have, Withe some remembraunce on her grave Shewinge her end withe the petye, In somme notable olde cetye, Nighe unto an highe-waye Where everye wight might for her praye, And for all heres that have bene trewe.' And even withe that she chaunged hewe, And twise wished after the deathe, And syght, and thus passed her brethe. Then sayd the lordes of the ooste, And so concluded lest and most, That they wold ever in houses of thacke Ther lyves use, and were but blacke, And forsake all ther pleasaunces, And turne all joye to penaunces, And bare the ded prince to the barge, And named them shuld have the charge. And to the hearse where laye the quene The remenante went, and downe on knene, Holdinge ther handes on hight, con crye, 'Mercy! Mercy!' everiche thrye; And cursed the tyme that ever slouthe Shuld have suche masterdome of trothe. And to the barge, a long mile, They bere her forthe, and in a while All the ladyes, one and one, By companies were browght echeon; And past the see, and toke the lande, And in newe hersses on a sannde Put, and browght were all annone Unto a cety clossed withe stone, Where it had bene used aye The kynges of the lannd to leye After they reyned in honors, And wright was wiche were conquerers, In an abbye of nonnes wiche were blacke, Wiche accostomed were to wacke, And of ussage rysse eche a night To pray for everye lyves wight. And as befell, as is the gyse, Ordayned and sayd was the service Of the prince and of the quene As devoutlye as might bene; And after that, abowght the hercesse, Many orrysonnes and vearses, Witheowt note, full softelye Sayd were and full hartelye, That all the night, till it was daye, The peple in the churche cone preye Unto the Hollye Trynite Of those sowles to have petye. And when the night past and ronne Was, and the newe daye begonne, The yonge morrowe withe rayes redd, Wiche from the sonne over all con spredd, Attempered cleare was and fayer, And made a tyme of holsome ayer, Befell a wonder case and straunge Amonge the people, and con chaunge Sone the worde and everye woo Unto a joye, and some to two. A byrde all fethered blewe and grene, Withe bright arrayes, lyke gold, betwene, As smale thredes over every joynte, All full of collors straunge and cointe, Uncothe and wonderfull to syghte, Uppon the quenes herse cone lyghte, And songe full lowe and softelye Thre songes in his armoneye, Unletted of every wight; Till, at the last, an aged knyght, Whiche semed a man in great thought Lyke as he sett all thinge at nawght, Withe visage and eyne over-wepte, And pale as mane longe unslepte, By the hersses as he stoode, Withe hasty handelinge of his hood Unto a prince that by him past, Made the birde somewhat agast; Wherefore he rose, and lefte his songe, And departe from us amonge, And spred his winges for to passe By the place he entered was; And in his hast, shortlye to tell, He him hurte, that bacwarde downe he fell From a windowe, richelye painte Withe lyves of many a dyverse saynte, And beate his winges, and bled faste, And of the hurte thus dyed and paste, And ley ther well an hower or more, Till, at the last, of birdes a skore Come, and sembled at the place Where the windowe broken was, And made suche weymentacyon, That petye was to here the son And the werbelinge of ther throtes And the complainte in ther nottes, Wiche from joye clene was reversed. And of them on the glasse sone percsyd, And in his beke, of colours nyne, An erb he browght, flowerles, all grene, Full of smale leves and plaine, Swerte, and longe, withe many a vayne; And where his fellowe laye thus ded, This erbe downe layd by his hede, And dressed hit full softelye, And hange his hede, and stode therbye. Whiche erbe, in lesse then halfe an owere, Cone over all knote, and after flower Full owt, and rype the seade; And right this one another feede Wold, in his beake, he toke a grayne And in his fellowes beke, certayne, Yt put; and thus withein the thirde, Up stode and pruned him the birde Wiche dede had be in all oure syght, And bothe together forthe ther flyght Toke, singinge, from us, and ther leve; Was none disturbe them wold, ne greve. And when they perted were and gone, Th' abbas the seades sone echeon Gathered had, and in her hande Th' erbe she helde, well avisaunte The lefe, the sede, the stalke, the flower, And sayd it had a good savor And was no comone herbe to fynde And well approved of uncothe kynde, And then other more vertuus; Who so yt have myght, for to use In his neade - flower, lefe, or graine - Of ther hele myght be certainge; And layd it downe uppon the hersse Where lay the quene, and con rehersse Eche one to other that they had sene. And talinge this, the seade wox grene, And on the drye herse con springe, Wiche me thowght a wonder thinge, And after that, flower an new seade, Of wiche the pepull all toke hede And sayd yt was some great miracle Or medicyne more fyne then treacle,25 And were well done ther to assaye Yf yt might ease in any waye The corsses wiche withe torche-lyght Thay waked had ther, all that night. Sone were the lordes there concent, And all the pepull therto content, Withe easye wordes and lyttull fare, And made the quenes visage bare, Wiche shewed was to all abowte; Wherefore in sowne fell hole the rowte, And were so sorye, most and leste, That longe of wepinge they not ceased; For, of ther lord the remembraunce Unto them was suche displeasaunce, That for to lyve they cauled paine, So were they verye trewe and playne. And after this, the good abbas Of the greynes con chesse and dresse Thre, withe her fingers clene and smale; And in the quenes mothe, be tall, One after other full easelye She put and full coninglye, Wiche sheewed sone suche vertu, That preved was the medicyne trewe; For withe a smylinge countenaunce The quene uprose, and of usaunce, As she was wonte, to everye wight She made good chere; for wiche syght, The people knelynge on the stones Thowght they in heven were, sowle and bones. Unto the prince where he laye They went, to make the same assaye. And when the quene it understode, And how the medicyne was good, She prayed she might have the greynes To releve him from the paines Whiche she and he had bothe endured; And to him wente, and so him ured, That withein a lyttull space Lustye and freshe one lyve he was, And in good hele, and hole of speche, And lowghe, and sayd, 'Gramercy, leche.' For whiche the joye throwgheowt the towne So great was, that the belles sowne Affrayde the peopull a jorneye26 Abowte the cetye everye waye And comen and asked cause and whi They rongen were so stattelelye. And after that, the quene, th' abbas, Made dilligence, or theye wolde cease, Suche that of ladyes sonne a rowte Suinge the quene was all abowte; And cauled by name eche one and tolde, Was none forgotton, yonge ne olde. There mighte mene se joyes newe, When the medicyne, fyne and trewe, Thus restored had every wight, As well the ladyes as the knyght, Unto pefyte joye and hele, That flyttinge they were in suche wele, As folke that wolde in no wyse Desyer more perfyte parradysse. And thus, when passed was the sorrowe, Withe mickell joye, sone on the morrowe, The kinge, the quene, and everye lord, Withe all the ladyes, by one accorde A generall assemble Gert crye thorowghe the cunterye; The whiche after, as ther intente, Was turned to a parlament, Where was ordayned and avised Everye thinge and devised That please might to most and lest. And ther concluded was, the feast Withein the Ile to be holde, Withe full concente of yonge and olde; In the same wyse as before All thinges shulde be, witheowten more; And shipeden, and thether went. And into straunge remes sent To kinges, quenes, and ducheces, To diverse princes and princesses Of ther linage, and cane praye, Yf yt lyke them, at that daye Of marriage, for ther sporte, Come se the Ile and them disporte, Where shulde be justes and turneyes, And armes done in other wayes, Signifyinge over all the daye, After Aprell withein Maye. And was avised that ladyes twayne Of good estate and wel besene, Withe certayne knightes and squiers, And of the quenes officers, In maner of imbassad Withe certeyne leters, closed and made, Shuld take the barge, and departe, And seke my ladye evrye parte Till they her founde, for any thinge; Bothe charged thus, quene and kinge, And as ther ladye and misteris, For to beseke, of jentulnes, At the daye ther for to bene. And ofte her recomaunde the quene, And prayed, for all loves, to hast; For but she come, all woll be wast, And the feast a busynes Witheout joye or lustynes; And toke them tokenes, and god spede27 Prayed God send, after ther neade. Forthe wente the ladyes and the knightes, And were owt fourteen dayes and nightes, And browght my ladye in ther barge, And had well sped, and done the charge. Whereof the quene so hartelye glad Was, that in sothe shuche joyes she hadd When the shipe approched lannde, That she my ladye on the sannde Met, and in armes so constrayne, That wonder was beholde them twayne Whiche, to my dome, duringe twelve oures, Nether for heat ne watery showers Departed not; ne companye, Savinge themselfe, bode none them bye, But gave them leaysure, at ther ease, To reherse joye and diseace, After the pleasure and corrages Of ther yonge and tender ages; And after, withe many a knyght Browght were where, as for that nyght, They parted not, for to pleasaunce Consent was hart and countenaunce, Bothe of the quene and my mistris: This was that night ther busynes. And one the morrowe, withe huge route - This prince - of lordes him abowte, Come, and to my ladye sayd That of her cominge glad and well appaide He was, and full conninglye Her thannked and full hertelye, And lowghe, and smyled, and sayd, 'Iwis, That was in dowbte in suerty es.' And comaunde do dilygence,28 And spare for neyther golde ne spence, But make redye; for, one the morrowe, Weddid withe 'Seynt John to borowe' He wold be, witheouten more; And let them wytt them, lesse and more.29 The morowe come, and the service Of marriage in suche wyse Sayd was, that with more honor Was never prince ne connqueror Wedd, ne withe suche companye Of gentulnes in chivalrye, Ne of ladyes so great rowtes, Ne so besene, as all abowghtes They were there, I certefye You and my lyffe, witheout lye. And the feast helde was in tentes - As to tell you myne intent is - In a rome, a large playne, Under a wood in a champayne, Betwene a ryver and a well, Where never had abby ne sell Ben, ne kyrke, house, ne village, In tyme of any manes age. And dured thre monethes the feast In one estate, and never ceste From earlye the ryssinge of the sune Till the daye spent was and rune, In justinge, dauncesinge, and lustines, And all that sowned to gentulnes.30 And, as me thowght, the second morrowe, When endid was all old sorrowe And in suertye everye wight Had withe his ladye slepte a nyght, The prince, the quene, and all the feast, Unto my ladye made request, And her besowght and ofte prayed To mewardes to be well paied, And consyther myne olde trothe, And one my paines to have rothe, And me accepte to her service In suche forme, and in suche wyse, That we bothe myght be as one: Thus prayde the quene and everyechone. And for ther shuld be no 'naye,' They stinte justinge all a daye To praye my ladye and requier Be content and owt of feare, And withe good hart make frindlye chere, And sayd yt was an happye yere. At wiche she smyled and sayd, 'Iwis, I trow well he my servante is, And wold my welfare, as I trist. So wold I his, and wolde he wist How, and I knew his trothe Contynewe wold witheout slouthe And be suche as ye here reporte, Restraynynge bothe corrage and sport, And couthe consent at youre request To be named of your feast, And do so after your usaunce In obeyinge your pleasaunce; At your request, thus I concent To please you in youre entent, As eke the soveraynge above Comaunded hathe me for to love And before other him prefarre, Agaynst wiche prince may be no warr, For his power over all reynegthe, That other wold for nowght him paynethe.31 And sythe his will and yours is one, Contrarye in me shal be none.' Tho, as me thowght, the promesse Of marriage before the messe Desyred was - of every wight - To be made the same nyght, To put awaye all maner dowbtes Of everye wyght there abowtes; And so was do. And one the morrow, When every thowght and every sorrowe Dislodged was owt of myne harte, Withe everye wo and every smarte, Unto a tente the prince and princesse, Me thowght, me browght and my misteris, And sayd we were at full age Ther to conclud our marriage, Withe ladyes, knyghtes, and squiers, And a great hoost of mynistres Withe instrumentes and soundes diverse, That longe were here you to reherse. Wiche tente was churche perochiall, Ordeyned it was in especiall For the feast and for the sacre, Where arshebyshope and archedyaker Sunge full owt the service, After the custome and the gyse And the churches ordinaunce; And after that, to dyne and daunce Browght were we unto diverse pleyes. And, for oure spede, eache wihte prayse, And merrye was most and lest; And sayd amended was the feast And where right glad, ladye and lord, Of the marriage and th' accorde, And wished us hartes pleasaunce, Joye, hele, and continuaunce; And to the minsterelles made request That in increasynge of the feast Thay wold tuche ther cordes, And withe some newe joyeux accordes Meve the pepull to gladnes, And prayden of all gentulnes Eche to paine him, for the daye, To shew his conninge and his pleye. Tho begane sowndes marvelus, And intuned withe accordes joyeux, Rounde abowte all the tentes, Withe thousanndes of instrumentes, That everye wyght to daunce him pained, To be merye was none that fayned; Wiche so me trowbeled in my slepe, That from my bed forthe I lepe, Weninge to be at the feast. But when I wocke, all was ceaste. For ther was ladye, ne creature, Save one the walles old portrature Of horsemen, hawkes, and houndes, And hurte deare full of woundes, Some lyke bytton, some hurtte with shott, And, as my dreme, semed that was not.32 And when I wocke and knew the trothe, Had ye sene, of verye rothe I trow ye wold have wepte a wecke; For never man yet halfe so sike Escaped, I wene, withe the lyfe; And was for faute that sword ne knyfe I find myght, my lyve t' abrege, Ne thinge that carved, ne had edge, Wherewithe I might my wofull peines Have voyd withe bledinge of my veynes. Lo, here my blysse! Lo, here my payne! Whiche to my lady I complayne, And grace and mercy her requier, To ende my wo and besy fere, And me accepte to her service After her pleasaunce, in suche wise That of my dreame the substaunce Might turne once to cognisaunce,33 And cognisaunce to very preve, By full concent and good leave; Or else, witheowten more, I pray That this night, or yt be daye, I mote unto my dreame retorne, may And slepinge so, forthe ay sojorne Abowte the Ile of pleasaunce, Under my ladyes obeysaunce, In her service, and in suche wyse As yt please her may to devise, And grace once to be accepte, Like as I dremed when I slepte, And duer a thousannd yeres and tene In His good grace. Amen. Amen. EXPLICIT Fayrest of fayer and goodleste on lyve, All my secre to you I playne and shreve, Requiringe grace, and of all my complainte To be heled, or martered as a saynt; For by my trothe I swere, and by this booke, Ye may bothe hele and slaye me with a looke. Go forthe myn owne trew harte innocent, And withe humblenesse do thine observaunce, And to thi lady on thi knes present Thi service new, and thinke how great plesaunce Hit is to lyve under the obeysaunce Of her, that may withe her lookes softe Geve the blisse that thou desyers ofte. Be diligent, awacke, obye, and dread, And not to wilde of thi countenaunce, But meke and glade, and thi nature fead To do eche thinge that may her pleasaunce. When you shall slepe, have ay in remembraunce The image of her whiche may withe lookes softe Geve the blysse that thou desyers ofte. And yf so be that thou her name finde, Writton in booke or else uppon wall, Looke that thou do as servaunte trew and kynde Thine obeysaunce, as she were ther witheall. Fayninge in love is breadinge of a fall From the grace of her, whose lookes softe May geve the blisse that thou desyers ofte. FINIS [Added in a different hand] Ye that this balade rede shall, I pray you kepe you from the fall. FINIS QUOD CHAUCER |
(see note) wholly; submission entirely covered What winter had laid bare By chance (see note) than (see note) natural disposition (see note) And [I] began like (see note) belief mysterious mode of conveyance Bore Well I know; laughed will the whole both fever and health; (see note) Would to God; knew; bit at night glad last fortune thinks; sees; (see note) Know; of whom also; trouble saw; eyes Indeed in this manner heard nor fully asleep (see note) cry out for wondrous adventure all the manner of it fully; can badly written sleep(y) writer; know; (see note) amiss than one (see note) lack of polish art of composition take rhetorical figures; prosper as if it were of no account isle; (see note) gate; (see note) (see note) without permission; came Unfamiliar weather-vanes always; (see note) Made to sound in tune together pair to meet the air in the same fashion; (see note) Cleverly carved like strange; lasting ever none of them a living man in fine appearance surpass; (see note) demeanor the same sufficiency put out pleasure; tell stories bag fun; games pleasure-loving assure one of the wisest of creatures not one disagreed very judicious kept hidden practised was not; pity; (see note) like mistress surveyed that all the state of things conceive joyful nor creature health Think of it and you had it heard living about surveyed thoroughly condition of things became well pleased in luck Since in my judgment make her greatest effort be able nor have power to least skill labor generously granted And that was; last believe Where it; been known enduring released from thought; to have seen pleasing skill any knew Bless ye!; (see note) hither where must truth company whose command forward planning; (see note) labor spares slays; pity fear; mutability frightened dismayed clever man hither invent; story properly pleased hand unexpected fear yes indeed straightway seems to us a marvel boat trickery have got entry nevertheless stay say The one of great antiquity Desires must way; remain The other realm it may; harm fault what; harm Against; custom heard; what at once; painfully as if someone have me robbed; well-being afraid spirit quite quickly throng Happy; thither hastened stayed stayed at a gentle pace carried away; dwelling path did not know sea I had no wish to unfamiliar offer then knees devised entirely surrounded; (see note) looking on; gloomy became may believe; alive Than; then (see note) very well turned out wisely in my way of governing found entirely satisfying law believe; know must; ancient custom hermitage (see note) sea; far from pilgrimage journey friend lasts Upon (see note) whoever safe highest (see note) everlasting health ever the same looks; eyes pheasants living creature lowest Whatever lasting; ever the same wisdom; well-being happiness a harm To gather these same against (upon) Thinking to have success Looking at them pleased to me unexpectedly carried off go began Then felt; life immediate help been beholden physician; hurt; (see note) relieved knows friendly In whatever ill pleased the ship that must (see note) Began skillfully wherein one after another knees; (see note) company their high birth least had command of conducted themselves command won; siege talked speak playfully; (see note) Since devise person raise a war discourtesy Considering within herself detect every bit with a serious face in sent say know, and all cause enemy unbeknown was so nearly distracted full of sorrow awaited her fate in knew what was good for him drained (from his face) lead moving a step swooning; (see note) afraid she hurried as you may have Unless; amiss swoon it would be good ceased depart meddle redeemed whatever exerted herself quaked; and said (see note) cruelty is might be injured a safe country desire your well-being Whatever rise; converse Are come ere; stir (see note) as could clearly be seen eyes sighed; burst shrieked since revealed dead misfortune endure Despite Why should I not be dead wishes that I die Despite (see note) practise; creature increase Even if someone; give (see note) well-being believe whether haste hastened short and stealthy I repent haste; displeased her And was; distress twice or thrice (see note) for pity ill pleased do [any harm]; indeed desired these saw prepared gazing upon rose; fell over yet once again (see note) neither more equally combined politeness with nobility free from scorn submission notwithstanding that set free towards evening allow her [to live] princes courtesy; stipulate The queen being present To and fro it was a long time before Stern-castles; (see note) coats of arms (weapons?) invigorating mast-head platforms; (see note) ever and again made their way air; (see note) planks full-throated lays write what; saw Because tidings soon Announcing joy to sleep yonder seek to shut; gates (see note) ammunition main point called looked at them (see note) was not hindered a waste throng hastened heed a pity whom to complain heal fierce faults in few words physician soon; obey (see note) acknowledged as lord let her know sharpened by grinding healed for (see note) heal you well-being happily destined crowd knew to be blamed deficiency appropriate thrust out pity from; (see note) converse lightly repeatedly endure Straightway (see note) needful; (see note) Very judicious What it were good compassion resolved; cure certain in his playful way laughed did not know thought whole secret (see note) accurately; unasked known a whole week healed I blame no one This (the smile) Far So too; just as quickly; (see note) in no place taken certainty and grew destroyed; every bit the duration of my life (see note) befall; before I die more precious Is my whole heaven hardly very slowly well-composed letter; wholly; (see note) goodness while sighed sire gave an account of wished good success (see note) briskly pleasant company Tomorrow morning (see note) There may are capable in my position of power obedient (see note) virelays and lays sphere; run; (see note) crowd because of others nearby hours pair (see note) sent heard argument [against God of Love] Ought nor properly might courtesy instantly in all of his age Heard had the seal of authority confirmed; absolute truth Such hear on my own condition unhurried sick; physician Avoiding Before his departure And that was; whole point not a single word prepared to rise week no longer sick Thinking die where much owes besought to our great distress had [been] even in the face of death nor anything like an injury fulfill service whatever watching out; sloth Nor thought not to do [any] time; towards one evening Commanding [her] earnestly (see note) More temperate Chatting playfully; shore journey was accustomed to make in a tearful manner resign kin skillfully chosen and of such a high reputation harmed or however I was hurt leave-taking exalted to hear To speak well [of her] what [begin to leave] under sail if you knew sounding-line mad; (see note) (see note) so battered I could not distinguish hooks hard work full length (see note) taken Resolved seek thought to herself behavior yea desire great favor as a gift strife (see note) health well-being joyful (see note) distributed as large a part been; still will [be] anew will dearer guarantee belongs My whole salvation life due obedience hours (see note) Towards me the secret also The reason being that reported Towards me; way despise Because of what they knew discourse talked hours; pleasure before God willing there were had a boat lowered at once as was proper a piece of good fortune (see note) cheeks wet hardly So greatly over-exerted church Nor knew fortune's grace walked soft step by step stair central newel-shaft softly out of danger (see note) [I approached] a bed softly Step by step in so far as he even though I am to be blamed In due course again pleased a host the least and the greatest a set time late towards one evening (see note) (see note) rudder; (see note) heard with [him] invited as was proper persons of rank summons Be found guilty ought And [done] by them thus For it was seven years ago [Since] the father; grey-haired by good fortune Marvellous; honors; seek princess rank; spoken of soon heir made up his mind committed due date Advise realm; excessive Not for anything estimated; expense amount to all that week And most of the next attributed (see note) I wish I were dead Shall be for evermore reproved one evening were ready in what way And, where caused to be prepared remained to embark proclamations living creature shore the proclamation was kept packed and provided Lack The sea rising, the tide coming in everyone hurrying that could (see note) outside bag, package Helmet; arm-guard feat of ship-loading; laughed whatever the number of people And however thick room (see note) good success prayed [that] Concerning the promise summoning his retinue due Where; beach disembarked Thinking cruel torn to pieces instantly Woe be to born lost So may I prosper very true [servant] solely living world's Whence the first day of my life pity Some two thirds chat taken soon [went] for their advice need; wise concerning them; could easily conquered invited honor given up unwisely; thought happiness to such hazard ever to last appeal (see note) confirmed entirely; trouble (see note) put forward for discussion it was better to die lose chose; lost under reproof alleviation was demonstrated Because repentant most pitiful rod white ready beaten Woe is fully repented Was raised heard; noise nature advice; to be done softly whole; due to your [you] that would judge rightly a true one by one if you had kept belongs sudden; celebration to us; lasting forever if it pleases you all piteous circumstances hers (i.e., women) sighed thatch spend; wear And they bore appointed those who each one thrice crossed over; landed hearses; beach been ever the custom And it was written; (see note) keep vigil living creature And so it befell; custom about; hearses prayers; verses music devoutly Holy Was made mild and clear air an astonishing happening the decree of destiny streaks exotically beautiful Unfamiliar alighted Unhindered exhausted with weeping touching [or doffing] frightened passed away gathered lamentation sound one of them; pierced (see note) Dark arranged hour Burst into bud all over And just as one [bird] in a trice preened dead departed abbess closely inspecting confirmed; unfamiliar what And as they talked thus [came] flower and And it would do well corpses had kept vigil over consented little fuss swoon; all the company for a long time (see note) they called living a pain faithful and honest choose and prepare (see note) mouth, consecutively according to custom attempt (see note) brought a happy destiny alive perfectly able to speak Many thanks Made every effort, before (see note) Attending upon counted them off men abounding Caused to be proclaimed (see note) resolved worked out everyone, regardless of rank without more ado [they] took ship far-off realms feats of arms Announcing everywhere [Which should be] after [it] was resolved well turned out embassy sealed without fail as [she was]; mistress commended herself [to her] tedious chore according to commission such embraced in my opinion; hours Did not separate remained distress stirrings of the spirit [They] were brought pleased What; is now assured expense May St. John be my security; (see note) fine-looking on my life (see note) great open space Close by; open meadow spring monastic cell man's lasted In unvarying splendor; ceased in the security [of wedlock] Towards me; pleased consider stopped [Her to] be [he] desires; trust wished he knew How, if I knew free and wanton spirit named [as one] in what you purpose (see note) (see note) mass done; on mistress minstrels And this tent; parochial; (see note) sacred ceremony archdeacon with full voice fashion entertainments person prays were to add to the pleasure of strings harmonies skill in playing all in tune; harmonies (see note) leapt Thinking [I was] woke; ceased (see note) as if bitten week with his life only for want shorten ended (see note) urgent anxiety (see note) absolute proof rule [be granted] grace one day And [may I] endure; ten (see note) alive; (see note) lament and confess (see note) sway too nurture may [give] her (see note) obedient service original source of; (see note) (see note) |