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The Legend of Good Women - The Legends

I. The Legend of Cleopatra
Incipit Legenda Cleopatrie, martiris, Egipti regine.

580	After the deth of Tholome the kyng,
	That al Egipt hadde in his governyng,
	Regned his queene Cleopataras;
	Tyl on a tyme befel there swich a cas
	That out of Rome was sent a senatour
585	For to conqueren regnes and honour
	Unto the toun of Rome, as was usaunce,
	To han the world at hire obesaunce,
	And soth to seyne, Antonius was his name.
	So fil it, as Fortune hym oughte a shame,
590	Whan he was fallen in prosperite
	Rebel unto the toun of Rome is he.
	And over al this, the suster of Cesar,
	He lafte hire falsly, or that she was war,
	And wolde algates han another wyf,
595	For which he tok with Rome and Cesar stryf.
	Natheles, for sothe, this ilke senatour
	Was a ful worthy gentil werreyour,
	And of his deth it was ful gret damage.
	But love hadde brought this man in swich a rage
600	And hym so narwe bounden in his las,
	Al for the love of Cleopataras,
	That al the world he sette at no value.
	Hym thoughte there nas nothyng to hym so due
	As Cleopatras for to love and serve;
605	Hym roughte nat in armes for to sterve
	In the defence of hyre and of hire ryght.
	This noble queene ek lovede so this knyght,
	Thourgh his desert, and for his chyvalrye;
	As certeynly, but if that bokes lye,
610	He was, of persone and of gentillesse,
	And of discrecioun and hardynesse,
	Worthi to any wyght that liven may;
	And she was fayr as is the rose in May.
	And, for to make shortly is the beste,
615	She wax his wif, and hadde hym as hire leste.
	The weddynge and the feste to devyse,
	To me, that have ytake swich empryse
	Of so many a story for to make,
	It were to longe, lest that I shulde slake
620	Of thyng that bereth more effect and charge;
	For men may overlade a ship or barge.
	And forthy to th' effect thanne wol I skyppe,
	And al the remenaunt, I wol lete it slippe.
	Octovyan, that wod was of this dede,
625	Shop hym an ost on Antony to lede
	Al uterly for his destruccioun,
	With stoute Romeyns, crewel as lyoun;
	To ship they wente, and thus I lat hem sayle.
	Antonius was war, and wol nat fayle
630	To meten with these Romeyns, if he may;
	Tok ek his red, and bothe, upon a day,
	His wif and he, and al his ost, forth wente
	To shipe anon, no lengere they ne stente;
	And in the se it happede hem to mete.
635	Up goth the trompe, and for to shoute and shete,
	And peynen hem to sette on with the sunne.
	With grysely soun out goth the grete gonne,
	And heterly they hurtelen al atones,
	And from the top doun come the grete stones.
640	In goth the grapenel, so ful of crokes;
	Among the ropes renne the sherynge-hokes.
	In with the polax preseth he and he;
	Byhynde the mast begynnyth he to fle,
	And out ageyn, and dryveth hym overbord;
645	He styngeth hym upon his speres ord;
	He rent the seyl with hokes lyke a sithe;
	He bryngeth the cuppe and biddeth hem be blythe;
	He poureth pesen upon the haches slidere;
	With pottes ful of lyme they gon togidere;
650	And thus the longe day in fyght they spende,
	Tyl at the laste, as every thyng hath ende,
	Antony is schent and put hym to the flyghte,
	And al his folk to-go that best go myghte.
	Fleth ek the queen, with al hire purpre sayl,
655	For strokes, whiche that wente as thikke as hayl;
	No wonder was she myghte it nat endure.
	And whan that Antony saw that aventure,
	"Allas," quod he, "the day that I was born!
	My worshipe in this day thus have I lorn."
660	And for dispeyr out of his wit he sterte
	And rof hymself anon thourghout the herte
	Or that he ferther wente out of the place.
	His wif, that coude of Cesar have no grace,
	To Egipt is fled for drede and for destresse.
665	But herkeneth, ye that speken of kyndenesse,
	Ye men that falsly sweren many an oth
	That ye wol deye if that youre love be wroth,
	Here may ye sen of wemen which a trouthe!
	This woful Cleopatre hath mad swich routhe
670	That ther is tonge non that may it telle.
	But on the morwe she wolde no lengere dwelle,
	But made hire subtyl werkmen make a shryne
	Of alle the rubyes and the stones fyne
	In al Egypte that she coude espie,
675	And putte ful the shryne of spicerye,
	And let the cors enbaume, and forth she fette
	This dede cors, and in the shryne it shette.
	And next the shryne a pit thanne doth she grave,
	And alle the serpentes that she myghte have,
680	She putte hem in that grave, and thus she seyde:
	"Now, love, to whom my sorweful herte obeyde
	So ferforthly that from that blisful houre
	That I yow swor to ben al frely youre --
	I mene yow, Antonius, my knyght --
685	That nevere wakynge, in the day or nyght,
	Ye nere out of myn hertes remembraunce,
	For wel or wo, for carole or for daunce;
	And in myself this covenaunt made I tho,
	That ryght swich as ye felten, wel or wo,
690	As fer forth as it in my power lay,
	Unreprovable unto my wyfhod ay,
	The same wolde I fele, lyf or deth --
	And thilke covenant whil me lasteth breth
	I wol fulfille; and that shal ben wel sene,
695	Was nevere unto hire love a trewer quene."
	And with that word, naked, with ful good herte,
	Among the serpents in the pit she sterte,
	And there she ches to have hire buryinge.
	Anon the nadderes gonne hire for to stynge,
700	And she hire deth receyveth with good cheere
	For love of Antony that was hire so dere.
	And this is storyal soth, it is no fable.
	Now, or I fynde a man thus trewe and stable,
	And wol for love his deth so frely take,
705	I preye God let oure hedes nevere ake! Amen.

Explicit Legenda Cleopatre, martiris.

II. The Legend of Thisbe
Incipit Legenda Tesbe Babilonie, martiris.

	At Babiloyne whylom fil it thus,
	The whyche toun the queen Semyramus
	Let dychen al aboute and walles make
	Ful hye, of hard tiles wel ybake:
710	There were dwellyng in this noble toun
	Two lordes, whiche that were of gret renoun,
	And woneden so nygh, upon a grene,
	That there nas but a ston-wal hem betweene,
	As ofte in grete tounes is the wone.
715	And soth to seyne, that o man hadde a sone,
	Of al that lond oon of the lustyeste.
	That other hadde a doughter, the fayreste
	That estward in the world was tho dwellynge.
	The name of everych gan to other sprynge
720	By women that were neighebores aboute.
	For in that contre yit, withouten doute,
	Maydenes been ykept, for jelosye,
	Ful streyte, lest they diden som folye.
	This yonge man was called Piramus,
725	Tysbe hight the maide, Naso seyth thus;
	And thus by report was hire name yshove
	That, as they wex in age, wex here love.
	And certeyn, as by resoun of hire age,
	There myghte have ben bytwixe hem maryage,
730	But that here fadres nolde it nat assente;
	And bothe in love ylyke sore they brente,
	That non of alle hyre frendes myght it lette,
	But pryvyly som tyme yit they mette
	By sleyghte, and spoken som of here desyr;
735	As wry the glede and hotter is the fyr,
	Forbede a love, and it is ten so wod.
	This wal, which that bitwixe hem bothe stod,
	Was clove a-two, ryght from the cop adoun,
	Of olde tyme of his fundacioun;
740	But yit this clyfte was so narw and lyte
	It nas nat sene, deere ynogh a myte.
	But what is that that love can nat espye?
	Ye loveres two, if that I shal nat lye,
	Ye founden first this litel narwe clifte;
745	And with a soun as softe as any shryfte,
	They lete here wordes thourgh the clifte pace,
	And tolden, whil that they stode in the place,
	Al here compleynt of love and al here wo,
	At every tyme whan they durste so.
750	Upon that o syde of the wal stod he,
	And on that other side stod Thesbe,
	The swote soun of other to receyve.
	And thus here wardeyns wolde they deceyve,
	And every day this wal they wolde threte,
755	And wisshe to God that it were doun ybete.
	Thus wolde they seyn: "Alas, thow wikkede wal!
	Thorgh thyn envye thow us lettest al.
	Why nylt thow cleve or fallen al a-two?
	Or at the leste, but thou woldist so,
760	Yit woldest thow but ones lat us mete,
	Or ones that we myghte kyssen swete,
	Thanne were we covered of oure cares colde.
	But, natheles, yit be we to thee holde,
	In as muche as thow sufferest for to gon
765	Oure wordes thourgh thy lym and ek thy ston.
	Yit oughte we with the been wel apayd."
	And whan these ydele wordes weren sayd,
	The colde wal they wolden kysse of ston,
	And take here leve and forth they wolden gon.
770	And this was gladly in the eve-tyde,
	Or wonder erly, lest men it espyde.
	And longe tyme they wroughte in this manere,
	Tyl on a day, whan Phebus gan to cleere --
	Aurora with the stremes of hire hete
775	Hadde dreyed up the dew of herbes wete --
	Unto this clyft, as it was wont to be,
	Com Piramus, and after com Thysbe,
	And plyghten trouthe fully in here fey
	That ilke same nyght to stele awey,
780	And to begile here wardeyns everichon,
	And forth out of the cite for to goon;
	And, for the feldes ben so brode and wide,
	For to mete in o place at o tyde,
	They sette mark here metynge sholde be
785	There kyng Nynus was grave under a tre --
	For olde payens that idoles heryed
	Useden tho in feldes to ben beryed --
	And faste by this grave was a welle.
	And shortly of this tale for to telle,
790	This covenaunt was affermed wonder faste;
	And longe hem thoughte that the sonne laste,
	That it nere gon under the se adoun.
	This Tisbe hath so gret affeccioun
	And so gret lykinge Piramus to se,
795	That whan she say hire tyme myghte be,
	At nyght she stal awey ful pryvyly,
	With hire face ywympled subtyly;
	For alle hire frendes -- for to save hire trouthe --
	She hath forsake; allas, and that is routhe
800	That evere woman wolde ben so trewe
	To truste man, but she the bet hym knewe.
	And to the tre she goth a ful good pas,
	For love made hire so hardy in this cas,
	And by the welle adoun she gan hyre dresse.
805	Allas! Than cometh a wilde lyonesse
	Out of the wode, withoute more arest,
	With blody mouth, of strangelynge of a best,
	To drynken of the welle there as she sat.
	And whan that Tisbe hadde espyed that,
810	She rist hire up, with a ful drery herte,
	And in a cave with dredful fot she sterte,
	For by the mone she say it wel withalle.
	And as she ran hire wympel let she falle
	And tok non hed, so sore she was awhaped,
815	And ek so glad that that she was escaped;
	And thus she sit and darketh wonder stylle.
	Whan that this lyonesse hath dronke hire fille,
	Aboute the welle gan she for to wynde,
	And ryght anon the wympel gan she fynde,
820	And with hire blody mouth it al torente.
	Whan this was don, no lengere she ne stente,
	But to the wode hire weye thanne hath she nome.
	And at the laste this Piramus is come;
	But al to longe, allas, at hom was he!
825	The mone shon, and he myghte wel yse,
	And in his wey, as that he com ful faste.
	His eyen to the ground adoun he caste,
	And in the sond, as he byheld adoun,
	He sey the steppes brode of a lyoun,
830	And in his herte he sodeynly agros,
	And pale he wex; therwith his heer aros,
	And ner he com, and fond the wimpel torn.
	"Allas," quod he, "the day that I was born!
	This o nyght wol us lovers bothe sle!
835	How shulde I axe mercy of Tisbe,
	Whan I am he that have yow slayn, allas!
	My biddyng hath yow slayn, as in this cas.
	Allas, to bidde a woman gon by nyghte
	In place there as peril falle myghte!
840	And I so slow! Allas, I ne hadde be
	Here in this place a furlong wey or ye!
	Now what lyoun that be in this forest,
	My body mote he renten, or what best
	That wilde is, gnawe mote he now myn herte!"
845	And with that word he to the wympel sterte,
	And kiste it ofte, and wep on it ful sore,
	And seyde, "Wympel, allas! There is no more
	But thow shalt feele as wel the blod of me
	As thow hast felt the bledyng of Thisbe!"
850	And with that word he smot hym to the herte.
	The blod out of the wounde as brode sterte
	As water whan the condit broken is.
	Now Tisbe, which that wiste nat of this,
	But sittynge in hire drede, she thoughte thus:
855	"If it so falle that my Piramus
	Be comen hider, and may me not yfynde,
	He may me holde fals and ek unkynde."
	And out she cometh and after hym gan espien,
	Bothe with hire herte and with hire yen,
860	And thoughte, "I wol hym tellen of my drede,
	Bothe of the lyonesse and al my deede."
	And at the laste hire love thanne hath she founde,
	Betynge with his heles on the grounde,
	Al blody, and therwithal a-bak she sterte,
865	And lik the wawes quappe gan hire herte,
	And pale as box she was, and in a throwe
	Avisede hire, and gan hym wel to knowe,
	That it was Piramus, hire herte deere.
	Who coude wryte which a dedly cheere
870	Hath Thisbe now, and how hire heer she rente,
	And how she gan hireselve to turmente,
	And how she lyth and swouneth on the grounde,
	And how she wep of teres ful his wounde;
	How medeleth she his blod with hire compleynte;
875	How with his blod hireselve gan she peynte;
	How clyppeth she the deede cors, allas!
	How doth this woful Tisbe in this cas!
	How kysseth she his frosty mouth so cold!
	"Who hath don this, and who hath been so bold
880	To sle my leef? O spek, my Piramus!
	I am thy Tisbe, that the calleth thus."
	And therwithal she lifteth up his hed.
	This woful man, that was nat fully ded,
	Whan that he herde the name of Tisbe cryen,
885	On hire he caste his hevy, dedly yen,
	And doun agayn, and yeldeth up the gost.
	Tysbe ryst up withouten noyse or bost,
	And saw hire wympel and his empty shethe,
	And ek his swerd that hym hath don to dethe.
890	Thanne spak she thus: "My woful hand," quod she,
	"Is strong ynogh in swich a werk to me;
	For love shal yeve me strengthe and hardynesse
	To make my wounde large ynogh, I gesse.
	I wol thee folwe ded, and I wol be
895	Felawe and cause ek of thy deth," quod she.
	"And thogh that nothing, save the deth only,
	Mighte thee fro me departe trewely,
	Thow shalt no more departe now fro me
	Than fro the deth, for I wol go with thee.
900	And now, ye wrechede jelos fadres oure,
	We that whilom were children youre,
	We preyen yow, withouten more envye,
	That in o grave yfere we moten lye,
	Sith love hath brought us to this pitous ende.
905	And ryghtwis God to every lovere sende,
	That loveth trewely, more prosperite
	Than evere yit had Piramus and Tisbe!
	And lat no gentil woman hyre assure
	To putten hire in swich an aventure.
910	But God forbede but a woman can
	Ben as trewe in lovynge as a man!
	And for my part, I shal anon it kythe."
	And with that word his swerd she tok as swythe,
	That warm was of hire loves blod, and hot,
915	And to the herte she hireselven smot.
	And thus are Tisbe and Piramus ygo.
	Of trewe men I fynde but fewe mo
	In alle my bokes, save this Piramus,
	And therfore have I spoken of hym thus.
920	For it is deynte to us men to fynde
	A man that can in love been trewe and kynde.
	Here may ye se, what lovere so he be,
	A woman dar and can as wel as he.

Explicit Legenda Tesbe.

III. The Legend of Dido
Incipit Legenda Didonis martiris, Cartaginis Regine.

	Glorye and honour, Virgil Mantoan,
925	Be to thy name! and I shal, as I can,
	Folwe thy lanterne, as thow gost byforn,
	How Eneas to Dido was forsworn.
	In thyn Eneyde and Naso wol I take
	The tenor, and the grete effectes make.
930	Whan Troye brought was to destruccioun
	By Grekes sleyghte, and namely by Synoun,
	Feynynge the hors offered unto Mynerve,
	Thourgh which that many a Troyan moste sterve;
	And Ector hadde, after his deth, apeered;
935	And fyr so wod it myghte nat been steered
	In al the noble tour of Ylioun,
	That of the cite was the chef dongeoun;
	And al the contre was so lowe ybrought,
	And Priamus the kyng fordon and nought;
940	And Enyas was charged by Venus
	To fleen awey, he tok Ascanius,
	That was his sone, in his ryght hand and fledde;
	And on his bak he bar and with hym ledde
	His olde fader cleped Anchises,
945	And by the weye his wif Creusa he les.
	And moche sorwe hadde he in his mynde,
	Or that he coude his felaweshipe fynde.
	But at the laste, whan he hadde hem founde,
	He made hym redy in a certeyn stounde,
950	And to the se ful faste he gan him hye,
	And sayleth forth with al his companye
	Toward Ytayle, as wolde his destinee.
	But of his aventures in the se
	Nis nat to purpos for to speke of here,
955	For it acordeth nat to my matere.
	But, as I seyde, of hym and of Dido
	Shal be my tale, til that I have do.
	So longe he saylede in the salte se
	Tyl in Libie unnethe aryvede he
960	With shipes sevene and with no more navye;
	And glad was he to londe for to hye,
	So was he with the tempest al toshake.
	And whan that he the haven hadde ytake,
	He hadde a knyght, was called Achates,
965	And hym of al his felawshipe he ches
	To gon with hym, the cuntre for t' espie.
	He tok with hym no more companye,
	But forth they gon, and lafte his shipes ryde,
	His fere and he, withouten any gyde.
970	So longe he walketh in this wildernesse,
	Til at the laste he mette an hunteresse.
	A bowe in hande and arwes hadde she;
	Hire clothes cutted were unto the kne.
	But she was yit the fayreste creature
975	That evere was yformed by Nature;
	And Eneas and Achates she grette,
	And thus she to hem spak whan she hem mette:
	"Saw ye," quod she, "as ye han walked wyde,
	Any of my sustren walke yow besyde
980	With any wilde bor or other best,
	That they han hunted to, in this forest,
	Ytukked up, with arwes in hire cas?"
	"Nay, sothly, lady," quod this Eneas;
	"But by thy beaute, as it thynketh me,
985	Thow myghtest nevere erthly woman be,
	But Phebus syster art thow, as I gesse.
	And if so be that thow be a goddesse,
	Have mercy on oure labour and oure wo."
	"I n' am no goddesse, sothly," quod she tho;
990	"For maydens walken in this contre here,
	With arwes and with bowe, in this manere.
	This is the reyne of Libie there ye ben,
	Of which that Dido lady is and queen" --
	And shortly tolde hym al the occasyoun
995	Why Dido cam into that regioun,
	Of which as now me lesteth nat to ryme;
	It nedeth nat, it were but los of tyme.
	For this is al and som, it was Venus,
	His owene moder, that spak with him thus,
1000	And to Cartage she bad he sholde hym dighte,
	And vanyshed anon out of his syghte.
	I coude folwe, word for word, Virgile,
	But it wolde lasten al to longe while.
	This noble queen that cleped was Dido,
1005	That whilom was the wif of Sytheo,
	That fayrer was than is the bryghte sonne,
	This noble toun of Cartage hath bigonne;
	In which she regneth in so gret honour
	That she was holden of alle queenes flour
1010	Of gentillesse, of fredom, of beaute,
	That wel was hym that myghte hire ones se;
	Of kynges and of lordes so desyred
	That al the world hire beaute hadde yfyred,
	She stod so wel in every wightes grace.
1015	Whan Eneas was come unto that place,
	Unto the mayster temple of al the toun
	Ther Dido was in hire devocyoun,
	Ful pryvyly his weye than hath he nome.
	Whan he was in the large temple come,
1020	I can nat seyn if that it be possible,
	But Venus hadde hym maked invysible --
	Thus seyth the bok, withouten any les.
	And whan this Eneas and Achates
	Hadden in this temple ben overal,
1025	Thanne founde they, depeynted on a wal,
	How Troye and al the lond destroyed was.
	"Allas, that I was born!" quod Eneas;
	"Thourghout the world oure shame is kid so wyde,
	Now it is peynted upon every syde.
1030	We, that weren in prosperite,
	Been now desclandred, and in swich degre,
	No lenger for to lyven I ne kepe."
	And with that word he brast out for to wepe
	So tenderly that routhe it was to sene.
1035	This fresshe lady, of the cite queene,
	Stod in the temple in hire estat real,
	So rychely and ek so fayr withal,
	So yong, so lusty, with hire eyen glade,
	That, if that God, that hevene and erthe made,
1040	Wolde han a love, for beaute and goodnesse,
	And womanhod, and trouthe, and semelynesse,
	Whom shulde he loven but this lady swete?
	Ther nys no woman to hym half so mete.
	Fortune, that hath the world in governaunce,
1045	Hath sodeynly brought in so newe a chaunce
	That nevere was ther yit so fremde a cas.
	For al the companye of Eneas,
	Which that he wende han loren in the se,
	Aryved is nat fer from that cite;
1050	For which the gretteste of his lordes some
	By aventure ben to the cite come,
	Unto that same temple, for to seke
	The queene, and of hire socour to beseke,
	Swich renoun was there sprongen of hire goodnesse.
1055	And whan they hadden told al here distresse,
	And al here tempest and here harde cas,
	Unto the queen apeered Eneas,
	And openly biknew that it was he.
	Who hadde joye thanne but his meyne,
1060	That hadde founde here lord, here governour?
	The queen saugh that they dide hym swych honour,
	And hadde herd ofte of Eneas er tho,
	And in hire herte she hadde routhe and wo
	That evere swich a noble man as he
1065	Shal ben disherited in swich degre;
	And saw the man, that he was lyk a knyght,
	And suffisaunt of persone and of myght,
	And lyk to been a verray gentil man;
	And wel his wordes he besette can,
1070	And hadde a noble visage for the nones,
	And formed wel of braunes and of bones.
	For after Venus hadde he swich fayrnesse
	That no man myghte be half so fayr, I gesse;
	And wel a lord he semede for to be.
1075	And, for he was a straunger, somwhat she
	Likede hym the bet, as, God do bote,
	To som folk ofte newe thyng is sote.
	Anon hire herte hath pite of his wo,
	And with that pite love com in also;
1080	And thus, for pite and for gentillesse,
	Refreshed moste he been of his distresse.
	She seyde, certes, that she sory was
	That he hath had swych peryl and swich cas;
	And, in hire frendly speche, in this manere
1085	She to hym spak, and seyde as ye may here:
	"Be ye nat Venus sone and Anchises?
	In good feyth, al the worshipe and encres
	That I may goodly don yow, ye shal have.
	Youre shipes and youre meyne shal I save."
1090	And many a gentil word she spak hym to,
	And comaunded hire messageres to go
	The same day, withouten any fayle,
	His shippes for to seke, and hem vitayle.
	Ful many a beste she to the shippes sente,
1095	And with the wyn she gan hem to presente,
	And to hire royal paleys she hire spedde,
	And Eneas alwey with hire she ledde.
	What nedeth yow the feste to descrive?
	He nevere beter at ese was in his lyve.
1100	Ful was the feste of deyntees and rychesse,
	Of instruments, of song, and of gladnesse,
	Of many an amorous lokyng and devys.
	This Eneas is come to paradys
	Out of the swolow of helle, and thus in joye
1105	Remembreth hym of his estat in Troye.
	To daunsynge chaumberes ful of paramentes,
	Of riche beddes, and of ornementes,
	This Eneas is led after the mete.
	And with the quene, whan that he hadde sete,
1110	And spices parted, and the wyn agon,
	Unto his chambres was he led anon
	To take his ese and for to have his reste,
	With al his folk, to don what so hem leste.
	There nas courser wel ybrydeled non,
1115	Ne stede, for the justing wel to gon,
	Ne large palfrey, esy for the nones,
	Ne jewel, fretted ful of ryche stones,
	Ne sakkes ful of gold, of large wyghte,
	Ne ruby non, that shynede by nyghte,
1120	Ne gentil hawtein faucoun heroner,
	Ne hound for hert or wilde bor or der,
	Ne coupe of gold, with floreyns newe ybete,
	That in the land of Libie may be gete,
	That Dido ne hath it Eneas ysent;
1125	And al is payed, what that he hath spent.
	Thus can this quene honurable hire gestes calle,
	As she that can in fredom passen alle.
	Eneas sothly ek, withouten les,
	Hadde sent unto his ship by Achates
1130	After his sone, and after riche thynges,
	Bothe sceptre, clothes, broches, and ek rynges,
	Some for to were, and some for to presente
	To hire that alle thise noble thynges hym sente;
	And bad his sone how that he shulde make
1135	The presenting, and to the queen it take.
	Repeyred is this Achates agayn,
	And Eneas ful blysful is and fayn
	To sen his yonge sone Ascanyus.
	But natheles, oure autour telleth us,
1140	That Cupido, that is the god of love,
	At preyere of his moder hye above,
	Hadde the liknesse of the child ytake,
	This noble queen enamored to make
	On Eneas; but, as of that scripture,
1145	Be as be may, I take of it no cure.
	But soth is this, the queen hath mad swich chere
	Unto this child, that wonder is to here;
	And of the present that his fader sente
	She thanked hym ful ofte, in good entente.
1150	Thus is this queen in plesaunce and in joye,
	With alle these newe lusty folk of Troye.
	And of the dedes hath she more enquered
	Of Eneas, and al the story lered
	Of Troye, and al the longe day they tweye
1155	Entendeden to speken and to pleye;
	Of which ther gan to breden swich a fyr
	That sely Dido hath now swich desyr
	With Eneas, hire newe gest, to dele,
	That she hath lost hire hewe and ek hire hele.
1160	Now to th' effect, now to the fruyt of al,
	Whi I have told this story, and telle shal.
	Thus I begynne: it fil upon a nyght,
	Whan that the mone up reysed hadde his lyght,
	This noble queene unto hire reste wente.
1165	She siketh sore, and gan hyreself turmente;
	She waketh, walweth, maketh many a breyd,
	As don these lovers, as I have herd seyd.
	And at the laste, unto hire syster Anne
	She made hire mone, and ryght thus spak she thanne:
1170	"Now, dere sister myn, what may it be
	That me agasteth in my drem?" quod she.
	"This newe Troyan is so in my thought,
	For that me thynketh he is so wel ywrought,
	And ek so likly for to ben a man,
1175	And therwithal so moche good he can,
	That al my love and lyf lyth in his cure.
	Have ye nat herd him telle his aventure?
	Now certes, Anne, if that ye rede it me,
	I wolde fayn to hym ywedded be;
1180	This is th' effect; what sholde I more seye?
	In hym lyth al, to do me live or deye."
	Hyre syster Anne, as she that coude hire good,
	Seyde as hire thoughte, and somdel it withstod.
	But herof was so long a sermounynge
1185	It were to long to make rehersynge.
	But finaly, it may nat ben withstonde;
	Love wol love, for nothing wol it wonde.
	The dawenyng up-rist out of the se.
	This amorous queene chargeth hire meyne
1190	The nettes dresse, and speres brode and kene;
	An huntyng wol this lusty freshe queene,
	So priketh hire this newe joly wo.
	To hors is al hir lusty folk ygo;
	Into the court the houndes been ybrought;
1195	And upon coursers swift as any thought
	Hire yonge knyghtes hoven al aboute,
	And of hire women ek an huge route.
	Upon a thikke palfrey, paper-whit,
	With sadel red, enbrouded with delyt,
1200	Of gold the barres up enbosede hye,
	Sit Dido, al in gold and perre wrye;
	And she as fair as is the bryghte morwe,
	That heleth syke folk of nyghtes sorwe.
	Upon a courser stertlynge as the fyr --
1205	Men myghte turne hym with a litel wyr --
	Sit Eneas, lik Phebus to devyse,
	So was he fressh arayed in his wyse.
	The fomy brydel with the bit of gold
	Governeth he ryght as hymself hath wold.
1210	And forth this noble queen thus lat I ride
	On huntynge, with this Troyan by hyre side.
	The herde of hertes founden is anon,
	With "Hay! Go bet! Pryke thow! Lat gon, lat gon!
	Why nyl the leoun comen, or the bere,
1215	That I myghte ones mete hym with this spere?"
	Thus seyn these yonge folk, and up they kylle
	These bestes wilde, and han hem at here wille.
	Among al this to rumbelen gan the hevene;
	The thunder rored with a grisely stevene;
1220	Doun cam the reyn with hayl and slet so faste,
	With hevenes fyr, that it so sore agaste
	This noble queen, and also hire meyne,
	That ech of hem was glad awey to fle.
	And shortly, from the tempest hire to save,
1225	She fledde hireself into a litel cave,
	And with hire wente this Eneas also.
	I not, with hem if there wente any mo;
	The autour maketh of it no mencioun.
	And here began the depe affeccioun
1230	Betwixe hem two; this was the firste morwe
	Of hire gladnesse, and gynning of hire sorwe.
	For there hath Eneas ykneled so,
	And told hire al his herte and al his wo,
	And swore so depe to hire to be trewe
1235	For wel or wo and chaunge hire for no newe;
	And as a fals lovere so wel can pleyne,
	That sely Dido rewede on his peyne,
	And tok hym for husbonde and becom his wyf
	For everemo, whil that hem laste lyf.
1240	And after this, whan that the tempest stente,
	With myrthe out as they comen, hom they wente.
	The wikke fame upros, and that anon,
	How Eneas hath with the queen ygon
	Into the cave; and demede as hem liste.
1245	And whan the kyng that Yarbas highte it wiste,
	As he that hadde hir loved evere his lyf,
	And wowede hyre, to han hire to his wyf,
	Swich sorwe as he hath maked, and swich cheere,
	It is a routhe and pite for to here.
1250	But as in love, alday it happeth so
	That oon shal laughen at anothers wo.
	Now laugheth Eneas and is in joye
	And more richesse than evere he was in Troye.
	O sely wemen, ful of innocence,
1255	Ful of pite, of trouthe and conscience,
	What maketh yow to men to truste so?
	Have ye swych routhe upon hyre feyned wo,
	And han swich olde ensaumples yow beforn?
	Se ye nat alle how they ben forsworn?
1260	Where sen ye oon that he ne hath laft his leef,
	Or ben unkynde, or don hire som myscheef,
	Or piled hire, or bosted of his dede?
	Ye may as wel it sen as ye may rede.
	Tak hede now of this grete gentil-man,
1265	This Troyan, that so wel hire plesen can,
	That feyneth hym so trewe and obeysynge,
	So gentil, and so privy of his doinge,
	And can so wel don alle his obeysaunces,
	And wayten hire at festes and at daunces,
1270	And whan she goth to temple and hom ageyn,
	And fasten til he hath his lady seyn,
	And beren in his devyses, for hire sake,
	Not I not what; and songes wolde he make,
	Justen, and don of armes many thynges,
1275	Sende hire lettres, tokens, broches, rynges --
	Now herkneth how he shal his lady serve!
	There as he was in peril for to sterve
	For hunger, and for myschef in the se,
	And desolat, and fled from his cuntre,
1280	And al his folk with tempest al todryven,
	She hath hire body and ek hire reame yiven
	Into his hand, there as she myghte have been
	Of othere land than of Cartage a queen,
	And lyved in joye ynogh; what wole ye more?
1285	This Eneas, that hath so depe yswore,
	Is wery of his craft withinne a throwe;
	The hote ernest is al overblowe.
	And pryvyly he doth his shipes dyghte,
	And shapeth hym to stele awey by nyghte.
1290	This Dido hath suspecioun of this,
	And thoughte wel that it was al amys.
	For in hir bed he lyth a-nyght and syketh.
	She axeth hym anon what hym myslyketh --
	"My dere herte, which that I love most?"
1295	"Certes," quod he, "this nyght my faderes gost
	Hath in my slep so sore me tormented,
	And ek Mercurye his message hath presented,
	That nedes to the conquest of Ytayle
	My destine is sone for to sayle;
1300	For which, me thynketh, brosten is myn herte!"
	Therwith his false teres out they sterte,
	And taketh hire withinne his armes two.
	"Is that in ernest?" quod she; "Wole ye so?
	Have ye nat sworn to wyve me to take?
1305	Allas, what woman wole ye of me make?
	I am a gentil woman and a queen.
	Ye wole nat from youre wif thus foule fleen?
	That I was born, allas! What shal I do?"
	To telle in short, this noble quen Dydo,
1310	She seketh halwes and doth sacryfise;
	She kneleth, cryeth, that routhe is to devyse;
	Conjureth hym, and profereth hym to be
	His thral, his servant in the leste degre;
	She falleth hym to fote and swouneth ther,
1315	Dischevele, with hire bryghte gilte her,
	And seyth, "Have mercy; let me with yow ryde!
	These lordes, which that wonen me besyde,
	Wole me distroyen only for youre sake.
	And, so ye wole me now to wive take,
1320	As ye han sworn, thanne wol I yeve yow leve
	To slen me with youre swerd now sone at eve!
	For thanne yit shal I deyen as youre wif.
	I am with childe, and yeve my child his lyf!
	Mercy, lord! Have pite in youre thought!"
1325	But al this thing avayleth hire ryght nought,
	For on a nyght, slepynge he let hire lye,
	And stal awey unto his companye,
	And as a traytour forth he gan to sayle
	Toward the large contre of Ytayle.
1330	Thus he hath laft Dido in wo and pyne,
	And wedded ther a lady hyghte Lavyne.
	A cloth he lafte, and ek his swerd stondynge,
	Whan he from Dido stal in hire slepynge,
	Ryght at hire beddes hed, so gan he hie,
1335	Whan that he stal awey to his navye;
	Which cloth, whan sely Dido gan awake,
	She hath it kyst ful ofte for his sake,
	And seyde, "O swete cloth, whil Juppiter it leste,
	Tak now my soule, unbynd me of this unreste!
1340	I have fulfild of fortune al the cours."
	And thus, allas, withouten his socours,
	Twenty tyme yswouned hath she thanne.
	And whanne that she unto hire syster Anne
	Compleyned hadde -- of which I may nat wryte,
1345	So gret a routhe I have it for t' endite --
	And bad hire norice and hire sister gon
	To fechen fyr and other thyng anon,
	And seyde that she wolde sacryfye --
	And whan she myghte hire tyme wel espie,
1350	Upon the fir of sacryfice she sterte,
	And with his swerd she rof hyre to the herte.
	But, as myn auctour seith, yit thus she seyde;
	Or she was hurt, byforen or she deyde,
	She wrot a lettre anon that thus began:
1355	"Ryght so," quod she, "as that the white swan
	Ayens his deth begynnyth for to synge,
	Right so to yow make I my compleynynge.
	Not that I trowe to geten yow ageyn,
	For wel I wot that it is al in veyn,
1360	Syn that the goddes been contraire to me.
	But syn my name is lost thourgh yow," quod she,
	"I may wel lese on yow a word or letter,
	Al be it that I shal ben nevere the better;
	For thilke wynd that blew youre ship awey,
1365	The same wynd hath blowe awey youre fey."
	But who wol al this letter have in mynde,
	Rede Ovyde, and in hym he shal it fynde.

Explicit Legenda Didonis martiris, Cartaginis Regine.

IV. The Legend of Hypsipyle and Medea
Incipit Legenda Ysiphile et Medee, martirum.

	Thow rote of false lovers, Duc Jasoun,
	Thow sly devourere and confusioun
1370	Of gentil wemen, tendre creatures,
	Thow madest thy recleymyng and thy lures
	To ladyes of thy statly aparaunce,
	And of thy wordes farced with plesaunce,
	And of thy feyned trouthe and thy manere,
1375	With thyn obesaunce and humble cheere,
	And with thy contrefeted peyne and wo.
	There othere falsen oon, thow falsest two!
	O, often swore thow that thow woldest dye
	For love, whan thow ne feltest maladye
1380	Save foul delyt, which that thow callest love!
	Yif that I live, thy name shal be shove
	In English that thy sekte shal be knowe!
	Have at thee, Jason! Now thyn horn is blowe!
	But certes, it is bothe routhe and wo
1385	That love with false loveres werketh so;
	For they shal have wel betere love and chere
	Than he that hath abought his love ful dere,
	Or hadde in armes many a blody box.
	For evere as tendre a capoun et the fox,
1390	Thow he be fals and hath the foul betrayed,
	As shal the good-man that therfore hath payed.
	Al have he to the capoun skille and ryght,
	The false fox wol have his part at nyght.
	On Jason this ensaumple is wel ysene
1395	By Isiphile and Medea the queene.

The Legend of Hypsipyle

	In Tessalie, as Guido tellith us,
	There was a kyng that highte Pelleus,
	That hadde a brother which that highte Eson;
	And whan for age he myghte unnethes gon,
1400	He yaf to Pelleus the governyng
	Of al his regne and made hym lord and kyng.
	Of which Eson this Jason geten was,
	That in his tyme in al that land there nas
	Nat swich a famous knyght of gentilesse,
1405	Of fredom, and of strengthe and lustynesse.
	After his fadres deth he bar hym so
	That there nas non that liste ben his fo,
	But dide hym al honour and companye.
	Of which this Pelleus hadde gret envye,
1410	Imagynynge that Jason myghte be
	Enhaunsed so and put in swich degre
	With love of lordes of his regioun,
	That from his regne he may ben put adoun.
	And in his wit a-nyght compassed he
1415	How Jason myghte best distroyed be
	Withoute sclaunder of his compassement,
	And at the last he tok avysement
	To senden hym into som fer contre,
	There as this Jason may destroyed be.
1420	This was his wit, al made he to Jasoun
	Gret chere of love and of affeccioun,
	For drede lest his lordes it espide.
	So fyl it, so as fame renneth wide,
	There was swich tydyng overal and swich loos,
1425	That in an yle that called was Colcos,
	Beyonde Troye, estward in the se,
	That therin was a ram that men mighte se
	That hadde a fles of gold that shon so bryghte
	That nowher was ther swich anothir syghte;
1430	But it was kept alwey with a dragoun,
	And many other merveyles, up and doun,
	And with two boles maked al of bras,
	That spitten fyr, and moche thyng there was.
	But this was ek the tale, natheles,
1435	That whoso wolde wynne thylke fles,
	He moste bothe, or he it wynne myghte,
	With the boles and the dragoun fyghte.
	And kyng Oetes lord was of that yle.
	This Pelleus bethoughte upon this wile,
1440	That he his neveu Jason wolde enhorte
	To saylen to that lond, hym to disporte,
	And seyde, "Nevew, if it myghte be
	That swich a worshipe myghte fallen the,
	That thow this famous tresor myghtest wynne,
1445	And bryngen it my regioun withinne,
	It were to me gret plesaunce and honour.
	Thanne were I holde to quyte thy labour;
	And al the cost I wol myselven make.
	And chees what folk that thow wilt with the take;
1450	Lat sen now, darst thow take this viage?"
	Jason was yong, and lusty of corage,
	And undertok to don this ilke empryse.
	Anon Argus his shipes gan devyse;
	With Jason wente the stronge Ercules,
1455	And many another that he with hym ches.
	But whoso axeth who is with hym gon,
	Lat hym go rede Argonautycon,
	For he wole telle a tale long ynogh.
	Philotetes anon the sayl up drogh,
1460	Whan that the wynd was good, and gan hym hye
	Out of his contre called Thessalye.
	So longe he seyled in the salte se,
	Til in the yle of Lemnon aryvede he --
	Al be this nat rehersed of Guido,
1465	Yit seyth Ovyde in his Epistels so --
	And of this ile lady was and quene
	The fayre yonge Ysiphele, the shene,
	That whylom Thoas doughter was, the kyng.
	Isiphile was gon in hire pleying,
1470	And, romynge on the clyves by the se,
	Under a banke anon aspied she
	Where that the ship of Jason gan aryve.
	Of hire goodnesse adoun she sendeth blyve
	To witen if that any straunge wight
1475	With tempest thider were yblowe a-nyght,
	To don him socour, as was hire usaunce
	To fortheren every wight, and don plesaunce
	Of verrey bounte and of curteysye.
	This messangeer adoun hym gan to hye,
1480	And fond Jason and Ercules also,
	That in a cog to londe were ygo,
	Hem to refreshen and to take the eyr.
	The morwenynge attempre was and fayr,
	And in his weye this messanger hem mette.
1485	Ful cunnyngly these lordes two he grette,
	And dide his message, axinge hem anon
	If they were broken, or ought wo begon,
	Or hadden nede of lodman or vitayle;
	For of socour they sholde nothyng fayle,
1490	For it was outrely the quenes wille.
	Jason answerde mekely and stylle:
	"My lady," quod he, "thanke I hertely
	Of hire goodnesse; us nedeth, trewely,
	Nothyng as now, but that we wery be,
1495	And come for to pleye out of the se
	Tyl that the wynd be better in oure weye."
	This lady rometh by the clyf to pleye,
	With hire meyne, endelong the stronde,
	And fynt this Jason and this other stonde
1500	In spekynge of this thyng, as I yow tolde.
	This Ercules and Jason gan beholde
	How that the queen it was, and fayre hire grette
	Anon-ryght as they with this lady mette;
	And she tok hed, and knew by hyre manere,
1505	By hire aray, by wordes, and by chere,
	That it were gentil-men of gret degre,
	And to the castel with hire ledeth she
	These straunge folk and doth hem gret honour,
	And axeth hem of travayle and labour
1510	That they han suffered in the salte se;
	So that, withinne a day, or two, or thre,
	She knew, by folk that in his shipes be,
	That it was Jason, ful of renone,
	And Ercules, that hadde the grete los,
1515	That soughten the aventures of Colcos;
	And dide hem honour more than before,
	And with hem deled evere lenger the more,
	For they ben worthy folk, withouten les.
	And namely, most she spak with Ercules;
1520	To hym hire herte bar, he shulde be
	Sad, wys, and trewe, of wordes avyse,
	Withouten any other affeccioun
	Of love, or evyl ymagynacyoun.
	This Ercules hath so this Jason preysed
1525	That to the sonne he hath hym up areysed,
	That half so trewe a man there nas of love
	Under the cope of heven that is above;
	And he was wis, hardy, secre, and ryche.
	Of these thre poyntes there nas non hym liche:
1530	Of fredom passede he, and lustyhede,
	Alle tho that lyven or been dede;
	Therto so gret a gentilman was he,
	And of Thessalye likly kyng to be.
	There nas no lak, but that he was agast
1535	To love, and for to speke shamefast.
	He hadde lever hymself to morder, and dye,
	Than that men shulde a lovere hym espye.
	"As wolde God that I hadde yive
	My blod and flesh, so that I myghte live,
1540	With the nones that he hadde owher a wif
	For hys estat; for swich a lusty lyf
	She shulde lede with this lusty knyght!"
	And al this was compassed on the nyght
	Bytwixe hym Jason and this Ercules.
1545	Of these two here was a shrewed lees,
	To come to hous upon an innocent!
	For to bedote this queen was here assent.
	And Jason is as coy as is a mayde;
	He loketh pitously, but nought he sayde,
1550	But frely yaf he to hire conseyleres
	Yiftes grete, and to hire officeres.
	As wolde God I leyser hadde and tyme
	By proces al his wowyng for to ryme!
	But in this hous if any fals lovere be,
1555	Ryght as hymself now doth, ryght so dide he,
	With feynynge, and with every subtil dede.
	Ye gete namore of me, but ye wole rede
	Th' origynal, that telleth al the cas.
	The somme is this: that Jason wedded was
1560	Unto this queen and tok of hir substaunce
	What so hym leste unto his purveyaunce;
	And upon hire begat he children two,
	And drogh his sayl and saw hir nevere mo.
	A letter sente she to hym, certeyn,
1565	Which were to longe to wryten and to sen,
	And hym reprevith of his grete untrouthe,
	And preyeth him on hire to have som routhe.
	And of his children two she seyde hym this:
	That they ben lyk of alle thyng, ywis,
1570	To Jason, save they coude nat begile;
	And preyede God, or it were longe while,
	That she that hadde his herte yraft hire fro
	Moste fynden hym untrewe to hir also,
	And that she moste bothe hire chyldren spylle,
1575	And alle tho that sufferede hym his wille.
	And trewe to Jason was she al hire lyf,
	And evere kepte hire chast, as for his wif;
	Ne nevere hadde she joye at hire herte,

The Legend of Medea

	But deyede for his love, of sorwes smerte.
1580	To Colcos comen is this duc Jasoun,
	That is of love devourer and dragoun.
	As mater apetiteth forme alwey
	And from forme into forme it passen may,
	Or as a welle that were botomles,
1585	Ryght so can false Jason have no pes.
	For to desyren thourgh his apetit
	To don with gentil women his delyt,
	This is his lust and his felicite.
	Jason is romed forth to the cyte
1590	That whilom cleped was Jaconitos,
	That was the mayster-toun of al Colcos,
	And hath ytold the cause of his comyng
	Unto Oetes, of that contre kyng,
	Preyinge hym that he moste don his assay
1595	To gete the fles of gold if that he may;
	Of which the kyng assenteth to his bone,
	And doth hym honour, as it was to done,
	So fer forth that his doughter and his eyr,
	Medea, which that was so wis and fayr
1600	That fayrer say there nevere man with ye,
	He made hire don to Jason companye
	At mete, and sitte by hym in the halle.
	Now was Jason a semely man withalle,
	And lyk a lord, and hadde a gret renoun,
1605	And of his lok as real as a leoun,
	And goodly of his speche, and familer,
	And coude of love al craft and art pleyner
	Withoute bok, with everych observaunce.
	And, as Fortune hire oughte a foul myschaunce,
1610	She wex enamoured upon this man.
	"Jason," quod she, "for ought I se or can,
	As of this thyng the whiche ye ben aboute,
	Ye han youreself yput in moche doute.
	For whoso wol this aventure acheve,
1615	He may nat wel asterten, as I leve,
	Withouten deth, but I his helpe be.
	But natheles, it is my wylle," quod she,
	"To fortheren yow so that ye shal nat die,
	But turnen sound hom to youre Tessalye."
1620	"My ryghte lady," quod this Jason tho,
	"That ye han of my deth or of my wo
	Any reward, and don me this honour,
	I wot wel that my myght ne my labour
	May nat disserve it in my lyves day.
1625	God thanke yow there I ne can ne may!
	Youre man I am, and lowely yow beseche
	To ben my helpe, withoute more speche;
	But, certes, for my deth shal I nat spare."
	Tho gan this Medea to hym declare
1630	The peril of this cas from poynt to poynt,
	And of his batayle, and in what disjoynt
	He mote stonde, of which no creature
	Save only she ne myghte his lyf assure.
	And shortly to the poynt ryght for to go,
1635	They been acorded ful bytwixe hem two
	That Jason shal hire wedde, as trewe knyght;
	And terme set to come sone at nyght
	Unto hire chamber and make there his oth
	Upon the goddes, that he for lef or loth
1640	Ne sholde nevere hire false, nyght ne day,
	To ben hire husbonde whil he lyve may,
	As she that from his deth hym saved here.
	And hereupon at nyght they mette in-feere,
	And doth his oth, and goth with hire to bedde;
1645	And on the morwe upward he hym spedde,
	For she hath taught hym how he shal nat fayle
	The fles to wynne and stynten his batayle;
	And saved hym his lyf and his honour;
	And gat hym a name ryght as a conquerour,
1650	Ryght thourgh the sleyghte of hire enchauntement.
	Now hath Jason the fles, and hom is went
	With Medea, and tresor ful gret won;
	But unwist of hire fader is she gon
	To Tessaly with Duk Jason hire lef,
1655	That afterward hath brought hire to myschef.
	For as a traytour he is from hire go,
	And with hire lafte his yonge children two,
	And falsly hath betraysed hire, allas,
	As evere in love a chef traytour he was;
1660	And wedded yit the thridde wif anon,
	That was the doughter of the kyng Creon.
	This is the mede of lovynge and guerdoun
	That Medea receyved of Jasoun
	Ryght for hire trouthe and for hire kyndenesse,
1665	That lovede hym beter than hireself, I gesse,
	And lafte hire fader and hire herytage.
	And of Jason this is the vassellage,
	That in his dayes nas ther non yfounde
	So fals a lovere goinge on the grounde.
1670	And therfore in hire letter thus she seyde
	Fyrst, whan she of his falsnesse hym upbreyde:
	"Whi lykede me thy yelwe her to se
	More than the boundes of myn honeste?
	Why lykede me thy youthe and thy fayrnesse,
1675	And of thy tonge, the infynyt graciousnesse?
	O, haddest thow in thy conquest ded ybe,
	Ful mikel untrouthe hadde ther deyd with the!"
	Wel can Ovyde hire letter in vers endyte,
	Which were as now to long for me to wryte.

Explicit Legenda Ysiphile et Medee, martirum.

V. The Legend of Lucrece
Incipit Legenda Lucrecie, Rome, martiris.

1680	Now mot I seyn the exilynge of kynges
	Of Rome, for here horible doinges,
	And of the laste kyng Tarquinius,
	As seyth Ovyde and Titus Lyvius.
	But for that cause telle I nat this storye,
1685	But for to preyse and drawe to memorye
	The verray wif, the verray trewe Lucresse,
	That for hyre wifhod and hire stedefastnesse
	Nat only that these payens hire comende,
	But he that cleped is in oure legende
1690	The grete Austyn hath gret compassioun
	Of this Lucresse, that starf at Rome toun;
	And in what wise, I wol but shortly trete,
	And of this thyng I touche but the grete.
	Whan Ardea beseged was aboute
1695	With Romeyns, that ful sterne were and stoute,
	Ful longe lay the sege and lytel wroughten,
	So that they were half idel, as hem thoughten;
	And in his pley Tarquinius the yonge
	Gan for to jape, for he was lyght of tonge,
1700	And seyde that it was an ydel lyf;
	No man dide there no more than his wif.
	"And lat us speke of wyves, that is best;
	Preyse every man his owene as hym lest,
	And with oure speche lat us ese oure herte."
1705	A knyght that highte Colatyn up sterte,
	And seyde thus: "Nay, sire, it is no nede
	To trowen on the word, but on the dede.
	I have a wif," quod he, "that, as I trowe,
	Is holden good of alle that evere hire knowe.
1710	Go we to-nyght to Rome, and we shal se."
	Tarquinius answerde, "That liketh me."
	To Rome be they come, and faste hem dyghte
	To Colatynes hous and doun they lyghte,
	Tarquinius and ek this Colatyn.
1715	The husbonde knew the estris wel and fyn,
	And prively into the hous they gon,
	Nor at the yate porter nas there non,
	And at the chambre-dore they abyde.
	This noble wif sat by hire beddes side
1720	Dischevele, for no malyce she ne thoughte;
	And softe wolle oure bok seyth that she wroughte
	To kepen hire from slouthe and idelnesse;
	And bad hire servaunts don hire besynesse,
	And axeth hem, "What tydyngs heren ye?
1725	How seyth men of the sege, how shal it be?
	God wolde the walles were falle adoun!
	Myn husbonde is to longe out of this toun,
	For which the drede doth me so to smerte
	That with a swerd it stingeth to myn herte
1730	Whan I thynke on the sege or on that place.
	God save my lord, I preye hym for his grace!"
	And therwithal ful tenderly she wep,
	And of hire werk she tok no more kep,
	And mekely she let hyre eyen falle;
1735	And thilke semblaunt sat hire wel withalle.
	And eek hire teres, ful of honeste,
	Embelished hire wifly chastite;
	Hyre contenaunce is to hire herte dygne,
	For they acorde bothe in dede and sygne.
1740	And with that word hire husbonde Colatyn,
	Or she of him was war, com stertynge in
	And seyde, "Drede the nat, for I am here!"
	And she anon up ros with blysful chere
	And kiste hym, as of wives is the wone.
1745	Tarquinius, this proude kynges sone,
	Conceyved hath hire beaute and hyre cheere,
	Hire yelwe her, hire shap, and hire manere,
	Hire hew, hire wordes, that she hath compleyned
	(And by no craft hire beaute nas nat feyned),
1750	And caughte to this lady swich desyr
	That in his herte brende as any fyr,
	So wodly that his wit was al forgeten.
	For wel thoghte he she wolde nat ben geten;
	And ay the more that he was in dispayr,
1755	The more he coveyteth and thoughte hire fayr.
	His blynde lust was al his coveytynge.
	A-morwe, whan the brid began to synge,
	Unto the sege he cometh ful privily,
	And by hymself he walketh soberly,
1760	Th' ymage of hire recordynge alwey newe:
	"Thus lay hire her, and thus fresh was hyre hewe;
	Thus sat, thus spak, thus span; this was hire chere;
	Thus fayr she was, and this was hire manere."
	Al this conseit hys herte hath newe ytake.
1765	And as the se, with tempest al toshake,
	That after, whan the storm is al ago,
	Yit wol the water quappe a day or two,
	Ryght so, thogh that hire forme were absent,
	The plesaunce of hire forme was present;
1770	But natheles, nat plesaunce but delit,
	Or an unrightful talent, with dispit --
	"For, maugre hyre, she shal my leman be!
	Hap helpeth hardy man alday," quod he;
	"What ende that I make, it shal be so."
1775	And girte hym with his swerd and gan to go,
	And forth he rit til he to Rome is come,
	And al alone his wey than hath he nome
	Unto the hous of Colatyn ful ryght.
	Doun was the sonne and day hath lost his lyght;
1780	And in he cometh into a prive halke,
	And in the nyght ful thefly gan he stalke,
	Whan every wight was to his reste brought,
	Ne no wight hadde of tresoun swich a thought.
	Were it by wyndow or by other gyn,
1785	With swerd ydrawe shortly he com in
	There as she lay, this noble wif Lucresse.
	And as she wok, hire bed she felte presse.
	"What beste is that," quod she, "that weyeth thus?"
	"I am the kynges sone, Tarquinius,"
1790	Quod he, "but, and thow crye or noyse make,
	Or if there any creature awake,
	By thilke God that formed man alyve,
	This swerd thourghout thyn herte shal I ryve."
	And therwithal unto hire throte he sterte,
1795	And sette the poynt al sharp upon hire herte.
	No word she spak, she hath no myght therto.
	What shal she seyn? Hire wit is al ago.
	Ryght as a wolf that fynt a lomb alone,
	To whom shal she compleyne or make mone?
1800	What, shal she fyghte with an hardy knyght?
	Wel wot men that a woman hath no myght.
	What, shal she crye, or how shal she asterte
	That hath hire by the throte with swerd at herte?
	She axeth grace, and seyth al that she can.
1805	"Ne wilt thow nat," quod he, this crewel man,
	"As wisly Jupiter my soule save,
	As I shal in the stable slen thy knave,
	And ley hym in thy bed, and loude crye
	That I the fynde in swich avouterye.
1810	And thus thow shalt be ded and also lese
	Thy name, for thow shalt non other chese."
	These Romeyns wyves lovede so here name
	At thilke tyme, and dredde so the shame,
	That, what for fer of sclaunder and drede of deth,
1815	She loste bothe at ones wit and breth,
	And in a swogh she lay, and wex so ded
	Men myghte smyten of hire arm or hed;
	She feleth no thyng, neyther foul ne fayr.
	Tarquinius, that art a kynges eyr,
1820	And sholdest, as by lynage and by ryght,
	Don as a lord and as a verray knyght,
	Whi hastow don dispit to chivalrye?
	Whi hastow don this lady vilanye?
	Allas, of the this was a vileyns dede!
1825	But now to purpos; in the story I rede,
	Whan he was gon and this myschaunce is falle,
	This lady sente after hire frendes alle,
	Fader, moder, husbonde, alle yfeere;
	And al dischevele, with hire heres cleere,
1830	In habit swich as women used tho
	Unto the buryinge of hire frendes go,
	She sit in halle with a sorweful sighte.
	Hyre frendes axen what hire eylen myghte,
	And who was ded; and she sit ay wepynge;
1835	A word, for shame, forth ne myght she brynge,
	Ne upon hem she durste nat beholde.
	But atte last of Tarquyny she hem tolde
	This rewful cas and al thys thing horryble.
	The woo to tellen were an impossible,
1840	That she and al hir frendes made attones.
	Al hadde folkes hertes ben of stones,
	Hyt myght have maked hem upon hir rewe,
	Hir herte was so wyfly and so trewe.
	She sayde that, for hir gylt ne for hir blame,
1845	Hir husbonde shulde nat have the foule name,
	That wolde she nat suffre by no wey.
	And they answerden alle, upon hir fey,
	That they forgave yt hyr, for yt was ryght;
	It was no gilt, it lay not in hir myght;
1850	And seyden hir ensamples many oon.
	But al for noght; for thus she seyde anoon:
	"Be as be may," quod she, "of forgyvyng,
	I wol not have noo forgyft for nothing."
	But pryvely she kaughte forth a knyf,
1855	And therwithal she rafte hirself hir lyf;
	And as she fel adoun, she kaste hir lok,
	And of hir clothes yet she hede tok.
	For in hir fallynge yet she had a care,
	Lest that hir fet or suche thyng lay bare;
1860	So wel she loved clennesse and eke trouthe.
	Of hir had al the toun of Rome routhe,
	And Brutus by hir chaste blood hath swore
	That Tarquyn shulde ybanysshed be therfore,
	And al hys kyn; and let the peple calle,
1865	And openly the tale he tolde hem alle,
	And openly let cary her on a bere
	Thurgh al the toun, that men may see and here
	The horryble dede of hir oppressyoun,
	Ne never was ther kyng in Rome toun
1870	Syn thilke day; and she was holden there
	A seynt, and ever hir day yhalwed dere
	As in hir lawe; and thus endeth Lucresse,
	The noble wyf, as Tytus bereth witnesse.
	I telle hyt for she was of love so trewe,
1875	Ne in hir wille she chaunged for no newe;
	And for the stable herte, sadde and kynde,
	That in these wymmen men may alday fynde.
	Ther as they kaste hir herte, there it dwelleth.
	For wel I wot that Crist himselve telleth
1880	That in Israel, as wyd as is the lond,
	That so gret feyth in al that he ne fond
	As in a woman; and this is no lye.
	And as of men, loke ye which tirannye
	They doon alday; assay hem whoso lyste,
1885	The trewest ys ful brotel for to triste.

Explicit Legenda Lucrecie Rome, martiris.

VI. The Legend of Ariadne
Incipit Legenda Adriane de Athenes.

	Juge infernal, Mynos, of Crete kyng,
	Now cometh thy lot, now comestow on the ryng.
	Nat for thy sake oonly write I this storye,
	But for to clepe ageyn unto memorye
1890	Of Theseus the grete untrouthe of love;
	For which the goddes of the heven above
	Ben wrothe, and wreche han take for thy synne.
	Be red for shame! Now I thy lyf begynne.
	Mynos, that was the myghty kyng of Crete,
1895	That hadde an hundred citees stronge and grete,
	To scole hath sent hys sone Androgeus,
	To Athenes; of the which hyt happed thus,
	That he was slayn, lernynge philosophie,
	Ryght in that citee, nat but for envye.
1900	The grete Mynos, of the which I speke,
	Hys sones deth ys come for to wreke.
	Alcathoe he besegeth harde and longe;
	But natheles, the walles be so stronge,
	And Nysus, that was kyng of that citee,
1905	So chevalrous, that lytel dredeth he;
	Of Mynos or hys ost tok he no cure,
	Til on a day befel an aventure,
	That Nysus doughter stod upon the wal,
	And of the sege saw the maner al.
1910	So happed it that at a scarmishyng
	She caste hire herte upon Mynos the kyng,
	For his beaute and for his chyvalrye,
	So sore that she wende for to dye.
	And, shortly of this proces for to pace,
1915	She made Mynos wynnen thilke place,
	So that the cite was al at his wille,
	To saven whom hym leste or elles spille.
	But wikkedly he quitte hire kyndenesse,
	And let hire drenche in sorwe and distresse,
1920	Nere that the goddes hadde of hire pite;
	But that tale were to long as now for me.
	Athenes wan thys kyng Mynos also,
	As Alcathoe, and other tounes mo.
	And this th' effect, that Mynos hath so driven
1925	Hem of Athenes that they mote hym yiven
	From yer to yer hire owene children dere
	For to be slayne right as ye shal here.
	This Mynos hadde a monstre, a wiked best,
	That was so crewel that, withoute arest,
1930	Whan that a man was brought in his presence,
	He wolde hym ete; ther helpeth no defence.
	And every thridde yeer, withouten doute,
	They caste lot, and as it com aboute
	On riche, on pore, he moste his sone take,
1935	And of his child he moste present make
	Unto Minos, to save hym or to spylle,
	Or lete his best devoure hym at his wille.
	And this hath Mynos don, ryght in dispit;
	To wreke his sone was set al his delyt,
1940	And maken hem of Athenes his thral
	From yer to yer, whil that he liven shal;
	And hom he sayleth whan this toun is wonne.
	This wiked custom is so longe yronne,
	Til that of Athenes kyng Egeus
1945	Mot senden his owene sone, Theseus,
	Sith that the lot is fallen hym upon,
	To ben devoured, for grace is there non.
	And forth is lad this woful yonge knyght
	Unto the court of kyng Mynos ful ryght,
1950	And into a prysoun, fetered, cast is he
	Tyl thilke tyme he sholde freten be.
	Wel maystow wepe, O woful Theseus,
	That art a kynges sone, and dampned thus.
	Me thynketh this, that thow were depe yholde
1955	To whom that savede thee from cares colde!
	And if now any woman helpe the,
	Wel oughtestow hire servaunt for to be,
	And ben hire trewe lovere yer be yere!
	But now to come ageyn to my matere.
1960	The tour there as this Theseus is throwe
	Doun in the botom derk and wonder lowe,
	Was joynynge in the wal to a foreyne;
	And it was longynge to the doughtren tweyne
	Of Mynos, that in hire chaumbers grete
1965	Dwellten above, toward the mayster-strete
	Of Athenes, in joye and in solas.
	Noot I not how, it happede par cas,
	As Theseus compleynede hym by nyghte,
	The kynges doughter, Adryane that highte,
1970	And ek hire syster Phedra, herden al
	His compleynynge as they stode on the wal
	And lokeden upon the bryghte mone.
	Hem leste nat to go to bedde so sone;
	And of his wo they hadde compassioun.
1975	A kynges sone to ben in swich prysoun,
	And ben devoured, thoughte hem gret pite.
	This Adryane spak to hire syster fre,
	And seyde, "Phedra, leve syster dere,
	This woful lordes sone may ye nat here,
1980	How pitously compleyneth he his kyn,
	And ek his povre estat that he is in,
	And gilteles? Now, certes, it is routhe!
	And if ye wol assenten, by my trouthe,
	He shal ben holpen, how so that we do."
1985	Phedra answerde, "Ywis, me is as wo
	For hym as evere I was for any man;
	And, to his help, the beste red I can
	Is that we do the gayler prively
	To come and speke with us hastily,
1990	And don this woful man with hym to come.
	For if he may this monstre overcome,
	Thanne were he quyt; ther is non other bote.
	Lat us wel taste hym at his herte-rote,
	That if so be that he a wepen have,
1995	Wher that he dar, his lyf to kepe and save,
	Fyghten with the fend, and hym defende.
	For in the prysoun ther he shal descende,
	Ye wote wel that the beste is in a place
	That nys nat derk, and hath roum eek and space
2000	To welde an ax, or swerd, or staf, or knyf;
	So that, me thynketh, he shulde save his lyf.
	If that he be a man, he shal do so.
	And we shul make hym balles ek also
	Of wex and tow, that whan he gapeth faste,
2005	Into the bestes throte he shal hem caste
	To slake his hunger and encombre his teth;
	And right anon, whan that Theseus seth
	The beste achoked, he shal on hym lepe
	To slen hym or they comen more to-hepe.
2010	This wepen shal the gayler, or that tyde,
	Ful prively withinne the prysoun hyde;
	And for the hous is krynkeled to and fro,
	And hath so queynte weyes for to go --
	For it is shapen as the mase is wrought --
2015	Therto have I a remedye in my thought,
	That, by a clewe of twyn, as he hath gon,
	The same weye he may returne anon,
	Folwynge alwey the thred as he hath come.
	And whan that he this beste hath overcome,
2020	Thanne may he flen awey out of this drede,
	And ek the gayler may he with hym lede,
	And hym avaunce at hom in his cuntre,
	Syn that so gret a lordes sone is he.
	This is my red, if that he dar it take."
2025	What sholde I lenger sarmoun of it make?
	This gayler cometh, and with hym Theseus.
	Whan these thynges ben acorded thus,
	Adoun sit Theseus upon his kne --
	"The ryghte lady of my lyf," quod he,
2030	"I, sorweful man, ydampned to the deth,
	Fro yow, whil that me lasteth lyf or breth,
	I wol nat twynne, after this aventure,
	But in youre servise thus I wol endure,
	That, as a wreche unknowe, I wol yow serve
2035	For everemo, til that myn herte sterve.
	Forsake I wol at hom myn herytage,
	And, as I seyde, ben of youre court a page,
	If that ye vouche-sauf that in this place
	Ye graunte me to han so gret a grace
2040	That I may han nat but my mete and drynke.
	And for my sustenaunce yit wol I swynke,
	Ryght as yow leste, that Mynos ne no wight --
	Syn that he saw me nevere with eyen syght --
	Ne no man elles, shal me conne espye;
2045	So slyly and so wel I shal me gye,
	And me so wel disfigure and so lowe,
	That in this world ther shal no man me knowe,
	To han my lyf, and for to han presence
	Of yow, that don to me this excellence.
2050	And to my fader shal I sende here
	This worthy man that is now youre gaylere,
	And hym so gwerdone that he shal wel be
	Oon of the gretteste men of my cuntre.
	And if I durste seyn, my lady bryght,
2055	I am a kynges sone and ek a knyght.
	As wolde God, if that it myghte be
	Ye weren in my cuntre, alle thre,
	And I with yow to bere yow compaignye,
	Thanne shulde ye se if that I therof lye.
2060	And if I profre yow in low manere
	To ben youre page and serven yow ryght here,
	But I yow serve as lowly in that place,
	I preye to Mars to yeve me swich a grace
	That shames deth on me ther mote falle,
2065	And deth and poverte to my frendes alle;
	And that my spirit by nyghte mote go,
	After my deth, and walke to and fro,
	That I mote of traytour have a name,
	For which my spirit go, to do me shame!
2070	And if I evere cleyme other degre,
	But if ye vouche-sauf to yeve it me,
	As I have seyd, of shames deth I deye!
	And mercy, lady! I can nat elles seye."
	A semely knyght was Theseus to se,
2075	And yong, but of a twenty yer and thre.
	But whoso hadde seyn his contenaunce,
	He wolde have wept for routhe of his penaunce;
	For which this Adryane in this manere
	Answerde hym to his profre and to his chere:
2080	"A kynges sone, and ek a knyght," quod she,
	"To ben my servaunt in so low degre,
	God shilde it, for the shame of wemen alle,
	And lene me nevere swich a cas befalle!
	But sende yow grace of herte and sleyghte also,
2085	Yow to defende and knyghtly slen youre fo,
	And leve hereafter that I may yow fynde
	To me and to my syster here so kynde,
	That I repente nat to yeve yow lyf!
	Yit were it betere that I were youre wyf,
2090	Syn that ye ben as gentil born as I,
	And have a reaume, nat but faste by,
	Than that I suffered, gilteles, yow sterve,
	Or that I let yow as a page serve.
	It nys no profre as unto youre kynrede;
2095	But what is that that man nyl don for drede?
	And to my syster, syn that it is so
	That she mot gon with me, if that I go,
	Or elles suffre deth as wel as I,
	That ye unto youre sone as trewely
2100	Don hire ben wedded at youre hom-comyng.
	This is the final ende of al this thyng;
	Ye swere it here, upon al that may be sworn."
	"Ye, lady myn," quod he, "or ellis torn
	Mote I be with the Mynotaur to-morwe!
2105	And haveth hereof myn herte blod to borwe,
	If that ye wole; if I hadde knyf or spere,
	I wolde it laten out, and theron swere,
	For thanne at erst I wot ye wole me leve.
	By Mars, that is the chef of my beleve,
2110	So that I myghte liven and nat fayle
	To-morwe for t' acheve my batayle,
	I wolde nevere from this place fle,
	Til that ye shulde the verray preve se.
	For now, if that the sothe I shal yow say,
2115	I have yloved yow ful many a day,
	Thogh ye ne wiste it nat, in my cuntre,
	And aldermost desired yow to se
	Of any erthly livynge creature.
	Upon my trouthe I swere and yow assure,
2120	This sevene yer I have youre servaunt be.
	Now have I yow, and also have ye me,
	My dere herte, of Athenes duchesse!"
	This lady smyleth at his stedefastnesse,
	And at his hertely wordes and his chere,
2125	And to hyre sister seyde in this manere,
	Al softely: "Now, syster myn," quod she,
	"Now be we duchesses, bothe I and ye,
	And sekered to the regals of Athenes,
	And bothe hereafter likly to ben quenes;
2130	And saved from his deth a kynges sone,
	As evere of gentil women is the wone
	To save a gentyl man, emforth hire myght,
	In honest cause, and namely in his ryght.
	Me thynketh no wight oughte us herof blame,
2135	Ne beren us therfore an evil name."
	And shortly of this mater for to make,
	This Theseus of hire hath leve take,
	And every poynt was performed in dede
	As ye han in this covenaunt herd me rede.
2140	His wepne, his clewe, his thyng, that I have sayd,
	Was by the gayler in the hous yleyd,
	Ther as the Mynotaur hath his dwellynge,
	Ryght faste by the dore, at his entrynge.
	And Theseus is lad unto his deth,
2145	And forth unto this Mynotaur he geth,
	And by the techynge of this Adryane
	He overcom this beste and was his bane;
	And out he cometh by the clewe agayn
	Ful prively, whan he this beste hath slayn;
2150	And by the gayler geten hath a barge,
	And of his wyves tresor gan it charge,
	And tok his wif, and ek hire sister fre,
	And ek the gayler, and with hem alle thre
	Is stole awey out of the lond by nyghte,
2155	And to the contre of Ennopye hym dyghte
	There as he hadde a frend of his knowynge.
	There feste they, there daunce they and synge;
	And in his armes hath this Adryane,
	That of the beste hath kept hym from his bane;
2160	And gat hym there a newe barge anon,
	And of his contre-folk a ful gret won,
	And taketh his leve, and homward sayleth he.
	And in an yle amyd the wilde se,
	Ther as there dwelled creature non
2165	Save wilde bestes, and that ful many oon,
	He made his ship a-londe for to sette;
	And in that yle half a day he lette,
	And seyde that on the lond he moste hym reste.
	His maryners han don ryght as hym leste;
2170	And, for to tellen shortly in this cas,
	Whan Adryane his wif aslepe was,
	For that hire syster fayrer was than she,
	He taketh hire in his hond and forth goth he
	To shipe, and as a traytour stal his wey,
2175	Whil that this Adryane aslepe lay,
	And to his contre-ward he sayleth blyve --
	A twenty devel-wey the wynd hym dryve! --
	And fond his fader drenched in the se.
	Me lest no more to speke of hym, parde.
2180	These false lovers, poysoun be here bane!
	But I wol turne ageyn to Adryane,
	That is with slep for werynesse atake.
	Ful sorwefully hire herte may awake.
	Allas, for thee myn herte hath now pite!
2185	Ryght in the dawenyng awaketh she,
	And gropeth in the bed, and fond ryght nought.
	"Allas," quod she, "that evere I was wrought!
	I am betrayed!" and hire her torente,
	And to the stronde barefot faste she wente,
2190	And cryed, "Theseus, myn herte swete!
	Where be ye, that I may nat with yow mete,
	And myghte thus with bestes ben yslayn?"
	The holwe rokkes answerde hire agayn.
	No man she saw, and yit shyned the mone,
2195	And hye upon a rokke she wente sone,
	And saw his barge saylynge in the se.
	Cold wex hire herte, and ryght thus seyde she:
	"Meker than ye fynde I the bestes wilde!"
	Hadde he nat synne that hire thus begylde?
2200	She cryed, "O turn ageyn, for routhe and synne!
	Thy barge hath nat al his meyne inne!"
	Hire coverchef on a pole up steked she,
	Ascaunce that he shulde it wel yse,
	And hym remembre that she was behynde,
2205	And turne ageyn, and on the stronde hire fynde.
	But al for nought; his wey he is ygon.
	Adoun she fyl aswoune upon a ston;
	And up she rist, and kyssed, in al hire care,
	The steppes of his fet ther he hath fare,
2210	And to hire bed ryght thus she speketh tho:
	"Thow bed," quod she, "that hast receyved two,
	Thow shalt answere of two, and nat of oon!
	Where is thy gretter part awey ygon?
	Allas! Where shal I, wreche wight, become?
2215	For thogh so be that ship or boot here come,
	Hom to my contre dar I nat for drede.
	I can myselven in this cas nat rede."
	What shulde I more telle hire compleynyng?
	It is so long, it were an hevy thyng.
2220	In hire Epistel Naso telleth al;
	But shortly to the ende I telle shal.
	The goddes han hire holpen for pite,
	And in the signe of Taurus men may se
	The stones of hire corone shyne clere.
2225	I wol no more speke of this mateere;
	But thus this false lovere can begyle
	His trewe love, the devel quyte hym his while!

Explicit Legenda Adriane de Athenes.

VII. The Ledend of Philomela
Incipit Legenda Philomene
Deus dator formarum.

	Thow yevere of the formes, that hast wrought
	This fayre world and bar it in thy thought
2230	Eternaly er thow thy werk began,
	Why madest thow, unto the slaunder of man,
	Or, al be that it was nat thy doing,
	As for that fyn, to make swich a thyng,
	Whi sufferest thow that Tereus was bore,
2235	That is in love so fals and so forswore,
	That fro this world up to the firste hevene
	Corrumpeth whan that folk his name nevene?
	And, as to me, so grisely was his dede
	That, whan that I his foule storye rede,
2240	Myne eyen wexe foule and sore also.
	Yit last the venym of so longe ago,
	That it enfecteth hym that wol beholde
	The storye of Tereus, of which I tolde.
	Of Trace was he lord, and kyn to Marte,
2245	The crewel god that stant with blody darte;
	And wedded hadde he, with a blysful cheere,
	Kyng Pandiones fayre doughter dere,
	That highte Progne, flour of hire cuntre,
	Thogh Juno lyst nat at the feste to be,
2250	Ne Imeneus that god of wedyng is.
	But at the feste redy ben, ywis,
	The Furies thre with al here mortal brond.
	The oule al nyght aboute the balkes wond,
	That prophete is of wo and of myschaunce.
2255	This revel, ful of song and ek of daunce,
	Laste a fortenyght, or lytel lasse.
	But shortly of this story for to passe,
	For I am wery of hym for to telle,
	Fyve yer his wif and he togeder dwelle,
2260	Til on a day she gan so sore longe
	To sen hire sister that she say nat longe,
	That for desyr she nyste what to seye.
	But to hire husbonde gan she for to preye,
	For Godes love, that she moste ones gon
2265	Hyre syster for to sen, and come anon,
	Or elles, but she moste to hire wende,
	She preyde hym that he wolde after hire sende;
	And this was day by day al hire preyere,
	With al humblesse of wifhod, word and chere.
2270	This Tereus let make his shipes yare,
	And into Grece hymself is forth yfare.
	Unto his fadyr-in-lawe gan he preye
	To vouche-sauf that for a month or tweye
	That Philomene, his wyves syster, myghte
2275	On Progne his wyf but ones han a syghte --
	"And she shal come to yow ageyn anon.
	Myself with hyre wol bothe come and gon,
	And as myn hertes lyf I wol hire kepe."
	This olde Pandion, this kyng, gan wepe
2280	For tendernesse of herte for to leve
	His doughter gon, and for to yeve hire leve;
	Of al this world he loveth nothyng so;
	But at the laste leve hath she to go.
	For Philomene with salte teres eke
2285	Gan of hire fader grace to beseke
	To sen hire syster that she loveth so,
	And hym embraseth with hire armes two.
	And therwithal so yong and fayr was she
	That, whan that Tereus saw hire beaute,
2290	And of aray that there was non hire lyche,
	And yit of beaute was she two so ryche,
	He caste his fyry herte upon hyre so
	That he wol have hir, how so that it go;
	And with his wiles kneled and so preyde,
2295	Tyl at the laste Pandyon thus seyde:
	"Now, sone," quod he, "that art to me so dere,
	I the betake my yonge doughter here
	That bereth the keye of al myn hertes lyf.
	And gret me wel my doughter and thy wif,
2300	And yif hire leve somtyme for to pleye,
	That she may sen me ones er I deye."
	And sothly, he hath mad hym riche feste,
	And to his folk, the moste and ek the leste,
	That with hym com; and yaf hym yiftes grete,
2305	And hym conveyeth thourgh the mayster-strete
	Of Athenes, and to the se hym broughte,
	And turneth hom; no malyce he ne thoughte.
	The ores pullen forth the vessel faste,
	And into Trace aryveth at the laste,
2310	And up into a forest he hire ledde,
	And to a cave pryvely hym spedde;
	And in this derke cave, yif hir leste,
	Or leste nat, he bad hire for to reste;
	Of which hire herte agros, and seyde thus:
2315	"Where is my sister, brother Tereus?"
	And therwithal she wepte tenderly
	And quok for fere, pale and pitously,
	Ryght as the lamb that of the wolf is biten;
	Or as the culver that of the egle is smiten,
2320	And is out of his clawes forth escaped,
	Yit it is afered and awhaped,
	Lest it be hent eft-sones; so sat she.
	But utterly it may non other be.
	By force hath this traytour don a dede,
2325	That he hath reft hire of hire maydenhede,
	Maugre hire hed, by strengthe and by his myght.
	Lo! here a dede of men, and that a ryght!
	She cryeth "Syster!" with ful loud a stevene,
	And "Fader dere!" and "Help me, God in hevene!"
2330	Al helpeth nat; and yit this false thef
	Hath don this lady yit a more myschef,
	For fere lest she shulde his shame crye
	And don hym openly a vilenye,
	And with his swerd hire tonge of kerveth he,
2335	And in a castel made hire for to be
	Ful pryvely in prisoun everemore,
	And kepte hire to his usage and his store,
	So that she myghte hym neveremore asterte.
	O sely Philomene, wo is thyn herte!
2340	God wreke thee, and sende the thy bone!
	Now is it tyme I make an ende sone.
	This Tereus is to his wif ycome,
	And in his armes hath his wif ynome,
	And pitously he wep and shok his hed,
2345	And swor hir that he fond hir sister ded;
	For which this sely Progne hath swich wo
	That nygh hire sorweful herte brak a-two.
	And thus in terys lete I Progne dwelle,
	And of hire sister forth I wol yow telle.
2350	This woful lady lerned hadde in youthe
	So that she werken and enbroude couthe,
	And weven in hire stol the radevore
	As it of wemen hath be woned yore.
	And, sothly for to seyne, she hadde hire fille
2355	Of mete and drynk, and clothyng at hire wille.
	She coude eek rede and wel ynow endyte,
	But with a penne coude she nat wryte.
	But letters can she weve to and fro,
	So that, by that the yer was al ago,
2360	She hadde ywoven in a stamyn large
	How she was brought from Athenes in a barge,
	And in a cave how that she was brought;
	And al the thyng that Tereus hath wrought,
	She waf it wel, and wrot the storye above,
2365	How she was served for hire systers love.
	And to a knave a ryng she yaf anon,
	And preyed hym by signes for to gon
	Unto the queen, and beren hir that cloth,
	And by signes swor hym many an oth
2370	She wolde hym yeven what she geten myghte.
	This knave anon unto the quene hym dyghte,
	And tok it hire, and al the maner tolde.
	And whan that Progne hath this thing beholde,
	No word she spak, for sorwe and ek for rage,
2375	But feynede hire to gon on pilgrymage
	To Bacus temple; and in a litel stounde
	Hire dombe sister sittynge hath she founde,
	Wepynge in the castel, here alone.
	Allas! The wo, the compleynt, and the mone
2380	That Progne upon hire doumbe syster maketh.
	In armes everych of hem other taketh,
	And thus I late hem in here sorwe dwelle.
	The remenaunt is no charge for to telle,
	For this is al and som: thus was she served,
2385	That nevere harm agilte ne deserved
	Unto this crewel man, that she of wiste.
	Ye may be war of men, if that yow liste.
	For al be it that he wol nat, for shame,
	Don as Tereus, to lese his name,
2390	Ne serve yow as a morderour or a knave,
	Ful lytel while shal ye trewe hym have --
	That wol I seyn, al were he now my brother --
	But it so be that he may have non other.

Explicit Legenda Phillis.

VIII. The Legend of Phyllis
Incipit Legenda Phillis.

	By preve as wel as by autorite,
2395	That wiked fruit cometh of a wiked tre,
	That may ye fynde, if that it like yow.
	But for this ende I speke this as now,
	To tellen yow of false Demophon.
	In love a falser herde I nevere non,
2400	But if it were his fader Theseus.
	"God, for his grace, fro swich oon kepe us!"
	Thus may these women preyen that it here.
	Now to the effect turne I of my matere.
	Destroyed is of Troye the cite;
2405	This Demophon com seylynge in the se
	Toward Athenes, to his paleys large.
	With hym com many a ship and many a barge
	Ful of his folk, of whiche ful many oon
	Is wounded sore, and sek, and wo begon,
2410	As they han at th' asege longe yleyn.
	Byhynde hym com a wynd and ek a reyn
	That shof so sore his sayl ne myghte stonde;
	Hym were levere than al the world a-londe,
	So hunteth hym the tempest to and fro.
2415	So derk it was, he coude nowher go;
	And with a wawe brosten was his stere.
	His ship was rent so lowe, in swich manere,
	That carpenter ne coude it nat amende.
	The se, by nyghte, as any torche it brende
2420	For wod, and possith hym now up, now doun,
	Til Neptune hath of hym compassioun,
	And Thetis, Thorus, Triton, and they alle,
	And maden hym upon a lond to falle,
	Wherof that Phillis lady was and queene,
2425	Ligurges doughter, fayrer on to sene
	Than is the flour ageyn the bryghte sonne.
	Unnethe is Demophon to londe ywonne,
	Wayk, and ek wery, and his folk forpyned
	Of werynesse, and also enfamyned,
2430	That to the deth he almost was ydriven.
	His wise folk to conseyl han hym yiven
	To seken help and socour of the queen,
	And loke what his grace myghte been,
	And maken in that lond som chevysaunce,
2435	To kepen hym fro wo and fro myschaunce.
	For syk he was, and almost at the deth;
	Unnethe myghte he speke or drawe his breth,
	And lyth in Rodopeya hym for to reste.
	Whan he may walke, hym thoughte it was the beste
2440	Unto the court to seken for socour.
	Men knewen hym wel and diden hym honour;
	For of Athenes duk and lord was he,
	As Theseus his fader hadde be,
	That in his tyme was of gret renoun,
2445	No man so gret in al the regyoun,
	And lyk his fader of face and of stature,
	And fals of love; it com hym of nature.
	As doth the fox Renard, the foxes sone,
	Of kynde he coude his olde faders wone
2450	Withoute lore, as can a drake swimme
	Whan it is caught and caryed to the brymme.
	This honurable Phillis doth hym chere;
	Hire liketh wel his port and his manere.
	But, for I am agroted herebyforn
2455	To wryte of hem that ben in love forsworn,
	And ek to haste me in my legende,
	(Which to performe God me grace sende)
	Therfore I passe shortly in this wyse.
	Ye han wel herd of Theseus devyse
2460	In the betraysynge of fayre Adryane
	That of hire pite kepte him from his bane.
	At shorte wordes, ryght so Demophon
	The same wey, the same path hath gon,
	That dide his false fader Theseus.
2465	For unto Phillis hath he sworen thus,
	To wedden hire, and hire his trouthe plyghte,
	And piked of hire al the good he myghte,
	Whan he was hol and sound, and hadde his reste;
	And doth with Phillis what so that hym leste,
2470	As wel coude I, if that me leste so,
	Tellen al his doynge to and fro.
	He seyde unto his contre moste he sayle,
	For there he wolde hire weddynge aparayle,
	As fel to hire honour and his also.
2475	And openly he tok his leve tho,
	And hath hire sworn he wolde nat sojorne,
	But in a month he wolde ageyn retorne;
	And in that lond let make his ordenaunce
	As verray lord, and tok the obeysaunce
2480	Wel and homly, and let his shipes dighte,
	And hom he goth the nexte wey he myghte.
	For unto Phillis yit ne com he nought,
	And that hath she so harde and sore abought --
	Allas! -- that, as the storyes us recorde,
2485	She was hire owene deth ryght with a corde,
	Whan that she saw that Demophon hire trayed.
	But to hym first she wrot, and faste him prayed
	He wolde come and hire delyvere of peyne,
	As I reherce shal a word or tweyne.
2490	Me lyste nat vouche-sauf on hym to swynke,
	Ne spende on hym a penne ful of ynke,
	For fals in love was he, ryght as his syre.
	The devil sette here soules bothe afyre!
	But of the letter of Phillis wol I wryte
2495	A word or two, althogh it be but lyte.
	"Thyn hostesse," quod she, "O Demophon,
	Thy Phillis, which that is so wo begon,
	Of Rodopeye, upon yow mot compleyne
	Over the terme set bytwixe us tweyne,
2500	That ye ne holde forward, as ye seyde.
	Youre anker, which ye in oure haven leyde,
	Hyghte us that ye wolde comen, out of doute,
	Or that the mone wente ones aboute.
	But tymes foure the mone hath hid hire face,
2505	Syn thilke day ye wente from this place,
	And foure tymes lyghte the world ageyn.
	But for al that, yif I shal soothly seyn,
	Yit hath the strem of Sytho nat ybrought
	From Athenes the ship; yit cometh it noght.
2510	And if that ye the terme rekene wolde
	As I or as a trewe lovere shulde,
	I pleyne nat, God wot, byforn my day."
	But al hire letter wryten I ne may
	By order, for it were to me a charge;
2515	Hire letter was ryght long and therto large.
	But here and ther in rym I have it layd,
	There as me thoughte that she wel hath sayd.
	She seyde, "Thy sayles come nat agen,
	Ne to thy word there is no fey certeyn;
2520	But I wot why ye come nat," quod she,
	"For I was of my love to yow to fre.
	And of the goddes that ye han forswore,
	Yif hire vengeaunce falle on yow therfore,
	Ye be nat suffisaunt to bere the peyne.
2525	To moche trusted I, wel may I pleyne,
	Upon youre lynage and youre fayre tonge,
	And on youre teres falsly out yronge.
	How coude ye wepe so by craft?" quod she.
	"May there swiche teres feyned be?
2530	Now certes, yif ye wol have in memorye,
	It oughte be to yow but lyte glorye
	To han a sely mayde thus betrayed!
	To God," quod she, "preye I, and ofte have prayed,
	That it mot be the grettest prys of alle
2535	And most honour that evere the shal befalle!
	And whan thyne olde auncestres peynted be,
	In which men may here worthynesse se,
	Thanne preye I God thow peynted be also
	That folk may rede forby as they go,
2540	`Lo! this is he that with his flaterye
	Bytraised hath and don hire vilenye
	That was his trewe love in thought and dede!'
	But sothly, of oo poynt yit may they rede,
	That ye ben lyk youre fader as in this,
2545	For he begiled Adriane, ywis,
	With swich an art and with swich subtilte
	As thow thyselven hast begyled me.
	As in that poynt, althogh it be nat fayr,
	Thow folwest hym, certayn, and art his ayr.
2550	But syn thus synfully ye me begile,
	My body mote ye se withinne a while,
	Ryght in the haven of Athenes fletynge,
	Withoute sepulture and buryinge,
	Thogh ye ben harder than is any ston."
2555	And whan this letter was forth sent anon,
	And knew how brotel and how fals he was,
	She for dispeyr fordide hyreself, allas.
	Swych sorwe hath she, for she besette hire so.
	Be war, ye wemen, of youre subtyl fo,
2560	Syn yit this day men may ensaumple se;
	And trusteth, as in love, no man but me.

Explicit Legenda Phillis.

IX. The Legend of Hypermnestra
Incipit Legenda Ypermystre.

	In Grece whilom weren brethren two,
	Of whiche that oon was called Danao,
	That many a sone hath of his body wonne,
2565	As swiche false lovers ofte conne.
	Among his sones alle there was oon
	That aldermost he lovede of everychoon.
	And whan this child was born, this Danao
	Shop hym a name and callede hym Lyno.
2570	That other brother called was Egiste,
	That was of love as fals as evere hym liste,
	And many a doughter gat he in his lyf;
	Of whiche he gat upon his ryghte wyf
	A doughter dere, and dide hire for to calle
2575	Ypermystra, yongeste of hem alle.
	The whiche child of hire natyvyte
	To alle thewes goode yborn was she,
	As likede to the goddes er she was born,
	That of the shef she sholde be the corn.
2580	The Wirdes, that we clepen Destine,
	Hath shapen hire that she mot nedes be
	Pyetous, sad, wis, and trewe as stel,
	As to these wemen it acordeth wel.
	For thogh that Venus yaf hire gret beaute,
2585	With Jupiter compouned so was she
	That conscience, trouthe, and drede of shame,
	And of hyre wifhod for to kepe hire name,
	This, thoughte hire, was felycite as here.
	The rede Mars was that tyme of the yeere
2590	So feble that his malyce is hym raft;
	Repressed hath Venus his crewel craft,
	That, what with Venus and other oppressioun
	Of houses, Mars his venim is adoun,
	That Ypermystra dar nat handle a knyf
2595	In malyce, thogh she shulde lese hire lyf.
	But natheles, as hevene gan tho turne,
	To badde aspectes hath she of Saturne,
	That made hire for to deyen in prisoun,
	As I shal after make mencioun.
2600	To Danao and Egistes also,
	Althogh so be that they were brethren two --
	For thilke tyme was spared no lynage --
	It lykede hem to make a maryage
	Bytwixen Ypermystre and hym Lyno,
2605	And casten swich a day it shal be so,
	And ful acorded was it utterly;
	The aray is wrought, the tyme is faste by.
	And thus Lyno hath of his faders brother
	The doughter wedded, and ech of hem hath other.
2610	The torches brennen, and the laumpes bryghte;
	The sacryfices ben ful redy dighte;
	Th' encens out of the fyre reketh sote;
	The flour, the lef is rent up by the rote
	To maken garlondes and crounes hye.
2615	Ful is the place of soun of minstralsye,
	Of songes amorous of maryage,
	As thylke tyme was the pleyne usage.
	And this was in the paleys of Egiste,
	That in his hous was lord, ryght as hym lyste.
2620	And thus the day they dryve to an ende;
	The frendes taken leve, and hom they wende;
	The nyght is come, the bryd shal go to bedde.
	Egistus to his chamber faste hym spedde,
	And prively he let his doughter calle.
2625	Whan that the hous was voyded of hem alle,
	He loketh on his doughter with glad chere
	And to hire spak, as ye shal after here:
	"My ryghte doughter, tresor of myn herte,
	Syn fyrst that day that shapen was my sherte,
2630	Or by the fatal systren had my dom,
	So nygh myn herte nevere thyng ne com
	As thow, myn Ypermystre, doughter dere.
	Tak hed what I, thy fader, seye the here,
	And werk after thy wiser evere mo.
2635	For alderfirst, doughter, I love the so
	That al the world to me nis half so lef;
	Ne I nolde rede the to thy myschef
	For al the good under the colde mone.
	And what I mene, it shal be seyd right sone,
2640	With protestacioun, as in this wyse,
	That, but thow do as I shal the devyse,
	Thow shalt be ded, by hym that al hath wrought!
	At shorte wordes, thow ne scapest nought
	Out of my paleys or that thow be ded,
2645	But thow consente and werke after my red;
	Tak this to thee for ful conclusioun."
	This Ypermystre caste hire eyen doun,
	And quok as doth the lef of aspe grene.
	Ded wex hire hew, and lyk an ash to sene,
2650	And seyde, "Lord and fader, al youre wille,
	After my myght, God wot, I shal fulfille,
	So it to me be no confusioun."
	"I nele," quod he, "have non excepcioun";
	And out he caught a knyf, as rasour kene.
2655	"Hyd this," quod he, "that it be nat ysene;
	And whan thyn husbonde is to bedde go,
	Whil that he slepeth, kit his throte atwo.
	For in my dremes it is warned me
	How that my nevew shal my bane be,
2660	But which I noot, wherfore I wol be siker.
	If thow sey nay, we two shul have a biker,
	As I have seyd, by hym that I have sworn!"
	This Ipermystre hath nygh hire wit forlorn;
	And, for to passen harmles of that place,
2665	She graunteth hym; ther is non other grace.
	And therwithal a costret taketh he,
	And seyde, "Herof a draught, or two, or thre,
	Yif hym to drynke, whan he goth to reste,
	And he shal slepe as longe as evere thee leste,
2670	The narcotyks and opies ben so stronge.
	And go thy wey, lest that him thynke longe."
	Out cometh the bryd, and with ful sobre cheere,
	As is of maydens ofte the manere,
	To chaumbre is brought with revel and with song.
2675	And shortly, lest this tale be to long,
	This Lyno and she ben brought to bedde,
	And every wight out at the dore hym spedde.
	The nyght is wasted, and he fyl aslepe.
	Ful tenderly begynneth she to wepe;
2680	She rist hire up, and dredfully she quaketh,
	As doth the braunche that Zepherus shaketh,
	And hust were alle in Argon that cite.
	As cold as any frost now waxeth she;
	For pite by the herte hire streyneth so,
2685	And drede of deth doth hire so moche wo,
	That thryes doun she fyl in swich a were.
	She rist yit up, and stakereth her and there,
	And on hire hondes faste loketh she.
	"Allas! and shal myne hondes blody be?
2690	I am a mayde, and, as by my nature,
	And bi my semblaunt and by my vesture,
	Myne handes ben nat shapen for a knyf,
	As for to reve no man fro his lyf.
	What devel have I with the knyf to do?
2695	And shal I have my throte korve a-two?
	Thanne shal I blede, allas, and me beshende!
	And nedes-cost this thyng moste have an ende;
	Or he or I mot nedes lese oure lyf.
	Now certes," quod she, "syn I am his wif,
2700	And hath my feyth, yit is it bet for me
	For to be ded in wifly honeste
	Than ben a traytour lyvynge in my shame.
	Be as be may, for ernest or for game,
	He shal awake, and ryse, and gon his way,
2705	Out at this goter, or that it be day" --
	And wep ful tenderly upon his face,
	And in hyre armes gan hym to enbrace,
	And hym she roggeth and awaketh softe.
	And at a wyndow lep he fro the lofte,
2710	Whan she hath warned hym, and don hym bote.
	This Lyno swift was, and lyght of fote,
	And from his wif he ran a ful good pas.
	This sely woman is so weik -- Allas! --
	And helples, so that or that she fer wente,
2715	Hire crewel fader dide hire for to hente.
	Allas, Lyno, whi art thow so unkynde?
	Why ne haddest thow remembred in thy mynde
	To taken hire, and lad hire forth with the?
	For whan she saw that gon awey was he,
2720	And that she myghte nat so faste go,
	Ne folwen hym, she sat hire doun ryght tho,
	Til she was caught and fetered in prysoun.
	This tale is seyd for this conclusioun --

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