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And, shortly of this thyng to pace,
Ther sawgh I grave, how Eneas
And aftir grave was how shee
Allas, what harme doth apparence, IVhan hit is fals in existence!
1 Belongeth. * Together. * Had happened him.
"WOMAN DOTHE AMYS." I I
For he to hir a traytour was;
Loo, how a woman dothe amys,
But let us speke of Eneas, How he betrayed hir, allas! \nd lefte hir ful unkyndely.
'Make useful. 2 Wicked. 2 Foolish. 4 Very nature. 'Fooliat W- 9 But not if he does not know its nature.
So whan she saw al utterly,
In suche wordes gan to pleyne
"Allas !" quod she, "my swete herte, Have pitee on my sorwes smerte, And slee me not! goo noght awey!" "O woful Dido, weleaway!" Quod she to hir selfe thoo. "O Eneas! what wol ye doo? 320 O, that your love, ne your bonde, That ye han sworne with your ryght honde, Ne my crewel deth," quod she,
1 A satirical Latin gloss here reads, "Beware, ye innocent won ta 1" * Virgil suggests these thoughts of Dido, but the expressiot if them here is Chaucer's.
"O WIKKE FAME!" 13
"May holde yow stille here with me I
O, haveth of my deth pitee I
Ywys, my dere herte, ye
Knowen ful wel that never yit,
As fer-forth as ever I hadde wytte,
Agylte1 yowe in thoght ne dede.
O, have ye men suche godelyhede * 330
In speche, and never a dele of trouthe?
Allas, that ever hadde routhe
Any woman on any man!
Now see I wel, and telle kan,
We wrechched wymmen konne noon arte;
For certeyne, for the more parte,
Thus we be served everychone.
How sore that ye men konne grone,
Anoon as we have yow receyved,
Certeinly we ben deceyved; 340
For, though your love laste a sesoun,
Wayte upon the conclusyoun,
And eke how that ye determynen,
And for the more part diffynen.
"O, weleawey that I was borne! For thorgh yow is my name lorne, And al youre actes red and songe Over al thys londe, on every tonge. O wikke Fame! for ther nys Nothinge so swifte, lo, as she is.* 350 O, sothe ys, every thynge ys wyste,
1 Offended. * Goodliness. • lines 34*, 349 are imitltli bom
<he Aintid, iv 174.
Though hit be kevered with the myste.1
Eke, though I myghte dure ever,
That I have do rekever I never,
That I ne shal be seyde, alias,
Y-shamed be thourgh Eneas,
And that I shal thus juged be, —
Loo, ryght as she hath done, now she
Wol doo eftesones, hardely.*
Thus seyth the peple prevely." 360
But that is do nis not to done;
For al hir compleynt ne al hir moone,
Certeynly avayleth hir not a stre.'
And when she wiste sothely he Was forthe unto his shippes agoon, She into hir chambre wente anoon, And called on hir suster Anne,4 And gan her to compleyne thanne; And seyde, that she cause was, That she first lovede, alas, 370 And thus counseylled hir thertoo. But what! when this was seyde and doo, She rofe* hir selfe to the herte, And dyede thorgh the wounde smerte. But al the maner how she dyede, And al the wordes that she seyde, Who-so to knowe hit hath purpos, Rede Virgile in Eneydos, Or the Epistile of Ovyde,'
1 Cf. Matt. x. 26. • Certainly. * Straw. * Cf. Mm id, rr. 54I * Stabbed. • AZneid, end of book iv.; the Heroides, epistle vii.