"LOVE WOLl love.” 125 That me agasteth in my dreme?" quod she. "This ilke Trojane is so in my thoghte, 1170 For that me thinketh he is so wel ywroghte, And eke so likely to ben a man, And therwithal soo mykel good he kan, I wil fayne to him ywedded be; me, This is theffect; what sholde I more seyn ? Hir suster Anne, as she that kouth2 hire goode, 1180 Seyde as hire thoght, and somedel yt with stoode. But herof was so longe a sermonynge, 5 This amorouse queene chargeth hire meynee So priketh hire this newe joly woo. 1190 Unto the courte the houndes ben ybroughte, And up on course re, swyfte as any thoughte, Hir yonge knyghtes heren al aboute, 1 Counsel. 2 Knew. 8 Desist. very closely. Cf. Eneid, iv. 129, etc. Here the pret follows Virgi • Prepare. Mount. And of hir women eke an houge route. Upon a coursere, startlyng as the fire, The heerde of hertes founden ys anoon, 1210 With " Hay!” "Goo bet!" "Prike thou!" "Lat goon, lat goon! 66 Why nyl the lyoun comen, or the bere, That I myght hym ones meten with this spere?" With hevenes fire, that ys so sore agaste ewels wrought. 2 Morning. 8 Willed. 1220 Frightful sound "A LYTEL CAVE. 127 And shortly, fro the tempest hire to save, 1230 And tolde hir al his herte and al his woo, 2 And toke hym for housbonde, and became his wife For evermor, while that hem laste lyfe. And after this, whan that the tempest stente, With myrth, out as they come, home they wente. The wikked fame up roos, and that anoon, How Eneas hath with the queene ygoon 8 Into the cave, and demed as hem liste. 1241 And whan the kynge that Yarbas hight hit wiste, As he that had hire loved ever his lyfe, And wowed hire to have to hys wife, Swiche sorowe as he hath maked, and suche chere, 1 Kneeled Complain. Judged. 4 Named Iarbus. He was unsuccessful suitor of Dido. Yt is a rewthe and pitee for to here. 1 O sely woman, ful of innocence, 1250 Ful of pitee, of trouthe, and conscience, 1260 Or ben unkynde, or don hir some myscheefe? And whan she gooth to temple, and home ageyne, And fasten til he hath his lady seyne; And beren in his devyses for hire sake 1270 Wot I not what ; and songes wolde he make, Justen, and doon of armes many thynges, Send hire letres, tokens, broches, rynges. Now herkneth how he shal his lady serve. 1 Weak 2 Love. 3 Robbed. "FALSE TEERES." 129 Ther as he was in peril for to sterve For hunger and for myscheef in the see, And desolate, and fledde fro his contree, And al his folke with tempeste al to-driven, She hath hir body and eke hir reame1 given Into his hande, theras she myghte have beene Of other lande than of Cartage a queene, 1281 And lyved in joy ynogh; what wolde ye more? 2 This Eneas, that hath thus depe yswore, And prively he dooth his shippes dyghte,3 This Dido hath suspecion of this, And thoughte wel that hit was al amys; 1289 For in his bedde he lythe a nyght and siketh, She asketh him anoon what him mysliketh. "My dere herte, which that I love mooste, Certes," quod he, "thys nyght my fadres gooste Hath in my slepe me so sore turmentede, And eke Mercure his message hath presentede, That nedes to the conqueste of Ytayle My destany is soone for to sayle, For whiche me thynketh brosten ys myn herte." And taketh hir within his armes twoo. soo? 1300 "wol ye T Realm. 2 Short time. 8 Causeth his ships to be prepared. |