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Have ye nat sworne to wife me to take?
To telle in short, this noble queene Dido
These lordes, which that wonnen* me besyde,
But al this thing avayleth hire ryght nought,
1 Saints, i.e., goes to the temples. Cf. Canterbury TaUt,U l« Golden. • Dwell. 'Unless. • Stole.
\nd weddid there a lady highte Lavyne. A clooth he lefte, and eke his swerde stondynge — 1330 Whan he fro Dido staale in hire slepynge — Righte at hir beddes hed: so gan he hye, Whanne that he staale awey to his navye.
Which clooth, whan sely Dido gan awake,
Take my soule, unbynde me of this unreste,
But, as myn auctour4 seythe, yit thus she
1 Succor. • Nurse. * Rived Ovid. Lines 1354-1364 are a «e version of the HeroitUs, vii. v-8.
"Ryght so," quod she, "as the white swanne Agenst his deeth begynneth for to synge, Ryght so to yow I make my compleynynge, Nat that I trowe to geten yow agayne, For wel I woot that hit is al in vayne, Syn that the goddys ben contrariouse to me. But syn my name ys loste thurgh yow," quod she,
"I may wel Ieese a worde on yow, or letter, Albeit I shal be never the better. 1361
For thilke wynde that blew your shippe away, The same wynde hath blowe awey your fay." But who-so wool al this letter have in mynde, Rede Ovyde, and in him he shal hit fynde.
Explicit Legenda Didonis, Martiris, Cartagenis Regine.
Incipit Legenda Ypsiphile et Medee, Martiris}
Thou roote of false lovers, duke Jason! Thou slye devourer, and confusyon Of gentil women, gentil creatures! Thou madest thy reclaymynge2 and thy lures To ladies of thy staately aparaunce, 1370 And of thy wordes farsed * with plesaunce, And of thy feyned trouthe, and thy manere, With thyne obeysaunce and humble chere,
1 The Legends of the " Martyrs" Hypsiphile and Medea are found to Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii., and Reroutes, vi., xii. * To reclaim lawk is to tame and train it. s Stuffed (Fr. farcir).
"HAVE AT THE, JASON!" 133
And with thy countrefeted peyn and woo!
But certes, it is bothe routhe and woo,
Than he that hath i-boughte love ful dere,
Or had in armes many a blody box.1
For ever as tender a capon eteth the fox,
Though he be fals, and hath the foule betrayed,
As shal the goode man that therfor payed;
Alle thof2 he have to the capon skille* and ryghte, 1390
The false fox wil have his part at nyghte.
On Jason this ensample is wel yseene,
By Isiphile and Medea the queene.
In Tessalye, as Ovyde telleth us,
And whan for age he myghte unnethes gon,
He gaf to Pelleus the governynge
Of al his regne, and made him lorde and kynge.
Of whiche Eson this Jason geten wa», 1400
1 Blow. 'Though. 'Reasot. 'Psleas. c Mao*.
That in his tyme in al that lande ther nas
And in his witte a nyghte compassed he
So felle hyt so as fame renneth wide, Ther was suche tidynge overalle, and suche los,' That in an ile that called was Colcos,4 Beyonde Troye estewarde in the see, That ther a ram was that men myghte see, That had a flees of gold, that shoon so bryghte, That no wher was ther suche another syghte, But hit was kept alway with' a dragoun, — Vnd many other mervels up and doun;
'Generosity. "Although. • Fame(Lat.15i'«). * Colchi*