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"IN A SWAPPE."
And in his swifte comynge brende, —
That so swithe gan descende, 30
As this foule when hyt behelde,
That I a-roume1 was in the felde;
And with hys grymme pawes stronge,
Withyn hys sharpe nayles longe,
Me, fleynge, in a swappe 2 he hente,
And with hys sours * a-gene up wente,
Me caryinge in his clawes starke,
As lyghtly as I were a larke,
How high, I cannot telle yow,
For I came up, I nyste how. 40
For so astonyed and a-sweved 4
Was every vertu in my heved,6
What with his sours and with my drede,
That al my felynge gan to dede ;1
For-whi hit was to grete affray.7
Thus I longe in hys clawes lay, Til at the last he to me spake In mannes vois, and seyde, "Awake I And be thou not a-gaste, for shame!" And callede me by my name. 50 And for I sholde the bet abreyde, Me mette,* " Awake," to me he seyde, Ryght in the same vois and stevene,' That useth oon I koude nevene ;10 And with that vois. soth for to seyne, My mynde came to me ageyne
1 Roaming. 'Swoop (sweep). 'Soaring. * Amazed, as in ■ beam. * Head "Grow dead. 'Fright. • Dreamed. • Ton* • Name.
For hit was goodely seyde to me,
And herewithalle I gan to stere,
1 Heat. * Troublesome. "Profit. * Nature. 'Whether Make a star. 7 Cf. the Bible, and Inferno, ii. 32. • Romulus wM carried to heaven bv Mars.
Loo, this was thoo my fantasye!
Withoute guerdoun ever yitte,
- Farther. * Dante had a similar conversation. Infirno. ii. 40, Fu.
Although in thy hede ful lytel is —
To make songes, dytees, and bookys
In ryme, or elles in cadence,
As thou best canst in reverence
Of Love, and of hys servantes eke,
That have hys servyse soght, and seke;
And peynest the to preyse hys arte,
Although thou haddest never parte; no
Wherfore, al-so God me blesse,
Joves halt hyt grete humblesse,
And vettu eke, that thou wolt make
A nyghte ful ofte thyn hede to ake,
In thy studye so thou writest,
And evermo of love enditest,
In honour of hym and preysynges,
And in his folkes furtherynges,
And in hir matere al devisest,
And noght hym nor his folke dispisest, 130
Although thou maiste goo in the daunce
Of hem that hym lyst not avaunce.
"Wherfore, as I seyde, ywys, Jupiter considereth v/el this; And also, beau sir, other thynges; That is, that thou hast no tydynges Of Loves folke, yf they be glade, Ne of noght elles that God made; And noght oonly fro ferre contree, That ther no tydynge cometh to thee, 140 Not of thy verray neyghebors, That duellen almoste at thy dors,