Wol vouche-saufe this letre to beholde; CXCIII. [Yf any servaunt durst, or aught aryght 1350 CXCIV. 'And, for as moche as me mote nedys lyke To knowen fully, yif youre wille it were, How ye han ferde and don while ye ben there. CXCV. The whos welfare and hele eke God encrece In honour suche, that upward in degré Hit grow alwey, soo that it never cese, 1360 CXCVI. 'And yf it lyke yow to knowen of the fare CXCVII. Myn eyen twoo, in veyne wyth wych I see, My good in harme, myn ese eke woxen helle is, CXCVIII. 1370 'Wych with your commyng hom ayen to Troye Ye may redresse, and, more a thousand sithe, 1381 Than ever I hade, encrecen in me joye; For was ther never herte yit so blithe To have hys lyf, as I shal ben as swyth As I you see; and though no manere routhe CXCIX. 'And yef so be my gilt dethe have deserved, Beseche I you, myn owne lady free, 1390 CC. If other cause aught dothe you for to dwelle, Than with youre letre ye may me reconforte; For though to me youre absence is an helle, Wyth pacience Y wyl my woo conforte, And with youre letre of hope I wyl disporte : Now writeth, swete, and lat me thus not pleyne; Wyth hope, or dethe, delivereth me from peyne. CCI. Iwys, myn oune dere herte trewe, I wote that whan ye next upon me se, Criseyde shal not conne knowe me ; Iwys, myn hertes day, my lady fre, Soo thrusteth ay myn herte to beholde 1401 CCII, 'I sey no more, al have I for to seye To you wel more than I tellen may; But whether that ye do me lyve or deye, Yit prey I Gode so yeve you ryght gode day; 1410 6 CCIII. Wyth hele swych, but that ye yeven me In you lieth, whan you list that it so be, 1420 And fare now wele, myn owne swete herte! 'Le vostre T.' CCIV. Thys letre forth was sent unto Criseyde, CCV. But in hire letre made she swich feeste, 1480 That wonder was, and swerth she loveth hym beste, Of which he fonde but botmeles biheste. But Troilus thou mayst now, est or weste, Pipe in an ivy leefe, if that the leste. Thus goth the world; God shilde us fro meschaunce, And every wight that meneth trouthe avaunce! CCVI. Encressen gan the wo fro day to nyght For which al doun he in his bed hym leyde; 1440 CCVII. This dreme, of which I tolde have ek biforne, Hym shewed hadde in slepe the signifiaunce And that the boor was shewed hym in figure. 1450 CCVIII. For which he for Sibille his suster sente, Cassandre bygan right thus his dreme expounde. She CCIX. gan first smyle, and seyde, 'Brother dere, If thow a soth of this desirest knowe, Thow most a fewe of olde stories here, To purpos how that fortune overthrowe 1460 Hath lordes olde, thorwgh which withinne a throwe Thow wel this boor shalt know, and of what kynde He comen is, as men in bokes fynde. |