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Have God my trouthe, her cause sustene.'

'Good thrift have ye!' quod Eleyne the quona

Quod Pandarus, 'And it your wil be,
That she may take her leve or that she go?
Or ellis God forbede it,' tho quod he,
'If that she vouchith safe to do so:'
And with that word, quod Troylus, 'Ye to,
Deiphebus, and my sustir leve and dere,
To yow have I to speke of a matere,

'To be avisid by your rede the bettre.'
And had, as hap was, at his beddis hede
The copie of a tretis, and a lettre
That Ector had hym sent to axin rede
If suche a man was worthy to be dede;
Note I not how, but in a grisly wise
He prayed hem on it anone avise.

Deiphebus gan this lettre to unfolde
In ernest grete, so ded Eleyne the qwene,
And romyng outward, fast it gun byhold,
Dounward a steir, into an herber grene:
This ilk thing thei reddyn hem bytwene,
And largely the mountaunce of an houre
Thei gun on it to redyn and to poure.

Now lete hem rede, and turne we anone
To Pandare, that gan ful faste piie
That al was wele; and out he gan to gone
Into the grete chambre, and that in hye,
And seid, 'God save al this cumpanye!
Come nece myn, my lady qwene Eleyne,
Abideth yow, and eke my lordis tweyne.

'Rys, take with yow your nece Antigone,
Or whom yow lyst, or no fors hardily;
The lasse prese the bet, com forth with ma,
And lokith that ye thonk humbly
Sem al thre; and whan ye may goodly

Your tyme ysee, takith of hem your leve,
Lest we to long his restis hym byreve.'

Al innocent of Pandarus entent,

Quod tho Cryseyd, 'Go we, uncle dere

And arme in arme, inward with hym she went,

Avising her wele of her wordis and chere;

And Pandarus, in ernfullest manere,

Saied, 'Al folk, for Goddis love I pray

Styntith right here, and softely yow play.

'Avisith yow what folk be her inne,

And in what plite on is, God him amende!'

And ynwardly thus ful softly begynne :—

'Nece, I conjure, and holy yow defende,

On his half which us soule hath sende,

And in the vertue of corounys tweyne,1

Sle not this man that hath for yow this peyn.

'For on his dele," thenk one whiche he is,
And in what plite he lith; come of anone,
Thenk al suche taried tyde lost it is;
That wil ye bothe seyn, whan ye bene one:
Secondly, ther it divineth none
Upon yow two; come of, if ye kun,
Whil folk is blent, lo, al this tyme is won!

'In tyteryng, and pursute, and delayes,
The folk devyne at waggyng of a stre,
That though ye wold have aftir merry dayes,
Than dare ye not, for why? She, and she,
Spak suche a word; thus lokyd he, and he;
Lest tyme be lost, I dare not with yow dele;
Come of therfor, and bring ye hym to hele.'

1 This expression is obscure. Perhaps it means,' In regard for the Eing and Queen, his parents.'

2 That is, 'On his behalf.' The printed editions have,' Fie on Hit devil.'

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1 Speght reads cankedort, and explains the word to mean woeful case; but it would appear from the context to signify rather anxiety, perplexity. It may perhaps come from the verb to kink, still used in East Anglia, and meaning to entangle.

2 This introduction is addressed to Venus, who is compared to light. She is called the sun's love, because beloved by Apollo, and Jove's daughter; and is said to adorn the third heaven, because the planet Venus moves in the third sphere, counting that of the moon as one, from the earth.—See Somnium Scipionis, quoted vol. iv. The following address to her is founded upon the Platonic philosophy, which Chaucer knew through Boethius.—See vol. i. p. 184, note; vol. iv. pp. $01-4.

a The expression with vapour eteme is obscure. It may perhaps mean spirit ur inspiration; and the passage might be paraphrased thus: 'Since man, bird, beast, fish, herb, and green tree, feel, by an eternal and invariable inspiration which urges them to love, that God himself loves, and does not forbid his creatures to love/ The loves of plants may be supposed to consist in the desire they evince to blossom and bear fruit.

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INCIPIT LIBER TEBTITJS.

Lay al this mene while Troylus

Recordyng his lesson in this manere;

'Ma fey!' thoght he, 'thus wul I sey, and thus;

Thus wole I pleyne unto myn herte dere;

That word is good, and this shal be my chere;

This wole I not foryetyn in no wyse;'

God leve hym werk as he gan devise.

And, lord! so as his herte gan to quappe,
Heryng her come, and short for to sike;
And Pandarus, that led her by the lappe,
Come nere, and gan yn at the curtyn pike,
And seid, 'God do bote on al syke!
Se who is here yow comyn to visite,
Lo, here is she that is" your dethe to wyte!'

Therwith it semyd as he wept almost,

'Aha! God help,' quod Troylus so rewfully,

'Wher me be wo, O myghty God, thow wost!

Who is ther? I se not trewely.'

'Sir,' quod Cryseyde, 'it is Pandare and I;'

'Ye, swete hert? alas, I may not rise

To knele, and do yow honour in some wise.'

And dressid hym iipward, and she right tho
Gan bothe her hondis soft upon hym ley,
'0, for love of God, do ye not so
To me,' quod she; 'ey? what is this to sey?
For comyn am I to you for causis twey;
Ferst yow to thank, and of your lordship eke
Continuance I wolde yow byseke.'

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