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And every poynt was performed in dede,
As ye have in the covenaunt herde me rede;
Hys wepne, his clywe, hys thing that I have sayde,
Was by the gayler in the house ylayde,
Ther as this Mynotaure hath hys dwellynge,
Ryghte faste by the dore at hys entrynge,
And Theseus is ladde unto hys dethe;
And forthe unto this Mynotaure he gethe,
And by the techynge of thys Adriane,
He overcome thys beste and was hys bane,
And oute he cometh by the clywe agayne
Fvi prively. Whan he this beste hath slayne,
And by the gayler gotten hath a barge,
And of his wives tresure gan it charge,
And toke hys wif, and eke hire suster free,1
And by the gayler, and with hem alle three
Ys stole away out of the londe by nighte,
And to the countree of Ennapye hym dyghte,
There as he had a frende of his knowynge.
There festen they, there dauncen they and synge,
And in hys armes hath thys Adriane,
That of the beste hath kepte him from hys bane.
And gate hym there a noble barge anoon,
And of his countre folke a grete woon,
And taketh hys leve, and homewarde sayleth hee;
And in an yle, amydde the wilde see,
There as ther dwelleth creature noon
Save wilde bestes, and that ful many oon,
He made his shippe a-londe for to sette,
And in that ile halfe a day he lette,
And sayde on the londe he moste hym reste.
Hys maryneres han doon ryghte as hym leste;
And, for to telle schortly in thys case,
Whanne Adriane hys wyf aslepe was,
For that hire suster fairer was than she,
He taketh hire in hys honde, and forth gooth he
1 This, and the two preceding lines, are omitted in the Fairfax MS,
To shippe, and as a traytour stale hys way,
But I wol turne ageyne to Adryane,
'Allas,' quod she, 'that ever I was wroghte! I am betrayed,' and hire heer to-rent, And to the stronde barefote faste she went, And cryed, ' Theseus, myn herte swete! Where be ye, that I may not wyth yow mete? And myghte thus with bestes ben yslayne.' The holowe roehes answerde her agayne.1 No man she sawe, and yet shone the moone, And hye upon a rokke she went soone, And sawe hys barge saylynge in the see. Colde waxe hire herte, and ryghte thus sayde, she:—
'Meker then ye fynde I the bestes wilde!' (Hath he not synne, that he hire thus begylde:) She cried, 'O turne agayne for routhe and synne, Thy barge hath not al thy meyny ynne.' Hire kerchefe on a pole styked shee, Ascaunce that he shulde hyt wel ysee, And hym remembre that she was behynde, And turne agayne, and on the stronde hire fynde. But al for noghte; hys wey he ys goon, And downe she felle a-swowne on a stoon; And up she ryste, and kyssed in al hire care The steppes of hys fete, there he hath fare,
1 This line is omitted in the Fairfax MS.
And to hire bedde ryghte thus she speketh thoo:—
What shulde I telle more hire compleynynge?
EXPLICIT LEGENDA ADRIANE DE ATHJENES.
INCIPIT LEGENDA PHILOMENE.2
THOW yiver of the formes, that haste wroghte
1 'Incumbo; lachrymisque toro manante profusis,
Heroid. Ep. x.
• Ovid, Met. vi.
* In the margin of Fairfax MS. 16 is written ' Deus dator Formator.' That fro thys worlde up to the firste hevenc
Corrumpeth, whanne that folke hys name nevene'/
And as to me, so grisly was hys dede,
That whanne that I this foule story rede,
Myn eyen wexen foule and sore also;
Yet laste the venyme of so longe ago,
That enfecteth hym that wolde beholde
The story of Tereus, of which I tolde.
Of Trace was he lorde, and kynne to Marte,
The cruelle god that stante with blody darte,
And wedded had he, with blisful chere,
King Pandyones faire doghter dere,
That hyghte Proygne, floure of hire countree;
Though Juno liste not at the feste bee,
Ne Ymeneus, that god of weddyng is.
But at the feste redy ben, ywys,
The furies thre, with al hire mortal bronde.
The owle al nyghte about the balkes wonde,
That prophete ys of woo and of myschaunce.
This revel, ful of songe, and ful of daunce,
Laste a fourtenyghte or lyttel lasse.
But shortly of this story for to passe,
(For I am wery of hym for to telle)
Py ve yere hys wyf and he togeder dwelle;
Til on a day she gan so sore longe
To seen hire suster, that she sawgh not longe,
That for desire she nyste what to seye,
But to hire housbonde gan she for to preye
For Goddys love, that she moste ones goon
Hire suster for to seen, and come anoon.
Or elles but she moste to hire wende,
She preyde hym that he wolde after hire sende.
And thys was day be day al hire prayere,
With al humblesse of wyfhode, worde and chere.
This Tereus let make hys shippes yare, And into Grece hymselfe ys forthe yfare, Unto hys fader in lawe, and gan hym preye, To vouche sauf that for a moneth or tweye,
That Philomene, his wyfes suster, myghte
Thys olde Pandeon, thys kynge, gan wepe
'Now sone,' quod he, 'that arte to me so dere,