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Ther as he sih no lyht of day。
And thus tofor the wynd thei dryve;
Til longe and late thei aryve
With gret distresce; as it was sene;
Upon this toun of Mitelene; 1610
Which was a noble cite tho。
And hapneth thilke time so;
The lordes bothe and the comune
The hihe festes of Neptune
Upon the stronde at the rivage;
As it was custumme and usage;
Sollempneliche thei besihe。
Whan thei this strange vessel syhe
Come in; and hath his Seil avaled;
The toun therof hath spoke and taled。 1620
The lord which of the cite was;
Whos name is Athenagoras;
Was there; and seide he wolde se
What Schip it is; and who thei be
That ben therinne: and after sone;
Whan that he sih it was to done;
His barge was for him arraied;
And he goth forth and hath assaied。
He fond the Schip of gret Array;
Bot what thing it amonte may; 1630
He seth thei maden hevy chiere;
Bot wel him thenkth be the manere
That thei be worthi men of blod;
And axeth of hem hou it stod;
And thei him tellen al the cas;
Hou that here lord fordrive was;
And what a sorwe that he made;
Of which ther mai noman him glade。
He preith that he here lord mai se;
Bot thei him tolde it mai noght be; 1640
For he lith in so derk a place;
That ther may no wiht sen his face:
Bot for al that; thogh hem be loth;
He fond the ladre and doun he goth;
And to him spak; bot non ansuere
Ayein of him ne mihte he bere
For oght that he can don or sein;
And thus he goth him up ayein。
Tho was ther spoke in many wise
Amonges hem that weren wise; 1650
Now this; now that; bot ate laste
The wisdom of the toun this caste;
That yonge Taise were asent。
For if ther be amendement
To glade with this woful king;
Sche can so moche of every thing;
That sche schal gladen him anon。
A Messager for hire is gon;
And sche cam with hire Harpe on honde;
And seide hem that sche wolde fonde 1660
Be alle weies that sche can;
To glade with this sory man。
Bot what he was sche wiste noght;
Bot al the Schip hire hath besoght
That sche hire wit on him despende;
In aunter if he myhte amende;
And sein it schal be wel aquit。
Whan sche hath understonden it;
Sche goth hir doun; ther as he lay;
Wher that sche harpeth many a lay 1670
And lich an Angel sang withal;
Bot he nomore than the wal
Tok hiede of eny thing he herde。
And whan sche sih that he so ferde;
Sche falleth with him into wordes;
And telleth him of sondri bordes;
And axeth him demandes strange;
Wherof sche made his herte change;
And to hire speche his Ere he leide
And hath merveile of that sche seide。 1680
For in proverbe and in probleme
Sche spak; and bad he scholde deme
In many soubtil question:
Bot he for no suggestioun
Which toward him sche couthe stere;
He wolde noght o word ansuere;
Bot as a madd man ate laste
His heved wepende awey he caste;
And half in wraththe he bad hire go。
Bot yit sche wolde noght do so; 1690
And in the derke forth sche goth;
Til sche him toucheth; and he wroth;
And after hire with his hond
He smot: and thus whan sche him fond
Desesed; courtaisly sche saide;
〃Avoi; mi lord; I am a Maide;
And if ye wiste what I am;
And out of what lignage I cam;
Ye wolde noght be so salvage。〃
With that he sobreth his corage 1700
And put awey his hevy chiere。
Bot of hem tuo a man mai liere
What is to be so sibb of blod:
Non wiste of other hou it stod;
And yit the fader ate laste
His herte upon this maide caste;
That he hire loveth kindely;
And yit he wiste nevere why。
Bot al was knowe er that thei wente;
For god; which wot here hol entente; 1710
Here hertes bothe anon descloseth。
This king unto this maide opposeth;
And axeth ferst what was hire name;
And wher sche lerned al this game;
And of what ken that sche was come。
And sche; that hath hise wordes nome;
Ansuerth and seith; 〃My name is Thaise;
That was som time wel at aise:
In Tharse I was forthdrawe and fed;
Ther lerned I; til I was sped; 1720
Of that I can。 Mi fader eke
I not wher that I scholde him seke;
He was a king; men tolde me:
Mi Moder dreint was in the See。〃
Fro point to point al sche him tolde;
That sche hath longe in herte holde;
And nevere dorste make hir mone
Bot only to this lord al one;
To whom hire herte can noght hele;
Torne it to wo; torne it to wele; 1730
Torne it to good; torne it to harm。
And he tho toke hire in his arm;
Bot such a joie as he tho made
Was nevere sen; thus be thei glade;
That sory hadden be toforn。
Fro this day forth fortune hath sworn
To sette him upward on the whiel;
So goth the world; now wo; now wel:
This king hath founde newe grace;
So that out of his derke place 1740
He goth him up into the liht;
And with him cam that swete wiht;
His doghter Thaise; and forth anon
Thei bothe into the Caban gon
Which was ordeigned for the king;
And ther he dede of al his thing;
And was arraied realy。
And out he cam al openly;
Wher Athenagoras he fond;
The which was lord of al the lond: 1750
He preith the king to come and se
His castell bothe and his cite;
And thus thei gon forth alle in fiere;
This king; this lord; this maiden diere。
This lord tho made hem riche feste
With every thing which was honeste;
To plese with this worthi king;
Ther lacketh him no maner thing:
Bot yit for al his noble array
Wifles he was into that day; 1760
As he that yit was of yong Age;
So fell ther into his corage
The lusti wo; the glade peine
Of love; which noman restreigne
Yit nevere myhte as nou tofore。
This lord thenkth al his world forlore;
Bot if the king wol don him grace;
He waiteth time; he waiteth place;
Him thoghte his herte wol tobreke;
Til he mai to this maide speke 1770
And to hir fader ek also
For mariage: and it fell so;
That al was do riht as he thoghte;
His pourpos to an ende he broghte;
Sche weddeth him as for hire lord;
Thus be thei alle of on acord。
Whan al was do riht as thei wolde;
The king unto his Sone tolde
Of Tharse thilke traiterie;
And seide hou in his compaignie 1780
His doghter and himselven eke
Schull go vengance forto seke。
The Schipes were redy sone;
And whan thei sihe it was to done;
Withoute lette of eny wente
With Seil updrawe forth thei wente
Towardes Tharse upon the tyde。
Bot he that wot what schal betide;
The hihe god; which wolde him kepe;
Whan that this king was faste aslepe; 1790
Be nyhtes time he hath him bede
To seile into an other stede:
To Ephesim he bad him drawe;
And as it was that time lawe;
He schal do there his sacrifise;
And ek he bad in alle wise
That in the temple amonges alle
His fortune; as it is befalle;
Touchende his doghter and his wif
He schal beknowe upon his lif。 1800
The king of this Avisioun
Hath gret ymaginacioun;
What thing it signefie may;
And natheles; whan it was day;
He bad caste Ancher and abod;
And whil that he on Ancher rod;
The wynd; which was tofore strange;
Upon the point began to change;
And torneth thider as it scholde。
Tho knew he wel that god it wolde; 1810
And bad the Maister make him yare;
Tofor the wynd for he wol fare
To Ephesim; and so he dede。
And whanne he cam unto the stede
Where as he scholde londe; he londeth
With al the haste he may; and fondeth
To schapen him be such a wise;
That he may be the morwe arise
And don after the mandement
Of him which hath him thider sent。 1820
And in the wise that he thoghte;
Upon the morwe so he wroghte;
His doghter and his Sone he nom;
And forth unto the temple he com
With a gret route in compaignie;
Hise yiftes forto sacrifie。
The citezeins tho herden seie
Of such a king that cam to preie
Unto Diane the godesse;
And left al other besinesse; 1830
Thei comen thider forto se
The king and the solempnete。
With worthi knyhtes environed
The king himself hath abandoned
Into the temple in good entente。
The dore is up; and he in wente;
Wher as with gret devocioun
Of holi contemplacioun
Withinne his herte he made his schrifte;
And after that a riche yifte 1840
He offreth with gret reverence;
And there in open Audience
Of hem that stoden thanne aboute;
He tolde hem and declareth oute
His hap; such as him is befalle;
Ther was nothing foryete of alle。
His wif; as it was goddes grace;
Which was professed in the place;
As sche that was Abbesse there;
Unto his tale hath leid hire Ere: 1850
Sche knew the vois and the visage;
For pure joie as in a rage
Sche strawhte unto him al at ones;
And fell aswoune upon the stones;
Wherof the temple flor was paved。
Sche was anon with water laved;
Til sche cam to hirself ayein;
And thanne sche began to sein:
〃Ha; blessed be the hihe sonde;
That I mai se myn housebonde; 1860
That whilom he and I were on!〃
The king with that knew hire anon;
And tok hire in his Arm and kiste;
And al the toun thus sone it wiste。
Tho was ther joie manyfold;
For every man this tale hath told
As for miracle; and were glade;
Bot nevere man such joie made
As doth the king; which hath his wif。
And whan men herde hou that hir lif 1870
Was saved; and be whom it was;
Thei wondren alle of such a cas:
Thurgh al the Lond aros the speche
Of Maister Cerymon the leche
And of the cure which he dede。
The king himself tho hath him bede;
And ek this queene forth with him;
That he the toun of Ephesim
Wol leve