The shippes were redy fone.
And whan they figh it was to done
Withoute let of any went,
up drawe forth they wente
Towardes Tharfe upon the tide. 1795
But he, that wot, what fhall betide,
The highe god, which wolde him kepe,
Whan that this king was faste a slepe,
By nightes time he hath him bede
To faile unto another stede.
To Ephefim he bad him drawe,
And as it was that time lawe,
He fhall do there his facrifice.
And eke he bad in alle wife,
That in the temple amonges
His fortune, as it is befalle,
Touchend his doughter and his wife
He shall beknowe upon his life.
The king of this avifion
Hath great ymaginacion,
What thinge it signifie may.
And netheles whan it was day,
ibidem templo Diane facrificaret, vela per mare diver
He bad caft anker and abode.
And while that he on anker rode,
The wind, which was to-fore ftraunge,
Upon the point began to chaunge
And torneth thider, as it shulde.
Tho knewe he well, that god it wolde,
And bad the maister make him yare, ready
To-fore the wind for he wold fare
To Ephefim, and so he dede.
And whan he came into the stede,
Where as he shulde londe, he londeth,
With all the hafte he may and fondeth
To shapen him in fuche a wife,
That he may by the morwe arise
And done after the maundement
Of him, which hath him thider fent.
And in the wife, that he thought,
Upon the morwe so he wrought.
His doughter and his fone he nome
And forth unto the temple he come
With a great route in compaigny
His yiftes for to facrify.
The citezeins tho herden fay
Of fuch a king, that came to pray
Unto Diane the goddeffe
And lefte all other befineffe,
They comen thider for to se
The king and the folempnite. 20 With worthy knightes environed nus Ephefin The king him self hath abandoned
Qualiter Appolli
templo Diane facri
ficans, uxorem fu- Into the temple in good entente.
am ibidem velatam
invenit, qua fecum affumpta in navim
verfus Tyrum re
greffus eft.
The dore is up, and in he wente,
Where as with great devocion
Of holy contemplacion
Within his herte he made his fhrifte.
And after that a riche yifte
He offreth with great reverence,
And there in open audience
Of hem, that ftoden all about,
He tolde hem and declareth out
His hap, fuch as him is befalle.
There was no thing foryete of alle.
His wife, as it was goddes grace, 1135
Which was profeffed in the place,
As fhe, that was abbeffe there,
Unto his tale hath laid her ere,
She knew the vois and the visage,
For pure joy as in a rage ›
She ftraught unto him all at ones
And fell a fwoune upon the ftones,
Wherof the temple flore was paved.
She was anone with water laved,
Till she came to her self ayein.
And thanne she began to fain:
Ha, bleffed be the highe fonde,
That I may se min husbonde,
Which whilom he and I were one.
The king with that knewe her anone
And toke her in his arme and kist,
And all the town thus fone it wist.
Tho was there joie many fold,
For every man this tale hath told
As for miracle, and were glade.
But never man fuch joie made
As doth the king, which hath his wife.
And whan men herde, how that her life
Was faved and by whom it was,
They wondren all of fuche a cas.
Qualiter Appolli
nus una cum uxore
et filia fua Tyrum
applicuit.
Through all the londe arose the fpeche
Of maister Cerimon the leche
And of the cure, which he dede.
The king him self tho hath him bede
And eke this quene forth with him, s
That he the town of Ephefim
Woll leve and go where as they be,
For never man of his degre
Hath do to hem fo mochel good.
And he his profite understood
And graunteth with hem for to wende.
And thus they maden there an ende,
And token leve and gone to ship
With all the hole felafhip.
This king, which now hath his defire, '5
Saith, he woll holde his cours to Tire.
They hadden wind at wille tho
With topfail-cole, and forth they go.
And striken never, till they come
To Tire, wher as they haven nome,
And londen hem with mochel bliffe.
There was many a mouth to kisse,
Eche one welcometh other home.
But whan the quene to londe come
And Thaife her doughter by her fide, ys
The joie which was thilke tide
There may no mannes tunge telle.
They faiden all: Here cometh the welle
Of alle womanisshe grace.
The king hath take his real place, 92
There was great fefte arraied tho.
Whan time was they gone to mete,
All olde forwes ben foryete,
And gladen hem with joies newe.
The defcoloured pale hewe
Is now become a ruddy cheke,
There was no merthe for to feke.
But every man hath what he wolde,
The king as he well couthe and fholder
Maketh to his people right good chere.
And after fone, as thou fhalt here,
A parlement he hath fommoned,
Where he his doughter hath coroned
Forth with the lorde of Mitelene, s
That one is king, that other
And thus the faders ordenaunce
This londe hath fet in governaunce,
And faide, that he wolde wende
To Tharfe for to make an ende
Of that his doughter was betraied,
Wherof were alle men well paied.
And faid, how it was for to done.
The shippes weren redy sone.
A strong power with him he toke, 2015
Up to the sky he cast his loke
And figh the wind was covenable.
They hale up anker with the cable,
They fail on high the ftere on honde,
They failen, till they come a londe ≥ 4 5 .
Qualiter Appollinus Athenagoram
cum Thaife uxore
fua fuper Tyrum coronari fecit.
Qualiter Appollinus a Tyro per mare verfus Tharfim iter arripiens vindictam contra Strangulionem et Dionifiam uxorem fuam pro injuria, quam ipfi Thaifi filie fue intulerunt, judicialiter affecutus eft.
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