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Which thou to love hast so dispended,
Thou oughtest wel to be comended.
But if so be that there ought faile
Of that thou slouthest to travaile
In armes for to ben absent,
And for thou makest an argument
Of that thou faidest here above,
How Achilles through strength of love
His armes lefte for a throwe,
Thou shalt an other tale knowe,
Whiche is contrarie, as thou shalt wite.
For this a man may finde write,
Whan that knighthode shall be werred,
Lust may nought thanne be preferred,
The bed mot thanne be forsake
And shield and spere on honde take,
Which thing shall make hem after glad,
Whan they be worthy knightes made,
Wherof, so as it cometh to honde,
A tale thou shalt understonde,
How that a knight shall armes sue,
And for the while his ese eschue. Hic dicit, quod amo- Upon knighthode I rede thus, ris delectamento postpofito miles arma fua How whilom whan the king Nanplus, preferre debet, et polixe, cum ipse a bello Trojano propter a.
1. Came for to preien Ulixes
he With other Gregois eke also, manere domi voluiffet, Nanplus pater That he with hem to Troie go, Palamedis cum tantis fermonibus allocutus Where that the siege shulde be, fue conjugis relicto Anone upon Penelope,
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His wife, whom that he loveth hote,
Thenkend, wolde hem nought behote.
But he shope than a wonder wile,
How that he Thulde hem best beguile,
So that he mighte dwelle stille
At home and weld his love at wille,
Wherof erly the morwe day
Out of his bed, where that he lay,
Whan he was up, he gan to fare
Into the felde and loke and stare
As he, which feigneth to be wode,
He toke a plough, where that it stood,
Wherin anone in stede of oxes
He let do yoken grete foxes
And with great falt the londe he sewe.
But Nanplus, which the cause knewe,
Ayein the Neighte, which he feigneth,
Another sleight anone ordeigneth.
And fell that time Ulixes hadde
A child to sone, and Nanplus radde,
How men that sone take solde
And setten him upon the molde,
Where that his fader held the plough
In thilke furgh, which he tho drough.
For in such wise he thought assay,
Howe it Ulixes Thulde pay,
If that he were wode or none.
The knightes for this child forth gone,
Telemacus anone was fette
To-fore the plough and even sette,
Where that his fader Thulde drive.
But whan he figh his childe as blive,
He drof the plough out of the way,
And Nanplus tho began to say
And hath half in a jape cried :
O Ulixes, thou art aspied,
What is all this thou woldest mene?
For openlich it is now sene,
That thou hast feigned all this thing,
Which is great shame to a king,
Whan that for luft of any slouthe
Thou wolt in a quarel of trouthe
Of armes thilke honour forsake
And dwelle at home for loves sake.
For better it were honour to winne
Than love, which likinge is inne.
Forthy take worship upon honde
And elles thou shalt understonde
These other worthy kinges alle
Of Grece, which unto the calle,
Towardes the wol be right wroth
And greve the par chaunce both,
Which shall be to the double shame
Most for the hindringe of thy name,
That thou for southe of any love
Shalt so thy lustes set above
And leve of armes the knighthode,
Whiche is the prise of thy manhode
And oughte first to be desired.
But he, which had his herte fired,
Upon his wife, whan he this herd,
Nought o word there ayein answerd,
But torneth home halving ashamed
And hath within him self so tamed
His herte, that all the sotie
Of love for chivalrie
He lefte, and be him leef or loth
To Troie with hem forth he goth,
That he him mighte nought excuse.
Thus ftant it, if a knight refuse
The lust of armes to travaile.
There may no worldes ese availe,
But if worshipe be with all.
And that hath shewed overall,
For it sit wel in alle wise
A knight to ben of high emprise
And putten alle drede away,
For in this wise I have herd say,
The worthy knight Prothesalay
On his passage where he lay
Towardes Troie thilke siege
She which was all his owne liege
Laodomie his lusty wife,
Which for his love was pensife
As he whiche all her herte hadde,
Upon a thing, wherof she dradde,
A letter for to make him dwelle
Fro Troie, send him thus to telle,
How she hath axed of the wise
Touchend of him in suche a wise,
Hic narrat super eodem, qualiter Laodomia regis Prothesalai uxor volens ipsum a bello Trojano secum retinere fatalem fibi mortem in portu Troie prenunciavit, sed ipse miliciam pocius quam ocia affedtans, Trojam adiit, ubi sue mortis precio perpetue laudis cronicam ademit.
That they have done her understonde
Towardes other how so it stonde,
The destine it hath so shape,
That he shall nought the deth escape
In cas that he arrive at Troy.
Forthy as to her worldes joy
With all her herte The him preide
And many another cause alleide,
That he with her at home abide.
But he hath cast her letter aside
As he, which tho no maner hede
Toke of her wommanische drede
And forth he goth, as nought ne were,
To Troy, and was the firste there,
Which londeth and toke arrivaile,
For him was lever in the bataile
He saith to deien as a knight
Than for to live in all his might
And be reproved of his name.
Lo, thus upon the worldes fame
Knighthode hath ever yet beset,
Which with no cowardis is let. Adhuc fuper eo- Of kinge Saul also I finde, dem, qualiter rex Saul, non obftante Whan Samuel out of his kinde, quod Samuelem a Phitonista fufcita- Through that the Phitonefse hath lered, tum et conjuratum In Samarie was arered responsum, quod ipse in bello more- Lo
o more- Long time after that he was dede. retur, accepisset, hostes tamen fuos The kinge Saul him axeth rede, aggrediens milicie fåmam cun&tis hui- If that he shall go fight or none. us vite blandimentis preposuit.
And Samuel him said anone :