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While the the charge mighte bere
Of children, which the world forbere
Ne may, but if it shulde faile.
But what maiden that in her spousaile
Wol tarie, whan she take may,
She shall perchaunce an other day
Be let, whan that her levest were,
Wherof a tale unto her ere,
Whiche is coulpable upon this dede,

I thenke telle of that I rede. Hic ponit exemplum Among the Jewes, as men tolde, super eodem et nar- T

que There was whilom by daies olde cum ex sui patris voto A noble duke, which Jepte hight. in holocaustum deo occidi et offerri debe. And fell, he shulde go to fight ret, ipsa pro eo, quod virgo fuiffet et prolem Ayein Amon the cruel kinge. ad augmentacionem populi dei nondum And for to speke upon this thinge ipacium, ut cum suis Within his herte he made a vow sodalibus virginibus To god and said: Ha lorde, if thou suam defleret virgini- . tatem priusquam mo- Wolt graunt unto thy man victoire, reretur, in exemplum aliorum a patre pof- I shall in token of thy memoire

The firste life, that I may se,
Of man or woman, where it be,
Anone as I come home ayeine,
To the, which art god soverein,
Sleen in thy name and sacrifie.
And thus with his chivalrie
He goth him forth, so as he sholde,
And wanne all that he winne wolde
And overcame his fomen alle.
May no man lette, that shall falle.

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This duke a lusty doughter had,
And fame, which the wordes fprad,
Hath brought unto this ladies ere,
How that her fader hath don there.
She waiteth upon his cominge
With daunsinge and with carolinge
As she, that wolde be to-fore
All other, and so she was therfore
In Mafphat at her faders gate
The first, and whan he cam ther at
And sigh his doughter, he to-braide
His clothes and wepend he saide :

O mighty god among us here,
Now wot I that in no manere
This worldes joie may be pleine.
I had all that I couthe faine
Ayein my fomen by thy grace,
So whan I came toward this place
There was no gladder man than I.
But now, my lorde, all sodeinly
My joie is torned into forwe,
For I my doughter shall to morwe
To-hewe and brenne in thy service
To loenge of thy facrifice
Through min avowe, so as it is.
The maiden, whan she wist of this
And sigh the forwe her fader made,
So as she may with wordes glade
Comforted him and bad him holde
His covenaunt, which he is beholde

Towardes god, as he behight. But netheles her herte aflight Of that she sigh her deth comende, And than unto the grounde knelende To-fore her fader she is falle And faith, so as it is befalle Upon this point, that she shall deie, Of o thing first she wolde him prey, That forty daies of respite He wolde her graunt upon this plight, That she the while may bewepe Her maidenhede, which she to kepe So longe hath had, and nought be set Wherof her lusty youth is let, That she no children hath forth drawe In mariage after the lawe, So that the people is nought encresed, But that it mighte be relesed, That she her time hath lore so, She wolde by his leve go With other maidens to compleigne And afterward unto the peine Of deth she wolde come ayein. The fader herde his doughter fain, And therupon of one assent The maidens weren anone assent, That shulden with this maiden wende. So for to speke unto this ende They gone the downes and the dales With weping and with wofull tales,

Amans,

And every wight her maidenhede
Compleigneth upon thilke nede,
That she no children hadde bore,
Wherof the hath her youthe lore,
Which never she recover may.
For so fell, that her laste day
Was come, in which she shulde take
Her deth, which she may nought forsake.
Lo, thus she deiede a wofull maide
For thilke cause, which I faide,
As thou hast understonde above.

My fader, as toward the love
Of maidens for to telle trouthe,
Ye have thilke vice of southe
Me thenketh right wonder wel declared,
That ye the women have nought spared
Of hem that tarien so behinde.
But yet it falleth in my minde
Toward the men, how that ye speke
Of hem that woll no travail feke
In cause of love upon deserte
To speke in wordes so coverte,
I not what travail that ye ment.

My sone, and after min entent
I woll the telle, what I thought,
How whilom men her loves bought
Through great travaile in straunge londes,
Where that they wroughten with her hondes
Of armes many a worthy dede
In fondry places, as men may rede.

Confeffor,

6. Quem probat armorum probitas Venus approbat, et quem

Torpor habet reprobum reprobat illa virum.
Vecors fegnicies insignia nescit amoris,

Nam piger ad bravium tardius ipfe venit.
Hic loquitur, quod That every love of pure kinde
in amoris causa mi-
licie probitasadar. Is first forth drawe, well I finde.
morum laboris ex- Rost merhelero
ercicium nullate-
nus torpescat. Deserte doth so, that it is

The rather had in many place.
Forthy who secheth loves grace,
Where that these worthy women are,
He may nought than him selve spare
Upon his travail for to serve,
Wherof that he may thank deserve,
Where as these men of armes be
Sometime over the grete see,
So that by londe and eke by ship
He mot travaile for worship
And make many hastif rodes,
Somtime in Pruse, somtime in Rodes
And some time into Tartarie,
So that these heralds on him crie:
Vailant, vailant, lo, where he goth.
And than he yiveth hem golde and cloth,
So that his fame mighte springe
And to his ladies ere bringe
Some tiding of his worthinesse,
So that she might of his prowesse
Of that she herde men recorde
The better unto his love accorde
And daunger put out of her mood,
Whan alle men recorden good,

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