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A Schip sailende of gret array。
To knowe what it mene may;
Til it be come thei abide;
Than sen thei stonde on every side;
Endlong the schipes bord to schewe;
Of Penonceals a riche rewe。
Thei axen when the ship is come:
Fro Tyr; anon ansuerde some;    990
And over this thei seiden more
The cause why thei comen fore
Was forto seche and forto finde
Appolinus; which was of kinde
Her liege lord: and he appiereth;
And of the tale which he hiereth
He was riht glad; for thei him tolde;
That for vengance; as god it wolde;
Antiochus; as men mai wite;
With thondre and lyhthnynge is forsmite;    1000
His doghter hath the same chaunce;
So be thei bothe in o balance。
〃Forthi; oure liege lord; we seie
In name of al the lond; and preie;
That left al other thing to done;
It like you to come sone
And se youre oghne liege men
With othre that ben of youre ken;
That live in longinge and desir
Til ye be come ayein to Tyr。〃   1010
This tale after the king it hadde
Pentapolim al overspradde;
Ther was no joie forto seche;
For every man it hadde in speche
And seiden alle of on acord;
〃A worthi king schal ben oure lord:
That thoghte ous ferst an hevinesse
Is schape ous now to gret gladnesse。〃
Thus goth the tidinge overal。
Bot nede he mot; that nede schal:  1020
Appolinus his leve tok;
To god and al the lond betok
With al the poeple long and brod;
That he no lenger there abod。
The king and queene sorwe made;
Bot yit somdiel thei weren glade
Of such thing as thei herden tho:
And thus betwen the wel and wo
To schip he goth; his wif with childe;
The which was evere meke and mylde    1030
And wolde noght departe him fro;
Such love was betwen hem tuo。
Lichorida for hire office
Was take; which was a Norrice;
To wende with this yonge wif;
To whom was schape a woful lif。
Withinne a time; as it betidde;
Whan thei were in the See amidde;
Out of the North they sihe a cloude;
The storm aros; the wyndes loude   1040
Thei blewen many a dredful blast;
The welkne was al overcast;
The derke nyht the Sonne hath under;
Ther was a gret tempeste of thunder:
The Mone and ek the Sterres bothe
In blake cloudes thei hem clothe;
Wherof here brihte lok thei hyde。
This yonge ladi wepte and cride;
To whom no confort myhte availe;
Of childe sche began travaile;  1050
Wher sche lay in a Caban clos:
Hire woful lord fro hire aros;
And that was longe er eny morwe;
So that in anguisse and in sorwe
Sche was delivered al be nyhte
And ded in every mannes syhte;
Bot natheles for al this wo
A maide child was bore tho。
Appolinus whan he this knew;
For sorwe a swoune he overthrew;  1060
That noman wiste in him no lif。
And whanne he wok; he seide; 〃Ha; wif;
Mi lust; mi joie; my desir;
Mi welthe and my recoverir;
Why schal I live; and thou schalt dye?
Ha; thou fortune; I thee deffie;
Nou hast thou do to me thi werste。
Ha; herte; why ne wolt thou berste;
That forth with hire I myhte passe?
Mi peines weren wel the lasse。〃    1070
In such wepinge and in such cry
His dede wif; which lay him by;
A thousend sithes he hire kiste;
Was nevere man that sih ne wiste
A sorwe unto his sorwe lich;
For evere among upon the lich
He fell swounende; as he that soghte
His oghne deth; which he besoghte
Unto the goddes alle above
With many a pitous word of love;   1080
Bot suche wordes as tho were
Yit herde nevere mannes Ere;
Bot only thilke whiche he seide。
The Maister Schipman cam and preide
With othre suche as be therinne;
And sein that he mai nothing winne
Ayein the deth; bot thei him rede;
He be wel war and tak hiede;
The See be weie of his nature
Receive mai no creature   1090
Withinne himself as forto holde;
The which is ded: forthi thei wolde;
As thei conseilen al aboute;
The dede body casten oute。
For betre it is; thei seiden alle;
That it of hire so befalle;
Than if thei scholden alle spille。
The king; which understod here wille
And knew here conseil that was trewe;
Began ayein his sorwe newe   1100
With pitous herte; and thus to seie:
〃It is al reson that ye preie。
I am;〃 quod he; 〃bot on al one;
So wolde I noght for mi persone
Ther felle such adversite。
Bot whan it mai no betre be;
Doth thanne thus upon my word;
Let make a cofre strong of bord;
That it be ferm with led and pich。〃
Anon was mad a cofre sich;   1110
Al redy broght unto his hond;
And whanne he sih and redy fond
This cofre mad and wel enclowed;
The dede bodi was besowed
In cloth of gold and leid therinne。
And for he wolde unto hire winne
Upon som cooste a Sepulture;
Under hire heved in aventure
Of gold he leide Sommes grete
And of jeueals a strong beyete  1120
Forth with a lettre; and seide thus:
〃I; king of Tyr Appollinus;
Do alle maner men to wite;
That hiere and se this lettre write;
That helpeles withoute red
Hier lith a kinges doghter ded:
And who that happeth hir to finde;
For charite tak in his mynde;
And do so that sche be begrave
With this tresor; which he schal have。〃  1130
Thus whan the lettre was full spoke;
Thei haue anon the cofre stoke;
And bounden it with yren faste;
That it may with the wawes laste;
And stoppen it be such a weie;
That it schal be withinne dreie;
So that no water myhte it grieve。
And thus in hope and good believe
Of that the corps schal wel aryve;
Thei caste it over bord als blyve。    1140
The Schip forth on the wawes wente;
The prince hath changed his entente;
And seith he wol noght come at Tyr
As thanne; bot al his desir
Is ferst to seilen unto Tharse。
The wyndy Storm began to skarse;
The Sonne arist; the weder cliereth;
The Schipman which behinde stiereth;
Whan that he sih the wyndes saghte;
Towardes Tharse his cours he straghte。   1150
Bot now to mi matiere ayein;
To telle as olde bokes sein;
This dede corps of which ye knowe
With wynd and water was forthrowe
Now hier; now ther; til ate laste
At Ephesim the See upcaste
The cofre and al that was therinne。
Of gret merveile now beginne
Mai hiere who that sitteth stille;
That god wol save mai noght spille。   1160
Riht as the corps was throwe alonde;
Ther cam walkende upon the stronde
A worthi clerc; a Surgien;
And ek a gret Phisicien;
Of al that lond the wisest on;
Which hihte Maister Cerymon;
Ther were of his disciples some。
This Maister to the Cofre is come;
He peiseth ther was somwhat in;
And bad hem bere it to his In;   1170
And goth himselve forth withal。
Al that schal falle; falle schal;
Thei comen hom and tarie noght;
This Cofre is into chambre broght;
Which that thei finde faste stoke;
Bot thei with craft it have unloke。
Thei loken in; where as thei founde
A bodi ded; which was bewounde
In cloth of gold; as I seide er;
The tresor ek thei founden ther    1180
Forth with the lettre; which thei rede。
And tho thei token betre hiede;
Unsowed was the bodi sone;
And he; which knew what is to done;
This noble clerk; with alle haste
Began the veines forto taste;
And sih hire Age was of youthe;
And with the craftes whiche he couthe
He soghte and fond a signe of lif。
With that this worthi kinges wif   1190
Honestely thei token oute;
And maden fyres al aboute;
Thei leide hire on a couche softe;
And with a scheete warmed ofte
Hire colde brest began to hete;
Hire herte also to flacke and bete。
This Maister hath hire every joignt
With certein oile and balsme enoignt;
And putte a liquour in hire mouth;
Which is to fewe clerkes couth;    1200
So that sche coevereth ate laste;
And ferst hire yhen up sche caste;
And whan sche more of strengthe cawhte;
Hire Armes bothe forth sche strawhte;
Hield up hire hond and pitously
Sche spak and seide; 〃Ha; wher am I?
Where is my lord; what world is this?〃
As sche that wot noght hou it is。
Bot Cerymon the worthi leche
Ansuerde anon upon hire speche  1210
And seith; 〃Ma dame; yee ben hiere;
Where yee be sauf; as yee schal hiere
Hierafterward; forthi as nou
Mi conseil is; conforteth you:
For trusteth wel withoute faile;
Ther is nothing which schal you faile;
That oghte of reson to be do。〃
Thus passen thei a day or tuo;
Thei speke of noght as for an ende;
Til sche began somdiel amende;  1220
And wiste hireselven what sche mente。
Tho forto knowe hire hol entente;
This Maister axeth al the cas;
Hou sche cam the

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