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And is so wo begon therfore;
That he withinne his thoght conceiveth
Tristesce; and so himself deceiveth;
That he wanhope bringeth inne;
Wher is no confort to beginne;
Bot every joie him is deslaied:
So that withinne his herte affraied   3400
A thousend time with o breth
Wepende he wissheth after deth;
Whan he fortune fint adverse。
For thanne he wole his hap reherce;
As thogh his world were al forlore;
And seith; 〃Helas; that I was bore'
Hou schal I live? hou schal I do?
For nou fortune is thus mi fo;
I wot wel god me wol noght helpe。
What scholde I thanne of joies yelpe;    3410
Whan ther no bote is of mi care?
So overcast is my welfare;
That I am schapen al to strif。
Helas; that I nere of this lif;
Er I be fulliche overtake'〃
And thus he wol his sorwe make;
As god him mihte noght availe:
Bot yit ne wol he noght travaile
To helpe himself at such a nede;
Bot slowtheth under such a drede;  3420
Which is affermed in his herte;
Riht as he mihte noght asterte
The worldes wo which he is inne。
Also whan he is falle in Sinne;
Him thenkth he is so ferr coupable;
That god wol noght be merciable
So gret a Sinne to foryive;
And thus he leeveth to be schrive。
And if a man in thilke throwe
Wolde him consaile; he wol noght knowe   3430
The sothe; thogh a man it finde:
For Tristesce is of such a kinde;
That forto meintiene his folie;
He hath with him Obstinacie;
Which is withinne of such a Slouthe;
That he forsaketh alle trouthe;
And wole unto no reson bowe;
And yit ne can he noght avowe
His oghne skile bot of hed:
Thus dwyneth he; til he be ded;    3440
In hindringe of his oghne astat。
For where a man is obstinat;
Wanhope folweth ate laste;
Which mai noght after longe laste;
Till Slouthe make of him an ende。
Bot god wot whider he schal wende。
Mi Sone; and riht in such manere
Ther be lovers of hevy chiere;
That sorwen mor than it is ned;
Whan thei be taried of here sped   3450
And conne noght hemselven rede;
Bot lesen hope forto spede
And stinten love to poursewe;
And thus thei faden hyde and hewe;
And lustles in here hertes waxe。
Hierof it is that I wolde axe;
If thou; mi Sone; art on of tho。
Ha; goode fader; it is so;
Outake a point; I am beknowe;
For elles I am overthrowe    3460
In al that evere ye have seid。
Mi sorwe is everemore unteid;
And secheth overal my veines;
Bot forto conseile of mi peines;
I can no bote do therto;
And thus withouten hope I go;
So that mi wittes ben empeired;
And I; as who seith; am despeired
To winne love of thilke swete;
Withoute whom; I you behiete;   3470
Min herte; that is so bestad;
Riht inly nevere mai be glad。
For be my trouthe I schal noght lie;
Of pure sorwe; which I drye
For that sche seith sche wol me noght;
With drecchinge of myn oghne thoght
In such a wanhope I am falle;
That I ne can unethes calle;
As forto speke of eny grace;
Mi ladi merci to pourchace。  3480
Bot yit I seie noght for this
That al in mi defalte it is;
For I cam nevere yit in stede;
Whan time was; that I my bede
Ne seide; and as I dorste tolde:
Bot nevere fond I that sche wolde;
For oght sche knew of min entente;
To speke a goodly word assente。
And natheles this dar I seie;
That if a sinful wolde preie    3490
To god of his foryivenesse
With half so gret a besinesse
As I have do to my ladi;
In lacke of askinge of merci
He scholde nevere come in Helle。
And thus I mai you sothli telle;
Save only that I crie and bidde;
I am in Tristesce al amidde
And fulfild of Desesperance:
And therof yif me mi penance;   3500
Min holi fader; as you liketh。
Mi Sone; of that thin herte siketh
With sorwe; miht thou noght amende;
Til love his grace wol thee sende;
For thou thin oghne cause empeirest
What time as thou thiself despeirest。
I not what other thing availeth;
Of hope whan the herte faileth;
For such a Sor is incurable;
And ek the goddes ben vengable:    3510
And that a man mai riht wel frede;
These olde bokes who so rede;
Of thing which hath befalle er this:
Now hier of what ensample it is。
Whilom be olde daies fer
Of Mese was the king Theucer;
Which hadde a kniht to Sone; Iphis:
Of love and he so maistred is;
That he hath set al his corage;
As to reguard of his lignage;   3520
Upon a Maide of lou astat。
Bot thogh he were a potestat
Of worldes good; he was soubgit
To love; and put in such a plit;
That he excedeth the mesure
Of reson; that himself assure
He can noght; for the more he preide;
The lass love on him sche leide。
He was with love unwys constreigned;
And sche with resoun was restreigned:  3530
The lustes of his herte he suieth;
And sche for dred schame eschuieth;
And as sche scholde; tok good hiede
To save and kepe hir wommanhiede。
And thus the thing stod in debat
Betwen his lust and hire astat:
He yaf; he sende; he spak be mouthe;
Bot yit for oght that evere he couthe
Unto his sped he fond no weie;
So that he caste his hope aweie;  3540
Withinne his herte and gan despeire
Fro dai to dai; and so empeire;
That he hath lost al his delit
Of lust; of Slep; of Appetit;
That he thurgh strengthe of love lasseth
His wit; and resoun overpasseth。
As he which of his lif ne rowhte;
His deth upon himself he sowhte;
So that be nyhte his weie he nam;
Ther wiste non wher he becam;  3550
The nyht was derk; ther schon no Mone;
Tofore the gates he cam sone;
Wher that this yonge Maiden was
And with this wofull word; 〃Helas!〃
Hise dedli pleintes he began
So stille that ther was noman
It herde; and thanne he seide thus:
〃O thou Cupide; o thou Venus;
Fortuned be whos ordinaunce
Of love is every mannes chaunce;  3560
Ye knowen al min hole herte;
That I ne mai your hond asterte;
On you is evere that I crie;
And yit you deigneth noght to plie;
Ne toward me youre Ere encline。
Thus for I se no medicine
To make an ende of mi querele;
My deth schal be in stede of hele。
  Ha; thou mi wofull ladi diere;
Which duellest with thi fader hiere  3570
And slepest in thi bedd at ese;
Thou wost nothing of my desese。
Hou thou and I be now unmete。
Ha lord; what swevene schalt thou mete;
What dremes hast thou nou on honde?
Thou slepest there; and I hier stonde。
Thogh I no deth to the deserve;
Hier schal I for thi love sterve;
Hier schal a kinges Sone dye
For love and for no felonie;  3580
Wher thou therof have joie or sorwe;
Hier schalt thou se me ded tomorwe。
O herte hard aboven alle;
This deth; which schal to me befalle
For that thou wolt noght do me grace;
Yit schal be told in many a place;
Hou I am ded for love and trouthe
In thi defalte and in thi slouthe:
Thi Daunger schal to manye mo
Ensample be for everemo;  3590
Whan thei my wofull deth recorde。〃
And with that word he tok a Corde;
With which upon the gate tre
He hyng himself; that was pite。
  The morwe cam; the nyht is gon;
Men comen out and syhe anon
Wher that this yonge lord was ded:
Ther was an hous withoute red;
For noman knew the cause why;
Ther was wepinge and ther was cry。  3600
This Maiden; whan that sche it herde;
And sih this thing hou it misferde;
Anon sche wiste what it mente;
And al the cause hou it wente
To al the world sche tolde it oute;
And preith to hem that were aboute
To take of hire the vengance;
For sche was cause of thilke chaunce;
Why that this kinges Sone is split。
Sche takth upon hirself the gilt;  3610
And is al redi to the peine
Which eny man hir wole ordeigne:
And bot if eny other wolde;
Sche seith that sche hirselve scholde
Do wreche with hire oghne hond;
Thurghout the world in every lond
That every lif therof schal speke;
Hou sche hirself i scholde wreke。
Sche wepth; sche crith; sche swouneth ofte;
Sche caste hire yhen up alofte  3620
And seide among ful pitously:
〃A godd; thou wost wel it am I;
For whom Iphis is thus besein:
Ordeine so; that men mai sein
A thousend wynter after this;
Hou such a Maiden dede amis;
And as I dede; do to me:
For I ne dede no pite
To him; which for mi love is lore;
Do no pite to me therfore。〃  3630
And with this word sche fell to grounde
Aswoune; and ther sche lay a stounde。
The goddes; whiche hir pleigntes herde
And syhe hou wofully sche ferde;
Hire lif thei toke awey anon;
And schopen hire into a Ston
After the forme of hire ym

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