She gan to wring her handis two. !,. Alas! is every man thus true, woll have a newe, That every yere If it fo longè tyme endure, Or ellis thre peravinture? And thus of one he woll have fame In magnifying his owne name, O Æneas! what woll ye do? 305 O that your love, neithir your bonde, Which that ye fwore with your right honde, l Ne yet my my cruill deth, (quod fhe). Maie holdin you ftill here with me! O! have yc' of my deth no pite? Iwis, myne own dere herte! that ye 310 315 320 46325 Knowin full well that nevir yet, As farre as evir I had wit, Agilte you in thought ne in dede. O! have ye men foche godelihede 330 In fpeche, and ner a dele of trouthe? O'er all this lande in every tong. O wickid Fame! for there n'is 350 That it ne fhall be faied, alas! 355 I fhamid was through Æneas, And that I fhall thus judgid be. Lo! right as fhe hath doen now the Woll doen eftfonis hardily, Thus faie the peple privily; 360 But that is doen n'is not to done:' She into chambir went anone, 365 But welawaie! the harme and routh 385 And whan fhe wift that he was falfe : Eke loke how falfe and rechèles Was to Brifeida Achilles, And Paris eke to Oenone, And Jafon to Hypfipyle, That made hym take his deth parde. For, had he laughid or iloured, 395 400 11405 He must have ben anone devoured 2410 If Ariadne ne had be; And for fhe had of hym pite She made hym fro the deth escape, With hym, and gan to shippe ygo; In certain, as the boke us telles. And faire Dido and her faire toun. 415 420 425 430 Tho fawe I grave how to Itaile Dan Æneas gan for to faile, 435 |