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On me that sche miscaste hire yhe； 110
Or that sche liste noght to loke；
And I therof good hiede toke；
Anon into my ferste astat
I torne； and am with al so mat；
That evere it is aliche wicke。
And thus myn hand ayein the pricke
I hurte and have do many day；
And go so forth as I go may；
Fulofte bitinge on my lippe；
And make unto miself a whippe。 120
With which in many a chele and hete
Mi wofull herte is so tobete；
That all my wittes ben unsofte
And I am wroth； I not how ofte；
And al it is Malencolie；
Which groweth of the fantasie
Of love； that me wol noght loute：
So bere I forth an angri snoute
Ful manye times in a yer。
Bot； fader； now ye sitten hier 130
In loves stede； I yow beseche；
That som ensample ye me teche；
Wherof I mai miself appese。
Mi Sone； for thin hertes ese
I schal fulfille thi preiere；
So that thou miht the betre lere
What mischief that this vice stereth；
Which in his Anger noght forbereth；
Wherof that after him forthenketh；
Whan he is sobre and that he thenketh 140
Upon the folie of his dede；
And of this point a tale I rede。
Ther was a king which Eolus
Was hote； and it befell him thus；
That he tuo children hadde faire；
The Sone cleped was Machaire；
The dowhter ek Canace hihte。
Be daie bothe and ek be nyhte；
Whil thei be yonge； of comun wone
In chambre thei togedre wone； 150
And as thei scholden pleide hem ofte；
Til thei be growen up alofte
Into the youthe of lusti age；
Whan kinde assaileth the corage
With love and doth him forto bowe；
That he no reson can allowe；
Bot halt the lawes of nature：
For whom that love hath under cure；
As he is blind himself； riht so
He makth his client blind also。 160
In such manere as I you telle
As thei al day togedre duelle；
This brother mihte it noght asterte
That he with al his hole herte
His love upon his Soster caste：
And so it fell hem ate laste；
That this Machaire with Canace
Whan thei were in a prive place；
Cupide bad hem ferst to kesse；
And after sche which is Maistresse 170
In kinde and techeth every lif
Withoute lawe positif；
Of which sche takth nomaner charge；
Bot kepth hire lawes al at large；
Nature； tok hem into lore
And tawht hem so； that overmore
Sche hath hem in such wise daunted；
That thei were； as who seith； enchaunted。
And as the blinde an other ledeth
And til thei falle nothing dredeth； 180
Riht so thei hadde non insihte；
Bot as the bridd which wole alihte
And seth the mete and noght the net；
Which in deceipte of him is set；
This yonge folk no peril sihe；
Bot that was likinge in here yhe；
So that thei felle upon the chance
Where witt hath lore his remembrance。
So longe thei togedre assemble；
The wombe aros； and sche gan tremble； 190
And hield hire in hire chambre clos
For drede it scholde be disclos
And come to hire fader Ere：
Wherof the Sone hadde also fere；
And feigneth cause forto ryde；
For longe dorste he noght abyde；
In aunter if men wolde sein
That he his Soster hath forlein：
For yit sche hadde it noght beknowe
Whos was the child at thilke throwe。 200
Machaire goth； Canace abit；
The which was noght delivered yit；
Bot riht sone after that sche was。
Now lest and herkne a woful cas。
The sothe； which mai noght ben hid；
Was ate laste knowe and kid
Unto the king； how that it stod。
And whan that he it understod；
Anon into Malencolie；
As thogh it were a frenesie； 210
He fell； as he which nothing cowthe
How maistrefull love is in yowthe：
And for he was to love strange；
He wolde noght his herte change
To be benigne and favorable
To love； bot unmerciable
Betwen the wawe of wod and wroth
Into his dowhtres chambre he goth；
And sih the child was late bore；
Wherof he hath hise othes swore 220
That sche it schal ful sore abye。
And sche began merci to crie；
Upon hire bare knes and preide；
And to hire fader thus sche seide：
〃Ha mercy！ fader； thenk I am
Thi child； and of thi blod I cam。
That I misdede yowthe it made；
And in the flodes bad me wade；
Wher that I sih no peril tho：
Bot now it is befalle so； 230
Merci； my fader； do no wreche！〃
And with that word sche loste speche
And fell doun swounende at his fot；
As sche for sorwe nedes mot。
Bot his horrible crualte
Ther mihte attempre no pite：
Out of hire chambre forth he wente
Al full of wraththe in his entente；
And tok the conseil in his herte
That sche schal noght the deth asterte； 240
As he which Malencolien
Of pacience hath no lien；
Wherof the wraththe he mai restreigne。
And in this wilde wode peine；
Whanne al his resoun was untame；
A kniht he clepeth be his name；
And tok him as be weie of sonde
A naked swerd to bere on honde；
And seide him that he scholde go
And telle unto his dowhter so 250
In the manere as he him bad；
How sche that scharpe swerdes blad
Receive scholde and do withal
So as sche wot wherto it schal。
Forth in message goth this kniht
Unto this wofull yonge wiht；
This scharpe swerd to hire he tok：
Wherof that al hire bodi qwok；
For wel sche wiste what it mente；
And that it was to thilke entente 260
That sche hireselven scholde slee。
And to the kniht sche seide： 〃Yee；
Now that I wot my fadres wille；
That I schal in this wise spille；
I wole obeie me therto；
And as he wole it schal be do。
Bot now this thing mai be non other；
I wole a lettre unto mi brother；
So as my fieble hand may wryte；
With al my wofull herte endite。〃 270
Sche tok a Penne on honde tho；
Fro point to point and al the wo；
Als ferforth as hireself it wot；
Unto hire dedly frend sche wrot；
And tolde how that hire fader grace
Sche mihte for nothing pourchace；
And overthat； as thou schalt hiere；
Sche wrot and seide in this manere：
〃O thou my sorwe and my gladnesse；
O thou myn hele and my siknesse； 280
O my wanhope and al my trust；
O my desese and al my lust；
O thou my wele； o thou my wo；
O thou my frend； o thou my fo；
O thou my love； o thou myn hate；
For thee mot I be ded algate。
Thilke ende may I noght asterte；
And yit with al myn hole herte；
Whil that me lasteth eny breth；
I wol the love into my deth。 290
Bot of o thing I schal thee preie；
If that my litel Sone deie；
Let him be beried in my grave
Beside me； so schalt thou have
Upon ous bothe remembrance。
For thus it stant of my grevance；
Now at this time； as thou schalt wite；
With teres and with enke write
This lettre I have in cares colde：
In my riht hond my Penne I holde； 300
And in my left the swerd I kepe；
And in my barm ther lith to wepe
Thi child and myn； which sobbeth faste。
Now am I come unto my laste：
Fare wel； for I schal sone deie；
And thenk how I thi love abeie。〃
The pomel of the swerd to grounde
Sche sette； and with the point a wounde
Thurghout hire herte anon sche made；
And forth with that al pale and fade 310
Sche fell doun ded fro ther sche stod。
The child lay bathende in hire blod
Out rolled fro the moder barm；
And for the blod was hot and warm；
He basketh him aboute thrinne。
Ther was no bote forto winne；
For he； which can no pite knowe；
The king cam in the same throwe；
And sih how that his dowhter dieth
And how this Babe al blody crieth； 320
Bot al that mihte him noght suffise；
That he ne bad to do juise
Upon the child； and bere him oute；
And seche in the Forest aboute
Som wilde place； what it were；
To caste him out of honde there；
So that som best him mai devoure；
Where as noman him schal socoure。
Al that he bad was don in dede：
Ha； who herde evere singe or rede 330
Of such a thing as that was do？
Bot he which ladde his wraththe so
Hath knowe of love bot a lite；
Bot for al that he was to wyte；
Thurgh his sodein Malencolie
To do so gret a felonie。
Forthi； my Sone； how so it stonde；
Be this cas thou miht understonde
That if thou evere in cause of love
Schalt deme； and thou be so above 340
That thou miht lede it at thi wille；
Let nevere thurgh thi Wraththe spille
Which every kinde scholde save。
For it sit every man to have
Reward to love and to his miht；
Ayein whos strengthe mai no wiht：
And siththe an herte is so constreigned；
The reddour oghte be restreigned
To him that mai no bet aweie；
Whan he mot to nature obeie。 350
For it is seid thus overal；
That nedes mot that nede schal
Of that a lif d