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Now tell me forth if ther be more
As touchende unto Wraththes lore。
Of Wraththe yit ther is an other；
Which is to Cheste his oghne brother；
And is be name cleped Hate；
That soffreth noght withinne his gate
That ther come owther love or pes；
For he wol make no reles
Of no debat which is befalle。
Now spek； if thou art on of alle； 850
That with this vice hast ben withholde。
As yit for oght that ye me tolde；
Mi fader； I not what it is。
In good feith； Sone； I trowe yis。
Mi fader； nay； bot ye me lere。
Now lest； my Sone； and thou schalt here。
Hate is a wraththe noght schewende；
Bot of long time gaderende；
And duelleth in the herte loken；
Til he se time to be wroken； 860
And thanne he scheweth his tempeste
Mor sodein than the wilde beste；
Which wot nothing what merci is。
Mi Sone； art thou knowende of this？
My goode fader； as I wene；
Now wot I somdel what ye mene；
Bot I dar saufly make an oth；
Mi ladi was me nevere loth。
I wol noght swere natheles
That I of hate am gulteles； 870
For whanne I to my ladi plie
Fro dai to dai and merci crie；
And sche no merci on me leith
Bot schorte wordes to me seith；
Thogh I my ladi love algate；
Tho wordes moste I nedes hate；
And wolde thei were al despent；
Or so ferr oute of londe went
That I nevere after scholde hem hiere；
And yit love I my ladi diere。 880
Thus is ther Hate； as ye mai se；
Betwen mi ladi word and me；
The word I hate and hire I love；
What so me schal betide of love。
Bot forthere mor I wol me schryve；
That I have hated al my lyve
These janglers； whiche of here Envie
Ben evere redi forto lie；
For with here fals compassement
Fuloften thei have mad me schent 890
And hindred me fulofte time；
Whan thei no cause wisten bime；
Bot onliche of here oghne thoght：
And thus fuloften have I boght
The lie； and drank noght of the wyn。
I wolde here happ were such as myn：
For how so that I be now schrive；
To hem ne mai I noght foryive；
Til that I se hem at debat
With love； and thanne myn astat 900
Thei mihten be here oghne deme；
And loke how wel it scholde hem qweme
To hindre a man that loveth sore。
And thus I hate hem everemore；
Til love on hem wol don his wreche：
For that schal I alway beseche
Unto the mihti Cupido；
That he so mochel wolde do；
So as he is of love a godd；
To smyte hem with the same rodd 910
With which I am of love smite；
So that thei mihten knowe and wite
How hindringe is a wofull peine
To him that love wolde atteigne。
Thus evere on hem I wayte and hope；
Til I mai sen hem lepe a lope；
And halten on the same Sor
Which I do now： for overmor
I wolde thanne do my myht
So forto stonden in here lyht； 920
That thei ne scholden finde a weie
To that thei wolde； bot aweie
I wolde hem putte out of the stede
Fro love； riht as thei me dede
With that thei speke of me be mowthe。
So wolde I do； if that I cowthe；
Of hem； and this； so god me save；
Is al the hate that I have；
Toward these janglers everydiel；
I wolde alle othre ferde wel。 930
Thus have I； fader； said mi wille；
Say ye now forth； for I am stille。
Mi Sone； of that thou hast me said
I holde me noght fulli paid：
That thou wolt haten eny man；
To that acorden I ne can；
Thogh he have hindred thee tofore。
Bot this I telle thee therfore；
Thou miht upon my beneicoun
Wel haten the condicioun 940
Of tho janglers； as thou me toldest；
Bot furthermor； of that thou woldest
Hem hindre in eny other wise；
Such Hate is evere to despise。
Forthi； mi Sone； I wol thee rede；
That thou drawe in be frendlihede
That thou ne miht noght do be hate；
So miht thou gete love algate
And sette thee； my Sone； in reste；
For thou schalt finde it for the beste。 950
And over this； so as I dar；
I rede that thou be riht war
Of othre mennes hate aboute；
Which every wysman scholde doute：
For Hate is evere upon await；
And as the fisshere on his bait
Sleth； whan he seth the fisshes faste；
So； whan he seth time ate laste；
That he mai worche an other wo；
Schal noman tornen him therfro； 960
That Hate nyle his felonie
Fulfille and feigne compaignie
Yit natheles； for fals Semblant
Is toward him of covenant
Withholde； so that under bothe
The prive wraththe can him clothe；
That he schal seme of gret believe。
Bot war thee wel that thou ne lieve
Al that thou sest tofore thin yhe；
So as the Gregois whilom syhe： 970
The bok of Troie who so rede；
Ther mai he finde ensample in dede。
Sone after the destruccioun；
Whan Troie was al bete doun
And slain was Priamus the king；
The Gregois； whiche of al this thing
Ben cause； tornen hom ayein。
Ther mai noman his happ withsein；
It hath be sen and felt fulofte；
The harde time after the softe： 980
Be See as thei forth homward wente；
A rage of gret tempeste hem hente；
Juno let bende hire parti bowe；
The Sky wax derk； the wynd gan blowe；
The firy welkne gan to thondre；
As thogh the world scholde al to sondre；
Fro hevene out of the watergates
The reyni Storm fell doun algates
And al here takel made unwelde；
That noman mihte himself bewelde。 990
Ther mai men hiere Schipmen crie；
That stode in aunter forto die：
He that behinde sat to stiere
Mai noght the forestempne hiere；
The Schip aros ayein the wawes；
The lodesman hath lost his lawes；
The See bet in on every side：
Thei nysten what fortune abide；
Bot sette hem al in goddes wille；
Wher he hem wolde save or spille。 1000
And it fell thilke time thus：
Ther was a king； the which Namplus
Was hote； and he a Sone hadde；
At Troie which the Gregois ladde；
As he that was mad Prince of alle；
Til that fortune let him falle：
His name was Palamades。
Bot thurgh an hate natheles
Of some of hem his deth was cast
And he be tresoun overcast。 1010
His fader； whan he herde it telle；
He swor； if evere his time felle；
He wolde him venge； if that he mihte；
And therto his avou behihte：
And thus this king thurgh prive hate
Abod upon await algate；
For he was noght of such emprise
To vengen him in open wise。
The fame； which goth wyde where；
Makth knowe how that the Gregois were 1020
Homward with al the felaschipe
Fro Troie upon the See be Schipe。
Namplus； whan he this understod；
And knew the tydes of the flod；
And sih the wynd blew to the lond；
A gret deceipte anon he fond
Of prive hate； as thou schalt hiere；
Wherof I telle al this matiere。
This king the weder gan beholde；
And wiste wel thei moten holde 1030
Here cours endlong his marche riht；
And made upon the derke nyht
Of grete Schydes and of blockes
Gret fyr ayein the grete rockes；
To schewe upon the helles hihe；
So that the Flete of Grece it sihe。
And so it fell riht as he thoghte：
This Flete； which an havene soghte；
The bryghte fyres sih a ferr；
And thei hem drowen nerr and nerr； 1040
And wende wel and understode
How al that fyr was made for goode；
To schewe wher men scholde aryve；
And thiderward thei hasten blyve。
In Semblant； as men sein； is guile；
And that was proved thilke while；
The Schip； which wende his helpe acroche；
Drof al to pieces on the roche；
And so ther deden ten or twelve；
Ther mihte noman helpe himselve； 1050
For ther thei wenden deth ascape；
Withouten help here deth was schape。
Thus thei that comen ferst tofore
Upon the Rockes be forlore；
Bot thurgh the noise and thurgh the cri
These othre were al war therby；
And whan the dai began to rowe；
Tho mihten thei the sothe knowe；
That wher they wenden frendes finde；
Thei founden frenschipe al behinde。 1060
The lond was thanne sone weyved；
Wher that thei hadden be deceived；
And toke hem to the hihe See；
Therto thei seiden alle yee；
Fro that dai forth and war thei were
Of that thei hadde assaied there。
Mi Sone； hierof thou miht avise
How fraude stant in many wise
Amonges hem that guile thenke；
Ther is no Scrivein with his enke 1070
Which half the fraude wryte can
That stant in such a maner man：
Forthi the wise men ne demen
The thinges after that thei semen；
Bot after that thei knowe and finde。
The Mirour scheweth in his kinde
As he hadde al the world withinne；
And is in soth nothing therinne；
And so farth Hate for a throwe：
Til he a man hath overthrowe； 1080
Schal noman knowe be his chere
Which is avant； ne which arere。
Forthi； mi Sone； thenke on this。