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And that the mone hath lordship over the nightes,

Al this doth Love; ay heried be his mightes!

`That, that the see, that gredy is to flowen,

Constreyneth to a certeyn ende so

His flodes, that so fersly they ne growen 1760

To drenchen erthe and al for ever-mo;

And if that Love ought lete his brydel go,

Al that now loveth a-sonder sholde lepe,

And lost were al, that Love halt now to-hepe.

`So wolde god, that auctor is of kinde, 1765

That, with his bond, Love of his vertu liste

To cerclen hertes alle, and faste binde,

That from his bond no wight the wey out wiste.

And hertes colde, hem wolde I that he twiste

To make hem love, and that hem leste ay rewe 1770

On hertes sore, and kepe hem that ben trewe.'

In alle nedes, for the tounes werre,

He was, and ay the firste in armes dight;

And certeynly, but-if that bokes erre,

Save Ector, most y-drad of any wight; 1775

And this encrees of hardinesse and might

Cam him of love, his ladies thank to winne,

That altered his spirit so with-inne.

In tyme of trewe, on haukinge wolde he ryde,

Or elles hunten boor, bere, or lyoun; 1780

The smale bestes leet he gon bi-syde.

And whan that he com rydinge in-to toun,

Ful ofte his lady, from hir window doun,

As fresh as faucon comen out of muwe,

Ful redy was, him goodly to saluwe. 1785

And most of love and vertu was his speche,

And in despyt hadde alle wrecchednesse;

And doutelees, no nede was him biseche

To honouren hem that hadde worthinesse,

And esen hem that weren in distresse. 1790

And glad was he if any wight wel ferde,

That lover was, whan he it wiste or herde.

For sooth to seyn, he lost held every wight

But-if he were in loves heigh servyse,

I mene folk that oughte it been of right. 1795

And over al this, so wel coude he devyse

Of sentement, and in so unkouth wyse

Al his array, that every lover thoughte,

That al was wel, what-so he seyde or wroughte.

And though that he be come of blood royal, 1800

Him liste of pryde at no wight for to chase;

Benigne he was to ech in general,

For which he gat him thank in every place.

Thus wolde love, y-heried be his grace,

That Pryde, Envye, Ire, and Avaryce 1805

He gan to flee, and every other vyce.

Thou lady bright, the doughter to Dione,

Thy blinde and winged sone eek, daun Cupyde;

Ye sustren nyne eek, that by Elicone

In hil Parnaso listen for to abyde, 1810

That ye thus fer han deyned me to gyde,

I can no more, but sin that ye wol wende,

Ye heried been for ay, with-outen ende!

Thourgh yow have I seyd fully in my song

Theffect and Ioye of Troilus servyse, 1815

Al be that ther was som disese among,

As to myn auctor listeth to devyse.

My thridde book now ende ich in this wyse;

And Troilus in luste and in quiete

Is with Criseyde, his owne herte swete. 1820

Explicit Liber Tercius.

BOOK IV. Incipit Prohemium Liber Quartus.

But al to litel, weylaway the whyle,

Lasteth swich Ioye, y-thonked be Fortune!

That semeth trewest, whan she wol bygyle,

And can to foles so hir song entune,

That she hem hent and blent, traytour comune; 5

And whan a wight is from hir wheel y-throwe,

Than laugheth she, and maketh him the mowe.

From Troilus she gan hir brighte face

Awey to wrythe, and took of him non hede,

But caste him clene out of his lady grace, 10

And on hir wheel she sette up Diomede;

For which right now myn herte ginneth blede,

And now my penne, allas! With which I wryte,

Quaketh for drede of that I moot endyte.

For how Criseyde Troilus forsook, 15

Or at the leste, how that she was unkinde,

Mot hennes-forth ben matere of my book,

As wryten folk through which it is in minde.

Allas! That they sholde ever cause finde

To speke hir harm; and if they on hir lye, 20

Y-wis, hem-self sholde han the vilanye.

O ye Herines, Nightes doughtren three,

That endelees compleynen ever in pyne,

Megera, Alete, and eek Thesiphone;

Thou cruel Mars eek, fader to Quiryne, 25

This ilke ferthe book me helpeth fyne,

So that the los of lyf and love y-fere

Of Troilus be fully shewed