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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [1609]

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ate laste;

And ferst hire yhen up sche caste,

And whan sche more of strengthe cawhte,

Hire Armes bothe forth sche strawhte,

Hield up hire hond and pitously

Sche spak and seide, "Ha, wher am I?

Where is my lord, what world is this?"

As sche that wot noght hou it is.

Bot Cerymon the worthi leche

Ansuerde anon upon hire speche 1210

And seith, "Ma dame, yee ben hiere,

Where yee be sauf, as yee schal hiere

Hierafterward; forthi as nou

Mi conseil is, conforteth you:

For trusteth wel withoute faile,

Ther is nothing which schal you faile,

That oghte of reson to be do."

Thus passen thei a day or tuo;

Thei speke of noght as for an ende,

Til sche began somdiel amende, 1220

And wiste hireselven what sche mente.

Tho forto knowe hire hol entente,

This Maister axeth al the cas,

Hou sche cam there and what sche was.

"Hou I cam hiere wot I noght,"

Quod sche, "bot wel I am bethoght

Of othre thinges al aboute":

Fro point to point and tolde him oute

Als ferforthli as sche it wiste.

And he hire tolde hou in a kiste 1230

The See hire threw upon the lond,

And what tresor with hire he fond,

Which was al redy at hire wille,

As he that schop him to fulfille

With al his myht what thing he scholde.

Sche thonketh him that he so wolde,

And al hire herte sche discloseth,

And seith him wel that sche supposeth

Hire lord be dreint, hir child also;

So sih sche noght bot alle wo. 1240

Wherof as to the world nomore

Ne wol sche torne, and preith therfore

That in som temple of the Cite,

To kepe and holde hir chastete,

Sche mihte among the wommen duelle.

Whan he this tale hir herde telle,

He was riht glad, and made hire knowen

That he a dowhter of his owen

Hath, which he wol unto hir yive

To serve, whil thei bothe live, 1250

In stede of that which sche hath lost;

Al only at his oghne cost

Sche schal be rendred forth with hire.

She seith, "Grant mercy, lieve sire,

God quite it you, ther I ne may."

And thus thei drive forth the day,

Til time com that sche was hol;

And tho thei take her conseil hol,

To schape upon good ordinance

And make a worthi pourveance 1260

Ayein the day whan thei be veiled.

And thus, whan that thei be conseiled,

In blake clothes thei hem clothe,

This lady and the dowhter bothe,

And yolde hem to religion.

The feste and the profession

After the reule of that degre

Was mad with gret solempnete,

Where as Diane is seintefied;

Thus stant this lady justefied 1270

In ordre wher sche thenkth to duelle.

Bot now ayeinward forto telle

In what plit that hire lord stod inne:

He seileth, til that he may winne

The havene of Tharse, as I seide er;

And whanne he was aryved ther,

And it was thurgh the Cite knowe,

Men myhte se withinne a throwe,

As who seith, al the toun at ones,

That come ayein him for the nones, 1280

To yiven him the reverence,

So glad thei were of his presence:

And thogh he were in his corage

Desesed, yit with glad visage

He made hem chiere, and to his In,

Wher he whilom sojourned in,

He goth him straght and was resceived.

And whan the presse of poeple is weived,

He takth his hoste unto him tho,

And seith, "Mi frend Strangulio, 1290

Lo, thus and thus it is befalle,

And thou thiself art on of alle,

Forth with thi wif, whiche I most triste.

Forthi, if it you bothe liste,

My doghter Thaise be youre leve

I thenke schal with you beleve

As for a time; and thus I preie,

That sche be kept be alle weie,

And whan sche hath of age more,

That sche be set to bokes lore. 1300

And this avou to god I make,

That I schal nevere for hir sake

Mi berd for no likinge schave,

Til it befalle that I have

In covenable time of age

Beset hire unto mariage."

Thus thei acorde, and al is wel,

And forto resten him somdel,

As for a while he ther sojorneth,

And thanne he takth his leve and torneth 1310

To Schipe, and goth him hom to Tyr,

Wher every man with gret desir

Awaiteth upon his comynge.

Bot whan the Schip com in seilinge,

And thei perceiven it is he,

Was nevere yit in no cite

Such joie mad as thei tho made;

His herte also began to glade

Of that he sih

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