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And after noon home with the fenatour Goth Alla, for to see this wonder chance. 5465 This fenateur doth Alla grec honour, And hafály ke sent after Caftance;' But trusteth wel hire lafte not to dance: Whan that she wiste wherfore was that fonde Unnethe upou hire feet she mighte ftonde. 5470
Whan Alla saw his wif faire he hire grette, And wept that it was touthe for to fee; For at the firste look he on hire fette He knew wel veraily that it was she; And she for forwe as domb ftant as a tree: 5475 So was hire herte fretre in hire diftreffe Whan she remembered his unkindeneffe.
Twies the swouneth in his owen fight; He wepeth and him excuseth pitously: Now God, quod he, and all his halwes bright, 5489 So wisy on my foule as have mercy, That of your harme as gilteles am I As is Maurice my sone, so like your face, Elles the fend me fetche out of this place.
Long was the fobbing and the hitter peine 5483
labour to relefe,
5490 I am so wery for to speke of forwe.
But finally, whan that the loth is wilt,
Tho praied the hire hulbond mekely,'
That of his mageftee bewold encline,
This empereur hath granted gentilly To come tö dimmer as he hiin bcfoughte; And wel réde the lobed befily
5515 Upon this child, and on his daughter thought.
V 5506. Som men tvolllayn) See Gower, Confm.int. B. ii. fol. 35, b. 11, and the Difroux, C. $ 15,---in another circumttance which has bez ctroduced with the same words, ver. 5429, our Author agrees with Gower, Weid, foto 3594. I.
Alla goth to his inne, and as him ought
The morwe came, and Alla gan him dresse, 5520
I am your doughter, your Cuftance, quod fhe, That whilom ye han sent into Surrie; It am I, fader, that in the falte fee Was put alone, and dampned for to die: 5530 Now, goode fader, I you mercy crie ; Send me no more into non Hethenesse, But thanketh my lord here of his kindeneffe.
Who can the pitous joye tellen all
This child Maurice was fithen Emperour
7. 5527. your Cuftance) I have added your for the sake of
But I let all his storie passen by;
5545 In the olde Romane gestes men may find Maurices lif, I bere it not in mind.
This King Alla, whan he his time sey, With his Caftance, his holy wif so swete, To Englond ben they come the righte wey, 5550 Ther as they live in joye and in quiete: But litel while it laiteth I
you Joye of this world for time wol not abide, Fro day to night it changeth as the tide.
Who lived ever in swiche delite o day 5555 That him ne meved eyther conscience, Or ire, or talent, or som kin affray, Envie, or pride, or pallion, or offence? I ne say but for this end this sentence, That litel while in joge or in plesance
fot. 5560 Lasteth the bliffe of Alla with Cuslance."
For Deth, that taketh of hie and low his rente,
V.5552. But litel while] In Marg. C. 1, " A mane usque ad “ vesperem mutabitur tempus, tenent tympanum et gaudent “ ad fonum organi," C.
W.5555. Who lived ever) ibid. “Quis unquam unicam diem “ totam in sua dile&tione duxit jocundam? quem in aliqua
parte diei reatus conscientiæ, viz. impetus iræ, vel motus “concupiscentiæ non turbavit; quem livor, vel ardor avari" tice, vel tumor fuperbiæ non vexavit, quem aliqua jadura, "vel offensa, vel paflio non commoverit," $56.
For whom Cuitance hath ful gret heveneffe ; ' 5365
To Rome is come this holy cțeacure,
In vertue and in holy ahmeffe dede,
5580 Joye after wo, governe us in his grace, And kepe us alle that ben in this place.