Yprayid Jupiter on hie To fave and kepin that navie 215 220 When that he knewe her, of his paine, And, fhortly of this thyng to pace, Of Dido, Quene of that countre, B 249 1 Became his love, and let hym do What should I fpekin it more quainte, 245 To fpeke of love it woll not be, I can not of that faculte, And eke to tellen of the manere How that thei first acquaintid were 250 It were a long proceffe to tell, And eft gravin was how that she Made of hym, fhortly at a worde, Her life, her love, her luft, her lorde, 255 And laied on hym all the dispence 265 That any woman might ydo, Wenyng that it had all be fo As he her fwore, and hereby demed That he was gode, for he foche femed: 265 When it is fulfe in exiftence! For he to her a traitour was, Wherefore the flowe her felf, alas! Lo, how a woman doeth amis To love him that unknowin is! 270 For by Chrift lo thus it farith, Therefore let no wight be so nice Till he have caught that what hym list, 275 280 That He that fullie knoweth the berbe 290 Withoutin drede this is no lie. But let us fpeke of Æneas How he betrayid her, alas! And left her full unkindèlie. So when she fawe all uttirlie That he would her of trouthè faile, And wendin from her into' Itaile, 295 And yet there fhall the thirde ybe, O Æneas! what woll ye do? O that your love, neithir your bonde, Which that ye fwore with your right honde, Ne yet my my cruill deth, (quod fhe) 310 315 320 325 Knowin full well that nevir yet, Agilte you in thought ne in dede. O! have ye men foche godelihede In fpeche, and ner a dele of trouthe? Alas, alas! that er had routhe 360 How fore so that ye men can grone; Full certainlie we ben deceved, For thorough you my name is lorne, O wickid Fame! for there n'is 340 345 350 |