It cordeth nought; so nere it but a jape.’
But, as a dreedful lover, he seyde this:—
‘Allas, my dere brother Pandarus, 1046
I am ashamed for to wryte, y-wis,
Lest of myn innocence I seyde a-mis,
Or that she nolde it for despyt receyve;
Thanne were I deed, ther mighte it nothing weyve.’ 1050
Do that I seye, and lat me therwith goon;
For by that lord that formed est and west,
I hope of it to bringe answere anoon
Right of hir hond, and if that thou nilt noon, 1055
Lat be; and sory mote he been his lyve,
Ayeins thy lust that helpeth thee to thryve.’
Sin that thee list, I will aryse and wryte;
And blisful god preye ich, with good entente, 1060
The vyage, and the lettre I shal endyte,
So spede it; and thou, Minerva, the whyte,
Yif thou me wit my lettre to devyse:’
And sette him doun, and wroot right in this wyse.—
His hertes lyf, his lust, his sorwes leche,
His blisse, and eek this othere termes alle,
That in swich cas these loveres alle seche;
And in ful humble wyse, as in his speche,
He gan him recomaunde un-to hir grace;
To telle al how, it axeth muchel space. 1071
To be nought wrooth, though he, of his folye,
So hardy was to hir to wryte, and seyde,
That love it made, or elles moste he dye,
And pitously gan mercy for to crye; 1076
And after that he seyde, and ley ful loude,
Him-self was litel worth, and lesse he coude;
That litel was, and eek he dredde hir so,
And his unworthinesse he ay acused; 1081
And after that, than gan he telle his wo;
But that was endeles, with- outen ho
And seyde, he wolde in trouthe alwey him holde;—
And radde it over, and gan the lettre folde. 1085
The ruby in his signet, and it sette
Upon the wex deliverliche and rathe;
Ther-with a thousand tymes, er he lette,
He kiste tho the lettre that he shette, 1090
And seyde, ‘lettre, a blisful destenee
Thee shapen is, my lady shal thee see.’
A-morwe, and to his neces paleys sterte,
And faste he swoor, that it was passed pryme, 1095
And gan to jape, and seyde, ‘y-wis, myn herte,
So fresh it is, al-though it sore smerte,
I may not slepe never a Mayes morwe;
I have a joly wo, a lusty sorwe.’
With dreedful herte, and desirous to here
The cause of his cominge, thus answerde,
‘Now by your feyth, myn uncle,’ quod she, ‘dere,
What maner windes gydeth yow now here? 1104
Tel us your joly wo and your penaunce,
How ferforth be ye put in loves daunce.’
And she to-laugh, it thoughte hir herte breste.
Quod Pandarus, ‘loke alwey that ye finde
Game in myn hood, but herkneth, if yow leste; 1110
Ther is right now come in-to toune a geste,
A Greek espye, and telleth newe thinges,
For which come I to telle yow tydinges.
Al prevely, of this a long sermoun.’ 1115
With that they wenten arm in arm y-fere
In-to the gardin from the chaumbre doun.
And whan that he so fer was that the soun
Of that he speke, no man here mighte,
He seyde hir thus, and out the lettre plighte, 1120
Him recomaundeth lowly to your grace,
And sent to you this lettre here by me;
Avyseth you on it, whan ye han space,
And of som goodly answere yow purchace;
Or, helpe me god, so pleynly for to seyne,
He may not longe liven for his peyne.’
And took it nought, but al hir humble chere
Gan for to chaunge, and seyde, ‘scrit ne bille, 1130
For love of god, that toucheth swich matere,
Ne bring me noon; and also, uncle dere,
To myn estat have more reward, I preye,
Than to his lust; what sholde I more seye?
And letteth nought, for favour ne for slouthe,
To seyn
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