Fulfille and feigne compaignie
Yit natheles； for fals Semblant
Is toward him of covenant
Withholde； so that under bothe
The prive wraththe can him clothe；
That he schal seme of gret believe。
Bot war thee wel that thou ne lieve
Al that thou sest tofore thin yhe；
So as the Gregois whilom syhe： 970
The bok of Troie who so rede；
Ther mai he finde ensample in dede。
Sone after the destruccioun；
Whan Troie was al bete doun
And slain was Priamus the king；
The Gregois； whiche of al this thing
Ben cause； tornen hom ayein。
Ther mai noman his happ withsein；
It hath be sen and felt fulofte；
The harde time after the softe： 980
Be See as thei forth homward wente；
A rage of gret tempeste hem hente；
Juno let bende hire parti bowe；
The Sky wax derk； the wynd gan blowe；
The firy welkne gan to thondre；
As thogh the world scholde al to sondre；
Fro hevene out of the watergates
The reyni Storm fell doun algates
And al here takel made unwelde；
That noman mihte himself bewelde。 990
Ther mai men hiere Schipmen crie；
That stode in aunter forto die：
He that behinde sat to stiere
Mai noght the forestempne hiere；
The Schip aros ayein the wawes；
The lodesman hath lost his lawes；
The See bet in on every side：
Thei nysten what fortune abide；
Bot sette hem al in goddes wille；
Wher he hem wolde save or spille。 1000
And it fell thilke time thus：
Ther was a king； the which Namplus
Was hote； and he a Sone hadde；
At Troie which the Gregois ladde；
As he that was mad Prince of alle；
Til that fortune let him falle：
His name was Palamades。
Bot thurgh an hate natheles
Of some of hem his deth was cast
And he be tresoun overcast。 1010
His fader； whan he herde it telle；
He swor； if evere his time felle；
He wolde him venge； if that he mihte；
And therto his avou behihte：
And thus this king thurgh prive hate
Abod upon await algate；
For he was noght of such emprise
To vengen him in open wise。
The fame； which goth wyde where；
Makth knowe how that the Gregois were 1020
Homward with al the felaschipe
Fro Troie upon the See be Schipe。
Namplus； whan he this understod；
And knew the tydes of the flod；
And sih the wynd blew to the lond；
A gret deceipte anon he fond
Of prive hate； as thou schalt hiere；
Wherof I telle al this matiere。
This king the weder gan beholde；
And wiste wel thei moten holde 1030
Here cours endlong his marche riht；
And made upon the derke nyht
Of grete Schydes and of blockes
Gret fyr ayein the grete rockes；
To schewe upon the helles hihe；
So that the Flete of Grece it sihe。
And so it fell riht as he thoghte：
This Flete； which an havene soghte；
The bryghte fyres sih a ferr；
And thei hem drowen nerr and nerr； 1040
And wende wel and understode
How al that fyr was made for goode；
To schewe wher men scholde aryve；
And thiderward thei hasten blyve。
In Semblant； as men sein； is guile；
And that was proved thilke while；
The Schip； which wende his helpe acroche；
Drof al to pieces on the roche；
And so ther deden ten or twelve；
Ther mihte noman helpe himselve； 1050
For ther thei wenden deth ascape；
Withouten help here deth was schape。
Thus thei that comen ferst tofore
Upon the Rockes be forlore；
Bot thurgh the noise and thurgh the cri
These othre were al war therby；
And whan the dai began to rowe；
Tho mihten thei the sothe knowe；
That wher they wenden frendes finde；
Thei founden frenschipe al behinde。 1060
The lond was thanne sone weyved；
Wher that thei hadden be deceived；
And toke hem to the hihe See；
Therto thei seiden alle yee；
Fro that dai forth and war thei were
Of that thei hadde assaied there。
Mi Sone； hierof thou miht avise
How fraude stant in many wise
Amonges hem that guile thenke；
Ther is no Scrivein with his enke 1070
Which half the fraude wryte can
That stant in such a maner man：
Forthi the wise men ne demen
The thinges after that thei semen；
Bot after that thei knowe and finde。
The Mirour scheweth in his kinde
As he hadde al the world withinne；
And is in soth nothing therinne；
And so farth Hate for a throwe：
Til he a man hath overthrowe； 1080
Schal noman knowe be his chere
Which is avant； ne which arere。
Forthi； mi Sone； thenke on this。
Mi fader； so I wole ywiss；
And if ther more of Wraththe be；
Now axeth forth per charite；
As ye be youre bokes knowe；
And I the sothe schal beknowe。
Mi Sone； thou schalt understonde
That yit towardes Wraththe stonde 1090
Of dedly vices othre tuo：
And forto telle here names so；
It is Contek and Homicide；
That ben to drede on every side。
Contek； so as the bokes sein；
Folhast hath to his Chamberlein；
Be whos conseil al unavised
Is Pacience most despised；
Til Homicide with hem meete。
Fro merci thei ben al unmeete； 1100
And thus ben thei the worste of alle
Of hem whiche unto wraththe falle；
In dede bothe and ek in thoght：
For thei acompte here wraththe at noght；
Bot if ther be schedinge of blod；
And thus lich to a beste wod
Thei knowe noght the god of lif。
Be so thei have or swerd or knif
Here dedly wraththe forto wreke；
Of Pite list hem noght to speke； 1110
Non other reson thei ne fonge；
Bot that thei ben of mihtes stronge。
Bot war hem wel in other place；
Where every man behoveth grace；
Bot ther I trowe it schal hem faile；
To whom no merci mihte availe；
Bot wroghten upon tiraundie；
That no pite ne mihte hem plie。
Now tell； my Sone。 Fader； what？
If thou hast be coupable of that。 1120
Mi fader； nay； Crist me forbiede：
I speke onliche as of the dede；
Of which I nevere was coupable
Withoute cause resonable。
Bot this is noght to mi matiere
Of schrifte； why we sitten hiere；
For we ben sett to schryve of love；
As we begunne ferst above：
And natheles I am beknowe
That as touchende of loves throwe； 1130
Whan I my wittes overwende；
Min hertes contek hath non ende；
Bot evere it stant upon debat
To gret desese of myn astat
As for the time that it lasteth。
For whan mi fortune overcasteth
Hire whiel and is to me so strange；
And that I se sche wol noght change；
Than caste I al the world aboute；
And thenke hou I at home and oute 1140
Have al my time in vein despended；
And se noght how to ben amended；
Bot rathere forto be empeired；
As he that is welnyh despeired：
For I ne mai no thonk deserve；
And evere I love and evere I serve；
And evere I am aliche nerr。
Thus； for I stonde in such a wer；
I am； as who seith； out of herre；
And thus upon miself the werre 1150
I bringe； and putte out alle pes；
That I fulofte in such a res
Am wery of myn oghne lif。
So that of Contek and of strif
I am beknowe and have ansuerd；
As ye； my fader； now have herd。
Min herte is wonderly begon
With conseil； wherof witt is on；
Which hath resoun in compaignie；
Ayein the whiche stant partie 1160
Will； which hath hope of his acord；
And thus thei bringen up descord。
Witt and resoun conseilen ofte
That I myn herte scholde softe；
And that I scholde will remue
And put him out of retenue；
Or elles holde him under fote：
For as thei sein； if that he mote
His oghne rewle have upon honde；
Ther schal no witt ben understonde。 1170
Of hope also thei tellen this；
That overal； wher that he is；
He set the herte in jeupartie
With wihssinge and with fantasie；
And is noght trewe of that he seith；
So that in him ther is no feith：
Thus with reson and wit avised
Is will and hope aldai despised。
Reson seith that I scholde leve
To love； wher ther is no leve 1180
To spede； and will seith therayein
That such an herte is to vilein；
Which dar noght love and til he spede；
Let hope serve at such a nede：
He seith ek； where an herte sit
Al hol governed upon wit；
He hath this lyves lust forlore。
And thus myn herte is al totore
Of such a Contek as thei make：
Bot yit I mai noght will forsake； 1190
That he nys Maister of my thoght；
Or that I spede； or spede noght。
Thou dost； my Sone； ayein the riht；
Bot love is of so gret a miht；
His lawe mai noman refuse；
So miht thou thee the betre excuse。
And natheles thou schalt be lerned
That will scholde evere be governed
Of reson more than of kinde；
Wherof a tale write I finde。 1200
A Philosophre of which men tolde
Ther was whilom be daies olde；
And Diogenes thanne he hihte。
So old he was that he ne mihte
The world travaile； and for the beste
He schop him forto take his reste；
And duelte at hom in such a wise；
That nyh his hous he let devise
Endlong upon an Axeltre
To sette a tonne in such degre； 1210
That he it mihte torne aboute；
Wherof on hed was taken oute；
For he therinne sitte scholde
And torne himself so as he wolde；
To take their and se the hevene
And deme of the planetes sevene；
As he which cowthe mochel what。
And thus fulofte there he sat
To muse in his philosophie
Solein withoute compaignie： 1220
So that upon a morwetyde；
As thing which scholde so betyde；
Whan he was set ther as him liste
To loke upon the Sonne ariste；
Wherof the propretes he sih；
It fell ther cam ridende nyh
King Alisandre with a route；
And as he caste his yhe aboute；
He sih this Tonne； and what it mente
He wolde wite； and thider sente 1230
A knyht； be whom he mihte it knowe；
And he himself that ilke throwe
Abod； and hoveth there stille。
This kniht after the kinges wille
With spore made his hors to gon
And to the tonne he cam anon；
Wher that he fond a man of Age；
And he him tolde the message；
Such as the king him hadde bede；
And axeth why in thilke stede 1240
The Tonne stod； and what it was。
And he； which understod the cas；
Sat stille and spak no word ayein。
The kniht bad speke and seith； 〃Vilein；
Thou schalt me telle； er that I go；
It is thi king which axeth so。〃
〃Mi king；〃 quod he； 〃that were unriht。〃
〃What is he thanne？〃 seith the kniht；
〃Is he thi man？〃 〃That seie I noght；〃
Quod he； 〃bot this I am bethoght； 1250
Mi mannes man hou that he is。〃
〃Thou lyest； false cherl； ywiss；〃
The kniht him seith； and was riht wroth；
And to the king ayein he goth
And tolde him how this man ansuerde。
The king； whan he this tale herde；
Bad that thei scholden alle abyde；
For he himself wol thider ryde。
And whan he cam tofore the tonne；
He hath his tale thus begonne： 1260
〃Alheil；〃 he seith； 〃what man art thou？〃
Quod he； 〃Such on as thou sest now。〃
The king； which hadde wordes wise；
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