The Legend of Dido

By Geoffrey Chaucer

LGW 3 924 Glorye and honour, Virgil Mantoan,
LGW 3 925 Be to thy name! and I shal, as I can,
LGW 3 926 Folwe thy lanterne, as thow gost byforn,
LGW 3 927 How Eneas to Dido was forsworn.
LGW 3 928 In thyn Eneyde and Naso wol I take
LGW 3 929 The tenor, and the grete effectes make.
LGW 3 930 Whan Troye brought was to destruccioun
LGW 3 931 By Grekes sleyghte, and namely by Synoun,
LGW 3 932 Feynynge the hors offered unto Mynerve,
LGW 3 933 Thourgh which that many a Troyan moste sterve;
LGW 3 934 And Ector hadde, after his deth, apeered;
LGW 3 935 And fyr so wod it myghte nat been steered
LGW 3 936 In al the noble tour of Ylioun,
LGW 3 937 That of the cite was the chef dongeoun;
LGW 3 938 And al the contre was so lowe ybrought,
LGW 3 939 And Priamus the kyng fordon and nought;
LGW 3 940 And Enyas was charged by Venus
LGW 3 941 To fleen awey, he tok Ascanius,
LGW 3 942 That was his sone, in his ryght hand and fledde;
LGW 3 943 And on his bak he bar and with hym ledde
LGW 3 944 His olde fader cleped Anchises,
LGW 3 945 And by the weye his wif Creusa he les.
LGW 3 946 And moche sorwe hadde he in his mynde,
LGW 3 947 Or that he coude his felaweshipe fynde.
LGW 3 948 But at the laste, whan he hadde hem founde,
LGW 3 949 He made hym redy in a certeyn stounde,
LGW 3 950 And to the se ful faste he gan him hye,
LGW 3 951 And sayleth forth with al his companye
LGW 3 952 Toward Ytayle, as wolde his destinee.
LGW 3 953 But of his aventures in the se
LGW 3 954 Nis nat to purpos for to speke of here,
LGW 3 955 For it acordeth nat to my matere.
LGW 3 956 But, as I seyde, of hym and of Dido
LGW 3 957 Shal be my tale, til that I have do.
LGW 3 958 So longe he saylede in the salte se
LGW 3 959 Tyl in Libie unnethe aryvede he
LGW 3 960 With shipes sevene and with no more navye;
LGW 3 961 And glad was he to londe for to hye,
LGW 3 962 So was he with the tempest al toshake.
LGW 3 963 And whan that he the haven hadde ytake,
LGW 3 964 He hadde a knyght, was called Achates,
LGW 3 965 And hym of al his felawshipe he ches
LGW 3 966 To gon with hym, the cuntre for t’ espie.
LGW 3 967 He tok with hym no more companye,
LGW 3 968 But forth they gon, and lafte his shipes ryde,
LGW 3 969 His fere and he, withouten any gyde.
LGW 3 970 So longe he walketh in this wildernesse,
LGW 3 971 Til at the laste he mette an hunteresse.
LGW 3 972 A bowe in hande and arwes hadde she;
LGW 3 973 Hire clothes cutted were unto the kne.
LGW 3 974 But she was yit the fayreste creature
LGW 3 975 That evere was yformed by Nature;
LGW 3 976 And Eneas and Achates she grette,
LGW 3 977 And thus she to hem spak whan she hem mette:
LGW 3 978 “Saw ye,” quod she, “as ye han walked wyde,
LGW 3 979 Any of my sustren walke yow besyde
LGW 3 980 With any wilde bor or other best,
LGW 3 981 That they han hunted to, in this forest,
LGW 3 982 Ytukked up, with arwes in hire cas?”
LGW 3 983 “Nay, sothly, lady,” quod this Eneas;
LGW 3 984 “But by thy beaute, as it thynketh me,
LGW 3 985 Thow myghtest nevere erthly woman be,
LGW 3 986 But Phebus syster art thow, as I gesse.
LGW 3 987 And if so be that thow be a goddesse,
LGW 3 988 Have mercy on oure labour and oure wo.”
LGW 3 989 “I n’ am no goddesse, sothly,” quod she tho;
LGW 3 990 “For maydens walken in this contre here,
LGW 3 991 With arwes and with bowe, in this manere.
LGW 3 992 This is the reyne of Libie there ye ben,
LGW 3 993 Of which that Dido lady is and queen” —
LGW 3 994 And shortly tolde hym al the occasyoun
LGW 3 995 Why Dido cam into that regioun,
LGW 3 996 Of which as now me lesteth nat to ryme;
LGW 3 997 It nedeth nat, it were but los of tyme.
LGW 3 998 For this is al and som, it was Venus,
LGW 3 999 His owene moder, that spak with him thus,
LGW 3 1000 And to Cartage she bad he sholde hym dighte,
LGW 3 1001 And vanyshed anon out of his syghte.
LGW 3 1002 I coude folwe, word for word, Virgile,
LGW 3 1003 But it wolde lasten al to longe while.
LGW 3 1004 This noble queen that cleped was Dido,
LGW 3 1005 That whilom was the wif of Sytheo,
LGW 3 1006 That fayrer was than is the bryghte sonne,
LGW 3 1007 This noble toun of Cartage hath bigonne;
LGW 3 1008 In which she regneth in so gret honour
LGW 3 1009 That she was holden of alle queenes flour
LGW 3 1010 Of gentillesse, of fredom, of beaute,
LGW 3 1011 That wel was hym that myghte hire ones se;
LGW 3 1012 Of kynges and of lordes so desyred
LGW 3 1013 That al the world hire beaute hadde yfyred,
LGW 3 1014 She stod so wel in every wightes grace.
LGW 3 1015 Whan Eneas was come unto that place,
LGW 3 1016 Unto the mayster temple of al the toun
LGW 3 1017 Ther Dido was in hire devocyoun,
LGW 3 1018 Ful pryvyly his weye than hath he nome.
LGW 3 1019 Whan he was in the large temple come,
LGW 3 1020 I can nat seyn if that it be possible,
LGW 3 1021 But Venus hadde hym maked invysible —
LGW 3 1022 Thus seyth the bok, withouten any les.
LGW 3 1023 And whan this Eneas and Achates
LGW 3 1024 Hadden in this temple ben overal,
LGW 3 1025 Thanne founde they, depeynted on a wal,
LGW 3 1026 How Troye and al the lond destroyed was.
LGW 3 1027 “Allas, that I was born!” quod Eneas;
LGW 3 1028 “Thourghout the world oure shame is kid so wyde,
LGW 3 1029 Now it is peynted upon every syde.
LGW 3 1030 We, that weren in prosperite,
LGW 3 1031 Been now desclandred, and in swich degre,
LGW 3 1032 No lenger for to lyven I ne kepe.”
LGW 3 1033 And with that word he brast out for to wepe
LGW 3 1034 So tenderly that routhe it was to sene.
LGW 3 1035 This fresshe lady, of the cite queene,
LGW 3 1036 Stod in the temple in hire estat real,
LGW 3 1037 So rychely and ek so fayr withal,
LGW 3 1038 So yong, so lusty, with hire eyen glade,
LGW 3 1039 That, if that God, that hevene and erthe made,
LGW 3 1040 Wolde han a love, for beaute and goodnesse,
LGW 3 1041 And womanhod, and trouthe, and semelynesse,
LGW 3 1042 Whom shulde he loven but this lady swete?
LGW 3 1043 Ther nys no woman to hym half so mete.
LGW 3 1044 Fortune, that hath the world in governaunce,
LGW 3 1045 Hath sodeynly brought in so newe a chaunce
LGW 3 1046 That nevere was ther yit so fremde a cas.
LGW 3 1047 For al the companye of Eneas,
LGW 3 1048 Which that he wende han loren in the se,
LGW 3 1049 Aryved is nat fer from that cite;
LGW 3 1050 For which the gretteste of his lordes some
LGW 3 1051 By aventure ben to the cite come,
LGW 3 1052 Unto that same temple, for to seke
LGW 3 1053 The queene, and of hire socour to beseke,
LGW 3 1054 Swich renoun was there sprongen of hire goodnesse.
LGW 3 1055 And whan they hadden told al here distresse,
LGW 3 1056 And al here tempest and here harde cas,
LGW 3 1057 Unto the queen apeered Eneas,
LGW 3 1058 And openly biknew that it was he.
LGW 3 1059 Who hadde joye thanne but his meyne,
LGW 3 1060 That hadde founde here lord, here governour?
LGW 3 1061 The queen saugh that they dide hym swych honour,
LGW 3 1062 And hadde herd ofte of Eneas er tho,
LGW 3 1063 And in hire herte she hadde routhe and wo
LGW 3 1064 That evere swich a noble man as he
LGW 3 1065 Shal ben disherited in swich degre;
LGW 3 1066 And saw the man, that he was lyk a knyght,
LGW 3 1067 And suffisaunt of persone and of myght,
LGW 3 1068 And lyk to been a verray gentil man;
LGW 3 1069 And wel his wordes he besette can,
LGW 3 1070 And hadde a noble visage for the nones,
LGW 3 1071 And formed wel of braunes and of bones.
LGW 3 1072 For after Venus hadde he swich fayrnesse
LGW 3 1073 That no man myghte be half so fayr, I gesse;
LGW 3 1074 And wel a lord he semede for to be.
LGW 3 1075 And, for he was a straunger, somwhat she
LGW 3 1076 Likede hym the bet, as, God do bote,
LGW 3 1077 To som folk ofte newe thyng is sote.
LGW 3 1078 Anon hire herte hath pite of his wo,
LGW 3 1079 And with that pite love com in also;
LGW 3 1080 And thus, for pite and for gentillesse,
LGW 3 1081 Refreshed moste he been of his distresse.
LGW 3 1082 She seyde, certes, that she sory was
LGW 3 1083 That he hath had swych peryl and swich cas;
LGW 3 1084 And, in hire frendly speche, in this manere
LGW 3 1085 She to hym spak, and seyde as ye may here:
LGW 3 1086 “Be ye nat Venus sone and Anchises?
LGW 3 1087 In good feyth, al the worshipe and encres
LGW 3 1088 That I may goodly don yow, ye shal have.
LGW 3 1089 Youre shipes and youre meyne shal I save.”
LGW 3 1090 And many a gentil word she spak hym to,
LGW 3 1091 And comaunded hire messageres to go
LGW 3 1092 The same day, withouten any fayle,
LGW 3 1093 His shippes for to seke, and hem vitayle.
LGW 3 1094 Ful many a beste she to the shippes sente,
LGW 3 1095 And with the wyn she gan hem to presente,
LGW 3 1096 And to hire royal paleys she hire spedde,
LGW 3 1097 And Eneas alwey with hire she ledde.
LGW 3 1098 What nedeth yow the feste to descrive?
LGW 3 1099 He nevere beter at ese was in his lyve.
LGW 3 1100 Ful was the feste of deyntees and rychesse,
LGW 3 1101 Of instruments, of song, and of gladnesse,
LGW 3 1102 Of many an amorous lokyng and devys.
LGW 3 1103 This Eneas is come to paradys
LGW 3 1104 Out of the swolow of helle, and thus in joye
LGW 3 1105 Remembreth hym of his estat in Troye.
LGW 3 1106 To daunsynge chaumberes ful of paramentes,
LGW 3 1107 Of riche beddes, and of ornementes,
LGW 3 1108 This Eneas is led after the mete.
LGW 3 1109 And with the quene, whan that he hadde sete,
LGW 3 1110 And spices parted, and the wyn agon,
LGW 3 1111 Unto his chambres was he led anon
LGW 3 1112 To take his ese and for to have his reste,
LGW 3 1113 With al his folk, to don what so hem leste.
LGW 3 1114 There nas courser wel ybrydeled non,
LGW 3 1115 Ne stede, for the justing wel to gon,
LGW 3 1116 Ne large palfrey, esy for the nones,
LGW 3 1117 Ne jewel, fretted ful of ryche stones,
LGW 3 1118 Ne sakkes ful of gold, of large wyghte,
LGW 3 1119 Ne ruby non, that shynede by nyghte,
LGW 3 1120 Ne gentil hawtein faucoun heroner,
LGW 3 1121 Ne hound for hert or wilde bor or der,
LGW 3 1122 Ne coupe of gold, with floreyns newe ybete,
LGW 3 1123 That in the land of Libie may be gete,
LGW 3 1124 That Dido ne hath it Eneas ysent;
LGW 3 1125 And al is payed, what that he hath spent.
LGW 3 1126 Thus can this quene honurable hire gestes calle,
LGW 3 1127 As she that can in fredom passen alle.
LGW 3 1128 Eneas sothly ek, withouten les,
LGW 3 1129 Hadde sent unto his ship by Achates
LGW 3 1130 After his sone, and after riche thynges,
LGW 3 1131 Bothe sceptre, clothes, broches, and ek rynges,
LGW 3 1132 Some for to were, and some for to presente
LGW 3 1133 To hire that alle thise noble thynges hym sente;
LGW 3 1134 And bad his sone how that he shulde make
LGW 3 1135 The presenting, and to the queen it take.
LGW 3 1136 Repeyred is this Achates agayn,
LGW 3 1137 And Eneas ful blysful is and fayn
LGW 3 1138 To sen his yonge sone Ascanyus.
LGW 3 1139 But natheles, oure autour telleth us,
LGW 3 1140 That Cupido, that is the god of love,
LGW 3 1141 At preyere of his moder hye above,
LGW 3 1142 Hadde the liknesse of the child ytake,
LGW 3 1143 This noble queen enamored to make
LGW 3 1144 On Eneas; but, as of that scripture,
LGW 3 1145 Be as be may, I take of it no cure.
LGW 3 1146 But soth is this, the queen hath mad swich chere
LGW 3 1147 Unto this child, that wonder is to here;
LGW 3 1148 And of the present that his fader sente
LGW 3 1149 She thanked hym ful ofte, in good entente.
LGW 3 1150 Thus is this queen in plesaunce and in joye,
LGW 3 1151 With alle these newe lusty folk of Troye.
LGW 3 1152 And of the dedes hath she more enquered
LGW 3 1153 Of Eneas, and al the story lered
LGW 3 1154 Of Troye, and al the longe day they tweye
LGW 3 1155 Entendeden to speken and to pleye;
LGW 3 1156 Of which ther gan to breden swich a fyr
LGW 3 1157 That sely Dido hath now swich desyr
LGW 3 1158 With Eneas, hire newe gest, to dele,
LGW 3 1159 That she hath lost hire hewe and ek hire hele.
LGW 3 1160 Now to th’ effect, now to the fruyt of al,
LGW 3 1161 Whi I have told this story, and telle shal.
LGW 3 1162 Thus I begynne: it fil upon a nyght,
LGW 3 1163 Whan that the mone up reysed hadde his lyght,
LGW 3 1164 This noble queene unto hire reste wente.
LGW 3 1165 She siketh sore, and gan hyreself turmente;
LGW 3 1166 She waketh, walweth, maketh many a breyd,
LGW 3 1167 As don these lovers, as I have herd seyd.
LGW 3 1168 And at the laste, unto hire syster Anne
LGW 3 1169 She made hire mone, and ryght thus spak she thanne:
LGW 3 1170 “Now, dere sister myn, what may it be
LGW 3 1171 That me agasteth in my drem?” quod she.
LGW 3 1172 “This newe Troyan is so in my thought,
LGW 3 1173 For that me thynketh he is so wel ywrought,
LGW 3 1174 And ek so likly for to ben a man,
LGW 3 1175 And therwithal so moche good he can,
LGW 3 1176 That al my love and lyf lyth in his cure.
LGW 3 1177 Have ye nat herd him telle his aventure?
LGW 3 1178 Now certes, Anne, if that ye rede it me,
LGW 3 1179 I wolde fayn to hym ywedded be;
LGW 3 1180 This is th’ effect; what sholde I more seye?
LGW 3 1181 In hym lyth al, to do me live or deye.”
LGW 3 1182 Hyre syster Anne, as she that coude hire good,
LGW 3 1183 Seyde as hire thoughte, and somdel it withstod.
LGW 3 1184 But herof was so long a sermounynge
LGW 3 1185 It were to long to make rehersynge.
LGW 3 1186 But finaly, it may nat ben withstonde;
LGW 3 1187 Love wol love, for nothing wol it wonde.
LGW 3 1188 The dawenyng up-rist out of the se.
LGW 3 1189 This amorous queene chargeth hire meyne
LGW 3 1190 The nettes dresse, and speres brode and kene;
LGW 3 1191 An huntyng wol this lusty freshe queene,
LGW 3 1192 So priketh hire this newe joly wo.
LGW 3 1193 To hors is al hir lusty folk ygo;
LGW 3 1194 Into the court the houndes been ybrought;
LGW 3 1195 And upon coursers swift as any thought
LGW 3 1196 Hire yonge knyghtes hoven al aboute,
LGW 3 1197 And of hire women ek an huge route.
LGW 3 1198 Upon a thikke palfrey, paper-whit,
LGW 3 1199 With sadel red, enbrouded with delyt,
LGW 3 1200 Of gold the barres up enbosede hye,
LGW 3 1201 Sit Dido, al in gold and perre wrye;
LGW 3 1202 And she as fair as is the bryghte morwe,
LGW 3 1203 That heleth syke folk of nyghtes sorwe.
LGW 3 1204 Upon a courser stertlynge as the fyr —
LGW 3 1205 Men myghte turne hym with a litel wyr —
LGW 3 1206 Sit Eneas, lik Phebus to devyse,
LGW 3 1207 So was he fressh arayed in his wyse.
LGW 3 1208 The fomy brydel with the bit of gold
LGW 3 1209 Governeth he ryght as hymself hath wold.
LGW 3 1210 And forth this noble queen thus lat I ride
LGW 3 1211 On huntynge, with this Troyan by hyre side.
LGW 3 1212 The herde of hertes founden is anon,
LGW 3 1213 With “Hay! Go bet! Pryke thow! Lat gon, lat gon!
LGW 3 1214 Why nyl the leoun comen, or the bere,
LGW 3 1215 That I myghte ones mete hym with this spere?”
LGW 3 1216 Thus seyn these yonge folk, and up they kylle
LGW 3 1217 These bestes wilde, and han hem at here wille.
LGW 3 1218 Among al this to rumbelen gan the hevene;
LGW 3 1219 The thunder rored with a grisely stevene;
LGW 3 1220 Doun cam the reyn with hayl and slet so faste,
LGW 3 1221 With hevenes fyr, that it so sore agaste
LGW 3 1222 This noble queen, and also hire meyne,
LGW 3 1223 That ech of hem was glad awey to fle.
LGW 3 1224 And shortly, from the tempest hire to save,
LGW 3 1225 She fledde hireself into a litel cave,
LGW 3 1226 And with hire wente this Eneas also.
LGW 3 1227 I not, with hem if there wente any mo;
LGW 3 1228 The autour maketh of it no mencioun.
LGW 3 1229 And here began the depe affeccioun
LGW 3 1230 Betwixe hem two; this was the firste morwe
LGW 3 1231 Of hire gladnesse, and gynning of hire sorwe.
LGW 3 1232 For there hath Eneas ykneled so,
LGW 3 1233 And told hire al his herte and al his wo,
LGW 3 1234 And swore so depe to hire to be trewe
LGW 3 1235 For wel or wo and chaunge hire for no newe;
LGW 3 1236 And as a fals lovere so wel can pleyne,
LGW 3 1237 That sely Dido rewede on his peyne,
LGW 3 1238 And tok hym for husbonde and becom his wyf
LGW 3 1239 For everemo, whil that hem laste lyf.
LGW 3 1240 And after this, whan that the tempest stente,
LGW 3 1241 With myrthe out as they comen, hom they wente.
LGW 3 1242 The wikke fame upros, and that anon,
LGW 3 1243 How Eneas hath with the queen ygon
LGW 3 1244 Into the cave; and demede as hem liste.
LGW 3 1245 And whan the kyng that Yarbas highte it wiste,
LGW 3 1246 As he that hadde hir loved evere his lyf,
LGW 3 1247 And wowede hyre, to han hire to his wyf,
LGW 3 1248 Swich sorwe as he hath maked, and swich cheere,
LGW 3 1249 It is a routhe and pite for to here.
LGW 3 1250 But as in love, alday it happeth so
LGW 3 1251 That oon shal laughen at anothers wo.
LGW 3 1252 Now laugheth Eneas and is in joye
LGW 3 1253 And more richesse than evere he was in Troye.
LGW 3 1254 O sely wemen, ful of innocence,
LGW 3 1255 Ful of pite, of trouthe and conscience,
LGW 3 1256 What maketh yow to men to truste so?
LGW 3 1257 Have ye swych routhe upon hyre feyned wo,
LGW 3 1258 And han swich olde ensaumples yow beforn?
LGW 3 1259 Se ye nat alle how they ben forsworn?
LGW 3 1260 Where sen ye oon that he ne hath laft his leef,
LGW 3 1261 Or ben unkynde, or don hire som myscheef,
LGW 3 1262 Or piled hire, or bosted of his dede?
LGW 3 1263 Ye may as wel it sen as ye may rede.
LGW 3 1264 Tak hede now of this grete gentil-man,
LGW 3 1265 This Troyan, that so wel hire plesen can,
LGW 3 1266 That feyneth hym so trewe and obeysynge,
LGW 3 1267 So gentil, and so privy of his doinge,
LGW 3 1268 And can so wel don alle his obeysaunces,
LGW 3 1269 And wayten hire at festes and at daunces,
LGW 3 1270 And whan she goth to temple and hom ageyn,
LGW 3 1271 And fasten til he hath his lady seyn,
LGW 3 1272 And beren in his devyses, for hire sake,
LGW 3 1273 Not I not what; and songes wolde he make,
LGW 3 1274 Justen, and don of armes many thynges,
LGW 3 1275 Sende hire lettres, tokens, broches, rynges —
LGW 3 1276 Now herkneth how he shal his lady serve!
LGW 3 1277 There as he was in peril for to sterve
LGW 3 1278 For hunger, and for myschef in the se,
LGW 3 1279 And desolat, and fled from his cuntre,
LGW 3 1280 And al his folk with tempest al todryven,
LGW 3 1281 She hath hire body and ek hire reame yiven
LGW 3 1282 Into his hand, there as she myghte have been
LGW 3 1283 Of othere land than of Cartage a queen,
LGW 3 1284 And lyved in joye ynogh; what wole ye more?
LGW 3 1285 This Eneas, that hath so depe yswore,
LGW 3 1286 Is wery of his craft withinne a throwe;
LGW 3 1287 The hote ernest is al overblowe.
LGW 3 1288 And pryvyly he doth his shipes dyghte,
LGW 3 1289 And shapeth hym to stele awey by nyghte.
LGW 3 1290 This Dido hath suspecioun of this,
LGW 3 1291 And thoughte wel that it was al amys.
LGW 3 1292 For in hir bed he lyth a-nyght and syketh.
LGW 3 1293 She axeth hym anon what hym myslyketh —
LGW 3 1294 “My dere herte, which that I love most?”
LGW 3 1295 “Certes,” quod he, “this nyght my faderes gost
LGW 3 1296 Hath in my slep so sore me tormented,
LGW 3 1297 And ek Mercurye his message hath presented,
LGW 3 1298 That nedes to the conquest of Ytayle
LGW 3 1299 My destine is sone for to sayle;
LGW 3 1300 For which, me thynketh, brosten is myn herte!”
LGW 3 1301 Therwith his false teres out they sterte,
LGW 3 1302 And taketh hire withinne his armes two.
LGW 3 1303 “Is that in ernest?” quod she; “Wole ye so?
LGW 3 1304 Have ye nat sworn to wyve me to take?
LGW 3 1305 Allas, what woman wole ye of me make?
LGW 3 1306 I am a gentil woman and a queen.
LGW 3 1307 Ye wole nat from youre wif thus foule fleen?
LGW 3 1308 That I was born, allas! What shal I do?”
LGW 3 1309 To telle in short, this noble quen Dydo,
LGW 3 1310 She seketh halwes and doth sacryfise;
LGW 3 1311 She kneleth, cryeth, that routhe is to devyse;
LGW 3 1312 Conjureth hym, and profereth hym to be
LGW 3 1313 His thral, his servant in the leste degre;
LGW 3 1314 She falleth hym to fote and swouneth ther,
LGW 3 1315 Dischevele, with hire bryghte gilte her,
LGW 3 1316 And seyth, “Have mercy; let me with yow ryde!
LGW 3 1317 These lordes, which that wonen me besyde,
LGW 3 1318 Wole me distroyen only for youre sake.
LGW 3 1319 And, so ye wole me now to wive take,
LGW 3 1320 As ye han sworn, thanne wol I yeve yow leve
LGW 3 1321 To slen me with youre swerd now sone at eve!
LGW 3 1322 For thanne yit shal I deyen as youre wif.
LGW 3 1323 I am with childe, and yeve my child his lyf!
LGW 3 1324 Mercy, lord! Have pite in youre thought!”
LGW 3 1325 But al this thing avayleth hire ryght nought,
LGW 3 1326 For on a nyght, slepynge he let hire lye,
LGW 3 1327 And stal awey unto his companye,
LGW 3 1328 And as a traytour forth he gan to sayle
LGW 3 1329 Toward the large contre of Ytayle.
LGW 3 1330 Thus he hath laft Dido in wo and pyne,
LGW 3 1331 And wedded ther a lady hyghte Lavyne.
LGW 3 1332 A cloth he lafte, and ek his swerd stondynge,
LGW 3 1333 Whan he from Dido stal in hire slepynge,
LGW 3 1334 Ryght at hire beddes hed, so gan he hie,
LGW 3 1335 Whan that he stal awey to his navye;
LGW 3 1336 Which cloth, whan sely Dido gan awake,
LGW 3 1337 She hath it kyst ful ofte for his sake,
LGW 3 1338 And seyde, “O swete cloth, whil Juppiter it leste,
LGW 3 1339 Tak now my soule, unbynd me of this unreste!
LGW 3 1340 I have fulfild of fortune al the cours.”
LGW 3 1341 And thus, allas, withouten his socours,
LGW 3 1342 Twenty tyme yswouned hath she thanne.
LGW 3 1343 And whanne that she unto hire syster Anne
LGW 3 1344 Compleyned hadde — of which I may nat wryte,
LGW 3 1345 So gret a routhe I have it for t’ endite —
LGW 3 1346 And bad hire norice and hire sister gon
LGW 3 1347 To fechen fyr and other thyng anon,
LGW 3 1348 And seyde that she wolde sacryfye —
LGW 3 1349 And whan she myghte hire tyme wel espie,
LGW 3 1350 Upon the fir of sacryfice she sterte,
LGW 3 1351 And with his swerd she rof hyre to the herte.
LGW 3 1352 But, as myn auctour seith, yit thus she seyde;
LGW 3 1353 Or she was hurt, byforen or she deyde,
LGW 3 1354 She wrot a lettre anon that thus began:
LGW 3 1355 “Ryght so,” quod she, “as that the white swan
LGW 3 1356 Ayens his deth begynnyth for to synge,
LGW 3 1357 Right so to yow make I my compleynynge.
LGW 3 1358 Not that I trowe to geten yow ageyn,
LGW 3 1359 For wel I wot that it is al in veyn,
LGW 3 1360 Syn that the goddes been contraire to me.
LGW 3 1361 But syn my name is lost thourgh yow,” quod she,
LGW 3 1362 “I may wel lese on yow a word or letter,
LGW 3 1363 Al be it that I shal ben nevere the better;
LGW 3 1364 For thilke wynd that blew youre ship awey,
LGW 3 1365 The same wynd hath blowe awey youre fey.”
LGW 3 1366 But who wol al this letter have in mynde,
LGW 3 1367 Rede Ovyde, and in hym he shal it fynde.