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  • Title: Apollonius of Tyre
  • Editors: Tom Bishop, Andrew Forsberg

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    Editors: Tom Bishop, Andrew Forsberg
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    Apollonius of Tyre

    995[Qualiter Ambaciatores a Tyro in quadam naui Pentapolim venientes mortem Regis Antiochi Appolino nunciarunt.]
    How ambassadors from Tyre coming to Pentapolis in a certain ship, brought news to Appolinus of the death of Antiochus.
    Now have I told of the spousailes.
    Bot forto speke of the mervailes
    Whiche afterward to hem befelle,
    It is a wonder forto telle.
    1000It fell adai thei riden oute,
    The king and queene and al the route,
    To pleien hem upon the stronde,
    Wher as thei sen toward the londe
    A Schip sailende of gret array.
    1005To knowe what it mene may,
    Til it be come thei abide;
    Than sen thei stonde on every side,
    Endlong the schipes bord to schewe,
    Of Penonceals a riche rewe.
    1010Thei axen when the schip is come:
    Fro Tyr, anon ansuerde some,
    And over this thei seiden more
    The cause why thei comen fore
    Was forto seche and forto finde
    1015Appolinus, which was of kinde
    Her liege lord: and he appiereth,
    And of the tale which he hiereth
    He was riht glad; for thei him tolde,
    That for vengance, as god it wolde,
    1020Antiochus, as men mai wite,
    With thondre and lyhthnynge is forsmite;
    His doghter hath the same chaunce,
    So be thei bothe in o balance.
    "Forthi, oure liege lord, we seie
    1025In name of al the lond, and preie,
    That left al other thing to done,
    It like you to come sone
    And se youre oghne liege men
    With othre that ben of youre ken,
    1030That live in longinge and desir
    Til ye be come ayein to Tyr."
    This tale after the king it hadde
    Pentapolim al overspradde,
    Ther was no joie forto seche;
    1035For every man it hadde in speche
    And seiden alle of on acord,
    "A worthi king schal ben oure lord:
    That thoghte ous ferst an hevinesse
    Is schape ous now to gret gladnesse."
    1040Thus goth the tidinge overal.