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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

    [Qualiter Appolinus vxoris sue mortem planxit.]
    How Appolinus lamented the death of his wife.
    Appolinus whan he this knew,
    For sorwe a swoune he overthrew,
    That noman wiste in him no lif.
    1085And whanne he wok, he seide, "Ha, wif,
    Mi lust, mi joie, my desir,
    Mi welthe and my recoverir,
    Why schal I live, and thou schalt dye?
    Ha, thou fortune, I thee deffie,
    1090Nou hast thou do to me thi werste.
    Ha, herte, why ne wolt thou berste,
    That forth with hire I myhte passe?
    Mi peines weren wel the lasse."
    In such wepinge and in such cry
    1095His dede wif, which lay him by,
    A thousend sithes he hire kiste;
    Was nevere man that sih ne wiste
    A sorwe unto his sorwe lich;
    For evere among upon the lich
    1100He fell swounende, as he that soghte
    His oghne deth, which he besoghte
    Unto the goddes alle above
    With many a pitous word of love;
    Bot suche wordes as tho were
    1105Yit herde nevere mannes Ere,
    Bot only thilke whiche he seide.
    The Maister Schipman cam and preide
    With othre suche as be therinne,
    And sein that he mai nothing winne
    1110Ayein the deth, bot thei him rede,
    He be wel war and tak hiede,
    The See be weie of his nature
    Receive mai no creature
    Withinne himself as forto holde,
    1115The which is ded: forthi thei wolde,
    As thei conseilen al aboute,
    The dede body casten oute.
    For betre it is, thei seiden alle,
    That it of hire so befalle,
    1120Than if thei scholden alle spille.