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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

    [De fuga Appolini per mare a Regno suo.]
    Of the flight of Appolinus across the sea to his own kingdom.
    Forthi withoute take leve,
    Als priveliche as evere he myhte,
    He goth him to the See be nyhte
    475In Schipes that be whete laden:
    Here takel redy tho thei maden
    And hale up Seil and forth thei fare.
    Bot forto tellen of the care
    That thei of Tyr begonne tho,
    480Whan that thei wiste he was ago,
    It is a Pile forto hiere.
    They losten lust, they losten chiere,
    Thei toke upon hem such penaunce,
    Ther was no song, ther was no daunce,
    485Bot every merthe and melodie
    To hem was thanne a maladie;
    For unlust of that aventure
    Ther was noman which tok tonsure,
    In doelful clothes thei hem clothe,
    490The bathes and the Stwes bothe
    Thei schetten in be every weie;
    There was no lif which leste pleie
    Ne take of eny joie kepe,
    Bot for here liege lord to wepe;
    495And every wyht seide as he couthe,
    "Helas, the lusti flour of youthe,
    Our Prince, oure heved, our governour,
    Thurgh whom we stoden in honour,
    Withoute the comun assent
    500Thus sodeinliche is fro ous went!"
    Such was the clamour of hem alle.