471[De fuga Appolini per mare a Regno suo.]

472 Forthi withoute take leve,

473Als priveliche as evere he myhte,

474He goth him to the See be nyhte

475In Schipes that be whete laden:

476Here takel redy tho thei maden

477And hale up Seil and forth thei fare.

478Bot forto tellen of the care

479That thei of Tyr begonne tho,

480Whan that thei wiste he was ago,

481It is a Pile forto hiere.

482They losten lust, they losten chiere,

483Thei toke upon hem such penaunce,

484Ther was no song, ther was no daunce,

485Bot every merthe and melodie

486To hem was thanne a maladie;

487For unlust of that aventure

488Ther was noman which tok tonsure,

489In doelful clothes thei hem clothe,

490The bathes and the Stwes bothe

491Thei schetten in be every weie;

492There was no lif which leste pleie

493Ne take of eny joie kepe,

494Bot for here liege lord to wepe;

495And every wyht seide as he couthe,

496"Helas, the lusti flour of youthe,

497Our Prince, oure heved, our governour,

498Thurgh whom we stoden in honour,

499Withoute the comun assent

500Thus sodeinliche is fro ous went!"

501Such was the clamour of hem alle.