. Confessio amantis . 10 AMANTIS. What hap fo him is ever befalle,Though me be the fouleft of alle,Yet to thonour of womanhed mo Him thought he fhulde taken heed,So that for pure gentileffe,As he her couthe beft adreffeIn ragges, as (he was to-tore,He fet her on his hors to-fore »7is And forth he taketh his way wonder though he fiketh as an oule fleeth by nighteOut of all other briddes fighte,Right fo this knight on daies brode ])*> In clofe him held and (hope his rodeOn nightes time, till the tideThat he come there he wolde abideAnd prively withoute noifeHe bringeth this
. Confessio amantis . 10 AMANTIS. What hap fo him is ever befalle,Though me be the fouleft of alle,Yet to thonour of womanhed mo Him thought he fhulde taken heed,So that for pure gentileffe,As he her couthe beft adreffeIn ragges, as (he was to-tore,He fet her on his hors to-fore »7is And forth he taketh his way wonder though he fiketh as an oule fleeth by nighteOut of all other briddes fighte,Right fo this knight on daies brode ])*> In clofe him held and (hope his rodeOn nightes time, till the tideThat he come there he wolde abideAnd prively withoute noifeHe bringeth this foule great coife 7*s To his caftell in fuche a wife, That no man might her fhape avife,Til fhe into the chambre came,Where he his prive counfeil nameOf fuche men as he moft trufte i?<*o And told hem, that he nedes mufteThis beiie wedde to his wife,For elles had he loft his prive women were affent,That fholden ben of his affent. •7** Her ragges they anone of draweAnd as it was that time lawe c^. Oudju ,. LIBER PRIMUS. 101 She hadde bath, fhe hadde reft And was arraied to the beft. Bat with no craft of combes brode1750 They might her hore lockes mode, And fhe ne wolde nought be more For no counfeil, and they therfore With fuche attire as tho was ufed Ordeinen, that it was excufed,■7** And had fo craftilich aboute, That no man mighte feen hem oute. But whan fhe was fullich arraied And her attire was all affaied, Tho was fhe fouler unto fe.»7*© But yet it may non other be They were wedded in the night, So wo begone was never knight As he was than of manage. And fhe began to pleie and rage•765 As who faith, I am well inough, But he therof nothing ne lough. For fhe toke thanne chere on honde And clepeth him her hufebonde And faith: My lord, go we to bedde,177° For I to that entente wedde, That thou fhalt be my worldes bliffe. And profreth him with that to kifle, As fhe a lufly lady were. His body mighte well be there,1775- But as of thought and memoire His hert
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