LXXVII. Thy love, thy lawty,' and thy gentleness, And clamb upon the fickle wheel so high, LXXVIII. "For love of me thou kept thy continence LXXXIII. Fie, false Cresseid! O true knight Troilus! "O Diomede! thou has both brooch and belt Which Troilus gave me in tokening "Lovers beware, and take good heed Of his true love." And with that word she about LXXIX. swelt.2 And soon a leperman took off the ring, LXXXIV. When he had heard her great infirmity, LXXXV. Some said he made ane tomb of marble And wrote her name and superscription, head, Under this stone, late leper, lyis dead!" Sorrowful, sad. 2 Fainted. 3 Ready. III. With girnand teeth, and awful angry look, Said to the lamb, "Thou cative wretched thing, How durst thou be so bold to file this brook, Where I should drink, with thy foul slavering? 2 "Well," quoth the wolf, "thy language outrageous, Commis thee of kind; sae thy father before Held me at bait, als' with both boast and schore.2 VII. It were almous' thee for to draw and hing, "He wraithed 3 me; and then I couth 4 him That should presume, with thy foul lippis vile, To glaur3 my drink, and this fair water file." IV. The silly lamb, quakand for very dread, On kneeis fell, and said, "Sir, with your leave, Suppose I dare not say thereof ye leid ;4 Ye wait also that your accusation V. "Though I cannot, nature will me defend, ence; warn, Within a year, and I brukit5 my head, So I should be wrokin on him, or his bairn ;6 For his exorbitant and thrawart plead ;7 Thou shall doubtless, for his deedis, be dead." "Sir, it is wrong, that for the father's guilt, 8 The saikless son should punisht be, or spilt. VIII. "Have ye not heard what holy Scripture says, Indited with the mouth of God Almight: Of his own deed ilk man shall bear the praise, As pyne 9 for sin, reward for workis right; For my trespass why should my son have plight? Who did the miss1olet him sustain the pain." Then may the stream in no way make "Ya," quoth the wolf, "yet pleyis thou: |