252 SMYTH — PEEICLES AND APOLLOXIUS. [Oct. 7, 



.... the joye of thoe londe, 



Sche dighte hire wit here lord to fare, 



. . . . e cite broughte hem at stronde, 



For deel of blisse wexeth al bare. 



.... nte hy to Antioche, 



Yutt was him kept thoe kyndom, 



. . . . Yt fro thennys hys passage 



To his lond Tire he nom ; 



Made Anategora kyng, 



Hys doughter quene thoe was his heir, 



. . . . ne hit was at her likynge, 



To schip hy wente alle y-fere. 



To Tarse they wente wit gret navye, 



Wederynge fel at wille, 



And all the citesaynes goune crye, 



Welcome lord, us tille : 



.... Yt6 anon Strangulion take, 



And hys wyf, Denyse, also, 



. . . . ed hem alle for here sake 



Wit hym to have mothalle goo. 



.... bet yif he hath trespased ought. 



Other eny offense ageyn hem do, 



.... yde alle nay lord ryght nought, 



Ye beth oure lord forever mo. 



. . . . ge have to lorde y- core, 



For evere love you ne mote 



.... hadde ye be ne hadde before. 



Of alle bales ye were bote ; 



An image of brass witnesse hys, 



Thot we schulle yow nevere disceyve, 



.... ol let deye for you y-wys 



Rather thon eny man schal you greve ; 



.... Angulion, my doughter y tok. 



And Denyse that hys hys wyf. 



That the citesaynes wit gret deal 



Hadde write hit to fore youre eyye : 



Appolyn gan to calle, 



Tarse, doughter, wherevere you beo, 



Sche we the forth by fore us alle, 



Fro deth to lyf arys aye ! 



Sche pytte hire forthe in riche atir. 



As fel to a quene. 



To fulfille her fader desir ; 



« Denyse," sche seyth, "hail ye! 



I grete the out of my grave 



