254 ' SMYTH — PERICLES AND APOLLONIUS. [Oct. 7, 



Knyghtes him fette of gret honour, 

 He was aferde to be slawe, 

 He gaf him londes and gret tresour. 

 And made him erl by al hys sawe : 

 Olde man, ne dred the nought, 

 For I am Apollyn of Tire, 

 That ones help of the bysought, 

 Tho I lay byfore the in the myre ; 

 Thou gave me half thy sclaveyne. 

 And bed me y schulde thenke on the ; 



Broughte hym dyeinge. 



Antiochus his deth hadde swore. 



He was marchaunt of many thynges ; 



.... the kyng to grete, 



He tok him up and gan him to kusse ; 



.... de he wolde him nevere lete, 



He scholde be on of hem to wysse ; 



. . . . im bothe lovde and lede. 



And made him erl a lite ther byside ; 



. . . . ful of wilde brede, 



Casteles and tourys that were wyde, 



He made him chef of hys consail, 



For he fonde him ferst so .... t fewe : 



.... as evere wit-oute fail, 



He ne leet for no newe ; 



.... the kyng goud lyf and clene 



Wit hys wyf in gret solas, 



.... and fourtene 



He lyvede after Ihys do was ; 



.... twey sones by junge age, 



That wax wel farynge men ; 



.... the kyndom of Antioche, 



Of Tire and of Cirenen. 



Were nevere verre on hys lond, 



Ne hunger ne no mesayse, 



.... hit yede wel an hond, 



He lyvede wel at ayse : 



.... tweye bokys of hys lyf 



That onto his awene bible he sette. 



.... at byddinge of hys wyf .... 



He lefte at Ephese so he hire fette; 



.... hys lond in goud manere 



Tho he drow to age, 



.... ora he made King of Tire, 



That was his owene heritage ; 



