A breche and eke a sherte, And over that a fin hauberk, His sheld was all of gold so red, A charboucle beside; And ther he swore on ale and bred His jambeux were of cuirbouly, His spere was of fin cypres, His stede was all dapple gray, It goth an aumble in the way Ful softely and round || in londe Lo, Lordes min, here is a fit; To telle it wol I fond. Now hold Men speken of romaunces of pris, His goode stede he al bestrode, God shilde his corps fro shonde. And for he was a knight auntrous, His brighte helm was his wanger, Himself drank water of the well, PROLOGUE TO MELIBEUS. No more of this for Goddes dignitee, By God, quod he, for plainly at o word, As thus, ye wote that every Evangelist, For som of hem say more, and som say lesse, I mene of Mark and Mathew, Luke and John, pray. THE TALE OF MELIBEUS. A YONGE man called Melibeus, mighty and riche, begate upon his wif, that called was Prudence, a doughter which that called was Sophie. Upon a day befell, that he for his disport is went into the feldes him to playe. His wif and eke his doughter hath he laft within his hous, of which the dores weren fast yshette. Foure of his olde foos han it espied, and setten ladders to the walles of his hous, and by the windowes ben entred, and beten his wif, and wounded his doughter with five mortal woundes, in five sondry places; this is to say, in hire feet, in hire hondes, in hire eres, in hire nose, and in hire mouth; and leften hire for dede, and wenten away. Whan Melibeus retorned was into his hous, and sey al this meschief, he, like a mad man, rending his clothes, gan to wepe and crie. Prudence his wif, as fer forth as she dorste, besought him of his weping for to stint: but not forthy he gan to crie and wepen ever lenger the more. This noble wif Prudence remembred hire upon the sentence of Ovide, in his book that cleped is the Remedie of love, wheras he saith; he is a fool that distourbeth the moder to wepe, in the deth of hire childe, til she have wept hire fille, as for a certain time: and than shal a man don his diligence with amiable wordes hire to reconforte and preye hire of hire weping for to stinte. For which reson this noble wif Prudence suffred hire housbond for to wepe and crie, as for a certain space; and whan she saw hire time, she sayde to him in this wise. Alas! my lord, quod she, why make ye yourself for to be like a fool? Forsothe it apperteineth not to a wise man, to maken swiche a sorwe. Youre doughter, with the grace of God, shal warish and escape. And al were it so that she right now were dede, ye ne ought not as for hire deth youreself to destroye. Senek saith; the wise man shal not take to gret discomfort for the deth of his children, but certes he shulde suffren it in patience, as wel as he abideth the deth of his owen propre persone. This Melibeus answered anon and saide: what man (quod he) shulde of his weping stinte, that |