196     STORy OF APOLLONIUS OF TYRE.
Appollinus, of whom I mene, Tho toke his leve of king and quene And of the worthy maide also, Which praid unto her fader tho, That she might of the yonge man Of tho sciences, which he can, His lore have.    And in this wise The king her graunteth his apprise, So that him self therto assent Thus was accorded er they went, That he with all that ever he may This yonge faire freshe may Of that he couthe shulde enforme. And ful assented in this forme They token leve as for that night.
Arid whan it was on morwe right, Unto this yonge man of Tire Of clothes, and of good attire With gold and silver to despende This worthy yonge lady sende. And thus she made him well at ese, And he with all that he can plese ££er serveth well and faire ayeine. He taught her, till she was certeine Of harpe, citole and of riote With many a tune and many a note, Upon musique, upon mesure, And of her harpe the temprure He taught her eke, as he well couth. But as men sain, that frele is youth With leiser and continuaunce. This maide fell upon a chaunce, That love hath made him a quarele Ayeine her youthe fresh and frele, That malgre where she wold or nought, She mot with all her hertes thought To love and to his lawe obey.