STORY OF APOLLONIUS OJF TYRE.
But for to telle of the care, That they of Tire began tho, Whan that they wist he was ago, It is a pite for to here. They losten lust, they losten chere, They toke upon hem such penaunce, There was no song, there was no daunce, But every merthe and melody To hem was than a malady, For unlust of that aventure There was no man which toke tonsure. . In dolfull clothes they hem clothe. The bathes and the stewes bothe They shetten in by every wey. There was no life which liste pley Ne take of any joie kepe, But for her lege lord to wepe, And every wight said as he couth : Helas, the lusty floure of youth, Our prince, our heved, our govern our, Through whom we stonden in honour, Withoute the comune assent, That sodeinly is fro us went. Such was the clamour of hem alle.
But se we now what is befalle Upon the firste tale pleine And tome we therto ayeine,
Antiochus the grete sire, Which full of rancour and of ire His herte bereth so as ye herde, Of that this prince of Tire answerde, He hath a felow bacheler, -Which was his prive counseiler And Taliart by name he hight The king a strong poison" him dight Within a buist and gold thereto, In alle haste and bad him go
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Nota, qualiter Thaliartus miles, ut Ap-
neno intoxica-ret, ab Anti-missus ipso ibidem non in-vento Anti-ochiam rediit.