STORY OF APOLLONIUS OF TYRE. 189
His wife was Dionise also. This yonge prince, as saith the boke, With him his herbergage toke. And it befel that citee so Before time and than also, Through stronge famin, whiche hem lad, Was none, that any whete had. Appollinus, whan that he herde The mischefe, how the citee ferde, All frelich of his owne yifte His whete among hem for to shifte, The which by ship he hadde brought, He yave and toke of hem right nought. But sithen first this world began, Was never yet to such a man More joie made, than they him made. For they were all of him so glade, That they for ever in remembraunce Made a figure in resemblaunce Of him and in a comun place They set it up, .so that his face Might every maner man beholde, So as the citee was beholde, It was of laton over gilt. Thus hath he nought his yifte spilt. Upon a time with a route
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Which praide his lord to have insight
Upon him self and said him thus,
How that the great Antiochus
Awaiteth, if he might him spille.
That other thought and helde him stille
And thonked him of his warning
And bad him telle no tiding,