STORY OF APOLLONIUS OF TYRE. 199
He hath unto his counseil npme This man of Tire and lete him se The letter, and all the privete, The which his doughter to him sente. And he his kne to grounde bente And thonketh him and her also. And er they wenten than a two With good herte and with good corage Of full love and full mariage The kinge and he ben hole accorded. And after, whan it was recorded Unto the doughter, how it stood, The yifte of all this worldes good Ne shuld have made her half so blithe. And forth with all the kinge als swithe, For he woli have her good assent, Hath for the quene her moder sent. The quene is come, and whan she herde Of this matere how that it ferde, She sigh debate, she sigh disese, But if she wolde her doughter plese, And is therto assented ml, Which is a dede wonderful. For no man knew the sothe cas, But he him self, what man he was. And netheles so es hem thought His dedes to the sothe wrought, That he was come of gentil blood, Him lacketh nought but worldes good. And as therof is no despeire, For she shall be her faders heire, And he was able to governe, Thus woll they nought the love werne Of him and her in no wise, But all accorded they devise The day and time of mariage, Where love is lorde of the corage.