STORY Of APOLLOKIUS OF TYRE.
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Which cleped was Theophilus, And made him swere in counseil thus, That he such time as she him set Shall come Thaise for to fet And lede her out of alle sight, Where that no man her helpe might, Upon the stronde nigh the see, And there he shall this maiden slee. This cherles hert is in a traunce, As he, which drad him of vengeaunce, Whan time comth an other day. But yet durst he nought saie nay, But swore and said he shall fulfill Her hestes at her owne will.
The treson and the time is shape, So fell it that this cherles knape Hath lad this maiden where he wold Upon the stronde, and what she sholde, She was adrad, and he out braide A rusty swerde and to her saide : Thou shalt be dede. Alas, quod she, Why shall I so ? Lo thus, quod he, My lady Dionise hath bede, Thou shalt be murdred in this stede. This maiden tho for fere shrighte And for the love of god allmighte She praith, that for a litel stounde She mighte knele upon the grounde Toward the heven for to crave, Her wofull soule if she may save. And with this noise and with this cry, Out of a barge faste by, Which hid was there on scomer-fare, Men sterten out and weren ware Of this felon, and he to go, And she began to crie tho : Ha, mercy, help for goddes sake.
Qualiter Dion-isia Thaisun ut occideret Theophllo
didit, qut cum noctanter lon-gius ab urbe ipsara prope litus maris in-terficere pro-posuerat, pirate ibidem latitantesTha-ishn de manu camificis en-puerunt ipsam-que usque ci-vitatemMitele-natn ducentes, cuidam Leoiu-nq scortorum ibidem magi-stro vendioe-runt,