224 STORY OF APOLLONIUS OF TYRE.
And after that a riche yifte He offreth with great reverence. And there in open audience Of hem, that stoden all about, He tolde hem and declareth out His hap, such as him is befalle. There was no thing foryete of alle. His wife, as it was goddes grace, Which was professed in the place, As she, that was abbesse there. Unto his tale hath laid her ere, She knew the vois and the visage, For pure joy as in a rage She straught unto him all at ones , And fell a swoune upon the stones, Wherof the temple flore was paved. She was anone with water laved, Till she came to her self ayein. And thanne she began to sain: Ha, blessed be the highe sonde, That I may se min husbonde, Which whilom he and I were one. The king with that knewe her anone And toke her in his arme and kist, And all the town thus sone it wist. Tho was there joie manyfold, For euery man this tale hath told As for miracle, and were glade. But never man such joie made As doth the king, which hath his wife. And whan men herde, how that her life Was saved and by whom it was, They wondren all of suche a cas. Through all the tonde arose the speche Of maister Cerimon the leche And of the cure, which he dede. The king him self tho hath him bede