STORY OF APOLLONIUS OF TYRE. 22
And eke this quene forth with him, That he the the town of Ephesim Woll leve and go where as they be, Fof never man of his degre Hath do to hem so mochel good. And he his profite understood And graunteth with hem for to wende. And thus they maden there an ende, And token leave and gone to ship With al the hole felaship.
This king, which now hath his desire, Quaker AP-Saith, he woll holde his cours to Tire. SS^fet
They hadden wind at wille tho Spif«t.Tyrum
With topsail-cole, and forth they go. And striken never, till they come To Tire, wher as they haven nome, And londen hem with mochel blisse. There was many a mouth to kisse, Eche one welcometh other home. But when the quene to londe come And Thaise her doughter by her side, The joy which was thilke tide There may no mannes tunge telle. They saiden all: Here cometh the welle Of all the wornanishe grace. The king hath take his real place, The quene is into chambre go. There was great feste arraied tho. Whan time was they gone to mete, All olde sorwes ben foryete, And gladen hem with joies newe. The descoloured pale hewe Is now become a ruddy cheke, There was no merthe for to seke. oauster Ap.
But every man hath what he wolde, The king as he well couthe and sholde Maketh to his people right good chere.
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