Sche kest here armes aboute his swere; And drowgh awai with al his might; Than the emperice wex wroth; Sche to-rent binethen here brest. With both honden here yaulew here And sche to-cragged hire visage, And gradde," Harow!" with gret rage. In halle was th' emperour. "Who had thè don this desonòur ?" "Bot this deuel, that her is, Hadde me ner i-rauisscht, I wis! With me he hadde don his wille; 470 480 Lo hou he ad me to rent, 490 He ne was neuere of thi blod! "He schal abigge!" saide th' emperour, And cleped forht a turmentour. Quik he het his sone take, And spoili him of clothes nake, And beten him with scourges stronge, And ladde him forht thourgh the halle, Euele thai gonnen him bisèn; And asked anon of this cas. 500 Thai saide," Here lordes heste hit was." Anon thai ronnen into the bour, Biforn here lord the emperour, And bad him, that thilke sorewe 510 "And thanne saue him other slen, And wel mochel hit here traid, Sche thought wel more thanne sche said. An even late, the emperour Was browt to bedde with hondur. To him cam with lourand chere, "O sire, sche saide, no wonder n'is; For now to londe i-comen is, "Pais, dame! who schal that be?"- Me for to don unright." "Pais, sire, what halt hit heled To-dai tho hast him fram deth i-speled. Ase wel mot hit like thè, 520 530 540 Als dede the pinnote tre Of his ympe that he forht browte." And of the ympe, al the cas. THE I. TALE. THE PINNOTE TREE AND ITS YMPE. "WHILOM a riche burgeis was, Ful of appel tres, and als of pirie ; Amideward that gardyn fre, That hadde fair bowes and frut; Ther-under was al his dedwt. He made ther-under a grene bench, And drank ther-under mani a sscench. 550 560 Certes, therinne was al his playing In time of solas, and his resting. "So bifel upon a dai, The burgeis fram home tok his wai; He boughte marchaundise, and his chaffàre, And bileued oute al a yare. Al so sone so he mighte, Thanne seggh he wexe a litel stren, Fair hit him thoughte, and swote. Ac that ympe that so sprong, Seste thou this ympe, of gret mounde, "Ya, sire, he saide, be heuene king! 570 580 590 |