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ove and chere
 Than he that hath aboght his love ful dere, (20)
 Or had in armes many a blody box.
 For ever as tendre a capoun et the fox,
 Thogh he be fals and hath the foul betrayed, 1390
 As shal the good-man that ther-for hath payed.
 Al have he to the capoun skille and right,
 The false fox wol have his part at night.
 On Iasoun this ensample is wel y-sene
 By Isiphile and Medea the quene. 1395
 In Tessalye, as Guido telleth us,
 Ther was a king that highte Pelleus, (30)
 That had a brother, which that highte Eson;
 And, whan for age he mighte unnethes gon,
 He yaf to Pelleus the governing 1400
 Of al his regne, and made him lord and king.
 Of which Eson this Iasoun geten was,
 That, in his tyme, in al that lond, ther nas
 Nat swich a famous knight of gentilesse,
 Of freedom, and of strengthe and lustinesse. 1405
 After his fader deeth, he bar him so
 That ther nas noon that liste been his fo, (40)
 But dide him al honour and companye;
 Of which this Pelleus hath greet envye,
 Imagining that Iasoun mighte be 1410
 Enhaunsed so, and put in swich degree
 With love of lordes of his regioun,
 That from his regne he may be put adoun.
 And in his wit, a-night, compassed he
 How Iasoun mighte best destroyed be 1415
 Withoute slaunder of his compasment.
 And at the laste he took avisement (50)
 To senden him in-to som fer contree
 Ther as this Iasoun may destroyed be.
 This was his wit; al made he to Iasoun 1420
 Gret chere of love and of affeccioun,
 For drede lest his lordes hit espyde.
 So fil hit so, as fame renneth wyde,
 Ther was swich tyding over-al and swich los,
 That in an yle that called was Colcos, 1425
 Beyonde Troye, estward in the see,
 That ther-in was a ram, that men mighte see, (60)
 That had a flees of gold, that shoon so brighte,
 That no-wher was ther swich an-other sighte;
 But hit was kept alway with a dragoun, 1430
 And many othere merveils, up and doun,
 And with two boles, maked al of bras,
 That spitten fyr, and moche thing ther was.
 But this was eek the tale, nathelees,
 That who-so wolde winne thilke flees, 1435
 He moste bothe, or he hit winne mighte,
 With the boles and the dragoun fighte; (70)
 And king Oëtes lord was of that yle.
 This Pelleus bethoghte upon this wyle;
 That he his nevew Iasoun wolde enhorte 1440
 To sailen to that lond, him to disporte,
 And seide, 'Nevew, if hit mighte be
 That swich a worship mighte fallen thee,
 That thou this famous tresor mightest winne,
 And bringen hit my regioun with-inne, 1445
 Hit were to me gret plesaunce and honour;
 Than were I holde to quyte thy labour. (80)
 And al the cost I wol my-selven make;
 And chees what folk that thou wilt with thee take;
 Lat see now, darstow taken this viage?' 1450
 Iasoun was yong, and lusty of corage,
 And under-took to doon this ilke empryse.
 Anoon Argus his shippes gan devyse;
 With Iasoun wente the stronge Ercules,
 And many an-other that he with him chees. 1455
 But who-so axeth who is with him gon,
 Lat him go reden Argonauticon, (90)
 For he wol telle a tale long y-now.
 Philotetes anoon the sail up-drow,
 Whan that the wind was good, and gan him hye 1460
 Out of his contree called Tessalye.
 So long he sailed in the salte see
 Til in the yle Lemnoun aryved he--
 Al be this nat rehersed of Guido,
 Yet seith Ovyde in his Epistles so-- 1465
 And of this yle lady was and quene
 The faire yonge Isiphilee, the shene, (100)
 That whylom Thoas doghter was, the king.
 Isiphilee was goon in her playing;
 And, roming on the clyves by the see, 1470
 Under a banke anoon espyed she
 Wher that the ship of Iasoun gan aryve.
 Of her goodnesse adoun she sendeth blyve
 To witen yif that any straunge wight
 With tempest thider were y-blowe a-night, 1475
 To doon him socour; as was her usaunce
 To forthren every wight, and doon plesaunce (110)
 Of veray bountee and of curtesye.
 This messagere adoun him gan to hye,
 And fond Iasoun, and Ercules also, 1480
 That in a cogge to londe were y-go
 Hem to refresshen and to take the eyr.
 The morwening atempre was and fair;
 And in his wey the messagere hem mette.
 Ful cunningly thise lordes two he grette, 1485
 And dide his message, axing hem anoon
 Yif they were broken, or oght wo begoon, (120)
 Or hadde nede of lodesmen or vitaile;
 For of socour they shulde no-thing faile,
 For hit was utterly the quenes wille. 1490
 Iasoun answerde, mekely and stille,
 'My lady,' quod he, 'thanke I hertely
 Of hir goodnesse; us nedeth, trewely,
 No-thing as now, but that we wery be,
 And come for to pleye, out of the see, 1495
 Til that the wind be better in our weye.'
 This lady rometh by the clif to pleye, (130)
 With her meynee, endelong the stronde,
 And fynt this Iasoun and this other stonde,
 In spekinge of this thing, as I yow tolde. 1500
 This Ercules and Iasoun gan beholde
 How that the quene hit was, and faire her grette
 Anon-right as they with this lady mette;
 And she took heed, and knew, by hir manere,
 By hir aray, by wordes and by chere, 1505
 That hit were gentil-men, of greet degree.
 And to the castel with her ledeth she (140)
 Thise straunge folk, and doth hem greet honour,
 And axeth hem of travail and labour
 That they han suffred in the salte see; 1510
 So that, within a day, or two, or three,
 She knew, by folk that in his shippes be,
 That hit was Iasoun, ful of renomee,
 And Ercules, that had the grete los,
 That soghten the aventures of Colcos; 1515
 And dide hem honour more then before,
 And with hem deled ever lenger the more, (150)
 For they ben worthy folk, with-outen lees.
 And namely, most she spak with Ercules;
 To him her herte bar, he sholde be 1520
 Sad, wys, and trewe, of wordes avisee,
 With-outen any other affeccioun
 Of love, or evil imaginacioun.
 This Ercules hath so this Iasoun preysed,
 That to the sonne he hath him up areysed, 1525
 That half so trewe a man ther nas of love
 Under the cope of heven that is above; (160)
 And he was wys, hardy, secree, and riche.--
 Of thise three pointes ther nas noon him liche;
 Of freedom passed he, and lustihede, 1530
 Alle tho that liven or ben dede;
 Ther-to so greet a gentil-man was he,
 And of Tessalie lykly king to be.
 Ther nas no lak, but that he was agast
 To love, and for to speke shamefast. 1535
 He hadde lever him-self to mordre, and dye
 Than that men shulde a lover him espye:-- (170)
 'As wolde almighty god that I had yive
 My blood and flesh, so that I mighte live,
 With the nones that he hadde o-wher a wyf 1540
 For his estat; for swich a lusty lyf
 She sholde lede with this lusty knight!'
 And al this was compassed on the night
 Betwixe him Iasoun and this Ercules.
 Of thise two heer was mad a shrewed lees 1545
 To come to hous upon an innocent;
 For to be-dote this queen was hir assent. (180)
 And Iasoun is as coy as is a maide,
 He loketh pitously, but noght he saide,
 But frely yaf he to her conseileres 1550
 Yiftes grete, and to her officeres.
 As wolde god I leiser hadde, and tyme,
 By proces al his wowing for to ryme.
 But in this hous if
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