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Jason consents, and Medea passes to her chamber,
The Knight was curtas, & kendly he said :-
As ye wilne for to wirke & your wille folowe, 660 In dede be it done, as ye deuysede haue."
The lady with loutyng þen hir leue tase,
Third Boke: how Medea enformed Eason to
get the filese of Golde.
Medea longs for night.
(fol. 13 a.)
Here tellus pe tale, woso tentis after,
Whan Medea the maidon, þat I mynt have,
Of hir Janglyng with Jason & hir iuste wordys, 672 Hit neght to be night & the none past :
Sone the day ouerdroghe & the derke entrid,
Medea full myldly movede aboute,
Persauyt pertly, with hir pure artis,
þat all sad were on slepe, seruond & other.
Waknet vp a wydow, þat hir with dwellit,
He busket from his bede & þe burde folowid, 684 Till he come thurghe a cloyster to a clene halle,
bere Medea the mylde met hym hir one,
She sends a widow to guide Jason to her chamber.
JASON PROMISES TO WED MEDEA.
688 The old wedo on hir way wendys belyue,
And po louers ho leuyt lightly to-gedur.
Barret it bygly on hir best wise;
In solas full soberly he set hym þeron.
A triet Image she toke all of true golde, 696 Halowet was hertly in a highe nome
Of Joue, þat gentillis held for a iust god,
With light that was louely lemyng þer-In 700
Of suergys semly, þat set were aboute.
Medea brings an image of pure gold,
“Here I aske you hertely þat ye may het here, and asks Jason to
swear that he will With a solemne sacrement on this sure gode, fulfil all his
promises. 704 All be forward to fulfille, þat ye first made,
And þo couenaundes to kepe with a clene hert;
Euer from this owre to the ende of your lyffe ; (fol. 13 b.) 708 ffor no chaunce, but may cheue, chaunge your
« Shete.”) 712 All tho couenaundes to kepe, & for no cause let,
Whill hym lastes the lyffe: he laid on his hond.
On the falsity and dishonour of Jason.
But vnfaithfull freke, with pi fals cast,
pat such a lady belirt with þi lechur dedes, 716 bat put hur so plainly þi power vnto,
All þi wille for to wirke, pi worship to saue :
To mar such a maiden, who forsook all for tl'te,
720 Soche a maiden to mar þat þe most louet,
hat forsec hir fader & hir fre londe,
Wan þe thy worship & wilfull desire :
Storet thee to strenght & þi stythe londes,
With shame may pou shunt fro þi shire othes,
To betraut soche a trew, þat þe trust In:
Wete for þi werke þat þe shall wo happyn,
Hou failes not in faith of a fowle end.
shame on thee, Jason! Thou art
man sworne ; and a foul end awaits thee!
(fol. 14 a.) And thou, Medea, where was then thy foresight, and skill in the arts ?
Syn pou wist thurgh wit werdis to come,
That pou sogh not your sorow, þat thee suet after ?
And þow loket not large, for lust þat þe blyndit.
þat domes men dessauis & in doute bringes.
All be course for to know, þat is to cum after :
They pass into an inner chamber.
748 When he swiftly hade sworne to þat swete
MEDEA INSTRUOTS JASON.
tell him how he is to win the fleece,
752 bai solast hom samyn, as hom-seluon liket,
With venus werkes, þat hom well pleasid :
Whan þe day vp droghe & the dym voidet, 756 Thus Jason full ioyfull to pat gentill said :“ Hit is best þat we buske & of bede rise,
Jason bids Medea Lest þe day vs be-daghe & our dedes knowen,
And we founden in fere & oure fame loste; 760 And I vnformet in faith how I fare shall,
Of my dedes to do, as ye me dere heght.
bat I might lede be with luff into my londe home,
Medea to pat mighty myldly answarit :-
How ye dewly shall do, & no drede haue. 772 Ryse we now full radly, rest here no longer,
And I shall tell you full tyte, & tary no thing." (fol. 14 6.)
bat qwaint was & qwem, all of white siluer,
body. An oyntment þat was noble, anon she hym set, A noble ointment
him a charmed image, and bids him wear it next his heart.