his moost beloued wyfe and espouse on lyue the whiche with his owne handes he hadde casten into the see / well may ye thynke that he had grete lyesse and Ioye / his sorowes were torned to myrthes and consolacyons He fyrst was vnfortunate lost londes / rychesses / wyfe / doughter / and al his other goodes / now he hath founde all agayne Thus the Ioye was so grete amonge theym that it can not be estemed / and anone it was spredde ouer all the countre that the abbesse had founde her husbande / wherof they of the cyte had grete Ioy / and put an other abbesse in her place And there they soiourned a certayne tyme and after they toke theyr leue thankynge the cytezyns and so departed mouÌ„ted vpon the se ¶ How Appolyn was crowned at Anthyoche / after retorned to the cyte of Tharcye caused execucyon to be done vpon Tranquyle Dyonyse his wyfe Ca. xxxvi Dyonyse Tranquyle APpolyn beynge vpon the see with his wyfe his doughter exployted so moche that they ariued at the cyte of Anthyoche / in the whiche cyte the crowne of the realme was kepte for Appolyn And there he was crowned with grete solempnyte and tryumphe was honourably receyued as to a kynge apperteyneth And than he departed thens retorned to his owne realme of Thyre where as he was also receyued with grete reuerence / and the feestes endured .viii. dayes for the loue of the quene and her doughter And for his welcome home he gaue vnto Anthygoras the sayd countree Than afterwarde they retorned vpon the see went so longe by theyr Iourneys that they aryued at the cyte of Tharcye / where as they were welcomed with grete Ioye And than Appolyn sent for Tranquyle and Dyonyse his wyfe / whan they were comen he went in to the myddes of the cyte stode vnder the ymage that was made to his symylytude / and torned hym to the people and sayd O you cytezyns of Tharcye ye haue caused me to endure many trybulacyons And they answered all nay lorde / but we alwayes haue sayd that the crowne of this cyte shold remayne to you for the benefaytes that in tyme past ye haue doone vnto vs / we ben all content for to lyue and deye with you And that ymage shall be for euer a memoryall of your goodnes Therfore I sayd it sayd Appolyn / for whan I went last out of your cyte I left and gaue my doughter with grete ryches to nourysshe vnto Tranquyle Dyonyse his wyfe whan I retorned to fetch her they wolde not rendre her to me Dyonyse that herynge began for to saye How sholde we haue rendred her to you whan she was deed / and your owne selfe felt the sauour that came from her whan ye redde the superscrypcion of the monument that the cytezyns dyde make for the honour of her and the loue of you Than Appolyn was somwhat moeued with impacyence whan he herde how falsely she made her excuse and made to call forthe his doughter Tarcye tofore al the people / and than he sayd to her My fayre doughter now must ye bere wytnesse and recorde of your dethe Than the maden came tofore Dyonyse and sayd God saue the Dyonyse I am Tarcye whiche is rysen from dethe vnto lyfe Whan the cursed woman herde her speke thus she began for to tremble for feere and wyst not what to say Than Tharcye commauÌ„ded for to brynge forthe thesclaue that sholde haue put her to dethe And as soone as she was comen Tarcye sayd to her Theophyle knowe thou that I am Tarcye of whome thou wolde haue smyten of the heed / wherfore I am comen hyder for be auenged and do the same to the. And therfore tell here openly who commaunded the so to doo And thesclaue sayd / certaynly it was Tranquyle and Dionyse his wyfe / and so tofore the cytezyns he recounted al theyr fayte and false preposycyon of theym Whan the cytezyns herde and vnderstode this they cryed all with one voyce brenne them / brenne them And incontynent without longer abydyng was made two grete fyres and in the one they put Tranquyle / and in the other Dyonyse his wyfe / and thus they fynysshed theyr dayes for theyr falsenes Than they wolde haue brent thesclaue / but Tarcie saued her lyfe and sayd For that thou suffred me to saye my prayers I was delyuered from dethe / therfore I wyll that thou be saued / also I gyue the an C. besauntes of golde / make the fre of all seruage / wherof she thanked her / went her waye makynge grete Ioye that she was so escaped ¶ How Appolyn was crowned kynge of Penthypolytayne / after his wyfes fader Ca. xxxvii AFter al these thyÌ„ges abouesayd Appolyn thaÌ„ked humbly the cytezyns abode there halfe a yere / and he toke his leue honourably mounted vpon the see and came to the cyte of Terme where as his wifes fader reygned And whan he knewe that his sone Appolyn and his doughter Archycastres came to hym he went met them with a grete coÌ„pany of lordes welcomed theym hyghly And there they abode a yere in grete Ioye solace And at the ende of the yere kynge Archystrates deyed for aege / and Appolyn honourably made hym to be entyered But or he deyed he gaue to Appolyn the cyte and dyademe of Terme whiche he receyued and was crowned with grete nobles and magnyfycence / and the other parte of his realme he deuyded after his pleasaunce / and gaue the one halfe therof vnto Archycastres his doughter / and the other halfe he gaue to Tarcye the wyfe of Anthygoras / and after that the doole was made a yere And at the ende of the yere euery persone began for to reioyce them And vpon a daye as Appolyn and his wyfe were talkynge of one thynge and other done in tymes past he bethought hym on the poore fyssher the whiche hadde gyuen hym the halfe of his mantell / and forth with he sente for hym The poore man was sore afrayed whan he herde the maundement of the kynge for he thought nomore on it / and so he came all heuely afore hym / and thaÌ„ Appolyn sayd to the quene Here is the man by the occasyon whome I recouerd that whiche I hadde lost in the see For he gaue me the one halfe of his mantell / and shewed me the way for to come to this cyte / where as I was well receyued of my lorde your fader whome god pardon And than he toke the fyssher by the hande and sayd Be ye not remembred how ye saued me and conforted me whan I had loste my shyppes was caste naked on the see syde / the poore man sayd yes my lorde Certes sayd Appolyn I sayd to you that yf euer I came to myn aboue I sholde thynke on you / incontynent he gaue hym .i. besauntes of golde / and thre fayre houses in the cyte / so that he that was the poorest was made the rychest Than he sent for hym that had brought hym tydynges from Anthyoche that kynge Anthyogus was deed / and made hym ryche in lykewyse as he dyde the other ¶ How kynge Appolyn dysceased and his wyfe also / and how theyr sone possessed theyr realmes Ca. xxxviii BY processe and length of tyme kynge Appolyn had a sone by his wyfe Archycastres the whiche was kynge and reygned after theym in the realme of Thyre Than they retorned in to Anthyoche lyued there the space of .lxxiiii. yere in grete Ioye noblesse / peas and tranquylyte And thus in his lyfe he was kynge of Thyre of Anthyoche / and of Terme / and of dyuers other realmes the whiche he helde and mayteyned in good peas durynge his lyfe And durynge his dayes he wrote and put in remembraunce the fortunes and peryllous aduentures the whiche vnto hym were happened and comen / and he compyled .vi. volumes of bokes / of the whiche one remayned in the temple of Dyane in the londe of Ephesym The seconde in the cyte of Terme The thyrde in the cyte of Anthyoche The fourthe in the cyte of Mylytayne The fyfth in the cyte of Tharcye And the syxte in his realme gentyll of Thyre After all these thynges and many other he dysceased out of this worlde / and in deyenge he enbraced his wyfe and kyssed her in takynge his loue And she for veray pure sorowe and loue enbrac d hym and makinge grete lamentacyons and complayntes she gaue vp her spyryte with hym / wherfore the realmes made grete doles and sorowe And than they were bothe taken vp and layde in an arche of golde and they were sepultured accordinge to theyr estate And thus it pleased almyghty god to call theym to his reygne and to fynyssâ—â— theyr regall nobles whiche myght not alway endure ¶ Thus endeth the moost pytefull hystory of the noble Appolyn somtyme kynge of Thyre newly translated out of frensshe in to englysshe And enprynted in the famous cyte of London in the Fletestrete at the sygne of the sonne by Wynkyn de worde In the yere of our lorde M. d. and .x. the .xxviii. daye of the moneth of February The fyrst yere of the reygne of the moost excellent and noble prynce our ryght naturall and redoubted souerayne lorde kynge Henry the .viii. wynkyn de worde
he called one of his gentylmen and badde hym for to go and se yf he myght fynde the poore man that played at the shelde hym and brynge hym to the courte Than the gentylman departed and founde Appolyn / and whan he sawe hym apparayled in so vyle and poore vestures he retorned without saynge of ony worde and went to the kynge and sayd Syr that man that ye demaunde ought and semeth to be a fyssher or elles a rower in a galey or els some shyppe swayne How knowest thou it sayd the kynge Certaynly his habyte or clothynge demonstreth and sheweth it by reason Ha sayd the kynge the habyte maketh not the relygyous man / and therfore incontynent retorne thou to hym and tell hym that I demaunde hym Than the gentylman retorned as the kynge commaunded hym founde Appolyn syttynge wepynge for his departynge from so noble a company and sayd to hym Aryse and come and speke with the kynge for he demaundeth the. This herynge Appolyn he wyped his vysage / and for to obey vnto the kynge he arose all sorowfull and folowed the gentylman vnto the gate of the kynges palays / and than he sayd vnto the gentylman Frende I wyll not entre for ony thynge for there within is none but men of worshyp grete estates / and to me for to entre within a palays royall so euyll arayed it were grete scorne and shame But goo vnto the kynge and praye hym to tell the his wyll and I shall abyde the here The squyre went vnto the kynge sayd Syr the poore man that ye demaunde is at the gate wyll not entre / for he sayth that he shall be ashamed for to come in to suche a noble court as yours is in so euyll foule clothȳge Than the kynge commaunded that he sholde haue one of his robes that he sholde be well clothed / and so it was done Whan kynge Appolyn was well appoynted he entred in to the palays / whan he came in to the hall he made reuerence ryght honourably vnto the kynge and vnto all the lordes and assystentes Thenne the kynge ryght curteysly welcomed hym and badde hym sytte saynge / thou shalte soupe this daye with me amonge my knyghtes Appolyn than beynge shamefast lete hȳselfe somwhat to be prayed but at the laste he sate hym downe at the table / and wtout etynge he behelde the noble company of lordes and grete estates for he had ben accustomed for to lyue in nobles and to be nourysshed in honour Thus as be loked all about a grete lorde that serued at the kynges table sayd vnto the kynge Certes syr this man wolde gladly your honour for he dooth not ete but beholdeth hertely your noble magnyfycence and is in poynt to wepe Certaynly sayd the kynge peraduenture he hath lost mo goodes than these ben / and therfore he hath remembraunce of theym now ¶ How kynge Appolyn souped in the kynges hall Ca. xi AS he sate and behelde the kynge bad hym ete and be mery better thinges and greter gyue you god And in saynge these wordes came in the kynges doughter accompanyed with many ladyes and damoyselles whose splendente beaute were to longe to endyte / for her rosacyate coloure was medled with grete fauour She dranke vnto her fader and to all the lordes / and to all them that had ben at the play of the shelde And as she behelde here and there she espyed kynge Appolyn than she sayd vnto her fader Syr what is he that sytteth so hye as by you / it semeth by hym that he is angry or sorowfull The kynge sayd I can not tell what he is my lefe doughter / but I sawe neuer so nimble and pleasaunt a player at the shelde and therfore haue I made hym for to come soupe with my knyghtes And yf ye wyll knowe what he is demaunde hym / for peraduēture he wyll tell you sooner than me And whan he hathe tolde you ye may tell hym some thynge gyue hym some good / for me thynke that he is departed frome some good place / and I thynke in my mynde that some thynge is be fallen hym for the whiche he is sory This sayd the noble damoysell wente vnto Appolyn sayd Fayre syr graunt me a boone And he graunted her with good herte / she sayd vnto hym All be it that your vysage be tryst heuy your behauour sheweth noblesse and facundyte / and therfore I pray you to tel me of your affayre and estate Appolyn answered / yf ye demaūde of my rychesses I haue lost them in the see The damoysell sayd I pray you that ye tell me of your aduētures that I may vnderstōde you playnly ¶ How Appolyn fell in conceyte with the kynges doughter of Terme for playenge on the harpe Ca. xii APpolyn herynge the wyll of the damoysell began for to tell his aduersytees and vnfortunate aduentures had vpon the see and elles where And whan he had ended his parlement he began for to wepe tenderly with many sadde syghes Whan the kynge sawe hym so wepe he sayd vnto his doughter Certaynly ye haue doone euyll / for thorow your wordes he hathe renouelled and begon his dolours Wherfore I wyll that for to appease all his sorowes and persuacyons ye gyue hym of myn all that it pleaseth you Whan the damoysell Archycastres vnderstode that she had puyssaunce for to gyue hym what she wolde she had grete pleasure / anone she came vnto Appolyn and sayd Leue thy wepynge from hensforthe / for syth it hath pleased vnto my fader that I gyue the of his goodes I shall make the ryche Appolyn all wepynge thanked her humbly sayd Honourable lady I thanke you of the worshyp that ye wold me more than I am worthy Durynge this tyme the kȳge came to his doughter and sayd Fayre doughter I praye you play a lytell vpon your harpe for to reioyce this gentyl man brȳge hym out of his heuy thoughtes in to lyghter The damoysel anone sent for her harpe / and whan it was comen she sowned so swetely as in the worlde had not ben her parayle Appolyn behelde her ryght amourosly sayd neuer aworde Than sayd the kȳge vnto hym Gentylmā what do ye thynke / eche man reioyceth of the feest of my doughter and ye say nothynge how say ye playeth she not well Syr sayd Appolyn your doughter sowneth meruaylously well and syngeth armonyously But yet for feere of your dyspleasure and hers yf I helde the harpe I coude shewe you where she fayleth Than the mayden gaue her harpe vnto Appolyn the whiche began to sowne to swetely that echone meruayled of his fayre playenge sayng that he was parfyte in the arte Than was the damoysell soo amourous on Appolyn that it may not be recounted / and than she sayd vnto her fader Ye haue promysed me that al that I wolde gyue vnto this gentylman sholde contente you Truly sayd the kynge I
forthwith he dyde sende them vnto Archycastres his doughter by Appolyn the whiche after salutacyon made presented them vnto-Archycastres saynge All the souerayne celestyall goddes gyue you good lyfe and Ioye The kynge your moost wel beloued fader greteth your ladyship by me symple and vnworthy seruaunt sendynge you these rolles for to certyfye whiche of the two prynces ye seme best vnto your honour and preemynence And whan the damoysell sawe herde the noble Appolyn speke so demurely and sawe the goodly countenaunce of hym and his behauoure she hadde grete Ioye and sayd Gentylman how ben ye comen here al alone without company or felawshyp Madame sayd Appolyn My lorde the kynge your fader sent me hyder with these two rolles and prayeth you that ye sende bryefly the responce Than the damoysell toke the rolles of Appolyn and began for to rede them / and whan she had redde theym she stode styll and sayd no worde / and than she behelde Appolyn in castynge a grete sygh and after she sayd vnto hym By the faythe of your body wolde ye not haue grete dolour in your herte yf I toke you to husbande and leue all other lordes for your sake Appolyn the whiche thought no harme answered and sayd Certes madame I sholde haue grete Ioye yf ye hadde suche a prynce to your make as vnto your hyghnes apperteyneth for there can none be to bountefull for your persone / for yeare parfyte in beaute / bounte / and scyence Certaynly sayd the damoysell Archicastres yf that ye loued me as moche as I loue you at the herte and courage ye wolde not saye as ye do for nothȳge And whan she hadde fynisshed her wordes she toke paper penne and ynke and by grete hardynesse of loue that enbraced her herte towarde Appolyn she wrote a lettre conteynynge the feruent desyre and amourous prouocacions of her mynde and sealed it with a knotte of loue / and than she gaue it vnto Appolyn her loue for to bere it to her fader / and the wrytynge sayd thus MY moost redoubted and of me moost honoured my lorde my fader syth that it hath pleased your grace for to wryte your mynde and voluntary goodnes vnto me your humble doughter and handmayden for myn honour and felycyte that is for to put me to the choyse of one of the two noble prynces for to elect and take to lorde and make / I indygne sauf onely by the feate of your hyghnes wherof I inwardly thanke you But knowe ye that I wyll and yf it please your haboundaunt bounte haue hym the whiche hath passed the daungerous vndes and perylles of the see / all other to refuse And meruayle you not of me so symple a vyrgyn without shame dyshonoure to haue wryten vnto you my wyll whiche I durste not shewe by the relacyon of my tonge ¶ How Appolyn bare lettres vnto the kynge Ca. xv Kynge Appolyn AS the lettre was made and sealed Appolyn receyued it of the fayre damoysell Archycastres and toke his leue of her ryght curteysly / she of hym full amourously / and lothe for to haue hym out of her felawshyp And whan he came before the kynge he delyuered hym the lettre Whan kȳge Archycastres had receyued it he went a lytel asyde redde it / whan it was redde he torned hym to the two prynces sayd Whiche of you hathe passed the perylles of the see Than answered one of them I am he The other prynce this herynge was moeued with anger sayd How darest thou say say suche thynges before the kynge and me For thou I haue ben nourysshed togyder all our lyfe dayes without separacyon and neuer we entred in to the see / how mayst thou than haue passed the perylles of it Whan the kynge vnderstode that it was none of them twayne he sayd Appolyn Rede ye this lettre for to se yf ye can vnderstande that the whiche I can not Appolyn at the kynges commaundement redde the lettre and founde that it spake of hym / than he waxed all reed and drewe hym asyde Than the kyng sayd / haue ye founde the tenoure of the lettre / Appolyn answered neuer a worde The kȳge behelde his countenaunce and sawe that he sayd no worde / he aduysed hym of the perylles of the see that Appolyn had passed and than he knewe perfytely that the lettre spake of hym and the loue that his doughter Archycastres had to hym / wherof he had grete Ioye in saynge vnto Appolyn / wherfore are ye ashamed of the endytynge of this letttre for I haue grete pleasure of that that my doughter wylleth the thȳge that I desyre Notwithstandynge that I neuer shewed nor durst tel ne make relacion to her of it Whan they hadde fynysshed theyr communycacyon the kynge wente towarde the two kynges sones and sayd Truely I tolde you that ye were not comen in a good season forcause of the infyrmite sykenesse of my doughter Archycastres / wherfore ye may retorne in to your countrees / and whan she is guarysshed and hole I shal sende for you for at this tyme ye can not spede This heryng the two prynces they were not well content And than they toke leue of the kynge honourably and retorned in to theyr countrees vnpurueyed of theyr entencyons Than the kynge Archycastres toke Appolyn by the hande and entred ioyously in to the palays so in to the chambre of the fayre damoysell Archycastres And as sone as she espyed her fader she salued hym honourable / and he rendred her salutacyon and sayd My moost welbeloued doughter whom haue ye chosen for your lorde and husbonde The damoysell herynge thexamynacyon of her fader espouentably kneled downe afore hym and sayd O myghty kynge and fader syth it hath pleased you for to knowe my mynde and femynyne volunte the whiche is reasonable / knowe ye therfore that I hadde leuer haue hym the whiche hath passed the daungerous passages of the see that is Appolyn than ony kynge or prynce that lyueth in this worlde And of one thynge the whiche I shall tell you I beseche you for to pardon me and that ye wyll accepte my petycyon / that is that yf ye gyue me not vnto hym certaynly ye shall lese me and neuer durynge my lyfe shal I haue Ioye and consolacyon without the presence of his persone And for his loue I haue suffred many infyrmytees and greuous afflyccyons of ardaunte desyres of loue syth the fyrst tyme that he played before the barony in your presence vpon my harpe without that euer ony knewe it The kynge herynge the amourous and pyteous wordes of his doughter sayd Ha welbeloued doughter know you certaynly that that the whiche pleaseth you dyspleaseth me not / and all your pleasure shall be fulfylled in this poynt at your owne desyre ¶ How kynge Appolyn espoused the fayre damoysel Archycastres the kynges doughter of Terme Ca. xvi THan incontynent kynge Archycastres sent for all the barons and grete
lordes of his realme sayd vnto them Lordes and frendes knowe ye that I wyll shewe vnto you myn entent wherfore that I haue sent for you The cause is this that I wyl gyue my doughter Archicastres vnto Appolȳ in maryage And therfore dysplease you not / for it pleaseth me and my doughter also And thanked be our lord that she hath chosen a mā so secrete and so intellectyf as he is Whan the barōs vnderstode the wordes of the kynge and the effect of his entent they were accorded were ryght Ioyfull of it The noble kynge seynge the perfyte wyll and true entēt of his baronny he was ryght well pleased and thanked thē saynge that as true subgectes they had accorded vnto theyr souerayne and lyege lorde And that he assygned vnto his barons a certayne day for to come vnto the spousayles of his doughter / for he wolde that they shold be there in the honourablest wyse that myght be ordeyned and had / that they sholde spare for none exspence / and so they dyde Whan the day of the spousaylles was comen the damoysell Archycastres was appareylled and aourned in the moost tryumphaunt maner that coude be deuysed / in clothes of golde set with fyne perles and precyous stones / and owches of grete value And the noble kynge Appolyn was clothed in the same suyte also Than after that the espousaylles was finysshed they reentred in to the palays with grete melody of mynstrelles and musycyens But for to recount of the seruyces that day / the tryumphe and noblesse of that feest the games and dedes of worthynes that was there determyned / of the ryche gyftes that were gyuē to lordes and ladyes it were to longe for to recount What sholde I make longe processe all thynge was doone so nobly that no man was myscontent / but reioyced gretly of the excellence therof And the feest accomplysshed and done the lordes estates of the realme toke theyr leue of the kynge at Appolyn and at the fayre damoysell Archicastres and retorned with grete Ioy and tryumphe in to theyr countrees and lordshyppes ¶ How tydynges came by a galey to kȳge Appolyn that the kynge of Anthyoche was deed xvj A Certayne tyme after the ryche maryage and espousalles of the noble Appolyn was acheued and done the damoysell Archicastres waxed grete of a doughter wherof the kyng her fader and Appolyn were ryght Ioyous Vpon a certayne day as Appolin came from studye / he and his spouse fayre Archycastres wente for to sporte them vpon the ryuage of the see / and as they walked vnder the shadowe of the boughes they sawe where as came swymmȳge a myghty vessel that aryued at the porte or hauen of the cyte Whan Appolyn hadde seen and beholden it a whyle he sayd fayre loue and lady lete vs go and se yonder fayre vessell / with a good wyll sayd Archicastres / so they wēte vnto the galey And whan Appolyn had longe beholden it and aduysed the maner and speche of the galyotes and by many other sygnes he knewe that it was of his realme of Thyre Thā he demaūded of the patron of whens the galey was / and wherfore it was so decked and arayed with blacke The patrō all sorowfully sayd / we ben of the kyngdome af Thyre Appolyn this herynge was gladde / in a maner sory / for he wyst not wherfore it was comē into the countree / whyder for his socoure or for to dystroy hym And than Appolyn sayd / ye ben of my countree Dere syr sayd the patron I knowe you not / but I pray you tell me yf it please you yf ye knowe ony tydynges of the lorde of Thyre Certaynly sayd Appolȳ I wote wher he is Alas syr sayd the patron for god / yf ye wolde shewe me hym ye myhht do to hym grete honour and to me grete Ioy and pleasure / for we ben comen hyder for to feche hym and to brynge hȳ in to his realme royall of Thyre / for kyng Anthiogus of Anthyoche his doughter for whō our noble kynge is out of his realme coūtree ben deed wretchedly by the thonder that fell vpō them / and all his kyngdomes / lordeshyppes and treasoures be kept for our good kynge Appolyn Than was Appolyn gladde and sayd vnto his wyfe archycastres Swete loue now may ye knowe yf the aduentures that I haue tolde you ben true or not And I praye you hertely as ye loue me that ye be not dyspleased of one thynge that is that I wyll go receyue my preteryte realme the other the whiche ben for me attendaūt and comen by ryght The damoysell than wepyng sayd Appolyn swete lorde and frende I thynke this that yf ye were ferre fro me ye wolde come vnto myn enfauntemēt and delyueraunce of chylde Wherfore I pray you that you leue me not alone / but haue me with you Appolyn seynge and vnderstandynge the parfyte loue that she hadde vnto hym sayd I am content yf it please my lorde youre fader Than wente the damoysell vnto the kynge her fader and sayd Right honoured and redoubted fader reioyce you and be mery / for true it is that kynge Anthiogus of Anthioche and his doughter ben put to dethe by thonder of the heuens for that he enhabyted kept her as paramours / and all his kyngedomes seygnouryes apperteyneth vnto my well beloued husbande lorde Appolyn the whiche wyll go and receyued them / for a galey of his countree is aryued at an hauen here by the whiche hath denounced vnto hym all the fayte / and abydeth tyll hy departe / wherfore I praye you yf it please you for to gyue me lycence to go with hym / for though ye lete go one doughter with the grace of the potencyall goddes we shall retorne twayne The kynge beynge gladde and Ioyfull of the wordes of his doughter of her tydynges he vnto her accorded in all that she wolde And anone he made to ordeyne and apparayle shyppes and dromōdes with all suche thinges as to them necessary was / and many ladyes and damoyselles and her nouryce named Lycordes for to helpe her yf necessyte happened And than Appolyn Archicastres toke leue of the kynge and in goodly aray they mounted vpon the see for to go vnto the realme of Anthyoche and Thyre ¶ How kyng Appolyn entred the see with his wyfe / and how she was delyuered of a doughter Ca. xviij KYnge Appolyn and Archycastres beynge on the see sayled longe with grete tryumphe and Ioye and so longe they exployted by theyr Iourneys that they came in to the hye see / and thā the fayre weder began for to chaunge and the wynde arose makynge grete noyse and it thondred and lyghtned impyteously that all they were sore abasshed Than on a daye after grete trauayle feere and payne Archycastres began for to trauayle of chylde with grete throwes and dyseases was delyuered of a fayre doughter /
that his doughter is deed of the colyke passyon or sekenesse of the wōbe And thus as they were spekynge Appolyn entred in to the hall whereas they were And whan the cursed malycyous womā espyed hym she toke of her spattle in stede of teeres she wette her eyen and her husbāde also / and in that maner they came afore kynge Appolyn makynge the gretest cōplayntes and lamentacions that myght be seen or herde And whan that Appolyn sawe thē in that plyght he sayd What meneth this that at my comynge hyder ye make these sorowes lamētable complayntes Certes sayd Dyonyse the grete dolours that we haue maketh vs thus to wepe And I shall tell you wherfore It is trouthe that your doughter Tarcye is dysceased and deed this other day of sodayne dethe Whan Appolyn herde these tydynges it nedeth not for to be demaūded yf he were sorowful or not for forthwith he fell in a swoune on the erthe / was a grete whyle that he myght not speke / whan he came agayne to hymselfe he sayd A my frendes the anguysshe and payne that streyneth my herte no man can tel Alas what may I do / cursed be fortune so vnstedfast and moenable I pray you gyue me her Iewelles that I may haue remēbraunce of her / and than anone they were delyuered vnto hym And thā the cursed woman sayd vnto hym We all the cytezyns haue had grete dole for the dethe of her / for the goodnes that ye haue done in tyme past vnto this cyte they haue made for her a fayre monumente or sepulture all of fyne syluer to entyer your doughter haue layde her at the fete of her nouryce as ye shall se Than the cursed wyfe doubtyng that he wolde go se the tombe of his doughter aduised her of a cautelous wyle / for in that hous was a shepe that had ben deed foure dayes that stanke ryght sore which she toke bare to Tarcyes tombe to th ende that Appolyn sholde thynke that the stynke came frome her / and than she retorned without makynge semblaunce of ony thynge ¶ Of the lamentacyon of kynge Appolyn Ca. xxviij AS kynge Appolyn had abyden there a whyle he sayd that he wolde go and se the monument of his dere and tendre dougther Tarcye and toke two or thre of his mooste secrete men for to go with hym / and cōmaūded his other seruauntes for to take the Iewelles and bere them to the shyppe / and so incontynent they dyde Than he went to the see syde and founde the sepulture of his doughter / than he foundred in teeres all wepyng with a greuous pange of trystres of herte he sayd O fortune And than with out power to pronoūce one onely word he stode styll / with a ryght sorowful courage he behelde the superscrypcyon that the cytezyns hadde made vpon the monument And knowe ye that there was a grete stynke about it forcause of the deed shepe that the cursed wyfe hadde put there / whan he had redde it he sayd with an hye voyce O mal heurous vnhappy eyen how may ye gyue me syght to se and rede the dyscrypcyon and remembraūce of the dethe of my doughter without source of lacrymous sprynges O vnhappy tongue how mayst thou pronoūce the fynall memoryall of my doughter O vnfortunate body how in what maner mayst thou be vpholden and susteyned with thyn other corporall membres / without tremblynge and fallynge downe prostrate with anguysshous sorowes makynge lamentacyon for thy naturall chylde / seynge that she that was so fayre delectable swete lyeth here foule abhomynable and stynkynge as a rotten beest or caryon Alas my doughter that somtyme was named the fayre Tarcye / now arte thou foule / lothely / and ferefull to loke vpon I am come oute of my realme noble of Thyre with grete bobaunce to fetche the and to mary the vnto a kynge or to some other potēcyall man with hye magnyfycēce / now I must leue the dystytute of all beaute bounte suauytude in a straunge regyon ferre from thy frendes and parentes And thā in maner of takynge his leue he sayd Farwell my doughter Tarcye the onely fode of my lyfe corporall Farwell the Ioyes of my dayes / farwell my cōforte and consolacyon / farwell farwell for neuer shall I se the more And in makynge these complayntes with many other he fell downe in a swoune / whan he reuyued and came agayne to hymselfe he went to the monumēt of his doughter takynge his leue he kyssed it And in that melancoly and dystresse he moūted vpon the see saynge that he wolde neuer haue Ioy ne consolacyon Than he purposed for to go in to his realmd of Thyre for to perfourme his dayes in dolourous lamentable sorewynges And whan they were nygh vnto Thyre al sodaynly the wynde reuerted agaynst them so impyteously that they were cōstreyned to abādon theyr vessell lete it folowe the cours of the water and wynde Whan Appolyn sawe the weder so impyteous stormy and pondred his countreuers fortunes for very pure anguysshe he lefte the rest of his caban and for no man he wolde retorne in to it but went byneth vnder the batche where as was no maner of clerenes nor lyght of the day / and there he laye wepynge sobbynge makynge his regretes bewaylynges / he was dryuē from cost to coste tyll all wery they were dryuen vnto the cyte of Mylytayne where as his doughter Tarcye was / but he knewe nothynge of it Thus they aryued vpō the feest of saynt Iohan on the whiche day the patron of the shyppe and all the company reioyced them for the good dayes sake Appolin was vnder the hatche in grete doloure / whan he herde the chere that they made he had grete meruayle and demaunded them wherfore they made suche Ioy and reuell / and the patron answered Syr we reioyce vs for the hyghe and solempne feest and for the loue of saynt Iohan for whom this day is made celebracyon solempnyte Than Appolyn sore syghynge vnto the sayd I pray you that ye euerychone assemble togyder make you mery for my sake And than he called his treasourer and commaūded hym for to gyue vnto eche of the maryners fyue pens of golde and a marke of syluer for to reioyce them with that day / and than he sayd to them I requyre you that ye pray all for me vnto our lorde that it may please hym for to sende me Ioy and conforte and releas of my bytter sorowes / and than all wepynge he made for to couer the hatche aboue his heed where as he sayd that he wolde lede his lyfe in tenebrosite and derkenes to the tyme that god sholde sende hym Ioy and cōsolacyon Thā the patron descended from the shyppe for to go and puruey for all suche thinges as to them was behouable And whan he was retorned he apparayled the