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;