Yonge Alisaundre hem overcaste, His fader, which him misbegat,[919] He slouh, a gret mishap was that; Bot for o mis an other mys Was yolde, and so fulofte it is; 2360 Nectanabus his craft miswente, So it misfell him er he wente. I not what helpeth that clergie Which makth a man to do folie, And nameliche of nigromance, Which stant upon the mescreance. [Sidenote: [ZOROASTER.]] And forto se more evidence, [Sidenote: Nota qualiter Rex Zorastes, statim cum ab vtero matris sue nasceretur, gaudio magno risit; in quo prenosticum doloris subsequentis signum figurabatur: nam et ipse detestabilis magice primus fuit inuentor, quem postea Rex Surrie dira morte trucidauit, et sic opus operarium consumpsit.] Zorastes, which thexperience Of Art magique ferst forth drouh, Anon as he was bore, he louh, 2370 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 81=] Which tokne was of wo suinge: For of his oghne controvinge He fond magique and tauhte it forth; Bot al that was him litel worth, For of Surrie a worthi king Him slou, and that was his endyng.[920] Bot yit thurgh him this craft is used, And he thurgh al the world accused, For it schal nevere wel achieve That stant noght riht with the believe: 2380 Bot lich to wolle is evele sponne, Who lest himself hath litel wonne, [Sidenote: [SAUL AND THE WITCH.]] An ende proveth every thing.[921] Saül, which was of Juys king, [Sidenote: Nota de Saule et Phitonissa.[922]] Up peine of deth forbad this art, And yit he tok therof his part. The Phitonesse in Samarie Yaf him conseil be Sorcerie, Which after fell to mochel sorwe, For he was slain upon the morwe. 2390 [Sidenote: Confessor.] To conne moche thing it helpeth, Bot of to mochel noman yelpeth: So forto loke on every side, Magique mai noght wel betyde. [Sidenote: [MAGIC TO BE ESCHEWED.]] Forthi, my Sone, I wolde rede That thou of these ensamples drede, That for no lust of erthli love Thou seche so to come above, Wherof as in the worldes wonder Thou schalt for evere be put under. 2400 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 82=] [Sidenote: Amans.] Mi goode fader, grant mercy, For evere I schal be war therby: Of love what me so befalle,[923] Such Sorcerie aboven alle Fro this dai forth I schal eschuie, That so ne wol I noght poursuie Mi lust of love forto seche. Bot this I wolde you beseche, Beside that me stant of love, As I you herde speke above 2410