[Sidenote: Qualiter Rex et Regina in maritagium filie sue cum Appolino consencierunt.] The king ne wolde noght bewreie [Sidenote: =P. iii. 306=] The conseil for no maner hihe, Bot soffreth til he time sihe: And whan that he to chambre is come, He hath unto his conseil nome This man of Tyr, and let him se The lettre and al the privete, The which his dowhter to him sente: And he his kne to grounde bente 920 And thonketh him and hire also, And er thei wenten thanne atuo, With good herte and with good corage Of full Love and full mariage The king and he ben hol acorded. And after, whanne it was recorded Unto the dowhter hou it stod, The yifte of al this worldes good[1557] Ne scholde have mad hir half so blythe: And forth withal the king als swithe, 930 For he wol have hire good assent, Hath for the queene hir moder sent. The queene is come, and whan sche herde Of this matiere hou that it ferde, Sche syh debat, sche syh desese, Bot if sche wolde hir dowhter plese, And is therto assented full. Which is a dede wonderfull, For noman knew the sothe cas Bot he himself, what man he was; 940 And natheles, so as hem thoghte, Hise dedes to the sothe wroghte [Sidenote: =P. iii. 307=] That he was come of gentil blod: Him lacketh noght bot worldes good, And as therof is no despeir, For sche schal ben hire fader heir,[1558] And he was able to governe. Thus wol thei noght the love werne Of him and hire in none wise, Bot ther acorded thei divise[1559] 950 The day and time of Mariage. [Sidenote: Qualiter Appolinus filie Regis nupsit, et prima nocte cum ea concubiens ipsam impregnauit.] Wher love is lord of the corage, Him thenketh longe er that he spede; Bot ate laste unto the dede The time is come, and in her wise With gret offrende and sacrifise Thei wedde and make a riche feste, And every thing which was honeste[1560] Withinnen house and ek withoute It was so don, that al aboute 960 Of gret worschipe, of gret noblesse[1561] Ther cride many a man largesse[1562] Unto the lordes hihe and loude; The knyhtes that ben yonge and proude, Thei jouste ferst and after daunce. The day is go, the nyhtes chaunce Hath derked al the bryhte Sonne; This lord, which hath his love wonne, Is go to bedde with his wif, Wher as thei ladde a lusti lif,[1563] 970 And that was after somdel sene, For as thei pleiden hem betwene, [Sidenote: =P. iii. 308=] Thei gete a child betwen hem tuo, To whom fell after mochel wo. [Sidenote: Qualiter Ambaciatores a Tyro in quadam naui