And sche with that, there as he lay,[398] 5590 Began him in hire armes clippe, And kist him with hir softe lippe,[399] And seide, ‘Sire, grant mercy.’ And he sone after was redy, And tok his leve forto go; In sori time dede he so. [Sidenote: =P. ii. 315=] This Tereüs goth forth to Schipe[400] With him and with his felaschipe; Be See the rihte cours he nam, Into the contre til he cam,[401] 5600 Wher Philomene was duellinge, And of hir Soster the tidinge He tolde, and tho thei weren glade, And mochel joie of him thei made. The fader and the moder bothe To leve here douhter weren lothe, Bot if thei weren in presence; And natheles at reverence Of him, that wolde himself travaile, Thei wolden noght he scholde faile[402] 5610 Of that he preide, and yive hire leve:[403] And sche, that wolde noght beleve, In alle haste made hire yare Toward hir Soster forto fare, With Tereüs and forth sche wente. And he with al his hole entente, Whan sche was fro hir frendes go, Assoteth of hire love so, His yhe myhte he noght withholde, That he ne moste on hir beholde; 5620 And with the sihte he gan desire,[404] And sette his oghne herte on fyre;[405] And fyr, whan it to tow aprocheth, To him anon the strengthe acrocheth, Til with his hete it be devoured, The tow ne mai noght be socoured. [Sidenote: =P. ii. 316=] And so that tirant raviner,[406] Whan that sche was in his pouer, And he therto sawh time and place, As he that lost hath alle grace, 5630 Foryat he was a wedded man, And in a rage on hire he ran, Riht as a wolf which takth his preie.[407] And sche began to crie and preie, ‘O fader, o mi moder diere, Nou help!’ Bot thei ne mihte it hiere, And sche was of to litel myht Defense ayein so ruide a knyht To make, whanne he was so wod That he no reson understod, 5640 Bot hield hire under in such wise, That sche ne myhte noght arise, Bot lay oppressed and desesed, As if a goshauk hadde sesed A brid, which dorste noght for fere Remue: and thus this tirant there[408] Beraft hire such thing as men sein Mai neveremor be yolde ayein, And that was the virginite: Of such Ravine it was pite. 5650 Bot whan sche to hirselven com, And of hir meschief hiede nom, And knew hou that sche was no maide, With wofull herte thus sche saide: ‘O thou of alle men the worste, Wher was ther evere man that dorste [Sidenote: =P. ii. 317=] Do such a dede as thou hast do? That dai schal falle, I hope so, That I schal telle out al mi fille, And with mi speche I schal fulfille 5660