They be not stedfast, but chaunge as the mone; Whan one is gone, they love another sone. Who that is single and wyll have a wyfe, Right out of joy he shall be brought in stryfe. Thus whan Godfrey did so mery make, There did a lady us sone overtake, And in her hand she had a knotted whyp; At every yerte she made Godfrey to skyppe. Alas! he sayd, that ever I was borne; Now am I take for all my mocke and scorne! I loked about whan that I herde hym crye, Seing this lady on her palfray ryde hye: Madame, I sayde, I pray you me tell Your proper name, and where that you dwell? My name, quod she, is called Correccion; And the toure of Chastite is my mancyon. This strong thefe, called False Reporte, Wyth Vylayne Courage, and an other sorte And vyle perlers False Conjecture, All these I had in pryson full sure. But this False Reporte hath broken pryson, With his subtyl crafte and evyl treason, And this journey prively to spede He hath clad him in this fooles wede. Now have I answered you your question, And I pray you of a lyke solucion; You seme, me thinke, for to be a knight; I pray you first to tell me your name aryght. My name, quod I, is La Graund Amour. A! well, quod she, you are the perfite floure Of al true lovers, as I do wel know; You shall attayne La Belle Pucell, I trow. I know right well ye are adventurous, Onward your way to the toure peryllous; And for as much as the night is nere, I humbly pray you for to take the chere That I may make you in my toure this night: It is here by, you shall of it have a sight. And I pray you to helpe me to bynde This False Reporte, as you should do by kynde. What! Godfrey, quod I, wyll you chaunge your name? Nay, nay, quod he, it was for no shame; But, alas! for wo, that she hath me taken! I must obey, it can not be forsaken. His fete were fettered underneth his nagge, And bound his handes behinde to his bagge; Thus Correction, with her whyp did dryve The litle nagge wyth Godfrey Gobelyve Tyll at the last we gan to approche Her riall tour upon a craggy roche. The night was come, for it was right late; Yet right anone we came unto the gate, Where we were let in by dame Measure, That was a fayre and a goodly creature. And so Correccion brought me to the hall, Of gete well wrought, glased with cristall; The rofe was golde, and amiddes was set A carbuncle that was large and great, Whose vertue clere in the hall so bryght About did cast a great mervaylous lyght. So forth we went unto a chamber fayre, Where many ladies did them selfe repayre, And at our coming than incontinent They welcomed us as was convenient. But of Correccyon they were very glad, Which False Reporte agayne take had. There was quene Phantasyle with Penalape, Quene Helayne and quene Menelape, Quene Ythesile and quene Prosperine, The lady Meduse and yong Polixine; With many mo that I do not rehearse: