Here begynnethe the boke calledde Iohn bochas descriuinge the falle of princis princessis [and] other nobles tra[n]slated i[n]to englissh by Iohn ludgate mo[n]ke of the monastery of seint edmu[n]des Bury ...
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- Here begynnethe the boke calledde Iohn bochas descriuinge the falle of princis princessis [and] other nobles tra[n]slated i[n]to englissh by Iohn ludgate mo[n]ke of the monastery of seint edmu[n]des Bury ...
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- Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375.
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- [London :: Printed by Richard Pynson,
- 1494 (27 Jan.)]
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- Kings and rulers -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
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"Here begynnethe the boke calledde Iohn bochas descriuinge the falle of princis princessis [and] other nobles tra[n]slated i[n]to englissh by Iohn ludgate mo[n]ke of the monastery of seint edmu[n]des Bury ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16251.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 8, 2024.
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AFtir this Pirrus cam canace the faire
Te••ys distyllynge from hir iyen tweyne
And hir brother that callyd was machaire
And both they pitoussly gan pleyne
That fortune gan at theym so disdeyne
Hyndrynge their fate by wofull auenture
Touchinge their loue which was ageyne nature
He was hi•• brother and hir loue also
As the story plenly doth declare
And in a bed they lay eke both two
Reson was none why they shulde spare
But loue that causeth wo and eke welfare
Gan ageyn kinde so straungely deuyse
That he hir wombe made sodenly to arise
And fynally myn auctoure berith witnesse
A childe she had by hir owne brother
Which excelled in fauoure and fairenesse
For like to him of bewtie was none other
But of their loue so guyed was the rother
That Caribdis twene wyndis full contraire
Hath Canace destroied and machaire
For whan their fader the maner dyd espie
Of their werkynge which was so horrible
For Ire almoost he fyll in frens••e
Which for to appese was an impossible
For the mater was frowarde and odible
For which playnly deuoyde of all pite
Vpon their trespas he wolde auengyd be
The cause knowen the fader anone right
Last for their deth of rigour to prouide
For which machaire fled oute of his sight
And from his face his presence gan to hide
But woo alas his suster muste abyde
Merciles for their hatefull trespace
Suffre deth there was none other grace
First hir fadre a sharpe swerde to hir sent
In token of deth for a remembraunce
And whan she wist playnly what he ment
And conceyued his rigorous ordenaunce
With hole purpos to obey his plesaunce
She grutchith nat but lowly of entent
Lyke a meke doughter to his desire assent
But or she dyed she cast for to write
A litell lettre to hir brother dere
A dedly compleynt compleyne and endite
With pale face and a mortall chere
The salt terys from hir iyen clere
With pitous sobbynge set from hir hertis bringe
Distyllynge downe to tempre with hir ynke