This tells how Danger, filled with ire,
Expels, with ignominy dire,
The Lover, and Fair-Welcome eke,
Whose grief no words e'er framed could speak.
Fly, slave! Begone from out my sight,
Ere on your pate my club doth light!
This fool, Fair-Welcome, little knew
The man he gave his aid unto,
For in your speech have you betrayed
The treachery that my hand hath stayed;
Avaunt! nor seek you to explain
Your crime, with me fair words are vain.
Roman de la Rose, v. 3497-3520
(Trans. by F. S. Ellis)
This tells how Danger, filled with ire,
Expels, with ignominy dire,
The Lover, and Fair-Welcome eke,
Whose grief no words e'er framed could speak.
Fly, slave! Begone from out my sight,
Ere on your pate my club doth light!
This fool, Fair-Welcome, little knew
The man he gave his aid unto,
For in your speech have you betrayed
The treachery that my hand hath stayed;
Avaunt! nor seek you to explain
Your crime, with me fair words are vain.
Roman de la Rose, v. 3497-3520
(Trans. by F. S. Ellis)
