The Roman de la Rose of François I

Danger throws the Lover out of the garden, f. 32v


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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)

 


The Roman de la Rose of François I Danger throws the Lover out of the garden, f. 32v

Back

Danger throws the Lover out of the garden, f. 32v

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)

 


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