Romance of the Rose (Ellis)/Chapter 20
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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.
The Lover put to flight
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,3060
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.”