123 adoune—adown
greet[e] weyȝt—grete weyhte
124 loke——foule—looken on the fool
PHILOSOPHY ENLIGHTENS BOETHIUS.
[SET MEDICINE INQUIT TEMPUS.]
Bvt tyme is now More need of medicine than of complaint. quod sche of medicine more þen of
compleynte. ¶ Forsoþe þen sche entendyng to
me warde wiþ al þe lokyng of hir eyen saide. Philosophy addresses Boethius. ¶ Art
not þou he quod sche þat sumtyme I-norschid wiþ my [128]
mylke and fostre[d] wiþ my meetes were ascaped and
comen to corage of a perfit man. ¶ Certys I ȝaf þe
syche armures þat ȝif þou þi self ne haddest first caste
hem away. þei schulden haue defendid þe in sykernesse [132]
þat may not be ouer-comen. ¶ Knowest þou me not.
[* fol. 4 b.] She fears his silence proceeds from shame rather than from stupidity. *Why art þou stille. is it for schame or for astonynge.
It were me leuer þat it were for schame. but it semeþ
me þat astonynge haþ oppressed þe. She finds him, however, in a lethargy, the distemper of a disordered mind. ¶ And whan [136]
sche say me not oonly stille. but wiþ-outen office of
tonge and al doumbe. sche leide hir honde softely vpon
my brest and seide. ¶ Here nis no peril quod sche.
¶ He is fallen in to a litargie. whiche þat is a comune [140]
sekenes to hertes þat ben desceiued. ¶ He haþ a litel
forȝeten hym self. but certis he schal lyȝtly remembren
hym self. ¶ Ȝif so be þat he haþ knowen me or now.
To make his recovery an easy matter, she wipes his eyes, which were darkened by the clouds of mortal things, and dries up his tears. and þat he may so done I wil wipe a litel hys eyen. [144]
þat ben derked by þe cloude of mortel þinges ¶ Þise
wordes seide sche. and wiþ þe lappe of hir garment
yplitid in a frounce sche dried[e] myn eyen þat were
ful of þe wawes of my wepynges. [148]
125, 126 þen—than
127 al—alle
saide—seyde
128 sumtyme—whilom
I-norschid—MS. I-norschide, C. noryssed
129 fostre[d]—fostered
my—myne
130 Certys—Certes
ȝaf, yaf