Note 320 — Chapter II · MORAL INFLUENCE

Ma dame, un jour, daigna tant s’abaisser, Parlant à moy, de doucement me dire: ‘Je ne te veux, amy, rien escond[u]ire Qui soit en moy, je te pry le penser.’ Et pour encor du tout récompenser Mon triste cueur de l’enduré martire, Sa blanche main hors du gand elle tire Et me la tend pour la mener danser. (Magny, p. 7.)

[My fair did condescend one day Sweetly to speak to me, and say: “My friend, nothing will I deny thee Of all I have, come prithee, try me.” And for to recompense my heart For all its grievous dole and smart, From out her glove she drew her lily hand, To lead her forth to dance did then command.]