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One does not know what good fortune is until he has made trial of evil." Thus the lady bemoaned her fate, while she dressed herself fitly in her richest robe. Yet nothing gave her any pleasure, but rather cause for deep chagrin. ONE DOES NOT KNOW WHAT GOOD FORTUNE IS UNTIL HE HAS MADE TRIAL OF EVIL THUS THE LADY BEMOANED HER FATE WHILE SHE DRESSED HERSELF FITLY IN HER RICHEST ROBE YET NOTHING GAVE HER ANY PLEASURE BUT RATHER CAUSE FOR DEEP CHAGRIN
ourself to take the road. Rise up from here, and dress yourself in your richest robe, and order your saddle to be put on your best palfrey." Now Enide is in great distress: very sad and pensive, she gets up, blaming and upbraiding herself for the foolish words she spoke: she had now made her bed, and must lie in it. "Ah!" said she, "poor fool! I was too happy, for there lacked me nothing. God! why was I so forward as to dare to utter such folly? God! did not my lord love me to excess? In faith, alas, he was too fond of me. And now I must go away into exile. But I have yet a greater grief, that I shall no longer see my lord, who loved me with such tenderness that there was nothing he held so dear. The best man that was ever born had become so wrapped up in me that he cared for nothing else. I lacked for nothing then. I was very happy. But pride it is that stirred me up: because of my pride, I must suffer woe for telling him such insulting words, and it is right that I should suffer woe. WITH REASON AND NOW AT ONCE PREPARE YOURSELF TO TAKE THE ROAD RISE UP FROM HERE AND DRESS YOURSELF IN YOUR RICHEST ROBE AND ORDER YOUR SADDLE TO BE PUT ON YOUR BEST PALFREY NOW ENID IS IN GREAT DISTRESS VERY SAD AND PENSIVE SHE GETS UP BLAMING AND UPBRAIDING HERSELF WITH THE FOOLISH WORDS SHE SPOKE SHE HAD NOW MADE HER BED AND MUST LIE IN IT AH SAID SHE POOR FOOL I WAS TOO HAPPY FOR THERE LACKED ME NOTHING GOD WHY WAS I SO FORWARD AS TO DARE TO UTTER SUCH FOLLY GOD DID NOT MY LORD LOVE ME TO EXCESS IN FAITH ALAS HE WAS TOO FOND OF ME AND NOW I MUST GO AWAY INTO EXILE BUT I HAVE YET A GREATER GRIEF THAT I SHALL NO LONGER SEE MY LORD WHO LOVED ME WITH SUCH TENDERNESS THAT THERE WAS NOTHING HE HELD SO DEAR THE BEST MAN THAT WAS EVER BORN HAD BECOME SO WRAPPED UP IN ME THAT HE CARED FOR NOTHING ELSE I LACKED FOR NOTHING THEN I WAS VERY HAPPY BUT PRIDE IT IS THAT STIRRED ME UP BECAUSE OF MY PRIDE I MUST SUFFER WOE FOR TELLING HIM SUCH INSULTING WORDS AND IT IS RIGHT THAT I SHOULD SUFFER WOE
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