< Confessio Amantis < Incipit Liber Primus

Naturatus amor nature legibus orbem
  Subdit, et vnanimes concitat esse feras:
Huius enim mundi Princeps amor esse videtur,
  Cuius eget diues, pauper et omnis ope.
Sunt in agone pares amor et fortuna, que cecas
  Plebis ad insidias vertit vterque rotas.
Est amor egra salus, vexata quies, pius error,
  Bellica pax, vulnus dulce, suaue malum.

1I may noght strecche up to the hevene
2Min hand, ne setten al in evene
3This world, which evere is in balance:
4It stant noght in my sufficance
5So grete thinges to compasse,
6Bot I mot lete it overpasse
7And treten upon othre thinges.
8Forthi the Stile of my writinges
9Fro this day forth I thenke change
10And speke of thing is noght so strange,
11Which every kinde hath upon honde,
12And wherupon the world mot stonde,
13And hath don sithen it began,
14And schal whil ther is any man;
15And that is love, of which I mene
16To trete, as after schal be sene.
17In which ther can noman him reule,
18For loves lawe is out of reule,
19That of tomoche or of tolite
20Welnyh is every man to wyte,
21And natheles ther is noman
22In al this world so wys, that can
23Of love tempre the mesure,
24Bot as it falth in aventure:
25For wit ne strengthe may noght helpe,
26And he which elles wolde him yelpe
27Is rathest throwen under fote,
28Ther can no wiht therof do bote.
29For yet was nevere such covine,
30That couthe ordeine a medicine
31To thing which god in lawe of kinde
32Hath set, for ther may noman finde
33The rihte salve of such a Sor.
34It hath and schal ben everemor
35That love is maister wher he wile,
36Ther can no lif make other skile;
37For wher as evere him lest to sette,
38Ther is no myht which him may lette.
39Bot what schal fallen ate laste,
40The sothe can no wisdom caste,
41Bot as it falleth upon chance;
42For if ther evere was balance
43Which of fortune stant governed,
44I may wel lieve as I am lerned
45That love hath that balance on honde,
46Which wol no reson understonde.
47For love is blind and may noght se,
48Forthi may no certeinete
49Be set upon his jugement,
50Bot as the whiel aboute went
51He yifth his graces undeserved,
52And fro that man which hath him served
53Fulofte he takth aweye his fees,
54As he that pleieth ate Dees,
55And therupon what schal befalle
56He not, til that the chance falle,
57Wher he schal lese or he schal winne.
58And thus fulofte men beginne,
59That if thei wisten what it mente,
60Thei wolde change al here entente.
61And forto proven it is so,
62I am miselven on of tho,
63Which to this Scole am underfonge.
64For it is siththe go noght longe,
65As forto speke of this matiere,
66I may you telle, if ye woll hiere,
67A wonder hap which me befell,
68That was to me bothe hard and fell,
69Touchende of love and his fortune,
70The which me liketh to comune
71And pleinly forto telle it oute.
72To hem that ben lovers aboute
73Fro point to point I wol declare
74And wryten of my woful care,
75Mi wofull day, my wofull chance,
76That men mowe take remembrance
77Of that thei schall hierafter rede:
78For in good feith this wolde I rede,
79That every man ensample take
80Of wisdom which him is betake,
81And that he wot of good aprise
82To teche it forth, for such emprise
83Is forto preise; and therfore I
84Woll wryte and schewe al openly
85How love and I togedre mette,
86Wherof the world ensample fette
87Mai after this, whan I am go,
88Of thilke unsely jolif wo,
89Whos reule stant out of the weie,
90Nou glad and nou gladnesse aweie,
91And yet it may noght be withstonde
92For oght that men may understonde.
93Upon the point that is befalle
94Of love, in which that I am falle,
95I thenke telle my matiere:
96Now herkne, who that wol it hiere,
97Of my fortune how that it ferde.
98This enderday, as I forthferde
99To walke, as I yow telle may,-
100And that was in the Monthe of Maii,
101Whan every brid hath chose his make
102And thenkth his merthes forto make
103Of love that he hath achieved;
104Bot so was I nothing relieved,
105For I was further fro my love
106Than Erthe is fro the hevene above,
107As forto speke of eny sped:
108So wiste I me non other red,
109Bot as it were a man forfare
110Unto the wode I gan to fare,
111Noght forto singe with the briddes,
112For whanne I was the wode amiddes,
113I fond a swote grene pleine,
114And ther I gan my wo compleigne
115Wisshinge and wepinge al myn one,
116For other merthes made I none.
117So hard me was that ilke throwe,
118That ofte sithes overthrowe
119To grounde I was withoute breth;
120And evere I wisshide after deth,
121Whanne I out of my peine awok,
122And caste up many a pitous lok
123Unto the hevene, and seide thus:
124"O thou Cupide, O thou Venus,
125Thou god of love and thou goddesse,
126Wher is pite? wher is meknesse?
127Now doth me pleinly live or dye,
128For certes such a maladie
129As I now have and longe have hadd,
130It myhte make a wisman madd,
131If that it scholde longe endure.
132O Venus, queene of loves cure,
133Thou lif, thou lust, thou mannes hele,
134Behold my cause and my querele,
135And yif me som part of thi grace,
136So that I may finde in this place
137If thou be gracious or non."
138And with that word I sawh anon
139The kyng of love and qweene bothe;
140Bot he that kyng with yhen wrothe
141His chiere aweiward fro me caste,
142And forth he passede ate laste.
143Bot natheles er he forth wente
144A firy Dart me thoghte he hente
145And threw it thurgh myn herte rote:
146In him fond I non other bote,
147For lenger list him noght to duelle.
148Bot sche that is the Source and Welle
149Of wel or wo, that schal betide
150To hem that loven, at that tide
151Abod, bot forto tellen hiere
152Sche cast on me no goodly chiere:
153Thus natheles to me sche seide,
154"What art thou, Sone?" and I abreide
155Riht as a man doth out of slep,
156And therof tok sche riht good kep
157And bad me nothing ben adrad:
158Bot for al that I was noght glad,
159For I ne sawh no cause why.
160And eft scheo asketh, what was I:
161I seide, "A Caitif that lith hiere:
162What wolde ye, my Ladi diere?
163Schal I ben hol or elles dye?"
164Sche seide, "Tell thi maladie:
165What is thi Sor of which thou pleignest?
166Ne hyd it noght, for if thou feignest,
167I can do the no medicine."
168"Ma dame, I am a man of thyne,
169That in thi Court have longe served,
170And aske that I have deserved,
171Some wele after my longe wo."
172And sche began to loure tho,
173And seide, "Ther is manye of yow
174Faitours, and so may be that thow
175Art riht such on, and be feintise
176Seist that thou hast me do servise."
177And natheles sche wiste wel,
178Mi world stod on an other whiel
179Withouten eny faiterie:
180Bot algate of my maladie
181Sche bad me telle and seie hir trowthe.
182"Ma dame, if ye wolde have rowthe,"
183Quod I, "than wolde I telle yow."
184"Sey forth," quod sche, "and tell me how;
185Schew me thi seknesse everydiel."
186"Ma dame, that can I do wel,
187Be so my lif therto wol laste."
188With that hir lok on me sche caste,
189And seide: "In aunter if thou live,
190Mi will is ferst that thou be schrive;
191And natheles how that it is
192I wot miself, bot for al this
193Unto my prest, which comth anon,
194I woll thou telle it on and on,
195Bothe all thi thoght and al thi werk.
196O Genius myn oghne Clerk,
197Com forth and hier this mannes schrifte,"
198Quod Venus tho; and I uplifte
199Min hefd with that, and gan beholde
200The selve Prest, which as sche wolde
201Was redy there and sette him doun
202To hiere my confessioun.
203This worthi Prest, this holy man
204To me spekende thus began,
205And seide: "Benedicite,
206Mi Sone, of the felicite
207Of love and ek of all the wo
208Thou schalt thee schrive of bothe tuo.
209What thou er this for loves sake
210Hast felt, let nothing be forsake,
211Tell pleinliche as it is befalle."
212And with that word I gan doun falle
213On knees, and with devocioun
214And with full gret contricioun
215I seide thanne: "Dominus,
216Min holi fader Genius,
217So as thou hast experience
218Of love, for whos reverence
219Thou schalt me schriven at this time,
220I prai the let me noght mistime
221Mi schrifte, for I am destourbed
222In al myn herte, and so contourbed,
223That I ne may my wittes gete,
224So schal I moche thing foryete:
225Bot if thou wolt my schrifte oppose
226Fro point to point, thanne I suppose,
227Ther schal nothing be left behinde.
228Bot now my wittes ben so blinde,
229That I ne can miselven teche."
230Tho he began anon to preche,
231And with his wordes debonaire
232He seide tome softe and faire:
233"Thi schrifte to oppose and hiere,
234My Sone, I am assigned hiere
235Be Venus the godesse above,
236Whos Prest I am touchende of love.
237Bot natheles for certein skile
238I mot algate and nedes wile
239Noght only make my spekynges
240Of love, bot of othre thinges,
241That touchen to the cause of vice.
242For that belongeth to thoffice
243Of Prest, whos ordre that I bere,
244So that I wol nothing forbere,
245That I the vices on and on
246Ne schal thee schewen everychon;
247Wherof thou myht take evidence
248To reule with thi conscience.
249Bot of conclusion final
250Conclude I wol in special
251For love, whos servant I am,
252And why the cause is that I cam.
253So thenke I to don bothe tuo,
254Ferst that myn ordre longeth to,
255The vices forto telle arewe,
256Bot next above alle othre schewe
257Of love I wol the propretes,
258How that thei stonde be degrees
259After the disposicioun
260Of Venus, whos condicioun
261I moste folwe, as I am holde.
262For I with love am al withholde,
263So that the lasse I am to wyte,
264Thogh I ne conne bot a lyte
265Of othre thinges that ben wise:
266I am noght tawht in such a wise;
267For it is noght my comun us
268To speke of vices and vertus,
269Bot al of love and of his lore,
270For Venus bokes of nomore
271Me techen nowther text ne glose.
272Bot for als moche as I suppose
273It sit a prest to be wel thewed,
274And schame it is if he be lewed,
275Of my Presthode after the forme
276I wol thi schrifte so enforme,
277That ate leste thou schalt hiere
278The vices, and to thi matiere
279Of love I schal hem so remene,
280That thou schalt knowe what thei mene.
281For what a man schal axe or sein
282Touchende of schrifte, it mot be plein,
283It nedeth noght to make it queinte,
284For trowthe hise wordes wol noght peinte:
285That I wole axe of the forthi,
286My Sone, it schal be so pleinly,
287That thou schalt knowe and understonde
288The pointz of schrifte how that thei stonde."
289Betwen the lif and deth I herde
290This Prestes tale er I answerde,
291And thanne I preide him forto seie
292His will, and I it wolde obeie
293After the forme of his apprise.
294Tho spak he tome in such a wise,
295And bad me that I scholde schrive
296As touchende of my wittes fyve,
297And schape that thei were amended
298Of that I hadde hem misdispended.
299For tho be proprely the gates,
300Thurgh whiche as to the herte algates
301Comth alle thing unto the feire,
302Which may the mannes Soule empeire.
303And now this matiere is broght inne,
304Mi Sone, I thenke ferst beginne
305To wite how that thin yhe hath stonde,
306The which is, as I understonde,
307The moste principal of alle,
308Thurgh whom that peril mai befalle.
309And forto speke in loves kinde,
310Ful manye suche a man mai finde,
311Whiche evere caste aboute here yhe,
312To loke if that thei myhte aspie
313Fulofte thing which hem ne toucheth,
314Bot only that here herte soucheth
315In hindringe of an other wiht;
316And thus ful many a worthi knyht
317And many a lusti lady bothe
318Have be fulofte sythe wrothe.
319So that an yhe is as a thief
320To love, and doth ful gret meschief;
321And also for his oghne part
322Fulofte thilke firy Dart
323Of love, which that evere brenneth,
324Thurgh him into the herte renneth:
325And thus a mannes yhe ferst
326Himselve grieveth alther werst,
327And many a time that he knoweth
328Unto his oghne harm it groweth.
329Mi Sone, herkne now forthi
330A tale, to be war therby
331Thin yhe forto kepe and warde,
332So that it passe noght his warde.
333Ovide telleth in his bok
334Ensample touchende of mislok,
335And seith hou whilom ther was on,
336A worthi lord, which Acteon
337Was hote, and he was cousin nyh
338To him that Thebes ferst on hyh
339Up sette, which king Cadme hyhte.
340This Acteon, as he wel myhte,
341Above alle othre caste his chiere,
342And used it fro yer to yere,
343With Houndes and with grete Hornes
344Among the wodes and the thornes
345To make his hunting and his chace:
346Where him best thoghte in every place
347To finde gamen in his weie,
348Ther rod he forto hunte and pleie.
349So him befell upon a tide
350On his hunting as he cam ride,
351In a Forest al one he was:
352He syh upon the grene gras
353The faire freisshe floures springe,
354He herde among the leves singe
355The Throstle with the nyhtingale:
356Thus er he wiste into a Dale
357He cam, wher was a litel plein,
358All round aboute wel besein
359With buisshes grene and Cedres hyhe;
360And ther withinne he caste his yhe.
361Amidd the plein he syh a welle,
362So fair ther myhte noman telle,
363In which Diana naked stod
364To bathe and pleie hire in the flod
365With many a Nimphe, which hire serveth.
366Bot he his yhe awey ne swerveth
367Fro hire, which was naked al,
368And sche was wonder wroth withal,
369And him, as sche which was godesse,
370Forschop anon, and the liknesse
371Sche made him taken of an Hert,
372Which was tofore hise houndes stert,
373That ronne besiliche aboute
374With many an horn and many a route,
375That maden mochel noise and cry:
376And ate laste unhappely
377This Hert his oghne houndes slowhe
378And him for vengance al todrowhe.
379Lo now, my Sone, what it is
380A man to caste his yhe amis,
381Which Acteon hath dere aboght;
382Be war forthi and do it noght.
383For ofte, who that hiede toke,
384Betre is to winke than to loke.
385And forto proven it is so,
386Ovide the Poete also
387A tale which to this matiere
388Acordeth seith, as thou schalt hiere.
389In Metamor it telleth thus,
390How that a lord which Phorceuµs
391Was hote, hadde dowhtres thre.
392Bot upon here nativite
393Such was the constellacion,
394That out of mannes nacion
395Fro kynde thei be so miswent,
396That to the liknesse of Serpent
397Thei were bore, and so that on
398Of hem was cleped Stellibon,
399That other soster Suriale,
400The thridde, as telleth in the tale,
401Medusa hihte, and natheles
402Of comun name Gorgones
403In every contre ther aboute,
404As Monstres whiche that men doute,
405Men clepen hem; and bot on yhe
406Among hem thre in pourpartie
407Thei hadde, of which thei myhte se,
408Now hath it this, now hath it sche;
409After that cause and nede it ladde,
410Be throwes ech of hem it hadde.
411A wonder thing yet more amis
412Ther was, wherof I telle al this:
413What man on hem his chiere caste
414And hem behield, he was als faste
415Out of a man into a Ston
416Forschape, and thus ful manyon
417Deceived were, of that thei wolde
418Misloke, wher that thei ne scholde.
419Bot Perseuµs that worthi knyht,
420Whom Pallas of hir grete myht
421Halp, and tok him a Schield therto,
422And ek the god Mercurie also
423Lente him a swerd, he, as it fell,
424Beyende Athlans the hihe hell
425These Monstres soghte, and there he fond
426Diverse men of thilke lond
427Thurgh sihte of hem mistorned were,
428Stondende as Stones hiere and there.
429Bot he, which wisdom and prouesse
430Hadde of the god and the godesse,
431The Schield of Pallas gan enbrace,
432With which he covereth sauf his face,
433Mercuries Swerd and out he drowh,
434And so he bar him that he slowh
435These dredful Monstres alle thre.
436Lo now, my Sone, avise the,
437That thou thi sihte noght misuse:
438Cast noght thin yhe upon Meduse,
439That thou be torned into Ston:
440For so wys man was nevere non,
441Bot if he wel his yhe kepe
442And take of fol delit no kepe,
443That he with lust nys ofte nome,
444Thurgh strengthe of love and overcome.
445Of mislokynge how it hath ferd,
446As I have told, now hast thou herd,
447My goode Sone, and tak good hiede.
448And overthis yet I thee rede
449That thou be war of thin heringe,
450Which to the Herte the tidinge
451Of many a vanite hath broght,
452To tarie with a mannes thoght.
453And natheles good is to hiere
454Such thing wherof a man may lere
455That to vertu is acordant,
456And toward al the remenant
457Good is to torne his Ere fro;
458For elles, bot a man do so,
459Him may fulofte mysbefalle.
460I rede ensample amonges alle,
461Wherof to kepe wel an Ere
462It oghte pute a man in fere.
463A Serpent, which that Aspidis
464Is cleped, of his kynde hath this,
465That he the Ston noblest of alle,
466The which that men Carbuncle calle,
467Berth in his hed above on heihte.
468For which whan that a man be sleyhte,
469The Ston to winne and him to daunte,
470With his carecte him wolde enchaunte,
471Anon as he perceiveth that,
472He leith doun his on Ere al plat
473Unto the ground, and halt it faste,
474And ek that other Ere als faste
475He stoppeth with his tail so sore,
476That he the wordes lasse or more
477Of his enchantement ne hiereth;
478And in this wise himself he skiereth,
479So that he hath the wordes weyved
480And thurgh his Ere is noght deceived.
481An othre thing, who that recordeth,
482Lich unto this ensample acordeth,
483Which in the tale of Troie I finde.
484Sirenes of a wonder kynde
485Ben Monstres, as the bokes tellen,
486And in the grete Se thei duellen:
487Of body bothe and of visage
488Lik unto wommen of yong age
489Up fro the Navele on hih thei be,
490And doun benethe, as men mai se,
491Thei bere of fisshes the figure.
492And overthis of such nature
493Thei ben, that with so swete a stevene
494Lik to the melodie of hevene
495In wommanysshe vois thei singe,
496With notes of so gret likinge,
497Of such mesure, of such musike,
498Wherof the Schipes thei beswike
499That passen be the costes there.
500For whan the Schipmen leie an Ere
501Unto the vois, in here avys
502Thei wene it be a Paradys,
503Which after is to hem an helle.
504For reson may noght with hem duelle,
505Whan thei tho grete lustes hiere;
506Thei conne noght here Schipes stiere,
507So besiliche upon the note
508Thei herkne, and in such wise assote,
509That thei here rihte cours and weie
510Foryete, and to here Ere obeie,
511And seilen til it so befalle
512That thei into the peril falle,
513Where as the Schipes be todrawe,
514And thei ben with the Monstres slawe.
515Bot fro this peril natheles
516With his wisdom king Uluxes
517Ascapeth and it overpasseth;
518For he tofor the hond compasseth
519That noman of his compaignie
520Hath pouer unto that folie
521His Ere for no lust to caste;
522For he hem stoppede alle faste,
523That non of hem mai hiere hem singe.
524So whan they comen forth seilinge,
525Ther was such governance on honde,
526That thei the Monstres have withstonde
527And slain of hem a gret partie.
528Thus was he sauf with his navie,
529This wise king, thurgh governance.
530Wherof, my Sone, in remembrance
531Thou myht ensample taken hiere,
532As I have told, and what thou hiere
533Be wel war, and yif no credence,
534Bot if thou se more evidence.
535For if thou woldest take kepe
536And wisly cowthest warde and kepe
537Thin yhe and Ere, as I have spoke,
538Than haddest thou the gates stoke
539Fro such Sotie as comth to winne
540Thin hertes wit, which is withinne,
541Wherof that now thi love excedeth
542Mesure, and many a peine bredeth.
543Bot if thou cowthest sette in reule
544Tho tuo, the thre were eth to reule:
545Forthi as of thi wittes five
546I wole as now nomore schryve,
547Bot only of these ilke tuo.
548Tell me therfore if it be so,
549Hast thou thin yhen oght misthrowe?
550Mi fader, ye, I am beknowe,
551I have hem cast upon Meduse,
552Therof I may me noght excuse:
553Min herte is growen into Ston,
554So that my lady therupon
555Hath such a priente of love grave,
556That I can noght miselve save.
557What seist thou, Sone, as of thin Ere?
558Mi fader, I am gultyf there;
559For whanne I may my lady hiere,
560Mi wit with that hath lost his Stiere:
561I do noght as Uluxes dede,
562Bot falle anon upon the stede,
563Wher as I se my lady stonde;
564And there, I do yow understonde,
565I am topulled in my thoght,
566So that of reson leveth noght,
567Wherof that I me mai defende.
568My goode Sone, god thamende:
569For as me thenketh be thi speche
570Thi wittes ben riht feer to seche.
571As of thin Ere and of thin yhe
572I woll nomore specefie,
573Bot I woll axen overthis
574Of othre thing how that it is.
575Mi Sone, as I thee schal enforme,
576Ther ben yet of an other forme
577Of dedly vices sevene applied,
578Wherof the herte is ofte plied
579To thing which after schal him grieve.
580The ferste of hem thou schalt believe
581Is Pride, which is principal,
582And hath with him in special
583Ministres five ful diverse,
584Of whiche, as I the schal reherse,
585The ferste is seid Ypocrisie.
586If thou art of his compaignie,
587Tell forth, my Sone, and schrif the clene.
588I wot noght, fader, what ye mene:
589Bot this I wolde you beseche,
590That ye me be som weie teche
591What is to ben an ypocrite;
592And thanne if I be forto wyte,
593I wol beknowen, as it is.
594Mi Sone, an ypocrite is this,-
595A man which feigneth conscience,
596As thogh it were al innocence,
597Withoute, and is noght so withinne;
598And doth so for he wolde winne
599Of his desir the vein astat.
600And whanne he comth anon therat,
601He scheweth thanne what he was,
602The corn is torned into gras,
603That was a Rose is thanne a thorn,
604And he that was a Lomb beforn
605Is thanne a Wolf, and thus malice
606Under the colour of justice
607Is hid; and as the poeple telleth,
608These ordres witen where he duelleth,
609As he that of here conseil is,
610And thilke world which thei er this
611Forsoken, he drawth in ayein:
612He clotheth richesse, as men sein,
613Under the simplesce of poverte,
614And doth to seme of gret decerte
615Thing which is litel worth withinne:
616He seith in open, fy! to Sinne,
617And in secre ther is no vice
618Of which that he nis a Norrice:
619And evere his chiere is sobre and softe,
620And where he goth he blesseth ofte,
621Wherof the blinde world he dreccheth.
622Bot yet al only he ne streccheth
623His reule upon religioun,
624Bot next to that condicioun
625In suche as clepe hem holy cherche
626It scheweth ek how he can werche
627Among tho wyde furred hodes,
628To geten hem the worldes goodes.
629And thei hemself ben thilke same
630That setten most the world in blame,
631Bot yet in contraire of her lore
632Ther is nothing thei loven more;
633So that semende of liht thei werke
634The dedes whiche are inward derke.
635And thus this double Ypocrisie
636With his devolte apparantie
637A viser set upon his face,
638Wherof toward this worldes grace
639He semeth to be riht wel thewed,
640And yit his herte is al beschrewed.
641Bot natheles he stant believed,
642And hath his pourpos ofte achieved
643Of worschipe and of worldes welthe,
644And takth it, as who seith, be stelthe
645Thurgh coverture of his fallas.
646And riht so in semblable cas
647This vice hath ek his officers
648Among these othre seculers
649Of grete men, for of the smale
650As for tacompte he set no tale,
651Bot thei that passen the comune
652With suche him liketh to comune,
653And where he seith he wol socoure
654The poeple, there he woll devoure;
655For now aday is manyon
656Which spekth of Peter and of John
657And thenketh Judas in his herte.
658Ther schal no worldes good asterte
659His hond, and yit he yifth almesse
660And fasteth ofte and hiereth Messe:
661With mea culpa, which he seith,
662Upon his brest fullofte he leith
663His hond, and cast upward his yhe,
664As thogh he Cristes face syhe;
665So that it seemeth ate syhte,
666As he al one alle othre myhte
667Rescoue with his holy bede.
668Bot yet his herte in other stede
669Among hise bedes most devoute
670Goth in the worldes cause aboute,
671How that he myhte his warisoun
672Encresce. And in comparisoun
673Ther ben lovers of such a sort,
674That feignen hem an humble port,
675And al is bot Ypocrisie,
676Which with deceipte and flaterie
677Hath many a worthi wif beguiled.
678For whanne he hath his tunge affiled,
679With softe speche and with lesinge,
680Forth with his fals pitous lokynge,
681He wolde make a womman wene
682To gon upon the faire grene,
683Whan that sche falleth in the Mir.
684For if he may have his desir,
685How so falle of the remenant,
686He halt no word of covenant;
687Bot er the time that he spede,
688Ther is no sleihte at thilke nede,
689Which eny loves faitour mai,
690That he ne put it in assai,
691As him belongeth forto done.
692The colour of the reyni Mone
693With medicine upon his face
694He set, and thanne he axeth grace,
695As he which hath sieknesse feigned.
696Whan his visage is so desteigned,
697With yhe upcast on hire he siketh,
698And many a contenance he piketh,
699To bringen hire in to believe
700Of thing which that he wolde achieve,
701Wherof he berth the pale hewe;
702And for he wolde seme trewe,
703He makth him siek, whan he is heil.
704Bot whanne he berth lowest the Seil,
705Thanne is he swiftest to beguile
706The womman, which that ilke while
707Set upon him feith or credence.
708Mi Sone, if thou thi conscience
709Entamed hast in such a wise,
710In schrifte thou thee myht avise
711And telle it me, if it be so.
712Min holy fader, certes no.
713As forto feigne such sieknesse
714It nedeth noght, for this witnesse
715I take of god, that my corage
716Hath ben mor siek than my visage.
717And ek this mai I wel avowe,
718So lowe cowthe I nevere bowe
719To feigne humilite withoute,
720That me ne leste betre loute
721With alle the thoghtes of myn herte;
722For that thing schal me nevere asterte,
723I speke as to my lady diere,
724To make hire eny feigned chiere.
725God wot wel there I lye noght,
726Mi chiere hath be such as my thoght;
727For in good feith, this lieveth wel,
728Mi will was betre a thousendel
729Than eny chiere that I cowthe.
730Bot, Sire, if I have in my yowthe
731Don other wise in other place,
732I put me therof in your grace:
733For this excusen I ne schal,
734That I have elles overal
735To love and to his compaignie
736Be plein withoute Ypocrisie;
737Bot ther is on the which I serve,
738Althogh I may no thonk deserve,
739To whom yet nevere into this day
740I seide onlyche or ye or nay,
741Bot if it so were in my thoght.
742As touchende othre seie I noght
743That I nam somdel forto wyte
744Of that ye clepe an ypocrite.
745Mi Sone, it sit wel every wiht
746To kepe his word in trowthe upryht
747Towardes love in alle wise.
748For who that wolde him wel avise
749What hath befalle in this matiere,
750He scholde noght with feigned chiere
751Deceive Love in no degre.
752To love is every herte fre,
753Bot in deceipte if that thou feignest
754And therupon thi lust atteignest,
755That thow hast wonne with thi wyle,
756Thogh it thee like for a whyle,
757Thou schalt it afterward repente.
758And forto prove myn entente,
759I finde ensample in a Croniqe
760Of hem that love so beswike.
761It fell be olde daies thus,
762Whil themperour Tiberius
763The Monarchie of Rome ladde,
764Ther was a worthi Romein hadde
765A wif, and sche Pauline hihte,
766Which was to every mannes sihte
767Of al the Cite the faireste,
768And as men seiden, ek the beste.
769It is and hath ben evere yit,
770That so strong is no mannes wit,
771Which thurgh beaute ne mai be drawe
772To love, and stonde under the lawe
773Of thilke bore frele kinde,
774Which makth the hertes yhen blinde,
775Wher no reson mai be comuned:
776And in this wise stod fortuned
777This tale, of which I wolde mene;
778This wif, which in hire lustes grene
779Was fair and freissh and tendre of age,
780Sche may noght lette the corage
781Of him that wole on hire assote.
782Ther was a Duck, and he was hote
783Mundus, which hadde in his baillie
784To lede the chivalerie
785Of Rome, and was a worthi knyht;
786Bot yet he was noght of such myht
787The strengthe of love to withstonde,
788That he ne was so broght to honde,
789That malgre wher he wole or no,
790This yonge wif he loveth so,
791That he hath put al his assay
792To wynne thing which he ne may
793Gete of hire graunt in no manere,
794Be yifte of gold ne be preiere.
795And whanne he syh that be no mede
796Toward hir love he myhte spede,
797Be sleyhte feigned thanne he wroghte;
798And therupon he him bethoghte
799How that ther was in the Cite
800A temple of such auctorite,
801To which with gret Devocioun
802The noble wommen of the toun
803Most comunliche a pelrinage
804Gon forto preie thilke ymage
805Which the godesse of childinge is,
806And cleped was be name Ysis:
807And in hire temple thanne were,
808To reule and to ministre there
809After the lawe which was tho,
810Above alle othre Prestes tuo.
811This Duck, which thoghte his love gete,
812Upon a day hem tuo to mete
813Hath bede, and thei come at his heste;
814Wher that thei hadde a riche feste,
815And after mete in prive place
816This lord, which wolde his thonk pourchace,
817To ech of hem yaf thanne a yifte,
818And spak so that be weie of schrifte
819He drowh hem unto his covine,
820To helpe and schape how he Pauline
821After his lust deceive myhte.
822And thei here trowthes bothe plyhte,
823That thei be nyhte hire scholden wynne
824Into the temple, and he therinne
825Schal have of hire al his entente:
826And thus acorded forth thei wente.
827Now lest thurgh which ypocrisie
828Ordeigned was the tricherie,
829Wherof this ladi was deceived.
830These Prestes hadden wel conceived
831That sche was of gret holinesse;
832And with a contrefet simplesse,
833Which hid was in a fals corage,
834Feignende an hevenely message
835Thei come and seide unto hir thus:
836"Pauline, the god Anubus
837Hath sent ous bothe Prestes hiere,
838And seith he woll to thee appiere
839Be nyhtes time himself alone,
840For love he hath to thi persone:
841And therupon he hath ous bede,
842That we in Ysis temple a stede
843Honestely for thee pourveie,
844Wher thou be nyhte, as we thee seie,
845Of him schalt take avisioun.
846For upon thi condicioun,
847The which is chaste and ful of feith,
848Such pris, as he ous tolde, he leith,
849That he wol stonde of thin acord;
850And forto bere hierof record
851He sende ous hider bothe tuo."
852Glad was hire innocence tho
853Of suche wordes as sche herde,
854With humble chiere and thus answerde,
855And seide that the goddes wille
856Sche was al redy to fulfille,
857That be hire housebondes leve
858Sche wolde in Ysis temple at eve
859Upon hire goddes grace abide,
860To serven him the nyhtes tide.
861The Prestes tho gon hom ayein,
862And sche goth to hire sovereign,
863Of goddes wille and as it was
864Sche tolde him al the pleine cas,
865Wherof he was deceived eke,
866And bad that sche hire scholde meke
867Al hol unto the goddes heste.
868And thus sche, which was al honeste
869To godward after hire entente,
870At nyht unto the temple wente,
871Wher that the false Prestes were;
872And thei receiven hire there
873With such a tokne of holinesse,
874As thogh thei syhen a godesse,
875And al withinne in prive place
876A softe bedd of large space
877Thei hadde mad and encourtined,
878Wher sche was afterward engined.
879Bot sche, which al honour supposeth,
880The false Prestes thanne opposeth,
881And axeth be what observance
882Sche myhte most to the plesance
883Of godd that nyhtes reule kepe:
884And thei hire bidden forto slepe
885Liggende upon the bedd alofte,
886For so, thei seide, al stille and softe
887God Anubus hire wolde awake.
888The conseil in this wise take,
889The Prestes fro this lady gon;
890And sche, that wiste of guile non,
891In the manere as it was seid
892To slepe upon the bedd is leid,
893In hope that sche scholde achieve
894Thing which stod thanne upon bilieve,
895Fulfild of alle holinesse.
896Bot sche hath failed, as I gesse,
897For in a closet faste by
898The Duck was hid so prively
899That sche him myhte noght perceive;
900And he, that thoghte to deceive,
901Hath such arrai upon him nome,
902That whanne he wolde unto hir come,
903It scholde semen at hire yhe
904As thogh sche verrailiche syhe
905God Anubus, and in such wise
906This ypocrite of his queintise
907Awaiteth evere til sche slepte.
908And thanne out of his place he crepte
909So stille that sche nothing herde,
910And to the bedd stalkende he ferde,
911And sodeinly, er sche it wiste,
912Beclipt in armes he hire kiste:
913Wherof in wommanysshe drede
914Sche wok and nyste what to rede;
915Bot he with softe wordes milde
916Conforteth hire and seith, with childe
917He wolde hire make in such a kynde
918That al the world schal have in mynde
919The worschipe of that ilke Sone;
920For he schal with the goddes wone,
921And ben himself a godd also.
922With suche wordes and with mo,
923The whiche he feigneth in his speche,
924This lady wit was al to seche,
925As sche which alle trowthe weneth:
926Bot he, that alle untrowthe meneth,
927With blinde tales so hire ladde,
928That all his wille of hire he hadde.
929And whan him thoghte it was ynowh,
930Ayein the day he him withdrowh
931So prively that sche ne wiste
932Wher he becom, bot as him liste
933Out of the temple he goth his weie.
934And sche began to bidde and preie
935Upon the bare ground knelende,
936And after that made hire offrende,
937And to the Prestes yiftes grete
938Sche yaf, and homward be the Strete.
939The Duck hire mette and seide thus:
940"The myhti godd which Anubus
941Is hote, he save the, Pauline,
942For thou art of his discipline
943So holy, that no mannes myht
944Mai do that he hath do to nyht
945Of thing which thou hast evere eschuied.
946Bot I his grace have so poursuied,
947That I was mad his lieutenant:
948Forthi be weie of covenant
949Fro this day forth I am al thin,
950And if thee like to be myn,
951That stant upon thin oghne wille."
952Sche herde his tale and bar it stille,
953And hom sche wente, as it befell,
954Into hir chambre, and ther sche fell
955Upon hire bedd to wepe and crie,
956And seide: "O derke ypocrisie,
957Thurgh whos dissimilacion
958Of fals ymaginacion
959I am thus wickedly deceived!
960Bot that I have it aperceived
961I thonke unto the goddes alle;
962For thogh it ones be befalle,
963It schal nevere eft whil that I live,
964And thilke avou to godd I yive."
965And thus wepende sche compleigneth,
966Hire faire face and al desteigneth
967With wofull teres of hire yµe,
968So that upon this agonie
969Hire housebonde is inne come,
970And syh how sche was overcome
971With sorwe, and axeth what hire eileth.
972And sche with that hirself beweileth
973Welmore than sche dede afore,
974And seide, "Helas, wifhode is lore
975In me, which whilom was honeste,
976I am non other than a beste,
977Now I defouled am of tuo."
978And as sche myhte speke tho,
979Aschamed with a pitous onde
980Sche tolde unto hir housebonde
981The sothe of al the hole tale,
982And in hire speche ded and pale
983Sche swouneth welnyh to the laste.
984And he hire in hise armes faste
985Uphield, and ofte swor his oth
986That he with hire is nothing wroth,
987For wel he wot sche may ther noght:
988Bot natheles withinne his thoght
989His herte stod in sori plit,
990And seide he wolde of that despit
991Be venged, how so evere it falle,
992And sende unto hise frendes alle.
993And whan thei weren come in fere,
994He tolde hem upon this matiere,
995And axeth hem what was to done:
996And thei avised were sone,
997And seide it thoghte hem for the beste
998To sette ferst his wif in reste,
999And after pleigne to the king
1000Upon the matiere of this thing.
1001Tho was this wofull wif conforted
1002Be alle weies and desported,
1003Til that sche was somdiel amended;
1004And thus a day or tuo despended,
1005The thridde day sche goth to pleigne
1006With many a worthi Citezeine,
1007And he with many a Citezein.
1008Whan themperour it herde sein,
1009And knew the falshed of the vice,
1010He seide he wolde do justice:
1011And ferst he let the Prestes take,
1012And for thei scholde it noght forsake,
1013He put hem into questioun;
1014Bot thei of the suggestioun
1015Ne couthen noght a word refuse,
1016Bot for thei wolde hemself excuse,
1017The blame upon the Duck thei leide.
1018Bot therayein the conseil seide
1019That thei be noght excused so,
1020For he is on and thei ben tuo,
1021And tuo han more wit then on,
1022So thilke excusement was non.
1023And over that was seid hem eke,
1024That whan men wolden vertu seke,
1025Men scholde it in the Prestes finde;
1026Here ordre is of so hyh a kinde,
1027That thei be Duistres of the weie:
1028Forthi, if eny man forsueie
1029Thurgh hem, thei be noght excusable.
1030And thus be lawe resonable
1031Among the wise jugges there
1032The Prestes bothe dampned were,
1033So that the prive tricherie
1034Hid under fals Ipocrisie
1035Was thanne al openliche schewed,
1036That many a man hem hath beschrewed.
1037And whan the Prestes weren dede,
1038The temple of thilke horrible dede
1039Thei thoghten purge, and thilke ymage,
1040Whos cause was the pelrinage,
1041Thei drowen out and als so faste
1042Fer into Tibre thei it caste,
1043Wher the Rivere it hath defied:
1044And thus the temple purified
1045Thei have of thilke horrible Sinne,
1046Which was that time do therinne.
1047Of this point such was the juise,
1048Bot of the Duck was other wise:
1049For he with love was bestad,
1050His dom was noght so harde lad;
1051For Love put reson aweie
1052And can noght se the rihte weie.
1053And be this cause he was respited,
1054So that the deth him was acquited,
1055Bot for al that he was exiled,
1056For he his love hath so beguiled,
1057That he schal nevere come ayein:
1058For who that is to trowthe unplein,
1059He may noght failen of vengance.
1060And ek to take remembrance
1061Of that Ypocrisie hath wroght
1062On other half, men scholde noght
1063To lihtly lieve al that thei hiere,
1064Bot thanne scholde a wisman stiere
1065The Schip, whan suche wyndes blowe:
1066For ferst thogh thei beginne lowe,
1067At ende thei be noght menable,
1068Bot al tobreken Mast and Cable,
1069So that the Schip with sodein blast,
1070Whan men lest wene, is overcast;
1071As now fulofte a man mai se:
1072And of old time how it hath be
1073I finde a gret experience,
1074Wherof to take an evidence
1075Good is, and to be war also
1076Of the peril, er him be wo.
1077Of hem that ben so derk withinne,
1078At Troie also if we beginne,
1079Ipocrisie it hath betraied:
1080For whan the Greks hadde al assaied,
1081And founde that be no bataille
1082Ne be no Siege it myhte availe
1083The toun to winne thurgh prouesse,
1084This vice feigned of simplesce
1085Thurgh sleyhte of Calcas and of Crise
1086It wan be such a maner wise.
1087An Hors of Bras thei let do forge
1088Of such entaile, of such a forge,
1089That in this world was nevere man
1090That such an other werk began.
1091The crafti werkman Epius
1092It made, and forto telle thus,
1093The Greks, that thoghten to beguile
1094The kyng of Troie, in thilke while
1095With Anthenor and with Enee,
1096That were bothe of the Cite
1097And of the conseil the wiseste,
1098The richeste and the myhtieste,
1099In prive place so thei trete
1100With fair beheste and yiftes grete
1101Of gold, that thei hem have engined;
1102Togedre and whan thei be covined,
1103Thei feignen forto make a pes,
1104And under that yit natheles
1105Thei schopen the destruccioun
1106Bothe of the kyng and of the toun.
1107And thus the false pees was take
1108Of hem of Grece and undertake,
1109And therupon thei founde a weie,
1110Wher strengthe myhte noght aweie,
1111That sleihte scholde helpe thanne;
1112And of an ynche a large spanne
1113Be colour of the pees thei made,
1114And tolden how thei weren glade
1115Of that thei stoden in acord;
1116And for it schal ben of record,
1117Unto the kyng the Gregois seiden,
1118Be weie of love and this thei preiden,
1119As thei that wolde his thonk deserve,
1120A Sacrifice unto Minerve,
1121The pes to kepe in good entente,
1122Thei mosten offre er that thei wente.
1123The kyng conseiled in this cas
1124Be Anthenor and Eneas
1125Therto hath yoven his assent:
1126So was the pleine trowthe blent
1127Thurgh contrefet Ipocrisie
1128Of that thei scholden sacrifie.
1129The Greks under the holinesse
1130Anon with alle besinesse
1131Here Hors of Bras let faire dihte,
1132Which was to sen a wonder sihte;
1133For it was trapped of himselve,
1134And hadde of smale whieles twelve,
1135Upon the whiche men ynowe
1136With craft toward the toun it drowe,
1137And goth glistrende ayein the Sunne.
1138Tho was ther joie ynowh begunne,
1139For Troie in gret devocioun
1140Cam also with processioun
1141Ayein this noble Sacrifise
1142With gret honour, and in this wise
1143Unto the gates thei it broghte.
1144Bot of here entre whan thei soghte,
1145The gates weren al to smale;
1146And therupon was many a tale,
1147Bot for the worschipe of Minerve,
1148To whom thei comen forto serve,
1149Thei of the toun, whiche understode
1150That al this thing was do for goode,
1151For pes, wherof that thei ben glade,
1152The gates that Neptunus made
1153A thousend wynter ther tofore,
1154Thei have anon tobroke and tore;
1155The stronge walles doun thei bete,
1156So that in to the large strete
1157This Hors with gret solempnite
1158Was broght withinne the Cite,
1159And offred with gret reverence,
1160Which was to Troie an evidence
1161Of love and pes for everemo.
1162The Gregois token leve tho
1163With al the hole felaschipe,
1164And forth thei wenten into Schipe
1165And crossen seil and made hem yare,
1166Anon as thogh thei wolden fare:
1167Bot whan the blake wynter nyht
1168Withoute Mone or Sterre lyht
1169Bederked hath the water Stronde,
1170Al prively thei gon to londe
1171Ful armed out of the navie.
1172Synon, which mad was here aspie
1173Withinne Troie, as was conspired,
1174Whan time was a tokne hath fired;
1175And thei with that here weie holden,
1176And comen in riht as thei wolden,
1177Ther as the gate was tobroke.
1178The pourpos was full take and spoke:
1179Er eny man may take kepe,
1180Whil that the Cite was aslepe,
1181Thei slowen al that was withinne,
1182And token what thei myhten wynne
1183Of such good as was sufficant,
1184And brenden up the remenant.
1185And thus cam out the tricherie,
1186Which under fals Ypocrisie
1187Was hid, and thei that wende pees
1188Tho myhten finde no reles
1189Of thilke swerd which al devoureth.
1190Fulofte and thus the swete soureth,
1191Whan it is knowe to the tast:
1192He spilleth many a word in wast
1193That schal with such a poeple trete;
1194For whan he weneth most beyete,
1195Thanne is he schape most to lese.
1196And riht so if a womman chese
1197Upon the wordes that sche hiereth
1198Som man, whan he most trewe appiereth,
1199Thanne is he forthest fro the trowthe:
1200Bot yit fulofte, and that is rowthe,
1201Thei speden that ben most untrewe
1202And loven every day a newe,
1203Wherof the lief is after loth
1204And love hath cause to be wroth.
1205Bot what man that his lust desireth
1206Of love, and therupon conspireth
1207With wordes feigned to deceive,
1208He schal noght faile to receive
1209His peine, as it is ofte sene.
1210Forthi, my Sone, as I thee mene,
1211It sit the wel to taken hiede
1212That thou eschuie of thi manhiede
1213Ipocrisie and his semblant,
1214That thou ne be noght deceivant,
1215To make a womman to believe
1216Thing which is noght in thi bilieve:
1217For in such feint Ipocrisie
1218Of love is al the tricherie,
1219Thurgh which love is deceived ofte;
1220For feigned semblant is so softe,
1221Unethes love may be war.
1222Forthi, my Sone, as I wel dar,
1223I charge thee to fle that vice,
1224That many a womman hath mad nice;
1225Bot lok thou dele noght withal.
1226Iwiss, fader, nomor I schal.
1227Now, Sone, kep that thou hast swore:
1228For this that thou hast herd before
1229Is seid the ferste point of Pride:
1230And next upon that other side,
1231To schryve and speken overthis
1232Touchende of Pride, yit ther is
1233The point seconde, I thee behote,
1234Which Inobedience is hote.
1235This vice of Inobedience
1236Ayein the reule of conscience
1237Al that is humble he desalloweth,
1238That he toward his god ne boweth
1239After the lawes of his heste.
1240Noght as a man bot as a beste,
1241Which goth upon his lustes wilde,
1242So goth this proude vice unmylde,
1243That he desdeigneth alle lawe:
1244He not what is to be felawe,
1245And serve may he noght for pride;
1246So is he badde on every side,
1247And is that selve of whom men speke,
1248Which wol noght bowe er that he breke.
1249I not if love him myhte plie,
1250For elles forto justefie
1251His herte, I not what mihte availe.
1252Forthi, my Sone, of such entaile
1253If that thin herte be disposed,
1254Tell out and let it noght be glosed:
1255For if that thou unbuxom be
1256To love, I not in what degree
1257Thou schalt thi goode world achieve.
1258Mi fader, ye schul wel believe,
1259The yonge whelp which is affaited
1260Hath noght his Maister betre awaited,
1261To couche, whan he seith "Go lowe,"
1262That I, anon as I may knowe
1263Mi ladi will, ne bowe more.
1264Bot other while I grucche sore
1265Of some thinges that sche doth,
1266Wherof that I woll telle soth:
1267For of tuo pointz I am bethoght,
1268That, thogh I wolde, I myhte noght
1269Obeie unto my ladi heste;
1270Bot I dar make this beheste,
1271Save only of that ilke tuo
1272I am unbuxom of no mo.
1273Whan ben tho tuo? tell on, quod he.
1274Mi fader, this is on, that sche
1275Comandeth me my mowth to close,
1276And that I scholde hir noght oppose
1277In love, of which I ofte preche,
1278Bot plenerliche of such a speche
1279Forbere, and soffren hire in pes.
1280Bot that ne myhte I natheles
1281For al this world obeie ywiss;
1282For whanne I am ther as sche is,
1283Though sche my tales noght alowe,
1284Ayein hir will yit mot I bowe,
1285To seche if that I myhte have grace:
1286Bot that thing may I noght enbrace
1287For ought that I can speke or do;
1288And yit fulofte I speke so,
1289That sche is wroth and seith, "Be stille."
1290If I that heste schal fulfille
1291And therto ben obedient,
1292Thanne is my cause fully schent,
1293For specheles may noman spede.
1294So wot I noght what is to rede;
1295Bot certes I may noght obeie,
1296That I ne mot algate seie
1297Somwhat of that I wolde mene;
1298For evere it is aliche grene,
1299The grete love which I have,
1300Wherof I can noght bothe save
1301My speche and this obedience:
1302And thus fulofte my silence
1303I breke, and is the ferste point
1304Wherof that I am out of point
1305In this, and yit it is no pride.
1306Now thanne upon that other side
1307To telle my desobeissance,
1308Ful sore it stant to my grevance
1309And may noght sinke into my wit;
1310For ofte time sche me bit
1311To leven hire and chese a newe,
1312And seith, if I the sothe knewe
1313How ferr I stonde from hir grace,
1314I scholde love in other place.
1315Bot therof woll I desobeie;
1316For also wel sche myhte seie,
1317"Go tak the Mone ther it sit,"
1318As bringe that into my wit:
1319For ther was nevere rooted tre,
1320That stod so faste in his degre,
1321That I ne stonde more faste
1322Upon hire love, and mai noght caste
1323Min herte awey, althogh I wolde.
1324For god wot, thogh I nevere scholde
1325Sen hir with yhe after this day,
1326Yit stant it so that I ne may
1327Hir love out of my brest remue.
1328This is a wonder retenue,
1329That malgre wher sche wole or non
1330Min herte is everemore in on,
1331So that I can non other chese,
1332Bot whether that I winne or lese,
1333I moste hire loven til I deie;
1334And thus I breke as be that weie
1335Hire hestes and hir comandinges,
1336Bot trewliche in non othre thinges.
1337Forthi, my fader, what is more
1338Touchende to this ilke lore
1339I you beseche, after the forme
1340That ye pleinly me wolde enforme,
1341So that I may myn herte reule
1342In loves cause after the reule.
1343Toward this vice of which we trete
1344Ther ben yit tweie of thilke estrete,
1345Here name is Murmur and Compleignte:
1346Ther can noman here chiere peinte,
1347To sette a glad semblant therinne,
1348For thogh fortune make hem wynne,
1349Yit grucchen thei, and if thei lese,
1350Ther is no weie forto chese,
1351Wherof thei myhten stonde appesed.
1352So ben thei comunly desesed;
1353Ther may no welthe ne poverte
1354Attempren hem to the decerte
1355Of buxomnesse be no wise:
1356For ofte time thei despise
1357The goode fortune as the badde,
1358As thei no mannes reson hadde,
1359Thurgh pride, wherof thei be blinde.
1360And ryht of such a maner kinde
1361Ther be lovers, that thogh thei have
1362Of love al that thei wolde crave,
1363Yit wol thei grucche be som weie,
1364That thei wol noght to love obeie
1365Upon the trowthe, as thei do scholde;
1366And if hem lacketh that thei wolde,
1367Anon thei falle in such a peine,
1368That evere unbuxomly thei pleigne
1369Upon fortune, and curse and crie,
1370That thei wol noght here hertes plie
1371To soffre til it betre falle.
1372Forthi if thou amonges alle
1373Hast used this condicioun,
1374Mi Sone, in thi Confessioun
1375Now tell me pleinly what thou art.
1376Mi fader, I beknowe a part,
1377So as ye tolden hier above
1378Of Murmur and Compleignte of love,
1379That for I se no sped comende,
1380Ayein fortune compleignende
1381I am, as who seith, everemo:
1382And ek fulofte tyme also,
1383Whan so is that I se and hiere
1384Or hevy word or hevy chiere
1385Of my lady, I grucche anon;
1386Bot wordes dar I speke non,
1387Wherof sche myhte be desplesed,
1388Bot in myn herte I am desesed:
1389With many a Murmur, god it wot,
1390Thus drinke I in myn oghne swot,
1391And thogh I make no semblant,
1392Min herte is al desobeissant;
1393And in this wise I me confesse
1394Of that ye clepe unbuxomnesse.
1395Now telleth what youre conseil is.
1396Mi Sone, and I thee rede this,
1397What so befalle of other weie,
1398That thou to loves heste obeie
1399Als ferr as thou it myht suffise:
1400For ofte sithe in such a wise
1401Obedience in love availeth,
1402Wher al a mannes strengthe faileth;
1403Wherof, if that the list to wite
1404In a Cronique as it is write,
1405A gret ensample thou myht fynde,
1406Which now is come to my mynde.
1407Ther was whilom be daies olde
1408A worthi knyht, and as men tolde
1409He was Nevoeu to themperour
1410And of his Court a Courteour:
1411Wifles he was, Florent he hihte,
1412He was a man that mochel myhte,
1413Of armes he was desirous,
1414Chivalerous and amorous,
1415And for the fame of worldes speche,
1416Strange aventures forto seche,
1417He rod the Marches al aboute.
1418And fell a time, as he was oute,
1419Fortune, which may every thred
1420Tobreke and knette of mannes sped,
1421Schop, as this knyht rod in a pas,
1422That he be strengthe take was,
1423And to a Castell thei him ladde,
1424Wher that he fewe frendes hadde:
1425For so it fell that ilke stounde
1426That he hath with a dedly wounde
1427Feihtende his oghne hondes slain
1428Branchus, which to the Capitain
1429Was Sone and Heir, wherof ben wrothe
1430The fader and the moder bothe.
1431That knyht Branchus was of his hond
1432The worthieste of al his lond,
1433And fain thei wolden do vengance
1434Upon Florent, bot remembrance
1435That thei toke of his worthinesse
1436Of knyhthod and of gentilesse,
1437And how he stod of cousinage
1438To themperour, made hem assuage,
1439And dorsten noght slen him for fere:
1440In gret desputeisoun thei were
1441Among hemself, what was the beste.
1442Ther was a lady, the slyheste
1443Of alle that men knewe tho,
1444So old sche myhte unethes go,
1445And was grantdame unto the dede:
1446And sche with that began to rede,
1447And seide how sche wol bringe him inne,
1448That sche schal him to dethe winne
1449Al only of his oghne grant,
1450Thurgh strengthe of verray covenant
1451Withoute blame of eny wiht.
1452Anon sche sende for this kniht,
1453And of hire Sone sche alleide
1454The deth, and thus to him sche seide:
1455"Florent, how so thou be to wyte
1456Of Branchus deth, men schal respite
1457As now to take vengement,
1458Be so thou stonde in juggement
1459Upon certein condicioun,
1460That thou unto a questioun
1461Which I schal axe schalt ansuere;
1462And over this thou schalt ek swere,
1463That if thou of the sothe faile,
1464Ther schal non other thing availe,
1465That thou ne schalt thi deth receive.
1466And for men schal thee noght deceive,
1467That thou therof myht ben avised,
1468Thou schalt have day and tyme assised
1469And leve saufly forto wende,
1470Be so that at thi daies ende
1471Thou come ayein with thin avys.
1472This knyht, which worthi was and wys,
1473This lady preith that he may wite,
1474And have it under Seales write,
1475What questioun it scholde be
1476For which he schal in that degree
1477Stonde of his lif in jeupartie.
1478With that sche feigneth compaignie,
1479And seith: "Florent, on love it hongeth
1480Al that to myn axinge longeth:
1481What alle wommen most desire
1482This wole I axe, and in thempire
1483Wher as thou hast most knowlechinge
1484Tak conseil upon this axinge."
1485Florent this thing hath undertake,
1486The day was set, the time take,
1487Under his seal he wrot his oth,
1488In such a wise and forth he goth
1489Hom to his Emes court ayein;
1490To whom his aventure plein
1491He tolde, of that him is befalle.
1492And upon that thei weren alle
1493The wiseste of the lond asent,
1494Bot natheles of on assent
1495Thei myhte noght acorde plat,
1496On seide this, an othre that.
1497After the disposicioun
1498Of naturel complexioun
1499To som womman it is plesance,
1500That to an other is grevance;
1501Bot such a thing in special,
1502Which to hem alle in general
1503Is most plesant, and most desired
1504Above alle othre and most conspired,
1505Such o thing conne thei noght finde
1506Be Constellacion ne kinde:
1507And thus Florent withoute cure
1508Mot stonde upon his aventure,
1509And is al schape unto the lere,
1510As in defalte of his answere.
1511This knyht hath levere forto dye
1512Than breke his trowthe and forto lye
1513In place ther as he was swore,
1514And schapth him gon ayein therfore.
1515Whan time cam he tok his leve,
1516That lengere wolde he noght beleve,
1517And preith his Em he be noght wroth,
1518For that is a point of his oth,
1519He seith, that noman schal him wreke,
1520Thogh afterward men hiere speke
1521That he par aventure deie.
1522And thus he wente forth his weie
1523Alone as knyht aventurous,
1524And in his thoght was curious
1525To wite what was best to do:
1526And as he rod al one so,
1527And cam nyh ther he wolde be,
1528In a forest under a tre
1529He syh wher sat a creature,
1530A lothly wommannysch figure,
1531That forto speke of fleisch and bon
1532So foul yit syh he nevere non.
1533This knyht behield hir redely,
1534And as he wolde have passed by,
1535Sche cleped him and bad abide;
1536And he his horse heved aside
1537Tho torneth, and to hire he rod,
1538And there he hoveth and abod,
1539To wite what sche wolde mene.
1540And sche began him to bemene,
1541And seide: "Florent be thi name,
1542Thou hast on honde such a game,
1543That bot thou be the betre avised,
1544Thi deth is schapen and devised,
1545That al the world ne mai the save,
1546Bot if that thou my conseil have."
1547Florent, whan he this tale herde,
1548Unto this olde wyht answerde
1549And of hir conseil he hir preide.
1550And sche ayein to him thus seide:
1551"Florent, if I for the so schape,
1552That thou thurgh me thi deth ascape
1553And take worschipe of thi dede,
1554What schal I have to my mede?"
1555"What thing," quod he, "that thou wolt axe."
1556"I bidde nevere a betre taxe,"
1557Quod sche, "bot ferst, er thou be sped,
1558Thou schalt me leve such a wedd,
1559That I wol have thi trowthe in honde
1560That thou schalt be myn housebonde."
1561"Nay," seith Florent, "that may noght be."
1562"Ryd thanne forth thi wey," quod sche,
1563"And if thou go withoute red,
1564Thou schalt be sekerliche ded."
1565Florent behihte hire good ynowh
1566Of lond, of rente, of park, of plowh,
1567Bot al that compteth sche at noght.
1568Tho fell this knyht in mochel thoght,
1569Now goth he forth, now comth ayein,
1570He wot noght what is best to sein,
1571And thoghte, as he rod to and fro,
1572That chese he mot on of the tuo,
1573Or forto take hire to his wif
1574Or elles forto lese his lif.
1575And thanne he caste his avantage,
1576That sche was of so gret an age,
1577That sche mai live bot a while,
1578And thoghte put hire in an Ile,
1579Wher that noman hire scholde knowe,
1580Til sche with deth were overthrowe.
1581And thus this yonge lusti knyht
1582Unto this olde lothly wiht
1583Tho seide: "If that non other chance
1584Mai make my deliverance,
1585Bot only thilke same speche
1586Which, as thou seist, thou schalt me teche,
1587Have hier myn hond, I schal thee wedde."
1588And thus his trowthe he leith to wedde.
1589With that sche frounceth up the browe:
1590"This covenant I wol allowe,"
1591Sche seith: "if eny other thing
1592Bot that thou hast of my techyng
1593Fro deth thi body mai respite,
1594I woll thee of thi trowthe acquite,
1595And elles be non other weie.
1596Now herkne me what I schal seie.
1597Whan thou art come into the place,
1598Wher now thei maken gret manace
1599And upon thi comynge abyde,
1600Thei wole anon the same tide
1601Oppose thee of thin answere.
1602I wot thou wolt nothing forbere
1603Of that thou wenest be thi beste,
1604And if thou myht so finde reste,
1605Wel is, for thanne is ther nomore.
1606And elles this schal be my lore,
1607That thou schalt seie, upon this Molde
1608That alle wommen lievest wolde
1609Be soverein of mannes love:
1610For what womman is so above,
1611Sche hath, as who seith, al hire wille;
1612And elles may sche noght fulfille
1613What thing hir were lievest have.
1614With this answere thou schalt save
1615Thiself, and other wise noght.
1616And whan thou hast thin ende wroght,
1617Com hier ayein, thou schalt me finde,
1618And let nothing out of thi minde."
1619He goth him forth with hevy chiere,
1620As he that not in what manere
1621He mai this worldes joie atteigne:
1622For if he deie, he hath a peine,
1623And if he live, he mot him binde
1624To such on which of alle kinde
1625Of wommen is thunsemlieste:
1626Thus wot he noght what is the beste:
1627Bot be him lief or be him loth,
1628Unto the Castell forth he goth
1629His full answere forto yive,
1630Or forto deie or forto live.
1631Forth with his conseil cam the lord,
1632The thinges stoden of record,
1633He sende up for the lady sone,
1634And forth sche cam, that olde Mone.
1635In presence of the remenant
1636The strengthe of al the covenant
1637Tho was reherced openly,
1638And to Florent sche bad forthi
1639That he schal tellen his avis,
1640As he that woot what is the pris.
1641Florent seith al that evere he couthe,
1642Bot such word cam ther non to mowthe,
1643That he for yifte or for beheste
1644Mihte eny wise his deth areste.
1645And thus he tarieth longe and late,
1646Til that this lady bad algate
1647That he schal for the dom final
1648Yive his answere in special
1649Of that sche hadde him ferst opposed:
1650And thanne he hath trewly supposed
1651That he him may of nothing yelpe,
1652Bot if so be tho wordes helpe,
1653Whiche as the womman hath him tawht;
1654Wherof he hath an hope cawht
1655That he schal ben excused so,
1656And tolde out plein his wille tho.
1657And whan that this Matrone herde
1658The manere how this knyht ansuerde,
1659Sche seide: "Ha treson, wo thee be,
1660That hast thus told the privite,
1661Which alle wommen most desire!
1662I wolde that thou were afire."
1663Bot natheles in such a plit
1664Florent of his answere is quit:
1665And tho began his sorwe newe,
1666For he mot gon, or ben untrewe,
1667To hire which his trowthe hadde.
1668Bot he, which alle schame dradde,
1669Goth forth in stede of his penance,
1670And takth the fortune of his chance,
1671As he that was with trowthe affaited.
1672This olde wyht him hath awaited
1673In place wher as he hire lefte:
1674Florent his wofull heved uplefte
1675And syh this vecke wher sche sat,
1676Which was the lothlieste what
1677That evere man caste on his yhe:
1678Hire Nase bass, hire browes hyhe,
1679Hire yhen smale and depe set,
1680Hire chekes ben with teres wet,
1681And rivelen as an emty skyn
1682Hangende doun unto the chin,
1683Hire Lippes schrunken ben for age,
1684Ther was no grace in the visage,
1685Hir front was nargh, hir lockes hore,
1686Sche loketh forth as doth a More,
1687Hire Necke is schort, hir schuldres courbe,
1688That myhte a mannes lust destourbe,
1689Hire body gret and nothing smal,
1690And schortly to descrive hire al,
1691Sche hath no lith withoute a lak;
1692Bot lich unto the wollesak
1693Sche proferth hire unto this knyht,
1694And bad him, as he hath behyht,
1695So as sche hath ben his warant,
1696That he hire holde covenant,
1697And be the bridel sche him seseth.
1698Bot godd wot how that sche him pleseth
1699Of suche wordes as sche spekth:
1700Him thenkth welnyh his herte brekth
1701For sorwe that he may noght fle,
1702Bot if he wolde untrewe be.
1703Loke, how a sek man for his hele
1704Takth baldemoine with Canele,
1705And with the Mirre takth the Sucre,
1706Ryht upon such a maner lucre
1707Stant Florent, as in this diete:
1708He drinkth the bitre with the swete,
1709He medleth sorwe with likynge,
1710And liveth, as who seith, deyinge;
1711His youthe schal be cast aweie
1712Upon such on which as the weie
1713Is old and lothly overal.
1714Bot nede he mot that nede schal:
1715He wolde algate his trowthe holde,
1716As every knyht therto is holde,
1717What happ so evere him is befalle:
1718Thogh sche be the fouleste of alle,
1719Yet to thonour of wommanhiede
1720Him thoghte he scholde taken hiede;
1721So that for pure gentilesse,
1722As he hire couthe best adresce,
1723In ragges, as sche was totore,
1724He set hire on his hors tofore
1725And forth he takth his weie softe;
1726No wonder thogh he siketh ofte.
1727Bot as an oule fleth be nyhte
1728Out of alle othre briddes syhte,
1729Riht so this knyht on daies brode
1730In clos him hield, and schop his rode
1731On nyhtes time, til the tyde
1732That he cam there he wolde abide;
1733And prively withoute noise
1734He bringth this foule grete Coise
1735To his Castell in such a wise
1736That noman myhte hire schappe avise,
1737Til sche into the chambre cam:
1738Wher he his prive conseil nam
1739Of suche men as he most troste,
1740And tolde hem that he nedes moste
1741This beste wedde to his wif,
1742For elles hadde he lost his lif.
1743The prive wommen were asent,
1744That scholden ben of his assent:
1745Hire ragges thei anon of drawe,
1746And, as it was that time lawe,
1747She hadde bath, sche hadde reste,
1748And was arraied to the beste.
1749Bot with no craft of combes brode
1750Thei myhte hire hore lockes schode,
1751And sche ne wolde noght be schore
1752For no conseil, and thei therfore,
1753With such atyr as tho was used,
1754Ordeinen that it was excused,
1755And hid so crafteliche aboute,
1756That noman myhte sen hem oute.
1757Bot when sche was fulliche arraied
1758And hire atyr was al assaied,
1759Tho was sche foulere on to se:
1760Bot yit it may non other be,
1761Thei were wedded in the nyht;
1762So wo begon was nevere knyht
1763As he was thanne of mariage.
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