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O Gaufred, dere mayster soverayn,
Ran cow and calf, and eek the verray That, whan thy worthy king Richard was hogges,
So were they fered for15 berking of the With shot, compleynedest his deth so sore, dogges Why ne hadde l' now thy sentence and And shouting of the men and wimmen eke, thy lore, 3
They ronne so, hem thoughte hir herte The Friday for to chide, as diden ye?
breke. (For on a Friday soothly slayn was he.) They yelleden as feendes doon16 in helle; Than wolde I shewe yow how that I coude The dokes cryden ast? men wolde hem pleyne
570 For Chauntecleres drede, and for his The gees for fere flowen over the trees; peyne.
Out of the hyve cam the swarm of bees; Certes, swich' cry ne lamentacioun 535 So hidous was the noyse, a! benedicite! Was never of ladies maad, whan Ilioun Certes, he lakke Straw, and his meynee, Was wonne, and Pirrus with his streites Ne maden20 never shoutes half so shrille, swerd,
Whan that they wolden any Fleming kille, Whan he hadde hento king Priam by the As thilke day was maad upon the fox. 577 berd,
Of bras thay broghten bemes, 21 and of And slayn him (as saith us Eneydos), As maden alle the hennes in the clos,10 540 Of horn, of boon, in whiche they blewe and Whan they had seyn of Chauntecleer the sighte.
And therwithal they shryked and they But sovereynly dame Pertelote shrighte, houped;24
580 Ful louder than dide Hasdrubales wyf, It semed as that heven sholde falle. Whan that hir housbond hadde lost his lyf, Now, gode men, I pray yow herkneth And that the Romayns hadde brend11 alle! Cartage.
Lo, how fortune turneth sodeinly She was so ful of torment and of rage, The hope and pryde eek of hir enemy! That wilfully into the fyr she sterte, This cok, that lay upon the foxes bak, 585 And brende hir-selven with a stedfast In al his drede, un-to the fox he spak, herte.
And seyde, “sire, if that I were as ye, O woful hennes, right so cryden ye,
Yet sholde I seyn (as wis25 god helpe me), As, whan that Nero brende the citee
550 'Turneth agayn, ye proude cherles alle! Of Rome, cryden senatoures wyves, A verray pestilence up-on yow falle! 590 For that hir housbondes losten alle hir Now am I come un-to this wodes syde, lyves;
Maugree your heed,26 the cok shal heer Withouten gilt this Nero hath hem slayn. abyde; Now wol I torne to my tale agayn.
I wol him ete in feith, and that anon.' This sely13 widwe, and eek hir doghtres The fox answerde, “in feith, it shal be two,
don,” Herden thise hennes crye and maken wo, And as he spak that word, al sodeinly 595 And out at dores sterten thay anoon,
This cok brak 27 from his mouth deliverly,28 And syen14 the fox toward the grove goon, And heighe29 up-on a tree he fleigh anon. And bar upon his bak the cok
away; 559 And whan the fox saugh that he was And cryden, “Out! harrow! and weylaway! y-gon, Ha, ha, the fox!” and after him they ran, “Allas!” quod he, “O Chauntecleer, allas! And eek with staves many another man;
I have to yow," quod he, "y-doon trespas, Ran Colle our dogge, and Talbot, and In-as-muche as I maked yow aferd, бог Gerland,
Whan I yow hente, and broghte out of the And Malkin, with a distaf in hir hand;
1 had I not.
16 do. 17 as if. 18 kill. 15 frightened by.
19 company: 20 did not make.
22 box-wood. 23 puffed.
25 surely. 38 in spite of your head; in spite of all you can do. 27 broke.
23 nimbly. 2% high.
But, sire, I dide it in no wikkel entente; Hem thoughte! Iewes rente him noght Com doun, and I shal telle yow what I ynough; mente.
And ech of hem at otheres sinne lough. I shal seye sooth to yow, god help me so." And right anon than comen tombesteres19 "Nay than," quod he, “I shrewe us bothe Fetys20 and smale, and yonge fruytesteres, 21 two,
606 Singers with harpes (eek, and) wafereres, 22 And first I shrewe my-self, bothe blood and Whiche been the verray develes officeres bones,
To kindle and blowe the fyr of [luxurye), If thou bigyle me ofter than ones.
That is annexed un-to glotonye; Thou shalt namore, thurgh thy flaterye The holy writ take I to my witnesse, Do me toʻ singe and winke with myn That luxurie is in wyn and dronkenesse. yë.
610 For he that winketh, whan he sholde see, Al wilfully, god lat him never thee!"4
Herodes (who so wel the stories soughte) “Nay,” quod the fox, “but god yeve him Whan he of wyn was replet at his feste, 161 meschaunce, 6
Ryght at his owene table he yaf his heste23 That is so undiscreet of governaunce," To sleen the Baptist John ful giltelees. That ianglethế whan he sholde holde his Senek24 seith eek a good word doutelees; pees.
615 He seith, he can no difference finde 165 Lo, swich it is for to be recchelees, Bitwix a man that is out of his minde And necligent, and truste on flaterye. And a man which that is dronkelewe,25 But ye that holden this tale a folye, 10 But that woodnesse, 26 yfallen in a shrewe, As of a fox, or of a cok and hen,
Persevereth lenger than doth dronkenTaketh the moralitee, good men. 620 For seint Paul seith, that al that writen is, O glotonye, ful of cursednesse, Toll our doctrynel2 it is y-write, y-wis. O cause first of our confusioun, Taketh the fruyt, and lat the chaf be stille. O original of our dampnacioun,
Now, gode god, if that it be thy wille, Til Crist had boght us with his blood As seith my lord, so make us alle good men;
agayn! And bringe us to his heighe blisse. Amen. Lo, how dere, shortly for to sayn,
Aboght28 was thilke cursed vileinye;
175 Corrupt was al this world for glotonye! THE PARDONER'S TALE
Adam our fader, and his wyf also, Heere bigynneth the Pardoners Tale
Fro Paradys to labour and to wo
Were driven for that vyce, it is no drede;29 In Flaundres whylom was a companye For whyl that Adam fasted, as I rede, 180 Of yonge folk, that haunteden3 folye, 136 He was in Paradys; and whan that he As ryot, hasard,14 stewes, 15 and tavernes, Eet of the fruyt defended30 on the tree, Wher-as, with harpes, lutes, and giternes, Anon he was out-cast to wo and peyne. They daunce and pleye at dees bothe day glotonye, on thee wel oghte us pleyne!31 and night,
O, wiste a man how many maladyes 185 And ete also and drinken over hir might, Folwen of excesse and of glotonyes, Thurgh which they doon the devel He wolde been the more mesurable32 sacrifyse
Of his diete, sittinge at his table. With-in that develes temple, in cursed Allas! the shorte throte, the tendre mouth, wyse,
Maketh that, Est and West, and North By superfluitee abhominable;
190 Hir othes been so gret and so dampnable, In erthe, in eir, in water men to-swinke33 That it is grisly for to here hem swere; 145 To gete a glotoun deyntee mete and Our blissed lordes body they to-tere;17
18 it seemed to them.
19 dancing girls. 20 graceful.
33 labor hard.
Of this matere, O Paul, wel canstow trete, Of mannes wit and his discrecioun. “Mete un-to wombe,' and wombe eek In whom that drinke hath dominacioun, un-to mete,
He can no conseil kepe, it is no drede. Shal god destroyen bothe,” as Paulus Now kepe yow fro the whyte and fro the seith.
rede, Allas! a foul thing is it, by my feith, And namely fro the whyte wyn of Lepe,235 To seye this word, and fouler is the dede, That is to selle in Fishstrete or in Chepe. Whan man so drinketh of the whyte and This wyn of Spayne crepeth subtilly rede,
In othere wynes, growing faste by, That of his throte he maketh his privee, of which ther ryseth swich fumositee,14 Thurgh thilke cursed superfluitee.
That whan a man hath dronken draughtes The apostel weping seith ful pitously, three, “Ther walken many of whiche yow told And weneth15 that he be at hoom in Chepe, have I,
He is in Spayne, right at the toune of I seye it now weping with pitous voys,
Lepe, That they been enemys of Cristes croys, Nat at the Rochel, ne at Burdeux toun; Of whiché the ende is deeth, wombe' is her And thanne wol he seye, "Sampsoun, god.”
But herkneth, lordings, o word, I yow preye,
245 How gret labour and cost is thee to That alle the sovereyn actes, dar I seye, fynde!
Of victories in the olde testament, Thise cokes, how they stampe, and Thurgh verray16 god, that is omnipotent, streyne,' and grinde,
Were doon in abstinence and in preyere; And turnen substaunce in-to accident, Loketh the Bible, and ther ye may it lere. To fulfille al thy likerous talent!
Loke, Attila, the grete conquerour, 251 Out of the harde bones knokke they Deydel in his sleep, with shame and disThe mary, for they caste noght a-wey
honour, That may go thurgh the golet softe and Bledinge ay at his nose in dronkenesse; swote;8
215 A capitayn shoulde live in sobernesse. Of spicerye, of leef, and bark, and rote And over al this, avyseth yowl8 right wel 255 Shal been his sauce ymaked by delyt, What was comaunded un-to Lamuel To make him yet a newer appetyt.
Nat Samuel, but Lamuel, seye IBut certes, he that haunteth swich Redeth the Bible, and finde it expresly delyces 10
Of wyn-yeving" to hem that han Iustyse; Is deed, whyl that he liveth in tho vyces. Namore of this, for it may wel suffyse. 260 A (cursed] thing is wyn, and dronken- And now that I have spoke of glotonye,
Now wol I yow defenden20 hasardrye. 21 Is ful of stryvingll and of wrecchednesse. Hasard is verray moder of lesinges, O dronke man, disfigured is thy face, And of deceite, and cursed forsweringes, Sour is thy breeth, foul artow to embrace, Blaspheme of Crist, manslaughtre, and And thurgh thy dronke nose semeth the wast24 also
Of catel25 and of tyme; and forthermo, As though thou seydest ay “Sampsoun, It is repreve2 and contrarie of honour Sampsoun,"
For to ben holde27 a commune hasardour. And yet, god wot, Sampsoun drank never And ever the hyer he is of estaat, no wyn.
The more is he holden desolaat.28 270 Thou fallest, as it were a stiked swyn; If that a prince useth hasardrye, Thy tonge is lost, and al thyn honest In alle governaunce and policye cure;
He is, as by commune opinoun, For dronkenesse is verray sepulture 230
Yholde the lasse in reputacioun. 1 belly
15 thinks. s dainty. 6 appetite.
2 forbid. 10 pleasures.
perjury. 13 care for honorable reputation.
25 wealth. 25 a reproach.
16 the true.
Stilbon, that was a wys embassadour,275 How that the second heste of god is that. Was sent to Corinthe, in ful greet honour, And forther over, I wol thee telle al plat, Fro Lacidomie, to make hir alliaunce. That vengeance shal nat partenfrom his And whan he cam, him happede, par hous,
That of his othes is to outrageous. That alle the grettest that were of that “By goddes precious herte, and by his lond,
nayles, Pleyinge atte hasard he hem fond. 280 And by the blode of Crist, that it is in For which, as sone as it mighte be,
Hayles, He stall him hoom' agayn to his contree, Seven is my chaunce, and thyn is cink13 And seyde, “Ther wol I nat lese my and treye;14
By goddes armes, if thou falsly pleye, Ne I wol nat take on me so greet defame,3 This dagger shal thurgh-out thyn herte Yow for to allye un-to none hasardours. 285 Sendeth othere wyse embassadours; This fruyt cometh of the bicched15 bones For, by my trouthe, me were lever dye, two, Than I yow sholde to hasardours allye. Forswering, ire, falsnesse, homicyde. For ye that been so glorious in honours Now, for the love of Crist that for us dyde, Shul nat allyen yow with hasardours Leveth your othes, bothe grete and smale; As by my wil, ne as by my tretee."
But, sirs, now wol I telle forth
my This wyse philosophre thus seyde he.
Thise ryotoures three, of whiche I telle, Loké eek that to the king Demetrius Longe erst er prymel6 rong of any belle, The king of Parthes, as the book seith Were set hem in a taverne for to drinke; 335 us,
And as they satte, they herde a belle clinke Sente him a paire of deesø of gold in scorn, Biforn a cors, was caried to his grave; For he hadde used hasard ther-biforn; 296 That oon of hem gan callen to his knave, For which he heeld his glorie or his renoun “Go bet,"17 quod he, "and axe redily, At no value or reputacioun.
What cors is this that passeth heer forby; Lordes may fynden other maner pley And look that thou reporte his name Honeste ynough to dryve the day awey. 300 wel.”
341 Now wol I speke of othes false and grete “Sir," quod this boy, "it nedeth A word or two, as olde bokes trete.
neveradel 18 Gret swering is a thing abhominable, It was me told, er ye cam heer, two houres; And fals swering is yet more reprevable. He was, pardee, an old felawel of youres; The heighe god forbad swering at al, 305 And sodeynly he was yslayn to-night, 345 Witnesse on Mathew; but in special For-dronke,20 as he sat on his bench Of swering seith the holy Ieremye,
upright; “Thou shalt seye soothê thyn othes, and Ther cam a privee theef, men clepetha1 nat lye,
Deeth, And swere in dome, and eek in right. That in this contree al the peple sleeth, wisnesse;"
And with his spere he smoot his herte But ydel swering is a cursednesse. 310 atwo,
349 Bihold and see, that in the firste table And wente his wey with-outen wordes mo. Of heighe goddes hestes8 honurable, He hath a thousand slayn this pestilence: How that the seconde heste of him is And, maister, er ye come in his presence, this
Me thinketh that it were necessarie "Tak nat my name in ydelo or amis.” For to be war of swich an adversarie: Lo, rather he forbedeth swich swering 315 Beth redy for to mete him evermore. 355 Than homicyde or many a cursed thing; Thus taughte me my dame, I sey namore.' I seye that, as by ordre, thus it stondeth; “By seinte Marie,” seyde this taverner, This knowen, that10 his hestes under “The child seith sooth,22 for he hath slayn
stondeth, I returned. a lose. & dishonor. I would rather. 11 plainly. 12 depart. 13 five.
16 cursed. dice. truthfully. ? judgment
16 nine o'clock A M. 17 quickly. 18 there is no need of it. . commandments. in vain.
10 those who.
20 dead drunk,
Henne over a myle, with-in a greet village, Ne deeth, allas! ne wol nat han my lyf; Both man and womman, child and hyne, Thus walke I, lyk a restelees caityf, 400
And on the ground, which is my modres I trowe his habitacioun be there;
gate, To been avysed greet wisdom it were, I knokke with my staf, bothe erly and late, Er that he dide a man a dishonour.'
And seye, 'leve15 moder, leet me in! “Ye, goddes armes," quod this ryotour, Lo, how I vanish, flesh, and blood, and "Is it swich peril with him for to mete? 365 skin! I shal him seke by wey and eek by strete, Allas! whan shul my bones been at reste? I make avow to goddes digne* bones! Moder, with yow wolde I chaunge my Herkneth, felawes, we three been al ones;5 cheste,
406 Lat ech of us holde up his hond til other, That in my chambre longe tyme hath be, And ech of us bicomen otheres brother, 370 Ye! for an heyre clowt16 to wrappe me!' And we wol sleen this false traytour Deeth; But yet to me she wol nat do that grace, He shal be slayn, which that so many for which ful pale and welked"? is my sleeth,
face. By goddes dignitee, er it be night.”
But, sirs, to yow it is no curteisye Togidres han thise three her trouthes To speken to an old man vileinye, plight,
But18 he trespasse in worde, or elles in To live and dyen ech of hem for other, 375 · dede. As though he were his owene yboren In holy writ ye may your self wel rede, 414 brother.
'Agayns19 an old man,
his heed, And up they sterte al dronken, in this rage, Ye sholde aryse,' wherfor I yeve yow reed, And forth they goon towardes that village, Ne dooth un-to an old man noon harm Of which the taverner had spoke biforn,
now, And many a grisly ooth than han they Namore than ye wolde men dide to yow sworn,
380 In age, if that ye so longe abyde; And Cristes blessed body they to-rente - And god be with yow, wher21 ye go22 or “Deeth shal be deed, if that they may him
I moot go thider as I have to go.” Whan they han goon nat fully half a “Nay, olde cherl, by god, thou shalt nat myle,
, Right as they wolde han troden over a Seyde this other hasardour anon, style,
“Thou partest nat so lightly, by seint An old man and a povre with hem mette. Iohn! This olde man ful mekely hem grette, 386 Thou spak right now of thilke traitour And seyde thus, “now, lordes, god yow Deeth, see!"
That in this contree alle our frendes sleeth. The proudest of thise ryotoures three Have heer my trouthe, as thou art his Answerde agayn, “what? carl, with sory grace,
Tel wher he is, or thou shalt it abye, 24 Why artow11 al forwrapped12 save thy face? | By god, and by the holy sacrament! Why lyvestow so longe in so greet age? "391 For soothly thou art oon of his assent,25 430
This olde man gan lokel3 in his visage, To sleen us yonge folk, thou false theef!” And seyde thus, "for I ne can nat finde “Now, sirs," quod he, "if that yow be so A man, though that I walked in-to Inde, leef26 Neither in citee nor in no village, 395
To finde Deeth, turne up this croked wey, That wolde chaunge his youthe for myn For in that grove I lafte him, by my fey, age;
Under a tree, and ther he wol abyde; 435 And therfore moot14 I han myn age stille, Nat for your boost28 he wol him no-thing As longe time as it is goddes wille.
16 hair cloth.
18 unless. 22 walk.
2 servant. 6 of one mind.
7 seize. & protect. 9 churl.
10 bad luck to you.
14 must. 11 art thou. 19 wrapped up. 13 looked.
27 on account of.