And faire, and riche, and yonge, and well begon." 8 "Yonge," what a word! Was human delusion ever more happily painted? How life-like is all, and how easy the tone. It is the satire of marriage. You will find it twenty times in Chaucer. Nothing more is wanted to exhaust the two subjects of French mockery than to unite with the satire of marriage the satire of religion. We find it here; and Rabelais is not more bitter. The monk whom Chaucer paints is a hypocrite, a jolly fellow, who knows good inns and jovial hosts better than the poor and the hospitals: "A Frere there was, a wanton and a mery And eke with worthy wimmen of the toun. He was an esy man to give penance, Ther as he wiste to han a good pitance: Is signe that a man is wel yshrive. And knew wel the tavernes in every toun, Men mote give silver to the poure freres."9 This lively irony had an exponent before in Jean de Meung. But Chaucer pushes it further, and gives it life and motion. His monk begs from house to house, holding out his wallet: "In every hous he gan to pore and prie, Or elles what you list, we may not chese; "Canterbury Tales," ii., Wife of Bath's Prologue, p. 185, lines 6177-6188. Ibid. prologue, ii. p. 7, line 208 et passim. A Goddes halfpeny, or a masse peny; Or yeve us of your braun, if ye have any, Our suster dere (lo here I write your name).' He has kept for the end of his circuit, Thomas, one of his most liberal clients. He finds him in bed, and ill; here is excellent fruit to suck and squeeze: "God wot,' quod he, 'laboured have I ful sore, Have I sayd many a precious orison. I have this day ben at your chirche at messe And ther I saw our dame, a, wher is she?'" 11 The dame enters: "This frere ariseth up ful curtisly, And hire embraceth in his armes narwe, And kisseth hire swete and chirketh as a sparwe.” 12 Then, in his sweetest and most caressing voice, he compliments her, and says: "Thanked be God that you yaf soule and lif, In all the chirche, God so save me.'” 13 Have we not here already Tartuffe and Elmire? But the monk is with a farmer, and can go to work more quickly and directly. When the compliments ended, he thinks of the substance, and asks the lady to let him talk alone with Thomas. He must inquire after the state of his soul: "I wol with Thomas speke a litel throw: To gropen tendrely a conscience. Now, dame,' quod he, 'jeo vous die sanz doute, Have I nat of a capon but the liver, And of your white bred nat but a shiver, "Canterbury Tales," The SompBoures Tale, ii. p. 220, lines 7319-7340. "Ibid. p. 221, line 7366. 12 Ibid. p. 221, line 7384. (But I ne wolde for me no beest were ded), I am a man of litel sustenance, My spirit hath his fostring in the Bible. My body is ay so redy and penible To waken, that my stomak is destroied.' "' 14 Poor man, he raises his hands to heaven, and ends with a sigh. The wife tells him her child died a fortnight before. Straightway he manufactures a miracle; how could he earn his money in any better way? He had a revelation of this death in the "dortour" of the convent; he saw the child carried to paradise; he rose with his brothers, with many a tere trilling on our cheke," and they sang a Te Deum: 66 "For, sire and dame, trusteth me right wel, Our orisons ben more effectuel, And more we seen of Cristes secree thinges "15 Presently he spurts out a whole sermon, in a loathsome style, and with an interest which is plain enough. The sick man, wearied, replies that he has already given half his fortune to all kinds of monks, and yet he continually suffers. Listen to the grieved exclamation, the true indignation of the mendicant monk, who sees himself threatened by the competition of a brother of the cloth to share his client, his revenue, his booty, his food-supplies: "The frere answered: 'O Thomas, dost thou so? What nedeth you diverse freres to seche? What nedeth him that hath a parfit leche, To sechen other leches in the toun? Your inconstance is your confusion. 14" Canterbury Tales," ii., The Somp. noures Tale, p. 222, lines 7397-7429. 15 Ibid. p. 223, lines 7450-7460. 10 Ibid. p. 226, lines 7536-7544 Recognize the great orator; he employs even the grand style to keep the supplies from being cut off: “‘A, yeve that covent half a quarter otes; Then he begins again his sermon in a louder tone, shouting at each word, quoting examples from Seneca and the classics, a terrible fluency, a trick of his trade, which, diligently applied, must draw money from the patient. He asks for gold," to make our cloistre," And yet, God wot, uneth the fundament Parfourmed is, ne of our pavement N' is not a tile yet within our wones; By God, we owen fourty pound for stones. Now help Thomas, for him that harwed helle, Than goth this world all to destruction. For who so fro this world wold us bereve, So God me save, Thomas, by your leve, 99 18 In the end, Thomas in a rage promises him a gift, tells him to put his hand in the bed and take it, and sends him away duped, mocked, and covered with filth. We have descended now to popular farce; when amusement must be had at any price, it is sought, as here, in broad jokes, even in filthiness. We can see how these two coarse and vigorous plants have blossomed in the dung of the Middle Ages. Planted by the sly fellows of Champagne and Ile-de-France, watered by the trouvères, they were destined fully to expand, speckled and ruddy, in the large hands of Rabelais. Meanwhile Chaucer plucks his nosegay from it. Deceived husbands, mishaps in inns, accidents in bed, cuffs, kicks, and robberies, these suffice to raise a loud laugh. Side by side with noble pictures 17"Canterbury Tales," ii., The Sompnoures Tale, p. 226, lines 7545-7553 18 Ibid. p. 230, lines 7685-7695. of chivalry, he gives us a train of Flemish grotesque figures, carpenters, joiners, friars, summoners; blows abound, fists descend on fleshy backs; many nudities are shown; they swindle one another out of their corn, their wives; they pitch one another out of a window; they brawl and quarrel. A bruise, a piece of open filthiness, passes in such society for a sign of wit. The summoner, being rallied by the friar, gives him tit for tat: "This Frere bosteth that he knoweth helle, And as an angel lad him up and doun, Wher is the nest of Freres in this place. A twenty thousand Freres on a route, And thurghout hell they swarmed all aboute, Such were the coarse buffooneries of the popular imagination. Section V.-The Art of Chaucer It is high time to return to Chaucer himself. Beyond the two notable characteristics which settle his place in his age and school of poetry, there are others which take him out of his age and school. If he was romantic and gay like the rest, it was after a fashion of his own. He observes characters, notes their differences, studies the coherence of their parts, endeavors to describe living individualities-a thing unheard of in his time, but which the renovators in the sixteenth century, and first among them Shakespeare, will do afterwards. Is it already the English positive common-sense and aptitude for seeing the inside of things 19 44 Canterbury Tales," ii., The Sompnoures Prologue, p. 217, lines 7254-7279. |