Canterbury Tales and Other Poems by Geoffrey Chaucer (always you kirsty moseley .txt) 📖

were not deep expert in lore, He wist it was the eight-and-twenty day Of April, that is messenger to May;

And saw well that the shadow of every tree Was in its length of the same quantity That was the body erect that caused it; And therefore by the shadow he took his wit, knowledge That Phoebus, which that shone so clear and bright, Degrees was five-and-forty clomb on height; And for that day, as in that latitude, It was ten of the clock, he gan conclude; And suddenly he plight* his horse about. *pulled <1>

 

“Lordings,” quoth he, “I warn you all this rout, company The fourthe partie of this day is gone.

Now for the love of God and of Saint John Lose no time, as farforth as ye may.

Lordings, the time wasteth night and day, And steals from us, what privily sleeping, And what through negligence in our waking, As doth the stream, that turneth never again, Descending from the mountain to the plain.

Well might Senec, and many a philosopher, Bewaile time more than gold in coffer.

For loss of chattels may recover’d be, But loss of time shendeth* us, quoth he. destroys It will not come again, withoute dread,

No more than will Malkin’s maidenhead,<2>

When she hath lost it in her wantonness.

Let us not moulde thus in idleness.

“Sir Man of Law,” quoth he, “so have ye bliss, Tell us a tale anon, as forword* is. *the bargain Ye be submitted through your free assent To stand in this case at my judgement.

Acquit you now, and *holde your behest*; keep your promise

Then have ye done your devoir* at the least.” *duty “Hoste,” quoth he, “de par dieux jeo asente; <3>

To breake forword is not mine intent.

Behest is debt, and I would hold it fain, All my behest; I can no better sayn.

For such law as a man gives another wight, He should himselfe usen it by right.

Thus will our text: but natheless certain I can right now no thrifty* tale sayn, worthy But Chaucer (though he can but lewedly knows but imperfectly*

On metres and on rhyming craftily)

Hath said them, in such English as he can, Of olde time, as knoweth many a man.

And if he have not said them, leve* brother, *dear In one book, he hath said them in another For he hath told of lovers up and down, More than Ovide made of mentioun

In his Epistolae, that be full old.

Why should I telle them, since they he told?

In youth he made of Ceyx and Alcyon,<4>

And since then he hath spoke of every one These noble wives, and these lovers eke.

Whoso that will his large volume seek

Called the Saintes’ Legend of Cupid:<5>

There may he see the large woundes wide Of Lucrece, and of Babylon Thisbe;

The sword of Dido for the false Enee;

The tree of Phillis for her Demophon;

The plaint of Diane, and of Hermion,

Of Ariadne, and Hypsipile;

The barren isle standing in the sea;

The drown’d Leander for his fair Hero; The teares of Helene, and eke the woe

Of Briseis, and Laodamia;

The cruelty of thee, Queen Medea,

Thy little children hanging by the halse, neck For thy Jason, that was of love so false.

Hypermnestra, Penelop’, Alcest’,

Your wifehood he commendeth with the best.

But certainly no worde writeth he

Of *thilke wick’ example of Canace, that wicked*

That loved her own brother sinfully;

(Of all such cursed stories I say, Fy), Or else of Tyrius Apollonius,

How that the cursed king Antiochus

Bereft his daughter of her maidenhead; That is so horrible a tale to read,

When he her threw upon the pavement.

And therefore he, *of full avisement, deliberately, advisedly*

Would never write in none of his sermons Of such unkind* abominations; *unnatural Nor I will none rehearse, if that I may.

But of my tale how shall I do this day?

Me were loth to be liken’d doubteless

To Muses, that men call Pierides<6>

(Metamorphoseos <7> wot what I mean),

But natheless I recke not a bean,

Though I come after him with hawebake*; *lout <8>

I speak in prose, and let him rhymes make.”

And with that word, he with a sober cheer Began his tale, and said as ye shall hear.

 

Notes to the Prologue to The Man of Law’s Tale 1. Plight: pulled; the word is an obsolete past tense from “pluck.”

 

2. No more than will Malkin’s maidenhead: a proverbial saying; which, however, had obtained fresh point from the Reeve’s Tale, to which the host doubtless refers.

 

3. De par dieux jeo asente: “by God, I agree”. It is characteristic that the somewhat pompous Sergeant of Law should couch his assent in the semi-barbarous French, then familiar in law procedure.

 

4. Ceyx and Alcyon: Chaucer treats of these in the introduction to the poem called “The Book of the Duchess.” It relates to the death of Blanche, wife of John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, the poet’s patron, and afterwards his connexion by marriage.

 

5. The Saintes Legend of Cupid: Now called “The Legend of Good Women”. The names of eight ladies mentioned here are not in the “Legend” as it has come down to us; while those of two ladies in the “legend” — Cleopatra and Philomela — are her omitted.

 

6. Not the Muses, who had their surname from the place near Mount Olympus where the Thracians first worshipped them; but the nine daughters of Pierus, king of Macedonia, whom he called the nine Muses, and who, being conquered in a contest with the genuine sisterhood, were changed into birds.

 

7. Metamorphoseos: Ovid’s.

 

8. Hawebake: hawbuck, country lout; the common proverbial phrase, “to put a rogue above a gentleman,” may throw light on the reading here, which is difficult.

 

THE TALE. <1>

 

O scatheful harm, condition of poverty, With thirst, with cold, with hunger so confounded; To aske help thee shameth in thine hearte; If thou none ask, so sore art thou y-wounded, That very need unwrappeth all thy wound hid.

Maugre thine head thou must for indigence Or steal, or beg, or borrow thy dispence*. expense Thou blamest Christ, and sayst full bitterly, He misdeparteth riches temporal; allots amiss Thy neighebour thou witest sinfully, blamest And sayst, thou hast too little, and he hath all: “Parfay (sayst thou) sometime he reckon shall, When that his tail shall brennen in the glede, burn in the fire*

For he not help’d the needful in their need.”

 

Hearken what is the sentence of the wise: Better to die than to have indigence.

Thy selve neighebour will thee despise, that same

If thou be poor, farewell thy reverence.

Yet of the wise man take this sentence, Alle the days of poore men be wick’, wicked, evil Beware therefore ere thou come to that prick*. *point If thou be poor, thy brother hateth thee, And all thy friendes flee from thee, alas!

O riche merchants, full of wealth be ye, O noble, prudent folk, as in this case, Your bagges be not fill’d with *ambes ace, two aces*

But with six-cinque, that runneth for your chance;<2> six-five

At Christenmass well merry may ye dance.

 

Ye seeke land and sea for your winnings, As wise folk ye knowen all th’ estate

Of regnes*; ye be fathers of tidings, kingdoms And tales, both of peace and of debate: *contention, war I were right now of tales desolate, barren, empty.

But that a merchant, gone in many a year, Me taught a tale, which ye shall after hear.

 

In Syria whilom dwelt a company

Of chapmen rich, and thereto sad* and true, *grave, steadfast Clothes of gold, and satins rich of hue.

That widewhere* sent their spicery, to distant parts Their chaffare was so thriftly** and so new, wares *advantageous That every wight had dainty* to chaffare* pleasure **deal With them, and eke to selle them their ware.

 

Now fell it, that the masters of that sort Have shapen them to Rome for to wend, determined, prepared

Were it for chapmanhood* or for disport, *trading None other message would they thither send, But come themselves to Rome, this is the end: And in such place as thought them a vantage For their intent, they took their herbergage. lodging Sojourned have these merchants in that town A certain time as fell to their pleasance: And so befell, that th’ excellent renown Of th’ emperore’s daughter, Dame Constance, Reported was, with every circumstance, Unto these Syrian merchants in such wise, From day to day, as I shall you devise relate This was the common voice of every man “Our emperor of Rome, God him see, look on with favour A daughter hath, that since the the world began, To reckon as well her goodness and beauty, Was never such another as is she:

I pray to God in honour her sustene, sustain And would she were of all Europe the queen.

 

“In her is highe beauty without pride, And youth withoute greenhood* or folly: *childishness, immaturity To all her workes virtue is her guide; Humbless hath slain in her all tyranny: She is the mirror of all courtesy,

Her heart a very chamber of holiness,

Her hand minister of freedom for almess*.” almsgiving And all this voice was sooth, as God is true; But now to purpose let us turn again. *our tale <3>

These merchants have done freight their shippes new, And when they have this blissful maiden seen, Home to Syria then they went full fain, And did their needes*, as they have done yore, business **formerly And liv’d in weal*; I can you say no more. *prosperity Now fell it, that these merchants stood in grace favour Of him that was the Soudan* of Syrie: *Sultan For when they came from any strange place He would of his benigne courtesy

Make them good cheer, and busily espy inquire Tidings of sundry regnes*, for to lear* realms **learn The wonders that they mighte see or hear.

 

Amonges other thinges, specially

These merchants have him told of Dame Constance So great nobless, in earnest so royally, That this Soudan hath caught so great pleasance pleasure To have her figure in his remembrance, That all his lust*, and all his busy cure*, pleasure **care Was for to love her while his life may dure.

 

Paraventure in thilke* large book, *that Which that men call the heaven, y-written was With starres, when that he his birthe took, That he for love should have his death, alas!

For in the starres, clearer than is glass, Is written, God wot, whoso could it read, The death of every man withoute dread. doubt In starres many a winter therebeforn

Was writ the death of Hector, Achilles, Of Pompey, Julius, ere they were born; The strife of Thebes; and of Hercules, Of Samson, Turnus, and of Socrates

The death; but mennes wittes be so dull, That no wight can well read it at the full.

 

This Soudan for his privy council sent, And, *shortly of this matter for to pace, to pass briefly by*

He hath to them declared his intent,

And told them certain, but* he might have grace *unless To have Constance, within a little space, He was but dead; and charged them in hie haste To shape* for his life some remedy. *contrive Diverse men diverse thinges said;

And arguments they casten up and down; Many a subtle reason forth they laid;

They speak of magic, and abusion*; *deception But finally, as in conclusion,

They cannot see in that none avantage, Nor