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

was with a spear; Flemer* of fiendes out of him and her *banisher, driver out On which thy limbes faithfully extend,<10>

Me keep, and give me might my life to mend.”

 

Yeares and days floated this creature

Throughout the sea of Greece, unto the strait Of Maroc*, as it was her a venture: *Morocco; Gibraltar On many a sorry meal now may she bait, After her death full often may she wait, expect Ere that the wilde waves will her drive Unto the place there as she shall arrive. *where Men mighten aske, why she was not slain?

Eke at the feast who might her body save?

And I answer to that demand again,

Who saved Daniel in the horrible cave, Where every wight, save he, master or knave, servant Was with the lion frett*, ere he astart?* devoured ** escaped No wight but God, that he bare in his heart.

 

God list* to shew his wonderful miracle *it pleased In her, that we should see his mighty workes: Christ, which that is to every harm triacle, remedy, salve By certain meanes oft, as knowe clerkes, scholars Doth thing for certain ende, that full derk is To manne’s wit, that for our, ignorance Ne cannot know his prudent purveyance*. *foresight Now since she was not at the feast y-slaw, slain Who kepte her from drowning in the sea?

Who kepte Jonas in the fish’s maw,

Till he was spouted up at Nineveh?

Well may men know, it was no wight but he That kept the Hebrew people from drowning, With drye feet throughout the sea passing.

 

Who bade the foure spirits of tempest,<11>

That power have t’ annoye land and sea, Both north and south, and also west and east, Annoye neither sea, nor land, nor tree?

Soothly the commander of that was he

That from the tempest aye this woman kept, As well when she awoke as when she slept.

 

Where might this woman meat and drinke have?

Three year and more how lasted her vitaille*? *victuals Who fed the Egyptian Mary in the cave

Or in desert? no wight but Christ *sans faille. without fail*

Five thousand folk it was as great marvaille With loaves five and fishes two to feed God sent his foison* at her greate need. *abundance She drived forth into our ocean

Throughout our wilde sea, till at the last Under an hold*, that nempnen** I not can, castle *name Far in Northumberland, the wave her cast And in the sand her ship sticked so fast That thennes would it not in all a tide: <12>

The will of Christ was that she should abide.

 

The Constable of the castle down did fare go To see this wreck, and all the ship he sought, searched And found this weary woman full of care; He found also the treasure that she brought: In her language mercy she besought,

The life out of her body for to twin, divide Her to deliver of woe that she was in.

 

A manner Latin corrupt <13> was her speech, But algate* thereby was she understond. *nevertheless The Constable, when him list no longer seech, search This woeful woman brought he to the lond.

She kneeled down, and thanked *Godde’s sond*; what God had sent

But what she was she would to no man say For foul nor fair, although that she should dey. die She said, she was so mazed in the sea, That she forgot her minde, by her truth.

The Constable had of her so great pity And eke his wife, that they wept for ruth: pity She was so diligent withoute slouth

To serve and please every one in that place, That all her lov’d, that looked in her face.

 

The Constable and Dame Hermegild his wife Were Pagans, and that country every where; But Hermegild lov’d Constance as her life; And Constance had so long sojourned there In orisons, with many a bitter tear,

Till Jesus had converted through His grace Dame Hermegild, Constabless of that place.

 

In all that land no Christians durste rout; assemble All Christian folk had fled from that country Through Pagans, that conquered all about The plages* of the North by land and sea. regions, coasts To Wales had fled the Christianity the Old Britons who Of olde Britons, dwelling in this isle; were Christians*

There was their refuge for the meanewhile.

 

But yet n’ere* Christian Britons so exiled, there were That there n’ere some which in their privity not Honoured Christ, and heathen folk beguiled; And nigh the castle such there dwelled three: And one of them was blind, and might not see, But* it were with thilk* eyen of his mind, except *those With which men maye see when they be blind.

 

Bright was the sun, as in a summer’s day, For which the Constable, and his wife also, And Constance, have y-take the righte way Toward the sea a furlong way or two,

To playen, and to roame to and fro;

And in their walk this blinde man they met, Crooked and old, with eyen fast y-shet. shut “In the name of Christ,” cried this blind Briton, “Dame Hermegild, give me my sight again!”

This lady *wax’d afrayed of that soun’, was alarmed by that cry*

Lest that her husband, shortly for to sayn, Would her for Jesus Christe’s love have slain, Till Constance made her hold, and bade her wirch work The will of Christ, as daughter of holy Church The Constable wax’d abashed* of that sight, astonished And saide; “What amounteth all this fare?” what means all Constance answered; “Sir, it is Christ’s might, this ado?*

That helpeth folk out of the fiendes snare:”

And so farforth she gan our law declare, with such effect

That she the Constable, ere that it were eve, Converted, and on Christ made him believe.

 

This Constable was not lord of the place Of which I speak, there as he Constance fand, found But kept it strongly many a winter space, Under Alla, king of Northumberland,

That was full wise, and worthy of his hand Against the Scotes, as men may well hear; But turn I will again to my mattere.

 

Satan, that ever us waiteth to beguile, Saw of Constance all her perfectioun,

And *cast anon how he might quite her while; considered how to have And made a young knight, that dwelt in that town, revenge on her*

Love her so hot of foul affectioun,

That verily him thought that he should spill perish But* he of her might ones have his will. *unless He wooed her, but it availed nought;

She woulde do no sinne by no way:

And for despite, he compassed his thought To make her a shameful death to dey; die He waiteth when the Constable is away, And privily upon a night he crept

In Hermegilda’s chamber while she slept.

 

Weary, forwaked* in her orisons, *having been long awake Sleepeth Constance, and Hermegild also.

This knight, through Satanas’ temptation; All softetly is to the bed y-go, gone And cut the throat of Hermegild in two, And laid the bloody knife by Dame Constance, And went his way, there God give him mischance.

 

Soon after came the Constable home again, And eke Alla that king was of that land, And saw his wife dispiteously* slain, *cruelly For which full oft he wept and wrung his hand; And ill the bed the bloody knife he fand By Dame Constance: Alas! what might she say?

For very woe her wit was all away.

 

To King Alla was told all this mischance And eke the time, and where, and in what wise That in a ship was founden this Constance, As here before ye have me heard devise: describe The kinges heart for pity *gan agrise, to be grieved, to tremble*

When he saw so benign a creature

Fall in disease* and in misaventure. distress For as the lamb toward his death is brought, So stood this innocent before the king: This false knight, that had this treason wrought, Bore her in hand* that she had done this thing: accused her falsely

But natheless there was great murmuring Among the people, that say they cannot guess That she had done so great a wickedness.

 

For they had seen her ever virtuous,

And loving Hermegild right as her life: Of this bare witness each one in that house, Save he that Hermegild slew with his knife: This gentle king had *caught a great motife been greatly moved Of this witness, and thought he would inquere by the evidence*

Deeper into this case, the truth to lear. learn Alas! Constance, thou has no champion, Nor fighte canst thou not, so wellaway!

But he that starf for our redemption, *died And bound Satan, and yet li’th where he lay, So be thy stronge champion this day:

For, but Christ upon thee miracle kithe, show Withoute guilt thou shalt be slain *as swithe. immediately*

 

She set her down on knees, and thus she said; “Immortal God, that savedest Susanne

From false blame; and thou merciful maid, Mary I mean, the daughter to Saint Anne, Before whose child the angels sing Osanne, Hosanna If I be guiltless of this felony,

My succour be, or elles shall I die.”

 

Have ye not seen sometime a pale face

(Among a press) of him that hath been lad led Toward his death, where he getteth no grace, And such a colour in his face hath had, Men mighte know him that was so bestad bested, situated Amonges all the faces in that rout?

So stood Constance, and looked her about.

 

O queenes living in prosperity,

Duchesses, and ye ladies every one,

Have some ruth* on her adversity! *pity An emperor’s daughter, she stood alone; She had no wight to whom to make her moan.

O blood royal, that standest in this drede, danger Far be thy friendes in thy greate need!

 

This king Alla had such compassioun,

As gentle heart is full filled of pity, That from his eyen ran the water down

“Now hastily do fetch a book,” quoth he; “And if this knight will sweare, how that she This woman slew, yet will we us advise consider Whom that we will that shall be our justice.”

 

A Briton book, written with Evangiles, the Gospels Was fetched, and on this book he swore anon She guilty was; and, in the meanewhiles, An hand him smote upon the necke bone, That down he fell at once right as a stone: And both his eyen burst out of his face In sight of ev’rybody in that place.

 

A voice was heard, in general audience, That said; “Thou hast deslander’d guilteless The daughter of holy Church in high presence; Thus hast thou done, and yet *hold I my peace?” shall I be silent?*

Of this marvel aghast was all the press, As mazed folk they stood every one

For dread of wreake,* save Constance alone. *vengeance Great was the dread and eke the repentance Of them that hadde wrong suspicion

Upon this sely* innocent Constance; *simple, harmless And for this miracle, in conclusion,

And by Constance’s mediation,

The king, and many another in that place, Converted was, thanked be Christe’s grace!

 

This false knight was slain for his untruth By judgement of Alla hastily;

And yet Constance had of his death great ruth; compassion And after this Jesus of his mercy

Made Alla wedde full solemnely

This holy woman, that is so bright and sheen, And thus hath Christ y-made Constance a queen.