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

creature saw he that bare life,

Save on the green he sitting saw a wife, A fouler wight there may no man devise. imagine, tell Against* this knight this old wife gan to rise, to meet And said, “Sir Knight, hereforth lieth no way. *from here Tell me what ye are seeking, by your fay.

Paraventure it may the better be:

These olde folk know muche thing.” quoth she.

My leve* mother,” quoth this knight, “certain, dear I am but dead, but if that I can sayn unless What thing it is that women most desire: Could ye me wiss, I would well *quite your hire.” instruct <11>

“Plight me thy troth here in mine hand,” quoth she, *reward you*

“The nexte thing that I require of thee Thou shalt it do, if it be in thy might, And I will tell it thee ere it be night.”

“Have here my trothe,” quoth the knight; “I grant.”

“Thenne,” quoth she, “I dare me well avaunt, boast, affirm Thy life is safe, for I will stand thereby, Upon my life the queen will say as I:

Let see, which is the proudest of them all, That wears either a kerchief or a caul, That dare say nay to that I shall you teach.

Let us go forth withoute longer speech Then *rowned she a pistel* in his ear, she whispered a secret

And bade him to be glad, and have no fear.

 

When they were come unto the court, this knight Said, he had held his day, as he had hight, promised And ready was his answer, as he said.

Full many a noble wife, and many a maid, And many a widow, for that they be wise, —

The queen herself sitting as a justice, —

Assembled be, his answer for to hear,

And afterward this knight was bid appear.

To every wight commanded was silence,

And that the knight should tell in audience, What thing that worldly women love the best.

This knight he stood not still, as doth a beast, But to this question anon answer’d

With manly voice, that all the court it heard, “My liege lady, generally,” quoth he,

“Women desire to have the sovereignty

As well over their husband as their love And for to be in mast’ry him above.

This is your most desire, though ye me kill, Do as you list, I am here at your will.”

In all the court there was no wife nor maid Nor widow, that contraried what he said, But said, he worthy was to have his life.

And with that word up start that olde wife Which that the knight saw sitting on the green.

 

“Mercy,” quoth she, “my sovereign lady queen, Ere that your court departe, do me right.

I taughte this answer unto this knight, For which he plighted me his trothe there, The firste thing I would of him requere, He would it do, if it lay in his might.

Before this court then pray I thee, Sir Knight,”

Quoth she, “that thou me take unto thy wife, For well thou know’st that I have kept* thy life. *preserved If I say false, say nay, upon thy fay.” faith This knight answer’d, “Alas, and wellaway!

I know right well that such was my behest. promise For Godde’s love choose a new request

Take all my good, and let my body go.”

“Nay, then,” quoth she, “I shrew* us bothe two, curse For though that I be old, and foul, and poor, I n’ould for all the metal nor the ore, would not That under earth is grave, or lies above *buried But if thy wife I were and eke thy love.”

“My love?” quoth he, “nay, my damnation, Alas! that any of my nation

Should ever so foul disparaged be.

But all for nought; the end is this, that he Constrained was, that needs he muste wed, And take this olde wife, and go to bed.

 

Now woulde some men say paraventure

That for my negligence I do no cure take no pains To tell you all the joy and all th’ array That at the feast was made that ilke* day. *same To which thing shortly answeren I shall: I say there was no joy nor feast at all, There was but heaviness and muche sorrow: For privily he wed her on the morrow;

And all day after hid him as an owl,

So woe was him, his wife look’d so foul Great was the woe the knight had in his thought When he was with his wife to bed y-brought; He wallow’d, and he turned to and fro.

This olde wife lay smiling evermo’,

And said, “Dear husband, benedicite,

Fares every knight thus with his wife as ye?

Is this the law of king Arthoures house?

Is every knight of his thus dangerous? fastidious, niggardly I am your owen love, and eke your wife I am she, which that saved hath your life And certes yet did I you ne’er unright.

Why fare ye thus with me this firste night?

Ye fare like a man had lost his wit.

What is my guilt? for God’s love tell me it, And it shall be amended, if I may.”

“Amended!” quoth this knight; “alas, nay, nay, It will not be amended, never mo’;

Thou art so loathly, and so old also,

And thereto* comest of so low a kind, *in addition That little wonder though I wallow and wind; writhe, turn about So woulde God, mine hearte woulde brest!” burst “Is this,” quoth she, “the cause of your unrest?”

“Yea, certainly,” quoth he; “no wonder is.”

“Now, Sir,” quoth she, “I could amend all this, If that me list, ere it were dayes three, *So well ye mighte bear you unto me. if you could conduct But, for ye speaken of such gentleness yourself well As is descended out of old richess, towards me*

That therefore shalle ye be gentlemen; Such arrogancy is *not worth a hen. worth nothing Look who that is most virtuous alway,

*Prive and apert,* and most intendeth aye in private and public

To do the gentle deedes that he can;

And take him for the greatest gentleman.

Christ will,* we claim of him our gentleness, wills, requires Not of our elders for their old richess. *ancestors For though they gave us all their heritage, For which we claim to be of high parage, birth, descent Yet may they not bequeathe, for no thing, To none of us, their virtuous living

That made them gentlemen called to be, And bade us follow them in such degree.

Well can the wise poet of Florence,

That highte Dante, speak of this sentence: sentiment Lo, in such manner* rhyme is Dante’s tale. kind of ‘Full seld’ upriseth by his branches smale *seldom Prowess of man, for God of his goodness Wills that we claim of him our gentleness;’ <12>

For of our elders may we nothing claim But temp’ral things that man may hurt and maim.

Eke every wight knows this as well as I, If gentleness were planted naturally

Unto a certain lineage down the line,

Prive and apert, then would they never fine cease To do of gentleness the fair office

Then might they do no villainy nor vice.

Take fire, and bear it to the darkest house Betwixt this and the mount of Caucasus, And let men shut the doores, and go thenne, thence Yet will the fire as fair and lighte brenne burn As twenty thousand men might it behold; *Its office natural aye will it hold, it will perform its On peril of my life, till that it die. natural duty*

Here may ye see well how that gentery gentility, nobility Is not annexed to possession,

Since folk do not their operation

Alway, as doth the fire, lo, *in its kind from its very nature*

For, God it wot, men may full often find A lorde’s son do shame and villainy.

And he that will have price* of his gent’ry, esteem, honour For he was boren of a gentle house, *because And had his elders noble and virtuous, And will himselfe do no gentle deedes, Nor follow his gentle ancestry, that dead is, He is not gentle, be he duke or earl;

For villain sinful deedes make a churl.

For gentleness is but the renomee renown Of thine ancestors, for their high bounte, goodness, worth Which is a strange thing to thy person: Thy gentleness cometh from God alone.

Then comes our very* gentleness of grace; *true It was no thing bequeath’d us with our place.

Think how noble, as saith Valerius,

Was thilke* Tullius Hostilius, *that That out of povert’ rose to high

Read in Senec, and read eke in Boece,

There shall ye see express, that it no drede* is, *doubt That he is gentle that doth gentle deedes.

And therefore, leve* husband, I conclude, *dear Albeit that mine ancestors were rude,

Yet may the highe God, — and so hope I, —

Grant me His grace to live virtuously: Then am I gentle when that I begin

To live virtuously, and waive* sin. *forsake “And whereas ye of povert’ me repreve, reproach The highe God, on whom that we believe, In wilful povert’ chose to lead his life: And certes, every man, maiden, or wife May understand that Jesus, heaven’s king, Ne would not choose a virtuous living.

*Glad povert’ is an honest thing, certain; poverty cheerfully This will Senec and other clerkes sayn endured*

Whoso that holds him paid of his povert’, is satisfied with

I hold him rich though he hath not a shirt.

He that coveteth is a poore wight

For he would have what is not in his might But he that nought hath, nor coveteth to have, Is rich, although ye hold him but a knave. slave, abject wretch *Very povert’ is sinne,* properly. the only true poverty is sin

Juvenal saith of povert’ merrily:

The poore man, when he goes by the way Before the thieves he may sing and play <13>

Povert’ is hateful good,<14> and, as I guess, A full great *bringer out of business; deliver from trouble*

A great amender eke of sapience

To him that taketh it in patience.

Povert’ is this, although it seem elenge strange <15>

Possession that no wight will challenge Povert’ full often, when a man is low, Makes him his God and eke himself to know Povert’ a spectacle* is, as thinketh me a pair of spectacles Through which he may his very friendes see. *true And, therefore, Sir, since that I you not grieve, Of my povert’ no more me repreve. reproach “Now, Sir, of elde* ye repreve me: *age And certes, Sir, though none authority text, dictum Were in no book, ye gentles of honour

Say, that men should an olde wight honour, And call him father, for your gentleness; And authors shall I finden, as I guess.

Now there ye say that I am foul and old, Then dread ye not to be a cokewold. cuckold For filth, and elde, all so may I the, thrive Be greate wardens upon chastity.

But natheless, since I know your delight, I shall fulfil your wordly appetite.

Choose now,” quoth she, “one of these thinges tway, To have me foul and old till that I dey, die And be to you a true humble wife,

And never you displease in all my life: Or elles will ye have me young and fair, And take your aventure of the repair resort That shall be to your house because of me, —

Or in some other place, it may well be?

Now