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

is done, we are almost at town.

 

Notes to the Sompnour’s Tale

 

1. Trentals: The money given to the priests for performing thirty masses for the dead, either in succession or on the anniversaries of their death; also the masses themselves, which were very profitable to the clergy.

 

2. Possessioners: The regular religious orders, who had lands and fixed revenues; while the friars, by their vows, had to depend on voluntary contributions, though their need suggested many modes of evading the prescription.

 

3. In Chaucer’s day the most material notions about the tortures of hell prevailed, and were made the most of by the clergy, who preyed on the affection and fear of the survivors, through the ingenious doctrine of purgatory. Old paintings and illuminations represent the dead as torn by hooks, roasted in fires, boiled in pots, and subjected to many other physical torments.

 

4. Qui cum patre: “Who with the father”; the closing words of the final benediction pronounced at Mass.

 

5. Askaunce: The word now means sideways or asquint; here it means “as if;” and its force is probably to suggest that the second friar, with an ostentatious stealthiness, noted down the names of the liberal, to make them believe that they would be remembered in the holy beggars’ orisons.

 

6. A Godde’s kichel/halfpenny: a little cake/halfpenny, given for God’s sake.

 

7. Harlot: hired servant; from Anglo-Saxon, “hyran,” to hire; the word was commonly applied to males.

 

8. Potent: staff; French, “potence,” crutch, gibbet.

 

9. Je vous dis sans doute: French; “I tell you without doubt.”

 

10. Dortour: dormitory; French, “dortoir.”

 

12. The Rules of St Benedict granted peculiar honours and immunities to monks who had lived fifty years — the jubilee period — in the order. The usual reading of the words ending the two lines is “loan” or “lone,” and “alone;” but to walk alone does not seem to have been any peculiar privilege of a friar, while the idea of precedence, or higher place at table and in processions, is suggested by the reading in the text.

 

13. Borel folk: laymen, people who are not learned; “borel”

was a kind of coarse cloth.

 

14. Eli: Elijah (1 Kings, xix.)

 

15. An emperor Jovinian was famous in the mediaeval legends for his pride and luxury

 

16. Cor meum eructavit: literally, “My heart has belched forth;”

in our translation, (i.e. the Authorised “King James” Version -

Transcriber) “My heart is inditing a goodly matter.” (Ps. xlv.

1.). “Buf” is meant to represent the sound of an eructation, and to show the “great reverence” with which “those in possession,”

the monks of the rich monasteries, performed divine service, 17. N’ere thou our brother, shouldest thou not thrive: if thou wert not of our brotherhood, thou shouldst have no hope of recovery.

 

18. Thomas’ life of Ind: The life of Thomas of India - i.e. St.

Thomas the Apostle, who was said to have travelled to India.

 

19. Potestate: chief magistrate or judge; Latin, “potestas;”

Italian, “podesta.” Seneca relates the story of Cornelius Piso; “De Ira,” i. 16.

 

20. Placebo: An anthem of the Roman Church, from Psalm cxvi. 9, which in the Vulgate reads, “Placebo Domino in regione vivorum” — “I will please the Lord in the land of the living”

 

21. The Gysen: Seneca calls it the Gyndes; Sir John Mandeville tells the story of the Euphrates. “Gihon,” was the name of one of the four rivers of Eden (Gen. ii, 13).

 

22. Him that harrowed Hell: Christ. See note 14 to the Reeve’s Tale.

 

23. Mr. Wright says that “it was a common practice to grant under the conventual seal to benefactors and others a brotherly participation in the spiritual good works of the convent, and in their expected reward after death.”

 

24. The friar had received a master’s degree.

 

25. The regular number of monks or friars in a convent was fixed at twelve, with a superior, in imitation of the apostles and their Master; and large religious houses were held to consist of so many convents.

 

THE CLERK’S TALE.

 

THE PROLOGUE.

 

“SIR Clerk of Oxenford,” our Hoste said, “Ye ride as still and coy, as doth a maid That were new spoused, sitting at the board: This day I heard not of your tongue a word.

I trow ye study about some sophime: sophism But Solomon saith, every thing hath time.

For Godde’s sake, be of *better cheer, livelier mien*

It is no time for to study here.

Tell us some merry tale, by your fay; faith For what man that is entered in a play, He needes must unto that play assent.

But preache not, as friars do in Lent, To make us for our olde sinnes weep,

Nor that thy tale make us not to sleep.

Tell us some merry thing of aventures.

Your terms, your coloures, and your figures, Keep them in store, till so be ye indite High style, as when that men to kinges write.

Speake so plain at this time, I you pray, That we may understande what ye say.”

 

This worthy Clerk benignely answer’d;

“Hoste,” quoth he, “I am under your yerd, rod <1>

Ye have of us as now the governance,

And therefore would I do you obeisance, As far as reason asketh, hardily: boldly, truly I will you tell a tale, which that I

Learn’d at Padova of a worthy clerk,

As proved by his wordes and his werk.

He is now dead, and nailed in his chest, I pray to God to give his soul good rest.

Francis Petrarc’, the laureate poet,<2>

Highte* this clerk, whose rhetoric so sweet *was called Illumin’d all Itale of poetry,

As Linian <3> did of philosophy,

Or law, or other art particulere:

But death, that will not suffer us dwell here But as it were a twinkling of an eye,

Them both hath slain, and alle we shall die.

 

“But forth to tellen of this worthy man, That taughte me this tale, as I began, I say that first he with high style inditeth (Ere he the body of his tale writeth)

A proem, in the which describeth he

Piedmont, and of Saluces <4> the country, And speaketh of the Pennine hilles high, That be the bounds of all West Lombardy: And of Mount Vesulus in special,

Where as the Po out of a welle small

Taketh his firste springing and his source, That eastward aye increaseth in his course T’Emilia-ward, <5> to Ferraro, and Venice, The which a long thing were to devise. narrate And truely, as to my judgement,

Me thinketh it a thing impertinent, irrelevant Save that he would conveye his mattere: But this is the tale, which that ye shall hear.”

 

Notes to the Prologue to the Clerk’s Tale 1. Under your yerd: under your rod; as the emblem of government or direction.

 

2. Francesco Petrarca, born 1304, died 1374; for his Latin epic poem on the carer of Scipio, called “Africa,” he was solemnly crowned with the poetic laurel in the Capitol of Rome, on Easter-day of 1341.

 

3. Linian: An eminent jurist and philosopher, now almost forgotten, who died four or five years after Petrarch.

 

4. Saluces: Saluzzo, a district of Savoy; its marquises were celebrated during the Middle Ages.

 

5. Emilia: The region called Aemilia, across which ran the Via Aemilia — made by M. Aemilius Lepidus, who was consul at Rome B.C. 187. It continued the Flaminian Way from Ariminum (Rimini) across the Po at Placentia (Piacenza) to Mediolanum (Milan), traversing Cisalpine Gaul.

 

THE TALE.<1>

 

*Pars Prima. First Part*

 

There is, right at the west side of Itale, Down at the root of Vesulus<2> the cold, A lusty* plain, abundant of vitaille; pleasant **victuals There many a town and tow’r thou may’st behold, That founded were in time of fathers old, And many another delectable sight;

And Saluces this noble country hight.

 

A marquis whilom lord was of that land, As were his worthy elders* him before, *ancestors And obedient, aye ready to his hand,

Were all his lieges, bothe less and more: Thus in delight he liv’d, and had done yore, long Belov’d and drad,* through favour of fortune, *held in reverence Both of his lordes and of his commune. commonalty Therewith he was, to speak of lineage, The gentilest y-born of Lombardy,

A fair person, and strong, and young of age, And full of honour and of courtesy:

Discreet enough his country for to gie, guide, rule Saving in some things that he was to blame; And Walter was this younge lordes name.

 

I blame him thus, that he consider’d not In time coming what might him betide,

But on his present lust* was all his thought, *pleasure And for to hawk and hunt on every side; Well nigh all other cares let he slide, And eke he would (that was the worst of all) Wedde no wife for aught that might befall.

 

Only that point his people bare so sore, That flockmel* on a day to him they went, *in a body And one of them, that wisest was of lore (Or elles that the lord would best assent That he should tell him what the people meant, Or elles could he well shew such mattere), He to the marquis said as ye shall hear.

 

“O noble Marquis! your humanity

Assureth us and gives us hardiness,

As oft as time is of necessity,

That we to you may tell our heaviness: Accepte, Lord, now of your gentleness, What we with piteous heart unto you plain, complain of And let your ears my voice not disdain.

 

“All* have I nought to do in this mattere *although More than another man hath in this place, Yet forasmuch as ye, my Lord so dear,

Have always shewed me favour and grace, I dare the better ask of you a space

Of audience, to shewen our request,

And ye, my Lord, to do right *as you lest. as pleaseth you*

 

“For certes, Lord, so well us like you And all your work, and ev’r have done, that we Ne coulde not ourselves devise how

We mighte live in more felicity:

Save one thing, Lord, if that your will it be, That for to be a wedded man you lest;

Then were your people *in sovereign hearte’s rest. completely “Bowe your neck under the blissful yoke Of sovereignty, and not of service,

Which that men call espousal or wedlock: And thinke, Lord, among your thoughtes wise, How that our dayes pass in sundry wise; For though we sleep, or wake, or roam, or ride, Aye fleeth time, it will no man abide.

 

“And though your greene youthe flow’r as yet, In creepeth age always as still as stone, And death menaceth every age, and smit smiteth In each estate, for there escapeth none: And all so certain as we know each one That we shall die, as uncertain we all Be of that day when death shall on us fall.

 

“Accepte then of us the true intent, mind, desire That never yet refused youre hest, command And we will, Lord, if that ye will assent, Choose you a wife, in short time at the lest, least Born of the gentilest and of the best

Of all this land, so that it ought to seem Honour to God and you, as we can deem.

 

“Deliver us out of all this busy dread, doubt And take a wife, for highe Godde’s sake: For if it so befell, as God forbid,

That through your death your lineage should slake, become extinct And that a strange successor