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

hath forlaft forsaken, left His lik’rousness,* and all his olde craft, *gluttony Can keep a forest best of any man;

Now keep them well, for if ye will ye can.

Look well, that ye unto no vice assent, Lest ye be damned for your wick’* intent, *wicked, evil For whoso doth, a traitor is certain;

And take keep* of that I shall you sayn; *heed Of alle treason, sov’reign pestilence

Is when a wight betrayeth innocence.

Ye fathers, and ye mothers eke also,

Though ye have children, be it one or mo’, Yours is the charge of all their surveyance, supervision While that they be under your governance.

Beware, that by example of your living, Or by your negligence in chastising,

That they not perish for I dare well say, If that they do, ye shall it dear abeye. pay for, suffer for Under a shepherd soft and negligent

The wolf hath many a sheep and lamb to-rent.

Suffice this example now as here,

For I must turn again to my mattere.

 

This maid, of which I tell my tale express, She kept herself, her needed no mistress; For in her living maidens mighte read, As in a book, ev’ry good word and deed That longeth to a maiden virtuous;

She was so prudent and so bounteous.

For which the fame out sprang on every side Both of her beauty and her bounte* wide: *goodness That through the land they praised her each one That loved virtue, save envy alone,

That sorry is of other manne’s weal,

And glad is of his sorrow and unheal* — *misfortune The Doctor maketh this descriptioun. — <5>

This maiden on a day went in the town

Toward a temple, with her mother dear, As is of younge maidens the mannere.

Now was there then a justice in that town, That governor was of that regioun:

And so befell, this judge his eyen cast Upon this maid, avising* her full fast, *observing As she came forth by where this judge stood; Anon his hearte changed and his mood,

So was he caught with beauty of this maid And to himself full privily he said,

“This maiden shall be mine *for any man.” despite what any Anon the fiend into his hearte ran, man may do*

And taught him suddenly, that he by sleight This maiden to his purpose winne might.

For certes, by no force, nor by no meed, bribe, reward Him thought he was not able for to speed; For she was strong of friendes, and eke she Confirmed was in such sov’reign bounte, That well he wist he might her never win, As for to make her with her body sin.

For which, with great deliberatioun,

He sent after a clerk <6> was in the town, The which he knew for subtle and for bold.

This judge unto this clerk his tale told In secret wise, and made him to assure He shoulde tell it to no creature,

And if he did, he shoulde lose his head.

And when assented was this cursed rede, counsel, plot Glad was the judge, and made him greate cheer, And gave him giftes precious and dear.

When shapen* was all their conspiracy *arranged From point to point, how that his lechery Performed shoulde be full subtilly,

As ye shall hear it after openly,

Home went this clerk, that highte Claudius.

This false judge, that highte Appius, —

(So was his name, for it is no fable,

But knowen for a storial* thing notable; historical, authentic The sentence of it sooth** is out of doubt); — account *true This false judge went now fast about

To hasten his delight all that he may.

And so befell, soon after on a day,

This false judge, as telleth us the story, As he was wont, sat in his consistory, And gave his doomes* upon sundry case’; judgments This false clerk came forth a full great pace, in haste And saide; Lord, if that it be your will, As do me right upon this piteous bill, petition In which I plain upon Virginius.

And if that he will say it is not thus, I will it prove, and finde good witness, That sooth is what my bille will express.”

The judge answer’d, “Of this, in his absence, I may not give definitive sentence.

Let do* him call, and I will gladly hear; *cause Thou shalt have alle right, and no wrong here.”

Virginius came to weet* the judge’s will, *know, learn And right anon was read this cursed bill; The sentence of it was as ye shall hear “To you, my lord, Sir Appius so clear, Sheweth your poore servant Claudius,

How that a knight called Virginius,

Against the law, against all equity,

Holdeth, express against the will of me, My servant, which that is my thrall* by right, *slave Which from my house was stolen on a night, While that she was full young; I will it preve prove By witness, lord, so that it you *not grieve; be not displeasing*

She is his daughter not, what so he say.

Wherefore to you, my lord the judge, I pray, Yield me my thrall, if that it be your will.”

Lo, this was all the sentence of the bill.

Virginius gan upon the clerk behold;

But hastily, ere he his tale told,

And would have proved it, as should a knight, And eke by witnessing of many a wight, That all was false that said his adversary, This cursed judge would no longer tarry, Nor hear a word more of Virginius,

But gave his judgement, and saide thus: “I deem* anon this clerk his servant have; *pronounce, determine Thou shalt no longer in thy house her save.

Go, bring her forth, and put her in our ward The clerk shall have his thrall: thus I award.”

 

And when this worthy knight, Virginius, Through sentence of this justice Appius, Muste by force his deare daughter give Unto the judge, in lechery to live,

He went him home, and sat him in his hall, And let anon his deare daughter call;

And with a face dead as ashes cold

Upon her humble face he gan behold,

With father’s pity sticking* through his heart, piercing All would he from his purpose not convert.** although *turn aside “Daughter,” quoth he, “Virginia by name, There be two wayes, either death or shame, That thou must suffer, — alas that I was bore! born For never thou deservedest wherefore

To dien with a sword or with a knife,

O deare daughter, ender of my life,

Whom I have foster’d up with such pleasance That thou were ne’er out of my remembrance; O daughter, which that art my laste woe, And in this life my laste joy also,

O gem of chastity, in patience

Take thou thy death, for this is my sentence: For love and not for hate thou must be dead; My piteous hand must smiten off thine head.

Alas, that ever Appius thee say! saw Thus hath he falsely judged thee to-day.”

And told her all the case, as ye before Have heard; it needeth not to tell it more.

 

“O mercy, deare father,” quoth the maid.

And with that word she both her armes laid About his neck, as she was wont to do, (The teares burst out of her eyen two), And said, “O goode father, shall I die?

Is there no grace? is there no remedy?”

“No, certes, deare daughter mine,” quoth he.

“Then give me leisure, father mine, quoth she, “My death for to complain* a little space *bewail For, pardie, Jephthah gave his daughter grace For to complain, ere he her slew, alas! <7>

And, God it wot, nothing was her trespass, offence But for she ran her father first to see, To welcome him with great solemnity.”

And with that word she fell a-swoon anon; And after, when her swooning was y-gone, She rose up, and unto her father said: “Blessed be God, that I shall die a maid.

Give me my death, ere that I have shame; Do with your child your will, in Godde’s name.”

And with that word she prayed him full oft That with his sword he woulde smite her soft; And with that word, a-swoon again she fell.

Her father, with full sorrowful heart and fell, stern, cruel Her head off smote, and by the top it hent, took And to the judge he went it to present, As he sat yet in doom* in consistory. *judgment And when the judge it saw, as saith the story, He bade to take him, and to hang him fast.

But right anon a thousand people *in thrast rushed in*

To save the knight, for ruth and for pity For knowen was the false iniquity.

The people anon had suspect* in this thing, *suspicion By manner of the clerke’s challenging, That it was by th’assent of Appius;

They wiste well that he was lecherous.

For which unto this Appius they gon,

And cast him in a prison right anon,

Where as he slew himself: and Claudius, That servant was unto this Appius,

Was doomed for to hang upon a tree;

But that Virginius, of his pity,

So prayed for him, that he was exil’d; And elles certes had he been beguil’d; see note <8>

The remenant were hanged, more and less, That were consenting to this cursedness. villainy Here men may see how sin hath his merite: deserts Beware, for no man knows how God will smite In no degree, nor in which manner wise The worm of conscience may agrise* frighten, horrify Of wicked life, though it so privy be, That no man knows thereof, save God and he; For be he lewed* man or elles lear’d,* ignorant **learned He knows not how soon he shall be afear’d; Therefore I rede* you this counsel take, *advise Forsake sin, ere sinne you forsake.

 

Notes to the Doctor’s Tale

 

1. Livy, Book iii. cap. 44, et seqq.

 

2. Faconde: utterance, speech; from Latin, “facundia,”

eloquence.

 

3. Slothe: other readings are “thought” and “youth.”

 

4. Meschance: wickedness; French, “mechancete.”

 

5. This line seems to be a kind of aside thrown in by Chaucer himself.

 

6. The various readings of this word are “churl,” or “cherl,” in the best manuscripts; “client” in the common editions, and “clerk” supported by two important manuscripts. “Client”

would perhaps be the best reading, if it were not awkward for the metre; but between “churl” and ”clerk” there can be little doubt that Mr Wright chose wisely when he preferred the second.

 

7. Judges xi. 37, 38. “And she said unto her father, Let … me alone two months, that I may go up and down upon the mountains, and bewail my virginity, I and my fellows. And he said, go.”

 

8. Beguiled: “cast into gaol,” according to Urry’s explanation; though we should probably understand that, if Claudius had not been sent out of the country, his death would have been secretly contrived through private detestation.

 

THE PARDONER’S TALE.

 

THE PROLOGUE.

 

OUR Hoste gan to swear as he were wood; “Harow!” quoth he, “by nailes and by blood, <1>

This was a cursed thief, a false justice.

As shameful death as hearte can devise Come to these judges and their advoca’s. advocates, counsellors Algate* this sely** maid is slain, alas! nevertheless *innocent Alas! too deare bought she her beauty.

Wherefore I say, that all day man may see That giftes of fortune and of nature

Be cause of death to many a creature.

Her beauty was her death, I dare well sayn; Alas! so piteously as she was slain.

[Of bothe giftes, that I speak of now

Men have full often more