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coud it by rote, *knew And then he sang it well and boldely

From word to word according with the note; Twice in a day it passed through his throat; To schoole-ward, and homeward when he went; On Christ’s mother was set all his intent.

 

As I have said, throughout the Jewery, This little child, as he came to and fro, Full merrily then would he sing and cry, O Alma redemptoris, evermo’;

The sweetness hath his hearte pierced so Of Christe’s mother, that to her to pray He cannot stint* of singing by the way. *cease Our firste foe, the serpent Satanas,

That hath in Jewes’ heart his waspe’s nest, Upswell’d and said, “O Hebrew people, alas!

Is this to you a thing that is honest, creditable, becoming That such a boy shall walken as him lest In your despite, and sing of such sentence, Which is against your lawe’s reverence?”

 

From thenceforth the Jewes have conspired This innocent out of the world to chase; A homicide thereto have they hired,

That in an alley had a privy place,

And, as the child gan forth by for to pace, This cursed Jew him hent,* and held him fast *seized And cut his throat, and in a pit him cast.

 

I say that in a wardrobe* he him threw, *privy Where as the Jewes purged their entrail.

O cursed folk! O Herodes all new!

What may your evil intente you avail?

Murder will out, certain it will not fail, And namely* where th’ honour of God shall spread; *especially The blood out crieth on your cursed deed.

 

O martyr souded* to virginity, *confirmed <9>

Now may’st thou sing, and follow ever-in-one continually The white Lamb celestial (quoth she),

Of which the great Evangelist Saint John In Patmos wrote, which saith that they that gon Before this Lamb, and sing a song all new, That never fleshly woman they ne knew.<10>

 

This poore widow waited all that night After her little child, but he came not; For which, as soon as it was daye’s light, With face pale, in dread and busy thought, She hath at school and elleswhere him sought, Till finally she gan so far espy,

That he was last seen in the Jewery.

 

With mother’s pity in her breast enclosed, She went, as she were half out of her mind, To every place, where she hath supposed By likelihood her little child to find: And ever on Christ’s mother meek and kind She cried, and at the laste thus she wrought, Among the cursed Jewes she him sought.

 

She freined,* and she prayed piteously asked <11>

To every Jew that dwelled in that place, To tell her, if her childe went thereby; They saide, “Nay;” but Jesus of his grace Gave in her thought, within a little space, That in that place after her son she cried, Where he was cast into a pit beside.

 

O greate God, that preformest thy laud By mouth of innocents, lo here thy might!

This gem of chastity, this emeraud, emerald And eke of martyrdom the ruby bright,

Where he with throat y-carven* lay upright, *cut He Alma Redemptoris gan to sing

So loud, that all the place began to ring.

 

The Christian folk, that through the streete went, In came, for to wonder on this thing:

And hastily they for the provost sent.

He came anon withoute tarrying,

And heried* Christ, that is of heaven king, praised And eke his mother, honour of mankind; And after that the Jewes let he bind. caused With torment, and with shameful death each one The provost did these Jewes for to sterve* caused **die That of this murder wist, and that anon; He woulde no such cursedness observe overlook Evil shall have that evil will deserve; Therefore with horses wild he did them draw, And after that he hung them by the law.

 

The child, with piteous lamentation,

Was taken up, singing his song alway:

And with honour and great procession,

They crry him unto the next abbay.

His mother swooning by the biere lay;

Unnethes* might the people that were there *scarcely This newe Rachel bringe from his bier.

 

Upon his biere lay this innocent

Before the altar while the masses last’; lasted And, after that, th’ abbot with his convent Have sped them for to bury him full fast; And when they holy water on him cast,

Yet spake this child, when sprinkled was the water, And sang, O Alma redemptoris mater!

 

This abbot, which that was a holy man, As monkes be, or elles ought to be,

This younger child to conjure he began, And said; “O deare child! I halse* thee, *implore <12>

In virtue of the holy Trinity;

Tell me what is thy cause for to sing, Since that thy throat is cut, to my seeming.”

 

“My throat is cut unto my necke-bone,”

Saide this child, “and, as *by way of kind, in course of nature*

I should have died, yea long time agone; But Jesus Christ, as ye in bookes find, Will that his glory last and be in mind; And, for the worship* of his mother dear, *glory Yet may I sing O Alma loud and clear.

 

“This well* of mercy, Christe’s mother sweet, *fountain I loved alway, after my conning: knowledge And when that I my life should forlete, leave To me she came, and bade me for to sing This anthem verily in my dying,

As ye have heard; and, when that I had sung, Me thought she laid a grain upon my tongue.

 

“Wherefore I sing, and sing I must certain, In honour of that blissful maiden free, Till from my tongue off taken is the grain.

And after that thus saide she to me;

‘My little child, then will I fetche thee, When that the grain is from thy tongue take: Be not aghast,* I will thee not forsake.’” *afraid This holy monk, this abbot him mean I, His tongue out caught, and took away the grain; And he gave up the ghost full softely.

And when this abbot had this wonder seen, His salte teares trickled down as rain: And groff* he fell all flat upon the ground, *prostrate, grovelling And still he lay, as he had been y-bound.

 

The convent* lay eke on the pavement all the monks Weeping, and herying Christ’s mother dear. *praising And after that they rose, and forth they went, And took away this martyr from his bier, And in a tomb of marble stones clear

Enclosed they his little body sweet;

Where he is now, God lene* us for to meet. *grant O younge Hugh of Lincoln!<13> slain also With cursed Jewes, — as it is notable, For it is but a little while ago, —

Pray eke for us, we sinful folk unstable, That, of his mercy, God so merciable merciful On us his greate mercy multiply,

For reverence of his mother Mary.

 

Notes to the Prioress’s Tale

 

1. Tales of the murder of children by Jews were frequent in the Middle Ages, being probably designed to keep up the bitter feeling of the Christians against the Jews. Not a few children were canonised on this account; and the scene of the misdeeds was laid anywhere and everywhere, so that Chaucer could be at no loss for material.

 

2. This is from Psalm viii. 1, “Domine, dominus noster,quam admirabile est nomen tuum in universa terra.”

 

3. “Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings hast Thou ordained strength.” — Psalms viii. 2.

 

4. The ghost that in thee light: the spirit that on thee alighted; the Holy Ghost through whose power Christ was conceived.

 

5. Jewery: A quarter which the Jews were permitted to inhabit; the Old Jewry in London got its name in this way.

 

6. St. Nicholas, even in his swaddling clothes — so says the “Breviarium Romanum” —gave promise of extraordinary virtue and holiness; for, though he sucked freely on other days, on Wednesdays and Fridays he applied to the breast only once, and that not until the evening.

 

7. “O Alma Redemptoris Mater,” (“O soul mother of the Redeemer”) — the beginning of a hymn to the Virgin.

 

8. Antiphonere: A book of anthems, or psalms, chanted in the choir by alternate verses.

 

9. Souded; confirmed; from French, “soulde;” Latin, “solidatus.”

 

10. “And they sung as it were a new song before the throne, and before the four beasts, and the elders: and no man could learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the earth.

These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins. These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the firstfruits unto God and to the Lamb.”

— Revelations xiv. 3, 4.

 

11. Freined: asked, inquired; from Anglo-Saxon, “frinan,”

“fraegnian.” Compare German, “fragen.”

 

12. Halse: embrace or salute; implore: from Anglo-Saxon “hals,” the neck.

 

14 A boy said to have been slain by the Jews at Lincoln in 1255, according to Matthew Paris. Many popular ballads were made about the event, which the diligence of the Church doubtless kept fresh in mind at Chaucer’s day.

 

CHAUCER’S TALE OF SIR THOPAS.

 

THE PROLOGUE.<1>

 

WHEN said was this miracle, every man

As sober* was, that wonder was to see, serious Till that our Host to japen he began, *talk lightly And then at erst he looked upon me, for the first time

And saide thus; “What man art thou?” quoth he; “Thou lookest as thou wouldest find an hare, For ever on the ground I see thee stare.

 

“Approache near, and look up merrily.

Now ware you, Sirs, and let this man have place.

He in the waist is shapen as well as I; <2>

This were a puppet in an arm t’embrace For any woman small and fair of face.

He seemeth elvish* by his countenance, *surly, morose For unto no wight doth he dalliance.

 

“Say now somewhat, since other folk have said; Tell us a tale of mirth, and that anon.”

“Hoste,” quoth I, “be not evil apaid, dissatisfied For other tale certes can* I none, know Eut of a rhyme I learned yore agone.” *long “Yea, that is good,” quoth he; “now shall we hear Some dainty thing, me thinketh by thy cheer.” expression, mien Notes to the Prologue to Chaucer’s Tale of Sir Thopas 1. This prologue is interesting, for the picture which it gives of Chaucer himself; riding apart from and indifferent to the rest of the pilgrims, with eyes fixed on the ground, and an “elvish”, morose, or rather self-absorbed air; portly, if not actually stout, in body; and evidently a man out of the common, as the closing words of the Host imply.

 

2. Referring to the poet’s corpulency.

 

THE TALE <1>

 

The First Fit part Listen, lordings, in good intent,

And I will tell you verrament truly Of mirth and of solas, delight, solace All of a knight was fair and gent, gentle In battle and in tournament,

His name was Sir Thopas.

 

Y-born he was in far country,

In Flanders, all beyond the sea,

At Popering <2> in the place;

His father was a man full free,

And lord he was of that country,

As it was Godde’s grace. <3>

 

Sir Thopas was a doughty swain,

White was his face as paindemain, <4>

His lippes red as rose.

His rode* is like scarlet in grain, *complexion And I you tell in good certain

He had a seemly nose.

 

His hair, his beard, was like saffroun,

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