| But it were all too long for to devise* *describe |
| The greate clamour, and the waimenting*, *lamenting |
| Which that the ladies made at the brenning* *burning |
| Of the bodies, and the great honour |
| That Theseus the noble conqueror |
| Did to the ladies, when they from him went: |
| But shortly for to tell is mine intent. |
| When that this worthy Duke, this Theseus, |
| Had Creon slain, and wonnen Thebes thus, |
| Still in the field he took all night his rest, |
| And did with all the country as him lest*. *pleased |
| To ransack in the tas* of bodies dead, *heap |
| Them for to strip of *harness and of **weed, *armour **clothes |
| The pillers* did their business and cure, *pillagers <9> |
| After the battle and discomfiture. |
| And so befell, that in the tas they found, |
| Through girt with many a grievous bloody wound, |
| Two younge knightes *ligging by and by* *lying side by side* |
| Both in *one armes*, wrought full richely: *the same armour* |
| Of whiche two, Arcita hight that one, |
| And he that other highte Palamon. |
| Not fully quick*, nor fully dead they were, *alive |
| But by their coat-armour, and by their gear, |
| The heralds knew them well in special, |
| As those that weren of the blood royal |
| Of Thebes, and *of sistren two y-born*. *born of two sisters* |
| Out of the tas the pillers have them torn, |
| And have them carried soft unto the tent |
| Of Theseus, and he full soon them sent |
| To Athens, for to dwellen in prison |
| Perpetually, he *n'olde no ranson*. *would take no ransom* |
| And when this worthy Duke had thus y-done, |
| He took his host, and home he rit anon |
| With laurel crowned as a conquerour; |
| And there he lived in joy and in honour |
| Term of his life; what needeth wordes mo'? |
| And in a tower, in anguish and in woe, |
| Dwellen this Palamon, and eke Arcite, |
| For evermore, there may no gold them quite* *set free |
| Bright was the sun, and clear that morrowning, |
| And Palamon, this woful prisoner, |
| As was his wont, by leave of his gaoler, |
| Was ris'n, and roamed in a chamber on high, |
| In which he all the noble city sigh*, *saw |
| And eke the garden, full of branches green, |
| There as this fresh Emelia the sheen |
| Was in her walk, and roamed up and down. |
| This sorrowful prisoner, this Palamon |
| Went in his chamber roaming to and fro, |
| And to himself complaining of his woe: |
| That he was born, full oft he said, Alas! |
| And so befell, by aventure or cas*, *chance |
| That through a window thick of many a bar |
| Of iron great, and square as any spar, |
| He cast his eyes upon Emelia, |
| And therewithal he blent* and cried, Ah! *started aside |
| As though he stungen were unto the heart. |
| And with that cry Arcite anon up start, |
| And saide, "Cousin mine, what aileth thee, |
| That art so pale and deadly for to see? |
| Why cried'st thou? who hath thee done offence? |
| For Godde's love, take all in patience |
| Our prison*, for it may none other be. *imprisonment |
| Fortune hath giv'n us this adversity'. |
| Some wick'* aspect or disposition *wicked |
| Of Saturn<11>, by some constellation, |
| Hath giv'n us this, although we had it sworn, |
| So stood the heaven when that we were born, |
| We must endure; this is the short and plain. |
| And with that word Arcita *gan espy* *began to look forth* |
| Where as this lady roamed to and fro |
| And with that sight her beauty hurt him so, |
| That if that Palamon was wounded sore, |
| Arcite is hurt as much as he, or more. |
| And with a sigh he saide piteously: |
| "The freshe beauty slay'th me suddenly |
| Of her that roameth yonder in the place. |
| And but* I have her mercy and her grace, *unless |
| That I may see her at the leaste way, |
| I am but dead; there is no more to say." |
| This Palamon, when he these wordes heard, |
| Dispiteously* he looked, and answer'd: *angrily |
| "Whether say'st thou this in earnest or in play?" |
| "Nay," quoth Arcite, "in earnest, by my fay*. *faith |
| God help me so, *me lust full ill to play*." *I am in no humour |
| This Palamon gan knit his browes tway. for jesting* |
| "It were," quoth he, "to thee no great honour |
| For to be false, nor for to be traitour |
| To me, that am thy cousin and thy brother |
| Y-sworn full deep, and each of us to other, |
| That never for to dien in the pain <12>, |
| Till that the death departen shall us twain, |
| Neither of us in love to hinder other, |
| Nor in none other case, my leve* brother; *dear |
| But that thou shouldest truly farther me |
| In every case, as I should farther thee. |
| This was thine oath, and mine also certain; |
| I wot it well, thou dar'st it not withsayn*, *deny |
| Thus art thou of my counsel out of doubt, |
| And now thou wouldest falsely be about |
| To love my lady, whom I love and serve, |
| And ever shall, until mine hearte sterve* *die |
| Now certes, false Arcite, thou shalt not so |
| I lov'd her first, and tolde thee my woe |
| As to my counsel, and my brother sworn |
| To farther me, as I have told beforn. |
| For which thou art y-bounden as a knight |
| To helpe me, if it lie in thy might, |
| Or elles art thou false, I dare well sayn," |
| This Arcita full proudly spake again: |
| "Thou shalt," quoth he, "be rather* false than I, *sooner |
| And thou art false, I tell thee utterly; |
| For par amour I lov'd her first ere thou. |
| What wilt thou say? *thou wist it not right now* *even now thou |
| Whether she be a woman or goddess. knowest not* |
| Thine is affection of holiness, |
| And mine is love, as to a creature: |
| For which I tolde thee mine aventure |
| As to my cousin, and my brother sworn |
| I pose*, that thou loved'st her beforn: *suppose |
| Wost* thou not well the olde clerke's saw<13>, *know'st |
| That who shall give a lover any law? |
| Love is a greater lawe, by my pan, |
| Than may be giv'n to any earthly man: |
| Therefore positive law, and such decree, |
| Is broke alway for love in each degree |
| A man must needes love, maugre his head. |
| He may not flee it, though he should be dead, |
| *All be she* maid, or widow, or else wife. *whether she be* |
| And eke it is not likely all thy life |
| To standen in her grace, no more than I |
| For well thou wost thyselfe verily, |
| That thou and I be damned to prison |
| Perpetual, us gaineth no ranson. |
| We strive, as did the houndes for the bone; |
| They fought all day, and yet their part was none. |
| There came a kite, while that they were so wroth, |
| And bare away the bone betwixt them both. |
| And therefore at the kinge's court, my brother, |
| Each man for himselfe, there is no other. |
| Love if thee list; for I love and aye shall |
| And soothly, leve brother, this is all. |
| Here in this prison musten we endure, |
| And each of us take his Aventure." |
| Great was the strife and long between these tway, |
| If that I hadde leisure for to say; |
| But to the effect: it happen'd on a day |
| (To tell it you as shortly as I may), |
| A worthy duke that hight Perithous<14> |
| That fellow was to the Duke Theseus |
| Since thilke* day that they were children lite** *that **little |
| Was come to Athens, his fellow to visite, |
| And for to play, as he was wont to do; |
| For in this world he loved no man so; |
| And he lov'd him as tenderly again. |
| So well they lov'd, as olde bookes sayn, |
| That when that one was dead, soothly to sayn, |
| His fellow went and sought him down in hell: |
| But of that story list me not to write. |
| Duke Perithous loved well Arcite, |
| And had him known at Thebes year by year: |
| And finally at request and prayere |
| Of Perithous, withoute ranson |
| Duke Theseus him let out of prison, |
| Freely to go, where him list over all, |
| In such a guise, as I you tellen shall |
| This was the forword*, plainly to indite, *promise |
| Betwixte Theseus and him Arcite: |
| That if so were, that Arcite were y-found |
| Ever in his life, by day or night, one stound* *moment<15> |
| In any country of this Theseus, |
| And he were caught, it was accorded thus, |
| That with a sword he shoulde lose his head; |
| There was none other remedy nor rede*. *counsel |
| But took his leave, and homeward he him sped; |
| Let him beware, his necke lieth *to wed*. *in pledge* |
| How great a sorrow suff'reth now Arcite! |
| The death he feeleth through his hearte smite; |
| He weepeth, waileth, crieth piteously; |
| To slay himself he waiteth privily. |
| He said; "Alas the day that I was born! |
| Now is my prison worse than beforn: |
| *Now is me shape* eternally to dwell *it is fixed for me* |
| Not in purgatory, but right in hell. |
| Alas! that ever I knew Perithous. |
| For elles had I dwelt with Theseus |
| Y-fettered in his prison evermo'. |
| Then had I been in bliss, and not in woe. |
| Only the sight of her, whom that I serve, |
| Though that I never may her grace deserve, |
| Would have sufficed right enough for me. |
| O deare cousin Palamon," quoth he, |
| "Thine is the vict'ry of this aventure, |
| Full blissfully in prison to endure: |
| In prison? nay certes, in paradise. |
| Well hath fortune y-turned thee the dice, |
| That hast the sight of her, and I th' absence. |
| For possible is, since thou hast her presence, |
| And art a knight, a worthy and an able, |
| That by some cas*, since fortune is changeable, *chance |
| Thou may'st to thy desire sometime attain. |
| But I that am exiled, and barren |
| Of alle grace, and in so great despair, |
| That there n'is earthe, water, fire, nor air, |
| Nor creature, that of them maked is, |
| That may me helpe nor comfort in this, |
| Well ought I *sterve in wanhope* and distress. *die in despair* |
| Farewell my life, my lust*, and my gladness. *pleasure |
| Alas, *why plainen men so in commune *why do men so often complain |
| Of purveyance of God*, or of Fortune, of God's providence?* |
| That giveth them full oft in many a guise |
| Well better than they can themselves devise? |
| Some man desireth for to have richess, |
| That cause is of his murder or great sickness. |
| And some man would out of his prison fain, |
| That in his house is of his meinie* slain. *servants <16> |
| Infinite harmes be in this mattere. |
| We wot never what thing we pray for here. |
| We fare as he that drunk is as a mouse. |
| A drunken man wot well he hath an house, |
| But he wot not which is the right way thither, |
| And to a drunken man the way is slither*. *slippery |
| And certes in this world so fare we. |
| We seeke fast after felicity, |
| But we go wrong full often truely. |
| Thus we may sayen all, and namely* I, *especially |
| That ween'd*, and had a great opinion, *thought |
| That if I might escape from prison |
| Then had I been in joy and perfect heal, |
| Where now I am exiled from my weal. |
| Since that I may not see you, Emily, |
| I am but dead; there is no remedy." |
| Therewith the fire of jealousy upstart |
| Within his breast, and hent* him by the heart *seized |
| So woodly*, that he like was to behold *madly |
| The box-tree, or the ashes dead and cold. |
| Then said; "O cruel goddess, that govern |
| This world with binding of your word etern* *eternal |
| And writen in the table of adamant |
| Your parlement* and your eternal grant, *consultation |
| What is mankind more *unto you y-hold* *by you esteemed |
| Than is the sheep, that rouketh* in the fold! *lie huddled together |
| For slain is man, right as another beast; |
| And dwelleth eke in prison and arrest, |
| And hath sickness, and great adversity, |
| And oftentimes guilteless, pardie* *by God |
| What governance is in your prescience, |
| That guilteless tormenteth innocence? |
| And yet increaseth this all my penance, |
| That man is bounden to his observance |
| For Godde's sake to *letten of his will*, *restrain his desire* |
| Whereas a beast may all his lust fulfil. |
| And when a beast is dead, he hath no pain; |
| But man after his death must weep and plain, |
| Though in this worlde he have care and woe: |
| Withoute doubt it maye standen so. |
| "The answer of this leave I to divines, |
| But well I wot, that in this world great pine* is; *pain, trouble |
| Alas! I see a serpent or a thief |
| That many a true man hath done mischief, |
| Go at his large, and where him list may turn. |
| But I must be in prison through Saturn, |
| And eke through Juno, jealous and eke wood*, *mad |
| That hath well nigh destroyed all the blood |
| Of Thebes, with his waste walles wide. |
| And Venus slay'th me on that other side |
| For jealousy, and fear of him, Arcite." |
| When that Arcite to Thebes comen was, |
| Full oft a day he swelt*, and said, "Alas!" *fainted |
| For see this lady he shall never mo'. |
| And shortly to concluden all his woe, |
| So much sorrow had never creature |
| That is or shall be while the world may dure. |
| His sleep, his meat, his drink is *him byraft*, *taken away from him* |
| That lean he wex*, and dry as any shaft. *became |
| His eyen hollow, grisly to behold, |
| His hue sallow, and pale as ashes cold, |
| And solitary he was, ever alone, |
| And wailing all the night, making his moan. |
| And if he hearde song or instrument, |
| Then would he weepen, he might not be stent*. *stopped |
| So feeble were his spirits, and so low, |
| And changed so, that no man coulde know |
| His speech, neither his voice, though men it heard. |
| And in his gear* for all the world he far'd *behaviour <19> |
| Not only like the lovers' malady |
| Of Eros, but rather y-like manie* *madness |
| Engender'd of humours melancholic, |
| Before his head in his cell fantastic.<20> |
| And shortly turned was all upside down, |
| Both habit and eke dispositioun, |
| Of him, this woful lover Dan* Arcite. *Lord <21> |
| Why should I all day of his woe indite? |
| When he endured had a year or two |
| This cruel torment, and this pain and woe, |
| At Thebes, in his country, as I said, |
| Upon a night in sleep as he him laid, |
| Him thought how that the winged god Mercury |
| Before him stood, and bade him to be merry. |
| His sleepy yard* in hand he bare upright; *rod <22> |
| A hat he wore upon his haires bright. |
| Arrayed was this god (as he took keep*) *notice |
| As he was when that Argus<23> took his sleep; |
| And said him thus: "To Athens shalt thou wend*; *go |
| There is thee shapen* of thy woe an end." *fixed, prepared |
| And with that word Arcite woke and start. |
| "Now truely how sore that e'er me smart," |
| Quoth he, "to Athens right now will I fare. |
| Nor for no dread of death shall I not spare |
| To see my lady that I love and serve; |
| In her presence *I recke not to sterve.*" *do not care if I die* |
| And with that word he caught a great mirror, |
| And saw that changed was all his colour, |
| And saw his visage all in other kind. |
| And right anon it ran him ill his mind, |
| That since his face was so disfigur'd |
| Of malady the which he had endur'd, |
| He mighte well, if that he *bare him low,* *lived in lowly fashion* |
| Live in Athenes evermore unknow, |
| And see his lady wellnigh day by day. |
| And right anon he changed his array, |
| And clad him as a poore labourer. |
| And all alone, save only a squier, |
| That knew his privity* and all his cas**, *secrets **fortune |
| Which was disguised poorly as he was, |
| To Athens is he gone the nexte* way. *nearest <24> |
| And to the court he went upon a day, |
| And at the gate he proffer'd his service, |
| To drudge and draw, what so men would devise*. *order |
| And, shortly of this matter for to sayn, |
| He fell in office with a chamberlain, |
| The which that dwelling was with Emily. |
| For he was wise, and coulde soon espy |
| Of every servant which that served her. |
| Well could he hewe wood, and water bear, |
| For he was young and mighty for the nones*, *occasion |
| And thereto he was strong and big of bones |
| To do that any wight can him devise. |
| In darkness horrible, and strong prison, |
| This seven year hath sitten Palamon, |
| Forpined*, what for love, and for distress. *pined, wasted away |
| Who feeleth double sorrow and heaviness |
| But Palamon? that love distraineth* so, *afflicts |
| That wood* out of his wits he went for woe, *mad |
| And eke thereto he is a prisonere |
| Perpetual, not only for a year. |
| Who coulde rhyme in English properly |
| His martyrdom? forsooth*, it is not I; *truly |
| Therefore I pass as lightly as I may. |
| It fell that in the seventh year, in May |
| The thirde night (as olde bookes sayn, |
| That all this story tellen more plain), |
| Were it by a venture or destiny |
| (As when a thing is shapen* it shall be), *settled, decreed |
| That soon after the midnight, Palamon |
| By helping of a friend brake his prison, |
| And fled the city fast as he might go, |
| For he had given drink his gaoler so |
| Of a clary <25>, made of a certain wine, |
| With *narcotise and opie* of Thebes fine, *narcotics and opium* |
| That all the night, though that men would him shake, |
| The gaoler slept, he mighte not awake: |
| And thus he fled as fast as ever he may. |
| The night was short, and *faste by the day *close at hand was |
| That needes cast he must himself to hide*. the day during which |
| And to a grove faste there beside he must cast about, or contrive, |
| With dreadful foot then stalked Palamon. to conceal himself.* |
| For shortly this was his opinion, |
| That in the grove he would him hide all day, |
| And in the night then would he take his way |
| To Thebes-ward, his friendes for to pray |
| On Theseus to help him to warray*. *make war <26> |
| And shortly either he would lose his life, |
| Or winnen Emily unto his wife. |
| This is th' effect, and his intention plain. |
| Now will I turn to Arcita again, |
| That little wist how nighe was his care, |
| Till that Fortune had brought him in the snare. |
| The busy lark, the messenger of day, |
| Saluteth in her song the morning gray; |
| And fiery Phoebus riseth up so bright, |
| That all the orient laugheth at the sight, |
| And with his streames* drieth in the greves** *rays **groves |
| The silver droppes, hanging on the leaves; |
| And Arcite, that is in the court royal |
| With Theseus, his squier principal, |
| Is ris'n, and looketh on the merry day. |
| And for to do his observance to May, |
| Remembering the point* of his desire, *object |
| He on his courser, starting as the fire, |
| Is ridden to the fieldes him to play, |
| Out of the court, were it a mile or tway. |
| And to the grove, of which I have you told, |
| By a venture his way began to hold, |
| To make him a garland of the greves*, *groves |
| Were it of woodbine, or of hawthorn leaves, |
| And loud he sang against the sun so sheen*. *shining bright |
| "O May, with all thy flowers and thy green, |
| Right welcome be thou, faire freshe May, |
| I hope that I some green here getten may." |
| And from his courser*, with a lusty heart, *horse |
| Into the grove full hastily he start, |
| And in a path he roamed up and down, |
| There as by aventure this Palamon |
| Was in a bush, that no man might him see, |
| For sore afeard of his death was he. |
| Nothing ne knew he that it was Arcite; |
| God wot he would have *trowed it full lite*. *full little believed it* |
| But sooth is said, gone since full many years, |
| The field hath eyen*, and the wood hath ears, *eyes |
| It is full fair a man *to bear him even*, *to be on his guard* |
| For all day meeten men at *unset steven*. *unexpected time <27> |
| Full little wot Arcite of his fellaw, |
| That was so nigh to hearken of his saw*, *saying, speech |
| For in the bush he sitteth now full still. |
| When that Arcite had roamed all his fill, |
| And *sungen all the roundel* lustily, *sang the roundelay*<28> |
| Into a study he fell suddenly, |
| As do those lovers in their *quainte gears*, *odd fashions* |
| Now in the crop*, and now down in the breres**, <29> *tree-top |
| Now up, now down, as bucket in a well. **briars |
| Right as the Friday, soothly for to tell, |
| Now shineth it, and now it raineth fast, |
| Right so can geary* Venus overcast *changeful |
| The heartes of her folk, right as her day |
| Is gearful*, right so changeth she array. *changeful |
| Seldom is Friday all the weeke like. |
| When Arcite had y-sung, he gan to sike*, *sigh |
| And sat him down withouten any more: |
| "Alas!" quoth he, "the day that I was bore! |
| How longe, Juno, through thy cruelty |
| Wilt thou warrayen* Thebes the city? *torment |
| Alas! y-brought is to confusion |
| The blood royal of Cadm' and Amphion: |
| Of Cadmus, which that was the firste man, |
| That Thebes built, or first the town began, |
| And of the city first was crowned king. |
| Of his lineage am I, and his offspring |
| By very line, as of the stock royal; |
| And now I am *so caitiff and so thrall*, *wretched and enslaved* |
| That he that is my mortal enemy, |
| I serve him as his squier poorely. |
| And yet doth Juno me well more shame, |
| For I dare not beknow* mine owen name, *acknowledge <30> |
| But there as I was wont to hight Arcite, |
| Now hight I Philostrate, not worth a mite. |
| Alas! thou fell Mars, and alas! Juno, |
| Thus hath your ire our lineage all fordo* *undone, ruined |
| Save only me, and wretched Palamon, |
| That Theseus martyreth in prison. |
| And over all this, to slay me utterly, |
| Love hath his fiery dart so brenningly* *burningly |
| Y-sticked through my true careful heart, |
| That shapen was my death erst than my shert. <31> |
| Ye slay me with your eyen, Emily; |
| Ye be the cause wherefore that I die. |
| Of all the remnant of mine other care |
| Ne set I not the *mountance of a tare*, *value of a straw* |
| So that I could do aught to your pleasance." |
| This Arcite then, with full dispiteous* heart, *wrathful |
| When he him knew, and had his tale heard, |
| As fierce as lion pulled out a swerd, |
| And saide thus; "By God that sitt'th above, |
| *N'ere it* that thou art sick, and wood for love, *were it not* |
| And eke that thou no weap'n hast in this place, |
| Thou should'st never out of this grove pace, |
| That thou ne shouldest dien of mine hand. |
| For I defy the surety and the band, |
| Which that thou sayest I have made to thee. |
| What? very fool, think well that love is free; |
| And I will love her maugre* all thy might. *despite |
| But, for thou art a worthy gentle knight, |
| And *wilnest to darraine her by bataille*, *will reclaim her |
| Have here my troth, to-morrow I will not fail, by combat* |
| Without weeting* of any other wight, *knowledge |
| That here I will be founden as a knight, |
| And bringe harness* right enough for thee; *armour and arms |
| And choose the best, and leave the worst for me. |
| And meat and drinke this night will I bring |
| Enough for thee, and clothes for thy bedding. |
| And if so be that thou my lady win, |
| And slay me in this wood that I am in, |
| Thou may'st well have thy lady as for me." |
| This Palamon answer'd, "I grant it thee." |
| And thus they be departed till the morrow, |
| When each of them hath *laid his faith to borrow*. *pledged his faith* |
| O Cupid, out of alle charity! |
| O Regne* that wilt no fellow have with thee! *queen <32> |
| Full sooth is said, that love nor lordeship |
| Will not, *his thanks*, have any fellowship. *thanks to him* |
| Well finden that Arcite and Palamon. |
| Arcite is ridd anon unto the town, |
| And on the morrow, ere it were daylight, |
| Full privily two harness hath he dight*, *prepared |
| Both suffisant and meete to darraine* *contest |
| The battle in the field betwixt them twain. |
| And on his horse, alone as he was born, |
| He carrieth all this harness him beforn; |
| And in the grove, at time and place y-set, |
| This Arcite and this Palamon be met. |
| Then change gan the colour of their face; |
| Right as the hunter in the regne* of Thrace *kingdom |
| That standeth at a gappe with a spear |
| When hunted is the lion or the bear, |
| And heareth him come rushing in the greves*, *groves |
| And breaking both the boughes and the leaves, |
| Thinketh, "Here comes my mortal enemy, |
| Withoute fail, he must be dead or I; |
| For either I must slay him at the gap; |
| Or he must slay me, if that me mishap:" |
| So fared they, in changing of their hue |
| *As far as either of them other knew*. *When they recognised each |
| There was no good day, and no saluting, other afar off* |
| But straight, withoute wordes rehearsing, |
| Evereach of them holp to arm the other, |
| As friendly, as he were his owen brother. |
| And after that, with sharpe speares strong |
| They foined* each at other wonder long. *thrust |
| Thou mightest weene*, that this Palamon *think |
| In fighting were as a wood* lion, *mad |
| And as a cruel tiger was Arcite: |
| As wilde boars gan they together smite, |
| That froth as white as foam, *for ire wood*. *mad with anger* |
| Up to the ancle fought they in their blood. |
| And in this wise I let them fighting dwell, |
| And forth I will of Theseus you tell. |
| The Destiny, minister general, |
| That executeth in the world o'er all |
| The purveyance*, that God hath seen beforn; *foreordination |
| So strong it is, that though the world had sworn |
| The contrary of a thing by yea or nay, |
| Yet some time it shall fallen on a day |
| That falleth not eft* in a thousand year. *again |
| For certainly our appetites here, |
| Be it of war, or peace, or hate, or love, |
| All is this ruled by the sight* above. *eye, intelligence, power |
| This mean I now by mighty Theseus, |
| That for to hunten is so desirous— |
| And namely* the greate hart in May—*especially |
| That in his bed there dawneth him no day |
| That he n'is clad, and ready for to ride |
| With hunt and horn, and houndes him beside. |
| For in his hunting hath he such delight, |
| That it is all his joy and appetite |
| To be himself the greate harte's bane* *destruction |
| For after Mars he serveth now Diane. |
| Clear was the day, as I have told ere this, |
| And Theseus, with alle joy and bliss, |
| With his Hippolyta, the faire queen, |
| And Emily, y-clothed all in green, |
| On hunting be they ridden royally. |
| And to the grove, that stood there faste by, |
| In which there was an hart, as men him told, |
| Duke Theseus the straighte way doth hold, |
| And to the laund* he rideth him full right, *plain <33> |
| There was the hart y-wont to have his flight, |
| And over a brook, and so forth on his way. |
| This Duke will have a course at him or tway |
| With houndes, such as him lust* to command. *pleased |
| And when this Duke was come to the laund, |
| Under the sun he looked, and anon |
| He was ware of Arcite and Palamon, |
| That foughte breme*, as it were bulles two. *fiercely |
| The brighte swordes wente to and fro |
| So hideously, that with the leaste stroke |
| It seemed that it woulde fell an oak, |
| But what they were, nothing yet he wote*. *knew |
| This Duke his courser with his spurres smote, |
| *And at a start* he was betwixt them two, *suddenly* |
| And pulled out a sword and cried, "Ho! |
| No more, on pain of losing of your head. |
| By mighty Mars, he shall anon be dead |
| That smiteth any stroke, that I may see! |
| But tell to me what mister* men ye be, *manner, kind <34> |
| That be so hardy for to fighte here |
| Withoute judge or other officer, |
| As though it were in listes royally. <35> |
| This Palamon answered hastily, |
| And saide: "Sir, what needeth wordes mo'? |
| We have the death deserved bothe two, |
| Two woful wretches be we, and caitives, |
| That be accumbered* of our own lives, *burdened |
| And as thou art a rightful lord and judge, |
| So give us neither mercy nor refuge. |
| And slay me first, for sainte charity, |
| But slay my fellow eke as well as me. |
| Or slay him first; for, though thou know it lite*, *little |
| This is thy mortal foe, this is Arcite |
| That from thy land is banisht on his head, |
| For which he hath deserved to be dead. |
| For this is he that came unto thy gate |
| And saide, that he highte Philostrate. |
| Thus hath he japed* thee full many year, *deceived |
| And thou hast made of him thy chief esquier; |
| And this is he, that loveth Emily. |
| For since the day is come that I shall die |
| I make pleinly* my confession, *fully, unreservedly |
| That I am thilke* woful Palamon, *that same <36> |
| That hath thy prison broken wickedly. |
| I am thy mortal foe, and it am I |
| That so hot loveth Emily the bright, |
| That I would die here present in her sight. |
| Therefore I aske death and my jewise*. *judgement |
| But slay my fellow eke in the same wise, |
| For both we have deserved to be slain." |
| The queen anon for very womanhead |
| Began to weep, and so did Emily, |
| And all the ladies in the company. |
| Great pity was it as it thought them all, |
| That ever such a chance should befall, |
| For gentle men they were, of great estate, |
| And nothing but for love was this debate |
| They saw their bloody woundes wide and sore, |
| And cried all at once, both less and more, |
| "Have mercy, Lord, upon us women all." |
| And on their bare knees adown they fall |
| And would have kissed his feet there as he stood, |
| Till at the last *aslaked was his mood* *his anger was |
| (For pity runneth soon in gentle heart); appeased* |
| And though at first for ire he quoke and start |
| He hath consider'd shortly in a clause |
| The trespass of them both, and eke the cause: |
| And although that his ire their guilt accused |
| Yet in his reason he them both excused; |
| As thus; he thoughte well that every man |
| Will help himself in love if that he can, |
| And eke deliver himself out of prison. |
| Of women, for they wepten ever-in-one:* *continually |
| And eke his hearte had compassion |
| And in his gentle heart he thought anon, |
| And soft unto himself he saide: "Fie |
| Upon a lord that will have no mercy, |
| But be a lion both in word and deed, |
| To them that be in repentance and dread, |
| As well as-to a proud dispiteous* man *unpitying |
| That will maintaine what he first began. |
| That lord hath little of discretion, |
| That in such case *can no division*: *can make no distinction* |
| But weigheth pride and humbless *after one*." *alike* |
| And shortly, when his ire is thus agone, |
| He gan to look on them with eyen light*, *gentle, lenient* |
| And spake these same wordes *all on height.* *aloud* |
| "The god of love, ah! benedicite*, *bless ye him |
| How mighty and how great a lord is he! |
| Against his might there gaine* none obstacles, *avail, conquer |
| He may be called a god for his miracles |
| For he can maken at his owen guise |
| Of every heart, as that him list devise. |
| Lo here this Arcite, and this Palamon, |
| That quietly were out of my prison, |
| And might have lived in Thebes royally, |
| And weet* I am their mortal enemy, *knew |
| And that their death li'th in my might also, |
| And yet hath love, *maugre their eyen two*, *in spite of their eyes* |
| Y-brought them hither bothe for to die. |
| Now look ye, is not this an high folly? |
| Who may not be a fool, if but he love? |
| Behold, for Godde's sake that sits above, |
| See how they bleed! be they not well array'd? |
| Thus hath their lord, the god of love, them paid |
| Their wages and their fees for their service; |
| And yet they weene for to be full wise, |
| That serve love, for aught that may befall. |
| But this is yet the beste game* of all, *joke |
| That she, for whom they have this jealousy, |
| Can them therefor as muchel thank as me. |
| She wot no more of all this *hote fare*, *hot behaviour* |
| By God, than wot a cuckoo or an hare. |
| But all must be assayed hot or cold; |
| A man must be a fool, or young or old; |
| I wot it by myself *full yore agone*: *long years ago* |
| For in my time a servant was I one. |
| And therefore since I know of love's pain, |
| And wot how sore it can a man distrain*, *distress |
| As he that oft hath been caught in his last*, *snare <38> |
| I you forgive wholly this trespass, |
| At request of the queen that kneeleth here, |
| And eke of Emily, my sister dear. |
| And ye shall both anon unto me swear, |
| That never more ye shall my country dere* *injure |
| Nor make war upon me night nor day, |
| But be my friends in alle that ye may. |
| I you forgive this trespass *every deal*. *completely* |
| And they him sware *his asking* fair and well, *what he asked* |
| And him of lordship and of mercy pray'd, |
| And he them granted grace, and thus he said: |
| "To speak of royal lineage and richess, |
| Though that she were a queen or a princess, |
| Each of you both is worthy doubteless |
| To wedde when time is; but natheless |
| I speak as for my sister Emily, |
| For whom ye have this strife and jealousy, |
| Ye wot* yourselves, she may not wed the two *know |
| At once, although ye fight for evermo: |
| But one of you, *all be him loth or lief,* *whether or not he wishes* |
| He must *go pipe into an ivy leaf*: *"go whistle"* |
| This is to say, she may not have you both, |
| All be ye never so jealous, nor so wroth. |
| And therefore I you put in this degree, |
| That each of you shall have his destiny |
| As *him is shape*; and hearken in what wise *as is decreed for him* |
| Lo hear your end of that I shall devise. |
| My will is this, for plain conclusion |
| Withouten any replication*, *reply |
| If that you liketh, take it for the best, |
| That evereach of you shall go where *him lest*, *he pleases |
| Freely without ransom or danger; |
| And this day fifty weekes, *farre ne nerre*, *neither more nor less* |
| Evereach of you shall bring an hundred knights, |
| Armed for listes up at alle rights |
| All ready to darraine* her by bataille, *contend for |
| And this behete* I you withoute fail *promise |
| Upon my troth, and as I am a knight, |
| That whether of you bothe that hath might, |
| That is to say, that whether he or thou |
| May with his hundred, as I spake of now, |
| Slay his contrary, or out of listes drive, |
| Him shall I given Emily to wive, |
| To whom that fortune gives so fair a grace. |
| The listes shall I make here in this place. |
| *And God so wisly on my soule rue*, *may God as surely have |
| As I shall even judge be and true. mercy on my soul* |
| Ye shall none other ende with me maken |
| Than one of you shalle be dead or taken. |
| And if you thinketh this is well y-said, |
| Say your advice*, and hold yourselves apaid**. *opinion **satisfied |
| This is your end, and your conclusion." |
| Who looketh lightly now but Palamon? |
| Who springeth up for joye but Arcite? |
| Who could it tell, or who could it indite, |
| The joye that is maked in the place |
| When Theseus hath done so fair a grace? |
| But down on knees went every *manner wight*, *kind of person* |
| And thanked him with all their heartes' might, |
| And namely* these Thebans *ofte sithe*. *especially *oftentimes* |
| And thus with good hope and with hearte blithe |
| They take their leave, and homeward gan they ride |
| To Thebes-ward, with his old walles wide. |
| I trow men woulde deem it negligence, |
| If I forgot to telle the dispence* *expenditure |
| Of Theseus, that went so busily |
| To maken up the listes royally, |
| That such a noble theatre as it was, |
| I dare well say, in all this world there n'as*. *was not |
| The circuit a mile was about, |
| Walled of stone, and ditched all without. |
| *Round was the shape, in manner of compass, |
| Full of degrees, the height of sixty pas* *see note <39>* |
| That when a man was set on one degree |
| He letted* not his fellow for to see. *hindered |
| Eastward there stood a gate of marble white, |
| Westward right such another opposite. |
| And, shortly to conclude, such a place |
| Was never on earth made in so little space, |
| For in the land there was no craftes-man, |
| That geometry or arsmetrike* can**, *arithmetic **knew |
| Nor pourtrayor*, nor carver of images, *portrait painter |
| That Theseus ne gave him meat and wages |
| The theatre to make and to devise. |
| And for to do his rite and sacrifice |
| He eastward hath upon the gate above, |
| In worship of Venus, goddess of love, |
| *Done make* an altar and an oratory; *caused to be made* |
| And westward, in the mind and in memory |
| Of Mars, he maked hath right such another, |
| That coste largely of gold a fother*. *a great amount |
| And northward, in a turret on the wall, |
| Of alabaster white and red coral |
| An oratory riche for to see, |
| In worship of Diane of chastity, |
| Hath Theseus done work in noble wise. |
| But yet had I forgotten to devise* *describe |
| The noble carving, and the portraitures, |
| The shape, the countenance of the figures |
| That weren in there oratories three. |
| First in the temple of Venus may'st thou see |
| Wrought on the wall, full piteous to behold, |
| The broken sleepes, and the sikes* cold, *sighes |
| The sacred teares, and the waimentings*, *lamentings |
| The fiery strokes of the desirings, |
| That Love's servants in this life endure; |
| The oathes, that their covenants assure. |
| Pleasance and Hope, Desire, Foolhardiness, |
| Beauty and Youth, and Bawdry and Richess, |
| Charms and Sorc'ry, Leasings* and Flattery, *falsehoods |
| Dispence, Business, and Jealousy, |
| That wore of yellow goldes* a garland, *sunflowers <40> |
| And had a cuckoo sitting on her hand, |
| Feasts, instruments, and caroles and dances, |
| Lust and array, and all the circumstances |
| Of Love, which I reckon'd and reckon shall |
| In order, were painted on the wall, |
| And more than I can make of mention. |
| For soothly all the mount of Citheron,<41> |
| Where Venus hath her principal dwelling, |
| Was showed on the wall in pourtraying, |
| With all the garden, and the lustiness*. *pleasantness |
| Nor was forgot the porter Idleness, |
| Nor Narcissus the fair of *yore agone*, *olden times* |
| Nor yet the folly of King Solomon, |
| Nor yet the greate strength of Hercules, |
| Th' enchantments of Medea and Circes, |
| Nor of Turnus the hardy fierce courage, |
| The rich Croesus *caitif in servage.* <42> *abased into slavery* |
| Thus may ye see, that wisdom nor richess, |
| Beauty, nor sleight, nor strength, nor hardiness |
| Ne may with Venus holde champartie*, *divided possession <43> |
| For as her liste the world may she gie*. *guide |
| Lo, all these folk so caught were in her las* *snare |
| Till they for woe full often said, Alas! |
| Suffice these ensamples one or two, |
| Although I could reckon a thousand mo'. |
| Why should I not as well eke tell you all |
| The portraiture, that was upon the wall |
| Within the temple of mighty Mars the Red? |
| All painted was the wall in length and brede* *breadth |
| Like to the estres* of the grisly place *interior chambers |
| That hight the great temple of Mars in Thrace, |
| In thilke* cold and frosty region, *that |
| There as Mars hath his sovereign mansion. |
| In which there dwelled neither man nor beast, |
| With knotty gnarry* barren trees old *gnarled |
| Of stubbes sharp and hideous to behold; |
| In which there ran a rumble and a sough*, *groaning noise |
| As though a storm should bursten every bough: |
| And downward from an hill under a bent* *slope |
| There stood the temple of Mars Armipotent, |
| Wrought all of burnish'd steel, of which th' entry |
| Was long and strait, and ghastly for to see. |
| And thereout came *a rage and such a vise*, *such a furious voice* |
| That it made all the gates for to rise. |
| The northern light in at the doore shone, |
| For window on the walle was there none |
| Through which men mighten any light discern. |
| The doors were all of adamant etern, |
| Y-clenched *overthwart and ende-long* *crossways and lengthways* |
| With iron tough, and, for to make it strong, |
| Every pillar the temple to sustain |
| Was tunne-great*, of iron bright and sheen. *thick as a tun (barrel) |
| There saw I first the dark imagining |
| Of felony, and all the compassing; |
| The cruel ire, as red as any glede*, *live coal |
| The picke-purse<45>, and eke the pale dread; |
| The smiler with the knife under the cloak, |
| The shepen* burning with the blacke smoke *stable <46> |
| The treason of the murd'ring in the bed, |
| The open war, with woundes all be-bled; |
| Conteke* with bloody knife, and sharp menace. *contention, discord |
| All full of chirking* was that sorry place. *creaking, jarring noise |
| The slayer of himself eke saw I there, |
| His hearte-blood had bathed all his hair: |
| The nail y-driven in the shode* at night, *hair of the head <47> |
| The colde death, with mouth gaping upright. |
| Amiddes of the temple sat Mischance, |
| With discomfort and sorry countenance; |
| Eke saw I Woodness* laughing in his rage, *Madness |
| Armed Complaint, Outhees*, and fierce Outrage; *Outcry |
| The carrain* in the bush, with throat y-corve**, *corpse **slashed |
| A thousand slain, and not *of qualm y-storve*; *dead of sickness* |
| The tyrant, with the prey by force y-reft; |
| The town destroy'd, that there was nothing left. |
| Yet saw I brent* the shippes hoppesteres, <48> *burnt |
| The hunter strangled with the wilde bears: |
| The sow freting* the child right in the cradle; *devouring <49> |
| The cook scalded, for all his longe ladle. |
| Nor was forgot, *by th'infortune of Mart* *through the misfortune |
| The carter overridden with his cart; of war* |
| Under the wheel full low he lay adown. |
| There were also of Mars' division, |
| The armourer, the bowyer*, and the smith, *maker of bows |
| That forgeth sharp swordes on his stith*. *anvil |
| And all above depainted in a tower |
| Saw I Conquest, sitting in great honour, |
| With thilke* sharpe sword over his head *that |
| Hanging by a subtle y-twined thread. |
| Painted the slaughter was of Julius<50>, |
| Of cruel Nero, and Antonius: |
| Although at that time they were yet unborn, |
| Yet was their death depainted there beforn, |
| By menacing of Mars, right by figure, |
| So was it showed in that portraiture, |
| As is depainted in the stars above, |
| Who shall be slain, or elles dead for love. |
| Sufficeth one ensample in stories old, |
| I may not reckon them all, though I wo'ld. |
| Now to the temple of Dian the chaste |
| As shortly as I can I will me haste, |
| To telle you all the descriptioun. |
| Depainted be the walles up and down |
| Of hunting and of shamefast chastity. |
| There saw I how woful Calistope,<52> |
| When that Dian aggrieved was with her, |
| Was turned from a woman to a bear, |
| And after was she made the lodestar*: *pole star |
| Thus was it painted, I can say no far*; *farther |
| Her son is eke a star as men may see. |
| There saw I Dane <53> turn'd into a tree, |
| I meane not the goddess Diane, |
| But Peneus' daughter, which that hight Dane. |
| There saw I Actaeon an hart y-maked*, *made |
| For vengeance that he saw Dian all naked: |
| I saw how that his houndes have him caught, |
| And freten* him, for that they knew him not. *devour |
| Yet painted was, a little farthermore |
| How Atalanta hunted the wild boar; |
| And Meleager, and many other mo', |
| For which Diana wrought them care and woe. |
| There saw I many another wondrous story, |
| The which me list not drawen to memory. |
| This goddess on an hart full high was set*, *seated |
| With smalle houndes all about her feet, |
| And underneath her feet she had a moon, |
| Waxing it was, and shoulde wane soon. |
| In gaudy green her statue clothed was, |
| With bow in hand, and arrows in a case*. *quiver |
| Her eyen caste she full low adown, |
| Where Pluto hath his darke regioun. |
| A woman travailing was her beforn, |
| But, for her child so longe was unborn, |
| Full piteously Lucina <54> gan she call, |
| And saide; "Help, for thou may'st best of all." |
| Well could he painte lifelike that it wrought; |
| With many a florin he the hues had bought. |
| Now be these listes made, and Theseus, |
| That at his greate cost arrayed thus |
| The temples, and the theatre every deal*, *part <55> |
| When it was done, him liked wonder well. |
| But stint* I will of Theseus a lite**, *cease speaking **little |
| And speak of Palamon and of Arcite. |
| The day approacheth of their returning, |
| That evereach an hundred knights should bring, |
| The battle to darraine* as I you told; *contest |
| And to Athens, their covenant to hold, |
| Hath ev'reach of them brought an hundred knights, |
| Well-armed for the war at alle rights. |
| And sickerly* there trowed** many a man, *surely <56> **believed |
| That never, sithen* that the world began, *since |
| For to speaken of knighthood of their hand, |
| As far as God hath maked sea and land, |
| Was, of so few, so noble a company. |
| For every wight that loved chivalry, |
| And would, *his thankes, have a passant name*, *thanks to his own |
| Had prayed, that he might be of that game, efforts, have a |
| And well was him, that thereto chosen was. surpassing name* |
| For if there fell to-morrow such a case, |
| Ye knowe well, that every lusty knight, |
| That loveth par amour, and hath his might |
| Were it in Engleland, or elleswhere, |
| They would, their thankes, willen to be there, |
| T' fight for a lady; Benedicite, |
| It were a lusty* sighte for to see. *pleasing |
| And right so fared they with Palamon; |
| With him there wente knightes many one. |
| Some will be armed in an habergeon, |
| And in a breast-plate, and in a gipon*; *short doublet. |
| And some will have *a pair of plates* large; *back and front armour* |
| And some will have a Prusse* shield, or targe; *Prussian |
| Some will be armed on their legges weel; |
| Some have an axe, and some a mace of steel. |
| There is no newe guise*, but it was old. *fashion |
| Armed they weren, as I have you told, |
| Evereach after his opinion. |
| There may'st thou see coming with Palamon |
| Licurgus himself, the great king of Thrace: |
| Black was his beard, and manly was his face. |
| The circles of his eyen in his head |
| They glowed betwixte yellow and red, |
| And like a griffin looked he about, |
| With kemped* haires on his browes stout; *combed<57> |
| His limbs were great, his brawns were hard and strong, |
| His shoulders broad, his armes round and long. |
| And as the guise* was in his country, *fashion |
| Full high upon a car of gold stood he, |
| With foure white bulles in the trace. |
| Instead of coat-armour on his harness, |
| With yellow nails, and bright as any gold, |
| He had a beare's skin, coal-black for old*. *age |
| His long hair was y-kempt behind his back, |
| As any raven's feather it shone for black. |
| A wreath of gold *arm-great*, of huge weight, *thick as a man's arm* |
| Upon his head sate, full of stones bright, |
| Of fine rubies and clear diamants. |
| About his car there wente white alauns*, *greyhounds <58> |
| Twenty and more, as great as any steer, |
| To hunt the lion or the wilde bear, |
| And follow'd him, with muzzle fast y-bound, |
| Collars of gold, and torettes* filed round. *rings |
| An hundred lordes had he in his rout* *retinue |
| Armed full well, with heartes stern and stout. |
| With Arcita, in stories as men find, |
| The great Emetrius the king of Ind, |
| Upon a *steede bay* trapped in steel, *bay horse* |
| Cover'd with cloth of gold diapred* well, *decorated |
| Came riding like the god of armes, Mars. |
| His coat-armour was of *a cloth of Tars*, *a kind of silk* |
| Couched* with pearls white and round and great *trimmed |
| His saddle was of burnish'd gold new beat; |
| A mantelet on his shoulders hanging, |
| Bretful* of rubies red, as fire sparkling. *brimful |
| His crispe hair like ringes was y-run, |
| And that was yellow, glittering as the sun. |
| His nose was high, his eyen bright citrine*, *pale yellow |
| His lips were round, his colour was sanguine, |
| A fewe fracknes* in his face y-sprent**, *freckles **sprinkled |
| Betwixte yellow and black somedeal y-ment* *mixed <59> |
| And as a lion he *his looking cast* *cast about his eyes* |
| Of five and twenty year his age I cast* *reckon |
| His beard was well begunnen for to spring; |
| His voice was as a trumpet thundering. |
| Upon his head he wore of laurel green |
| A garland fresh and lusty to be seen; |
| Upon his hand he bare, for his delight, |
| An eagle tame, as any lily white. |
| An hundred lordes had he with him there, |
| All armed, save their heads, in all their gear, |
| Full richely in alle manner things. |
| For trust ye well, that earles, dukes, and kings |
| Were gather'd in this noble company, |
| For love, and for increase of chivalry. |
| About this king there ran on every part |
| Full many a tame lion and leopart. |
| And in this wise these lordes *all and some* *all and sundry* |
| Be on the Sunday to the city come |
| Aboute prime<60>, and in the town alight. |
| "Fairest of fair, O lady mine Venus, |
| Daughter to Jove, and spouse of Vulcanus, |
| Thou gladder of the mount of Citheron!<41> |
| For thilke love thou haddest to Adon <63> |
| Have pity on my bitter teares smart, |
| And take mine humble prayer to thine heart. |
| Alas! I have no language to tell |
| Th'effecte, nor the torment of mine hell; |
| Mine hearte may mine harmes not betray; |
| I am so confused, that I cannot say. |
| But mercy, lady bright, that knowest well |
| My thought, and seest what harm that I feel. |
| Consider all this, and *rue upon* my sore, *take pity on* |
| As wisly* as I shall for evermore *truly |
| Enforce my might, thy true servant to be, |
| And holde war alway with chastity: |
| That make I mine avow*, so ye me help. *vow, promise |
| I keepe not of armes for to yelp,* *boast |
| Nor ask I not to-morrow to have victory, |
| Nor renown in this case, nor vaine glory |
| Of *prize of armes*, blowing up and down, *praise for valour* |
| But I would have fully possessioun |
| Of Emily, and die in her service; |
| Find thou the manner how, and in what wise. |
| I *recke not but* it may better be *do not know whether* |
| To have vict'ry of them, or they of me, |
| So that I have my lady in mine arms. |
| For though so be that Mars is god of arms, |
| Your virtue is so great in heaven above, |
| That, if you list, I shall well have my love. |
| Thy temple will I worship evermo', |
| And on thine altar, where I ride or go, |
| I will do sacrifice, and fires bete*. *make, kindle |
| And if ye will not so, my lady sweet, |
| Then pray I you, to-morrow with a spear |
| That Arcita me through the hearte bear |
| Then reck I not, when I have lost my life, |
| Though that Arcita win her to his wife. |
| This is th' effect and end of my prayere,— |
| Give me my love, thou blissful lady dear." |
| When th' orison was done of Palamon, |
| His sacrifice he did, and that anon, |
| Full piteously, with alle circumstances, |
| *All tell I not as now* his observances. *although I tell not now* |
| But at the last the statue of Venus shook, |
| And made a signe, whereby that he took |
| That his prayer accepted was that day. |
| For though the signe shewed a delay, |
| Yet wist he well that granted was his boon; |
| And with glad heart he went him home full soon. |
| "O chaste goddess of the woodes green, |
| To whom both heav'n and earth and sea is seen, |
| Queen of the realm of Pluto dark and low, |
| Goddess of maidens, that mine heart hast know |
| Full many a year, and wost* what I desire, *knowest |
| To keep me from the vengeance of thine ire, |
| That Actaeon aboughte* cruelly: *earned; suffered from |
| Chaste goddess, well wottest thou that I |
| Desire to be a maiden all my life, |
| Nor never will I be no love nor wife. |
| I am, thou wost*, yet of thy company, *knowest |
| A maid, and love hunting and venery*, *field sports |
| And for to walken in the woodes wild, |
| And not to be a wife, and be with child. |
| Nought will I know the company of man. |
| Now help me, lady, since ye may and can, |
| For those three formes <68> that thou hast in thee. |
| And Palamon, that hath such love to me, |
| And eke Arcite, that loveth me so sore, |
| This grace I pray thee withoute more, |
| As sende love and peace betwixt them two: |
| And from me turn away their heartes so, |
| That all their hote love, and their desire, |
| And all their busy torment, and their fire, |
| Be queint*, or turn'd into another place. *quenched |
| And if so be thou wilt do me no grace, |
| Or if my destiny be shapen so |
| That I shall needes have one of them two, |
| So send me him that most desireth me. |
| Behold, goddess of cleane chastity, |
| The bitter tears that on my cheekes fall. |
| Since thou art maid, and keeper of us all, |
| My maidenhead thou keep and well conserve, |
| And, while I live, a maid I will thee serve. |
| The fires burn upon the altar clear, |
| While Emily was thus in her prayere: |
| But suddenly she saw a sighte quaint*. *strange |
| For right anon one of the fire's *queint |
| And quick'd* again, and after that anon *went out and revived* |
| That other fire was queint, and all agone: |
| And as it queint, it made a whisteling, |
| As doth a brande wet in its burning. |
| And at the brandes end outran anon |
| As it were bloody droppes many one: |
| For which so sore aghast was Emily, |
| That she was well-nigh mad, and gan to cry, |
| For she ne wiste what it signified; |
| But onely for feare thus she cried, |
| And wept, that it was pity for to hear. |
| And therewithal Diana gan appear |
| With bow in hand, right as an hunteress, |
| And saide; "Daughter, stint* thine heaviness. *cease |
| Among the goddes high it is affirm'd, |
| And by eternal word writ and confirm'd, |
| Thou shalt be wedded unto one of tho* *those |
| That have for thee so muche care and woe: |
| But unto which of them I may not tell. |
| Farewell, for here I may no longer dwell. |
| The fires which that on mine altar brenn*, *burn |
| Shall thee declaren, ere that thou go henne*, *hence |
| Thine aventure of love, as in this case." |
| And with that word, the arrows in the case* *quiver |
| Of the goddess did clatter fast and ring, |
| And forth she went, and made a vanishing, |
| For which this Emily astonied was, |
| And saide; "What amounteth this, alas! |
| I put me under thy protection, |
| Diane, and in thy disposition." |
| And home she went anon the nexte* way. *nearest |
| This is th' effect, there is no more to say. |
| The nexte hour of Mars following this |
| Arcite to the temple walked is |
| Of fierce Mars, to do his sacrifice |
| With all the rites of his pagan guise. |
| With piteous* heart and high devotion *pious |
| Right thus to Mars he said his orison |
| "O stronge god, that in the regnes* old *realms |
| Of Thrace honoured art, and lord y-hold* *held |
| And hast in every regne, and every land |
| Of armes all the bridle in thine hand, |
| And *them fortunest as thee list devise*, *send them fortune |
| Accept of me my piteous sacrifice. as you please* |
| If so be that my youthe may deserve, |
| And that my might be worthy for to serve |
| Thy godhead, that I may be one of thine, |
| Then pray I thee to *rue upon my pine*, *pity my anguish* |
| For thilke* pain, and thilke hote fire, *that |
| In which thou whilom burned'st for desire |
| Whenne that thou usedest* the beauty *enjoyed |
| Of faire young Venus, fresh and free, |
| And haddest her in armes at thy will: |
| And though thee ones on a time misfill*, *were unlucky |
| When Vulcanus had caught thee in his las*, *net <69> |
| And found thee ligging* by his wife, alas! *lying |
| For thilke sorrow that was in thine heart, |
| Have ruth* as well upon my paine's smart. *pity |
| I am young and unconning*, as thou know'st, *ignorant, simple |
| And, as I trow*, with love offended most *believe |
| That e'er was any living creature: |
| For she, that doth* me all this woe endure, *causes |
| Ne recketh ne'er whether I sink or fleet* *swim |
| And well I wot, ere she me mercy hete*, *promise, vouchsafe |
| I must with strengthe win her in the place: |
| And well I wot, withoute help or grace |
| Of thee, ne may my strengthe not avail: |
| Then help me, lord, to-morr'w in my bataille, |
| For thilke fire that whilom burned thee, |
| As well as this fire that now burneth me; |
| And do* that I to-morr'w may have victory. *cause |
| Mine be the travail, all thine be the glory. |
| Thy sovereign temple will I most honour |
| Of any place, and alway most labour |
| In thy pleasance and in thy craftes strong. |
| And in thy temple I will my banner hong*, *hang |
| And all the armes of my company, |
| And evermore, until that day I die, |
| Eternal fire I will before thee find |
| And eke to this my vow I will me bind: |
| My beard, my hair that hangeth long adown, |
| That never yet hath felt offension* *indignity |
| Of razor nor of shears, I will thee give, |
| And be thy true servant while I live. |
| Now, lord, have ruth upon my sorrows sore, |
| Give me the victory, I ask no more." |
| And right anon such strife there is begun |
| For thilke* granting, in the heav'n above, *that |
| Betwixte Venus the goddess of love, |
| And Mars the sterne god armipotent, |
| That Jupiter was busy it to stent*: *stop |
| Till that the pale Saturnus the cold,<70> |
| That knew so many of adventures old, |
| Found in his old experience such an art, |
| That he full soon hath pleased every part. |
| As sooth is said, eld* hath great advantage, *age |
| In eld is bothe wisdom and usage*: *experience |
| Men may the old out-run, but not out-rede*. *outwit |
| Saturn anon, to stint the strife and drede, |
| Albeit that it is against his kind,* *nature |
| Of all this strife gan a remedy find. |
| "My deare daughter Venus," quoth Saturn, |
| "My course*, that hath so wide for to turn, *orbit <71> |
| Hath more power than wot any man. |
| Mine is the drowning in the sea so wan; |
| Mine is the prison in the darke cote*, *cell |
| Mine the strangling and hanging by the throat, |
| The murmur, and the churlish rebelling, |
| The groyning*, and the privy poisoning. *discontent |
| I do vengeance and plein* correction, *full |
| I dwell in the sign of the lion. |
| Mine is the ruin of the highe halls, |
| The falling of the towers and the walls |
| Upon the miner or the carpenter: |
| I slew Samson in shaking the pillar: |
| Mine also be the maladies cold, |
| The darke treasons, and the castes* old: *plots |
| My looking is the father of pestilence. |
| Now weep no more, I shall do diligence |
| That Palamon, that is thine owen knight, |
| Shall have his lady, as thou hast him hight*. *promised |
| Though Mars shall help his knight, yet natheless |
| Betwixte you there must sometime be peace: |
| All be ye not of one complexion, |
| That each day causeth such division, |
| I am thine ayel*, ready at thy will; *grandfather <72> |
| Weep now no more, I shall thy lust* fulfil." *pleasure |
| Now will I stenten* of the gods above, *cease speaking |
| Of Mars, and of Venus, goddess of love, |
| And telle you as plainly as I can |
| The great effect, for which that I began. |
| Great was the feast in Athens thilke* day; *that |
| And eke the lusty season of that May |
| Made every wight to be in such pleasance, |
| That all that Monday jousten they and dance, |
| And spenden it in Venus' high service. |
| But by the cause that they shoulde rise |
| Early a-morrow for to see that fight, |
| Unto their reste wente they at night. |
| And on the morrow, when the day gan spring, |
| Of horse and harness* noise and clattering *armour |
| There was in the hostelries all about: |
| And to the palace rode there many a rout* *train, retinue |
| Of lordes, upon steedes and palfreys. |
| There mayst thou see devising* of harness *decoration |
| So uncouth* and so rich, and wrought so weel *unkown, rare |
| Of goldsmithry, of brouding*, and of steel; *embroidery |
| The shieldes bright, the testers*, and trappures** *helmets<73> |
| Gold-hewen helmets, hauberks, coat-armures; **trappings |
| Lordes in parements* on their coursers, *ornamental garb <74>; |
| Knightes of retinue, and eke squiers, |
| Nailing the spears, and helmes buckeling, |
| Gniding* of shieldes, with lainers** lacing; *polishing <75> |
| There as need is, they were nothing idle: **lanyards |
| The foamy steeds upon the golden bridle |
| Gnawing, and fast the armourers also |
| With file and hammer pricking to and fro; |
| Yeomen on foot, and knaves* many one *servants |
| With shorte staves, thick* as they may gon**; *close **walk |
| Pipes, trumpets, nakeres*, and clariouns, *drums <76> |
| That in the battle blowe bloody souns; |
| The palace full of people up and down, |
| There three, there ten, holding their questioun*, *conversation |
| Divining* of these Theban knightes two. *conjecturing |
| Some saiden thus, some said it shall he so; |
| Some helden with him with the blacke beard, |
| Some with the bald, some with the thick-hair'd; |
| Some said he looked grim, and woulde fight: |
| He had a sparth* of twenty pound of weight. *double-headed axe |
| Thus was the halle full of divining* *conjecturing |
| Long after that the sunne gan up spring. |
| The great Theseus that of his sleep is waked |
| With minstrelsy, and noise that was maked, |
| Held yet the chamber of his palace rich, |
| Till that the Theban knightes both y-lich* *alike |
| Honoured were, and to the palace fet*. *fetched |
| Duke Theseus is at a window set, |
| Array'd right as he were a god in throne: |
| The people presseth thitherward full soon |
| Him for to see, and do him reverence, |
| And eke to hearken his hest* and his sentence**. *command **speech |
| An herald on a scaffold made an O, <77> |
| Till the noise of the people was y-do*: *done |
| And when he saw the people of noise all still, |
| Thus shewed he the mighty Duke's will. |
| "The lord hath of his high discretion |
| Considered that it were destruction |
| To gentle blood, to fighten in the guise |
| Of mortal battle now in this emprise: |
| Wherefore to shape* that they shall not die, *arrange, contrive |
| He will his firste purpose modify. |
| No man therefore, on pain of loss of life, |
| No manner* shot, nor poleaxe, nor short knife *kind of |
| Into the lists shall send, or thither bring. |
| Nor short sword for to stick with point biting |
| No man shall draw, nor bear it by his side. |
| And no man shall unto his fellow ride |
| But one course, with a sharp y-grounden spear: |
| *Foin if him list on foot, himself to wear. *He who wishes can |
| And he that is at mischief shall be take*, fence on foot to defend |
| And not slain, but be brought unto the stake, himself, and he that |
| That shall be ordained on either side; is in peril shall be taken* |
| Thither he shall by force, and there abide. |
| And if *so fall* the chiefetain be take *should happen* |
| On either side, or elles slay his make*, *equal, match |
| No longer then the tourneying shall last. |
| God speede you; go forth and lay on fast. |
| With long sword and with mace fight your fill. |
| Go now your way; this is the lordes will. |
| The voice of the people touched the heaven, |
| So loude cried they with merry steven*: *sound |
| God save such a lord that is so good, |
| He willeth no destruction of blood. |
| And after rode the queen and Emily, |
| And after them another company |
| Of one and other, after their degree. |
| And thus they passed thorough that city |
| And to the listes came they by time: |
| It was not of the day yet fully prime*. *between 6 & 9 a.m. |
| When set was Theseus full rich and high, |
| Hippolyta the queen and Emily, |
| And other ladies in their degrees about, |
| Unto the seates presseth all the rout. |
| And westward, through the gates under Mart, |
| Arcite, and eke the hundred of his part, |
| With banner red, is enter'd right anon; |
| And in the selve* moment Palamon *self-same |
| Is, under Venus, eastward in the place, |
| With banner white, and hardy cheer* and face *expression |
| In all the world, to seeken up and down |
| So even* without variatioun *equal |
| There were such companies never tway. |
| For there was none so wise that coulde say |
| That any had of other avantage |
| Of worthiness, nor of estate, nor age, |
| So even were they chosen for to guess. |
| And *in two ranges faire they them dress*. *they arranged themselves |
| When that their names read were every one, in two rows* |
| That in their number guile* were there none, *fraud |
| Then were the gates shut, and cried was loud; |
| "Do now your devoir, younge knights proud |
| The heralds left their pricking* up and down *spurring their horses |
| Now ring the trumpet loud and clarioun. |
| There is no more to say, but east and west |
| In go the speares sadly* in the rest; *steadily |
| In go the sharpe spurs into the side. |
| There see me who can joust, and who can ride. |
| There shiver shaftes upon shieldes thick; |
| He feeleth through the hearte-spoon<79> the prick. |
| Up spring the speares twenty foot on height; |
| Out go the swordes as the silver bright. |
| The helmes they to-hewen, and to-shred*; *strike in pieces <80> |
| Out burst the blood, with sterne streames red. |
| With mighty maces the bones they to-brest*. *burst |
| He <81> through the thickest of the throng gan threst*. *thrust |
| There stumble steedes strong, and down go all. |
| He rolleth under foot as doth a ball. |
| He foineth* on his foe with a trunchoun, *forces himself |
| And he him hurtleth with his horse adown. |
| He through the body hurt is, and *sith take*, *afterwards captured* |
| Maugre his head, and brought unto the stake, |
| As forword* was, right there he must abide. *covenant |
| Another led is on that other side. |
| And sometime doth* them Theseus to rest, *caused |
| Them to refresh, and drinken if them lest*. *pleased |
| Full oft a day have thilke Thebans two *these |
| Together met and wrought each other woe: |
| Unhorsed hath each other of them tway* *twice |
| There is no tiger in the vale of Galaphay, <82> |
| When that her whelp is stole, when it is lite* *little |
| So cruel on the hunter, as Arcite |
| For jealous heart upon this Palamon: |
| Nor in Belmarie <83> there is no fell lion, |
| That hunted is, or for his hunger wood* *mad |
| Or for his prey desireth so the blood, |
| As Palamon to slay his foe Arcite. |
| The jealous strokes upon their helmets bite; |
| Out runneth blood on both their sides red, |
| Sometime an end there is of every deed |
| For ere the sun unto the reste went, |
| The stronge king Emetrius gan hent* *sieze, assail |
| This Palamon, as he fought with Arcite, |
| And made his sword deep in his flesh to bite, |
| And by the force of twenty is he take, |
| Unyielding, and is drawn unto the stake. |
| And in the rescue of this Palamon |
| The stronge king Licurgus is borne down: |
| And king Emetrius, for all his strength |
| Is borne out of his saddle a sword's length, |
| So hit him Palamon ere he were take: |
| But all for nought; he was brought to the stake: |
| His hardy hearte might him helpe naught, |
| He must abide when that he was caught, |
| By force, and eke by composition*. *the bargain |
| Who sorroweth now but woful Palamon |
| That must no more go again to fight? |
| And when that Theseus had seen that sight |
| Unto the folk that foughte thus each one, |
| He cried, Ho! no more, for it is done! |
| I will be true judge, and not party. |
| Arcite of Thebes shall have Emily, |
| That by his fortune hath her fairly won." |
| Anon there is a noise of people gone, |
| For joy of this, so loud and high withal, |
| It seemed that the listes shoulde fall. |
| What can now faire Venus do above? |
| What saith she now? what doth this queen of love? |
| But weepeth so, for wanting of her will, |
| Till that her teares in the listes fill* *fall |
| She said: "I am ashamed doubteless." |
| Saturnus saide: "Daughter, hold thy peace. |
| Mars hath his will, his knight hath all his boon, |
| And by mine head thou shalt be eased soon." |
The trumpeters with the loud minstrelsy, |
| The heralds, that full loude yell and cry, |
| Be in their joy for weal of Dan* Arcite. *Lord |
| But hearken me, and stinte noise a lite, |
| What a miracle there befell anon |
| This fierce Arcite hath off his helm y-done, |
| And on a courser for to shew his face |
| He *pricketh endelong* the large place, *rides from end to end* |
| Looking upward upon this Emily; |
| And she again him cast a friendly eye |
| (For women, as to speaken *in commune*, *generally* |
| They follow all the favour of fortune), |
| And was all his in cheer*, as his in heart. *countenance |
| Out of the ground a fire infernal start, |
| From Pluto sent, at request of Saturn |
| For which his horse for fear began to turn, |
| And leap aside, and founder* as he leap *stumble |
| And ere that Arcite may take any keep*, *care |
| He pight* him on the pummel** of his head. *pitched **top |
| That in the place he lay as he were dead. |
| His breast to-bursten with his saddle-bow. |
| As black he lay as any coal or crow, |
| So was the blood y-run into his face. |
| Anon he was y-borne out of the place |
| With hearte sore, to Theseus' palace. |
| Then was he carven* out of his harness. *cut |
| And in a bed y-brought full fair and blive* *quickly |
| For he was yet in mem'ry and alive, |
| And always crying after Emily. |
| Duke Theseus, with all his company, |
| Is come home to Athens his city, |
| With alle bliss and great solemnity. |
| Albeit that this aventure was fall*, *befallen |
| He woulde not discomforte* them all *discourage |
| Then said eke, that Arcite should not die, |
| He should be healed of his malady. |
| And of another thing they were as fain*. *glad |
| That of them alle was there no one slain, |
| All* were they sorely hurt, and namely** one, *although **especially |
| That with a spear was thirled* his breast-bone. *pierced |
| To other woundes, and to broken arms, |
| Some hadden salves, and some hadden charms: |
| And pharmacies of herbs, and eke save* *sage, Salvia officinalis |
| They dranken, for they would their lives have. |
| For which this noble Duke, as he well can, |
| Comforteth and honoureth every man, |
| And made revel all the longe night, |
| Unto the strange lordes, as was right. |
| Nor there was holden no discomforting, |
| But as at jousts or at a tourneying; |
| For soothly there was no discomfiture, |
| For falling is not but an aventure*. *chance, accident |
| Nor to be led by force unto a stake |
| Unyielding, and with twenty knights y-take |
| One person all alone, withouten mo', |
| And harried* forth by armes, foot, and toe, *dragged, hurried |
| And eke his steede driven forth with staves, |
| With footmen, bothe yeomen and eke knaves*, *servants |
| It was *aretted him no villainy:* *counted no disgrace to him* |
| There may no man *clepen it cowardy*. *call it cowardice* |
| For which anon Duke Theseus *let cry*,—*caused to be proclaimed* |
| To stenten* alle rancour and envy,—*stop |
| The gree* as well on one side as the other, *prize, merit |
| And either side alike as other's brother: |
| And gave them giftes after their degree, |
| And held a feaste fully dayes three: |
| And conveyed the kinges worthily |
| Out of his town a journee* largely *day's journey |
| And home went every man the righte way, |
| There was no more but "Farewell, Have good day." |
| Of this bataille I will no more indite |
| But speak of Palamon and of Arcite. |
| "Nought may the woful spirit in mine heart |
| Declare one point of all my sorrows' smart |
| To you, my lady, that I love the most: |
| But I bequeath the service of my ghost |
| To you aboven every creature, |
| Since that my life ne may no longer dure. |
| Alas the woe! alas, the paines strong |
| That I for you have suffered and so long! |
| Alas the death, alas, mine Emily! |
| Alas departing* of our company! *the severance |
| Alas, mine hearte's queen! alas, my wife! |
| Mine hearte's lady, ender of my life! |
| What is this world? what aske men to have? |
| Now with his love, now in his colde grave |
| Al one, withouten any company. |
| Farewell, my sweet, farewell, mine Emily, |
| And softly take me in your armes tway, |
| For love of God, and hearken what I say. |
| I have here with my cousin Palamon |
| Had strife and rancour many a day agone, |
| For love of you, and for my jealousy. |
| And Jupiter so *wis my soule gie*, *surely guides my soul* |
| To speaken of a servant properly, |
| With alle circumstances truely, |
| That is to say, truth, honour, and knighthead, |
| Wisdom, humbless*, estate, and high kindred, *humility |
| Freedom, and all that longeth to that art, |
| So Jupiter have of my soul part, |
| As in this world right now I know not one, |
| So worthy to be lov'd as Palamon, |
| That serveth you, and will do all his life. |
| And if that you shall ever be a wife, |
| Forget not Palamon, the gentle man." |
| Shriek'd Emily, and howled Palamon, |
| And Theseus his sister took anon |
| Swooning, and bare her from the corpse away. |
| What helpeth it to tarry forth the day, |
| To telle how she wept both eve and morrow? |
| For in such cases women have such sorrow, |
| When that their husbands be from them y-go*, *gone |
| That for the more part they sorrow so, |
| Or elles fall into such malady, |
| That at the laste certainly they die. |
| Infinite be the sorrows and the tears |
| Of olde folk, and folk of tender years, |
| In all the town, for death of this Theban: |
| For him there weepeth bothe child and man. |
| So great a weeping was there none certain, |
| When Hector was y-brought, all fresh y-slain, |
| To Troy: alas! the pity that was there, |
| Scratching of cheeks, and rending eke of hair. |
| "Why wouldest thou be dead?" these women cry, |
| "And haddest gold enough, and Emily." |
| No manner man might gladden Theseus, |
| Saving his olde father Egeus, |
| That knew this worlde's transmutatioun, |
| As he had seen it changen up and down, |
| Joy after woe, and woe after gladness; |
| And shewed him example and likeness. |
| "Right as there died never man," quoth he, |
| "That he ne liv'd in earth in some degree*, *rank, condition |
| Right so there lived never man," he said, |
| "In all this world, that sometime be not died. |
| This world is but a throughfare full of woe, |
| And we be pilgrims, passing to and fro: |
| Death is an end of every worldly sore." |
| And over all this said he yet much more |
| To this effect, full wisely to exhort |
| The people, that they should them recomfort. |
| Duke Theseus, with all his busy cure*, *care |
| *Casteth about*, where that the sepulture *deliberates* |
| Of good Arcite may best y-maked be, |
| And eke most honourable in his degree. |
| And at the last he took conclusion, |
| That there as first Arcite and Palamon |
| Hadde for love the battle them between, |
| That in that selve* grove, sweet and green, *self-same |
| There as he had his amorous desires, |
| His complaint, and for love his hote fires, |
| He woulde make a fire*, in which th' office *funeral pyre |
| Of funeral he might all accomplice; |
| And *let anon command* to hack and hew *immediately gave orders* |
| The oakes old, and lay them *on a rew* *in a row* |
| In culpons*, well arrayed for to brenne**. *logs **burn |
| His officers with swifte feet they renne* *run |
| And ride anon at his commandement. |
| And after this, Duke Theseus hath sent |
| After a bier, and it all oversprad |
| With cloth of gold, the richest that he had; |
| And of the same suit he clad Arcite. |
| Upon his handes were his gloves white, |
| Eke on his head a crown of laurel green, |
| And in his hand a sword full bright and keen. |
| He laid him *bare the visage* on the bier, *with face uncovered* |
| Therewith he wept, that pity was to hear. |
| And, for the people shoulde see him all, |
| When it was day he brought them to the hall, |
| That roareth of the crying and the soun'. |
| Then came this woful Theban, Palamon, |
| With sluttery beard, and ruggy ashy hairs,<85> |
| In clothes black, y-dropped all with tears, |
| And (passing over weeping Emily) |
| The ruefullest of all the company. |
| And *inasmuch as* the service should be *in order that* |
| The more noble and rich in its degree, |
| Duke Theseus let forth three steedes bring, |
| That trapped were in steel all glittering. |
| And covered with the arms of Dan Arcite. |
| Upon these steedes, that were great and white, |
| There satte folk, of whom one bare his shield, |
| Another his spear in his handes held; |
| The thirde bare with him his bow Turkeis*, *Turkish. |
| Of brent* gold was the case** and the harness: *burnished **quiver |
| And ride forth *a pace* with sorrowful cheer** *at a foot pace* |
| Toward the grove, as ye shall after hear. **expression |
| High labour, and full great appareling* *preparation |
| Was at the service, and the pyre-making, |
| That with its greene top the heaven raught*, *reached |
| And twenty fathom broad its armes straught*: *stretched |
| This is to say, the boughes were so broad. |
| Of straw first there was laid many a load. |
| But how the pyre was maked up on height, |
| And eke the names how the trees hight*, *were called |
| As oak, fir, birch, asp*, alder, holm, poplere, *aspen |
| Willow, elm, plane, ash, box, chestnut, lind*, laurere, *linden, lime |
| Maple, thorn, beech, hazel, yew, whipul tree, |
| How they were fell'd, shall not be told for me; |
| Nor how the goddes* rannen up and down *the forest deities |
| Disinherited of their habitatioun, |
| In which they wonned* had in rest and peace, *dwelt |
| Nymphes, Faunes, and Hamadryades; |
| Nor how the beastes and the birdes all |
| Fledden for feare, when the wood gan fall; |
| Nor how the ground aghast* was of the light, *terrified |
| That was not wont to see the sunne bright; |
| Nor how the fire was couched* first with stre**, *laid **straw |
| And then with dry stickes cloven in three, |
| And then with greene wood and spicery*, *spices |
| And then with cloth of gold and with pierrie*, *precious stones |
| And garlands hanging with full many a flower, |
| The myrrh, the incense with so sweet odour; |
| Nor how Arcita lay among all this, |
| Nor what richess about his body is; |
| Nor how that Emily, as was the guise*, *custom |
| *Put in the fire* of funeral service<88>; *appplied the torch* |
| Nor how she swooned when she made the fire, |
| Nor what she spake, nor what was her desire; |
| Nor what jewels men in the fire then cast |
| When that the fire was great and burned fast; |
| By process and by length of certain years |
| All stinted* is the mourning and the tears *ended |
| Of Greekes, by one general assent. |
| Then seemed me there was a parlement |
| At Athens, upon certain points and cas*: *cases |
| Amonge the which points y-spoken was |
| To have with certain countries alliance, |
| And have of Thebans full obeisance. |
| For which this noble Theseus anon |
| Let* send after the gentle Palamon, *caused |
| Unwist* of him what was the cause and why: *unknown |
| But in his blacke clothes sorrowfully |
| He came at his commandment *on hie*; *in haste* |
| Then sente Theseus for Emily. |
| When they were set*, and hush'd was all the place *seated |
| And Theseus abided* had a space *waited |
| Ere any word came from his wise breast |
| *His eyen set he there as was his lest*, *he cast his eyes |
| And with a sad visage he sighed still, wherever he pleased* |
| And after that right thus he said his will. |
| "The firste mover of the cause above |
| When he first made the faire chain of love, |
| Great was th' effect, and high was his intent; |
| Well wist he why, and what thereof he meant: |
| For with that faire chain of love he bond* *bound |
| The fire, the air, the water, and the lond |
| In certain bondes, that they may not flee:<91> |
| That same prince and mover eke," quoth he, |
| "Hath stablish'd, in this wretched world adown, |
| Certain of dayes and duration |
| To all that are engender'd in this place, |
| Over the whiche day they may not pace*, *pass |
| All may they yet their dayes well abridge. |
| There needeth no authority to allege |
| For it is proved by experience; |
| But that me list declare my sentence*. *opinion |
| Then may men by this order well discern, |
| That thilke* mover stable is and etern. *the same |
| Well may men know, but that it be a fool, |
| That every part deriveth from its whole. |
| For nature hath not ta'en its beginning |
| Of no *partie nor cantle* of a thing, *part or piece* |
| But of a thing that perfect is and stable, |
| Descending so, till it be corruptable. |
| And therefore of His wise purveyance* *providence |
| He hath so well beset* his ordinance, |
| That species of things and progressions |
| Shallen endure by successions, |
| And not etern, withouten any lie: |
| This mayst thou understand and see at eye. |
| Lo th' oak, that hath so long a nourishing |
| From the time that it 'ginneth first to spring, |
| And hath so long a life, as ye may see, |
| Yet at the last y-wasted is the tree. |
| Consider eke, how that the harde stone |
| Under our feet, on which we tread and gon*, *walk |
| Yet wasteth, as it lieth by the way. |
| The broade river some time waxeth drey*. *dry |
| The greate townes see we wane and wend*. *go, disappear |
| Then may ye see that all things have an end. |
| Of man and woman see we well also,— |
| That needes in one of the termes two,— |
| That is to say, in youth or else in age,- |
| He must be dead, the king as shall a page; |
| Some in his bed, some in the deepe sea, |
| Some in the large field, as ye may see: |
| There helpeth nought, all go that ilke* way: *same |
| Then may I say that alle thing must die. |
| What maketh this but Jupiter the king? |
| The which is prince, and cause of alle thing, |
| Converting all unto his proper will, |
| From which it is derived, sooth to tell |
| And hereagainst no creature alive, |
| Of no degree, availeth for to strive. |
| Then is it wisdom, as it thinketh me, |
| To make a virtue of necessity, |
| And take it well, that we may not eschew*, *escape |
| And namely what to us all is due. |
| And whoso grudgeth* ought, he doth folly, *murmurs at |
| And rebel is to him that all may gie*. *direct, guide |
| And certainly a man hath most honour |
| To dien in his excellence and flower, |
| When he is sicker* of his goode name. *certain |
| Then hath he done his friend, nor him*, no shame *himself |
| And gladder ought his friend be of his death, |
| When with honour is yielded up his breath, |
| Than when his name *appalled is for age*; *decayed by old age* |
| For all forgotten is his vassalage*. *valour, service |
| Then is it best, as for a worthy fame, |
| To dien when a man is best of name. |
| The contrary of all this is wilfulness. |
| Why grudge we, why have we heaviness, |
| That good Arcite, of chivalry the flower, |
| Departed is, with duty and honour, |
| Out of this foule prison of this life? |
| Why grudge here his cousin and his wife |
| Of his welfare, that loved him so well? |
| Can he them thank? nay, God wot, neverdeal*,—*not a jot |
| That both his soul and eke themselves offend*, *hurt |
| And yet they may their lustes* not amend**. *desires **control |
| What may I conclude of this longe serie*, *string of remarks |
| But after sorrow I rede* us to be merry, *counsel |
| And thanke Jupiter for all his grace? |
| And ere that we departe from this place, |
| I rede that we make of sorrows two |
| One perfect joye lasting evermo': |
| And look now where most sorrow is herein, |
| There will I first amenden and begin. |
| "Sister," quoth he, "this is my full assent, |
| With all th' advice here of my parlement, |
| That gentle Palamon, your owen knight, |
| That serveth you with will, and heart, and might, |
| And ever hath, since first time ye him knew, |
| That ye shall of your grace upon him rue*, *take pity |
| And take him for your husband and your lord: |
| Lend me your hand, for this is our accord. |
| *Let see* now of your womanly pity. *make display* |
| He is a kinge's brother's son, pardie*. *by God |
| And though he were a poore bachelere, |
| Since he hath served you so many a year, |
| And had for you so great adversity, |
| It muste be considered, *'lieveth me*. *believe me* |
| For gentle mercy *oweth to passen right*." *ought to be rightly |
| Then said he thus to Palamon the knight; directed* |
| "I trow there needeth little sermoning |
| To make you assente to this thing. |
| Come near, and take your lady by the hand." |
| Betwixte them was made anon the band, |
| That hight matrimony or marriage, |
| By all the counsel of the baronage. |
| And thus with alle bliss and melody |
| Hath Palamon y-wedded Emily. |
| And God, that all this wide world hath wrought, |
| Send him his love, that hath it dearly bought. |
| For now is Palamon in all his weal, |
| Living in bliss, in riches, and in heal*. *health |
| And Emily him loves so tenderly, |
| And he her serveth all so gentilly, |
| That never was there worde them between |
| Of jealousy, nor of none other teen*. *cause of anger |
| Thus endeth Palamon and Emily |
| And God save all this faire company. |