Canterbury Tales (ed. Skeat)/Second Nun
The Prologe of the Seconde Nonnes Tale.
The ministre and the norice un-to vyces,
Which that men clepe in English ydelnesse,
That porter of the gate is of delyces,
To eschue, and by hir contrarie hir oppresse,
That is to seyn, by leveful bisinesse, 5
Wel oghten we to doon al our entente,
Lest that the feend thurgh ydelnesse us hente.
For he, that with his thousand cordes slye
Continuelly us waiteth to biclappe,
Whan he may man in ydelnesse espye, 10
He can so lightly cacche him in his trappe,
Til that a man be hent right by the lappe,
He nis nat war the feend hath him in honde;
Wel oughte us werche, and ydelnes withstonde.
And though men dradden never for to dye, 15
Yet seen men wel by reson doutelees,
That ydelnesse is roten slogardye,
Of which ther never comth no good encrees;
And seen, that slouthe hir holdeth in a lees
Only to slepe, and for to ete and drinke, 20
And to devouren al that othere swinke.
And for to putte us fro swich ydelnesse,
That cause is of so greet confusioun,
I have heer doon my feithful bisinesse,
After the legende, in translacioun 25
Right of thy glorious lyf and passioun,
Thou with thy gerland wroght of rose and lilie;
Thee mene I, mayde and martir, seint Cecilie!
Inuocacio ad Mariam.
And thou that flour of virgines art alle,
Of whom that Bernard list so wel to wryte, 30
To thee at my biginning first I calle;
Thou comfort of us wrecches, do me endyte
Thy maydens deeth, that wan thurgh hir meryte
The eternal lyf, and of the feend victorie,
As man may after reden in hir storie. 35
Thou mayde and mooder, doghter of thy sone,
Thou welle of mercy, sinful soules cure,
In whom that god, for bountee, chees to wone,
Thou humble, and heigh over every creature,
Thou nobledest so ferforth our nature, 40
That no desdeyn the maker hadde of kinde,
His sone in blode and flesh to clothe and winde.
Withinne the cloistre blisful of thy sydes
Took mannes shap the eternal love and pees,
That of the tryne compas lord and gyde is, 45
Whom erthe and see and heven, out of relees,
Ay herien; and thou, virgin wemmelees,
Bar of thy body, and dweltest mayden pure,
The creatour of every creature.
Assembled is in thee magnificence 50
With mercy, goodnesse, and with swich pitee
That thou, that art the sonne of excellence,
Nat only helpest hem that preyen thee,
But ofte tyme, of thy benignitee,
Ful frely, er that men thyn help biseche, 55
Thou goost biforn, and art hir lyves leche.
Now help, thou meke and blisful fayre mayde,
Me, flemed wrecche, in this desert of galle;
Think on the womman Cananee, that sayde
That whelpes eten somme of the crommes alle 60
That from hir lordes table been y-falle;
And though that I, unworthy sone of Eve,
Be sinful, yet accepte my bileve.
And, for that feith is deed with-outen werkes,
So for to werken yif me wit and space, 65
That I be quit fro thennes that most derk is!
O thou, that art so fayr and ful of grace,
Be myn advocat in that heighe place
Ther-as withouten ende is songe 'Osanne,'
Thou Cristes mooder, doghter dere of Anne! 70
And of thy light my soule in prison lighte,
That troubled is by the contagioun
Of my body, and also by the wighte
Of erthly luste and fals affeccioun;
O haven of refut, o salvacioun 75
Of hem that been in sorwe and in distresse,
Now help, for to my werk I wol me dresse.
Yet preye I yow that reden that I wryte,
Foryeve me, that I do no diligence
This ilke storie subtilly to endyte; 80
For both have I the wordes and sentence
Of him that at the seintes reverence
The storie wroot, and folwe hir legende,
And prey yow, that ye wol my werk amende.
Interpretado nominis Cecilie, quam ponit frater Iacobus
Ianuensis in Legenda Aurea.
First wolde I yow the name of seint Cecilie 85
Expoune, as men may in hir storie see,
It is to seye in English 'hevenes lilie,'
For pure chastnesse of virginitee;
Or, for she whytnesse hadde of honestee,
And grene of conscience, and of good fame 90
The sole savour, 'lilie' was hir name.
Or Cecile is to seye 'the wey to blinde,'
For she ensample was by good techinge;
Or elles Cecile, as I writen finde,
Is ioyned, by a maner conioininge 95
Of 'hevene' and 'Lia'; and heer, in figuringe,
The 'heven' is set for thoght of holinesse,
And 'Lia' for hir lasting bisinesse.
Cecile may eek be seyd in this manere,
'Wanting of blindnesse,' for hir grete light 100
Of sapience, and for hir thewes clere;
Or elles, lo! this maydens name bright
Of 'hevene' and 'leos' comth, for which by right
Men mighte hir wel 'the heven of peple' calle,
Ensample of gode and wyse werkes alle. 105
For 'leos' 'peple' in English is to seye,
And right as men may in the hevene see
The sonne and mone and sterres every weye,
Right so men gostly, in this mayden free,
Seyen of feith the magnanimitee, 110
And eek the cleernesse hool of sapience,
And sondry werkes, brighte of excellence.
And right so as thise philosophres wryte
That heven is swift and round and eek brenninge,
Right so was fayre Cecilie the whyte 115
Ful swift and bisy ever in good werkinge,
And round and hool in good perseveringe,
And brenning ever in charitee ful brighte;
Now have I yow declared what she highte.
Explicit.
Here biginneth the Seconde Nonnes Tale, of the lyf of Seinte Cecile.
This mayden bright Cecilie, as hir lyf seith, 120
Was comen of Romayns, and of noble kinde,
And from hir cradel up fostred in the feith
Of Crist, and bar his gospel in hir minde;
She never cessed, as I writen finde,
Of hir preyere, and god to love and drede, 125
Biseking him to kepe hir maydenhede.
And when this mayden sholde unto a man
Y-wedded be, that was ful yong of age,
Which that y-cleped was Valerian,
And day was comen of hir mariage, 130
She, ful devout and humble in hir corage,
Under hir robe of gold, that sat ful fayre,
Had next hir flesh y-clad hir in an heyre.
And whyl the organs maden melodye,
To god alone in herte thus sang she; 135
'O lord, my soule and eek my body gye
Unwemmed, lest that I confounded be:'
And, for his love that deyde upon a tree,
Every seconde or thridde day she faste,
Ay biddinge in hir orisons ful faste. 140
The night cam, and to bedde moste she gon
With hir housbonde, as ofte is the manere,
And prively to him she seyde anon,
'O swete and wel biloved spouse dere,
Ther is a conseil, and ye wolde it here, 145
Which that right fain I wolde unto yow seye,
So that ye swere ye shul me nat biwreye.'
Valerian gan faste unto hir swere,
That for no cas, ne thing that mighte be,
He sholde never-mo biwreyen here; 150
And thanne at erst to him thus seyde she,
'I have an angel which that loveth me,
That with greet love, wher-so I wake or slepe,
Is redy ay my body for to kepe.
And if that he may felen, out of drede, 155
That ye me touche or love in vileinye,
He right anon wol slee yow with the dede,
And in your yowthe thus ye shulden dye;
And if that ye in clene love me gye,
He wol yow loven as me, for your clennesse, 160
And shewen yow his Ioye and his brightnesse.'
Valerian, corrected as god wolde,
Answerde agayn, 'if I shal trusten thee,
Lat me that angel se, and him biholde;
And if that it a verray angel be, 165
Than wol I doon as thou hast preyed me;
And if thou love another man, for sothe
Right with this swerd than wol I slee yow bothe.'
Cecile answerde anon right in this wyse,
'If that yow list, the angel shul ye see, 170
So that ye trowe on Crist and yow baptyse.
Goth forth to Via Apia,' quod she,
'That fro this toun ne stant but myles three,
And, to the povre folkes that ther dwelle,
Sey hem right thus, as that I shal yow telle. 175
Telle hem that I, Cecile, yow to hem sente,
To shewen yow the gode Urban the olde,
For secree nedes and for good entente.
And whan that ye seint Urban han biholde,
Telle him the wordes whiche I to yow tolde; 180
And whan that he hath purged yow fro sinne,
Thanne shul ye see that angel, er ye twinne.'
Valerian is to the place y-gon,
And right as him was taught by his lerninge,
He fond this holy olde Urban anon 185
Among the seintes buriels lotinge.
And he anon, with-outen taryinge,
Dide his message; and whan that he it tolde,
Urban for Ioye his hondes gan up holde.
The teres from his yën leet he falle— 190
'Almighty lord, o Iesu Crist,' quod he,
'Sower of chast conseil, herde of us alle,
The fruit of thilke seed of chastitee
That thou hast sowe in Cecile, tak to thee!
Lo, lyk a bisy bee, with-outen gyle, 195
Thee serveth ay thyn owene thral Cecile!
For thilke spouse, that she took but now
Ful lyk a fiers leoun, she sendeth here,
As meke as ever was any lamb, to yow!'
And with that worde, anon ther gan appere 200
An old man, clad in whyte clothes clere,
That hadde a book with lettre of golde in honde,
And gan biforn Valerian to stonde.
Valerian as deed fil doun for drede
Whan he him saugh, and he up hente him tho, 205
And on his book right thus he gan to rede—
'Oo Lord, oo feith, oo god with-outen mo,
Oo Cristendom, and fader of alle also,
Aboven alle and over al everywhere'—
Thise wordes al with gold y-writen were. 210
Whan this was rad, than seyde this olde man,
'Levestow this thing or no? sey ye or nay.'
'I leve al this thing,' quod Valerian,
'For sother thing than this, I dar wel say,
Under the hevene no wight thinke may.' 215
Tho vanisshed the olde man, he niste where,
And pope Urban him cristened right there.
Valerian goth hoom, and fint Cecilie
With-inne his chambre with an angel stonde;
This angel hadde of roses and of lilie 220
Corones two, the which he bar in honde;
And first to Cecile, as I understonde,
He yaf that oon, and after gan he take
That other to Valerian, hir make.
'With body clene and with unwemmed thoght 225
Kepeth ay wel thise corones,' quod he;
'Fro Paradys to yow have I hem broght,
Ne never-mo ne shal they roten be,
Ne lese her sote savour, trusteth me;
Ne never wight shal seen hem with his yë, 230
But he be chaast and hate vileinyë.
And thou, Valerian, for thou so sone
Assentedest to good conseil also,
Sey what thee list, and thou shalt han thy bone.'
'I have a brother,' quod Valerian tho, 235
'That in this world I love no man so.
I pray yow that my brother may han grace
To knowe the trouthe, as I do in this place.'
The angel seyde, 'god lyketh thy requeste,
And bothe, with the palm of martirdom, 240
Ye shullen come unto his blisful feste.'
And with that word Tiburce his brother com.
And whan that he the savour undernom
Which that the roses and the lilies caste,
With-inne his herte he gan to wondre faste, 245
And seyde, 'I wondre, this tyme of the yeer,
Whennes that sote savour cometh so
Of rose and lilies that I smelle heer.
For though I hadde hem in myn hondes two,
The savour mighte in me no depper go. 250
The sote smel that in myn herte I finde
Hath chaunged me al in another kinde.'
Valerian seyde, 'two corones han we,
Snow-whyte and rose-reed, that shynen clere,
Whiche that thyn yën han no might to see; 255
And as thou smellest hem thurgh my preyere,
So shaltow seen hem, leve brother dere,
If it so be thou wolt, withouten slouthe,
Bileve aright and knowen verray trouthe.'
Tiburce answerde, 'seistow this to me 260
In soothnesse, or in dreem I herkne this?'
'In dremes,' quod Valerian, 'han we be
Unto this tyme, brother myn, y-wis.
But now at erst in trouthe our dwelling is.'
'How woostow this,' quod Tiburce, 'in what wyse?' 265
Quod Valerian, 'that shal I thee devyse.
The angel of god hath me the trouthe y-taught
Which thou shalt seen, if that thou wolt reneye
The ydoles and be clene, and elles naught.'—
And of the miracle of thise corones tweye 270
Seint Ambrose in his preface list to seye;
Solempnely this noble doctour dere
Commendeth it, and seith in this manere:
The palm of martirdom for to receyve,
Seinte Cecile, fulfild of goddes yifte, 275
The world and eek hir chambre gan she weyve;
Witnes Tyburces and Valerians shrifte,
To whiche god of his bountee wolde shifte
Corones two of floures wel smellinge,
And made his angel hem the corones bringe: 280
The mayde hath broght thise men to blisse above;
The world hath wist what it is worth, certeyn,
Devocioun of chastitee to love.—
Tho shewede him Cecile al open and pleyn
That alle ydoles nis but a thing in veyn; 285
For they been dombe, and therto they been deve,
And charged him his ydoles for to leve.
'Who so that troweth nat this, a beste he is,'
Quod tho Tiburce, 'if that I shal nat lye.'
And she gan kisse his brest, that herde this, 290
And was ful glad he coude trouthe espye.
'This day I take thee for myn allye,'
Seyde this blisful fayre mayde dere;
And after that she seyde as ye may here:
'Lo, right so as the love of Crist,' quod she, 295
'Made me thy brotheres wyf, right in that wyse
Anon for myn allye heer take I thee,
Sin that thou wolt thyn ydoles despyse.
Go with thy brother now, and thee baptyse,
And make thee clene; so that thou mowe biholde 300
The angels face of which thy brother tolde.'
Tiburce answerde and seyde, 'brother dere,
First tel me whider I shal, and to what man?'
'To whom?' quod he, 'com forth with right good chere,
I wol thee lede unto the pope Urban.' 305
'Til Urban? brother myn Valerian,'
Quod tho Tiburce, 'woltow me thider lede?
Me thinketh that it were a wonder dede.
Ne menestow nat Urban,' quod he tho,
'That is so ofte dampned to be deed, 310
And woneth in halkes alwey to and fro,
And dar nat ones putte forth his heed?
Men sholde him brennen in a fyr so reed
If he were founde, or that men mighte him spye;
And we also, to bere him companye— 315
And whyl we seken thilke divinitee
That is y-hid in hevene prively,
Algate y-brend in this world shul we be!'
To whom Cecile answerde boldely,
'Men mighten dreden wel and skilfully 320
This lyf to lese, myn owene dere brother,
If this were livinge only and non other.
But ther is better lyf in other place,
That never shal be lost, ne drede thee noght,
Which goddes sone us tolde thurgh his grace; 325
That fadres sone hath alle thinges wroght;
And al that wroght is with a skilful thoght,
The goost, that fro the fader gan precede,
Hath sowled hem, withouten any drede.
By word and by miracle goddes sone, 330
Whan he was in this world, declared here
That ther was other lyf ther men may wone.'
To whom answerde Tiburce, 'o suster dere,
Ne seydestow right now in this manere,
Ther nis but o god, lord in soothfastnesse; 335
And now of three how maystow bere witnesse?'
'That shal I telle,' quod she, 'er I go.
Right as a man hath sapiences three,
Memorie, engyn, and intellect also,
So, in o being of divinitee, 340
Three persones may ther right wel be.'
Tho gan she him ful bisily to preche
Of Cristes come and of his peynes teche,
And many pointes of his passioun;
How goddes sone in this world was withholde, 345
To doon mankinde pleyn remissioun,
That was y-bounde in sinne and cares colde:
Al this thing she unto Tiburce tolde.
And after this Tiburce, in good entente,
With Valerian to pope Urban he wente, 350
That thanked god; and with glad herte and light
He cristned him, and made him in that place
Parfit in his lerninge, goddes knight.
And after this Tiburce gat swich grace,
That every day he saugh, in tyme and space, 355
The angel of god; and every maner bone
That he god axed, it was sped ful sone.
It were ful hard by ordre for to seyn
How many wondres Iesus for hem wroghte;
But atte laste, to tellen short and pleyn, 360
The sergeants of the toun of Rome hem soghte,
And hem biforn Almache the prefect broghte,
Which hem apposed, and knew al hir entente,
And to the image of Iupiter hem sente,
And seyde, 'who so wol nat sacrifyse, 365
Swap of his heed, this is my sentence here.'
Anon thise martirs that I yow devyse,
Oon Maximus, that was an officere
Of the prefectes and his corniculere,
Hem hente; and whan he forth the seintes ladde, 370
Him-self he weep, for pitee that he hadde.
Whan Maximus had herd the seintes lore,
He gat him of the tormentoures leve,
And ladde hem to his hous withoute more;
And with hir preching, er that it were eve, 375
They gonnen fro the tormentours to reve,
And fro Maxime, and fro his folk echone
The false feith, to trowe in god allone.
Cecilie cam, whan it was woxen night,
With preestes that hem cristned alle y-fere; 380
And afterward, whan day was woxen light,
Cecile hem seyde with a ful sobre chere,
'Now, Cristes owene knightes leve and dere,
Caste alle awey the werkes of derknesse,
And armeth yow in armure of brightnesse. 385
Ye han for sothe y-doon a greet bataille,
Your cours is doon, your feith han ye conserved,
Goth to the corone of lyf that may nat faille;
The rightful Iuge, which that ye han served,
Shall yeve it yow, as ye han it deserved.' 390
And whan this thing was seyd as I devyse,
Men ladde hem forth to doon the sacrifyse.
But whan they weren to the place broght,
To tellen shortly the conclusioun,
They nolde encense ne sacrifice right noght, 395
But on hir knees they setten hem adoun
With humble herte and sad devocioun,
And losten bothe hir hedes in the place.
Hir soules wenten to the king of grace.
This Maximus, that saugh this thing bityde, 400
With pitous teres tolde it anon-right,
That he hir soules saugh to heven glyde
With angels ful of cleernesse and of light,
And with his word converted many a wight;
For which Almachius dide him so to-bete 405
With whippe of leed, til he his lyf gan lete.
Cecile him took and buried him anoon
By Tiburce and Valerian softely,
Withinne hir burying-place, under the stoon.
And after this Almachius hastily 410
Bad his ministres fecchen openly
Cecile, so that she mighte in his presence
Doon sacrifyce, and Iupiter encense.
But they, converted at hir wyse lore,
Wepten ful sore, and yaven ful credence 415
Unto hir word, and cryden more and more,
'Crist, goddes sone withouten difference,
Is verray god, this is al our sentence,
That hath so good a servant him to serve;
This with o voys we trowen, thogh we sterve!' 420
Almachius, that herde of this doinge,
Bad fecchen Cecile, that he might hir see,
And alderfirst, lo! this was his axinge,
'What maner womman artow?' tho quod he.
'I am a gentil womman born,' quod she. 425
'I axe thee,' quod he, 'thogh it thee greve,
Of thy religioun and of thy bileve.'
'Ye han bigonne your question folily,'
Quod she, 'that wolden two answeres conclude
In oo demande; ye axed lewedly.' 430
Almache answerde unto that similitude,
'Of whennes comth thyn answering so rude?'
'Of whennes?' quod she, whan that she was freyned,
'Of conscience and of good feith unfeyned.'
Almachius seyde, 'ne takestow non hede 435
Of my power?' and she answerde him this—
'Your might,' quod she, 'ful litel is to drede;
For every mortal mannes power nis
But lyk a bladdre, ful of wind, y-wis.
For with a nedles poynt, whan it is blowe, 440
May al the boost of it be leyd ful lowe.'
'Ful wrongfully bigonne thou,' quod he,
'And yet in wrong is thy perseveraunce;
Wostow nat how our mighty princes free
Han thus comanded and maad ordinaunce, 445
That every cristen wight shal han penaunce
But-if that he his cristendom withseye,
And goon al quit, if he wol it reneye?'
'Your princes erren, as your nobley dooth,'
Quod tho Cecile, 'and with a wood sentence 450
Ye make us gilty, and it is nat sooth;
For ye, that knowen wel our innocence,
For as muche as we doon a reverence
To Crist, and for we bere a cristen name,
Ye putte on us a cryme, and eek a blame. 455
But we that knowen thilke name so
For vertuous, we may it nat withseye.'
Almache answerde, 'chees oon of thise two,
Do sacrifyce, or cristendom reneye,
That thou mowe now escapen by that weye.' 460
At which the holy blisful fayre mayde
Gan for to laughe, and to the Iuge seyde,
'O Iuge, confus in thy nycetee,
Woltow that I reneye innocence,
To make me a wikked wight?' quod she; 465
'Lo! he dissimuleth here in audience,
He stareth and woodeth in his advertence!'
To whom Almachius, 'unsely wrecche,
Ne woostow nat how far my might may strecche?
Han noght our mighty princes to me yeven, 470
Ye, bothe power and auctoritee
To maken folk to dyen or to liven?
Why spekestow so proudly than to me?'
'I speke noght but stedfastly,' quod she,
'Nat proudly, for I seye, as for my syde, 475
We haten deedly thilke vyce of pryde.
And if thou drede nat a sooth to here,
Than wol I shewe al openly, by right,
That thou hast maad a ful gret lesing here.
Thou seyst, thy princes han thee yeven might 480
Bothe for to sleen and for to quiken a wight;
Thou, that ne mayst but only lyf bireve,
Thou hast non other power ne no leve!
But thou mayst seyn, thy princes han thee maked
Ministre of deeth; for if thou speke of mo, 485
Thou lyest, for thy power is ful naked.'
'Do wey thy boldnes,' seyde Almachius tho,
'And sacrifyce to our goddes, er thou go;
I recche nat what wrong that thou me profre,
For I can suffre it as a philosophre; 490
But thilke wronges may I nat endure
That thou spekest of our goddes here,' quod he.
Cecile answerede, 'o nyce creature,
Thou seydest no word sin thou spak to me
That I ne knew therwith thy nycetee; 495
And that thou were, in every maner wyse,
A lewed officer and a veyn Iustyse.
Ther lakketh no-thing to thyn utter yën
That thou nart blind, for thing that we seen alle
That it is stoon, that men may wel espyen, 500
That ilke stoon a god thou wolt it calle.
I rede thee, lat thyn hand upon it falle,
And taste it wel, and stoon thou shalt it finde,
Sin that thou seest nat with thyn yën blinde.
It is a shame that the peple shal 505
So scorne thee, and laughe at thy folye;
For comunly men woot it wel overal,
That mighty god is in his hevenes hye,
And thise images, wel thou mayst espye,
To thee ne to hem-self mowe nought profyte, 510
For in effect they been nat worth a myte.'
Thise wordes and swiche othere seyde she,
And he weex wroth, and bad men sholde hir lede
Hom til hir hous, 'and in hir hous,' quod he,
'Brenne hir right in a bath of flambes rede.' 515
And as he bad, right so was doon in dede;
For in a bath they gonne hir faste shetten,
And night and day greet fyr they under betten.
The longe night and eek a day also,
For al the fyr and eek the bathes hete, 520
She sat al cold, and felede no wo,
It made hir nat a drope for to swete.
But in that bath hir lyf she moste lete;
For he, Almachius, with ful wikke entente
To sleen hir in the bath his sonde sente. 525
Three strokes in the nekke he smoot hir tho,
The tormentour, but for no maner chaunce
He mighte noght smyte al hir nekke a-two;
And for ther was that tyme an ordinaunce,
That no man sholde doon man swich penaunce 530
The ferthe strook to smyten, softe or sore,
This tormentour ne dorste do na-more.
But half-deed, with hir nekke y-corven there,
He lefte hir lye, and on his wey is went.
The Cristen folk, which that aboute hir were, 535
With shetes han the blood ful faire y-hent.
Thre dayes lived she in this torment,
And never cessed hem the feith to teche;
That she hadde fostred, hem she gan to preche;
And hem she yaf hir moebles and hir thing, 540
And to the pope Urban bitook hem tho,
And seyde, 'I axed this at hevene king,
To han respyt three dayes and na-mo,
To recomende to yow, er that I go,
Thise soules, lo! and that I mighte do werche 545
Here of myn hous perpetuelly a cherche.'
Seint Urban, with his deknes, prively
The body fette, and buried it by nighte
Among his othere seintes honestly.
Hir hous the chirche of seint Cecilie highte; 550
Seint Urban halwed it, as he wel mighte;
In which, into this day, in noble wyse,
Men doon to Crist and to his seint servyse.
Here is ended the Seconde Nonnes Tale.
Variae Lectiones, etc.
7. Hn. Hl. hente; E. shente, Pt. shent, Ln. schent, wrongly.—17. E. Hn. Pt. Ln. Hl. roten; Cm. rote.—18. E. Hn. no good nencrees; Pt. Ln. non encrese; Hl. good encres; Cm. encrees.—19. Cm. hire; Pt. hure; Hn. Ln. hir; E. it; Hl. her.—27. Hn. Pt. of; E. Cm. Ln. Hl. with.—28. Hn. Cm. Pt. Ln. martir seinte (seint); Hl. martir; E. mooder.—32. Hn. mendite (shewing the scansion).—34. E. eterneel; Hn. Cm. eternal.—43. E. Hn. Cm. Pt. sydis.—44. E. eterneel; Hn. Cm. eternal.—54. E. often; Hn. Cm. ofte.—80. Hn. Cm. tendite (shewing the scansion).—82. E. Hn. Cm. Hl. him; but Cp. Pt. Ln. hem.—83. Cm. folwe; E. Hn. Hl. folwen; Cp. Pt. Ln. folowen.—84. E. I pray; Cp. And pray I; rest And pray (or prei, or preye).—Heading. In margin of E. Hn. (E. om. Aurea).—85. E. omits yow.—91. E. favour; rest savour; see l. 229.—95. E. manere.—110. E. Syen; Cp. Ln. Seyen; Hn. Sayen.—134. Hl. Hn. organs; Ln. orgens; E. Orgues; Cp. Orgles; Pt. Orgels.—137. E. it; rest I.—138. Hn. Cm. Cp. Hl. deyde; E. dyde.—139. E. Hn. and; rest or.—147. E. me; rest it; see l. 150.—152. E. aungel.—164. E. aungel; but angel in 165, 170.—171. on] E. in.—178. E. thynges; rest nedes, nedis, needes.—180. E. Cp. Ln. Hl. whiche þat I; but Hn. Cm. Pt. omit that.—190. Ln. yen; rest eyen, eyhen.—192. E. Hn. hierde.—197. E. Hl. right; rest but.—203. E. bifore; Hl. to-forn; rest biforn, biforne, beforne.—208. E. Hn. Cm. O; Hl. On; Cp. Pt. Ln. Of.—209. E. omits and.—210-216. Hl. omits.—214. E. oother; rest sother.—216. E. Hn. Cm. this; Pt. that; Cp. Ln. the.—217. Hl. Pt. cristened; Cm. cristenede; E. Hn. Cp. cristned.—226. E. three; Hl. thre; rest quod he.—251. The MSS. have swete here; but in l. 247 we find only sote, soote, swote, suote, except swete in Pt.; in l. 229, E. Hl. soote; Hn. swote; Cm. sote; Cp. Pt. Ln. swete.—267. E. Ln. Hl. omit the.—273. E. hym; rest it.—277. The MSS. have Cecilies, wrongly (for Valerians); Lat. text—Ualeriani; cf. l. 281.—281. E. Hn. omit thise; the rest retain it, except Cm., which has brought hem to blysse.—284. Cp. Pt. Ln. omit al.—288. E. Hn. Pt. beest; Hl. best; Cm. Cp. Ln. beste.—303. E. Hn. Cm. that I; rest omit that.—304. Hl. om. right.—323. Ln. Hl. Pt. better; E. Hn. bettre.—326. E. thyng ywroght; Hn. Cm. thynges wroght.—326-337. Cp. Pt. Ln. omit.—340. E. omits o.—355. E. saugh; Hl. say.—363. Hl. apposed; the rest opposed, wrongly.—366. E. Cm. Hl. omit is.—373. E. Hn. Pt. Ln. tormentours.—382. E. Hn. Hl. ful stedefast; Cm. ful sobere; Cp. Pt. Ln. sobre. —384. Cp. Pt. Casteth; rest Cast.—392. E. Hn. Cm. ledde.—398. E. Hn. Cm. heuedes; rest hedes.—400. E. saugh; Hn. Cp. Hl. say.—404. E. this; rest his.—405. E. Hn. Cm. Hl. so bete; Cp. Pt. Ln. so to-bete.—406. E. the; rest his.—418. E. omits al.—424. Cp. Pt. Ln. tho; rest omit.—436. Hn. Hl. this; Cm. Cp. Pt. Ln. thus; E. omits.—451. E. Hn. Cm. omit it.—467. E. and he; rest omit he.—475. E. speke; rest seye.—487. Hl. lewednes; rest boldnesse.—510. E. Ln. insert ne before mowe; E. mowen; Hn. mowe.—518. E. fyre; Hn. Cm. fyr.—521. Cm. felede; E. Hn. feled; Cp. Pt. Ln. felt of it.—524. E. Hn. a ful; Cm. a; rest ful.—528. Cp. Pt. smyten; rest smyte. 530. man (2)] E. men.—534. Cm. is went; rest he wente (or he went) against the rime.—542. E. at; rest of; see G 621.—548. E. This; rest The.—550. E. Hn. Ln. seinte.—553. E. Hn. Pt. seinte; Cp. seintz; Pt. seintes.—Colophon. From E. Hn.; Hl. Here endeth the secounde Nonne hir tale of the lif of seint Cecilie.