The Legend of Good Women/Appendix/Prologue Version "A"
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[edit]A thousand sythes have I herd men telle, | |
That ther is Ioye in heven, and peyne in helle; | |
And I acorde wel that hit is so; | |
But natheles, this wot I wel also, | |
That ther nis noon dwelleth in this contree, | |
That either hath in helle or heven y-be, | |
Ne may of hit non other weyes witen, | |
But as he hath herd seyd, or founde hit writen; | |
For by assay ther may no man hit preve. | |
10 | But goddes forbode, but men shulde leve |
Wel more thing then men han seen with ye! | |
Men shal nat wenen every-thing a lye | |
For that he seigh it nat of yore ago. | |
God wot, a thing is never the lasse so | |
Thogh every wight ne may hit nat y-see. | |
Bernard the monk ne saugh nat al, parde! | |
Than mote we to bokes that we finde, | |
Through which that olde thinges been in minde, | |
And to the doctrine of these olde wyse, | |
20 | Yeven credence, in every skilful wyse, |
And trowen on these olde aproved stories, | |
Of holinesse, or regnes, of victories, | |
Of love, of hate, of other sundry thinges, | |
Of whiche I may not maken rehersinges. | |
And if that olde bokes were a-weye, | |
Y-loren were of remembraunce the keye. | |
Wel oghte us than on olde bokes leve, | |
Ther-as ther is non other assay by preve. | |
And, as for me, though that my wit be lyte, | |
30 | On bokes for to rede I me delyte, |
And in myn herte have hem in reverence; | |
And to hem yeve swich lust and swich credence, | |
That ther is wel unethe game noon | |
That from my bokes make me to goon, | |
But hit be other up-on the haly-day; | |
Or elles in the Ioly tyme of May; | |
Whan that I here the smale foules singe, | |
And that the floures ginne for to springe, | |
Farwel my studie, as lasting that sesoun! | |
40 | Now have I therto this condicioun |
That, of alle the floures in the mede, | |
Than love I most these floures whyte and rede, | |
Swiche as men callen daysies in our toun. | |
To hem have I so great affeccioun, | |
As I seyde erst, whan comen is the May, | |
That in my bed ther daweth me no day | |
That I nam up, and walking in the mede | |
To seen these floures agein the sonne sprede, | |
Whan hit up-riseth by the morwe shene, | |
50 | The longe day, thus walking in the grene. |
And whan the sonne ginneth for to weste, | |
Than closeth hit, and draweth hit to reste. | |
So sore hit is afered of the night, | |
Til on the morwe, that hit is dayes light. | |
This dayesye, of alle floures flour, | |
Fulfild of vertu and of alle honour, | |
And ever y-lyke fair, and fresh of hewe; | |
As wel in winter as in somer newe, | |
Fain wolde I preisen, if I coude aright; | |
60 | But wo is me, hit lyth nat in my might! |
For wel I wot, that folk han her-beforn | |
Of making ropen, and lad a-wey the corn; | |
And I come after, glening here and there, | |
And am ful glad if I may finde an ere | |
Of any goodly word that they han left. | |
And, if it happe me rehersen eft | |
That they han in her fresshe songes sayd, | |
I hope that they wil nat ben evel apayd, | |
Sin hit is seid in forthering and honour | |
70 | Of hem that either serven leef or flour. |
For trusteth wel, I ne have nat undertake | |
As of the leef, ageyn the flour, to make; | |
Ne of the flour to make, ageyn the leef, | |
No more than of the corn ageyn the sheef. | |
For, as to me, is leefer noon ne lother; | |
I am with-holde yit with never nother. | |
I not who serveth leef, ne who the flour; | |
That nis nothing the entent of my labour. | |
For this werk is al of another tunne, | |
80 | Of olde story, er swich stryf was begunne. |
But wherfor that I spak, to yeve credence | |
To bokes olde and doon hem reverence, | |
Is for men shulde autoritees beleve, | |
Ther as ther lyth non other assay by preve. | |
For myn entent is, or I fro yow fare, | |
The naked text in English to declare | |
Of many a story, or elles of many a geste, | |
As autours seyn; leveth hem if yow leste! | |
Whan passed was almost the month of May, | |
90 | And I had romed, al the someres day, |
The grene medew, of which that I yow tolde, | |
Upon the fresshe daysy to beholde, | |
And that the sonne out of the south gan weste, | |
And closed was the flour and goon to reste | |
For derknesse of the night, of which she dredde, | |
Hoom to myn hous ful swiftly I me spedde; | |
And, in a litel erber that I have, | |
Y-benched newe with turves fresshe y-grave, | |
I bad men shulde me my couche make; | |
100 | For deyntee of the newe someres sake, |
I bad hem strowe floures on my bed. | |
Whan I was layd, and had myn eyen hed, | |
I fel a-slepe with-in an houre or two. | |
Me mette how I was in the medew tho, | |
And that I romed in that same gyse, | |
To seen that flour, as ye han herd devyse. | |
Fair was this medew, as thoughte me overal; | |
With floures swote enbrowded was it al; | |
As for to speke of gomme, or erbe, or tree, | |
110 | Comparisoun may noon y-maked be. |
For hit surmounted pleynly alle odoures, | |
And eek of riche beaute alle floures. | |
Forgeten had the erthe his pore estat | |
Of winter, that him naked made and mat, | |
And with his swerd of cold so sore had greved. | |
Now had the atempre sonne al that releved, | |
And clothed him in grene al newe agayn. | |
The smale foules, of the seson fayn, | |
That from the panter and the net ben scaped, | |
120 | Upon the fouler, that hem made a-whaped |
In winter, and distroyed had hir brood, | |
In his despyt, hem thoughte hit did hem good | |
To singe of him, and in hir song despyse | |
The foule cherl that, for his covetyse, | |
Had hem betrayed with his sophistrye. | |
This was hir song -- "the fouler we defye!" | |
Some songen [layes] on the braunches clere | |
Of love and [May], that Ioye hit was to here, | |
In worship and in preysing of hir make, | |
130 | And of the newe blisful someres sake, |
That songen, "blissed be seynt Valentyn! | |
[For] at his day I chees yow to be myn, | |
With-oute repenting, myn herte swete!" | |
And therwith-al hir bekes gonnen mete. | |
[They did honour and] humble obeisaunces, | |
And after diden other observaunces | |
Right [plesing] un-to love and to nature; | |
So ech of hem [doth wel] to creature. | |
This song to herkne I dide al myn entente, | |
140 | For-why I mette I wiste what they mente. |
Til at the last a larke song above: | |
"I see," quod she, "the mighty god of love! | |
Lo! yond he cometh, I see his winges sprede!" | |
Tho gan I loken endelong the mede, | |
And saw him come, and in his hond a quene, | |
Clothed in ryal abite al of grene. | |
A fret of gold she hadde next hir heer, | |
And up-on that a whyt coroun she beer | |
With many floures, and I shal nat lye; | |
150 | For al the world, right as the dayesye |
I-coroned is with whyte leves lyte, | |
Swich were the floures of hir coroun whyte. | |
For of o perle fyn and oriental, | |
Hir whyte coroun was y-maked al; | |
For which the whyte coroun, above the grene, | |
Made hir lyk a daysie for to sene, | |
Considered eek the fret of gold above. | |
Y-clothed was this mighty god of love | |
Of silke, y-brouded ful of grene greves; | |
160 | A garlond on his heed of rose-leves |
Sticked al with lilie floures newe; | |
But of his face I can nat seyn the hewe. | |
For sekirly his face shoon so brighte, | |
That with the gleem a-stoned was the sighte; | |
A furlong-wey I mighte him nat beholde. | |
But at the laste in hande I saw him holde | |
Two fyry dartes, as the gledes rede; | |
And aungellich his wenges gan he sprede. | |
And al be that men seyn that blind is he, | |
170 | Al-gate me thoughte he mighte wel y-see; |
For sternly on me he gan biholde, | |
So that his loking doth myn herte colde. | |
And by the hande he held the noble quene, | |
Corouned with whyte, and clothed al in grene, | |
So womanly, so benigne, and so meke, | |
That in this world, thogh that men wolde seke, | |
Half hir beautee shulde men nat finde | |
In creature that formed is by kinde. | |
Hir name was Alceste the debonayre; | |
180 | I prey to god that ever falle she fayre! |
For ne hadde confort been of hir presence, | |
I had be deed, withouten any defence, | |
For drede of Loves wordes and his chere, | |
As, whan tyme is, her-after ye shal here. | |
Byhind this god of love, up-n this grene, | |
I saw cominge of ladyes nyntene | |
In ryal abite, a ful esy pas, | |
And after hem com of wemen swich a tras | |
This, sin that god Adam made of erthe, | |
190 | The thredde part of wemen, ne the ferthe, |
Ne wende I nat by possibilitee | |
Hadden ever in this world y-be; | |
And trewe of love thise wemen were echoon. | |
Now whether was that a wonder thing or noon, | |
That, right anoon as that they gonne espye | |
This flour, which that I clepe the dayesye, | |
Ful sodeinly they stinten alle at ones, | |
And kneled adoun, as it were for the nones. | |
And after that they wenten in compas, | |
200 | Daunsinge aboute this flour an esy pas, |
And songen, as it were in carole-wyse, | |
This balade, which that I shal yow devyse. |