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The Legend of Ariadne
[edit]Iuge Infernal, Minos, of Crete king, | |
Now cometh thy lot, now comestow on the ring; | |
Nat for thy sake only wryte I this storie, | |
But for to clepe agein unto memorie | |
1890 | Of Theseus the grete untrouthe of love; |
For which the goddes of the heven above | |
Ben wrothe, and wreche han take for thy sinne. | |
Be reed for shame! now I thy lyf beginne. | |
Minos, that was the mighty king of Crete, | |
That hadde an hundred citees stronge and grete, | |
To scole hath sent his sone Androgeus, | |
To Athenes; of the whiche hit happed thus, | |
That he was slayn, lerning philosphye, | |
Right in that citee, nat but for envye. | |
1900 | The grete Minos, of the whiche I speke, |
His sones deeth is comen for to wreke; | |
Alcathoe he bisegeth harde and longe, | |
But natheles the walles be so stronge, | |
And Nisus, that was king of that citee, | |
So chivalrous, that litel dredeth he; | |
Of Minos or his ost took he no cure, | |
Til on a day befel an aventure, | |
That Nisus doghter stood upon the wal, | |
And of the sege saw the maner al, | |
1910 | So happed hit, that, at a scarmishing, |
She caste her herte upon Minos the king, | |
For his beautee and for his chivalrye, | |
So sore, that she wende for to dye. | |
And, shortly of this proces for to pace, | |
She made Minos winnen thilke place, | |
So that the citee was al at his wille, | |
To saven whom him list, or elles spille; | |
But wikkedly he quitte her kindenesse, | |
And let her drenche in sorowe and distresse, | |
1920 | Nere that the goddes hadde of her pite; |
But that tale were to long as now for me. | |
Athenes wan this king Minos also, | |
And Alcathoe and other tounes mo; | |
And this theffect, that Minos hath so driven | |
Hem of Athenes, that they mote him yiven | |
Fro yere to yere her owne children dere | |
For to be slayn, as ye shul after here. | |
This Minos hath a monstre, a wikked beste, | |
That was so cruel that, without areste, | |
1930 | Whan that a man was broght in his presence, |
He wolde him ete, ther helpeth no defence. | |
And every thridde yeer, with-outen doute, | |
They casten lot, and, as hit com aboute | |
On riche, on pore, he moste his sone take, | |
And of his child he moste present make | |
Unto Minos, to save him or to spille, | |
Or lete his beste devoure him at his wille. | |
And this hath Minos don, right in despyt; | |
To wreke his sone was set al his delyt, | |
1940 | And maken hem of Athenes his thral |
Fro yere to yere, whyl that he liven shal; | |
And hoom he saileth whan this toun is wonne. | |
This wikked custom is so longe y-ronne | |
Til that of Athenes king Egeus | |
Mot sende his owne sone, Theseus, | |
Sith that the lot is fallen him upon, | |
To be devoured, for grace is ther non. | |
And forth is lad this woful yonge knight | |
Unto the court of king Minos ful right, | |
1950 | And in a prison, fetered, cast is he |
Til thilke tyme he sholde y-freten be. | |
Wel maystow wepe, O woful Theseus, | |
That art a kinges sone, and dampned thus. | |
Me thinketh this, that thou were depe y-holde | |
To whom that saved thee fro cares colde! | |
And now, if any woman helpe thee, | |
Wel oughtestow her servant for to be, | |
And been her trewe lover yeer by yere! | |
But now to come ageyn to my matere. | |
1960 | The tour, ther as this Theseus is throwe |
Doun in the botom derke and wonder lowe, | |
Was ioyning in the walle to a foreyne; | |
And hit was longing to the doghtren tweyne | |
Of king Minos, that in hir chambres grete | |
Dwelten above, toward the maister-strete, | |
In mochel mirthe, in Ioye and in solas. | |
Not I nat how, hit happed ther, per cas, | |
As Theseus compleyned him by nighte, | |
The kinges doghter, Adrian that highte, | |
1970 | And eek her suster Phedra, herden al |
His compleyning, as they stode on the wal | |
And lokeden upon the brighte mone; | |
Hem leste nat to go to bedde sone. | |
And of his wo they had compassioun; | |
A kinges sone to ben in swich prisoun | |
And be devoured, thoughte hem gret pitee. | |
Than Adrian spak to her suster free, | |
And seyde, "Phedra, leve suster dere, | |
This woful lordes sone may ye nat here, | |
1980 | How pitously compleyneth he his kin, |
And eek his pore estat that he is in, | |
And gilteless? now certes, hit is routhe! | |
And if ye wol assenten, by my trouthe, | |
He shal be holpen, how so that we do!" | |
Phedra answerde, "y-wis, me is as wo | |
For him as ever I was for any man; | |
And, to his help, the beste reed I can | |
Is that we doon the gayler prively | |
To come, and speke with us hastily, | |
1990 | And doon this woful man with him to come. |
For if he may this monstre overcome, | |
Than were he quit; ther is noon other bote. | |
Lat us wel taste him at his herte-rote, | |
That, if so be that he a wepen have, | |
Wher that he dar, his lyf to kepe and save, | |
Fighten with this fend, and him defende. | |
For, in the prison, ther he shal descende, | |
Ye wite wel, that the beste is in a place | |
That nis nat derk, and hath roum eek and space | |
2000 | To welde an ax or swerd or staf or knyf, |
So that, me thinketh, he sholde save his lyf; | |
If that he be a man, he shal do so. | |
And we shul make him balles eek also | |
Of wexe and towe, that, whan he gapeth faste, | |
Into the bestes throte he shal hem caste | |
To slake his hunger and encombre his teeth; | |
And right anon, whan that Theseus seeth | |
The beste achoked, he shal on him lepe | |
To sleen him, or they comen more to-hepe. | |
2010 | This wepen shal the gayler, or that tyde, |
Ful privily within the prison hyde; | |
And, for the hous is crinkled to and fro, | |
And hath so queinte weyes for to go -- | |
For hit is shapen as the mase is wroght -- | |
Therto have I a remedie in my thoght, | |
That, by a clewe of twyne, as he hath goon, | |
The same wey he may returne anoon, | |
Folwing alwey the threed, as he hath come. | |
And, what that he this beste hath overcome, | |
2020 | Then may he fleen awey out of this drede, |
And eek the gayler may he with him lede, | |
And him avaunce at hoom in his contree, | |
Sin that so greet a lordes sone is he. | |
This is my reed, if that he dar hit take." | |
What sholde I lenger sermoun of hit make? | |
The gayler cometh, and with him Theseus. | |
And whan thise thinges been acorded thus, | |
Adoun sit Theseus upon his knee: -- | |
"The righte lady of my lyf," quod he, | |
2030 | "I, sorweful man, y-dampned to the deeth, |
Fro yow, whyl that me lasteth lyf or breeth, | |
I wol nat twinne, after this aventure, | |
But in your servise thus I wol endure, | |
That, as a wrecche unknowe, I wol yow serve | |
For ever-mo, til that myn herte sterve. | |
Forsake I wol at hoom myn heritage, | |
And, as I seide, ben of your court a page, | |
If that ye vouche-sauf that, in this place, | |
Ye graunte me to han so gret a grace | |
2040 | That I may han nat but my mete and drinke; |
And for my sustenance yit wol I swinke, | |
Right as yow list, that Minos ne no wight -- | |
Sin that he saw me never with eyen sight -- | |
Ne no man elles, shal me conne espye; | |
So slyly and so wel I shal me gye, | |
And me so wel disfigure and so lowe, | |
That in this world ther shal no man me knowe, | |
To han my lyf, and for to han presence | |
Of yow, that doon to me this excellence. | |
2050 | And to my fader shal I senden here |
This worthy man, that is now your gaylere, | |
And, him to guerdon, that he shal wel be | |
Oon of the grettest men of my contree. | |
And yif I dorste seyn, my lady bright, | |
I am a kinges sone, and eek a knight; | |
As wolde god, yif that hit mighte be | |
Ye weren in my contree, alle three, | |
And I with yow, to bere yow companyee, | |
Than shulde ye seen yif that I ther-of lye! | |
2060 | And, if I profre yow in low manere |
To ben your page and serven yow right here, | |
But I yow serve as lowly in that place, | |
I prey to Mara to yive me swiche a grace | |
That shames deeth on me ther mote falle, | |
And deeth and povert to my frendes alle; | |
And that my spirit by nighte mote go | |
After my deeth, and walke to and fro; | |
That I mote of a traitour have a name, | |
For which my spirit go, to do me shame! | |
2070 | And yif I ever claime other degree, |
But-if ye vouche-sauf to yive hit me, | |
As I have seid, of shames deeth I deye! | |
And mercy, lady! I can nat elles seye!" | |
A seemly knight was Theseus to see, | |
And yong, but of a twenty yeer and three; | |
But who-so hadde y-seyn his countenaunce, | |
He wolde have wept, for routhe of his penaunce; | |
For which this Adriane in this manere | |
Answerde to his profre and to his chere. | |
2080 | "A kinges sone, and eek a knight," quod she, |
"To been my servant in so low degree, | |
God shilde hit, for the shame of women alle! | |
And leve me never swich a cas befalle! | |
But sende yow grace and sleighte of herte also, | |
Yow to defende and knightly sleen your fo, | |
And leve herafter that I may yow finde | |
To me and to my suster here so kinde, | |
That I repente nat to give yow lyf! | |
Yit were hit better that I were your wyf, | |
2090 | Sin that ye been as gentil born as I, |
And have a reaume, nat but faste by, | |
Then that I suffred giltles yow to sterve, | |
Or that I let yow as a page serve; | |
Hit is not profit, as unto your kinrede; | |
But what is that that man nil do for drede? | |
And to my suster, sin that hit is so | |
That she mot goon with me, if that I go, | |
Or elles suffre deeth as wel as I, | |
That ye unto your sone as trewely | |
2100 | Doon her be wedded at your hoom-coming. |
This is the fynal ende of al this thing; | |
Ye swere hit heer, on al that may be sworn." | |
"Ye, lady myn," quod he, "or elles torn | |
Mote I be with the Minotaur to-morwe! | |
And haveth her-of my herte-blood to borwe, | |
Yif that ye wile; if I had knyf or spere, | |
I wolde hit leten out, and ther-on swere, | |
For than at erst I wot ye wil me leve. | |
By Mars, that is the cheef of my bileve, | |
2110 | So that I mighte liven and nat faile |
To-morwe for tacheve my bataile, | |
I nolde never fro this place flee, | |
Til that ye shuld the verray preve see. | |
For now, if that the sooth I shal yow say, | |
I have y-loved yow ful many a day, | |
Thogh ye ne wiste hit nat, in my contree. | |
And aldermost desyred yow to see | |
Of any erthly living creature; | |
Upon my trouthe I swere, and yow assure, | |
2120 | Thise seven yeer I have your servant be; |
Now have I yow, and also have ye me, | |
My dere herte, of Athenes duchesse!" | |
This lady smyleth at his stedfastnesse, | |
And at his hertly wordes, and his chere, | |
And to her suster seide in this manere, | |
Al softely, "now, suster myn," quod she, | |
"Now be we duchesses, bothe I and ye, | |
And sikered to the regals of Athenes, | |
And bothe her-after lykly to be quenes, | |
2130 | And saved fro his deeth a kinges sone, |
As ever of gentil women is the wone | |
To save a gentil man, emforth hir might, | |
In honest cause, and namely in his right. | |
Me thinketh no wight oghte her-of us blame, | |
Ne beren us ther-for an evel name." | |
And shortly of this matere for to make, | |
This Theseus of her hath leve y-take, | |
And every point performed was in dede | |
As ye have in this covenant herd me rede. | |
2140 | His wepen, his clew, his thing that I have said, |
Was by the gayler in the hous y-laid | |
Ther as this Minotaur hath his dwelling, | |
Right faste by the dore, at his entring. | |
And Theseus is lad unto his deeth, | |
And forth un-to this Minotaur he geeth, | |
And by the teching of this Adriane | |
He overcom this beste, and was his bane; | |
And out he cometh by the clewe again | |
Ful prevely, whan he this beste hath slain; | |
2150 | And by the gayler geten hath a barge, |
And of his wyves tresor gan hit charge, | |
And took his wyf, and eek her suster free, | |
And eek the gayler, and with hem alle three | |
Is stole awey out of the lond by nighte, | |
And to the contre of Ennopye him dighte | |
Ther as he had a frend of his knowinge. | |
Ther fasten they, ther dauneen they and singe; | |
And in his armes hath this Adriane, | |
That of the beste hath kept him from his bane; | |
2160 | And gat him ther a newe barge anoon, |
And of his contree-folk a ful gret woon, | |
And taketh his leve, and hoomward saileth he. | |
And in an yle, amid the wilde see, | |
Ther as ther dwelte creature noon | |
Save wilde bestes, and that ful many oon, | |
He made his ship a-londe for to sette; | |
And in that yle half a day he lette, | |
And seide, that on the lond he moste him reste. | |
His mariners han doon right as him leste; | |
2170 | And, for to tellen shortly in this cas, |
Whan Adriane his wyf a-slepe was, | |
For that her suster fairer was than she, | |
He taketh her in his hond, and forth goth he | |
To shippe, and as a traitour stal his way | |
Whyl that this Adriane a-slepe lay, | |
And to his contree-ward he saileth blyve -- | |
A twenty devil way the wind him dryve! -- | |
And fond his fader drenched in the see. | |
Me list no more to speke of him, parde; | |
2180 | Thise false lovers, poison be hir bane! |
But I wol turne again to Adriane | |
That is with slepe for werinesse atake. | |
Ful sorwefully her herte may awake. | |
Allas! for thee my herte hath now pite! | |
Right in the dawning awaketh she, | |
And gropeth in the bedde, and fond right noght. | |
"Allas!" quode she, "that ever I was wroght! | |
I am betrayed!" and her heer to-rente, | |
And to the stronde bar-fot faste she wente, | |
2190 | And cryed, "Theseus! myn herte swete! |
Wher be ye, that I may nat with yow mete, | |
And mighte thus with bestes been y-slain?" | |
The holwe rokkes answerde her again; | |
No man she saw, and yit shyned the mone, | |
And hye upon a rokke she wente sone, | |
And saw his barge sailing in the see. | |
Cold wex her herte, and right thus seide she. | |
"Meker than ye finde I the bestes wilde!" | |
Hadde he nat sinne, that her thus begylde? | |
2200 | She cryed, "O turne again, for routhe and sinne! |
Thy barge hath nat al his meiny inne!" | |
Her kerchef on a pole up stikked she, | |
Ascaunce that he sholde hit wel y-see, | |
And him remembre that she was behinde, | |
And turne again, and on the stronde her finde; | |
But al for noght; his wey he is y-goon. | |
And doun she fil a-swown upon a stoon; | |
And up she rist, and kiste, in al her care, | |
The steppes of his feet, ther he hath fare, | |
2210 | And to her bedde right thus she speketh tho: -- |
"Thou bed," quod she, "that hast receyved two, | |
Thou shalt answere of two, and nat of oon! | |
Wher is thy gretter part away y-goon? | |
Allas! wher shal I, wrecched wight, become! | |
For, thogh so be that ship or boot heer come, | |
Hoom to my contree dar I nat for drede; | |
I can my-selven in this cas nat rede!" | |
What shal I telle more her compleining? | |
Hit is so long, hit were an hevy thing. | |
2220 | In her epistle Naso telleth al; |
But shortly to the ende I telle shal. | |
The goddes have her holpen, for pitee; | |
And, in the signe of Taurus, men may see | |
The stones of her coroun shyne clere. -- | |
I wol no more speke of this matere; | |
But thus this false lover can begyle | |
His trewe love. The devil quyte him his wyle! | |
Explicit Legenda Adriane de Athenes. |