The Legend of Good Women/The Legend of Dido
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The Legend of Dido, Queen of Carthage
[edit]Glory and honour, Virgil Mantuan, | |
Be to thy name! and I shal, as I can, | |
Folow thy lantern, as thou gost biforn, | |
How Eneas to Dido was forsworn. | |
In thyn Eneid and Naso wol I take | |
The tenour, and the grete effectes make. | |
930 | Whan Troye broght was to destuccioun |
By Grekes sleighte, and namely of Sinoun, | |
Feyning the hors y-offred to Minerve, | |
Through which that many a Troyan moste sterve; | |
And Ector had, after his deeth, appered, | |
And fyr so wood, it mighte nat be stered, | |
In al the noble tour of Ilioun, | |
That of the citee was the cheef dungeoun; | |
And al the contree was so lowe y-broght, | |
And Priamus the king fordoon and noght; | |
940 | And Eneas was charged by Venus |
To fleen away, he took Ascanius, | |
That was his sone, in his right hand, and fledde; | |
And on his bakke he bar and with him ledde | |
His olde fader, cleped Anchises, | |
And by the weye his wyf Creusa he lees. | |
And mochel sorwe hadde he in his minde | |
Er that he coude his felawshippe finde. | |
But, at the laste, whan he had hem founde, | |
He made him redy in a certein stounde, | |
950 | And to the see ful faste he gan him hye, |
And saileth forth with al his companye | |
Toward Itaile, as wolde destinee. | |
But of his aventures in the see | |
Nis nat to purpos for to speke of here, | |
For hit acordeth nat to my matere. | |
But, as I seide, of him and of Dido | |
Shal be my tale, til that I have do. | |
So longe he sailed in the salte see | |
Til in Libye unnethe aryved he, | |
960 | With shippes seven and with no more navye; |
And glad was he to londe for to hye, | |
So was he with the tempest al to-shake. | |
And whan that he the haven had y-take, | |
He had a knight, was called Achates; | |
And him of al his felawshippe he chees | |
To goon with him, the contre for tespye; | |
He took with him no more companye. | |
But forth they goon, and lafte his shippes ryde, | |
His fere and he, with-outen any gyde. | |
970 | So longe he walketh in this wildernesse |
Til, at the laste, he mette an hunteresse. | |
A bowe in honde and arwes hadde she, | |
Her clothes cutted were unto the knee; | |
But she was yit the fairest creature | |
That ever was y-formed by nature; | |
And Eneas and Achates she grette, | |
And thus she to hem spak, whan she hem mette. | |
"Sawe ye," quod she, "as ye han walked wyde, | |
And of my sustren walke yow besyde, | |
980 | With any wilde boor or other beste |
That they han hunted to, in this foreste, | |
Y-tukked up, with arwes in her cas?" | |
"Nay, soothly, lady," quod this Eneas; | |
"But, by thy beaute, as hit thinketh me, | |
Thou mightest never erthely womman be, | |
But Phebus suster artow, as I gesse. | |
And, if so be that thou be a goddesse, | |
Have mercy on our labour and our wo." | |
"I nam no goddes, soothly," quod she tho; | |
990 | "For maidens walken in this contree here, |
With arwes and with bowe, I this manere. | |
This is the regne of Libie, ther ye been, | |
Of which that Dido lady is and queen" -- | |
And shortly tolde him al the occasioun | |
Why Dido com into that regioun, | |
Of which as now me lusteth nat to ryme; | |
Hit nedeth nat; hit nere but los of tyme. | |
For this is al and som, it was Venus, | |
His owne moder, that spak with him thus; | |
1000 | And to Cartage she bad he sholde him dighte, |
And vanished anoon out o fhis sighte. | |
I coude folwe, word for word, Virgyle, | |
But it wolde lasten al to longe a whyle. | |
This noble queen, that cleped was Dido, | |
That whylom was the wyf of Sitheo, | |
That fairer was then is the brighte sonne, | |
This noble toun of Cartage hath begonne; | |
In which she regneth in so greet honour, | |
That she was holde of alle quenes flour, | |
1010 | Of gentilesse, of freedom, of beautee; |
That wel was him that mighte her ones see; | |
Of kinges and of lordes so desyred, | |
That al the world her beaute hadde y-fyred; | |
She stood so wel in every wightes grace. | |
Whan Eneas was come un-to that place, | |
Unto the maister-temple of al the toun | |
Ther Dido was in her devocioun, | |
Ful prively his wey than hath he nome. | |
Whan he was in the large temple come, | |
1020 | I can nat seyn if that hit be possible, |
But Venus hadde him maked invisible -- | |
Thus seith the book, with-outen any lees. | |
And whan this Eneas and Achates | |
Hadden in this temple been over-al, | |
Than founde they, depeynted on a wal, | |
How Troye and al the lond destroyed was. | |
"Allas! that I was born," quod Eneas, | |
"Through-out the world our shame is kid so wyde, | |
Now it is peynted upon every side! | |
1030 | We, that weren in prosperitee, |
Be now disslaudred, and in swich degre, | |
No lenger for to liven I ne kepe!" | |
And, with that worde, he brast out for to wepe | |
So tenderly, that routhe hit was to sene. | |
This fresshe lady, of the citee quene, | |
Stood in the temple, in her estat royal, | |
So richely, and eek so fair with-al, | |
So yong, so lusty, with her eyen glade, | |
That, if that god, that heven and erthe made, | |
1040 | Wolde han a love, for beaute and goodnesse, |
And womanhod, and trouthe, and seemlinesse, | |
Whom sholde he loven but this lady swete? | |
There nis no womman to him half so mete. | |
Fortune, that hath the world in governaunce, | |
Hath sodeinly broght in so newe a chaunce, | |
That never was ther yit so fremd a cas. | |
For al the companye of Eneas, | |
Which that he wende han loren in the see, | |
Aryved is, nat fer fro that citee; | |
1050 | For which, the grettest of his lordes some |
By aventure ben to the citee come, | |
Unto that same temple, for to seke | |
The quene, and of her socour her beseke; | |
Swich renoun was ther spronge of her goodnesse. | |
And, whan they hadden told al hir distresse, | |
And al hir tempest and hir harde cas, | |
Unto the quene appered Eneas, | |
And openly beknew that hit was he. | |
Who hadde Ioye than but his meynee, | |
1060 | That hadden founde hir lord, hir governour? |
The quene saw they dide him swich honour, | |
And had herd ofte of Eneas, er tho, | |
And in her herte she hadde routhe and wo | |
That ever swich a noble man as he | |
Shal been disherited in swich degree; | |
And saw the man, that he was lyk a knight, | |
And suffisaunt of persone and of might, | |
And lyk to been a veray gentil man; | |
And wel his wordes he besette can, | |
1070 | And had a noble visage for the nones, |
And formed wel of braunes and of bones. | |
For, after Venus, hadde he swich fairnesse, | |
That no man might be half so fair, I gesse. | |
And wel a lord he seemed for to be. | |
And, for he was a straunger, somwhat she | |
Lyked him the bet, as, god do bote, | |
To som folk ofte newe thing is swote. | |
Anoon her herte hath pitee of his wo, | |
And, with that pitee, love com in also; | |
1080 | And thus, for pitee and for gentilesse, |
Refressed moste he been of his distresse. | |
She seide, certes, that she sory was | |
That he hath had swich peril and swich cas; | |
And, in her frendly speche, in this manere | |
She to him spak, and seide as ye may here. | |
"Be ye nat Venus sone and Anchises? | |
In good feith, al the worship and encrees | |
That I may goodly doon yow, ye shul have. | |
Your shippes and your meynee shal I save;" | |
1090 | And many a gentil word she spak him to; |
And comaunded her messageres go | |
The same day, with-outen any faile, | |
His shippes for to seke, and hem vitaile. | |
She many a beste to the shippes sente, | |
And with the wyn she gan hem to presente; | |
And to her royal paleys she her spedde, | |
And Eneas alwey with her she ledde. | |
What nedeth yow the feste to descryve? | |
He never beter at ese was his lyve. | |
1100 | Ful was the feste of deyntees and richesse, |
Of instruments, of song, and of gladnesse, | |
And many an amorous loking and devys. | |
This Eneas is come to Paradys | |
Out of the swolow of helle, and thus in Ioye | |
Remembreth him of his estat in Troye. | |
To dauncing-chambres ful of parements, | |
Of riche beddes, and of ornaments, | |
This Eneas is lad, after the mete. | |
And with the quene whan that he had sete, | |
1110 | And spyces parted, and the wyn agoon, |
Unto his chambres was he lad anoon | |
To take his ese and for to have his reste, | |
With al his folk, to doon what so hem leste. | |
Ther nas coursere wel y-brydled noon, | |
Ne stede, for the Iusting wel to goon, | |
Ne large palfrey, esy for the nones, | |
Ne Iuwel, fretted ful of riche stones, | |
Ne sakkes ful of gold, of large wighte, | |
Ne ruby noon, that shynede by nighte, | |
1120 | Ne gentil hautein faucon heronere, |
Ne hound, for hert or wilde boor or dere, | |
Ne coupe of gold, with florins newe y-bete, | |
That in the lond of Libie may be gete, | |
That Dido ne hath hit Eneas y-sent; | |
And al is payed, what that he hath spent. | |
Thus can this [noble] quene her gestes calle, | |
As she that can in freedom passen alle. | |
Eneas sothly eek, with-outen lees, | |
Hath sent un-to his shippe, by Achates, | |
1130 | After his sone, and after riche thinges, |
Both ceptre, clothes, broches, and eek ringes, | |
Som for to were, and som for to presente | |
To her, that all thise noble thinges him sente; | |
And bad his sone, how that he sholde make | |
The presenting, and to the quene hit take. | |
Repaired is this Achates again, | |
And Eneas ful blisful is and fain | |
To seen his yonge sone Ascanius. | |
But natheles, our autour telleth us, | |
1140 | That Cupido, that is the god of love, |
At preyere of his moder, hye above, | |
Hadde the lyknes of the child y-take, | |
This noble quene enamoured to make | |
On Eneas; but, as of that scripture, | |
Be as be may, I make of hit no cure. | |
But sooth is this, the quene hath mad swich chere | |
Un-to this child, that wonder is to here; | |
And of the present that his fader sente | |
She thanked him ful ofte, in good entente. | |
1150 | Thus is this quene in plesaunce and in Ioye, |
With al this newe lusty folk of Troye. | |
And of the dedes hath she more enquered | |
Of Eneas, and al the story lered | |
Of Troye; and al the longe day they tweye | |
Entendeden to speken and to pleye; | |
Of which ther gan to breden swich a fyr, | |
That sely Dido hath now swich desyr | |
With Eneas, her newe gest, to dele, | |
That she hath lost her hewe, and eek her hele. | |
1160 | Now to theffect, now to the fruit of al, |
Why I have told this story, and tellen shal. | |
Thus I beginne; hit fil, upon a night, | |
When that the mone up-reysed had her light, | |
This noble quene un-to her reste wente; | |
She syketh sore, and gan her-self turmente. | |
She waketh, walweth, maketh many a brayd, | |
As doon thise loveres, as I have herd sayd. | |
And at the laste, unto her suster Anne | |
She made her moon, and right thus spak she thanne. | |
1170 | "Now, dere suster myn, what may hit be |
That me agasteth in my dreme?" quod she. | |
"This ilke Troyan is so in my thoght, | |
For that me thinketh he is so wel y-wroght, | |
And eek so lykly for to be a man, | |
And therwithal so mikel good he can, | |
That al my love and lyf lyth in his cure. | |
Have ye not herd him telle his aventure? | |
Now certes, Anne, if that ye rede hit me, | |
I wolde fain to him y-wedded be; | |
1180 | This is theffect; what sholde I more seye? |
In him lyth al, to do me live or deye." | |
Her suster Anne, as she that coude her good, | |
Seide as her thoughte, and somdel hit with-stood. | |
But her-of was so long a sermoning, | |
Hit were to long to make rehersing; | |
But fynally, hit may not been with-stonde; | |
Love wol love -- for no wight wol hit wonde. | |
The dawning up-rist out of the see; | |
This amorous quene chargeth her meynee | |
1190 | The nettes dresse, and speres brode and kene; |
An hunting wol this lusty fresshe quene; | |
So priketh her this newe Ioly wo. | |
To hors is al her lusty folk y-go; | |
Un-to the court the houndes been y-broght, | |
And up-on coursers, swift as any thoght, | |
Her yonge knightes hoven al aboute, | |
And of her wommen eek an huge route. | |
Up-on a thikke palfrey, paper-whyt, | |
With sadel rede, enbrouded with delyt, | |
1200 | Of gold the barres up-enbossed hye, |
Sit Dido, al in gold and perre wrye; | |
And she is fair, as is the brighte morwe, | |
That heleth seke folk of nightes sorwe. | |
Upon a courser, startling as the fyr, | |
Men mighte turne him with a litel wyr, | |
Sit Eneas, lyk Phebus to devyse; | |
So was he fresshe arayed in his wyse. | |
The fomy brydel with the bit of gold | |
Governeth he, right as him-self hath wold. | |
1210 | And forth this noble guene thus lat I ryde |
An hunting, with this Troyan by her syde. | |
The herd of hertes founden is anoon, | |
With "hey! go bet! prik thou! lat goon, lat goon! | |
Why nil the leoun comen of the bere, | |
That I mighte ones mete him with this spere?" | |
Thus seyn thise yonge folk, and up they kille | |
These hertes wilde, and han hem at hir wille. | |
Among al this to-romblen gan the heven, | |
The thunder roret with a grisly steven; | |
1220 | Doun com the rain, with hail and sleet so faste, |
With hevenes fyr, that hit so sore agaste | |
This noble quene, and also her meynee, | |
That ech of hem was glad a-wey to flee. | |
And shortly, for the tempest her to save, | |
She fledde her-self into a litel cave, | |
And with her wente this Eneas al-so; | |
I noot, with hem if ther wente any mo; | |
The autour maketh of hit no mencioun. | |
And heer began the depe affeccioun | |
1230 | Betwix hem two; this was the firste morwe |
Of her gladnesse, and ginning of her sorwe. | |
For ther hath Eneas y-kneled so, | |
And told her al his herte, and al his wo, | |
And sworn so depe, to her to be trewe, | |
For wele or wo, and chaunge for no newe, | |
And as a fals lover so wel can pleyne, | |
That sely Dido rewed on his peyne, | |
And took him for husband, [to been] his wyf | |
For ever-mo, whyl that hem laste lyf, | |
1240 | And after this, whan that the tempest stente, |
With mirth out as they comen, hoom they wente. | |
The wikked fame up roos, and that anon, | |
How Eneas hath with the queen y-gon | |
In-to the cave; and demed as hem liste; | |
And whan the king, that Yarbas hight, hit wiste, | |
As he that had her loved ever his lyf, | |
And wowed her, to have her to his wyf, | |
Swich sorwe as he hath, maked, and swich chere, | |
Hit is a routhe and pitee for to here. | |
1250 | But, as in love, al-day hit happeth so, |
That oon shal laughen at anothers wo; | |
Now laugheth Eneas, and is in Ioye | |
And more richesse than ever he was in Troye. | |
O sely womman, ful of innocence, | |
Ful of pitee, of trouthe, and conscience, | |
What maked yow to men to trusten so? | |
Have ye swich routhe upon hir feined wo, | |
And han swich olde ensamples yow beforn? | |
See ye nat alle, how they been for-sworn? | |
1260 | Wher see ye oon, that he ne hath laft his leef, |
Or been unkinde, or doon her som mischeef, | |
Or pilled her, or bosted of his dede? | |
Ye may as wel hit seen, as ye may rede; | |
Tak heed now of this grete gentil-man, | |
This Troyan, that so wel her plesen can, | |
That feineth him so trewe and obeising, | |
So gentil and so privy of his doing, | |
And can so wel doon alle his obeisaunces, | |
And waiten her at festes and at daunces, | |
1270 | And whan she goth to temple and hoom ageyn, |
And fasten til he hath his lady seyn, | |
And bere in his devyses, for her sake, | |
Noot I nat what; and songes wolde he make, | |
Iusten, and doon of armes many thinges, | |
Sende her lettres, tokens, broches, ringes -- | |
Now herkneth, how he shal his lady serve! | |
Ther-as he was in peril for to sterve | |
For hunger, and for mischeef in the see, | |
And desolat, and fled from his contree, | |
1280 | And al his folk with tempest al to-driven, |
She hath her body and eek her reame yiven | |
In-to his hond, ther-as she mighte have been | |
Of other lond than of Cartage a queen, | |
And lived in Ioye y-nogh; what wolde ye more? | |
This Eneas, that hath so depe y-swore, | |
Is wery of his craft with-in a throwe; | |
The hote ernest is al over-blowe. | |
And prively he doth his shippes dighte, | |
And shapeth him to stele a-wey by nighte. | |
1290 | This Dido hath suspecioun of this, |
And thoughte wel, that hit was al a-mis; | |
For in his bedde he lyth a-night and syketh; | |
She asketh him anoon, what him mislyketh -- | |
"My dere herte, which that I love most?" | |
"Certes," quod he, "this night my fadres gost | |
Hath in my sleep so sore me tormented, | |
And eek Mercurie his message hath presented, | |
That nedes to the conquest of Itaile | |
My destinee is sone for to saile; | |
1300 | For which, me thinketh, brosten is myn herte!" |
Ther-with his false teres out they sterte; | |
And taketh her with-in his armes two. | |
"Is that in ernest," quod she; "wil ye so? | |
Have ye nat sworn to wyve me to take, | |
Alas! what womman wil ye of me make? | |
I am a gentil-woman and a queen, | |
Ye wil nat fro your wyf thus foule fleen? | |
That I was born! allas! what shal I do?" | |
To telle in short, this noble queen Dido, | |
1310 | She seketh halwes, and doth sacrifyse; |
She kneleth, cryeth, that routhe is to devyse; | |
Coniureth him, and profreth him to be | |
His thral, his servant in the leste gree; | |
She falleth him to fote, and swowneth there | |
Dischevele, with her brighte gilte here, | |
And seith, "have mercy! let me with yow ryde! | |
Thise lordes, which that wonen me besyde | |
Wil me destroyen only for your sake. | |
And, so ye wil me now to wyve take, | |
1320 | As ye han sworn, than wol I yive yow leve |
To sleen me with your swerd now sone at eve! | |
For than yit shal I dyen as your wyf. | |
I am with childe, and yive my child his lyf. | |
Mercy, lord! have pite in your thoght!" | |
But al this thing availeth her right noght; | |
For on a night, slepinge, he let her lye, | |
And stal a-wey un-to his companye, | |
And, as a traitour, forth he gan to saile | |
Toward the large contree of Itaile. | |
1330 | Thus hath he laft Dido in wo and pyne; |
And wedded ther a lady hight Lavyne. | |
A cloth he lafte, and eek his swerd stonding, | |
Whan he fro Dido stal in her sleping, | |
Right at her beddes heed, so gan he hye | |
Whan that he stal a-wey to his navye; | |
Which cloth, whan sely Dido gan awake, | |
She hath hit kist ful ofte for his sake; | |
And seide, "O cloth, whyl Iupiter hit leste, | |
Tak now my soule, unbind me of this unreste! | |
1340 | I have fulfild of fortune al the cours." |
And thus, allas! with-outen his socours, | |
Twenty tyme y-swowned hath she thanne. | |
And, whan that she un-to her suster Anne | |
Compleyned had, of which I may nat wryte -- | |
So greet a routhe I have hit for tendyte -- | |
And bad her norice and her suster goon | |
To fecchen fyr and other thing anoon, | |
And seide, that she wolde sacrifye. | |
And, whan she mighte her tyme wel espye, | |
1350 | Up-on the fyr of sacrifys she sterte, |
And with his swerd she roof her to the herte. | |
But, as myn autour seith, right thus she seyde; | |
Or she was hurt, before that she deyde, | |
She wroot a lettre anoon, that thus began: -- | |
"Right so," quod she, "as that the whyte swan | |
Ayeins his deeth beginneth for to singe, | |
Right so to yow make I my compleyninge. | |
Nat that I trowe to geten yow again, | |
For wel I woot that it is al in vain, | |
1360 | Sin that the goddes been contraire to me. |
But sin my name is lost through yow," quod she, | |
"I may wel lese a word on yow, or letter, | |
Al-be-it that I shal be never the better; | |
For thilke wind that blew your ship a-wey, | |
The same wind hath blowe a-wey your fey," -- | |
But who wol al this letter have in minde, | |
Rede Ovide, and in him he shal hit finde. | |
Explicit Legenda Didonis martiris, Cartaginis regine. |