The Legend of Good Women/The Legend of Lucretia
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The Legend of Lucretia
[edit]1680 | Now moot I seyn the exiling of kinges |
Of Rome, for hir horrible doinges, | |
And of the laste king Tarquinius, | |
As saith Ovyde and Titus Livius. | |
But for that cause telle I nat this storie, | |
But for to preise and drawen to memorie | |
The verray wyf, the verray trewe Lucressel, | |
That, for her wyfhood and her stedfastnesse, | |
Nat only that thise payens her comende, | |
But he, that cleped is in our legende | |
1690 | The grete Austin, hath greet compassioun |
Of this Lucresse, that starf at Rome toun; | |
And it what wyse, I wol but shortly trete, | |
And of this thing I touche but the grete. | |
Whan Ardea beseged was aboute | |
With Romains, that ful sterne were and stoute, | |
Ful longe lay the sege, and litel wroghte, | |
So that they were half ydel, as hem thoghte; | |
And in his pley Tarquinius the yonge | |
Gan for to iape, for he was light of tonge, | |
1700 | And seyde, that "it was an ydel lyf; |
No man did ther no more that his wyf; | |
And lat us speke of wyves, that is best; | |
Praise every man his owne, as him lest, | |
And with our speche lat us ese our herte." | |
A knight, that highte Colatyne, up sterte, | |
And seyde thus, "nay, for hit is no nede | |
To trowen on the word, but on the dede. | |
I have a wyf," quod he, "that, as I trowe, | |
Is holden good of alle that ever her knowe; | |
1710 | Go we to-night to Rome, and we shul see." |
Tarquinius answerde, "that lyketh me." | |
To Rome be they come, and faste hem dighte | |
To Colatynes hous, and doun they lighte, | |
Tarquinius, and eek this Colatyne. | |
The husbond knew the estres wel and fyne, | |
And privly into the hous they goon; | |
Nor at the gate porter was ther noon; | |
And at the chambre-dore they abyde. | |
This noble wyf sat by her beddes syde | |
1720 | Dischevele, for no malice she ne thoghte; |
And softe wolle our book seith that she wroghte | |
To kepen her fro slouthe and ydelnesse; | |
And bad her servants doon hir businesse, | |
And axeth hem, "what tydings heren ye? | |
How seith men of the sege, how shal hit be? | |
God wolde the walles weren falle adoun; | |
Myn husbond is so longe out of this toun, | |
For which the dreed doth me so sore smerte, | |
Right as a swerd hit stingeth to myn herte | |
1730 | What I think on the sege or of that place; |
God save my lord, I preye him for his grace:" -- | |
And ther-with-al ful tenderly she weep, | |
And of her werk she took no more keep, | |
But mekely she leet her eyen falle; | |
And thilke semblant sat her wel with-alle. | |
And eek her teres, ful of honestee, | |
Embelisshed her wyfly chastitee; | |
Her countenaunce is to her herte digne, | |
For they acordeden in dede and signe. | |
1740 | And with that word her husbond Colatyn, |
Or she of him was war, com sterting in, | |
And seide, "dreed thee noght, for I am here!" | |
And she anoon up roos, with blisful chere, | |
And kiste him, as of wyves is the wone. | |
Tarquinius, this proude kinges sone, | |
Conceived hath her beautee and her chere, | |
Her yelow heer, her shap, and manere, | |
Her hew, her wordes that she hath compleynded, | |
And by no crafte her beautee nas nat feyned; | |
1750 | And caughte to this lady swich desyr, |
That in his herte brende as any fyr | |
So woodly, that his wit was al forgeten. | |
For wel, thoghte he, she sholde nat be geten | |
And ay the more that he was in dispair, | |
The more he coveteth and thoghte her fair. | |
His blinde lust was al his covetinge. | |
A-morwe, whan the brid bragan to singe, | |
Unto the sege he comth ful privily, | |
And by himself he walketh sobrely, | |
1760 | Thimage of her recording alwey newe; |
"Thus lay her heer, and thus fresh was her hewe; | |
Thus sat, thus spak, thus span; this was her chere, | |
Thus fair she was, and this was her manere." | |
Al this conceit his herte hath now y-take. | |
And, as the see, with tempest al to-shake, | |
That, after whan the storm is al ago, | |
Yet wol the water quappe a day or two, | |
Right so, thogh that her forme wer absent, | |
The plesaunce of her forme was present; | |
1770 | But natheles, nat plesaunce, but delyt, |
Or an unrightful talent with despyt; | |
"For, maugre her, she shal my lemman be; | |
Hap helpeth hardy man alday," quod he; | |
"What ende that I make, hit shal be so;" | |
And girt him with his swerde, and gan to go; | |
And forth he rit til he to Rome is come, | |
And al aloon his wey than hath he nome. | |
Unto the house of Colatyn ful right. | |
Doun was the sonne, and day hath lost his light; | |
1780 | And in he com un-to privy halke, |
And in the night ful theefly gan he stalke, | |
Whan every night was to his reste broght, | |
Ne no wight had of tresoun swich a thoght. | |
Were hit by window or by other gin, | |
With swerde y-drawe, shortly he comth in | |
Ther as she lay, this noble wyf Lucresse. | |
And, as she wook, her bed she felte presse. | |
"What beste is that," quod she, "that weyeth thus?" | |
"I am the kinges sone, Tarquinius," | |
1790 | Quod he, "but and thou crye, or noise make, |
Or if thou any creature awake, | |
By thilke god that formed man on lyve, | |
This swerd through-out thyn herte shal I ryve." | |
And ther-withal unto her throte he sterte, | |
And sette the point al sharp upon her herte. | |
No word she spak, she hath no might therto. | |
What shal she sayn? her wit is al ago. | |
Right as a wolf that fynt a lomb aloon, | |
To whom shal she compleyne, or make moon? | |
1800 | What! shal she fighte with an hardy knight? |
Wel wot men that a woman hath no might. | |
What! shal she crye, or how shal she asterte | |
That hath her by the throte, with swerde at herte? | |
She axeth grace, and seith al that she can. | |
"Ne wolt thou nat," quod he, this cruel man, | |
"As wisly Iupiter my soule save, | |
As I shal in the stable slee thy knave, | |
And leye him in thy bed, and loude crye, | |
That I thee finde in suche avouterye; | |
1810 | And thus thou shalt be deed, and also lese |
Thy name, for thou shalt non other chese." | |
Thise Romain wyves loveden so hir name | |
At thilke tyme, and dredden so the shame, | |
That, what for fere of slaundre and drede of deeth, | |
She loste bothe at-ones wit and breeth, | |
And in a swough she lay and wex so deed, | |
Men mighte smyten of her arm or heed; | |
She feleth no-thing, neither foul ne fair. | |
Tarquinas, that art a kinges eyr, | |
1820 | And sholdest, as by linage and by right, |
Doon as a lord and as a verray knight, | |
Why hastow doon dispyt to chivalrye? | |
Why hastow doon this lady vilanye? | |
Allas! of thee this was a vileins dede! | |
But now to purpos; in the story I rede, | |
Whan he was goon, al this mischaunce is falle. | |
This lady sente after her frendes alle, | |
Fader, moder, husbond, al y-fere; | |
And al dischevele, with her heres clere, | |
1830 | In habit swich as women used tho |
Unto the burying of her frendes go, | |
She sit in halle with a sorweful sighte. | |
Her frendes axen what her aylen mighte, | |
And who was deed? And she sit ay wepinge, | |
A word for shame ne may she forth out-bringe, | |
Ne upon hem she dorste nat beholde. | |
But atte laste of Tarquiny she hem tolde, | |
This rewful cas, and al this thing horrible. | |
The wo to tellen hit were impossible, | |
1840 | That she and alle her frendes made atones. |
Al hadde folkes hertes been of stones, | |
Hit mighte have maked hem upon her rewe, | |
Her herte was so wyfly and so trewe. | |
She seide, that, for her gilt ne for her blame, | |
He husbond sholde nat have the foule name, | |
That wolde she nat suffre, by no wey. | |
And they answerden alle, upon hir fey, | |
That they foryeve hit her, for hit was right; | |
Hit was no gilt, hit lay nat in her might; | |
1850 | And seiden her ensamples many oon. |
But al for noght; for thus she seide anoon, | |
"Be as be may," quod she, "of forgiving, | |
I wol nat have no forgift for no-thing." | |
But prively she caughte forth a knyf, | |
And therwith-al she rafte her-self her lyf; | |
And as she fel adoun, she caste her look, | |
And of her clothes yit she hede took; | |
For in her falling yit she hadde care | |
Lest that her feet or swiche thing lay bare; | |
1860 | So wel she loved clennesse and eek trouthe. |
Of her had al the toun of Rome routhe, | |
And Brutus by her chaste blode hath swore | |
That Tarquin sholde y-banisht be ther-fore, | |
And al his kin; and let the peple calle, | |
And openly the tale he tolde hem alle, | |
And openly let carie her on a bere | |
Through al the toun, that men may see and here | |
The horrible deed of her oppressioun. | |
Ne never was ther king in Rome toun | |
1870 | Sin thilke day; and she was holden there |
A seint, and ever her day y-halwed dere | |
As in hir lawe: and thus endeth Lucresse, | |
The noble wyf, as Titus bereth witnesse. | |
I tell hit, for she was of love so trewe, | |
Ne in her wille she chaunged for no newe. | |
And for the stable herte, sad and kinde, | |
That in these women men may alday finde; | |
Ther as they caste hir herte, ther hit dwelleth. | |
For wel I wot, that Crist him-selve telleth, | |
1880 | That in Israel, as wyd as is the lond, |
That so gret feith in al the lond he ne fond | |
As in a woman; and this is no lye. | |
And as of men, loketh which tirannye | |
They doon alday; assay hem who so liste, | |
The trewest is ful brotel for to triste. | |
Explicit Legenda Lucrecie Rome, Martiris. |