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Thise been the cokkes wordes, and nat And stonden on his 'tiptoon 13 therwithal, myne;

445 And strecche forth his nekke long and smal. I can noon harm of no womman divyne. And eek he was of swich discrecioun,

Faire in the sond, to bathe hir merily, | That ther nas no man in no regioun Lyth Pertelote, and alle hir sustres by, That him in song or wisdom mighte passe. Agayn the sonne; and Chauntecleer so I have weel rad in daun Burnel the Asse, free

Among his vers, how that ther was a cok, Song merier than the mermayde in the For that a preestes sone yaf him a knok see;

Upon his leg, whyl he was yong and nyce, For Phisiologus seith sikerly,


He made him for to lese14 his benefyce. 496 How that they singen wel and merily. But certeyn, ther nis no comparisoun And so bifel, that as he caste his yë,

Bitwix the wisdom and discrecioun Among the wortes, on a boterflye,

Of youre fader, and of his subtiltee. He was war of this fox that lay ful lowe.455 Now singeth, sire, for seintel5 charitee, 500 No-thing ne liste him thanne for to crowe, Let see, conne ye your fader countreBut cryde anon, “cok, cok," and up he sterte,

This Chauntecleer his winges gan to bete,"? As man that was affrayed in his herte. As man that coude his tresoun nat espye, For naturelly a beest desyreth flee

So was he ravisshed with his flaterye.
Fro his contrarie, if he may it see,

Allas! ye lordes, many a fals flatour185

°505 Though he never erst* had seyn it with his Is in your courtes, and many a losenyë.

geour, This Chauntecleer, whan he gan him That plesen yow wel more, by my feith, espye,

Than he that soothfastnesse20 unto yow He wolde han fled, but that the fox anon seith. Seyde, “Gentil sire, allas! wher wol ye Redeth Ecclesiaste of flaterye; gon?

Beth21 war,22 ye lordes, of hir trecherye.510 Be ye affrayed of me that am your freend? This Chauntecleer stood hye up-on his Now certes, I were worse than a feend, 466 toos, If I to yow wolde harm or vileinye. Strecching his nekke, and heeld his eyen I am nat come your counseiló for tespye;6 cloos, But trewely, the cause of my cominge And gan to crowe loude for the nones; Was only for to herkne how that ye singe. And daun Russel the fox sterte up at For trewely ye have as mery a stevene," 471 ones, As eny aungel hath, that is in hevene; And by the gargat24 hente25 Chauntecleer, Therwith ye han in musik more felinge And on his bak toward the wode him Than hadde Boece, or any that can singe.

516 My lord your fader (god his soule blesse!) For yet ne was ther no man that him And eek your moder, of hir gentilesse, 476 Han in myn hous y-been, to my gret ese, O destinee, that mayst nat ben eschewed:28 And certes, sire, ful fayn wolde I yow plese. Allas, that Chauntecleer fleigh fro the But for men speke of singing, I wol saye, bemes! So mote I brouke® wel myn eyen10 tweye,480 Allas, his wyf ne roghte9 nat of dremes! 520 Save yow, I herde never man so singe, And on a Friday fil al this meschaunce. As dide your fader in the morweninge; O Venus, that art goddesse of plesaunce, Certes, it was of herte, al that he song. Sin that thy servant was this Chauntecleer, And for to make his


the more strong, And in thy service dide al his poweer, He wolde so peyne him," that with both More for delyt, than world to multiplye, his yën 10

485 Why woldestow31 suffre him on thy day to He moste2 winke, so loude he wolde dye?



sewed. 27

30 19

526 cryen,

18 tip-toes.

16 imitate. i declare.

3 herbs.
to spy out.
8 pleasure.

26 seized. have the use of 11 take such pains. 12 needed to.

30 delight.

16 boly.

17 Aap. 21 be.

? sand.

4 before.


7 voice.
10 eyes.

14 lose.
19 deceiver.
23 at once.
27 followed.

18 flatterer.
92 wary.
26 bore.
29 cared.

2 truth.
24 throat.
28 avoided.
31 wouldst thou.


pouped, 23

O Gaufred, dere mayster soverayn,

Ran cow and calf, and eek the verray That, whan thy worthy king Richard was hogges,

565 slayn

So were they fered forl5 berking of the With shot, compleynedest his deth so sore, dogges Why ne hadde Il now thy sentence and And shouting of the men and wimmen eke, thy lore, 3

530 They ronne so, hem thoughte hir herte The Friday for to chide, as diden ye?

breke. (For on a Friday soothly slayn was he.) They yelleden as feendes doon 16 in helle; Than wolde I shewe yow how that I coude The dokes cryden as!? men wolde hem pleyne


570 For Chauntecleres drede, and for his The gees for fere flowen over the trees; peyne.

Out of the hyve cam the swarm of bees; Certes, swich' cry ne lamentacioun 535 So hidous was the noyse, a! benedicite! Was never of ladies maad, whan Ilioun Certes, he lakke Straw, and his meynee, Was wonne, and Pirrus with his streites Ne maden20 never shoutes half so shrille, swerd,

Whan that they wolden any Fleming kille, Whan he hadde hento king Priam by the As thilke day was maad upon

the fox.

577 berd,

Of bras thay broghten bemes, 21 and of And slayn him (as saith us Eneydos), As maden alle the hennes in the clos, 10 540 Of horn, of boon, in whiche they blewe and Whan they had seyn of Chauntecleer the sighte.

And therwithal they shryked and they But sovereynly dame Pertelote shrighte,


580 Ful louder than dide Hasdrubales wyf, It semed as that heven sholde falle. Whan that hir housbond hadde lost his lyf, Now, gode men, I pray yow herkneth And that the Romayns hadde brendii alle! Cartage.


Lo, how fortune turneth sodeinly She was so ful of torment and of rage, The hope and pryde eek of hir enemy! That wilfully into the fyr she sterte, This cok, that lay upon the foxes bak, 585 And brende hir-selven with a stedfast In al his drede, un-to the fox he spak, herte.

And seyde, “sire, if that I were as ye, O woful hennes, right so cryden ye, Yet sholde I seyn (as wis25 god helpe me), As, whan that Nero brende the citee

550 * Turneth agayn, ye proude cherles alle! Of Rome, cryden senatoures wyves,

A verray pestilence up-on yow falle!

590 For that hir housbondes losten alle hir Now am I come un-to this wodes syde, lyves;

Maugree your heed,26 the cok shal heer Withouten gilt this Nero hath hem slayn. abyde; Now wol I torne to my tale agayn.

I wol him ete in feith, and that anon.' This sely13 widwe, and eek hir doghtres The fox answerde, "in feith, it shal be two,


don," Herden thise hennes crye and maken wo, And as he spak that word, al sodeinly

595 And out at dores sterten thay anoon,

This cok brak27 from his mouth deliverly, And syen14 the fox toward the grove goon, And heighe29 up-on a tree he fleigh anon. And bar upon his bak the cok away; 559 And whan the fox saugh that he was And cryden, “Out! harrow! and weylaway! y-gon, Ha, ha, the fox!” and after him they ran, 'Allas!" quod he, "O Chauntecleer, allas! And eek with staves many another man; I have to yow," quod he, “y-doon trespas, Ran Colle our dogge, and Talbot, and In-as-muche as I maked yow aferd, боr Gerland,

Whan I yow hente, and broghte out of the And Malkin, with a distaf in hir hand;



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16 do.

1 had I not.
* lament.
7 such.
10 enclosure.
18 simple.

2 learning.
6 fear.
8 drawn.
11 burned.

3 knowledge.
* grief.
• seized.
13 leaped.

15 frightened by.

17 as if. 18 kill.

19 company: did not make.

21 trumpets.

22 box-wood. 23 puffed.

24 whooped.

25 surely. * in spite of your head; in spite of all you can do. 27 broke.

zs nimbly.

14 saw.

> high.











But, sire, I dide it in no wikkel entente; Hem thoughtel8 Iewes rente him noght Com doun, and I shal telle yow what I ynough; mente.

And ech of hem at otheres sinne lough. I shal seye sooth to yow, god help me so.' And right anon than comen tombesteres!! “Nay than," quod he, “I shrewe us bothe Fetys20 and smale, and yonge fruytesteres, two,

606 Singers with harpes (eek, and wafereres, And first I shrewe my-self, bothe blood and whiche been the verray develes officeres bones,

To kindle and blowe the fyr of [luxurye), If thou bigyle me ofter than ones.

That is annexed un-to glotonye; Thou shalt namore, thurgh thy flaterye The holy writ take I to my witnesse, Do me to singe and winke with myn That luxurie is in wyn and dronkenesse. yë.

610 For he that winketh, whan he sholde see, Al wilfully, god lat him never thee!”:4

Herodes (who so wel the stories soughte) “Nay,” quod the fox, “but god yeve him Whan he of wyn was replet at his feste, 161 meschaunce,

Ryght at his owene table he yaf his heste 23 That is so undiscreet of governaunce,? To sleen the Baptist John ful giltelees. That ianglethwhan he sholde holde his Senek24 seith eek a good word doutelees; pees.


He seith, he can no difference finde Lo, swich it is for to be recchelees, Bitwix a man that is out of his minde And necligent, and truste on flaterye. And a man which that is dronkelewe,25 But ye that holden this tale a folye, 10 But that woodnesse, 26 yfallen in a shrewe, 27 As of a fox, or of a cok and hen,

Persevereth lenger than doth dronkenTaketh the moralitee, good men. For seint Paul seith, that al that writen is, Oglotonye, ful of cursednesse, Toll our doctrynel2 it is y-write, y-wis. O cause first of our confusioun, Taketh the fruyt, and lat the chaf be stille. O original of our dampnacioun,

Now, gode god, if that it be thy wille, Til Crist had boght us with his blood As seith my lord, so make us alle good men; agayn! And bringe us to his heighe blisse. Amen. Lo, how dere, shortly for to sayn,

Aboght28 was thilke cursed vileinye; 175 THE PARDONER'S TALE

Corrupt was al this world for glotonye!

Adam our fader, and his wyf also, Heere bigynneth the Pardoners Tale

Fro Paradys to labour and to wo

Were driven for that vyce, it is no drede;29 In Flaundres whylom was a companye For whyl that Adam fasted, as I rede, 180 Of yonge folk, that haunteden 13 folye, 136 He was in Paradys; and whan that he As ryot, hasard,14 stewes, 15 and tavernes, Eet of the fruyt defended 30 on the tree, Wher-as, with harpes, lutes, and giternes, 16 Anon he was out-cast to wo and peyne. They daunce and pleye at dees bothe day O glotonye, on thee wel oghte us pleyne!31 and night,

O, wiste a man how many maladyes And ete also and drinken over hir might, Folwen of excesse and of glotonyes, Thurgh which they doon the devel He wolde been the more mesurable32 sacrifyse

Of his diete, sittinge at his table. With-in that develes temple, in cursed | Allas! the shorte throte, the tendre mouth, wyse,

Maketh that, Est and West, and North By superfluitee abhominable;

and South,

190 Hir othes been so gret and so dampnable, In erthe, in eir, in water men to-swinke33 That it is grisly for to here hem swere; 145 To gete a glotoun deyntee mete and Our blissed lordes body they to-tere;





I wicked.

I make me.


18 it seemed to them.
91 fruit sellers.
24 Seneca.
27 wretch 23 bought.
31 complain.

19 dancing girls. 20 graceful.
23 confectioners. 23 command.
25 a drunkard. 26 madness.
29 without doubt. 30 forbidden.
32 temperate.

give. careless. 13 teaching is brotbels.

? curse.
& bad luck
10 silly thing.
13 practised.
16 guitars.

? self-control. 8 prattles.

11 for
14 gambling.
17 tear in pieces.

33 labor hard.








Of this matere, O Paul, wel canstow trete, Of mannes wit and his discrecioun. “Mete un-to wombe,' and wombe eek In whom that drinke hath dominacioun, un-to mete,

He can no conseil kepe, it is no drede. Shal god destroyen bothe," as Paulus Now kepe yow fro the whyte and fro the seith.

195 rede, Allas! a foul thing is it, by my feith, And namely fro the whyte wyn of Lepe,235 To seye this word, and fouler is the dede, That is to selle in Fishstrete or in Chepe. Whan man so drinketh of the whyte and This wyn of Spayne crepeth subtilly rede,

In othere wynes, growing faste by, That of his throte he maketh his privee, of which ther ryseth swich fumositee, Thurgh thilke cursed superfluitee.

That whan a man hath dronken draughtes The apostel weping seith ful pitously, three,

240 "Ther walken many of whiche yow told And weneth15 that he be at hoom in Chepe, have I,

He is in Spayne, right at the toune of I seye it now weping with pitous voys,

Lepe, That they been enemys of Cristes croys, Nat at the Rochel, ne 'at Burdeux toun; Of whiche the ende is deeth, wombe' is her And thanne wol he seye, “Sampsoun,

205 Sampsoun."

But herkneth, lordings, o word, I yow preye,

245 How gret labour and cost is thee to That alle the sovereyn actes, dar I seye, fynde !3

Of victories in the olde testament, Thise cokes, how they stampe, and Thurgh verray16 god, that is omnipotent, streyne," and grinde,

Were doon in abstinence and in preyere; And turnen substaunce in-to accident, Loketh the Bible, and ther ye may it lere. To fulfille al thy likerous talent !

Loke, Attila, the grete conquerour, 251 Out of the harde bones knokke they Deyde"? in his sleep, with shame and disThe mary," for they caste noght a-wey

honour, That may go thurgh the golet softe and Bledinge ay at his nose in dronkenesse; swote;8


A capitayn shoulde live in sobernesse. Of spicerye, of leef, and bark, and rote And over al this, avyseth yow18 right wel 255 Shal been his sauce ymaked by delyt, What was comaunded un-to Lamuel To make him yet a newer appetyt.

Nat Samuel, but Lamuel, seye IBut certes, he that haunteth swich | Redeth the Bible, and finde it expresly delyces 10

Of wyn-yeving to hem that han Iustyse; Is deed, whyl that he liveth in tho vyces. Namore of this, for it may wel suffyse. 260 cursed] thing is wyn, and dronken- And now that I have spoke of glotonye,

Now wol I yow defenden20 hasardrye. 21 Is ful of stryvingll and of wrecchednesse. Hasard is verray moder of lesinges, 22 O dronke man, disfigured is thy face, And of deceite, and cursed forsweringes, Sour is thy breeth, foul artow to embrace, Blaspheme of Crist, manslaughtre, and And thurgh thy dronke nose semeth the wast24 also

265 soun


Of catel25 and of tyme; and forthermo, As though thou seydest ay “Sampsoun, It is repreve26 and contrarie of honour Sampsoun,

For to ben holde27 a commune hasardour. And yet, god wot, Sampsoun drank never And ever the hyer he is of estaat, no wyn.

The more is he holden desolaat.? 270 Thou fallest, as it were a stiked swyn; If that a prince useth hasardrye, Thy tonge is lost, and althyn honest In alle governaunce and policye cure;)

He is, as by commune opinoun, For dronkenesse is verray sepulture 230

Yholde the lasse in reputacioun. 1 belly.







14 confusing fumes. 6 dainty. 6 appetite.

8 sweetly.

18 consider.
19 giving.

forbid. 10 pleasures.

21 gambling.

2a perjury. 13 care for honorable reputation.

25 a reproach.

* shunned.

? cross.

15 thinks.

16 the true.

3 maintain.
7 marrow.
11 strife.

17 died.

9 root.

12 sound.

22 lies.

24 waste.

25 wealth,

27 known as.

my tale.

Stilbon, that was a wys embassadour,275 How that the second heste of god is that. Was sent to Corinthe, in ful greet honour, And forther over, I wol thee telle al plat, 11 Fro Lacidomie, to make hir alliaunce. That vengeance shal nat parten" from his And whan he cam, him happede, par hous,

321 chaunce,

That of his othes is to outrageous. That alle the grettest that were of that “By goddes precious herte, and by his lond,

nayles, Pleyinge atte hasard he hem fond. 280 And by the blode of Crist, that it is in For which, as sone as it mighte be,

Hayles, He stal' him hoom' agayn to his contree, Seven is my chaunce, and thyn is cink13 And seyde, "Ther wol I nat lese my and treye;14

325 name;

By goddes armes, if thou falsly pleye, Ne I wol nat take on me so greet defame,3 This dagger shal thurgh-out thyn herte Yow for to allye un-to none hasardours. 285

go”Sendeth othere wyse embassadours; This fruyt cometh of the bicched15 bones For, by my trouthe, me were lever dye, two, Than I yow sholde to hasardours allye. Forswering, ire, falsnesse, homicyde. For ye that been so glorious in honours Now, for the love of Crist that for us dyde, Shul nat allyen yow with hasardours

290 Leveth your othes, bothe grete and smale; As by my wil, ne as by my tretee.”

But, sirs, now wol I telle forth

332 This wyse philosophre thus seyde he.

Thise ryotoures three, of whiche I telle, Loke eek that to the king Demetrius Longe erst er pryme16 rong of any belle, The king of Parthes, as the book seith Were set hem in a taverne for to drinke; 335 us,

And as they satte, they herde a belle clinke Sente him a paire of dees of gold in scorn, Biforn a cors, was caried to his grave; For he hadde used hasard ther-biforn; 296 That oon of hem gan callen to his knave, For which he heeld his glorie or his renoun “Go bet,''17 quod he, "and axe redily, At no value or reputacioun.

What cors is this that passeth heer forby; Lordes may fynden other maner pley And look that thou reporte his name Honeste ynough to dryve the day awey. 300


341 Now wol I speke of othes false and grete “Sir," quod this boy, "it nedeth A word or two, as olde bokes trete.

neveradel. 18 Gret swering is a thing abhominable, It was me told, er ye cam heer, two houres; And fals swering is yet more reprevable. He was, pardee, an old felawel of youres; The heighe god forbad swering at al, 305

And sodeynly he was yslayn to-night, 345 Witnesse on Mathew; but in special


as he sat on his bench Of swering seith the holy Ieremye,

upright; “Thou shalt seye soothê thyn othes, and Ther cam a privee theef, men clepetha1 nat lye,

Deeth, And swere in dome, and eek in right. That in this contree al the peple sleeth, wisnesse;'

And with his spere he smoot his herte But ydel swering is a cursednesse. 310 atwo,

349 Bihold and see, that in the firste table And wente his wey with-outen wordes mo. Of heighe goddes hestes8 honurable,

He hath a thousand slayn this pestilence: How that the seconde heste of him is And, maister, er ye come in his presence, this

Me thinketh that it were necessarie "Tak nat my name in ydelo or amis.” For to be war of swich an adversarie: Lo, rather he forbedeth swich swering 315 Beth redy for to mete him evermore. 355 Than homicyde or many a cursed thing; Thus taughte me my dame, I sey namore. I seye that, as by ordre, thus it stondeth; “By seinte Marie,” seyde this taverner, This knowen, that 10 his hestes under- “The child seith sooth,22 for he hath slayn


stondeth, I returned. a lose. : dishonor. 'I would rather. 11 plainly.

12 depart. 13 five.

15 cursed. . dice. 6 truthfully, * judgment.

17 quickly. 18 there is no need of it. & commandments. in vain.

19 companion.

this yeer,

14 three.

16 nine o'clock A. M.

20 dead drunk.

10 those who.

21 name.

22 truth.

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