Henne1 over a myle, with-in a greet village, Both man and womman, child and hyne,2 and page. 360 I trowe his habitacioun be there; By goddes dignitee, er it be night." Togidres han thise three her trouthes plight, I moot go thider as I have to go." "Nay, olde cherl, by god, thou shalt nat so," Seyde this other hasardour anon, "Thou partest nat so lightly, by seint Iohn! Thou spak right now of thilke traitour Deeth, 425 That in this contree alle our frendes sleeth. Have heer my trouthe, as thou art his aspye, 23 24 25 Tel wher he is, or thou shalt it abye,2 By god, and by the holy sacrament! For soothly thou art oon of his assent, 430 To sleen us yonge folk, thou false theef!” "Now, sirs," quod he, "if that yow be so leef26 To finde Deeth, turne up this croked wey, For in that grove I lafte him, by my fey, Under a tree, and ther he wol abyde; 435 Nat for27 your boost 28 he wol him no-thing hyde. Til he cam to that tree, and ther they "Thou knowest wel thou art my sworne founde brother, 480 But mighte this gold be caried fro this That, by my trouthe, I wol thee nat biwreye."13 495 "Now," quod the firste, "thou woost wel we be tweye, And two of us shul strenger be than oon. Look whan that he is set, and right anoon Arys, as though thou woldest with him 2 note of. • quickly. 3 jest. 4 thought. 9 know not. 7 it seems best. 8 fist. 14 agreed. This yongest, which that wente un-to the toun, Ful ofte in herte he rolleth up and doun 510 The beautee of thise florins newe and brighte. "O lord!" quod he, "if so were that I mighte Have al this tresor to my-self allone, Ther is no man that liveth under the trone1 Of god, that sholde live so mery as I!" 515 And atte laste the feend, our enemy, Putte in his thought that he shold poyson beye,2 With which he mighte sleen his felawes tweye; And whan that this was doon, thus spak that oon, "Now lat us sitte and drinke, and make us merie, And afterward we wol his body berie." 555 For why the feend fond him in swich And with that word it happed him, par 585 I yow assoile, by myn heigh power, Yow that wol offre, as clene and eek as cleer As ye were born; and, lo, sirs, thus I preche. And Iesu Crist, that is our soules leche, Tempest thee noght al croked to redresse, Daunte1 thyself, that dauntest otheres dede; And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede. Whan that the soule shal fro the body And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede. 1 That of yelownesse hadde never pere. Now purs, that be to me my lyves light, 15 Sin that ye wole nat been my tresorere; 20 hem50 in heore1 celles, Coveyte not in cuntre52 to cairen53 aboute, For non likerous54 lyflode55 heore licam56 to plese. 30 And summe chosen chaffare57⚫ to cheeven58 As hit semeth to owre siht that suche men thryveth; And summe murthes59 to maken · as munstrals cunne, 60 And get gold with here gle61 giltles I trowe. Bote japers62 and jangelers,63 Iudas chil dren, Founden64 hem fantasyes65 hem maaden, 35 and fooles And habbeth wit at heor wille66 to worchen67 gif hem luste; That68 Poul precheth of hem I dar not preoven69 heere; 20 did. 22 dream. 24 on high. 63 buffoons. 64 feigned. 66 at command. 68 what. 55 diet. 50 amusements. 65 tricks. 67 work if it pleased them. 69 prove, explain. |