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And when the Sompnour heard the Friar gale,*                      *speak

"Lo," quoth this Sompnour, "Godde's armes two,

A friar will intermete* him evermo':                      *interpose <33>

Lo, goode men, a fly and eke a frere

Will fall in ev'ry dish and eke mattere.

What speak'st thou of perambulation?*                        *preamble

What? amble or trot; or peace, or go sit down:

Thou lettest* our disport in this mattere."                *hinderesst

"Yea, wilt thou so, Sir Sompnour?" quoth the Frere;

"Now by my faith I shall, ere that I go,

Tell of a Sompnour such a tale or two,

That all the folk shall laughen in this place."

"Now do, else, Friar, I beshrew* thy face,"                      *curse

Quoth this Sompnour; "and I beshrewe me,

But if* I telle tales two or three                              *unless

Of friars, ere I come to Sittingbourne,

That I shall make thine hearte for to mourn:

For well I wot thy patience is gone."

Our Hoste cried, "Peace, and that anon;" And saide,

"Let the woman tell her tale.

Ye fare* as folk that drunken be of ale.                        *behave

Do, Dame, tell forth your tale, and that is best."

"All ready, sir," quoth she, "right as you lest,*              *please

If I have licence of this worthy Frere."

"Yes, Dame," quoth he, "tell forth, and I will hear."

 

THE TALE. <1>

 

In olde dayes of the king Arthour,

Of which that Britons speake great honour,

All was this land full fill'd of faerie;*                     *fairies

The Elf-queen, with her jolly company,

Danced full oft in many a green mead

This was the old opinion, as I read;

I speak of many hundred years ago;

But now can no man see none elves mo',

For now the great charity and prayeres

Of limitours,* and other holy freres,              *begging friars <2>

That search every land and ev'ry stream

As thick as motes in the sunne-beam,

Blessing halls, chambers, kitchenes, and bowers,

Cities and burghes, castles high and towers,

Thorpes* and barnes, shepens** and dairies,    *villages <3> **stables

This makes that there be now no faeries:

For *there as* wont to walke was an elf,                        *where*

There walketh now the limitour himself,

In undermeles* and in morrowings**,           *evenings <4> **mornings

And saith his matins and his holy things,

As he goes in his limitatioun.*                      *begging district

Women may now go safely up and down,

In every bush, and under every tree;

There is none other incubus <5> but he;

And he will do to them no dishonour.

 

And so befell it, that this king Arthour

Had in his house a lusty bacheler,

That on a day came riding from river: <6>

And happen'd, that, alone as she was born,

He saw a maiden walking him beforn,

Of which maiden anon, maugre* her head,                   *in spite of

By very force he reft her maidenhead:

For which oppression was such clamour,

And such pursuit unto the king Arthour,

That damned* was this knight for to be dead                   *condemned

By course of law, and should have lost his head;

(Paraventure such was the statute tho),*                          *then

But that the queen and other ladies mo’

So long they prayed the king of his grace,

Till he his life him granted in the place,

And gave him to the queen, all at her will

To choose whether she would him save or spill*                 *destroy

The queen thanked the king with all her might;

And, after this, thus spake she to the knight,

When that she saw her time upon a day.

"Thou standest yet," quoth she, "in such array,*           *a position

That of thy life yet hast thou no surety;

I grant thee life, if thou canst tell to me

What thing is it that women most desiren:

Beware, and keep thy neck-bone from the iron*       *executioner's axe

And if thou canst not tell it me anon,

Yet will I give thee leave for to gon

A twelvemonth and a day, to seek and lear*                       *learn

An answer suffisant* in this mattere.                    *satisfactory

And surety will I have, ere that thou pace,*                        *go

Thy body for to yielden in this place."

Woe was the knight, and sorrowfully siked;*                    *sighed

But what? he might not do all as him liked.

And at the last he chose him for to wend,*                       *depart

And come again, right at the yeare's end,

With such answer as God would him purvey:*                    *provide

And took his leave, and wended forth his way.

 

He sought in ev'ry house and ev'ry place,

Where as he hoped for to finde grace,

To learne what thing women love the most:

But he could not arrive in any coast,

Where as he mighte find in this mattere

Two creatures *according in fere.*                 *agreeing together*

Some said that women loved best richess,

Some said honour, and some said jolliness,

Some rich array, and some said lust* a-bed,                  *pleasure

And oft time to be widow and be wed.

Some said, that we are in our heart most eased

When that we are y-flatter'd and y-praised.

He *went full nigh the sooth,* I will not lie;         *came very near

A man shall win us best with flattery;                      the truth*

And with attendance, and with business

Be we y-limed,* bothe more and less.            *caught with bird-lime

And some men said that we do love the best

For to be free, and do *right as us lest,*        *whatever we please*

And that no man reprove us of our vice,

But say that we are wise, and nothing nice,*              *foolish <7>

For truly there is none among us all,

If any wight will *claw us on the gall,*                *see note <8>*

That will not kick, for that he saith us sooth:

Assay,* and he shall find it, that so do'th.                       *try

For be we never so vicious within,

We will be held both wise and clean of sin.

And some men said, that great delight have we

For to be held stable and eke secre,*                          *discreet

And in one purpose steadfastly to dwell,

And not bewray* a thing that men us tell.                    *give away

But that tale is not worth a rake-stele.*                 *rake-handle

Pardie, we women canne nothing hele,*                         *hide <9>

Witness on Midas; will ye hear the tale?

Ovid, amonges other thinges smale*                               *small

Saith, Midas had, under his longe hairs,

Growing upon his head two ass's ears;

The whiche vice he hid, as best he might,

Full subtlely from every man's sight,

That, save his wife, there knew of it no mo';

He lov'd her most, and trusted her also;

He prayed her, that to no creature

She woulde tellen of his disfigure.

She swore him, nay, for all the world to win,

She would not do that villainy or sin,

To make her husband have so foul a name:

She would not tell it for her owen shame.

But natheless her thoughte that she died,

That she so longe should a counsel hide;

Her thought it swell'd so sore about her heart

That needes must some word from her astart

And, since she durst not tell it unto man

Down to a marish fast thereby she ran,

Till she came there, her heart was all afire:

And, as a bittern bumbles* in the mire,         *makes a humming noise

She laid her mouth unto the water down

"Bewray me not, thou water, with thy soun'”

Quoth she, "to thee I tell it, and no mo',

Mine husband hath long ass's eares two!

Now is mine heart all whole; now is it out;

I might no longer keep it, out of doubt.”

Here may ye see, though we a time abide,

Yet out it must, we can no counsel hide.

The remnant of the tale, if ye will hear,

Read in Ovid, and there ye may it lear.*                         *learn

 

This knight, of whom my tale is specially,

When that he saw he might not come thereby,

That is to say, what women love the most,

Within his breast full sorrowful was his ghost.*               *spirit

But home he went, for he might not sojourn,

The day was come, that homeward he must turn.

And in his way it happen'd him to ride,

In all his care,* under a forest side,               *trouble, anxiety

Where as he saw upon a dance go

Of ladies four-and-twenty, and yet mo',

Toward this ilke* dance he drew full yern,**      *same **eagerly <10>

The hope that he some wisdom there should learn;

But certainly, ere he came fully there,

Y-vanish'd was this dance, he knew not where;

No creature saw he that bare life,

Save on the green he sitting saw a wife,

A fouler wight there may no man devise.*                *imagine, tell

Against* this knight this old wife gan to rise,               *to meet And said,

"Sir Knight, hereforth* lieth no way.               *from here

Tell me what ye are seeking, by your fay.

Paraventure it may the better be:

These olde folk know muche thing." quoth she.

My leve* mother," quoth this knight, "certain,                   *dear

I am but dead, but if* that I can sayn                          *unless

What thing it is that women most desire:

Could ye me wiss,* I would well *quite your hire."*     *instruct <11>

"Plight me thy troth here in mine hand," quoth she,       *reward you*

"The nexte thing that I require of thee

Thou shalt it do, if it be in thy might,

And I will tell it thee ere it be night."

"Have here my trothe," quoth the knight; "I grant."

"Thenne," quoth she, "I dare me well avaunt,*           *boast, affirm

Thy life is safe, for I will stand thereby,

Upon my life the queen will say as I:

Let see, which is the proudest of them all,

That wears either a kerchief or a caul,

That dare say nay to that I shall you teach.

Let us go forth withoute longer speech

Then *rowned she a pistel* in his ear,        *she whispered a secret*

And bade him to be glad, and have no fear.

 

When they were come unto the court, this knight

Said, he had held his day, as he had hight,*                 *promised

And ready was his answer, as he said.

Full many a noble wife, and many a maid,

And many a widow, for that they be wise,

The queen herself sitting as a justice,

Assembled be, his answer for to hear,

And afterward this knight was bid appear.

To every wight commanded was silence,

And that the knight should tell in audience,

What thing that worldly women love the best.

This knight he stood not still, as doth a beast,

But to this question anon answer'd

With manly voice, that all the court it heard,

"My liege lady, generally," quoth he,

"Women desire to have the sovereignty

As well over their husband as their love

And for to be in mast'ry him above.

This is your most desire, though ye me kill,

Do as you list, I am here at your will."

In all the court there was no wife nor maid

Nor widow, that contraried what he said,

But said, he worthy was to have his life.

And with that word up start that olde wife

Which that the knight saw sitting on the green.

 

"Mercy," quoth she, "my sovereign lady queen,

Ere that your court departe, do me right.

I taughte this answer unto this knight,

For which he plighted me his trothe there,

The firste thing I would of him requere,

He would it do, if it lay in his might.

Before this court then pray I thee, Sir Knight,”

Quoth she, "that thou me take unto thy wife,

For well thou know'st that I have kept* thy life.            *preserved

If I say false, say nay, upon thy fay."*                         *faith

This knight answer'd, "Alas, and well-away!

I know right well that such was my behest.*                   *promise

For Godde's love choose a new request

Take all my good, and let my body go."

"Nay, then," quoth she, "I shrew* us bothe two,                  *curse

For though that I be old, and foul, and poor,

I n'ould* for all the metal nor the ore,                     *would not

That under earth is grave,* or lies above                       *buried

But if thy wife I were and eke thy love."

"My love?" quoth he, "nay, my damnation,

Alas! that any of my nation

Should ever so foul disparaged be.

But all for nought; the end is this, that he

Constrained was, that needs he muste wed,

And take this olde wife, and go to bed.

 

Now woulde some men say paraventure

That for my negligence I do no cure*                     *take no pains

To tell you all the joy and all th' array

That at the feast was made that ilke* day.                        *same

To which thing shortly answeren I shall:

I say there was no joy nor feast at all,

There was but heaviness and muche sorrow:

For privily he wed her on the morrow;

And all day after hid him as an owl,

So woe was him, his wife look'd so foul

Great was the woe the knight had in his thought

When he was with his wife to bed y-brought;

He wallow'd, and he turned to and fro.

This olde wife lay smiling evermo',

And said, "Dear husband, benedicite,

Fares every knight thus with his wife as ye?

Is this the law of king Arthoures house?

Is every knight of his thus dangerous?*         *fastidious, niggardly

I am your owen love, and eke your wife

I am she, which that saved hath your life

And certes yet did I you ne'er unright.

Why fare ye thus with me this firste night?

Ye fare like a man had lost his wit.

What is my guilt? for God's love tell me it,

And it shall be amended, if I may.”

"Amended!" quoth this knight; "alas, nay, nay,

It will not be amended, never mo';

Thou art so loathly, and so old also,

And thereto* comest of so low a kind,                       *in addition

That little wonder though I wallow and wind;*     *writhe, turn about

So woulde God, mine hearte woulde brest!"*                      *burst

"Is this," quoth she, "the cause of your unrest?”

"Yea, certainly," quoth he; "no wonder is.”

"Now, Sir," quoth she, "I could amend all this,

If that me list, ere it were dayes three,

*So well ye mighte bear you unto me.*            *if you could conduct

But, for ye speaken of such gentleness                   yourself well

As is descended out of old richess,                        towards me*

That therefore shalle ye be gentlemen;

Such arrogancy is *not worth a hen.*                     *worth nothing

Look who that is most virtuous alway,

*Prive and apert,* and most intendeth aye      *in private and public*

To do the gentle deedes that he can;

And take him for the greatest gentleman.

Christ will,* we claim of him our gentleness,         *wills, requires

Not of our elders* for their old richess.                   *ancestors

For though they gave us all their heritage,

For which we claim to be of high parage,*              *birth, descent

Yet may they not bequeathe, for no thing,

To none of us, their virtuous living

That made them gentlemen called to be,

And bade us follow them in such degree.

Well can the wise poet of Florence,

That highte Dante, speak of this sentence:*                 *sentiment

Lo, in such manner* rhyme is Dante's tale.                    *kind of

'Full seld'* upriseth by his branches smale                      *seldom

Prowess of man, for God of his goodness

Wills that we claim of him our gentleness;' <12>

For of our elders may we nothing claim

But temp'ral things that man may hurt and maim.

Eke every wight knows this as well as I,

If gentleness were planted naturally

Unto a certain lineage down the line,

Prive and apert, then would they never fine*                     *cease

To do of gentleness the fair office

Then might they do no villainy nor vice.

Take fire, and bear it to the darkest house

Betwixt this and the mount of Caucasus,

And let men shut the doores, and go thenne,*                   *thence

Yet will the fire as fair and lighte brenne*                     *burn

As twenty thousand men might it behold;

*Its office natural aye will it hold,*            *it will perform its

On peril of my life, till that it die.                    natural duty*

Here may ye see well how that gentery*            *gentility, nobility

Is not annexed to possession,

Since folk do not their operation

Alway, as doth the fire, lo, *in its kind*      *from its very nature*

For, God it wot, men may full often find

A lorde's son do shame and villainy.

And he that will have price* of his gent'ry,           *esteem, honour

For* he was boren of a gentle house,                            *because

And had his elders noble and virtuous,

And will himselfe do no gentle deedes,

Nor follow his gentle ancestry, that dead is,

He is not gentle, be he duke or earl;

For villain sinful deedes make a churl.

For gentleness is but the renomee*                             *renown

Of thine ancestors, for their high bounte,*           *goodness, worth

Which is a strange thing to thy person:

Thy gentleness cometh from God alone.

Then comes our very* gentleness of grace;                         *true

It was no thing bequeath'd us with our place.

Think how noble, as saith Valerius,

Was thilke* Tullius Hostilius,                                   *that

That out of povert' rose to high

Read in Senec, and read eke in Boece,

There shall ye see express, that it no drede* is,                *doubt

That he is gentle that doth gentle deedes.

And therefore, leve* husband, I conclude,                        *dear

Albeit that mine ancestors were rude,

Yet may the highe God, -- and so hope I, –

Grant me His grace to live virtuously:

Then am I gentle when that I begin

To live virtuously, and waive* sin.                            *forsake

 

"And whereas ye of povert' me repreve,*                      *reproach

The highe God, on whom that we believe,

In wilful povert' chose to lead his life:

And certes, every man, maiden, or wife

May understand that Jesus, heaven's king,

Ne would not choose a virtuous living.

*Glad povert'* is an honest thing, certain;        *poverty cheerfully

This will Senec and other clerkes sayn                         endured*

Whoso that *holds him paid of* his povert',       *is satisfied with*

I hold him rich though he hath not a shirt.

He that coveteth is a poore wight

For he would have what is not in his might

But he that nought hath, nor coveteth to have,

Is rich, although ye hold him but a knave.*      *slave, abject wretch

*Very povert' is sinne,* properly.      *the only true poverty is sin*

Juvenal saith of povert' merrily:

The poore man, when he goes by the way

Before the thieves he may sing and play <13>

Povert' is hateful good,<14> and, as I guess,

A full great *bringer out of business;*         *deliver from trouble*

A great amender eke of sapience

To him that taketh it in patience.

Povert' is this, although it seem elenge*                *strange <15>

Possession that no wight will challenge

Povert' full often, when a man is low,

Makes him his God and eke himself to know

Povert' a spectacle* is, as thinketh me           *a pair of spectacles

Through which he may his very* friendes see.                      *true

And, therefore, Sir, since that I you not grieve,

Of my povert' no more me repreve.*                             *reproach

"Now, Sir, of elde* ye repreve me:                                 *age

And certes, Sir, though none authority*                  *text, dictum

Were in no book, ye gentles of honour

Say, that men should an olde wight honour,

And call him father, for your gentleness;

And authors shall I finden, as I guess.

Now there ye say that I am foul and old,

Then dread ye not to be a cokewold.*                          *cuckold

For filth, and elde, all so may I the,*                         *thrive

Be greate wardens upon chastity.

But natheless, since I know your delight,

I shall fulfil your wordly appetite.

Choose now," quoth she, "one of these thinges tway,

To have me foul and old till that I dey,*                          *die

And be to you a true humble wife,

And never you displease in all my life:

Or elles will ye have me young and fair,

And take your aventure of the repair*                           *resort

That shall be to your house because of me, -–

Or in some other place, it may well be?

Now choose yourselfe whether that you liketh.

 

This knight adviseth* him and sore he siketh,**   *considered **sighed

But at the last he said in this mannere;

"My lady and my love, and wife so dear,

I put me in your wise governance,

Choose for yourself which may be most pleasance

And most honour to you and me also;

I *do no force* the whether of the two:                       *care not

For as you liketh, it sufficeth me."

"Then have I got the mastery," quoth she,

"Since I may choose and govern as me lest."*                    *pleases

"Yea, certes wife," quoth he, "I hold it best."

"Kiss me," quoth she, "we are no longer wroth,*           *at variance

For by my troth I will be to you both;

This is to say, yea, bothe fair and good.

I pray to God that I may *sterve wood,*                      *die mad*

But* I to you be all so good and true,                          *unless

As ever was wife since the world was new;

And but* I be to-morrow as fair to seen,                        *unless

As any lady, emperess or queen,

That is betwixt the East and eke the West

Do with my life and death right as you lest.*                    *please

Cast up the curtain, and look how it is."

 

And when the knight saw verily all this,

That she so fair was, and so young thereto,

For joy he hent* her in his armes two:                            *took

His hearte bathed in a bath of bliss,

A thousand times *on row* he gan her kiss:             *in succession*

And she obeyed him in every thing

That mighte do him pleasance or liking.

And thus they live unto their lives' end

In perfect joy; and Jesus Christ us send

Husbandes meek and young, and fresh in bed,

And grace to overlive them that we wed.

And eke I pray Jesus to short their lives,

That will not be governed by their wives.

And old and angry niggards of dispence,*                      *expense

God send them soon a very pestilence!