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The Prioress's Tale

 

THE PROLOGUE.

 

"WELL said, by *corpus Domini,"* quoth our Host;     *the Lord's body*

"Now longe may'st thou saile by the coast,

Thou gentle Master, gentle Marinere.

God give the monk *a thousand last quad year!* *ever so much evil* <1>

Aha! fellows, beware of such a jape.*                            *trick

The monk *put in the manne's hood an ape,*                 *fooled him*

And in his wife's eke, by Saint Austin.

Drawe no monkes more into your inn.

But now pass over, and let us seek about,

Who shall now telle first of all this rout

Another tale;" and with that word he said,

As courteously as it had been a maid;

"My Lady Prioresse, by your leave,

So that I wist I shoulde you not grieve,*                      *offend

I woulde deeme* that ye telle should                    *judge, decide

A tale next, if so were that ye would.

Now will ye vouchesafe, my lady dear?"

"Gladly," quoth she; and said as ye shall hear.

 

THE TALE. <1>

 

O Lord our Lord! thy name how marvellous

Is in this large world y-spread! <2> (quoth she)

For not only thy laude* precious                               *praise

Performed is by men of high degree,

But by the mouth of children thy bounte*                     *goodness

Performed is, for on the breast sucking

Sometimes showe they thy herying.* <3>                           *glory

 

Wherefore in laud, as I best can or may

Of thee, and of the white lily flow'r

Which that thee bare, and is a maid alway,

To tell a story I will do my labour;

Not that I may increase her honour,

For she herselven is honour and root

Of bounte, next her son, and soules' boot.*                        *help

 

O mother maid, O maid and mother free!*                      *bounteous

O bush unburnt, burning in Moses' sight,

That ravished'st down from the deity,

Through thy humbless, the ghost that in thee light; <4>

Of whose virtue, when he thine hearte light,*    *lightened, gladdened

Conceived was the Father's sapience;

Help me to tell it to thy reverence.

 

Lady! thy bounty, thy magnificence,

Thy virtue, and thy great humility,

There may no tongue express in no science:

For sometimes, Lady! ere men pray to thee,

Thou go'st before, of thy benignity,

And gettest us the light, through thy prayere,

To guiden us unto thy son so dear.

 

My conning* is so weak, O blissful queen,              *skill, ability

For to declare thy great worthiness,

That I not may the weight of it sustene;

But as a child of twelvemonth old, or less,

That can unnethes* any word express,                         *scarcely

Right so fare I; and therefore, I you pray,

Guide my song that I shall of you say.

 

There was in Asia, in a great city,

Amonges Christian folk, a Jewery,<5>

Sustained by a lord of that country,

For foul usure, and lucre of villainy,

Hateful to Christ, and to his company;

And through the street men mighte ride and wend,*            *go, walk

For it was free, and open at each end.

 

A little school of Christian folk there stood

Down at the farther end, in which there were

Children an heap y-come of Christian blood,

That learned in that schoole year by year

Such manner doctrine as men used there;

This is to say, to singen and to read,

As smalle children do in their childhead.

 

Among these children was a widow's son,

A little clergion,* seven year of age,         *young clerk or scholar

That day by day to scholay* was his won,**               *study **wont

And eke also, whereso he saw th' image

Of Christe's mother, had he in usage,

As him was taught, to kneel adown, and say

Ave Maria as he went by the way.

Thus had this widow her little son y-taught

Our blissful Lady, Christe's mother dear,

To worship aye, and he forgot it not;

For sely* child will always soone lear.**            *innocent **learn

But aye when I remember on this mattere,

Saint Nicholas <6> stands ever in my presence;

For he so young to Christ did reverence.

 

This little child his little book learning,

As he sat in the school at his primere,

He Alma redemptoris <7> hearde sing,

As children learned their antiphonere; <8>

And as he durst, he drew him nere and nere,*                    *nearer

And hearken'd aye the wordes and the note,

Till he the firste verse knew all by rote.

 

Nought wist he what this Latin was tosay,*                       *meant

For he so young and tender was of age;

But on a day his fellow gan he pray

To expound him this song in his language,

Or tell him why this song was in usage:

This pray'd he him to construe and declare,

Full oftentime upon his knees bare.

 

His fellow, which that elder was than he,

Answer'd him thus: "This song, I have heard say,

Was maked of our blissful Lady free,

Her to salute, and eke her to pray

To be our help and succour when we dey.*                           *die

I can no more expound in this mattere:

I learne song, I know but small grammere."

 

"And is this song y-made in reverence

Of Christe's mother?" said this innocent;

Now certes I will do my diligence

To conne* it all, ere Christemas be went;                  *learn; con

Though that I for my primer shall be shent,*                *disgraced

And shall be beaten thries in an hour,

I will it conne, our Lady to honour."

 

His fellow taught him homeward* privily               *on the way home

From day to day, till he coud* it by rote,                        *knew

And then he sang it well and boldely

From word to word according with the note;

Twice in a day it passed through his throat;

To schoole-ward, and homeward when he went;

On Christ's mother was set all his intent.

 

As I have said, throughout the Jewery,

This little child, as he came to and fro,

Full merrily then would he sing and cry,

O Alma redemptoris, evermo';

The sweetness hath his hearte pierced so

Of Christe's mother, that to her to pray

He cannot stint*