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The Prologue of the Nun's Priest's 2782 He spak how Fortune covered with a clowde
Tale. He spoke of how Fortune covered with a cloud
2783 I noot nevere what; and als of a tragedie
I know not what; and also of a tragedy
The Prologue of the Nonnes Preestes Tale. 2784 Right now ye herde, and pardee, no remedie
Just now you heard, and by God, no remedy
2785 It is for to biwaille ne compleyne
Is it to bewail or lament
2767 "Hoo!" quod the Knyght, "good sire, namoore of this! 2786 That that is doon, and als it is a peyne,
"Whoa!" said the Knight, "good sire, no more of this! That which is done, and also it is a pain,
2768 That ye han seyd is right ynough, ywis, 2787 As ye han seyd, to heere of hevynesse.
What you have said is quite enough, indeed, As you have said, to hear of sadness.
2769 And muchel moore; for litel hevynesse 2788 "Sire Monk, namoore of this, so God yow blesse!
And much more; for a little sadness "Sir Monk, no more of this, as God may you bless!
2770 Is right ynough to muche folk, I gesse. 2789 Youre tale anoyeth al this compaignye.
Is quite enough for many people, I guess. Your tale annoys all this company.
2771 I seye for me, it is a greet disese, 2790 Swich talkyng is nat worth a boterflye,
I say for myself, it is a great distress, Such talking is not worth a butterfly,
2772 Whereas men han been in greet welthe and ese, 2791 For therinne is ther no desport ne game.
When men have been in great wealth and ease, For in it there is no pleasure nor amusement.
2773 To heeren of hire sodeyn fal, allas! 2792 Wherfore, sire Monk, daun Piers by youre name,
To hear of their sudden fall, alas! Therefore, Sir Monk, dan Piers by your name,
2774 And the contrarie is joye and greet solas, 2793 I pray yow hertely telle us somwhat elles;
And the contrary is joy and great comfort, I pray yow earnestly tell us something else;
2775 As whan a man hath been in povre estaat, 2794 For sikerly, nere clynkyng of youre belles
As when a man has been in a poor condition, For truly, were it not for the clinking of your bells
2776 And clymbeth up and wexeth fortunat, 2795 That on youre bridel hange on every syde,
And climbs up and becomes fortunate, That on your bridle hang on every side,
2777 And there abideth in prosperitee. 2796 By hevene kyng that for us alle dyde,
And there remains in prosperity. By heaven's King who for us all died,
2778 Swich thyng is gladsom, as it thynketh me, 2797 I sholde er this han fallen doun for sleep,
Such a thing is pleasing, as it seems to me, I should before this have fallen down because of
2779 And of swich thyng were goodly for to telle." sleepiness,
And of such a thing it would be good to tell." 2798 Althogh the slough had never been so deep;
2780 "Ye," quod oure Hooste, "by Seint Poules belle! Although the mud had never been so deep;
"Yea," said our Host, "by Saint Paul's bell! 2799 Thanne hadde your tale al be toold in veyn.
2781 Ye seye right sooth; this Monk he clappeth lowde. Then had your tale been told all in vain.
2800 For certeinly, as that thise clerkes seyn, And right away his tale he has begun,
For certainly, as these clerks say, 2819 And thus he seyde unto us everichon,
2801 Whereas a man may have noon audience, And thus he said unto us every one,
Where a man may have no hearers, 2820 This sweete preest, this goodly man sir John.
2802 Noght helpeth it to tellen his sentence. This sweet priest, this goodly man sir John.
It is no use to tell his opinion.
2803 "And wel I woot the substance is in me,
"And well I know the capacity of appreciation is in me,
2804 If any thyng shal wel reported be.
If any thing shall be well told.
2805 Sir, sey somwhat of huntyng, I yow preye."
Sir, say something about hunting, I you pray."
2806 "Nay," quod this Monk, "I have no lust to pleye.
"Nay," said this Monk, "I have no desire to play. The Nun's Priest's Tale.
2807 Now lat another telle, as I have toold."
Now let another tell, as I have told."
2808 Thanne spak oure Hoost with rude speche and boold,
Then spoke oure Host with rude speech and bold,
2809 And seyde unto the Nonnes Preest anon, Heere bigynneth the Nonnes Preestes Tale of the Cok and Hen,
And said unto the Nun's Priest straightway, Chauntecleer and Pertelote
2810 "Com neer, thou preest, com hyder, thou sir John!
"Come near, thou priest, come hither, thou sir John!
2811 Telle us swich thyng as may oure hertes glade.
Tell us such thing as may our hearts gladden. 2821 A povre wydwe, somdeel stape in age,
2812 Be blithe, though thou ryde upon a jade. A poor widow, somewhat advanced in age,
Be happy, though thou ride upon a nag. 2822 Was whilom dwellyng in a narwe cotage,
2813 What thogh thyn hors be bothe foul and lene? Was once dwelling in a small cottage,
What if thy horse be both poor and lean? 2823 Biside a grove, stondynge in a dale.
2814 If he wol serve thee, rekke nat a bene. Beside a grove, standing in a dale.
If he will serve thee, care not a bean. 2824 This wydwe, of which I telle yow my tale,
2815 Looke that thyn herte be murie everemo." This widow, of whom I tell you my tale,
See that thy heart be merry evermore." 2825 Syn thilke day that she was last a wyf
2816 "Yis, sir," quod he, "yis, Hoost, so moot I go, Since that same day that she was last a wife
"Yes indeed, sir," said he, "yes indeed, Host, as I may I 2826 In pacience ladde a ful symple lyf,
prosper, In patience led a very simple life,
2817 But I be myrie, ywis I wol be blamed." 2827 For litel was hir catel and hir rente.
Unless I be merry, indeed I will be blamed." For little was her possessions and her income.
2818 And right anon his tale he hath attamed, 2828 By housbondrie of swich as God hire sente
By husbandry of such as God sent her 2847 A yeerd she hadde, enclosed al aboute
2829 She foond hirself and eek hir doghtren two. She had a yard, enclosed all around
She provided for herself and also her two daughters. 2848 With stikkes, and a drye dych withoute,
2830 Thre large sowes hadde she, and namo, With sticks, and a dry ditch outside it,
She had three large sows, and no more, 2849 In which she hadde a cok, hight Chauntecleer.
2831 Three keen, and eek a sheep that highte Malle. In which she had a cock, called Chauntecleer.
Three cows, and also a sheep that is called Malle. 2850 In al the land, of crowyng nas his peer.
2832 Ful sooty was hire bour and eek hir halle, In all the land, there was not his peer in crowing.
Full sooty was her bedchamber and also her hall, 2851 His voys was murier than the murie orgon
2833 In which she eet ful many a sklendre meel. His voice was merrier than the merry organ
In which she ate very many a scanty meal. 2852 On messe-dayes that in the chirche gon.
2834 Of poynaunt sauce hir neded never a deel. That goes in the church on mass-days.
She needed not a bit of spicy sauce. 2853 Wel sikerer was his crowyng in his logge
2835 No deyntee morsel passed thurgh hir throte; Well more accurate was his crowing in his lodge
No dainty morsel passed through her throat; 2854 Than is a clokke or an abbey orlogge.
2836 Hir diete was accordant to hir cote. Than is a clock or an abbey timepiece.
Her diet was such as her farm produced. 2855 By nature he knew ech ascencioun
2837 Repleccioun ne made hire nevere sik; By nature he knew (the hour of) each ascension
Overeating never made her sick; 2856 Of the equynoxial in thilke toun;
2838 Attempree diete was al hir phisik, Of the celestial equator in that same town;
Moderate diet was all her medical treatment, 2857 For whan degrees fiftene weren ascended,
2839 And exercise, and hertes suffisaunce. For when degrees fifteen were ascended,
And exercise, and a contented heart. 2858 Thanne crew he that it myghte nat been amended.
2840 The goute lette hire nothyng for to daunce, Then he crowed so that it could not be improved.
The gout not at all prevented her from dancing, 2859 His coomb was redder than the fyn coral,
2841 N' apoplexie shente nat hir heed. His comb was redder than the fine coral,
And apoplexy harmed not her head. 2860 And batailled as it were a castel wal;
2842 No wyn ne drank she, neither whit ne reed; And notched with battlements as if it were a castle wall;
No wine she drank, neither white nor red;
2843 Hir bord was served moost with whit and blak -- 2861 His byle was blak, and as the jeet it shoon;
Her board was provided mostly with white and black -- His bill was black, and it shone like the jet stone;
2844 Milk and broun breed, in which she foond no lak, 2862 Lyk asure were his legges and his toon;
Milk and dark bread, in which she found no lack, Like azure were his legs and his toes;
2845 Seynd bacoun, and somtyme an ey or tweye, 2863 His nayles whitter than the lylye flour,
Broiled bacon, and sometimes an egg or two, His nails whiter than the lily flour,
2846 For she was, as it were, a maner deye. 2864 And lyk the burned gold was his colour.
For she was, as it were, a sort of dairywoman. And like the burnished gold was his color.
2865 This gentil cok hadde in his governaunce
This gentle cock had in his governance 2884 Sat on his perche, that was in the halle,
2866 Sevene hennes for to doon al his plesaunce, Sat on his perch, that was in the hall,
Seven hens to do all his pleasure, 2885 And next hym sat this faire Pertelote,
2867 Whiche were his sustres and his paramours, And next to him sat this faire Pertelote,
Which were his sisters and his concubines, 2886 This Chauntecleer gan gronen in his throte,
2868 And wonder lyk to hym, as of colours; This Chauntecleer began to groan in his throat,
And wonderfully like him, in their colors; 2887 As man that in his dreem is drecched soore.
2869 Of whiche the faireste hewed on hir throte As one that in his dream is deeply troubled.
Of which the fairest colored on her throat 2888 And whan that Pertelote thus herde hym roore,
2870 Was cleped faire damoysele Pertelote. And when Pertelote thus heard him roar,
Was called fair demoiselle Pertelote. 2889 She was agast and seyde, "Herte deere,
2871 Curteys she was, discreet, and debonaire, She was aghast and said, "Dear heart,
Courteous she was, discreet, and gracious, 2890 What eyleth yow, to grone in this manere?
2872 And compaignable, and bar hyrself so faire What ails you, to groan in this manner?
And companionable, and bore herself so fair 2891 Ye been a verray sleper; fy, for shame!"
2873 Syn thilke day that she was seven nyght oold You are a true (sound) sleeper; fie, for shame!"
Since that same day that she was seven nights old 2892 And he answerde, and seyde thus: "Madame,
2874 That trewely she hath the herte in hoold And he answered, and said thus: "Madame,
That truly she has in possession the heart 2893 I pray yow that ye take it nat agrief.
2875 Of Chauntecleer, loken in every lith; I pray you that you take it not amiss.
Of Chauntecleer, locked in every limb (completely); 2894 By God, me mette I was in swich meschief
2876 He loved hire so that wel was hym therwith. By God, I dreamed I was in such mischief
He loved her so that well was him because of that. 2895 Right now that yet myn herte is soore afright.
2877 But swich a joye was it to here hem synge, Right now that yet my heart is grievously frightened.
But such a joy it was to hear them sing, 2896 Now God," quod he, "my swevene recche aright,
2878 Whan that the brighte sonne gan to sprynge, Now God," said he, "interpret my dream correctly,
When the bright sun began to spring, 2897 And kepe my body out of foul prisoun!
2879 In sweete accord, "My lief is faren in londe!" -- And keep my body out of foul prison!
In sweet accord, "My love has gone to the country!" -- 2898 Me mette how that I romed up and doun
2880 For thilke tyme, as I have understonde, I dreamed how I roamed up and down
For in that same time, as I have understood, 2899 Withinne our yeerd, wheer as I saugh a beest
2881 Beestes and briddes koude speke and synge. Within our yard, where I saw a beast
Beasts and birds could speak and sing. 2900 Was lyk an hound, and wolde han maad areest
Was like a hound, and would have seized
2882 And so bifel that in a dawenynge, 2901 Upon my body, and wolde han had me deed.
And so befell that in a dawning, Upon my body, and would have had me dead.
2883 As Chauntecleer among his wyves alle 2902 His colour was bitwixe yelow and reed,
As Chauntecleer among all his wives His color was between yellow and red,
2903 And tipped was his tayl and bothe his eeris Alas! And can you be frightened of dreams?
And tipped was his tail and both his ears 2922 Nothyng, God woot, but vanitee in sweven is.
2904 With blak, unlyk the remenant of his heeris; Nothing, God knows, but foolishness is in dreams.
With black, unlike the rest of his hair; 2923 Swevenes engendren of replecciouns,
2905 His snowte smal, with glowynge eyen tweye. Dreams are produced by overeating,
His snout small, with two glowing eyes. 2924 And ofte of fume and of complecciouns,
2906 Yet of his look for feere almoost I deye; And often by stomach vapors and by the mixture of
Yet for fear of his look I almost die; bodily humors,
2907 This caused me my gronyng, doutelees." 2925 Whan humours been to habundant in a wight.
This caused my groaning, doubtless." When humors are too abundant in a person.
2926 Certes this dreem, which ye han met to-nyght,
2908 "Avoy!" quod she, "fy on yow, hertelees! Certainly this dream, which you have dreamed to-night,
"Shame!" said she, "fie on you, coward! 2927 Cometh of the greete superfluytee
2909 Allas," quod she, "for, by that God above, Comes of the great superfluity
Alas," said she, "for, by that God above, 2928 Of youre rede colera, pardee,
2910 Now han ye lost myn herte and al my love! Of your red choleric humor, indeed,
Now have you lost my heart and all my love! 2929 Which causeth folk to dreden in hir dremes
2911 I kan nat love a coward, by my feith! Which causes folk in their dreams to be afraid
I can not love a coward, by my faith! 2930 Of arwes, and of fyr with rede lemes,
2912 For certes, what so any womman seith, Of arrows, and of fire with red flames,
For certainly, whatever any woman says, 2931 Of rede beestes, that they wol hem byte,
2913 We alle desiren, if it myghte bee, Of red beasts, (fearing) that they will bite them,
We all desire, if it might be, 2932 Of contek, and of whelpes, grete and lyte;
2914 To han housbondes hardy, wise, and free, Of strife, and of dogs, big and little;
To have husbands hardy, wise, and generous, 2933 Right as the humour of malencolie
2915 And secree -- and no nygard, ne no fool, Right as the humor of melancholy
And secret -- and no miser, nor no fool, 2934 Causeth ful many a man in sleep to crie
2916 Ne hym that is agast of every tool, Causes very many a man in sleep to cry
Nor him who is afraid of every weapon, 2935 For feere of blake beres, or boles blake,
2917 Ne noon avauntour, by that God above! For fear of black bears, or black bulls,
Nor any boaster, by that God above! 2936 Or elles blake develes wole hem take.
2918 How dorste ye seyn, for shame, unto youre love Or else black devils will take them.
How dare you say, for shame, unto your love 2937 Of othere humours koude I telle also
2919 That any thyng myghte make yow aferd? Of other humors could I tell also
That any thing might make you afraid? 2938 That werken many a man sleep ful wo;
2920 Have ye no mannes herte, and han a berd? That cause many a man much woe (in) sleep;
Have you no man's heart, and have a beard? 2939 But I wol passe as lightly as I kan.
2921 Allas! And konne ye been agast of swevenys? But I will pass over as lightly as I can.
2958 And if it do, I dar wel leye a grote,
2940 "Lo Catoun, which that was so wys a man, And if there be an excess, I dare well bet four pence,
"Lo Cato, who was so wise a man, 2959 That ye shul have a fevere terciane,
2941 Seyde he nat thus, `Ne do no fors of dremes'? That you shall have a fever recurring every three days,
Said he not thus, `Attach no importance to dreams'? 2960 Or an agu that may be youre bane.
Or an ague that may be your death.
2942 "Now sire," quod she, "whan we flee fro the bemes, 2961 A day or two ye shul have digestyves
"Now sir," said she, "when we fly from the beams, A day or two you shall have digestives
2943 For Goddes love, as taak som laxatyf. 2962 Of wormes, er ye take youre laxatyves
For God's love, take some laxative. Of worms, before you take your laxatives
2944 Up peril of my soule and of my lyf, 2963 Of lawriol, centaure, and fumetere,
Upon peril of my soul and of my life, Of spurge laurel, centaury, and fumitory,
2945 I conseille yow the beste -- I wol nat lye -- 2964 Or elles of ellebor, that groweth there,
I counsel you the best -- I will not lie -- Or else of hellebore, that grows there,
2946 That bothe of colere and of malencolye 2965 Of katapuce, or of gaitrys beryis,
That both of choler and of melancholy Of caper-spurge, or of rhamus,
2947 Ye purge yow; and for ye shal nat tarie, 2966 Of herbe yve, growyng in oure yeerd, ther mery is;
You purge yourself; and so that you shall not delay, Of ground ivy, growing in our yard, where it is pleasant;
2948 Though in this toun is noon apothecarie,
Though in this town is no apothecary, 2967 Pekke hem up right as they growe and ete hem yn.
2949 I shal myself to herbes techen yow Peck them up right as they grow and eat them in.
I shall myself guide you to herbs 2968 Be myrie, housbonde, for youre fader kyn!
2950 That shul been for youre hele and for youre prow; Be merry, husband, for your father's kin!
That shall be for your health and for your benefit; 2969 Dredeth no dreem; I kan sey yow namoore."
2951 And in oure yeerd tho herbes shal I fynde Dread no dream; I can say you no more."
And in our yard I shall find those herbs
2952 The whiche han of hire propretee by kynde 2970 "Madame," quod he, "graunt mercy of youre loore.
The which by nature have the power "Madame," said he, "great thanks for your learning.
2953 To purge yow bynethe and eek above. 2971 But nathelees, as touchyng daun Catoun,
To purge you beneath and also above. But nonetheless, as touching dan Cato,
2954 Foryet nat this, for Goddes owene love! 2972 That hath of wysdom swich a greet renoun,
Forget not this, for God's own love! That has of wisdom such a great renown,
2955 Ye been ful coleryk of compleccioun; 2973 Though that he bad no dremes for to drede,
You are dominated by the choleric humor; Though he commanded (us) to dread no dreams,
2956 Ware the sonne in his ascencioun 2974 By God, men may in olde bookes rede
Beware the sun when it is high in the sky By God, men may in old books read
2957 Ne fynde yow nat repleet of humours hoote. 2975 Of many a man moore of auctorite
And do not find yourself with an excess of hot humors. Of many a man of more authority
2976 Than evere Caton was, so moot I thee, And each of them goes to his hostelry,
Than Cato ever was, as I may prosper, 2995 And took his loggyng as it wolde falle.
2977 That al the revers seyn of this sentence, And took his lodging as it would befall.
Who say all the reverse of this sentence, 2996 That oon of hem was logged in a stalle,
2978 And han wel founden by experience The one of them was lodged in a stall,
And have well found by experience 2997 Fer in a yeerd, with oxen of the plough;
2979 That dremes been significaciouns Far in a yard, with oxen of the plough;
That dreams are significations 2998 That oother man was logged wel ynough,
2980 As wel of joye as of tribulaciouns That other man was lodged well enough,
As well of joy as of tribulations 2999 As was his aventure or his fortune,
2981 That folk enduren in this lif present. As was his adventure or his fortune,
That folk endure in this present life. 3000 That us governeth alle as in commune.
2982 Ther nedeth make of this noon argument; Which us governs all in common.
There need be no argument about this;
2983 The verray preeve sheweth it in dede. 3001 "And so bifel that, longe er it were day,
The proof itself shows it in the deed. "And it so befell that, long before it was day,
3002 This man mette in his bed, ther as he lay,
2984 "Oon of the gretteste auctour that men rede This man dreamed in his bed, where he lay,
"One of the greatest author that men read 3003 How that his felawe gan upon hym calle,
2985 Seith thus: that whilom two felawes wente How his fellow began to call upon him,
Says thus: that once two fellows went 3004 And seyde, `Allas, for in an oxes stalle
2986 On pilgrimage, in a ful good entente, And said, `Alas, for in an oxen's stall
On pilgrimage, with a very good intention, 3005 This nyght I shal be mordred ther I lye!
2987 And happed so, they coomen in a toun This night I shall be murdered where I lie!
And it so happened, they came in a town 3006 Now help me, deere brother, or I dye.
2988 Wher as ther was swich congregacioun Now help me, dear brother, or I die.
Where there was such a gathering 3007 In alle haste com to me!' he sayde.
2989 Of peple, and eek so streit of herbergage, In all haste come to me!' he said.
Of people, and also such a scantiness of lodging, 3008 This man out of his sleep for feere abrayde;
2990 That they ne founde as muche as o cotage This man out of his sleep for fear awakened suddenly;
That they found not so much as one cottage 3009 But whan that he was wakened of his sleep,
2991 In which they bothe myghte ylogged bee. But when he was wakened of his sleep,
In which they both might be lodged. 3010 He turned hym and took of this no keep.
2992 Wherfore they mosten of necessitee, He turned himself and took no heed of this.
Therefore they must of necessity, 3011 Hym thoughte his dreem nas but a vanitee.
2993 As for that nyght, departen compaignye; He thought his dream was nothing but a fantasy.
For that night, part company; 3012 Thus twies in his slepyng dremed hee;
2994 And ech of hem gooth to his hostelrye, Thus twice in his sleeping he dreamed;
3013 And atte thridde tyme yet his felawe As soon as it was day he went out of the town.'
And at third time yet his fellow
3014 Cam, as hym thoughte, and seide, `I am now slawe. 3032 "This man gan fallen in suspecioun,
Came, as it seemed to him, and said, `I am now slain. "This man began to fall in suspicion,
3015 Bihoold my bloody woundes depe and wyde! 3033 Remembrynge on his dremes that he mette,
Behold my bloody wounds deep and wide! Remembering his dreams that he dreamed,
3016 Arys up erly in the morwe tyde, 3034 And forth he gooth -- no lenger wolde he lette --
Arise up early in the morning time, And forth he goes -- no longer would he delay --
3017 And at the west gate of the toun,' quod he, 3035 Unto the west gate of the toun, and fond
And at the west gate of the town,' he said, Unto the west gate of the town, and found
3018 `A carte ful of dong ther shaltow se, 3036 A dong-carte, wente as it were to donge lond,
`A cart full of dung there shalt thou see, A dung-cart, which went as if it were to dung land,
3019 In which my body is hid ful prively; 3037 That was arrayed in that same wise
In which my body is hid very secretly; That was drawn up in that same manner
3020 Do thilke carte arresten boldely. 3038 As ye han herd the dede man devyse.
Have that same cart immediately seized. As you have heard the dead man tell.
3021 My gold caused my mordre, sooth to sayn,' 3039 And with an hardy herte he gan to crye
My gold caused my murder, to say the truth,' And with a hardy heart he began to cry for
3022 And tolde hym every point how he was slayn, 3040 Vengeance and justice of this felonye:
And told him in full detail how he was slain, Vengeance and justice of this felony:
3023 With a ful pitous face, pale of hewe. 3041 `My felawe mordred is this same nyght,
With a very piteous face, pale of hue. `My fellow is murdered this same night,
3024 And truste wel, his dreem he foond ful trewe, 3042 And in this carte he lith gapyng upright.
And trust well, his dream he found very true, And in this cart he lies gaping upright.
3025 For on the morwe, as soone as it was day, 3043 I crye out on the ministres,' quod he,
For on the morrow, as soon as it was day, I cry out on the officials,' said he,
3026 To his felawes in he took the way; 3044 `That sholden kepe and reulen this citee.
To his fellow's inn he took the way; `Who should guard and rule this city.
3027 And whan that he cam to this oxes stalle, 3045 Harrow! Allas! Heere lith my felawe slayn!'
And when he came to this oxen's stall, Help! Alas! Here lies my fellow slain!'
3028 After his felawe he bigan to calle. 3046 What sholde I moore unto this tale sayn?
After his fellow he began to call. What should I more unto this tale say?
3047 The peple out sterte and caste the cart to grounde,
3029 "The hostiler answerede hym anon, The people rushed out and cast the cart to ground,
"The innkeeper answered him straightway, 3048 And in the myddel of the dong they founde
3030 And seyde, `Sire, your felawe is agon. And in the middle of the dung they found
And said, `Sir, your fellow is gone. 3049 The dede man, that mordred was al newe.
3031 As soone as day he wente out of the toun.' The dead man, who was just recently murdered.
3068 For certeyn cause, into a fer contree,
3050 "O blisful God, that art so just and trewe, For a certain reason, into a far country,
"O blissful God, that art so just and true, 3069 If that the wynd ne hadde been contrarie,
3051 Lo, how that thou biwreyest mordre alway! If that the wind had not been contrary,
Lo, how thou always reveal murder! 3070 That made hem in a citee for to tarie
3052 Mordre wol out; that se we day by day. That made them to tarry in a city
Murder will out; we see that day by day. 3071 That stood ful myrie upon an haven-syde;
3053 Mordre is so wlatsom and abhomynable That stood very merrily upon an haven-side;
Murder is so disgusting and abominable 3072 But on a day, agayn the even-tyde,
3054 To God, that is so just and resonable, But on a day, toward the evening time,
To God, who is so just and reasonable, 3073 The wynd gan chaunge, and blew right as hem leste.
3055 That he ne wol nat suffre it heled be, The wind began to change, and blew exactly as they
That He will not suffer it to be hidden, desired.
3056 Though it abyde a yeer, or two, or thre. 3074 Jolif and glad they wente unto hir reste,
Though it may wait a year, or two, or three. Jolly and glad they went unto their rest,
3057 Mordre wol out, this my conclusioun. 3075 And casten hem ful erly for to saille.
Murder will out, this is my conclusion. And they planned to sail very early.
3058 And right anon, ministres of that toun 3076 But herkneth! To that o man fil a greet mervaille:
And immediately, officials of that town But listen! To that one man befell a great marvel:
3059 Han hent the carter and so soore hym pyned, 3077 That oon of hem, in slepyng as he lay,
Have seized the carter and so painfully tortured him, The one of them, in sleeping as he lay,
3060 And eek the hostiler so soore engyned, 3078 Hym mette a wonder dreem agayn the day.
And also the hosteller so grievously tortured, He dreamed a wondrous dream before the day.
3061 That they biknewe hire wikkednesse anon, 3079 Hym thoughte a man stood by his beddes syde,
That they straightway acknowledged their wickedness, He thought a man stood by his bed's side,
3062 And were anhanged by the nekke-bon. 3080 And hym comanded that he sholde abyde,
And were hanged by the neck-bone. And commanded him that he should stay,
3081 And seyde hym thus: `If thou tomorwe wende,
3063 "Heere may men seen that dremes been to drede. And said to him thus: `If thou travel tomorrow,
"Here men may seen that dreams are to be feared. 3082 Thow shalt be dreynt; my tale is at an ende.'
3064 And certes in the same book I rede, Thou shalt be drowned; my tale is at an end.'
And certainly in the same book I read, 3083 He wook, and tolde his felawe what he mette,
3065 Right in the nexte chapitre after this -- He woke, and told his fellow what he dreamed,
Right in the next chapter after this -- 3084 And preyde hym his viage for to lette;
3066 I gabbe nat, so have I joye or blis -- And prayed him to delay his voyage;
I do not lie, as I may have joy or bliss -- 3085 As for that day, he preyde hym to byde.
3067 Two men that wolde han passed over see, For that day, he prayed him to wait.
Two men that would have passed over see, 3086 His felawe, that lay by his beddes syde,
His fellow, that lay by his bed's side, And therefore, faire Pertelote so dear,
3087 Gan for to laughe, and scorned him ful faste. 3106 By swiche ensamples olde maistow leere
Began to laugh, and vigorously scorned him. By such old examples thou may learn
3088 `No dreem,' quod he, `may so myn herte agaste 3107 That no man sholde been to recchelees
`No dream,' said he, `may so frighten my heart That no man should be too heedless
3089 That I wol lette for to do my thynges. 3108 Of dremes; for I seye thee, doutelees,
That I will desist from doing my tasks. Of dreams; for I say to thee, doubtless,
3090 I sette nat a straw by thy dremynges, 3109 That many a dreem ful soore is for to drede.
I set not a straw by (put no value on) thy dreams, That many a dream is very greatly to be feared.
3091 For swevenes been but vanytees and japes.
For dreams are but fantasies and foolishness. 3110 "Lo, in the lyf of Seint Kenelm I rede,
3092 Men dreme alday of owles and of apes, "Lo, I read in the life of Saint Kenelm,
Men dream all the time of owls and of apes, 3111 That was Kenulphus sone, the noble kyng
3093 And of many a maze therwithal; That was son of Kenulphus, the noble king
And of many a source of amazement indeed; 3112 Of Mercenrike, how Kenelm mette a thyng.
3094 Men dreme of thyng that nevere was ne shal. Of Mercia, how Kenelm dreamed a thing.
Men dream of a thing that never was nor shall be. 3113 A lite er he was mordred, on a day,
3095 But sith I see that thou wolt heere abyde, A little before he was murdered, on a day,
But since I see that thou will remain here, 3114 His mordre in his avysioun he say.
3096 And thus forslewthen wilfully thy tyde, He saw his murder in his vision.
And thus willfully waste thy tide, 3115 His norice hym expowned every deel
3097 God woot, it reweth me; and have good day!' His nurse completely explained to him
God knows, it makes me sorry; and have good day!' 3116 His sweven, and bad hym for to kepe hym weel
3098 And thus he took his leve, and wente his way. His dream, and ordered him to guard himself well
And thus he took his leave, and went his way. 3117 For traisoun; but he nas but seven yeer oold,
3099 But er that he hadde half his cours yseyled, From treason; but he was only seven years old,
But before he had sailed half his course, 3118 And therfore litel tale hath he toold
3100 Noot I nat why, ne what myschaunce it eyled, And therefore he put little store
I know not why, nor what mischance harmed it, 3119 Of any dreem, so hooly was his herte.
3101 But casuelly the shippes botme rente, In any dream, so holy was his heart.
But by chance the ship's bottom broke open, 3120 By God! I hadde levere than my sherte
3102 And ship and man under the water wente By God! I had rather than my shirt (give my shirt)
And ship and man went under the water 3121 That ye hadde rad his legende, as have I.
3103 In sighte of othere shippes it bisyde, That you had read his legend, as have I.
In sight of other ships beside it,
3104 That with hem seyled at the same tyde. 3122 "Dame Pertelote, I sey yow trewely,
That with them sailed on the same tide. "Dame Pertelote, I say you truly,
3105 And therfore, faire Pertelote so deere, 3123 Macrobeus, that writ the avisioun
Macrobius, that wrote the vision That day that Hector should lose his life,
3124 In Affrike of the worthy Cipioun, 3143 She dremed on the same nyght biforn
In Africa of the worthy Scipio, She dreamed on the same night before
3125 Affermeth dremes, and seith that they been 3144 How that the lyf of Ector sholde be lorn,
Affirms (the value of) dreams, and says that they are How the life of Hector should be lost,
3126 Warnynge of thynges that men after seen. 3145 If thilke day he wente into bataille.
Warnings of things that men later see (come to pass) If that same day he went into battle.
3127 And forthermoore, I pray yow, looketh wel 3146 She warned hym, but it myghte nat availle;
And furthermore, I pray you, look well She warned him, but it might not avail;
3128 In the olde testament, of Daniel, 3147 He wente for to fighte natheles,
In the Old Testament, concerning Daniel, He went to fight nonetheless,
3129 If he heeld dremes any vanitee. 3148 But he was slayn anon of Achilles.
If he held dreams (to be) any foolishness. But he was slain straightway by Achilles.
3130 Reed eek of Joseph, and ther shul ye see 3149 But thilke tale is al to longe to telle,
Read also of Joseph, and there shall you see But that same tale is all too long to tell,
3131 Wher dremes be somtyme -- I sey nat alle -- 3150 And eek it is ny day; I may nat dwelle.
Whether dreams are sometimes -- I say not all -- And also it is nigh day; I may not delay.
3132 Warnynge of thynges that shul after falle. 3151 Shortly I seye, as for conclusioun,
Warnings of things that shall afterward befall. Shortly I say, as for conclusion,
3133 Looke of Egipte the kyng, daun Pharao, 3152 That I shal han of this avisioun
Consider the king of Egypt, dan Pharaoh, That I shall have of this vision
3134 His bakere and his butiller also, 3153 Adversitee; and I seye forthermoor
His baker and his butler also, Adversity; and I say furthermore
3135 Wher they ne felte noon effect in dremes. 3154 That I ne telle of laxatyves no stoor,
Whether or not they felt any effect in dreams. That I put no store in laxatives,
3136 Whoso wol seken actes of sondry remes 3155 For they been venymes, I woot it weel;
Whoever will seek out the histories of various nations For they are poisonous, I know it well;
3137 May rede of dremes many a wonder thyng. 3156 I hem diffye, I love hem never a deel!
May read many a wonderful thing about dreams. I renounce them, I love them not at all!
3138 Lo Cresus, which that was of Lyde kyng,
Lo Croesus, who was king of Lydia, 3157 "Now let us speke of myrthe, and stynte al this.
3139 Mette he nat that he sat upon a tree, "Now let us speak of mirth, and stop all this.
Dreamed he not that he sat upon a tree, 3158 Madame Pertelote, so have I blis,
3140 Which signified he sholde anhanged bee? Madame Pertelote, as I may have bliss,
Which signified he should be hanged? 3159 Of o thyng God hath sent me large grace;
3141 Lo heere Andromacha, Ectores wyf, Of one thing God has sent me a great favor;
Lo here Andromacha, Hector's wife, 3160 For whan I se the beautee of youre face,
3142 That day that Ector sholde lese his lyf, For when I see the beauty of your face,
3161 Ye been so scarlet reed aboute youre yen, 3179 He looketh as it were a grym leoun,
You are so scarlet red about your eyes, He looks as if he were a grim lion,
3162 It maketh al my drede for to dyen; 3180 And on his toos he rometh up and doun;
It makes all my dread die; And on his toes he roams up and down;
3163 For al so siker as In principio, 3181 Hym deigned nat to sette his foot to grounde.
For as surely as `In the beginning, He deigned not to set his foot to ground.
3164 Mulier est hominis confusio -- 3182 He chukketh whan he hath a corn yfounde,
`Woman is the ruin of man --' He clucks when he has found a seed,
3165 Madame, the sentence of this Latyn is, 3183 And to hym rennen thanne his wyves alle.
Madame, the meaning of this Latin is, And then his wives all run to him.
3166 `Womman is mannes joye and al his blis.' 3184 Thus roial, as a prince is in his halle,
`Woman is man's joy and all his bliss.' Thus royal, as a prince is in his hall,
3167 For whan I feele a-nyght your softe syde -- 3185 Leve I this Chauntecleer in his pasture,
For when I feel at night your soft side -- Leave I this Chauntecleer in his feeding place,
3168 Al be it that I may nat on yow ryde, 3186 And after wol I telle his aventure.
Although I can not on you ride, And after I will tell his adventure.
3169 For that oure perche is maad so narwe, allas --
Because our perch is made so narrow, alas -- 3187 Whan that the month in which the world bigan,
3170 I am so ful of joye and of solas, When the month in which the world began,
I am so full of joy and of pleasure, 3188 That highte March, whan God first maked man,
3171 That I diffye bothe sweven and dreem." Which is called March, when God first made man,
That I renounce both vision and dream." 3189 Was compleet, and passed were also,
Was complete, and passed were also,
3172 And with that word he fley doun fro the beem, 3190 Syn March [was gon], thritty dayes and two,
And with that word he flew down from the beam, Since March had gone, thirty days and two,
3173 For it was day, and eke his hennes alle, 3191 Bifel that Chauntecleer in al his pryde,
For it was day, and also all his hens, Befell that Chauntecleer in all his pride,
3174 And with a chuk he gan hem for to calle, 3192 His sevene wyves walkynge by his syde,
And with a cluck he began to call them, His seven wives walking by his side,
3175 For he hadde founde a corn, lay in the yerd. 3193 Caste up his eyen to the brighte sonne,
Because he had found a seed, which lay in the yard. Cast up his eyes to the bright sun,
3176 Real he was, he was namoore aferd. 3194 That in the signe of Taurus hadde yronne
Royal he was, he was no longer afraid. That in the sign of Taurus had run
3177 He fethered Pertelote twenty tyme, 3195 Twenty degrees and oon, and somwhat moore,
He embraced Pertelote twenty times, Twenty degrees and one, and somewhat more,
3178 And trad hire eke as ofte, er it was pryme. 3196 And knew by kynde, and by noon oother loore,
And copulated with her also as often, before it was 6 And knew by nature, and by none other knowledge,
a.m.. 3197 That it was pryme, and crew with blisful stevene.
That it was prime, and crowed with blissful voice. 3216 That in the grove hadde woned yeres three,
3198 "The sonne," he seyde, "is clomben up on hevene That in the grove had dwelled three years,
"The sun," he said, "has climbed up on heaven 3217 By heigh ymaginacioun forncast,
3199 Fourty degrees and oon, and moore ywis. By exalted imagination predestined,
Forty degrees and one, and more indeed. 3218 The same nyght thurghout the hegges brast
3200 Madame Pertelote, my worldes blis, The same night through the hedges broke
Madame Pertelote, my world's bliss, 3219 Into the yerd ther Chauntecleer the faire
3201 Herkneth thise blisful briddes how they synge, Into the yard where the handsome Chauntecleer
Listen to these blissful birds, how they sing, 3220 Was wont, and eek his wyves, to repaire;
3202 And se the fresshe floures how they sprynge; Was accustomed, and also his wives, to repair;
And see the fresh flowers, how they spring; 3221 And in a bed of wortes stille he lay
3203 Ful is myn herte of revel and solas!" And in a bed of cabbages he lay quietly
My heart is full of revel and pleasure!" 3222 Til it was passed undren of the day,
3204 But sodeynly hym fil a sorweful cas, Until it had passed 9 a.m. of the day,
But suddenly to him befell a sorrowful situation, 3223 Waitynge his tyme on Chauntecleer to falle,
3205 For evere the latter ende of joye is wo. Waiting his time on Chauntecleer to fall,
For ever the latter end of joy is woe. 3224 As gladly doon thise homycides alle
3206 God woot that worldly joye is soone ago; As habitually do all these homicides
God knows that worldly joy is soon gone; 3225 That in await liggen to mordre men.
3207 And if a rethor koude faire endite, That in ambush lie to murder men.
And if a rhetorician could fairly compose, 3226 O false mordrour, lurkynge in thy den!
3208 He in a cronycle saufly myghte it write O false murderer, lurking in thy den!
He in a chronicle confidently could write it 3227 O newe Scariot, newe Genylon,
3209 As for a sovereyn notabilitee. O new Judas Iscariot, new Genylon,
As a supremely important fact. 3228 False dissymulour, o Greek Synon,
3210 Now every wys man, lat him herkne me; False deceiver, O Greek Synon,
Now every wise man, let him listen to me; 3229 That broghtest Troye al outrely to sorwe!
3211 This storie is also trewe, I undertake, That brought all Troy completely to sorrow!
This story is as true, I declare, 3230 O Chauntecleer, acursed be that morwe
3212 As is the book of Launcelot de Lake, O Chauntecleer, cursed be that morning
As is the Book of Lancelot of the Lake, 3231 That thou into that yerd flaugh fro the bemes!
3213 That wommen holde in ful greet reverence. That thou flew from the beams into that yard!
Which women hold in very great reverence. 3232 Thou were ful wel ywarned by thy dremes
3214 Now wol I torne agayn to my sentence. Thou were very well warned by thy dreams
Now will I turn again to my subject matter. 3233 That thilke day was perilous to thee;
That that same day was perilous to thee;
3215 A col-fox, ful of sly iniquitee, 3234 But what that God forwoot moot nedes bee,
A fox, full of sly iniquity, But what God knows beforehand must by necessity be,
3235 After the opinioun of certein clerkis. Who took his counsel from his wife, with sorrow,
According to the opinion of certain scholars. 3254 To walken in the yerd upon that morwe
3236 Witnesse on hym that any parfit clerk is, To walk in the yard upon that morning
Take witness of him that is a thoroughly competent 3255 That he hadde met that dreem that I yow tolde.
scholar, That he had dreamed that dream of which I told you.
3237 That in scole is greet altercacioun 3256 Wommennes conseils been ful ofte colde;
That in the university is great disagreement Women's counsels are very often fatal;
3238 In this mateere, and greet disputisoun, 3257 Wommannes conseil broghte us first to wo
In this matter, and great disputation, Woman's counsel brought us first to woe
3239 And hath been of an hundred thousand men. 3258 And made Adam fro Paradys to go,
And has been (disputed) by a hundred thousand men. And made Adam to go from Paradise,
3240 But I ne kan nat bulte it to the bren 3259 Ther as he was ful myrie and wel at ese.
But I can not separate the valid and invalid arguments Where he was very merry and well at ease.
3241 As kan the hooly doctour Augustyn, 3260 But for I noot to whom it myght displese,
As can the holy doctor Augustine, But because I know not to whom it might displease,
3242 Or Boece, or the Bisshop Bradwardyn, 3261 If I conseil of wommen wolde blame,
Or Boethius, or the Bishop Bradwardyn, If I would blame counsel of women,
3243 Wheither that Goddes worthy forwityng 3262 Passe over, for I seyde it in my game.
Whether God's worthy foreknowledge Pass over, for I said it as a joke.
3244 Streyneth me nedely for to doon a thyng -- 3263 Rede auctours, where they trete of swich mateere,
Constrains me by need to do a thing -- Read authors, where they treat of such matter,
3245 "Nedely" clepe I symple necessitee -- 3264 And what they seyn of wommen ye may heere.
"Need" I call simple necessity -- And what they say of women you may hear.
3246 Or elles, if free choys be graunted me 3265 Thise been the cokkes wordes, and nat myne;
Or else, if free choice be granted to me These are the cock's words, and not mine;
3247 To do that same thyng, or do it noght, 3266 I kan noon harm of no womman divyne.
To do that same thing, or do it not, I know no harm of any woman divine.
3248 Though God forwoot it er that I was wroght;
Though God knew it before I was born; 3267 Faire in the soond, to bathe hire myrily,
3249 Or if his wityng streyneth never a deel Fair in the sand, to bathe her merrily,
Or if his knowledge constrains not at all 3268 Lith Pertelote, and alle hire sustres by,
3250 But by necessitee condicioneel. Lies Pertelote, and all her sisters by her,
But by conditional necessity. 3269 Agayn the sonne, and Chauntecleer so free
3251 I wol nat han to do of swich mateere; In the sunshine, and Chauntecleer so noble
I will not have to do with such matter; 3270 Soong murier than the mermayde in the see
3252 My tale is of a cok, as ye may heere, Sang more merrily than the mermaid in the sea
My tale is of a cock, as you may hear, 3271 (For Phisiologus seith sikerly
3253 That tok his conseil of his wyf, with sorwe, (For Phisiologus says surely
3272 How that they syngen wel and myrily). 3291 For trewely, ye have as myrie a stevene
How they sing well and merrily). For truly, you have as merry a voice
3273 And so bifel that, as he caste his ye 3292 As any aungel hath that is in hevene.
And so befell that, as he cast his eye As has any angel that is in heaven.
3274 Among the wortes on a boterflye, 3293 Therwith ye han in musyk moore feelynge
On a butterfly among the cabbages, Therewith you have in music more feeling
3275 He was war of this fox, that lay ful lowe. 3294 Than hadde Boece, or any that kan synge.
He was aware of this fox, that lay very low. Than had Boethius, or any that knows how to sing.
3276 Nothyng ne liste hym thanne for to crowe, 3295 My lord youre fader -- God his soule blesse! --
Not at all then did he want to crow, My lord your father -- God bless his soul! --
3277 But cride anon, "Cok! cok!" and up he sterte 3296 And eek youre mooder, of hire gentillesse,
But cried straightway, "Cock! cock!" and up he leaped And also your mother, of her graciousness,
3278 As man that was affrayed in his herte. 3297 Han in myn hous ybeen to my greet ese;
As one that was frightened in his heart. Have been in my house to my great pleasure;
3279 For natureelly a beest desireth flee 3298 And certes, sire, ful fayn wolde I yow plese.
For naturally a beast desires to flee And certainly, sir, I would very eagerly please you.
3280 Fro his contrarie, if he may it see, 3299 But, for men speke of syngyng, I wol seye --
From his natural opponent, if he may see it, But, insofar as men speak of singing, I will say --
3281 Though he never erst hadde seyn it with his ye. 3300 So moote I brouke wel myne eyen tweye --
Though he never before had seen it with his eye. As I may well have use of my two eyes --
3282 This Chauntecleer, whan he gan hym espye, 3301 Save yow, I herde nevere man so synge
This Chauntecleer, when he did espy him, Except for you, I heard never man so sing
3283 He wolde han fled, but that the fox anon 3302 As dide youre fader in the morwenynge.
He would have fled, but that the fox straightway As did your father in the morning.
3284 Seyde, "Gentil sire, allas, wher wol ye gon? 3303 Certes, it was of herte, al that he song.
Said, "Gentle sir, alas, where will you go? Certainly, it came from the heart, all that he sang.
3285 Be ye affrayed of me that am youre freend? 3304 And for to make his voys the moore strong,
Are you afraid of me who is your friend? And to make his voice the more strong,
3286 Now, certes, I were worse than a feend, 3305 He wolde so peyne hym that with bothe his yen
Now, certainly, I would be worse than a fiend, He would so exert himself that with both his eyes
3287 If I to yow wolde harm or vileynye! 3306 He moste wynke, so loude he wolde cryen,
If I to you would do harm or villainy! He had to wink, so loud he would cry,
3288 I am nat come youre conseil for t' espye, 3307 And stonden on his tiptoon therwithal,
I am not come to spy on your secrets, And stand on his tiptoes simultaneously,
3289 But trewely, the cause of my comynge 3308 And strecche forth his nekke long and smal.
But truly, the cause of my coming And stretch forth his neck long and small.
3290 Was oonly for to herkne how that ye synge. 3309 And eek he was of swich discrecioun
Was only to hear how you sing. And also he was of such sound judgment
3310 That ther nas no man in no regioun 3328 Than he that soothfastnesse unto yow seith.
That there was no man in any region Than he who says the truth unto you.
3311 That hym in song or wisedom myghte passe. 3329 Redeth Ecclesiaste of flaterye;
That might pass him in song or wisdom. Read Ecclesiastes about flattery;
3312 I have wel rad in `Daun Burnel the Asse,' 3330 Beth war, ye lordes, of hir trecherye.
I have well read in `Dan Burnel the Ass,' Beware, you lords, of their treachery.
3313 Among his vers, how that ther was a cok,
Among his verses, how there was a cock, 3331 This Chauntecleer stood hye upon his toos,
3314 For that a preestes sone yaf hym a knok This Chauntecleer stood high upon his toes,
Because a priest's son gave him a knock 3332 Strecchynge his nekke, and heeld his eyen cloos,
3315 Upon his leg whil he was yong and nyce, Stretching his neck, and held his eyes closed,
Upon his leg while he was young and foolish, 3333 And gan to crowe loude for the nones.
3316 He made hym for to lese his benefice. And began to crow loud for the occasion.
He made him lose his benefice. 3334 And daun Russell the fox stirte up atones,
3317 But certeyn, ther nys no comparisoun And dan Russell the fox leaped up at once,
But certainly, there is no comparison 3335 And by the gargat hente Chauntecleer,
3318 Bitwixe the wisedom and discrecioun And grabbed Chauntecleer by the throat,
Between the wisdom and discretion 3336 And on his bak toward the wode hym beer,
3319 Of youre fader and of his subtiltee. And carried him on his back toward the woods,
Of your father and of his subtlety. 3337 For yet ne was ther no man that hym sewed.
3320 Now syngeth, sire, for seinte charitee; For yet there was no one that pursued him.
Now sing, sir, for Saint Charity;
3321 Lat se; konne ye youre fader countrefete?" 3338 O destinee, that mayst nat been eschewed!
Let's see; can you imitate your father?" O destiny, that may not be escaped!
3339 Allas, that Chauntecleer fleigh fro the bemes!
3322 This Chauntecleer his wynges gan to bete, Alas, that Chauntecleer flew from the beams!
This Chauntecleer began to beat his wings, 3340 Allas, his wyf ne roghte nat of dremes!
3323 As man that koude his traysoun nat espie, Alas, his wife took no heed of dreams!
As one that could not espy his treason, 3341 And on a Friday fil al this meschaunce.
3324 So was he ravysshed with his flaterie. And on a Friday befell all this misfortune.
He was so ravished with his flattery.
3342 O Venus, that art goddesse of plesaunce,
3325 Allas, ye lordes, many a fals flatour O Venus, who art goddess of pleasure,
Alas, you lords, many a false flatterer 3343 Syn that thy servant was this Chauntecleer,
3326 Is in youre courtes, and many a losengeour, Since this Chauntecleer was thy servant,
Is in your courts, and many a sycophant, 3344 And in thy servyce dide al his poweer,
3327 That plesen yow wel moore, by my feith, And in thy service did all his power,
Who please you well more, by my faith, 3345 Moore for delit than world to multiplye,
More for delight than to people the world, 3363 Ful louder than dide Hasdrubales wyf,
3346 Why woldestow suffre hym on thy day to dye? Much louder than did Hasdrubales' wife,
Why wouldest thou allow him to die on thy day? 3364 Whan that hir housbonde hadde lost his lyf
When her husband had lost his life
3347 O Gaufred, deere maister soverayn, 3365 And that the Romayns hadde brend Cartage.
O Gaufred, dear supreme master, And the Romans had burned Carthage.
3348 That whan thy worthy kyng Richard was slayn 3366 She was so ful of torment and of rage
Who when thy worthy king Richard was slain She was so full of torment and of rage
3349 With shot, compleynedest his deeth so soore, 3367 That wilfully into the fyr she sterte
By shot of an arrow, complained his death so That willfully into the fire she leaped
grievously, 3368 And brende hirselven with a stedefast herte.
3350 Why ne hadde I now thy sentence and thy loore, And burned herself with a steadfast heart.
Why had I not now thy wisdom and thy learning,
3351 The Friday for to chide, as diden ye? 3369 O woful hennes, right so criden ye
To chide the Friday, as you did? O woeful hens, exactly so you cried
3352 For on a Friday, soothly, slayn was he. 3370 As whan that Nero brende the citee
For on a Friday, truly, he was slain. As when Nero burned the city
3353 Thanne wolde I shewe yow how that I koude pleyne 3371 Of Rome cryden senatoures wyves
Then would I show you how that I could complain Of Rome senators' wives cried
3354 For Chauntecleres drede and for his peyne. 3372 For that hir husbondes losten alle hir lyves --
For Chanticleer's dread and for his pain. Because their husbands lost all their lives --
3373 Withouten gilt this Nero hath hem slayn.
3355 Certes, swich cry ne lamentacion Without guilt this Nero has them slain.
Certainly, such cry nor lamentation 3374 Now wole I turne to my tale agayn.
3356 Was nevere of ladyes maad whan Ylion Now will I turn to my tale again.
Was never made by ladies when Ilion (Troy)
3357 Was wonne, and Pirrus with his streite swerd, 3375 This sely wydwe and eek hir doghtres two
Was won, and Pirrus with his drawn sword, This poor widow and also her two daughters
3358 Whan he hadde hent kyng Priam by the berd, 3376 Herden thise hennes crie and maken wo,
When he had seized king Priam by the beard, Heard these hens cry and make woe,
3359 And slayn hym, as seith us Eneydos, 3377 And out at dores stirten they anon,
And slain him, as the Aeneid tells us, And out at doors they rush anon,
3360 As maden alle the hennes in the clos, 3378 And syen the fox toward the grove gon,
As all the hens made in the yard, And see the fox go toward the grove,
3361 Whan they had seyn of Chauntecleer the sighte. 3379 And bar upon his bak the cok away,
When they had seen the sight of Chauntecleer. And carried the cock away upon his back,
3362 But sovereynly dame Pertelote shrighte 3380 And cryden, "Out! Harrow and weylaway!
But supremely dame Pertelote shrieked And cried, "Help! Help and alas!
3381 Ha, ha! The fox!" and after hym they ran, Of horn, of bone, in which they blew and puffed,
Ha, ha! The fox!" and after him they ran, 3400 And therwithal they skriked and they howped.
3382 And eek with staves many another man. And with that they shrieked and they whooped.
And also with staves many another man. 3401 It semed as that hevene sholde falle.
3383 Ran Colle oure dogge, and Talbot and Gerland, It seemed as if heaven should fall.
Ran Colle our dog, and Talbot and Gerland,
3384 And Malkyn, with a dystaf in hir hand; 3402 Now, goode men, I prey yow herkneth alle:
And Malkyn, with a distaff in her hand; Now, good men, I pray you all to listen:
3385 Ran cow and calf, and eek the verray hogges, 3403 Lo, how Fortune turneth sodeynly
Ran cow and calf, and also the very hogs, Lo, how Fortune turns suddenly
3386 So fered for the berkyng of the dogges 3404 The hope and pryde eek of hir enemy!
So frightened for the barking of the dogs The hope and pride also of her enemy!
3387 And shoutyng of the men and wommen eeke 3405 This cok, that lay upon the foxes bak,
And shouting of the men and women also This cock, that lay upon the fox's back,
3388 They ronne so hem thoughte hir herte breeke. 3406 In al his drede unto the fox he spak,
They ran so hard that they thought their hearts would In all his dread unto the fox he spoke,
break. 3407 And seyde, "Sire, if that I were as ye,
3389 They yolleden as feendes doon in helle; And said, "Sir, if I were you,
They yelled as fiends do in hell; 3408 Yet sholde I seyn, as wys God helpe me,
3390 The dokes cryden as men wolde hem quelle; Yet should I say, as God may help me,
The ducks cried as if men would them kill; 3409 `Turneth agayn, ye proude cherles alle!
3391 The gees for feere flowen over the trees; `Turn again, all you proud churls!
The geese for fear flew over the trees; 3410 A verray pestilence upon yow falle!
3392 Out of the hyve cam the swarm of bees. May a true pestilence fall upon you!
Out of the hive came the swarm of bees. 3411 Now I am come unto the wodes syde;
3393 So hydous was the noyse -- a, benedicitee! -- Now I am come unto the wood's side;
So hideous was the noise -- a, bless me! -- 3412 Maugree youre heed, the cok shal heere abyde.
3394 Certes, he Jakke Straw and his meynee Despite all you could do, the cock shall here remain.
Certainly, he Jack Straw and his company 3413 I wol hym ete, in feith, and that anon!'"
3395 Ne made nevere shoutes half so shrille I will eat him, in faith, and that right away!'"
Never made shouts half so shrill
3396 Whan that they wolden any Flemyng kille, 3414 The fox answerde, "In feith, it shal be don."
When they would any Fleming kill, The fox answered, "In faith, it shall be done."
3397 As thilke day was maad upon the fox. 3415 And as he spak that word, al sodeynly
As that same day was made upon the fox. And as he spoke that word, all suddenly
3398 Of bras they broghten bemes, and of box, 3416 This cok brak from his mouth delyverly,
They brought trumpets of brass, and of box-wood, This cock nimbly broke from his mouth,
3399 Of horn, of boon, in whiche they blewe and powped, 3417 And heighe upon a tree he fleigh anon.
And high upon a tree he quickly flew. That he chatters when he should hold his peace."
3418 And whan the fox saugh that the cok was gon,
And when the fox saw that the cock was gone, 3436 Lo, swich it is for to be recchelees
3419 "Allas!" quod he, "O Chauntecleer, allas! Lo, such it is to be careless
"Alas!" said he, "O Chauntecleer, alas! 3437 And necligent, and truste on flaterye.
3420 I have to yow," quod he, "ydoon trespas, And negligent, and trust on flattery.
I have to you," said he, "done offense,
3421 In as muche as I maked yow aferd 3438 But ye that holden this tale a folye,
In as much as I made you afraid But you who hold this tale a folly,
3422 Whan I yow hente and broghte out of the yerd. 3439 As of a fox, or of a cok and hen,
When I seized you and brought you out of the yard. As of a fox, or of a cock and hen,
3423 But, sire, I dide it in no wikke entente. 3440 Taketh the moralite, goode men.
But, sir, I did it with no wicked intention. Take the morality, good men.
3424 Com doun, and I shal telle yow what I mente; 3441 For Seint Paul seith that al that writen is,
Come down, and I shall tell you what I meant; For Saint Paul says that all that is written,
3425 I shal seye sooth to yow, God help me so!" 3442 To oure doctrine it is ywrite, ywis;
I shall say the truth to you, as God may help me!" Is written for our instruction, indeed;
3443 Taketh the fruyt, and lat the chaf be stille.
3426 "Nay thanne," quod he, "I shrewe us bothe two. Take the fruit, and let the chaff be still.
"Nay then," said he, "I curse both of us two. 3444 Now, goode God, if that it be thy wille,
3427 And first I shrewe myself, bothe blood and bones, Now, good God, if it be thy will,
And first I curse myself, both blood and bones, 3445 As seith my lord, so make us alle goode men,
3428 If thou bigyle me ofter than ones. As says my lord, make us all good men,
If thou trick me more often than once. 3446 And brynge us to his heighe blisse! Amen.
3429 Thou shalt namoore thurgh thy flaterye And bring us to his high bliss! Amen.
Thou shalt no more through thy flattery
3430 Do me to synge and wynke with myn ye;
Make me sing and close my eyes;
3431 For he that wynketh, whan he sholde see, Heere is ended the Noones Preestes Tale
For he that closes his eyes, when he should see,
3432 Al wilfully, God lat him nevere thee!"
All willfully, God let him never prosper!"
3433 "Nay," quod the fox, "but God yeve hym meschaunce,
"Nay," said the fox, "but God give him misfortune,
3434 That is so undiscreet of governaunce
Epilogue to the Nun's Priest's Tale.
Who is so indiscreet of governance
3435 That jangleth whan he sholde holde his pees."