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The gentle lady tells that charming tale which Burne-Jones so loved
and adorned, of the little scholar murdered by Jews for his devotion
to the Blessed Virgin, and sustained miraculously by her power.
Chaucer loved the Prioress; and he makes us feel the reverent hush
which followed upon her tale—
The thread of the tales here breaks off; and then suddenly we find
the Wife of Bath talking, talking, talking, almost without end as she
was without beginning. Her prologue is half a dozen tales in itself,
longer almost, and certainly wittier, than all the other prologues put
together. The theme is marriage, and her mouth speaks from the
abundance of her heart. Here, indeed, we have God’s plenty: fish,
flesh, and fowl are set before us in one dish, not to speak of
creeping things: it is in truth a strong mess, savoury to those that
have the stomach for it, but reeking of garlic, crammed with oaths
like the Shipman’s talk; a sample of the Eternal Feminine
undisguised and unrefined, in its most glaring contrast with the only
other two women of the party, the Prioress and her fellow-nun—
Men may divine, and glosen up and down,
But well I wot, express, withouten lie,
God bade us for to wax and multiply;
That gentle text can I well understand.
Eke, well I wot, he said that mine husband
Should leavë father and mother, and takë me;
But of no number mention madë he
Of bigamy or of octogamy,
Why shouldë men speak of it villainy?
The good wife tells how she has outlived five husbands, and
proclaims her readiness for a sixth. The five martyrs are sketched
with a master-touch, and are divided into categories according to
their obedience or disobedience. But, with all their variety of
disposition, time and matrimony had tamed even the most stubborn
of them; even that clerk of Oxford whose earlier wont had been to
read aloud nightly by the fire from a Book of Bad Women—
The lady, having thus definitely notified her choice between the
rivals (on quite other grounds, as the next few lines show, than
those of religion or morality), proceeds to tell her tale on the theme
that nothing is so dear to the female heart as “sovereignty” or
“mastery.” Then the quarrel blazes up afresh, and the Friar (after an
insulting prologue for which the Host calls him to order) tells a story
which is, from first to last, a bitter satire on the whole tribe of
Summoners. Then the Summoner, “quaking like an aspen leaf for
ire,” stands up in his stirrups and claims to be heard in turn. His
prologue, which by itself might suffice to turn the tables on his
enemy, is a broad parody of those revelations to devout Religious
which announced how the blessed souls of their particular Order (for
the Friars were not alone in this egotism) enjoyed for their exclusive
use some choice and peculiar mansion in heaven—under the skirts
of the Virgin’s mantle, for instance, or even within the wound of their
Saviour’s side. Then begins the tale itself of a Franciscan Stiggins on
his daily rounds, and of the “oldë churl, with lockës hoar,” who at
one stroke blasphemed the whole convent, and took ample change
out of Friar John for many a good penny or fat meal given in the
past, and for much friction in his conjugal relations. The whole is
told with inimitable humour, and it is to be regretted that we hear
nothing of the comments with which it was received. At this point
comes another gap in Chaucer’s plan.
So begins this satirical ballad, and goes on to bid the wife of the
present day to enjoy herself at her husband’s expense—
The last line rouses a sad echo in one heart at least, for the
Merchant had been wedded but two months—
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