The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
About this Item
Title
The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author
Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Publication
London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,
1868-1879.
Rights/Permissions
The University of Michigan Library provides access to these materials for educational and research purposes. These materials are in the public domain. If you have questions about the collection, please contact mec-info@umich.edu. If you have concerns about the inclusion of an item in this collection, please contact libraryit-info@umich.edu.
"The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall." In the digital collection Corpus of Middle English Prose and Verse. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/AGZ8232.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 21, 2024.
Pages
descriptionPage 572
[6-text p 576]
GROUP H. FRAGMENT IX.
§ 1. THE MANCIPLE'S HEAD-LINK.
ELLESMERE MS.
¶ Heere folweth the Prologe / of the Maunciples tale .
Woot ye nat / where ther stant/ a litel tounWhich þat ycleped is Bobbe up and dounVnder the Blee / in Caunterbury weyeTher gan oure hoost for to Iape and pleyeLine 4 And seyde sires / what Dun is in the MyreIs ther no man / for preyere ne for hyreThat wole awake / oure felawe al bihyndeA theef / myghte hym ful lightly robbe and byndeLine 8 See how he nappeth / see how for Cokkes bonesAs he wol falle / fro his hors atonesIs that a Cook of London / with meschanceDo hym come forth / he knoweth his penaunceLine 12 ffor he shal telle a tale / by my feyAl-though / it be nat worth a Botel heyAwake thou Cook quod he / god yeue thee sorweWhat eyleth thee / to slepe by the morwe?Line 16 Hastow had fleen al nyght or artow dronke?Or hastow / with som quene / al nyght yswonke?So that thow mayst nat holden vp thyn heed¶ This Cook / þat was ful pale and no thyng reedLine 20 Seyde to oure hoost. so god my soule blesseAs ther is falle on me swich heuynesseNoot I nat why? þat me were leuere slepeThan / the beste galon wyn in Chepe
Line 24
descriptionPage 573
[6-text p 577] Line 24 ¶ Wel quod the Maunciple / if it may doon eseLine 25 To thee sire Cook / and to no wight displeseWhich þat heere rideth / in this compaignyeAnd that oure hoost/ wole of his curteisyeLine 28 I wol now / excuse thee / of thy taleffor in good feith / thy visage is ful paleThyne eyen daswen eek as that me thynketh [folio 206b] And wel I woot / thy breeth / ful soure stynkethLine 32 That sheweth wel / thou art nat wel disposedOf me certeyn / thou shalt nat been yglosedSee how he ganeth / lo this dronken wightAs though he wolde / swolwe vs anonrightLine 36 Hoold cloos thy mouth man / by thy fader kynThe deuel of helle / sette his foot ther-InThy cursed breeth / infecte wole vs alleffy stynkyng swyn / fy / foule moote thou falleLine 40 A taketh heede sires / of this lusty manNow sweete sire / wol ye Iusten atte ffanTherto me thynketh / ye been wel yshapeI trowe / that ye dronken han wyn ApeLine 44 And that is / whan men pleyen with a strawAnd with this speche / the Cook wax wrooth & wrawAnd on the Manciple / he gan nodde fasteffor lakke of speche / and doun the hors hym casteLine 48 Where as he lay / til þat men vp hym tookThis was / a fair chyuachee / of a CookAllas / he nadde / holde hym by his ladelAnd er þat he / agayn were in his SadelLine 52 Ther was greet showuyng bothe to and froTo lifte hym vp / and muchel care and woSo vnweeldy / was this sory palled goostAnd to the Manciple / thanne spak oure hoost/Line 56 ¶ By cause / drynke / hath dominacionVpon this man / by my sauacionI trowe / lewedly / he wolde telle his taleffor were it wyn / or oold / or moysty Ale
Line 60
descriptionPage 574
[6-text p 578] Line 60 That he hath dronke / he speketh in his noseLine 61 And fneseth faste / and eek he hath the pose¶ He hath also / to do moore than ynoughTo kepen hym and his Capul out of sloughLine 64 And if he falle / from his capul eftsooneThanne shal we alle / haue ynogh to dooneIn liftyng vp / his heuy dronken corsTelle on thy tale / of hym make I no forsLine 68 ¶ But yet Manciple / in feith thou art/ to nyceThus openly / repreue hym of his viceAnother day / he wole perauentureReclayme thee / and brynge thee to lureLine 72 I meene / he speke wole / of smale thyngesAs for to pynchen / at thy rekenyngesThat were nat honeste / if it cam to preef /¶ No quod the Manciple / that were a greet mescheefLine 76 So myghte he lightly / brynge me in the snareYet hadde I leuere / payen for the MareWhich that he rit on / than he sholde with me stryue [folio 207a] I wol nat wratthen hym / al so moot I thryueThat that/ I speke / I seyde it in my bourdeLine 81 And wite ye what I haue heer in a gourdeA draghte of wyn / ye of a ripe grapeAnd right anon / ye shul seen a good IapeLine 84 This Cook shal drynke ther of / if þat I mayVp peyne of deeth / he wol nat seye me nay¶ And certeynly / to tellen as it wasOf this vessel / the Cook drank faste / allas?Line 88 What neded hym / he drank ynough bifornAnd whan he hadde / pouped in this hornTo the Manciple / he took the gourde agaynAnd of that drynke / the Cook was wonder faynLine 92 And thanked hym / in swich wise as he koude¶ Thanne gan oure hoost to laughen wonder loudeAnd seyde / I se wel / it is necessarieWhere þat we goon / þat drynke we with vs carie
Line 96
descriptionPage 575
[6-text p 579] Line 96 ffor that wol turne / rancour and diseseLine 97 Tacord and loue / and many a wrong apese¶ O Bacus / yblessed be thy nameThat so kanst turnen / ernest in-to gameLine 100 Worshipe and thank be to thy deiteeOf that mateere / ye gete namoore of meTelle on thy tale / Manciple I thee preye¶ Wel sire quod he / now herkneth what I seye
Line 104
descriptionPage 576
[6-text p 580]
¶ Heere bigynneth the Manciples tale / of the Crowe .
WHan Phebus / dwelled heere / in this world adounAs olde bookes / maken menciounHe was / the mooste lusty BachilerIn al this world / and eek the beste ArcherHe slow Phiton / the serpent as he laySlepynge / agayn the sonne vpon a dayAnd many another / noble worthy dedeHe with his bowe wroghte / as men may redeLine 112 ¶ Pleyen he koude / on euery MynstralcieAnd syngen / that it was a melodieTo heeren / of his cleere voys the sounCertes / the kyng of Thebes AmphiounLine 116 That with his syngyng walled that CiteeKoude neuere syngen / half so wel as heeTherto he was / the semelieste manThat is or was / sith þat the world biganLine 120 What nedeth it/ hise fetures to discryueffor in this world / was noon so fair on lyueHe was ther-with / fulfild of gentillesse [folio 207b] Of honour / and of parfit worthynesseLine 124 ¶ This Phebus / that was / flour of BachilrieAs wel / in fredom / as in Chiualrieffor his desport. in signe eek of VictorieOf Phiton / so as telleth vs the storieLine 128 Was wont to beren in his hand a bowe¶ Now hadde this Phebus / in his hous a croweWhich in a Cage / he fostred many a dayAnd taughte it speke / as men teche a Iay
Line 132
descriptionPage 577
[6-text p 581] Line 132 Whit was this Crowe / as a snow whit swanLine 133 And countrefete the speche of euery manHe koude / whan he sholde telle a taleTher-with in al this world / no nyghtyngaleLine 136 Ne koude / by an hondred thousand deelSyngen / so wonder myrily and weel¶ Now hadde this Phebus / in his hous a wyf /Which þat he louede / moore than his lyf/Line 140 And nyght and day / dide euere his diligenceHir for to plese / and doon hire reuerenceSaue oonly / the sothe that I shal saynIalous he was / and wolde haue kept hire faynLine 144 ffor hym were looth / byiaped for to beAnd so is euery wight in swich degreeBut all in ydel / for it auailleth noghtA good wyf / that is clene / of werk and thoghtLine 148 Sholde nat been kept in noon awayt certaynAnd trewely / the labour is in vaynTo kepe a shrewe / for it wol nat beeThis holde I / for a verray nyceteeLine 152 To spille labour / for to kepe wyuesThus writen olde clerkes / in hir lyues
Bvt now to purpos / as I first biganThis worthy Phebus / dooth all that he kanLine 156 To plesen hire / wenynge that swich plesanceAnd for his manhede / and his gouernanceThat no man / sholde han put hym from hire graceBut god it woot. ther may no man embraceLine 160 As to destreyne a thyng. which þat natureHath natureelly / set in a creature¶ Taak any bryd / and put it in a CageAnd do al thyn entente / and thy corageLine 164 To fostre it tendrely / with mete and drynkeOf alle deyntees / þat thou kanst bithynkeAnd keepe it al so clenly / as thou mayAl though his Cage / of gold be neuer so gay
Line 168
descriptionPage 578
[6-text p 582] Line 168 Yet hath this brid / by twenty thousand fooldLine 169 Leuere in a fforest / that is rude and cooldGoon ete wormes / and swich wrecchednesse [folio 208a] ffor euere this brid / wol doon his bisynesseLine 172 To escape out of his Cage / if he mayHis libertee / this brid desireth ay¶ Lat take a Cat and fostre hym wel with MilkAnd tendre flessh / and make his couche of silkLine 176 And lat hym seen / a Mous go by the walAnon he weyueth / Milk / and flessh and alAnd euery deyntee / that is in that housSwich appetit he hath / to ete a MousLine 180 Lo / heere hath lust his dominacionAnd Appetit fleemeth discrecion¶ A she wolf / hath also / a vileyns kyndeThe lewedeste wolf / þat she may fyndeLine 184 Or leest of reputacion / that wol she takeIn tyme / whan hir lust to han a make¶ Alle thise ensamples / speke I by thise menThat been vntrewe / and no thyng by wommenLine 188 ffor men han euere / a likerous appetitOn lower thyng to parfourne hire delitThan on hire wyues / be they neuer so faireNe neuer so trewe / ne so debonaireLine 192 fflessh is so newefangel with meschaunceThat we ne konne / in no thyng han plesaunceThat sowneth in-to vertu / any while¶ This Phebus / which þat thoghte vpon no gileLine 196 Deceyued was / for al his Ioliteeffor vnder hym / another hadde sheeA man / of litel reputacionNat worth to Phebus / in comparisonLine 200 The moore harm is / it happeth ofte soOf which ther cometh / muchel harm and wo¶ And so bifel / whan Phebus was absentHis wyf anon / hath for hir lemman sent
Line 204
descriptionPage 579
[6-text p 583] Line 204 Hir lemman? certes this is a knauyssh specheLine 205 fforyeueth it me / and that I yow biseche¶ The wise Plato seith / as ye may redeThe word / moot nede accorde with the dedeLine 208 If men shal telle proprely a thyngThe word / moot cosyn be to the werkyngI am a boystous man / right thus seye ITher nys no difference trewelyLine 212 Bitwixe a wyf/ þat is of heigh degreeIf of hire body / dishoneste she beeAnd a poure wenche /? oother than thisIf it so be / they werke bothe amysLine 216 But þat the gentile / in hire estaat aboueShe shal be cleped / his lady as in loueAnd for that oother / is a poure womman [folio 208b] She shal be cleped / his wenche / or his lemmanLine 220 And god it woot myn owene deere brotherMen leyn þat oon / as lowe as lith þat oother¶ Right so / bitwixe a titlelees tirant/And an Outlawe / or a theef errantLine 224 The same I seye / ther is no differenceTo Alisaundre / was toold this sentenceThat for the tirant is of gretter myghtBy force of meynee / for to sleen doun rightLine 228 And brennen hous and hoom / and make al playnLo / therfore / is he cleped a CapitaynAnd for the Outlawe / hath but smal meyneeAnd may nat doon / so greet an harm as heLine 232 Ne brynge a contree / to so greet mescheef/Men clepen hym / an Outlawe / or a theef /But for I am a man / noght textueelI wol noght telle / of textes neuer a deelLine 236 I wol go / to my tale / as I biganWhan Phebus wyf / had sent for hir lemmanAnon they wroghten / al hire lust volage¶ The white crowe / they heeng ay in the Cage
Line 240
descriptionPage 580
[6-text p 584] Line 240 Biheeld hire werk and seyde neuer a wordLine 241 And whan þat hoom was come Phebus the lordThis Crowe sang / Cokkow / Cokkow / Cokkow /¶ What bryd quod Phebus / what song syngestow?Line 244 Ne were thow wont/ so myrily to syngeThat to myn herte / it was a reioysyngeTo heere thy voys / allas what song is this?¶ By god quod he / I synge nat amysLine 248 Phebus quod he / for al thy worthynesseffor al thy beautee / and thy gentilesseffor al thy song/ and thy Mynstralcyeffor al thy waityng blered is thyn eyeLine 252 With oon / of litel reputacionNoght worth to thee / in comparisonThe montance of a gnat/ so moote I thryueffor on thy bed / thy wyf / I saugh hym swy & cetera¶ What wol ye moore / the Crowe anon hym toldeBy sadde tokenes / and by wordes boldeHow þat his wyf had doon hire lecheryeHym to greet/ shame / and to greet vileynyeLine 260 And tolde hym ofte / he saugh it with hise eyen¶ This Phebus / gan aweyward for to wryenAnd thoughte / his sorweful herte brast atwoHis bowe he bente / and sette ther-Inne a floLine 264 And in his Ire / his wyf / thanne hath he slaynThis is theffect. ther is namoore to saynffor sorwe of which / he brak his Mynstralcie [folio 209a] Bothe harpe / and lute / and Gyterne / and sautrieLine 268 And eek he brak hise Arwes / and his boweAnd after that/ thus spak he to the crowe¶ Traitour quod he / with tonge of ScorpionThou hast me broght/ to my confusionLine 272 Allas that I was wroght / why nere I deedO deere wyf o gemme of lustiheedThat were to me / so sad / and eek so treweNow listow deed / with face pale of hewe
Line 276
descriptionPage 581
[6-text p 585] Line 276 fful giltlees / that dorste I swere ywysLine 277 O rakel hand / to doon so foule amysO trouble wit o Ire reccheleesThat vnauysed / smyteth giltlesLine 280 O wantrust . ful of fals suspecionWhere was thy wit and thy discrecionO euery man / be war of rakelnesseNe trowe no thyng with-outen strong witnesseLine 284 Smyt nat to soone / er þat ye witen whyAnd beeth auysed / wel and sobrelyEr ye doon / any execucionVp on youre Ire / for suspecionLine 288 Allas / a thousand folk hath rakel Ireffully fordoon / and broght hem in the MireAllas / for sorwe .I wol my seluen slee¶ And to the Crowe / o false theef seyde heLine 292 I wol thee quite anon / thy false taleThou songe whilom / lyk a nyghtyngaleNow shaltow false theef thy song forgonAnd eek thy white fetheres euerichonLine 296 Ne neuere in al thy lif/ ne shaltou spekeThus shal men / on a traytour been awrekeThou / and thyn of-spryng/ euere shul be blakeNe neuere / sweete voys shul ye makeLine 300 But euere crie / agayn tempest and raynIn tokenynge / þat thurgh thee / my wyf is slaynAnd to the Crowe / he stirte / and that anonAnd pulled / hise white fetheres euerychonLine 304 And made hym blak and refte hym al his songAnd eek his speche / and out at dore hym slongVn-to the deuel / which I hym bitakeAnd for this caas / been alle Crowes blakeLine 308
LOrdynges / by this ensample I yow preyeBeth war / and taketh kepe what I seyeNe telleth neuere / no man in youre lyfHow þat another man / hath dight his wyf /
Line 312
descriptionPage 582
[6-text p 586] Line 312 He wol yow haten / mortally certeynLine 313 Daun Salomon / as wise clerkes seynTecheth a man / to kepen his tonge weel [folio 209b] But as I seyde / I am noght textueelLine 316 But nathelees / thus taughte me my dameMy sone / thenk/ on the Crowe on goddes nameMy sone / keepe wel thy tonge / and keepe thy freendA wikked tonge / is worse than a feendLine 320 My sone / from a feend / men may hem blesseMy sone / god of his endelees goodnesseWalled a tonge / with teeth and lippes ekeffor man sholde hym auyse / what he speekeLine 324 My sone / ful ofte / for to muche specheHath many a man been spilt as clerkes techeBut for litel speche / auyselyIs no men shent . to speke generallyLine 328 My sone / thy tonge sholdestow restreyneAt alle tymes / but whan thou doost thy peyneTo speke of god / in honour and preyereThe firste vertu sone / if thou wolt leereLine 332 Is to restreyne / and kepe wel thy tongeThus lerne children / whan þat they been yongeMy sone / of muchel spekyng/ yuele auysedTher lasse spekyng/ hadde ynough suffisedLine 336 Comth muchel harm / thus was me toold and taughtIn muchel speche / synne wanteth naughtWostow / wher-of a rakel tonge seruethRight as a swerd / forkutteth and forkeruethLine 340 An Arm atwo / my deere sone right soA tonge / kutteth freendshipe al atwoA Iangler / is to god abhomynableReed Salomon / so wys and honurableLine 344 Reed Dauid in hise psalmes / reed SenekkeMy sone spek nat but with thyn heed thou bekkeDissimule as thou were deef / if that thou heereA Iangler /. speke of perilous mateere
Line 348
descriptionPage 583
[6-text p 587] Line 348 The flemyng seith / and lerne it if thee lesteLine 349 That litel Ianglyng causeth muchel restMy sone / if thou no wikked word hast seydThee thar nat drede / for to be biwreydLine 352 But he þat hath mysseyd / I dar wel saynHe may by no wey / clepe his word agaynThyng that is seyd is seyd / and forth it goothThough hym repente / or be hym leef / or loothLine 356 He is his thral / to whom þat he hath saydA tale / of which he is now yuele apaydMy sone be war / and be noon Auctour neweOf tidynges / wheither they been false or treweLine 360 Wher so thou come / amonges hye or loweKepe wel thy tonge / and thenk vp-on the CroweLine 362
¶ Heere is ended / the Manciples tale of the Crowe .