The Hengwrt ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
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The Hengwrt ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
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Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
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London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,
1868-1879.
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GROUP C. FRAGMENT IV.
§ 1. THE DOCTOR'S TALE.
HENGWRT MS.
¶ Here bigynneth / the Phisiciens tale. [folio 191b]
THer was / as telleth Titus LiuiusA knyght/ that called was Virginiusffulfild of honour / and of worthynesseAnd strong of freendes / and of greet richesseLine 4 ¶ This knyght a doghter hadde by his wifNe children hadde he mo / in al his lifffair was this mayde / in excellent beauteeAbouen euery wight þat man may seeLine 8 ffor Nature hath / with souereyn diligenceYformed hire / in so greet excellenceAs thogh she wolde seyn / lo I natureThus kan I forme / and peynte a creatureLine 12 Whan þat me list who kan me countrefetePigmalion noght thogh he ay forge and beteOr graue / or peynte / for I dar wel seynApelles Zanzis / sholde werche in veynOuther to graue / or peynte / or forge / or beteIf they presumeden / me to countrefeteffor he that is / the formere principalHath maked me / his vicaire generalLine 20 To forme and peynten / erthely creaturisRight as me list and ech thyng in my cure isVnder the Moone / that may wane and waxeAnd for my werk right no thyng wol I axe
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[6-text p 304] Line 24 My lord and I / been ful of oon acordI made hire / to the worshipe of my lordSo do I / alle myne othere creaturesWhat colour þat they han / or what figuresLine 28 Thus semeth me / that nature wolde seyeThis mayde of age / xij. yeer was and tweyeIn which þat nature / hadde swich delitffor / right as she kan peynte a lilye whitLine 32 And reed a Rose / right with swich peyntureShe peynted hath / this noble creatureEr she were born / vp-on hir lymes freeWher as by right swiche colours sholden beLine 36 And Phebus / dyed hath hir tresses grete [folio 192a] Lyk to the stremys / of his burned heteAnd if þat excellent was hir beauteeA thousand fold / moore vertuous was sheLine 40 In hire / ne lakked no condicionThat is to preyse / as by discrecionAs wel in goost as body / chaast was sheffor which / she floured in virginiteeLine 44 With all humilitee / and abstinenceWith all atemperance / and pacienceWith mesure eek / of beryng and arrayDiscreet she was / in answeryng alwayLine 48 Thogh she were wise Pallas / dar I seynHir facound eek / ful wommanly and pleynNo countrefeted termes / hadde sheTo seme wys / but after hir degreeLine 52 She spak/ and alle hir wordes / moore and lesseSownynge in vertu / and in gentilesseShamefast she was / in maydens shamefastnesseConstant in herte / and euere in bisynesseLine 56 To dryue hire out of ydel slogardyeBacus hadde of hir mouth / right no maistryeffor wyn and youthe / dooth Venus encresseAs men in fyr / wil casten oille / or gresse
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[6-text p 305] Line 60 And of hir owene vertu / vnconstreynedShe hath ful ofte tyme / syk hir feynedffor þat she wolde / fleen the compaignyeWhere likly was / to treten of folyeLine 64 As is at festes / reuels / and at dauncesThat been occasions / of daliauncesSwich thyng maken children for to beTo soone rype / and boold / as men may seLine 68 Which is ful perilous / and hath be yooreffor al to soone / may they lerne looreOf boldnesse / whan she woxe is a wyf/¶ And ye Maistresses / in youre olde lyfLine 72 That lordes doghtres / han in gouernanceNe taketh of my wordes / no displesanceThenketh / þat ye been set in gouernyngesOf lordes doghtres / oonly for two thyngesLine 76 ¶ Owther / for ye han kept youre honestee [folio 192b] Or ellis / ye han falle in freleteeAnd knowen wel ynow / the olde daunceAnd han forsaken fully / swich meschaunceLine 80 ffor euere mo / therfore / for Cristes sakeTo teche hem vertu / looke þat ye ne slake¶ A theef of venyson / that hath forlaftHis likerousnesse / and al his olde craftLine 84 Kan kepe a fforest best of any manNow kepeth wel / for if ye wole ye kanLooke wel þat ye / vn-to no vice assenteLest ye be dampned / for youre wikke ententeLine 88 ffor who so dooth / a traytour is certeynAnd taketh kepe / of that þat I shal seynOf alle treson / souerayn pestilenceIs / whan a wight bitrayseth InnocenceLine 92 ¶ Ye fadres / and ye modres eek alsoThogh ye han children / be it oon or moYoure is the charge / of al hir surueanceWhil þat they been / vnder youre gouernance
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[6-text p 306] Line 96 Beth war / if by ensample of youre lyuyngeOr by youre necligence / in chastisyngeThat they perisse / for I dar wel seyeIf þat they doon / ye shul it deere abeyeLine 100 Vnder a Shepherde / softe and necligentThe wolf hath many a sheepe / and lomb to-rentSuffiseth oon ensample / now as heereffor I moot turne agayn to my matereLine 104 ¶ This mayde of which / I wol this tale expresseSo kepte hir self hir neded no maistresseffor in hir lyuyng maydens myghten redeAs in a book euery good word / or dedeLine 108 That longeth / to a mayden vertuousShe was so prudent and so bounteuousffor which the fame out sproong on euery sydeBothe of hir beautee / and hir bountee / wydeLine 112 That thurgh that land / they preysed hire echoneThat loued vertu / saue enuye alloneThat sory is / of oother mennes weleAnd glad is / of his sorwe / and his vnheeleLine 116 The doctor / maketh this discripcioun [folio 193a] This mayde / vp-on a day / wente in the tounToward a temple / with hir moder deereAs is / of yonge maydens the manereLine 120 ¶ Now was ther thanne / a Iustice in that tounThat gouernour was / of that RegiounAnd so bifel / this Iuge hise eyen casteVp-on this mayde / auysynge hym ful fasteLine 124 As she cam forby / ther as this Iuge stoodAnoon his herte chaunged / and his moodSo was he caught with beautee of this maydeAnd to hym self / ful pryuely he saydeLine 128 This mayde shal be myn / for any manAnon the feend / in-to his herte ranAnd taughte hym sodeynly / þat he by slyghteThis mayden / to his purpos wynne myghte
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[6-text p 307] Line 132 ffor certes / by no force / ne by no meedeHym thoughte / he was nat able for to speedeffor she was strong of freendes / and eek sheConfermed was / in swich souerayn bounteeLine 136 That wel he wiste / he myghte hir neuere wynneAs for to make hire / with hir body synneffor which / by greet deliberaciounHe sente after a cherl / was in the townLine 140 Which þat he knew / for subtil and for boldThis Iuge vn-to this cherl / his tale hath toldIn secree wise / and made hym to ensureHe sholde telle it to no creatureLine 144 And if he dide / he sholde lese his heedWhan þat assented was / this cursed reedGlad was this Iuge / and maked hym gret cheereAnd yaf hym yiftes / preciouse and deereLine 148 ¶ Whan shapen was / al hir conspiracieffro point to point how þat his lecherieParfourned sholde been / ful subtillyAs ye shul heere it after openlyLine 152 ¶ Hom goth the cherl / that highte ClaudiusThis false Iuge / that highte ApiusSo was his name / for this is no fableBut knowen / for historial thyng notableLine 156 The sentence of it sooth is out of doute [folio 193b] This false Iuge / gooth now faste abouteTo hasten his delit al that he mayAnd so bifel / soone after on a dayLine 160 This false Iuge / as telleth vs the storieAs he was wont sat in his ConsistorieAnd yaf his domes / vp-on sondry cas¶ This false cherl cam forth / a ful gret pasLine 164 And seyde / lord if þat it be youre willeAs dooth me right vp-on this pitous billeIn which / I pleyne vp-on VirginiusAnd if þat he wol seyn / it is nat thus
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[6-text p 308] Line 168 I wol it preue / and fynde good witnesseThat sooth is / that my bille wol expresse¶ This Iuge answerde / of this in his absenceI may nat yeue / diffynytif sentenceLine 172 Lat do hym calle / and I wol gladly heereThow shalt haue al right and no wrong heereVirginius cam to wite / the Iuges willeAnd right anon / was rad this cursed billeLine 176 The sentence of it was as ye shul heere¶ To yow my lord / sire Apius so deereSheweth / youre poure seruant ClaudiusHow þat a knyght called VirginiusLine 180 Agayns the lawe / agayn al equiteeHoldeth expres / agayn the wyl of meMy seruant which þat is my thral by rightWhich fro myn hous / was stole vp-on a nyghtLine 184 Whil that she was ful yong this wol I preueBy witnesse lord / so þat it nat yow greueShe nys his doghter nat what so he seyeWher to yow / my lord the Iuge I preyeLine 188 Yeld me my thral / if þat it be youre willeLo / this was al the sentence / of his bille¶ Virginius / gan vp-on the cherl biholdeBut hastily / er he his tale toldeLine 192 And wolde haue proued it as sholde a knyghtAnd eek by witnessynge / of many a wightThat it was fals / that seyde his AduersarieThis cursed Iuge / wolde no thyng tarieLine 196 Ne here a word / moore of Virginius [folio 194a] But yaf his Iuggement and seyde thus /¶ I deme anon / this cherl / his seruant haueThou shalt no lenger / in thyn hous hir saueLine 200 Go bryng hir forth / and put hire in oure wardeThe cherl shal han his thral / this I awarde¶ And whan / this worthy knyght VirginiusThurgh sentence / of this Iustice Apius
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[6-text p 309] Line 204 Moste by force / his deere doghter yeuenVn-to the Iuge / in lecherie to lyuenHe goth hym hom / and sette hym in his halleAnd leet anoon / his deere doghter calleLine 208 And with a face deed / as asshen coldeVp-on hir humble face / he gan biholdeWith fadres pitee / stikyng thurgh his herteAl wolde he / from his purpos nat conuerteLine 212 ¶ Doghter quod he / Virginia by thy nameTher been two weyes / outher deeth / or shameThat thow most suffre / allas þat I was boreffor neuere / thow deseruedest wherforeLine 216 To dyen / with a swerd / or with a knyfO deere doghter / endere of my lyfWhich I haue fostred vp / with swich plesanceThat thow were neuere / out of my remembranceLine 220 O doghter / which that art my laste woAnd in my lyf my laste ioye alsoO gemme of chastitee / in pacienceTak thow thy deeth / for this is my sentenceLine 224 ffor loue / and nat for hate / thow most be deedMy pitous hand / moot smyten of thyn heedAllas / þat euere Apius thee sayThus hath he falsly / Iugged thee to dayLine 228 And tolde hire al the cas / as ye biforeHan herd / nat nedeth for to telle it moore¶ O mercy deere fader / quod this maydeAnd with that word / she bothe hir armes laydeLine 232 Aboute his nekke / as she was wont to doThe teeris borste / out of hir eyen twoAnd seyde / goode fader / shal I dyeIs ther no grace / is ther no remedyeLine 236 ¶ No certes / deere doghter myn quod he [folio 194b] ¶ Thanne yif me leyser / fader myn quod sheMy deeth for to compleyne / a litel spaceLine 239 ffor pardee Iepte / yaf his doghter grace
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[6-text p 310] ffor to compleyne / er he hir slowe allasAnd god it woot no thyng was hir trespasBut for she ran / hir fader for to seTo welcome hym / with greet solempnyteeLine 244 And with that word / she fil aswowne anonAnd after / whan hir swownyng is agonShe riseth vp / and to hir fader saydeBlessed be god / þat I shal dye a maydeLine 248 Yif me my deeth / er þat I haue a shameDooth with youre child / youre wyl a goddes nameAnd with that word / she preyed hym ful ofteThat with his swerd / he wolde smyte softeLine 252 And with that word / aswowne doun she fil¶ Hir fader / with ful sorweful herte and wilHir heed of smoot and by the tope it henteAnd to the Iuge / he gan it to presenteLine 256 As he sat yet in doom / in Consistorie¶ And whan the Iuge it saw / as seith the storieHe bad to take hym / and anhange hym fasteBut right anon / a thousand peple In thrasteLine 260 To saue the knyght for routhe and for piteeffor knowen was / the false Iniquitee¶ The peple anon / hadde suspect in this thyngBy manere / of the cherles chalangyngLine 264 That it was / by the assent of ApiusThey wisten wel / þat he was lecherusffor which / vn-to this Apius they gonAnd caste hym in a prison / right anonLine 268 Ther as he slow hym self / and ClaudiusThat seruant was / vn-to this ApiusWas demed / for to hange vp on a treeBut that Virginius / of his piteeLine 272 So preyde for hym / that he was exiledAnd ellis certes / he hadde been bigyledThe remenant were anhanged / moore and lesseThat were consentant of this cursednesse
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[6-text p 311] Line 276 ¶ Heere may men seen / how synne hath his merite [folio 195a] Beth war / for no man woot whom god wol smyteIn no degree / ne in which manere wiseThe worm of conscience / may agriseLine 280 Of wikked lyf / thogh it so pryuee beThat no man woot ther of / but god and heffor be he lewed man / or ellis leredHe noot how soone / that he shal been aferedLine 284 Ther-fore I rede yow / this conseil takefforsaketh synne / er synne yow forsake [6-text p 312]
¶ Here endeth the Phisiciens tale.
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¶ The myry talkyng of the Hoost to the Phisicien and the Pardoner.
Oure Hoost gan to swere / as he were woodHarrow quod he / by nayles and by bloodLine 288 This was a fals cherl / and a fals IustiseAs shameful deeth / as herte may deuyseCome to thise Iuges / and hir AduocatzAlgate this sely made / is slayn allasLine 292 Allas / to deere boghte she beauteeWherfore I seye alday / þat men may seThat yiftes of ffortune / and of natureBeen cause of deeth / to many a creatureLine 296 . . . . .. . . . .Of bothe yiftes / þat I speke of nowMen han ful ofte / moore for harm than prowLine 300 ¶ But trewely / myn owene maister deereThis is a pitous tale / for to heereBut nathelees passe ouer / is no forsI pray to god / so saue thy gentil corsLine 304 And eek thyne vrynals / and thy IurdonesThyn Ypocras / and eek thy galyonesAnd euery boyste / ful of thy letuarieGod blesse hem / and oure lady Seinte MarieLine 308 So mote I then / thow art a propre manAnd lyk a prelat / by Seint RonyanSeyde I nat wel / I kan nat speke in terme [folio 195b] But wel I woot thow doost myn herte to ermeLine 312 That I almoost haue caught a CardynacleBy corpus bones / but if I haue triacleOr ellis a draghte / of moyste and corny aleOr but I heere anon / a murye tale
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[6-text p 313] Line 316 Myn herte is lost for pitee of this mayde¶ Thow beel amy / thow Pardoner he saydeTel vs som myrthe / or Iapes right anon¶ It shal be doon quod he / by Seint RonyonLine 320 But first quod he / heere at this ale stakeI wol bothe drynke / and eten of a Cake¶ And right anon / thise gentils gonne to cryeNay lat hym telle vs / of no ribawdyeLine 324 Tel vs som moral thyng / þat we may leereSom wit / and thanne wol we gladly heere¶ I graunte ywis quod he / but I moot thynkeVpon som honeste thyng whil þat I drynke
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¶ Radix omnium malorum / est Cupiditas // Ad Thimotheum. 6o..
¶ Here bigynneth the Prologe of the Pardoners tale.
Lordynges quod he / in chirches whan I precheI peyne me / to han an hauteyn specheAnd rynge it out as round as gooth a belle ffor I kan / al by rote that I telleLine 332 My theme is alwey oon / and euere wasRadix malorum / est cupiditas¶ ffirst I pronounce / whennes þat I comeAnd thanne my bulles / shewe I alle & someLine 336 Oure lige lordes seel / on my patenteThat shewe I first my body to warenteThat no man be so boold / ne preest ne clerkMe to destourbe / of Cristes holy werkLine 340 And after that thanne telle I forth my talesBulles of Popes / and of CardynalesOf Patriarkes / and Bisshopes I shewe [folio 196a] And in latyn / I speke a wordes feweLine 344 To saffron with / my predicacionAnd for to stire hem / to deuocion¶ Thanne shewe I forth / my longe cristal stonesYerammed ful / of cloutes and of bonesLine 348 Relikes been they / as wenen they echonThanne haue I in a laton / a shulder bonWhich þat was / of an holy Iewes sheepeGoode men I seye / tak of my wordes keepeLine 352 If þat this boon be wasshe / in any welleIf cow / or calf or sheepe / or Oxe swelleThat any worm hath ete / or worm ystongeTaak water of that welle / and wasshe his tonge
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[6-text p 315] Line 356 And it is hool anoon / and forther moorOf pokkes / and of Scabbe / and euery soorShal euery sheepe be hool / þat of this welleDrynketh a draughte / taak kepe eek what I telleLine 360 ¶ If þat the goode man / þat the bestes owethWol euery wike / er þat the cok hym crowethffastynge / drynken of this welle a draghteAs thilke holy Iew / oure eldres taghteLine 364 Hise bestes and his stoor / shal multiplieAnd sire also / it heeleth Ialousieffor thogh a man / be falle in Ialous rageLat maken with this water / his potageLine 368 And neuere shal he moore / his wyf mystristeThogh he the soothe / of hir defaute wisteAl hadde she / taken preestes / two or thre¶ Heere is a Miteyn eek / þat ye may seLine 372 He þat his hand / wol putte / in this MitaynHe shal haue / multiplyyng of his graynWhan he hath sowen / be it whete or OtesSo þat / he / offre pens / or ellis grotesLine 376 ¶ Goode men and wommen / o thyng warne I yowIf any wight be in this chirche nowThat hath doon synne horrible / that heDar nat for shame / of it yshryuen beLine 380 Or any womman / be she yong or oldThat hath ymaked / hir housbond CokewoldSwich folk/ shal haue no power / ne no grace [folio 196b] To offren to my Relikes / in this placeLine 384 And who so fyndeth hym / out of swich blameHe wol come vp / and offre a goddes nameAnd I assoille hym / by the auctoriteeWhich þat by bulle / ygraunted was to meLine 388 ¶ By this gaude / have I wonne / yeer by yeerAn hundred mark sith I was PardonerI stonde lyk a Clerk/ in my pulpetAnd whan that lewed peple / is doun yset
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[6-text p 316] Line 392 I preche so / as ye han herd biforeAnd telle / an hundred false Iapes moreThanne peyne I me / to strecche forth the nekkeAnd Est and west vp-on the peple I bekkeLine 396 As dooth a dowue / sittyng on a berneMyne handes / and my tonge goon so yerneThat it is ioye / to se my bisynesseOf Auarice / and of swich cursednesseLine 400 Is al my prechyng for to make hem freeTo yeuen hir pens / and namely vn-to meffor myn entente is nat but for to wynneAnd no thyng for correccioun of synneLine 404 I rekke neuere / whan þat they been beryedThogh þat hir soules / goon a blakeberyedffor certes / many a predicacionComth ofte tyme / of yuel entencionLine 408 ¶ Som for plesance of folk and flateryeTo been auanced / by ypocrisieAnd som for veyne glorie / and som for hateffor whan I dar / noon oother weyes debateLine 412 Thanne wol I stynge hym / with my tonge smerteIn prechyng so þat he shal nat asterteTo been diffamed falsly / if þat heHath trespased / to my bretheren / or to meLine 416 ffor though I telle noght his propre nameMen shal wel knowe / that it is the sameBy signes / and by othere circumstancesThus quyte I folk that doon vs displesancesLine 420 Thus spete I out my venym vnder heweOf holynesse / to seme holy and treweBut shortly / myn entente I wol deuyse [folio 197a] I preche of no thyng but for coueitiseLine 424 Ther-fore my theme is yet and euere wasRadix malorum / est Cupiditas¶ Thus kan I preche / agayn that same viceWhich þat I vse / and that is Auarice
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[6-text p 317] Line 428 But though my self be gilty in that synneYet kan I make / oother folk to twynneffrom Auarice / and soore to repenteBut that is nat my principal ententeLine 432 I preche no thyng but for coueitiseOf this matere / it oghte ynow suffise¶ Thanne telle I hem / ensamples many oonOf olde stories / longe tyme agoonLine 436 ffor lewed peple / louen tales oldeSwiche thynges / kan they wel reporte & holdeWhat trowe ye / þat whiles I may precheAnd wynne / gold and siluer / for I techeLine 440 That I wol lyue in pouerte / wilfullyNay nay / I thoghte it neuere trewelyffor I wol preche / and begge / in sondry landesI wol nat do no labour / with myne handesLine 444 Ne make baskettes / and lyue ther byBy cause / I wol nat beggen ydellyI wol / none of the Apostles countrefeteI wol haue moneye / wolle / chese / and wheteLine 448 Al were it yeuen / of the pouerest pageOr of the pouereste widwe / in a VillageAl sholde hir children / sterue for famyneNay I wol drynke / licour of the vyneLine 452 And haue a ioly wenche / in euery tounBut herkneth lordynges / in conclusiounYoure likyng is / þat I shal telle a taleNow haue I dronke / a draghte of corny AleLine 456 By god I hope / I shal yow telle a thyngThat shal by reson / been at youre likyngffor thogh my self be / a ful vicious manA moral tale / yet I yow telle kanLine 460 Which I am wont to preche / for to wynneNow holde youre pees / my tale I wol bigynne
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[H]ere bigynneth / the Pardoners tale.
IN fflandres / whilom was a compaignye [folio 197b] Of yonge folk that haunteden folyeLine 464 As Riot hasard / Stewes / and TauernesWhere as with harpes / lutes / and gyternesThey daunce / and pleyen at dees / bothe day & nyghtAnd ete also and drynke / ouer hir myghtLine 468 Thurgh which / they doon the deuel sacrifiseWith-Inne that deueles temple / in cursed wiseBy superfluytee / abhomynableHir othes been so grete / and so dampnableLine 472 That it is grisly / for to heere hem swereOure blissed lordes body / they to-tereHem thoughte / that Iewes / rente hym noght ynoughAnd eech of hem / at otheres synne loughLine 476 And right anon / thanne coomen Tombesteresffetys and smale / and yonge ffrutesteresSyngeris with harpes / Baudes / waufereresWhiche been / the verray deueles OfficersLine 480 To kyndle and blowe / the fyr of lecheryeThat is annexed / vn-to glotonyeThe holy writ take I / to my witnesseThat luxure / is in wyn / and dronkenesse¶ Lo how þat dronken loth / vnkyndelyLay by his doghtres two / vnwitynglySo dronke he was / he nyste what he wroghteHerodes / who so wel the stories soghteLine 488 [. . . . . . . . . .
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[6-text p 319] Whan he of wyn was replet at his festeLine 489 Right at his owene table / he yaf his hesteTo sleen the Baptist Iohn / ful gilteleesSenec seith a good word douteleesLine 492 ¶ He seith / he kan no difference fyndeBitwix a man / that is out of his myndeAnd a man / which þat is dronkeleweBut that woodnesse / yfallen in a shereweLine 496 Perseuereth lenger / than dooth dronkenesseO glotonye / ful of cursednesseO cause first of oure confusionO original / of oure dampnacionLine 500 Til Crist hadde boght vs / with his blood agaynLo how deere / shortly for to saynAboght was / thilke cursed vileynye [folio 198a] Corupt was al this world for glotonyeLine 504 Adam oure fader/ and his wyf alsoffro Paradys / to labour and to woWere dryuen for that vice / it is no dredeffor whil þat Adam fasted / as I redeLine 508 He was in Paradys / and whan þat heEet of the frut defended on a treeAnon he was out cast to wo and peyneO glotonye / on thee wel oghte vs pleyneLine 512 ¶ O wiste a man / how manye maladiesffolwen of excesse / and of glotonyesHe wolde been / the moore mesurableOf his diete / sittyng at his tableLine 516 Allas the shorte throte / the tendre mouthMaketh / þat Est and West and North and SouthIn erthe / in Eyr / in Water / men to swynkeTo gete a gloton / deyntee mete and drynkeLine 520 Of this matere / o Paul / wel kanstow treteMete vn-to wombe / and wombe eek vn-to meteShal god destroyen bothe / as Paulus seithAllas a foul thyng is it by my feith
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[6-text p 320] To seye this word / and fouler is the dedeLine 525 Whan man so drynketh / of the white & redeThat of his throte / he maketh his pryueeThurgh / thilke cursed superfluiteLine 528 ¶ The Apostle wepyng seith ful pitouslyTher walken manye / of whiche yow toold haue II seye it now wepyng with pitous voysTher been enemys / of Cristes croysLine 532 Of whiche the ende is deth / wombe is hir godO wombe / o bely / o stynkyng codffulfilled of dong and of corrupciounAt either ende of thee / foul is the sounLine 536 How greet labour / and cost is thee to fyndeThise Cokes / how they stampe / & streyne / & gryndeAnd turnen substance / in-to accidentTo fulfillen al / the likerous talentLine 540 Out of the harde bones / knokke theyThe mary / for they caste nat aweyThat may go thurgh the golet softe and soote [folio 198b] Of Spicerie / of lief / and bark/ and rooteLine 544 Shal been his Sauce / ymaked by delitTo make hym yet a newer appetitBut certes / he that haunteth swiche delicesIs deed / whil þat he lyueth in tho vices¶ A lecherous thyng is wyn // and dronkenesseIs ful of stryuyng and of wrecchednesseO dronke man / disfigured is thy faceSour is thy breeth / foul artow to embraceLine 552 And thurgh thy dronke nose / semeth the sounAs thogh thou seydest ay / Sampsoun SampsounAnd yet god woot Sampson drank neuere no wynThou fallest as it were a stiked swynLine 556 Thy tonge is lost and al thyn honest cureffor dronkenesse / is verray sepultureOf mannes wit and his discrecionIn whom þat drynke / hath domynacion
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[6-text p 321] Line 560 He kan no conseil kepe / it is no dredeNow kepe yow / fro the white and fro the redeAnd namely / fro the white wyn of lepeThat is to selle / in ffisshstrete / or in ChepeLine 564 This wyn of Spaigne / crepeth subtillyIn othere wynes / growynge faste byOf which / ther riseth swich fumositeeThat whan a man / hath dronken draghtes threLine 568 And weneth þat he be / at hom in ChepeHe is in Spaigne / right at the toune of lepeNat at the Rochel / ne at Burdeux tounAnd thanne wol he seyn / Sampson SampsounLine 572 ¶ But herkneth lordynges / o word I yow preyeThat alle the souereyn actes / dar I seyeOf victories / in the olde testamentThurgh verray god / that is omnipotentLine 576 Were doon in abstinence / and in prayereLooketh the Bible / and ther ye may it leere¶ Looke Attilla / the grete conquerourDeyde in his sleepe / with shame and dishonourLine 580 Bledyng at his nose / in dronkenesseA Capitayn / sholde lyue in sobrenesse¶ And ouer al this / auyseth yow right wel [folio 199a] What was comaunded / vn-to LamwelLine 584 Nat Samuel / but Lamwel seye IRedeth the Bible / and fynd it expreslyOf wyn yeuynge / to hem þat han IustiseNamoore of this / for it may wel suffiseLine 588 ¶ And now / that I haue spoken of glotonyeNow wol I / yow defende hasardryeHasard / is verray moder of lesyngesAnd of deceite / and cursed forsweryngesBlaspheme of Crist manslaughtre / and wast alsoOf catel / and of tyme / and forthermoIt is reproue / and contrarie of honourffor to ben holden / a commune hasardour
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[6-text p 322] Line 596 And euere the hyer / he is of estaatThe moore is he holden desolatIf þat a Prynce / vseth hasardryeIn alle gouernance / and policyeLine 600 He is / as by commune opynyonYholde / the lasse in reputacion¶ Stilbon / that was a wys EmbassadourWas sent to Corynthe / in ful gret honourLine 604 ffro lacedomye / to make hire alliaunceAnd whan he cam / hym happed par chaunceThat alle the gretteste / þat were of that londPleiynge at the hasard / he hem fondLine 608 ffor which as soone / as it myghte beHe stal hym hom agayn / to his contreeAnd seyde / ther wol I nat lese my nameNy wol nat take on me / so greet defameLine 612 Yow for to allie / vn-to none hasardoursSendeth / othere wise Embassadoursffor by my trouthe / me were leuere dyeThan I yow sholde / to hasardours allyeLine 616 ffor ye that been / so glorious in honoursShal nat allye yow / with hasardoursAs by my wyl / ne as by my treteeThis wise Philosophre / thus seyde heLine 620 ¶ Looke eek / that to the kyng DemetriusThe kyng of Parthes / as the book seith vsSente hym a paire of dees / of gold in scorn [folio 199b] ffor he hadde vsed / hasard ther bifornLine 624 ffor which / he heeld his glorie / or his renounAt no value / or reputaciounLordes may fynden / oother manere pleyHoneste ynow / to dryue the day aweyLine 628 ¶ Now wol I speke / of oothes false and greteA word or two / as olde bokes trete¶ Greet sweryng is a thyng abhomynableAnd fals sweryng is yet moore repreuable
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[6-text p 323] Line 632 The heighe god / forbad sweryng at alWitnesse on Mathew / but in specialOf sweryng seith the holy IeremyeThow shalt swere sooth thyne othes / & nat lyeLine 636 And swere in doom / and eek in rightwisnesseBut ydel sweryng is a cursednesse¶ Bihoold and se / þat in the firste tableOf heighe goddes hestes honurableLine 640 How þat the seconde heste of hym / is thisTake nat my name / in ydel or amysLo rather he forbedeth · swich sweryngThan homycide / or many a cursed thyngLine 644 I seye / þat as by ordre / thus it standethThis knoweth / that hise hestes vnderstandethHow that the seconde heste of god / is thatAnd forther ouer / I wol thee telle al platLine 648 That vengeance / shal nat parten from his housThat of hise othes / is to outrageousBy goddes precious herte / and by his naylesAnd by the blood of Crist that is in haylesLine 652 Seuene is my chance / and thyn is cynk & treyeBy goddes armes / if thow falsly pleyeThis dagger / shal thurgh out thyn herte goThis frut cometh / of the bicche bones twoLine 656 fforsweryng / Ire / falsnesse / homycideNow for the loue of Crist that for vs dydeLete youre othes / bothe grete and smaleBut sires / now wol I / telle forth my taleLine 660 ¶ Thise Riotours thre / of which I telleLonge erst er Pryme ronge of any belleWere set hem / in a Tauerne to drynke [folio 200a] And as they sat they herde a belle klynkeLine 664 Biforn a cors / was caryed to his graueThat oon of hem / gan callen to his knaueGo bet quod he / and axe redilyWhat cors is this / that passeth heer forby
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[6-text p 324] Line 668 And looke / þat thow reporte his name wel¶ Sire quod this boy / it nedeth neuer a delIt was me told / er ye cam heer two houresHe was pardee / an old felawe of youresLine 672 And sodeynly / he was yslayn to nyghtffordronke / as he sat on his bench vp rightTher cam a priuee theef / men clepeth deethThat in this contree / al the peple sleethLine 676 And with his spere / he smoot his herte atwoAnd wente his wey / with-outen wordes moHe hath / a thousand slayn this pestilenceAnd maister / er ye come in his presenceLine 680 Me thynketh / that it were necessarieffor to be war / of swich an AduersarieBeeth redy / for to meete hym euere mooreThus taughte me my dame / I sey namooreLine 684 ¶ By Seinte Marie / seyde this TauernerThe child seith sooth / for he hath slayn this yerHenne ouer a myle / with-Inne a greet villageBothe man and womman / child and hyne & pageLine 688 I trowe / his habitacion be thereTo been auysed / greet wisdom it wereEr that he dide / a man a dishonour¶ Ye goddes armes / quod this RiotourLine 692 Is it swich peril / with hym for to meeteI shal hym seke / by wey / and eek by StreteI make avow / to goddes digne bonesHerkneth felawes / we thre been al onesLine 696 Lat ech of vs / holde vp his hand to ootherAnd ech of vs / bicome ootheres brotherAnd we wol sleen / this false traytour deethHe shal be slayn / he þat so manye sleethLine 700 By goddes dignytee / er it be nyght¶ Togidres han thise thre / hir trouthes plyghtTo lyue and dyen / ech of hem with oother [folio 200b] As thogh he were / his owene ybore brother
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[6-text p 325] Line 704 And vp they stirte / al dronken / in this rageAnd forth they goon / towardes that villageOf which the Tauernner / hadde spoke bifornAnd many a grisly ooth / thanne han they swornLine 708 And Cristes blessed body / they to-renteDeeth shal be deed / if they may hym hente¶ Whan they han goon / nat fully a myleRight as they wolde / han treden ouer a styleLine 712 An old man and a poure / with hem metteThis olde man / ful mekely hem gretteAnd seyde thus / now lordes god yow se¶ The proudeste / of thise Riotours threLine 716 Answerde agayn / what carl with sory graceWhy artow al forwrapped / saue thy faceWhy lyuestow so longe / in so greet age¶ This olde man / gan looke in his visageLine 720 And seyde thus / for I ne kan nat fyndeA man / thogh þat I walked in-to IndeNeither in Citee / ne in no villageThat wolde chaunge / his youthe for myn ageLine 724 And ther-fore moot I han / myn age stilleAs longe tyme / as it is goddes wille¶ Ne deeth allas / ne wol nat haue my lyfThus walke I / lyk a restelees caytyfLine 728 And on the ground / which is my modres gateI knokke with my staf / bothe erly and lateAnd seye / leeue moder leet me InLo how I vanysshe / flessh & blood & skynLine 732 Allas / whan shal my bones / been at resteModer / with yow / wolde I chaunge my chesteThat in my chambre / longe tyme hath beYe for an heyre clowt to wrappe meLine 736 But yet to me / she wol nat do that graceffor which ful pale / and welked is my faceBut sires / to yow / it is no curteisyeTo speken / to an old man vileynye
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[6-text p 326] Line 740 But he trespase in word / or ellis in dedeIn holy writ ye may your self wel rede¶ Agayns an old man / hoor vp-on his heedYe shal arise / wher-fore I yeue yow reedNe dooth vn-to an old man / noon harm nowLine 745 Namoore than þat ye wolde / men dide to yowIn age // if þat ye so longe abydeAnd god be with yow / wher ye go or rydeLine 748 I moot go thider / as I haue to go¶ Nay olde cherl / by god thow shalt nat soSeyde / this oother hasardour anonThow partest nat so lightly / by Seint IohnLine 752 Thow speeke right now / of thilke traytour deethThat in this contree / alle oure freendes sleethHaue here my trouthe / as thow art his espyeTel wher he is / or thow shalt it abyeLine 756 By god / and by the holy sacramentffor soothly / thow art oon of his assentTo sleen vs yonge folk thow false theef/¶ Now sires quod he / if þat yow be so leefLine 760 To fynde deeth / turn vp this croked weyffor in that groue / I lafte hym by my feyVnder a tree / and ther he wol abydeNat for youre boost he wol hym no thyng hydeLine 764 Se ye that ook right ther ye schal hym fyndeGod saue yow / that boghte agayn man-kyndeAnd yow amende / thus seyde this olde man¶ And euerich / of thise Riotours ranLine 768 Til he cam to that tree / and ther they foundeOf floryns fyne / of gold / ycoyned roundeWel ny an .viij. busshels / as hem thoughteNo lenger thanne / after deeth they soughteLine 772 But ech of hem / so glad was of the sighteffor þat the floryns / been so faire and brighteThat doun they sette hem / by this precious hoordThe worste of hem / he spak the firste word
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[6-text p 327] Line 776 ¶ Bretheren quod he / taak kepe / what þat I seyeMy wit is greet thogh þat I bourde and pleyeThis tresor hath ffortune / vn-to vs ȝeuenIn myrthe and iolitee / oure lyf to lyuenLine 780 And lightly as it cometh / so wol we spendeEy goddes precious dignytee / who wendeTo day / that we sholde han / so fair a grace [folio 201b] But myghte this gold / be caried fro this placeLine 784 Hoom to myn hous / or ellis vn-to youresffor wel ye woot that al this gold is ouresThanne were we / in heigh feliciteeBut trewely / by daye it may nat beLine 788 Men wolde seyn / þat we were theues strongeAnd for oure owene tresor / doon vs hongeThis tresor / moste ycaried be by nyghteAs wisly / and as sleyly / as it myghteLine 792 Therfore I rede / that cut amonges vs alleBe drawe / and lat se / wher the cut wol falleAnd he þat hath the cut with herte blitheShal renne to towne / and that ful switheLine 796 And brynge vs / breed / and wyn / ful priuelyAnd two of vs / shal kepen subtillyThis tresor wel / and if he wol nat taryeWhan it is nyght we wol this tresor caryeLine 800 By oon assent wher as vs thynketh bestThat oon of hem / the cut broghte in his festAnd bad hem drawe / and looke wher it wol falleAnd it fel / on the yongeste of hem alleLine 804 And forth toward the town / he wente anonAnd also soone / as þat he was agonThat oon of hem / spak thus vn-to that ootherThow knowest wel / thow art my sworn brotherLine 808 Thy profit wol I telle thee anonThow woost wel / þat oure felawe is agonAnd heere is gold / and that ful greet plenteeThat shal departed been / among vs thre
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[6-text p 328] Line 812 But nathelees / if I kan shape it soThat it departed were / among vs twoHadde I nat doon / a freendes torn to thee¶ That oother answerde / I noot how that may beLine 816 He woot þat the gold / is with vs tweyeWhat shal we doon / what shal we to hym seye¶ Shal it be conseil / seyde the firste shreweAnd I shal telle / in a wordes feweLine 820 What we shul doon / and brynge it wel aboute¶ I graunte quod that oother / out of douteThat by my trouthe / I wol thee nat biwreye [folio 202a] ¶ Now quod the firste / thow woost wel we be tweyeLine 824 And two of vs / shul strenger be than oonLooke whan þat he is set that right anonArys / as though thow woldest with hym pleyeAnd I shal ryue hym / thurgh the sydes tweyeLine 828 Whil that thow strogelest with hym / as in gameAnd with thy daggere / looke thow do the sameAnd thanne shal / al this gold departed beMy deere freend / bitwixe thee and meLine 832 Thanne may we bothe / oure lustes al fulfilleAnd pleye at dees / right at oure owene willeAnd thus acorded been / thise sherewes tweyeTo sleen the thridde / as ye han herd me seyeLine 836 ¶ This yongeste / which that wente to the tounfful ofte in herte / he rolleth vp and dounThe beautee of thise floryns / newe & brighteO lord quod he / if so were þat I myghteLine 840 Haue al this tresor / to my self alloneTher is no man / þat lyueth vnder the troneOf god / that sholde lyue / so myrie as IAnd at the laste / the feend oure enemyLine 844 Putte in his thoght þat he sholde poyson beyeWith which he myghte sleen / his felawes tweyeffor why / the feend foond hym / in swich lyuyngeThat he hadde leue / hym to sorwe brynge
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[6-text p 329] Line 848 ffor this was outrely / his ful ententeTo sleen hem bothe / and neuere to repente¶ And forth he goth / no lenger wolde he taryeIn to the toun / vn-to ApothecaryeLine 852 And preyed hym / þat he hym wolde selleSom poyson / that he myghte his rattes quelleAnd eek ther was / a polcat in his haweThat as he seyde / his capons hadde yslaweLine 856 And fayn he wolde / wreke hym if he myghteOn vermyn / that destroyed hym by nyghte¶ The Pothecarie answerde / and thow shalt haueA thyng that also god / my soule saueLine 860 In al this world / ther is no creatureThat ete / or dronke / hath of this confitureNat but the montance / of a corn of whete [folio 202b] That he ne shal his lyf / anoon for-leteLine 864 Ye sterue he shal / and that in lasse whileThan thow wolt goon a pass / nat but a myleThe poyson / is so strong/ and violentThis cursed man / hath in his hand yhentLine 868 This poyson in a box / and sith he ranIn-to the nexte Strete / vn-to a manAnd borwed hym / large Botels threAnd in the two / his poison poured heLine 872 The thridde / he kepte clene for his drynkeffor al the nyght he shoope hym for to swynkeIn cariyng of the gold / out of that placeAnd whan this Riotour / with sory graceLine 876 Hadde filled with wyn / hise grete Botels threTo hise felawes / agayn repaireth he¶ What nedeth it to sarmone of it mooreffor right as they / hadde cast his deeth biforeLine 880 Right so / they han hym slayn / and that anonAnd whan this was doon / thus spak that oonNow lat vs sitte and drynke / and make vs meryeAnd afterward / we wol his body berye
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[6-text p 330] Line 884 And with that word / it happed hym par casTo take the Botel / ther the poyson wasAnd drank/ and yaf his felawe drynke alsoffor which anon / they storuen bothe twoLine 888 ¶ But certes I suppose / that AuycenWroot neuere in no Canon / ne in no fenMo wonder signes / of empoysonyngThan hadde thise wrecches two / er hir endyngLine 892 Thus ended been / thise homicides twoAnd eek/ the false empoysonere also¶ O · cursed synne / of alle cursednesseO · traytours homicide / o wikkednesseLine 896 O · glotonye / luxure / and hasardryeThou blasphemour of Crist with vileynyeAnd othes grete / of vsage / and of prydeAllas mankynde / how may it bitydeLine 900 That to thy Creatour / which þat thee wroghteAnd with his precious herte blood / the boghteThow art so fals / and so vnkynde allas [folio 203a] ¶ Now goode men / god foryeue yow youre trespasLine 904 And ware yow / fro the synne of AuariceMyn holy pardon / may yow alle warisseSo that ye offre nobles / or starlyngesOr ellis siluer broches / spones / ryngesLine 908 Boweth youre heed / vnder this holy bulleCometh vp ye wyues / offreth of youre wolleYoure name I entre / here in my rolle anonIn-to the blisse of heuene / shul ye gonLine 912 I yow assoile / by myn heigh powerYe þat wol offre / as clene and eek as clerAs ye were born / and lo sires thus I precheAnd Ihesu crist that is oure soules lecheLine 916 So graunte yow / his pardon to receyueffor that is best I wol yow nat deceyue¶ But sires / o word / forgat I in my taleI haue Relikes and pardon in my male
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[6-text p 331] Line 920 As faire / as any man in EngelondWhiche were me yeuen / by the Popes hondIf any of yow / wol of deuocionOffren / and han myn absolucion.Line 924 Com forth anon / and kneleth here adounAnd mekely / receyueth my pardounOr ellis / taketh pardon as ye wendeAl newe and fressh / at euery myles endeLine 928 So þat ye offren alwey / newe and neweNobles / or pens / whiche þat been good & treweIt is an honour / to euerich that is heerThat ye mowe haue / a suffisant pardonerLine 932 Tassoile yow / in contree as ye rydeffor auentures / whiche þat may bitydeParauenture / ther may falle oon or twoDoun of his hors / and breke his nekke atwoLine 936 Looke swich a seuretee is it to yow alleThat I am / in youre felaweship y-falleThat may assoille yow / bothe moore & lasseWhan þat the soule / shal fro the body passeLine 940 I rede / that oure hoost shal bigynneffor he is moost envoluped in synneCom forth sire hoost / and offre first anon [folio 203b] And thow shalt kisse / the Relikes euerychonLine 944 Ye for a grote / vnbokele anon thy purs¶ Nay nay quod he / thanne haue I Cristes cursLat be quod he / it shal nat be so thee ichThow woldest make me kisse thyn olde breechLine 948 And swere it were / a Relyk of a SeintThogh it were / with thy fondement depeyntBut by the croys / which þat Seint Eleyne foondI wold I hadde / thy coylons in myn hondLine 952 In stide of Relikes / or of SeintuarieLat cutte hem of / I wol thee hem carieThey shul be shryned / in an hogges toord¶ This pardoner / answerde nat a word
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[6-text p 332] Line 956 So wrooth he was / no word ne wolde he seye¶ Now quod oure hoost I wol no lenger pleyeWith thee / ne with noon oother angry man¶ But right anon / the worthy knyght biganLine 960 Whan þat he saugh / þat al the peple loughNamoore of this / for it is right ynoughSire Pardoner be glad / and murye of cheereAnd sire hoost that been to me so deereLine 964 I pray yow / þat ye kisse the PardonerAnd Pardoner / I pray thee / drawe thee neerAnd as we diden / lat vs lawe and pleyeAnon they kiste / and ryden forþ hir weye [6-text p 168] Line 968