William Langland's The vision of Piers Plowman
William Langland

Passus 13

And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,
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And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walke
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In manere of a mendynaunt many yer after,
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And of this metyng many tyme muche thought I hadde:
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First how Fortune me failed at my mooste nede,
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And how that Elde manaced me, myghte we evere mete;
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And how that freres folwede folk that was riche,
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And [peple] that was povere at litel pris thei sette,
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And no corps in hir kirkyerd ne in hir kirk was buryed
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But quik he biquethe hem aught or sholde helpe quyte hir dettes;
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And how this coveitise overcom clerkes and preestes;
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And how that lewed men ben lad, but Oure Lord hem helpe,
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Thorugh unkonnynge curatours to incurable peynes;
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And how that Ymaginatif in dremels me tolde
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Of Kynde and of his konnynge, and how curteis he is to bestes,
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And how lovynge he is to bestes on londe and on watre:
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Leneth he no lif lasse ne moore;
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The creatures that crepen of Kynde ben engendred;
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And sithen how Ymaginatif seide, " Vix iustus salvabitur,'
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And whan he hadde seid so, how sodeynliche he passed.
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I lay down longe in this thoght, and at the laste I slepte; Page  147
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And as Crist wolde ther com Conscience to conforte me that tyme,
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And bad me come to his court--with Clergie sholde I dyne.
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And for Conscience of Clergie spak, I com wel the rather;
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And there I [merkede] a maister--what man he was I nyste--
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That lowe louted and loveliche to Scripture.
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Conscience knew hym wel and welcomed hym faire;
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Thei wesshen and wipeden and wenten to the dyner.
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Ac Pacience in the paleis stood in pilgrymes clothes,
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And preyde mete par charite for a povere heremyte.
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Conscience called hym in, and curteisliche seide,
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" Welcome, wye, go and wassh; thow shalt sitte soone.'
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This maister was maad sitte as for the mooste worthi,
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And thanne Clergie and Conscience and Pacience cam after.
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Pacience and I were put to be mettes,
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And seten bi oureselve at a side borde.
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Conscience called after mete, and thanne cam Scripture
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And served hem thus soone of sondry metes manye--
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Of Austyn, of Ambrose, of alle the foure Evaungelistes:
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Ehentes et bibentes que apud eos sunt.
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Ac this maister ne his man no maner flessh eten,
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Ac thei eten mete of moore cost--mortrews and potages:
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Of that men myswonne thei made hem wel at ese.
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Ac hir sauce was over sour and unsavourly grounde
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In a morter, Post mortem, of many bitter peyne--
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But if thei synge for tho soules and wepe salte teris:
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Vos qui peccata hominum comeditis, nisi pro eis lacrimas et
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oraciones effuderitis, ea que in deliciis comeditis, in tormentis evometis.
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Conscience ful curteisly tho commaunded Scripture
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Bifore Pacience breed to brynge and me that was his mette.
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He sette a sour loof toforn us and seide, "Agite penitenciam,'
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And siththe he drough us drynke: "Dia perseverans-- Page  148
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As longe,' quod he,-"as lif and lycame may dure.'
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" Here is propre service,' quod Pacience, "ther fareth no prince bettre!'
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And he broughte us of Beati quorum of Beatus virres makyng,
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And thanne he broughte us forth a mees of oother mete, of Miserere mei, Deus
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Et quorum tecta sunt peccata
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In a dissh of derne shrifte, Dixi et confitebor tibi.
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"Bryng Pacience som pitaunce,' pryveliche quod Conseience;
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And thanne hadde Pacience a pitaunce, Pro hac orabit ad te
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omnis sanctus in tempore oportuno.
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And Conseience conforted us, and carped us murye tales:
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Cor contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies.
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Pacience was proude of that propre service,
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And made hym murthe with his mete; ac I mornede evere,
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For this doctour on the heighe dees drank wyn so faste:
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Ve vobis qui potentes estis ad bibendum vinum !
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He eet manye sondry metes, mortrews and puddynges,
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Wombe cloutes and wilde brawen and egges yfryed with grece.
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Thanne seide I to myself so Pacience it herde,
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" It is noght foure dayes that this freke, bifore the deen of Poules,
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Preched of penaunces that Paul the Apostle suffrede--
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In fame et frigore and flappes of scourges:
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Ter cesus sum et a Iudeis quinquies quadragenas &c;
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Ac o word thei overhuppen at ech a tyme that thei preche
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That Poul in his Pistle to al the peple tolde--
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Periculum est in falslis fraribus!'Page  149
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(Holi Writ bit men be war--I wol noght write it here
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In Englissh, on aventure it sholde be reherced to ofte
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And greve therwith that goode men ben--ac gramariens shul rede:
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Unusquisque a fratre se custodiat, quia, ut dicitur,
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periculum est in falsis fratribus.
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Ac I wiste nevere freke that as a frere yede bifore men on Englissh
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Taken it for his teme, and telle it withouten glosyng!
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They prechen that penaunce is profitable to the soule,
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And what meschief and maleese Crist for man tholede).
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"Ac this Goddes gloton,' quod I, "with hise grete chekes,
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Hath no pite on us povere; he parfourneth yvele.
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That he precheth, he preveth noght,' to Pacience I tolde,
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And wisshed witterly, with wille ful egre,
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That disshes and doublers bifore this doctour
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Were molten leed in his mawe, and Mahoun amyddes!
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"I shal jangle to this jurdan with his juste wombe
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To telle me what penaunce is, of which he preched rather!'
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Pacience parceyved what I thoughte, and [preynte] on me to be stille,
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And seide, "Thow shalt see thus soone, whan he may na moore,
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He shal have a penaunce in his paunche and puffe at ech a worde,
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And thanne shullen his guttes gothele, and he shal galpen after;
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For now he hath dronken so depe he wole devyne soone
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And preven it by hir Pocalips and passion of Seint Avereys
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That neither bacon ne braun ne blancmanger ne mortrews
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Is neither fissh ne flessh but fode for a penaunt.
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And thanne shal he testifie of a trinite, and take his felawe to witnesse
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What he fond in a f[or]el after a freres lyvyng; Page  150
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And but the first leef be lesyng, leve me nevere after!
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And thanne is tyme to take and to appose this doctour
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Of Dowel and Dobet and if Dobest be any penaunce.'
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And I sat stille as Pacience seide, and thus soone this doctour,
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As rody as a rose ruddede hise chekes,
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Coughed and carped; and Conscience hym herde,
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And tolde hym of a trinite, and toward us he loked.
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"What is Dowel, sire doctour?' quod I; "is Dobest any penaunce?'
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" Dowel?' quod this doctour--and drank after--
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" Do noon yvel to thyn evencristen--nought by thi power.'
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"By this day, sire doctour,' quod I, "thanne [in Dowel be ye noght]!
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For ye han harmed us two in that ye eten the puddyng,
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Mortrews and oother mete--and we no morsel hadde.
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And if ye fare so in youre fermerye, ferly me thynketh
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But cheeste be ther charite sholde be, and yonge children dorste pleyne!
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I wolde permute my penaunce with youre--for I am in point to dowel.'
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Thanne Conscience ful curteisly a contenaunce he made,
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And preynte upon Pacience to preie me to be stille,
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And seide hymself, "Sire doctour, and it be youre wille,
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What is Dowel and Dobet? Ye dyvynours knoweth.'
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"Dowel?' quod this doctour; "do as clerkes techeth;
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And Dobet is he that techeth and travailleth to teche othere;
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And Dobest doth hymself so as he seith and precheth:
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Qui facit et docuerit magnus vocabitur in regno celorum.'
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"Now thow, Clergie,' quod Conscience. "carpe us what is Dowel.'
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" I have sevene sones,' he seide, "serven in a castel
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Ther the lord of lif wonyeth, to leren hem what is Dowel.
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Til I se tho sevene and myself acorde
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I am unhardy,' quod he, "to any wight to preven it.
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For oon Piers the Plowman hath impugned us alle,
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And set alle sciences at a sop save love one;
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And no text ne taketh to mayntene his cause Page  151
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But Dilige Deum and Domine quis habitabit;
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And seith that Dowel and Dobet arn two infinites,
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Whiche infinites with a feith fynden out Dobest,
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Which shal save mannes soule--thus seith Piers the Plowman.'
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" I kan noght heron,' quod Conscience, "ac I knowe wel Piers.
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He wol noght ayein Holy Writ speken, I dar x el undertake.
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Thanne passe we over til Piers come and preve this in dede.
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Pacience hath be in many place, and paraunter knoweth
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That no clerk ne kan, as Crist bereth witnesse:
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Pacientes vincunt &c.'
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"At youre preiere,' quod Pacience tho, "so no man displese hym:
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Disce,' quod he, " doce; dilige inimicos.
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Disce, and Dowel; doce, and Dobet;
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Dilige, and Dobest--[do] thus taughte me ones
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A lemman that I lovede--Love was hir name.
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""With wordes and with werkes,'' quod she, "and wil of thyn herte
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Thow love leelly thi soule al thi lif tyme.
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And so thow lere the to lovye, for the Lordes love of hevene,
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Thyn enemy in alle wise eveneforth with thiselve.
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Cast coles on his heed of alle kynde speche;
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Bothe with werkes and with wordes fonde his love to wynne,
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And leye on him thus with love til he laughe on the;
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And but he bowe for this betyng, blynd mote he worthe!'
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"Ac for to fare thus with thi frend--folie it were;
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For he that loveth thee leelly, litel of thyne coveiteth.
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Kynde love coveiteth noght no catel but speche.
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With half a laumpe lyne in Latyn, Ex vi transicionis,
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I bere ther, in a bou[s]te, faste ybounde Dowel,
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In a signe of the Saterday that sette first the kalender,
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And al the wit of the Wodnesday of the nexte wike after;
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The myddel of the rnoone is the myght of bothe.
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And herwith am I welceme ther I have it with me.
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" Undo it--lat this doctour deme if Dowel be therinne; Page  152
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For, by hym that me made, myghte nevere poverte,
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Misese ne mischief ne man with his tonge,
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Coold, ne care, ne compaignye of theves.
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Ne neither hete, ne hayl, ne noon helle pouke,
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Ne neither fuyr, ne flood, ne feere of thyn enemy.
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Tene thee any tyme, and thow take it with the:
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Caritas nichil timet.
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"And ek, have God my soule! and thow wilt it crave,
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Ther nys neither emperour ne emperesse, erl ne baroun,
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Pope ne patriark, that pure reson ne shal make thee
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Maister of alle tho men thorugh myght of this redels--
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Nought thorugh wicchecraft but thorugh wit; and thow wilt thiselve
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Do kyng and quene and alle the comune after
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Yyve thee al that thei may yyve, as thee for best yemere,
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And as thow demest wil thei do alle hir dayes after:
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Pacientes vincunt.'
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" It is but a dido,' quod this doctour, "a disours tale!
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Al the wit of this world and wight mennes strengthe
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Kan noght [par]formen a pees bitwene the Pope and hise enemys,
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Ne bitwene two Cristene kynges kan no wight pees make
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Profitable to either peple--and putte the table fro hym,
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And took Clergie and Conscience to conseil, as it were,
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That Pacience tho most passe--for pilgrymes konne wel lye.'
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Ac Conscience carped loude and curteisliche seide,
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" Frendes, fareth wel,' and faire spak to Clergie,
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" For I wol go with this gome, if God wol yeve me grace,
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And be nilgrym with Pacience til I have preved moore.'
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"What! ' quod Clergie to Conscience, "are ye coveitous nouthe
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After yeresyeves or yiftes. or yernen to rede redels?
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I shal brynge yow a Bible, a book of the olde lawe,
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And lere yow, if yow like, the leeste point to knowe,
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That Pacience the pilgrym parfitly knew nevere.'
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" Nay, by Crist!' quod Conscience to Clergie, " God thee foryelde. Page  153
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For al that Pacience me profreth, proud am I litel;
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Ac the wil of the wye and the wil of folk here
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Hath meved my mood to moorne for my synnes.
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The goode wil of a wight was nevere bought to the fulle:
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For ther nys no tresour therto to a trewe wille.
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"Hadde noght Marie Maudeleyne moore for a box of salve
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Than Zacheus for he seide, " Dimiaium bonorum meorum do pauperibus,'
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And the poore widewe for a peire of mytes
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Than alle tho that offrede into gazophilacium ?'
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Thus curteisliche Conscience congeyed first the frere,
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And sithen softeliche he seide in Clergies ere,
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"Me were levere, by Oure Lord, and I lyve sholde,
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Have pacience parfitliche than half thi pak of bokes! '
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Clergie of Conscience no congie wolde take,
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But seide ful sobreliche, "Thow shalt se the tyme
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Whan thow art wery forwalked, wilne me to counseille.'
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"That is sooth,' seide Conscience, "so me God helpe!
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If Pacience be oure partyng felawe and pryve with us bothe,
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Ther nys wo in this world that we ne sholde amende,
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And conformen kynges to pees, and alle kynnes londes--
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Sarsens and Surre, and so forth alle the Jewes--
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Turne into the trewe feith and intil oon bileve.'
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"That is sooth,' quod Clergie, "I se what thow menest.
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I shall dwelle as I do, my devoir to shewe,
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And confermen fauntekyns oother folk ylered
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Til Pacience have preved thee and parfit thee maked.'
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Conscience tho with Pacience passed, pilgrymes as it were.
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Thanne hadde Pacience, as pilgrymes han, in his poke vitailles:
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Sobretee and symple speche and soothfast bileve,
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To conforte hym and Conscience if thei come in place
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There unkyndenesse and coveitise is, hungry contrees bothe.
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And as thei wente by the weye, of Dowel thei carped;
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Thei mette with a mynstral, as me tho thoughte. Page  154
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Pacience apposed hym first and preyde he sholde telle
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fo Conscience what craft he kouthe, and to what contree he wolde.
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"I am a mynstral,' quod that man, "my name is Activa Vita.
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Al ydel ich hatie, for of Actif is my name,
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A wafrer, wol ye wite, and serve manye lordes--
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And fewe robes I fonge or furrede gownes.
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Couthe I lye and do men laughe, thanne lacchen I sholde
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Outher mantel or moneie amonges lordes mynstrals.
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Ac for I kan neither taboure ne trompe ne telle no gestes,
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Farten ne fithelen at festes, ne harpen,
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Jape ne jogele ne gentilliche pipe,
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Ne neither saille ne sautrie ne synge with the gyterne,
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I have no goode giftes of thise grete lordes
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For no breed that I brynge forth--save a benyson on the Sonday,
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Whan the preest preieth the peple hir Paternoster to bidde
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For Piers the Plowman and that hym profit waiten--
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And that am I, Actif, that ydelnesse hatie;
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For alle trewe travaillours and tiliers of the erthe,
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Fro Mighelmesse to Mighelmesse I fynde hem with wafres.
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"Beggeris and bidderis of my breed craven,
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Faitours and freres and folk with brode crounes.
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I fynde payn for the Pope and provendre for his palfrey,
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And I hadde nevere of hym, have God my trouthe,
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Neither provendre ne personage yet of the Popes yifte,
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Save a pardon with a peis of leed and two polles amyddes!
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Hadde ich a clerc that couthe write I wolde caste hym a bille
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That he sente me under his seel a salve for the pestilence,
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And that his blessynge and hise bulles bocches myghte destruye:
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In nomine meo demonia eicient et super egros manus imponent et bene habebunt.
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And thanne wolde I be prest to the peple, paast for to make,
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And buxom and busy aboute breed and drynke
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For hyrn and for alle hise, founde I that his pardoun Page  155
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Mighte lechen a man--as I bileve it sholde.
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For sith he hath the power that Peter hadde, he hath the pot with the salve:
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Argentum et aurum non est michi: quod autem habeo,
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tibi do: In nomine Domini surge et ambula.
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"Ac if myght of myracle hym faille, it is for men ben noght worthi
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To have the grace of God, and no gilt of the Pope.
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For may no blessynge doon us boote but if we wile amende,
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Ne mannes masse make pees among Cristene peple,
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Til pride be pureliche fordo, and that thorugh payn defaute.
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For er I have breed of mele, ofte moot I swete,
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And er the commune have corn ynough many a cold morwenyng;
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So, er my wafres be ywroght, muche wo I tholye.
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"Al Londoun, I leve, liketh wel my wafres,
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And louren whan thei lakken hem; it is noght longe ypassed
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There was a careful commune whan no cart com to towne
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With bake breed fro Stratford; tho gonnen beggeris wepe,
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And werkmen were agast a lite--this wole be thought longe;
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In the date of Oure Drighte, in a drye Aprill,
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A thousand and thre hundred, twies thritty and ten,
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My wafres there were gesene, whan Chichestre was maire.'
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I took greet kepe, by Crist, and Conscience bothe,
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Of Haukyn the Actif Man, and how he was yclothed.
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He hadde a cote of Cristendom as Holy Kirke bileveth;
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Ac it was moled in many places with manye sondry plottes--
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Of pride here a plot, and there a plot of unbuxom speche,
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Of scornyng and of seoffyng and of unskilful berynge;
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As in apparaill andin porte proud amonges the peple;
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Ootherwise than he hath with herte or sighte shewynge;
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Hym wilnyng that alle men wende he were that he is noght, Page  156
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Forwhy he bosteth and braggeth with manye bolde othes;
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And inobedient to ben undernome of any lif lyvynge;
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And so singuler by hymself as to sighte of the peple
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Was noon swich as hymself, ne noon so pope holy;
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Yhabited as an heremyte, an ordre by hymselve--
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Religion saunz rule and resonable obedience;
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Lakkynge lettrede men and lewed men bothe;
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In likynge of lele lif and a liere in soule;
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With inwit and with outwit ymagynen and studie
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As best for his body be to have a bold name;
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And entremetten hym over al ther he hath noght to doone;
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Wilnyge that men wende his wit were the beste,
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Or for his crafty konnynge or of clerkes the wisest,
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Or strengest on stede, or styvest under girdel,
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And lovelokest to loken on and lelest of werkes,
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And noon so holy as he ne of lif clennere,
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Or feirest of feitures, of forme and of shafte,
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And most sotil of song other sleyest of hondes,
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And large to lene lo[o]s therby to cacche;
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And if he gyveth ought to povere gomes, [go] telle what he deleth;
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Povere of possession in purs and in cofre,"
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And as a lyoun on to loke and lordlich of speche;
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Boldest of beggeris, a bostere that noght hath,
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In towne and in tavernes tales to telle
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And segge thyng that he nevere seigh and for sothe sweren it,
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Of dedes that he nevere dide demen and bosten,
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And of werkes that he wel dide witnesse and siggen, Page  157
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"Lo! if ye leve me noght, or that I lye wenen,
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Asketh at hym or at hym, and he yow kan telle
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What I suffrede and seigh and somtymes hadde,
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And what I kouthe and knew, and what kyn I com of.'
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Al he wolde that men wiste of werkes and of wordes -
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Which myghte plese the peple and preisen hymselve:
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Si hominibus placerem, Christi servus non essem. Et alibi:
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Nemo potest duobus dominis servire.
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"By Crist!' quod Conseience tho, "thi beste cote, Haukyn,
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Hath manye moles and spottes--it moste ben ywasshe!'
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"Ye, whoso toke hede,' quod Haukyn, "bihynde and bifore,
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What on bak and what on body half and by the two sides--
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Men sholde fynde manye frounces and manye foule plottes.'
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And he torned hym as tyd, and thanne took I hede;
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It was fou1er bi fele fold than it first semed.
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It was bidropped with wrathe and wikkede wille,
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With envye and yvel speche entisynge to fighte,
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Lying and lakkynge and leve tonge to chide;
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Al that he wiste wikked by any wight, tellen it,
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And blame men bihynde hir bak and bidden hem meschaunce;
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And that he wiste by Wille, [to Watte tellen it],
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And that Watte wiste, Wille wiste it after,
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And made of frendes foes thorugh a fals tonge:
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"Or with myght of mouth or thorugh mannes strengthe
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Avenged me fele tymes, other frete myselve withinne
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As a shepsteres shere, ysherewed men and cursed hem.'
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Cuius malediccione os plenum est et amaritudine; sub lingua
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eius labor et dolor. Et alibi: Filii hominum dentes eorum
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arma et sagitte et lingua eorum gladius acutus.Page  158
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"Ther is no lif that I lovye lastynge any while;
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For tales that I telle no man trusteth to me.
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And whan I may noght have the maistrie, swich malencolie I take
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That I cacche the crampe, the cardiacle som tyme,
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Or an ague in swich an angre, and som tyme a fevere
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That taketh me al a twelvemonthe, til that I despise
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Lechecraft of Oure Lord and leve on a wicche,
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And seye that no clerc ne kan--ne Crist, as I leve--
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To the Soutere of Southwerk, or of Shordych Dame Emme,
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And seye that [God ne] Goddes word gaf me nevere boute,
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But thorugh a charme hadde I chaunce and my chief heele.'
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I waitede wisloker, and thanne was it soilled
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With likynge of lecherie as by lokynge of his eighe.
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For ech a maide that he mette, he made hire a signe
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Semynge to synneward, and somtyme he gan taste
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Aboute the mouth or bynethe bigynneth to grope,
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Til eitheres wille wexeth kene, and to the werke yeden,
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As wel fastyng dayes as Fridaies and forboden nyghtes,
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And as lef in Lente as out of Lente, alle tymes yliche:
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Swiche werkes with hem were nevere out of seson,
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Til thei myghte na moore--and thanne hadde murye tales,
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And how that lecchours lovye laughen and japen,
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And of hir harlotrye and horedom in hir elde tellen.
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Thanne Pacience parceyved, of pointes his cote
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Was colomy thorugh coveitise and unkynde desiryng.
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Moore to good than to God the gome his love caste,
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And ymagynede how he it myghte have
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With false mesures and met, and [mid] fals witnesse
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Lened for love of the wed and looth to do truthe,
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And awaited thorugh w[itte]s wyes to bigile, Page  159
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And menged his marchaundise and made a good moustre:
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"The worst withinne was--a greet wit I let it!
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And if my neghebore hadde an hyne, or any beest ellis,
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Moore profitable than myn, manye sleightes I made
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How I myghte have it--al my wit I caste;
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And but I it hadde by oother wey, at the laste I stale it,
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Or pryveliche his purs shook, unpikede hise lokes;
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Or by nyghte or by daye, aboute was ich evere
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Thorugh gile to gaderen the good that ich have.
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"If I yede to the plowgh, I pynched so narwe
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That a foot lond or a forow fecchen I wolde
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Of my nexte neghebore, nymen of his erthe;
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And if I rope, overreche, or yaf hem reed that ropen
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To seise to me with hir sikel that I ne sew nevere.
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"And whoso borwed of me aboughte the tyme
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With presentes pryvely, or paide som certeyn--
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So wolde he or noght wolde he, wynnen I wolde;
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And bothe to kith and to kyn unkynde of that ich hadde.
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"And whoso cheped my chaffare, chiden I wolde
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But he profrede to paie a peny or tweyne
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Moore than it was worth, and yet wolde I swere
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That it coste me muche moore--swoor manye othes.
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"In haly daies at holy chirche, whan ich herde masse
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Hadde I nevere wille, woot God, witterly to biseche
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Mercy for my mysdedes, that I ne moorned moore
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For losse of good, leve me, than for likames giltes;
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As, if I hadde dedly synne doon, I dredde noght that so soore
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As whan I lened and leved it lost or longe er it were paied.
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So if I kidde any kyndenesse myn evencristen to helpe,
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Upon a cruwel coveitise my conscience gan hange.
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"And if I sente over see my servaunts to Brugges,
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Or into Prucelond my Prentis my profit to waiten, Page  160
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To marchaunden with moneie and maken here esehaunges,
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Mighte nevere me conforte in the mene tyme
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Neither masse ne matynes, ne none maner sightes;
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Ne nevere penaunce parfournede ne Paternoster seide
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That my mynde ne was moore on my good in a doute
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Than in the grace of God and hise grete helpes.'
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Ubi thesaurus tuus, ibi et cor tuum.
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Yet that glotoun with grete othes his garnement hadde soiled
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And foule beflobered it, as with fals speche,
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As, there no nede ne was, Goddes name an idel--
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Swoor therby swithe ofte and al biswatte his cote;
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And moore mete eet and dronk than kynde myghte defie--
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"And kaughte siknesse somtyme for my surfetes ofte;
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And thanne I dradde to deye in dedlich synne'--
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That into wanhope he w[orth] and wende nought to be saved,
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The whiche is sleuthe, so slow that may no sleightes helpe it,
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Ne no mercy amenden the man that so deieth.
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Ac whiche ben the braunches that bryngen a man to sleuthe?
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Is whan a man moorneth noght for hise mysdedes, ne maketh no sorwe,
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Ac penaunce that the preest enjoyneth parfourneth yvele,
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Dooth non almesdede, dred hym of no synne,
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Lyveth ayein the bileve and no lawe holdeth.
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Ech day is halyday with hym or an heigh ferye, "
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And if he aught wol here, it is an harlotes tonge.
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Whan men carpen of Crist, or of clennesse of soule,
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He wexeth wroth and wol noght here but wordes of murthe.
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Penaunce and povere men and the passion of seintes--
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He hateth to here therof and alle that it telleth. Page  161
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Thise been the braunches, beth war! that bryngen a man to wanhope.
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Ye lordes and ladies and legates of Holy Chirche
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That fedeth fooles sages, flatereris and lieris,
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And han likynge to lithen hem [in hope] to do yow laughe--
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Ve vobis qui ridetis &c--
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And yyveth hem mete and mede, and povere men refuse,
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In youre deeth deyinge, I drede me soore
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Lest tho thre maner men to muche sorwe yow brynge:
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Consencientes et agentes pari pena punientur.
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Patriarkes and prophetes, prechours of Goddes wordes,
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Saven thorugh hir sermon mannes soule fro helle;
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Right so flatereris and fooles arn the fendes disciples
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To entice men thorugh hir tales to synne and harlotrie.
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Ac clerkes, that knowen Holy Writ, sholde kenne lordes
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What David seith of swiche men, as the Sauter telleth:
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Non habitabit in medio domus mee quifacit superbiam; qui loquitur iniqua . . .
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Sholde noon harlot have audience in halle ne in chambre
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Ther wise men were--witnesseth Goddes wordes--
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Ne no mysproud min amonges lordes ben allowed.
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Clerkes and knyghtes welcometh kynges minstrales,
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And for love of hir lord litheth hem at festes;
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Muche moore, me thynketh, riche men sholde
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Have beggeres bifore hem, the whiche ben Goddes minstrales,
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As he seith hymself--Seynt Johan bereth witnesse:
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Qui vos spernit me spernit.
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Forthi I rede yow riche, reveles whan ye maketh,
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For to solace youre soules, swiche minstrales to have--
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The povere for a fool sage sittynge at th[i] table,
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And a lered man to lere thee what Oure Lord suffred
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For to save thi soule fram Sathan thyn enemy,
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And fithele thee, withoute fl,terynge, of Good Friday the storye, Page  162
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And a blynd man for a bourdeour, or a bedrede womman
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To crie a largesse bifore Oure Lord, your good loos to shewe.
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Thise thre maner minstrales maketh a man to laughe,
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And in his deeth deyinge thei don hym gret confort
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That bi his lyve lithed hem and loved hem to here.
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Thise solaceth the soule til hymself be falle
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In a welhope, [for he wroghte so], amonges worthi seyntes,
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There flatereres and fooles thorugh hir foule wordes
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Leden tho that loved hem to Luciferis feste
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With turpiloquio, a lay of sorwe, and Luciferis fithele.
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Thus Haukyn the actif man hadde ysoiled his cote,
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Til Conscience acouped hym therof in a curteis manere,
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Why he ne hadde wasshen it or wiped it with a brusshe.
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