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A Talk of Ten Wives on Their Husbands' Ware





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Leve, lystynes to me
Two wordys or thre,
And herkenes to my songe;
And I schall tell yow a tale,
Howe ten wyffys satt at the nale,
And no man hem amonge.

"Sen we have no othere songe
For to singen us amonge,
Talys lett us tell
Of owre hosbondes ware,
Wych of hem most worthy are
Today to bere the bell.

And I schall nowe begyn att myne:
I knowe the mett well and fyne,
The lenghte of a snayle,
And ever he warse is from day to day.
To grete God ever I pray
To gyve hym evyle hayle."

The secund wyffe sett her nere,
And seyd, "By the Rode, I have a ware
That is two so mene:
I mete hym in the morowe tyde,
When he was in his moste pryde,
The lenghte of thre bene.

"Howe schuld I be served with that?
I wold Gybbe, owre gray catt,
Were cord there on!
By Sayne Peter owte of Rome,
I se never a wars lome
Stondyng opon mone."

The third wyff was full woo,
And seyd that, "I have one of thoo
That noghte is at nede;
Owre syre breche, when hit is torn,
Hys pentyll pepythe owte beforn
Lyke a warbrede:

"Hit growethe all within the here:
Sychon se I never ere,
Stondyng opon schare.
Yett the schrewe is hodles,
And of all thynge goodles!
There Cryste gyve hym care!"

The fourth wyfe of the floke
Seyd, "Owre syre fydecoke
Fayn wold I skyfte:
He is longe, and he is smalle,
And yett hathe the fydefalle;
God gyve hym sory thryfte!

"The leste fyngere on my honde
Is more than he, whan he dothe stonde:
Alasse that I am lorn!
Sory mowntyng com thereon!
He schold a be a womon
Had he be eere born."

The fifth wyffe was full fayn
When sche hard her felowys playn,
And up sche gan stone:
"Now ye speke of a tarse!
In all the warld is not a warse
Than hathe my hosbond.

"Owre syre bradys lyke a dere,
He pysses his tarse every yere,
Ryghte as dothe a boke:
When men speke of archery,
He mon stond faste thereby,
Or ellys hys schote woll troke."

The sixth wyffe hyghte sare;
Sche seyd: "My hosbondys ware
Is of good asyse;
He is whyte as ony mylke,
He is softe as ony sylke,
Yett sertis he may not ryse.

"I lyrke hym up with my hond,
And pray hum that he woll stond,
And yett he lythe styll.
When I se that all is noghte,
I thynke mony a thro thoughte;
Bot Cryste wote my wyll."

The seventh wyffe sat on the bynch,
And sche caste her legge on wrynch,
And bad fyll the wyne:
"By Seynt Jame of Galys,
In Englond ne in Walys
Is not a wars than myne!

"Whon owre syre comys in,
And lokes after that sory pyne
That schuld hengge bytwen his leggis,
He is lyke, by the Rode,
A sory laveroke satt on brode
Opon two adyll eggis."

The eighth wyffe was well i-taghte,
And seyd, "Seldom am I saghte,
And so I well may:
When the froste fresys,
Owre syris tarse lesys,
And allway gose away.

When the yeke gynnys to synge,
Then the schrewe begynnys to sprynge,
Lyke a humbulbe;
He cowres upon othere two, -
I know not the warse of tho,
I schrew hem all three!"

The ninth wyffe sett hem nyghe,
And held a mett up on hyghe
The lenghte of a fote:
"Here is a pyntell of a fayre lenghte,   
But he berys a sory strenghte, -
God may do boote; -

"I bow hym, I bend hym,
I stroke hym, I wend hym;
The devell mot hym sterve!
Be he hote, be he cold,
Tho I torn hym twofold,
Yett he may not serve."

The tenth wyffe began her tale,
And seyd, "I have on of the smale,
Was wynnowed away.
Of all noghtes it is noghte:
Sertis, and hit schuld be boghte,
He is not worth a nay."

AMEN
Friends, listen; (see note)

be attentive

tavern
no man among them

Since
(see note)

Of our; merchandise; (see note)

take the prize

with mine
measurement; (see note)
snail
worse; (see note)
(see note)
bad fortune

sat near her
Cross; member
also; inferior
measure (meet with); in the morning; (see note)
greatest glory
three beans

(see note)
(see note)
accorded (in union with) him
(see note)
worse instrument; (see note)
Standing ready; (see note)

emphatically upset
those
worthless is [in time of] need
sire's breeches; (see note)
member peeps out
parasitic worm (maggot)

hair
Such a one saw; before
pubic region; (see note)
rascal; hoodless
useless


flock
sire's penis; (see note)
Happily; change; (see note)

drooping ailment
pitiful vitality (power to grow)

smallest (least)

undone (deprived)
mounting
should have been; woman
ever

blithe
complain
to rise
penis; (see note)
worse


jerks off (breeds); deer; (see note)
discharges his semen once a year
buck
[As]
very close
shot fall short; (see note)



size
milk
silk
surely

squeeze

lies still
useless
angry (courageous/desirous)


bench
crosswise
bade replenish; wine

Wales
worse [husband]

When
pin
hang; legs
Cross
lark; nest
addled eggs

experienced


freezes
member grows small
i.e., disappears

cuckoo begins; (see note)
rascal
bumblebee
cowers; other two (i.e., testicles)
those
curse them

sat near them
measure (piece of meat/sausage)
foot long
penis
bears
remedy


twist
kill





one

nothings; nothingest
Clearly; should it be for sale
would not be worth anything

 
A Talk of Ten Wives on Their Husbands' Ware, Select Bibliography

Manuscript

Porkington MS, no. 10 (National Library of Wales at Aberystwyth; now called Brogynton MS II.1), fols. 56v-59v (1453-1500).


Edition

Furnivall, Frederick J., ed. Jyl of Breyntford's Testament, by Robert Copland, Bokeprynter, The Wyll of the Deuyll and His Last Testament, A Talk of Ten Wives on Their Husband's Ware, A Balade or Two by Chaucer, and Other Short Pieces. London: Printed for private circulation by Taylor & Co., 1871. Pp. 29-33. [Also contains The Meaning of Marriage.]