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73. La Pastourelle Granson Une jeune, gentil bergiere Et un simple loyal bergier Vy jadis sur une riviere Entre les autres soulacier, Tost apres ouy comencier Au bergier demandes et plaintes, De joye poy, de doulours maintes. Car il disoit en sa clamour Et en juroit et sains et saintes Que trop le tourmentoit Amour. LA BERGIERE La bergiere, plaisant et belle, Qui de tous biens savoit assez, Lui respondoit: «Certes, fait elle, De trop grant tort Amours blasmez. Puisqu’a li vous estes donnez Et mis tout en sa gouvernance, Vostre cuer doit prendre plaisance En tout ce qui est son vouloir Et recevoir en souffissance Le bien que vous povez avoir.» LE BERGIER «Belle, s’il vous plaisoit a dire, Dist le bergier en complaignant, Quelle chose me doit souffire Et quelle ne m’est souffissant, Le dieu dAmours prens a garant Que voulentiers content seroye. Mais Amours veult que doubteux soye Quant a plusieurs voy desirer Ce que tout seul avoir vouldroye Et je ne l’ay pas a garder.» LA BERGIERE «Dont, dit celle, nul n’a puissance De tollir a gens le penser. Soit de monstrer leur contenance, De rire ou de regarder, De ce ne les puet nulz garder. Mais qui en Loyauté se fie, Je croy Amours ne s’en plaint mie. Ainçois lui plaist que honneur face, Soulas et bonne compaignie, Pour acquerre bon non et grace.» LE BERGIER «Cuer gracieux, ne vous desplaise. Ce dit le bergier doulereux. Cuidiez vous que mon cuer soit aise Quant de vous sui fort amoureux Et j’en puis veir un ou deux Ou cinq ou dix ou vingt ou trente, Que chascun dez leur met s’entente A moy vers vous desavancier? Certes Amours veult que je sente Ce qui me nuit et puet aidier.» LE BERGIERE «Et quant Amours n’y a pensee, Intencion ne voulenté, Pourquoy est elle donc blasmee Se les nices font niceté? Quant Honneur garde Loyaulté, Ce dit la bien sachant pastoure, Amours aroit vie trop dure Se jeunesce ne se jouoit. Autant vauldroit tort que droiture Se nulz en bien ne se fioit.» LE BERGIER «Belle, voirs est ce que vous dites, Que jeunesce se doit jouer, Et de tous biens doit estre quittes Cilz qui ne s’i ose fier. Mais s’il vous plaisoit aviser A qui se doit jouer jeunesce Fors a Honneur et Gentillesce Et la ou ses jus sont bien pris, Car foleur, cuidier, et rudesse Donnent souvant blasme pour pris.» LA BERGIERE «Dont vouldroy je bien apprendre, Dist elle, et moy acointier Par quel tour me doye deffendre De celle gent acompaignier. Se un fol me dit son cuidier, J’ay ma response toute preste Devant tous loyal et honneste. Mais puisque nul ne parle riens, On doit d’onneur suyr la feste Et laissier a monstrer ses biens.» LE BERGIER «Ha, se respondre vous osoye Selon ce que je sens et sçay, Certes, belle, je vous diroye Que Loyaulté en fait l’esay. Car qui aime de fin cuer vray, Il y faut monstrer sa maniere Selon son cuer, forte ou legiere, Et quant Amours regne bien fort, Bel Acuel s’en tient si arriere Que nul cuidier n’y prent confort.» LA BERGIERE «Si Bel Acuel ne venoit mie Fors en un lieu tant seulement, Ce dit la bergiere jolie, Chascun verroit appartement La ou amour de cuer entent, Dont honneur porroit avoir blasme Et encontre raison diffame. Et se amour se doit celer, Il convient donques une femme A plus d’un veir et parler. LE BERGIER «Je ne dy mie le contraire, Mais tel parler et tel voir Ne doivent conforter ne plaire Nulz de ceulz qui font leur povoir De vostre grace recevoir. Puis que vous savez leur courage Par leur dit ou par leur message, Se plus fort ne les estranges, Ilz cuident bien que leur langage Vous soit plaisant, dont ilz sont liez.» LA BERGIERE «Je fais souvent grant abstinence De vivre ainsi que je me veil, Mais dessoubz autruy gouvernance Me faut departir mon acueil Sans espargnier joye ne dueil. Et puis que loyal sui trouvee Et je seray loyal prouvee, Cuide chascun ce qu’il vouldra. Car ou que bonté soit celee, Touzdis le bon la trouvera.» LE BERGIER «Belle, des bons n’avez vous doubte, Car les bons dient bien et font, Mais les nices ne voient goute Quant ou cuidier sont bien parfont. Par folie le bien deffont Et prennent sur eulz voz samblances, Vos regars, et vos contenances, Et tout ce qui leur puet valoir, Et apres en font leurs vantances Et si n’en dient rien de voir.» LA BERGIERE «Ilz peuent prendre par folie En eulz mes regars et mes yeux, Mais riens que je face ne dye A mon propos n’est pas pour eulz. Soient dolens, soient joyeux, Il ne m’en chault, je n’en ay cure. Franche sui, loyal, nette, et pure. Je met les mesdisans au pis. Les venteurs ont leur droiture, Car les maistres en sont honnis.» LE BERGIER «Je maintien d’Amours la parole, Mais les fais sont maistres de moy. Quant Loyaulté tendra escole, Chascun estudie pour soy. J’ay grant desir en bonne foy De lire ou Livre de Joye, Et plus volentiers le saroye Par cuer pour mes mauls allegier. Mais se par vous ne le luisoie, Autre ne m’en porroit aidier.» LA BERGIERE «Nul ne puet en ce livre lire Si n’est souffrant et pacient. Amours le fait de grace escripre Invisible pour mainte gent Qui y regardent tout leur temps Et si n’y congnoistront ja lettre. Car qui a lire se veult mettre, Il n’y doit pas si cler veoir Que vueille tout ce qui puet estre Encontre lui appercevoir.» LE BERGIER «Comme puet cuer loyal ce faire Quant Amour gouverne ses sens, Voir son mal et puis se taire Et faindre qu’il soit bien contens? Certes, selon ce que je sens, Comme la mort la souffreroye Malgre mien, quant mieulx ne porroye. Mais la ou sens l’amour fauldroit, De celui cuer je jugeroye Que sans douleur le soufferroit.» LA BERGIERE «Et puis que c’est dont la maniere Que servant veulent chalongier, Amour se doit tenir si fiere Que tousdis soient en dangier De requerir et de prier Pitié, mercy, misericorde. Quant Amours les tient en sa corde, Faire son gré en puet et doit, Car ce grace ne si accorde, Sur lui n’ont chalenge ne droit.» LE BERGIER «Chalengier ne sçay ne porroye. Crier mercy est mon mestier. Mais se trop fort ne vous amoye, Mieulz saroye mon cuer aisier Sans lui grever ne ennuier Par rage ne par jalousie, Par doubtance ne par envie. Et qui tel chalonge querroit La ou amour est refroidie, Ja un tout seul n’en trouveroit.»

73. Granson’s Pastourelle A young, well-mannered shepherdess And a simple, loyal shepherd I once saw on a riverbank Amusing themselves among the others. Soon afterwards I heard the shepherd Begin to make demands and complaints With little joy, with many sorrows. For in his outcry he proclaimed And swore by the male and female saints That Love tormented him too greatly. THE SHEPHERDESS The shepherdess, charming and fair, Who knew enough of every good, Answered him: “Surely,” she said, “You blame Love very wrongly. Since you have been given to him And placed entirely under his rule, Your heart ought to take pleasure In everything that is his wish, And receive with satisfaction Whatever good that you can have.” THE SHEPHERD “Fair one, if it pleased you to say,” The shepherd said complainingly, “What thing ought to satisfy me And what is not sufficient, I take the God of Love as warrant That I would willingly be content. But Love wishes me to be fearful When I see that many desire That which I would like to have for myself And that I do not fully possess.” THE SHEPHERDESS “Well,” she said, “No one has the power To prevent people from thinking. Whether just to show their face Or to laugh or to look, No one can keep them from doing so. But whoever trusts in Loyalty, I believe that Love does not complain. Rather is he pleased that one acts honorably, Entertains, and keeps good company In order to acquire a good name and earn grace.” THE SHEPHERD “Gracious heart, may it not displease you,” The sorrowful shepherd said. “Do you believe that my heart is at ease When I am so deeply in love with you And I can see one or two Or five or ten or twenty or thirty, And that each of them is trying his hardest To get ahead of me in your regard? Surely Love wishes me to feel That which hurts me, and can help.” THE SHEPHERDESS “And when Love gives no thought to it And has neither the intention nor the will, Why is it then blamed If fools act foolishly? When Honor protects Loyalty,” The wise shepherdess said, “Love would have too hard a life If youth did not amuse itself. Wrong would be worth as much as right If no one ever trusted in good.” THE SHEPHERD “Fair one, what you say is true, That youth ought to amuse itself, And that he who does not dare to trust Must be excluded from all good./nobr> But if you please, advise me With whom youth ought to seek amusement Except with Honor and Courtesy And there where its games are well conducted. For folly, presumption, and ignorance Often give blame as the prize.” THE SHEPHERDESS “Then I would like very much to learn,” She said, “and to get to know By what means I should prevent myself From keeping company with these people. If a fool tells me his thoughts, I have my response all ready In front of all who are loyal and honest. But since no one says anything, One ought to frequent the party honorably And allow one’s virtues to be shown.” THE SHEPHERD “Oh, if I dared to reply to you According to what I feel and know, Truly, fair one, I would say to you That Loyalty conducts a test. For whoever loves with a true noble heart, It is necessary to show one’s manner According to one’s heart, whether heavy or light, And when Love reigns very strongly, Fair Welcome holds itself so far back That no presumption takes comfort there.” THE SHEPHERDESS “If Fair Welcome didn’t come at all Except in one place exclusively,” The pretty shepherdess said, “Everyone would see openly Where the heart’s love was tending, For which honor could have blame And, contrary to reason, slander. And if love is supposed to be hidden, Then it is necessary for a woman To see and speak to more than one.” THE SHEPHERDnobr> “I don’t say the opposite at all, But such speech and such sight Should neither comfort nor please Any of those who do their best To obtain your grace. Since you know their innermost heart From their speech or their messages, If you don’t more strongly hold them off, They truly believe that their words Are pleasing to you, for which they’re happy.” THE SPHERDESS “I often strongly abstain From living just as I wish. But under the governance of another I am obliged to share my welcome Without sparing joy or grief. And since I am found to be loyal And loyal will I be proven to be, Let everyone think what he wishes, For wherever goodness is hidden, The good one will always find it out.” THE SHEPHERD “Fair one, have no fear of the good, For the good say and do what is right, But the foolish don’t see at all When they are deep in presumption. Out of folly they undo what is good, And they believe intended for them, Your appearance, your looks, and your expression, And everything that can be of worth to them, And afterwards they boast about them, Though they don’t say anything that’s true.” THE SPHERDESS “Out of folly, they can take My looks and my eyes as their own, But nothing that I do or say Is meant for them in my intent. Whether they are mournful or joyful, It doesn’t matter, I don’t care. I am free, loyal, clean, and pure. I defy the slanderers. Braggarts get what they deserve, For the masters are ashamed of them.” THE SHEPHERD “I uphold the word of Love, But the facts are my masters. When Loyalty holds school, Everyone studies for himself. I greatly desire, in good faith, To read from the Book of Joy, And more willingly would I know it by heart In order to relieve my pain, But if I didn’t read it because of you, No one else would be able to help me.” THE SPHERDESS “No one can read from this book If he isn’t resigned and patient. Love in his goodness has it written Invisibly for many people Who look at it all the time And never recognize a single letter. For whoever sets himself to read, He should not see so clearly there That he might want to perceive Everything that can be before him.” THE SHEPHERD “How can a loyal heart do this When Love governs his feeling — To see his pain and then be silent And pretend that he is content? Truly, based on what I feel, I would suffer it like death Despite myself, when I could do no better. But there where sense is lacking love, Of that heart I would judge That it could bear it without sorrow.” THE SPHERDESS “And since it is then the fashion That servants wish to challenge him, Love must conduct himself so proudly That they are constantly compelled To beseech and to pray For pity, mercy, and compassion. When Love holds them on his leash, He can and should do as he wishes, For if he doesn’t grant them grace, They have no right or claim against him.” THE SHEPHERD “I neither could nor know how to make a claim. My need is to cry for mercy. But if I didn’t love you so much, I would know better how to ease my heart Without irritating or angering him With anger and with jealousy, With fearfulness and with envy. And whoever pursued such a claim, There where love has cooled off, He wouldn’t ever obtain a single one.”

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