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Series 1: BL Lansdowne 851 Cook-Gamelyn Link (fols. 54a-54b) Anone he sent his bedde and his araie Unto a conper of his owen sorte That loved dis and revel and disporte, And had a wife that helde for countinance A schoppe, and swyved for his sustenance. Fye therone, it is so foule! I wil nowe tell no forthere For schame of the harlotrie that seweth after. A velany it were thareof more to spell, Bot of a knighte and his sonnes, my tale I wil forthe tell. And therefore listeneth and herkeneth this tale ariht, And ye schullen here of a douhté knyght, Sir Johan of Boundys was his name; He couthe of nortur and muchel of game. Squire-Wife of Bath Link (fol. 87a) First wil I tell yowe of Cambyuskan That in his time mony a cité wan; And after wil I speke of Algarsif, Howe that he wanne Theodora to his wif, For whan ful oft in grete perile he was Ne had he ben holpen by the hors of bras; And after wil I speke of Camballo That fauht in listes with the bretherne tuo For Canace are that he myht hir wynne, And there I left, I thenke ageine begynne. Bot I wil here nowe maake a knotte To the time it come next to my lotte. For here be felawes behinde, an hepe treulye, That wolden talke ful besilye And have her sporte as wele as I. And the daie passeth fast, certanly. Therfore, Hoste, taketh nowe goode heede Who schall next tell, and late him speede. EXPLICIT FABULA ARMIGERI INCIPIT PROLOGUS UXORIS DE BATH Than schortly ansewarde the Wife of Bathe And swore a wonder grete hathe, "Be Goddes bones, I wil tel next! I will nouht glose, bot saye the text: Experiment, thouhe none auctorité Were in this werlde, is riht ynouhe for me To speke of woo that is in mariage. For, lordeinges, sen I twelve yere was of age, Thonked be God that eterne alyve, Hosbondes att the cherche dor I have hadde five. Canon's Yeoman-Physician Link (fol. 169a-b) For whoso maketh God his adversarie, As for to worche any thinge in contrarye Unto His wil, certes never schal he thrive, Thouhe that he multiplie terme of his live; And there a pointe, for endid is my tale. God sende every trew man bote of his bale. PROLOGUS MAGISTRI PHISICI "Nowe trewly," quod oure Hoste, "this is a prati tale. For litel merveile it is that thou lokest so pale, Sethen thou hast medeled with so mony thinges, With bloweinge att the cole to melte bothe brochez and ringes And othere many jewels, dar I undertake. And that thi lorde couthe us tel, if we myht him overetake. Bot lat him go, a devel waye; the compaigny is never the wers, And al suche fals harlotes I sette not be hem a kers. Bot latt pas overe nowe al thes subtilitees, And sume worthi man tel us summe veritees, As ye, worschipful Maister of Phisike. Telleth us somme tale that is a cronyke That we may of yowe leren sum witte." Quod the Maister of Phisik, "A tale that I finde writte In cronyke passed of olde tyme Herkeneth, for I wil tel it yow in rime." EXPLICIT PROLOGUS / INCIPIT FABULA Ther was as telleth us Titus Liveus, A knyht that cleped was Virgineus, Fulfilled of honour and worthinesse, And stronge of frendes and of richesse. A douhter he hadd be his wyf, And never hadde he mo in al his lif. Pardoner-Shipman Link (fol. 180b) Whan that he sawhe that al the peple louhe, "No more of this, for it is riht ynouhe. Sire Pardoner, be meri and glad of chere, And ye, Sire Hoste, that bene to me so dere. I pray yowe that ye kisse the Pardonere. And Pardoner, I praie the that thou drau the nere, And as we dide, now late us lauhe and pleie!" Anone thei kisse and reden forthe theire weye. EXPLICIT FABULA QUESTORIS / INCIPIT PROLOGUS Bot than spak oure Hoste unto Maister Schipman. "Maister," quod he, "to us summe tale tel ye can, Wherewithe ye myht glad al this company, If it were youre pleseinge, I wote wele sekurlye." "Sertes," quod this Schipman, "a tale I can tell, And therfore, herkeneth hyderward how that I wil spell." EXPLICIT PROLOGUS / INCIPIT FABULA NAUTE A marchant whilom dwelled att Sein Denys, That riche was, for which men helde him wys. A wif he hadde of excellent beauté, And compinable and reverent was sche, Which is a thinge that causeth more dispence Then worthe is al the chier and reverence. Series 2: BL Royal 18.C.ii Merchant-Wife of Bath Link (fol. 105a) "Beth war, I pray yow, for by Hevene Kyng Ful many man wenyth for to see a thing And it is all another than it semeth. He that mysconceyveth mysdemeth." And with that word, sche leep doun fro the tree. This Januare, who is glad but he? He kisseth hir and clippeth hir ful ofte, And on hir wombe he stroketh hir ful softe, And to his paleys hoom he hath hir lad. Now, good men, I pray yow to be glad. Thus endeth here my tale of Januarie. God blesse us and his moder Seynt Marie. Amen. THE PROLOG OF THE WYF OF BATHE Oure Hoost gan tho to loke up anon. "Gode men," quod he, "herkeneth everichon. As evere mote I drynke wyn or ale, This Marchande hath i-tolde a mery tale, How Januarie hadde a lither jape; His wyf put in his hood an ape. But hereof I wil leve off as now. Dame Wyf of Bathe," quod he, "I pray yow, Telle us a tale now next after this." "Sire Hoost," quod she, "so God my soule blis, As I fully therto wil consente And also it is myn hole entente To done yow alle disporte, as that I can. But holde me excused - I am a woman; I can not reherse as these clerkes kune." And right anon she hath hir tale bygune. HERE ENDITH THE PROLOG AND BEGYNNETH THE TALE Experience, though noon auctorité Were in this world, is right inowgh for me To speke of woo that is in mariage. For, lordynges, sethen I twelfe yere hadde of age, Thanked be God that is eterne alyve, Housbondes at chirche dore I have had fyve. Clerk-Franklin Link (fols. 145b-146a) "Ye arche-wyfes standeth at youre defence, Sith ye ben stronge as is a grete camayle Ne suffreth not that man don you offence, And sclendre wyfes fieble as in bataile Beth egre as a tygre yonde in Ynde; Ay clappeth as a mylle, I yow counsaile." HERE ENDITH THE CLERKE OF OXENFORD AND HERE BEGYNNETH THE PROLOG OF THE FRANKELEYN This worthi Clerk, whan endid was his tale, Oure Host seide and swor, "By Goddes bones, Me weere levere than a barel ale My wyf at home hadde herd this legend once! This is a gentil tale for the nonce. As to my purpos, wiste ye my wylle; But thing that will not be, lat it be stille. I have a wyf, though she pore be, Yit she hath an heepe of vyces, lo, For of hire tonge a moche shrewe is she, And to my wylle the contrarye wil she do. Therof no force! Lete alle suche thinges go. But wyte ye what? In consail be it saide, Me rewyth sore that I am to hire taide. Sire Frankeleyn, cometh nere, yif hit youre wil be, And telle us a tale, as ye are a worthi man." "Hit schal be do, truly, Hoost," quod he. "I wil yow telle as hertely as I can. Holdeth me excused, though I unworthi am To telle you a tale, for I wole not rebelle Agens youre wille - a tale wole I telle. HERE ENDITH THE PROLOG AND BEGYNNETH THE TALE These olde gentil Bretouns in here dayes, Of divers aventures maden layes, Remayed in here first Briton tunge, Which layes with here instrumentz they songe, Or elles redden hem for here plesaunce, And oon of hem have in remembraunce, Which I shal sayn with good wille, as I can." Canon's Yeoman-Physician Link (fol. 174a) For whoso maketh God his adversarie, As for to worche enything in contrarye Unto his wille, certes, nevere schal he thryfe, Thogh that he multiplie terme of his lyfe. And there a poynt, for endid is my tale. God sende every trewe man bote of his bale. THE PROLOG OF THE DOCTOR OF PHECYK When that this Yoman his tale endid hadde Of this fals chanon whiche that was so badde, Oure Hoost gan seie, "Truly and certayn, This preest was begyled sothely forto sayn; He wenynge for to be a philosophre Til he right no gold lefte in his cofre. And sothely this prest had a lyther jape. This cursed chanon put in his hood an apey. But all this passe I over as now. Sire Doctour of Phisik, I pray yow, Telle us a tale of som honest matere." "It schall be don, yif that ye wole hit here," Saide this Doctor, and his tale bygan anon. "Now, gode men," quod he, "herkeneth everychon." HERE ENDITH THE PROLOG / AND BEGYNNETH THE TALE Ther was, as telleth us Tytus Lyveus, A knyght that cleped was Virgineus, Fulfilled of honoures and worthinesse, And strong of frendes and of richesse. A dougher he hadde by his wyf, And nevere had he mo in al his lyf. Pardoner-Shipman Link (fol. 185a) But right anone the worthi Knyght bygan, Whan that he sawh that alle the peple lowhe, "No more of this, for it is right inowhe. Sire Pardoner, be mery and glad of chere, And ye, Sire Hoost, that ben to me so dere, I pray yow that ye kysse the Pardonere. And, Pardoner, I pray you draw you nere, And as we did, lete us lawh and play." And anoon thei kissed and riden forth her way. THE PROLOG OF THE SHIPMAN "Now frendes," saide oure Hoost so dere, "How lyketh you, by John, the Pardoner? For he hath unbokeled wel the male; He hath us told right a thrifty tale As touching of mysgovernaunce. I pray to God, geve hym good chaunce. As ye have herde of thise riotoures thre, Now gentil Maryner, hertly I pray the, Telle us a good tale and that right anone." "Hit schal be don, by God and by Seynt John," Seide this Maryner, "as wel as ever I can." And right anone his tale he bygan. HERE ENDITH [THE PROLOG] AND BEGYNETH THE TALE A [marchant w]hilom duelled at Seynt Denys, That [riche was], for whiche men held him wys. A wyf [he] had of excellent beauté, And compaynable and reverent was she. |
companion dice fornicated thereon; (see note) misbehavior; follows thereof; tell; (see note) hear; valiant (king in the tale) won (son of Cambyuskan) (another son) fought; two (heroine); before where But; stopping-point; (see note) Till (see note) their let (see note) oath By not; (see note) Experience enough woe since surely Though; life period relief for his pain cunning; (see note) Since coals (the Canon); (see note) scoundrels; by them; curse craftinesses; (see note) truths history; (see note) wisdom written by (the Knight); laughed enough thee; draw near (see note) amuse; (see note) certainly Surely narrate believes misjudges i.e., Maye embraces then; (see note) every one (see note) cruel joke; (see note) i.e., made a fool of him bless whole amusement (see note) recite; know how enough camel slender fierce; India chatter; mill I'd rather; barrel of ale saint's life for the occasion you know (see note) bitch never mind know regret; tied near, if it It; done their Rhymed work thrive relief for his pain Canon's Yeoman canon (see note) believing; (see note) strong-box cruel joke made a fool of him respectable if; it hear Livy called laughed enough laugh their way (see note) bag; (see note) profitable (see note) thee It sociable |