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John Lydgate's Prologue to the Siege of Thebes

(BL Arundel 119, fols. 1a-4a)

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Whan brighte Phebus passed was the Ram
Myd of Aprille and into Bole cam,
And Satourn old with his frosty face
In Virgyne taken had his place,
Malencolik and slowgh of mocioun,
And was also in thoposicioun
Of Lucina, the mone moyst and pale,
That many shour fro hevene made avale;
Whan Aurora was in the morowe red,
And Jubiter in the Crabbes hed
Hath take his paleys and his mansioun,
The lusty tyme and joly fressh sesoun
Whan that Flora, the noble myghty quene,
The soyl hath clad in newe tendre grene
With her floures craftyly y-meynt,
Braunch and bough with red and whit depeynt,
Fletinge the bawme on hilles and on valys -
The tyme in soth whan Canterbury talys
Complet and told at many sondry stage
Of estatis in the pilgrimage,
Everich man lik to his degré,
Some of desport, some of moralité,
Some of knyghthode, love and gentillesse,
And some also of perfit holynesse,
And some also in soth of ribaudye
To make laughter in the companye -
Ech admitted, for non wold other greve -
Lich as the Cook, the Millere and the Reve
Aquytte hemsilf, shortly to conclude,
Boystously in her teermes rude,
Whan thei hadde wel dronken of the bolle;
And ek also with his pylled nolle,
The Pardowner, beerdlees al his chyn,
Glasy-eyed, and face of Cherubyn,
Tellyng a tale to angre with the Frere,
As opynly the storie can yow lere,
Word for word with every circumstaunce,
Echon y-write and put in remembraunce
By hym that was, yif I shal not feyne,
Floure of poetes thorghout al Breteyne,
Which sothly hadde most of excellence
In rethorike and in eloquence -
Rede his making, who list the trouthe fynde! -
Which never shal appallen in my mynde,
But alwey fressh ben in my memoyre,
To who be gove pris, honure, and gloyre
Of wel seyinge, first in oure language,
Chief registrer of this pilgrimage,
Al that was tolde, forgeting noght at al
Feyned talis nor thing historial,
With many proverbe divers and unkouth,
Be rehersaile of his sugrid mouth,
Of eche thyng keping in substaunce
The sentence hool withoute variance,
Voyding the chaf, sothly for to seyn,
Enlumynyng the trewe piked greyn
Be crafty writinge of his sawes swete,
Fro the tyme that thei ded mete
First the pylgrimes, sothly everichon,
At the Tabbard assembled, on be on,
And fro Suthwerk, shortly forto saye,
To Canterbury ridyng on her weie,
Tellynge a tale, as I reherce can,
Lich as the Hoste assigned every man,
None so hardy his biddyng disobeye.
   And this whil that the pilgrymes leye
At Canterbury, wel louged on and all,
I not in soth what I may it call -
Hap or Fortune - in conclusioun
That me byfil to entren into toun,
The holy seynt pleynly to visite
Aftere siknesse, my vowes to aquyte,
In a cope of blak and not of grene,
On a palfrey slender, long and lene,
With rusty brydel mad nat for the sale,
My man toforn with a voide male
Which of Fortune took myn inne anon
Where the pylgrymes were logged everichon.
   The same tyme her governour, the Host,
Stonding in hall, ful of wynde and bost,
Lich to a man wonder sterne and fers,
Which spake to me and seide anon, "Daun Pers,
Daun Domynyk, Daun Godfrey or Clement,
Ye be welcom newly into Kent,
Thogh youre bridel have neither boos ne belle.
Besechinge you that ye wil me telle
First youre name, and of what contré -
Withoute mor, shortly that ye be -
That loke so pale, al devoyde of blood,
Upon youre hede a wonder thred-bare hood,
Wel araied for to ride late."
   I answerde my name was Lydgate,
Monk of Bery, nygh fyfty yere of age -
"Come to this toune to do my pilgrimage,
As I have hight. I ha therof no shame!"
   "Daun John," quod he, "wel broke ye youre name!
Thogh ye be soul, beth right glad and light,
Preiying you soupe with us tonyght,
And ye shal han made at youre devis
A gret puddyng or a rounde hagys,
A Franch-mole, a tansey, or a froyse.
To ben a monk, sclender is youre koyse!
Ye han be seke, I dar myn hede assure,
Or late fed in a feynt pasture.
Lift up youre hed, be glad, tak no sorowe!
And ye shal hom ride with us tomorowe,
I seye, whan ye rested han your fille.
Aftere soper, slepe wol do non ille.
Wrappe wel youre hede clothes rounde about.
Strong notty ale wol mak you route.
Tak a pylow that ye lye not lowe;
Yif nede be, spar not to blowe!
To holde wynde, be myn opynyoun,
Wil engendre collis passioun
And make men to greven on her roppys
Whan thei han filled her mawes and her croppys.
But toward nyght, ete some fenel rede,
Annys, comyn, or coriandre sede,
And lik as I pouer have and myght,
I charge yow rise not at mydnyght,
Thogh it so be the moone shyne cler.
I wol mysilf be youre orloger
Tomorow erly, whan I se my tyme,
For we wol forth parcel afore pryme;
A company, parde, shal do you good!
What? Look up, monk! For by kokkis blood,
Thow shalt be mery, whoso that sey nay.
For tomorowe, anoon as it is day,
And that it gynne in the est to dawe,
Thow shalt be bound to a newe lawe
Att goyng oute of Canterbury toune,
And leyn aside thy professioun.
Thou shalt not chese nor thisilf withdrawe,
Yif eny myrth be founden in thy mawe,
Lyk the custom of this compenye.
For non so proude that dar me denye,
Knight nor knave, chanon, prest ne nonne,
To telle a tale pleynly as thei konne,
Whan I assigne and se tyme opportune.
And for that we our purpoos wil contune,
We wil homward the same custome use,
And thow shalt not platly the excuse.
Be now wel war; stody wel tonyght!
But for al this, be of herte light;
Thy wit shal be the sharper and the bet!"
   And we anon were to soper set
And served wel unto oure plesaunce;
And sone after, be good governaunce,
Unto bed goth every maner wight.
   And towarde morowe anon as it was light,
Every pilgryme both bet and wors,
As bad our Hoste, toke anon his hors
Whan the sonne roos in the est ful clyere,
Fully in purpoos to come to dynere
Unto Osspryng and breke there oure faste.
   And whan we weren from Canterbury paste
Noght the space of a bowe draught,
Our Hoost in hast hath my bridel raught
And to me seide, as it were in game:
"Come forth, Daun John, be your Cristene name,
And lat us make some manere myrth or play!
Shet youre portoos, a twenty devel way!
Is no disport so to patere and seie.
It wol make youre lippes wonder dreye.
Tel some tale, and make therof jape,
For be my rouncy, thow shalt not eskape.
But prech not of non holynesse;
Ginne some tale of myrth or of gladnesse,
And nodde not with thyn hevy bekke.
Telle us somethyng that draweth to effekke
Only of joye. Make no lenger lette!"
   And whan I saugh it wolde be no bette,
I obeyde unto his biddynge,
So as the lawe me bonde in al thinge,
And as I coude with a pale cheere,
My tale I gan anon, as ye shal here.
 
   EXPLICIT PROLOGUS
   INCIPIT PARS PRIMA
 
   "Sirs," quod I, "sith of your curteseye
I entred am into your companye
And admitted, a tale for to telle,
By hym that hath pouer to compelle -
I mene our Host, governour and guyde -
Of yow echon ridyng her beside,
Thogh that my wit barayn be and dull,
I wol reherce a story wonderful
Towchinge the siege and destruccioun
Of worthy Thebees, the myghty royal toun,
Bylt and begonne of olde antiquité
Upon the tyme of worthy Josué
Be dyligence of Kyng Amphioun,
Chief cause first of his fundacioun,
For which his fame which nevere shal away,
In honure floureth yit unto this day,
And in story remembred is and preised . . .
i.e., sun; Aries; (see note)
In middle; Taurus
 
Virgo
slow; motion
the opposition
Diana; moon
many a shower; fall
Dawn; morning
Jupiter; Cancer's
palace
 
 
 
artfully combined
decorated
Suffusing; balm-scent
indeed; tales; (see note)
Are performed
ranks
Every; social estate
amusement
nobility
perfect
coarseness
 
included; insult
Such; (see note)
Conducted themselves
their expressions
bowl
balding scalp; (see note)
beardless
 
against
teach
 
 
if; falsify
(see note)
 
 
poetry; whoever desires
fade
memory
given praise
 
recorder
 
Fictional
little-known
By narration
 
meaning whole
Eliminating; say
selected kernels
By artful; expressions
did; (see note)
 
one by one
 
their way
repeat
Such
courageous
resided
lodged one; (see note)
don't know
 
happened
(St. Thomas à Becket) sincerely; (see note)
vows to fulfil
cloak; (see note)
riding-horse
not worth selling
servant in front; empty purse
Who by chance arranged my lodging
every one
their; (Harry Bailly); (see note)
boastful speech
Like; fierce
Who; Don; (see note)
 
 
ornament
 
 
concisely
 
amazingly; (see note)
outfitted
(see note)
(Bury St. Edmunds); nearly
 
vowed; have
broached
alone; happy
dine; (see note)
have; desire
haggis
French-cake; omelette; pancake
slender; body
sick; guarantee
sparse
 
 
 
 
(see note)
nutty; snore
 
If; fart
by
colic's; (see note)
in their guts
bellies; gullets
red fennel
anise; cumin
power
(see note)
 
clock
 
as a group; 6 a.m.
certainly
i.e., God's blood
 
as soon as; (see note)
east; dawn
 
 
lay
have no choice
If; stomach
 
 
canon; priest
fully; know how
 
continue
 
flatly yourself
alert; study
 
better
 
 
soon; by
person
morning; (see note)
 
ordered
 
day's first meal
 
passed
draw (arrow's flight)
seized
 
by
 
Shut; breviary
[It] is; say paternosters
dry
jest; (see note)
by; horse
 
Begin
beak (nose); (see note)
effect
delay
better
 
 
expression
hear
 
 
 
 
since
 
 
 
 
each; here
sterile; (see note)
relate
Pertaining to
 
founded
Joshua; (see note)
By
its