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11. Chançon Royal Venez veoir qu’a fait Pymalion; Venez veoir excellente figure; Venez veoir l’amie de Jason; Venez veoir bouche a poy d’ouverture; Venez veoir de Hester la bonté; Venez veoir de Judith la Beauté; Venez veoir les doulz yeulz Dame Helaine; Venez oïr doulce voix de Serainne; Venez veoir Polyxene la Blonde; Venez veoir de plaisance la plaine, Qui n’a de tout pareille ne seconde. Avisez bien sa gente impression; Avisez bien sa maniere seüre; Avisez bien l’imaginacion De son gent corps a joieuse estature; Avisez bien sa lie humilité; Avisez bien sa simple gaieté; Avisez bien comment de biens est plaine; Avisez bien sa faiture hautaine; Avisez bien comment elle suronde En meurs, en sens, au tant que dame humaine Qui soit vivant a ce jour en ce monde. Ymaginez humble condicion Qui la maintient en parfaite mesure Si qu’en elle a de tout bel et tout bon, Au tant que dame ou vaillance prent cure. Ymaginez sa gracieuseté; Ymaginez son sens amoderé; Ymaginez l’excellence hautainne De son estat que Leesce a bien mainne, Et vous direz, “Vela dame ou habonde Honnour, savoir, avis, joie mondaine, Sens, simplesce, bonté, et beauté monde.” C’est ma dame dont j’atens guerredon; C’est mon confort; c’est ma pensee pure; C’est mon espoir; c’est la provision Des hautains biens en qui je m’asseüre; C’est ma joie, mon secours, ma santé, Mon riche vuet, de long temps desiré, Mon doulx ressort, ma dame souveraine; C’est celle aussi qui tous les jours m’estraine De la joieuse et tresamoureuse onde De qui Penser avient du droit demaine De Loyauté, que Leesce areonde. Dame que j’aim, flour de perfection, Rousee en May, soleil qui tousdis dure, Flun de doulçour, a cui comparoison D’autre dame belle ne s’amesure Quant a mon veuil ne a ma voulenté, Si vrayement que mi bien sont enté En vous du tout. Ne soit de vous lointainne Pitié pour moy, donner garison sainne, Car trop seroit ma tristresce parfonde S’elle n’estoit de vostre cuer prochainne, Fuiant Dangier que Bonne Amour confonde. L’envoy Princes du puy, savez vous qu’i demainne Ma dame en bien a joieuse faconde, Et ce qu’elle est? De Deduit chievetainne, Si que la voir les cuers de vices monde. |
11. [The Lady’s Perfection] Come see what Pygmalion has made; Come see the excellent form; Come see the loved one of Jason; Come see the little mouth; Come see the goodness of Esther; Come see the beauty of Judith; Come see the sweet eyes of Lady Helen; Come hear the sweet voice of the Siren; Come see Polyxena the Blonde; Come see the fullness of pleasure, Who has among all no equal nor second. Study well her noble figure; Study well her assured manner; Study well the image Of her noble body of delightful stature; Study well her happy humility; Study well her modest gaiety; Study well how she is full of goodness; Study well her superb features; Study well how she excels In character, in wisdom, as much as any lady Who is living at this day in this world. Imagine her modest bearing Which maintains perfect moderation So that in her is all beautiful and good, As much as in any valiant lady. Imagine her graciousness; Imagine her temperate good sense; Imagine the high excellence Of her position, which Joy guides toward good, And you will say, “Here is a lady in whom abounds Honor, wisdom, judgment, worldly joy, Understanding, modesty, goodness, and flawless beauty.” She is my lady from whom I await reward; She is my comfort; she is my pure thought; She is my hope; she is the provision Of the exalted benefits in which I find security. She is my joy, my help, my health, My rich wish, long desired, My sovereign lady, my sweet refuge; She it is also who all the days keeps me In the joyous and very amorous sea In which Thought comes from the true domain Of Loyalty, which surrounds Delight. Lady that I love, flower of perfection, Dew in May, sun which always shines, Well of sweetness, to whom there is no measure Of comparison with other beautiful ladies, Either in my desire or my will, So truly is my good rooted Completely in you. May Pity for me not be Far from you, to give me complete healing, For my sadness would be too deep If she were not close to your heart, Fleeing Danger which confounds Good Love. The Envoy Prince of the puy, do you know what governs My lady in goodness in joyous plenty, And what she is? Sovereign of Delight, So that seeing her cleanses hearts of vice. |
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