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John Lydgate, Dance of Death: A Version (Selden)

fol. 148rVerba TranslatorisWords of the Translator

O yee folkes harde-hertid as a stone,Wich to the worlde have al your advertence,attentionLiche as it shulde laste evere in ooneLike always the sameWhere is your witt, wher is your providencewit preparation for the futureline5To se aforn the sodeine violencein advance suddenOf cruel Dethe, that ben so wis and sage,prudentWiche sleeth, allas, by stroke of pestilenceBothe yong and olde, of lowe and hy parage?parentage

Deeth sparith not lowe ne hy degré.statusline10Popes, kynges, ne worthy emperoursWhan thei shyne most in felicité,prosperityHe can abate the fresshnes of her flours,their flowersThe bright sonne clipsen with his shours,eclipse its showersMake hem plunge from her sees lowe.fall low from their high positionsline15Magré the myght of alle these conquerours,In spite ofFortune hath hem from her whele ythrowe.themthrown

Considerith this, ye folkes that ben wys,are wiseAnd it enprentith in youre memorial,imprint memoryLike the exawmple wiche that at ParysParisline20I fonde depict oones in a walonceFul notably, as I reherce shal:as I will tellTher, of Frensshe clerkis takyng aqueintaunce,French clerics makingI toke on me to translatyn al,Oute of the Frensshe, Machabres Daunce.

fol. 148vBy whos avys and counceil atte the leste,advice and counsel at lastline26Thorugh her steryng and her mocioun,guidance suggestionI obeide unto her requeste,theirTherof to make a playn translaciouncomplete translationIn Englissh tonge, of entenciounline30That proude folkes, wiche that ben stout and bold,valiantAs in a mirrour toforn in her resounbeforeHer ougly fine may cleerly ther bihold,Their ugly end

By exaumple that thei in her ententistheir intentionsAmende her lif in every maner age.every stage of their lifeline35The wiche Daunce at Seint InnocentisPortreied is with al the surplusagewith all the restTo shewe this worlde is but a pilgrimageYeven unto us our lyves to correcte.GivenAnd to declare the fyne of oure passagerelate outcome journeyline40Right anoon my stile I wille directe.stylus

Verba AuctorisWords of the Author

O creatures ye that ben resonablewho are reasonableThe liif desiring wiche is eternal,Ye may se here doctrine ful notable,seeYoure lif to lede wich that is mortal,line45Therby to lerne in especialin particularHowe ye shul trace the Daunce of Machabre,followTo man and womman yliche natural,alikeFor deth ne spareth hy ne lowe degré.does not spare

In this mirrour every wight may findepersonline50That him bihoveth to goo upon this daunce.That he must goWho goth toforn or who shal goo behinde,goes firstAl dependith in Goddis ordinaunce.God’s planWherfore eche man lowly take his chaunce;humblyDeeth spareth not pore ne blood royal.line55Eche man therfore have in remembraunce:Of o mater God hath forged al.

fol. 149rDeeth to the Pope

O yee that ben set most hie in dignitéOf alle estatis in erthe spiritual,And like as Petir had the soverenitéline60Overe the chirche and statis temporal:Upon this daunce ye firste bigyn shal,As moste worthy lorde and governour,For al the worship of youre astate papalhigh esteem papal estateAnd of lordship to God is the honour.dominion

¶ The Pope aunswerith

line65First me bihoveth this daunce for to ledeit is proper for meWich sat in erthe hiest in my seeWho seat of authorityThe state ful perillous ho so takith hedeTo occupie Petris dignitéBut al for that Deth I may not fle,line70On his daunce with other for to trace,to followFor wich al honour, who prudently can se,Is litel worth that dothe so sone pace.so soon pass [away]

Deeth to the Emperour

Sir Emperour, lorde of al the ground,earthSoverein prince and hiest of noblesse:preeminent nobilityline75Ye must forsake of golde your appil round,Septre and swerd and al youre hy prowesse.Scepter sword martial deedsBehinde leve your tresour and ricchesse,And with othir to my daunce obeie.obeyAgein my myght is worth noon hardinesse;Against no valorline80Adamis children alle thei mosten deie.Adam’s children (i.e., humanity) must

¶ The Emperour answerith

I not to whom that I may apeleknow not appealTouchingDeth wiche doth me so constreine.Concerning compelTher is no gein to helpe my querele,aid complaintBut spade and pikois my grave to ateyne,pickaxe reachline85A simple shete — ther is no more to seyneto sayTo wrappe in my body and visage,faceTherupon sore I may compleineferventlyThat lordis grete have litel avauntage.advantage

fol. 149vDeeth to the Cardinal

Ye ben abaisshid, it semeth, and in dredeupset full of dreadline90Sir Cardinal — it shewith by youre chereexpressionBut yit forthy ye folowe shulle in dedeyou shall follow forth in deathWith othir folke my daunce for to lere.to learnYoure grete aray al shal bileven here,fine clothingshall be leftYoure hatte of reed, youre vesture of grete cost.red hat [ecclesiastical] garmentline95Alle these thingis rekenyd wele yfere:In greet honour good avis is lost.judgment

¶ The Cardinal answerith

I have grete cause — certis this is no faillecertainly mistakeTo ben abaisshid and greetly drede me,upset to have great dreadSithenDeeth is come me sodeinly to assaille,Because to attack me suddenlyline100That I shal nevere heraftir clothed beIn grys ne ermyn like to my degré,gray fur (possibly squirrel) ermineMy hatte of reed leve eke in distresse,leave alsoBy wiche I have lerned wel and seeHowe that al joie endith in hevynesse.sorrow

Deeth to the Kyng

line105O noble kyng, moste worthi of renoun,renownCome forthe anone for al youre worthinesse,at once nobilityThat somtyme had aboute yow envirounon all sidesGreet rialté and passing hy noblesse.royalty very high nobilityBut right anoone al youre grete hynesimmediately great statusline110Sool fro youre men in hast ye shul it lete.Who moste aboundith here in greet ricchesaboundsShal bere with hym but a sengle shete.

¶ The Kynge answerith

I have not lernyd here aforn to daunceheretoforeNo daunce in sooth of footyng so savage,in truth frenziedline115Wherfore I see by clere demonstraunce:by clear proofWhat pride is worth force or hy lynage?power noble birthDeeth al fordothe — this is his usagedestroys practiceGreet and smale that in this worlde sojourne.Who is most meke I hold he is most sage,meek wiseline120For we shal al to dede asshes tourne.

fol. 150rDeeth to the Patriarke

Sir Patriarke, alle youre humble chereattitudeNe quite yow not, ne youre humilité.Do not acquit youYoure double crosse of gold and stones clere,double crossYoure power hoole, and al youre dignitéwhole rankline125Some othir shal of verrey equitéin accordance with divine lawPossede anoone, as I reherce can.as I can sayTrustith nevere that ye shal pope be,For foly hope deceiveth many a man.foolish

¶ The Patriarke aunswereth

Worldly honour, greet tresour, and richesseline130Have me deceivid sothfastly in dede.truly in deathMyn olde joies ben turned to tristesse.sadnessWhat vailith it suche tresour to possede?What use is it possessHy clymbyng up a falle hath for his mede;for its rewardGrete estates folke wasten oute of noumbre.line135Who mountith hy — it is sure and no drede —rises highGreet berthen dothe hym ofte encoumbre.burden

Deeth to the Constable

It is my right to reste and yow constreinearrest detainWith us to daunce, my maister SirConstable,For more strong than evere was CharlemayneCharlemagneline140Deeth hath aforced and more worshipable,forced worthy of respectFor hardines, ne knyghthood — this is no fable —Ne stronge armure of plates ne of mayle.plate armor chainmailWhat geyneth armes of folkes moste notableWhat gain isWhan cruel Deeth luste hem to assaile?desires them

¶ The Constable answerith

line145My purpos was and hool entenciounentire intentTo assaille castelles and mighty forteresses,And bringe folke unto subjeccioun,To seke honour, fame, and grete richesses.But I se wel that al worldly prowessessee clearly earthly valorline150Deeth can abate, wich is a grete dispite.demolishvengeanceTo him aloone sorwe and eke swetnesses,alone alsoFor ageinDeeth is founded no respite.against is found reprieve

fol. 150vDeeth to the Archebisshop

Sir Archebisshoppe, whi do ye yow withdraweretreatSo frowardly as it were by disdeyn?insolently with contemptline155Ye muste aproche to my mortel lawe:draw near toIt to contrarie it were not but in veyn.to opposeFor day by day, ther is noon othir geyn,Deeth at hande pursueth every coost.course of actionPrest and dette mote be yolde agein,line160And at o day men counten with her oost.the last day reckon host

¶The Archibisshoppe answereth

Allas, I woote not what partie for to flee,don’t know where to fleeFor drede of Dethe I have so grete distresse,To ascape his myght I can no refute se.That who so knewe his constreint and duresse,whoever oppression crueltyline165He wolde take resoun to maistresse.mistressAdewe, my tresour, my pompe, and pride also,GoodbyeMy peintid chaumbres, my port, and my fresshnesse,For thing that bihoveth nedes must be do.

Deth to the Baroun

Ye that amonge lordis and barounsline170Hav had so longe worship and renoun,Forgete youre trumpetis and youre clariouns.This is no dreme ne simulacioun.deceptionSomtime youre custome and entencioundesireWas with ladies to daunce in the shade,line175But ofte it happith, in conclusioun,That o man brekith that anothir made.one breaks

¶ The Baroun or the Knyht answerith

Ful ofte sithe I have bene auctorisedtimes authorizedTo hie emprises and thinges of greet fame.enterprisesOf hie and lowe my thanke also devised,gratitude contrivedline180Cherisshed with ladies and wymmen hie of name.Ne nevere on me was put no defameIn lordis court, wiche that was notable.But Deethis strook hath made me so lamestroke helplessUndre hevene in erthe is nothing stable.

fol. 151rDeeth to the Lady of Grete AstateEstate

line185Come forthe anone, my lady and princesse,Ye muste also goo upon this daunce.Nowt may availle youre grete straungenesse,No help will be haughtinessNouther youre beauté, ne youre greet plesaunce,Neither charmYoure riche aray, ne youre daliaunce,fancy clothes flirtingline190That sumtyme cowde so many holde on hondecould hold in your swayIn love for al youre double variaunce.duplicityYe mote as nowe this footing undirstonde.

¶ The Lady answerith

Allas, I see ther is none othir boote.remedyDeeth hath in erthe no lady ne maistresse,mistressline195And on his daunce yit muste I nedis foote.yet stepFor ther nys qwene, contesse, ne duchesseFlouringe in beauté ne in fairnesseFlourishing fair appearanceThat she of Deeth moteDethes trace sewe.dance beholdFor to youre bewté and countirfeet fresshnessefalse youthfulnessline200Owre rympled age seith farewele, adewe.Our wrinkled age goodbye

Deeth to the Bisshoppe

My lorde sir Bisshoppe, with youre mytre and croos,miter and crossFor al youre ricchesse, sothly I ensure,truly I assure youFor al youre tresour so longe kept in cloos,privately ownedYoure worldly goodes and goodes of nature,line205And of youre sheep the gostli dredeful cure,flock spiritual pastoral dutyWith charge committid to youre prelacie,prelacy (i.e., office of bishop)For to acounte ye shulle be broughte to lure.brought under controlNo wight is sure that clymbeth overe hie.person secure

¶ The Bisshoppe answerith

My herte truly is nouther glad ne myrieneither happyline210Of sodein tidinges wiche that ye bring.Because of the unexpected newsMy festis turned into simple feryefood (fare)That for discomfort me list nothing syng;desireThe worlde contrarie nowe to me in workyngThat alle folkes can so disherite.disinheritline215He that al withhalt, allas, at oure parting,withholdsAnd al shal passe save only oure merite.

fol. 151vDeeth to the Squier

Come forth Sir Squier, right fresshe of youre aray,youthfulattireThat can of daunces al the newe gise:knows new fashionThough ye bare armes fressh horsed yisterday,line220With spere and shelde at youre unkouthe devise,And toke on yow so many hy emprise,undertakingDaunceth with us, it wil no bettir be;Ther is no socour in no manere wise,assistance of any kindFor no man may froDethes stroke fle.

¶ The Squier aunswerith

line225Sithen that Dethe me holdith in his lace,Because snareYet shal Y speke o worde or Y pace:I; one; before; goAdieu, al myrthe, adieu nowe, al solace;Adieu, my ladies, somtime so fressh of face;youthfulAdieu, beuté, plesaunce, and solace!charmline230Of Dethes chaunge every day is prime;a new beginningThinketh on youre soules or that Deth manace,before Death threatensFor al shal rote, and no man wote what tyme.decay knows

Deeth to the Abbot

Come forth, Sir Abbot, with youre brood hatte,broadBeeth not abaisshed (though ye have right).upset good reasonline235Greet is your hede, youre bely large and fatte;bellyYe mote come daunce though ye be nothing light.mustLeveth youre abbey to some othir wight,personYoure eir is of age youre state to occupie.heir positionWho that is fattest, I have hym behight,designatedline240In his grave shal sonnest putrefie.soonest decay

¶ The Abbot answerith

Of thi thretis have I noon enviethreats grudgeThat I shal nowe leve al governaunce.But that I shal as a cloistrer dye —cloistered monkThis doth to me passinge grete grevaunce.causes me exceedingly great offenseline245Mi liberté nor my greet habondaunceWhat may availe in any manere wise?help in any kind of wayYit axe I mercy with hertly repentaunce,ask heartfeltThough in diynge too late men hem avise.examine themselves

fol. 152rDeeth to the Abbesse

And ye, my lady gentil Dame Abbesse,of noble rank or birthline250With youre mantels furred large and wide,sleeveless overgarmentYoure veile, youre wymple passinge of greet richesse,And beddis softe ye mote nowe leie aside,bedding discardFor to this daunce I shal be youre guyde.Though ye be tendre and born of gentil blood,delicate nobleline255While that ye lyve for youresilfe provide,prepare yourselfFor aftir Deeth no man hath no good.possessions

¶ The Abbesse answerith

Allas, that Deeth hath thus for me ordeinedThat in no wise I may it not declyne,way avoidThough it so be ful ofte I have constreynedvery often compelledline260Brest and throte my notes out to twyne,to singMy chekes round vernysshed for to shyne,coated (i.e., as with a cosmetic)Ungirt ful ofte to walke atte largeUngirdled out and aboutThus cruel Dethe dothe al estates fyne.bring to an endWho hath no ship mote rowe yn bote or barge.must boat

Deeth to the Bally

line265Come forthe, Sir Bailly, that knowen al the gise,waysBy youre office, of trouthe and rightwisnes.Ye must come to a newe assisesession of civil courtExtorciouns and wronges to redres.Ye ben somonyd as lawe bit expres,summoned as required by lawline270To yelde acountes, the Juge wole yow charge,give accountsWiche hath ordeyned, to exclude al falsnes,That every man shal bere his owne charge.accept responsibility for

¶ The Bayly answerith

O thou, Lorde God, this is an hard journé,To whiche aforne I tooke but litel hede.before paid little attentionline275Mi chaunge is turned and that forthinkith me.fortuneunsettles meSumtyme with juges what me list to spedeliked to accomplishLay in my myght by favour or for mede.power through favors or bribesBut sithen ther is no rescuse by bataille,Because deliverance by battleI holde hym wys that cowde see indedeline280AgeinDeeth that none apele may vaille.no appeal will prevail

fol. 152vDeeth to the Astronomere

Come forthe, maister, that loken up so ferreWith instrumentis of astronomyTo take the grees and heighte of every sterre.degrees and heightWhat may availe al youre astrologie,helpline285Sethen ofAdam alle the genolagie,Since descendantsMade ferst of God to walke uppon the grounde,Deeth dooth areste? Thus seith theologie,And al shal die for an appil round.

¶ The Astronomere answerith

For al my craft, kunnynge, or scienceknowledgeline290I cannot finde no provisioun,provision (i.e., against Death)Ne in the sterris serche oute no defence,By domefiynge ne calculacioun,By locating the position of the starsSafe finally — in conclusioun —ExceptFor to discrive oure kunnyng every dele,explain in every aspectline295Ther is no more by sentence of resoun:by doctrineWho lyveth aright mote nedis dye wele.must necessarily die well

Deeth to the Burgeys

Sir Burgeis, what do ye lenger tarielonger delayFor al youre aver and youre greet ricchesse?possessionsThough ye be straunge, deynous, and contrarie,haughty, scornful crossline300To this daunce ye mote yow nedis dresse,you must necessarily prepare yourselfFor youre tresour, plenté, and largesseplenty abundanceFrom othere it cam and shal unto straungers.He is a fool that in suche bysynesbusinessWoot not for whom he stuffith his garners.Knows storerooms

¶ The Burgeis aunswerith

line305Certis to me it is greet displesaunceCertainly displeasureTo leve al this and may it not assure.I may not secure itHouses, rentes, tresour, and substaunce:material goodsDeeth al fordothe, suche is his nature.destroysTherfore wys is no creatureline310That set his herte on good that moot dissevere.must fall awayThe worlde it lente, and he wille it recovere,And who most hath lothest dieth evere.loathes to die always

fol. 153rDeeth to the Chanoun

And ye, Sir Chanoun, with many grete prebende,Ye may no lenger have distribuciouna share [of alms]line315Of golde and silver largely to dispende,extravagantly to squanderFor ther is nowe no consolacioun,But daunce with us for al youre hie renoun,lofty reputationFor ye of deeth stonde uppon the brink.Ye may therof have no dilacioun,postponementline320Deeth comyth ay whan men lest on him think.always least

¶ The Chanoun answerith

My benefices with many a personage,parsonageGod wote, ful lite may me nowe comforte.knows, very littleDeeth hath of me so grete avauntage;Al my ricches may me not disporte.cheer me upline325Amys of grys, thei wille agein resorteGarments of gray again returnUnto the worlde, surplys and prebende;surpliceAl is veinglorie, truly to reporte,To die wel eche man shulde entende.

Deeth to the Marchaunt

Ye riche marchaunt, ye mote loke hiderwarde,must over hereline330That passid have ful many divers londe,variousOn hors, on foot, havynge moste rewardesteemTo lucre and wynnyng, as I undirstond:To profit and wealthBut nowe to daunce ye mote yeve me youre honde,must giveFor al youre laboure ful litel availeth now.helpsline335Adieu, veinglorie, bothe of free and bonde!master and servantNo more coveite than thei that have ynow.covet enough

¶ The Marchaunt answerith

By manie an hil and many a straunge valeforeign valleyI have traveilid with my marchandise,Overe the see do carie many a balesea measurement of goodsline340To sundry iles, mo than I can devise.tellMy herte inwarde ay fret with covetise,always loadedBut al for nought — nowe Deeth doth me constreinedetainBy wiche I seie, by recorde of the wise,Who al enbraceth litel shal restreine.embraces restrain

fol. 153vDeeth to the ChartereuxCarthusian

line345Yeve me youre hond with chekis dede and pale,GiveCausid of wacche and longe abstinence,wakefulness (i.e., for a vigil)Sir Chartereux, and youresilfe avalehelp yourselfUnto this daunce with humble pacience.To stryve agein may be no resistence;againstline350Lenger to lyve set not youre memorie.direct not your attentionThow I be lothsom as in apparence,loathsomeAbove alle men Deth hath the victorie.

¶ The Chartereux aunswerith

Unto the worlde I was dede longe agoneagoBy my ordre and my professioun.[Carthusian] orderline355Though every man, be he nevere so stronge,Dredith to die by kindly mociounnatural instinctAftir his flesshly inclinacioun,But plese it to God my soule for to boroweFrom fendis myght and from dampnacioun;the Devil’s power damnationline360Some bene today that shulle not be tomorwe.are

Deeth to the Sergaunt

Come forthe, Sir Sergant with youre statly mace;Make no defence ne no rebellioun.Not may availe to grucche in this cace,aid complain caseThough ye be deynous of condicioun,arrogant by natureline365For nouther pele ne protecciounappealMay yow fraunchise to do nature wrong.empowerFor ther is noone so sturdy champioun;Though he be myghty, another is as stronge.

¶ The Sergeant answereth

Howe dare this Dethe sette on me areste,take me into custodyline370That am the kinges chosen officere,WhoWiche yisterday bothe west and esteMin office dide ful surquidous of chere?haughty attitudeBut nowe this day I am arestid heredetainedAnd may not flee, though I hadde it sworn.line375Eche man is lothe to die, ferre and nere,unwillingThat hath not lerned for to die aforn.before

fol. 154rDeeth to the Monke

Sir Monke also, with youre blak habite,black habitYe may no lenger holde here sojour.sojournTher is nothing that may yow here respite,reprieveline380Agein my myght yow for to do socour.Against to render assistanceYe mote acounte touching youre labour,must concerningHowe ye have spent it in dede, worde, and thought.To erthe and asshes turneth every flour;The life of man is but a thing of nought.

¶ The Monke answerith

line385I hadde levere in the cloistre bewould rather cloisterAt my book and studie my service,the MassWiche is a place contemplatif to se,But I have spent my life in many vice,Liche as a fool dissolut and nyce.Like frivolousline390God of his mercy graunt me repentaunce,By chere outwarde harde to devise.appearanceAlle be not mery wich that men se daunce.see

Deeth to the Usurere

ThouUsurer, loke up and biholde:Unto wynnynge you settist al thi peine,profit effortline395Whos covetise wexith nevere colde.growsThy gredy thrust so sore thee doth constreine,thirst powerfullyBut you shalt nevere thi desire ateyne.Such an etik thin herte frete shalconsuming passion devourThat, but of pité God his hande refreine,unless stayline400O perillous strook shal make thee lese al.One dreadful lose

¶ The Usurere answerith

Nowe me bihoveth sodeinly to deyWiche is to me grete peine and greet grevaunce.Socour to finde I see no maner wey,AssistanceOf golde ne silver by no chevesaunce.reliefline405Deeth thorugh his haste abit no parveauncemakes no provisionsOf folkes blinde, that cannot look wel.Ful ofte happith by kinde or fatal chauncenature accidentSome have faire eyghen that see nevere adele.good eyes a bit

fol. 154v¶ The Pore Man to the Usurere

Usuré to God is ful grete offenceline410And in his sight a grete abusioun.abuseThe pore borwith par cas for indigence,borrow because ofThe riche lent by fals colluciounlend conspiracyOnly for lucre in his entencioun.profitDeeth shal hem bothe to acountes sette,take to accountline415To make rekenynge by computacioun;settle accounts countingNo man is quit that is bihinde of dette.discharged [from debt] behind

Deeth to the FisicianPhysician

Maister of phisik, wiche on youre urynemedicine who urineSo loke and gase and stare agein the sonne,gaze againstFor al youre craft and studie of medicine,line420Al the practyk and sience that ye konne,practical and theoretical knowledgeYour lyves cours so ferforthe is ironne.to a great extent runAgein my myght youre craft may not endureFor al the golde that ye therby have wonne.Good leche is he that can himsilfe recure.doctor cure

¶ The Fisician answerith

line425Ful longe agon that I unto phisikago medicineSette my witt and my dilligence,In speculatif and also in practik,theorizing practiceTo gete a name thorugh myn excellence,To finde oute agens pestilenceline430Preservatives to staunche it and to fine,Protections stop end (it)But I dar seie, shortly in sentence,conciselyAgensDeeth is worth no medicine.

Deeth to the Amerous Squier

Ye that be gentil, so fresshe and amerous,noble youthful amorousOf yeres yonge, flouringe in youre grene age,line435Lusty, free of herte, and eke desirous,Vigorous also filled with desireFul of devises and chaunge in youre corage,intrigues inconstancy heartPlesaunt of port, of look, and of visagedeportment appearanceBut al shal turne into asshes dede,For al bewté is but a feint ymage,beauty unreliable imageline440Wiche stelith aweye or folkes can take hede.steals away before take notice

fol. 155r¶ The Squier answerith

Allas, allas I can nowe no socourknow assistanceAgensDethe for mysilfe provide.Adieu, of youthe the lusty fresshe flour,lively youthfulAdieu, veinglorie of bewté and of pride,beautyline445Adieu, al service of the god Cupide,Adieu, my ladies, so fressh, so wel besein,youthful good lookingFor ageinDethe nothing may abide,And windes grete gon doun with litil reyn.

Deeth to the Gentilwomman Amerous

Come forthe, maistresse, of yeris yonge and grenemistress freshline450Wiche holde youresilfe of bewté sovereyne.preeminentAs faire as yee was somtyme Polycene,fair once PolyxenaPenolope, and the quene Eleyne,HelenYit on this daunce thei wente bothe tweine,Yet both of themAnd so shulle ye for al youre straungenesse.despite haughtinessline455Though daunger longe in love hath lad youre reine,resistance reignArestid is youre chaunge of doubilnesse.Halted faithlessness

¶ The Gentilwomman answerith

O cruel Deeth that sparest none estate,To old and yonge thou art indifferent.To my bewté thou hast yseide chekmate,line460So hasty is thi mortal jugement.swiftFor in my youthe this was myn entent,To my service many a man to have lured.But she is a fool, shortly in sentement,conciselyThat in hir bewté is too moche assurid.

Deeth to the Man of Lawe

line465Sir Advocate, short processe for to make,legal argumentYe mote come plete afore the highe Juge.plead your case beforeMany a quarel ye have undirtakecomplaintAnd for lucre to do folke refuge,profit legal redressBut my fraunchise is so large and hugebody of legal rightsline470That counceile none availe may but trouthe.He skapith wisly of Deeth the greet delugeescapes floodTofore the doom who is not teint with slouthe.Before judgment tainted

fol. 155v¶ The Man of Lawe answerith

Of right and resoun by Naturis lawe,I cannot putte ageinDeeth no defence,line475Ne by no sleighte me kepe ne withdrawecunning protect nor excuse myselfFor al my wit and my greet prudenceTo make apele from his dredful sentence.appealNothing in erthe may a man preserveAgeins His myght to make resistence;line480God quite al men like as thei deserve.repays

Deeth to the Jourrour

Maister Jurrour, wiche that at assiseJuror sessions of civil courtAnd atte shires questes doste embrace,shire’s inquests illegally influenceDepartist londe like to thi devise,Divided schemeAnd who most yaf moste stode in thi grace:gave (i.e., bribed)line485The pore man lost londe and place;positionFor golde thou cowdest folkes disherite.disinheritBut nowe lete se, with thi teint face,see guiltyTofore the Juge howe thou canst thee quite.Before acquit yourself

¶ The Jourour answerith

Somtyme I was clepid in my cuntrécalled countryline490The bellewedir, and that was not a lite.bellwether small thingNought loved but drad of lowe and hie degré,feared byFor whom me list by crafte I coude endite,I pleased cunning convictAnd hange the trewe and the theef respite;reprieveAl the cuntré by my worde was lad.ledline495But I dar sey, shortly for to writequicklyOf my dethe many a man is glad.

Deeth to the Minstral

O thou mynstral, that canst so note and pipesingUnto folkes for to do plesaunce,delightBy the right honde I shal anoone thee gripeline500With these other to goo upon my daunce.Ther is no scape neither avoidaunceescapeOn no side to contrarie my sentence,resist judgmentFor in musik, by craft and acordaunce,harmonyWho maister is shewe his science.knowledge

fol. 156r¶ The Minstral answerith

line505This newe daunce is to me so straunge,Wondir diverse and passingly contrarie.Extraordinarily unusual very inconsistentThe dredful fotyng doth so ofte chaunge,hazardous stepsAnd the mesures so ofte sithes varie,patterns continually varyWiche nowe to me is nothing necessarie,Which is to me not at all profitableline510If it were so that I myght asterte,escapeBut many a man (if I shal not tarie)delayOfte daunceth but nothing of herte.although his heart’s not in it

Deeth to the TregetourCourt magician

Maister John Rikele, sometyme TregetourOf noble Harry, Kyng of EngelondEnglandline515And of Fraunce the mighty conquerour:For alle the sleightes and turnyng of thin hondhandThou must come ner this daunce to undirstond.nearNought may availe al thi conclusions,help intentionsFor Deeth shortly, nouther on see ne lond,in brief sealine520Is nought deceivid by none illusions.any

¶ The Tregetour answerith

What may availe magik natural,sorceryOr any craft shewid by apparence,conjuringOr cours of sterres above celestial,Or of the hevene al the influence,line525AgeinsDeeth to stonde at defence?Legerdemeyn nowe helpith me right nought.Sleight of handFarewel, my craft and al suche sapience,wisdomFor Deth moo maistries yit than I hath wrought.

Deeth to the Parsoun

O Sir Curat that bene nowe here present,line530That had youre wordly inclinacioun,Youre herte entire, youre studie, and ententMoste on youre tithes and oblacioun,offeringsWiche shulde have bene of conversacioun,manner of livingMirrour unto othir, light and exaumplarie:exampleline535Like youre desert shal be youre guerdoun,worth rewardAnd to eche labour dewe is the salarie.due

fol. 156v¶ The Persoun answerith

Maugré my wille I must condiscende,Despite acquiesceFor Deeth assailith every lifly thing.livingHere in this worlde who can comprehendeline540His sodein stroke and his unware comyng?sudden unforeseenFarewele, tithis, and farewel, myn offryng,tithesI mote goo counte in ordre by and by,go to judgmentAnd for my shepe make a just rekenyng;Whom He aquyteth I holde he is happy.believe

Deeth to the Laborer

line545Thou, laborer, wiche in sorwe and peineHast lad thi life in ful greet travaile,toilThou moste eke daunce and therfore not disdeyne,also do not be angryFor if thou do, it may thee not availe.helpAnd cause why that I thee assaileattackline550Is oonly this: from thee to dissevereto separateThe fals worlde that can so folke faile.He is a fool that weneth to lyve evere.desires

¶ The Laborer answerith

I have wisshed aftir Deeth ful ofte,Al be that I wolde have fled hym now —Althoughline555I had levere to have leyn unsofterather uncomfortableIn winde and reyn and have gone at plow,With spade and pikoys and labourid for my prow,pickaxe fortuneDolve and diched and at the carte goone.Worked hard at manual laborFor I may seie and telle pleinly howeline560In this worlde here ther is reste none.

Deeth to the Frere Minour

Sir Cordeler, to yow myn hand is raughtextendedTo this daunce yow to conveie and lede,Wiche in youre preching have ful ofte itaught:taughtHowe that I am moste gastful forto dredeterrifyingline565(Al be that folke take therof noon hede).AlthoughYit is ther noon so stronge ne so hardy,no one fearlessBut Deth dare reste and let for no mede,capture free compensationFor Deeth eche hour is present and redy.

fol. 157r¶ The Frere answerith

What may this be that in this world no manline570Here to abide may have no sureté?certaintyStrengthe, ricchesse, ne what so that he can,nor anything else he can doWorldly wisdom: al is but vanité.vanityIn grete astate ne in povertéestateIs nothing found that may froDethe defende.line575For wiche I seie, to hie and lowe degré,Wys is that synner that dooth his life amende.

Deeth to the Childe

Litel enfaunte that were but late borne,infant recentlyShape in this worlde to have no plesaunce,Created delightThou must with other that goone here tofornbeforeline580Be lad in haste by fatal ordinaunce.led predetermined judgmentLerne of newe to goo on my daunce,againTher may noon age escape in soth therfroo.escape in truth there fromLete every wight have this in remembraunce:personWho lengest lyveth moost shal suffre woo.

¶ The Childe answerith

line585A, A, A — o worde I cannot speke.oneI am so yonge, I was bore yisterday.Deeth is so hasty on me to be wrekeeager to do me harmAnd list no lenger to make no delay.desiresI cam but nowe and nowe I goo my way,line590Of me no more no tale shal be told.The wil of God no man withstonde may,As sone dieth a yonge man as an old.soon

Deeth to the Clerke

O ye SirClerke, suppose ye to be freeFro my daunce or youreselfe defende,line595That wende have rysen unto hie degréthought to positionOf benefices or some greet prebende?Who clymbeth hiest sometyme shal dissende.descendLat no man grucche agens his fortune,complain againstBut take in gree whatevere God hym sende,good willline600Wich ponissheth al whan tyme is oportune.Who punishes

fol. 157v¶ The Clerke answerith

Shal I that am so yonge a clerke nowe deyeFro my service and have no bettir guerdoun?rewardIs ther no geyn ne no bettir weye,schemeNo sure fraunchise ne proteccioun?privilegeline605Deeth makith alweie a short conclusioun.always a quick endToo late ware whan men bene on the brinke;awareThe worlde shal faile and al possessioun,For moche faileth of thing that foles thinke.fools

Deeth to the Hermyte

Ye that have lived longe in wildernesseline610And ther contynued longe in abstinence;Atte laste yet ye mote yow dressemust prepareOf my daunce to have experience,For ther agein is no recistence.Take nowe leve of thin ermytage.hermitageline615Wherfore eche man adverte this sentence:take note of wisdomThat this life here is no sure heritage.inheritance

¶ The Hermite answerith

Life in desert callid solitariesolitaryMay ageinDethe have no respite ne space.reprieveAt unset our his comyng doth not tarie,unspecified hour delayline620And for my part welcome beGoddes grace,Thonkyng hym with humble chere and faceThanking attitudeOf al his yiftes and greet haboundaunce,gifts abundanceFynally affermynge in this place,No man is riche that lackith suffisaunce.contentment

Deeth ayein to the Hermite

line625That is wel seide, and thus shulde every wightpersonThanke his God and alle his wittis dressedirectTo love and drede Hym with al his herte and myght,SethDeeth to ascape may be no sikernesse.Since certaintyAs men deserveGod quit of rightwisnesserepaysline630To riche and pore uppon every side.A bettir lessoun ther can no clerke expresse,Than til tomorwe is no man sure to abide.

fol. 158r¶ The Kyng ligging dead and eten of wormes

Ye folke that lokyn upon this portrature,Biholdyng here alle the estates daunce,line635Seeth what ye bene and what is youre nature:See areMete unto wormes, not ellis in substaunce.Meat nothing elseAnd have this mirrour evere in remembraunce,Howe I lie here somtyme crownyd kyng,onceTo alle estates a trewe resemblaunceline640That wormes food is fyne of oure lyvyng.final end

Machabre the Doctour

Man is not ellis, platly forto thinke,nothing else plainlyBut as a winde wiche is transitorie,Passinge ay forthe, whether he wake or winke,always sleepTowarde this Daunce. Have this in memorie,line645Remembringe ay ther is no bet victoriealways betterIn this life here than fle synne at the leste.fleeing at leastThan shul ye regne in Paradys with glorie;shallHappy is he that maketh in hevene his feste.feast

Yit ther be folke mo than six or sevene,Yet moreline650Reckles of liif in many maner wise,many different waysLike as ther were helle none nehevene.neither hell nor heavenSuche false errour lete every man dispice.despiseFor hooly seintis and oolde clerkis wiseWriten contrarie her falsnes to deface.their falseness refuteline655To lyve wel — take this for best empriceundertakingIs moche worth whan men shul hens pace.much hence

Lenvoye de TranslatorThe envoy of the Translator

O ye, my lordis and maistres alle in ferealtogetherOf aventure that shal this Daunce rede,By chanceLowly I preie with al myn herte entereHumbly entireline660To correcte whereas ye see nede.For nought ellis I aske for my mede,rewardBut goodly support of this translaciounAnd with favour to sowpouaile drede,encourage reverenceBenignely in youre correccioun.With good will

line665Out of the Frensshe I drewe it of entente,with purposeNot worde by worde but folwyng the substaunce.And fro Paris to Engelonde it senteOonly of purpos yow to do plesaunce.delightRude of langage (I was not born in Fraunce),line670Have me excusid; my name is John Lidgate.Of her tunge I have no suffisauncetheir language fluencyHer corious metris in Englisshe to translate.Their unfamiliar meters

Here endith the Daunce of Deeth.