fol. 148r¶ Verba Translatoris Words 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 oone —Like 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 emperours
—Whan 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 Parys
Parisline20I 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 entencioun
line30That 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 Innocentis
Portreied
is with al the surplusage
with 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.
O yee that ben
set most hie in dignité
Of alle estatis
in erthe spiritual,
And like as Petir had the soverenité
line60Overe 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 see —Who seat of authorityThe state ful perillous
ho
so takith hedeTo occupie Petris dignité
—
But 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 appealTouching Deth 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 seyne —
to sayTo wrappe in my body and visage,
faceTherupon sore I may compleine
ferventlyThat lordis grete have
litel
avauntage.advantage
fol. 149v¶ Deeth to the Cardinal
Ye ben abaisshid, it semeth, and in dredeupset full of dreadline90Sir Cardinal — it shewith
by
youre chere —expressionBut 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 faille —certainly mistakeTo ben abaisshid and greetly
drede me,upset to have great dreadSithen
Deeth is come me sodeinly to assaille,Because to attack me suddenlyline100That I shal nevere heraftir clothed be
In 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 enviroun
on all sidesGreet rialté and passing hy noblesse.royalty very high nobilityBut right anoone al youre grete
hynes
immediately 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 usage —destroys 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. 150r¶ Deeth 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 dignité
whole 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
It is my right to
reste
and yow constreine
arrest detainWith us to daunce, my maister Sir
Constable,
For more strong
than evere was Charlemayne
Charlemagneline140Deeth 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
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
prowesses
see clearly earthly valorline150Deeth can abate, wich is a grete dispite.demolishvengeanceTo him
aloone sorwe
and eke swetnesses,
alone alsoFor agein
Deeth is founded
no respite.against is found reprieve
fol. 150v¶ Deeth 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 barouns
line170Hav
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 auctorised
times 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 defame
In lordis court,
wiche that was notable.But Deethis strook hath made me so lame —stroke helplessUndre hevene in erthe is nothing stable.
fol. 151r¶ Deeth to the Lady of Grete Astate
Estate
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.
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 duchesse
Flouringe in beauté
ne in fairnesseFlourishing fair appearanceThat she of Deeth
mote
Dethes trace sewe.dance beholdFor to youre
bewté and countirfeet
fresshnesse
false 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 ferye
food (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. 151v¶ Deeth 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 fro
Dethes 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 habondaunce
What 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. 152r¶ Deeth 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 large
—Ungirdled 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 indedeline280Agein
Deeth that none apele may vaille.
no appeal will prevail
fol. 152v¶ Deeth 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 of
Adam 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 bysynes
businessWoot 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. 153r¶ Deeth 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
constreine
—detainBy wiche I seie,
by recorde of the wise,Who al enbraceth
litel shal restreine.
embraces restrain
fol. 153v¶ Deeth 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 este
Min 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. 154r¶ Deeth 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 be
would 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
Thou Usurer,
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 parveaunce
makes 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
pestilence
line430Preservatives
to staunche it and to fine,Protections stop end (it)But I dar seie, shortly in sentence,conciselyAgens
Deeth is worth no medicine.
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 visage
—deportment 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 assistanceAgens Dethe 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 agein
Dethe 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.
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 agein
Deeth 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
Maister Jurrour, wiche that at assise
Juror 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 avoidaunce
escapeOn 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 Tregetour
Of noble Harry,
Kyng of Engelond
Englandline515And 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,
line525Ageins
Deeth 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 drede
terrifyingline565(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 fro
Dethe defende.
line575For wiche I seie, to hie and lowe degré,Wys is that synner that dooth his life amende.
Litel enfaunte that were but late borne, infant recentlyShape in this worlde to have no plesaunce,Created delightThou must
with other that goone here toforn
beforeline580Be 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
wreke
eager 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
O ye Sir Clerke, 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 dresse
must 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 agein Dethe have no respite
ne space.reprieveAt unset our
his comyng doth
not
tarie,unspecified hour delayline620And for my part welcome be
Goddes 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,Seth
Deeth to ascape may be no sikernesse.Since certaintyAs men deserve
God 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
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 ne hevene.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
emprice —undertakingIs
moche worth whan men shul
hens pace.
much hence
¶ Lenvoye de Translator The 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