When that Phebus his chaire of gold so hieWhen the Sun chariot highHad whirled up the sterry sky aloft,starryAnd in the Boole was entred certainly; Bull (Taurus)When shoures sweet of raine discended soft,showersline5Causing the ground, fele times and oft,manyUp for to give many an wholsome aire,And every plaine was clothed faire
With new greene, and maketh small floursflowersTo springen here and there in field and in mede —meadowline10So very good and wholsome be the shouresThat it renueth that was old and deededeadIn winter time, and out of every seedeSpringeth the hearbe, so that every wightplant creatureOf this season wexeth glad and light.
grows
line15And I, so glad of the season swete,Was happed thus upon a certaine night:Happened to be in this situationAs I lay in my bed, sleepe ful unmetesleep a very remote prospectWas unto me; but why that I ne mightmight notRest, I ne wist, for there nas earthly wight,knew not was not creatureline20As I suppose, had more hearts easeThen I, for I nad sicknesse nor disease. Than had not grief
Wherefore I mervaile greatly of my selfe,That I so long withouten sleepe lay;And up I rose, three houres after twelfe,line25About the springing of the day,And on I put my geare and mine array,And to a pleasaunt grove I gan passe,didLong or the bright sonne up risen was;before
In which were okes great, streight as a line,line30Under the which the grasse so fresh of hewhueWas newly sprong; and an eight foot or nineEvery tree well fro his fellow grew,from itsWith braunches brode, lade with leves new,broad laden leavesThat sprongen out ayen the sonne shene, toward the bright sunline35Some very red
and some a glad light grene;
Which as me thought was right a plesaunt sight,And eke the briddes song for to herealso hearWould have rejoised any earthly wight.creatureAnd I, that couth not yet in no manerecouldline40Heare the nightingale of all the yere,throughoutFull busily herkened with hart and with eareIf I her voice perceive coud any where.could
And at the last a path of litle breadebreadthI found, that greatly had not used be,beenline45For it forgrowen was with grasse and weedeovergrownThat well unneth a wight might it se.hardly seeThought I, this path some whider goth, parde,somewhere by GodAnd so I followed, till it me broughtTo right a pleasaunt herber, well ywrought,a very arbor made
line50That benched was, and with turfes newFreshly turved, whereof the greene gras,So small, so thicke, so short, so fresh of hew,hueThat most like unto green welwet it was.velvetThe hegge also, that yede in compaswent aroundline55And closed in all the green herbere,With sicamour was set and eglatere,eglantine
Wrethen in fere so wel and cunninglyintertwined togetherThat every branch and leafe grew by mesure,according to a set patternPlain as a bord, of an height, by and by —Flat one in every detailline60I see never thing, I you ensure,saw assureSo wel done; for he that tooke the curecareIt to make, y trow, did all his peineI believeTo make it passe all tho that men have seyne.surpass those seen
And shapen was this herber, roofe and all,line65As a pretty parlour, and alsoThe hegge as thicke as a castel wall,That who that list without to stond or go,whoever wishedThough he would all day prien to and fro,peer aboutHe should not see if there were any wightpersonline70Within or no; but one within well might
Perceive all tho that yeden there withoutthose wentIn the field, that was on every sideCovered with corne and grasse, that, out of doubt,withoutThough one would seeke all the world wide,line75So rich a field coud not be espideOn no coast, as of the quantity,region abundanceFor of all good thing there was plenty.
And I, that all this pleasaunt sight sie,sawThought sodainly I felt so sweet an aireline80Of the eglentere, that certainlyThere is no heart, I deme, in such dispaire,supposeNe with thoughts froward and contraireSo overlaid, but it should soone have bote,reliefIf it had ones felt this savour soote.
once sweet
line85And as I stood and cast aside mine eie,eyeI was ware of the fairest medle treaware medlarThat ever yet in all my life I sie,sawAs ful of blosomes as it might be.Therein a goldfinch leaping pretiléprettilyline90Fro bough to bough, and as him list he eet,From it pleased him ateHere and there, of buds and floures sweet.flowers
And to the herber side was joyningThis faire tree, of which I have you told.And at the last the brid began to sing,birdline95Whan he had eaten what he eat wold,wanted to eatSo passing sweetly that, by manifold,by farIt was more pleasaunt then I coud devise.than describeAnd when his song was ended in this wise,manner
The nightingale with so merry a noteline100Answered him that all the wood rong,echoedSo sodainly that, as it were a sote,foolI stood astonied; so was I with the songstunnedThorow ravished, that, till late and long,ThoroughlyI ne wist in what place I was, ne where;knew notline105And ayen, me thought, she song even by mine ere.again sang
Wherefore I waited about busilylookedOn every side, if I her might see;And at the last I gan full well aspyWhere she sat in a fresh greene laurey tree,laurelline110On the further side, even right by me,That gave so passing a delicious smellAccording to the eglentere full well.
Whereof I had so inly great pleasureinwardlyThat as me thought I surely ravished wasline115Into Paradise, where my desireWas for to be, and no ferther passeAs for that day, and on the sote grassesweetI sat me downe; for, as for mine entent,purposeThe birds song was more convenient,congenial
line120And more pleasaunt to me, by many fold,by farThan meat or drinke, or any other thing.Thereto the herber was so fresh and cold,coolThe wholsome savours eke so comfortingalsoThat, as I demed, sith the beginningsupposed sinceline125Of the world was never seen or thanbefore thenSo pleasant a ground of none earthly man. no
And as I sat, the birds harkening thus,Me thought that I heard voices sodainly,The most sweetest and most deliciousline130That ever any wight, I trow trewly,creature believeHeard in their life, for the armonyharmonyAnd sweet accord was in so good musikesuchThat the voice to angels most was like.
At the last, out of a grove even by,rightline135That was right goodly and pleasant to sight,I sie where there came singing lustilysawA world of ladies; but to tell arightTheir great beauty, it lieth not in my might,Ne their array; neverthelesse I shallline140Tell you a part, though I speake not of all.
In surcotes white of velvet wele sittingouter garments fittingThey were clad, and the semes
echone,each one of the seamsAs it were a maner garnishing,kind ofWas set with emerauds, one and one,one after anotherline145By and by; but many a rich stoneIn orderWas set on the purfiles, out of dout,hemsOf colors, sleves, and traines round about,collars
As great pearles, round and orient,of supreme excellenceDiamonds fine and rubies red,line150And many another stone, of which I wentlackThe names now; and everich on her headevery oneA rich fret of gold, which, without dread,hair-net doubtWas full of stately rich stones set.And every lady had a chapeletgarland
line155On her head, of leves fresh and grene,So wele wrought, and so mervelously,That it was a noble sight to sene.seeSome of laurer, and some ful pleasantlylaurelHad chapelets of woodbind, and sadlysoberlyline160Some of Agnus castus were also[a willow-like plant] woreChapelets fresh. But there were many of tho
That daunced and eke song ful soberly;also sangBut all they yede in maner of compace.went in circular formationBut one there yede in mid the companyline165Soole by her selfe, but all followed the paceAloneThat she kept, whose heavenly figured faceSo pleasaunt was, and her wele-shape person,That of beauty she past hem everichon.surpassed them all
And more richly beseene, by manyfold,arranged by farline170She was also, in every maner thing;On her head, ful pleasaunt to behold,A crowne of gold, rich for any king;A braunch of Agnus castus eke bearingIn her hand; and to my sight, trewly,line175She lady was of the company.
And she began a roundell lustely,dance-songThat Suse le foyle de vert moy men call,Seen & mon joly cuer en dormy.
And than the company answered allthenline180With voice sweet entuned and so small,
That me thought it the sweetest melodyThat ever I heard in my life, soothly.truly
And thus they came, dauncing and singing,Into the middes of the mede echone,meadow each oneline185Before the herber where I was sitting,And, God wot, me thought I was wel bigone,knows situatedFor than I might avise hem, one by one,studyWho fairest was, who coud best dance or sing,Or who most womanly was in all thing.
line190They had not daunced but a little throwwhileWhen that I heard, not fer of, sodainly,far offSo great a noise of thundering trumps blowAs though it should have departed the skie.splitAnd after that, within a while, I sie,sawline195From the same grove where the ladies come out,Of men of armes comming such a routlarge company
As all the men on earth had ben assembledbeenIn that place, wele horsed for the nones,occasionStering so fast that all the earth trembled.Driving online200But for to speake of riches and stones,And men and horse, I trow, the large woneshorses palace-dwellingsOf Pretir John, ne all his tresory,Might not unneth have bought the tenth party.hardly part
Of their array who-so list heare more,wishesline205I shal rehearse, so as I can, a lite.littleOut of the grove that I spake of beforeI sie come first, all in their clokes white,A company that were for their deliteworeChapelets fresh of okes seriall evergreen oaksline210Newly sprong, and trumpets they were all.trumpeters
On every trumpe hanging a broad banereOf fine tartarium, were ful richely bete —Every trumpet his lords armes bere;trumpeterAbout their necks, with great pearles set,line215Colers brode; for cost they would not lete,Collars spareAs it would seeme, for their scochones echonecoats of armsWere set about with many a precious stone.
Their horse harneis was all white also.And after them next, in one company,line220Came nine kings of armes, and no mo,royal heralds moreIn clokes of white cloth of gold, richly,Chapelets of greene on their heads on hye.highThe crowns that they on their scochones bereboreWere set with pearle, ruby, and saphere,
line225And eke great diamonds many one;many a oneBut all their horse harneis and other geareWas in a sute according, everichone,matching kindAs ye have heard the foresaid trumpets were.And by seeming they were nothing to lere —line230And there guiding they did so manerly.their properlyAnd after hem cam a great companythem
Of herauds and pursevaunts ekejunior heraldsArraied in clothes of white veluet;And hardily, they were no thing to seke
line235How they on hem should the harneis set;themAnd every man had on a chapelet.Scochones and eke horse harneis, in-dede,Coats of armsThey had in sute of hem that before hem yede.matching them
Next after hem came in armour bright,line240All save their heads, seemely knights nine;And every claspe and naile, as to my sight,Of their harneis were of red gold fine;With cloth of gold and furred with ermineWere the trappours of their stedes strong,trappingsline245Wide and large, that to the ground did hong.hang
And every boose of bridle and paitrellThat they had was worth, as I would wene,thinkA thousand pound; and on their heads, wellDressed, were crownes of laurer grene,line250The best made that ever I had sene.And every knight had after him ridingThree hensh-men, on him awaiting;mounted squires
Of which ever the on on a short tronchounthe first staffHis lords helme bare, so richly dightdecoratedline255That the worst was worth the raunsounOf a king; the second a shield brightBare at his neck; the thred bare uprightA mighty spheare, ful sharpe ground and kene.spear whetted sharpAnd every child ware, of leaves grene,young man
line260A fresh chapelet upon his haires bright;And clokes white of fine veluet they were;woreTheir steeds trapped and raied rightarrayed entirelyWithout difference, as their lords were.And after hem, on many a fresh corsere,chargerline265There came of armed knights such a routlarge companyThat they besprad the large field about.
And all they were, after their degrees,wore ranksChapelets new, made of laurer grene,Some of oke, and some of other trees.line270Some in their honds bare boughes shene,brightSome of laurer, and some of okes kene, nobleSome of hauthorne, and some of woodbind,And many mo which I had not in mind.more
And so they came, their horse freshly steringhorses urging online275With bloody sownes of their trompes loud.blood-curdling soundsThere sie I many an uncouth disguisingunfamiliar mode of dressingIn the array of these knights proud.And at the last, as evenly as they coud,in as regular a formationThey took their places in middes of the mede,meadowline280And every knight turned his horse hede
To his fellow, and lightly laid a speareIn the rest, and so justes begansocket for couching spear joustsOn every part about, here and there.Some brake his spere, some drew down hors and man;line285About the field astray the steeds ran;And to behold their rule and governaunce,discipline conductI you ensure, it was a great pleasaunce.assure
And so the justes last an houre and more;But tho that crowned were in laurer grenethoseline290Wan the prise — their dints were so soreWon prize blowsThat there was none ayenst hem might sustene.against endureAnd the justing all was left of clene,off entirelyAnd fro their horse the nine alight anon,And so did all the remnant everichon.
line295And forth they yede togider, twain and twain,went togetherThat to behold it was a worthy sight,Toward the ladies on the green plain,That song and daunced, as I said now right.just nowThe ladies, as soone as they goodly might,decorouslyline300They brake of both the song and dance,offAnd yede to meet hem with full glad semblance.looks
And every lady tooke ful womanlyBy the hond a knight, and forth they yedehand wentUnto a faire laurer that stood fast by,line305With leves lade, the boughes of great brede;laden breadthAnd to my dome there never was indedein my opinionMan that had seen halfe so faire a tre;AnyoneFor underneath there might it wel have bebeen
An hundred persons at their own plesance,line310Shadowed fro the heat of Phebus bright,So that they should have felt no grevanceOf raine ne haile, that hem hurt might.The savour eke rejoice would any wightThat had be sicke or melancolius,line315It was so very good and vertuous.full of healing power
And with great reverence they enclining lowTo the tree, so soot and faire of hew;sweetAnd after that, within a little throw,whileThey began to sing and daunce of new;anewline320Some song of love, some plaining of untrew,sang complaining infidelityEnvironing the tree that stood upright,SurroundingAnd ever yede a lady and a knight.
And at the last I cast mine eie aside,And was ware of a lusty companyaware vigorous companyline325That came roming out of the field wide,Hond in hond, a knight and a lady;The ladies all in surcotes, that richelyouter garmentsPurfiled were with many a rich stone;Ornamented at the hemAnd every knight of greene ware mantels on,had on (wore)
line330Embrouded well, so as the surcotes were.EmbroideredAnd everich had a chapelet on her hed,Which did right well upon the shining here,looked hairMade of goodly floures, white and red.The knights eke, that they in hond led,line335In sute of hem ware chapelets everichone.wore matchingAnd before hem went minstrels many one,
As harpes, pipes, lutes, and sautry,psaltery (small harp)All in greene; and on their heads bare,bareOf divers floures, made full craftely,line340All in a sute, goodly chapelets they ware.matching woreAnd so dauncing into the mede they fare,goIn mid the which they found a tuft that wasAll oversprad with floures in compas.all around
Whereto they enclined everichonline345With great reverence, and that full humbly.And at the last there began anonA lady for to sing right womanlyA bargaret in praising the daisie;pastoral song in praise [of]For, as me thought, among her notes sweteline350She said Si douce est la Margarete.
Then they all answered her in ferein unisonSo passingly well and so pleasauntlyThat it was a blisful noise to here.But I not how, it happed sodainly,know notline355As about noone, the sonne so ferventlyWaxe whote that the prety tender floureshotHad lost the beauty of her fresh coloures,their
Forshronke with heat; the ladies eke tobrent,All shrivelled up scorchedThat they ne wist where they hem might bestow.knew notline360The knights swelt, for lack of shade nie shent.fainted nearly exhaustedAnd after that, within a little throw,whileThe wind began so sturdily to blowThat down goeth all the floures everichoneSo that in all the mede ther laft not one,was left
line365Save suche as succoured were among the levesFro every storme that might hem assaile,Growing under hegges and thicke greves.bushesAnd after that there came a storme of haileAnd raine in feare, so that, withouten faile,togetherline370The ladies ne the knights nade o threedhad not one singleDry on them, so dropping was her weed.dripping wet their clothing
And whan the storm was cleane passed away,Tho in white, that stood under the tre —ThoseThey felt nothing of the great affraytempestline375That they in greene without had in ybe —beenTo them they yede for routh and pite,went pity (ruth)Them to comfort after their great disease,discomfortSo faine they were the helplesse for to ease.eager
Then I was ware how one of hem in greneline380Had on a crown, rich and well sitting,Wherefore I demed wel she was a quene,And tho in greene on her were awaiting.The ladies then in white that were comingToward them, and the knights in fere,line385Began to comfort hem and make hem chere.
The queen in white, that was of great beauty,Tooke by the hond the queen that was in greneAnd said, ‘Suster, I have right great pityOf your annoy, and of the troublous tenedistress distressline390Wherein ye and your company have beneSo long, alas! and if that it you pleaseTo go with me, I shall do you the ease
In all the pleasure that I can or may.’Whereof the tother, humbly as she might,otherline395Thanked her; for in right ill arrayShe was with storm and heat, I you behight.promiseAnd every lady then, anon right,straightawayThat were in white, one of them took in greneBy the hond; which when the knights had sene,
line400In like wise ech of them took a knighteachClad in grene, and forth with hem they faregoTo an hegge, where they, anon right,To make their justs they would not sparejoustsBoughes to hew downe and eke trees square,stoutline405Wherwith they made hem stately fires greatTo dry their clothes that were wringing weat.wet
And after that, of hearbs that there grew,They made, for blisters of the sonne brenning,burningVery good and wholsome ointments new,line410Where that they yede the sick fast annointing.Wherever busilyAnd after that they yede about gaderingPleasaunt salades,
which they made hem eatsalad herbsFor to refresh their great unkindly heat.
The lady of the Leafe then began to prayline415Her of the Floure (for to my seemingit seems to meThey should be, as by their array)To soupe with her, and eke, for any thing,dine by all meansThat she should with her all her people bring.And she ayen, in right goodly manere,line420Thanketh her of her most friendly cheare,
Saying plainly that she would obayWith all her hart all her commaundement.And then anon, without lenger delay,longerThe lady of the Leafe hath one ysentsentline425For a palfray, after her intent,palfrey in pursuance ofAraied well and faire in harneis of gold,For nothing lacked that to him long should.belong
And after that, to all her companyShe made to purvey horse and every thingline430That they needed; and then, full lustily,Even by the herber where I was sitting,They passed all, so pleasantly singingThat it would have comforted any wight.But then I sie a passing wonder sight:wondrous
line435For then the nightingale, that all the dayHad in the laurer sete and did her mightsatThe whol service to sing longing to ,belongingAll sodainly gan to take her flight,And to the lady of the Leafe forthrightline440She flew, and set her on her hond softly,Which was a thing I marveled of greatly.
The goldfinch eke, that fro the medill tremedlarWas fled for heat into the bushes cold,coolUnto the lady of the Flower gan fle,flyline445And on hir hond he set him, as he wold,And pleasantly his wings gan to fold;And for to sing they pained hem both as soreAs they had do of all the day before.done
And so these ladies rode forth a great pace,line450And all the rout of knights eke in fere.And I, that had sene all this wonder case,incidentThought I would assay, in some manere,tryTo know fully the trouth of this matere,And what they were that rode so pleasantly.line455And when they were the herber passed by
I drest me forth, and happed to mete anonstepped happenedRight a faire lady, I you ensure;A veryAnd she come riding by hir selfe alone,cameAll in white, with semblance ful demure.looksline460I saluted her, and bad her good aventuregreeted fortuneMust her befall, as I coud most humbly,MightAnd she answered, ‘My doughter, gramercy.’many thanks
‘Madam,’ quod I, ‘if that I durst enquereenquireOf you, I would faine, of that company,gladlyline465Wit what they be that past by this arbere?’KnowAnd she ayen answered right friendly:‘My faire doughter, all tho that passed herebyIn white clothing, be servants everichoneUnto the Leafe, and I my selfe am one.
line470Se ye not her that crowned is,’ quod she,‘All in white?’ ‘Madame,’ quod I, ‘yis.’ yes‘That is Diane, goddes of chastity;And for bicause that she a maiden is,In her hond the braunch she bereth, thisline475That Agnus castus
men call properly.And all the ladies in her company
Which ye se of that hearb chaplets weareBe such as han kepte alway her maidenhede.haveAnd all they that of laurer chaplets beareline480Be such as hardy were and wan by deedwonVictorious name which never may be dede;deadAnd all they were so worthy of ther hond,In hir time, that none might hem withstond.their
And tho that weare chapelets on ther hedeheadline485Of fresh woodbind, be such as never wereTo love untrue in word, thought, ne dede,deedBut aye stedfast; ne for pleasance, ne fere,fearThogh that they shuld their harts all to-tere,tear to piecesWould never flit, but ever were stedfast,waverline490Till that their lives there asunder brast.’burst
‘Now, faire madame,’ quod I, ‘yet I would prayYour ladiship, if that it might be,That I might know, by some maner way —Sith that it hath liked your beautépleasedline495The trouth of these ladies for to tell me —What that these knights be, in rich armour,And what tho be in grene, and weare the flour,
And why that some did reverence to the treAnd some unto the plot of floures faire?’line500‘With right good will, my fair doghter,’ quod she,‘Sith youre desire is good and debonaire.courteousTho nine crowned be very exemplairemodelOf all honour longing to chivalry,appertainingAnd those, certaine, be called the Nine Worthy,
line505Which ye may se riding all before,That in her time did many a noble dede,theirAnd for their worthines ful oft have boreThe crowne of laurer leaves on their hede,As ye may in your old bookes rede;line510And how that he that was a conquerourHad by laurer alway his most honour.
And tho that beare bowes in their hondboughsOf the precious laurer so notable,Be such as were, I woll ye understond,want (to)line515Noble knights of the Round Table,And eke the Douseperis honourable;Which they beare in signe of victory —That whichIt is witnes of their dedes mightily.
Eke there be knights old of the Garter,line520That in her time did right worthily;And the honour they did to the laurerIs for thereby they have their laud wholly,praiseTheir triumph eke and marshall glory;martialWhich unto them is more parfit richesperfectline525Then any wight imagine can or gesse.Than
For one leafe given of that noble treTo any wight that hath done worthily,And it be done so as it ought to be,IfIs more honour then any thing earthly.line530Witnes of Rome that founder was, truly, [him] of RomeOf all knighthood and deeds marvelous —Record I take of Titus Livius.
And as for her that crowned is in greene,her in green that is crownedIt is Flora, of these floures goddesse.line535And all that here on her awaiting beene,It are such that loved idlenesAnd not delite of no businesBut for to hunt and hauke, and pley in medes,And many other such idle dedes.
line540And for the great delite and pleasaunceThey have to the floure, and so reverentlyThey unto it do such obeisaunce,As ye may se.’ ‘Now, faire madame,’ quod I,‘If I durst aske what is the cause and whyline545That knights have the signe of honourRather by the leafe than by the floure?’
‘Sothly, doughter,’ quod shee, ‘this is the trouth:TrulyFor knights ever should be perseveringTo seeke honour without feintise or slouth,deceitline550Fro wele to better, in all maner thing;In signe of which, with leaves aye lastingThey be rewarded after their degree,according to their rankWhose lusty green may not appaired be,vigorous impaired
But aye keping their beauty fresh and greene,line555For there nis storme that may hem deface,is notHaile nor snow, wind nor frosts kene;Wherfore they have this propertie and grace.And for the floure within a little spaceWoll be lost, so simple of natureline560They be, that they no greevance may endure,
And every storme will blow them soone away,Ne they last not but for a season —That is the cause, the very trouth to say,That they may not, by no way of reason,line565Be put to no such occupacion.’ function (use)‘Madame,’ quod I, ‘with all mine whole serviseI thanke you now, in my most humble wise;
For now I am acertained throughlyapprisedOf every thing I desired to know.’line570‘I am right glad that I have said, sothly,trulyOught to your pleasure, if ye will me trow,’believeQuod she ayen, ‘but to whome doe ye oweYour service? and which woll ye honour,Tell me, I pray, this yeere, the Leafe or the Flour?’
line575‘Madame,’ quod I, ‘though I least worthy,Unto the Leafe I owe mine observaunce.’‘That is,’ quod she, ‘right well done, certainly,And I pray God to honour you avaunce,advance you to honorAnd kepe you fro the wicked remembraunceline580Of Male Bouch, and all his crueltie;SlanderAnd all that good and well-condicioned be.And [so with] of good disposition
For here may I no lenger now abide;I must follow the great companyThat ye may see yonder before you ride.’line585And forth, as I couth, most humbly,forthwithI tooke my leve of her as she gan hiehastenAfter them, as fast as ever she might.And I drow homeward, for it was nigh night,drew
And put all that I had seen in writing,line590Under support of them that lust it to rede.In the hope of support desireO little booke, thou art so unconning,ignorantHow darst thou put thy self in prees for drede?[the] throngIt is wonder that thou wexest not rede,redSith that thou wost ful lite who shall beholdknowestline595Thy rude language, full boistously unfold. rough set forth in homely fashion
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