The grete Austin,1 hath greet compassioun Of this Lucresse, that starf at Rome toun; And in what wyse, I wol but shortly trete, And of this thing I touche but the grete.2 8 Ful longe lay the sege, and litel wroghte, So that they were half ydel, as hem thoghte; And in his pley Tarquinius the yonge Gan for to jape, for he was light of tonge, 20 And seyde, that 'It was an ydel lyf; And seyde thus, ‘Nay, for hit is no nede 30 Go we to-night to Rome, and we shul see.' Tarquinius answerde, 'That lyketh me.' To Rome be they come, and faste hem dighte 4 To Colatynes hous, and doun they lighte, Tarquinius, and eek this Colatyne. The husbond knew the estres 5 wel and Whan I think on the sege or of that place; God save my lord, I preye him for his grace:' And ther-with-al ful tenderly she weep, And she anoon up roos, with blisful chere, 60 And ay the more that he was in dispair, The more he coveteth and thoghte her fair. His blinde lust was al his covetinge. 80 A-morwe, whan the brid began to singe, Unto the sege he comth ful privily, And by himself he walketh sobrely, Th' image of her recording alwey newe; Thus lay her heer, and thus fresh was her hewe; Thus sat, thus spak, thus span; this was her chere, Thus fair she was, and this was her manere.' Al this conceit his herte hath now y-take. And, as the see, with tempest al to-shake, That, after whan the storm is al ago, Yet wol the water quappe 8 a day or two, Right so, thogh that her forme wer ab sent, The plesaunce of her forme was present; 90 • wont, custom. 7 Perceived. 8 be tempestuous. But natheles, nat plesaunce, but delyt, Or an unrightful talent 1 with despyt; 'For, maugre her,2 she shal my lemman 3 be; Hap helpeth hardy man alday,' quod he; 'What ende that I make, hit shal be so;' And girt him with his swerde, and gan to go; And forth he rit 5 til he to Rome is come, And in he com un-to a privy halke," 100 And in the night ful theefly gan he stalke, Whan every wight was to his reste broght, Ne no wight had of tresoun swich a thoght. Were hit by window or by other gin,9 With swerde y-drawe, shortly he comth in Ther as she lay, this noble wyf Lucresse. And, as she wook, her bed she felte presse. 'What beste is that,' quod she, 'that weyeth thus ?' 130 And leye him in thy bed, and loude crye, Thise Romain wyves loveden so hir name At thilke tyme, and dredden so the shame, That, what for fere of slaundre and drede of deeth, She loste bothe at-ones wit and breeth, And in a swough 14 she lay and wex so deed, Men mighte smyten of her arm or heed; 140 But now to purpos; in the story I rede, Whan he was goon, al this mischaunce is falle. This lady sente after her frendes alle, A word for shame ne may she forth outbringe, So wel she loved clennesse and eek trouthe. The horrible deed of her oppressioun. 190 The which they gniden,10 and eete nat half y-nough. No man yit knew the forwes 11 of his lond; No mader, welde, or wood no litestere 15 No dyer knew the use of madder, weld, or woadthree dye-plants. No flesh ne wiste offence of 16 egge or spere; No coyn ne knew man which was fals or trewe; 20 No ship yit karf the wawes grene and blewe; No marchaunt yit ne fette outlandish 17 ware; No trompes for the werres folk ne knewe, What sholde it han avayled to werreye? 18 Thise tyraunts putte hem gladly nat in pres No wildnesse 19 ne no busshes for to winne 40 Yit were no paleis-chaumbres, ne non halles; In caves and [in] wodes softe and swete Slepten this blissed folk with-oute walles, On gras or leves in parfit quiete. No doun of fetheres, ne no bleched shete Was kid 20 to hem, but in seurtee they slepte; Hir hertes were al oon, with-oute galles, Unforged was the hauberk and the plate; 21 But ech of hem wolde other wel cheryce; 24 16 edge, knife. 17 foreign. 18 fight. 19 wilder20 known. 21 plate-armor. 22 innocent. 23 no inclination to contend. 24 cherish. ness. |