And why for me ye should be so dismayde? As of your lyfe ye nede not to be afrayde. For ye of me now have no greater awe, 90 But whan ye lyst ye may your love wythdraw. Amoure Than stode I up, and right so did she, Truely, quod she, I am obedient Amoure ΤΟΙ My good dere herte ! it is no mervayle why; Your beaute cleare and lovely lokes swete My herte dyde perce with love so sodayuly At the fyrste tyme that I dyde you mete; In the olde temple whan I dyde you grete, Your beaute my herte so surely assayde, 139 That syth that tyme it hath to you obayde. (From Cap. xix. How La Bell Pucell Graunted Graund Amoure Love, and of her Dispiteous Departage.1) Your wo and payne, and all your languishynge, Continually ye shall not spende in vayne, Sythen I am cause of your great mornynge, Nothynge exyle you shall I by dysdavne; Youre hert and myne shall never parte in twayne: Though at the fyrste I wolde not condescende, It was for fere ye dyde some yll entende. For fyrst, good hope his legge harneys sholde be; His habergion of perfyte ryght wysenes; O floure of comforte, all my hele and Gyrde faste wyth the gyrdle of chastite, bote! His riche placarde should be good besi (From Cap. xxix. Howe he departed from Kynge Melyzyus, with his Grayhoundes and Attendaunce, his Varlet, and met with false reporte, that chaunged his name to Godfrey Gobilyve.") And so forth we rode, tyll we sawe aferre In a pyed cote he rode brygge a bragge; His head was greate, beteled was his browes, And every tothe as blacke as ony gete.1 His necke shorte, his sholders stode awry, He wedde a wyfe that was called Maude.' 'I trowe,' quod I, 'she was a gorgious baude.' 'Thou lyest,' quod he, 'she was gentyl and good, She gave her husbande many a furde hode, And at his melys, without any mys, 9 She wolde him serve in clenly wyse ywys. God love her soule as she loved clennes, And kepe her dysshes from al foulnes. Whan she lacketh cloutes, without any fayle She wyped her disshes wyth her dogges tayle. And they had yssue Sym Sadle-gander, 40 That for a wyfe in all the worlde did wander, Tyll at the last, in the wynters nyght, 4 jet. 6 meaning uncertain, perhaps askew, bowed. 7 pattern. 8 I am. This is Kentish dialect. furred hood, i.e., hoodwinked him. 10 courtesans. sonne, 50 Whiche was my father, that in Kente did wonne.12 His name was Davy Dronken-nole; He toke a wyfe that was very fayre, But ever more to rynge her blacke belles. 13 Now are they deade all, so mote I well thryve, Excepte my selfe Godfray Gobelive, For all are shrewes in the world aboute, And tho that can not, they wyll never let Their tongues cease, but gyve thre wordes for one, Fy on them all! I wyll of them have none: Who loveth any for to make hym sadde, mynde, 70 But alway tornyng lyke a blaste of wynde. They are so subtyll and so false of kynde, 80 mynde. 11 common enough. 12 dwell. 18 Meaning doubtful, (From Cap. xlii. Graund Amours Epitaph) O mortall folke! you may beholde and se Howe I lye here, sometime a myghty knyght; The end of joye and all prosperite Is death at last, through his course and myght; After the day there cometh the derke night; For though the day be never so longe, And my selfe called La Graunde Amoure, Tyll deth dyde marke me full ryght pryvely. Lo what I am! and whereto you must! Than in your mynde inwardly despyse That after your lyfe frayle and transitory, 20 THE EXCUSATION OF THE AUCTOUR UNTO all Poetes I do me excuse, If that I offende for lacke of science; 10 Go, little boke! I praye God the save Besechyng God for to geve me grace Finis 20 I take away. 2 The line appears corrupt. One might supply to before laude. |