But natheles, in this condicioun Mot be the choys of everich that is here, That she agree to his eleccioun, Who-so he be that shulde been hir fere; This is our usage alwey, fro yeer to yere ; And who so may at this time have his grace,
In blisful tyme he com in-to this place.'
With hed enclyned and with ful humble chere
This royal tercel spak and taried nought; Unto my sovereyn lady, and noght my fere, 416 I chese, and chese with wille and herte and thought,
The formel on your hond so wel ywrought,
Whos I am al and ever wol hir serve, Do what hir list, to do me live or sterve.
Beseching hir of mercy and of grace, 421 As she that is my lady sovereyne; Or let me dye present in this place. For certes, long may I not live in peyne; For in myn herte is corven every veyne; Having reward [al] only to my trouthe, 426 My dere herte, have on my wo som routhe.
And if that I to hir be founde untrewe, Disobeysaunt, or wilful negligent, Avanntour, or in proces love a newe, 430 I pray to you this be my jugement, That with these foules I be al to-rent, That ilke day that ever she me finde To hir untrewe, or in my gilte unkinde. And sin that noon loveth hir so wel as I, Al be she never of love me behette, 436 Than oghte she be myn thourgh hir
For other bond can I noon on hir knette. For never, for no wo, ne shal I lette 439 To serven hir, how fer so that she wende; Sey what yow list, my tale is at an ende.'
Right as the fresshe, rede rose newe Ayen the somer-sonne coloured is, Right so for shame al wexen gan the hewe
Another tercel egle spak anoon
Of lower kinde, and seyde, 'that shal not be ; 450
I love hir bet than ye do, by seynt John, Or atte leste I love hir as wel as ye; And lenger have served hir, in my degree, And if she shulde have loved for long loving, 454
To me allone had been the guerdoning.
I dar eek seye, if she me finde fals, Unkinde, jangler, or rebel any wyse, Or jalous, do me hongen by the hals! And but I bere me in hir servyse
As wel as that my wit can me suffyse, 460 Fro poynt to poynt, hir honour for to
Of this formel, whan she herde al this; She neyther answerde wel,' ne seyde amis. 446
Of al my lyf, sin that day I was born, So gentil plee in love or other thing 485 Ne herde never no man me beforn,
How shulde a juge eyther party leve, For yee or nay, with-outen any preve?'
The goos, the cokkow, and the doke also So cryden 'kek, kek!'' kukkow!'". quek, quek!' hye,
That thorgh myn eres the noyse wente tho. The goos seyde, al this nis not worth a flye! 501
But I can shape hereof a remedye, And I wol sey my verdit faire and swythe For water-foul, who-so be wrooth or blythe.'
And I for worm-foul,' seyde the fool cukkow,
For I wol, of myn owne auctorité, For comune spede, take the charge now, For to delivere us is gret charitè.' 'Ye may abyde a whyle yet, parde!' Seide the turtel, if hit be your wille 510 A wight may speke, him were as good be stille.
I am a seed-foul, oon the unworthieste, That wot I wel, and litel of kunninge; But bet is that a wightes tonge reste Than entremeten him of such doinge 515 Of which he neyther rede can nor singe. And who-so doth, ful foule himself acloyeth,
For office uncommitted ofte anoyeth.'
Nature, which that alway had an ere To murmour of the lewednes behinde, 520 With facound voys seide, 'hold your tonges there!
And I shal sone, I hope, a counseyl finde You to delivere, and fro this noyse un-
I juge, of every folk men shal oon calle To seyn the verdit for you foules alle.' 525 Assented were to this conclusioun The briddes alle; and foules of ravyne Han chosen first, by pleyn eleccioun, The tercelet of the faucon, to diffyne 529 Al hir sentence, and as him list, termyne; And to Nature him gonnen to presente, And she accepteth him with glad entente. The tercelet seide than in this manere : 'Ful hard were hit to preve hit by resoun Who loveth best this gentil formel here; For everich hath swich replicacioun, 536 That noon by skilles may be broght
Now pees,' quod Nature, 'I comaunde here;
For I have herd al your opinioun, And in effect yet be we never the nere; But fynally, this is my conclusioun, 620 That she hir-self shal han the eleccioun Of whom hir list, who-so be wrooth or blythe,
Him that she cheest, he shal hir have as swythe.
For sith hit may not here discussed be Who loveth hir best, as seide the tercelet, Than wol I doon hir this favour, that
But as for counseyl for to chese a make, If hit were reson, certes, than wolde I Counseyle yow the royal tercel take, As seide the tercelet ful skilfully,
As for the gentilest and most worthy, 635.
Fro yow this yeer; what after so befalle, This entremes is dressed for you alle.' 665 And whan this werk al broght was to an ende,
To every foule Nature yaf his make By even acorde, and on hir wey they wende.
Which I have wroght so wel to my ples- A! lord! the blisse and joye that they
Than wolde I that these foules were a-wey Ech with his make, for tarying lenger here'
And seyde hem thus, as ye shul after here.
To you speke I, ye tercelets,' quod Nature,
'Beth of good herte and serveth, alle three; 660
A yeer is not so longe to endure, And ech of yow peyne him, in his degree, For to do wel; for, god wot, quit is she
make! 669 For ech of hem gan other in winges take, And with hir nekkes ech gan other winde, Thanking alwey the noble goddesse of kinde.
But first were chosen foules for to singe, As yeer by yere was alwey hir usaunce To singe a roundel at hir departinge, 675 To do Nature honour and plesaunce. The note, I trowe, maked was in Fraunce; The wordes were swich as ye may heer finde,
The nexte vers, as I now have in minde. Qui bien aime a tard oublie. 'Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe,
That hast this wintres weders over-shake, And driven awey the longe nightes blake! Seynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on- lofte ;-
Thus singen smale foules for thy sake-- Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe, 685 That hast this wintres weders over-shake. Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte, Sith ech of hem recovered hath his make; Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake;
Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe, 690 That hast this wintres weders over-shake, And driven awey the longe nightes blake.' And with the showting, whan hir song was do,
That foules maden at hir flight a-way, I wook, and other bokes took me to To rede upon, and yet I rede alway; I hope, y-wis, to rede so som day That I shal mete som thing for to fare 608 The bet; and thus to rede I nil not spare.
Explicit tractatus de congregacione Volucrum die sancti Valentini.
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