2055 That al the folk that is a-lyve To this tyding in this speche They were a-chekked bothe two, Be we cryed or stille y-rouned.' 2095 (1010) 2100 2105 And nat so sone departed nas That he fro him, that he ne mette With the thridde; and, or he lette Any stounde, he tolde him als; And leet hem gon. Ther mighte I seen (980) Wenged wondres faste fleen, 2071 Were the tyding sooth or fals, (990) 2080 2085 (1030) 2120 And, lord! this hous, in alle tymes, Was ful of shipmen and pilgrymes, With scrippes bret-ful of lesinges, Entremedled with tydinges, And eek alone by hem-selve. O, many a thousand tymes twelve Saugh I eek of these pardoneres, Currours, and eek messangeres, With boistes crammed ful of lyes As ever vessel was with lyes. And as I alther-fastest wente Aboute, and dide al myn entente Me for to pleye and for to lere, And eek a tyding for to here, 2125 (1040) 2130 2135 And, whan that was ful y-spronge, And woxen more on every tonge And somtyme saugh I tho, at ones, That gonne of aventure drawe (1000) 2090 Out at a windowe for to pace; And, when they metten in that place, That I had herd of som contree That shal not now be told for me ;For hit no nede is, redely; Folk can singe hit bet than I; For al mot out, other late or rathe, Alle the sheves in the lathe ;-(1050) 2140 I herde a gret noise withalle Thogh every wight ne may hit nat y-see. And to the doctrine of these olde wyse, 25 TEXT B (Later Version). The prologe of .ix. goode Wimmen. A THOUSAND tymes have I herd men telle, That ther is joye in heven, and peyne in helle; And I acorde wel that hit is so; But natheles, yit wot I wel also, That ther nis noon dwelling in this contree, 5 That either hath in heven or helle y-be, Ne may of hit non other weyes witen, But as he hath herd seyd, or founde hit writen ; 10 For by assay ther may no man hit preve. 14 44 Swiche as men callen daysies in our toun. Whan it up-riseth by the morwe shene, 49 Is comen, and that I here the foules singe, And that the floures ginnen for to springe, Farwel my book and my devocioun ! Now have I than swich a condicioun, That, of alle the floures in the mede, 41 Than love I most these floures whyte and rede, Swiche as men callen daysies in our toun. To hem have I so greet affeccioun, 44 As I seyde erst, whan comen is the May, That in my bed ther daweth me no day That I nam up, and walking in the mede To seen this flour agein the sonne sprede, 54 As she, that is of alle floures flour, nesse 60 Of the sonne, for ther hit wol unclose. 65 Allas! that I ne had English, ryme or prose, Fain wolde I preisen, if I coude aright; 59 But wo is me, hit lyth nat in my might! For wel I wot, that folk han her-beforn And am ful glad if I may finde an ere [Cf. p. 354, col. 2, ll. 188-196.] For trusteth wel, I ne have nat undertake As of the leef, ageyn the flour, to make; For, as to me, is leefer noon ne lother; 75 79 To bokes olde and doon hem reverence, preve. For myn entent is, or I fro yow fare, 85 And loveth so sore, that ye ben verrayly The maistresse of my wit, and nothing I. My word, my werk, is knit so in your bonde, That, as an harpe obeyeth to the honde go And maketh hit soune after his fingeringe, Right so mowe ye out of myn herte bringe Swich vois, right as yow list, to laughe or pleyne. Be ye my gyde and lady sovereyne; As to myn erthly god, to yow I calle, 95 Bothe in this werke and in my sorwes alle. But wherfor that I spak, to give credence To olde stories, and doon hem reverence, And that men mosten more thing beleve Then men may seen at eye or elles preve? |