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So mochel hath yit thy whirlynge up and down
Ytaught me for to knowe in an hour;
But trewely no fors of thi reddour1
To hym that over hymself hath the maystrye,
My suffysaunce shal be my socour,
For fynaly, Fortune, I thee deffye.
0 Socrates, thou stidfast chaumpyoun, She never myhte be thi tormentour, Thow never dreddest hyr oppressyoun,
Ne in hyr chere2 founde thow no savoure; %n
Le Respond de Fortune a Pleintif.
No man ys wrechchyd but hymself yt wene,* And he that hath hymself hath suffisaunce. Whi seysthow thanne I am to the so kene, That hast thyself out of my govern aunce? Sey thus: "Graunt mercy 4 of thyn haboundaunce
That thow hast lent or this;" why wolt thou stryve. 3c What woost thow yit how I the wol avaunce? And ek thow hast thy bests frende alyve.
1 have the taught devisyoun bytwene Frend of effect6 and frende of countenaunce. VISAGE SANZ PE1NTURE. 201
The nedeth nat the galle of no hyene,
How manye have I refused to sustene,
Le Responce du Pleintif contre Fortune.
Thy loore I dempne! it is adversyte! My frend maysthow nat reven,4 blynde goddesse! 50 That I thy frendes 5 knowe, I thanke to the; Tak hem agayn! lat hem go lye on presse! The negardye in kepynge hyr rychesse Pronostik' is thow wolt hire toure asayle; Wikke appetyt comth ay before sykenesse, — In general this rewle may nat fayle.
Le Responce de Fortune contre le Pleintif.
Thow pynchest at my mutabylyte,
1 Goodness. • Changeable kingdom. 'Lesson. * Take away That is, friends who are such during good fortune only- * Prog
A.nd now me lykyth to withdrawe me,
Ryht so mot I kythen my brutelnesse,* —
Lo, excussyoun of the Majeste That al purveyeth of his ryghtwysnesse, That same thinge Fortune clepyn ye, Ye blynde beestys, ful of lewednesse J The hevene hath proprete of sykyrnesse; This world hath ever resteles travayle; 70 Thy laste day 8 is ende of myn interesse,4 — In general this rewele may nat fayle.
Lenvoy de Fortune.
Prynses! I prey yow of yowre gentilesse, Lat nat this man on me thus crye and pleyne, And I shal quyte yow youre bysynesse, At my requeste as thre of yow or tweyne; That but yow lest releve hym of hys peyne, Preyeth hys beste frend 6 of his noblesse, That to som betere estat he may attayne.
1 Royalty. 1 Show my fickleness. • Doomsday. 4 That b, is affairs of this world. • An nnknown friend, to whom this delkati petition for assistance was addressed.
TO HIS PURSE.
THE COMPLEYNTE OF CHAUCfcR TO HIS PURSE.
To you, my purse, and to noon other wight
Compleyn I, for ye be my lady dere I I am so sory now that ye been lyght,
For, certes, but-yf ye make me hevy chere, Me were as leef be layde upon my bere, For whiche unto your mercy thus I crye, — Beeth hevy ageyne, or elles mote I dye I
Now voucheth sauf this day, or it be nyghte,
Or see your colour lyke the sonne bryghte,
Quene of comfort and goode companye I
Beth hevy ageyne, or elles mote I dye.
Now, purse, that ben to me my lyves lyght
Oute of this toune helpe me thurgh your myght,
But I praye unto your curtesye,
Beth hevy ageyn, or elles moote I dye!
VEnvoye de Chaucer.
Been verray kynge,2 this song to you I sende, And ye that mowen * alle myn harme amende, Have mynde upon my supplicacioun!
1 The Albion of Brutus, a descendant of Aneas. * King Henry IV. seems to be meant. * May.