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That sercle wol cause another whele,
And that the thridde, and so forth, brother,
Every sercle causynge other,
Wydder than hymselfe was.
And this fro roundel to compas, 290
Eche aboute other goynge,
Caused of othres sterynge,
And multiplyinge evermoo,
Til that hyt be so fer ygoo
That hyt at bothe brynkes bee.
Al thou mowen hyt not ysee
Above, hyt gooth yet ay under,
Although thou thenke hyt a grete wounder.
And who-so seyth of trouthe I varye,1
Bid hym proven the contrarye. 300
And ryght thus every worde, ywys,
That lowde or pryvee yspoken ys,
Moveth first an ayre aboute,
And of thys movynge, out of doute,
Another ayre anoon ys meved,
As I have of the watir preved,
That every cercle causeth other.
Ryght so of ayre, my leve brother;
Everych ayre other stereth2
More and more, and speche up bereth, 310
Or veys, or noyse, or worde, or soun,
Aye through multiplicacioun,
Til hyt be atte House of Fame, —
Take yt in ernest or in game.
1 I vary from truth. 1 Directetb.
Sound's Mansion. 31
"Now have I tolde, yf ye have in mynde, How speche or soun, of pure kynde Enclyned ys upwarde to meve; This mayst thou fele wel y-preve. And that summe stide,1 ywys, That every thynge enclyned to ys, 320 Hath his kyndelyche stede: That sheweth hyt, withoute drede, That kyndely the mansioun 2 Of every speche, of every soun, Be hyt eyther foule or faire, Hath hys kynde place in ayre. And syn that every thynge that is Out of hys kynde place, ywys, Moveth thidder for to goo, Gif hyt a-wey be therfro, 330 As I before have preved the, Hyt seweth,* every soun, parde, Moveth kyndely to pace Al up into his kyndely place. And this place of which I telle, Ther as Fame lyst to duelle, Ys sette amyddys of these three, Hevene, erthe, and eke the see, \s most conservatyf the soun. Than ys this the conclusyoun, 340 That every speche of every man, As I the telle first began, Moveth up on high to pace Kyndely to Fames place.
1 Place. 4 Naturally the abode. 'Followeth.
"Telle me this feythfully, Have I not preved thus symply, Withouten any subtilite Of speche, or grete prolyxite Of termes of philosophie, Of figures of poetrie, 350 Or coloures, or rethorike? Pardee, hit oughte the to !yke; For harde langage, and hard matere Ys encombrouse for to here Attones; wost thou not wel this?" And I answered and seyde, "Yis."
"Aha! " quod he, "lo, so I can, Lewdely to a lewed1 man Speke, and shewe hym swyche skiles,* That he may shake hem be the biles,* 360 So palpable they shulden be. But telle me this now pray I the, How thenketh the my conclnsyoun?" "A goode persuasioun," Quod I, "hyt is ; and lyke to be Ryght so as thou hast preved me." "Be God," quod he, "and as I leve,4 Thou shalt have yet, or hit be eve, Of every word of thys sentence A preve by experience; 370 \nd with thyn eres heren wel Toppe and taylle, and everidel,"
1 Unlearnedty to a layman. * Reasons. t s Become acquainted vtth them. (Bills is an appropriate word in an eagle's mouth. Believe 5 Everything.
That every word that spoken ys
"How fairest thou ?" quod he to me. "Wel," quod I. "Now see," quod he, "Ey thy trouthe, yonde adoune, Wher * that thou knowest any toune, Or hous, or any other thinge. And whan thou hast of ought knowynge, Looke that thou warne me, And I anoon shal telle the How fer that thou art now therfro."
And I adoun gan loken thoo,
But thus sone in a while hee
'Higher vmote up). Pleasantry 'Whether VOL. III. 3
With that he spak to me as yerne,1
And seyde: "Seestow any token,
Or ought that in this world is of spoken?"
I seyde, "Nay." "No wonder nys," Quod he, "for half so high as this Nas Alexandre Macedo ; * Ne the kynge, daun Cipio,* Tlia: saw in dreme, at poynt devys,4 Helle anJ f;rth, and paradys; 410 Ne eke the wrechche Didalus,6 Ne his childe, nyse Ykarus, That fleegh so highe that the hete His wynges malte, and he fel wete In myd the see, and ther he dreynt, For whom was maked moch compleynt.
"Now turne upward," quod he, "thy face. And beholde this large place, This eyre ; but loke thou ne be Adrad of hem that thou shalt se; 420 For in this regioun certeyn Dwdleth many a citezeyn, Of which that speketh daun Plato. These ben eyrysshe bestes,* lo!" And so saw I alle that meynee,7 Boothe goone and also flee. "Now," quod he thoo, "cast up thyn ye;
* Briskly. 2 Alexander dreamed at Dios, before his Asiatic campaign (see Josephus, Antiquities, xi. *, 5), and after the battle o Issus. See dough's Plutarch, iv. 1*9. s Cf. ii. 6. * Exactly
Da'dalus and his son Icarus flew with wings of wax. Cf. Inferno, xvii. 109; Metamorphoses, viii 1*3. * Ethereal creatures. Cf. Rev. iv. 6-9; and Wiclirs version of 1 Cor. xv. 44, " It is sowua
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