Him, whatsoever he were, of high or low degree, he would chide sharply for his sin. Right as on the Friday, soothly for to say, now it shineth, now it raineth, so can fickle Venus overcast the hearts of her folk; right as her day is fickle, so changeth she her mind. The insight and supervision of his thorough scholarship have been of the utmost benefit to this undertaking. By husbanding well that which God sent her she provided for herself and her two daughters. His meditation was but little on the Bible. She had such skill in making cloth that she surpassed them of Ypres and Ghent.
All painted was it in length and breadth like to the inner parts of the grisly abode that is called the great temple of Mars in Thrace, in that cold and frosty region where Mars hath his supreme dwelling-place. Full much she took pleasure in good-breeding. All that night this poor widow awaiteth her little child, but he came not; for which, as soon as it was day, with face pale for dread and anxious disquietude, she hath sought him at school and elsewhere, till finally she espied thus far that he was last seen in the Jewry. And if it liketh you all, with one mind, to stand now by my judgment and to do as I shall tell you, to-morrow when ye ride by the way, now, by my father's soul in heaven, if ye be not merry I will give you my head. He never yet in all his life spake discourtesy to any manner of man. Find then the manner how ; I reck not whether it may be better to have victory of them, or they of me, so I have my lady in mine arms. While they censed the temple, full of fair hangings, this Emily with gentle heart washed her body in water from a spring, but I dare not tell how she did her rite, unless it be a few words in general.
He had made full many a marriage of young women at his own cost. But if thou were secular, by my truth, thou wouldst be a lusty fellow with the dames. For certes, whatsoever any woman may say, we all desire, if may be, to have husbands hardy, wise, generous, and trusty with secrets; yea, and no niggard, nor fool, nor him that's aghast at every knife, nor a boaster, by that God in heaven! Thus rideth this duke, thus rideth this conqueror, and the flower of chivalry in his host, till he came to Thebes and dis- mounted fairly in a field where he thought it best to fight. Small hounds she had, that she fed with roast flesh, or milk and cake-bread ; but sore she wept if one of them died, or men smote it sharply with a rod; and all was conscience and tender heart. He was of Northfolk, from nigh a town men call Baldeswelle. For the form adopted is prose ; it preserves, as closely as possible, the very words of Chaucer and his charac- teristic constructions ; it aims by faithful accuracy to present a text which shall be efficient in promoting the study of the original.
But I cannot bolt it to the bran, as can the holy doctor Augustine, or Boethius, or Bradwardine the bishop. His beard was shaven as nigh as ever he could; his hair by his ears was shorn round, and docked in front like a priest. Proper names have been altered to their classical or modern forms only in the case of historical characters or places fairly familiar to-day. His comb was redder than fine coral, and battlemented like a castle-tower. And he stood, as the usage was in his country, full high upon a car of gold with four white bulls in the trace. Now by my faith, false Arcite, thou shalt not so.
The cause known, and the root of his ill, straightway he gave the sick man his remedy. Down on knees went every wight and thanked him with all their hearts, and most of all and oft and oft the Thebans. A Knight a worthy man there was, that since the time when first he rode out, loved chivalry, truth and honour, courtesy and liberality. Madame Pertelote, in one thing hath God given me largely of his blessing, for when I look upon the beauty of your face, ye be so scarlet-red about the eyes, that it maketh all my dread for to cease. For he had given his gaoler drink, made of a certain wine with sleepy drugs and fine opium of Thebes, that all the night the gaoler slept, and might not awake though men should shake him. And in this wise I leave them fighting, and I will tell you forth of Theseus.
And right so fared they with Palamon, with him went many a knight. Thus hath their lord paid them their wages and their fees, and yet he that serveth Love seemeth to himself full wise. Of her mouth Bacchus had no mastery; for wine and youth cause Venus increase, even as men will cast oil into fire. In Lithuania he had warred and in Russia, no Christian of his degree so oft. The tales, some of which are originals and others not, are contained inside a frame tale and told by a group of pilgrims on their way from Southwark to Canterbury to visit the shrine of Saint Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral.
I ask you lovers now, who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamon? Clear was the day, as I told before, and Theseus, with all joy and bliss, and his Ipolita the fair, and Emily clothed all in green, are ridden royally a-hunting, and to the grove hard by, in which was an hart as men told him , Duke Theseus hath held the straight path, and to the glade rideth, whither the hart was wont to flee, and over a brook and forth on his way; this duke will have a course or two at him with hounds such as he hath chosen. Arise up early in the dawning, and at the west gate of the town thou shalt see a cart full of dung in which my body is privily hidden. The necessary changes which have been made are: first, omissions on the score of propriety, of intelligibility as when a long paraphrase would have been required for a trivial matter , and very seldom of redundancy; secondly, rare and slight rearrangements for the sake of clearness; thirdly, translation and paraphrase required by clearness and the necessities of prose-style. Thou walkest now in Thebes at large and heedest my woe but little. Love if thou wilt, for I love and ever shall, and in sooth, dear brother, this is all: here in this prison must we endure, and each of us take his lot. Many a fat partridge had he in mew, and in his pond many a bream and luce.
And if so be my destiny be shapen by eternal word to die in prison, have some pity of our lineage that by tyranny is brought so low. This gentle cock had under his governance, to perform all his will and pleasure, seven hens, who were his sisters and para- mours, and in colour, wondrous like to him; of which she with throat of the fairest hue was named fair Demoiselle Pertelote. I can expound no more thereof; I learn singing; I know but small grammar. Her diet was in accord with her petticoat. The chambers and stables were spacious, and fairly were we entertained ; and in brief, when the sun was at rest, I had so spoken with every one of them that anon I was of their fellowship, and made agreement to rise early and take our way whither I told you.
He was also a learned man, a clerk, that would preach truly Christ's gospel, and devoutly instruct his parishioners. Alas, that ever I knew Perotheus, for else I had dwelt with Theseus fettered in his prison evermore! Dread no dream; I can say no more to you. My tale, as ye may hear, is of a cock that took the counsel of his wife sorrow befall her! And whereso profit might arise, he was courteous and lowly in serving. This ye may understand and see by the eye. But ere he had sailed half his course I wot not why, nor what misfortune ailed it the ship's bottom was by chance riven asunder, and ship and men sank under the water within sight of other ships hard by, that had sailed at the same time as they. Me, that am your friend? As for me, I say it is a great distress to hear of the sudden fall, alas! He had many a dainty horse in stable, and when he rode, men might hear his bridle jingling in a whistling wind as clear and loud as the chapel-bell, where this lord was prior.
Therein she kept a cock named Chaunticleer, whose like for crowing was not in all the land. I have had strife and rancour many a long day with my cousin Palamon for love of you and for jealousy. But verily her forehead was fair; I trow it was almost a span high, for certainly she was not undergrown. With mother's pity pent in her breast, she goeth as it were half out of her mind to every place where by likelihood she hath supposed her little child might be, and ever she cried on Christ's mother meek and kind, and at last she came to seek him among the cursed Jews. And he, with full merry cheer, began anon his tale, and said in this sort.