Canterbury Tales and Other Poems, Geoffrey Chaucer [good fiction books to read txt] 📗

sister sheen bright, lovely Unto the town of Athens for to dwell:

And forth he rit*; there is no more to tell. rode The red statue of Mars with spear and targe *shield So shineth in his white banner large

That all the fieldes glitter up and down: And by his banner borne is his pennon

Of gold full rich, in which there was y-beat stamped The Minotaur<8> which that he slew in Crete Thus rit this Duke, thus rit this conqueror And in his host of chivalry the flower, Till that he came to Thebes, and alight Fair in a field, there as he thought to fight.

But shortly for to speaken of this thing, With Creon, which that was of Thebes king, He fought, and slew him manly as a knight In plain bataille, and put his folk to flight: And by assault he won the city after,

And rent adown both wall, and spar, and rafter; And to the ladies he restored again

The bodies of their husbands that were slain, To do obsequies, as was then the guise*. custom But it were all too long for to devise *describe The greate clamour, and the waimenting, lamenting Which that the ladies made at the brenning burning Of the bodies, and the great honour

That Theseus the noble conqueror

Did to the ladies, when they from him went: But shortly for to tell is mine intent.

When that this worthy Duke, this Theseus, Had Creon slain, and wonnen Thebes thus, Still in the field he took all night his rest, And did with all the country as him lest*. pleased To ransack in the tas of bodies dead, heap Them for to strip of harness and of **weed, armour *clothes The pillers* did their business and cure, *pillagers <9>

After the battle and discomfiture.

And so befell, that in the tas they found, Through girt with many a grievous bloody wound, Two younge knightes *ligging by and by* lying side by side

Both in one armes, wrought full richely: the same armour

Of whiche two, Arcita hight that one,

And he that other highte Palamon.

Not fully quick*, nor fully dead they were, alive But by their coat-armour, and by their gear, The heralds knew them well in special, As those that weren of the blood royal Of Thebes, and of sistren two y-born*. born of two sisters

Out of the tas the pillers have them torn, And have them carried soft unto the tent Of Theseus, and he full soon them sent To Athens, for to dwellen in prison

Perpetually, he n’olde no ranson. would take no ransom

And when this worthy Duke had thus y-done, He took his host, and home he rit anon With laurel crowned as a conquerour;

And there he lived in joy and in honour Term of his life; what needeth wordes mo’?

And in a tower, in anguish and in woe, Dwellen this Palamon, and eke Arcite,

For evermore, there may no gold them quite set free Thus passed year by year, and day by day, Till it fell ones in a morn of May

That Emily, that fairer was to seen

Than is the lily upon his stalke green, And fresher than the May with flowers new (For with the rose colour strove her hue; I n’ot* which was the finer of them two), *know not Ere it was day, as she was wont to do, She was arisen, and all ready dight, dressed For May will have no sluggardy a-night; The season pricketh every gentle heart, And maketh him out of his sleep to start, And saith, “Arise, and do thine observance.”

 

This maketh Emily have remembrance

To do honour to May, and for to rise.

Y-clothed was she fresh for to devise; Her yellow hair was braided in a tress, Behind her back, a yarde long I guess.

And in the garden at *the sun uprist sunrise She walketh up and down where as her list.

She gathereth flowers, party* white and red, mingled To make a sotel garland for her head, *subtle, well-arranged And as an angel heavenly she sung.

The greate tower, that was so thick and strong, Which of the castle was the chief dungeon<10>

(Where as these knightes weren in prison, Of which I tolde you, and telle shall), Was even joinant* to the garden wall, *adjoining There as this Emily had her playing.

 

Bright was the sun, and clear that morrowning, And Palamon, this woful prisoner,

As was his wont, by leave of his gaoler, Was ris’n, and roamed in a chamber on high, In which he all the noble city sigh, saw And eke the garden, full of branches green, There as this fresh Emelia the sheen

Was in her walk, and roamed up and down.

This sorrowful prisoner, this Palamon

Went in his chamber roaming to and fro, And to himself complaining of his woe: That he was born, full oft he said, Alas!

And so befell, by aventure or cas, chance That through a window thick of many a bar Of iron great, and square as any spar, He cast his eyes upon Emelia,

And therewithal he blent* and cried, Ah! *started aside As though he stungen were unto the heart.

And with that cry Arcite anon up start, And saide, “Cousin mine, what aileth thee, That art so pale and deadly for to see?

Why cried’st thou? who hath thee done offence?

For Godde’s love, take all in patience Our prison*, for it may none other be. *imprisonment Fortune hath giv’n us this adversity’.

Some wick’* aspect or disposition *wicked Of Saturn<11>, by some constellation,

Hath giv’n us this, although we had it sworn, So stood the heaven when that we were born, We must endure; this is the short and plain.

 

This Palamon answer’d, and said again: “Cousin, forsooth of this opinion

Thou hast a vain imagination.

This prison caused me not for to cry;

But I was hurt right now thorough mine eye Into mine heart; that will my bane* be. *destruction The fairness of the lady that I see

Yond in the garden roaming to and fro, Is cause of all my crying and my woe.

I *n’ot wher* she be woman or goddess, know not whether

But Venus is it, soothly* as I guess, *truly And therewithal on knees adown he fill, And saide: “Venus, if it be your will

You in this garden thus to transfigure Before me sorrowful wretched creature, Out of this prison help that we may scape.

And if so be our destiny be shape

By etern word to dien in prison,

Of our lineage have some compassion,

That is so low y-brought by tyranny.”

 

And with that word Arcita *gan espy* began to look forth

Where as this lady roamed to and fro

And with that sight her beauty hurt him so, That if that Palamon was wounded sore, Arcite is hurt as much as he, or more.

And with a sigh he saide piteously:

“The freshe beauty slay’th me suddenly Of her that roameth yonder in the place.

And but* I have her mercy and her grace, *unless That I may see her at the leaste way,

I am but dead; there is no more to say.”

This Palamon, when he these wordes heard, Dispiteously* he looked, and answer’d: *angrily “Whether say’st thou this in earnest or in play?”

“Nay,” quoth Arcite, “in earnest, by my fay*. faith God help me so, me lust full ill to play*.” I am in no humour This Palamon gan knit his browes tway. for jesting

“It were,” quoth he, “to thee no great honour For to be false, nor for to be traitour To me, that am thy cousin and thy brother Y-sworn full deep, and each of us to other, That never for to dien in the pain <12>, Till that the death departen shall us twain, Neither of us in love to hinder other, Nor in none other case, my leve* brother; *dear But that thou shouldest truly farther me In every case, as I should farther thee.

This was thine oath, and mine also certain; I wot it well, thou dar’st it not withsayn, deny Thus art thou of my counsel out of doubt, And now thou wouldest falsely be about To love my lady, whom I love and serve, And ever shall, until mine hearte sterve die Now certes, false Arcite, thou shalt not so I lov’d her first, and tolde thee my woe As to my counsel, and my brother sworn To farther me, as I have told beforn.

For which thou art y-bounden as a knight To helpe me, if it lie in thy might,

Or elles art thou false, I dare well sayn,”

 

This Arcita full proudly spake again:

“Thou shalt,” quoth he, “be rather* false than I, *sooner And thou art false, I tell thee utterly; For par amour I lov’d her first ere thou.

What wilt thou say? *thou wist it not right now* even now thou Whether she be a woman or goddess. knowest not

Thine is affection of holiness,

And mine is love, as to a creature:

For which I tolde thee mine aventure

As to my cousin, and my brother sworn

I pose*, that thou loved’st her beforn: suppose Wost thou not well the olde clerke’s saw<13>, *know’st That who shall give a lover any law?

Love is a greater lawe, by my pan,

Than may be giv’n to any earthly man:

Therefore positive law, and such decree, Is broke alway for love in each degree A man must needes love, maugre his head.

He may not flee it, though he should be dead, *All be she* maid, or widow, or else wife. whether she be

And eke it is not likely all thy life

To standen in her grace, no more than I For well thou wost thyselfe verily,

That thou and I be damned to prison

Perpetual, us gaineth no ranson.

We strive, as did the houndes for the bone; They fought all day, and yet their part was none.

There came a kite, while that they were so wroth, And bare away the bone betwixt them both.

And therefore at the kinge’s court, my brother, Each man for himselfe, there is no other.

Love if thee list; for I love and aye shall And soothly, leve brother, this is all.

Here in this prison musten we endure,

And each of us take his Aventure.”

 

Great was the strife and long between these tway, If that I hadde leisure for to say;

But to the effect: it happen’d on a day (To tell it you as shortly as I may),

A worthy duke that hight Perithous<14>

That fellow was to the Duke Theseus

Since thilke* day that they were children lite** that *little Was come to Athens, his fellow to visite, And for to play, as he was wont to do; For in this world he loved no man so;

And he lov’d him as tenderly again.

So well they lov’d, as olde bookes sayn, That when that one was dead, soothly to sayn, His fellow went and sought him down in hell: But of that story list me not to write.

Duke Perithous loved well Arcite,

And had him known at Thebes year by year: And finally at request and prayere

Of Perithous, withoute ranson

Duke Theseus him let out of prison,

Freely to go, where him list over all, In such a guise, as I you tellen shall This was the forword*, plainly to indite, *promise Betwixte Theseus and him Arcite:

That if so were, that Arcite were y-found Ever in his life, by day or