第 14 节
作者:管他三七二十一      更新:2024-01-16 22:39      字数:9321
  And thus for that ther is no diel
  Wherof to make myn avant;
  It is to reson acordant
  That I mai nevere; bot I lye;
  Of love make avanterie。
  I wot noght what I scholde have do;
  If that I hadde encheson so;  2440
  As ye have seid hier manyon;
  Bot I fond cause nevere non:
  Bot daunger; which welnyh me slowh;
  Therof I cowthe telle ynowh;
  And of non other Avantance:
  Thus nedeth me no repentance。
  Now axeth furthere of my lif;
  For hierof am I noght gultif。
  Mi Sone; I am wel paid withal;
  For wite it wel in special   2450
  That love of his verrai justice
  Above alle othre ayein this vice
  At alle times most debateth;
  With al his herte and most it hateth。
  And ek in alle maner wise
  Avantarie is to despise;
  As be ensample thou myht wite;
  Which I finde in the bokes write。
  Of hem that we Lombars now calle
  Albinus was the ferste of alle  2460
  Which bar corone of Lombardie;
  And was of gret chivalerie
  In werre ayein diverse kinges。
  So fell amonges othre thinges;
  That he that time a werre hadde
  With Gurmond; which the Geptes ladde;
  And was a myhti kyng also:
  Bot natheles it fell him so;
  Albinus slowh him in the feld;
  Ther halp him nowther swerd ne scheld;    2470
  That he ne smot his hed of thanne;
  Wherof he tok awey the Panne;
  Of which he seide he wolde make
  A Cuppe for Gurmoundes sake;
  To kepe and drawe into memoire
  Of his bataille the victoire。
  And thus whan he the feld hath wonne;
  The lond anon was overronne
  And sesed in his oghne hond;
  Wher he Gurmondes dowhter fond;  2480
  Which Maide Rosemounde hihte;
  And was in every mannes sihte
  A fair; a freissh; a lusti on。
  His herte fell to hire anon;
  And such a love on hire he caste;
  That he hire weddeth ate laste;
  And after that long time in reste
  With hire he duelte; and to the beste
  Thei love ech other wonder wel。
  Bot sche which kepth the blinde whel;  2490
  Venus; whan thei be most above;
  In al the hoteste of here love;
  Hire whiel sche torneth; and thei felle
  In the manere as I schal telle。
  This king; which stod in al his welthe
  Of pes; of worschipe and of helthe;
  And felte him on no side grieved;
  As he that hath his world achieved;
  Tho thoghte he wolde a feste make;
  And that was for his wyves sake;    2500
  That sche the lordes ate feste;
  That were obeissant to his heste;
  Mai knowe: and so forth therupon
  He let ordeine; and sende anon
  Be lettres and be messagiers;
  And warnede alle hise officiers
  That every thing be wel arraied:
  The grete Stiedes were assaied
  For joustinge and for tornement;
  And many a perled garnement  2510
  Embroudred was ayein the dai。
  The lordes in here beste arrai
  Be comen ate time set;
  On jousteth wel; an other bet;
  And otherwhile thei torneie;
  And thus thei casten care aweie
  And token lustes upon honde。
  And after; thou schalt understonde;
  To mete into the kinges halle
  Thei come; as thei be beden alle:  2520
  And whan thei were set and served;
  Thanne after; as it was deserved;
  To hem that worthi knyhtes were;
  So as thei seten hiere and there;
  The pris was yove and spoken oute
  Among the heraldz al aboute。
  And thus benethe and ek above
  Al was of armes and of love;
  Wherof abouten ate bordes
  Men hadde manye sondri wordes;   2530
  That of the merthe which thei made
  The king himself began to glade
  Withinne his herte and tok a pride;
  And sih the Cuppe stonde aside;
  Which mad was of Gurmoundes hed;
  As ye have herd; whan he was ded;
  And was with gold and riche Stones
  Beset and bounde for the nones;
  And stod upon a fot on heihte
  Of burned gold; and with gret sleihte    2540
  Of werkmanschipe it was begrave
  Of such werk as it scholde have;
  And was policed ek so clene
  That no signe of the Skulle is sene;
  Bot as it were a Gripes Ey。
  The king bad bere his Cuppe awey;
  Which stod tofore him on the bord;
  And fette thilke。 Upon his word
  This Skulle is fet and wyn therinne;
  Wherof he bad his wif beginne:  2550
  〃Drink with thi fader; Dame;〃 he seide。
  And sche to his biddinge obeide;
  And tok the Skulle; and what hire liste
  Sche drank; as sche which nothing wiste
  What Cuppe it was: and thanne al oute
  The kyng in audience aboute
  Hath told it was hire fader Skulle;
  So that the lordes knowe schulle
  Of his bataille a soth witnesse;
  And made avant thurgh what prouesse   2560
  He hath his wyves love wonne;
  Which of the Skulle hath so begonne。
  Tho was ther mochel Pride alofte;
  Thei speken alle; and sche was softe;
  Thenkende on thilke unkynde Pride;
  Of that hire lord so nyh hire side
  Avanteth him that he hath slain
  And piked out hire fader brain;
  And of the Skulle had mad a Cuppe。
  Sche soffreth al til thei were uppe;   2570
  And tho sche hath seknesse feigned;
  And goth to chambre and hath compleigned
  Unto a Maide which sche triste;
  So that non other wyht it wiste。
  This Mayde Glodeside is hote;
  To whom this lady hath behote
  Of ladischipe al that sche can;
  To vengen hire upon this man;
  Which dede hire drinke in such a plit
  Among hem alle for despit    2580
  Of hire and of hire fader bothe;
  Wherof hire thoghtes ben so wrothe;
  Sche seith; that sche schal noght be glad;
  Til that sche se him so bestad
  That he nomore make avant。
  And thus thei felle in covenant;
  That thei acorden ate laste;
  With suche wiles as thei caste
  That thei wol gete of here acord
  Som orped knyht to sle this lord:  2590
  And with this sleihte thei beginne;
  How thei Helmege myhten winne;
  Which was the kinges Boteler;
  A proud a lusti Bacheler;
  And Glodeside he loveth hote。
  And sche; to make him more assote;
  Hire love granteth; and be nyhte
  Thei schape how thei togedre myhte
  Abedde meete: and don it was
  This same nyht; and in this cas    2600
  The qwene hirself the nyht secounde
  Wente in hire stede; and there hath founde
  A chambre derk withoute liht;
  And goth to bedde to this knyht。
  And he; to kepe his observance;
  To love doth his obeissance;
  And weneth it be Glodeside;
  And sche thanne after lay aside;
  And axeth him what he hath do;
  And who sche was sche tolde him tho;   2610
  And seide: 〃Helmege; I am thi qwene;
  Now schal thi love wel be sene
  Of that thou hast thi wille wroght:
  Or it schal sore ben aboght;
  Or thou schalt worche as I thee seie。
  And if thou wolt be such a weie
  Do my plesance and holde it stille;
  For evere I schal ben at thi wille;
  Bothe I and al myn heritage。〃
  Anon the wylde loves rage;    2620
  In which noman him can governe;
  Hath mad him that he can noght werne;
  Bot fell al hol to hire assent:
  And thus the whiel is al miswent;
  The which fortune hath upon honde;
  For how that evere it after stonde;
  Thei schope among hem such a wyle;
  The king was ded withinne a whyle。
  So slihly cam it noght aboute
  That thei ne ben descoevered oute;  2630
  So that it thoghte hem for the beste
  To fle; for there was no reste:
  And thus the tresor of the king
  Thei trusse and mochel other thing;
  And with a certein felaschipe
  Thei fledde and wente awey be schipe;
  And hielde here rihte cours fro thenne;
  Til that thei come to Ravenne;
  Wher thei the Dukes helpe soghte。
  And he; so as thei him besoghte;    2640
  A place granteth forto duelle;
  Bot after; whan he herde telle
  Of the manere how thei have do;
  This Duk let schape for hem so;
  That of a puison which thei drunke
  Thei hadden that thei have beswunke。
  And al this made avant of Pride:
  Good is therfore a man to hide
  His oghne pris; for if he speke;
  He mai lihtliche his thonk tobreke。   2650
  In armes lith non avantance
  To him which thenkth his name avance
  And be renomed of his dede:
  And also who that thenkth to spede
  Of love; he mai him noght avaunte;
  For what man thilke vice haunte;
  His pourpos schal fulofte faile。
  In armes he that wol travaile
  Or elles loves grace atteigne;
  His lose tunge he mot restreigne;   2660
  Which berth of his honour the keie。
  Forthi; my Sone; in alle weie
  Tak riht good hiede of this matiere。
  I thonke you; my fader diere;
  This scole is of a gentil lore;
  And if ther be oght elles more
  Of Pride; which I schal eschuie;
  Now axeth forth; and I wol suie
  What thing that ye me wole enforme。
  Mi Sone; yit in other forme  2670
  Ther is a vice of Prides lore;
  Which lich an hauk whan he wol sore;
  Fleith upon heihte in his delices
  After the likynge of his vices;
  And wol no mannes resoun knowe;
  Till he doun falle and overthrowe。
  This vice veine gloire is hote;
  Wherof; my Sone; I thee behote
  To trete and speke in such a wise;
  That thou thee myht the betre avise。  2680
  The proude vice of veine gloire
  Remembreth noght of purgatoire;
  Hise worldes joyes ben so grete;
  Him thenkth of hevene no beyete;
  This lives Pompe is al his pes:
  Yit schal he deie natheles;
  And therof thenkth he bot a lite;
  For al his lust is to delite
  In newe thinges; proude and veine;
  Als ferforth as he mai atteigne。   2690
  I trowe; if that he myhte make
  His body newe; he wolde take
  A newe forme and leve his olde:
  For what thing that he mai beholde;
  The which to comun us is strange;
  Anon his olde guise change
  He wole and falle therupon;
  Lich unto the Camelion;
  Which upon every sondri hewe
  That he beholt he moste newe    2700
  His colour; and thus unavised
  Fulofte time he stant desguised。
  Mor jolif than the brid in Maii
  He makth him evere freissh and gay;
  And doth al his array desguise;
  So that of