第 14 节
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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