第 30 节
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Thes wommen gon hom glade ynowh;
Echon for joie on other lowh; 3320
And preiden for this lordes hele;
Which hath relessed the querele;
And hath his oghne will forsake
In charite for goddes sake。
Bot now hierafter thou schalt hiere
What god hath wroght in this matiere;
As he which doth al equite。
To him that wroghte charite
He was ayeinward charitous;
And to pite he was pitous: 3330
For it was nevere knowe yit
That charite goth unaquit。
The nyht; whan he was leid to slepe;
The hihe god; which wolde him kepe;
Seint Peter and seint Poul him sende;
Be whom he wolde his lepre amende。
Thei tuo to him slepende appiere
Fro god; and seide in this manere:
〃O Constantin; for thou hast served
Pite; thou hast pite deserved: 3340
Forthi thou schalt such pite have
That god thurgh pite woll thee save。
So schalt thou double hele finde;
Ferst for thi bodiliche kinde;
And for thi wofull Soule also;
Thou schalt ben hol of bothe tuo。
And for thou schalt thee noght despeire;
Thi lepre schal nomore empeire
Til thou wolt sende therupon
Unto the Mont of Celion; 3350
Wher that Silvestre and his clergie
Togedre duelle in compaignie
For drede of thee; which many day
Hast ben a fo to Cristes lay;
And hast destruid to mochel schame
The prechours of his holy name。
Bot now thou hast somdiel appesed
Thi god; and with good dede plesed;
That thou thi pite hast bewared
Upon the blod which thou hast spared。 3360
Forthi to thi salvacion
Thou schalt have enformacioun;
Such as Silvestre schal the teche:
The nedeth of non other leche。〃
This Emperour; which al this herde;
〃Grant merci lordes;〃 he ansuerde;
〃I wol do so as ye me seie。
Bot of o thing I wolde preie:
What schal I telle unto Silvestre
Or of youre name or of youre estre?〃 3370
And thei him tolden what thei hihte;
And forth withal out of his sihte
Thei passen up into the hevene。
And he awok out of his swevene;
And clepeth; and men come anon:
He tolde his drem; and therupon
In such a wise as he hem telleth
The Mont wher that Silvestre duelleth
Thei have in alle haste soght;
And founde he was and with hem broght 3380
To themperour; which to him tolde
His swevene and elles what he wolde。
And whan Silvestre hath herd the king;
He was riht joiful of this thing;
And him began with al his wit
To techen upon holi writ
Ferst how mankinde was forlore;
And how the hihe god therfore
His Sone sende from above;
Which bore was for mannes love; 3390
And after of his oghne chois
He tok his deth upon the crois;
And how in grave he was beloke;
And how that he hath helle broke;
And tok hem out that were him lieve;
And forto make ous full believe
That he was verrai goddes Sone;
Ayein the kinde of mannes wone
Fro dethe he ros the thridde day;
And whanne he wolde; as he wel may; 3400
He styh up to his fader evene
With fleissh and blod into the hevene;
And riht so in the same forme
In fleissh and blod he schal reforme;
Whan time comth; the qwike and dede
At thilke woful dai of drede;
Where every man schal take his dom;
Als wel the Maister as the grom。
The mihti kinges retenue
That dai may stonde of no value 3410
With worldes strengthe to defende;
For every man mot thanne entende
To stonde upon his oghne dedes
And leve alle othre mennes nedes。
That dai mai no consail availe;
The pledour and the plee schal faile;
The sentence of that ilke day
Mai non appell sette in delay;
Ther mai no gold the Jugge plie;
That he ne schal the sothe trie 3420
And setten every man upriht;
Als wel the plowman as the kniht:
The lewed man; the grete clerk
Schal stonde upon his oghne werk;
And such as he is founde tho;
Such schal he be for everemo。
Ther mai no peine be relessed;
Ther mai no joie ben encressed;
Bot endeles; as thei have do;
He schal receive on of the tuo。 3430
And thus Silvestre with his sawe
The ground of al the newe lawe
With gret devocion he precheth;
Fro point to point and pleinly techeth
Unto this hethen Emperour;
And seith; the hihe creatour
Hath underfonge his charite;
Of that he wroghte such pite;
Whan he the children hadde on honde。
Thus whan this lord hath understonde 3440
Of al this thing how that it ferde;
Unto Silvestre he thanne ansuerde;
With al his hole herte and seith
That he is redi to the feith。
And so the vessel which for blod
Was mad; Silvestre; ther it stod;
With clene water of the welle
In alle haste he let do felle;
And sette Constantin therinne
Al naked up unto the chinne。 3450
And in the while it was begunne;
A liht; as thogh it were a Sunne;
Fro hevene into the place com
Wher that he tok his cristendom;
And evere among the holi tales
Lich as thei weren fisshes skales
Ther fellen from him now and eft;
Til that ther was nothing beleft
Of al his grete maladie。
For he that wolde him purefie; 3460
The hihe god hath mad him clene;
So that ther lefte nothing sene;
He hath him clensed bothe tuo;
The bodi and the Soule also。
Tho knew this Emperour in dede
That Cristes feith was forto drede;
And sende anon hise lettres oute
And let do crien al aboute;
Up peine of deth that noman weyve
That he baptesme ne receive: 3470
After his Moder qweene Heleine
He sende; and so betwen hem tweine
Thei treten; that the Cite all
Was cristned; and sche forth withall。
This Emperour; which hele hath founde;
Withinne Rome anon let founde
Tuo cherches; which he dede make
For Peter and for Poules sake;
Of whom he hadde avisioun;
And yaf therto possessioun 3480
Of lordschipe and of worldes good。
Bot how so that his will was good
Toward the Pope and his Franchise;
Yit hath it proved other wise;
To se the worchinge of the dede:
For in Cronique this I rede;
Anon as he hath mad the yifte;
A vois was herd on hih the lifte;
Of which al Rome was adrad;
And seith: 〃To day is venym schad 3490
In holi cherche of temporal;
Which medleth with the spirital。〃
And hou it stant of that degree
Yit mai a man the sothe se:
God mai amende it; whan he wile;
I can ther to non other skile。
Bot forto go ther I began;
How charite mai helpe a man
To bothe worldes; I have seid:
And if thou have an Ere leid; 3500
Mi Sone; thou miht understonde;
If charite be take on honde;
Ther folweth after mochel grace。
Forthi; if that thou wolt pourchace
How that thou miht Envie flee;
Aqueinte thee with charite;
Which is the vertu sovereine。
Mi fader; I schal do my peine:
For this ensample which ye tolde
With al myn herte I have withholde; 3510
So that I schal for everemore
Eschuie Envie wel the more:
And that I have er this misdo;
Yif me my penance er I go。
And over that to mi matiere
Of schrifte; why we sitten hiere
In privete betwen ous tweie;
Now axeth what ther is; I preie。
Mi goode Sone; and for thi lore
I woll thee telle what is more; 3520
So that thou schalt the vices knowe:
For whan thei be to thee full knowe;
Thou miht hem wel the betre eschuie。
And for this cause I thenke suie
The forme bothe and the matiere;
As now suiende thou schalt hiere
Which vice stant next after this:
And whan thou wost how that it is;
As thou schalt hiere me devise;
Thow miht thiself the betre avise。 3530
Explicit Liber Secundus
Incipit Liber Tercius
Ira suis paribus est par furiis Acherontis;
Quo furor ad tempus nil pietatis habet。
Ira malencolicos animos perturbat; vt equo
Iure sui pondus nulla statera tenet。
Omnibus in causis grauat Ira; set inter amantes;
Illa magis facili sorte grauamen agit:
Est vbi vir discors leuiterque repugnat amori;
Sepe loco ludi fletus ad ora venit。
If thou the vices lest to knowe;
Mi Sone; it hath noght ben unknowe;
Fro ferst that men the swerdes grounde;
That ther nis on upon this grounde;
A vice forein fro the lawe;
Wherof that many a good felawe
Hath be distraght be sodein chance;
And yit to kinde no plesance
It doth; bot wher he most achieveth
His pourpos; most to kinde he grieveth; 10
As he which out of conscience
Is enemy to pacience:
And is be name on of the Sevene;
Which ofte hath set this world unevene;
And cleped is the cruel Ire;
Whos herte is everemore on fyre
To speke amis and to do bothe;
For his servantz ben evere wrothe。
Mi goode fader; tell me this:
What thing is Ire? Sone; it is 20
That in oure englissh Wrathe is hote;
Which hath hise wordes ay so hote;
That all a mannes pacience
Is fyred of the violence。
For he with him hath evere fyve
Servantz that helpen him to stryve:
The ferst of hem Malencolie
Is cleped; which in compaignie
An hundred times in an houre
Wol as an angri beste loure; 30
And noman wot the cause why。
Mi Sone; schrif thee now forthi:
Hast thou be Malencolien?
Ye; fader; be seint Julien;
Bot I untrewe wordes use;
I mai me noght therof excuse:
And al makth love; wel I wot;
Of which myn herte is evere hot;
So that I brenne as doth a glede
For Wrathe that I mai noght spede。 40
And thus fulofte a day for noght
Save onlich of myn oghne thoght
I am so with miselven wroth;
That how so that the game goth
With othre men; I am noght glad;
Bot I am wel the more unglad;
For that is othre mennes game
It torneth me to pure grame。
Thus am I with miself oppressed
Of thoght; the whi