# Canterbury Tales (ed. Skeat)/Monk

>> Skeat's notes on the Monkes Tale
The mery wordes of the Host to the Monk.
Whan ended was my tale of Melibee, And of Prudence and hir benignitee, 3080 Our hoste seyde, 'as I am faithful man, And by the precious corpus Madrian, I hadde lever than a barel ale That goode lief my wyf hadde herd this tale! For she nis no-thing of swich pacience 3085 As was this Melibeus wyf Prudence. By goddes bones! whan I bete my knaves, She bringth me forth the grete clobbed staves, (10) And cryeth, "slee the dogges everichoon, And brek hem, bothe bak and every boon." 3090 And if that any neighebor of myne Wol nat in chirche to my wyf enclyne, Or be so hardy to hir to trespace, Whan she comth hoom, she rampeth in my face, And cryeth, "false coward, wreek thy wyf, 3095 By corpus bones! I wol have thy knyf, And thou shalt have my distaf and go spinne!" Fro day to night right thus she wol biginne;— (20) "Allas!" she seith, "that ever I was shape To wedde a milksop or a coward ape, 3100 That wol be overlad with every wight! Thou darst nat stonden by thy wyves right!" This is my lyf, but-if that I wol fighte; And out at dore anon I moot me dighte, Or elles I am but lost, but-if that I 3105 Be lyk a wilde leoun fool-hardy. I woot wel she wol do me slee som day Som neighebor, and thanne go my wey. (30) For I am perilous with knyf in honde, Al be it that I dar nat hir withstonde, 3110 For she is big in armes, by my feith, That shal he finde, that hir misdooth or seith. But lat us passe awey fro this matere.
 My lord the Monk,' quod he, 'be mery of chere; For ye shul telle a tale trewely. 3115 Lo! Rouchestre stant heer faste by! Ryd forth, myn owene lord, brek nat our game, But, by my trouthe, I knowe nat your name, (40) Wher shal I calle yow my lord dan Iohn, Or dan Thomas, or elles dan Albon? 3120 Of what hous be ye, by your fader kin? I vow to god, thou, hast a ful fair skin, It is a gentil pasture ther thou goost; Thou art nat lyk a penaunt or a goost. Upon my feith, thou art som officer, 3125 Som worthy sexteyn, or som celerer, For by my fader soule, as to my doom, Thou art a maister whan thou art at hoom; (50) No povre cloisterer, ne no novys, But a governour, wyly and wys. 3130 And therwithal of brawnes and of bones A wel-faring persone for the nones. I pray to god, yeve him confusioun That first thee broghte un-to religioun; Thou woldest han been a trede-foul aright. 3135 Haddestow as greet a leve, as thou hast might To parfourne al thy lust in engendrure, Thou haddest bigeten many a creature. (60) Alas! why werestow so wyd a cope? God yeve me sorwe! but, and I were a pope, 3140 Not only thou, but every mighty man, Thogh he were shorn ful hye upon his pan, Sholde have a wyf; for al the world is lorn! Religioun hath take up al the corn Of treding, and we borel men ben shrimpes! 3145 Of feble trees ther comen wrecched impes. This maketh that our heires been so sclendre And feble, that they may nat wel engendre. (70) This maketh that our wyves wol assaye Religious folk, for ye may bettre paye 3150 Of Venus payements than mowe we; God woot, no lussheburghes payen ye! But be nat wrooth, my lord, for that I pleye; Ful ofte in game a sooth I have herd seye.'
 This worthy monk took al in pacience, 3155 And seyde, 'I wol doon al my diligence, As fer as souneth in-to honestee, To telle yow a tale, or two, or three. (80) And if yow list to herkne hiderward, I wol yow seyn the lyf of seint Edward; 3160 Or elles first Tragedies wol I telle Of whiche I have an hundred in my celle. Tragedie is to seyn a certeyn storie, As olde bokes maken us memorie, Of him that stood in greet prosperitee 3165 And is y-fallen out of heigh degree Into miserie, and endeth wrecchedly. And they ben versifyed comunly (90) Of six feet, which men clepe exametron. In prose eek been endyted many oon, 3170 And eek in metre, in many a sondry wyse. Lo! this declaring oughte y-nough suffise.
 Now herkneth, if yow lyketh for to here; But first I yow biseke in this matere, Though I by ordre telle nat thise thinges, 3175 Be it of popes, emperours, or kinges, After hir ages, as men writen finde, But telle hem som bifore and som bihinde, (100) As it now comth un-to my remembraunce; Have me excused of myn ignoraunce.' 3180
 Explicit.
Here biginneth the Monkes Tale, de Casibus Virorum Illustrium.
I wol biwayle in maner of Tragedie The harm of hem that stode in heigh degree, And fillen so that ther nas no remedie To bringe hem out of hir adversitee; For certein, whan that fortune list to flee, 3185 Ther may no man the cours of hir withholde; Lat no man truste on blind prosperitee; Be war by thise ensamples trewe and olde.
 Lucifer.
At Lucifer, though he an angel were, And nat a man, at him I wol biginne; 3190 For, thogh fortune may non angel dere, (11) From heigh degree yet fel he for his sinne Doun in-to helle, wher he yet is inne. O Lucifer! brightest of angels alle, Now artow Sathanas, that maist nat twinne 3195 Out of miserie, in which that thou art falle.
 Adam.
Lo Adam, in the feld of Damassene, With goddes owene finger wroght was he, And nat bigeten of mannes sperme unclene, And welte al Paradys, saving o tree. 3200 Had never worldly man so heigh degree (21) As Adam, til he for misgovernaunce Was drive out of his hye prosperitee To labour, and to helle, and to meschaunce.
 Sampson.
Lo Sampson, which that was annunciat 3205 By thangel, longe er his nativitee, And was to god almighty consecrat, And stood in noblesse, whyl he mighte see. Was never swich another as was he, To speke of strengthe, and therwith hardinesse; 3210 But to his wyves tolde he his secree, (31) Through which he slow him-self, for wrecchednesse.
Sampson, this noble almighty champioun, Withouten wepen save his hondes tweye, He slow and al to-rente the leoun, 3215 Toward his wedding walking by the weye. His false wyf coude him so plese and preye Til she his conseil knew, and she untrewe Un-to his foos his conseil gan biwreye, And him forsook, and took another newe. 3220
Three hundred foxes took Sampson for ire, (41) And alle hir tayles he togider bond, And sette the foxes tayles alle on fire, For he on every tayl had knit a brond; And they brende alle the cornes in that lond, 3225 And alle hir oliveres and vynes eek. A thousand men he slow eek with his hond, And had no wepen but an asses cheek.
Whan they were slayn, so thursted him that he Was wel ny lorn, for which he gan to preye 3230 That god wolde on his peyne han som pitee, (51) And sende him drinke, or elles moste he deye; And of this asses cheke, that was dreye, Out of a wang-tooth sprang anon a welle, Of which he drank y-nogh, shortly to seye, 3235 Thus heelp him god, as Iudicum can telle.
By verray force, at Gazan, on a night, Maugree Philistiens of that citee, The gates of the toun he hath up-plight, And on his bak y-caried hem hath he 3240 Hye on an hille, that men mighte hem see. (61) O noble almighty Sampson, leef and dere, Had thou nat told to wommen thy secree, In al this worlde ne hadde been thy pere!
This Sampson never sicer drank ne wyn, 3245 Ne on his heed cam rasour noon ne shere, By precept of the messager divyn, For alle his strengthes in his heres were; And fully twenty winter, yeer by yere, He hadde of Israel the governaunce. 3250 But sone shal he wepen many a tere, (71) For wommen shal him bringen to meschaunce!
Un-to his lemman Dalida he tolde That in his heres al his strengthe lay, And falsly to his fo-men she him solde. 3255 And sleping in hir barme up-on a day She made to clippe or shere his heer awey, And made his fo-men al his craft espyen; And whan that they him fonde in this array, They bounde him faste, and putten out his yën. 3260
But er his heer were clipped or y-shave, (81) Ther was no bond with which men might him binde; But now is he in prisoun in a cave, Wher-as they made him at the querne grinde. O noble Sampson, strongest of mankinde, 3265 O whylom Iuge in glorie and in richesse, Now maystow wepen with thyn yën blinde, Sith thou fro wele art falle in wrecchednesse.
Thende of this caytif was as I shal seye; His fo-men made a feste upon a day, 3270 And made him as hir fool bifore hem pleye, (91) And this was in a temple of greet array. But atte laste he made a foul affray; For he two pilers shook, and made hem falle, And doun fil temple and al, and ther it lay, 3275 And slow him-self, and eek his fo-men alle.
This is to seyn, the princes everichoon, And eek three thousand bodies wer ther slayn With falling of the grete temple of stoon. Of Sampson now wol I na-more seyn. 3280 Beth war by this ensample old and playn (101) That no men telle hir conseil til hir wyves Of swich thing as they wolde han secree fayn, If that it touche hir limmes or hir lyves.
 Hercules.
Of Hercules the sovereyn conquerour 3285 Singen his workes laude and heigh renoun; For in his tyme of strengthe he was the flour. He slow, and rafte the skin of the leoun; He of Centauros leyde the boost adoun; He Arpies slow, the cruel briddes felle; 3290 He golden apples rafte of the dragoun; (111) He drow out Cerberus, the hound of helle:
He slow the cruel tyrant Busirus, And made his hors to frete him, flesh and boon; He slow the firy serpent venimous; 3295 Of Achelois two hornes, he brak oon; And he slow Cacus in a cave of stoon; He slow the geaunt Antheus the stronge; He slow the grisly boor, and that anoon, And bar the heven on his nekke longe. 3300
Was never wight, sith that the world bigan, (121) That slow so many monstres as dide he. Thurgh-out this wyde world his name ran, What for his strengthe, and for his heigh bountee, And every reaume wente he for to see. 3305 He was so strong that no man mighte him lette; At bothe the worldes endes, seith Trophee, In stede of boundes, he a piler sette.
A lemman hadde this noble champioun, That highte Dianira, fresh as May; 3310 And, as thise clerkes maken mencioun, (131) She hath him sent a sherte fresh and gay. Allas! this sherte, allas and weylaway! Envenimed was so subtilly with-alle, That, er that he had wered it half a day, 3315 It made his flesh al from his bones falle.
But nathelees somme clerkes hir excusen By oon that highte Nessus, that it maked; Be as be may, I wol hir noght accusen; But on his bak this sherte he wered al naked, 3320 Til that his flesh was for the venim blaked. (141) And whan he sey noon other remedye, In hote coles he hath him-selven raked, For with no venim deyned him to dye.
Thus starf this worthy mighty Hercules; 3325 Lo, who may truste on fortune any throwe? For him that folweth al this world of prees, Er he be war, is ofte y-leyd ful lowe. Ful wys is he that can him-selven knowe. Beth war, for whan that fortune list to glose, 3330 Than wayteth she hir man to overthrowe (151) By swich a wey as he wolde leest suppose.
 Nabugodonosor (Nebuchadnezzar).
The mighty trone, the precious tresor, The glorious ceptre and royal magestee That hadde the king Nabugodonosor, 3335 With tonge unnethe may discryved be. He twyes wan Ierusalem the citee; The vessel of the temple he with him ladde. At Babiloyne was his sovereyn see, In which his glorie and his delyt he hadde. 3340
The fairest children of the blood royal (161) Of Israel he leet do gelde anoon, And maked ech of hem to been his thral. Amonges othere Daniel was oon, That was the wysest child of everichoon; 3345 For he the dremes of the king expouned, Wher-as in Chaldey clerk ne was ther noon That wiste to what fyn his dremes souned.
This proude king leet make a statue of golde, Sixty cubytes long, and seven in brede, 3350 To which image bothe yonge and olde (171) Comaunded he to loute, and have in drede; Or in a fourneys ful of flambes rede He shal be brent, that wolde noght obeye. But never wolde assente to that dede 3355 Daniel, ne his yonge felawes tweye.
This king of kinges proud was and elaat, He wende that god, that sit in magestee, Ne mighte him nat bireve of his estaat: But sodeynly he loste his dignitee, 3360 And lyk a beste him semed for to be, (181) And eet hay as an oxe, and lay ther-oute; In reyn with wilde bestes walked he, Til certein tyme was y-come aboute.
And lyk an egles fetheres wexe his heres, 3365 His nayles lyk a briddes clawes were; Til god relessed him a certein yeres, And yaf him wit; and than with many a tere He thanked god, and ever his lyf in fere Was he to doon amis, or more trespace; 3370 And, til that tyme he leyd was on his bere, (191) He knew that god was ful of might and grace.
 Balthasar (Belshazzar).
His sone, which that highte Balthasar, That heeld the regne after his fader day, He by his fader coude nought be war, 3375 For proud he was of herte and of array; And eek an ydolastre was he ay. His hye estaat assured him in pryde. But fortune caste him doun, and ther he lay, And sodeynly his regne gan divyde. 3380
A feste he made un-to his lordes alle (201) Up-on a tyme, and bad hem blythe be, And than his officeres gan he calle— 'Goth, bringeth forth the vessels,' [tho] quod he, 'Which that my fader, in his prosperitee, 3385 Out of the temple of Ierusalem birafte, And to our hye goddes thanke we Of honour, that our eldres with us lafte.'
His wyf, his lordes, and his concubynes Ay dronken, whyl hir appetytes laste, 3390 Out of thise noble vessels sundry wynes; (211) And on a wal this king his yën caste, And sey an hond armlees, that wroot ful faste, For fere of which he quook and syked sore. This hond, that Balthasar so sore agaste, 3395 Wroot Mane, techel, phares, and na-more.
In al that lond magicien was noon That coude expoune what this lettre mente; But Daniel expouned it anoon, And seyde, 'king, god to thy fader lente 3400 Glorie and honour, regne, tresour, rente: (221) And he was proud, and no-thing god ne dradde, And therfor god gret wreche up-on him sente, And him birafte the regne that he hadde.
He was out cast of mannes companye, 3405 With asses was his habitacioun, And eet hey as a beste in weet and drye, Til that he knew, by grace and by resoun, That god of heven hath dominacioun Over every regne and every creature; 3410 And thanne had god of him compassioun, (231) And him restored his regne and his figure.
Eek thou, that art his sone, art proud also, And knowest alle thise thinges verraily, And art rebel to god, and art his fo. 3415 Thou drank eek of his vessels boldely; Thy wyf eek and thy wenches sinfully Dronke of the same vessels sondry wynes, And heriest false goddes cursedly; Therfor to thee y-shapen ful gret pyne is. 3420
This hand was sent from god, that on the walle (241) Wroot mane, techel, phares, truste me; Thy regne is doon, thou weyest noght at alle; Divyded is thy regne, and it shal be To Medes and to Perses yeven,' quod he. 3425 And thilke same night this king was slawe, And Darius occupyeth his degree, Thogh he therto had neither right ne lawe.
Lordinges, ensample heer-by may ye take How that in lordshipe is no sikernesse; 3430 For whan fortune wol a man forsake, (251) She bereth awey his regne and his richesse, And eek his freendes, bothe more and lesse; For what man that hath freendes thurgh fortune, Mishap wol make hem enemys, I gesse: 3435 This proverbe is ful sooth and ful commune.
 Cenobia (Zenobia).
Cenobia, of Palimerie quene, As writen Persiens of hir noblesse, So worthy was in armes and so kene, That no wight passed hir in hardinesse, 3440 Ne in linage, ne in other gentillesse. (261) Of kinges blode of Perse is she descended; I seye nat that she hadde most fairnesse, But of hir shape she mighte nat been amended.
From hir childhede I finde that she fledde 3445 Office of wommen, and to wode she wente; And many a wilde hertes blood she shedde With arwes brode that she to hem sente. She was so swift that she anon hem hente, And whan that she was elder, she wolde kille 3450 Leouns, lepardes, and beres al to-rente, (271) And in hir armes welde hem at hir wille.
She dorste wilde beestes dennes seke, And rennen in the montaignes al the night, And slepen under a bush, and she coude eke 3455 Wrastlen by verray force and verray might With any yong man, were he never so wight; Ther mighte no-thing in hir armes stonde. She kepte hir maydenhod from every wight, To no man deigned hir for to be bonde. 3460
But atte laste hir frendes han hir maried (281) To Odenake, a prince of that contree, Al were it so that she hem longe taried; And ye shul understonde how that he Hadde swiche fantasyes as hadde she. 3465 But nathelees, whan they were knit in-fere, They lived in Ioye and in felicitee; For ech of hem hadde other leef and dere.
Save o thing, that she never wolde assente By no wey, that he sholde by hir lye 3470 But ones, for it was hir pleyn entente (291) To have a child, the world to multiplye; And al-so sone as that she mighte espye That she was nat with childe with that dede, Than wolde she suffre him doon his fantasye 3475 Eft-sone, and nat but ones, out of drede.
And if she were with childe at thilke cast, Na-more sholde he pleyen thilke game Til fully fourty dayes weren past; Than wolde she ones suffre him do the same. 3480 Al were this Odenake wilde or tame, (301) He gat na-more of hir, for thus she seyde, 'It was to wyves lecherye and shame In other cas, if that men with hem pleyde.'
Two sones by this Odenake hadde she, 3485 The whiche she kepte in vertu and lettrure; But now un-to our tale turne we. I seye, so worshipful a creature, And wys therwith, and large with mesure, So penible in the werre, and curteis eke, 3490 Ne more labour mighte in werre endure, (311) Was noon, thogh al this world men sholde seke.
Hir riche array ne mighte nat be told As wel in vessel as in hir clothing; She was al clad in perree and in gold, 3495 And eek she lafte noght, for noon hunting, To have of sondry tonges ful knowing, Whan that she leyser hadde, and for to entende To lernen bokes was al hir lyking, How she in vertu mighte hir lyf dispende. 3500
And, shortly of this storie for to trete, (321) So doughty was hir housbonde and eek she, That they conquered many regnes grete In the orient, with many a fair citee, Apertenaunt un-to the magestee 3505 Of Rome, and with strong hond helde hem ful faste; Ne never mighte hir fo-men doon hem flee, Ay whyl that Odenakes dayes laste.
Hir batailes, who-so list hem for to rede, Agayn Sapor the king and othere mo, 3510 And how that al this proces fil in dede, (331) Why she conquered and what title had therto, And after of hir meschief and hir wo, How that she was biseged and y-take, Let him un-to my maister Petrark go, 3515 That writ y-nough of this, I undertake.
When Odenake was deed, she mightily The regnes heeld, and with hir propre honde Agayn hir foos she faught so cruelly, That ther nas king ne prince in al that londe 3520 That he nas glad, if that he grace fonde, (341) That she ne wolde up-on his lond werreye; With hir they made alliaunce by bonde To been in pees, and lete hir ryde and pleye.
The emperour of Rome, Claudius, 3525 Ne him bifore, the Romayn Galien, Ne dorste never been so corageous, Ne noon Ermyn, ne noon Egipcien, Ne Surrien, ne noon Arabien, Within the feld that dorste with hir fighte 3530 Lest that she wolde hem with hir hondes slen, (351) Or with hir meynee putten hem to flighte.
In kinges habit wente hir sones two, As heires of hir fadres regnes alle, And Hermanno, and Thymalaö 3535 Her names were, as Persiens hem calle. But ay fortune hath in hir hony galle; This mighty quene may no whyl endure. Fortune out of hir regne made hir falle To wrecchednesse and to misaventure. 3540
Aurelian, whan that the governaunce (361) Of Rome cam in-to his hondes tweye, He shoop up-on this queen to do vengeaunce, And with his legiouns he took his weye Toward Cenobie, and, shortly for to seye, 3545 He made hir flee, and atte laste hir hente, And fettred hir, and eek hir children tweye, And wan the lond, and hoom to Rome he wente.
Amonges othere thinges that he wan, Hir char, that was with gold wrought and perree, 3550 This grete Romayn, this Aurelian, (371) Hath with him lad, for that men sholde it see. Biforen his triumphe walketh she With gilte cheynes on hir nekke hanging; Corouned was she, as after hir degree, 3555 And ful of perree charged hir clothing.
Allas, fortune! she that whylom was Dredful to kinges and to emperoures, Now gaureth al the peple on hir, allas! And she that helmed was in starke stoures, 3560 And wan by force tounes stronge and toures, (381) Shal on hir heed now were a vitremyte; And she that bar the ceptre ful of floures Shal bere a distaf, hir cost for to quyte. [T. 14380.
 De Petro Rege Ispannie.
O noble, o worthy Petro, glorie of Spayne, [T. 14685. Whom fortune heeld so hy in magestee, 3566 Wel oughten men thy pitous deeth complayne! Out of thy lond thy brother made thee flee; And after, at a sege, by subtiltee, Thou were bitrayed, and lad un-to his tente, 3570 Wher-as he with his owene hond slow thee, (391) Succeding in thy regne and in thy rente.
The feeld of snow, with thegle of blak ther-inne, [T. 14693. Caught with the lymrod, coloured as the glede, He brew this cursednes and al this sinne. 3575 The 'wikked nest' was werker of this nede; Noght Charles Oliver, that ay took hede Of trouthe and honour, but of Armorike Genilon Oliver, corrupt for mede, Broghte this worthy king in swich a brike. 3580
 De Petro Rege de Cipro.
O worthy Petro, king of Cypre, also, (401) That Alisaundre wan by heigh maistrye, Ful many a hethen wroghtestow ful wo, Of which thyn owene liges hadde envye, And, for no thing but for thy chivalrye, 3585 They in thy bedde han slayn thee by the morwe. Thus can fortune hir wheel governe and gye, And out of Ioye bringe men to sorwe. [T. 14708.
 De Barnabo de Lumbardia.
Of Melan grete Barnabo Viscounte, God of delyt, and scourge of Lumbardye, 3590 Why sholde I nat thyn infortune acounte, (411) Sith in estaat thou clombe were so hye? Thy brother sone, that was thy double allye, For he thy nevew was, and sone-in-lawe, With-inne his prisoun made thee to dye; 3595 But why, ne how, noot I that thou were slawe.
 De Hugelino, Comite de Pize.
Of the erl Hugelyn of Pyse the langour Ther may no tonge telle for pitee; But litel out of Pyse stant a tour, In whiche tour in prisoun put was he, 3600 And with him been his litel children three. (421) The eldeste scarsly fyf yeer was of age. Allas, fortune! it was greet crueltee Swiche briddes for to putte in swiche a cage!
Dampned was he to deye in that prisoun, 3605 For Roger, which that bisshop was of Pyse, Hadde on him maad a fals suggestioun, Thurgh which the peple gan upon him ryse, And putten him to prisoun in swich wyse As ye han herd, and mete and drink he hadde 3610 So smal, that wel unnethe it may suffyse, (431) And therwith-al it was ful povre and badde.
And on a day bifil that, in that hour, Whan that his mete wont was to be broght, The gayler shette the dores of the tour. 3615 He herde it wel,—but he spak right noght, And in his herte anon ther fil a thoght, That they for hunger wolde doon him dyen. 'Allas!' quod he, 'allas! that I was wroght!' Therwith the teres fillen from his yën. 3620
His yonge sone, that three yeer was of age, (441) Un-to him seyde, 'fader, why do ye wepe? Whan wol the gayler bringen our potage, Is ther no morsel breed that ye do kepe? I am so hungry that I may nat slepe, 3625 Now wolde god that I mighte slepen ever! Than sholde nat hunger in my wombe crepe; Ther is no thing, save breed, that me were lever.'
Thus day by day this child bigan to crye, Til in his fadres barme adoun it lay, 3630 And seyde, 'far-wel, fader, I moot dye,' (451) And kiste his fader, and deyde the same day. And whan the woful fader deed it sey, For wo his armes two he gan to byte, And seyde, 'allas, fortune! and weylaway! 3635 Thy false wheel my wo al may I wyte!'
His children wende that it for hunger was That he his armes gnow, and nat for wo, And seyde, 'fader, do nat so, allas! But rather eet the flesh upon us two; 3640 Our flesh thou yaf us, tak our flesh us fro (461) And eet y-nough:' right thus they to him seyde, And after that, with-in a day or two, They leyde hem in his lappe adoun, and deyde.
Him-self, despeired, eek for hunger starf; 3645 Thus ended is this mighty Erl of Pyse; From heigh estaat fortune awey him carf. Of this Tragedie it oghte y-nough suffyse. Who-so wol here it in a lenger wyse, Redeth the grete poete of Itaille, 3650 That highte Dant, for he can al devyse (471) Fro point to point, nat o word wol he faille. [T. 14772.
 Nero.
Al-though that Nero were as vicious [T. 14381. As any feend that lyth ful lowe adoun, Yet he, as telleth us Swetonius, 3655 This wyde world hadde in subieccioun, Both Est and West, South and Septemtrioun; Of rubies, saphires, and of perles whyte Were alle his clothes brouded up and doun; For he in gemmes greetly gan delyte. 3660
More delicat, more pompous of array, (481) More proud was never emperour than he; That ilke cloth, that he had wered o day, After that tyme he nolde it never see. Nettes of gold-thred hadde he gret plentee 3665 To fisshe in Tybre, whan him liste pleye. His lustes were al lawe in his decree, For fortune as his freend him wolde obeye.
He Rome brende for his delicacye; The senatours he slow up-on a day. 3670 To here how men wolde wepe and crye; (491) And slow his brother, and by his sister lay. His moder made he in pitous array; For he hir wombe slitte, to biholde Wher he conceyved was; so weilawey! 3675 That he so litel of his moder tolde!
No tere out of his yën for that sighte Ne cam, but seyde, 'a fair womman was she.' Gret wonder is, how that he coude or mighte Be domesman of hir dede beautee. 3680 The wyn to bringen him comaunded he, (501) And drank anon; non other wo he made. Whan might is Ioyned un-to crueltee, Allas! to depe wol the venim wade!
In youthe a maister hadde this emperour, 3685 To teche him letterure and curteisye, For of moralitee he was the flour, As in his tyme, but-if bokes lye; And whyl this maister hadde of him maistrye, He maked him so conning and so souple 3690 That longe tyme it was er tirannye (511) Or any vyce dorste on him uncouple.
This Seneca, of which that I devyse, By-cause Nero hadde of him swich drede, For he fro vyces wolde him ay chastyse 3695 Discreetly as by worde and nat by dede;— 'Sir,' wolde he seyn, 'an emperour moot nede Be vertuous, and hate tirannye'— For which he in a bath made him to blede On bothe his armes, til he moste dye. 3700
This Nero hadde eek of acustumaunce (521) In youthe ageyn his maister for to ryse, Which afterward him thoughte a greet grevaunce; Therfor he made him deyen in this wyse. But natheles this Seneca the wyse 3705 Chees in a bath to deye in this manere Rather than han another tormentyse; And thus hath Nero slayn his maister dere.
Now fil it so that fortune list no lenger The hye pryde of Nero to cheryce; 3710 For though that he were strong, yet was she strenger; (531) She thoughte thus, 'by god, I am to nyce To sette a man that is fulfild of vyce In heigh degree, and emperour him calle. By god, out of his sete I wol him tryce; 3715 When he leest weneth, sonest shal he falle.'
The peple roos up-on him on a night For his defaute, and whan he it espyed, Out of his dores anon he hath him dight Alone, and, ther he wende han ben allyed, 3720 He knokked faste, and ay, the more he cryed, (541) The faster shette they the dores alle; Tho wiste he wel he hadde him-self misgyed, And wente his wey, no lenger dorste he calle.
The peple cryde and rombled up and doun, 3725 That with his eres herde he how they seyde, 'Wher is this false tyraunt, this Neroun?' For fere almost out of his wit he breyde, And to his goddes pitously he preyde For socour, but it mighte nat bityde. 3730 For drede of this, him thoughte that he deyde, (551) And ran in-to a gardin, him to hyde.
And in this gardin fond he cherles tweye That seten by a fyr ful greet and reed, And to thise cherles two he gan to preye 3735 To sleen him, and to girden of his heed, That to his body, whan that he were deed, Were no despyt y-doon, for his defame. Him-self he slow, he coude no better reed, Of which fortune lough, and hadde a game. 3740
 De Oloferno (Holofernes).
Was never capitayn under a king (561) That regnes mo putte in subieccioun, Ne strenger was in feeld of alle thing, As in his tyme, ne gretter of renoun, Ne more pompous in heigh presumpcioun 3745 Than Oloferne, which fortune ay kiste So likerously, and ladde him up and doun Til that his heed was of, er that he wiste.
Nat only that this world hadde him in awe For lesinge of richesse or libertee, 3750 But he made every man reneye his lawe. (571) 'Nabugodonosor was god,' seyde he, 'Noon other god sholde adoured be.' Ageyns his heste no wight dar trespace Save in Bethulia, a strong citee, 3755 Wher Eliachim a prest was of that place.
But tak kepe of the deeth of Olofern; Amidde his host he dronke lay a night, With-inne his tente, large as is a bern, And yit, for al his pompe and al his might, 3760 Iudith, a womman, as he lay upright, (581) Sleping, his heed of smoot, and from his tente Ful prively she stal from every wight, And with his heed unto hir toun she wente.
 De Rege Anthiocho illustri.
What nedeth it of King Anthiochus 3765 To telle his hye royal magestee, His hye pryde, his werkes venimous? For swich another was ther noon as he. Rede which that he was in Machabee, And rede the proude wordes that he seyde, 3770 And why he fil fro heigh prosperitee, (591) And in an hil how wrechedly he deyde.
Fortune him hadde enhaunced so in pryde That verraily he wende he mighte attayne Unto the sterres, upon every syde, 3775 And in balance weyen ech montayne, And alle the flodes of the see restrayne. And goddes peple hadde he most in hate, Hem wolde he sleen in torment and in payne, Wening that god ne mighte his pryde abate. 3780
And for that Nichanor and Thimothee (601) Of Iewes weren venquisshed mightily, Unto the Iewes swich an hate hadde he That he bad greithe his char ful hastily, And swoor, and seyde, ful despitously, 3785 Unto Ierusalem he wolde eft-sone, To wreken his ire on it ful cruelly; But of his purpos he was let ful sone.
God for his manace him so sore smoot With invisible wounde, ay incurable, 3790 That in his guttes carf it so and boot (611) That his peynes weren importable. And certeinly, the wreche was resonable, For many a mannes guttes dide he peyne; But from his purpos cursed and dampnable 3795 For al his smert he wolde him nat restreyne;
But bad anon apparaillen his host, And sodeynly, er he of it was war, God daunted al his pryde and al his bost. For he so sore fil out of his char, 3800 That it his limes and his skin to-tar, (621) So that he neither mighte go ne ryde, But in a chayer men aboute him bar, Al for-brused, bothe bak and syde.
The wreche of god him smoot so cruelly 3805 That thurgh his body wikked wormes crepte; And ther-with-al he stank so horribly, That noon of al his meynee that him kepte, Whether so he wook or elles slepte, Ne mighte noght for stink of him endure. 3810 In this meschief he wayled and eek wepte, (631) And knew god lord of every creature.
To al his host and to him-self also Ful wlatsom was the stink of his careyne; No man ne mighte him bere to ne fro. 3815 And in this stink and this horrible peyne He starf ful wrecchedly in a monteyne. Thus hath this robbour and this homicyde, That many a man made to wepe and pleyne, Swich guerdon as bilongeth unto pryde. 3820
 De Alexandro.
The storie of Alisaundre is so comune, (641) That every wight that hath discrecioun Hath herd somwhat or al of his fortune. This wyde world, as in conclusioun, He wan by strengthe, or for his hye renoun 3825 They weren glad for pees un-to him sende. The pryde of man and beste he leyde adoun, Wher-so he cam, un-to the worldes ende.
Comparisoun might never yit be maked Bitwixe him and another conquerour; 3830 For al this world for drede of him hath quaked, (651) He was of knighthode and of fredom flour; Fortune him made the heir of hir honour; Save wyn and wommen, no-thing mighte aswage His hye entente in armes and labour; 3835 So was he ful of leonyn corage.
What preys were it to him, though I yow tolde Of Darius, and an hundred thousand mo, Of kinges, princes, erles, dukes bolde, Whiche he conquered, and broghte hem in-to wo? 3840 I seye, as fer as man may ryde or go, (661) The world was his, what sholde I more devyse? For though I write or tolde you evermo Of his knighthode, it mighte nat suffyse.
Twelf yeer he regned, as seith Machabee; 3845 Philippes sone of Macedoyne he was, That first was king in Grece the contree. O worthy gentil Alisaundre, allas! That ever sholde fallen swich a cas! Empoisoned of thyn owene folk thou were; 3850 Thy sys fortune hath turned into as; (671) And yit for thee ne weep she never a tere!
Who shal me yeven teres to compleyne The deeth of gentillesse and of fraunchyse, That al the world welded in his demeyne, 3855 And yit him thoughte it mighte nat suffyse? So ful was his corage of heigh empryse. Allas! who shal me helpe to endyte False fortune, and poison to despyse, The whiche two of al this wo I wyte? 3860
 De Iulio Cesare.
By wisdom, manhede, and by greet labour (681) Fro humble bed to royal magestee, Up roos he, Iulius the conquerour, That wan al thoccident by lond and see, By strengthe of hond, or elles by tretee, 3865 And un-to Rome made hem tributarie; And sitthe of Rome the emperour was he, Til that fortune wex his adversarie.
O mighty Cesar, that in Thessalye Ageyn Pompeius, fader thyn in lawe, 3870 That of thorient hadde al the chivalrye (691) As fer as that the day biginneth dawe, Thou thurgh thy knighthode hast hem take and slawe, Save fewe folk that with Pompeius fledde, Thurgh which thou puttest al thorient in awe. 3875 Thanke fortune, that so wel thee spedde!
But now a litel whyl I wol biwaille This Pompeius, this noble governour Of Rome, which that fleigh at this bataille; I seye, oon of his men, a fals traitour, 3880 His heed of smoot, to winnen him favour (701) Of Iulius, and him the heed he broghte. Allas, Pompey, of thorient conquerour, That fortune unto swich a fyn thee broghte!
To Rome ageyn repaireth Iulius 3885 With his triumphe, laureat ful hye, But on a tyme Brutus Cassius, That ever hadde of his hye estaat envye, Ful prively hath maad conspiracye Ageins this Iulius, in subtil wyse, 3890 And cast the place, in whiche he sholde dye (711) With boydekins, as I shal yow devyse.
This Iulius to the Capitolie wente Upon a day, as he was wont to goon, And in the Capitolie anon him hente 3895 This false Brutus, and his othere foon, And stikede him with boydekins anoon With many a wounde, and thus they lete him lye; But never gronte he at no strook but oon, Or elles at two, but-if his storie lye. 3900
So manly was this Iulius at herte (721) And so wel lovede estaatly honestee, That, though his deedly woundes sore smerte, His mantel over his hippes casteth he, For no man sholde seen his privitee. 3905 And, as he lay on deying in a traunce, And wiste verraily that deed was he, Of honestee yit hadde he remembraunce.
Lucan, to thee this storie I recomende, And to Sweton, and to Valerie also, 3910 That of this storie wryten word and ende, (731) How that to thise grete conqueroures two Fortune was first freend, and sithen fo. No man ne truste up-on hir favour longe, But have hir in awayt for ever-mo. 3915 Witnesse on alle thise conqueroures stronge.
 Cresus.
This riche Cresus, whylom king of Lyde, Of whiche Cresus Cyrus sore him dradde, Yit was he caught amiddes al his pryde, And to be brent men to the fyr him ladde. 3920 But swich a reyn doun fro the welkne shadde (741) That slow the fyr, and made him to escape; But to be war no grace yet he hadde, Til fortune on the galwes made him gape.
Whan he escaped was, he can nat stente 3925 For to biginne a newe werre agayn. He wende wel, for that fortune him sente Swich hap, that he escaped thurgh the rayn, That of his foos he mighte nat be slayn; And eek a sweven up-on a night he mette, 3930 Of which he was so proud and eek so fayn, (751) That in vengeaunce he al his herte sette.
Up-on a tree he was, as that him thoughte, Ther Iuppiter him wesh, bothe bak and syde, And Phebus eek a fair towaille him broughte 3935 To drye him with, and ther-for wex his pryde; And to his doghter, that stood him bisyde, Which that he knew in heigh science habounde, He bad hir telle him what it signifyde, And she his dreem bigan right thus expounde. 3940
'The tree,' quod she, 'the galwes is to mene, (761) And Iuppiter bitokneth snow and reyn, And Phebus, with his towaille so clene, Tho ben the sonne stremes for to seyn; Thou shalt anhanged be, fader, certeyn; 3945 Reyn shal thee wasshe, and sonne shal thee drye;' Thus warned she him ful plat and ful pleyn, His doughter, which that called was Phanye.
Anhanged was Cresus, the proude king, His royal trone mighte him nat availle.— 3950 Tragedie is noon other maner thing, (771) Ne can in singing crye ne biwaille, But for that fortune alwey wol assaille With unwar strook the regnes that ben proude; For when men trusteth hir, than wol she faille, 3955 And covere hir brighte face with a cloude.
 Explicit Tragedia.
Here stinteth the Knight the Monk of his Tale.
Variae Lectiones, etc.
Heading. From E.; Hn. Here bigynneth The Prologe of the Monkes tale.—E. murye.—3082. the] E. Hn. that.—3085. E. Hn. omit For.—3094. Pt. hoom; Hl. hom; Cp. Ln. home; E. Hn. omit.—3099. E. Hn. euere that I.—3110. E. Cp. Ln. hire nat; Hn. Cm. Pt. Hl. nat hire.—3114. E. Hn. myrie.—3119, 20. E. daun.—3129. E. Hn. Pt. Ln. cloistrer.—3138. E. Hn. ful many.—3147, 8. E. om. these lines; from Hn.; Hn. Cm. sklendre; Cp. Pt. sclendre (sclendere).—3151. E. paiementz.—3152. E. Hn. lussheburgh; Cp. lussheburghes; Hl. lusscheburghes.—3160. E. omits yow.—3163. Cp. Pt. Ln. for to; rest omit for.—3168. E. communely; Cm. comounly; Hn. Hl. comunly.—Heading. From E. (E. Heere).—3188. E. Pt. of; rest by.—3191. E. though; Hn. thogh.—3197. Cm. Hl. Damassene; E. Hn. Damyssene.—3206. Hl. Cp. thangel; Hn. Pt. Ln. the aungel; E. Cm. angel.—3235. E. anon; rest ynogh, ynough, ynouhe, &c.—3245. E. Hn. ciser (for sicer); Hl. siser; Cm. Pt. Ln. sythir; Cp. cyder.—3257. E. Hl. heres; rest heer, here.—3258. E. Hn. this craft; rest his craft.—3261. E. were; rest was; see l. 3328.—3271. E. Cm. a; rest hire, here.—3274. E. the; rest two.—3294. E. flessh.—3296. E. Cm. hornes two; rest two hornes.—3308. E. stide; pileer.—3310, 2. E. fressh.—3316. E. flessh.—3336. Hl. vnnethes.—3351. E. The; rest To.—E. Hn. Cm. he bothe; rest omit he.—3352. E. Hn. Cm. omit he.—3365. Wexe is the right reading, whence Cm. wexsyn, and Hl. Cp. were (for wexe); E. Hn. wax; Pt. Ln. was (for wax).—3377. E. he was; rest was he.—3384. I supply tho.—For vessels, see 3391, 3416, 3418.—3400. Hn. lente; rest sente (but see l. 3403).—3422. E. Hn. Cp. Hl. truste; Pt. trest; Ln. trust; Cm. trust to.—See B. 4214.—3425. E. om. yeven.—3435. E. as I; the rest omit as.—3437. So E. Hn. Cm.; and Cp. has the heading—De Cenobia Palymerie regina.—3441. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. ne in; E. nor in; Hn. ne; Cm. nor; (ne in = n'in).—3455. E. Hn. Cm. the; rest a. E. bussh.—3462. E. Hn. Cm. Onedake; Cp. Ln. Hl. Odenake; Pt. Odonak.—3468. E. oother lief.—3481. E. Hn. Cm. Onedake; rest Odenake.—3485. E. om. this.—E. Hn. Cm. Onedake; rest Odenake.—3492. E. though; Hn. thogh.—E. wolde; rest sholde (schulde).—3501. E. proces; rest storie.—3508. Hl. Odenakes; rest Onedakes, Odenake.—3511. E. omits that.—3512. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. had; which E. Hn. Cm. omit.—3517. So Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl.; E. Hn. Cm. Onedake.—3518. E. honde; Pt. honde; Ln. hande; rest hond.—3523. MSS. made; read maden?—3530. Cp. feeld; Hl. feld; Ln. felde; Pt. feelde; E. Hn. Cm. feeldes.—3553. MSS. Biforn, Bifore (Hl. Bifore this).—3555. E. omits as.—3560. E. shoures.—3562. Hl. wyntermyte.—3564. Hn. Cm. Ln. cost; Pt. coste; E. Cp. costes; Hl. self.—3570. E. Hn. Cm. bitraysed.—3577. E. Hn. Cm. took ay; rest ay took.—3597. E. Pyze; Hn. Pize; Cp. Pyse; Pt. Ln. Hl. Pise.—3599. E. Hn. Cm. Pize; Cp. Pyse; Pt. Ln. Hl. Pise.—3606. E. Hn. Pize; Cm. Pyze; Cp. Pyse; Pt. Ln. Hl. Pise.—3611. E. Pt. omit wel.—3616. E. Hn. spak right; Cp. Hl. saugh it; Pt. seegh it; Ln. sawe it.—3622. E. Hn. repeat fader.—3628. Ln. Hl. saue; Cp. Pt. sauf; E. Hn. but.—3632. E. Hl. dyde; Hn. Cp. deyde; see l. 3644.—3640. E. flessh.—3641. E. flessh.—E. Hn. omit vs after yaf.—3646. See note to l. 3597.—3653. E. Hn. Cm. omit as.—3654. E. in helle; rest full lowe.—3657. E. Hn. Cm. North (but read South); Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl omit!—3673, 6. E. mooder.—3682. E. noon oother.—3694. Cm. Bycause that.—3695. Hn. Cm. ay; rest omit.—[3699. Misnumbered 520 in the Aldine Edition; but corrected further on.]—3703. E. (only) omits a.—3707. E. any oother.—3711. E. Hn. was; the rest were.—3723. E. Hn. wrongly repeat l. 3731 here.—3733. E. Hn. foond.—3734. E. Hn. Cm. omit ful.—3751. E. Hn. Cm. Hl. omit he.—3753. E. Hn. Cm. adoured; Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. honoured.—3754. E. Hn. dorste; rest dar.—3777. Cm. flodys; rest floodes.—3778. E. Hn. moost.—3784. E. greithen; Hn. greithe; Cm. ordeyne.—E. Hn. chaar; Cm. char.—3797, 9. E. hoost, boost.—3801. E. lemes; Hn. Cp. Hl. lymes; Cm. lymys; Ln. limes.—3807. E. om. so; E. horriblely.—3809. E. Hn. Cm. so; Pt. Hl. that; Cp. Ln. so that.—3810. E. Hn. for; rest the.—3827. beste] Hl. bost.—3830. E. Hn. Bitwixen.—3832. E. Hn. Cm. omit was.—3834. E. man: rest thing.—3837. Cm. preys; E. Hn. pris: Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. pite.—3843. Hl. omits.—3851. E. Hn. Cm. aas; Cp. Pt. Hl. an aas; Ln. an as.—3852. E. Hn. Cm. omit yit; Hl. has right.—3861. E. Cp. Pt. Ln. omit greet.—3862. E. Hn. Cm. Hl. humble bed; Pt. Cp. Ln. humblehede.—3870. MSS. Pompeus, Pompius.—[3881. Misnumbered 700 in the Aldine edition.]—3887. So in the MSS.; observe hath in l. 3889.—3904. Cm. castyth; rest caste, cast.—3906. Cm. on deyinge; Pt. on dyinge; Ln. in deynge; E. Hn. of dyyng.—3910. Hl. Valirien; rest Valerius; ed. 1561, Valerie.—3911. The MSS. have word (for ord); see the note.—3913. E. sitthe; Hl. siththen; Hn. Cm. siththe a.—3936. Cm. Pt. Ln. wex; rest wax.—3944. E. bemes; rest stremes.—3947. Pt. Ln. Hl. she; rest omit.—3951. Cm. Tragedy is; so Cp. Pt.; Ln. Tregedrye in; E. Hn. Tragedies; Hl. Tegredis(!).—3953. Cm. Hl. for; rest omit.—[3956. Reckoned as 775 in the Aldine edition; but really 776.]—After l. 3956, E. Hn. Cm. have ll. 3565-3652.—Colophon. From E. Hn. Here is ended the Monkes tale.