# Canterbury Tales (ed. Skeat)/Man of Law

>> Skeat's notes on the Man of Lawes Tale
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The wordes of the Hoost to the companye.
Our Hoste sey wel that the brighte sonne The ark of his artificial day had ronne The fourthe part, and half an houre, and more; And though he were not depe expert in lore, He wiste it was the eightetethe day 5 Of April, that is messager to May; And sey wel that the shadwe of every tree Was as in lengthe the same quantitee That was the body erect that caused it. And therfor by the shadwe he took his wit 10 That Phebus, which that shoon so clere and brighte, Degrees was fyve and fourty clombe on highte; And for that day, as in that latitude, It was ten of the clokke, he gan conclude, And sodeynly he plighte his hors aboute. 15
 'Lordinges,' quod he, 'I warne yow, al this route, The fourthe party of this day is goon; Now, for the love of god and of seint Iohn, Leseth no tyme, as ferforth as ye may; Lordinges, the tyme wasteth night and day, 20 And steleth from us, what prively slepinge, And what thurgh necligence in our wakinge, As dooth the streem, that turneth never agayn, Descending fro the montaigne in-to playn. Wel can Senek, and many a philosophre 25 Biwailen tyme, more than gold in cofre. "For los of catel may recovered be, But los of tyme shendeth us," quod he. It wol nat come agayn, with-outen drede, Na more than wol Malkins maydenhede, 30 Whan she hath lost it in hir wantownesse; Lat us nat moulen thus in ydelnesse. Sir man of lawe,' quod he, 'so have ye blis, Tel us a tale anon, as forward is; Ye been submitted thurgh your free assent 35 To stonde in this cas at my Iugement. Acquiteth yow, and holdeth your biheste, Than have ye doon your devoir atte leste.'
 'Hoste,' quod he, 'depardieux ich assente, To breke forward is not myn entente. 40 Biheste is dette, and I wol holde fayn Al my biheste; I can no better seyn. For swich lawe as man yeveth another wight, He sholde him-selven usen it by right; Thus wol our text; but natheles certeyn 45 I can right now no thrifty tale seyn, But Chaucer, though he can but lewedly On metres and on ryming craftily, Hath seyd hem in swich English as he can Of olde tyme, as knoweth many a man. 50 And if he have not seyd hem, leve brother, In o book, he hath seyd hem in another. For he hath told of loveres up and doun Mo than Ovyde made of mencioun In his Epistelles, that been ful olde. 55 What sholde I tellen hem, sin they ben tolde? In youthe he made of Ceys and Alcion, And sithen hath he spoke of everichon, Thise noble wyves and thise loveres eke. Who-so that wol his large volume seke 60 Cleped the Seintes Legende of Cupyde, Ther may he seen the large woundes wyde Of Lucresse, and of Babilan Tisbee; The swerd of Dido for the false Enee; The tree of Phillis for hir Demophon; 65 The pleinte of Dianire and Hermion, Of Adriane and of Isiphilee; The bareyne yle stonding in the see; The dreynte Leander for his Erro; The teres of Eleyne, and eek the wo 70 Of Brixseyde, and of thee, Ladomëa; The crueltee of thee, queen Medëa, Thy litel children hanging by the hals For thy Iason, that was of love so fals! O Ypermistra, Penelopee, Alceste, 75 Your wyfhod he comendeth with the beste!
 But certeinly no word ne wryteth he Of thilke wikke ensample of Canacee, That lovede hir owne brother sinfully; Of swiche cursed stories I sey 'fy'; 80 Or elles of Tyro Apollonius, How that the cursed king Antiochus Birafte his doghter of hir maydenhede, That is so horrible a tale for to rede, Whan he hir threw up-on the pavement. 85 And therfor he, of ful avysement, Nolde never wryte in none of his sermouns Of swiche unkinde abhominaciouns, Ne I wol noon reherse, if that I may.
 But of my tale how shal I doon this day? 90 Me were looth be lykned, doutelees, To Muses that men clepe Pierides— Metamorphoseos wot what I mene:— But nathelees, I recche noght a bene Though I come after him with hawe-bake; 95 I speke in prose, and lat him rymes make.' And with that word he, with a sobre chere, Bigan his tale, as ye shal after here.
The Prologe of the Mannes Tale of Lawe.
O hateful harm! condicion of poverte! With thurst, with cold, with hunger so confounded! 100 To asken help thee shameth in thyn herte; If thou noon aske, with nede artow so wounded, That verray nede unwrappeth al thy wounde hid! Maugree thyn heed, thou most for indigence Or stele, or begge, or borwe thy despence! 105 Thou blamest Crist, and seyst ful bitterly, He misdeparteth richesse temporal; Thy neighebour thou wytest sinfully, (10) And seyst thou hast to lyte, and he hath al. 'Parfay,' seistow, 'somtyme he rekne shal, 110 Whan that his tayl shal brennen in the glede, For he noght helpeth needfulle in hir nede.' Herkne what is the sentence of the wyse:— 'Bet is to dyën than have indigence;' 'Thy selve neighebour wol thee despyse;' 115 If thou be povre, farwel thy reverence! Yet of the wyse man tak this sentence:— 'Alle the dayes of povre men ben wikke;' (20) Be war therfor, er thou come in that prikke! 'If thou be povre, thy brother hateth thee, 120 And alle thy freendes fleen fro thee, alas!' O riche marchaunts, ful of wele ben ye, O noble, o prudent folk, as in this cas! Your bagges been nat filled with ambes as, But with sis cink, than renneth for your chaunce; 125 At Cristemasse merie may ye daunce! Ye seken lond and see for your winninges, As wyse folk ye knowen al thestaat (30) Of regnes; ye ben fadres of tydinges And tales, bothe of pees and of debat. 130 I were right now of tales desolat, Nere that a marchaunt, goon is many a yere, Me taughte a tale, which that ye shal here.
Here beginneth the Man of Lawe his Tale.
In Surrie whylom dwelte a companye Of chapmen riche, and therto sadde and trewe, 135 That wyde-wher senten her spycerye, Clothes of gold, and satins riche of hewe; Her chaffar was so thrifty and so newe, (40) That every wight hath deyntee to chaffare With hem, and eek to sellen hem hir ware. 140
Now fel it, that the maistres of that sort Han shapen hem to Rome for to wende; Were it for chapmanhode or for disport, Nan other message wolde they thider sende, But comen hem-self to Rome, this is the ende; 145 And in swich place, as thoughte hem avantage For her entente, they take her herbergage.
Soiourned han thise marchants in that toun (50) A certein tyme, as fel to hir plesance. And so bifel, that thexcellent renoun 150 Of themperoures doghter, dame Custance, Reported was, with every circumstance, Un-to thise Surrien marchants in swich wyse, Fro day to day, as I shal yow devyse.
This was the commune vois of every man— 155 'Our Emperour of Rome, god him see, A doghter hath that, sin the world bigan, To rekne as wel hir goodnesse as beautee, (60) Nas never swich another as is she; I prey to god in honour hir sustene, 160 And wolde she were of al Europe the quene.
In hir is heigh beautee, with-oute pryde, Yowthe, with-oute grenehede or folye; To alle hir werkes vertu is hir gyde, Humblesse hath slayn in hir al tirannye. 165 She is mirour of alle curteisye; Hir herte is verray chambre of holinesse, Hir hand, ministre of fredom for almesse.' (70)
And al this vois was soth, as god is trewe, But now to purpos lat us turne agayn; 170 Thise marchants han doon fraught hir shippes newe, And, whan they han this blisful mayden seyn, Hoom to Surryë been they went ful fayn, And doon her nedes as they han don yore, And liven in wele; I can sey yow no more. 175
Now fel it, that thise marchants stode in grace Of him, that was the sowdan of Surrye; For whan they came from any strange place, (80) He wolde, of his benigne curteisye, Make hem good chere, and bisily espye 180 Tydings of sondry regnes, for to lere The wondres that they mighte seen or here.
Amonges othere thinges, specially Thise marchants han him told of dame Custance, So gret noblesse in ernest, ceriously, 185 That this sowdan hath caught so gret plesance To han hir figure in his remembrance, That al his lust and al his bisy cure (90) Was for to love hir whyl his lyf may dure.
Paraventure in thilke large book 190 Which that men clepe the heven, y-writen was With sterres, whan that he his birthe took, That he for love shulde han his deeth, allas! For in the sterres, clerer than is glas, Is writen, god wot, who-so coude it rede, 195 The deeth of every man, withouten drede.
In sterres, many a winter ther-biforn, Was writen the deeth of Ector, Achilles, (100) Of Pompey, Iulius, er they were born; The stryf of Thebes; and of Ercules, 200 Of Sampson, Turnus, and of Socrates The deeth; but mennes wittes been so dulle, That no wight can wel rede it atte fulle.
This sowdan for his privee conseil sente, And, shortly of this mater for to pace, 205 He hath to hem declared his entente, And seyde hem certein, 'but he mighte have grace To han Custance with-inne a litel space, (110) He nas but deed;' and charged hem, in hye, To shapen for his lyf som remedye. 210
Diverse men diverse thinges seyden; They argumenten, casten up and doun; Many a subtil resoun forth they leyden, They speken of magik and abusioun; But finally, as in conclusioun, 215 They can not seen in that non avantage, Ne in non other wey, save mariage.
Than sawe they ther-in swich difficultee (120) By wey of resoun, for to speke al playn, By-cause that ther was swich diversitee 220 Bitwene hir bothe lawes, that they sayn, They trowe 'that no cristen prince wolde fayn Wedden his child under oure lawes swete That us were taught by Mahoun our prophete.'
And he answerde, 'rather than I lese 225 Custance, I wol be cristned doutelees; I mot ben hires, I may non other chese. I prey yow holde your arguments in pees; (130) Saveth my lyf, and beeth noght recchelees To geten hir that hath my lyf in cure; 230 For in this wo I may not longe endure.'
What nedeth gretter dilatacioun? I seye, by tretis and embassadrye, And by the popes mediacioun, And al the chirche, and al the chivalrye, 235 That, in destruccioun of Maumetrye, And in encrees of Cristes lawe dere, They ben acorded, so as ye shal here; (140)
How that the sowdan and his baronage And alle his liges shulde y-cristned be, 240 And he shal han Custance in mariage, And certein gold, I noot what quantitee, And her-to founden suffisant seurtee; This same acord was sworn on eyther syde; Now, faire Custance, almighty god thee gyde! 245
Now wolde som men waiten, as I gesse, That I shulde tellen al the purveyance That themperour, of his grete noblesse, (150) Hath shapen for his doghter dame Custance. Wel may men knowe that so gret ordinance 250 May no man tellen in a litel clause As was arrayed for so heigh a cause.
Bisshopes ben shapen with hir for to wende, Lordes, ladyes, knightes of renoun, And other folk y-nowe, this is the ende; 255 And notifyed is thurgh-out the toun That every wight, with gret devocioun, Shulde preyen Crist that he this mariage (160) Receyve in gree, and spede this viage.
The day is comen of hir departinge, 260 I sey, the woful day fatal is come, That ther may be no lenger taryinge, But forthward they hem dressen, alle and some; Custance, that was with sorwe al overcome, Ful pale arist, and dresseth hir to wende; 265 For wel she seeth ther is non other ende.
Allas! what wonder is it though she wepte, That shal be sent to strange nacioun (170) Fro freendes, that so tendrely hir kepte, And to be bounden under subieccioun 270 Of oon, she knoweth not his condicioun. Housbondes been alle gode, and han ben yore, That knowen wyves, I dar say yow no more.
'Fader,' she sayde, 'thy wrecched child Custance, Thy yonge doghter, fostred up so softe, 275 And ye, my moder, my soverayn plesance Over alle thing, out-taken Crist on-lofte, Custance, your child, hir recomandeth ofte (180) Un-to your grace, for I shal to Surryë, Ne shal I never seen yow more with yë. 280
Allas! un-to the Barbre nacioun I moste anon, sin that it is your wille; But Crist, that starf for our redempcioun, So yeve me grace, his hestes to fulfille; I, wrecche womman, no fors though I spille. 285 Wommen are born to thraldom and penance, And to ben under mannes governance.'
I trowe, at Troye, whan Pirrus brak the wal (190) Or Ylion brende, at Thebes the citee, Nat Rome, for the harm thurgh Hanibal 290 That Romayns hath venquisshed tymes thre, Nas herd swich tendre weping for pitee As in the chambre was for hir departinge; Bot forth she moot, wher-so she wepe or singe.
O firste moevyng cruel firmament, 295 With thy diurnal sweigh that crowdest ay And hurlest al from Est til Occident, That naturelly wolde holde another way, (200) Thy crowding set the heven in swich array At the beginning of this fiers viage, 300 That cruel Mars hath slayn this mariage.
Infortunat ascendent tortuous, Of which the lord is helples falle, allas! Out of his angle in-to the derkest hous. O Mars, O Atazir, as in this cas! 305 O feble mone, unhappy been thy pas! Thou knittest thee ther thou art nat receyved, Ther thou were weel, fro thennes artow weyved. (210)
Imprudent emperour of Rome, allas! Was ther no philosophre in al thy toun? 310 Is no tyme bet than other in swich cas? Of viage is ther noon eleccioun, Namely to folk of heigh condicioun, Nat whan a rote is of a birthe y-knowe? Allas! we ben to lewed or to slowe. 315
To shippe is brought this woful faire mayde Solempnely, with every circumstance. 'Now Iesu Crist be with yow alle,' she sayde; (220) Ther nis namore but 'farewel! faire Custance!' She peyneth hir to make good countenance, 320 And forth I lete hir sayle in this manere, And turne I wol agayn to my matere.
The moder of the sowdan, welle of vyces, Espyëd hath hir sones pleyn entente, How he wol lete his olde sacrifyces, 325 And right anon she for hir conseil sente; And they ben come, to knowe what she mente. And when assembled was this folk in-fere, (230) She sette hir doun, and sayde as ye shal here.
'Lordes,' quod she, 'ye knowen everichon, 330 How that my sone in point is for to lete The holy lawes of our Alkaron, Yeven by goddes message Makomete. But oon avow to grete god I hete, The lyf shal rather out of my body sterte 335 Than Makometes lawe out of myn herte!
What shulde us tyden of this newe lawe But thraldom to our bodies and penance? (240) And afterward in helle to be drawe For we reneyed Mahoun our creance? 340 But, lordes, wol ye maken assurance, As I shal seyn, assenting to my lore, And I shall make us sauf for evermore?'
They sworen and assenten, every man, To live with hir and dye, and by hir stonde; 345 And everich, in the beste wyse he can, To strengthen hir shal alle his freendes fonde; And she hath this empryse y-take on honde, (250) Which ye shal heren that I shal devyse, And to hem alle she spak right in this wyse. 350
'We shul first feyne us cristendom to take, Cold water shal not greve us but a lyte; And I shal swich a feste and revel make, That, as I trowe, I shal the sowdan quyte. For though his wyf be cristned never so whyte, 355 She shal have nede to wasshe awey the rede, Thogh she a font-ful water with hir lede.'
O sowdanesse, rote of iniquitee, (260) Virago, thou Semyram the secounde, O serpent under femininitee, 360 Lyk to the serpent depe in helle y-bounde, O feyned womman, al that may confounde Vertu and innocence, thurgh thy malyce, Is bred in thee, as nest of every vyce!
O Satan, envious sin thilke day 365 That thou were chased from our heritage, Wel knowestow to wommen the olde way! Thou madest Eva bringe us in servage. (270) Thou wolt fordoon this cristen mariage. Thyn instrument so, weylawey the whyle! 370 Makestow of wommen, whan thou wolt begyle.
This sowdanesse, whom I thus blame and warie, Leet prively hir conseil goon hir way. What sholde I in this tale lenger tarie? She rydeth to the sowdan on a day, 375 And seyde him, that she wolde reneye hir lay, And cristendom of preestes handes fonge, Repenting hir she hethen was so longe, (280)
Biseching him to doon hir that honour, That she moste han the cristen men to feste; 380 'To plesen hem I wol do my labour.' The sowdan seith, 'I wol don at your heste,' And kneling thanketh hir of that requeste. So glad he was, he niste what to seye; She kiste hir sone, and hoom she gooth hir weye. 385
Explicit prima pars. Sequitur pars secunda.
Arryved ben this cristen folk to londe, In Surrie, with a greet solempne route, And hastily this sowdan sente his sonde, (290) First to his moder, and al the regne aboute, And seyde, his wyf was comen, out of doute, 390 And preyde hir for to ryde agayn the quene, The honour of his regne to sustene.
Gret was the prees, and riche was tharray Of Surriens and Romayns met y-fere; The moder of the sowdan, riche and gay, 395 Receyveth hir with al-so glad a chere As any moder mighte hir doghter dere, And to the nexte citee ther bisyde (300) A softe pas solempnely they ryde.
Noght trowe I the triumphe of Iulius, 400 Of which that Lucan maketh swich a bost, Was royaller, ne more curious Than was thassemblee of this blisful host. But this scorpioun, this wikked gost, The sowdanesse, for al hir flateringe, 405 Caste under this ful mortally to stinge.
The sowdan comth him-self sone after this So royally, that wonder is to telle, (310) And welcometh hir with alle Ioye and blis. And thus in merthe and Ioye I lete hem dwelle. 410 The fruyt of this matere is that I telle. Whan tyme cam, men thoughte it for the beste That revel stinte, and men goon to hir reste.
The tyme cam, this olde sowdanesse Ordeyned hath this feste of which I tolde, 415 And to the feste cristen folk hem dresse In general, ye! bothe yonge and olde. Here may men feste and royaltee biholde, (320) And deyntees mo than I can yow devyse, But al to dere they boughte it er they ryse. 420
O sodeyn wo! that ever art successour To worldly blisse, spreynd with bitternesse; Thende of the Ioye of our worldly labour; Wo occupieth the fyn of our gladnesse. Herke this conseil for thy sikernesse, 425 Up-on thy glade day have in thy minde The unwar wo or harm that comth bihinde.
For shortly for to tellen at o word, (330) The sowdan and the cristen everichone Ben al to-hewe and stiked at the bord, 430 But it were only dame Custance allone. This olde sowdanesse, cursed crone, Hath with hir frendes doon this cursed dede, For she hir-self wolde al the contree lede.
Ne ther was Surrien noon that was converted 435 That of the conseil of the sowdan woot, That he nas al to-hewe er he asterted. And Custance han they take anon, foot-hoot, (340) And in a shippe al sterelees, god woot, They han hir set, and bidde hir lerne sayle 440 Out of Surrye agaynward to Itayle.
A certein tresor that she thider ladde, And, sooth to sayn, vitaille gret plentee They han hir yeven, and clothes eek she hadde, And forth she sayleth in the salte see. 445 O my Custance, ful of benignitee, O emperoures yonge doghter dere, He that is lord of fortune be thy stere! (350)
She blesseth hir, and with ful pitous voys Un-to the croys of Crist thus seyde she, 450 'O clere, o welful auter, holy croys, Reed of the lambes blood full of pitee, That wesh the world fro the olde iniquitee, Me fro the feend, and fro his clawes kepe, That day that I shal drenchen in the depe. 455
Victorious tree, proteccioun of trewe, That only worthy were for to bere The king of heven with his woundes newe, (360) The whyte lamb, that hurt was with the spere, Flemer of feendes out of him and here 460 On which thy limes feithfully extenden, Me keep, and yif me might my lyf tamenden.'
Yeres and dayes fleet this creature Thurghout the see of Grece un-to the strayte Of Marrok, as it was hir aventure; 465 On many a sory meel now may she bayte; After her deeth ful often may she wayte, Er that the wilde wawes wole hir dryve (370) Un-to the place, ther she shal arryve.
Men mighten asken why she was not slayn? 470 Eek at the feste who mighte hir body save? And I answere to that demaunde agayn, Who saved Daniel in the horrible cave, Ther every wight save he, maister and knave, Was with the leoun frete er he asterte? 475 No wight but god, that he bar in his herte.
God liste to shewe his wonderful miracle In hir, for we sholde seen his mighty werkes; (380) Crist, which that is to every harm triacle, By certein menes ofte, as knowen clerkes, 480 Doth thing for certein ende that ful derk is To mannes wit, that for our ignorance Ne conne not knowe his prudent purveyance.
Now, sith she was not at the feste y-slawe, Who kepte hir fro the drenching in the see? 485 Who kepte Ionas in the fisshes mawe Til he was spouted up at Ninivee? Wel may men knowe it was no wight but he (390) That kepte peple Ebraik fro hir drenchinge, With drye feet thurgh-out the see passinge. 490
Who bad the foure spirits of tempest, That power han tanoyen land and see, 'Bothe north and south, and also west and est, Anoyeth neither see, ne land, ne tree?' Sothly, the comaundour of that was he, 495 That fro the tempest ay this womman kepte As wel whan [that] she wook as whan she slepte.
Wher mighte this womman mete and drinke have? (400) Three yeer and more how lasteth hir vitaille? Who fedde the Egipcien Marie in the cave, 500 Or in desert? no wight but Crist, sans faille. Fyve thousand folk it was as gret mervaille With loves fyve and fisshes two to fede. God sente his foison at hir grete nede.
She dryveth forth in-to our occean 505 Thurgh-out our wilde see, til, atte laste, Under an hold that nempnen I ne can, Fer in Northumberlond the wawe hir caste, (410) And in the sond hir ship stiked so faste, That thennes wolde it noght of al a tyde, 510 The wille of Crist was that she shulde abyde.
The constable of the castel doun is fare To seen this wrak, and al the ship he soghte, And fond this wery womman ful of care; He fond also the tresor that she broghte. 515 In hir langage mercy she bisoghte The lyf out of hir body for to twinne, Hir to delivere of wo that she was inne. (420)
A maner Latin corrupt was hir speche, But algates ther-by was she understonde; 520 The constable, whan him list no lenger seche, This woful womman broghte he to the londe; She kneleth doun, and thanketh goddes sonde. But what she was, she wolde no man seye, For foul ne fair, thogh that she shulde deye. 525
She seyde, she was so mased in the see That she forgat hir minde, by hir trouthe; The constable hath of hir so greet pitee, (430) And eek his wyf, that they wepen for routhe, She was so diligent, with-outen slouthe, 530 To serve and plesen everich in that place, That alle hir loven that loken on hir face.
This constable and dame Hermengild his wyf Were payens, and that contree every-where; But Hermengild lovede hir right as hir lyf, 535 And Custance hath so longe soiourned there, In orisons, with many a bitter tere, Til Iesu hath converted thurgh his grace (440) Dame Hermengild, constablesse of that place.
In al that lond no Cristen durste route, 540 Alle Cristen folk ben fled fro that contree Thurgh payens, that conquereden al aboute The plages of the North, by land and see; To Walis fled the Cristianitee Of olde Britons, dwellinge in this yle; 545 Ther was hir refut for the mene whyle.
But yet nere Cristen Britons so exyled That ther nere somme that in hir privetee (450) Honoured Crist, and hethen folk bigyled; And ny the castel swiche ther dwelten three. 550 That oon of hem was blind, and mighte nat see But it were with thilke yën of his minde, With whiche men seen, after that they ben blinde.
Bright was the sonne as in that someres day, For which the constable and his wyf also 555 And Custance han y-take the righte way Toward the see, a furlong wey or two, To pleyen and to romen to and fro; (460) And in hir walk this blinde man they mette Croked and old, with yën faste y-shette. 560
'In name of Crist,' cryde this blinde Britoun, 'Dame Hermengild, yif me my sighte agayn.' This lady wex affrayed of the soun, Lest that hir housbond, shortly for to sayn, Wolde hir for Iesu Cristes love han slayn, 565 Til Custance made hir bold, and bad hir werche The wil of Crist, as doghter of his chirche.
The constable wex abasshed of that sight, (470) And seyde, 'what amounteth al this fare?' Custance answerde, 'sire, it is Cristes might, 570 That helpeth folk out of the feendes snare.' And so ferforth she gan our lay declare, That she the constable, er that it were eve, Converted, and on Crist made him bileve.
This constable was no-thing lord of this place 575 Of which I speke, ther he Custance fond, But kepte it strongly, many wintres space, Under Alla, king of al Northumberlond, (480) That was ful wys, and worthy of his hond Agayn the Scottes, as men may wel here, 580 But turne I wol agayn to my matere.
Sathan, that ever us waiteth to bigyle, Saugh of Custance al hir perfeccioun, And caste anon how he mighte quyte hir whyle, And made a yong knight, that dwelte in that toun 585 Love hir so hote, of foul affeccioun, That verraily him thoughte he shulde spille But he of hir mighte ones have his wille. (490)
He woweth hir, but it availleth noght, She wolde do no sinne, by no weye; 590 And, for despyt, he compassed in his thoght To maken hir on shamful deth to deye. He wayteth whan the constable was aweye, And prively, up-on a night, he crepte In Hermengildes chambre whyl she slepte. 595
Wery, for-waked in her orisouns, Slepeth Custance, and Hermengild also. This knight, thurgh Sathanas temptaciouns, (500) Al softely is to the bed y-go, And kitte the throte of Hermengild a-two, 600 And leyde the blody knyf by dame Custance, And wente his wey, ther god yeve him meschance!
Sone after comth this constable hoom agayn, And eek Alla, that king was of that lond, And saugh his wyf despitously y-slayn, 605 For which ful ofte he weep and wrong his hond, And in the bed the blody knyf he fond By dame Custance; allas! what mighte she seye? (510) For verray wo hir wit was al aweye.
To king Alla was told al this meschance, 610 And eek the tyme, and where, and in what wyse That in a ship was founden dame Custance, As heer-biforn that ye han herd devyse. The kinges herte of pitee gan agryse, Whan he saugh so benigne a creature 615 Falle in disese and in misaventure.
For as the lomb toward his deeth is broght, So stant this innocent bifore the king; (520) This false knight that hath this tresoun wroght Berth hir on hond that she hath doon this thing. 620 But nathelees, ther was greet moorning Among the peple, and seyn, 'they can not gesse That she hath doon so greet a wikkednesse.
For they han seyn hir ever so vertuous, And loving Hermengild right as her lyf.' 625 Of this bar witnesse everich in that hous Save he that Hermengild slow with his knyf. This gentil king hath caught a gret motyf (530) Of this witnesse, and thoghte he wolde enquere Depper in this, a trouthe for to lere. 630
Allas! Custance! thou hast no champioun, Ne fighte canstow nought, so weylawey! But he, that starf for our redempcioun And bond Sathan (and yit lyth ther he lay) So be thy stronge champioun this day! 635 For, but-if Crist open miracle kythe, Withouten gilt thou shalt be slayn as swythe.
She sette her doun on knees, and thus she sayde, (540) 'Immortal god, that savedest Susanne Fro false blame, and thou, merciful mayde, 640 Mary I mene, doghter to Seint Anne, Bifore whos child aungeles singe Osanne, If I be giltlees of this felonye, My socour be, for elles I shal dye!'
Have ye nat seyn som tyme a pale face, 645 Among a prees, of him that hath be lad Toward his deeth, wher-as him gat no grace, And swich a colour in his face hath had, (550) Men mighte knowe his face, that was bistad, Amonges alle the faces in that route: 650 So stant Custance, and loketh hir aboute.
O quenes, livinge in prosperitee, Duchesses, and ye ladies everichone, Haveth som routhe on hir adversitee; An emperoures doghter stant allone; 655 She hath no wight to whom to make hir mone. O blood royal, that stondest in this drede, Fer ben thy freendes at thy grete nede! (560)
This Alla king hath swich compassioun, As gentil herte is fulfild of pitee, 660 That from his yën ran the water doun. 'Now hastily do fecche a book,' quod he, 'And if this knight wol sweren how that she This womman slow, yet wole we us avyse Whom that we wole that shal ben our Iustyse.' 665
A Briton book, writen with Evangyles, Was fet, and on this book he swoor anoon She gilty was, and in the mene whyles (570) A hand him smoot upon the nekke-boon, That doun he fil atones as a stoon, 670 And bothe his yën broste out of his face In sight of every body in that place.
A vois was herd in general audience, And seyde, 'thou hast desclaundred giltelees The doghter of holy chirche in hey presence; 675 Thus hastou doon, and yet holde I my pees.' Of this mervaille agast was al the prees; As mased folk they stoden everichone, (580) For drede of wreche, save Custance allone.
Greet was the drede and eek the repentance 680 Of hem that hadden wrong suspeccioun Upon this sely innocent Custance; And, for this miracle, in conclusioun, And by Custances mediacioun, The king, and many another in that place, 685 Converted was, thanked be Cristes grace!
This false knight was slayn for his untrouthe By Iugement of Alla hastifly; (590) And yet Custance hadde of his deeth gret routhe. And after this Iesus, of his mercy, 690 Made Alla wedden ful solempnely This holy mayden, that is so bright and shene, And thus hath Crist y-maad Custance a quene.
But who was woful, if I shal nat lye, Of this wedding but Donegild, and na mo, 695 The kinges moder, ful of tirannye? Hir thoughte hir cursed herte brast a-two; She wolde noght hir sone had do so; (600) Hir thoughte a despit, that he sholde take So strange a creature un-to his make. 700
Me list nat of the chaf nor of the stree Maken so long a tale, as of the corn. What sholde I tellen of the royaltee At mariage, or which cours gooth biforn, Who bloweth in a trompe or in an horn? 705 The fruit of every tale is for to seye; They ete, and drinke, and daunce, and singe, and pleye.
They goon to bedde, as it was skile and right; (610) For, thogh that wyves been ful holy thinges, They moste take in pacience at night 710 Swich maner necessaries as been plesinges To folk that han y-wedded hem with ringes, And leye a lyte hir holinesse asyde As for the tyme; it may no bet bityde.
On hir he gat a knave-child anoon, 715 And to a bishop and his constable eke He took his wyf to kepe, whan he is goon To Scotland-ward, his fo-men for to seke; (620) Now faire Custance, that is so humble and meke, So longe is goon with childe, til that stille 720 She halt hir chambre, abyding Cristes wille.
The tyme is come, a knave-child she ber; Mauricius at the font-stoon they him calle; This Constable dooth forth come a messager, And wroot un-to his king, that cleped was Alle, 725 How that this blisful tyding is bifalle, And othere tydings speedful for to seye; He takth the lettre, and forth he gooth his weye. (630)
This messager, to doon his avantage, Un-to the kinges moder rydeth swythe, 730 And salueth hir ful faire in his langage, 'Madame,' quod he, 'ye may be glad and blythe, And thanke god an hundred thousand sythe; My lady quene hath child, with-outen doute, To Ioye and blisse of al this regne aboute. 735
Lo, heer the lettres seled of this thing, That I mot bere with al the haste I may; If ye wol aught un-to your sone the king, (640) I am your servant, bothe night and day.' Donegild answerde, 'as now at this tyme, nay; 740 But heer al night I wol thou take thy reste, Tomorwe wol I seye thee what me leste.'
This messager drank sadly ale and wyn, And stolen were his lettres prively Out of his box, whyl he sleep as a swyn; 745 And countrefeted was ful subtilly Another lettre, wroght ful sinfully, Un-to the king direct of this matere (650) Fro his constable, as ye shul after here.
The lettre spak, 'the queen delivered was 750 Of so horrible a feendly creature, That in the castel noon so hardy was That any whyle dorste ther endure. The moder was an elf, by aventure Y-come, by charmes or by sorcerye, 755 And every wight hateth hir companye.'
Wo was this king whan he this lettre had seyn, But to no wighte he tolde his sorwes sore, (660) But of his owene honde he wroot ageyn, 'Welcome the sonde of Crist for evermore 760 To me, that am now lerned in his lore; Lord, welcome be thy lust and thy plesaunce, My lust I putte al in thyn ordinaunce!
Kepeth this child, al be it foul or fair, And eek my wyf, un-to myn hoom-cominge; 765 Crist, whan him list, may sende me an heir More agreable than this to my lykinge.' This lettre he seleth, prively wepinge, (670) Which to the messager was take sone, And forth he gooth; ther is na more to done. 770
O messager, fulfild of dronkenesse, Strong is thy breeth, thy limes faltren ay, And thou biwreyest alle secreenesse. Thy mind is lorn, thou Ianglest as a Iay, Thy face is turned in a newe array! 775 Ther dronkenesse regneth in any route, Ther is no conseil hid, with-outen doute.
O Donegild, I ne have noon English digne (680) Un-to thy malice and thy tirannye! And therfor to the feend I thee resigne, 780 Let him endyten of thy traitorye! Fy, mannish, fy! o nay, by god, I lye, Fy, feendly spirit, for I dar wel telle, Though thou heer walke, thy spirit is in helle!
This messager comth fro the king agayn, 785 And at the kinges modres court he lighte, And she was of this messager ful fayn, And plesed him in al that ever she mighte. (690) He drank, and wel his girdel underpighte. He slepeth, and he snoreth in his gyse 790 Al night, un-til the sonne gan aryse.
Eft were his lettres stolen everichon And countrefeted lettres in this wyse; 'The king comandeth his constable anon, Up peyne of hanging, and on heigh Iu:yse, 795 That he ne sholde suffren in no wyse Custance in-with his regne for tabyde Thre dayes and a quarter of a tyde; (700)
But in the same ship as he hir fond, Hir and hir yonge sone, and al hir gere, 800 He sholde putte, and croude hir fro the lond, And charge hir that she never eft come there.' O my Custance, wel may thy goost have fere And sleping in thy dreem been in penance, When Donegild caste al this ordinance! 805
This messager on morwe, whan he wook, Un-to the castel halt the nexte wey, And to the constable he the lettre took; (710) And whan that he this pitous lettre sey, Ful ofte he seyde 'allas!' and 'weylawey!' 810 'Lord Crist,' quod he, 'how may this world endure? So ful of sinne is many a creature!
O mighty god, if that it be thy wille, Sith thou art rightful Iuge, how may it be That thou wolt suffren innocents to spille, 815 And wikked folk regne in prosperitee? O good Custance, allas! so wo is me That I mot be thy tormentour, or deye (720) On shames deeth; ther is noon other weye!'
Wepen bothe yonge and olde in al that place, 820 Whan that the king this cursed lettre sente, And Custance, with a deedly pale face, The ferthe day toward hir ship she wente. But natheles she taketh in good entente The wille of Crist, and, kneling on the stronde, 825 She seyde, 'lord! ay wel-com be thy sonde!
He that me kepte fro the false blame Whyl I was on the londe amonges yow, (730) He can me kepe from harme and eek fro shame In salte see, al-thogh I se nat how. 830 As strong as ever he was, he is yet now. In him triste I, and in his moder dere, That is to me my seyl and eek my stere.'
Hir litel child lay weping in hir arm, And kneling, pitously to him she seyde, 835 'Pees, litel sone, I wol do thee non harm.' With that hir kerchef of hir heed she breyde, And over his litel yën she it leyde; (740) And in hir arm she lulleth it ful faste, And in-to heven hir yën up she caste. 840
'Moder,' quod she, 'and mayde bright, Marye, Sooth is that thurgh wommannes eggement Mankind was lorn and damned ay to dye, For which thy child was on a croys y-rent; Thy blisful yën sawe al his torment; 845 Than is ther no comparisoun bitwene Thy wo and any wo man may sustene.
Thou sawe thy child y-slayn bifor thyn yën, (750) And yet now liveth my litel child, parfay! Now, lady bright, to whom alle woful cryën, 850 Thou glorie of wommanhede, thou faire may, Thou haven of refut, brighte sterre of day, Rewe on my child, that of thy gentillesse Rewest on every rewful in distresse!
O litel child, allas! what is thy gilt, 855 That never wroughtest sinne as yet, pardee, Why wil thyn harde fader han thee spilt? O mercy, dere Constable!' quod she; (760) 'As lat my litel child dwelle heer with thee; And if thou darst not saven him, for blame, 860 So kis him ones in his fadres name!'
Ther-with she loketh bakward to the londe, And seyde, 'far-wel, housbond routhelees!' And up she rist, and walketh doun the stronde Toward the ship; hir folweth al the prees, 865 And ever she preyeth hir child to holde his pees; And taketh hir leve, and with an holy entente She blesseth hir; and in-to ship she wente. (770)
Vitailled was the ship, it is no drede, Habundantly for hir, ful longe space, 870 And other necessaries that sholde nede She hadde y-nogh, heried be goddes grace! For wind and weder almighty god purchace, And bringe hir hoom! I can no bettre seye; But in the see she dryveth forth hir weye. 875
Explicit secunda pars. Sequitur pars tercia.
Alla the king comth hoom, sone after this, Unto his castel of the which I tolde, And axeth wher his wyf and his child is. (780) The constable gan aboute his herte colde, And pleynly al the maner he him tolde 880 As ye han herd, I can telle it no bettre, And sheweth the king his seel and [eek] his lettre,
And seyde, 'lord, as ye comaunded me Up peyne of deeth, so have I doon, certein.' This messager tormented was til he 885 Moste biknowe and tellen, plat and plein, Fro night to night, in what place he had leyn. And thus, by wit and subtil enqueringe, (790) Ymagined was by whom this harm gan springe.
The hand was knowe that the lettre wroot, 890 And al the venim of this cursed dede, But in what wyse, certeinly I noot. Theffect is this, that Alla, out of drede, His moder slow, that men may pleinly rede, For that she traitour was to hir ligeaunce. 895 Thus endeth olde Donegild with meschaunce.
The sorwe that this Alla, night and day, Maketh for his wyf and for his child also, (800) Ther is no tonge that it telle may. But now wol I un-to Custance go, 900 That fleteth in the see, in peyne and wo, Fyve yeer and more, as lyked Cristes sonde, Er that hir ship approched un-to londe.
Under an hethen castel, atte laste, Of which the name in my text noght I finde, 905 Custance and eek hir child the see up-caste. Almighty god, that saveth al mankinde, Have on Custance and on hir child som minde, (810) That fallen is in hethen land eft-sone, In point to spille, as I shal telle yow sone. 910
Doun from the castel comth ther many a wight To gauren on this ship and on Custance. But shortly, from the castel, on a night, The lordes styward—god yeve him meschaunce!— A theef, that had reneyed our creaunce, 915 Com in-to ship allone, and seyde he sholde Hir lemman be, wher-so she wolde or nolde.
Wo was this wrecched womman tho bigon, (820) Hir child cryde, and she cryde pitously; But blisful Marie heelp hir right anon; 920 For with hir strugling wel and mightily The theef fil over bord al sodeinly, And in the see he dreynte for vengeance; And thus hath Crist unwemmed kept Custance.
O foule lust of luxurie! lo, thyn ende! Auctor.  925 Nat only that thou feyntest mannes minde, But verraily thou wolt his body shende; Thende of thy werk or of thy lustes blinde (830) Is compleyning, how many-oon may men finde That noght for werk som-tyme, but for thentente 930 To doon this sinne, ben outher sleyn or shente!
How may this wayke womman han this strengthe Hir to defende agayn this renegat? O Golias, unmesurable of lengthe, How mighte David make thee so mat, 935 So yong and of armure so desolat? How dorste he loke up-on thy dredful face? Wel may men seen, it nas but goddes grace! (840)
Who yaf Iudith corage or hardinesse To sleen him, Olofernus, in his tente, 940 And to deliveren out of wrecchednesse The peple of god? I seye, for this entente, That, right as god spirit of vigour sente To hem, and saved hem out of meschance, So sente he might and vigour to Custance. 945
Forth goth hir ship thurgh-out the narwe mouth Of Iubaltar and Septe, dryving ay, Som-tyme West, som-tyme North and South, (850) And som-tyme Est, ful many a wery day, Til Cristes moder (blessed be she ay!) 950 Hath shapen, thurgh hir endelees goodnesse, To make an ende of al hir hevinesse.
Now lat us stinte of Custance but a throwe, And speke we of the Romain Emperour, That out of Surrie hath by lettres knowe 955 The slaughtre of cristen folk, and dishonour Don to his doghter by a fals traitour, I mene the cursed wikked sowdanesse, (860) That at the feste leet sleen both more and lesse.
For which this emperour hath sent anoon 960 His senatour, with royal ordinance, And othere lordes, got wot, many oon, On Surriens to taken heigh vengeance. They brennen, sleen, and bringe hem to meschance Ful many a day; but shortly, this is thende, 965 Homward to Rome they shapen hem to wende.
This senatour repaireth with victorie To Rome-ward, sayling ful royally, (870) And mette the ship dryving, as seith the storie, In which Custance sit ful pitously. 970 No-thing ne knew he what she was, ne why She was in swich array; ne she nil seye Of hir estaat, althogh she sholde deye.
He bringeth hir to Rome, and to his wyf He yaf hir, and hir yonge sone also; 975 And with the senatour she ladde her lyf. Thus can our lady bringen out of wo Woful Custance, and many another mo. (880) And longe tyme dwelled she in that place, In holy werkes ever, as was hir grace. 980
The senatoures wyf hir aunte was, But for al that she knew hir never the more; I wol no lenger tarien in this cas, But to king Alla, which I spak of yore, That for his wyf wepeth and syketh sore, 985 I wol retourne, and lete I wol Custance Under the senatoures governance.
King Alla, which that hadde his moder slayn, (890) Upon a day fil in swich repentance, That, if I shortly tellen shal and plain, 990 To Rome he comth, to receyven his penance; And putte him in the popes ordinance In heigh and low, and Iesu Crist bisoghte Foryeve his wikked werkes that he wroghte.
The fame anon thurgh Rome toun is born, 995 How Alla king shal come in pilgrimage, By herbergeours that wenten him biforn; For which the senatour, as was usage, (900) Rood him ageyn, and many of his linage, As wel to shewen his heighe magnificence 1000 As to don any king a reverence.
Greet chere dooth this noble senatour To king Alla, and he to him also; Everich of hem doth other greet honour; And so bifel that, in a day or two, 1005 This senatour is to king Alla go To feste, and shortly, if I shal nat lye, Custances sone wente in his companye. (910)
Som men wolde seyn, at requeste of Custance, This senatour hath lad this child to feste; 1010 I may nat tellen every circumstance, Be as be may, ther was he at the leste. But soth is this, that, at his modres heste, Biforn Alla, during the metes space, The child stood, loking in the kinges face. 1015
This Alla king hath of this child greet wonder, And to the senatour he seyde anon, 'Whos is that faire child that stondeth yonder?' (920) 'I noot,' quod he, 'by god, and by seint Iohn! A moder he hath, but fader hath he non 1020 That I of woot'—but shortly, in a stounde, He tolde Alla how that this child was founde.
'But god wot,' quod this senatour also, 'So vertuous a livere in my lyf, Ne saugh I never as she, ne herde of mo 1025 Of worldly wommen, mayden, nor of wyf; I dar wel seyn hir hadde lever a knyf Thurgh-out her breste, than been a womman wikke; (930) Ther is no man coude bringe hir to that prikke.'
Now was this child as lyk un-to Custance 1030 As possible is a creature to be. This Alla hath the face in remembrance Of dame Custance, and ther-on mused he If that the childes moder were aught she That was his wyf, and prively he sighte, 1035 And spedde him fro the table that he mighte.
'Parfay,' thoghte he, 'fantome is in myn heed! I oghte deme, of skilful Iugement, (940) That in the salte see my wyf is deed.' And afterward he made his argument— 1040 'What woot I, if that Crist have hider y-sent My wyf by see, as wel as he hir sente To my contree fro thennes that she wente?'
And, after noon, hoom with the senatour Goth Alla, for to seen this wonder chaunce. 1045 This senatour dooth Alla greet honour, And hastifly he sente after Custaunce. But trusteth weel, hir liste nat to daunce (950) Whan that she wiste wherefor was that sonde. Unnethe up-on hir feet she mighte stonde. 1050
When Alla saugh his wyf, faire he hir grette, And weep, that it was routhe for to see. For at the firste look he on hir sette He knew wel verraily that it was she. And she for sorwe as domb stant as a tree; 1055 So was hir herte shet in hir distresse Whan she remembred his unkindenesse.
Twyës she swowned in his owne sighte; (960) He weep, and him excuseth pitously:— 'Now god,' quod he, 'and alle his halwes brighte 1060 So wisly on my soule as have mercy, That of your harm as giltelees am I As is Maurice my sone so lyk your face; Elles the feend me fecche out of this place!'
Long was the sobbing and the bitter peyne 1065 Er that hir woful hertes mighte cesse; Greet was the pitee for to here hem pleyne, Thurgh whiche pleintes gan hir wo encresse. (970) I prey yow al my labour to relesse; I may nat telle hir wo un-til tomorwe, 1070 I am so wery for to speke of sorwe.
But fynally, when that the sooth is wist That Alla giltelees was of hir wo, I trowe an hundred tymes been they kist, And swich a blisse is ther bitwix hem two 1075 That, save the Ioye that lasteth evermo, Ther is non lyk, that any creature Hath seyn or shal, whyl that the world may dure. (980)
Tho preyde she hir housbond mekely, In relief of hir longe pitous pyne, 1080 That he wold preye hir fader specially That, of his magestee, he wolde enclyne To vouche-sauf som day with him to dyne; She preyde him eek, he sholde by no weye Un-to hir fader no word of hir seye. 1085
Som men wold seyn, how that the child Maurice Doth this message un-to this emperour; But, as I gesse, Alla was nat so nyce (990) To him, that was of so sovereyn honour As he that is of cristen folk the flour, 1090 Sente any child, but it is bet to deme He wente him-self, and so it may wel seme.
This emperour hath graunted gentilly To come to diner, as he him bisoghte; And wel rede I, he loked bisily 1095 Up-on this child, and on his doghter thoghte. Alla goth to his in, and, as him oghte, Arrayed for this feste in every wyse (1000) As ferforth as his conning may suffyse.
The morwe cam, and Alla gan him dresse, 1100 And eek his wyf, this emperour to mete; And forth they ryde in Ioye and in gladnesse. And whan she saugh hir fader in the strete, She lighte doun, and falleth him to fete. 'Fader,' quod she, 'your yonge child Custance 1105 Is now ful clene out of your remembrance.
I am your doghter Custance,' quod she, 'That whylom ye han sent un-to Surrye. (1010) It am I, fader, that in the salte see Was put allone and dampned for to dye. 1110 Now, gode fader, mercy I yow crye, Send me namore un-to non hethenesse, But thonketh my lord heer of his kindenesse.'
Who can the pitous Ioye tellen al Bitwix hem three, sin they ben thus y-mette? 1115 But of my tale make an ende I shal; The day goth faste, I wol no lenger lette. This glade folk to diner they hem sette; (1020) In Ioye and blisse at mete I lete hem dwelle A thousand fold wel more than I can telle. 1120
This child Maurice was sithen emperour Maad by the pope, and lived cristenly. To Cristes chirche he dide greet honour; But I lete al his storie passen by, Of Custance is my tale specially. 1125 In olde Romayn gestes may men finde Maurices lyf; I bere it noght in minde.
This king Alla, whan he his tyme sey, (1030) With his Custance, his holy wyf so swete, To Engelond been they come the righte wey, 1130 Wher-as they live in Ioye and in quiete. But litel whyl it lasteth, I yow hete, Ioye of this world, for tyme wol nat abyde; Fro day to night it changeth as the tyde.
Who lived ever in swich delyt o day 1135 That him ne moeved outher conscience, Or ire, or talent, or som kin affray, Envye, or pryde, or passion, or offence? (1040) I ne seye but for this ende this sentence, That litel whyl in Ioye or in plesance 1140 Lasteth the blisse of Alla with Custance.
For deeth, that taketh of heigh and low his rente, When passed was a yeer, even as I gesse, Out of this world this king Alla he hente, For whom Custance hath ful gret hevinesse. 1145 Now lat us preyen god his soule blesse! And dame Custance; fynally to seye, Towards the toun of Rome gooth hir weye. (1050)
To Rome is come this holy creature, And fyndeth ther hir frendes hole and sounde: 1150 Now is she scaped al hir aventure; And whan that she hir fader hath y-founde, Doun on hir kneës falleth she to grounde; Weping for tendrenesse in herte blythe, She herieth god an hundred thousand sythe. 1155
In vertu and in holy almes-dede They liven alle, and never a-sonder wende; Til deeth departed hem, this lyf they lede. (1060) And fareth now weel, my tale is at an ende. Now Iesu Crist, that of his might may sende 1160 Ioye after wo, governe us in his grace, And kepe us alle that ben in this place! Amen.
Here endeth the Tale of the Man of Lawe; and next folweth the Shipmannes Prolog.
Variae Lectiones, etc.
1. Hl. Hoste; Ln. oste; rest hoost (oost).—On sey, see note.—2. E. Hn. Hl. hath; rest had.—4. Cm. wanting; Cp. Pt. Ln. expert; E. Hn. ystert; Hl. om.—5. Hn. xviijthe; Cp. xviije; Pt. Ln. xviij; E. eighte and twentithe; Hl. threttenthe.—14. Cm. Pt. Hl. of the; E. Hn. at the; Cp. atte; Ln. att.—37. Hl. and holdeth; rest now of (badly).—38. E. do.—43. Cm. man; rest a man.—45. E. wole; Hn. wol.—47. MS. Camb. Dd. 4. 24 has But; rest That; see note.—55. Hl. Cm. Epistelles; E. Hn. Cp. Epistles.—56. E. Hn. telle; rest tellen.—64. Hl. sorwe; rest swerd.—66. E. Cm. Hl. Diane; Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. Dianire, or Dyanyre.—69. E. Hn. Ln. Leandre.—70. E. omits eek.—71. E. omits of.—72. Cp. Hl. queen; rest quene.—74. E. Cm. in; rest of.—75. E. Hn. Cm. Penolopee.—76. E. wifhede.—95. Hn. Cp. Pt. Hl. hawe bake; E. hawebake; Cm. aw bake; Ln. halve bake.—102. So Hn.; Cp. Pt. art þou so; Ln. þou art so; Hl. so art thou; but E. so soore artow ywoundid.—109. E. Hn. lite; rest litel.—118. E. om. the.—119. E. Hn. Hl. to; Cp. Pt. Ln. in.—124. E. fild.—150. E. And; rest But.—153. E. swich a wyse; the rest omit a.—212. Hl. Cp. argumentes.—220. Cm. om. that.—255. E. ynough; Hn. Cp. Hl. ynowe; Cm. Ln. Inowe.—282. E. goon; rest anon.—283. E. sauacioun; rest redempcioun.—289. Cm. at; rest om. (Or means ere, and brende is intransitive.)—290. E. Hn. Cm. Nat (for Ne at); Hl. Ne at.—306. E. Hn. Cp. fieble.—316. E. come; rest brought.—330. E. she seyde; rest quod she.—333. Cp. Pt. Ln. messager; Hl. messanger; see note.—385. E. hoome; Hn. Cm. hom.—402. E. or; rest ne.—E. curius.—411. E. Cm. Cp. matiere; Hn. Pt. matere.—413. E. The; rest That.—418. E. bihold.—423. So Cm.; rest The ende.—428. E. soothly; rest shortly.—432. Pt. Hl. this cursed; rest omit this.—435. E. omits ther.—440. Hn. Cm. bidde; Cp. Pt. bidden; Ln. beden; E. biddeth; Hl. bad.—442. E. with hire; rest thider.—451. E. woful; rest welful, wilful, weleful.—453. E. wesshe; Cm. wesch; Pt. wessh.—462. Cm. Ln. kep; Hn. Pt. Hl. kepe; Cp. keepe; E. helpe.—463. E. fleteth; but Hn. Cp. Pt. fleet.—469. Read placë; Hl. alone inserts as after ther.—473. Hl. thorrible.—489. Pt. Ln. om. hir.—497. I insert that; Hl. awok.—531. MSS. plese.—532. E. Cm. in; rest on.—536. soiourned] Hl. herberwed.—553. E. whan; rest after.—561. E. olde; Hl. old; rest blynde, blynd.—574. Hl. Cm. Conuerted; rest Conuerteth. —E. maketh; Ln. maad; rest made.—598. E. Hn. Sathans; Hl. Satanas; but Sathanas in Cp. Pt. Ln.—606. E. Hn. weep; Cm. Cp. Pt. wepte; Hl. wept.—E. wroong.—620. So in E.; rest Bereth.—621. All moorning (mornyng); Tyrwhitt has murmuring; see note.—626. E. baar.—638. E. sit; Hn. Cm. Pt. sette; Hl. set.—644. E. or; rest for.—647. gat] Cp. get; Pt. gete; Hl. geyneth.—654. E. Ln. om. ye.—701. Cm. nor; E. or; rest ne.—704. E. Hn. mariages; Ln. þe mariage; rest mariage; Hl. Of mariage.—705. a] E. the; Hn. Pt. omit.—728. Hn. tath; Cm. taath; rest taketh.—733. Cp. Hl. thanke; E. Hn. thanketh; Cm. thankede; Pt. Ln. thonketh.—735. E. Cm. to; rest of.—740. Hl. om. at.—750. MSS. queene, queen.—755. E. Hn. Cm. Y-comen.—756. E. Hn. om. wight; Hl. man.—791. Hl. vn-to; Pt. to; rest til; but vn-til (as in Tyrwhitt) seems better.—795. So E. Hn.; Cm. and heigh; Cp. on a heih; Pt. on an high; Hl. of an heigh; Ln. or an hihe.—797. regne] E. Reawme.—819. shames] Hl. schamful.—823. E. Ln. the; rest hir.—837. Ln. Hl. kerchef; Pt. keerchef; E. Hn. couerchief; Cm. couerchif; Cp. couerchef.—E. Hn. Cm. ouer (wrongly); rest of.—849. E. Ln. om. litel; rest have it.—861. E. Yet; rest So.—862. E. Ln. Hl. looked; rest looketh, loketh.—868. Hn. Pt. Hl. blesseth; Cm. Cp. Ln. blisseth; E. blissed.—882. The word eek seems wanted; but is not in the MSS.—903. So Hn. Cp. Pt. Hl.; E. Ln. vn-to the; Cm. to the.—907. E. saued; rest saueth.—916. E. Cm. in-to the; rest omit the.—920. E. Hn. heelp; Hl. hilp; Cm. Cp. halp; Pt. halpe; Ln. helped.—938. E. Hl. nas; Ln. is; the rest was.—940. E. Oloferne; Hl. Olefernes; the rest Olofernus, Olefernus, or Olesphernus; see note.—947. E. alway; rest ay. (The latter is better, but recurs in l. 950.)—948. All but Hl. ins. and after West.—971. E. Cm. om. ne before knew; the rest have it.—973. Hl. although; Pt. though that; rest thogh, though, thow.—985. E. puts wepeth after That.—995. E. thurgh out the toun; rest thurgh Rome toun.—996. E. Hn. Cp. Pt. comen.—999. E. Hn. agayns.—1026. Hl. Cm. Ln. mayden; rest mayde. Cm. nor; Hl. Ln. or; rest ne.—1041. E. haue; rest hath.—E. ysent; Cm. I-sent; rest sent.—1047. E. Pt. hastifly; rest hastily, hastely.—1060. Hl. alle; which the rest omit.—1074. Hl. they ben.—1084. E. wolde; rest sholde.—1107. So in all the MSS.; to be read as Cústancë (three syllables).—1126. E. Hn. Cm. In the; rest om. the.—1137. E. som kynnes; Cm. sumkenys; Hl. som maner; Hn. Cp. Pt. som kyn; Ln. sumkin.—1146. E. praye to; Hl. pray that; rest preyen, prayen, preien, or preyne.—1150. Hl. And fynt hir freendes ther bothe hool and sound. The rest omit ther.—*** For l. 5583 in Tyrwhitt's Text, see Group D, l. 1.—Colophon. The latter part is from MS. Arch. Selden B. 14. Many MSS. have The prolog of the squyers tale, or the prolog of the Squier. The Petworth MS. and some others have here an ill-written and spurious Prologue to the Shipman's Tale, which is here subjoined: