# Canterbury Tales (ed. Skeat)/Wife of Bath

>> Skeat's notes on the Tale of the Wyf of Bath
The Prologe of the Wyves Tale of Bathe.
'Experience, though noon auctoritee Were in this world, were right y-nough to me To speke of wo that is in mariage; For, lordinges, sith I twelf yeer was of age, Thonked be god that is eterne on lyve, 5 Housbondes at chirche-dore I have had fyve; For I so ofte have y-wedded be; And alle were worthy men in hir degree. But me was told certeyn, nat longe agon is, That sith that Crist ne wente never but onis 10 To wedding in the Cane of Galilee, That by the same ensample taughte he me That I ne sholde wedded be but ones. Herke eek, lo! which a sharp word for the nones Besyde a welle Iesus, god and man, 15 Spak in repreve of the Samaritan: "Thou hast y-had fyve housbondes," quod he, "And thilke man, the which that hath now thee, Is noght thyn housbond;" thus seyde he certeyn; What that he mente ther-by, I can nat seyn; 20 But that I axe, why that the fifthe man Was noon housbond to the Samaritan? How manye mighte she have in mariage? Yet herde I never tellen in myn age Upon this nombre diffinicioun; 25 Men may devyne and glosen up and doun. But wel I woot expres, with-oute lye, God bad us for to wexe and multiplye; That gentil text can I wel understonde. Eek wel I woot he seyde, myn housbonde 30 Sholde lete fader and moder, and take me; But of no nombre mencioun made he, Of bigamye or of octogamye; Why sholde men speke of it vileinye?
Lo, here the wyse king, dan Salomon; 35 I trowe he hadde wyves mo than oon; As, wolde god, it leveful were to me To be refresshed half so ofte as he! Which yifte of god hadde he for alle his wyvis! No man hath swich, that in this world alyve is. 40 God woot, this noble king, as to my wit, The firste night had many a mery fit With ech of hem, so wel was him on lyve! Blessed be god that I have wedded fyve! Welcome the sixte, whan that ever he shal. 45 For sothe, I wol nat kepe me chast in al; Whan myn housbond is fro the world y-gon, Som Cristen man shal wedde me anon; For thanne thapostle seith, that I am free To wedde, a goddes half, wher it lyketh me. 50 He seith that to be wedded is no sinne; Bet is to be wedded than to brinne. What rekketh me, thogh folk seye vileinye Of shrewed Lameth and his bigamye? I woot wel Abraham was an holy man, 55 And Iacob eek, as ferforth as I can; And ech of hem hadde wyves mo than two; And many another holy man also. Whan saugh ye ever, in any maner age, That hye god defended mariage 60 By expres word? I pray you, telleth me; Or wher comanded he virginitee? I woot as wel as ye, it is no drede, Thapostel, whan he speketh of maydenhede; He seyde, that precept ther-of hadde he noon. 65 Men may conseille a womman to been oon, But conseilling is no comandement; He putte it in our owene Iugement. For hadde god comanded maydenhede, Thanne hadde he dampned wedding with the dede; 70 And certes, if ther were no seed y-sowe, Virginitee, wher-of than sholde it growe? Poul dorste nat comanden atte leste A thing of which his maister yaf noon heste. The dart is set up for virginitee; 75 Cacche who so may, who renneth best lat see.
 But this word is nat take of every wight, But ther as god list give it of his might. I woot wel, that thapostel was a mayde; But natheless, thogh that he wroot and sayde, 80 He wolde that every wight were swich as he, Al nis but conseil to virginitee; And for to been a wyf, he yaf me leve Of indulgence; so it is no repreve To wedde me, if that my make dye, 85 With-oute excepcioun of bigamye. Al were it good no womman for to touche, He mente as in his bed or in his couche; For peril is bothe fyr and tow tassemble; Ye knowe what this ensample may resemble. 90 This is al and som, he heeld virginitee More parfit than wedding in freletee. Freeltee clepe I, but-if that he and she Wolde leden al hir lyf in chastitee.
 I graunte it wel, I have noon envye, 95 Thogh maydenhede preferre bigamye; Hem lyketh to be clene, body and goost, Of myn estaat I nil nat make no boost. For wel ye knowe, a lord in his houshold, He hath nat every vessel al of gold; 100 Somme been of tree, and doon hir lord servyse. God clepeth folk to him in sondry wyse, And everich hath of god a propre yifte, Som this, som that,—as him lyketh shifte.
 Virginitee is greet perfeccioun, 105 And continence eek with devocioun. But Crist, that of perfeccioun is welle, Bad nat every wight he shold go selle All that he hadde, and give it to the pore, And in swich wyse folwe hime and his fore. 110 He spak to hem that wolde live parfitly; And lordinges, by your leve, that am nat I. I wol bistowe the flour of al myn age In the actes and in fruit of mariage.
 Telle me also, to what conclusioun 115 Were membres maad of generacioun, And for what profit was a wight y-wroght? Trusteth right wel, they wer nat maad for noght. Glose who-so wole, and seye bothe up and doun, That they were maked for purgacioun Of urine, and our bothe thinges smale Were eek to knowe a femele from a male, And for noone other cause: sey ye no? The experience woot wel it is noght so; So that the clerkes be nat with me wrothe, 125 I sey this, that they maked been for bothe, This is to seye, for office, and for ese Of engendrure, ther we nat god displese. Why sholde men elles in hir bokes sette, That man shal yelde to his wyf hir dette? 130 Now wher-with sholde he make his payement, If he ne used his sely instrument? Than were they maad up-on a creature, To purge uryne, and eek for engendrure.
 But I seye noght that every wight is holde, 135 That hath swich harneys as I to yow tolde, To goon and usen hem in engendrure; Than sholde men take of chastitee no cure. Crist was a mayde, and shapen as a man, And many a seint, sith that the world bigan, 140 Yet lived they ever in parfit chastitee. I nil envye no virginitee; Lat hem be breed of pured whete-seed, And lat us wyves hoten barly-breed; And yet with barly-breed, Mark telle can, 145 Our lord Iesu refresshed many a man. In swich estaat as god hath cleped us I wol persevere, I nam nat precious. In wyfhode I wol use myn instrument As frely as my maker hath it sent. 150 If I be daungerous, god yeve me sorwe! Myn housbond shal it have bothe eve and morwe, Whan that him list com forth and paye his dette. An housbonde I wol have, I nil nat lette, Which shal be bothe my dettour and my thral, 155 And have his tribulacioun with-al Up-on his flessh, whyl that I am his wyf. I have the power duringe al my lyf Up-on his propre body, and noght he. Right thus the apostel tolde it un-to me; 160 And bad our housbondes for to love us weel. Al this sentence me lyketh every-deel'—
Up sterte the Pardoner, and that anon, 'Now dame,' quod he, 'by god and by seint Iohn, Ye been a noble prechour in this cas! 165 I was aboute to wedde a wyf; allas! What sholde I bye it on my flesh so dere? Yet hadde I lever wedde no wyf to-yere!'
 'Abyde!' quod she, 'my tale is nat bigonne; Nay, thou shalt drinken of another tonne 170 Er that I go, shal savoure wors than ale. And whan that I have told thee forth my tale Of tribulacioun in mariage, Of which I am expert in al myn age, This to seyn, my-self have been the whippe;— 175 Than maystow chese whether thou wolt sippe Of thilke tonne that I shal abroche. Be war of it, er thou to ny approche; For I shal telle ensamples mo than ten. Who-so that nil be war by othere men, 180 By him shul othere men corrected be. The same wordes wryteth Ptholomee; Rede in his Almageste, and take it there.'
 'Dame, I wolde praye yow, if your wil it were,' Seyde this Pardoner, 'as ye bigan, 185 Telle forth your tale, spareth for no man, And teche us yonge men of your praktike.'
 'Gladly,' quod she, 'sith it may yow lyke. But yet I praye to al this companye, If that I speke after my fantasye, 190 As taketh not a-grief of that I seye; For myn entente nis but for to pleye.
 Now sires, now wol I telle forth my tale.— As ever mote I drinken wyn or ale, I shal seye sooth, tho housbondes that I hadde, 195 As three of hem were gode and two were badde. The three men were gode, and riche, and olde; Unnethe mighte they the statut holde In which that they were bounden un-to me. Ye woot wel what I mene of this, pardee! 200 As help me god, I laughe whan I thinke How pitously a-night I made hem swinke; And by my fey, I tolde of it no stoor. They had me yeven hir gold and hir tresoor; Me neded nat do lenger diligence 205 To winne hir love, or doon hem reverence. They loved me so wel, by god above, That I ne tolde no deyntee of hir love! A wys womman wol sette hir ever in oon To gete hir love, ther as she hath noon. 210 But sith I hadde hem hoolly in myn hond, And sith they hadde me yeven all hir lond, What sholde I taken hede hem for to plese, But it were for my profit and myn ese? I sette hem so a-werke, by my fey, 215 That many a night they songen "weilawey!" The bacoun was nat fet for hem, I trowe, That som men han in Essex at Dunmowe. I governed hem so wel, after my lawe, That ech of hem ful blisful was and fawe 220 To bringe me gaye thinges fro the fayre. They were ful glad whan I spak to hem fayre; For god it woot, I chidde hem spitously.
 Now herkneth, how I bar me proprely, Ye wyse wyves, that can understonde. 225
 Thus shul ye speke and bere hem wrong on honde; For half so boldely can ther no man Swere and lyen as a womman can. I sey nat this by wyves that ben wyse, But-if it be whan they hem misavyse. 230 A wys wyf, if that she can hir good, Shal beren him on hond the cow is wood, And take witnesse of hir owene mayde Of hir assent; but herkneth how I sayde.
 'Sir olde kaynard, is this thyn array? 235 Why is my neighebores wyf so gay? She is honoured over-al ther she goth; I sitte at hoom, I have no thrifty cloth. What dostow at my neighebores hous? Is she so fair? artow so amorous? 240 What rowne ye with our mayde? benedicite! Sir olde lechour, lat thy Iapes be! And if I have a gossib or a freend, With-outen gilt, thou chydest as a feend, If that I walke or pleye un-to his hous! 245 Thou comest hoom as dronken as a mous, And prechest on thy bench, with yvel preef! Thou seist to me, it is a greet meschief To wedde a povre womman, for costage; And if that she be riche, of heigh parage, 250 Than seistow that it is a tormentrye To suffre hir pryde and hir malencolye. And if that she be fair, thou verray knave, Thou seyst that every holour wol hir have; She may no whyle in chastitee abyde, 255 That is assailled up-on ech a syde.
 Thou seyst, som folk desyre us for richesse, Somme for our shap, and somme for our fairnesse; And som, for she can outher singe or daunce, And som, for gentillesse and daliaunce; 260 Som, for hir handes and hir armes smale; Thus goth al to the devel by thy tale. Thou seyst, men may nat kepe a castel-wal; It may so longe assailled been over-al.
 And if that she be foul, thou seist that she 265 Coveiteth every man that she may se; For as a spaynel she wol on him lepe, Til that she finde som man hir to chepe; Ne noon so grey goos goth ther in the lake, As, seistow, that wol been with-oute make. 270 And seyst, it is an hard thing for to welde A thing that no man wol, his thankes, helde. Thus seistow, lorel, whan thow goost to bedde; And that no wys man nedeth for to wedde, Ne no man that entendeth un-to hevene. 275 With wilde thonder-dint and firy levene Mote thy welked nekke be to-broke!
 Thow seyst that dropping houses, and eek smoke, And chyding wyves, maken men to flee Out of hir owene hous; a! benedicite! 280 What eyleth swich an old man for to chyde?
 Thow seyst, we wyves wol our vyces hyde Til we be fast, and than we wol hem shewe; Wel may that be a proverbe of a shrewe!
 Thou seist, that oxen, asses, hors, and houndes, 285 They been assayed at diverse stoundes; Bacins, lavours, er that men hem bye, Spones and stoles, and al swich housbondrye, And so been pottes, clothes, and array; But folk of wyves maken noon assay 290 Til they be wedded; olde dotard shrewe! And than, seistow, we wol oure vices shewe.
 Thou seist also, that it displeseth me But-if that thou wolt preyse my beautee, And but thou poure alwey up-on my face, 295 And clepe me "faire dame" in every place; And but thou make a feste on thilke day That I was born, and make me fresh and gay, And but thou do to my norice honour, And to my chamberere with-inne my bour, 300 And to my fadres folk and his allyes;— Thus seistow, olde barel ful of lyes!
 And yet of our apprentice Ianekyn, For his crisp heer, shyninge as gold so fyn, And for he squiereth me bothe up and doun, 305 Yet hastow caught a fals suspecioun; I wol hym noght, thogh thou were deed to-morwe.
 But tel me this, why hydestow, with sorwe, The keyes of thy cheste awey fro me? It is my good as wel as thyn, pardee. 310 What wenestow make an idiot of our dame? Now by that lord, that called is seint Iame, Thou shalt nat bothe, thogh that thou were wood, Be maister of my body and of my good; That oon thou shalt forgo, maugree thyne yën; 315 What nedeth thee of me to enquere or spyën? I trowe, thou woldest loke me in thy chiste! Thou sholdest seye, "wyf, go wher thee liste, Tak your disport, I wol nat leve no talis; I knowe yow for a trewe wyf, dame Alis." 320 We love no man that taketh kepe or charge Wher that we goon, we wol ben at our large.
 Of alle men y-blessed moot he be, The wyse astrologien Dan Ptholome, That seith this proverbe in his Almageste, 325 "Of alle men his wisdom is the hyeste, That rekketh never who hath the world in honde." By this proverbe thou shalt understonde, Have thou y-nogh, what thar thee recche or care How merily that othere folkes fare? 330 For certeyn, olde dotard, by your leve, Ye shul have queynte right y-nough at eve. He is to greet a nigard that wol werne A man to lighte his candle at his lanterne; He shal have never the lasse light, pardee; 335 Have thou y-nough, thee thar nat pleyne thee.
 Thou seyst also, that if we make us gay With clothing and with precious array, That it is peril of our chastitee; And yet, with sorwe, thou most enforce thee, 340 And seye thise wordes in the apostles name, "In habit, maad with chastitee and shame, Ye wommen shul apparaille yow," quod he, "And noght in tressed heer and gay perree, As perles, ne with gold, ne clothes riche;" 345 After thy text, ne after thy rubriche I wol nat wirche as muchel as a gnat. Thou seydest this, that I was lyk a cat; For who-so wolde senge a cattes skin, Thanne wolde the cat wel dwellen in his in; 350 And if the cattes skin be slyk and gay, She wol nat dwelle in house half a day, But forth she wole, er any day be dawed, To shewe hir skin, and goon a-caterwawed; This is to seye, if I be gay, sir shrewe, 355 I wol renne out, my borel for to shewe.
 Sire olde fool, what eyleth thee to spyën? Thogh thou preye Argus, with his hundred yën, To be my warde-cors, as he can best, In feith, he shal nat kepe me but me lest; 360 Yet coude I make his berd, so moot I thee.
 Thou seydest eek, that ther ben thinges three, The whiche thinges troublen al this erthe, And that no wight ne may endure the ferthe; O leve sir shrewe, Iesu shorte thy lyf! 365 Yet prechestow, and seyst, an hateful wyf Y-rekened is for oon of thise meschances. Been ther none othere maner resemblances That ye may lykne your parables to, But-if a sely wyf be oon of tho? 370
 Thou lykenest wommanes love to helle, To bareyne lond, ther water may not dwelle. Thou lyknest it also to wilde fyr; The more it brenneth, the more it hath desyr To consume every thing that brent wol be. 375 Thou seyst, that right as wormes shende a tree, Right so a wyf destroyeth hir housbonde; This knowe they that been to wyves bonde.'
 Lordinges, right thus, as ye have understonde, Bar I stifly myne olde housbondes on honde, 380 That thus they seyden in hir dronkenesse; And al was fals, but that I took witnesse On Ianekin and on my nece also. O lord, the peyne I dide hem and the wo, Ful giltelees, by goddes swete pyne! 385 For as an hors I coude byte and whyne. I coude pleyne, thogh I were in the gilt, Or elles often tyme hadde I ben spilt. Who-so that first to mille comth, first grint; I pleyned first, so was our werre y-stint. 390 They were ful glad to excusen hem ful blyve Of thing of which they never agilte hir lyve.
 Of wenches wolde I beren him on honde, Whan that for syk unnethes mighte he stonde. Yet tikled it his herte, for that he 395 Wende that I hadde of him so greet chiertee. I swoor that al my walkinge out by nighte Was for tespye wenches that he dighte; Under that colour hadde I many a mirthe. For al swich wit is yeven us in our birthe; 400 Deceite, weping, spinning god hath yive To wommen kindely, whyl they may live. And thus of o thing I avaunte me, Atte ende I hadde the bettre in ech degree, By sleighte, or force, or by som maner thing, 405 As by continuel murmur or grucching; Namely a bedde hadden they meschaunce, Ther wolde I chyde and do hem no plesaunce; I wolde no lenger in the bed abyde, If that I felte his arm over my syde, 410 Til he had maad his raunson un-to me; Than wolde I suffre him do his nycetee. And ther-fore every man this tale I telle, Winne who-so may, for al is for to selle. With empty hand men may none haukes lure; 415 For winning wolde I al his lust endure, And make me a feyned appetyt; And yet in bacon hadde I never delyt; That made me that ever I wolde hem chyde. For thogh the pope had seten hem biside, 420 I wolde nat spare hem at hir owene bord. For by my trouthe, I quitte hem word for word. As help me verray god omnipotent, Thogh I right now sholde make my testament, I ne owe hem nat a word that it nis quit. 425 I broghte it so aboute by my wit, That they moste yeve it up, as for the beste; Or elles hadde we never been in reste. For thogh he loked as a wood leoun, Yet sholde he faille of his conclusioun. 430
 Thanne wolde I seye, 'gode lief, tak keep How mekely loketh Wilkin oure sheep; Com neer, my spouse, lat me ba thy cheke! Ye sholde been al pacient and meke, And han a swete spyced conscience, 435 Sith ye so preche of Iobes pacience. Suffreth alwey, sin ye so wel can preche; And but ye do, certain we shal yow teche That it is fair to have a wyf in pees. Oon of us two moste bowen, doutelees; 440 And sith a man is more resonable Than womman is, ye moste been suffrable. What eyleth yow to grucche thus and grone? Is it for ye wolde have my queynte allone? Why taak it al, lo, have it every-deel; 445 Peter! I shrewe yow but ye love it weel! For if I wolde selle my bele chose, I coude walke as fresh as is a rose; But I wol kepe it for your owene tooth. Ye be to blame, by god, I sey yow sooth.' 450
 Swiche maner wordes hadde we on honde. Now wol I speken of my fourthe housbonde.
 My fourthe housbonde was a revelour, This is to seyn, he hadde a paramour; And I was yong and ful of ragerye, 455 Stiborn and strong, and Ioly as a pye. Wel coude I daunce to an harpe smale, And singe, y-wis, as any nightingale, Whan I had dronke a draughte of swete wyn. Metellius, the foule cherl, the swyn, 460 That with a staf birafte his wyf hir lyf, For she drank wyn, thogh I hadde been his wyf, He sholde nat han daunted me fro drinke; And, after wyn, on Venus moste I thinke: For al so siker as cold engendreth hayl, 465 A likerous mouth moste han a likerous tayl. In womman vinolent is no defence, This knowen lechours by experience.
 But, lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Up-on my yowthe, and on my Iolitee, 470 It tikleth me aboute myn herte rote. Unto this day it dooth myn herte bote That I have had my world as in my tyme. But age, allas! that al wol envenyme, Hath me biraft my beautee and my pith; 475 Lat go, fare-wel, the devel go therwith! The flour is goon, ther is na-more to telle, The bren, as I best can, now moste I selle; But yet to be right mery wol I fonde. Now wol I tellen of my fourthe housbonde. 480
 I seye, I hadde in herte greet despyt That he of any other had delyt. But he was quit, by god and by seint Ioce! I made him of the same wode a croce; Nat of my body in no foul manere, 485 But certeinly, I made folk swich chere, That in his owene grece I made him frye For angre, and for verray Ialousye. By god, in erthe I was his purgatorie, For which I hope his soule be in glorie. 490 For god it woot, he sat ful ofte and song Whan that his shoo ful bitterly him wrong. Ther was no wight, save god and he, that wiste, In many wyse, how sore I him twiste. He deyde whan I cam fro Ierusalem, 495 And lyth y-grave under the rode-beem, Al is his tombe noght so curious As was the sepulcre of him, Darius, Which that Appelles wroghte subtilly; It nis but wast to burie him preciously. 500 Lat him fare-wel, god yeve his soule reste, He is now in the grave and in his cheste.
 Now of my fifthe housbond wol I telle. God lete his soule never come in helle! And yet was he to me the moste shrewe; 505 That fele I on my ribbes al by rewe, And ever shal, un-to myn ending-day. But in our bed he was so fresh and gay, And ther-with-al so wel coude he me glose, Whan that he wolde han my bele chose, 510 That thogh he hadde me bet on every boon, He coude winne agayn my love anoon. I trowe I loved him beste, for that he Was of his love daungerous to me. We wommen han, if that I shal nat lye, 515 In this matere a queynte fantasye; Wayte what thing we may nat lightly have, Ther-after wol we crye al-day and crave. Forbede us thing, and that desyren we; Prees on us faste, and thanne wol we flee. 520 With daunger oute we al our chaffare; Greet prees at market maketh dere ware, And to greet cheep is holde at litel prys; This knoweth every womman that is wys.
 My fifthe housbonde, god his soule blesse! 525 Which that I took for love and no richesse, He som-tyme was a clerk of Oxenford, And had left scole, and wente at hoom to bord With my gossib, dwellinge in oure toun, God have hir soule! hir name was Alisoun. 530 She knew myn herte and eek my privetee Bet than our parisshe-preest, so moot I thee! To hir biwreyed I my conseil al. For had myn housbonde pissed on a wal, Or doon a thing that sholde han cost his lyf, 535 To hir, and to another worthy wyf, And to my nece, which that I loved weel, I wolde han told his conseil every-deel. And so I dide ful often, god it woot, That made his face ful often reed and hoot 540 For verray shame, and blamed him-self for he Had told to me so greet a privetee.
 And so bifel that ones, in a Lente, (So often tymes I to my gossib wente, For ever yet I lovede to be gay, 545 And for to walke, in March, Averille, and May, Fro hous to hous, to here sondry talis), That Iankin clerk, and my gossib dame Alis, And I my-self, in-to the feldes wente. Myn housbond was at London al that Lente; 550 I hadde the bettre leyser for to pleye, And for to see, and eek for to be seye Of lusty folk; what wiste I wher my grace Was shapen for to be, or in what place? Therefore I made my visitaciouns, 555 To vigilies and to processiouns, To preching eek and to thise pilgrimages, To pleyes of miracles and mariages, And wered upon my gaye scarlet gytes. Thise wormes, ne thise motthes, ne thise mytes, 560 Upon my peril, frete hem never a deel; And wostow why? for they were used weel.
 Now wol I tellen forth what happed me. I seye, that in the feeldes walked we, Til trewely we hadde swich daliance, 565 This clerk and I, that of my purveyance I spak to him, and seyde him, how that he, If I were widwe, sholde wedde me. For certeinly, I sey for no bobance, Yet was I never with-outen purveyance 570 Of mariage, nof othere thinges eek. I holde a mouses herte nat worth a leek, That hath but oon hole for to sterte to, And if that faille, thanne is al y-do.
 I bar him on honde, he hadde enchanted me; 575 My dame taughte me that soutiltee. And eek I seyde, I mette of him al night; He wolde han slayn me as I lay up-right, And al my bed was ful of verray blood, But yet I hope that he shal do me good; 580 For blood bitokeneth gold, as me was taught. And al was fals, I dremed of it right naught, But as I folwed ay my dames lore, As wel of this as of other thinges more.
 But now sir, lat me see, what I shal seyn? 585 A! ha! by god, I have my tale ageyn.
 Whan that my fourthe housbond was on bere, I weep algate, and made sory chere, As wyves moten, for it is usage, And with my coverchief covered my visage; 590 But for that I was purveyed of a make, I weep but smal, and that I undertake.
 To chirche was myn housbond born a-morwe With neighebores, that for him maden sorwe; And Iankin oure clerk was oon of tho. 595 As help me god, whan that I saugh him go After the bere, me thoughte he hadde a paire Of legges and of feet so clene and faire, That al myn herte I yaf un-to his hold. He was, I trowe, a twenty winter old, 600 And I was fourty, if I shal seye sooth; But yet I hadde alwey a coltes tooth. Gat-tothed I was, and that bicam me weel; I hadde the prente of sëynt Venus seel. As help me god, I was a lusty oon, 605 And faire and riche, and yong, and wel bigoon; And trewely, as myne housbondes tolde me, I had the beste quoniam mighte be. For certes, I am al Venerien In felinge, and myn herte is Marcien. 610 Venus me yaf my lust, my likerousnesse, And Mars yaf me my sturdy hardinesse. Myn ascendent was Taur, and Mars ther-inne. Allas! allas! that ever love was sinne! I folwed ay myn inclinacioun 615 By vertu of my constellacioun; That made me I coude noght withdrawe My chambre of Venus from a good felawe. Yet have I Martes mark up-on my face, And also in another privee place. 620 For, god so wis be my savacioun, I ne loved never by no discrecioun, But ever folwede myn appetyt, Al were he short or long, or blak or whyt; I took no kepe, so that he lyked me, 625 How pore he was, ne eek of what degree.
 What sholde I seye, but, at the monthes ende, This Ioly clerk Iankin, that was so hende, Hath wedded me with greet solempnitee, And to him yaf I al the lond and fee 630 That ever was me yeven ther-bifore; But afterward repented me ful sore. He nolde suffre nothing of my list. By god, he smoot me ones on the list, For that I rente out of his book a leef, 635 That of the strook myn ere wex al deef. Stiborn I was as is a leonesse, And of my tonge a verray Iangleresse, And walke I wolde, as I had doon biforn, From hous to hous, al-though he had it sworn. 640 For which he often tymes wolde preche, And me of olde Romayn gestes teche, How he, Simplicius Gallus, lefte his wyf, And hir forsook for terme of al his lyf, Noght but for open-heeded he hir say 645 Lokinge out at his dore upon a day.
 Another Romayn tolde he me by name, That, for his wyf was at a someres game With-oute his witing, he forsook hir eke. And than wolde he up-on his Bible seke 650 That ilke proverbe of Ecclesiaste, Wher he comandeth and forbedeth faste, Man shal nat suffre his wyf go roule aboute; Than wolde he seye right thus, with-outen doute,  "Who-so that buildeth his hous al of salwes, 655  And priketh his blinde hors over the falwes,  And suffreth his wyf to go seken halwes,  Is worthy to been hanged on the galwes!" But al for noght, I sette noght an hawe Of his proverbes nof his olde sawe, 660 Ne I wolde nat of him corrected be. I hate him that my vices telleth me, And so do mo, god woot! of us than I. This made him with me wood al outrely; I nolde noght forbere him in no cas. 665
 Now wol I seye yow sooth, by seint Thomas, Why that I rente out of his book a leef, For which he smoot me so that I was deef.
 He hadde a book that gladly, night and day, For his desport he wolde rede alway. 670 He cleped it Valerie and Theofraste, At whiche book he lough alwey ful faste. And eek ther was som-tyme a clerk at Rome, A cardinal, that highte Seint Ierome, That made a book agayn Iovinian; 675 In whiche book eek ther was Tertulan, Crisippus, Trotula, and Helowys, That was abbesse nat fer fro Parys; And eek the Parables of Salomon, Ovydes Art, and bokes many on, 680 And alle thise wer bounden in o volume. And every night and day was his custume, Whan he had leyser and vacacioun From other worldly occupacioun, To reden on this book of wikked wyves. 685 He knew of hem mo legendes and lyves Than been of gode wyves in the Bible. For trusteth wel, it is an impossible That any clerk wol speke good of wyves, But-if it be of holy seintes lyves, 690 Ne of noon other womman never the mo. Who peyntede the leoun, tel me who? By god, if wommen hadde writen stories, As clerkes han with-inne hir oratories, They wolde han writen of men more wikkednesse 695 Than all the mark of Adam may redresse. The children of Mercurie and of Venus Been in hir wirking ful contrarious; Mercurie loveth wisdom and science, And Venus loveth ryot and dispence. 700 And, for hir diverse disposicioun, Ech falleth in otheres exaltacioun; And thus, god woot! Mercurie is desolat In Pisces, wher Venus is exaltat; And Venus falleth ther Mercurie is reysed; 705 Therfore no womman of no clerk is preysed. The clerk, whan he is old, and may noght do Of Venus werkes worth his olde sho, Than sit he doun, and writ in his dotage That wommen can nat kepe hir mariage! 710
 But now to purpos, why I tolde thee That I was beten for a book, pardee. Up-on a night Iankin, that was our syre, Redde on his book, as he sat by the fyre, Of Eva first, that, for hir wikkednesse, 715 Was al mankinde broght to wrecchednesse, For which that Iesu Crist him-self was slayn, That boghte us with his herte-blood agayn. Lo, here expres of womman may ye finde, That womman was the los of al mankinde. 720
 Tho redde he me how Sampson loste his heres, Slepinge, his lemman kitte hem with hir sheres; Thurgh whiche tresoun loste he bothe his yën.
 Tho redde he me, if that I shal nat lyen, Of Hercules and of his Dianyre, 725 That caused him to sette himself a-fyre.
 No-thing forgat he the penaunce and wo That Socrates had with hise wyves two; How Xantippa caste pisse up-on his heed; This sely man sat stille, as he were deed; 730 He wyped his heed, namore dorste he seyn But "er that thonder stinte, comth a reyn."
 Of Phasipha, that was the quene of Crete, For shrewednesse, him thoughte the tale swete; Fy! spek na-more—it is a grisly thing— 735 Of hir horrible lust and hir lyking.
 Of Clitemistra, for hir lecherye, That falsly made hir housbond for to dye, He redde it with ful good devocioun.
 He tolde me eek for what occasioun 740 Amphiorax at Thebes loste his lyf; Myn housbond hadde a legende of his wyf, Eriphilem, that for an ouche of gold Hath prively un-to the Grekes told Wher that hir housbonde hidde him in a place, 745 For which he hadde at Thebes sory grace.
 Of Lyma tolde he me, and of Lucye, They bothe made hir housbondes for to dye; That oon for love, that other was for hate; Lyma hir housbond, on an even late, 750 Empoysoned hath, for that she was his fo. Lucya, likerous, loved hir housbond so, That, for he sholde alwey up-on hir thinke, She yaf him swich a maner love-drinke, That he was deed, er it were by the morwe; 755 And thus algates housbondes han sorwe.
 Than tolde he me, how oon Latumius Compleyned to his felawe Arrius, That in his gardin growed swich a tree, On which, he seyde, how that his wyves three 760 Hanged hem-self for herte despitous. "O leve brother," quod this Arrius, "Yif me a plante of thilke blissed tree, And in my gardin planted shal it be!"
 Of latter date, of wyves hath he red, 765 That somme han slayn hir housbondes in hir bed, And lete hir lechour dighte hir al the night Whyl that the corps lay in the floor up-right. And somme han drive nayles in hir brayn Whyl that they slepte, and thus they han hem slayn. 770 Somme han hem yeve poysoun in hir drinke. He spak more harm than herte may bithinke. And ther-with-al, he knew of mo proverbes Than in this world ther growen gras or herbes. "Bet is," quod he, "thyn habitacioun 775 Be with a leoun or a foul dragoun, Than with a womman usinge for to chyde. Bet is," quod he, "hye in the roof abyde Than with an angry wyf doun in the hous; They been so wikked and contrarious; 780 They haten that hir housbondes loveth ay." He seyde, "a womman cast hir shame away, Whan she cast of hir smok;" and forther-mo, "A fair womman, but she be chaast also, Is lyk a gold ring in a sowes nose." 785 Who wolde wenen, or who wolde suppose The wo that in myn herte was, and pyne?
 And whan I saugh he wolde never fyne To reden on this cursed book al night, Al sodeynly three leves have I plight 790 Out of his book, right as he radde, and eke, I with my fist so took him on the cheke, That in our fyr he fil bakward adoun. And he up-stirte as dooth a wood leoun, And with his fist he smoot me on the heed, 795 That in the floor I lay as I were deed. And when he saugh how stille that I lay, He was agast, and wolde han fled his way, Til atte laste out of my swogh I breyde: "O! hastow slayn me, false theef?" I seyde, 800 "And for my land thus hastow mordred me? Er I be deed, yet wol I kisse thee."
 And neer he cam, and kneled faire adoun, And seyde, "dere suster Alisoun, As help me god, I shal thee never smyte; 805 That I have doon, it is thy-self to wyte. Foryeve it me, and that I thee biseke"— And yet eft-sones I hitte him on the cheke, And seyde, "theef, thus muchel am I wreke; Now wol I dye, I may no lenger speke." 810 But atte laste, with muchel care and wo, We fille acorded, by us selven two. He yaf me al the brydel in myn hond To han the governance of hous and lond, And of his tonge and of his hond also, 815 And made him brenne his book anon right tho. And whan that I hadde geten un-to me, By maistrie, al the soveraynetee, And that he seyde, "myn owene trewe wyf, Do as thee lust the terme of al thy lyf, 820 Keep thyn honour, and keep eek myn estaat"— After that day we hadden never debaat. God help me so, I was to him as kinde As any wyf from Denmark un-to Inde, And also trewe, and so was he to me. 825 I prey to god that sit in magestee, So blesse his soule, for his mercy dere! Now wol I seye my tale, if ye wol here.'
Biholde the wordes bitween the Somonour and the Frere.
The Frere lough, whan he hadde herd al this, 'Now, dame,' quod he, 'so have I Ioye or blis, 830 This is a long preamble of a tale!' And whan the Somnour herde the Frere gale, 'Lo!' quod the Somnour, 'goddes armes two! A frere wol entremette him ever-mo. Lo, gode men, a flye and eek a frere 835 Wol falle in every dish and eek matere. What spekestow of preambulacioun? What! amble, or trotte, or pees, or go sit doun; Thou lettest our disport in this manere.'
 'Ye, woltow so, sir Somnour?' quod the Frere, 840 'Now, by my feith, I shal, er that I go, Telle of a Somnour swich a tale or two, That alle the folk shal laughen in this place.'
 'Now elles, Frere, I bishrewe thy face,' Quod this Somnour, 'and I bishrewe me, 845 But-if I telle tales two or thre Of freres er I come to Sidingborne, That I shal make thyn herte for to morne; For wel I wool thy patience is goon.'
 Our hoste cryde 'pees! and that anoon!' 850 And seyde, 'lat the womman telle hir tale. Ye fare as folk that dronken been of ale. Do, dame, tel forth your tale, and that is best.'
 'Al redy, sir,' quod she, 'right as yow lest, If I have licence of this worthy Frere.' 855
 'Yis, dame,' quod he, 'tel forth, and I wol here.'
Here endeth the Wyf of Bathe hir Prologe.
Here biginneth the Tale of the Wyf of Bathe.
In tholde dayes of the king Arthour, Of which that Britons speken greet honour, Al was this land fulfild of fayerye. The elf-queen, with hir Ioly companye, 860 Daunced ful ofte in many a grene mede; This was the olde opinion, as I rede, I speke of manye hundred yeres ago; But now can no man see none elves mo. For now the grete charitee and prayeres 865 Of limitours and othere holy freres, (10) That serchen every lond and every streem, As thikke as motes in the sonne-beem, Blessinge halles, chambres, kichenes, boures, Citees, burghes, castels, hye toures, 870 Thropes, bernes, shipnes, dayeryes, This maketh that ther been no fayeryes. For ther as wont to walken was an elf, Ther walketh now the limitour him-self In undermeles and in morweninges, 875 And seyth his matins and his holy thinges (20) As he goth in his limitacioun. Wommen may go saufly up and doun, In every bush, or under every tree; Ther is noon other incubus but he, 880 And he ne wol doon hem but dishonour.
 And so bifel it, that this king Arthour Hadde in his hous a lusty bacheler, That on a day cam rydinge fro river; And happed that, allone as she was born, 885 He saugh a mayde walkinge him biforn, (30) Of whiche mayde anon, maugree hir heed, By verray force he rafte hir maydenheed; For which oppressioun was swich clamour And swich pursute un-to the king Arthour, 890 That dampned was this knight for to be deed By cours of lawe, and sholde han lost his heed Paraventure, swich was the statut tho; But that the quene and othere ladies mo So longe preyeden the king of grace, 895 Til he his lyf him graunted in the place, (40) And yaf him to the quene al at hir wille, To chese, whether she wolde him save or spille.
 The quene thanketh the king with al hir might, And after this thus spak she to the knight, 900 Whan that she saugh hir tyme, up-on a day: 'Thou standest yet,' quod she, 'in swich array, That of thy lyf yet hastow no suretee. I grante thee lyf, if thou canst tellen me What thing is it that wommen most desyren? 905 Be war, and keep thy nekke-boon from yren. (50) And if thou canst nat tellen it anon, Yet wol I yeve thee leve for to gon A twelf-month and a day, to seche and lere An answere suffisant in this matere. 910 And suretee wol I han, er that thou pace, Thy body for to yelden in this place.'
 Wo was this knight and sorwefully he syketh; But what! he may nat do al as him lyketh. And at the laste, he chees him for to wende, 915 And come agayn, right at the yeres ende, (60) With swich answere as god wolde him purveye; And taketh his leve, and wendeth forth his weye.
 He seketh every hous and every place, Wher-as he hopeth for to finde grace, 920 To lerne, what thing wommen loven most; But he ne coude arryven in no cost, Wher-as he mighte finde in this matere Two creatures accordinge in-fere.
 Somme seyde, wommen loven best richesse, 925 Somme seyde, honour, somme seyde, Iolynesse; (70) Somme, riche array, somme seyden, lust abedde, And ofte tyme to be widwe and wedde.
 Somme seyde, that our hertes been most esed, Whan that we been y-flatered and y-plesed. 930 He gooth ful ny the sothe, I wol nat lye; A man shal winne us best with flaterye; And with attendance, and with bisinesse, Been we y-lymed, bothe more and lesse.
 And somme seyn, how that we loven best 935 For to be free, and do right as us lest, (80) And that no man repreve us of our vyce, But seye that we be wyse, and no-thing nyce. For trewely, ther is noon of us alle, If any wight wol clawe us on the galle, 940 That we nil kike, for he seith us sooth; Assay, and he shal finde it that so dooth. For be we never so vicious with-inne, We wol been holden wyse, and clene of sinne.
 And somme seyn, that greet delyt han we 945 For to ben holden stable and eek secree, (90) And in o purpos stedefastly to dwelle, And nat biwreye thing that men us telle. But that tale is nat worth a rake-stele; Pardee, we wommen conne no-thing hele; 950 Witnesse on Myda; wol ye here the tale?
 Ovyde, amonges othere thinges smale, Seyde, Myda hadde, under his longe heres, Growinge up-on his heed two asses eres, The which vyce he hidde, as he best mighte, 955 Ful subtilly from every mannes sighte, (100) That, save his wyf, ther wiste of it na-mo. He loved hir most, and trusted hir also; He preyede hir, that to no creature She sholde tellen of his disfigure. 960
 She swoor him 'nay, for al this world to winne, She nolde do that vileinye or sinne, To make hir housbond han so foul a name; She nolde nat telle it for hir owene shame.' But nathelees, hir thoughte that she dyde, 965 That she so longe sholde a conseil hyde; (110) Hir thoughte it swal so sore aboute hir herte, That nedely som word hir moste asterte; And sith she dorste telle it to no man, Doun to a mareys faste by she ran; 970 Til she came there, hir herte was a-fyre, And, as a bitore bombleth in the myre, She leyde hir mouth un-to the water doun: 'Biwreye me nat, thou water, with thy soun,' Quod she, 'to thee I telle it, and namo; 975 Myn housbond hath longe asses eres two! (120) Now is myn herte all hool, now is it oute; I mighte no lenger kepe it, out of doute,' Heer may ye se, thogh we a tyme abyde, Yet out it moot, we can no conseil hyde; 980 The remenant of the tale if ye wol here, Redeth Ovyde, and ther ye may it lere.
 This knight, of which my tale is specially, Whan that he saugh he mighte nat come therby, This is to seye, what wommen loven moost, 985 With-inne his brest ful sorweful was the goost; (130) But hoom he gooth, he mighte nat soiourne. The day was come, that hoomward moste he tourne, And in his wey it happed him to ryde, In al this care, under a forest-syde, 990 Wher-as he saugh up-on a daunce go Of ladies foure and twenty, and yet mo; Toward the whiche daunce he drow ful yerne, In hope that som wisdom sholde he lerne. But certeinly, er he came fully there, 995 Vanisshed was this daunce, he niste where. (140) No creature saugh he that bar lyf, Save on the grene he saugh sittinge a wyf; A fouler wight ther may no man devyse. Agayn the knight this olde wyf gan ryse, 1000 And seyde, 'sir knight, heer-forth ne lyth no wey. Tel me, what that ye seken, by your fey? Paraventure it may the bettre be; Thise olde folk can muchel thing,' quod she.
 'My leve mooder,' quod this knight certeyn, 1005 'I nam but deed, but-if that I can seyn (150) What thing it is that wommen most desyre; Coude ye me wisse, I wolde wel quyte your hyre.'
 'Plighte me thy trouthe, heer in myn hand,' quod she, 'The nexte thing that I requere thee, 1010 Thou shalt it do, if it lye in thy might; And I wol telle it yow er it be night.' 'Have heer my trouthe,' quod the knight, 'I grante.'
 'Thanne,' quod she, 'I dar me wel avante, Thy lyf is sauf, for I wol stonde therby, 1015 Up-on my lyf, the queen wol seye as I. (160) Lat see which is the proudeste of hem alle, That wereth on a coverchief or a calle, That dar seye nay, of that I shal thee teche; Lat us go forth with-outen lenger speche.' 1020 Tho rouned she a pistel in his ere, And bad him to be glad, and have no fere.
 Whan they be comen to the court, this knight Seyde, 'he had holde his day, as he hadde hight, And redy was his answere,' as he sayde. 1025 Ful many a noble wyf, and many a mayde, (170) And many a widwe, for that they ben wyse, The quene hir-self sittinge as a Iustyse, Assembled been, his answere for to here; And afterward this knight was bode appere. 1030
 To every wight comanded was silence, And that the knight sholde telle in audience, What thing that worldly wommen loven best. This knight ne stood nat stille as doth a best, But to his questioun anon answerde 1035 With manly voys, that al the court it herde: (180)
 'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As wel over hir housbond as hir love, And for to been in maistrie him above; 1040 This is your moste desyr, thogh ye me kille, Doth as yow list, I am heer at your wille.'
 In al the court ne was ther wyf ne mayde, Ne widwe, that contraried that he sayde, But seyden, 'he was worthy han his lyf.' 1045
 And with that word up stirte the olde wyf, (190) Which that the knight saugh sittinge in the grene: 'Mercy,' quod she, 'my sovereyn lady quene! Er that your court departe, do me right. I taughte this answere un-to the knight; 1050 For which he plighte me his trouthe there, The firste thing I wolde of him requere, He wolde it do, if it lay in his might. Bifore the court than preye I thee, sir knight,' Quod she, 'that thou me take un-to thy wyf; 1055 For wel thou wost that I have kept thy lyf. (200) If I sey fals, sey nay, up-on thy fey!'
 This knight answerde, 'allas! and weylawey! I woot right wel that swich was my biheste. For goddes love, as chees a newe requeste; 1060 Tak al my good, and lat my body go.'
 'Nay than,' quod she, 'I shrewe us bothe two! For thogh that I be foul, and old, and pore, I nolde for al the metal, ne for ore, That under erthe is grave, or lyth above, 1065 But-if thy wyf I were, and eek thy love.' (210)
 'My love?' quod he; 'nay, my dampnacioun! Allas! that any of my nacioun Sholde ever so foule disparaged be!' But al for noght, the ende is this, that he 1070 Constreyned was, he nedes moste hir wedde; And taketh his olde wyf, and gooth to bedde.
 Now wolden som men seye, paraventure, That, for my necligence, I do no cure To tellen yow the Ioye and al tharray 1075 That at the feste was that ilke day. (220) To whiche thing shortly answere I shal; I seye, ther nas no Ioye ne feste at al, Ther nas but hevinesse and muche sorwe; For prively he wedded hir on a morwe, 1080 And al day after hidde him as an oule; So wo was him, his wyf looked so foule.
 Greet was the wo the knight hadde in his thoght, Whan he was with his wyf a-bedde y-broght; He walweth, and he turneth to and fro. 1085 His olde wyf lay smylinge evermo, (230) And seyde, 'o dere housbond, benedicite! Fareth every knight thus with his wyf as ye? Is this the lawe of king Arthures hous? Is every knight of his so dangerous? 1090 I am your owene love and eek your wyf; I am she, which that saved hath your lyf; And certes, yet dide I yow never unright; Why fare ye thus with me this firste night? Ye faren lyk a man had lost his wit; 1095 What is my gilt? for goddes love, tel me it, (240) And it shal been amended, if I may.'
 'Amended?' quod this knight, 'allas! nay, nay! It wol nat been amended never mo! Thou art so loothly, and so old also, 1100 And ther-to comen of so lowe a kinde, That litel wonder is, thogh I walwe and winde. So wolde god myn herte wolde breste!'
 'Is this,' quod she, 'the cause of your unreste?'
 'Ye, certainly,' quod he, 'no wonder is.' 1105
 'Now, sire,' quod she, 'I coude amende al this, (250) If that me liste, er it were dayes three, So wel ye mighte here yow un-to me.
 But for ye speken of swich gentillesse As is descended out of old richesse, 1110 That therfore sholden ye be gentil men, Swich arrogance is nat worth an hen. Loke who that is most vertuous alway, Privee and apert, and most entendeth ay To do the gentil dedes that he can, 1115 And tak him for the grettest gentil man. (260) Crist wol, we clayme of him our gentillesse, Nat of our eldres for hir old richesse. For thogh they yeve us al hir heritage, For which we clayme to been of heigh parage, 1120 Yet may they nat biquethe, for no-thing, To noon of us hir vertuous living, That made hem gentil men y-called be; And bad us folwen hem in swich degree.
 Wel can the wyse poete of Florence, 1125 That highte Dant, speken in this sentence; (270) Lo in swich maner rym is Dantes tale: "Ful selde up ryseth by his branches smale Prowesse of man, for god, of his goodnesse, Wol that of him we clayme our gentillesse;" 1130 For of our eldres may we no-thing clayme But temporel thing, that man may hurte and mayme.
 Eek every wight wot this as wel as I, If gentillesse were planted naturelly Un-to a certeyn linage, doun the lyne, 1135 Privee ne apert, than wolde they never fyne (280) To doon of gentillesse the faire offyce; They mighte do no vileinye or vyce.
 Tak fyr, and ber it in the derkeste hous Bitwix this and the mount of Caucasus, 1140 And lat men shette the dores and go thenne; Yet wol the fyr as faire lye and brenne, As twenty thousand men mighte it biholde; His office naturel ay wol it holde, Up peril of my lyf, til that it dye. 1145
 Heer may ye see wel, how that genterye (290) Is nat annexed to possessioun, Sith folk ne doon hir operacioun Alwey, as dooth the fyr, lo! in his kinde. For, god it woot, men may wel often finde 1150 A lordes sone do shame and vileinye; And he that wol han prys of his gentrye For he was boren of a gentil hous, And hadde hise eldres noble and vertuous, And nil him-selven do no gentil dedis, 1155 Ne folwe his gentil auncestre that deed is, (300) He nis nat gentil, be he duk or erl; For vileyns sinful dedes make a cherl. For gentillesse nis but renomee Of thyne auncestres, for hir heigh bountee, 1160 Which is a strange thing to thy persone. Thy gentillesse cometh fro god allone; Than comth our verray gentillesse of grace, It was no-thing biquethe us with our place.
 Thenketh how noble, as seith Valerius, 1165 Was thilke Tullius Hostilius, (310) That out of povert roos to heigh noblesse. Redeth Senek, and redeth eek Boëce, Ther shul ye seen expres that it no drede is, That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis; 1170 And therfore, leve housbond, I thus conclude, Al were it that myne auncestres were rude, Yet may the hye god, and so hope I, Grante me grace to liven vertuously. Thanne am I gentil, whan that I biginne 1175 To liven vertuously and weyve sinne. (320)
 And ther-as ye of povert me repreve, The hye god, on whom that we bileve, In wilful povert chees to live his lyf. And certes every man, mayden, or wyf, 1180 May understonde that Iesus, hevene king, Ne wolde nat chese a vicious living. Glad povert is an honest thing, certeyn; This wol Senek and othere clerkes seyn. Who-so that halt him payd of his poverte, 1185 I holde him riche, al hadde he nat a sherte. (330) He that coveyteth is a povre wight, For he wolde han that is nat in his might. But he that noght hath, ne coveyteth have, Is riche, al-though ye holde him but a knave. 1190
 Verray povert, it singeth proprely; Iuvenal seith of povert merily: "The povre man, whan he goth by the weye, Bifore the theves he may singe and pleye." Povert is hateful good, and, as I gesse, 1195 A ful greet bringer out of bisinesse; (340) A greet amender eek of sapience To him that taketh it in pacience. Povert is this, al-though it seme elenge: Possessioun, that no wight wol chalenge. 1200 Povert ful ofte, whan a man is lowe, Maketh his god and eek him-self to knowe. Povert a spectacle is, as thinketh me, Thurgh which he may his verray frendes see. And therfore, sire, sin that I noght yow greve, 1205 Of my povert na-more ye me repreve. (350)
 Now, sire, of elde ye repreve me; And certes, sire, thogh noon auctoritee Were in no book, ye gentils of honour Seyn that men sholde an old wight doon favour, 1210 And clepe him fader, for your gentillesse; And auctours shal I finden, as I gesse.
 Now ther ye seye, that I am foul and old, Than drede you noght to been a cokewold; For filthe and elde, al-so moot I thee, 1215 Been grete wardeyns up-on chastitee. (360) But nathelees, sin I knowe your delyt, I shal fulfille your worldly appetyt.
 Chees now,' quod she, 'oon of thise thinges tweye, To han me foul and old til that I deye, 1220 And be to yow a trewe humble wyf, And never yow displese in al my lyf, Or elles ye wol han me yong and fair, And take your aventure of the repair That shal be to your hous, by-cause of me, 1225 Or in som other place, may wel be. (370) Now chees your-selven, whether that yow lyketh.'
 This knight avyseth him and sore syketh, But atte laste he seyde in this manere, 'My lady and my love, and wyf so dere, 1230 I put me in your wyse governance; Cheseth your-self, which may be most plesance, And most honour to yow and me also. I do no fors the whether of the two; For as yow lyketh, it suffiseth me.' 1235
 'Thanne have I gete of yow maistrye,' quod she, (380) 'Sin I may chese, and governe as me lest?'
 'Ye, certes, wyf,' quod he, 'I holde it best.'
 'Kis me,' quod she, 'we be no lenger wrothe; For, by my trouthe, I wol be to yow bothe, 1240 This is to seyn, ye, bothe fair and good. I prey to god that I mot sterven wood, But I to yow be al-so good and trewe As ever was wyf, sin that the world was newe. And, but I be to-morn as fair to sene 1245 As any lady, emperyce, or quene, (390) That is bitwixe the est and eke the west, Doth with my lyf and deeth right as yow lest. Cast up the curtin, loke how that it is.'
 And whan the knight saugh verraily al this, 1250 That she so fair was, and so yong ther-to, For Ioye he hente hir in his armes two, His herte bathed in a bath of blisse; A thousand tyme a-rewe he gan hir kisse. And she obeyed him in every thing 1255 That mighte doon him plesance or lyking. (400)
 And thus they live, un-to hir lyves ende, In parfit Ioye; and Iesu Crist us sende Housbondes meke, yonge, and fresshe a-bedde, And grace toverbyde hem that we wedde. 1260 And eek I preye Iesu shorte hir lyves That wol nat be governed by hir wyves; And olde and angry nigardes of dispence, God sende hem sone verray pestilence.
Here endeth the Wyves Tale of Bathe.
Variae Lectiones, etc.
Heading. So E.; Hn. Here bigynneth the prologe of the tale of the Wyf of Bathe; Hl. Here bygynneth the prologe of the wyf of Bathe.—5. Hn. Pt. Ln. Thonked; E. Ythonked.—7. So E.; rest If (Hl. For) I so ofte myghte haue wedded be.—12. E. om. That.—E. thoughte; rest taughte he.—14. E. Herkne; Hl. Herken; rest Herke (Herk).—E. Hl. om. lo.—18. E. And that; rest And that ilke (read thilke).—29. E. om. wel.—31. E. take; Hl. folwe; rest take to.—37. So all but E., which has it were leueful vn-to me.—42. E. myrie; Hn. murye.—44. E. Hl. Yblessed; rest Blessed (Blissed).—46. E. chaast.—49. E. om. that.—50. Hl. wher so it be; rest wher it liketh me (correctly; for a goddes half = a god's half).—51. E. om. that.—52. E. Hn. Hl. Bet; rest Better.—54. E. Hl. of; rest his.—58. E. om. holy.—59. Hl. Whan; E. Whanne; rest Where (Wher).—E. om. any.—64. E. Whan thapostel speketh.—67. E. nat; rest no (non).—71. E. certein.—73. E. Hl. ins. ne after Poul.—75. E. of; Cp. fro; Hl. on; rest for.—77. E. Hl. taken.—78. E. Cm. lust; Hn. Hl. list.—79. E. om. that.—85. E. Cm. om. that.—89. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. to assemble.—91. E. Cm that; Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. he heeld; Hl. he holdith.—92. E. Cm. profiteth; rest parfit.—94. Hn. Hl. leden; rest lede.—104. So all but Hl. Ln. which have to schifte. Perhaps read right as him.—108. E. Cm. Hl. om. he.—109, 110. E poore, foore; and foore is glossed by steppes.—113. E Hl. om. al.—116 E. ymaad.—120. Cm. makyd; rest maad; see l. 126.—121. So Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln.; E. vryne bothe and thynges.—122. E. Cm. And; Hn. Hl. Was; rest Were.—126. this] E. yis.—E. Cm. beth maked.—130. E. Cm. a man.—133. E. Thanne.—134. E. Cm. om. eek.—136. Hn. Hl. to yow; E. Cm. of.—138. E. Cm. They shul nat; rest Than sholde men.—140. E. Cm. om. that (perhaps read së-int).—142. E. Cm. nil nat.—144. E. hoten; Hn. Cm. hote; Cp. Pt. Ln. ete(!); Hl. eten(!).—146. E. Cm. Hl. om. Iesu.—148. E. Hn. precius.—163. E. Hn. stirte.—172. Hn. Hl. thee; rest om.—173. E. Cm. that is in (for in).—176. E. wheither.—177. E. Cm. that; rest thilke.—180. Hn. nyle; Hl. nyl; rest wol nat.—182. Ln. tholome; Pt. ptholome; Hl. protholome; E. Hn. Cm. Cp. Protholome(!).—183. E. Cm. Rede it in.—184. E. Cm. om. yow.—188. E. sires; Cm. sire; rest quod she.—191. E. Cm. om. of.—192. Hn. nis; E. Cm. is; rest is not.—193. E. Hn. Cm. sire.—195. E. of tho; Hl. Cm. of; Hn. Cp. Pt. tho; Ln. the.—197. Cp. Pt. Ln. men; rest om.—210. Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. ye ther; but read lov-ë.—215. E. Hn. a-werk; rest a-werke.—220. E. was ful blisful; Cm. was blysful and ful.—224. E. baar.—226. E. beren: om. wrong.—228. MSS. lye; read lyen.—Hn. Ln. a womman kan; Pt. womman can; rest kan a womman.—231. E. Hn. Cm. A wys; Hl. I-wis a; rest wise. Read wys-e?—232. Hl. beren; rest bere.—Cm. cou; Pt. Ln. cowe.—242. E. Pt. Hl. lecchour.—250. E. Cm. om. that.—E. Cm. Hl. and of; rest of.—251. E. Cm. Hl. om. that.—252. E. soffren.—257. E. Cm. that som.—E. Hn. Cm. desiren.—258. E. Cm. om. and.—259. E. Cm. Hl. om. outher.—E. Cm. Hl. and (for or).—260. and] E. Cm. and som for; Hl. or.—269. Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. ther; rest om.—270. Cp. Pt. Ln. that; rest om.—271, 272. Hn. Hl. wolde, holde.—277. E. Hn. Pt. Ln. welked; Cm. wekede; Cp. Hl. wicked.—280. E. Hn. Cp. houses.—282. E. Cm. that we.—286. E. assayd; Pt. Ln. assaide; rest assayed.—292. Hn. Hl. supply And.—295. Hl. pore; rest poure.—300. Cm. chaumberere; Hl. chamberer; E. Hn. chambrere.—303. E. Ianekyn; rest Iankyn.—308. E. Cm. Hl. om. this.—309. thy] E. Cm. my.—311. E. Cm. to make; rest om. to.—313. Hn. Ln. that; rest om.—315. Hl. yen; E. eyen.—316. E. nedeth thee; rest helpeth it.—Hn. Cp. Ln. om. to.—Hl. tenqueren; read t'enquere.—319. All but Cp. Ln. om. not (nat).—320. E. Pt. Alys; Ln. Ales.—323. Hn. Hl. yblessed; rest blessed.—324. MSS. Daun.—E. Protholome; Hn. Cm. Hl. Protholome.—326. E. Cm. ins. the before hyeste; (read th' hy-est-e).—328. Cp. Pt. Ln. shal wel.—330. E. myrily.—333. E. Cm. wolde.—348. Hl. thus; Cp. Pt. Ln. als; rest this.—350. All his.—358. Hl. yen; E. eyen.—359. Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. -corps.—360. E. om. 2nd me.—364. All but Pt. Ln. om. ne.—366. E. and (for an).—368. Cp. Pt. Ln. maner; Cm. of these; Hl. of thy; E. om.—371. Cp. Ln. Hl. likenest; Cm. likkenyst; E. Hn. Pt. liknest.—E. wommennes.—375. E. Hn. consumen.—376. Cp. Pt. that; rest om.—Hn. Cp. Pt. shende; E. Pt. shendeth.—383. Hl. vpon.—385. E. Hn. giltlees.—389. So Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln.; E. Who so comth first to mille; Hl. Who-so first cometh to the mylle.—391. E. Cm. om. 2nd ful.—393. E. hym; rest hem; but see 394.—395. E. it; rest I.—400. E. thyng was; rest wit is.—401. E. yeue.—402. All but Hn. Hl. ins. that before they.—406. E. continueel.—428. E. rest.—431. Cp. Pt. Hl. ins. now before goode.—445. E. Hn. Pt. Wy.—456. Cm. Cp. Ln. Styborne; Pt. Hl. Stiborn; E. Hn. Stibourne.—464. Cm. muste; Ln. must.—467. E. Hl. wommen.—479. E. myrie; Hn. murye.—486. E. certein.—497. E. Hn. curyus.—508. E. ful; rest so.—511. Cp. Hl. boon; rest bon.—513. Cm. Hl. beste; E. Hn. best; Cp. Pt. the bet; Ln. bette.—520. E. Hn. Preesse; Cm Presse.—521. E. Hn. Cm. oute; Cp. Ln. Hl. outen; Pt. outer.—528. E. hadde; hom.—532. E. Hn. as; rest so.—534. E. Hn. Cm. Cp. hadde.—545. Hn. Cm. louede; E. Hl. loued.—550. E. the; rest that.—558. E. Hn. and to; Cm. Cp. Pt. Ln. and of; Hl. om. to (or of).—561. E. Hn. Cm. Cp. peril (correctly); Pt. perile; Ln. Hl. perel.—571. E. Hn. nof; Cm. and more; rest ne of.—572. herte] Cp. Pt. Ln. witte.—575-584. All but E. Cm. omit these lines; (Dd. has them).—583. E. Cm. om. as; but it occurs in MSS. Camb. Dd. 4. 24, Ii. I. 36, &c.—592. E. wepte; but see 588.—595. Or Ianekin, see 383; MSS. Iankyn.—603. Ln. Gate-toþede.—605-612. Hl. omits.—608. E. hadde.—E. Hn. quonyam; Cm. Pt. Ln. quoniam; Cp. queynte.—609-612. Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. omit.—619-626. Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. omit.—623. Cm. folwede; E. folwed.—626. Cm. pore; E. poore.—634. E. Hn. on the lyst; (Ln. luste; Cp. Pt. lest); Hl. Cm. with his fist.—636. E. Hl. wax.—637. E. Hn. Stibourne.—645. E. Hn. -heueded; Hl. heedid.—649. E. Hn. Cm. With-outen.—650. E. thanne.—654. E. Thanne.—660. E. Hn. nof; rest ne of.—E. awe; Hn. Cm. Hl. sawe; Cp. Pt. Ln. lawe.—676. Cm. Ln. whiche; rest which.—Cp. Pt. Hl. Terculan.—680. Hl. bourdes; rest bookes (bokes).—683. E. hadde.—691. E. Ne; Hn. Nof; rest Ne of.—692. Cm. peyntede; rest peynted.—697. Cm. Hl. and of; rest om. of.—698. E. Hn. Ln. Hl. contrarius.—699. E. wysdam.—705. Over is reysed E. has i. in Virgine.—709. E. Thanne.—717-720. Hn. Cm. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. omit.—717. E. om. that Iesu; which occurs in MS. Bibl. Reg. 17. D. xv. and in Dd.—721, 723. E. hise.—722. Cm. hem; rest it (badly).—723. Pt. Ln. whiche; rest which (badly).—E. eyen.—727. Cp. Pt. Ln. penaunce; E. Hn. sorwe; Cm. Hl. care.—728. E. hadde.—733. E. Hn. Phasifpha; Cm. Phasippa; rest Phasipha.—735. E. speke; Hn. Cm. Cp. Hl. spek.—737. E. Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. Clitermystra; Cm. Clitemysta; Hl. Clydemystra.—750. E. vpon; rest on.—757. E. Thanne. E. Hn. how that oon. Cm. Latymyus; rest Latumyus.—758. E. Hn. Hl. vnto; rest to.—764. E. Ln. it shal; Pt. shal he; rest shal it.—767. E. lecchour.—768. Cm. Whils; Hl. Whil; rest Whan; see 770.—786. E. leeue; rest wene; but read wenen.—792. E. Cp. fest; rest fist.—795. E. Hn. Cp. fest; rest fist.—812. E. Hn. Cp. Pt. vs; Cm. Ln. Hl. oure.—815. E. Hn. Pt. om. 2nd of.—820. E. to; Cm. for; Hl. in; rest the (before terme).—822. Hl. neuer had.—832. E. Somonour; Hn. Cm. Cp. Pt. somnour.—836. Cp. Pt. Ln. eek; rest om.—850. Cp. Hl. hoste; Ln. oste; E. Hn. hoost.—852. E. Cm. were; rest ben.—853. E. telle (but tel in 856).—Colophon. Hn. Here endeth the prologe of the Wyf of Bathe. E. adds and bigynneth hir tale.—Heading. From Hn.—857. E. Cm. om. the.—859. Cp. fayerie; rest fairye.—872. Cp. fayeries; E. Hn. fairyes.—880. Hl. incumbent (!).—881. Cm. non; rest but.—Hl. ne wol but doon hem.—882. E. Hn. Cm. om. it.—883. E. om. his.—885. E. Hn. he(!).—887. Cm. Ln. whiche; rest which.—888. E. Cm. Hl. birafte; rest he rafte (refte).—895. Hl. Cm. preyeden; E. Hn. preyden.—898. E. wheither.—907. E. Hl. tellen it; Hn. tellen me; Cm. telle me; rest telle it me.—908. E. shal (for wol).—914. Cm. ȝit (for what); E. om.—935. E. Hn. Cm. Hl. om. how.—941. nil] E. nel; Cm. nolde.—958. Hn. Cp. Hl. trusted; Cm. trostid; E. triste.—959. Cm. preyede; Hl. prayed; Hn. preyed; E. preyde.—972. Cm. bumbith; Cp. Pt. bumlith; Hl. bumblith.—985. E. loue.—990. E. Hn. this; rest his.—993. Hn. whiche; E. which; rest vary.—1016. E. queene.—1028. E. Hn. Cp. Ln. om. a.—1038. E. om. to.—1042. E. om. heer; Cm. al.—1052. E. Hn. Cm. Hl. om. of.—1054. E. thanne.—1061. E. Hn. Taak.—1062. E. thanne.—1063. All but Cp. Pt. om. 1st and.—E. oold, poore.—1064. Hl. the oure; E. Hn. oore; Cm. Pt. ore; Cp. oure; Ln. oer.—1070. E. Hn. thende.—1091. Cp. Pt. Ln. eek; rest om.—1093. E. Hn. yet ne dide.—1096. Cm. Hl. me; rest om. (Read goddes as god's).—1101. E. lough.—1102. Pt. no (for litel). Read wonder's.—1112. Cp. Pt. nys (for is).—1116. Cp. Pt. Ln. And take; rest om. And.—1126. Hl. of (for in).—Cm. declare (for speken in).—1129. E. goodnesse; rest prowesse.—1134. E. natureelly.—1136. E. Cm. nor; Hl. ne; rest and. E. thanne.—1139. E. Taak.—1140. E. Kaukasous.—1144. E. natureel.—1153. Cp. Hl. boren; Cm. bore; rest born.—1155. E. nel; rest nyl.—1156. E. Hn. folwen.—1162. Read comth; see 1163.—1163. E. Thanne.—1166. E. Hn. Hostillius.—1167. Cm. Cp. Ln. Hl. pouert; rest pouerte.—1168. E. Reed; rest Redeth.—1169. Cp. Pt. Ln. it; rest om.—1172. E. Hn. weren (2nd).—1176. Cm. leuyn; Pt. leuen; rest weyue (weyuen).—1177. E. Hn. pouerte; rest pouert.—1179. E. Hn. Pt. pouerte; rest pouert; so in 1183, 1191.—1182. E. chesen; E. om. a.—1183. E. Hn. honeste; Cm. oneste.—1191. E. Cm. it syngeth; rest is sinne (!).—1192. E. Hn. Cp. myrily.—1195. Cp. Pt. Ln. hatel.—1199. Hn. Hl. elenge; Ln. alinge; rest alenge.—1205. E. hise.—1227. E. wheither.—1234. E. wheither.—1236. of—maistrye] Cm. the maysterye.—1254. E. Hn. Ln. a rewe; Hl. on rowe; rest a rowe.—1259. E. om. and Ln. fresshe; E. fressh.—1260. E. Hn. touerbyde; Cm. Hl. to ouerbyde; Cp. Pt. Ln. to ouerlede (!).—1261. Cm. preye; Hn. praye; E. pray.—1262. E. Hn. nat wol; rest transpose.—Colophon. So E. Hn.