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confessio amantis-第40章

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How that thi will thi maister is;
Thurgh which thin hertes thoght withinne
Is evere of Contek to beginne;  1320
So that it is gretli to drede
That it non homicide brede。
For love is of a wonder kinde;
And hath hise wittes ofte blinde;
That thei fro mannes reson falle;
Bot whan that it is so befalle
That will schal the corage lede;
In loves cause it is to drede:
Wherof I finde ensample write;
Which is behovely forto wite。   1330
I rede a tale; and telleth this:
The Cite which Semiramis
Enclosed hath with wall aboute;
Of worthi folk with many a route
Was enhabited here and there;
Among the whiche tuo ther were
Above alle othre noble and grete;
Dwellende tho withinne a Strete
So nyh togedre; as it was sene;
That ther was nothing hem betwene;    1340
Bot wow to wow and wall to wall。
This o lord hadde in special
A Sone; a lusti Bacheler;
In al the toun was non his pier:
That other hadde a dowhter eke;
In al the lond that forto seke
Men wisten non so faire as sche。
And fell so; as it scholde be;
This faire dowhter nyh this Sone
As thei togedre thanne wone;    1350
Cupide hath so the thinges schape;
That thei ne mihte his hand ascape;
That he his fyr on hem ne caste:
Wherof her herte he overcaste
To folwe thilke lore and suie
Which nevere man yit miht eschuie;
And that was love; as it is happed;
Which hath here hertes so betrapped;
That thei be alle weies seche
How that thei mihten winne a speche;  1360
Here wofull peine forto lisse。
Who loveth wel; it mai noght misse;
And namely whan ther be tuo
Of on acord; how so it go;
Bot if that thei som weie finde;
For love is evere of such a kinde
And hath his folk so wel affaited;
That howso that it be awaited;
Ther mai noman the pourpos lette:
And thus betwen hem tuo thei sette    1370
And hole upon a wall to make;
Thurgh which thei have her conseil take
At alle times; whan thei myhte。
This faire Maiden Tisbee hihte;
And he whom that sche loveth hote
Was Piramus be name hote。
So longe here lecoun thei recorden;
Til ate laste thei acorden
Be nihtes time forto wende
Al one out fro the tounes ende;    1380
Wher was a welle under a Tree;
And who cam ferst; or sche or he;
He scholde stille there abide。
So it befell the nyhtes tide
This maiden; which desguised was;
Al prively the softe pas
Goth thurgh the large toun unknowe;
Til that sche cam withinne a throwe
Wher that sche liketh forto duelle;
At thilke unhappi freisshe welle;  1390
Which was also the Forest nyh。
Wher sche comende a Leoun syh
Into the feld to take his preie;
In haste and sche tho fledde aweie;
So as fortune scholde falle;
For feere and let hire wympel falle
Nyh to the welle upon therbage。
This Leoun in his wilde rage
A beste; which that he fond oute;
Hath slain; and with his blodi snoute;   1400
Whan he hath eten what he wolde;
To drynke of thilke stremes colde
Cam to the welle; where he fond
The wympel; which out of hire hond
Was falle; and he it hath todrawe;
Bebled aboute and al forgnawe;
And thanne he strawhte him forto drinke
Upon the freisshe welles brinke;
And after that out of the plein
He torneth to the wode ayein。   1410
And Tisbee dorste noght remue;
Bot as a bridd which were in Mue
Withinne a buissh sche kepte hire clos
So stille that sche noght aros;
Unto hirself and pleigneth ay。
And fell; whil that sche there lay;
This Piramus cam after sone
Unto the welle; and be the Mone
He fond hire wimpel blodi there。
Cam nevere yit to mannes Ere    1420
Tidinge; ne to mannes sihte
Merveile; which so sore aflihte
A mannes herte; as it tho dede
To him; which in the same stede
With many a wofull compleignynge
Began his handes forto wringe;
As he which demeth sikerly
That sche be ded: and sodeinly
His swerd al nakid out he breide
In his folhaste; and thus he seide:   1430
〃I am cause of this felonie;
So it is resoun that I die;
As sche is ded be cause of me。〃
And with that word upon his kne
He fell; and to the goddes alle
Up to the hevene he gan to calle;
And preide; sithen it was so
That he may noght his love as tho
Have in this world; that of her grace
He miht hire have in other place;  1440
For hiere wolde he noght abide;
He seith: bot as it schal betide;
The Pomel of his swerd to grounde
He sette; and thurgh his herte a wounde
He made up to the bare hilte:
And in this wise himself he spilte
With his folhaste and deth he nam;
For sche withinne a while cam;
Wher he lai ded upon his knif。
So wofull yit was nevere lif    1450
As Tisbee was; whan sche him sih:
Sche mihte noght o word on hih
Speke oute; for hire herte schette;
That of hir lif no pris sche sette;
Bot ded swounende doun sche fell。
Til after; whanne it so befell
That sche out of hire traunce awok;
With many a wofull pitous lok
Hire yhe alwei among sche caste
Upon hir love; and ate laste    1460
Sche cawhte breth and seide thus:
〃O thou which cleped art Venus;
Goddesse of love; and thou; Cupide;
Which loves cause hast forto guide;
I wot now wel that ye be blinde;
Of thilke unhapp which I now finde
Only betwen my love and me。
This Piramus; which hiere I se
Bledende; what hath he deserved?
For he youre heste hath kept and served;    1470
And was yong and I bothe also:
Helas; why do ye with ous so?
Ye sette oure herte bothe afyre;
And maden ous such thing desire
Wherof that we no skile cowthe;
Bot thus oure freisshe lusti yowthe
Withoute joie is al despended;
Which thing mai nevere ben amended:
For as of me this wol I seie;
That me is levere forto deie    1480
Than live after this sorghful day。〃
And with this word; where as he lay;
Hire love in armes sche embraseth;
Hire oghne deth and so pourchaseth
That now sche wepte and nou sche kiste;
Til ate laste; er sche it wiste;
So gret a sorwe is to hire falle;
Which overgoth hire wittes alle。
As sche which mihte it noght asterte;
The swerdes point ayein hire herte    1490
Sche sette; and fell doun therupon;
Wherof that sche was ded anon:
And thus bothe on o swerd bledende
Thei weren founde ded liggende。
Now thou; mi Sone; hast herd this tale;
Bewar that of thin oghne bale
Thou be noght cause in thi folhaste;
And kep that thou thi witt ne waste
Upon thi thoght in aventure;
Wherof thi lyves forfeture   1500
Mai falle: and if thou have so thoght
Er this; tell on and hyde it noght。
Mi fader; upon loves side
Mi conscience I woll noght hyde;
How that for love of pure wo
I have ben ofte moeved so;
That with my wisshes if I myhte;
A thousand times; I yow plyhte;
I hadde storven in a day;
And therof I me schryve may;    1510
Though love fully me ne slowh;
Mi will to deie was ynowh;
So am I of my will coupable:
And yit is sche noght merciable;
Which mai me yive lif and hele。
Bot that hir list noght with me dele;
I wot be whos conseil it is;
And him wolde I long time er this;
And yit I wolde and evere schal;
Slen and destruie in special。   1520
The gold of nyne kinges londes
Ne scholde him save fro myn hondes;
In my pouer if that he were;
Bot yit him stant of me no fere
For noght that evere I can manace。
He is the hindrere of mi grace;
Til he be ded I mai noght spede;
So mot I nedes taken hiede
And schape how that he were aweie;
If I therto mai finde a weie。   1530
Mi Sone; tell me now forthi;
Which is that mortiel enemy
That thou manacest to be ded。
Mi fader; it is such a qwed;
That wher I come; he is tofore;
And doth so; that mi cause is lore。
What is his name? It is Daunger;
Which is mi ladi consailer:
For I was nevere yit so slyh;
To come in eny place nyh      1540
Wher as sche was be nyht or day;
That Danger ne was redy ay;
With whom for speche ne for mede
Yit mihte I nevere of love spede;
For evere this I finde soth;
Al that my ladi seith or doth
To me; Daunger schal make an ende;
And that makth al mi world miswende:
And evere I axe his help; bot he
Mai wel be cleped sanz pite;    1550
For ay the more I to him bowe;
The lasse he wol my tale alowe。
He hath mi ladi so englued;
Sche wol noght that he be remued;
For evere he hangeth on hire Seil;
And is so prive of conseil;
That evere whanne I have oght bede;
I finde Danger in hire stede
And myn ansuere of him I have;
Bot for no merci that I crave;  1560
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