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A36625	Fables ancient and modern translated into verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, & Chaucer, with orginal poems, by Mr. Dryden.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.; Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375.; Homer.	1700 (1700)	Wing D2278; ESTC R31983	269,028	604

Palamon answered and sayde agayn Cosyn forsoth of this opinion Thou hast a vaine imaginacion This prison caused me not to crye But I was hurt right now through myn eye Into myn hert that woll my bane be The fayreness of a lady that I se Yonde in the gardyn roming to and fro Is cause of all my cryeng and wo I not where she be woman or goddesse But Venus it is sothly as I gesse And therwithall on knees down lie fyll And said Venus if it be thy wyll You in this garden thus to transfigure Beforne me sorrowfull wretched creature Out of this prison helpe that we may scape And if our desteny be so ishape By eterne worde to dyen in prison Of our lynage haue some compassion That is so lowe ybrought by tyranny And with that worde Arcite gan espy Where as the lady romed to and fro And with that sight her bewte hurt him so That if that Palamon was wounded sore Arcite was hurt as much as he or more And with a sigh he said pitously The fresh beutie sleeth me sodenly Of her that rometh in yonder place And but I haue her mercy and her grace That I may seen her at the lesto way I nam but deed there nys no more to say This Palamon whan he these words herd Dispitously he loked and answerd Whether sayest thou this in ernest or in play Nay quod Arcite in ernest by my fay God helpe me so me list full yuell to pley This Palamon gan knit his browes twey It were quod he to the no great honour To be false ne for to be traytour Tome that am thy cosyn and thy brother I sworne full depe and eche of vs to other That neuer for to dyen in the payne Till that the deth departe vs twayne Neither of vs in loue to hindre other Ne in none other case my leue brother But that thou shuldest truly further me In eury case as I shulde further the This was thine othe and mine also certain I wote it well thou darst it not withsayn Thus art thou of my counsell out of doubte And now thou woldest falsly ben aboute To love my lady whom I loue and serue And euer shall till that myn herte sterue Now certes false Arcite thou shalt not so I loued her first and tolde the my wo As to my counsell and to my brother sworne To further me as I haue tolde beforne For which thou art ibounden as a knight To helpen me if it lye in thy might Or els thou art false I dare well saine This Arcite full proudly spake againe Thou shalt quod he be rather false than I And thou art false I tell the vtterly For paramount I Ioued her first or thou What wilt thou sain thou wist it nat or now Whether she be woman or goddesse Thine is affection of holinesse And mine is loue as to a creature For which I tolde the mine auenture As to my cosyn and my brother sworne Suppose that thou louea'st her beforne Wost thou not well the olde clerks sawe That who shall giue a louer any lawe Loue is a gretter lawe by my pan Than may be yeuen to any erthly man And therfore posityfe lawe and such decre Is broken all day for loue in eche degre A man mote nedes loue maugre his heed He may nat fleen it though he shuld be deed All be she maide widowe or wife And eke it is not likely all thy life To stonden in her grace no more shall I For well thou wost thy selfe verely That thou and I be dampned to prison Perpetuell vs gaineth no raunson We striuen as did the houndes for the bone That foughten al day and yet her part was non Ther cam a cur whil that they wer so wroth And bare away the bone from hem both And therfore at kings court my brother Eche man for him selfe there is none other Loue if thou list for I loue and ay shall And sothly lefe brother this is all Here in this prison mote we endure And euerich of vs taken his auenture Great was the strife betwix hem twey If that I had leyser for to sey But to theffect it happed on a dey To tell it you shortly as I may A worthy duke that hight Perithous That felowe was to duke Theseus Sith thilke day that they were children lite Was come to Athenes his felowe to visite And for to play as he was wont to do For in this world he loued no man so And he loued him as tenderly againe So wel they loued as old bokes sayne That when that one was deed sothly to tell His fellow went and sought him down in hell But of that story list me not to write Duke Perithous loued well Arcite And had him know at Thebes yere by yere And finally at request and prayere Of Perithous withouten any raunson Duke Theseus let him out of prison Frely to gon whither him list ouer all In such a gyse as I you tellen shall This was the forwarde plainly to endite Betwixt duke Theseus and him Arcite That if so were that Arcite were yfounde Ever in his life by day night or stormde In any countre of this duke Theseus And he were caught it was acorded thus That with a swerd he should lese his heed There was none other remedy ne reed But taketh his leue and homward him sped Let him beware his necke lieth to wedd How great sorowe suffereth now Arcite The dethe he feleth through his hert smite He wepeth waileth and crieth pitously To sleen him selfe he waiteth priuely And said alas the day that I was borne Now is my prison worse than beforne Now is me shapen eternally to dwell Nought in purgatory but in hell Alas that euer I knew Perithous For els had I dwelt with Theseus Ifetered in his prison euermo Then had I be in blisse and nat in wo Only the sight of her whom that I serue Though that I neuer her grace may deserue Wolde haue suffised right ynough for me O dere cosyn Palamon quod he Thine is the victorie of this auenture Ful blisful in prison mayst thou endure In prison Nay certes but in paradise Well hath fortune to the turned the dise That hast the sight of her and I thabsence For possible is sithens thou hast her presence And art a knight a worthie man and able That by sum case syn fortune is changeable Thou maist somtime to thy desire attaine But I that am exiled and baraine Of all grace and in so great dispeyre That there nys water either lyre ne eyre Ne creature that of him maked is That may me heale 〈◊〉 done comfort in this Wel ought I sterue in wan hope and distresse Farewell my life my lust and my gladnesse Alas why playnen men so in commune Of purveyance of God or of fortune That yeueth him full oft in many agise Well bette than hem self can deuise Some man desireth to haue richesse That cause is of

the Captive Lord his Liberty 'T is hard to say who suffers greater Pains One sees his Love but cannot break his Chains One free and all his Motions uncontroul'd Beholds whate'er he wou'd but what he wou'd behold Judge as you please for I will haste to tell What Fortune to the banish'd Knight befel When Arcite was to Thebes return'd again The Loss of her he lov'd renew'd his Pain What could be worse than never more to see His Life his Soul his charming Emily He rav'd with all the Madness of Despair He roar'd he beat his Breast he tore his Hair Dry Sorrow in his stupid Eyes appears For wanting Nourishment he wanted Tears His Eye-balls in their hollow Sockets sink Bereft of Sleep he loaths his Meat and Drink He withers at his Heart and looks as wan As the pale Spectre of a murder'd Man That Pale turns Yellow and his Face receives The faded Hue of sapless Boxen Leaves In solitary Groves he makes his Moan Walks early out and ever is alone Nor mix'd in Mirth in youthful Pleasure shares But sighs when Songs and Instruments he hears His Spirits are so low his Voice is drown'd He hears as from afar or in a Swound Like the deaf Murmurs of a distant Sound Uncomb'd his Locks and squalid his Attire Unlike the Trim of Love and gay Desire But full of museful Mopings which presage The loss of Reason and conclude in Rage This when he had endur'd a Year and more Now wholly chang'd from what he was before It happen'd once that slumbring as he lay He dreamt his Dream began at Break of Day That Hermes o'er his Head in Air appear'd And with soft Words his drooping Spirits cheer'd His Hat adorn'd with Wings disclos'd the God And in his Hand he bore the Sleep-compelling Rod Such as he seem'd when at his Sire's Command On Argus Head he laid the Snaky Wand Arise he said to conqu'ring Athens go There Fate appoints an End of all thy Woe The Fright awaken'd Arcite with a Start Against his Bosom bounc'd his heaving Heart But soon he said with scarce-recover'd Breath And thither will I go to meet my Death Sure to be slain but Death is my Desire Since in Emilia's Sight I shall expire By chance he spy'd a Mirrour while he spoke And gazing there beheld his alter'd Look Wondring he saw his Features and his Hue So much were chang'd that scarce himself he knew A sudden Thought then starting in his Mind Since I in Arcite cannot Arcite find The World may search in vain with all their Eyes But never penetrate through this Disguise Thanks to the Change which Grief and Sickness give In low Estate I may securely live And see unknown my Mistress Day by Day He said and cloth'd himself in course Array A lab'ring Hind in shew Then forth he went And to th' Athenian Tow'rs his Journey bent One Squire attended in the same Disguise Made conscious of his Master's Enterprize Arriv'd at Athens soon he came to Court Unknown unquestion'd in that thick Resort Proff'ring for Hire his Service at the Gate To drudge draw Water and to run or wait So fair befel him that for little Gain He serv'd at first Emilia's Chamberlain And watchful all Advantages to spy Was still at Hand and in his Master's Eye And as his Bones were big and Sinews strong Refus'd no Toil that could to Slaves belong But from deep Wells with Engines Water drew And us'd his Noble Hands the Wood to hew He pass'd a Year at least attending thus On Emily and call'd Philostratus But never was there Man of his Degree So much esteem'd so well belov'd as he So gentle of Condition was he known That through the Court his Courtesie was blown All think him worthy of a greater Place And recommend him to the Royal Grace That exercis'd within a higher Sphere His Vertues more conspicuous might appear Thus by the general Voice was Arcite prais'd And by Great Theseus to high Favour rais'd Among his Menial Servants first enroll'd And largely entertain'd with Sums of Gold Besides what secretly from Thebes was sent Of his own Income and his Annual Rent This well employ'd he purchas'd Friends and Fame But cautiously conceal'd from whence it came Thus for three Years he liv'd with large Increase In Arms of Honour and Esteem in Peace To Theseus Person he was ever near And Theseus for his Vertues held him dear The End of the First Book PALAMON AND ARCITE OR The Knight's Tale. BOOK II. WHile Arcite lives in Bliss the Story turns Where hopeless Palamon in Prison mourns For six long Years immur'd the captive Knight Had dragg'd his Chains and scarcely seen the Light Lost Liberty and Love at once he bore His Prison pain'd him much his Passion more Nor dares he hope his Fetters to remove Nor ever wishes to be free from Love But when the sixth revolving Year was run And May within the Twins receiv'd the Sun Were it by Chance or forceful Destiny Which forms in Causes first whate'er shall be Assisted by a Friend one Moonless Night This Palamon from Prison took his Flight A pleasant Beverage he prepar'd before Of Wine and Honey mix'd with added Store Of Opium to his Keeper this he brought Who swallow'd unaware the sleepy Draught And snor'd secure till Morn his Senses bound In Slumber and in long Oblivion drown'd Short was the Night and careful Palamon Sought the next Covert e'er the Rising Sun A thick spread Forest near the City lay To this with lengthen'd Strides he took his way For far he cou'd not fly and fear'd the Day Safe from Pursuit he meant to shun the Light Till the brown Shadows of the friendly Night To Thebes might favour his intended Flight When to his Country come his next Design Was all the Theban Race in Arms to join And war on Theseus till he lost his Life Or won the Beauteous Emily to Wife Thus while his Thoughts the lingring Day beguile To gentle Arcite let us turn our Style Who little dreamt how nigh he was to Care Till treacherous Fortune caught him in the Snare The Morning-Lark the Messenger of Day Saluted in her Song the Morning gray And soon the Sun arose with Beams so bright That all th' Horizon laugh'd to see the joyous Sight He with his tepid Rays the Rose renews And licks the dropping Leaves and dries the Dews When Arcite left his Bed resolv'd to pay Observance to the Month of merry May Forth on his fiery Steed betimes he rode That scarcely prints the Turf on which he trod At ease he seem'd and pransing o'er the Plains Turn'd only to the Grove his Horses Reins The Grove I nam'd before and lighting there A Woodbind Garland sought to crown his Hair Then turn'd his Face against the rising Day And rais'd his Voice to welcom in the May. For thee sweet Month the Groves green Liv'ries wear If not the first the fairest of the Year For thee the Graces lead the dancing

we rede That was Kenelphus sonne the noble king Of Mereturike how Kenelm mette a thing A little er he were murdred on a day His murder in this vision he say His norice him expouned it euery dele His sweuen and badde him kepe him wele Fro trayson but he was but seuen yere olde And therefore little tale he thereof tolde Of any dreme so holy was his herte By God I had rather than my sherte That ye haue herde his legend as haue I. Dame Pertelot I say to you truely Macrobius that writeth the auision In Afrike of the worthy Scipion Affirmeth dremes and saith that they been Warning of things that we after seen And ferthermore I pray you loketh well In the olde Testament of Daniel If he helde dremes for vanitie Rede eke of Joseph and there shal ye se Wonders ben somtime but I say nat all Warning of things that after shall fall Lo of Egypt the king that hight Pharao His baker and his butteler also Wheder they felt none effect indremes Who so woll seke actes in sundrie remes May rede of dremes a wonder thing Lo Cresus which was of Lide king Mette he not that he sat vpon a tree Which signified he should honged bee Lo Andromeda that was Hector's Wife That day that Hector should lese his life She dremed in the same night beforne How the life of Hector should belorne If that day he went vnto battaile She warned him but it might not auaile He went for to fight neuerthelesse But he was slaine anone of Achilles But that tale is to long to tell And eke it is nigh day I may nat dwell Shortly I say as for conclusion That I shall haue of this auision Aduersite and I say farthermore That I ne tell of laxatiues no store For they ben venemous I were it wele I hem defie I loue hem neuer a dele But let vs speke of mirthe and stinte all this Madame Pertelot so haue I blis Of one thing God hath me sent large grace For when I see the beautie of your face Ye ben so scarlet reed about your eyen It maketh al my drede for to dien For also siker as In principio Mulier est hominis confusio Madame the sentence of this latin is Woman is mannes ioye and his blis For when I fele on night your soft side Albeit that I may not on you ride For that our parche is made so narowe alas I am so full of ioye and of solas That I defie both sweuen and dreme And with that word he flewe doun fro the beme For it was day and eke the hennes all And with a chuck he gan hem for to call For he had found a corne lay in the yerde Royall he was and no more aferde He feddred Pertelot twentie time And tradde her eke as oft er it was prime He loketh as it were a grimme lioun And on his toes he romed vp and doun Him deened not to set his fete to the ground He chucked whan he had a corne yfound And to him than ran his wiues all As royal as a prince in his hall Leaue I this Chaunteclere in this pasture And after woll I tell of his aduenture When the moneth in which the world began That hight March that God first made man Was complete and passed were also Sith March began twenty daies and two Befill that Chaunteclere in all his pride His seuen wiues walking him beside Cast vp his eyen to the bright sunne That in the signe of Taurus was yrunne Fourty degrees and one and somwhat more He knew by kinde and by none other lore That it was prime and crew with a blissful steuen The sunne he saide is clombe vp to the heuen Fourty degrees and one and somwhat more ywis Madame Pertelot my worldes blisse Herken how these blisful birdes sing And see the fresh floures how they gan spring Full is mine hert of reuel and solas But sodainly him fell a sorowful caas For euer the latter ende of ioy is wo God wote worldly ioye is soone ago And if a rethore coud faire endite He in a chronicle might safely write As for a soueraine notabilitie Nowe euery wise man herken to me This story is al so true I vndertake As is the booke of Launcelot du lake That women holden in full great reuerence Now woll I turne ayen to my sentence A col fox ful of sleight and iniquitie That in the groue had wonned yeres three By high imagination aforne caste The same night through the hedge braste Into the yerde there Chaunteclere the faire Was wont and eke his wiues to repaire And in a bedde of wortes still he lay Til it was passed vndren of the day Waiting his time on Chaunteclere to fall As gladly done these homicides all That in a waite lie to murdre men O false murdrer rucking in thy den O new Scariot and new Gauilion O False dissimuler O greke Sinon That broughtest Troy vtterly to sorowe O Chaunteclere accursed be the morowe That thou in thy yerde flew from the bemes Thou were ful wel warned by thy dremes That ilke day was perillous to thee But what that God afore wote must nedes bee After the opinion of certain clerkes Witnesse of him that any clerke is That in schole is great altercation In this matter and great disputacion And hath ben of an hundred thousand men But I ne can nat boulte it to the bren As can the holy doctour saint Austin Or Boece or the bishop Bradwardin Whether that goddes worthy fore weting Straineth me nedely to do a thing Nedely clepe I simple necessite Or if the free choice be graunted me To do the same thing or do it nought Though God forewote it or it was wrought Or of his weting straineth neuer a dele But by necessitie condicionele I wol not haue to done of such mattere My tale is of a cocke as ye shall here That toke his counsaile of his wife with sorow To walk in the yerde vpon the morow That he had met the dreme as I you tolde Womens counsailes ben oft ful colde Womens counsaile brought vs first to wo And made Adam fro Paradise to go There as he was ful mery and well at ease But for I not whom I might displease If I counsaile of wemen should blame Passe ouer I said it in my game Redeth authors where they trete of such mattere And what they say of women ye mowe here These ben the cockes wordes ond not mine I can of women no harm deuine Faire in the sonde to bathe her merely Lieth Pertelot and all her susters by Ayenst the sunne and Chaunteclere so fre Song merier than the Marmaide in the se For Phisiologus saith vtterly How that they singen well and merely And so befell as he cast his eye Among the wortes on a butterflie He was ware of the foxe that laie full lowe Nothing than list him for to crowe But cried cocke cocke and vp he