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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18561	[Troilus and Criseyde]	Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.	1483 (1483)	STC 5094; ESTC S108840	125,458	232

grete estate perylle of the Towne And that she was alone had nede Of frendys thus bygan to brede The cause why the sooth for to telle That she tooke purpoos fully for to duelle The morowe cam and goostely for to speke This Dyomede is come to Creseyde And shortely lest that ye my tale breke Soo wele he for hym self spak seyde That al his syghes sore a doune he leyde And fynally the soothe for to seyne He left of the grete of al his peyne And after this the story telleth vs That she hym yafe the fayre bay stede The whiche she ones had of Troylus And eke a broche that was lytel nede That Troylus was she yaf this Dyomede In dede the bet from sorowe hym to releue She made hym were a pensel of hyr sleue I fynd eke in the storye elles where When thurgh the body hurt was Dyomede Of Troylus tho wept she many a tere Whan that she sawe his wyde woundes blede And that she took to kepe hym good hede And for to hele hym of his sorowes smert Men seyn I note she yaf hym hyr hert But trewely the storye tellyth vs Ther made neuer woman more woo Than she whan she falshed Troylus She sayd alas for now is clene a go My name of trouthe in loue for euermo For I haue falshed one the gentyllest That euer was eke the worthyest Alas of me vnto the worldes ende Shal neyther of me be wryte nor s●nge No good word for this book wyl me shend● Y rollyd shal it be on many a tonge Thorugh outr the world my ●elle shal be 〈◊〉 And wymmen wyl me hate moost of alle Alas that suche a caas shold me byfalle They wyl sey in as moche as in me is I haue hym doo dyshonoure we le aweye Al be I not the fyrst that dyde a●nye What helpyth that to doo my blame aweys But syth I see 〈◊〉 nys no bett●● weys And that to late it is now for to ●●we To Dyomede alga●● I wylbe trewe But Troylus syth I no better may And syth that thus departen ye and I I praye god yeue yow ryght good day As for the gentyllest knyght tr●wely That euer I sawe to serue feythfully And 〈◊〉 can ay his lady honoure kepe And with that word she br●se anon● to wept And ●●rtes yow hatyn shal I neuer And frendys loue that shal ye loue of me And my good word al myght I lyuen euer And trewely I wold ryght sory be To see yow in ony aduersy●● And gylteles I wo●e we le I yow l●ue But al shal passe thus I take my leue But trewely how long it was bytwene That she forsoke hym for this Dyomede There is none other auctor telleth I wene Take euery man now to his bookes hede He shal no terme fynde oute of drede For though that he began to loue hyr soone Or he hyr wan yet was there more to done Ne me lys● not this cely woman chyde Forther than the story wyl deuyse Hyr name alas is publysshed so wyde That for hyr gylt it ought ynowe suffyse And yf I myght excuse hyr in ony wyse For she so sory was for her vntrouthe Ywys I wold excuse hyr yet for routhe This Troylus as I byfore haue told Thus dryueth forthe as we le as he myght But ofte was his herte hoote ●ld And namely that ylke nynthe nyght Whiche on the morowe she had hym behyght To come ageyne god wote ful lytel reste Had he that nyght nothynge to slepe hym leste The laurer crowned Phebus with his heete Come in his cours ay vpward as he went To warmen of the eest the wawes wete And Cyrces doughter sa●ge with good entent When Troylus his Pandare after sent And on the wallys of the Towne they pleyde To looke yf they can ought see of Creseyde Tyl it was none they stood for to see Who that there come euery maner wyght That come from fer they sayde it was she And that wey couthe knowen hem a ryght Now was his herte heuy now was it lyght And thus beiaped they stonde to stare Aboute nought Troylus Pandare To Pandarus this Troylus tho seyde For ought I wote byfore none sykerly In to this toune not cometh here Creseyde She hath ynough a doo there hardyly To wynne from hyr fader so trowe I Hyr old fader wold yet make hyr dyne Or that she goo god yeue his herte pyne Pandare answerd It may wel be certeyn And for thy lete vs dyne I the byseche And after none than mayst thow come ageyn And home they gone withoute more speche And come ageyne and long may they seche Or that they fynde that they after gape Fortune hem bothe thynketh for to iape Quod Troylus I see wel ynowe that she Is ●aryed with hyr old fader soo That or she come it wol nyhe euen be Come forth I wylle vnto the yate goo These portyers ben vnconnyng euermo And I wyl doo hem holde open the gate As nought ne were al though she come late The day goth fast after that come eue And yet come not to Troylus Creseyde He lokyth forth by hedge by tree by greue And fer his heede on the walle he leyde And at the last he torned hym seyde By god I wote hyr menyng now pandare Al moost ywys al newe was my care Now douteles this lady can hyr good I wote she comyth rydyng pryuely I commende hyr wysedom by myn hood She wyl not make people nycely Gawryn on hyr when she comyth but softely By nyght in to Towne she thynketh ryde And dere broder thynk not long to abyde We haue not elles to done ywys And Pandarns now shalt thow trowe me Haue here my trouthe I see yond where she is Heue vp thyne eyen man mayst thow not see Pandare ansuerd nay so mote I the Al wrong by god what feist thou man wher arte That I see yond nys but a fare carte Alas thow seyst ful soth quod Troylus But hardyly it is not al for nought That in myn herte that I reioyse thus It is ageynst som good I haue a thought Note I not how but syth that I was wrouȝt Ne felt I suche a comfort sothe to seye She cometh to nyght my lyf dare I leye Pandare answerd it may be wel ynough And held with hym of al that euer he seyde But in his herte he thought fast lough And to hym self ful sobyrly he seyde From hasylwoode ther Ioly Robyn pleyde Shal come al that thow doest abyde here Ye fare wele al the snowe of fern yere The wardeyn of the gates gan to calle The folk whiche withoute the gates were And bad hem dryue in theyr bestes alle Or al that nyght they must abyde there And fer within nyght with many a tere This Troylus gan homeward for to ryde For wele he sawe it helpyd not abyde But netheles he gladdyd hym in this He thought amys he

brede And al the werk as he gan byhold Ful sodeynly his herte gan to cold As he that on the coler fond within A broche that he Creseyde yafe at morowe That she from Troy must nedes twynne In remembraunce of hym of his sow●●● And she hym leyde her feyth ageyne to borowe To kepe it but now ful wele he wyst His lady was no l●nger for to tryst He goth hym home and than ful soone he sende For Pandarus al this newe chaunce And of his broche he told hym word ende Compleynyng of hyr hertes varyaunce His long loue his trouthe his penaunce And after dethe withoute wordes more Ful fast he cryed his rest hym to restore Than ●pak he thus O lady bryght Creseyde Where is youre feyth where is youre byhest Where is youre loue where is your trouth he seide O Dyomede haue ye now al this fest Alas I wold haue trowed at the lest That syth ye nold trewe to me stonde That thus ye nold haue hold me in honde Who shal now trowe ony othes moo Alas I wold neuer haue wende or this That ye Creseyde couthe haue chaunged so Not but I had a gylt or done amys So cruel wende I not youre herte ywys To slee me thus alas your name of trouthe Is now fordone that is al my reuthe Was there none other froche ye lyst to lete To fese with youre newe leue quod he But thylk broche that I with teres weete Yow yofe as for a remembraunce of me None other cause alas ne hadden ye But for despyte eke for that ye ment Al vtterly to shewe youre entent Thorugh which I see clene out of your mynde Ye haue me cast and I ne can ne may For al this world within myn herte fynde To vnloue yow a quarter of a day In cursyd tyme I borne was wel away That ye that doo me al this woo endure Yet loue I best of ony creature Now god quod he yet send me that grace That I may mete with this Dyomede And trewely yf I haue myght and space Yet shal I make I hope his sydes blede O god quod he that oughtest taken hede To further trouthe wronges to punyce Why nyl thow doo a vengeaunce of this vyce O Pandare that in dremes for to tryst Me blamed hast ofte me vp breyde Now mayst thow see thy self yf that thow list How trewe is now thy nece bryght Creseyde In sondry fourmes god it wote he seyde The goddes shewe bothe ioye tene In slepe and be my dreme it is sene And certeynly withoute more speche Form hens forth as ferforth as I may Myn owne dethe in armes wylle I seche I retche not how soone be the daye But trewely Creseyde swete may Whome I haue ay with al my myght y seruyd That ye thus doo I haue it not deserud This Pandarus that al these thynges herd And wyst we le he sayd a sooth of this He not a word to hym ageyne answerd For sory of his frendes sorowe he is And shamed for his nece had done amys And stood astonyed of these causes twey As stille as stone a word couthe he not not sey But at the last thus he spak seyde My broder dere I may doo the no more What shold I sey I hate ywys Creseyde And god wote I wyl haate hyr euermore And that thou me bysoughtest done of yore Hauyng vnto myn honoure nor to my rest Ryght no reward I deed al that ye left If I dyd ought that myght liken the It is me ●●ef and of this treson now God wote that it a sorowe is vnto me And dredeles for heates 〈◊〉 of you Right fayn wold I it amende wise I how And too thys world almyghty god I pray Delyuer hyr sone I can no more say Gre●e was the sorowe the playnte of tro●lu● But forth his ceurs of fortune gan to holde 〈◊〉 loueth so the sone of tydeus And twylus 〈◊〉 wepe in cares colde Suche is the world who so can beholde In eche estate is 〈◊〉 hertes reste God lete v● take it al for the ●este In many cruel bataylle out of drede Of troylus this ylke noble knyght 〈◊〉 men may in th●se olde bookes red● Was seen his knyghthode his grete myght And dredele● his yrr day and nyght Ful cruelly the gres●y● ay abought And alwey most this d●●m●de he sought And ofte tyme I fynde that they mette With blody 〈◊〉 with worde a 〈◊〉 Assay●ng how then speres we●r I w●tt● And god wotr with 〈◊〉 a cruel 〈◊〉 Can troylus vpon 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 But netheles fortune 〈◊〉 not ne wotd Of other hand that eyther dye shold And yf I had taken for to wryte The a●nes of thise ylke worthy man Than wold I of his bataylles endyte But for that I to wryte first began Of his loue I haue sayd as I can His worthy dedes who so list hem here Rede dares he can telle hem al in fere Bysechyng euery lady bryght of hewe And euery gentylwoman what she be That al le that Creseyde was vntrewe That for that gylt ye be not wroth with me Ye may hyr gylt in other bookes see And gladlyer I wold wryte yf yow lest Penolopes trouthe and good Alcest Ne I seye not this as only for this men But moost for wymmen that betrayed be Thorugh fals folk god yeue hem sorowe amen That with theyr grete wordes subtylyte Bytrayeth yow this now meueth me To speke in effect al yow I prey Beeth ware of men herken what I sey God lytel book goo lytel Tregedye That god thy maker yet or that I dye So sende me myght to make somme comedye But lytel book make thow none enuye But subget be thou vnto al Poesye And kysse the steppes where as thow seest space Of Vyrgyle Ouyde Homere Lucan stace And for ther is so grete dyuersyte In Englysshe in wrytynge of oure tonge Soo pray to god that none myswryte the Ne the mysmetre for defaute of tonge And red where so thow be or elles songe That thow be vnderstonde god I byseche But yet to purpoos of my rather speche The wrathe as I bygan yow for to seye Of Troylus how the grekes bought dere For thousandys of his handes dyd he deye As he that was withoute ony pere Saue Hector in his tyme as I can here But we le awey sauf only goddes wylle Dyspytously hym slowe the fyers Achylle And when that he was slayn in this manere His lyght goost ful blysfully is went Vnto the holownes of the eyght spere In his place letyng eche element And there he sawe with ful aduysement How he was sloyne alas al to rathe The folke of Troye to moche harme skathe And doune from thens fyrst he gan aduyse This lytel spot of erthe that with the see Enbracyd is fully gan despyse This wretchyd world helde it vanyte To respect of that playne felycyte That is in heuene aboue at the last There he was slayn his lokyng doune he case And in hym self he l●ugh ryght at the woo On hem that wepen for his deth so fast And dampnen al oure werkes that folowen so The blynde lust whiche that may not last And shold al oure hertes to heuene cast Now forth he went shortely for to telle There as Mercurye sortyd hym to dwelle Suche fyne hath loo this Troylus for loue Suche fyne his loue suche fyne his noblesse Suche fyne hath his estate ryal aboue Suche fyne hath fals worldes trotylnesse Suche fyne hath al his grete worthynesse And thus bygan his louyng of Creseyde As I haue told and in this wyse he deyde O yong fresshe folkes he or she In which that loue vp growyth with your age Repayreth home from worldly vanyte And of youre herte vp casteth the vysage To thylk lord that after his ymage Yow made and thynketh al is but a fayre This world that passyth sone as ●●●ures faire And louyth hym whiche that ryght for loue Vpon a crosse oure soules for to beye Fyrst starf roose syth in heuene aboue For he wyl fals no wyght dare I seye That wyl his herte al holy on hym leye And soothe he best is to loue and moost meke What nedeth feyned loue here for to seke Loo here of Paynems cursyd old rytes Loo here what al theyr goddes may auayle Loo here these worldes wretchyd appetytes Loo here the fyne guerdon for trauayle Of Ioue Appollo of mars suche rascayle Loo here the forme of old clerkes speche In poetrye yf ye theyr bookes seche O moral Gower this book I dyrect To the and to the Phylosophycal Strode To vouchesauf there nede is to correct And of youre benyngnytees and zelys goode And to that sothfast Crist that starf on roode With al myn herte of mercy I prey And to the lorde ryght thus I speke seye Thou one and twoo and thre eterne a lyu● That regnest ay in thre twoo and one Incircumscript al mayst circumscryue Vs from vysyble and Inuysyble foon Defende to thy mercy euerychone So make vs Ihesu for thy mercy dygne For loue of mayden moder thyn benyngne Here endeth Troylus as touchyng Creseyde Explicit per Caxton