Prologue

Knott-Fowler


In a somer seson , whanne softe was the sonne

I shop me in-to a shroud , as I a shep were;

In abite as an ermyte, unholy of werkis ,
I wente wyde in this world , wondris to here .
5 But on a May morwenyng on Malverne hilles
Me befel a ferly, of fairie me thoughte.
I was wery for-wandrit and wente me to reste
Undir a brood bank be a bourne side ;
And as I lay and lenide and lokide on the watris ,
10 I slomeride in a slepyng, it swighede so merye.
Thanne gan I mete a merveillous swevene ,
That I was in a wildernesse , wiste I nevere where;

Ac as I beheld in-to the est , on heigh to the sonne ,

I saigh a tour on a toft , trighely i-makid ;
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A depe dale benethe , a dungeoun there inne ,
With depe dikes and derke, and dredful of sight .

A fair feld ful of folk fand I there betwene ,
Of alle maner of men, the mene and the riche,

Worching and wandringe , as the world askith .
20 Summe putte hem to the plough , and pleighede ful selde,
In settyng and sowyng swonke ful harde

That many of thise wastores with glotonye destroigheth .
And summe putte hem to pride, aparailide hem there aftir ,

In cuntenaunce of clothing comen disgisid .
25 In preyores and penaunce putten hem manye ,
Al for love of oure Lord lyvede ful streite ,
In hope for to have hevene-riche blisse ,

As ancris and ermytes that holden hem in here sellis ,
Coveite not in cuntre to cairen aboute,
30 For no likerous liflode here likam to plese.

And somme chosen chaffare, thei cheven the betere ,
As it semith to oure sight that suche men thriven .

And somme merthis to make, as mynstrales conne ,
And gete gold with here gle, synneles, I trowe.
35 Ac japeris and jangleris , Judas children ,
Founden hem fantasies and foolis hem make ,
And have wyt at wille to wirche yif hem liste .

That Poule prechith of hem I dar not preve it here:

Qui loquitur turpiloquium is Lucferis hyne.
40 Bidderis and beggeris faste aboute yede,
Til here belyes and here bagges were bretful ycrammid ;

Fayteden for here foode, foughten at the ale;
In glotonye , God wot, go thei to bedde,

And risen up with ribaudie , tho roberdis knaves ;
45 Slepe and sleuthe sewith hem evere.

Pilgrimes and palmeris plighten hem togidere

For to seke Seint Jame and seintes at Rome;
Wenten forth in here wey with many wise talis ,
And hadde leve to leighe al here lif aftir .
50 Ermytes on an hep with hokide staves

Wenten to Walsyngham, and here wenchis aftir .
Grete lobies and longe, that loth were to swynke,

Clothide hem in copis to be knowen from othere;
Shopen hem ermytes, here ese to have.
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I fond there freris , alle the foure ordris ,
Prechinge the peple for profit of here wombe ,

Gloside the gospel as hem good likide ,
60 For coveitise of copis construide it as thei wolde.
Manye of thise maistris mowe clothe hem at lyking ,
For here mony and here marchaundise meten togidere .

Sith charite hath ben chapman, and chief to shryve lordis,
Manye ferlis han fallen in a few yeris ;
65 But holy chirche and hy holden bet togidere ,
The moste meschief on molde is mountyng up faste.

There prechide a pardoner, as he a prest were,

Broughte forth a bulle with bisshopis selis ,

And seide that hym self mighte assoile hem alle
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Of falsnesse of fastyng and of vowes broken .
Lewide men levide hym wel, and likide his speche,
Comen up knelynge to kissen his bulle ;

He bunchide hem with his brevet, and bleride here eighe ,
And raughte with his rageman ryngis and brochis .
75 Thus ye yeven youre gold glotonis to helpe ,

And levith it loselis that leccherie haunten!

But were the bisshop yblissid and worth bothe hise eris ,
His sel shulde not be sent to disseyve the peple.

It is not al be the bisshop that the boy prechith ;
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But the parissh prest and the pardoner parte the silver
That the pore peple of the parissh shulde have thei ne were.
Parsonis and parissh prestis pleynide hem to here bisshop ,

That here parissh were pore siththe the pestilence tyme,

To have a licence and leve at Lundoun to dwelle,
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To synge there for symonye, for silver is swete.
There houide an hundrit in houvis of silk ,

Serjauntis , it semide , that servide at the barre;

Pleden for penis and poundis the lawe,
And nought for love of oure Lord unlose here lippes ones.
90 Thou mightest betere mete the myst on Malverne hilles
Thanne gete a mom of here til mony were shewid .

I saugh bisshopis bolde and bacheleris of devyn
Become clerkis of acountis , the king for to serve ;

Archideknes and denis , that dignite haven
95 To preche the peple and pore men to fede,
Ben lopen to Lundoun , be leve of hire bisshopis ,
And ben clerkis of the kinges bench, the cuntre to shende .
Barouns and burgeis , and bondemen also ,
I saugh in that semble , as ye shuln here aftir ,
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Baxteris and bocheris , and breusteris manye ,
Wollene websteris , and weveris of lynen ,
Taillores and tokkeris , and tolleris bothe,
Masonis and mynours , and manye othere craftis ,
As dikeris and delveris , that doth here dede ille ,
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And driveth forth the longe day with "Dieu save , dame Emme ."
Cookis and here knaves crieth , "Hote pyes, hote!

Goode gees and gris , gowe dyne, gowe !"
Taverners to hem tolde the same,

With white wyn of Osay , and wyn of Gascoyne,
110 Of the Ryn and of the Rochel, the rost to defie .
Al this I saugh slepyng , and sevene sithes more.