confessio amantis-第44章
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Also whan he is falle in Sinne；
Him thenkth he is so ferr coupable；
That god wol noght be merciable
So gret a Sinne to foryive；
And thus he leeveth to be schrive。
And if a man in thilke throwe
Wolde him consaile； he wol noght knowe 3430
The sothe； thogh a man it finde：
For Tristesce is of such a kinde；
That forto meintiene his folie；
He hath with him Obstinacie；
Which is withinne of such a Slouthe；
That he forsaketh alle trouthe；
And wole unto no reson bowe；
And yit ne can he noght avowe
His oghne skile bot of hed：
Thus dwyneth he； til he be ded； 3440
In hindringe of his oghne astat。
For where a man is obstinat；
Wanhope folweth ate laste；
Which mai noght after longe laste；
Till Slouthe make of him an ende。
Bot god wot whider he schal wende。
Mi Sone； and riht in such manere
Ther be lovers of hevy chiere；
That sorwen mor than it is ned；
Whan thei be taried of here sped 3450
And conne noght hemselven rede；
Bot lesen hope forto spede
And stinten love to poursewe；
And thus thei faden hyde and hewe；
And lustles in here hertes waxe。
Hierof it is that I wolde axe；
If thou； mi Sone； art on of tho。
Ha； goode fader； it is so；
Outake a point； I am beknowe；
For elles I am overthrowe 3460
In al that evere ye have seid。
Mi sorwe is everemore unteid；
And secheth overal my veines；
Bot forto conseile of mi peines；
I can no bote do therto；
And thus withouten hope I go；
So that mi wittes ben empeired；
And I； as who seith； am despeired
To winne love of thilke swete；
Withoute whom； I you behiete； 3470
Min herte； that is so bestad；
Riht inly nevere mai be glad。
For be my trouthe I schal noght lie；
Of pure sorwe； which I drye
For that sche seith sche wol me noght；
With drecchinge of myn oghne thoght
In such a wanhope I am falle；
That I ne can unethes calle；
As forto speke of eny grace；
Mi ladi merci to pourchace。 3480
Bot yit I seie noght for this
That al in mi defalte it is；
For I cam nevere yit in stede；
Whan time was； that I my bede
Ne seide； and as I dorste tolde：
Bot nevere fond I that sche wolde；
For oght sche knew of min entente；
To speke a goodly word assente。
And natheles this dar I seie；
That if a sinful wolde preie 3490
To god of his foryivenesse
With half so gret a besinesse
As I have do to my ladi；
In lacke of askinge of merci
He scholde nevere come in Helle。
And thus I mai you sothli telle；
Save only that I crie and bidde；
I am in Tristesce al amidde
And fulfild of Desesperance：
And therof yif me mi penance； 3500
Min holi fader； as you liketh。
Mi Sone； of that thin herte siketh
With sorwe； miht thou noght amende；
Til love his grace wol thee sende；
For thou thin oghne cause empeirest
What time as thou thiself despeirest。
I not what other thing availeth；
Of hope whan the herte faileth；
For such a Sor is incurable；
And ek the goddes ben vengable： 3510
And that a man mai riht wel frede；
These olde bokes who so rede；
Of thing which hath befalle er this：
Now hier of what ensample it is。
Whilom be olde daies fer
Of Mese was the king Theucer；
Which hadde a kniht to Sone； Iphis：
Of love and he so maistred is；
That he hath set al his corage；
As to reguard of his lignage； 3520
Upon a Maide of lou astat。
Bot thogh he were a potestat
Of worldes good； he was soubgit
To love； and put in such a plit；
That he excedeth the mesure
Of reson； that himself assure
He can noght； for the more he preide；
The lass love on him sche leide。
He was with love unwys constreigned；
And sche with resoun was restreigned： 3530
The lustes of his herte he suieth；
And sche for dred schame eschuieth；
And as sche scholde； tok good hiede
To save and kepe hir wommanhiede。
And thus the thing stod in debat
Betwen his lust and hire astat：
He yaf； he sende； he spak be mouthe；
Bot yit for oght that evere he couthe
Unto his sped he fond no weie；
So that he caste his hope aweie； 3540
Withinne his herte and gan despeire
Fro dai to dai； and so empeire；
That he hath lost al his delit
Of lust； of Slep； of Appetit；
That he thurgh strengthe of love lasseth
His wit； and resoun overpasseth。
As he which of his lif ne rowhte；
His deth upon himself he sowhte；
So that be nyhte his weie he nam；
Ther wiste non wher he becam； 3550
The nyht was derk； ther schon no Mone；
Tofore the gates he cam sone；
Wher that this yonge Maiden was
And with this wofull word； 〃Helas！〃
Hise dedli pleintes he began
So stille that ther was noman
It herde； and thanne he seide thus：
〃O thou Cupide； o thou Venus；
Fortuned be whos ordinaunce
Of love is every mannes chaunce； 3560
Ye knowen al min hole herte；
That I ne mai your hond asterte；
On you is evere that I crie；
And yit you deigneth noght to plie；
Ne toward me youre Ere encline。
Thus for I se no medicine
To make an ende of mi querele；
My deth schal be in stede of hele。
Ha； thou mi wofull ladi diere；
Which duellest with thi fader hiere 3570
And slepest in thi bedd at ese；
Thou wost nothing of my desese。
Hou thou and I be now unmete。
Ha lord； what swevene schalt thou mete；
What dremes hast thou nou on honde？
Thou slepest there； and I hier stonde。
Thogh I no deth to the deserve；
Hier schal I for thi love sterve；
Hier schal a kinges Sone dye
For love and for no felonie； 3580
Wher thou therof have joie or sorwe；
Hier schalt thou se me ded tomorwe。
O herte hard aboven alle；
This deth； which schal to me befalle
For that thou wolt noght do me grace；
Yit schal be told in many a place；
Hou I am ded for love and trouthe
In thi defalte and in thi slouthe：
Thi Daunger schal to manye mo
Ensample be for everemo； 3590
Whan thei my wofull deth recorde。〃
And with that word he tok a Corde；
With which upon the gate tre
He hyng himself； that was pite。
The morwe cam； the nyht is gon；
Men comen out and syhe anon
Wher that this yonge lord was ded：
Ther was an hous withoute red；
For noman knew the cause why；
Ther was wepinge and ther was cry。 3600
This Maiden； whan that sche it herde；
And sih this thing hou it misferde；
Anon sche wiste what it mente；
And al the cause hou it wente
To al the world sche tolde it oute；
And preith to hem that were aboute
To take of hire the vengance；
For sche was cause of thilke chaunce；
Why that this kinges Sone is split。
Sche takth upon hirself the gilt； 3610
And is al redi to the peine
Which eny man hir wole ordeigne：
And bot if eny other wolde；
Sche seith that sche hirselve scholde
Do wreche with hire oghne hond；
Thurghout the world in every lond
That every lif therof schal speke；
Hou sche hirself i scholde wreke。
Sche wepth； sche crith； sche swouneth ofte；
Sche caste hire yhen up alofte 3620
And seide among ful pitously：
〃A godd； thou wost wel it am I；
For whom Iphis is thus besein：
Ordeine so； that men mai sein
A thousend wynter after this；
Hou such a Maiden dede amis；
And as I dede； do to me：
For I ne dede no pite
To him； which for mi love is lore；
Do no pite to me therfore。〃 3630
And with this word sche fell to grounde
Aswoune； and ther sche lay a stounde。
The goddes； whiche hir pleigntes herde
And syhe hou wofully sche ferde；
Hire lif thei toke awey anon；
And schopen hire into a Ston
After the forme of hire ymage
Of bodi bothe and of visage。
And for the merveile of this thing
Unto the place cam the king 3640
And ek the queene and manye mo；
And whan thei wisten it was so；
As I have told it heir above；
Hou that Iphis was ded for love；
Of that he hadde be refused；
Thei hielden alle men excused
And wondren upon the vengance。
And forto kepe in remembrance；
This faire ymage mayden liche
With compaignie noble and riche 3650
With torche and gret sollempnite。
To Salamyne the Cite
Thei lede； and carie forth withal
The dede corps； and sein it schal
Beside thilke ymage have
His sepulture and be begrave：
This corps and this ymage thus
Into the Cite to Venus；
Wher that goddesse hire temple hadde；
Togedre bothe tuo thei ladde。 3660
This ilke ymage as for miracle
Was set upon an hyh pinacle；
That alle men it mihte knowe；
And under tht thei maden lowe
A tumbe riche for the nones
Of marbre and ek of jaspre stones；
Wherin this Iphis was beloken；
That evermor it schal be spoken。
And for men schal the sothe wite；
Thei have here epitaphe write； 3670
As thing which scholde abide stable：
The lettres graven in a table
Of marbre were and seiden this：
〃Hier lith； which slowh himself； Iphis；
For love of Araxarathen：
And in ensample of tho wommen；
That soffren men to deie so；
Hire forme a man mai sen also；
Hou it is torned fleissh and bon
Into the figure of a Ston： 3680
He was to neysshe and sche to hard。
Be war forthi hierafterward；
Ye men and wommen bothe tuo；
Ensampleth you of that was tho：
Lo thus； mi Sone； as I thee seie；
It grieveth be diverse weie
In desepeir a man to falle；
Which is the laste branche of alle
Of Slouthe； as thou hast herd devise。
Wherof that thou thiself avise 3690
Good is； er that thou be deceived；
Wher that the grace of hope is weyved。
Mi fader； hou so that it stonde；
Now have I pleinly understonde
Of Slouthes court the proprete；
Wherof touchende in my degre
For evere I thenke to be war。
Bot overthis； so as I dar；
With al min herte I you beseche；
That ye me wolde enforme and teche 3700
What ther is more of youre aprise
In love als wel as otherwise；
So that I mai me clene schryve。
Mi Sone； whyl thou art alyve
And hast also thi fulle mynde；
Among the vices whiche I finde
Ther is yit on such of the sevene；
Which al this world hath set unevene
And causeth manye thinges wronge；
Where he the cause hath underfonge： 3710
Wherof hierafter thou schalt hiere
The forme bothe and the matiere。
Explicit Liber Quartus。
Incipit Liber Quintus
Obstat auaricia nature legibus； et que
Largus amor poscit； striccius illa vetat。
Omne quod est nimium viciosum dicitur aurum；
Vellera sicut oues； seruat auarus opes。
Non decet vt soli seruabitur es； set amori
Debet homo solam solus habere suam。
Ferst whan the hyhe god began
This world； and that the kinde of man
Was falle into no gret encress；
For worldes good tho was no press；
Bot al was set to the comune。
Thei spieken thanne of no fortune
Or forto lese or forto winne；
Til Avarice broghte it inne；
And that was whan the world was woxe
Of man； of hors； of Schep； of Oxe； 10
And that men knewen the moneie。
Tho wente pes out of the weie
And werre cam on every side；
Which alle love leide aside
And of comun his propre made；
So that in stede of schovele and spade
The scharpe swerd was take on honde；
And in this wise it cam to londe；
Wherof men maden dyches depe
And hyhe walles forto kepe 20
The gold which Avarice encloseth。
Bot al to lytel him supposeth；
Thogh he mihte al the world pourchace；
For what thing that he may embrace
Of gold； of catel or of lond；
He let it nevere out of his hond；
Bot get him more and halt it faste；
As thogh the world scholde evere laste。
So is he lych unto the helle；
For as these olde bokes telle； 30
What comth therinne； lasse or more；
It schal departe neveremore：
Thus whanne he hath his cofre loken；
It schal noght after ben unstoken；
Bot whanne him list to have a syhte
Of gold； hou that it schyneth brihte；
That he th
