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As I first brought, it is well in my mind,

It was my wretched clothes, nothing fair,

The which to me were hard now for to find.

O goode God! how gentle and how kind

Ye seemed by your speech and your visage,

The day that maked was our marriage!

 

"But sooth is said, -- algate* I find it true,          *at all events

For in effect it proved is on me, -–

Love is not old as when that it is new.

But certes, Lord, for no adversity,

To dien in this case, it shall not be

That e'er in word or work I shall repent

That I you gave mine heart in whole intent.

 

"My Lord, ye know that in my father's place

Ye did me strip out of my poore weed,*                          *raiment

And richely ye clad me of your grace;

To you brought I nought elles, out of dread,

But faith, and nakedness, and maidenhead;

And here again your clothing I restore,

And eke your wedding ring for evermore.

"The remnant of your jewels ready be

Within your chamber, I dare safely sayn:

Naked out of my father's house," quoth she,

"I came, and naked I must turn again.

All your pleasance would I follow fain:*                   *cheerfully

But yet I hope it be not your intent

That smockless* I out of your palace went.                       *naked

 

"Ye could not do so dishonest* a thing,                 *dishonourable

That thilke* womb, in which your children lay,                    *that

Shoulde before the people, in my walking,

Be seen all bare: and therefore I you pray,

Let me not like a worm go by the way:

Remember you, mine owen Lord so dear,

I was your wife, though I unworthy were.

 

"Wherefore, in guerdon* of my maidenhead,                      *reward

Which that I brought and not again I bear,

As vouchesafe to give me to my meed*                            *reward

But such a smock as I was wont to wear,

That I therewith may wrie* the womb of her                       *cover

That was your wife: and here I take my leave

Of you, mine owen Lord, lest I you grieve."

 

"The smock," quoth he, "that thou hast on thy back,

Let it be still, and bear it forth with thee."

But well unnethes* thilke word he spake,              *with difficulty

But went his way for ruth and for pity.

Before the folk herselfe stripped she,

And in her smock, with foot and head all bare,

Toward her father's house forth is she fare.*                     *gone

 

The folk her follow'd weeping on her way,

And fortune aye they cursed as they gon:*                           *go

But she from weeping kept her eyen drey,*                          *dry

Nor in this time worde spake she none.

Her father, that this tiding heard anon,

Cursed the day and time, that nature

Shope* him to be a living creature.                  *formed, ordained

 

For, out of doubt, this olde poore man

Was ever in suspect of her marriage:

For ever deem'd he, since it first began,

That when the lord *fulfill'd had his corage,* *had gratified his whim*

He woulde think it were a disparage*                    *disparagement

To his estate, so low for to alight,

And voide* her as soon as e'er he might.                        *dismiss

 

Against* his daughter hastily went he                          *to meet

(For he by noise of folk knew her coming),

And with her olde coat, as it might be,

He cover'd her, full sorrowfully weeping:

But on her body might he it not bring,

For rude was the cloth, and more of age

By dayes fele* than at her marriage.                        *many <11>

 

Thus with her father for a certain space

Dwelled this flow'r of wifely patience,

That neither by her words nor by her face,

Before the folk nor eke in their absence,

Ne shewed she that her was done offence,

Nor of her high estate no remembrance

Ne hadde she, *as by* her countenance.                 *to judge from*

 

No wonder is, for in her great estate

Her ghost* was ever in plein** humility;                *spirit **full

No tender mouth, no hearte delicate,

No pomp, and no semblant of royalty;

But full of patient benignity,

Discreet and prideless, aye honourable,

And to her husband ever meek and stable.

 

Men speak of Job, and most for his humbless,

As clerkes, when them list, can well indite,

Namely* of men; but, as in soothfastness,                *particularly

Though clerkes praise women but a lite,*                        *little

There can no man in humbless him acquite

As women can, nor can be half so true

As women be, *but it be fall of new.*            *unless it has lately come to pass*

 

*Pars Sexta*                                               *Sixth Part*

 

From Bologn' is the earl of Panic' come,

Of which the fame up sprang to more and less;

And to the people's eares all and some

Was know'n eke, that a newe marchioness

He with him brought, in such pomp and richess

That never was there seen with manne's eye

So noble array in all West Lombardy.

The marquis, which that shope* and knew all this,             *arranged

Ere that the earl was come, sent his message*               *messenger

For thilke poore sely* Griseldis;                            *innocent

And she, with humble heart and glad visage,

Nor with no swelling thought in her corage,*                     *mind

Came at his hest,* and on her knees her set,                   *command

And rev'rently and wisely she him gret.*                       *greeted

 

"Griseld'," quoth he, "my will is utterly,

This maiden, that shall wedded be to me,

Received be to-morrow as royally

As it possible is in my house to be;

And eke that every wight in his degree

Have *his estate* in sitting and service,             *what befits his

And in high pleasance, as I can devise.                     condition*

 

"I have no women sufficient, certain,

The chambers to array in ordinance

After my lust;* and therefore would I fain                    *pleasure

That thine were all such manner governance:

Thou knowest eke of old all my pleasance;

Though thine array be bad, and ill besey,*            *poor to look on

*Do thou thy devoir at the leaste way."*        * do your duty