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Incipit tercia pars.
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Ther fil, as it bifalleth tymes mo, | |
450 | Whan that this child had souked but a throwe, |
This markys in his herte longeth so | |
To tempte his wyf, hir sadnesse for to knowe, | |
That he ne myghte out of his herte throwe | |
This merveillous desir his wyf t'assaye. | |
455 | Nedelees, God woot, he thoghte hir for t'affraye. |
He hadde assayed hir ynogh bifore, | |
And foond hir evere good; what neded it | |
Hir for to tempte and alwey moore and moore? | |
Though som men preise it for a subtil wit, | |
460 | But as for me, I seye that yvele it sit |
To assaye a wyf, whan that it is no nede, | |
And putten hir in angwyssh and in drede. |
For which this markys wroghte in this manere; | |
He cam allone a-nyght, ther as she lay, | |
465 | With stierne face and with ful trouble cheere, |
And seyde thus, "Grisilde," quod he, "that day | |
That I yow took out of your povere array, | |
And putte yow in estaat of heigh noblesse, - | |
Ye have nat that forgeten, as I gesse. |
470 | I seye, Grisilde, this present dignitee |
In which that I have put yow, as I trowe | |
Maketh yow nat foryetful for to be | |
That I yow took in povre estaat ful lowe | |
For any wele ye moot youreselven knowe. | |
475 | Taak heede of every word that y yow seye, |
Ther is no wight that hereth it but we tweye. |
Ye woot yourself wel how that ye cam heere | |
Into this hous, it is nat longe ago. | |
And though to me that ye be lief and deere, | |
480 | Unto my gentils ye be no thyng so. |
They seyn, to hem it is greet shame and wo | |
For to be subgetz, and to been in servage, | |
To thee, that born art of a smal village. |
And namely, sith thy doghter was ybore, | |
485 | Thise wordes han they spoken, doutelees; |
But I desire, as I have doon bifore, | |
To lyve my lyf with hem in reste and pees. | |
I may nat in this caas be recchelees; | |
I moot doon with thy doghter for the beste, | |
490 | Nat as I wolde, but as my peple leste. |
And yet God woot, this is ful looth to me; | |
But nathelees, withoute youre wityng | |
I wol nat doon, but this wol I," quod he, | |
"That ye to me assente as in this thyng. | |
495 | Shewe now youre pacience in youre werkyng, |
That ye me highte and swore in youre village, | |
That day that maked was oure mariage." |
Whan she had herd al this, she noght ameved | |
Neither in word, or chiere, or countenaunce; | |
500 | For as it semed she was nat agreved. |
She seyde, "Lord, al lyth in youre plesaunce, | |
My child, and I, with hertely obeisaunce | |
Been youres al, and ye mowe save and spille | |
Youre owene thyng, werketh after youre wille. |
505 | Ther may no thyng, God so my soule save, |
Liken to yow, that may displese me, | |
Ne I ne desire no thyng for to have, | |
Ne drede for to leese, save oonly yee; | |
This wyl is in myn herte, and ay shal be; | |
510 | No lengthe of tyme or deeth may this deface, |
Ne chaunge my corage to another place." |
Glad was this markys of hir answeryng, | |
But yet he feyned as he were nat so. | |
Al drery was his cheere and his lookyng, | |
515 | Whan that he sholde out of the chambre go. |
Soone after this, a furlong wey or two, | |
He prively hath toold al his entente | |
Unto a man, and to his wyf hym sente. |
A maner sergeant was this privee man, | |
520 | The which that feithful ofte he founden hadde |
In thynges grete, and eek swich folk wel kan | |
Doon execucioun on thynges badde. | |
The lord knew wel that he hym loved and dradde;- | |
And whan this sergeant wiste the lordes wille, | |
525 | Into the chambre he stalked hym ful stille. |
"Madame," he seyde, "ye moote foryeve it me, | |
Though I do thyng to which I am constreyned, | |
Ye been so wys, that ful wel knowe ye | |
That lordes heestes mowe nat been yfeyned, | |
530 | They mowe wel been biwailled and compleyned, |
But men moote nede unto hir lust obeye; | |
And so wol I, ther is namoore to seye. |
This child I am comanded for to take." | |
And spak namoore, but out the child he hente | |
535 | Despitously, and gan a cheere make |
As though he wolde han slayn it er he wente. | |
Grisildis moot al suffren and consente; | |
And as a lamb she sitteth meke and stille, | |
And leet this crueel sergeant doon his wille. |
540 | Suspecious was the diffame of this man, |
Suspect his face, suspect his word also, | |
Suspect the tyme in which he this bigan. | |
Allas, hir doghter that she loved so! | |
She wende he wolde han slawen it right tho; | |
545 | But nathelees she neither weep ne syked, |
Conformynge hir to that the markys lyked. |
But atte laste speken she bigan, | |
And mekely she to the sergeant preyde, | |
So as he was a worthy gentil man, | |
550 | That she moste kisse hire child, er that it deyde, |
And in hir barm this litel child she leyde, | |
With ful sad face, and gan the child to kisse, | |
And lulled it, and after gan it blisse. |
And thus she seyde in hir benigne voys, | |
555 | "Fareweel, my child, I shal thee nevere see, |
But sith I thee have marked with the croys | |
Of thilke Fader blessed moote thou be, | |
That for us deyde upon a croys of tree. | |
Thy soule, litel child, I hym bitake, | |
560 | For this nyght shaltow dyen for my sake." |
I trowe, that to a norice in this cas | |
It had been hard this reuthe for to se; | |
Wel myghte a mooder thanne han cryd `allas!' | |
But nathelees so sad and stidefast was she, | |
565 | That she endured al adversitee, |
And to the sergeant mekely she sayde, | |
"Have heer agayn your litel yonge mayde." |
"Gooth now," quod she, "and dooth my lordes heeste; | |
But o thyng wol I prey yow of youre grace, | |
570 | That, but my lord forbad yow atte leeste, |
Burieth this litel body in son place | |
That beestes ne no briddes it torace." | |
But he no word wol to that purpos seye, | |
But took the child, and wente upon his weye. |
575 | This sergeant cam unto his lord ageyn, |
And of Grisildis wordes and hire cheere | |
He tolde hym point for point, in short and pleyn, | |
And hym presenteth with his doghter deere. | |
Somwhat this lord hath routhe in his manere, | |
580 | But nathelees his purpos heeld he stille, |
As lordes doon whan they wol han hir wille; |
And bad his sergeant, that he pryvely | |
Sholde this child ful softe wynde and wrappe, | |
With alle circumstances tendrely, | |
585 | And carie it in a cofre or in a lappe, |
But, upon peyne his heed of for to swappe | |
That no man sholde knowe of his entente, | |
Ne whenne he cam, ne whider that he wente. |
But at Boloigne to his suster deere, | |
590 | That thilke tyme of Panik was countesse, |
He sholde it take, and shewe hir this mateere, | |
Bisekynge hir to doon hir bisynesse | |
This child to fostre in alle gentillesse, | |
And whos child that it was, he bad hire hyde | |
595 | From every wight, for oght that may bityde. |
The sergeant gooth, and hath fulfild this thyng, | |
But to this markys now retourne we, | |
For now gooth he ful faste ymaginyng, | |
If by his wyves cheere he myghte se | |
600 | Or by hir word aperceyve that she |
Were chaunged, but he nevere hir koude fynde, | |
But evere in oon ylike sad and kynde. |
As glad, as humble, as bisy in servyse, | |
And eek in love, as she was wont to be, | |
605 | Was she to hym in every maner wyse, |
Ne of hir doghter noght a word spak she. | |
Noon accident for noon adversitee | |
Was seyn in hire, ne nevere hir doghter name | |
Ne nempned she, in ernest nor in game. |
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