| I trowe men wolde deme it necligence, |
| If I foryete to tellen the dispence |
1025 | Of Theseus, that gooth so bisily |
| To maken up the lystes roially; |
| That swich a noble theatre as it was, |
| I dar wel seyen, in this world ther nas. |
| The circuit a myle was aboute, |
1030 | Walled of stoon, and dyched al withoute. |
| Round was the shap, in manere of compas, |
| Ful of degrees the heighte of sixty pas, |
| That whan a man was set on o degree, |
| He lette nat his felawe for to see. |
1035 |
Estward ther stood a gate of marbul whit, |
| Westward, right swich another in the opposit; |
| And shortly to concluden, swich a place |
| Was noon in erthe, as in so litel space. |
| For in the lond ther was no crafty man |
1040 | That geometrie or ars-metrike kan, |
| Ne portreytour, ne kervere of ymages, |
| That Theseus ne yaf him mete and wages, |
| The theatre for to maken and devyse. |
| And for to doon his ryte and sacrifise, |
1045 | He estward hath upon the gate above, |
| In worshipe of Venus, goddesse of love, |
| Doon make an auter and an oratorie. |
| And on the gate westward, in memorie |
| Of Mars, he maked hath right swich another, |
1050 | That coste largely of gold a fother. |
| And northward, in a touret on the wal |
| Of alabastre whit, and reed coral, |
| An oratorie, riche for to see, |
| In worshipe of Dyane, of chastitee, |
1055 | Hath Theseus doon wroght in noble wyse. |
1060 |
First in the temple of Venus maystow se |
| Wroght on the wal, ful pitous to biholde, |
| The broken slepes and the sikes colde, |
| The sacred teeris and the waymentynge, |
| The firy strokes, and the desirynge |
1065 | That loves servantz in this lyf enduren; |
| The othes that her covenantz assuren; |
| Plesaunce and Hope, Desir, Foolhardynesse, |
| Beautee and Youthe, Bauderie, Richesse, |
| Charmes and Force, Lesynges, Flaterye, |
1070 | Despense, Bisynesse, and Jalousye, |
| That wered of yelewe gooldes a gerland, |
| And a cokkow sittynge on hir hand; |
| Festes, instrumentz, caroles, daunces, |
| Lust and array, and alle the circumstaunces |
1075 | Of love, whiche that I rekned, and rekne shal, |
| By ordre weren peynted on the wal, |
| And mo than I kan make of mencioun; |
| For soothly, al the mount of Citheroun, |
| Ther Venus hath hir principal dwellynge, |
1080 | Was shewed on the wal in portreyynge, |
| With al the gardyn and the lustynesse. |
| Nat was foryeten the Porter Ydelnesse, |
| Ne Narcisus the faire, of yore agon, |
| Ne yet the folye of kyng Salamon, |
1085 | And eek the grete strengthe of Ercules - |
| Th'enchauntementz of Medea and Circes - |
| Ne of Turnus, with the hardy fiers corage, |
| The riche Cresus, kaytyf in servage. |
| Thus may ye seen, that wysdom ne richesse, |
1090 | Beautee ne sleighte, strengthe ne hardynesse, |
| Ne may with Venus holde champartie, |
| For as hir list, the world than may she gye. |
| Lo, alle thise folk so caught were in hir las, |
| Til they for wo ful ofte seyde "allas!" |
1095 | Suffiseth heere ensamples oon or two- |
| And, though, I koude rekene a thousand mo. |
|
The statue of Venus, glorious for to se, |
| Was naked, fletynge in the large see, |
| And fro the navele doun al covered was |
1100 | With wawes grene, and brighte as any glas. |
| A citole in hir right hand hadde she, |
| And on hir heed, ful semely for to se, |
| A rose gerland, fressh and wel smellynge; |
| Above hir heed hir dowves flikerynge. |
1105 | Biforn hir stood hir sone Cupido, |
| Upon his shuldres wynges hadde he two, |
| And blynd he was, as it was often seene. |
| A bowe he bar, and arwes brighte and kene. |
|
First on the wal was peynted a forest |
| In which ther dwelleth neither man ne best, |
| With knotty, knarry, bareyne trees olde, |
1120 | Of stubbes sharpe and hidouse to biholde, |
| In which ther ran a rumbel and a swough |
| As though a storm sholde bresten every bough. |
| And dounward from an hille, under a bente, |
| Ther stood the temple of Mars Armypotente, |
1125 | Wroght al of burned steel, of which the entree |
| Was long and streit, and gastly for to see, |
| And therout came a rage and suche a veze, |
| That it made al the gate for to rese. |
| The northren lyght in at the dores shoon, |
1130 | For wyndowe on the wal ne was ther noon, |
| Thurgh which men myghten any light discerne. |
| The dore was al of adamant eterne, |
| Yclenched overthwart and endelong |
| With iren tough, and for to make it strong |
1135 | Every pyler, the temple to sustene, |
| Was tonne-greet of iren bright and shene. |
|
Ther saugh I first the dirke ymaginyng |
| Of Felonye, and al the compassyng, |
| The crueel Ire, reed as any gleede, |
1140 | The pykepurs, and eek the pale Drede, |
| The smylere with the knyf under the cloke, |
| The shepne brennynge with the blake smoke, |
| The tresoun of the mordrynge in the bedde, |
| The open werre, with woundes al bibledde; |
1145 | Contek, with blody knyf and sharp manace, |
| Al ful of chirkyng was that sory place. |
| The sleere of hymself yet saugh I ther, |
| His herte-blood hath bathed al his heer; |
| The nayl ydryven in the shode anyght, |
1150 | The colde deeth, with mouth gapyng upright. |
| Amyddes of the temple sat Meschaunce, |
| With Disconfort and Sory Contenaunce. |
| Yet saugh I Woodnesse laughynge in his rage, |
| Armed Compleint, Outhees, and fiers Outrage; |
1155 | The careyne in the busk with throte ycorve, |
| A thousand slayn, and nat of qualm ystorve, |
| The tiraunt with the pray by force yraft, |
| The toun destroyed, ther was nothyng laft. |
| Yet saugh I brent the shippes hoppesteres, |
1160 | The hunte strangled with the wilde beres, |
| The sowe freten the child right in the cradel, |
| The cook yscalded, for al his longe ladel. |
| Noght was foryeten by the infortune of Marte, |
| The cartere overryden with his carte, |
1165 | Under the wheel ful lowe he lay adoun. |
| Ther were also, of Martes divisioun, |
| The barbour, and the bocher, and the smyth |
| That forgeth sharpe swerdes on his styth. |
| And al above, depeynted in a tour, |
1170 | Saugh I Conquest sittynge in greet honour, |
| With the sharpe swerd over his heed |
| Hangynge by a soutil twyned threed. |
| Depeynted was the slaughtre of Julius, |
| Of grete Nero, and of Antonius; |
1175 | Al be that thilke tyme they were unborn, |
| Yet was hir deth depeynted ther-biforn |
| By manasynge of Mars, right by figure; |
| So was it shewed in that portreiture, |
| As is depeynted in the sterres above |
1180 | Who shal be slayn or elles deed for love. |
| Suffiseth oon ensample in stories olde, |
| I may nat rekene hem alle though I wolde. |
|
The statue of Mars upon a carte stood |
| Armed, and looked grym as he were wood, |
1185 | And over his heed ther shynen two figures |
| Of sterres, that been cleped in scriptures |
| That oon Puella, that oother Rubeus. |
| This god of armes was arrayed thus: |
| A wolf ther stood biforn hym at his feet, |
1190 | With eyen rede, and of a man he eet. |
| With soutil pencel was depeynt this storie, |
| In redoutynge of Mars and of his glorie. |
|
Now to the temple of Dyane the chaste |
| As shortly as I kan I wol me haste, |
1195 | To telle yow al the descripsioun. |
| Depeynted been the walles up and doun |
| Of huntyng and of shamefast chastitee. |
| Ther saugh I, how woful Calistopee |
| Whan that Diane agreved was with here, |
1200 | Was turned from a womman til a bere, |
| And after was she maad the loode-sterre. |
| Thus was it peynted, I kan sey yow no ferre- |
| Hir sone is eek a sterre, as men may see. |
| Ther saugh I Dane, yturned til a tree, |
1205 | I mene nat the goddesse Diane, |
| But Penneus doughter, which that highte Dane. |
| Ther saugh I Attheon an hert ymaked, |
| For vengeaunce that he saugh Diane al naked. |
| I saugh how that hise houndes have hym caught |
1210 | And freeten hym, for that they knewe hym naught. |
| Yet peynted was a litel forther moor |
| How Atthalante hunted the wilde boor, |
| And Meleagree, and many another mo, |
| For which Dyane wroghte hym care and wo. |
1215 | Ther saugh I many another wonder storie, |
| The which me list nat drawen to memorie. |
|
This goddesse on an hert ful hye seet, |
| With smale houndes al aboute hir feet; |
| And undernethe hir feet she hadde a moone, |
1220 | Wexynge it was, and sholde wanye soone. |
| In gaude grene hir statue clothed was, |
| With bowe in honde, and arwes in a cas. |
| Hir eyen caste she ful lowe adoun, |
| Ther Pluto hath his derke regioun. |
1225 | A womman travaillynge was hir biforn; |
| But for hir child so longe was unborn |
| Ful pitously Lucyna gan she calle, |
| And seyde, "Help, for thou mayst best of alle!" |
| Wel koude he peynten lyfly, that it wroghte, |
1230 | With many a floryn he the hewes boghte. |
|
The day approcheth of hir retournynge, |
| That everich sholde an hundred knyghtes brynge |
| The bataille to darreyne, as I yow tolde. |
1240 | And til Atthenes, hir covenantz for to holde, |
| Hath everich of hem broght an hundred knyghtes, |
| Wel armed for the werre at alle rightes. |
| And sikerly, ther trowed many a man, |
| That nevere sithen, that the world bigan, |
1245 | As for to speke of knyghthod of hir hond, |
| As fer as God hath maked see or lond, |
| Nas of so fewe so noble a compaignye. |
| For every wight that lovede chivalrye, |
| And wolde, his thankes, han a passant name, |
1250 | Hath preyed that he myghte been of that game; |
| And wel was hym that therto chosen was. |
| For if ther fille tomorwe swich a cas |
| Ye knowen wel, that every lusty knyght |
| That loveth paramours, and hath his myght, |
1255 | Were it in Engelond or elles where, |
| They wolde, hir thankes, wilnen to be there, |
| To fighte for a lady, benedicitee! |
| It were a lusty sighte for to see. |
|
And right so ferden they with Palamon, |
1260 | With hym ther wenten knyghtes many on. |
| Som wol ben armed in an haubergeoun, |
| In a bristplate, and in a light gypoun, |
| And som wol have a paire plates large, |
| And som wol have a Pruce sheeld, or a targe, |
1265 | Som wol ben armed on hir legges weel, |
| And have an ax, and somme a mace of steel. |
| Ther is no newe gyse, that it nas old; |
| Armed were they, as I have yow told, |
| Everych after his opinioun. |
1270 |
Ther maistow seen comyng with Palamoun, |
| Lygurge hym-self, the grete kyng of Trace. |
| Blak was his berd, and manly was his face, |
| The cercles of hise eyen in his heed, |
| They gloweden bitwyxen yelow and reed, |
1275 | And lik a grifphon looked he aboute, |
| With kempe heeris on hise browes stoute, |
| Hise lymes grete, hise brawnes harde and stronge, |
| Hise shuldres brode, hise armes rounde and longe; |
| And as the gyse was in his contree, |
1280 | Ful hye upon a chaar of gold stood he, |
| With foure white boles in the trays. |
| In stede of cote-armure, over his harnays |
| With nayles yelewe and brighte as any gold |
| He hadde a beres skyn, col-blak, for old; |
1285 | His longe heer was kembd bihynde his bak, |
| As any ravenes fethere it shoon for-blak. |
| A wrethe of gold arm-greet, of huge wighte, |
| Upon his heed, set ful of stones brighte, |
| Of fyne rubyes and of dyamauntz. |
1290 | Aboute his chaar ther wenten white alauntz, |
| Twenty and mo, as grete as any steer, |
| To hunten at the leoun or the deer, |
| And folwed hym, with mosel faste ybounde, |
| Colored of gold, and tourettes fyled rounde. |
1295 | An hundred lordes hadde he in his route, |
| Armed ful wel, with hertes stierne and stoute. |
|
With Arcita, in stories as men fynde, |
| The grete Emetreus, the kyng of Inde, |
| Upon a steede bay, trapped in steel, |
1300 | Covered in clooth of gold dyapred weel, |
| Cam ridynge lyk the god of armes, Mars. |
| His cote-armure was of clooth of Tars, |
| Couched with perles white and rounde and grete. |
| His sadel was of brend gold newe ybete; |
1305 | A mantelet upon his shuldre hangynge |
| Bret-ful of rubyes rede, as fyr sparklynge. |
| His crispe heer lyk rynges was yronne, |
| And that was yelow, and glytered as the sonne. |
| His nose was heigh, hise eyen bright citryn, |
1310 | Hise lippes rounde, his colour was sangwyn; |
| A fewe frakenes in his face yspreynd, |
| Bitwixen yelow and somdel blak ymeynd, |
| And as a leoun he his looking caste. |
| Of fyve and twenty yeer his age I caste; |
1315 | His berd was wel bigonne for to sprynge, |
| His voys was as a trompe thonderynge. |
| Upon his heed he wered of laurer grene |
| A gerland, fressh and lusty for to sene. |
| Upon his hand he bar for his deduyt |
1320 | An egle tame, as any lilye whyt. |
| An hundred lordes hadde he with hym there, |
| Al armed, save hir heddes, in al hir gere, |
| Ful richely in alle maner thynges. |
| For trusteth wel, that dukes, erles, kynges, |
1325 | Were gadered in this noble compaignye, |
| For love, and for encrees of chivalrye. |
| Aboute this kyng ther ran on every part |
| Ful many a tame leoun and leopard, |
| And in this wise thise lordes, alle and some |
1330 | Been on the sonday to the citee come, |
| Aboute pryme, and in the toun alight. |
|
The mynstralcye, the service at the feeste, |
1340 | The grete yiftes to the mooste and leeste, |
| The riche array of Theseus paleys, |
| Ne who sat first ne last upon the deys, |
| What ladyes fairest been, or best daunsynge, |
| Or which of hem kan dauncen best and synge, |
1345 | Ne who moost felyngly speketh of love, |
| What haukes sitten on the perche above, |
| What houndes liggen in the floor adoun- |
| Of al this make I now no mencioun; |
| But, al th'effect, that thynketh me the beste, |
1350 | Now cometh the point, and herkneth if yow leste. |
|
The Sonday nyght, er day bigan to sprynge, |
| Whan Palamon the larke herde synge, |
| (Al though it nere nat day by houres two, |
| Yet song the larke) and Palamon right tho. |
1355 | With hooly herte and with an heigh corage |
| He roos, to wenden on his pilgrymage, |
| Unto the blisful Citherea benigne, |
| I mene Venus, honurable and digne. |
| And in hir houre he walketh forth a pas |
1360 | Unto the lystes, ther hire temple was, |
| And doun he kneleth, with ful humble cheere, |
| And herte soor, and seyde in this manere. |
|
"Faireste of faire, O lady myn, Venus, |
| Doughter to Jove, and spouse of Vulcanus, |
1365 | Thow glader of the Mount of Citheron, |
| For thilke love thow haddest to Adoon, |
| Have pitee of my bittre teeris smerte, |
| And taak myn humble preyere at thyn herte. |
| Allas, I ne have no langage to telle |
1370 | Th'effectes, ne the tormentz of myn helle! |
| Myn herte may myne harmes nat biwreye, |
| I am so confus that I kan noght seye. |
| But 'Mercy, lady bright! that knowest weele |
| My thought, and seest what harmes that I feele.' |
1375 | Considere al this, and rewe upon my soore, |
| As wisly, as I shal for everemoore, |
| Emforth my myght, thy trewe servant be, |
| And holden werre alwey with chastitee. |
| That make I myn avow, so ye me helpe. |
1380 | I kepe noght of armes for to yelpe, |
| Ne I ne axe nat tomorwe to have victorie, |
| Ne renoun in this cas, ne veyne glorie |
| Of pris of armes blowen up and doun, |
| But I wolde have fully possessioun |
1385 | Of Emelye, and dye in thy servyse. |
| Fynd thow the manere how, and in what wyse- |
| I recche nat, but it may bettre be |
| To have victorie of hem, or they of me- |
| So that I have my lady in myne armes. |
1390 | For though so be, that Mars is god of armes, |
| Youre vertu is so greet in hevene above |
| That if yow list, I shal wel have my love. |
| Thy temple wol I worshipe everemo, |
| And on thyn auter, where I ride or go, |
1395 | I wol doon sacrifice and fires beete. |
| And if ye wol nat so, my lady sweete, |
| Thanne preye I thee, tomorwe with a spere |
| That Arcita me thurgh the herte bere. |
| Thanne rekke I noght, whan I have lost my lyf, |
1400 | Though that Arcita wynne hir to his wyf. |
| This is th'effect and ende of my preyere, |
| Yif me my love, thow blisful lady deere!" |
|
Whan the orison was doon of Palamon, |
| His sacrifice he dide, and that anon, |
1405 | Ful pitously with alle circumstaunces, |
| Al telle I noght as now his observaunces. |
| But atte laste, the statue of Venus shook, |
| And made a signe wherby that he took |
| That his preyere accepted was that day. |
1410 | For thogh the signe shewed a delay, |
| Yet wiste he wel that graunted was his boone, |
| And with glad herte he wente hym hoom ful soone. |
|
The thridde houre inequal, that Palamon |
| Bigan to Venus temple for to gon, |
1415 | Up roos the sonne, and up roos Emelye, |
| And to the temple of Dyane gan hye. |
| Hir maydens that she thider with hir ladde, |
| Ful redily with hem the fyr they ladde, |
| Th'encens, the clothes, and the remenant al |
1420 | That to the sacrifice longen shal. |
| The hornes fulle of meeth, as was the gyse, |
| Ther lakked noght to doon hir sacrifise, |
| Smokynge the temple, ful of clothes faire. |
| This Emelye, with herte debonaire, |
1425 | Hir body wessh with water of a welle- |
| But how she dide hir ryte I dar nat telle, |
| But it be any thing in general; |
| And yet it were a game to heeren al, |
| To hym that meneth wel it were no charge, |
1430 | But it is good a man been at his large.- |
| Hir brighte heer was kembd, untressed al, |
| A coroune of a grene ook cerial |
| Upon hir heed was set, ful fair and meete. |
| Two fyres on the auter gan she beete, |
1435 | And dide hir thynges as men may biholde |
| In Stace of Thebes, and thise bookes olde. |
| Whan kyndled was the fyr, with pitous cheere |
| Unto Dyane she spak as ye may heere. |
|
"O chaste goddesse of the wodes grene, |
1440 | To whom bothe hevene and erthe and see is sene, |
| Queene of the regne of Pluto derk and lowe, |
| Goddesse of maydens, that myn herte hast knowe |
| Ful many a yeer, and woost what I desire, |
| As keep me fro thy vengeaunce and thyn ire, |
1445 | That Attheon aboughte cruelly. |
| Chaste goddesse, wel wostow that I |
| Desire to ben a mayden al my lyf, |
| Ne nevere wol I be no love ne wyf. |
| I am, thow woost, yet of thy compaignye, |
1450 | A mayde, and love huntynge and venerye, |
| And for to walken in the wodes wilde, |
| And noght to ben a wyf, and be with childe. |
| Noght wol I knowe the compaignye of man; |
| Now helpe me, lady, sith ye may and kan, |
1455 | For tho thre formes that thou hast in thee. |
| And Palamon, that hath swich love to me, |
| And eek Arcite, that loveth me so soore, |
| This grace I preye thee, withoute moore, |
| As sende love and pees bitwixe hem two, |
1460 | And fro me turne awey hir hertes so, |
| That al hir hoote love and hir desir, |
| And al hir bisy torment and hir fir, |
| Be queynt, or turned in another place. |
| And if so be thou wolt do me no grace, |
1465 | And if my destynee be shapen so |
| That I shal nedes have oon of hem two, |
| As sende me hym that moost desireth me. |
| Bihoold, goddesse, of clene chastitee, |
| The bittre teeris that on my chekes falle. |
1470 | Syn thou art mayde and kepere of us alle, |
| My maydenhede thou kepe and wel conserve, |
| And whil I lyve a mayde, I wol thee serve." |
|
The fires brenne upon the auter cleere, |
| Whil Emelye was thus in hir preyere; |
1475 | But sodeynly she saugh a sighte queynte, |
| For right anon oon of the fyres queynte, |
| And quyked agayn, and after that anon |
| That oother fyr was queynt and al agon; |
| And as it queynte, it made a whistelynge |
1480 | As doon thise wete brondes in hir brennynge; |
| And at the brondes ende out ran anon |
| As it were blody dropes many oon; |
| For which so soore agast was Emelye |
| That she was wel ny mad, and gan to crye; |
1485 | For she ne wiste what it signyfied. |
| But oonly for the feere thus hath she cried, |
| And weep that it was pitee for to heere. |
| And therwithal Dyane gan appeere, |
| With bowe in honde, right as an hunteresse, |
1490 | And seyde, "Doghter, stynt thyn hevynesse. |
| Among the goddes hye it is affermed, |
| And by eterne word writen and confermed, |
| Thou shalt ben wedded unto oon of tho |
| That han for thee so muchel care and wo. |
1495 | But unto which of hem I may nat telle, |
| Farwel, for I ne may no lenger dwelle. |
| The fires whiche that on myn auter brenne |
| Shule thee declaren, er that thou go henne, |
| Thyn aventure of love, as in this cas." |
1500 | And with that word, the arwes in the caas |
| Of the goddesse clateren faste and rynge, |
| And forth she wente, and made a vanysshynge, |
| For which this Emelye astoned was, |
| And seyde, "What amounteth this, allas! |
1505 | I putte me in thy proteccioun, |
| Dyane, and in thy disposicioun!" |
| And hoom she goth anon the nexte weye. |
| This is th'effect, ther is namoore to seye. |
| The nexte houre of Mars folwynge this |
1510 | Arcite unto the temple walked is |
| Of fierse Mars, to doon his sacrifise |
| With alle the rytes of his payen wyse. |
| With pitous herte and heigh devocioun |
| Right thus to Mars he seyde his orisoun. |
1515 |
"O stronge god, that in the regnes colde |
| Of Trace honoured art and lord yholde, |
| And hast in every regne and every lond |
| Of armes al the brydel in thyn hond, |
| And hem fortunest as thee lyst devyse, |
1520 | Accepte of me my pitous sacrifise. |
| If so be that my youthe may deserve, |
| And that my myght be worthy for to serve |
| Thy godhede, that I may been oon of thyne, |
| Thanne preye I thee to rewe upon my pyne. |
1525 | For thilke peyne, and thilke hoote fir, |
| In which thou whilom brendest for desir |
| Whan that thow usedest the greet beautee |
| Of faire yonge fresshe Venus free, |
| And haddest hir in armes at thy wille- |
1530 | Although thee ones on a tyme mysfille |
| Whan Vulcanus hadde caught thee in his las, |
| And foond thee liggynge by his wyf, allas!- |
| For thilke sorwe that was in thyn herte |
| Have routhe as wel, upon my peynes smerte! |
1535 | I am yong and unkonnynge as thow woost, |
| And, as I trowe, with love offended moost |
| That evere was any lyves creature, |
| For she that dooth me al this wo endure |
| Ne reccheth nevere wher I synke or fleete. |
1540 | And wel I woot, er she me mercy heete, |
| I moot with strengthe wynne hir in the place. |
| And,. wel I woot, withouten help or grace |
| Of thee, ne may my strengthe noght availle. |
| Thanne help me, lord, tomorwe in my bataille |
1545 | For thilke fyr that whilom brente thee, |
| As wel as thilke fyr now brenneth me! |
| And do that I tomorwe have victorie, |
| Myn be the travaille and thyn be the glorie! |
| Thy sovereyn temple wol I moost honouren |
1550 | Of any place, and alwey moost labouren |
| In thy plesaunce, and in thy craftes stronge, |
| And in thy temple I wol my baner honge, |
| And alle the armes of my compaignye; |
| And evere-mo, unto that day I dye, |
1555 | Eterne fir I wol biforn thee fynde. |
| And eek to this avow I wol me bynde; |
| My beerd, myn heer, that hongeth long adoun, |
| That nevere yet ne felte offensioun |
| Of rasour, nor of shere, I wol thee yeve, |
1560 | And ben thy trewe servant whil I lyve. |
| Now lord, have routhe upon my sorwes soore; |
| Yif me victorie, I aske thee namoore!" |
|
The preyere stynt of Arcita the stronge; |
| The rynges on the temple dore that honge, |
1565 | And eek the dores clatereden ful faste, |
| Of which Arcita somwhat hym agaste. |
| The fyres brenden upon the auter brighte, |
| That it gan al the temple for to lighte, |
| And sweete smel the ground anon up yaf, |
1570 | And Arcita anon his hand up haf, |
| And moore encens into the fyr he caste, |
| With othere rytes mo, and atte laste |
| The statue of Mars bigan his hauberk rynge, |
| And with that soun he herde a murmurynge, |
1575 | Ful lowe and dym, and seyde thus, "Victorie!" |
| For which he yaf to Mars honour and glorie; |
| And thus with joye and hope wel to fare, |
| Arcite anon unto his in is fare, |
| As fayn as fowel is of the brighte sonne. |
1580 |
And right anon swich strif ther is bigonne |
| For thilke grauntyng, in the hevene above |
| Bitwixe Venus, the Goddesse of Love, |
| And Mars the stierne God armypotente, |
| That Jupiter was bisy it to stente; |
1585 | Til that the pale Saturnus the colde, |
| That knew so manye of aventures olde, |
| Foond in his olde experience an art |
| That he ful soone hath plesed every part. |
| As sooth is seyd, elde hath greet avantage; |
1590 | In elde is bothe wysdom and usage; |
| Men may the olde atrenne, and noght atrede. |
| Saturne anon, to stynten strif and drede, |
| Al be it that it is agayn his kynde, |
| Of al this strif he gan remedie fynde. |
1595 |
"My deere doghter Venus," quod Saturne, |
| "My cours, that hath so wyde for to turne, |
| Hath moore power than woot any man. |
| Myn is the drenchyng in the see so wan, |
| Myn is the prison in the derke cote, |
1600 | Myn is the stranglyng and hangyng by the throte, |
| The murmure, and the cherles rebellyng, |
| The groynynge, and the pryvee empoysonyng. |
| I do vengeance and pleyn correccioun, |
| Whil I dwelle in the signe of the leoun. |
1605 | Myn is the ruyne of the hye halles, |
| The fallynge of the toures and of the walles |
| Upon the mynour, or the carpenter. |
| I slow Sampsoun, shakynge the piler, |
| And myne be the maladyes colde, |
1610 | The derke tresons, and the castes olde; |
| My lookyng is the fader of pestilence. |
| Now weep namoore, I shal doon diligence |
| That Palamon, that is thyn owene knyght, |
| Shal have his lady, as thou hast him hight. |
1615 | Though Mars shal helpe his knyght, yet nathelees |
| Bitwixe yow ther moot be somtyme pees, |
| Al be ye noght of o compleccioun- |
| That causeth al day swich divisioun. |
| I am thyn aiel, redy at thy wille, |
1620 | Weep now namoore, I wol thy lust fulfille." |