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The sergeant says to Griselda he has come to take the child
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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Clerk's Tale
lines 540-574: Griselda gives her child a goodbyekiss and the sergeant leaves with the child


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;
545But nathelees she neither weep ne syked,
Conformynge hir to that the markys lyked.
540       Suspicious of repute was this same man,
Suspect his face, suspect his word also,
Suspect the time when this thing he began,
Alas! Her daughter that she had loved so,
She thought he'd slay it right there, whether or no.
545Nevertheless, she neither wept nor sighed,
Doing the marquis' liking though she died.

       But atte laste speken she bigan,
And mekely she to the sergeant preyde,
So as he was a worthy gentil man,
550That 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.
       At last she found her voice and thus began
And meekly to the sergeant then she prayed
That, as he was a worthy, gentle man,
550She might kiss her child once before his blade;
And on her breast this little child she laid,
With sad face, and so kissed it and did press
And lulled it and at last began to bless.

       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,
560For this nyght shaltow dyen for my sake."
       And thus she said in her benignant voice:
555"Farewell, my child that I no more shall see;
But now I've crossed you thus, I will rejoice
That of the Father blessed may you be,
Who died for us upon the bitter tree.
Your soul, my little child, to Him I give;
560This night you die for my sake- though I live."

       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,
565That she endured al adversitee,
And to the sergeant mekely she sayde,
"Have heer agayn your litel yonge mayde."
       I think that to a nurse in such a case
It had been hard this pitiful thing to see;
Well might a mother then have cried "Alas!"
But so steadfastly serious was she
565That she endured all her adversity,
And to the sergeant she but meekly said:
"I give you now again your little maid.

       "Gooth now," quod she, "and dooth my lordes heeste;
But o thyng wol I prey yow of youre grace,
570That, 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.
       "Go now," said she, "and do my lord's behest,
But one thing will I pray you, of your grace,
570That, save my lord forbade you, at the least
Bury this little body in some place
Where beasts nor birds will tear its limbs and face."
But no word to that purpose would he say,
But took the child and went upon his way.





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