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." |
| Now wol I stynten of the goddes above, |
| Of Mars and of Venus, goddesse of Love, |
| And telle yow, as pleynly as I kan, |
| The grete effect for which that I bygan. |
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1595 | "Now my dear daughter Venus," said Saturn, |
| "My course, which has so wide a way to turn, |
| Has power more than any man may know. |
| Mine is the drowning in sea below; |
| Mine is the dungeon underneath the moat; |
1600 | Mine is the hanging and strangling by the throat; |
| Rebellion, and the base crowd's murmuring, |
| The groaning and the private poisoning, |
| And vengeance and amercement- all are mine, |
| While yet I dwell within the Lion's sign. |
1605 | Mine is the ruining of all high halls, |
| And tumbling down of towers and of walls |
| Upon the miner and the carpenter. |
| I struck down Samson, that pillar shaker; |
| And mine are all the maladies so cold, |
1610 | The treasons dark, the machinations old; |
| My glance is father of all pestilence. |
| Now weep no more. I'll see, with diligence, |
| That Palamon, who is your own true knight, |
| Shall have his lady, as you hold is right. |
1615 | Though Mars may help his man, yet none the less |
| Between you two there must come sometime peace, |
| And though you be not of one temperament, |
| Causing each day such violent dissent, |
| I am your grandsire and obey your will; |
1620 | Weep then no more, your pleasure I'll fulfill." |
| Now will I cease to speak of gods above, |
| Of Mars and Venus, goddess of all love, |
| And tell you now, as plainly as I can, |
| The great result, for which I first began. |
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