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Canace meets a wounded female falcon
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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Squire's Tale
lines 447-471: Canace, who bears the magical ring, asks the falcon what is wrong


      "What is the cause, if it be for to telle,
That ye be in this furial pyne of helle?"
Quod Canacee unto the hauk above,
450"Is this for sorwe of deeth, or los of love?
For, as I trowe, thise been causes two
That causeth moost a gentil herte wo.
Of oother harm it nedeth nat to speke,
For ye yourself upon yourself yow wreke,
455Which proveth wel, that oother love or drede
Moot been enchesoun of your cruel dede,
Syn that I see noon oother wight yow chace.
For love of God as dooth yourselven grace.
Or what may been your helpe? for west nor est
460Ne saugh I nevere er now no bryd ne beest
That ferde with hymself so pitously.
Ye sle me with your sorwe, verraily,
I have of yow so greet compassioun.
For Goddes love com fro the tree adoun,
465And as I am a kynges doghter trewe,
If that I verraily the cause knewe
Of your disese, if it lay in my myght
I wolde amenden it er that it were nyght,
As wisly helpe me, grete god of kynde!
470And herbes shal I right ynowe yfynde,
To heele with youre hurtes hastily."
      "What is the cause, if it be one to tell,
That you are in this furious pain of hell?"
Said Canace unto this hawk above.
450"Is this for sorrow of death or loss of love?
For, as I think, these are the causes two
That torture gentle heart with greatest woe;
Of other ills there is no need to speak,
Because such harm upon yourself you wreak;
455Which proves right well that either love or dread
Must be the reason for your cruel deed,
Since I can see no one that gives you chase.
For love of God, come, do yourself some grace,
Or say what thing may help; for west nor east
460Have I before now seen a bird or beast
That ever treated self so wretchedly.
You slay me with your sorrow, verily,
Such great compassion in my heart has grown.
For God's dear love, come from the dry tree down;
465And, as I am a monarch's daughter true,
If I but verily the real cause knew
Of your distress, if it lay in my might,
I would make you amends before the night,
As truly help me God of human kind!
470And even now will I look out and find
Some herbs to heal your hurts with, speedily."




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From The Squire's Tale, lines 472-498:
The falcon falls from the tree and starts talking to Canace
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