Now by my faders soule that is ded, Us thought it was not worth to make it wise, And granted him withouten more avise, beste; But take it nat, I pray you, in disdain ; 790 To Canterbury ward, I mene it so, 795 And which of you that bereth him best of alle, Tales of best sentence and most solas, 800 Shal have a souper at youre aller cost Here in this place sitting by this post, Whan that ye comen agen from Canterbury. 805 I wol myselven gladly with you ride, pay for alle we spenden by the way. And if ye vouchesauf that it be so, Telle me anon withouten wordes mo, 810 And I wol erly shapen me therfore. This thing was granted, and our othes swore With ful glad herte, and praiden him also, 815 And of our tales juge and reportour, And sette a souper at a certain pris ; And we wol reuled ben at his devise, In highe and lowe: and thus by on assent, We ben accorded to his jugement. 820 And therupon the win was fette anon. We dronken, and to reste wenten eche on, A-morwe whan the day began to spring, Up rose our hoste, and was our aller cok. 825 And gaderd us togeder in a flok, And forth we riden a litel more than pas, Unto the watering of Seint Thomas : And ther our hoste began his hors arest, And saide: lordes, herkeneth if you lest. 830 Ye wete your forword, and I it record. If even-song and morwe-song accord, 835 Shal pay for alle that by the way is spent. Sire knight, (quod he) my maister and my lord, D d Anon to drawen every wight began, And shortly for to tellen as it was, Were it by aventure, or sort, or cas, The sothe is this, the cutte felle on the knight, Of which ful blith and glad was every wight; By forword, and by composition, As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo? 845 850 855 To kepe his forword by his free assent, And with that word we riden forth our way; 860 THE END OF THE PROLOGUE. THE FLOURE AND THE LEAFE, BY CHAUCER. From the edition of Chaucer's Works in 1598, by Speght, in which the poem was first printed; compared with Speght's second edition in 1602, and with that of Urry. THE ARGUMENT. A Gentlewoman, out of an arbour, in a grove, seeth a great company of Knights and Ladies in a dance upon the green grass. The which being ended, they all kneel down, and do honour to the Daisie, some to the Flower, and some to the Leaf. Afterward this Gentlewoman learneth by one of these Ladies the meaning hereof, which is this They which honour the Flower, a thing fading with every blast, are such as look after beauty and worldly pleasure; but they that honour the Leaf, which abideth with the root notwithstanding the frosts and winter storms, are they which follow virtue and during qualities without regard of worldly respects. : WHEN that Phebus his chair of gold so hie Had whirled up the sterry sky aloft, And in the Boole was entred certainly; When shoures sweet of rain descended *soft, Causing the ground fele times and oft 5 *Oft, by an apparent errour of the press, in the old editions, Urry, soft. Up for to give many an wholsome aire: And every plaine was clothed faire With new greene, and maketh small floures To springen here and there in field and in mede; So very good and wholsome be the shoures, 10 That it renueth that was old and deede, In winter time; and out of every seede Springeth the hearbe, so that every wight And I, so glad of the season swete, Was happed thus upon a certaine night, As I lay in my bed, sleepe ful unmete Was unto me; but why that I ne might 15 Rest, I ne wist: for there n'as earthly wight, As I suppose, had more hearts ease 20 Then I; for I n'ad sicknesse nor disease. Wherefore I mervaile greatly of myselfe, That I so long withouten sleepe lay; array, 25 In which were okes great, streight as a line, Under the which the grasse so fresh of hew Was newly sprong, and an eight foot or nine Every tree well fro his fellow grew, 30 |