第 42 节
作者:管他三七二十一      更新:2024-01-16 22:39      字数:9322
  Fro him that thei ben schet withoute。    260
  Wherof; my Sone; be thou war;
  Als ferforth as I telle dar。
  For love moste ben awaited:
  And if thou be noght wel affaited
  In love to eschuie Slowthe;
  Mi Sone; forto telle trowthe;
  Thou miht noght of thiself ben able
  To winne love or make it stable;
  All thogh thou mihtest love achieve。
  Mi fader; that I mai wel lieve。    270
  Bot me was nevere assigned place;
  Wher yit to geten eny grace;
  Ne me was non such time apointed;
  For thanne I wolde I were unjoynted
  Of every lime that I have;
  If I ne scholde kepe and save
  Min houre bothe and ek my stede;
  If my ladi it hadde bede。
  Bot sche is otherwise avised
  Than grante such a time assised;   280
  And natheles of mi lachesse
  Ther hath be no defalte I gesse
  Of time lost; if that I mihte:
  Bot yit hire liketh noght alyhte
  Upon no lure which I caste;
  For ay the more I crie faste;
  The lasse hire liketh forto hiere。
  So forto speke of this matiere;
  I seche that I mai noght finde;
  I haste and evere I am behinde;    290
  And wot noght what it mai amounte。
  Bot; fader; upon myn acompte;
  Which ye be sett to examine
  Of Schrifte after the discipline;
  Sey what your beste conseil is。
  Mi Sone; my conseil is this:
  Hou so it stonde of time go;
  Do forth thi besinesse so;
  That no Lachesce in the be founde:
  For Slowthe is mihti to confounde  300
  The spied of every mannes werk。
  For many a vice; as seith the clerk;
  Ther hongen upon Slowthes lappe
  Of suche as make a man mishappe;
  To pleigne and telle of hadde I wist。
  And therupon if that thee list
  To knowe of Slowthes cause more;
  In special yit overmore
  Ther is a vice full grevable
  To him which is therof coupable;   310
  And stant of alle vertu bare;
  Hierafter as I schal declare。
  Touchende of Slowthe in his degre;
  Ther is yit Pusillamite;
  Which is to seie in this langage;
  He that hath litel of corage
  And dar no mannes werk beginne:
  So mai he noght be resoun winne;
  For who that noght dar undertake;
  Be riht he schal no profit take。   320
  Bot of this vice the nature
  Dar nothing sette in aventure;
  Him lacketh bothe word and dede;
  Wherof he scholde his cause spede:
  He woll no manhed understonde;
  For evere he hath drede upon honde:
  Al is peril that he schal seie;
  Him thenkth the wolf is in the weie;
  And of ymaginacioun
  He makth his excusacioun  330
  And feigneth cause of pure drede;
  And evere he faileth ate nede;
  Til al be spilt that he with deleth。
  He hath the sor which noman heleth;
  The which is cleped lack of herte;
  Thogh every grace aboute him sterte;
  He wol noght ones stere his fot;
  So that be resoun lese he mot;
  That wol noght auntre forto winne。
  And so forth; Sone; if we beginne  340
  To speke of love and his servise;
  Ther ben truantz in such a wise;
  That lacken herte; whan best were
  To speke of love; and riht for fere
  Thei wexen doumb and dar noght telle;
  Withoute soun as doth the belle;
  Which hath no claper forto chyme;
  And riht so thei as for the tyme
  Ben herteles withoute speche
  Of love; and dar nothing beseche;  350
  And thus thei lese and winne noght。
  Forthi; my Sone; if thou art oght
  Coupable as touchende of this Slowthe;
  Schrif thee therof and tell me trowthe。
  Mi fader; I am al beknowe
  That I have ben on of tho slowe;
  As forto telle in loves cas。
  Min herte is yit and evere was;
  As thogh the world scholde al tobreke;
  So ferful; that I dar noght speke  360
  Of what pourpos that I have nome;
  Whan I toward mi ladi come;
  Bot let it passe and overgo。
  Mi Sone; do nomore so:
  For after that a man poursuieth
  To love; so fortune suieth;
  Fulofte and yifth hire happi chance
  To him which makth continuance
  To preie love and to beseche;
  As be ensample I schal thee teche。    370
  I finde hou whilom ther was on;
  Whos name was Pymaleon;
  Which was a lusti man of yowthe:
  The werkes of entaile he cowthe
  Above alle othre men as tho;
  And thurgh fortune it fell him so;
  As he whom love schal travaile;
  He made an ymage of entaile
  Lich to a womman in semblance
  Of feture and of contienance;   380
  So fair yit nevere was figure。
  Riht as a lyves creature
  Sche semeth; for of yvor whyt
  He hath hire wroght of such delit;
  That sche was rody on the cheke
  And red on bothe hire lippes eke;
  Wherof that he himself beguileth。
  For with a goodly lok sche smyleth;
  So that thurgh pure impression
  Of his ymaginacion  390
  With al the herte of his corage
  His love upon this faire ymage
  He sette; and hire of love preide;
  Bot sche no word ayeinward seide。
  The longe day; what thing he dede;
  This ymage in the same stede
  Was evere bi; that ate mete
  He wolde hire serve and preide hire ete;
  And putte unto hire mowth the cuppe;
  And whan the bord was taken uppe;  400
  He hath hire into chambre nome;
  And after; whan the nyht was come;
  He leide hire in his bed al nakid。
  He was forwept; he was forwakid;
  He keste hire colde lippes ofte;
  And wissheth that thei weren softe;
  And ofte he rouneth in hire Ere;
  And ofte his arm now hier now there
  He leide; as he hir wolde embrace;
  And evere among he axeth grace;    410
  As thogh sche wiste what he mente:
  And thus himself he gan tormente
  With such desese of loves peine;
  That noman mihte him more peine。
  Bot how it were; of his penance
  He made such continuance
  Fro dai to nyht; and preith so longe;
  That his preiere is underfonge;
  Which Venus of hire grace herde;
  Be nyhte and whan that he worst ferde;   420
  And it lay in his nakede arm;
  The colde ymage he fieleth warm
  Of fleissh and bon and full of lif。
  Lo; thus he wan a lusti wif;
  Which obeissant was at his wille;
  And if he wolde have holde him stille
  And nothing spoke; he scholde have failed:
  Bot for he hath his word travailed
  And dorste speke; his love he spedde;
  And hadde al that he wolde abedde。    430
  For er thei wente thanne atwo;
  A knave child betwen hem two
  Thei gete; which was after hote
  Paphus; of whom yit hath the note
  A certein yle; which Paphos
  Men clepe; and of his name it ros。
  Be this ensample thou miht finde
  That word mai worche above kinde。
  Forthi; my Sone; if that thou spare
  To speke; lost is al thi fare;  440
  For Slowthe bringth in alle wo。
  And over this to loke also;
  The god of love is favorable
  To hem that ben of love stable;
  And many a wonder hath befalle:
  Wherof to speke amonges alle;
  If that thee list to taken hede;
  Therof a solein tale I rede;
  Which I schal telle in remembraunce
  Upon the sort of loves chaunce。    450
  The king Ligdus upon a strif
  Spak unto Thelacuse his wif;
  Which thanne was with childe grete;
  He swor it scholde noght be lete;
  That if sche have a dowhter bore;
  That it ne scholde be forlore
  And slain; wherof sche sory was。
  So it befell upon this cas;
  Whan sche delivered scholde be;
  Isis be nyhte in privete;    460
  Which of childinge is the goddesse;
  Cam forto helpe in that destresse;
  Til that this lady was al smal;
  And hadde a dowhter forth withal;
  Which the goddesse in alle weie
  Bad kepe; and that thei scholden seie
  It were a Sone: and thus Iphis
  Thei namede him; and upon this
  The fader was mad so to wene。
  And thus in chambre with the qweene   470
  This Iphis was forthdrawe tho;
  And clothed and arraied so
  Riht as a kinges Sone scholde。
  Til after; as fortune it wolde;
  Whan it was of a ten yer age;
  Him was betake in mariage
  A Duckes dowhter forto wedde;
  Which Iante hihte; and ofte abedde
  These children leien; sche and sche;
  Whiche of on age bothe be。   480
  So that withinne time of yeeres;
  Togedre as thei ben pleiefieres;
  Liggende abedde upon a nyht;
  Nature; which doth every wiht
  Upon hire lawe forto muse;
  Constreigneth hem; so that thei use
  Thing which to hem was al unknowe;
  Wherof Cupide thilke throwe
  Tok pite for the grete love;
  And let do sette kinde above;   490
  So that hir lawe mai ben used;
  And thei upon here lust excused。
  For love hateth nothing more
  Than thing which stant ayein the lore
  Of that nature in kinde hath sett:
  Forthi Cupide hath so besett
  His grace upon this aventure;
  That he acordant to nature;
  Whan that he syh the time best;
  That ech of hem hath other kest;   500
  Transformeth Iphe into a man;
  Wherof the kinde love he wan
  Of lusti yonge Iante his wif;
  And tho thei ladde a merie lif;
  Which was to kinde non offence。
  And thus to take an evidence;
  It semeth love is welwillende
  To hem that ben continuende
  With besy herte to poursuie
  Thing which that is to love due。   510
  Wherof; my Sone; in this matiere
  Thou miht ensample taken hiere;
  That with thi grete besinesse
  Thou miht atteigne the richesse
  Of love; if that ther be no Slowthe。
  I dar wel seie be mi trowthe;
  Als fer as I my witt can seche;
  Mi fader; as for lacke of speche;
  Bot so as I me schrof tofore;
  Ther is non other time lore;    520
  Wherof ther mihte ben obstacle
  To lette love of his miracle;
  Which I beseche day and nyht。
  Bot; fader; so as it is riht
  In forme of schrifte to beknowe
  What thing belongeth to the slowe;
  Your faderhode I wolde preie;
  If ther be forthere eny weie
  Touchende unto this ilke vice。
  Mi Sone; ye; of this office  530
  Ther serveth on in special;
  Which lost hath his memorial;
  So that he can no wit withholde
  In thing which he to kepe is holde;
  Wherof fulofte himself he grieveth:
  And who that most upon him liev