第 88 节
作者:管他三七二十一      更新:2024-01-16 22:39      字数:9322
  Ther is no mannes miht restreigneth;
  And of the godd takth he non hiede:
  Bot laweles withoute drede;
  His pourpos for he wolde achieve
  Ayeins the pointz of the believe;
  He tempteth hevene and erthe and helle;
  Hierafterward as I schall telle。   1260
  Who dar do thing which love ne dar?
  To love is every lawe unwar;
  Bot to the lawes of his heste
  The fissch; the foul; the man; the beste
  Of al the worldes kinde louteth。
  For love is he which nothing douteth:
  In mannes herte where he sit;
  He compteth noght toward his wit
  The wo nomore than the wele;
  No mor the hete than the chele;    1270
  No mor the wete than the dreie;
  No mor to live than to deie;
  So that tofore ne behinde
  He seth nothing; bot as the blinde
  Withoute insyhte of his corage
  He doth merveilles in his rage。
  To what thing that he wole him drawe;
  Ther is no god; ther is no lawe;
  Of whom that he takth eny hiede;
  Bot as Baiard the blinde stede;    1280
  Til he falle in the dich amidde;
  He goth ther noman wole him bidde;
  He stant so ferforth out of reule;
  Ther is no wit that mai him reule。
  And thus to telle of him in soth;
  Ful many a wonder thing he doth;
  That were betre to be laft;
  Among the whiche is wicchecraft;
  That som men clepen Sorcerie;
  Which forto winne his druerie   1290
  With many a circumstance he useth;
  Ther is no point which he refuseth。
  The craft which that Saturnus fond;
  To make prickes in the Sond;
  That Geomance cleped is;
  Fulofte he useth it amis;
  And of the flod his Ydromance;
  And of the fyr the Piromance;
  With questions echon of tho
  He tempteth ofte; and ek also   1300
  Ae5remance in juggement
  To love he bringth of his assent:
  For these craftes; as I finde;
  A man mai do be weie of kinde;
  Be so it be to good entente。
  Bot he goth al an other wente;
  For rathere er he scholde faile;
  With Nigromance he wole assaile
  To make his incantacioun
  With hot subfumigacioun。      1310
  Thilke art which Spatula is hote;
  And used is of comun rote
  Among Paiens; with that craft ek
  Of which is Auctor Thosz the Grek;
  He worcheth on and on be rowe:
  Razel is noght to him unknowe;
  Ne Salomones Candarie;
  His Ydeac; his Eutonye;
  The figure and the bok withal
  Of Balamuz; and of Ghenbal   1320
  The Seal; and therupon thymage
  Of Thebith; for his avantage
  He takth; and somwhat of Gibiere;
  Which helplich is to this matiere。
  Babilla with hire Sones sevene;
  Which hath renonced to the hevene;
  With Cernes bothe square and rounde;
  He traceth ofte upon the grounde;
  Makende his invocacioun;
  And for full enformacioun    1330
  The Scole which Honorius
  Wrot; he poursuieth: and lo; thus
  Magique he useth forto winne
  His love; and spareth for no Sinne。
  And over that of his Sotie;
  Riht as he secheth Sorcerie
  Of hem that ben Magiciens;
  Riht so of the Naturiens
  Upon the Sterres from above
  His weie he secheth unto love;  1340
  Als fer as he hem understondeth。
  In many a sondry wise he fondeth:
  He makth ymage; he makth sculpture;
  He makth writinge; he makth figure;
  He makth his calculacions;
  He makth his demonstracions;
  His houres of Astronomie
  He kepeth as for that partie
  Which longeth to thinspeccion
  Of love and his affeccion;   1350
  He wolde into the helle seche
  The devel himselve to beseche;
  If that he wiste forto spede;
  To gete of love his lusti mede:
  Wher that he hath his herte set;
  He bede nevere fare bet
  Ne wite of other hevene more。
  Mi Sone; if thou of such a lore
  Hast ben er this; I red thee leve。
  Min holi fader; be youre leve   1360
  Of al that ye have spoken hiere
  Which toucheth unto this matiere;
  To telle soth riht as I wene;
  I wot noght o word what ye mene。
  I wol noght seie; if that I couthe;
  That I nolde in mi lusti youthe
  Benethe in helle and ek above
  To winne with mi ladi love
  Don al that evere that I mihte;
  For therof have I non insihte   1370
  Wher afterward that I become;
  To that I wonne and overcome
  Hire love; which I most coveite。
  Mi Sone; that goth wonder streite:
  For this I mai wel telle soth;
  Ther is noman the which so doth;
  For al the craft that he can caste;
  That he nabeith it ate laste。
  For often he that wol beguile
  Is guiled with the same guile;  1380
  And thus the guilour is beguiled;
  As I finde in a bok compiled
  To this matiere an old histoire;
  The which comth nou to mi memoire;
  And is of gret essamplerie
  Ayein the vice of Sorcerie;
  Wherof non ende mai be good。
  Bot hou whilom therof it stod;
  A tale which is good to knowe
  To thee; mi Sone; I schal beknowe。    1390
  Among hem whiche at Troie were;
  Uluxes ate Siege there
  Was on be name in special;
  Of whom yit the memorial
  Abit; for whyl ther is a mouth;
  For evere his name schal be couth。
  He was a worthi knyht and king
  And clerk knowende of every thing;
  He was a gret rethorien;
  He was a gret magicien;   1400
  Of Tullius the rethorique;
  Of king Zorastes the magique;
  Of Tholome thastronomie;
  Of Plato the Philosophie;
  Of Daniel the slepi dremes;
  Of Neptune ek the water stremes;
  Of Salomon and the proverbes;
  Of Macer al the strengthe of herbes;
  And the Phisique of Ypocras;
  And lich unto Pictagoras  1410
  Of Surgerie he knew the cures。
  Bot somwhat of his aventures;
  Which schal to mi matiere acorde;
  To thee; mi Sone; I wol recorde。
  This king; of which thou hast herd sein;
  Fro Troie as he goth hom ayein
  Be Schipe; he fond the See divers;
  With many a wyndi storm revers。
  Bot he thurgh wisdom that he schapeth
  Ful many a gret peril ascapeth;    1420
  Of whiche I thenke tellen on;
  Hou that malgre the nedle and ston
  Wynddrive he was al soudeinly
  Upon the strondes of Cilly;
  Wher that he moste abyde a whyle。
  Tuo queenes weren in that yle
  Calipsa named and Circes;
  And whan they herde hou Uluxes
  Is londed ther upon the ryve;
  For him thei senden als so blive。  1430
  With him suche as he wolde he nam
  And to the court to hem he cam。
  Thes queenes were as tuo goddesses
  Of Art magique Sorceresses;
  That what lord comth to that rivage;
  Thei make him love in such a rage
  And upon hem assote so;
  That thei wol have; er that he go;
  Al that he hath of worldes good。
  Uluxes wel this understod;   1440
  Thei couthe moche; he couthe more;
  Thei schape and caste ayein him sore
  And wroghte many a soutil wyle;
  Bot yit thei mihte him noght beguile。
  Bot of the men of his navie
  Thei tuo forschope a gret partie;
  Mai non of hem withstonde here hestes;
  Som part thei schopen into bestes;
  Som part thei schopen into foules;
  To beres; tigres; Apes; oules;  1450
  Or elles be som other weie;
  Ther myhte hem nothing desobeie;
  Such craft thei hadde above kinde。
  Bot that Art couthe thei noght finde;
  Of which Uluxes was deceived;
  That he ne hath hem alle weyved;
  And broght hem into such a rote;
  That upon him thei bothe assote;
  And thurgh the science of his art
  He tok of hem so wel his part;  1460
  That he begat Circes with childe。
  He kepte him sobre and made hem wilde;
  He sette himselve so above;
  That with here good and with here love;
  Who that therof be lief or loth;
  Al quit into his Schip he goth。
  Circes toswolle bothe sides
  He lefte; and waiteth on the tydes;
  And straght thurghout the salte fom
  He takth his cours and comth him hom;    1470
  Where as he fond Penolope;
  A betre wif ther mai non be;
  And yit ther ben ynowhe of goode。
  Bot who hir goodschipe understode
  Fro ferst that sche wifhode tok;
  Hou many loves sche forsok
  And hou sche bar hire al aboute;
  Ther whiles that hire lord was oute;
  He mihte make a gret avant
  Amonges al the remenant   1480
  That sche was on of al the beste。
  Wel myhte he sette his herte in reste;
  This king; whan he hir fond in hele;
  For as he couthe in wisdom dele;
  So couthe sche in wommanhiede:
  And whan sche syh withoute drede
  Hire lord upon his oghne ground;
  That he was come sauf and sound;
  In al this world ne mihte be
  A gladdere womman than was sche。   1490
  The fame; which mai noght ben hidd;
  Thurghout the lond is sone kidd;
  Here king is come hom ayein:
  Ther mai noman the fulle sein;
  Hou that thei weren alle glade;
  So mochel joie of him thei made。
  The presens every day be newed;
  He was with yiftes al besnewed;
  The poeple was of him so glad;
  That thogh non other man hem bad;      1500
  Taillage upon hemself thei sette;
  And as it were of pure dette
  Thei yeve here goodes to the king:
  This was a glad hom welcomyng。
  Thus hath Uluxes what he wolde;
  His wif was such as sche be scholde;
  His poeple was to him sougit;
  Him lacketh nothing of delit。
  Bot fortune is of such a sleyhte;
  That whan a man is most on heyhte;    1510
  Sche makth him rathest forto falle:
  Ther wot noman what schal befalle;
  The happes over mannes hed
  Ben honged with a tendre thred。
  That proved was on Uluxes;
  For whan he was most in his pes;
  Fortune gan to make him werre
  And sette his welthe al out of herre。
  Upon a dai as he was merie;
  As thogh ther mihte him nothing derie;   1520
  Whan nyht was come; he goth to bedde;
  With slep and bothe his yhen fedde。
  And while he slepte; he mette a swevene:
  Him thoghte he syh a stature evene;
  Which brihtere than the sonne schon;
  A man it semeth was it non;
  Bot yit it was as in figure
  Most lich to mannyssh creature;
  Bot as of beaute hevenelich
  It was most to an Angel lich:   1530
  And thus betwen angel and man
  Beholden it this