confessio amantis-第8章
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A man which feigneth conscience;
As thogh it were al innocence;
Withoute; and is noght so withinne;
And doth so for he wolde winne
Of his desir the vein astat。
And whanne he comth anon therat; 600
He scheweth thanne what he was;
The corn is torned into gras;
That was a Rose is thanne a thorn;
And he that was a Lomb beforn
Is thanne a Wolf; and thus malice
Under the colour of justice
Is hid; and as the poeple telleth;
These ordres witen where he duelleth;
As he that of here conseil is;
And thilke world which thei er this 610
Forsoken; he drawth in ayein:
He clotheth richesse; as men sein;
Under the simplesce of poverte;
And doth to seme of gret decerte
Thing which is litel worth withinne:
He seith in open; fy! to Sinne;
And in secre ther is no vice
Of which that he nis a Norrice:
And evere his chiere is sobre and softe;
And where he goth he blesseth ofte; 620
Wherof the blinde world he dreccheth。
Bot yet al only he ne streccheth
His reule upon religioun;
Bot next to that condicioun
In suche as clepe hem holy cherche
It scheweth ek how he can werche
Among tho wyde furred hodes;
To geten hem the worldes goodes。
And thei hemself ben thilke same
That setten most the world in blame; 630
Bot yet in contraire of her lore
Ther is nothing thei loven more;
So that semende of liht thei werke
The dedes whiche are inward derke。
And thus this double Ypocrisie
With his devolte apparantie
A viser set upon his face;
Wherof toward this worldes grace
He semeth to be riht wel thewed;
And yit his herte is al beschrewed。 640
Bot natheles he stant believed;
And hath his pourpos ofte achieved
Of worschipe and of worldes welthe;
And takth it; as who seith; be stelthe
Thurgh coverture of his fallas。
And riht so in semblable cas
This vice hath ek his officers
Among these othre seculers
Of grete men; for of the smale
As for tacompte he set no tale; 650
Bot thei that passen the comune
With suche him liketh to comune;
And where he seith he wol socoure
The poeple; there he woll devoure;
For now aday is manyon
Which spekth of Peter and of John
And thenketh Judas in his herte。
Ther schal no worldes good asterte
His hond; and yit he yifth almesse
And fasteth ofte and hiereth Messe: 660
With mea culpa; which he seith;
Upon his brest fullofte he leith
His hond; and cast upward his yhe;
As thogh he Cristes face syhe;
So that it seemeth ate syhte;
As he al one alle othre myhte
Rescoue with his holy bede。
Bot yet his herte in other stede
Among hise bedes most devoute
Goth in the worldes cause aboute; 670
How that he myhte his warisoun
Encresce。 And in comparisoun
Ther ben lovers of such a sort;
That feignen hem an humble port;
And al is bot Ypocrisie;
Which with deceipte and flaterie
Hath many a worthi wif beguiled。
For whanne he hath his tunge affiled;
With softe speche and with lesinge;
Forth with his fals pitous lokynge; 680
He wolde make a womman wene
To gon upon the faire grene;
Whan that sche falleth in the Mir。
For if he may have his desir;
How so falle of the remenant;
He halt no word of covenant;
Bot er the time that he spede;
Ther is no sleihte at thilke nede;
Which eny loves faitour mai;
That he ne put it in assai; 690
As him belongeth forto done。
The colour of the reyni Mone
With medicine upon his face
He set; and thanne he axeth grace;
As he which hath sieknesse feigned。
Whan his visage is so desteigned;
With yhe upcast on hire he siketh;
And many a contenance he piketh;
To bringen hire in to believe
Of thing which that he wolde achieve; 700
Wherof he berth the pale hewe;
And for he wolde seme trewe;
He makth him siek; whan he is heil。
Bot whanne he berth lowest the Seil;
Thanne is he swiftest to beguile
The womman; which that ilke while
Set upon him feith or credence。
Mi Sone; if thou thi conscience
Entamed hast in such a wise;
In schrifte thou thee myht avise 710
And telle it me; if it be so。
Min holy fader; certes no。
As forto feigne such sieknesse
It nedeth noght; for this witnesse
I take of god; that my corage
Hath ben mor siek than my visage。
And ek this mai I wel avowe;
So lowe cowthe I nevere bowe
To feigne humilite withoute;
That me ne leste betre loute 720
With alle the thoghtes of myn herte;
For that thing schal me nevere asterte;
I speke as to my lady diere;
To make hire eny feigned chiere。
God wot wel there I lye noght;
Mi chiere hath be such as my thoght;
For in good feith; this lieveth wel;
Mi will was betre a thousendel
Than eny chiere that I cowthe。
Bot; Sire; if I have in my yowthe 730
Don other wise in other place;
I put me therof in your grace:
For this excusen I ne schal;
That I have elles overal
To love and to his compaignie
Be plein withoute Ypocrisie;
Bot ther is on the which I serve;
Althogh I may no thonk deserve;
To whom yet nevere into this day
I seide onlyche or ye or nay; 740
Bot if it so were in my thoght。
As touchende othre seie I noght
That I nam somdel forto wyte
Of that ye clepe an ypocrite。
Mi Sone; it sit wel every wiht
To kepe his word in trowthe upryht
Towardes love in alle wise。
For who that wolde him wel avise
What hath befalle in this matiere;
He scholde noght with feigned chiere 750
Deceive Love in no degre。
To love is every herte fre;
Bot in deceipte if that thou feignest
And therupon thi lust atteignest;
That thow hast wonne with thi wyle;
Thogh it thee like for a whyle;
Thou schalt it afterward repente。
And forto prove myn entente;
I finde ensample in a Croniqe
Of hem that love so beswike。 760
It fell be olde daies thus;
Whil themperour Tiberius
The Monarchie of Rome ladde;
Ther was a worthi Romein hadde
A wif; and sche Pauline hihte;
Which was to every mannes sihte
Of al the Cite the faireste;
And as men seiden; ek the beste。
It is and hath ben evere yit;
That so strong is no mannes wit; 770
Which thurgh beaute ne mai be drawe
To love; and stonde under the lawe
Of thilke bore frele kinde;
Which makth the hertes yhen blinde;
Wher no reson mai be comuned:
And in this wise stod fortuned
This tale; of which I wolde mene;
This wif; which in hire lustes grene
Was fair and freissh and tendre of age;
Sche may noght lette the corage 780
Of him that wole on hire assote。
Ther was a Duck; and he was hote
Mundus; which hadde in his baillie
To lede the chivalerie
Of Rome; and was a worthi knyht;
Bot yet he was noght of such myht
The strengthe of love to withstonde;
That he ne was so broght to honde;
That malgre wher he wole or no;
This yonge wif he loveth so; 790
That he hath put al his assay
To wynne thing which he ne may
Gete of hire graunt in no manere;
Be yifte of gold ne be preiere。
And whanne he syh that be no mede
Toward hir love he myhte spede;
Be sleyhte feigned thanne he wroghte;
And therupon he him bethoghte
How that ther was in the Cite
A temple of such auctorite; 800
To which with gret Devocioun
The noble wommen of the toun
Most comunliche a pelrinage
Gon forto preie thilke ymage
Which the godesse of childinge is;
And cleped was be name Ysis:
And in hire temple thanne were;
To reule and to ministre there
After the lawe which was tho;
Above alle othre Prestes tuo。 810
This Duck; which thoghte his love gete;
Upon a day hem tuo to mete
Hath bede; and thei come at his heste;
Wher that thei hadde a riche feste;
And after mete in prive place
This lord; which wolde his thonk pourchace;
To ech of hem yaf thanne a yifte;
And spak so that be weie of schrifte
He drowh hem unto his covine;
To helpe and schape how he Pauline 820
After his lust deceive myhte。
And thei here trowthes bothe plyhte;
That thei be nyhte hire scholden wynne
Into the temple; and he therinne
Schal have of hire al his entente:
And thus acorded forth thei wente。
Now lest thurgh which ypocrisie
Ordeigned was the tricherie;
Wherof this ladi was deceived。
These Prestes hadden wel conceived 830
That sche was of gret holinesse;
And with a contrefet simplesse;
Which hid was in a fals corage;
Feignende an hevenely message
Thei come and seide unto hir thus:
〃Pauline; the god Anubus
Hath sent ous bothe Prestes hiere;
And seith he woll to thee appiere