The Canterbury Tales, and Other Poems Part 16

Some manner comfort shall I have, parfay*, *by my faith My mouth hath itched all this livelong day: That is a sign of kissing at the least.

All night I mette* eke I was at a feast. *dreamt Therefore I will go sleep an hour or tway, And all the night then will I wake and play."

When that the first c.o.c.k crowed had, anon Up rose this jolly lover Absolon, And him arrayed gay, *at point devise.* *with exact care*

But first he chewed grains<34> and liquorice, To smelle sweet, ere he had combed his hair.

Under his tongue a true love <35> he bare, For thereby thought he to be gracious.

Then came he to the carpentere's house, And still he stood under the shot window; Unto his breast it raught*, it was so low; *reached And soft he coughed with a semisoun'.* *low tone "What do ye, honeycomb, sweet Alisoun?

My faire bird, my sweet cinamome*, *cinnamon, sweet spice Awaken, leman* mine, and speak to me. *mistress Full little thinke ye upon my woe, That for your love I sweat *there as* I go. *wherever No wonder is that I do swelt* and sweat. *faint I mourn as doth a lamb after the teat Y-wis*, leman, I have such love-longing, *certainly That like a turtle* true is my mourning. *turtle-dove I may not eat, no more than a maid."

"Go from the window, thou jack fool," she said: "As help me G.o.d, it will not be, 'come ba* me.' *kiss I love another, else I were to blame", Well better than thee, by Jesus, Absolon.

Go forth thy way, or I will cast a stone; And let me sleep; *a twenty devil way*. *twenty devils take ye!*

"Alas!" quoth Absolon, "and well away!

That true love ever was so ill beset: Then kiss me, since that it may be no bet*, *better For Jesus' love, and for the love of me."

"Wilt thou then go thy way therewith?" , quoth she.

"Yea, certes, leman," quoth this Absolon.

"Then make thee ready," quoth she, "I come anon."

[And unto Nicholas she said *full still*: *in a low voice*

"Now peace, and thou shalt laugh anon thy fill."]<36> This Absolon down set him on his knees, And said; "I am a lord at all degrees: For after this I hope there cometh more; Leman, thy grace, and, sweete bird, thine ore.*" *favour The window she undid, and that in haste.

"Have done," quoth she, "come off, and speed thee fast, Lest that our neighebours should thee espy."

Then Absolon gan wipe his mouth full dry.

Dark was the night as pitch or as the coal, And at the window she put out her hole, And Absolon him fell ne bet ne werse, But with his mouth he kiss'd her naked erse Full savourly. When he was ware of this, Aback he start, and thought it was amiss; For well he wist a woman hath no beard.

He felt a thing all rough, and long y-hair'd, And saide; "Fy, alas! what have I do?"

"Te he!" quoth she, and clapt the window to; And Absolon went forth at sorry pace.

"A beard, a beard," said Hendy Nicholas; "By G.o.d's corpus, this game went fair and well."

This silly Absolon heard every deal*, *word And on his lip he gan for anger bite; And to himself he said, "I shall thee quite*. *requite, be even with Who rubbeth now, who frotteth* now his lips *rubs With dust, with sand, with straw, with cloth, with chips, But Absolon? that saith full oft, "Alas!

My soul betake I unto Sathanas, But me were lever* than all this town," quoth he *rather I this despite awroken* for to be. *revenged Alas! alas! that I have been y-blent*." *deceived His hote love is cold, and all y-quent.* *quenched For from that time that he had kiss'd her erse, Of paramours he *sette not a kers,* *cared not a rush*

For he was healed of his malady; Full often paramours he gan defy, And weep as doth a child that hath been beat.

A softe pace he went over the street Unto a smith, men callen Dan* Gerveis, *master That in his forge smithed plough-harness; He sharped share and culter busily.

This Absolon knocked all easily, And said; "Undo, Gerveis, and that anon."

"What, who art thou?" "It is I, Absolon."

"What? Absolon, what? Christe's sweete tree*, *cross Why rise so rath*? hey! Benedicite, *early What aileth you? some gay girl,<37> G.o.d it wote, Hath brought you thus upon the viretote:<38> By Saint Neot, ye wot well what I mean."

This Absolon he raughte* not a bean *recked, cared Of all his play; no word again he gaf*, *spoke For he had more tow on his distaff<39> Than Gerveis knew, and saide; "Friend so dear, That hote culter in the chimney here Lend it to me, I have therewith to don*: *do I will it bring again to thee full soon."

Gerveis answered; "Certes, were it gold, Or in a poke* n.o.bles all untold, *purse Thou shouldst it have, as I am a true smith.

Hey! Christe's foot, what will ye do therewith?"

"Thereof," quoth Absolon, "be as be may; I shall well tell it thee another day:"

And caught the culter by the colde stele*. *handle Full soft out at the door he gan to steal, And went unto the carpentere's wall He coughed first, and knocked therewithal Upon the window, light as he did ere*. *before <40> This Alison answered; "Who is there That knocketh so? I warrant him a thief."

"Nay, nay," quoth he, "G.o.d wot, my sweete lefe*, *love I am thine Absolon, my own darling.

Of gold," quoth he, "I have thee brought a ring, My mother gave it me, so G.o.d me save!

Full fine it is, and thereto well y-grave*: *engraved This will I give to thee, if thou me kiss."

Now Nicholas was risen up to p.i.s.s, And thought he would *amenden all the j.a.pe*; *improve the joke*

He shoulde kiss his erse ere that he scape: And up the window did he hastily, And out his erse he put full privily Over the b.u.t.tock, to the haunche bone.

And therewith spake this clerk, this Absolon, "Speak, sweete bird, I know not where thou art."

This Nicholas anon let fly a fart, As great as it had been a thunder dent*; *peal, clap That with the stroke he was well nigh y-blent*; *blinded But he was ready with his iron hot, And Nicholas amid the erse he smote.

Off went the skin an handbreadth all about.

The hote culter burned so his tout*, *breech That for the smart he weened* he would die; *thought As he were wood*, for woe he gan to cry, *mad "Help! water, water, help for G.o.dde's heart!"

This carpenter out of his slumber start, And heard one cry "Water," as he were wood*, *mad And thought, "Alas! now cometh Noe's flood."

He sat him up withoute wordes mo'

And with his axe he smote the cord in two; And down went all; he found neither to sell Nor bread nor ale, till he came to the sell*, *threshold <41> Upon the floor, and there in swoon he lay.

Up started Alison and Nicholay, And cried out an "harow!" <15> in the street.

The neighbours alle, bothe small and great In ranne, for to gauren* on this man, *stare That yet in swoone lay, both pale and wan: For with the fall he broken had his arm.

But stand he must unto his owen harm, For when he spake, he was anon borne down With Hendy Nicholas and Alisoun.

They told to every man that he was wood*; *mad He was aghaste* so of Noe's flood, *afraid Through phantasy, that of his vanity He had y-bought him kneading-tubbes three, And had them hanged in the roof above; And that he prayed them for G.o.dde's love To sitten in the roof for company.

The folk gan laughen at his phantasy.

Into the roof they kyken* and they gape, *peep, look.

And turned all his harm into a j.a.pe*. *jest For whatsoe'er this carpenter answer'd, It was for nought, no man his reason heard.

With oathes great he was so sworn adown, That he was holden wood in all the town.

For every clerk anon right held with other; They said, "The man was wood, my leve* brother;" *dear And every wight gan laughen at his strife.

Thus swived* was the carpentere's wife, *enjoyed For all his keeping* and his jealousy; *care And Absolon hath kiss'd her nether eye; And Nicholas is scalded in the tout.

This tale is done, and G.o.d save all the rout*. *company

Notes to the Miller's Tale

1. Almagest: The book of Ptolemy the astronomer, which formed the canon of astrological science in the middle ages.

2. Astrolabe: "Astrelagour," "astrelabore"; a mathematical instrument for taking the alt.i.tude of the sun or stars.

3. "Augrim" is a corruption of algorithm, the Arabian term for numeration; "augrim stones," therefore were probably marked with numerals, and used as counters.

4. Angelus ad virginem: The Angel's salutation to Mary; Luke i.

28. It was the "Ave Maria" of the Catholic Church service.

5. Cato: Though Chaucer may have referred to the famous Censor, more probably the reference is merely to the "Moral Distichs," which go under his name, though written after his time; and in a supplement to which the quoted pa.s.sage may be found.

6. Barm-cloth: ap.r.o.n; from Anglo-Saxon "barme," bosom or lap.

7. Volupere: Head-gear, kerchief; from French, "envelopper,"

to wrap up.

8. Popelet: Puppet; but chiefly; young wench.

9. n.o.ble: n.o.bles were gold coins of especial purity and brightness; "Ex auro n.o.bilissimi, unde n.o.bilis vocatus," (made from the n.o.blest (purest) gold, and therefore called n.o.bles) says Vossius.

10. Yern: Shrill, lively; German, "gern," willingly, cheerfully.

11. Braket: bragget, a sweet drink made of honey, spices, &c.

In some parts of the country, a drink made from honeycomb, after the honey is extracted, is still called "bragwort."

12. Piggesnie: a fond term, like "my duck;" from Anglo-Saxon, "piga," a young maid; but Tyrwhitt a.s.sociates it with the Latin, "ocellus," little eye, a fondling term, and suggests that the "pigs- eye," which is very small, was applied in the same sense.

Davenport and Butler both use the word pigsnie, the first for "darling," the second literally for "eye;" and Bishop Gardner, "On True Obedience," in his address to the reader, says: "How softly she was wont to chirpe him under the chin, and kiss him; how prettily she could talk to him (how doth my sweet heart, what saith now pig's-eye)."

13. Oseney: A once well-known abbey near Oxford.

14. Trave: travis; a frame in which unruly horses were shod.

15. Harow and Alas: Haro! was an old Norman cry for redress or aid. The "Clameur de Haro" was lately raised, under peculiar circ.u.mstances, as the prelude to a legal protest, in Jersey.

16. His shoes were ornamented like the windows of St. Paul's, especially like the old rose-window.