Bodleian MS. Laud 581 (about 1400).
'This were a wikked way, but whoso hadde a gyde
That wolde folwen vs eche a fote:' þus þis folke hem mened.
Quatȝ Perkyn þe plouman: 'Bi Seynt Peter of Rome!
I haue an half-acre to erye bi þe heigh way.
Hadde I eried þis half-acre, and sowen it after, 5
I w_o_l_de_ wende with ȝow, and þe way teche.'
'Þis were a longe lettynge,' quod a lady in a sklayre;
'What sholde we wommen worche þerewhiles?'
'Somme shal sowe <þe> sakke,' quod Piers, 'for shedyng
of þe whete;
And ȝe, louely ladyes, with ȝoure longe fyngres, 10
Þat ȝe han silke and sendal to sowe, whan tyme is,
Chesibles for chapelleynes, cherches to honoure;
Wyues and wydwes wolle and flex spynneth,
Maketh cloth, I conseille ȝow, and kenneth so
ȝowre douȝtres;
Þe nedy and þe naked, nymmeth hede how hii liggeth, 15
And casteth hem clothes, for so comaundeth Treuthe.
For I shal lene hem lyflode, but ȝif þe londe faille,
Flesshe and bred, bothe to riche and to pore,
As longe as I lyue, for þe Lordes loue of heuene.
And alle manere of men þat þorw mete and drynke lybbeth, 20
Helpith hym to worche wiȝtliche þat wynneth ȝowre fode.'
'Bi Crist!' quod a knyȝte þo, 'he kenneth vs þe best;
Ac on þe teme trewly tauȝte was I neuere.
Ac kenne me,' quod þe knyȝte, 'and, bi Cryst! I wil assaye.'
'Bi seynt Poule!' quod Perkyn, 'ȝe profre ȝow so
faire, 25
Þat I shal swynke, and swete, and sowe for vs bothe,
And oþer laboures do for þi loue al my lyf tyme,
In couenaunt þat þow kepe Holi Kirke and myselue
Fro wastoures and fro wykked men þat þis worlde struyeth;
And go hunte hardiliche to hares and to foxes, 30
To bores and to brockes þat breketh adown myne hegges,
And go affaite þe faucones wilde foules to kille,
For suche cometh to my croft, and croppeth my whete.'
Curteislich þe knyȝte þanne comsed þise wordes:
'By my power, Pieres,' quod he, 'I pliȝte þe my treuthe 35
To fulfille þis forward, þowȝ I fiȝte sholde;
Als longe as I lyue, I shal þe mayntene.'
'Ȝe, and ȝit a poynt,' quod Pieres, 'I preye ȝow
of more;
Loke ȝe tene no tenaunt, but Treuthe wil assent.
And þowgh ȝe mowe amercy hem, late Mercy be taxoure, 40
And Mekenesse þi mayster, maugré Medes chekes;
And þowgh pore men profre ȝow presentis and ȝiftis,
Nym it nauȝte, an auenture ȝe mowe it nauȝte deserue;
For þow shalt ȝelde it aȝein at one ȝeres ende
In a ful perillous place, Purgatorie it hatte. 45
And mysbede nouȝte þi bondemen, þe better may þow spede;
Þowgh he be þyn vnderlynge here, wel may happe in heuene
Þat he worth worthier sette and with more blisse:
_Amice, ascende superius_.
For in charnel atte chirche cherles ben yuel to knowe, 50
Or a kniȝte fram a knaue þere,—knowe þis in þin herte.
And þat þow be trewe of þi tonge, and tales þat þow hatie,
But if þei ben of wisdome or of witte, þi werkmen to chaste.
Holde with none harlotes, ne here nouȝte her tales,
And nameliche atte mete suche men eschue, 55
For it ben þe deueles disoures, I do þe to vnderstande.'
'I assente, bi Seynt Iame!' seyde þe kniȝte þanne,
'Forto worche bi þi wordes þe while my lyf dureth.'
'And I shal apparaille me,' quod Perkyn, 'in pilgrimes wise,
And wende with ȝow I wil til we fynde Treuthe, 60
And cast on me my clothes, yclouted and hole,
My cokeres and my coffes, for colde of my nailles,
And hange myn hoper at myn hals, in stede of a scrippe,
A busshel of bredcorne brynge me þerinne,
For I wil sowe it myself; and sitthenes wil I wende 65
To pylgrymage, as palmers don, pardoun forto haue.
Ac whoso helpeth me to erie or sowen here, ar I wende,
Shal haue leue, bi owre Lorde, to lese here in heruest,
And make hem mery þeremydde, maugré whoso bigruccheth it.
And alkyn crafty men, þat konne lyuen in treuthe, 70
I shal fynden hem fode, þat feithfulliche libbeth.'...
(Dame 'Worche-whan-tyme-is' Pieres wyf hiȝte;
His douȝter hiȝte 'Do-riȝte-so- or-þi-dame-shal-þe-bete';
His sone hiȝte 'Suffre-þi-souereynes- to-hauen-her-wille-,
Deme-hem-nouȝte-, for-, if-þow-doste-,
þow-shalt-it-dere-abugge.') 75
'Late God yworth with al, for so His worde techeth;
For now I am olde and hore, and haue of myn owen,
To penaunce and to pilgrimage I wil passe with þise other.
Forþi I wil, or I wende, do wryte my biqueste.
_In Dei nomine, amen_, I make it myseluen. 80
He shal haue my soule þat best hath yserued it,
And fro þe fende it defende, for so I bileue,
Til I come to His acountes, as my _Credo_ me telleth,
To haue a relees and a remissioun on þat rental I leue.
Þe kirke shal haue my caroigne and kepe my bones, 85
For of my corne and catel he craued þe tythe;
I payed it hym prestly, for peril of my soule,
Forthy is he holden, I hope, to haue me in his masse,
And mengen in his memorye amonge alle Crystene.
My wyf shal haue of þat I wan with treuthe, and nomore, 90
And dele amonge my douȝtres and my dere children;
For þowgh I deye todaye, my dettes ar quitte;
I bare home þat I borwed, ar I to bedde ȝede.
And with þe residue and þe remenaunte, bi þe rode of Lukes!
I wil worschip þerwith Treuthe bi my lyue, 95
And ben his pilgryme atte plow, for pore mennes sake.
My plow-fote shal be my pyk-staf, and picche atwo þe rotes,
And helpe my culter to kerue, and clense þe forwes.'
Now is Perkyn and his pilgrymes to þe plowe faren;
To erie þis halue-acre holpyn hym manye. 100
Dikeres and delueres digged vp þe balkes;
Þerewith was Perkyn apayed, and preysed hem faste.
Other werkemen þere were þat wrouȝten ful ȝerne;
Eche man in his manere made hymself to done,
And some, to plese Perkyn, piked vp þe wedes. 105
At heighe pryme Peres lete þe plowe stonde,
To ouersen hem hymself, and whoso best wrouȝte
He shulde be huyred þerafter whan heruest-tyme come.
And þanne seten somme and songen atte nale,
And hulpen erie his half-acre with 'how! trollilolli!' 110
'Now, bi þe peril of my soule!' quod Pieres, al in pure tene,
'But ȝe arise þe rather, and rape ȝow to worche,
Shal no greyne þat groweth glade ȝow at nede;
And þough ȝe deye for dole, þe deuel haue þat reccheth!'
Tho were faitoures aferde, and feyned hem blynde; 115
Somme leyde here legges aliri, as suche loseles conneth,
And made her mone to Pieres, and preyde hym of grace:
'For we haue no lymes to laboure with, lorde, ygraced be ȝe!
Ac we preye for ȝow, Pieres, and for ȝowre plow bothe,
Þat God of His grace ȝowre grayne multiplye, 120
And ȝelde ȝow of ȝowre almesse þat ȝe ȝiue
vs here;
For we may nouȝte swynke ne swete, suche sikenesse vs eyleth.'
'If it be soth,' quod Pieres, 'þat ȝe seyne, I shal it sone
asspye.
Ȝe ben wastoures, I wote wel, and Treuthe wote þe sothe,
And I am his olde hyne, and hiȝte hym to warne 125
Which þei were in þis worlde his werkemen appeyred.
Ȝe wasten þat men wynnen with trauaille and with tene,
Ac Treuthe shal teche ȝow his teme to dryue,
Or ȝe shal ete barly bred and of þe broke drynke.
But if he be blynde, _or_ broke-legged, or bolted with
yrnes, 130
He shal ete whete bred and drynke with myselue,
Tyl God of his goodnesse amendement hym sende.
Ac ȝe myȝte trauaille as Treuthe wolde, and take mete
and huyre
To kepe kyne in þe felde, þe corne fro þe bestes,
Diken, or deluen, or dyngen vppon sheues, 135
Or helpe make morter, or bere mukke afelde.
In lecherye an in losengerye ȝe lyuen, and in sleuthe,
And al is þorw suffrance þat veniaunce ȝow ne taketh.
Ac ancres and heremytes, þat eten but at nones,
And namore er morwe, myne almesse shul þei haue, 140
And of my catel to cope hem with þat han cloistres and
cherches.
Ac Robert Renne-aboute shal nouȝe haue of myne,
Ne posteles, but þey preche conne, and haue powere of þe bisschop;
They shal haue payne and potage, and make hemself at ese,
For it is an vnresonable religioun þat hath riȝte
nouȝte of certeyne.' 145
And þanne gan a Wastoure to wrath hym, and wolde haue
yfouȝte,
And to Pieres þe plowman he profered his gloue;
A Brytonere, a braggere, abosted Pieres als:—
'Wiltow or neltow, we wil haue owre wille
Of þi flowre and of þi flessche, fecche whan vs liketh, 150
And make vs myrie þermyde, maugré þi chekes!'
Thanne Pieres þe plowman pleyned hym to þe knyȝte,
To kepe hym, as couenaunte was, fram cursed shrewes,
And fro þis wastoures wolues-kynnes, þat maketh þe worlde
dere:
'For þo waste, and wynnen nouȝte, and þat ilke while 155
Worth neuere plenté amonge þe poeple þerwhile my plow
liggeth.'
Curteisly þe knyȝte þanne, as his kynde wolde,
Warned Wastoure, and wissed hym bettere,
'Or þow shalt abugge by þe lawe, by þe ordre þat I bere!'
'I was nouȝt wont to worche,' quod Wastour, 'and now
wil I nouȝt bigynne', 160
And lete liȝte of þe lawe, and lasse of þe knyȝte,
And sette Pieres at a pees, and his plow bothe,
And manaced Pieres and his men ȝif þei mette eftsone.
'Now, by þe peril of my soule!' quod Pieres, 'I shal apeyre
ȝow alle!'
And houped after Hunger, þat herd hym atte firste: 165
'Awreke me of þise wastoures,' quod he 'þat þis worlde
schendeth!'
Hunger in haste þo hent Wastour bi þe mawe,
And wronge hym so bi þe wombe þat bothe his eyen wattered.
He buffeted þe Britoner aboute þe chekes,
Þat he loked like a lanterne al his lyf after. 170
He bette hem so bothe, he barste nere here guttes;
Ne hadde Pieres with a pese-lof preyed Hunger to cesse,
They hadde ben doluen bothe, ne deme þow non other.
'Suffre hem lyue,' he seyde 'and lete hem ete with hogges,
Or elles benes and bren ybaken togideres, 175
Or elles melke and mene ale;' þus preyed Pieres for hem.
Faitoures for fere herof flowen into bernes,
And flapten on with flayles fram morwe til euen,
That Hunger was nouȝt so hardy on hem for to loke,
For a potful of peses þat Peres hadde ymaked. 180
An heep of heremites henten hem spades,
And ketten here copes, and courtpies hem made,
And wenten as werkemen with spades and with schoueles,
And doluen and dykeden to dryue aweye Hunger.
Blynde and bedreden were botened a þousande, 185
Þat seten to begge syluer; sone were þei heled.
For þat was bake for Bayarde was bote for many hungry,
And many a beggere for benes buxome was to swynke,
And eche a pore man wel apayed to haue pesen for his huyre,
And what Pieres preyed hem to do as prest as a sperhauke. 190
And þereof was Peres proude, and put hem to werke,
And ȝaf hem mete as he myȝte aforth, and mesurable
huyre.
Þanne hadde Peres pité, and preyed Hunger to wende
Home into his owne erde, and holden hym þere:
'For I am wel awroke now of wastoures, þorw þi myȝte. 195
Ac I preye þe, ar þow passe,' quod Pieres to Hunger,
'Of beggeres and of bidderes what best be <to> done?
For I wote wel, be þow went, þei wil worche ful ille;
For myschief it maketh þei beth so meke nouthe,
And for defaute of her fode þis folke is at my wille. 200
Þey are my blody bretheren,' quod Pieres, 'for God bouȝte
vs alle;
Treuthe tauȝte me ones to louye hem vchone,
And to helpen hem of alle þinge ay as hem nedeth.
And now wolde I witen of þe what were þe best,
An how I myȝte amaistrien hem, and make hem to worche.' 205
'Here now,' quod Hunger 'and holde it for a wisdome:
Bolde beggeres and bigge, þat mowe her bred biswynke,
With houndes bred and hors bred holde vp her hertis,
Abate hem with benes for bollyng of her wombe;
And ȝif þe gomes grucche, bidde hem go swynke, 210
And he shal soupe swettere whan he it hath deseruid.
And if þow fynde any freke, þat fortune hath appeyred
Or any maner fals men, fonde þow suche to cnowe;
Conforte hym with þi catel, for Crystes loue of heuene;
Loue hem and lene hem, so lawe of God techeth:— 215
_Alter alterius onera portate_.
And alle maner of men þat þow myȝte asspye
That nedy ben and nauȝty, helpe hem with þi godis;
Loue hem, and lakke hem nouȝte; late God take þe veniaunce;
Theigh þei done yuel, late þow God aworthe:— 220
_Michi vindictam, et ego retribuam_.
And if þow wil be graciouse to God, do as þe Gospel techeth,
And bilow þe amonges low men; so shaltow lacche grace:—
_Facite vobis amicos de mamona iniquitatis_.'
'I wolde nouȝt greue God,' quod Piers, 'for al þe good on
grounde; 225
Miȝte I synnelees do as þow seist?' seyde Pieres þanne.
'Ȝe, I bihote þe,' quod Hunger, 'or ellis þe Bible lieth;
Go to Genesis þe gyaunt, þe engendroure of vs alle:—
"_In sudore_ and swynke þow shalt þi mete tilye,
And laboure for þi lyflode," and so owre Lorde hyȝte. 230
And Sapience seyth þe same, I seigh it in þe Bible:—
"_Piger pro frigore_ no felde nolde tilye,
And þerfore he shal begge and bidde, and no man bete his hunger."
Mathew with mannes face mouthed þise wordis:—
Þat _seruus nequam_ had a nam, and for he wolde nouȝte
chaffare, 235
He had maugré of his maistre for euermore after,
And binam <hym> his mnam, for he ne wolde worche,
And ȝaf þat mnam to hym þat ten mnames hadde;
And with þat he seyde, þat Holi Cherche it herde,
"He þat hath shal haue, and helpe þere it nedeth, 240
And he þat nouȝt hath shal nouȝt haue, and no man hym
helpe;
And þat he weneth wel to haue, I wil it hym bireue."
Kynde Witt wolde þat eche a wyght wrouȝte,
Or in dykynge, or in deluynge, or trauaillynge in preyeres,
Contemplatyf lyf or actyf lyf, Cryst wolde men wrouȝte. 245
Þe Sauter seyth in þe psalme of _Beati omnes_,
Þe freke þat fedeth hymself with his feythful laboure,
He is blessed by þe boke, in body and in soule:—
_Labores manuum tuarum, etc._'
'Ȝet I prey ȝow,' quod Pieres, '_par charité!_ and
ȝe kunne 250
Eny leef of lechecraft, lere it me, my dere.
For somme of my seruauntȝ, and myself bothe,
Of al a wyke worche nouȝt, so owre wombe aketh.'
'I wote wel,' quod Hunger, 'what sykenesse ȝow eyleth;
Ȝe han maunged ouermoche, and þat maketh ȝow grone. 255
Ac I hote þe,' quod Hunger, 'as þow þyne hele wilnest,
That þow drynke no day ar þow dyne somwhat.
Ete nouȝte, I hote þe, ar hunger þe take,
And sende þe of his sauce to sauoure with þi lippes;
And kepe some tyl sopertyme, and sitte nouȝt to longe; 260
Arise vp ar appetit haue eten his fulle.
Lat nouȝt Sire Surfait sitten at þi borde....
And ȝif þow diete þe þus, I dar legge myne eres
Þat Phisik shal his furred hodes for his fode selle,
And his cloke of Calabre, with alle þe knappes of golde, 265
And be fayne, bi my feith, his phisik to lete,
And lerne to laboure with londe, for lyflode is swete;
For morthereres aren mony leches, Lorde hem amende!
Þei do men deye þorw here drynkes, ar Destiné it wolde.'
'By Seynt Poule!' quod Pieres, 'þise aren profitable
wordis. 270
Wende now, Hunger, whan þow wolt, þat wel be þow euere,
For this is a louely lessoun; Lorde it þe forȝelde!'
'Byhote God,' quod Hunger, 'hennes ne wil I wende,
Til I haue dyned bi þis day, and ydronke bothe.'
'I haue no peny,' quod Peres 'poletes forto bigge, 275
Ne neyther gees ne grys, but two grene cheses,
A fewe cruddes and creem, and an hauer-cake,
And two loues of benes and bran ybake for my fauntis;
And ȝet I sey, by my soule, I haue no salt bacoun
Ne no kokeney, bi Cryst, coloppes forto maken. 280
Ac I haue percil, and porettes, and many koleplantes,
And eke a cow and a kalf, and a cart-mare
To drawe afelde my donge þe while þe drought lasteth.
And bi þis lyflode we mot lyue til Lammasse tyme;
And bi þat I hope to haue heruest in my croft, 285
And þanne may I diȝte þi dyner as me dere liketh.'
Alle þe pore peple þo pesecoddes fetten,
Benes and baken apples þei brouȝte in her lappes,
Chibolles and cheruelles and ripe chiries manye,
And profred Peres þis present to plese with Hunger. 290
Al Hunger eet in hast, and axed after more.
Þanne pore folke for fere fedde Hunger ȝerne
With grene poret and pesen—to poysoun Hunger þei þouȝte.
By þat it neighed nere heruest, newe corne cam to chepynge;
Þanne was folke fayne, and fedde Hunger with þe best, 295
With good ale, as Glotoun tauȝte, and gerte Hunger go
slepe.
And þo wolde Wastour nouȝt werche, but wandren aboute,
Ne no begger ete bred that benes inne were,
But of coket, or clerematyn, or elles of clene whete,
Ne none halpeny ale in none wise drynke, 300
But of þe best and of þe brounest þat in borgh is to selle.
Laboreres þat haue no lande to lyue on but her handes,
Deyned nouȝt to dyne aday nyȝt-olde wortes;
May no peny-ale hem paye, ne no pece of bakoun,
But if it be fresch flesch, other fische, fryed other bake, 305
And that _chaude_ or _plus chaud_, for chillyng of here mawe.
And but if he be heighlich huyred, ellis wil he chyde,
And þat he was werkman wrouȝt waille þe tyme;
Aȝeines Catones conseille comseth he to iangle:—
_Paupertatis onus pacienter ferre memento_. 310
He greueth hym aȝeines God, and gruccheth aȝeines resoun,
And þanne curseth he þe kynge, and al his conseille after,
Suche lawes to loke, laboreres to greue.
Ac whiles Hunger was her maister, þere wolde none of hem
chyde,
Ne stryue aȝeines his statut, so sterneliche he loked. 315
Ac I warne ȝow, werkemen, wynneth while ȝe mowe,
For Hunger hide<r>ward hasteth hym faste,
He shal awake with water wastoures to chaste.
Ar fyue <ȝere> be fulfilled suche famyn shal aryse,
Thorwgh flodes and þourgh foule wederes frutes shul faille; 320
And so sayde Saturne, and sent ȝow to warne:
Whan ȝe se þe sonne amys, and two monkes hedes,
And a mayde haue þe maistrie, and multiplied bi eight,
Þanne shal Deth withdrawe, and Derthe be Iustice,
And Dawe þe Dyker deye for hunger, 325
But if God of his goodnesse graunt vs a trewe.
[Foot-note: 6 wolde] wil _MS._]
[Foot-note: 130 or] and _MS._]
B. FROM THE C-TEXT, PASSUS VI, ll. 1-104.
MS. Phillips 8231 (about 1400).
Thus ich awaked, wot God, wanne ich wonede on Cornehulle,
Kytte and ich in a cote, cloþed as a lollere,
And lytel _ylete_ by, leyue me for soþe,
Among lollares of London and lewede heremytes;
For ich made of þo men as Reson me tauhte. 5
For as ich cam by Conscience, wit Reson ich mette,
In an hote heruest, wenne ich hadde myn hele,
And lymes to labore with, and louede wel fare,
And no dede to do bote drynke and to slepe:
In hele and in vnité on me aposede, 10
Romynge in remembraunce, thus Reson me aratede:—
'Canstow seruen,' he seide, 'oþer syngen in a churche,
Oþer coke for my cokers, oþer to þe cart picche,
Mowe, oþer mowen, oþer make bond to sheues,
Repe, oþer be a repereyue, and aryse erliche, 15
Oþer haue an horne and be haywarde, and liggen oute a nyghtes,
And kepe my corn in my croft fro pykers and þeeues?
Oþer shappe shon oþer cloþes, oþer shep oþer kyn kepe,
<H>eggen oþer harwen, oþer swyn oþer gees dryue,
Oþer eny kyns craft þat to þe comune nudeþ, 20
Hem þat bedreden be bylyue to fynde?'
'Certes,' ich seyde, 'and so me God helpe,
Ich am to waik to worche with sykel oþer with sythe,
And to long, leyf me, lowe for to stoupe,
To worchen as a workeman eny wyle to dure.' 25
'Thenne hauest þow londes to lyue by,' quath Reson, 'oþer
lynage riche
That fynden þe þy fode? For an hydel man þow semest,
A spendour þat spende mot, oþer a spille-tyme,
Oþer beggest þy bylyue aboute ate menne hacches,
Oþer faitest vpon Frydays oþer feste-dayes in churches, 30
The wiche is lollarene lyf, þat lytel ys preysed
Þer Ryghtfulnesse rewardeþ ryght as men deserueþ:—
_Reddit unicuique iuxta opera sua_.
Oþer þow ert broke, so may be, in body oþer in membre,
Oþer ymaymed þorw som myshap werby þow myȝt be excused?' 35
'Wanne ich ȝong was,' quath ich, 'meny ȝer hennes,
My fader and my frendes founden me to scole,
Tyl ich wiste wyterliche wat Holy Wryt menede,
And wat is best for þe body, as þe Bok telleþ,
And sykerest for þe soule, by so ich wolle continue. 40
And ȝut fond ich neuere, in faith, sytthen my frendes
deyden,
Lyf þat me lyked, bote in þes longe clothes.
Hyf ich by laboure sholde lyue and lyflode deseruen,
That labour þat ich lerned best þer_with_ lyue ich sholde:—
_In eadem uocatione qua uocati estis_. 45
And ich lyue in Londene and on Londen bothe;
The lomes þat ich laboure with and lyflode deserue
Ys _Paternoster_, and my Prymer, _Placebo_ and _Dirige_,
And my Sauter som tyme, and my Seuene Psalmes.
Thus ich synge for hure soules of suche as me helpen, 50
And þo þat fynden me my fode vochen saf, ich trowe,
To be wolcome wanne ich come oþerwyle in a monthe,
Now with hym and now with hure; and þusgate ich begge
Withoute bagge oþer botel bote my wombe one.
And also, moreouer, me þynkeþ, syre Reson, 55
Men sholde constreyne no clerke to knauene werkes;
For by lawe of _Leuitici_, þat oure Lord ordeynede,
Clerkes þat aren crouned, of kynde vnderstondyng,
Sholde noþer swynke, ne swete, ne swere at enquestes,
Ne fyghte in no vauntwarde, ne hus fo greue:— 60
_Non reddas malum pro malo_.
For it ben aires of heuene alle þat ben crounede,
And in queer in churches Cristes owene mynestres:—
_Dominus pars hereditatis mee_; & alibi: _Clementia non
constringit_.
Hit bycomeþ for clerkus Crist for to seruen, 65
And knaues vncrouned to cart and to worche.
For shold no clerk be crouned bote yf he ycome were
Of franklens and free men, and of folke yweddede.
Bondmen and bastardes and beggers children,
Thuse bylongeþ to labour, and lordes children sholde seruen, 70
Bothe God and good men, as here degree askeþ;
Some to synge masses, oþer sitten and wryte,
Rede and receyue þat Reson ouhte spende;
And sith bondemenne barnes han be mad bisshopes,
And barnes bastardes han ben archidekenes, 75
And sopers and here sones for seluer han be knyghtes,
And lordene sones here laborers, and leid here rentes to wedde,
For þe ryght of þes reame ryden aȝens oure enemys,
In confort of þe comune and þe kynges worshep,
And monkes and moniales, þat mendinauns sholden fynde, 80
Han mad here kyn knyghtes, and knyghtfees purchase<d>,
Popes and patrones poure gentil blod refuseþ,
And taken Symondes sone seyntewarie to kepe.
Lyf-holynesse and loue han ben longe hennes,
And wole, til hit be wered out, or oþerwise ychaunged. 85
Forþy rebuke me ryght nouht, Reson, ich ȝow praye;
For in my conscience ich knowe what Crist wolde þat ich wrouhte.
Preyers of <a> parfyt man and penaunce discret
Ys þe leueste labour þat oure Lord pleseþ.
_Non de solo_,' ich seide, 'for soþe _uiuit homo, 90
Nec in pane et pabulo_, þe _Paternoster_ witnesseþ:
_Fiat uoluntas tua_ fynt ous alle þynges.'
Quath Conscience, 'By Crist! ich can nat see this lyeþ;
Ac it semeth nouht parfytnesse in cytees for to begge,
Bote he be obediencer to pryour oþer to mynstre.' 95
'That ys soth,' ich seide 'and so ich byknowe
That ich haue tynt tyme, and tyme mysspended;
And ȝut, ich hope, as he þat ofte haueþ chaffared,
Þat ay hath lost and lost, and at þe laste hym happed
He bouhte suche a bargayn he was þe bet euere, 100
And sette hus lost at a lef at þe laste ende,
Suche a wynnynge hym warth þorw wyrdes of hus grace:—
_Simile est regnum celorum thesauro abscondito in agro, et
cetera_;
_Mulier que inuenit dragmam, et cetera_;
So hope ich to haue of Hym þat his almyghty 105
A gobet of Hus grace, and bygynne a tyme
Þat alle tymes of my tyme to profit shal turne.'
'Ich rede þe,' quath Reson þo 'rape þe to bygynne
Þe lyf þat ys lowable and leel to þe soule'—
'Ȝe, and continue,' quath Conscience; and to þe churche
ich wente. 110
[Foot-note: 3 And a lytel ich let by _MS._]
[Foot-note: 19 Heggen] Eggen _MS._]
[Foot-note: 44 þerwith] þerhwit _MS._]
[Foot-note: 62 alle] and alle _MS._]
[Foot-note: 63 in churches] and in kirkes _Ilchester MS._]
[Foot-note: 92 tua] tuas _MS._]
[Foot-note: 99 laste] latiste _MS._]