Canterbury Tales (ed. Skeat)/Prioress

Bihold the mery wordes of the Host to the Shipman and to the lady Prioresse.

'Wel seyd, by corpus dominus,' quod our hoste,        1625
'Now longe moot thou sayle by the coste,
Sir gentil maister, gentil marineer!
God yeve this monk a thousand last quad yeer!
A ha! felawes! beth ware of swiche a Iape!
The monk putte in the mannes hood an ape,        1630
And in his wyves eek, by seint Austin!
Draweth no monkes more un-to your in.

  But now passe over, and lat us seke aboute,
Who shal now telle first, of al this route,        (10)
Another tale;' and with that word he sayde,        1635
As curteisly as it had been a mayde,
'My lady Prioresse, by your leve,
So that I wiste I sholde yow nat greve,
I wolde demen that ye tellen sholde
A tale next, if so were that ye wolde.        1640
Now wol ye vouche-sauf, my lady dere?'

  'Gladly,' quod she, and seyde as ye shal here.        (18)


The Prologe of the Prioresses Tale.

Domine, dominus noster.

O Lord our lord, thy name how merveillous
Is in this large worlde y-sprad—quod she:—
For noght only thy laude precious        1645
Parfourned is by men of dignitee,
But by the mouth of children thy bountee
Parfourned is, for on the brest soukinge
Som tyme shewen they thyn heryinge.

Wherfor in laude, as I best can or may,        1650
Of thee, and of the whyte lily flour
Which that thee bar, and is a mayde alway,        (10)
To telle a storie I wol do my labour;
Not that I may encresen hir honour;
For she hir-self is honour, and the rote        1655
Of bountee, next hir sone, and soules bote.—

O moder mayde! o mayde moder free!
O bush unbrent, brenninge in Moyses sighte,
That ravisedest doun fro the deitee,
Thurgh thyn humblesse, the goost that in thalighte,        1660
Of whos vertu, whan he thyn herte lighte,
Conceived was the fadres sapience,        (20)
Help me to telle it in thy reverence!

Lady! thy bountee, thy magnificence,
Thy vertu, and thy grete humilitee        1665
Ther may no tonge expresse in no science;
For som-tyme, lady, er men praye to thee,
Thou goost biforn of thy benignitee,
And getest us the light, thurgh thy preyere,
To gyden us un-to thy sone so dere.        1670

My conning is so wayk, o blisful quene,
For to declare thy grete worthinesse,        (30)
That I ne may the weighte nat sustene,
But as a child of twelf monthe old, or lesse,
That can unnethes any word expresse,        1675
Right so fare I, and therfor I yow preye,
Gydeth my song that I shal of yow seye.


Here biginneth the Prioresses Tale.

Ther was in Asie, in a greet citee,
Amonges cristen folk, a Iewerye,
Sustened by a lord of that contree        1680
For foule usure and lucre of vilanye,
Hateful to Crist and to his companye;        (40)
And thurgh the strete men mighte ryde or wende,
For it was free, and open at either ende.

A litel scole of cristen folk ther stood        1685
Doun at the ferther ende, in which ther were
Children an heep, y-comen of cristen blood,
That lerned in that scole yeer by yere
Swich maner doctrine as men used there,
This is to seyn, to singen and to rede,        1690
As smale children doon in hir childhede.

Among thise children was a widwes sone,        (50)
A litel clergeon, seven yeer of age,
That day by day to scole was his wone,
And eek also, wher-as he saugh thimage        1695
Of Cristes moder, hadde he in usage,
As him was taught, to knele adoun and seye
His Ave Marie, as he goth by the weye.

Thus hath this widwe hir litel sone y-taught
Our blisful lady, Cristes moder dere,        1700
To worshipe ay, and he forgat it naught,
For sely child wol alday sone lere;        (60)
But ay, whan I remembre on this matere,
Seint Nicholas stant ever in my presence,
For he so yong to Crist did reverence.        1705

This litel child, his litel book lerninge,
As he sat in the scole at his prymer,
He Alma redemptoris herde singe,
As children lerned hir antiphoner;
And, as he dorste, he drough him ner and ner,        1710
And herkned ay the wordes and the note,
Til he the firste vers coude al by rote.        (70)

Noght wiste he what this Latin was to seye,
For he so yong and tendre was of age;
But on a day his felaw gan he preye        1715
Texpounden him this song in his langage,
Or telle him why this song was in usage;
This preyde he him to construe and declare
Ful ofte tyme upon his knowes bare.

His felaw, which that elder was than he,        1720
Answerde him thus: 'this song, I have herd seye,
Was maked of our blisful lady free,        (80)
Hir to salue, and eek hir for to preye
To been our help and socour whan we deye.
I can no more expounde in this matere;        1725
I lerne song, I can but smal grammere.'

'And is this song maked in reverence
Of Cristes moder?' seyde this innocent;
'Now certes, I wol do my diligence
To conne it al, er Cristemasse is went;        1730
Though that I for my prymer shal be shent,
And shal be beten thryës in an houre,        (90)
I wol it conne, our lady for to honoure.'

His felaw taughte him homward prively,
Fro day to day, til he coude it by rote,        1735
And than he song it wel and boldely
Fro word to word, acording with the note;
Twyës a day it passed thurgh his throte,
To scoleward and homward whan he wente;
On Cristes moder set was his entente.        1740

As I have seyd, thurgh-out the Iewerye
This litel child, as he cam to and fro,        (100)
Ful merily than wolde he singe, and crye
O Alma redemptoris ever-mo.
The swetnes hath his herte perced so        1745
Of Cristes moder, that, to hir to preye,
He can nat stinte of singing by the weye.

Our firste fo, the serpent Sathanas,
That hath in Iewes herte his waspes nest,
Up swal, and seide, 'o Hebraik peple, allas!        1750
Is this to yow a thing that is honest,
That swich a boy shal walken as him lest        (110)
In your despyt, and singe of swich sentence,
Which is agayn your lawes reverence?'

Fro thennes forth the Iewes han conspyred        1755
This innocent out of this world to chace;
An homicyde ther-to han they hyred,
That in an aley hadde a privee place;
And as the child gan for-by for to pace,
This cursed Iew him hente and heeld him faste,        1760
And kitte his throte, and in a pit him caste.

I seye that in a wardrobe they him threwe        (120)
Wher-as these Iewes purgen hir entraille.
O cursed folk of Herodes al newe,
What may your yvel entente yow availle?        1765
Mordre wol out, certein, it wol nat faille,
And namely ther thonour of god shal sprede,
The blood out cryeth on your cursed dede.

'O martir, souded to virginitee,
Now maystou singen, folwing ever in oon        1770
The whyte lamb celestial,' quod she,
'Of which the grete evangelist, seint Iohn,        (130)
In Pathmos wroot, which seith that they that goon
Biforn this lamb, and singe a song al newe,
That never, fleshly, wommen they ne knewe.'        1775

This povre widwe awaiteth al that night
After hir litel child, but he cam noght;
For which, as sone as it was dayes light,
With face pale of drede and bisy thoght,
She hath at scole and elles-wher him soght,        1780
Til finally she gan so fer espye
That he last seyn was in the Iewerye.        (140)

With modres pitee in hir brest enclosed,
She gooth, as she were half out of hir minde,
To every place wher she hath supposed        1785
By lyklihede hir litel child to finde;
And ever on Cristes moder meke and kinde
She cryde, and atte laste thus she wroghte,
Among the cursed Iewes she him soghte.

She frayneth and she preyeth pitously        1790
To every Iew that dwelte in thilke place,
To telle hir, if hir child wente oght for-by.        (150)
They seyde, 'nay'; but Iesu, of his grace,
Yaf in hir thought, inwith a litel space,
That in that place after hir sone she cryde,        1795
Wher he was casten in a pit bisyde.

O grete god, that parfournest thy laude
By mouth of innocents, lo heer thy might!
This gemme of chastitee, this emeraude,
And eek of martirdom the ruby bright,        1800
Ther he with throte y-corven lay upright,
He Alma redemptoris gan to singe        (160)
So loude, that al the place gan to ringe.

The Cristen folk, that thurgh the strete wente,
In coomen, for to wondre up-on this thing,        1805
And hastily they for the provost sente;
He cam anon with-outen tarying,
And herieth Crist that is of heven king,
And eek his moder, honour of mankinde,
And after that, the Iewes leet he binde,        1810

This child with pitous lamentacioun
Up-taken was, singing his song alway;        (170)
And with honour of greet processioun
They carien him un-to the nexte abbay.
His moder swowning by the bere lay;        1815
Unnethe might the peple that was there
This newe Rachel bringe fro his bere.

With torment and with shamful deth echon
This provost dooth thise Iewes for to sterve
That of this mordre wiste, and that anon;        1820
He nolde no swich cursednesse observe.
Yvel shal have, that yvel wol deserve.        (180)
Therfor with wilde hors he dide hem drawe,
And after that he heng hem by the lawe.

Up-on his here ay lyth this innocent        1825
Biforn the chief auter, whyl masse laste,
And after that, the abbot with his covent
Han sped hem for to burien him ful faste;
And whan they holy water on him caste,
Yet spak this child, whan spreynd was holy water,        1830
And song—'O Alma redemptoris mater!'

This abbot, which that was an holy man        (190)
As monkes been, or elles oghten be,
This yonge child to coniure he bigan,
And seyde, 'o dere child, I halse thee,        1835
In vertu of the holy Trinitee,
Tel me what is thy cause for to singe,
Sith that thy throte is cut, to my seminge?'

'My throte is cut un-to my nekke-boon,'
Seyde this child, 'and, as by wey of kinde,        1840
I sholde have deyed, ye, longe tyme agoon,
But Iesu Crist, as ye in bokes finde,        (200)
Wil that his glorie laste and be in minde,
And, for the worship of his moder dere,
Yet may I singe "O Alma" loude and clere.        1845

This welle of mercy, Cristes moder swete,
I lovede alwey, as after my conninge;
And whan that I my lyf sholde forlete,
To me she cam, and bad me for to singe
This antem verraily in my deyinge,        1850
As ye han herd, and, whan that I had songe,
Me thoughte, she leyde a greyn up-on my tonge.        (210)

Wherfor I singe, and singe I moot certeyn
In honour of that blisful mayden free,
Til fro my tonge of-taken is the greyn;        1855
And afterward thus seyde she to me,
"My litel child, now wol I fecche thee
Whan that the greyn is fro thy tonge y-take;
Be nat agast, I wol thee nat forsake."'

This holy monk, this abbot, him mene I,        1860
His tonge out-caughte, and took a-wey the greyn,
And he yaf up the goost ful softely.        (220)
And whan this abbot had this wonder seyn,
His salte teres trikled doun as reyn,
And gruf he fil al plat up-on the grounde,        1865
And stille he lay as he had been y-bounde.

The covent eek lay on the pavement
Weping, and herien Cristes moder dere,
And after that they ryse, and forth ben went,
And toke awey this martir fro his bere,        1870
And in a tombe of marbul-stones clere
Enclosen they his litel body swete;        (230)
Ther he is now, god leve us for to mete.

O yonge Hugh of Lincoln, slayn also
With cursed Iewes, as it is notable,        1875
For it nis but a litel whyle ago;
Preye eek for us, we sinful folk unstable,
That, of his mercy, god so merciable
On us his grete mercy multiplye,        (237)
For reverence of his moder Marye. Amen.        1880

Here is ended the Prioresses Tale.

Variae Lectiones, etc.

Heading. So E. (with Bihoold, murie, Hoost); Hn. Herke the myrie Wordes of the Worthy Hoost; Pt. And here bygynneth the prologe of the priores; Ln. Incipit prologus Priorisse.—1625. E. Hn. Hoost.—1626. E. Hn. moote; Ln. Hl. mot; rest mote.—E. saille; cost.—1628. E. this; rest the.—Hn. quaad; rest quade.—1642. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. sayde in this manere.—Heading. From E. Hn. (Hn. proheme, for prologe). Cp. has—Here begynneth the tale of Alma redemptoris, the prioresses Tale. Prolog. Domine Dominus noster.—1651. E. om. whyte.—1660. Hl. Cp. the alight.—1669. Hn. Slo. Ln. Hl. the] E. thurgh; Cp. Pt. to.—E. Hn. of; but the rest thurgh.—1675. Cp. Pt. Hl. vnnethes. E. Hn. vnnethe.—Heading. From E. Hn. has—Here biggynneth the Prioresse tale of Alma redemptoris mater.—1695. Cp. Pt. Ln. the ymage.—1696. E. he hadde.—1701. E. Pt. forgate.—1702. Hn. Hl. alwey.—1719. E. Hl. often.—1725. E. Hn. na.—1733. Cp. Pt. Hl. omit for.—1741. E. Iuerie.—1743. Slo. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. than; E. Hn. omit.—1745. Slo. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. hath; E. Hn. omit.—1754. Hl. your; Pt. Ln. ȝoure; E. Hn. Cm. Cp. oure.—1767. thonour] Cp. Pt. Ln. honour.—1794. inwith] Cm. Cp. Hl. withinne.—1805. Cp. Pt. wondren on; Ln. wonderne of; E. Hn. wondre vpon; Hl. wonder vpon; Cm. wonderyn vp-on.—1815. E. Hn. his; rest the; see l. 1817.—1817. Cm. Hl. the; rest his.—1819. E. the; rest thise, these.—1822. E. Cm. shal he; Pt. he shal; rest omit he.—1825. Hn. Hl. his; the rest this.—1826. E. Hn. Cm. Hl. the masse; Cp. Pt. Ln. omit the.—1827. Hl. thabbot.—1850. Cm. Cp. Pt. anteme; Ln. antime; Hl. antym; Hn. antheme; E. Anthephen.—1864. E. Hn. Cm. trikled; Cp. Pt. stryked; Ln. strikled; Hl. striken.—1866. Cp. Hl. ben; Pt. Ln. bene; E. Hn. Cm. Ieyn.—1869. Hl. thay went; rest been, ben, bene went.—1870. E. tooken; Hl. took; rest toke.—1871. E. temple; rest tombe, toumbe.—1873. E. alle for; rest omit alle.—1876. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. nys; E. Hn. Cm. is.—Colophon. From E.