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◇ The Squire’s Prologue and Tale ◇

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 1. The Squire’s Prologue
 2. The Squire’s Tale
   2.1. (Part One)
   2.2. (Part Two)
   2.3. (Part Three)

1. The Squire’s Prologue

0 The Prologue to the Squire’s Tale
1 Squire, come near, if your wish it be,
2 And speak somewhat of love, for certainly
3 You know as much of it as any man.’
4 Nay, sire,’ quoth he, ‘but what I can
5 I will right heartily, I’ll not rebel
6 Against your wish; a tale will I tell.
7 Excuse me, if I should speak amiss.
8 My intent is good; lo, my tale is this.’

2. The Squire’s Tale

0 Here begins the Squire’s Tale

2.1. (Part One)

0 At Sarai, in the land of Tartary,
1 There dwelt a king who warred with Muscovy,
2 In which wars died many a mighty man.
3 This noble king was called Cambiuskan,
4 Who in his time was of such great renown
5 That there was nowhere in no region found
6 So excellent a lord in everything.
7 He lacked naught that does befit a king.
8 As to the sect in which he had been born,
9 He kept the law, to serve which he had sworn;
10 Added to this he was wise, brave and rich,
11 And merciful, and just, constantly fixed
12 On truthful speech, benign and honourable,
13 As firmly set as the centre of a circle,
14 Young, fresh and strong, he war espoused
15 As keenly as any true knight of his house.
16 A fair person he was and fortunate,
17 And ever so maintained his royal state
18 That there was nowhere such another man.
19 This noble king, this Tartar, Cambiuskan,
20 Had two sons by Elpheta his wife;
21 The eldest of the two named Algarsife,
22 The other son in turn called Cambalo.
23 A daughter had this noble king also,
24 Youngest of all; her name was Canace.
25 But to tell you of all her beauty,
26 Lies not in my tongue nor understanding.
27 I dare not undertake so great a thing;
28 My English too would prove insufficient.
29 Only a rhetorician, excellent
30 In all the frills belonging to that art,
31 Could describe her to you in every part.
32 I am none; I must speak then as I can.
33 And so befell it, when this Cambiuskan
34 Had twenty winters worn his diadem,
35 He held a feast, a custom among them,
36 To celebrate his own nativity
37 Which was proclaimed through Sarai city,
38 On the Ides of March, in the new year;
39 Phoebus the sun shone bright and clear,
40 For he was near his exaltation,
41 In Marsface, and in his mansion
42 In Aries, the choleric hot sign.
43 Cheerful was the weather and benign,
44 So that the birds in the sun’s gleam
45 What with the season and the fresh green
46 Full loudly sang out their affection.
47 Feeling they had at last won protection
48 Against the sword of winter, keen and cold.
49 This Cambiuskan, of whom I have told,
50 In royal vestments sat on his dais,
51 With diadem, full high in his palace,
52 And held his feast, so solemn and so rich
53 That in this world there was none other which
54 Could match it: and if I told of its array,
55 Then would I occupy a summer’s day;
56 Nor is there reason for me to advise
57 You of the order of the meal in any wise.
58 I’ll not list the exotic dishes, swans
59 In any number, also young herons.
60 And in that land too, so say the knights old,
61 There are meats that men as dainties hold,
62 Though in this country their worth is small.
63 There is no man who could tell them all;
64 I will not delay you now, for it is prime,
65 It would be fruitless, simply wasted time;
66 To my initial theme, then, I’ll have recourse.
67 It so befell that after the third course,
68 While the King in splendour sat, I say,
69 Listening to his minstrels sing and play
70 Before him at the table, delightfully,
71 In at the hall door, all suddenly,
72 There came a knight upon a horse of brass,
73 And in his hand a mirror, broad, of glass;
74 Upon his thumb he had a golden ring,
75 And by his side a naked sword hanging,
76 And up he rode to the King’s high board.
77 In all the hall was spoken never a word
78 For wonder at this knight; him to behold
79 Full eagerly they waited, young and old.
80 The unknown knight who came thus suddenly,
81 All armed, save for his head, full richly,
82 Saluted King and Queen and lords all,
83 In order, as were seated through the hall,
84 With such deep reverence and obeisance,
85 As much in speech as in his countenance,
86 That Gawain, with his ancient courtesy,
87 Though he were come again, out of Faery,
88 Could not have bettered him in any word.
89 And after this, before the King’s high board,
90 He in a manly voice proclaimed his message,
91 According to the manner of his language,
92 Without defect of syllable or letter.
93 And that his tale might appear the better,
94 As his words did, so did his face appear,
95 Like those who learn the art of speech here.
96 And though I cannot imitate his style,
97 Nor can I climb over so high a stile,
98 Yet say I this: as to the general intent,
99 What follows next adds up to what he meant
100 If it be that I have it still in mind.
101 He said: ‘The King of Araby and Inde,
102 My liege lord, upon this solemn day
103 Salutes you as best he can and may,
104 And sends you, in honour of your feast,
105 By me who am ready to serve your needs,
106 This horse of brass, that easily and well
107 Can in the space of one day natural
108 That is to say, in four and twenty hours
109 Wherever you wish, in drought or in showers,
110 Transport your body into every place
111 Where your heart wishes you to pace,
112 Without harming you, through foul and fair.
113 Or if you choose to fly as high in air
114 As an eagle does when he seeks to soar,
115 This same steed will bear you evermore,
116 Unharmed, till you are where you think best,
117 Though you sleep on his back or rest,
118 And return again, when you twist this pin.
119 Who wrought it knew many a cunning thing;
120 Through many a starry configuration
121 He waited to perform this operation,
122 And many a seal and bond did understand.
123 This mirror, too, that I have in my hand
124 Has such a power that a man may in it see
125 When will befall any adversity
126 Unto your kingdom, and to yourself also,
127 And openly who is your friend or foe.
128 And moreover, if any lady bright
129 Has set her heart on any manner of knight,
130 If he is false, she shall his treason see
131 His new love and all his secrecy
132 So clearly then, that he shall nothing hide.
133 Wherefore, again, this cheerful summer-tide,
134 The mirror and the ring that you can see
135 He has sent to my lady Canace,
136 Your excellent daughter sitting here.
137 The virtue of the ring, if you will hear,
138 Is this: that if she should choose to wear
139 It on her thumb, or in her purse it bear,
140 There is no bird flying in the heavens
141 Whose tongue shell not understand as given,
142 And know its meaning openly and plain,
143 And answer it in its language once again;
144 And every herb that grows on its root,
145 She shall know too, and whom it will suit,
146 Although his wound be ever so deep and wide.
147 This naked sword that hangs by my side
148 Such virtue has, that whoever shall you smite,
149 Through his armour it will carve and bite,
150 Though it were thick as is a branching oak.
151 And whoever is wounded by its stroke,
152 Shall never be whole till you choose, of grace,
153 To stroke him with the flat of it in the place
154 Where he is hurt; that’s as much as to say
155 You must with the flat of the sword again
156 Stroke the wound and it will swiftly close.
157 This is the truth indeed, may all men know;
158 It will not fail while it is in your hold.’
159 And when the knight had thus his tale told,
160 He rode out of the hall and did alight.
161 His horse that glittered as the sun so bright,
162 Stood in the courtyard, still as any stone.
163 The knight to a chamber was led alone,
164 His armour off, to the table then he sat.
165 The gifts were carried, royally at that
166 That is to say, the sword and the mirror
167 In procession into the high tower,
168 By certain officers to this so sworn.
169 And unto Canace the ring was born
170 Solemnly, to where she sat at table.
171 But assuredly, without a touch of fable,
172 The horse of brass itself could not be moved,
173 It stands as if to earth it has been glued.
174 It cannot be stirred by any man alive
175 Though with pulley and windlass they may strive.
176 And why, then? – Because they lack the skill.
177 And therefore in that place they leave it still,
178 Until the knight shall teach them the manner
179 Of moving it, as you shall shortly hear.
180 Great was the crowd that swarmed to and fro
181 To gaze at the horse that stood there so,
182 For it was that high, and broad and long,
183 And well proportioned, so that it was strong,
184 As if it had been a steed of Lombardy;
185 And withal so quick of eye and lively
186 As if it an Apulian courser were.
187 Indeed, from its tail up to its ear,
188 Nature and art could not the horse amend
189 For the better, so all said in the end.
190 But always the greatest wonder was
191 How it could move about if it were brass.
192 It was a work of faery, so it seemed.
193 Various folk, they variously scheme,
194 As many minds as heads, yet none agrees,
195 Murmuring as does a swarm of bees,
196 And think according to their fantasy,
197 Repeating fragments of old poetry,
198 Saying it is in truth like Pegasus,
199 Who fled through the air, the winged horse;
200 Or else like the Greek horse of Sinon,
201 That brought great Troy to its destruction,
202 As they had in the oldest stories read.
203 My heart,’ quoth one, ‘is evermore in dread;
204 I fear some men at arms lie there within,
205 Whose intent is this city for to win.
206 It would be well if we such things could know.’
207 Another whispered to his neighbour, low,
208 And said: ‘He’s wrong: it’s rather, by my logic,
209 An apparition fashioned by some magic,
210 As tricksters conjure things, at feasts of state.’
211 Of sundry doubts they chatter, and debate
212 As the unknowing will do, commonly,
213 Regarding things fashioned far more subtly
214 Than they in their ignorance can comprehend;
215 Yet leap to the wrong conclusion in the end.
216 And some of them marvelled at the mirror,
217 That had been carried to the master tower,
218 Wondering how men things in it could see.
219 Another answered and said it might well be
220 Naturally, and by combinations
221 Of angles and skilful reflections,
222 And said that in Rome was such a one,
223 They spoke of Witelo and Alhazen,
224 And Aristotle, who all left directives
225 Concerning curious mirrors and perspectives,
226 As men know who have their works explored.
227 And other folk marvelled at the sword
228 That would pierce clear through everything,
229 And spoke of Telephus the Mysian king,
230 And of Achilles with his wondrous spear,
231 For he could wound and heal, as you may hear,
232 Just in the way that men may with this sword,
233 Of which right now heard our king and lord.
234 They spoke of clever tempering of metal,
235 And spoke of the agents to be used withal,
236 And how and when it should tempered be,
237 A thing unknownat least it is to me.
238 Then they spoke about Canace’s ring,
239 And all conceded such a wondrous thing
240 Of ring-craft they had never heard, not one,
241 Except that Moses and King Solomon
242 Were said to have true knowledge of the art;
243 Thus said the people, gathering apart.
244 And in addition, some declared, it was
245 Marvellous to make of fern-ash glass,
246 And yet glass is unlike the ash of fern,
247 Though since this was nothing new to learn,
248 Those soon ceased their chattering and wonder.
249 Some wonder just as deeply about thunder,
250 And ebb and flood, and gossamer, and mist,
251 And other things as long as doubts exist.
252 Thus they chatter, wrangle and advise,
253 Till the King from the table deigns to rise.
254 Phoebus had left the line meridional,
255 And still ascending was the beast royal,
256 The noble Lion, and his star, Aldiran,
257 When the Tartar King, Cambiuskan,
258 Rose from the table, at which sat he.
259 Before him went the sound of minstrelsy
260 Till in the state room all men were present
261 Where sounded there diverse instruments
262 That it was heavenly for them to hear.
263 Then there danced sweet Venuschildren dear,
264 For their Lady in the Fishes sat, on high,
265 And gazed on them with a friendly eye.
266 The noble King was seated on his throne;
267 The unknown knight was fetched: he alone
268 Into the dance he goes with Canace.
269 Now is there revelling and jollity
270 That no dull man might easily devise!
271 He must have known of love in every guise,
272 And be a jovial man, as fresh as May,
273 Who could devise for you a like array.
274 For who could describe for you the dances
275 So strange in form, the fresh countenances,
276 Such secret glances and dissimulations,
277 For dread of jealous men’s observations?
278 No man but Lancelot, and he long dead.
279 Therefore I pass from all this joy, instead;
280 I say no more, but in their happiness
281 I leave them, till their supper they address.
282 The steward orders spices, by and by,
283 And also wine, the minstrelsy’s ally.
284 The ushers and the squires swiftly gone,
285 The spices and the wine arrive anon.
286 They eat and drink, and when that’s at an end,
287 Unto the temple, as is right, they wend.
288 The service done, they feasted all the day.
289 What need to tell you of all this array?
290 Each man well knows, that at a king’s feast
291 There’s plenty for the greatest and the least,
292 And more dainties than are in my knowing.
293 After the supper went the noble King
294 To see the horse of brass, with a whole rout
295 Of lords and ladies gathered round about.
296 Such marvelling was there at this horse of brass
297 That, since the great siege of Troy came to pass,
298 Where men marvelled at a horse also,
299 There was never such wonder here below.
300 But finally, the King asked the knight
301 The virtues of the courser, and its might,
302 And prayed him to explain its governance.
303 The horse soon began to frisk and dance,
304 When the knight laid hand upon its rein,
305 And said: ‘Sire, there’s no more to explain
306 But, when you wish to ride off anywhere,
307 You turn the pin inserted in its ear,
308 Which I shall tell you of, between us two.
309 You must tell him the places to which you
310 Wish to go, or the country where you’d ride.
311 And when you reach a place where you would bide,
312 Bid him descend, then turn another pin
313 For the action of the creature lies therein
314 And hell descend and execute your will.
315 And in that place he will bide, quite still;
316 Though all men to the contrary be sworn,
317 He cannot be dragged from there or drawn.
318 But if you choose to bid him hence be gone,
319 Turn the pin, and he will vanish anon
320 Out of every man and woman’s sight,
321 Yet return once more, whether by day or night,
322 When you choose to summon him again,
323 In such a manner as I will explain
324 Between us two, and that full soon. Now you,
325 May ride when you wish; there’s no more to do.’
326 Informed as the King was, by the knight,
327 When he had grasped all in his mind aright
328 Both the manner and form of the whole thing,
329 Full glad and blithe, the fine and noble King
330 Repaired to his revels as before.
331 The bridle then into the tower they bore,
332 And kept it with his jewels, prized and dear;
333 The horse then vanishedhow I am not clear
334 Out of his sight; you get no more of me!
335 But thus I leave, in joy and jollity,
336 Cambuskian, with his lords a-feasting,
337 Till well nigh the day began to spring.

2.2. (Part Two)

0 The nourisher of our digestion, Sleep,
1 Began to wink on them, and bade them keep
2 Note that much drink and labour must have rest.
3 And with a yawning mouth all there he kissed,
4 And told them all that sleep must have its hour,
5 For the humour of blood was now in power.
6 Cherish your blood, Nature’s friend,’ quoth he.
7 They thanked him, yawning, by two and three,
8 And everyone began to seek their rest,
9 As sleep commanded, and all thought it best.
10 Their dreams shall not be told, or not by me;
11 Their heads were those of inebriety,
12 That fashions dreams with no significance,
13 They slept till it was prime, at a glance,
14 Or most of themexcept for Canace.
15 She was quite temperate, as women be;
16 For of her father she had taken leave
17 To go and rest soon after it was eve
18 She had no wish both pale and wan to be,
19 Nor jaded the next morn, for all to see
20 And slept her first sleep, and then awoke.
21 For such a joy in her heart now spoke,
22 Telling of her curious ring and mirror,
23 That twenty times she had changed colour.
24 And in her sleep, due to the impression
25 The mirror made on her, she had a vision.
26 Wherefore she, ere the sun began to glide
27 Skywards, called the governess at her side,
28 And told her that she wished to rise.
29 This old woman, pleased to appear wise,
30 Being her governess, answered her anon,
31 And said: ‘Madame, shall you be gone,
32 And where this early, folk are all at rest?’
33 ‘I will arise,’ quoth she, ‘I think it best
34 To sleep no longer, and to walk about.’
35 The governess summoned then a great rout
36 Of women, and up they rose, ten or twelve.
37 And up rose fresh Canace herself,
38 As rosy and bright as does the new sun
39 That of the Ram has four degrees now run
40 No higher was he when she ready was.
41 And forth she walked on an easy course,
42 Arrayed, as for the pleasant season sweet,
43 Lightly, to play and roam with idle feet,
44 And only five or six of her company,
45 By woodland path forth through the park goes she.
46 The vapours rising from the earth abroad
47 Made the sun seem redder and full broad;
48 But nonetheless it was so fair a sight
49 That it made all their hearts soar with delight,
50 What with the new season and the morning,
51 And all the birds that she heard singing,
52 For right anon she knew what they all meant
53 By their songs, and all their true intent.
54 The nub and gist of every tale that’s told,
55 If it is hidden till desire grows cold
56 In those whove listened to what came before,
57 The savour passes: the longer it is the more,
58 Through an abundance of prolixity.
59 And for the same reason, it seems to me,
60 I should to the nub and gist now descend,
61 And make of her walking soon an end.
62 Upon a tree, from drought as white as chalk,
63 Where Canace was idling on her walk,
64 There sat a falcon, over her head full high,
65 That with a piteous voice began to cry
66 Till all the wood resounded far and deep.
67 She had beaten herself so piteously
68 With both her wings, that the crimson blood
69 Ran crown to root of the tree on which she stood.
70 And ever and again she uttered cry and shriek,
71 And pricked and stabbed herself so with her beak
72 That there is never a tiger or cruel beast
73 That dwells in wood or forest deep at least,
74 That would not have wept, if weep it could,
75 For pity of her, shrieking where she stood.
76 For there was never yet a man alive
77 If only I could the falcon well describe
78 Who has heard of another of such fairness,
79 Both in her plumage and her nobleness
80 Of shape, and all things that might valued be.
81 A peregrine falcon she appeared to be,
82 From foreign lands; and ever, as she stood,
83 She swooned now and again for loss of blood,
84 Till she had well nigh fallen from the tree.
85 The King’s fair daughter, Canace,
86 Who on her finger wore the curious ring
87 By which she comrpehended everything
88 That any bird might in its language say,
89 And could give answer in the selfsame way,
90 Understood now what the falcon said,
91 And for pity of it was good as dead.
92 And to the tree she hastened rapidly,
93 And at the falcon gazed all mercifully,
94 And held her skirt out wide, for she knew
95 The falcon must fall from the branch too
96 When it next swooned, from the lack of blood.
97 A long while waiting there she stood,
98 Till at last she spoke in this manner here,
99 To the hawk, as you shall swiftly hear:
100 What is the reason, if youre free to tell,
101 That you so feel the furious pains of Hell?’
102 Quoth Canace to the hawk high above.
103 Is it for sorrow at death or loss of love?
104 - For I think those the causes two below
105 That most may cause a noble heart woe.
106 Of other kinds of harm I need not speak,
107 For you yourself upon yourself harm wreak,
108 Which proves that it is either ire or dread
109 Provides the reason why you cried and bled,
110 Since I can see no other who does you chase.
111 For love of God, toward yourself show grace,
112 Or say how I may help? – For west or east
113 I never saw before now bird or beast
114 That behaved towards itself so piteously.
115 You slay me with your sorrow, verily,
116 I possess for you such great compassion.
117 For God’s love, from the tree now come,
118 And as I am here a king’s daughter true,
119 If that I in truth all the reason knew
120 For your distress, if it lay in my might,
121 I would ease it, before the fall of night,
122 So help me the great God of kin and kind!
123 And herbs I shall in plenty for you find,
124 To heal all your hurts, and that right swiftly.’
125 Then the falcon shrieked more piteously
126 Than before, and fell to the ground anon,
127 And lay in a swoon, dead and like a stone,
128 Till into her lap did Canace her take,
129 And she began from the swoon to wake.
130 And when that she out of her swoon awoke,
131 Then in her hawk’s language thus she spoke:
132 That pity flows readily in gentle heart,
133 Feeling its likeness in another’s smart,
134 Is proved every day, as men may see,
135 As well by practice as authority,
136 For gentle heart reveals its gentleness.
137 I see indeed, you show for my distress
138 Compassion, now, my fair Canace,
139 Out of true womanly benignity
140 Nature in your character has set there.
141 And not in any hope my fate to better,
142 But replying to your generosity,
143 And so that others may be warned by me,
144 As by the puppy’s punishment the lion,
145 For that reason and to that conclusion,
146 While I have opportunity and space,
147 I will confess my hurt, as I die apace.’
148 And all the while the one her sorrow told,
149 The other wept, as if turned to water cold,
150 Until the falcon bade her to be still;
151 And with a sigh thus she spoke her will.
152 Where I was bredalas, that bitter day! –
153 And fostered on a rock of marble grey,
154 So tenderly that nothing troubled me,
155 I never knew a day’s adversity
156 Till I could fly high beneath the sky.
157 There dwelt a male falcon close nearby,
158 Who seemed the well of all gentleness.
159 Yet was he full of treason and falseness,
160 That was cloaked so by a humble manner
161 And the hue of truth, beneath the banner
162 Of pleasantries, and his taking every pain,
163 That no one would have known how he could feign,
164 So deeply ingrained appeared his colours.
165 Just as a serpent lurks beneath the flowers
166 And waits the time its evil to commit,
167 Just so this God of Love’s hypocrite
168 Did so with ceremony and obeisance,
169 Kept up appearances with due observance,
170 Consistent with the courtesies of love.
171 As in a tomb all seems fair above,
172 While beneath it is the corpse, as you know,
173 Such was this hypocrite, both hot and cold.
174 And in this way pursued he his intent,
175 That, save the fiend, none knew what he meant,
176 Till he so long had wept and complained,
177 And many a year his service to me feigned,
178 Until my heart, too merciful and foolish,
179 All innocent then of his crowned malice,
180 Fearful of his death, as it seemed to me,
181 Given his oaths, and from false security,
182 Granted him its love, on this condition:
183 That evermore my honour and renown
184 Be guaranteed, privately and apart.
185 That is to say, I gave him all my heart
186 According to his deserts, and all my thought
187 God knew, and he, otherwise I would not
188 Took his heart in exchange for mine, I say.
189 But truth it is, and has been many a day,
190 A true man and a thief think not as one.
191 And when he saw that things so travelled on
192 That I had fully granted him my love,
193 In such manner as I have said above,
194 And given him my true heart as free
195 As he swore he had given his to me,
196 Anon this tiger, full of deceitfulness,
197 Fell on his knees, in devout humbleness,
198 With such deep reverence, seemed there
199 So like a noble lover in his manner,
200 So ravished, it appeared then, by joy
201 That neither Jason nor Paris at Troy
202 Jason, I say? For sure, no other man
203 Since Lamech, he who at first began
204 To love two women, as was said of yore
205 No never, since the first man was born,
206 Could man contrive the twenty thousandth part
207 Of the false sophistry of all his art,
208 None were worthy to lace his shoe,
209 When false duplicity was there to do,
210 Nor one who could pay thanks as he to me!
211 His manners were so heavenly to see
212 To any woman: were she ever so wise;
213 So painted he and polished to the eye
214 His speech as fine as was his countenance.
215 And I so loved him then for his obeisance,
216 And for the truth I thought was in his heart,
217 If there was anything that caused him smart,
218 However slight it was, I could neer resist
219 The pain, and felt how death my heart did twist.
220 And briefly, so far now this matter went,
221 That my will was his will’s instrument;
222 That is to say, my will obeyed his will
223 In everything that was also reasonable,
224 Keeping the limits of my honour ever,
225 Never was anyone so dear, none dearer,
226 Than he to me, none shall be so, God knows.
227 This lasted longer than a year or so,
228 With I believing of him naught but good.
229 Yet finally, so at the last it stood,
230 That Fortune herself no longer wished him
231 To dwell in the same location I was in.
232 Whether I felt woe, is not in question;
233 I cannot give you any true description,
234 But one thing I’ll say boldly, I
235 Know what the pain of death is thereby.
236 Such pain I felt, so deeply did I grieve.
237 Thus on that day of me he took his leave,
238 So sorrowfully too, I thought verily
239 That he had felt the hurt as deep as me,
240 When I heard him speak, saw his pale hue.
241 For despite all, I thought that he was true,
242 And also thought that he’d return again
243 Within a little while, I should explain
244 And there were reasons why he had to go
245 Matters of honour: it often happens so
246 So I made virtue of necessity,
247 And took it well, since thus it had to be.
248 As I best might, I hid from him my sorrow,
249 And took his hand, Saint John keep all us so,
250 And said to him thus: “Lo, I am yours, in all.
251 Be such as I have been to you, evermore.”
252 What he replied, I need not now rehearse.
253 Who spoke better than him? Who acted worse?
254 After he’d spoken well, came evil soon!
255 Therefore is she in need of a long spoon,
256 Who sups with the devil; so I’ve heard say.
257 Well, in the end he set forth on his way,
258 And forth he fled, till where it pleased him best
259 He chose a place, and there he took his rest.
260 I think he must have had this text in mind,
261 Thateverything according to its own kind
262 Takes its delight” – thus men say: I guess,
263 Men by their nature love new-fangledness,
264 As a bird does that in a cage they feed;
265 For though night and day they give him heed
266 Strew his cage as fair and soft as silk,
267 And give him sugar, honey, bread, and milk,
268 Yet, on the instant that his door is up,
269 He with his feet will kick away the cup,
270 And to the wood hell fly and worms eat.
271 So newfangled are they in their meat,
272 Novelty love, by nature and by kind;
273 No nobleness of blood has power to bind.
274 Such was this tierce, this falcon, woe the day!
275 Though he was gentle born, and fresh, I say,
276 And goodly for to see, humble and free,
277 He saw one day a kite all swiftly flee,
278 And all at once he loved this kite so
279 That all his love from me did swiftly go,
280 And thus he broke his word in that wise.
281 Now has the kite my love before her eyes,
282 And I am lost, and there’s no remedy!’
283 And the falcon cried at that with misery,
284 And swooned away next on Canace’s arm.
285 Great was the sorrow at the hawk’s harm,
286 That Canace and all her women betrayed.
287 They knew not how the falcon might be saved;
288 But Canace bore her homeward in her lap,
289 And softly in bandages then did her wrap,
290 Wherever she with her beak had hurt herself.
291 Now Canace must seek for herbs and delve
292 Them out of the ground, and make salves new
293 Of herbs both potent and of finest hue
294 To heal the hawk; to and fro day and night
295 She works the business and with all her might.
296 And by her bed-head she wrought a mew,
297 To house the hawk, covered with velvet blue,
298 The colour of constancy in women seen.
299 And all without the mew was painted green,
300 In which were pictured all the false fowls,
301 Such as the titmice are, tierces and owls,
302 And magpies, to screech at them and chide,
303 Out of spite were painted alongside.
304 So I leave Canace her hawk nursing.
305 I will say no more now about her ring
306 Till it should serve my purpose to explain
307 How the falcon claimed her love again
308 Repentant, for the story tells us so,
309 Through the good offices of Cambalo,
310 The King’s son of whom I have you told.
311 But henceforth I will my tale unfold,
312 By speaking of adventures and of battles,
313 Of which were never heard greater marvels.
314 First will I tell you of Cambiuskan,
315 Who in his day many a city won;
316 And afterwards I’ll speak of Algarsife,
317 And how he won Theodora to wife,
318 For whom he often in great peril was,
319 For which he sought help of the horse of brass;
320 And after will I speak of Cambalo,
321 Who in the lists, her two brothersfoe,
322 Fought for Canace, ere he might her win.
323 And where I left off, I’ll again begin.

2.3. (Part Three)

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