So that thei bothe mai compleigne。
Wher I miself mai noght availe
To sen an other man travaile；
I am riht glad if he be let；
And thogh I fare noght the bet；
His sorwe is to myn herte a game：
Whan that I knowe it is the same 270
Which to mi ladi stant enclined；
And hath his love noght termined；
I am riht joifull in my thoght。
If such Envie grieveth oght；
As I beknowe me coupable；
Ye that be wys and resonable；
Mi fader； telleth youre avis。
Mi Sone； Envie into no pris
Of such a forme； I understonde；
Ne mihte be no resoun stonde 280
For this Envie hath such a kinde；
That he wole sette himself behinde
To hindre with an othre wyht；
And gladly lese his oghne riht
To make an other lesen his。
And forto knowe how it so is；
A tale lich to this matiere
I thenke telle； if thou wolt hiere；
To schewe proprely the vice
Of this Envie and the malice。 290
Of Jupiter this finde I write；
How whilom that he wolde wite
Upon the pleigntes whiche he herde；
Among the men how that it ferde；
As of here wrong condicion
To do justificacion：
And for that cause doun he sente
An Angel； which about wente；
That he the sothe knowe mai。
So it befell upon a dai 300
This Angel； which him scholde enforme；
Was clothed in a mannes forme；
And overtok； I understonde；
Tuo men that wenten over londe；
Thurgh whiche he thoghte to aspie
His cause； and goth in compaignie。
This Angel with hise wordes wise
Opposeth hem in sondri wise；
Now lowde wordes and now softe；
That mad hem to desputen ofte； 310
And ech of hem his reson hadde。
And thus with tales he hem ladde
With good examinacioun；
Til he knew the condicioun；
What men thei were bothe tuo；
And sih wel ate laste tho；
That on of hem was coveitous；
And his fela was envious。
And thus； whan he hath knowlechinge；
Anon he feigneth departinge； 320
And seide he mot algate wende。
Bot herkne now what fell at ende：
For thanne he made hem understonde
That he was there of goddes sonde；
And seide hem； for the kindeschipe
That thei have don him felaschipe；
He wole hem do som grace ayein；
And bad that on of hem schal sein
What thing him is lievest to crave；
And he it schal of yifte have； 330
And over that ek forth withal
He seith that other have schal
The double of that his felaw axeth；
And thus to hem his grace he taxeth。
The coveitous was wonder glad；
And to that other man he bad
And seith that he ferst axe scholde：
For he supposeth that he wolde
Make his axinge of worldes good；
For thanne he knew wel how it stod； 340
That he himself be double weyhte
Schal after take； and thus be sleyhte；
Be cause that he wolde winne；
He bad his fela ferst beginne。
This Envious； thogh it be late；
Whan that he syh he mot algate
Make his axinge ferst； he thoghte；
If he worschipe or profit soghte；
It schal be doubled to his fiere：
That wolde he chese in no manere。 350
Bot thanne he scheweth what he was
Toward Envie； and in this cas
Unto this Angel thus he seide
And for his yifte this he preide；
To make him blind of his on yhe；
So that his fela nothing syhe。
This word was noght so sone spoke；
That his on yhe anon was loke；
And his felawh forthwith also
Was blind of bothe his yhen tuo。 360
Tho was that other glad ynowh；
That on wepte； and that other lowh；
He sette his on yhe at no cost；
Wherof that other two hath lost。
Of thilke ensample which fell tho；
Men tellen now fulofte so；
The world empeireth comunly：
And yit wot non the cause why；
For it acordeth noght to kinde
Min oghne harm to seche and finde 370
Of that I schal my brother grieve；
It myhte nevere wel achieve。
What seist thou； Sone； of this folie？
Mi fader； bot I scholde lie；
Upon the point which ye have seid
Yit was myn herte nevere leid；
Bot in the wise as I you tolde。
Bot overmore； if that ye wolde
Oght elles to my schrifte seie
Touchende Envie； I wolde preie。 380
Mi Sone； that schal wel be do：
Now herkne and ley thin Ere to。
Touchende as of Envious brod
I wot noght on of alle good；
Bot natheles； suche as thei be；
Yit is ther on； and that is he
Which cleped in Detraccioun。
And to conferme his accioun；
He hath withholde Malebouche；
Whos tunge neither pyl ne crouche 390
Mai hyre； so that he pronounce
A plein good word withoute frounce
Awher behinde a mannes bak。
For thogh he preise； he fint som lak；
Which of his tale is ay the laste；
That al the pris schal overcaste：
And thogh ther be no cause why；
Yit wole he jangle noght forthi；
As he which hath the heraldie
Of hem that usen forto lye。 400
For as the Netle which up renneth
The freisshe rede Roses brenneth
And makth hem fade and pale of hewe；
Riht so this fals Envious hewe；
In every place wher he duelleth；
With false wordes whiche he telleth
He torneth preisinge into blame
And worschipe into worldes schame。
Of such lesinge as he compasseth；
Is non so good that he ne passeth 410
Betwen his teeth and is bacbited；
And thurgh his false tunge endited：
Lich to the Scharnebudes kinde；
Of whos nature this I finde；
That in the hoteste of the dai；
Whan comen is the merie Maii；
He sprat his wynge and up he fleth：
And under al aboute he seth
The faire lusti floures springe；
Bot therof hath he no likinge； 420
Bot where he seth of eny beste
The felthe； ther he makth his feste；
And therupon he wole alyhte；
Ther liketh him non other sihte。
Riht so this janglere Envious；
Thogh he a man se vertuous
And full of good condicioun；
Therof makth he no mencioun：
Bot elles； be it noght so lyte；
Wherof that he mai sette a wyte； 430
Ther renneth he with open mouth；
Behinde a man and makth it couth。
Bot al the vertu which he can；
That wole he hide of every man；
And openly the vice telle；
As he which of the Scole of helle
Is tawht； and fostred with Envie
Of houshold and of compaignie；
Wher that he hath his propre office
To sette on every man a vice。 440
How so his mouth be comely；
His word sit evermore awry
And seith the worste that he may。
And in this wise now a day
In loves Court a man mai hiere
Fulofte pleigne of this matiere；
That many envious tale is stered；
Wher that it mai noght ben ansuered；
Bot yit fulofte it is believed；
And many a worthi love is grieved 450
Thurgh bacbitinge of fals Envie。
If thou have mad such janglerie
In loves Court； mi Sone； er this；
Schrif thee therof。 Mi fader； yis：
Bot wite ye how？ noght openly；
Bot otherwhile prively；
Whan I my diere ladi mete；
And thenke how that I am noght mete
Unto hire hihe worthinesse；
And ek I se the besinesse 460
Of al this yonge lusty route；
Whiche alday pressen hire aboute；
And ech of hem his time awaiteth；
And ech of hem his tale affaiteth；
Al to deceive an innocent；
Which woll noght ben of here assent；
And for men sein unknowe unkest；
Hire thombe sche holt in hire fest
So clos withinne hire oghne hond；
That there winneth noman lond； 470
Sche lieveth noght al that sche hiereth；
And thus fulofte hirself sche skiereth
And is al war of 〃hadde I wist〃：…
Bot for al that myn herte arist；
Whanne I thes comun lovers se；
That woll noght holden hem to thre；
Bot welnyh loven overal；
Min herte is Envious withal；
And evere I am adrad of guile；
In aunter if with eny wyle 480
Thei mihte hire innocence enchaunte。
Forthi my wordes ofte I haunte
Behynden hem； so as I dar；
Wherof my ladi may be war：
I sai what evere comth to mowthe；
And worse I wolde； if that I cowthe；
For whanne I come unto hir speche；
Al that I may enquere and seche
Of such deceipte； I telle it al；
And ay the werste in special。 490
So fayn I wolde that sche wiste
How litel thei ben forto triste；
And what thei wolde and what thei mente；
So as thei be of double entente：
Thus toward hem that wicke mene
My wicked word was evere grene。
And natheles； the soth to telle；
In certain if it so befelle
That althertrewest man ybore；
To chese among a thousend score； 500
Which were alfulli forto triste；
Mi ladi lovede； and I it wiste；
Yit rathere thanne he scholde spede；
I wolde swiche tales sprede
To my ladi； if that I myhte；
That I scholde al his love unrihte；
And therto wolde I do mi peine。
For certes thogh I scholde feigne；
And telle that was nevere thoght；
For al this world I myhte noght 510
To soffre an othre fully winne；
Ther as I am yit to beginne。
For be thei goode； or be thei badde；
I wolde non my ladi hadde；
And that me makth fulofte aspie
And usen wordes of Envie；
Al forto make hem bere a blame。
And that is bot of thilke same；
The whiche unto my ladi drawe；
For evere on hem I rounge and gknawe 520
And hindre hem al that evere I mai；
And that is； sothly forto say；
Bot only to my lady selve：
I telle it noght to ten ne tuelve；
Therof I wol me wel avise；
To speke or jangle in eny wise
That toucheth to my ladi name；
The which in ernest and in game
I wolde save into my deth；
For me were levere lacke breth 530
Than speken of hire name amis。
Now have ye herd touchende of this；
Mi fader； in confessioun：
And therfor of Detraccioun
In love； of that I have mispoke；
Tel how ye wole it schal be wroke。
I am al redy forto bere
Mi peine； and also to forbere
What thing that ye wol noght allowe；
For who is bounden； he mot bowe。 540
So wol I bowe unto youre heste；
For I dar make this beheste；
That I to yow have nothing hid；
Bot told riht as it is betid；
And otherwise of no mispeche；
Mi conscience forto seche；
I can noght of Envie finde；
That I mispoke have oght behinde
Wherof love owhte be mispaid。
Now have ye herd and I have said； 550
What wol ye； fader； that I do？
Mi Sone； do nomore so；
Bot evere kep thi tunge stille；
Thou miht the more have of thi wille。
For as thou saist thiselven here；
Thi ladi is of such manere；
So wys； so war in alle thinge；
It nedeth of no bakbitinge
That thou thi ladi mis enforme：
For whan sche knoweth al the forme； 560
How that thiself art envious；
Thou schalt noght be so gracious
As thou peraunter scholdest elles。
Ther wol noman drinke of tho welles
Whiche as he wot is puyson inne；
And ofte swich as men beginne
Towardes othre； swich thei finde；
That set hem ofte fer behinde；
Whan that thei wene be before。
Mi goode Sone； and thou therfore 570
Bewar and lef thi wicke speche；
Wherof hath fallen