And sih how that hire seli spouse
Was sett and loked on a bok
Nyh to the fyr； as he which tok 660
His ese for a man of age。
And sche began the wode rage；
And axeth him what devel he thoghte；
And bar on hond that him ne roghte
What labour that sche toke on honde；
And seith that such an Housebonde
Was to a wif noght worth a Stre。
He seide nowther nay ne ye；
Bot hield him stille and let hire chyde；
And sche； which mai hirself noght hyde； 670
Began withinne forto swelle；
And that sche broghte in fro the welle；
The waterpot sche hente alofte
And bad him speke； and he al softe
Sat stille and noght a word ansuerde；
And sche was wroth that he so ferde；
And axeth him if he be ded；
And al the water on his hed
Sche pourede oute and bad awake。
Bot he； which wolde noght forsake 680
His Pacience； thanne spak；
And seide how that he fond no lak
In nothing which sche hadde do：
For it was wynter time tho；
And wynter； as be weie of kinde
Which stormy is； as men it finde；
Ferst makth the wyndes forto blowe；
And after that withinne a throwe
He reyneth and the watergates
Undoth； 〃and thus my wif algates； 690
Which is with reson wel besein；
Hath mad me bothe wynd and rein
After the Sesoun of the yer。〃
And thanne he sette him nerr the fer；
And as he mihte hise clothes dreide；
That he nomore o word ne seide；
Wherof he gat him somdel reste；
For that him thoghte was the beste。
I not if thilke ensample yit
Acordeth with a mannes wit； 700
To soffre as Socrates tho dede：
And if it falle in eny stede
A man to lese so his galle；
Him oghte among the wommen alle
In loves Court be juggement
The name bere of Pacient；
To yive ensample to the goode
Of pacience how that it stode；
That othre men it mihte knowe。
And； Sone； if thou at eny throwe 710
Be tempted ayein Pacience；
Tak hiede upon this evidence；
It schal per cas the lasse grieve。
Mi fader； so as I believe；
Of that schal be no maner nede；
For I wol take so good hiede；
That er I falle in such assai；
I thenke eschuie it； if I mai。
Bot if ther be oght elles more
Wherof I mihte take lore； 720
I preie you； so as I dar；
Now telleth； that I mai be war；
Som other tale in this matiere。
Sone； it is evere good to lere；
Wherof thou miht thi word restreigne；
Er that thou falle in eny peine。
For who that can no conseil hyde；
He mai noght faile of wo beside；
Which schal befalle er he it wite；
As I finde in the bokes write。 730
Yit cam ther nevere good of strif；
To seche in all a mannes lif：
Thogh it beginne on pure game；
Fulofte it torneth into grame
And doth grevance upon som side。
Wherof the grete Clerk Ovide
After the lawe which was tho
Of Jupiter and of Juno
Makth in his bokes mencioun
How thei felle at dissencioun 740
In manere as it were a borde；
As thei begunne forto worde
Among hemself in privete：
And that was upon this degree；
Which of the tuo more amorous is；
Or man or wif。 And upon this
Thei mihten noght acorde in on；
And toke a jugge therupon；
Which cleped is Tiresias；
And bede him demen in the cas； 750
And he withoute avisement
Ayein Juno yaf juggement。
This goddesse upon his ansuere
Was wroth and wolde noght forbere；
Bot tok awey for everemo
The liht fro bothe hise yhen tuo。
Whan Jupiter this harm hath sein；
An other bienfait therayein
He yaf； and such a grace him doth；
That for he wiste he seide soth； 760
A Sothseiere he was for evere：
Bot yit that other were levere；
Have had the lokinge of his yhe；
Than of his word the prophecie；
Bot how so that the sothe wente；
Strif was the cause of that he hente
So gret a peine bodily。
Mi Sone； be thou war ther by；
And hold thi tunge stille clos：
For who that hath his word desclos 770
Er that he wite what he mene；
He is fulofte nyh his tene
And lest ful many time grace；
Wher that he wolde his thonk pourchace。
And over this； my Sone diere；
Of othre men； if thou miht hiere
In privete what thei have wroght；
Hold conseil and descoevere it noght；
For Cheste can no conseil hele；
Or be it wo or be it wele： 780
And tak a tale into thi mynde；
The which of olde ensample I finde。
Phebus； which makth the daies lihte；
A love he hadde； which tho hihte
Cornide； whom aboven alle
He pleseth： bot what schal befalle
Of love ther is noman knoweth；
Bot as fortune hire happes throweth。
So it befell upon a chaunce；
A yong kniht tok hire aqueintance 790
And hadde of hire al that he wolde：
Bot a fals bridd； which sche hath holde
And kept in chambre of pure yowthe；
Discoevereth all that evere he cowthe。
This briddes name was as tho
Corvus； the which was thanne also
Welmore whyt than eny Swan；
And he that schrewe al that he can
Of his ladi to Phebus seide；
And he for wraththe his swerd outbreide； 800
With which Cornide anon he slowh。
Bot after him was wo ynowh；
And tok a full gret repentance；
Wherof in tokne and remembrance
Of hem whiche usen wicke speche；
Upon this bridd he tok this wreche；
That ther he was snow whyt tofore；
Evere afterward colblak therfore
He was transformed； as it scheweth；
And many a man yit him beschreweth； 810
And clepen him into this day
A Raven； be whom yit men mai
Take evidence； whan he crieth；
That som mishapp it signefieth。
Be war therfore and sei the beste；
If thou wolt be thiself in reste；
Mi goode Sone； as I the rede。
For in an other place I rede
Of thilke Nimphe which Laar hihte：
For sche the privete be nyhte； 820
How Jupiter lay be Jutorne；
Hath told； god made hire overtorne：
Hire tunge he kutte； and into helle
For evere he sende hir forto duelle；
As sche that was noght worthi hiere
To ben of love a Chamberere；
For sche no conseil cowthe hele。
And suche adaies be now fele
In loves Court； as it is seid；
That lete here tunges gon unteid。 830
Mi Sone； be thou non of tho；
To jangle and telle tales so；
And namely that thou ne chyde；
For Cheste can no conseil hide；
For Wraththe seide nevere wel。
Mi fader； soth is everydel
That ye me teche； and I wol holde
The reule to which I am holde；
To fle the Cheste； as ye me bidde；
For wel is him that nevere chidde。 840
Now tell me forth if ther be more
As touchende unto Wraththes lore。
Of Wraththe yit ther is an other；
Which is to Cheste his oghne brother；
And is be name cleped Hate；
That soffreth noght withinne his gate
That ther come owther love or pes；
For he wol make no reles
Of no debat which is befalle。
Now spek； if thou art on of alle； 850
That with this vice hast ben withholde。
As yit for oght that ye me tolde；
Mi fader； I not what it is。
In good feith； Sone； I trowe yis。
Mi fader； nay； bot ye me lere。
Now lest； my Sone； and thou schalt here。
Hate is a wraththe noght schewende；
Bot of long time gaderende；
And duelleth in the herte loken；
Til he se time to be wroken； 860
And thanne he scheweth his tempeste
Mor sodein than the wilde beste；
Which wot nothing what merci is。
Mi Sone； art thou knowende of this？
My goode fader； as I wene；
Now wot I somdel what ye mene；
Bot I dar saufly make an oth；
Mi ladi was me nevere loth。
I wol noght swere natheles
That I of hate am gulteles； 870
For whanne I to my ladi plie
Fro dai to dai and merci crie；
And sche no merci on me leith
Bot schorte wordes to me seith；
Thogh I my ladi love algate；
Tho wordes moste I nedes hate；
And wolde thei were al despent；
Or so ferr oute of londe went
That I nevere after scholde hem hiere；
And yit love I my ladi diere。 880
Thus is ther Hate； as ye mai se；
Betwen mi ladi word and me；
The word I hate and hire I love；
What so me schal betide of love。
Bot forthere mor I wol me schryve；
That I have hated al my lyve
These janglers； whiche of here Envie
Ben evere redi forto lie；
For with here fals compassement
Fuloften thei have mad me schent 890
And hindred me fulofte time；
Whan thei no cause wisten bime；
Bot onliche of here oghne thoght：
And thus fuloften have I boght
The lie； and drank noght of the wyn。
I wolde here happ were such as myn：
For how so that I be now schrive；
To hem ne mai I noght foryive；
Til that I se hem at debat
With love； and thanne myn astat 900
Thei mihten be here oghne deme；
And loke how wel it scholde hem qweme
To hindre a man that loveth sore。
And thus I hate hem everemore；
Til love on hem wol don his wreche：
For that schal I alway beseche
Unto the mihti Cupido；
That he so mochel wolde do；
So as he is of love a godd；
To smyte hem with the same rodd 910
With which I am of love smite；
So that thei mihten knowe and wite
How hindringe is a wofull peine
To him that love wolde atteigne。
Thus evere on hem I wayte and hope；
Til I mai sen hem lepe a lope；
And halten on the same Sor
Which I do now： for overmor
I wolde thanne do my myht
So forto stonden in here lyht； 920
That thei ne scholden finde a weie
To that thei wolde； bot aweie
I wolde hem putte out of the stede
Fro love； riht as thei me dede
With that thei speke of me be mowthe。
So wolde I do； if that I cowthe；
Of hem； and this； so god me save；
Is al the hate that I have；
Toward these janglers everydiel；
I wolde alle othre ferde wel。 930
Thus have I； fader； said mi wille；
Say ye now forth； for I am stille。
Mi Sone； of that thou hast me said
I holde me noght fulli paid：
That thou wolt haten eny man；
To that acorden I ne can；
Thogh he have hindred thee tofore。
Bot this I telle thee therfore；
Thou miht upon my beneicoun
Wel haten the condicioun 940
Of tho janglers； as thou me toldest；
Bot furthermor； of that thou woldest
Hem hindre in eny other wise；
Such Hate is evere to despise。
Forthi； mi Sone； I wol thee rede；
That thou drawe in be frendlihede
That thou ne miht noght do be hate；
So miht thou gete love algate
And sette thee； my Sone； in reste；
For thou schalt finde it for the beste。 950
And over this； so as I dar；
I rede that thou be riht war
Of othre mennes hate aboute；
Which every wysman scholde doute：
For Hate is evere upon await；
And as the fisshere on his bait
Sleth； whan he seth the fisshes faste；
So； whan he seth time ate laste；
That he mai worche an other wo；
Schal noman tornen him therfro； 960
That Hate nyle his felonie
Fulfille and feigne compaignie
Yit natheles； for fals Semblant
Is toward him of covenant
Withholde； so that under both