The blame upon the Duck thei leide。
Bot therayein the conseil seide
That thei be noght excused so；
For he is on and thei ben tuo； 1020
And tuo han more wit then on；
So thilke excusement was non。
And over that was seid hem eke；
That whan men wolden vertu seke；
Men scholde it in the Prestes finde；
Here ordre is of so hyh a kinde；
That thei be Duistres of the weie：
Forthi； if eny man forsueie
Thurgh hem； thei be noght excusable。
And thus be lawe resonable 1030
Among the wise jugges there
The Prestes bothe dampned were；
So that the prive tricherie
Hid under fals Ipocrisie
Was thanne al openliche schewed；
That many a man hem hath beschrewed。
And whan the Prestes weren dede；
The temple of thilke horrible dede
Thei thoghten purge； and thilke ymage；
Whos cause was the pelrinage； 1040
Thei drowen out and als so faste
Fer into Tibre thei it caste；
Wher the Rivere it hath defied：
And thus the temple purified
Thei have of thilke horrible Sinne；
Which was that time do therinne。
Of this point such was the juise；
Bot of the Duck was other wise：
For he with love was bestad；
His dom was noght so harde lad； 1050
For Love put reson aweie
And can noght se the rihte weie。
And be this cause he was respited；
So that the deth him was acquited；
Bot for al that he was exiled；
For he his love hath so beguiled；
That he schal nevere come ayein：
For who that is to trowthe unplein；
He may noght failen of vengance。
And ek to take remembrance 1060
Of that Ypocrisie hath wroght
On other half； men scholde noght
To lihtly lieve al that thei hiere；
Bot thanne scholde a wisman stiere
The Schip； whan suche wyndes blowe：
For ferst thogh thei beginne lowe；
At ende thei be noght menable；
Bot al tobreken Mast and Cable；
So that the Schip with sodein blast；
Whan men lest wene； is overcast； 1070
As now fulofte a man mai se：
And of old time how it hath be
I finde a gret experience；
Wherof to take an evidence
Good is； and to be war also
Of the peril； er him be wo。
Of hem that ben so derk withinne；
At Troie also if we beginne；
Ipocrisie it hath betraied：
For whan the Greks hadde al assaied； 1080
And founde that be no bataille
Ne be no Siege it myhte availe
The toun to winne thurgh prouesse；
This vice feigned of simplesce
Thurgh sleyhte of Calcas and of Crise
It wan be such a maner wise。
An Hors of Bras thei let do forge
Of such entaile； of such a forge；
That in this world was nevere man
That such an other werk began。 1090
The crafti werkman Epius
It made； and forto telle thus；
The Greks； that thoghten to beguile
The kyng of Troie； in thilke while
With Anthenor and with Enee；
That were bothe of the Cite
And of the conseil the wiseste；
The richeste and the myhtieste；
In prive place so thei trete
With fair beheste and yiftes grete 1100
Of gold； that thei hem have engined；
Togedre and whan thei be covined；
Thei feignen forto make a pes；
And under that yit natheles
Thei schopen the destruccioun
Bothe of the kyng and of the toun。
And thus the false pees was take
Of hem of Grece and undertake；
And therupon thei founde a weie；
Wher strengthe myhte noght aweie； 1110
That sleihte scholde helpe thanne；
And of an ynche a large spanne
Be colour of the pees thei made；
And tolden how thei weren glade
Of that thei stoden in acord；
And for it schal ben of record；
Unto the kyng the Gregois seiden；
Be weie of love and this thei preiden；
As thei that wolde his thonk deserve；
A Sacrifice unto Minerve； 1120
The pes to kepe in good entente；
Thei mosten offre er that thei wente。
The kyng conseiled in this cas
Be Anthenor and Eneas
Therto hath yoven his assent：
So was the pleine trowthe blent
Thurgh contrefet Ipocrisie
Of that thei scholden sacrifie。
The Greks under the holinesse
Anon with alle besinesse 1130
Here Hors of Bras let faire dihte；
Which was to sen a wonder sihte；
For it was trapped of himselve；
And hadde of smale whieles twelve；
Upon the whiche men ynowe
With craft toward the toun it drowe；
And goth glistrende ayein the Sunne。
Tho was ther joie ynowh begunne；
For Troie in gret devocioun
Cam also with processioun 1140
Ayein this noble Sacrifise
With gret honour； and in this wise
Unto the gates thei it broghte。
Bot of here entre whan thei soghte；
The gates weren al to smale；
And therupon was many a tale；
Bot for the worschipe of Minerve；
To whom thei comen forto serve；
Thei of the toun； whiche understode
That al this thing was do for goode； 1150
For pes； wherof that thei ben glade；
The gates that Neptunus made
A thousend wynter ther tofore；
Thei have anon tobroke and tore；
The stronge walles doun thei bete；
So that in to the large strete
This Hors with gret solempnite
Was broght withinne the Cite；
And offred with gret reverence；
Which was to Troie an evidence 1160
Of love and pes for everemo。
The Gregois token leve tho
With al the hole felaschipe；
And forth thei wenten into Schipe
And crossen seil and made hem yare；
Anon as thogh thei wolden fare：
Bot whan the blake wynter nyht
Withoute Mone or Sterre lyht
Bederked hath the water Stronde；
Al prively thei gon to londe 1170
Ful armed out of the navie。
Synon； which mad was here aspie
Withinne Troie； as was conspired；
Whan time was a tokne hath fired；
And thei with that here weie holden；
And comen in riht as thei wolden；
Ther as the gate was tobroke。
The pourpos was full take and spoke：
Er eny man may take kepe；
Whil that the Cite was aslepe； 1180
Thei slowen al that was withinne；
And token what thei myhten wynne
Of such good as was sufficant；
And brenden up the remenant。
And thus cam out the tricherie；
Which under fals Ypocrisie
Was hid； and thei that wende pees
Tho myhten finde no reles
Of thilke swerd which al devoureth。
Fulofte and thus the swete soureth； 1190
Whan it is knowe to the tast：
He spilleth many a word in wast
That schal with such a poeple trete；
For whan he weneth most beyete；
Thanne is he schape most to lese。
And riht so if a womman chese
Upon the wordes that sche hiereth
Som man； whan he most trewe appiereth；
Thanne is he forthest fro the trowthe：
Bot yit fulofte； and that is rowthe； 1200
Thei speden that ben most untrewe
And loven every day a newe；
Wherof the lief is after loth
And love hath cause to be wroth。
Bot what man that his lust desireth
Of love； and therupon conspireth
With wordes feigned to deceive；
He schal noght faile to receive
His peine； as it is ofte sene。
Forthi； my Sone； as I thee mene； 1210
It sit the wel to taken hiede
That thou eschuie of thi manhiede
Ipocrisie and his semblant；
That thou ne be noght deceivant；
To make a womman to believe
Thing which is noght in thi bilieve：
For in such feint Ipocrisie
Of love is al the tricherie；
Thurgh which love is deceived ofte；
For feigned semblant is so softe； 1220
Unethes love may be war。
Forthi； my Sone； as I wel dar；
I charge thee to fle that vice；
That many a womman hath mad nice；
Bot lok thou dele noght withal。
Iwiss； fader； nomor I schal。
Now； Sone； kep that thou hast swore：
For this that thou hast herd before
Is seid the ferste point of Pride：
And next upon that other side； 1230
To schryve and speken overthis
Touchende of Pride； yit ther is
The point seconde； I thee behote；
Which Inobedience is hote。
This vice of Inobedience
Ayein the reule of conscience
Al that is humble he desalloweth；
That he toward his god ne boweth
After the lawes of his heste。
Noght as a man bot as a beste； 1240
Which goth upon his lustes wilde；
So goth this proude vice unmylde；
That he desdeigneth alle lawe：
He not what is to be felawe；
And serve may he noght for pride；
So is he badde on every side；
And is that selve of whom men speke；
Which wol noght bowe er that he breke。
I not if love him myhte plie；
For elles forto justefie 1250
His herte； I not what mihte availe。
Forthi； my Sone； of such entaile
If that thin herte be disposed；
Tell out and let it noght be glosed：
For if that thou unbuxom be
To love； I not in what degree
Thou schalt thi goode world achieve。
Mi fader； ye schul wel believe；
The yonge whelp which is affaited
Hath noght his Maister betre awaited； 1260
To couche； whan he seith 〃Go lowe；〃
That I； anon as I may knowe
Mi ladi will； ne bowe more。
Bot other while I grucche sore
Of some thinges that sche doth；
Wherof that I woll telle soth：
For of tuo pointz I am bethoght；
That； thogh I wolde； I myhte noght
Obeie unto my ladi heste；
Bot I dar make this beheste； 1270
Save only of that ilke tuo
I am unbuxom of no mo。
Whan ben tho tuo？ tell on； quod he。
Mi fader； this is on； that sche
Comandeth me my mowth to close；
And that I scholde hir noght oppose
In love； of which I ofte preche；
Bot plenerliche of such a speche
Forbere； and soffren hire in pes。
Bot that ne myhte I natheles 1280
For al this world obeie ywiss；
For whanne I am ther as sche is；
Though sche my tales noght alowe；
Ayein hir will yit mot I bowe；
To seche if that I myhte have grace：
Bot that thing may I noght enbrace
For ought that I can speke or do；
And yit fulofte I speke so；
That sche is wroth and seith； 〃Be stille。〃
If I that heste schal fulfille 1290
And therto ben obedient；
Thanne is my cause fully schent；
For specheles may noman spede。
So wot I noght what is to rede；
Bot certes I may noght obeie；
That I ne mot algate seie
Somwhat of that I wolde mene；
For evere it is aliche grene；
The grete love which I have；
Wherof I can noght bothe save 1300
My speche and this obedience：
And thus fulofte my silence
I breke； and is the ferste point
Wherof that I am out of point
In this； and yit it is no pride。
Now thanne upon that other side
To telle my desobeissance；
Ful sore it stant to my grevance
And may noght sinke into my wit；
For ofte time sche me bit 1310
To leven hire and chese a newe；
And seith； if I the sothe knewe
How ferr I stonde from hir grace；
I scholde love in other place。
Bot therof woll I desobeie；
For also wel sche myhte seie；
〃Go tak the Mone ther it sit；〃
As bringe that into my wit：
For ther was nevere rooted tre；
That stod so faste in his degre； 1320
That I ne stonde more faste
Upon hire love； and mai noght caste
Min herte