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A col-fox, ful of sly iniquitee, |
450 |
That in the grove hadde woned yeres three, |
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By heigh ymaginacioun forn-cast, |
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The same nyght thurghout the hegges brast |
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Into the yerd, ther Chauntecleer the faire |
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Was wont, and eek hise wyves, to repaire; |
455 |
And in a bed of wortes stille he lay, |
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Til it was passed undren of the day, |
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Waitynge his tyme on Chauntecleer to falle, |
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As gladly doon thise homycides alle |
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That in await liggen to mordre men. |
460 |
O false mordrour, lurkynge in thy den! |
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O newe Scariot! newe Genyloun! |
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False dissymulour, O Greek synoun |
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That broghtest Troye al outrely to sorwe! |
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O Chauntecleer, acursed be that morwe |
465 |
That thou into that yerd flaugh fro the bemes! |
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Thou were ful wel ywarned by thy dremes |
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That thilke day was perilous to thee; |
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But what that God forwoot moot nedes bee, |
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After the opinioun of certein clerkis. |
470 |
Witnesse on hym that any parfit clerk is, |
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That in scole is greet altercacioun |
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In this mateere, and greet disputisoun, |
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And hath been of an hundred thousand men. |
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But I ne kan nat bulte it to the bren, |
475 |
As kan the hooly doctour Augustyn, |
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Or Boece, or the Bisshop Bradwardyn, |
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Wheither that Goddes worthy forwityng |
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Streyneth me nedefully to doon a thyng, – |
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“Nedely” clepe I symple necessitee; |
480 |
Or elles, if free choys be graunted me |
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To do that same thyng, or do it noght, |
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Though God forwoot it, er that it was wroght; |
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Or if his wityng streyneth never a deel |
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But by necessitee condicioneel. |
485 |
I wol nat han to do of swich mateere; |
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My tale is of a Cok, as ye may heere, |
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That tok his conseil of his wyf, with sorwe, |
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To walken in the yerd upon that morwe |
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That he hadde met that dreem, that I yow tolde. |
490 |
Wommennes conseils been ful ofte colde; |
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Wommannes conseil broghte us first to wo, |
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And made Adam fro Paradys to go, |
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Ther as he was ful myrie, and wel at ese. |
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But for I noot to whom it myght displese, |
495 |
If I conseil of wommen wolde blame, |
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Passe over, for I seye it in my game. |
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Rede auctours, wher they trete of swich mateere, |
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And what they seyn of wommen ye may heere. |
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Thise been the cokkes wordes, and nat myne; |
500 |
I kan noon harm of no womman divyne. |
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A brant-fox, full of sly iniquity, |
450 |
That in the grove had lived two years, or three, |
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Now by a fine premeditated plot |
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That same night, breaking through the hedge, had got |
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Into the yard where Chauntecleer the fair |
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Was wont, and all his wives too, to repair; |
455 |
And in a bed of greenery still he lay |
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Till it was past the quarter of the day, |
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Waiting his chance on Chauntecleer to fall, |
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As gladly do these killers one and all |
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Who lie in ambush for to murder men. |
460 |
O murderer false, there lurking in your den! |
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O new Iscariot, O new Ganelon! |
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O false dissimulator, Greek Sinon |
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That brought down Troy all utterly to sorrow! |
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O Chauntecleer, accursed be that morrow |
465 |
When you into that yard flew from the beams! |
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You were well warned, and fully, by your dreams |
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That this day should hold peril damnably. |
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But that which God foreknows, it needs must be, |
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So says the best opinion of the clerks. |
470 |
Witness some cleric perfect for his works, |
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That in the schools there’s a great altercation |
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In this regard, and much high disputation |
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That has involved a hundred thousand men. |
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But I can’t sift it to the bran with pen, |
475 |
As can the holy Doctor Augustine, |
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Or Boethius, or Bishop Bradwardine, |
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Whether the fact of God’s great foreknowing |
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Makes it right needful that I do a thing – |
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By needful, I mean, of necessity |
480 |
Or else, if a free choice he granted me, |
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To do that same thing, or to do it not, |
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Though God foreknew before the thing was wrought; |
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Or if his knowing constrains never at all, |
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Except by necessity conditional. |
485 |
I have no part in matters so austere; |
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My tale is of a cock, as you shall hear, |
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That took the counsel of his wife, with sorrow, |
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To walk within the yard upon that morrow |
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After he’d had the dream whereof I told. |
490 |
Now women’s counsels oft are ill to hold; |
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, |
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And Adam caused from Paradise to go, |
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Wherein he was right merry and at ease. |
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But since I know not whom it may displease |
495 |
If woman’s counsel I hold up to blame, |
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Pass over, I but said it in my game. |
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Read authors where such matters do appear, |
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And what they say of women, you may hear. |
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These are the cock’s words, they are none of mine; |
500 |
No harm in women can I e’er divine. |
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