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Alas! our wardein has his palfrey lorn.
This Alein al forgat both mele and com; Al was out of his mind hishuflbandrie: 4^75
What, whilke way is he gon I he gan to crie.
The wif came leping inward at a renne; Sfte iayd, Alas! youre hors goth to the senna With wilde mares as fast as he may go. Unthank come on his hand that bond him so, 4080 And he that better fhuld have knit the rein.
Alas! (quod John) Alein, for Cristes pein Lay doun thy swerd, and I fhal min alswa; 1 is ful wight, God watc, as is a ra. By Goddes saulc he fhal not scape us bathe. 4C85 Why ne had thou put the capel in the lathe f Illhaile, Alein, by God thou iaafomie.
These sely clerkes han ful fast yronne
No mo the amblyriR palfrie and the home
—Sec The Town and Country Magazine for May 1 ?<So, p. 17 J. ■—When this note was written I was in hopes of being able to refer the reader to fame more creditable edition of this poem; but the influence of those malignant stars which so long con* fined poor Rowley in his iron chest fcems still to predominate. Seriously it were much to be wiihed that the gentleman who is possessed of the still remaining fragments of this unfortunate author would print them as soon as pofiible. If he should not have leisure or inclination to be the editor himself he might easily find a proper person to take that trouble for him, as nothing more would be requisite tlum to print the several pieces faithfully from their respcctivemtT.dHtingutihing which of those mss. are originals and which transcripts* and also by whom and when the transcripts were made, as far as that can be ascertained*
Toward the fen, bo the Alein and eke John;
And whan the miller saw that they were gon 4C90
He half a busliel of hir ilour hath take,
And bad his wif go hnede it in a cake.
He iayd, i trow the clerkes were afcr.de:
Yet can a miller make a clerkes berde
For all his art. Yc, let hem gon hir way. 4095
Lo wher they gon. Ye, let the children play:
They get him not so lightly by my croun.
These scly clerkes renncii up and doun With Kepe, kepe; Stand, stand; jossa, warderere. Ga whistle thou, and I ihal kepe him here. 4100 But shortly, til that it was veray night They coude not, though they did all his might, Hir capel catch, he ran alway so fast, Til in a diche they caught him at the last.
Wery and wet, as bestes in the rain, 4 IOj
Cometh sely John, and with him cometh Alein.
•fr. 4094. male a deriei berde] i. e. cheat him. Faire la barbe, Fr. is to shave or trim the beard j but Chaucer translates the phrase literally, at leau when he uses it in its metaphorical sense. See ver. 5943, and H. of F. ii. 181. Boccace has the fame metaphor, Daam. viii. 10. Speaking of fume exorbitant
cheats, he 1 u-;. that they applied themselves nan a radere
mj jjeorticarc buominj; and a little lower—-si a/oruemetite la oarbiera/2/a/a mznire, ilrafiia.
And namely the miller, walawa! 1,1 .
- Thus plaineth John as he goth by the way ■..■ Toward the mille, and Bayard in his hond. :• The miller sitting by the fire he fond, . _:
For it was night, and forther might they nought, But for the love of God they him besought 4il4 Of herberwe and of esc, as for hir peny.
The miller saide agen, If ther be any,
A mile brode of twenty foot of space.
With empty hand men may na Invokes tull.
This miller to the toun his daughter fend
And bond hir hors he shuld no mose go loos,
*•• 4133. chalons} Whatever they were they probably were Nat from his owen bed ten foot or twelve:
His doughter had a !<ed all by hire solve, 4140
Right in the same chambre by and by:
It mighte be no bet, and cause why,
Ther was no rouiner herberwe in the place. «
They soupen, and they speken of solace,
And driiilien ever strong ale at the bell. 4145
Abouten midnight weute they to rest.
Wei hath this miller verniihed his hed,
To bed he goth, and with him goth his wif j
That as an hors he snortech in his slepc,
so called from their being made at Chalons. The glossary in-
The wenche routcth eke par cotnpagnir. 4*6$
Alein the clerk, that herd this melodic,
He poktth John, and sayde, Slepest thou?
Herdest thou ever Hike a song er now?
Lo whilke a complin is ymell hem alle;
A wilde fire upon hir bodies falle, 4170
Wha herkned ever slike a ferly thing?
Ye, they shall have the flour of yvel ending.
This lange night ther tides me no reste;
But yet na force, all shal be for the beste.
For, John, (sayd he) as ever mote I thrive, 4175
If that I may yon wenche wol 1 fwive.
Som escment has lawe ystiapen us;
For, John, ther is a lawe that saieth thus,
That if a man in o point be agreved
That in another flic shal be releved. 4180
Our corn is stolne, sothly it isna nay,
And we han had an yvel fit to-day;
And sin I shal have nan amendement
Again my loffe I wol have an esement:
By Goddessaule it shal nan other be. 4185
This John answered, Alein, avise thee;
The miller is a perilous man, he sayde,
And if that he out of his slepe abraide,
He mighte don us bathe a vilanie.
Alein answered, I count him nat a flie. 4I90
And up he rist, and by the wenche he crept.
This wenche lay upright, and faste slept,