That, by my trouthe, I wol thee nat biwreye." "Now," quod the firste, "thou woost wel we be tweye, And two of us shul strenger be than oon. Look whan that he is set, and right anoon 180 Arys, as though thou woldest with him pleye; And pleye at dees right at our owene wille." 185 190 Ful ofte in herte he rolleth up and doun "O lord !" quod he, “if so were that I mighte Have al this tresor to my-self allone, 195 word, I won't betray you." "Now," said the first, "thou knowest that we are two, and two are stronger than one. As soon as he sits down, get up, as if thou wouldst fool with him; then I will thrust my dagger through his sides while thou strugglest with him as if in fun, and do thou the same with thy dagger. Then, my dear friend, all this gold shall be divided between thee and me; then may we satisfy all our desires, and play at dice whenever we choose." Thus these two villains agreed, as you have heard, to slay the third. The youngest, the one who went to town, often he ponders the beauty of the bright new florins. "Oh, Lord," said he, "if only I might have all this treasure to myself alone, no man living under the throne of God would live as merrily 200 205 210 Of God, that sholde live so mery as I!" Putte in his thought that he shold poyson beye, And preyed him, that he him wolde selle The pothecarie answerde, "And thou shalt have 215 In al this world ther nis no creature, That ete or dronke hath of this confiture Noght but the mountance of a corn of whete, as I!" By and by the fiend, our enemy, put it into his thought to buy poison, with which he might slay his two companions; because the fiend found him leading such a life that he had permission to bring him to sorrow, for his settled intention was to slay them both and never to repent. Forth he went he would wait no longer to an apothecary in the town, and asked for some poison with which he might kill his rats, and also there was a polecat in his yard that, as he said, had slain his capons, and he wanted vengeance, if possible, on vermin that destroyed his property by night. The apothecary answered: "Thou shalt have a mixture that, as I hope God may save my soul, in all the world no creature may eat or drink of it even a bit as large as a grain of wheat—without losing his life right away. Yes, Ye, sterve he shal, and that in lasse whyle This cursed man hath in his hond y-hent 220 225 230 What nedeth it to sermone of it more? 235 To take the botel ther the poyson was, he will die in less time than thou canst travel a mile at a foot-pace, the poison is so strong and violent." The cursed man took the box of poison, and ran to a man in the next street, and borrowed three large bottles from him; in two he poured his poison, the third he kept clean for his own use. He planned to spend the whole night in carrying the gold out of the place. Now when this rioter (the villain!) had filled his three large bottles with wine, he again repaired to his comrades. What's the use of preaching any more? For just as they planned, they slew him right away. When this was done, one said: "Now let us sit down and drink and make merry, and then we will bury his body." With that word he happened by chance to take up the bottle containing poison, 240 245 5 And drank, and yaf his felawe drinke also, Than hadde thise wrecches two, er hir ending. Thus ended been thise homicydes two, And eek the false empoysoner also. Chaucers Wordes unto Adam, His Owne Scriveyn Adam scriveyn, if ever it thee bifalle Boece or Troilus to wryten newe, Under thy lokkes thou most have the scalle, Hit to correcte and eek to rubbe and scrape; and drank, and gave it to his companion to drink, as a result of which both died. But certainly I suppose that Avicenna never wrote in any book or in any chapter more notable symptoms of poisoning than these wretches had before their ending. Thus died these two murderers, and also the false poisoner. Adam my scribe, if it befall thee to copy again Boethius or Troilus, under thy locks thou oughtest to have the scab, unless thou copy accurately according to my composition. So often I have to go over thy work, to correct and rub and scratch it; and all is through thy negligence and haste. ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH POPULAR BALLADS The king sits in Dumferling toune, To sail this schip of mine?" |