ECLOGUE THE THIRD.
Wouldst thou kenn nature in her better parte?
Goe, serche the logges [1] and bordels[2] of the hynde[3];
Gyff[4] theie have anie, itte ys roughe-made arte,
Inne hem[5] you see the blakied[6] forme of kynde[7].
Haveth your mynde a lycheynge[8] of a mynde? 5
Woulde it kenne everich thynge, as it mote[9] bee?
Woulde ytte here phrase of the vulgar from the hynde,
Withoute wiseegger[10] wordes and knowlache[11] free?
Gyf soe, rede thys, whyche Iche dysporteynge[12] pende;
Gif nete besyde, yttes rhyme maie ytte commende. 10
MANNE.
Botte whether, fayre mayde, do ye goe?
O where do ye bende yer waie?
I wille knowe whether you goe,
I wylle not bee asseled[13] naie.
WOMANNE.
To Robyn and Nell, all downe in the delle, 15
To hele[14] hem at makeynge of haie.
MANNE.
Syr Rogerre, the parsone, hav hyred mee there,
Comme, comme, lett us tryppe ytte awaie,
We'lle wurke[15] and we'lle synge, and wylle drenche[16] of stronge beer
As longe as the merrie sommers daie. 20
WOMANNE.
How harde ys mie dome to wurch!
Moke is mie woe.
Dame Agnes, whoe lies ynne the Chyrche
With birlette[17] golde,
Wythe gelten[18] aumeres[19] stronge ontolde, 25
What was shee moe than me, to be soe?
MANNE.
I kenne Syr Roger from afar
Tryppynge over the lea;
Ich ask whie the loverds[20] son
Is moe than mee. 30
SYR ROGERRE.
The sweltrie[21] sonne dothe hie apace hys wayne[22],
From everich beme a seme[23]; of lyfe doe falle;
Swythyn[24] scille[25] oppe the haie uponne the playne;
Methynckes the cockes begynneth to gre[26] talle.
Thys ys alyche oure doome[27]; the great, the smalle, 35
Mofte withe[28] and bee forwyned[29] by deathis darte.
See! the swote[30] flourette[31] hathe noe swote at alle;
Itte wythe the ranke wede bereth evalle[32] parte.
The cravent[33], warrioure, and the wyse be blente[34],
Alyche to drie awaie wythe those theie dyd bemente[35]. 40
MANNE.
All-a-boon[36], Syr Priest, all-a-boon,
Bye yer preestschype nowe saye unto mee;
Syr Gaufryd the knyghte, who lyvethe harde bie,
Whie shoulde hee than mee
Bee moe greate, 45
Inne honnoure, knyghtehoode and estate?
SYR ROGERRE.
Attourne[37] thine eyne arounde thys haied mee,
Tentyflie[38] loke arounde the chaper[39] delle[40];
An answere to thie barganette[41] here see,
Thys welked[42] flourette wylle a leson telle: 50
Arist[43] it blew[44], itte florished, and dyd welle,
Lokeynge ascaunce[45] upon the naighboure greene;
Yet with the deigned[46] greene yttes rennome[47] felle,
Eftsoones[48] ytte shronke upon the daie-brente[49] playne,
Didde not yttes loke, whilest ytte there dyd stonde, 55
To croppe ytte in the bodde move somme dred honde.
Syke[50] ys the waie of lyffe; the loverds[51] ente[52]
Mooveth the robber hym therfor to slea[53];
Gyf thou has ethe[54], the shadowe of contente,
Beleive the trothe[55], theres none moe haile[56] yan thee. 60
Thou wurchest[57]; welle, canne thatte a trobble bee?
Slothe moe wulde jade thee than the roughest daie.
Couldest thou the kivercled[58] of soughlys[59] see,
Thou wouldst eftsoones[60] see trothe ynne whatte I saie;
Botte lette me heere thie waie of lyffe, and thenne 65
Heare thou from me the lyffes of odher menne.
MANNE.
I ryse wythe the sonne,
Lyche hym to dryve the wayne[61],
And eere mie wurche is don
I synge a songe or twayne[62]. 70
I followe the plough-tayle,
Wythe a longe jubb[63] of ale.
Botte of the maydens, oh!
Itte lacketh notte to telle;
Syr Preeste mote notte crie woe, 75
Culde hys bull do as welle.
I daunce the beste heiedeygnes[64],
And foile[65] the wysest feygnes[66].
On everych Seynctes hie daie
Wythe the mynstrelle[67] am I seene, 80
All a footeynge it awaie,
Wythe maydens on the greene.
But oh! I wyshe to be moe greate,
In rennome, tenure, and estate.
SYR ROGERRE.
Has thou ne seene a tree uponne a hylle, 85
Whose unliste[68] braunces[69] rechen far toe fyghte;
Whan fuired[70] unwers[71] doe the heaven fylle,
Itte shaketh deere[72] yn dole[73] and moke affryghte.
Whylest the congeon[74] flowrette abessie[75] dyghte[76],
Stondethe unhurte, unquaced[77] bie the storme: 90
Syke is a picte[78] of lyffe: the manne of myghte
Is tempest-chaft[79], hys woe greate as hys forme,
Thieselfe a flowrette of a small accounte,
Wouldst harder felle the wynde, as hygher thee dydste mounte.
[Footnote 1: lodges, huts.]
[Footnote 2: cottages.]
[Footnote 3: servant, slave, peasant.]
[Footnote 4: if.]
[Footnote 5: a contraction of them.]
[Footnote 6: naked, original.]
[Footnote 7: nature.]
[Footnote 8: liking.]
[Footnote 9: might. The sense of this line is, Would you see every thing in its primæval state.]
[Footnote 10: wise-egger, a philosopher.]
[Footnote 11: knowledge.]
[Footnote 12: sporting.]
[Footnote 13: answered.]
[Footnote 14: aid, or help.]
[Footnote 15: work.]
[Footnote 16: drink.]
[Footnote 17: a hood, or covering for the back part of the head.]
[Footnote 18: guilded.]
[Footnote 19: borders of gold and silver, on which was laid thin plates of either metal counterchanged, not unlike the present spangled laces.]
[Footnote 20: lord.]
[Footnote 21: sultry.]
[Footnote 22: car.]
[Footnote 23: seed.]
[Footnote 24: quickly, presently.]
[Footnote 25: gather.]
[Footnote 26: grow.]
[Footnote 27: fate.]
[Footnote 28: a contraction of wither.]
[Footnote 29: dried.]
[Footnote 30: sweet.]
[Footnote 31: flower.]
[Footnote 32: equal.]
[Footnote 33: coward.]
[Footnote 34: ceased, dead, no more.]
[Footnote 35: lament.]
[Footnote 36: a manner of asking a favour.]
[Footnote 37: turn.]
[Footnote 38: carefully, with circumspection.]
[Footnote 39: dry, sun-burnt.]
[Footnote 40: valley.]
[Footnote 41: a song, or ballad.]
[Footnote 42: withered.]
[Footnote 43: arisen, or arose.]
[Footnote 44: blossomed.]
[Footnote 45: disdainfully.]
[Footnote 46: disdained.]
[Footnote 47: glory.]
[Footnote 48: quickly.]
[Footnote 49: burnt.]
[Footnote 50: such.]
[Footnote 51: lord's.]
[Footnote 52: a purse or bag.]
[Footnote 53: slay.]
[Footnote 54: ease.]
[Footnote 55: truth.]
[Footnote 56: happy.]
[Footnote 57: workest.]
[Footnote 58: the hidden or secret part of.]
[Footnote 59: souls.]
[Footnote 60: full soon, or presently.]
[Footnote 61: car.]
[Footnote 62: two.]
[Footnote 63: a bottle.]
[Footnote 64: a country dance, still practised in the North.]
[Footnote 65: baffle.]
[Footnote 66: a corruption of feints.]
[Footnote 67: a minstrel is a musician.]
[Footnote 68: unbounded.]
[Footnote 69: branches.]
[Footnote 70: furious.]
[Footnote 71: tempests, storms.]
[Footnote 72: dire.]
[Footnote 73: dismay.]
[Footnote 74: dwarf.]
[Footnote 75: humility.]
[Footnote 76: decked.]
[Footnote 77: unhurt.]
[Footnote 78: picture.]
[Footnote 79: tempest-beaten.]