The Clerk and the Nightingale I

 

In a mornyng of may,

 

as I lay on slepyng,

 

To here a song of a fowle

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I had gret likyng.

 

 

 

I herd a nyghtyngale syng -

 

I likyd hir full welle;

 

She seid to me, 'a wonder thyng

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I shall tell the euery delle.

 

[Nightingale]

 

'Thynk, man, for thi curtesy

 

& for thine owne gode,

 

Stonde a while and sey me

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why thou mornyst in thi mode?'

 

[Clerk]

 

'Nyghtyngale, wel I may

 

& wele I wot & wene,

 

I morne nyght and day

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for on that is so schene.'

 

[Nightingale]

 

'Now, clerk, for-soth thou art a fole

 

that thou mournys so depe:

 

that now is hot shalbe cole;

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that now lawgh oft may wepe.'

 

[Clerk]

 

'Nyghtyngale, she is so gode

 

that no thyng may telle,

 

ffayre and trwe, mylde of mode,

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she may me gif & sell.'

 

[Nightingale]

 

'Be waere, clerk, I warne the:

 

luf thou not so depe;

 

When thou levyst in luf to be,

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nede thou hase to wepe.

 

 

 

'A woman is a wonder thyng,

 

thow sho be fayre & stille,

 

She nys trwe to knyght nor kyng;

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clerke, to the she nylle.'

 

[Clerk]

 

'Nyghtyngale, why seyst thou so?

 

thou gabbust in thi tale.

 

Wymmen bryng men owt of woo;

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she is bote of alle bale.'

 

[Nightingale]

 

'Ne art thou not to lore sete,

 

and wist of olde & newe;

 

treue thi luf & lockyt bothe

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that word is not trwe.

 

 

 

'Alle woo a woman began;

 

she was begynyng:

 

Wyttenesse adam the formast man -

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that is no lesyng.'

 

[Clerk]

 

'Nyghtyngale, that wot I wele:

 

a woman wroght a shame.

 

A-nother, I telle the euery dell,

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broght us alle to game.'

 

[Nightingale]

 

'Be stille, clerk, thou art vn-wyse;

 

thou spekist of a mayde

 

that bare the lord of paradyse,

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that oure foo-men frayed.

 

 

 

'Name hir to no woman,

 

to mayden nor to wyfe;

 

ffor thou knowist, nor I ne kan,

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non so trwe of life.

 

 

 

'I take wyttenesse of dauyd kyng,

 

& at salamon the wyse,

 

that a woman for a litull thyng

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ofte change hir seruyse.

 

 

 

'Luf a woman as thi lyfe,

 

and kepe hir all with wynne,

 

ffor a purse or for a knyfe,

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when on is owt another is in.'

 

[Clerk]

 

'Nightyngale, thou gabbust me,

 

wymmen be fayre & hende,

 

fful of game and of glee

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wher-so thei wende.

 

 

 

'were a man in sorow broght,

 

wymmen myght out hym bryng;

 

with a lokyng turne his thoght,

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and with a kysse turne his mournyng.'

 

[Nightingale]

 

'Clerke, if thou wil right begynne,

 

rede and vndurstonde,

 

Mannes thoght chaungis with synne,

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wel oft thou turnyd fonde;

 

 

 

'kysse of women wyrkyth wo,

 

with synne mony folde;

 

Iudas kissed god also

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and to the iewes he hym solde.

 

 

 

'Clerk, as thou art wyse,

 

thou louyst wel hir lokyng;

 

When thi purse shakyn is,

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fare-wel, clerk, thi cossyng!'

 

[Clerk]

 

'Nyghtyngale, thou spekist noght,

 

late be alle thi fare.

 

How sholde men be forth broght

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ne wymmen ware?'

 

[Nightingale]

 

'Ther-to onswer I can

 

With-out any stodying:

 

Wymmen was for man-

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Kynd forth to bryng'

 

 

 

She was made to helpe man,

 

And no-thyng for to leve.

 

thou myghtes that wete at Adam,

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but thou ne wilt me leve;

 

 

 

'I sey alle wymmen are mysse-went,

 

on gode is not in londe.

 

Men thrugh wymmen be shent

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And ofte broght in bonde;

 

 

 

'ffor I fynde non so gode,

 

be way nor be strete,

 

but a man may change hir mote

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if his purse wey grete.'

 

[Clerk]

 

'Nyghtyngale, thou gabbist me,

 

and that is shame thyn ...'

Secular Lyrics of the XIV and XV Centuries, ed. by R.H. Robbins. 2nd ed. Oxford 1968:172-176)

The Clerk and the Nightingale II

 

[Philom]ena

 

[...]

 

And a woman off hauntyng mood

 

Blythly sche wyll be swyuyd

 

 

 

But in a lytyll whyl

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Hur wyll wyll a-way wende

 

Be thow I-ware off gyl

 

Euer at the last ende

 

 

 

ffor whan a woman wepyt most

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And sorowyth all her fyl

 

Than myght thou be soryst a-gast

 

Leste that sche be-gyle the wyl

 

Clericus

 

Doe wey, fole, thi blamyng

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And ffle a-way owt of this lond

 

ffor a woman ys a wel fayre thyn

 

And trew for to fend

 

 

 

Bryght & schene, myld of mode

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off dedys good & hend

 

Nyghtyngale, I telle the, my fod

 

That thou darst women a-schend

 

Philomena

 

Be styl, clerk, & hold thi mowth

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And let gabbyng a throwe

 

This lesyng ys wel wyde cowde

 

That may al folk know

 

 

 

Clerk, be a appyl thou myght se

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Sownd with-owtte and grene,

 

And in the core rotyd be

 

So faryth a woman, I wene.

 

 

 

thou seyth thei be all hend & good,

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To doe al mannes wyll

 

[...]

 

And ther-for, clerke, be styl

 

Clericus

 

Whan thou wylt al master be

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And thy wyl al-wey haue

 

O thyng I be-seche the -

 

As I scall be thy knaue

 

 

 

And as thou art hend and ffre

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And Comyn off good blode

 

How schall I, tell thow me

 

To know the trew and the good

 

Philomena

 

Clerk, ylk trew woman hath vpon

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With-owt any lesyng

 

A robbe of grey marbyl ston

 

And of gret cumpasyng

 

 

 

Ylk a woman that ys go

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May doe gret merveyle

 

A-reche the sky with hur fot

 

With-owtyn any fayle

 

 

 

And yyt sche do, the lady good

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With her rokkes gor

 

Sche may spred al ynglonde -

 

Schyp, sayle, & eke ore

 

 

 

They schul be god wan god ys dede

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And afterward maad all new

 

Now take, clerk, thi best rede,

 

ffor women schul neuer be trewe

 

Clericus

 

Alas, nyghtyngale, alas

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Me rewyth that ilke stownde

 

Thow hast I-broght me on a cas;

 

I wene I fal to grownde

 

 

 

My hert wyll be berst

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Alas my lyf ys to long

 

The to smyte I ame prest

 

Hens, but that thou be goyng

 

 

 

Ne blame thou women ne more

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ffor-soth I rede the

 

Thow shalt aby yt fful dere

 

Hennys, but that thow ffle!

 

Philomena

 

Nay, clerk, for thi curtesy

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Mys-doe thow me ryght noght

 

I wold theym preyse by & by,

 

Y wyle chaunge my thoght

 

 

 

I preyse women that be good

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What afterward be-fall

 

They be full of curtesy & mood

 

In boure & eke in hall

 

 

 

Haue good day, clerk ffre

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ffro the wyll y wende

 

Take hede what that I haue seyd th

 

ffro the bygynnyng to the ende.

 

 

 

Loue where thy ert may be-happe

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What-so-euer sche be

 

And sche schal make a glasyn cappe,

 

And to skorn lawth the

 

 

 

ffare-wel, clerk, & haue goodday

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No more wyl I spute.

 

Now wyl I fare in my way

 

I rede thou to my wordys take hede

 

 

 

Explicit disputacio inter Clericum et Philomenam etc

Secular Lyrics of the XIV and XV Centuries, ed. by R.H. Robbins. 2nd ed. Oxford 1968:176-179.)

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