Than seide the yonger to th' emperour, "Ther is al Virgiles tresour! We schulle the ymage so undersette, That we ne schal hit nothing lette, And whan we han the gold in the grounde, Thai bigonne hire werk, sannz dout, And bigan to mini under.. 2100 Herkneth now a selkouth wonder! 2110 Thai to-rent ston fram ston, The fondement to-brast anon. Al dai thai mined doun right, Til hit com to the night. "On the morewe (thei saide to Cressus stille), Of gold thou schalt haue thi wille." The emperour wente to his palais; Clerkes also and mani burgeis, The clerkes thoughte another ginne. Whanne ech man slepen, grete and smale, The clerkes to the stage stale, And bet a fir strong and sterk; The fir fleghth up into the werk, And falsed the siment, and the ston; ymage ouerthrew anon. The 2120 And tho the clerkes seghthen this, The smale, and the poeple of Rome, To Sire Cressus thai nome sone, Thai ladde [him] forth in that stounde, And red gold quik thai melte, And nose and mouht ful thai helte, "O thou seist soth, he saide, dame!" "Ya, sire, for his lesingges, That he leued twaie false gadelinges, Sire, swich schal be ending thin." 2130 2140 2150 e; "Nai, dame, he saide, yif God wile." Than com riden maister Catoun. And saide," Catoun! kithe thi maistrie! Catoun light adoun of his stede, He seide to him, "Maister Catòun, 2160 2170 2180 For to the, and thine fere, I bitok mi sone to lere, Ye taughte him to nimen forth min emprice!"— "Sire, quath Catoun, swich wordes beth nice.""And his speche is forlore." "Nai sire, and he finde your grace bifore. Thi wif wolde he forlain haue nowt; Yif thou hit leuest, thou art bicought. Ac yif thou do thi sone duresse, As hadde the burgeis for his pie." "O, maister, he saide, what? what? I thè praie, tel me that!" "Sire, he saide, what helpeth hit mi sawe, Ac let him fechche quik ayain, The emperour of Rome, Dioclician, His sone he het fechche anon. 2190 2200 THE X. TALE. THE MAGPIE. Nou, everich man that loueth his hale. Lestne wel Catones tale! "A burgeis was in Rome toun, A riche man of gret renoun; Marchaunt he was of gret auoir, And had a wif was queint and fair; But sche was fikel, vnder hir lok, And hadde a parti of Eue smok: And manie ben yit of hire kinne, That ben al bilapped therinne! "The burgeis hadde a pie in his halle, That couthe telle tales alle Apertlich, in French langage, And heng in a fair cage, And seth lemmans comen and gon, And, for that the pie hadde i-said, "So hit bifil, vpon a dai, The burgeis fram home tok his wai, 2210 2220 |