The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes A literal reprint of the earliest complete copy (1517) with variant readings from the editions of 1509, 1554, and 1555 together with introduction notes, glossary, and indexes: By William Edward Mead |
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How la bell pucell graunted Graunde Amoure loue
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How la bell pucell graunted Graunde Amoure loue
/ and of her dyspytous departyoge. Ca. xix.
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XIX. How la bell pucell graunted Graunde Amoure loue / and of her dyspytous departyoge. Ca. xix.
Your wo & payne / & all your languysshynge
Contynually / ye shall not spende in vayne
Sythen I am cause / of your grete mornynge
Nothynge exyle you / shall I by dysdayae
Your hert and myne / shall neuer parte in twayne
Thoughe at the fyrste / I wolde not condescende
It was for fere / ye dyde some yll entende
Contynually / ye shall not spende in vayne
Sythen I am cause / of your grete mornynge
Nothynge exyle you / shall I by dysdayae
Your hert and myne / shall neuer parte in twayne
Thoughe at the fyrste / I wolde not condescende
It was for fere / ye dyde some yll entende
With thought of yll / my mynde was neuer myxte
To you madame / but alwaye clene and pure
Both daye and nyght / vpon you hole perfyxte
But I my mynde / yet durst nothynge dyscure
How for your sake / I dyde suche wo endure
Tyll now this houre / with dredefull hert so faynt
To you swete herte / I haue made my complaynt
To you madame / but alwaye clene and pure
Both daye and nyght / vpon you hole perfyxte
But I my mynde / yet durst nothynge dyscure
How for your sake / I dyde suche wo endure
Tyll now this houre / with dredefull hert so faynt
To you swete herte / I haue made my complaynt
I demed ofte you loued me before
By your demenour / I dyde it aspye
And in my mynde I Iuged euermore
That at the laste / ye welde full secretly
Tell me your mynde / of loue ryght gentylly
As ye haue done / so my mercy to craue
In all worshyppe / you shall my true loue haue
By your demenour / I dyde it aspye
And in my mynde I Iuged euermore
That at the laste / ye welde full secretly
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As ye haue done / so my mercy to craue
In all worshyppe / you shall my true loue haue
Amoure.
O lorde god than / how Ioyfull was I
She loked on me / with louely countenaunce
I kyst her ones or twyes ryght swetely
Her depured vysake / replete with pleasaunce
Reioyced my herte / with amerous purueyaunce
O lady clere / that perste me at the rote
O floure of conforte / all my hele and bote
She loked on me / with louely countenaunce
I kyst her ones or twyes ryght swetely
Her depured vysake / replete with pleasaunce
Reioyced my herte / with amerous purueyaunce
O lady clere / that perste me at the rote
O floure of conforte / all my hele and bote
O gemme of vertue / and lady excellent
Aboue all other / in beauteous goodlynesse
O eyen bryght / os sterre refullgenr
O profounde cause / of all my sekenesse
Now all my Ioye / and all my gladnesse
Wolde god that we were / Ioyned in one
In maryage before / this daye were gone
Aboue all other / in beauteous goodlynesse
O eyen bryght / os sterre refullgenr
O profounde cause / of all my sekenesse
Now all my Ioye / and all my gladnesse
Wolde god that we were / Ioyned in one
In maryage before / this daye were gone
Pucell.
A a sayde she / ye must take payne a whyle
I must departe / by the compulcyon
Of my frendes I wyll not you begyle
Though they me lede / to a ferre nacyon
My herte shall be / without varyacyon
With you present / in perfyte sykernesse
As true and stable / without doublenes
I must departe / by the compulcyon
Of my frendes I wyll not you begyle
Though they me lede / to a ferre nacyon
My herte shall be / without varyacyon
With you present / in perfyte sykernesse
As true and stable / without doublenes
To me to come / is harde and daungerous
Whan I am there / for gyauntes vgly
With monstres also / blacke and tedyous
That by the waye / awayte full cruelly
For to dystroye you / yll and vtterly
Whan I am there / for gyauntes vgly
With monstres also / blacke and tedyous
That by the waye / awayte full cruelly
For to dystroye you / yll and vtterly
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Whan I am there / for gyauntes vgly
With two monstres / also blacke and tedyous
That by the waye / awayte full cruelly
For to destroye you / yll and vtterly
Whan you that waye / do take the passage
To attayne my loue / by hye aduauntage
With two monstres / also blacke and tedyous
That by the waye / awayte full cruelly
For to destroye you / yll and vtterly
Whan you that waye / do take the passage
To attayne my loue / by hye aduauntage
Amoure.
All that madame / was to me certyfyde
By good dame fame / at the begynnynge
Whan she to me / of you well notyfyde
As she came frome / the toure of lernynge
Of all suche enemyes / the myght excludynge
I promyse vnto you / here full faythfully
Whan I departe / ftome dame astronomy
By good dame fame / at the begynnynge
Whan she to me / of you well notyfyde
As she came frome / the toure of lernynge
Of all suche enemyes / the myght excludynge
I promyse vnto you / here full faythfully
Whan I departe / ftome dame astronomy
That I wyll to the toure of chyualry
And for youre sake / become aduenturous
To subdue / all enmyes / to me contrary
That I maye after / be ryght Ioyous
With you my lady / most swete and precyous
Wo worth the cause of youre departynge
Whiche all my sorowes / is in renuynge
And for youre sake / become aduenturous
To subdue / all enmyes / to me contrary
That I maye after / be ryght Ioyous
With you my lady / most swete and precyous
Wo worth the cause of youre departynge
Whiche all my sorowes / is in renuynge
Alas what pleasure / and eke without dysporte
Shall I now haue / whan that be gone
Ha ha truely / now without good conforte
My dolorous herte / shall be lefte alone
Without your presence / to me is none
For euery houre / I shall thynke a yere
Tyll fortune brynge me / vnto you more nere
Shall I now haue / whan that be gone
Ha ha truely / now without good conforte
My dolorous herte / shall be lefte alone
Without your presence / to me is none
For euery houre / I shall thynke a yere
Tyll fortune brynge me / vnto you more nere
Yet after you / I wyll not be ryght longe
But hast me after / as fast as I maye
In the toure of chyualry / I shall make me stronge
And after that passe / shortly on my waye
With dylygent laboure / on my Iourney
Spyte of your enemyes / I shall me so spede
That in short tyme / ye maye rewarde my mede
But hast me after / as fast as I maye
In the toure of chyualry / I shall make me stronge
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With dylygent laboure / on my Iourney
Spyte of your enemyes / I shall me so spede
That in short tyme / ye maye rewarde my mede
I thanke you quod she / with my hert entere
But yet with me / ye shall make couenaunt
As I to you / am ryght lefe and dere
Vnto no persone / ye shall so aduaunte
That I to loue you / am so attendaunte
For ony thynge / your councell not bewraye
For that full soone / myght vs both betraye
But yet with me / ye shall make couenaunt
As I to you / am ryght lefe and dere
Vnto no persone / ye shall so aduaunte
That I to loue you / am so attendaunte
For ony thynge / your councell not bewraye
For that full soone / myght vs both betraye
And to tell me / I praye you hertly
Yonder is counseyle / how were ye acquaynted
He is both honest / and true certaynly
Doth he not knowe / how your herte is faynted
With feruent loue / so surely attaynted
Yf he so do / yet I nothynge repent
He is so secrete / and true of entent
Yonder is counseyle / how were ye acquaynted
He is both honest / and true certaynly
Doth he not knowe / how your herte is faynted
With feruent loue / so surely attaynted
Yf he so do / yet I nothynge repent
He is so secrete / and true of entent
Truely madame / bycause ye are content
I shall you tell / how the mater was
Whan that youre beaute / clerely splendent
In to my herte / full wonderly dyde pas
Lyke as fayre Phebus / doth shyne in the glas
All alone / with inwarde care so rent
In to a temple forth on my waye I went
I shall you tell / how the mater was
Whan that youre beaute / clerely splendent
In to my herte / full wonderly dyde pas
Lyke as fayre Phebus / doth shyne in the glas
All alone / with inwarde care so rent
In to a temple forth on my waye I went
Where that I walked / plunged in the pytte
Of grete dyspayre / and he than me mette
Alas he sayde / me thynke ye lose your wytte
Tell me the trouthe now / without ony lette
Why ye demeane / suche mortall sorowe grette
A voyde quod I / you shall nothynge it knowe
You can not helpe me / in the case I trowe
Of grete dyspayre / and he than me mette
Alas he sayde / me thynke ye lose your wytte
Tell me the trouthe now / without ony lette
Why ye demeane / suche mortall sorowe grette
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You can not helpe me / in the case I trowe
But he suche reason / and fruytfull sentence
Dyde for hym laye / that I tolde hym all
Whan he it knewe / with all his dylygence
He dyde me conforte / than in specyall
Vnto my mynde / he bad me to call
Who spareth to speke / he to spede doth spare
Go tell your lady / the cause of youre care
Dyde for hym laye / that I tolde hym all
Whan he it knewe / with all his dylygence
He dyde me conforte / than in specyall
Vnto my mynde / he bad me to call
Who spareth to speke / he to spede doth spare
Go tell your lady / the cause of youre care
By whose counseyle / grounded in wysdome
To the entent / I shoulde spede the better
And ryght shortly / I dyde than to you come
But drede alwaye / made my sorowe greter
After grete payne / the Ioyes is the swetter
For who that tasteth paynfull bytternes
The Ioye to hym / is double swetenes
To the entent / I shoulde spede the better
And ryght shortly / I dyde than to you come
But drede alwaye / made my sorowe greter
After grete payne / the Ioyes is the swetter
For who that tasteth paynfull bytternes
The Ioye to hym / is double swetenes
And ther with all / I dyde vnto her brynge
Councell my frende / and full ryght meke
Dyde hym receyue / as he was comynge
And of all thynges / she dyde hym beseke
After her partynge / the same weke
To hast me forwarde / to my Iourneys ende
Therto quod I / I do well condyscende
Councell my frende / and full ryght meke
Dyde hym receyue / as he was comynge
And of all thynges / she dyde hym beseke
After her partynge / the same weke
To hast me forwarde / to my Iourneys ende
Therto quod I / I do well condyscende
Fare well quod she / I maye no lenger tary
My feendes wyll come / of that were I lothe
I shall retayne you in my memory
And they it knewe / they wolde with me be wrothe
To loue you best / I promyse you my trouthe
And than myne eyen / grete sorowe shewed
With teres salte / my chekes were endewed
My feendes wyll come / of that were I lothe
I shall retayne you in my memory
And they it knewe / they wolde with me be wrothe
To loue you best / I promyse you my trouthe
And than myne eyen / grete sorowe shewed
With teres salte / my chekes were endewed
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Her eyes graye / began to loke ryght reed
Her gaye whyte colour / began for to pale
Upon her chekes / so the droppes were sprede
Whiche frome her eyen / began to aduale
Frome her swete herte / she dyde the syghes hale
Neuer before / as I trowe and wene
Was suche departynge / true louers betwene
Her gaye whyte colour / began for to pale
Upon her chekes / so the droppes were sprede
Whiche frome her eyen / began to aduale
Frome her swete herte / she dyde the syghes hale
Neuer before / as I trowe and wene
Was suche departynge / true louers betwene
We wyped our chekes / our sorowe to cloke
Outwardly faynynge / vs to be gladde and mery
That the people / shoulde not perceyue the smoke
Of our hote fyre / to lyght the emyspery
Thoughe inwardly / with a stormy pery
The fyre was blowen / yet we dyde it couer
Bycause abrode / it shoulde nothynge perceyuer
Outwardly faynynge / vs to be gladde and mery
That the people / shoulde not perceyue the smoke
Of our hote fyre / to lyght the emyspery
Thoughe inwardly / with a stormy pery
The fyre was blowen / yet we dyde it couer
Bycause abrode / it shoulde nothynge perceyuer
Out of the garden / to an hauen syde
Forth we went / where was a shyp ryght large
That taryed there / after the floynge tyde
And so than dyde there / many a bote and barge
The shyp was grete / fyue .C. tonne to charge
La bell pucell / ryght anone me tolde
In yondre shyp / whiche that ye beholde
Forth we went / where was a shyp ryght large
That taryed there / after the floynge tyde
And so than dyde there / many a bote and barge
The shyp was grete / fyue .C. tonne to charge
La bell pucell / ryght anone me tolde
In yondre shyp / whiche that ye beholde
Forthe must I sayle / without longer delaye
It is full see / my frendes wyll come soone
Therfore I praye you / to go hens your waye
It draweth fast / now towarde the none
Madame quod I / your pleasure shall be done
With wofull herte / and grete syghes ofte
I kyssed her lyppes / that were swete and softe
It is full see / my frendes wyll come soone
Therfore I praye you / to go hens your waye
It draweth fast / now towarde the none
Madame quod I / your pleasure shall be done
With wofull herte / and grete syghes ofte
I kyssed her lyppes / that were swete and softe
She vnto me / nor I vnto her coude speke
And as of that / it was no grete wondre
Our hertes swelled / as that they shoulde brede
The fyre of loue / was so sore kepte vnder
Whan I frome her / shoulde departe asondre
With her fayre heed / she dyde lowe enclyne
And in lykewyse / so dyde I with myne
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Our hertes swelled / as that they shoulde brede
The fyre of loue / was so sore kepte vnder
Whan I frome her / shoulde departe asondre
With her fayre heed / she dyde lowe enclyne
And in lykewyse / so dyde I with myne
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How la bell pucell graunted Graunde Amoure loue
/ and of her dyspytous departyoge. Ca. xix.
The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes | |