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 Godfraye gobylyue was taken of correccyon & punysshed. Ca. xxxii.
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How Godfraye gobylyue was taken of correccyon & punysshed. Ca. xxxii.
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XXXII. How Godfraye gobylyue was taken of correccyon & punysshed. Ca. xxxii.
And for bycause that I was than full sadde
And by the waye he made me good game
To haue his company I was somwhat gladde
I was not proude I toke of hym no shame
He came to me and sayd ye are to blame
So to ryde lourynge for a womans sake
Vnto the deuyll I do them all betake
And by the waye he made me good game
To haue his company I was somwhat gladde
I was not proude I toke of hym no shame
He came to me and sayd ye are to blame
So to ryde lourynge for a womans sake
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They be not stedfast but chaunge as the mone
Whan one is gone they loue an other sone
Who that is syngle and wyll haue a wyfe
Ryght out of Ioye he shall be brought in stryfe.
Thus whan Godfrey dyde so mery make
There dyde a lady vs sone ouer take
And in her hande she had a knotted whyppe
At euery yerte she made Godfrey to skyppe
Alas he sayd that euer I was borne
Now am I take for all my mocke and scorne
I loked about whan that I herde hym crye
Seynge this lady on her palfray ryde hye
Madame I sayd I pray you me tell
Your propre name and where that ye dwell
My name quod she is called correccyon
And the toure of chastyse is my mancyon
This stronge these called false reporte
With vylayne courage and an other sorte
And vyle perlers false coniecture
All these I had in pryson full sure
But this false reporte hath broken pryson
With his subtyll crafte and euyll treason
And this Iourney pryuyly to spede
He hath cladde hym in this foles wede
Now haue I answered you your questyon
And I pray you of a lyke solucyon
You seme me thynke for to be a knyght
I pray you tell me fyrst your name a ryght
My name quod I is la graunde amoure
A well quod she you are the perfyte floure
Of all true louers as I do well knowe
You shall atteyne la belle pucell I trowe
I knowe ryght well ye are aduenturous
Onwarde your way to the toure peryllous
And for asmoche as the nyght is nere
I humbly pray you for to take the chere
That I may make you in my toure this nyght
It is here by you shall of it haue syght
And I pray you to helpe me to bynde
This false reporte as you sholde do by kynde
What Godfrey quod I wyll ye chaunge your name
Nay nay quod he it was for no shame
But alas for wo that she hath me taken
I must obey it can not be forsaken
His fete were fettred vnder nethe his nagge
And bounde his handes behynde to his bagge
Thus correccyon with her whyp dyde dryue
The lytell nagge with Godfrey gobylyue
Tyll at the last we gan to approche
Her ryall toure vpon a craggy roche
The nyght was come for it was ryght late
Yet ryght anone we came vnto the gate
Where we were lete in by dame mesure
That was a fayre and a goodly creature
And so correccyon brought me to the hall
Of gete well wrought glased with crystall
The rofe was golde and a myddes was sette
A carbuncle that was large and grette
Whose vertue clere in the hall so bryght
About dyde cast a grete meruaylous lyght
So forthe we wente in to a chambre fayre
Where many ladyes dyde them selfe repayre
And at our comynge than incontynent
They welcomed vs as was conuenyent
But of correccyon they were very gladde
Whiche false reporte agayne taken hadde
There was quene Panthasyle with penalape
Quene Helayne / and quene menalape
Quene Ithesyle and quene procerpyne
The lady Meduse and yonge Polyxyne
With many mo that I do not reherce
My tyme is shorte I must fro them reuerce
And dame correccyon into a chambre ledde
Me ryght anone for to go to my bedde
What nede I shewe of my grete chere and rest
I wanted nought but had all of the best
And so I slepte tyll that aurora clere
Began to shyne a myddes her golden spere
Than vp I rose and my verlet also
Whiche made me redy and to my stede dyde go
And dame correccyon at this morowe tyde
Dyde me entrete a whyle to abyde
And ryght anone my brekefast was brought
To make me chere there wanted ryght nought
And after this dame correccyon
Dyde lede me to a meruaylous dongeon
And fyrst she ledde me to the vpper warde
Where shamefastenes dyde vs well regarde
For he was Iayler and had at his charge
Euery rebell not for to go at large
In the fyrst warde there wente to and fro
Bothe men and women that myght no ferther go
But yet they hoped for to haue releue
Of theyr impryson whiche dyde them so greue
These prysoners whan true loue was meued
They wolde dryue of and not release the greued
And for this cause by egall Iugement
Lyke as they dyde here hath they punysshement
And shamefastnes lower dyde vs brynge
Where we sawe men that were in tormentynge
With many ladyes that theyr mouthes gagged
And fals reporte on me his heed wagged
Than ryght anone a lady gan to scrape
His furde tonge that he cryed lyke an ape
And vyle peller in lyke wyse also
His tonge was scraped that he suffred wo
And yet we wente in to a deper vale
Where I sawe men that were in grete bale
In holly busshes they dyde hange a lofte
Theyr hedes downewarde for to fall vnsofte
And two ladyes dyde theyr bodyes bete
With knotted whyppes in the flesshe to frete
That the desyre it sholde sone a swage
And specyally of the vylayne courage
These men with sugred mouthes so eloquente
A maydens herte coude ryght soone relēte
And these yonge maydens for to take in snare
They fayne grete wo and for to suffre care
The folysshe maydens dyde byleue they smarted
That to theyr wyll the men them conuerted
Thus whan that they had them so begyled
And with theyr fraude these maydens defyled
They cast them of they toke no lenger kepe
Go where ye lyst though they crye and wepe
Therfore these ladyes with theyr whyppes harde
Theyr bodyes bete that theyr bodyes hath marde
And euery man as he hath deserued
A payne there is whiche is for hym obserued
Thus whan I had all the pryson sene
With the tourmente of many a one I wene
And forthe we wente agayne to the hall
My stede was redy and brought to the wall
And of the ladyes clere in excellence
I toke my leue with all due reuerence
And thanked correccyon with my herte entere
Of my repose and of her louynge chere
To me she sayd remembre you well
Of the swete beaute of Labelle pucell
Whan you her herte in fettres haue chayned
Lete her haue yours in lyke wyse retayned
Loke that your herte / your worde / and countenaunce
Agre all in one withouten varyaunce
Yf she for pyte do release your payne
Consyder it and loue her best agayne
Be true and secrete and make none aduaunte
Whan you of loue haue a perfyte graunte
And yf ye wyll come vnto your wyll
Bothe here and se and than holde you styll
Drede you nothynge but take a good herte
For ryght soone after you frome hens departe
Ryght hygh aduentures vnto you shall fall
In tyme of fyght vnto your mynde than call
Yf you preuayle you shall attayne the fame
Of hye honoure to certefye the same
And therwith I lyght vpon my stede
Madame I sayd I pray god do you mede
Fare well she sayd for you must now hens
Adue quod I with all my dylygens.
Whan one is gone they loue an other sone
Who that is syngle and wyll haue a wyfe
Ryght out of Ioye he shall be brought in stryfe.
Thus whan Godfrey dyde so mery make
There dyde a lady vs sone ouer take
And in her hande she had a knotted whyppe
At euery yerte she made Godfrey to skyppe
Alas he sayd that euer I was borne
Now am I take for all my mocke and scorne
I loked about whan that I herde hym crye
156
Madame I sayd I pray you me tell
Your propre name and where that ye dwell
My name quod she is called correccyon
And the toure of chastyse is my mancyon
This stronge these called false reporte
With vylayne courage and an other sorte
And vyle perlers false coniecture
All these I had in pryson full sure
But this false reporte hath broken pryson
With his subtyll crafte and euyll treason
And this Iourney pryuyly to spede
He hath cladde hym in this foles wede
Now haue I answered you your questyon
And I pray you of a lyke solucyon
You seme me thynke for to be a knyght
I pray you tell me fyrst your name a ryght
My name quod I is la graunde amoure
A well quod she you are the perfyte floure
Of all true louers as I do well knowe
You shall atteyne la belle pucell I trowe
I knowe ryght well ye are aduenturous
Onwarde your way to the toure peryllous
And for asmoche as the nyght is nere
I humbly pray you for to take the chere
That I may make you in my toure this nyght
It is here by you shall of it haue syght
And I pray you to helpe me to bynde
This false reporte as you sholde do by kynde
What Godfrey quod I wyll ye chaunge your name
Nay nay quod he it was for no shame
But alas for wo that she hath me taken
I must obey it can not be forsaken
157
And bounde his handes behynde to his bagge
Thus correccyon with her whyp dyde dryue
The lytell nagge with Godfrey gobylyue
Tyll at the last we gan to approche
Her ryall toure vpon a craggy roche
The nyght was come for it was ryght late
Yet ryght anone we came vnto the gate
Where we were lete in by dame mesure
That was a fayre and a goodly creature
And so correccyon brought me to the hall
Of gete well wrought glased with crystall
The rofe was golde and a myddes was sette
A carbuncle that was large and grette
Whose vertue clere in the hall so bryght
About dyde cast a grete meruaylous lyght
So forthe we wente in to a chambre fayre
Where many ladyes dyde them selfe repayre
And at our comynge than incontynent
They welcomed vs as was conuenyent
But of correccyon they were very gladde
Whiche false reporte agayne taken hadde
There was quene Panthasyle with penalape
Quene Helayne / and quene menalape
Quene Ithesyle and quene procerpyne
The lady Meduse and yonge Polyxyne
With many mo that I do not reherce
My tyme is shorte I must fro them reuerce
And dame correccyon into a chambre ledde
Me ryght anone for to go to my bedde
What nede I shewe of my grete chere and rest
I wanted nought but had all of the best
And so I slepte tyll that aurora clere
158
Than vp I rose and my verlet also
Whiche made me redy and to my stede dyde go
And dame correccyon at this morowe tyde
Dyde me entrete a whyle to abyde
And ryght anone my brekefast was brought
To make me chere there wanted ryght nought
And after this dame correccyon
Dyde lede me to a meruaylous dongeon
And fyrst she ledde me to the vpper warde
Where shamefastenes dyde vs well regarde
For he was Iayler and had at his charge
Euery rebell not for to go at large
In the fyrst warde there wente to and fro
Bothe men and women that myght no ferther go
But yet they hoped for to haue releue
Of theyr impryson whiche dyde them so greue
These prysoners whan true loue was meued
They wolde dryue of and not release the greued
And for this cause by egall Iugement
Lyke as they dyde here hath they punysshement
And shamefastnes lower dyde vs brynge
Where we sawe men that were in tormentynge
With many ladyes that theyr mouthes gagged
And fals reporte on me his heed wagged
Than ryght anone a lady gan to scrape
His furde tonge that he cryed lyke an ape
And vyle peller in lyke wyse also
His tonge was scraped that he suffred wo
And yet we wente in to a deper vale
Where I sawe men that were in grete bale
In holly busshes they dyde hange a lofte
Theyr hedes downewarde for to fall vnsofte
159
With knotted whyppes in the flesshe to frete
That the desyre it sholde sone a swage
And specyally of the vylayne courage
These men with sugred mouthes so eloquente
A maydens herte coude ryght soone relēte
And these yonge maydens for to take in snare
They fayne grete wo and for to suffre care
The folysshe maydens dyde byleue they smarted
That to theyr wyll the men them conuerted
Thus whan that they had them so begyled
And with theyr fraude these maydens defyled
They cast them of they toke no lenger kepe
Go where ye lyst though they crye and wepe
Therfore these ladyes with theyr whyppes harde
Theyr bodyes bete that theyr bodyes hath marde
And euery man as he hath deserued
A payne there is whiche is for hym obserued
Thus whan I had all the pryson sene
With the tourmente of many a one I wene
And forthe we wente agayne to the hall
My stede was redy and brought to the wall
And of the ladyes clere in excellence
I toke my leue with all due reuerence
And thanked correccyon with my herte entere
Of my repose and of her louynge chere
To me she sayd remembre you well
Of the swete beaute of Labelle pucell
Whan you her herte in fettres haue chayned
Lete her haue yours in lyke wyse retayned
Loke that your herte / your worde / and countenaunce
Agre all in one withouten varyaunce
Yf she for pyte do release your payne
160
Be true and secrete and make none aduaunte
Whan you of loue haue a perfyte graunte
And yf ye wyll come vnto your wyll
Bothe here and se and than holde you styll
Drede you nothynge but take a good herte
For ryght soone after you frome hens departe
Ryght hygh aduentures vnto you shall fall
In tyme of fyght vnto your mynde than call
Yf you preuayle you shall attayne the fame
Of hye honoure to certefye the same
And therwith I lyght vpon my stede
Madame I sayd I pray god do you mede
Fare well she sayd for you must now hens
Adue quod I with all my dylygens.
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How Godfraye gobylyue was taken of correccyon & punysshed. Ca. xxxii.
The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes | |