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 he mette with Perceyueraunce / & reposed hyz
in the manoyr place of dame comforte. Ca. xxxiij.
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How he mette with Perceyueraunce / & reposed hyz
in the manoyr place of dame comforte. Ca. xxxiij.
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XXXIII. How he mette with Perceyueraunce / & reposed hyz in the manoyr place of dame comforte. Ca. xxxiij.
Vp I arose and dyde make me redy
For I thought longe vnto my iourneys ende
My greyhoundes lepte on me ryght meryly
To chere me forwarde they dyde condyscende
And the thre ladyes my chere to amende
A good brekefast dyde for me ordayne
They were ryght gladde the gyaunt was slayne
For I thought longe vnto my iourneys ende
My greyhoundes lepte on me ryght meryly
To chere me forwarde they dyde condyscende
And the thre ladyes my chere to amende
A good brekefast dyde for me ordayne
They were ryght gladde the gyaunt was slayne
I toke my leue and on my way I rode
Thorrugh the wodes and on rokkes hye
I loked about and on the hyll abode
Tyll in the vale I sawe full hastely
To me come rydynge a lady sykerly
I well behelde the hye way so vsed
But of this lady ryght often I mused
Thorrugh the wodes and on rokkes hye
I loked about and on the hyll abode
Tyll in the vale I sawe full hastely
To me come rydynge a lady sykerly
I well behelde the hye way so vsed
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Tyll at the last we dyde mete to gyder
Madame I sayd the hye god you saue
She thanked me and dyde axe me wheder
That I so rode and what I wolde haue
Truly quod I nothynge ellys I craue
Of the hye god but to be so fortunate
La belle pucelle to haue to my mate
Madame I sayd the hye god you saue
She thanked me and dyde axe me wheder
That I so rode and what I wolde haue
Truly quod I nothynge ellys I craue
Of the hye god but to be so fortunate
La belle pucelle to haue to my mate
What is your name than sayd she
La grounde amoure forsothe madame quod I
Than was she glad as ony one myghte be
And sayd she was sente fro myn owne lady
Tydynges I sayd I pray you hertely
Your lady quod she is in perfyte helthe
And wolde be gladde to here of your welthe
La grounde amoure forsothe madame quod I
Than was she glad as ony one myghte be
And sayd she was sente fro myn owne lady
Tydynges I sayd I pray you hertely
Your lady quod she is in perfyte helthe
And wolde be gladde to here of your welthe
She promysed you in a gardyn grene
To loue you best of ony creature
So dooth she yet as I thynke and wene
Though that dysdayne brought her to her lure
But of her herte nowe you shall be sure
Be of good chere and for nothynge dysmaye
I spake with her but now this other daye
To loue you best of ony creature
So dooth she yet as I thynke and wene
Though that dysdayne brought her to her lure
But of her herte nowe you shall be sure
Be of good chere and for nothynge dysmaye
I spake with her but now this other daye
And she my selfe vnto you hath sente
My name is called dame Perceueraunce
A lytell before that I frome her wente
To her came Cupyde with grete cyrcumstaunce
And brought a letter of Venus ordenaunce
Whiche vnto her he dyde anone presente
Whan she it redde and knewe the entente
My name is called dame Perceueraunce
A lytell before that I frome her wente
To her came Cupyde with grete cyrcumstaunce
And brought a letter of Venus ordenaunce
Whiche vnto her he dyde anone presente
Whan she it redde and knewe the entente
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All inwardly full wonderly dysmayed
Withouten worde she dyde stonde ryght styll
Her harded herte was full well declayed
What for to do she knewe not good or yll
You for to helpe or lete you so spyll
Dysdayne and straungenes dyde stonde then therby
Seynge her countenaunce they gan to drawe ny
Withouten worde she dyde stonde ryght styll
Her harded herte was full well declayed
What for to do she knewe not good or yll
You for to helpe or lete you so spyll
Dysdayne and straungenes dyde stonde then therby
Seynge her countenaunce they gan to drawe ny
Madame quod they why are you so sadde
Alas quod she it is no meruayle why
Ryght nowe of Cupyde a letter I hadde
Sent fro Venus full ryght merueylously
By whiche I haue perceyued vtterly
That a yonge knyght called graunde amoure
Dooth for my sake suffre suche doloure
Alas quod she it is no meruayle why
Ryght nowe of Cupyde a letter I hadde
Sent fro Venus full ryght merueylously
By whiche I haue perceyued vtterly
That a yonge knyght called graunde amoure
Dooth for my sake suffre suche doloure
That of constraynte of wofull heuynes
He is nere deed all only for my sake
Shall he now dye or shall I hym reles
Of his grete wo and to my mercy take
Abyde quod straungenes and your sorowe slake
Haue you hym sene in ony tyme before
Yes yes quod she that doth my wo restore
He is nere deed all only for my sake
Shall he now dye or shall I hym reles
Of his grete wo and to my mercy take
Abyde quod straungenes and your sorowe slake
Haue you hym sene in ony tyme before
Yes yes quod she that doth my wo restore
At pentycost nowe many dayes agone
Musyke to here at grete solempnyte
To and fro he walked hym selfe all alone
In a grete temple of olde antyquyte
Tyll that by fortune he had aspyed me
And ryghte anone or that I was ware
To me he came I knewe nought of his care
Musyke to here at grete solempnyte
To and fro he walked hym selfe all alone
In a grete temple of olde antyquyte
Tyll that by fortune he had aspyed me
And ryghte anone or that I was ware
To me he came I knewe nought of his care
He semyd gentyll his maners ryght good
I behelde ryght well all his condycyon
Humble of chere and of goodly mode
But I thought nothynge of his afflyccyon
But his hauoyr shewed the occasyon
Of seruente loue as than in myn entente
I ofte dyde deme and gyue a Iugemente
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Humble of chere and of goodly mode
But I thought nothynge of his afflyccyon
But his hauoyr shewed the occasyon
Of seruente loue as than in myn entente
I ofte dyde deme and gyue a Iugemente
So after this I dyde than sone departe
Home to my countree where I dyde abyde
Whan I was gone full heuy was his herte
As Cupyde sayth I must for hym prouyde
A gentyll remedy at this sodayne tyde
And for my sake he is aduenturous
To subdue myn enmyes contraryous
Home to my countree where I dyde abyde
Whan I was gone full heuy was his herte
As Cupyde sayth I must for hym prouyde
A gentyll remedy at this sodayne tyde
And for my sake he is aduenturous
To subdue myn enmyes contraryous
A quod dysdayne knowe ye his substaunce
Why wyll you loue suche a one as he
Though he seme gentyll and of good gouernaunce
You shall haue one of ferre hyer degre
He is nothynge mete as it semeth me
To be your fere your fauoure to attayne
What is it to you though he suffre payne
Why wyll you loue suche a one as he
Though he seme gentyll and of good gouernaunce
You shall haue one of ferre hyer degre
He is nothynge mete as it semeth me
To be your fere your fauoure to attayne
What is it to you though he suffre payne
Coude your selfe lete his eyen to haue a syght
Of your beaute or his herte to be sette
What skylleth you though that he dye this nyght
You called hym not whan he with you mette
And he wyll loue you / ye can not hym lette
Be as be may ye shall haue myn assente
Hym for to forsake as is moost expedyente
Of your beaute or his herte to be sette
What skylleth you though that he dye this nyght
You called hym not whan he with you mette
And he wyll loue you / ye can not hym lette
Be as be may ye shall haue myn assente
Hym for to forsake as is moost expedyente
Alas madame than sayd dame straungenes
Whan he cometh hyder your courage abate
Loke hye vpon hym be ware of mekenes
And thynke that you shall haue an hye astate
Lete not graunde amoure say to you chekmate
Be straunge vnto hym as ye knowe nothynge
The perfyte cause of his true comynge
Whan he cometh hyder your courage abate
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And thynke that you shall haue an hye astate
Lete not graunde amoure say to you chekmate
Be straunge vnto hym as ye knowe nothynge
The perfyte cause of his true comynge
And in meane whyle came to her presence
Dame peas and mercy and to her they sayde
Alas madame consyder your excellence
And how your beaute hath hym so arayed
Yf thou haue hym ye may be well apayed
And doubte thou not yf that ye loue for loue
God wyll sende ryches to come to your aboue
Dame peas and mercy and to her they sayde
Alas madame consyder your excellence
And how your beaute hath hym so arayed
Yf thou haue hym ye may be well apayed
And doubte thou not yf that ye loue for loue
God wyll sende ryches to come to your aboue
Wyll you for loue lete hym dye or perysshe
Whiche loueth you so with seruente desyre
And you your selfe may his sorow mynysshe
That with your beaute set his herte a fyre
Your swete lokes dyde his herte enspyre
That of fyne force he must to you obey
To lyue or dye there is no more to say
Whiche loueth you so with seruente desyre
And you your selfe may his sorow mynysshe
That with your beaute set his herte a fyre
Your swete lokes dyde his herte enspyre
That of fyne force he must to you obey
To lyue or dye there is no more to say
Alas quod pease wyll ye lete hym endure
In mortall payne withouten remedy
Sythen his herte you haue so tane in cure
Your hasty dome loke that ye modefy
Exyle dysdayne and straungenes shortely
And sende perceueraunce as fast as ye may
To comforte hym in his troublous Iourney
In mortall payne withouten remedy
Sythen his herte you haue so tane in cure
Your hasty dome loke that ye modefy
Exyle dysdayne and straungenes shortely
And sende perceueraunce as fast as ye may
To comforte hym in his troublous Iourney
Than in her mynde she gan to reuolue
The louynge wordes of mercy and peace
Her hardy herte she gan for to dyssolue
And inwardly she dyde to me releace
Her perfyte loue my grete payne to ceace
And dyde exyle than frome her to wyldernes
Bothe dame dysdayne and eke dame straungenes
The louynge wordes of mercy and peace
Her hardy herte she gan for to dyssolue
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Her perfyte loue my grete payne to ceace
And dyde exyle than frome her to wyldernes
Bothe dame dysdayne and eke dame straungenes
And dyde me sende to you incontynent
With this goodly shelde that ye sholde it were
For her swete sake as is conuenyent
It is sure ye shall not nede to fere
The stroke of swerde or yet the grate of spere
She prayeth you for to be of good chere
Aboue all men ye are to her moost dere
With this goodly shelde that ye sholde it were
For her swete sake as is conuenyent
It is sure ye shall not nede to fere
The stroke of swerde or yet the grate of spere
She prayeth you for to be of good chere
Aboue all men ye are to her moost dere
Now sayd perceueraunce I pray you repose
This longe nyght with my cosyn comforte
A gentyll lady as ony may suppose
She can you tell and also well exorte
Of la belle pucell with a true reporte
I thanked her of her grete goodnes
And so we rode with Ioye and gladnes
This longe nyght with my cosyn comforte
A gentyll lady as ony may suppose
She can you tell and also well exorte
Of la belle pucell with a true reporte
I thanked her of her grete goodnes
And so we rode with Ioye and gladnes
Tyll that we came vnto a manoyr place
Moted aboute vnder a wood syde
Alyght she sayd for by ryght longe space
In payne and wo you dyde euer abyde
After an ebbe there cometh a flowynge tyde
So downe I lyght frome my goodly stede
After my payne to haue rest for my mede
Moted aboute vnder a wood syde
Alyght she sayd for by ryght longe space
In payne and wo you dyde euer abyde
After an ebbe there cometh a flowynge tyde
So downe I lyght frome my goodly stede
After my payne to haue rest for my mede
Than dame perceueraunce on the way me ledde
In to the place where dyde vs gentylly mete
The lady comforte without ony dredde
With countenaunce that was demure and swete
In goodly maner she dyde vs than grete
Ledynge vs to a chambre precyous
Dulcet of odoure and moost solacyous
In to the place where dyde vs gentylly mete
The lady comforte without ony dredde
With countenaunce that was demure and swete
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Ledynge vs to a chambre precyous
Dulcet of odoure and moost solacyous
And preuely she axed a questyon
Of perceueraunce what I called was
La graunde amoure without abusyon
Cosyn quod she he dooth all louers pas
Lyke as dooth Phebus in the pured glas
So dooth his dedes extoll the soueraynte
Of the derke gyauntes by hye auctoryte
Of perceueraunce what I called was
La graunde amoure without abusyon
Cosyn quod she he dooth all louers pas
Lyke as dooth Phebus in the pured glas
So dooth his dedes extoll the soueraynte
Of the derke gyauntes by hye auctoryte
Whan she it knewe she was of me ryght fayne
Nothynge I lacked that was to my pleasaunce
After my trauayle and my wofull payne
Good meet and drynke I had to sustenaunce
We sate togyder by longe contynuaunce
But euermore comforte gaue exortacyon
To me of pacyence in trybulacyon
Nothynge I lacked that was to my pleasaunce
After my trauayle and my wofull payne
Good meet and drynke I had to sustenaunce
We sate togyder by longe contynuaunce
But euermore comforte gaue exortacyon
To me of pacyence in trybulacyon
Thynke well quod she that in the worlde is none
Whiche can haue pleasure without wo and care
Ioye cometh after whan the payne is gone
Was neuer man that was deuoyde or bare
Alway of Ioye after his wofull snare
Who knoweth payne and hath ben in trouble
After his wo his Ioye is to hym double
Whiche can haue pleasure without wo and care
Ioye cometh after whan the payne is gone
Was neuer man that was deuoyde or bare
Alway of Ioye after his wofull snare
Who knoweth payne and hath ben in trouble
After his wo his Ioye is to hym double
It may so fortune that la belle pucell
Hath dyuers frendes that be not contente
That her fauour ye sholde attayne so well
For you of them she may often be shente
But what for that she shall not her repente
And yf her frendes be with you angry
Suffre theyr wordes and take it pacyently
Hath dyuers frendes that be not contente
That her fauour ye sholde attayne so well
For you of them she may often be shente
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And yf her frendes be with you angry
Suffre theyr wordes and take it pacyently
Agaynst theyr yll do vnto theym good
Theym for to please be alwaye dylygente
So shall you swage the tempestyous flood
Of theyr stormy myndes so impacyente
And inwardly they shall theym selfe repente
That they to you haue contraryous
In suche fyry angry hote and furyous
Theym for to please be alwaye dylygente
So shall you swage the tempestyous flood
Of theyr stormy myndes so impacyente
And inwardly they shall theym selfe repente
That they to you haue contraryous
In suche fyry angry hote and furyous
Thus by your wysdome ye shall them so wynne
Vnto your frendes that dyde you so hate
For it is reason you sholde obey youre kynne
As by obedyence bothe erly and late
Make theym your frendes withoute the debate
For euermore the spyryte of pacyence
Doth ouercome the angry vyolence
Vnto your frendes that dyde you so hate
For it is reason you sholde obey youre kynne
As by obedyence bothe erly and late
Make theym your frendes withoute the debate
For euermore the spyryte of pacyence
Doth ouercome the angry vyolence
Be hardy bolde and also couragyous
For after that ye be gone frome hence
You shall mete with a gyaunte rygoryous
Hauynge seuen hedes of yll experyence
You shall subdue hym with your prudence
And other aduētures shall vnto you fall
Whiche fame shall cause to be memoryall
For after that ye be gone frome hence
You shall mete with a gyaunte rygoryous
Hauynge seuen hedes of yll experyence
You shall subdue hym with your prudence
And other aduētures shall vnto you fall
Whiche fame shall cause to be memoryall
Whan it was tyme I was brought to bedde
So all the longe nyght I endured in rest
With suche a slouthe I taken was my hedde
That my softe pylowe I founde a good gest
For longe before I was so opprest
With inwarde trouble that I myght not slepe
But ofte wake and fygh with teres depe.
So all the longe nyght I endured in rest
With suche a slouthe I taken was my hedde
That my softe pylowe I founde a good gest
For longe before I was so opprest
With inwarde trouble that I myght not slepe
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How he mette with Perceyueraunce / & reposed hyz
in the manoyr place of dame comforte. Ca. xxxiij.
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