Chaucer's Translation of Boethius's "De Consolatione Philosophiae"Boethius
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Chaucer's Translation of Boethius's "De Consolatione Philosophiae"
Boethius
Happiness; Philosophy and religion
++Bvt tyme is now q{uo}d sche of medicine more þen of compleynte.
¶ Forsoþe þen sche entendyng to me warde wiþ al þe lokyng of hir eyen
saide. ¶ Art not þou he q{uo}d sche þat su{m}tyme I-norschid wiþ my
mylke {and} fostre[d] wiþ my meetes were ascaped {and} comen to corage
of a p{er}fit man. ¶ Certys I ȝaf þe syche armures þat ȝif þou þi self
ne haddest first caste hem away. þei schulden haue defendid þe in
sykernesse þat may not be ouer-comen. ¶ Knowest þou me not. Why art þou
stille. is it for schame or for astonynge. It were me leuer þat it were
for schame. but it semeþ me þat astony{n}ge haþ opp{re}ssed þe. ¶ And
whan sche say me not oonly stille. but wiþ-outen office of tonge {and}
al doumbe. sche leide hir honde softely vpon my brest {and} seide.
¶ Here nis no p{er}il q{uod} sche. ¶ He is fallen in to a litargie.
whiche þat is a comune sekenes to hertes þat ben desceiued. ¶ He haþ a
litel forȝeten hym self. but certis he schal lyȝtly reme{m}bren hym
self. ¶ Ȝif so be þat he haþ knowe{n} me or now. {and} þat he may so
done I wil wipe a litel hys eyen. þat ben derked by þe cloude of mortel
þinges ¶ Þise wordes seide sche. and wiþ þe lappe of hir garment yplitid
in a frounce sche dried[e] myn eyen þat were ful of þe wawes of my
wepynges.
TUNC ME DISCUSSA.
[Sidenote: [The 3^de Met{ur}.]]
++Þus when þat nyȝt was discussed {and} chased awey. derknesses
forleften me. {and} to myn eyen repeyre aȝeyne her firste strenkeþ. and
ryȝt by ensample as þe sonne is hid when þe sterres ben clustred. þat is
to sey whe{n} sterres ben couered wiþ cloudes by a swifte wynde þat hyȝt
chorus. {and} þat þe firmame{n}t stont derked by wete ploungy cloudes.
and þat þe sterres not apperen vpo{n} heuene. ¶ So þat þe nyȝt semeþ
sprad vpo{n} erþe. ¶ Yif þan þe wynde þat hyȝt borias sent out of þe
kaues of þe contre of Trace betiþ þis nyȝt. þat is to seyn chasiþ it
away {and} descouereþ þe closed day. ¶ Þan schineþ pheb{us} yshaken wiþ
sodeyne lyȝt {and} smyteþ wiþ hys bemes i{n} m{er}uely{n}g eyen.
HAUT ALITER TRISTICIE.
[Sidenote: [The 3^de p{ro}se.]]
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