{"id":14674,"date":"2021-11-01T17:43:44","date_gmt":"2021-11-01T17:43:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/?page_id=14674"},"modified":"2022-12-03T22:12:08","modified_gmt":"2022-12-03T22:12:08","slug":"pretre-de-nonnains-78","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/breton-mythology\/priest-of-nuns-78\/","title":{"rendered":"Canterbury Tales: Priest of the Nuns"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/breton-mythology\/\" role=\"button\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t\tBreton mythology<br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><br \/>\n\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/fr.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Les_Contes_de_Canterbury\" role=\"button\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t\tWiki<br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Geoffrey Chaucer is an English writer and poet who was born in London in the 1340s and died in 1400 in that same city. His most famous work is <i>Canterbury Tales<\/i>. The <i>Canterbury Tales<\/i> are, with <i>Sire Gauvain and the Green Knight<\/i> (from an anonymous person) and <i>Peter the Plowman<\/i> (by William Langland), the very first great works of English literature. Here is the first tale: the priest of Nonnains.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/cropped-AlphaOmega-e1602613368367.png\" alt=\"canterbury tales the priest of the Nuns\" width=\"25\" height=\"25\" title=\"\"><\/p>\n<div id=\"ez-toc-container\" class=\"ez-toc-v2_0_85 counter-hierarchy ez-toc-counter ez-toc-grey ez-toc-container-direction\">\n<div class=\"ez-toc-title-container\">\n<p class=\"ez-toc-title\" style=\"cursor:inherit\">Contents<\/p>\n<span class=\"ez-toc-title-toggle\"><a href=\"#\" class=\"ez-toc-pull-right ez-toc-btn ez-toc-btn-xs ez-toc-btn-default ez-toc-toggle\" aria-label=\"Toggle Table of Content\"><span class=\"ez-toc-js-icon-con\"><span class=\"\"><span class=\"eztoc-hide\" style=\"display:none;\">Toggle<\/span><span class=\"ez-toc-icon-toggle-span\"><svg style=\"fill: #999;color:#999\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" class=\"list-377408\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" viewbox=\"0 0 24 24\" fill=\"none\"><path d=\"M6 6H4v2h2V6zm14 0H8v2h12V6zM4 11h2v2H4v-2zm16 0H8v2h12v-2zM4 16h2v2H4v-2zm16 0H8v2h12v-2z\" fill=\"currentColor\"><\/path><\/svg><svg style=\"fill: #999;color:#999\" class=\"arrow-unsorted-368013\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"10px\" height=\"10px\" viewbox=\"0 0 24 24\" version=\"1.2\" baseprofile=\"tiny\"><path d=\"M18.2 9.3l-6.2-6.3-6.2 6.3c-.2.2-.3.4-.3.7s.1.5.3.7c.2.2.4.3.7.3h11c.3 0 .5-.1.7-.3.2-.2.3-.5.3-.7s-.1-.5-.3-.7zM5.8 14.7l6.2 6.3 6.2-6.3c.2-.2.3-.5.3-.7s-.1-.5-.3-.7c-.2-.2-.4-.3-.7-.3h-11c-.3 0-.5.1-.7.3-.2.2-.3.5-.3.7s.1.5.3.7z\"\/><\/svg><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n<nav><ul class='ez-toc-list ez-toc-list-level-1' ><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-1\" href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/breton-mythology\/priest-of-nuns-78\/#Contes-de-Canterbury-Le-conte-du-pretre-de-Nonnains\" >Canterbury Tales: The Tale of the Priest of Nuns<\/a><\/li><\/ul><\/nav><\/div>\n<h2><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Contes-de-Canterbury-Le-conte-du-pretre-de-Nonnains\"><\/span>Canterbury Tales: The Tale of the Priest of Nuns<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n<p>\t\tThe Prologue to the Tale of the Priest of Nonnains.<\/p>\n<p>&quot; Oh ! (said the Chevalier,) my good sire, no more of this;<br \/>what has said is enough, for sure,<br \/>and much more: because a little sadness<br \/>3960est bien assez pour maintes gens, je pense.<br \/>I say it as for me, there is great misaise,<br \/>when a man has been very wealthy and well-off,<br \/>to learn of its sudden fall, alas!<br \/>and the opposite is joy and drunkenness,<br \/>when a man has been in poor condition,<br \/>and rises and becomes fortunate,<br \/>and abide in prosperity;<br \/>such thing is exhilarating, it seems to me,<br \/>and such and such a thing would be good to tell. &quot;<br \/>3970\u00ab\u00a0Certes, (dit notre h\u00f4te,) par la cloche de Saint-Paul<sup id=\"cite_ref-1\"><\/sup>,<br \/>you say very right; this monk is disgusting high;<br \/>he said like &quot;fortune covered with a cloud&quot;<br \/>I don&#039;t really know what, and he also spoke of &quot;Tragedy&quot;,<br \/>you just heard it, and of course! this is no cure<br \/>to lament and complain<br \/>of what is done, and then it&#039;s painful thing,<br \/>as you said<sup id=\"cite_ref-2\"><\/sup>, to hear about misfortune.<br \/>Sir Monk, more of this, God bless you!<br \/>Your tale bores the whole company;<br \/>3980de telles histoires ne valent un papillon\u00a0;<br \/>for there is neither joyfulness nor game in it.<br \/>So, Sir Monk, or Dom Pierre of your name,<br \/>cordially please, say something else,<br \/>for, of course, was it not for the ringing of your bells,<br \/>which hang from your bridle on each side,<br \/>by the God of heaven, who died for all of us,<\/p>\n<p>long ago would I have fallen down, of sleep,<br \/>however deep the quagmire would have been;<br \/>then your tale would have been told all in vain;<br \/>3990car, pour certain, comme disent les clercs,<br \/>&quot;When a man cannot have an audience,<br \/>it is of no use to him to say his sentence; &quot;<br \/>and I know he must trust me<sup id=\"cite_ref-3\"><\/sup>,<br \/>the one who wants to tell his story.<br \/>Sir, tell us hunting, please. &quot;<br \/>\u201cNay, (said the Monk,) I don&#039;t have the heart to be happy:<br \/>than another tale now, as I told. &quot;<br \/>Then spoke our host, with harsh and bold words,<br \/>and addressed himself immediately to the priest of Nonnains:<br \/>4000\u00ab\u00a0Approche, Pr\u00eatre, viens \u00e7a, messire Jean<sup id=\"cite_ref-4\"><\/sup>,<br \/>tell us such and such a thing that makes our hearts happy;<br \/>be a fellow, even though you ride a nag.<br \/>Don&#039;t shoes that your beast is ugly and thin;<br \/>if it serves you, only worry about a bean;<br \/>watch that your heart is always happy. &quot;<br \/>&quot;Yes-da, sir,&quot; he said \ud83d\ude09 oui-da, our host, by my faith!<br \/>if not gay, for sure i want to be blamed. &quot;<br \/>And all of a sudden his tale began<br \/>and tells us as follows, to each and every one,<br \/>4010ce doux Pr\u00eatre, ce bon homme, messire Jean.<\/p>\n<p><i>Explicit.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>\u2042Le Conte du Pr\u00eatre de Nonnains<sup id=\"cite_ref-5\"><\/sup>.<i>Here begins the Tale of the Priest of Nonnains, the Rooster Chanteclair and the Poule Pertelote.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>A poor widow, somewhat advanced in years,<br \/>once lived in a narrow cottage,<\/p>\n<p>against a small wood, in a valley.<br \/>This widow, whose story I tell you,<br \/>since the day she lost her man,<br \/>in patience led very simple life,<br \/>for meager was his livestock and his income.<br \/>By economy, with what God had granted him,<br \/>she provided for his needs, and also for his two daughters.<br \/>4020Trois grosses truies avait-elle, pas plus,<br \/>three cows, and also a sheep called Mariette;<br \/>all black with soot was his room, and also his room,<br \/>where she ate many poor meals.<br \/>Spicy sauce she hardly needed.<br \/>No delicate piece passed through his throat;<br \/>his food was in keeping with his hut.<br \/>Fullness never made her sick;<br \/>a moderate diet was his medicine,<br \/>and exercise, and a happy heart.<br \/>4030La goutte ne l\u2019emp\u00eachait mie de danser,<br \/>nor apoplexy broke his head;<br \/>she drank no wine, neither white nor red;<br \/>his table was mainly served in white and black,<br \/>milk and brown bread, which never lacked,<br \/>grilled bacon, and sometimes an egg or two,<br \/>because she was almost a milkman by trade.<br \/>She had a yard, fenced all around<br \/>stakes and surrounded by a dry ditch,<br \/>4040dans laquelle elle avait un coq nomm\u00e9 Chanteclair\u00a0;<br \/>in all the land of Coquelicon there was no equal.<br \/>Her voice was happier than the happy organs<br \/>who, on Mass days, snore in the church;<br \/>much more punctual was his song on his perch<br \/>than a clock or an abbey chime.<br \/>By nature he knew every ascent<br \/>of the equinoctial<sup id=\"cite_ref-6\"><\/sup>, in this hamlet;<br \/>for when the shadow had risen fifteen degrees,<br \/>he sang, so well that one could not do better.<br \/>Its crest was redder than the fine coral,<br \/>4050et cr\u00e9nel\u00e9e, comme un mur de castel.<\/p>\n<p>Its beak was black, and shone like jet;<br \/>as azure were its paws and its spurs;<br \/>her nails whiter than the fleur-de-lis,<br \/>and like burnished gold, its plumage.<br \/>This nice rooster had in its direction<br \/>seven hens, to have all their pleasure,<br \/>who were his sisters and his loves,<br \/>and wonderfully similar to him in color.<br \/>The one whose throat shone in the most beautiful colors<br \/>4060avait nom belle damoiselle Pertelote.<br \/>Courteous was, wise and easygoing<sup id=\"cite_ref-7\"><\/sup><br \/>and good company, and so beautifully behaved,<br \/>since the day she was a week of age,<br \/>that she really had the heart<br \/>Chanteclair, bound by all the fibers;<br \/>he loved her so much that he was very happy with it.<br \/>It was joy to hear them sing,<br \/>when the gay sun began to break,<br \/>in harmony: <i>My friend in the distance is gone<\/i><sup id=\"cite_ref-8\"><\/sup>.<br \/>4070Car en ce temps, \u00e0 ce que j\u2019ai entendu dire,<br \/>birds and animals spoke and sang.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 But it happened that one morning at dawn,<br \/>like Chanteclair, among all his women,<br \/>stood on his perch (which was in the room),<br \/>and near him the beautiful Pertelote,<br \/>Chanteclair began to moan in her throat,<br \/>like a man who in dreams suffers cruel pain,<br \/>and when Pertelote heard him lament thus,<br \/>she was astonished and said: &quot;My sweet heart,<br \/>4080de quoi souffrez-vous, pour g\u00e9mir de cette fa\u00e7on\u00a0?<br \/>What a sleeper you are doing, fi, what a shame! &quot;<br \/>And he answered, and said thus: &quot;Madam,<br \/>please don&#039;t take it the wrong way;<br \/>by God, I dreamed that I was in such bad luck,<br \/>just now that my heart is still quite afraid of it.<br \/>Now please God, he said, turn my dream well,<br \/>and keep my body out of my prison!<\/p>\n<p>I dreamed that I was going from that, from there<br \/>in our yard, when I saw a beast<br \/>4090qui \u00e9tait comme un chien et aurait voulu s\u2019\u00e9lancer<br \/>on my body, and wanted to kill me.<br \/>Its color was between yellow and red;<br \/>and his tail and both ears had the tip<br \/>black, different from the rest of the hair;<br \/>his muzzle was slender, with two shining eyes.<br \/>From his appearance again I almost die of fear.<br \/>This is what probably caused my moan. &quot;<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 &quot;Go back,&quot; she cried, &quot;disregard you, heartless!&quot;<br \/>Alas! she said; for, by the God above,<br \/>4100ores avez-vous perdu mon c\u0153ur et tout mon amour\u00a0;<br \/>I couldn&#039;t love a coward, by my faith.<br \/>Because, of course, no matter what any women say,<br \/>we all want, if we can,<br \/>to have a bold, wise, generous husband,<br \/>and secret, and not miserable, nor fool,<br \/>nor as he is afraid of every tool,<br \/>nor boastful either, by the God above!<br \/>How were you not ashamed to tell your love<br \/>that nothing could have scared you?<br \/>4110N\u2019avez-vous c\u0153ur d\u2019homme, et avez une barbe\u00a0?<br \/>Alas! and can you be afraid of a dream?<br \/>There is, God knows, nothing but vanity in dreams.<br \/>Dreams are born of fullness,<br \/>and often vapors, and complexions<sup id=\"cite_ref-9\"><\/sup>,<br \/>when the moods are too abundant in the body.<br \/>Certainly, this dream, that you had last night,<br \/>comes from the great superfluity<br \/>of your red anger<sup id=\"cite_ref-10\"><\/sup>, of course,<br \/>that scares people, in their dreams,<br \/>4120de fl\u00e8ches, et de feu avec rouges flammes,<br \/>great beasts that want to bite them,<br \/>of fights, and of ferocious animals large and small;<br \/>just like the mood of melancholy<br \/>makes many man cry out in his sleep,<\/p>\n<p>for fear of black bears, or black bulls,<br \/>or black devils, who want to take them.<br \/>Other moods could I also speak<br \/>which make many man sorrow in his sleep;<br \/>but i want to move as fast as i can.<br \/>4130\u00a0 \u00a0 Voyez Caton<sup id=\"cite_ref-11\"><\/sup>, who was such a wise man,<br \/>did he not say: don&#039;t pay attention to dreams?<br \/>Now that, sir, she said, when we fly low on the pole,<br \/>for god&#039;s sake, please take a laxative;<br \/>at the risk of my soul and my life,<br \/>I advise you for the best, without lying:<br \/>it takes anger and melancholy together<br \/>purge you; and so that you do not delay,<br \/>although in this hamlet there is no apothecary,<br \/>I will teach you the herbs myself<br \/>4140qui seront pour votre sant\u00e9 et pour votre bien\u00a0;<br \/>and in our yard will I find these herbs<br \/>which have property, by nature,<br \/>to purge you from below, and also from above.<br \/>Remember this, for God&#039;s sake:<br \/>you are angry with complexions<sup id=\"cite_ref-12\"><\/sup>.<br \/>Keep that the sun, as it ascends,<br \/>don&#039;t find yourself full of hot moods;<br \/>because if he does, I dare to bet a farthing<br \/>that you will have third fever,<br \/>4150ou chaud mal, qui peut \u00eatre votre mort.<br \/>For a day or two you have to take digestives<br \/>of worms, before taking your laxatives:<br \/>of the laurel, of the knapweed, of the earth smoke,<br \/>or the hellebore, which grows here,<br \/>or purge, or buckthorn berries,<br \/>or the ground ivy from our yard, which is so pleasant to see;<br \/>peck them just as they grow, and swallow them.<br \/>Be good, my husband, by the race of your father!<br \/>Do not be afraid of dreams; I cannot tell you more. &quot;<br \/>4160\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00ab\u00a0Madame, dit-il, grand merci de votre science.<br \/>But nevertheless, touching Dom Cato,<\/p>\n<p>who has such a great reputation for wisdom,<br \/>although he advises us not to fear dreams,<br \/>by God, we can read the old <a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/book-libraries\/\">books<\/a><br \/>many authors, more authoritative<br \/>what Cato never had, by my faith!<br \/>who say the opposite of this sentence,<br \/>and have found by experience<br \/>4170aussi bien de joies que de tribulations<br \/>that men endure in this present life.<br \/>There is no need to discuss this;<br \/>the facts themselves prove it.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 One of the greatest authors<sup id=\"cite_ref-13\"><\/sup> let&#039;s read<br \/>said this: that once two companions left<br \/>on a pilgrimage, in very good harmony;<br \/>and it happened that they entered a city,<br \/>where was such a congregation<br \/>of people, and such a shortage of housing,<br \/>4180qu\u2019ils ne trouv\u00e8rent pas m\u00eame une cabane<br \/>where they could both stay.<br \/>So they last, out of necessity<br \/>for this night, to be out of company;<br \/>and each of them goes to a hostel<br \/>and takes his home as is.<br \/>One of them lodged in a stable,<br \/>at the end of a courtyard, with plow oxen;<br \/>the other stayed well enough<br \/>as luck or fortune led,<br \/>4190qui nous gouverne tous de loi commune.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 Now it happened that long before daybreak<br \/>the latter dreamed in his bed, where he was lying,<br \/>that his companion began to call him,<br \/>and said to him: \u201cAlas! because in an ox stable,<br \/>where am I lying, I will be killed tonight.<br \/>Now help me, dear brother, before I die;<br \/>in all haste, come to me, \u201dhe said.<br \/>Our man awoke with a start from fear;<br \/>but when he was quite awake from sleep,<\/p>\n<p>4200il se retourna, et de ce ne prit garde\u00a0;<br \/>it seemed to him that his dream was only vanity.<br \/>Twice in his sleep he had the same dream.<br \/>And a third time again his friend<br \/>came, it seemed to him, and said: \u201cOres suis slain;<br \/>see my bloody wounds, wide and deep!<br \/>Get up early tomorrow morning<br \/>and at the western city gate, he said,<br \/>a chariot full of manure will you see,<br \/>in which my body is hidden, very secretly;<br \/>4210fais arr\u00eater ce char, hardiment.<br \/>It was my gold that caused my murder, to be honest. &quot;<br \/>And he told her in every way how was bruised,<br \/>with a very pitiful face, quite pale in color.<br \/>And believe well that he found his dream all true,<br \/>for in the morning, as soon as it is daylight,<br \/>he took the road to the inn where his friend was,<br \/>and when he came to the ox stable,<br \/>he began to call his companion.<br \/>The hotel keeper answered him immediately,<br \/>4220et dit\u00a0: \u00ab\u00a0Messire, votre compain s\u2019en est all\u00e9\u00a0;<br \/>at daybreak he left the city. &quot;.<br \/>Our man began to get suspicious,<br \/>remembering the dream he had dreamed,<br \/>and goes - no longer wanted to delay -<br \/>towards the western city gate, and found<br \/>a chariot of manure, as if to smoke the earth,<br \/>which was arranged in the same way<br \/>what did the dead man describe;<br \/>and with a bold heart, begins to cry<br \/>4230vengeance et justice de cette f\u00e9lonie\u00a0: \u2014<br \/>&quot;My friend was bruised that very night,<br \/>and he lies in this chariot lying open mouth.<br \/>I appeal to the ministers, he said,<br \/>who have a duty to keep and govern this city.<br \/>Haro! alas! here lies my bruised companion! &quot;<br \/>What should I add to this tale?<br \/>The people rushed out and threw the chariot to the ground,<br \/>and emmi the manure they found<br \/>the dead man, who had just been killed.<\/p>\n<p>4240\u00a0 \u00a0 O bienheureux Seigneur, qui es si vrai et si juste,<br \/>how you always reveal the murder!<br \/>Murder cannot be hidden, we see it every day.<br \/>The murder is so heinous and so abominable<br \/>to God, who is so just and reasonable,<br \/>that he does not want to leave him unpunished;<br \/>Should we wait a year, or two, or three,<br \/>murder will break out, that&#039;s my conclusion.<br \/>And all of a sudden the ministers of this city<br \/>took the carter and put him so well in hell,<br \/>4250et l\u2019h\u00f4telier aussi ont si fort bourrel\u00e9<br \/>that they have immediately confessed their villainy,<br \/>and that they were hanged by the collar.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 Here can we see that dreams are to be feared,<br \/>and certainly, in the same <a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/book-libraries\/\">book<\/a> I read,<br \/>right in the next chapter after this<br \/>(if I lie, God takes away my joy and happiness!)<br \/>of two men who would have liked to cross the sea,<br \/>for some cause going to distant land,<br \/>if the wind hadn&#039;t been contrary,<br \/>4260et ne les avait retenus en une cit\u00e9,<br \/>which rose very pleasantly near a harbor.<br \/>But one day, towards evening,<br \/>the wind began to change, and blew as they wished.<br \/>Cheerful and happy, they went to bed,<br \/>and made plans to leave early in the morning;<br \/>but a great wonder happened to one of these men.<br \/>This one, as he lay sleeping,<br \/>dreamed a strange dream, towards morning;<br \/>it seemed to him that a man was standing next to his bed,<br \/>4270et lui commandait de rester,<br \/>and said to him: &quot;If you leave this morning,<br \/>you will be drowned; my point is at the end. &quot;<br \/>He awoke and told his companion his dream,<br \/>and begged him to delay his journey;<br \/>for that day, begged him to stay.<br \/>His companion, who was lying next to his bed,<br \/>laughed, and he laughed loudly.<br \/>&quot;No dream,&quot; he said, &quot;could frighten my heart so much,<br \/>4280que je tarde \u00e0 faire mes affaires.<\/p>\n<p>I care about your reveries more than a straw,<br \/>for dreams are only vanities and nonsense.<br \/>We dream every day of owls and monkeys,<br \/>and then many more labyrinths;<br \/>we dream of things that never have been, and never will be.<br \/>But since I see that you want to stay here,<br \/>and thus waste your time in laziness,<br \/>God knows I regret it; so, hello! <br \/>And so he took his leave and went on his way.<br \/>But before his ship had sailed halfway,<br \/>4290ne sais comment, ni quelle malechance lui advint,<br \/>but by chance the hull of the nave opened,<br \/>and nave and people went to the bottom of the water,<br \/>in view of other naves, in their vicinity,<br \/>who were sailing with them at the same time.<br \/>So, beautiful Pertelote so dear,<br \/>from such ancient examples can you learn,<br \/>what should we not despise<br \/>the dreams ; because I&#039;m telling you, no doubt,<br \/>many dreams are badly to be feared.<br \/>4300\u00a0 \u00a0 Voyez, je lis dans la vie de St Kenelm,<br \/>who was the son of Kenulph, the noble king<br \/>from the land of Mercia, that Kenelm had a dream.<br \/>A little before that was bruised, one day,<br \/>he saw his murder in a vision.<br \/>His nurse explained to him, in every way,<br \/>this dream, and told him to be careful<br \/>for fear of betrayal; but he was only seven years old,<br \/>and so little account could he do<br \/>of a dream, so holy was his heart.<br \/>4310Par Dieu, mieux aimerais plut\u00f4t qu\u2019avoir chemise,<br \/>that you had read this <a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/\">legend<\/a>, as I did.<br \/>Dame Pertelote, I tell you really,<br \/>Macrobe, who wrote the vision,<br \/>in Africa, the famous Scipio<sup id=\"cite_ref-14\"><\/sup>,<br \/>affirms the dreams, and says that they are<br \/>warnings of things men afterwards will see.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 And as well, look, please,<\/p>\n<p>in the Old Testament, touching Daniel,<br \/>if he held dreams for vanity.<br \/>4320Lisez aussi l\u2019histoire de Joseph, et vous verrez<br \/>what dreams are sometimes (I&#039;m not saying all)<br \/>warnings of things that will happen afterwards.<br \/>See the king of Egypt, Dom Pharaoh,<br \/>and also his baker and his bottler,<br \/>if they haven&#039;t felt the effects of dreams.<br \/>Who will search in the Acts of various kingdoms,<br \/>will read many wonderful things about dreams.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 See Cresus, who was king of <a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/lydian-mythology\/\">lydia<\/a><sup id=\"cite_ref-15\"><\/sup>,<br \/>Did he not dream that he was perched on a tree,<br \/>4330ce qui signifiait qu\u2019il serait pendu\u00a0?<br \/>See Andromache, wife of Hector,<br \/>the day Hector was to lose his life,<br \/>she dreamed the night before<br \/>that Hector&#039;s life was going to be lost,<br \/>if that day he marched to battle;<br \/>she warns him, but no word is valid;<br \/>he goes into battle nonetheless,<br \/>and by Achilles incontinent is slain<sup id=\"cite_ref-16\"><\/sup>.<br \/>But this tale takes way too long to tell,<br \/>4340et aussi est-il presque jour, je ne peux m\u2019attarder.<br \/>Anyway, I say in conclusion,<br \/>this vision will happen to me<br \/>adversity; and I say more<br \/>that do not make any case of laxatives,<br \/>because they are poisonous, of course;<br \/>I challenge them, I don&#039;t like them crumb.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 Now let us speak of joyfulness, and we are silent about all that;<br \/>Madame Pertelote, on my happiness!<br \/>there is one thing that God has given me generously,<br \/>4350car lorsque je vois la beaut\u00e9 de votre face,<br \/>and the scarlet red that surrounds your eyes,<br \/>all my fear is quickly gone;<br \/>because, as sure as <i>In principio<\/i>,<\/p>\n<p><i>Mulier is hominis confusio<\/i><sup id=\"cite_ref-17\"><\/sup>\u00a0;<br \/>madam, the meaning of this Latin is:<br \/>woman is the joy of man and all his happiness;<br \/>because when I feel the night your soft side,<br \/>although it cannot protrude on you,<br \/>for what our perch is too narrow, alas!<br \/>4360je suis si plein de joie et de soulas,<br \/>that I challenge and visions and dreams. &quot;<br \/>And on it flew down from the perch,<br \/>for it was day, and also all his hens;<br \/>and with a chuckle began to call them,<br \/>for had found a grain lying in the yard.<br \/>Royal was, and had no more fear;<br \/>Twenty times trussed the feathers to Pertelote,<br \/>and twenty times the chaucha, before it was prime<sup id=\"cite_ref-18\"><\/sup>.<br \/>He looked like a fierce lion;<br \/>4370et de \u00e7a, de l\u00e0 allait, mont\u00e9 sur ses ergots,<br \/>because he did not deign to put his feet on the ground.<br \/>He chuckles, when he finds a grain,<br \/>and then to him run all his women.<br \/>So royal, like a prince in his palace,<br \/>I left this Chanleclair to its pasture:<br \/>then afterwards will tell you his adventure.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 When the month, in which the world began,<br \/>which is called Mars, where God first created man,<br \/>was over, and that were also passed,<br \/>4380depuis le d\u00e9but de mars, trente-deux jours,<br \/>it happened that Chanleclair, in all her pride,<br \/>his seven wives walking by his side,<br \/>looked up to the shining sun,<br \/>who in the sign of Taurus had traveled<br \/>twenty-one degrees, and a little more;<br \/>and knew, by nature, and by no other science,<br \/>that he was prime, and sang in a cheerful voice.<br \/>&quot;The sun, he said, has risen in the sky<br \/>forty-one degrees, and more, of course.<br \/>4390Madame Pertelote, joie de ma vie,<\/p>\n<p>listen to these happy birds, as they sing,<br \/>and see the fresh flowers, as they grow;<br \/>my heart is full of joy and soul. &quot;<br \/>But suddenly he had a lamentable situation;<br \/>for always the other end of joy is pain.<br \/>God knows that joy in this world does not last;<br \/>and a rhetorician, who knows how to compose,<br \/>in a chronicle surely of this could write<br \/>as a sovereignly notable fact.<br \/>4400Or tout homme sage, qu\u2019il pr\u00eate l\u2019oreille\u00a0;<br \/>this story is also true, I prove it,<br \/>what is Lancelot du Lac&#039;s book,<br \/>that women hold in such great reverence.<br \/>So I am going to come back to my point.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 A cunning fox, full of treacherous iniquity,<br \/>who had lived in the grove for three years,<br \/>having preconceived his move in imagination,<br \/>that same night through the hedge entered<br \/>in the courtyard, where the beautiful Chanteclair<br \/>4410soulait s\u2019aller promener avec ses femmes\u00a0;<br \/>and in a square of vegetables he was silent,<br \/>until past the middle of the day,<br \/>waiting for the moment to fall on Chanteclair,<br \/>as all these homicides gladly do<br \/>who are on the lookout to hurt people.<br \/>O false murderer, who lurks in your hiding t<br \/>New Iscariot, new Ganelon!<br \/>Fake concealer, oh <a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/mythes-et-legendes-grecques-1664\/\">Greek<\/a> Otherwise,<br \/>who drove <a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/trojan-mythology\/\">Troy<\/a> to such a complete loss!<br \/>4420O Chanteclair, maudit soit le matin<br \/>where from your perch flew in this yard!<br \/>You were well warned by your dream<br \/>how perilous this day was for you.<br \/>But what God foresaw necessarily happens,<br \/>according to the opinion of certain clerics.<br \/>He is my witness who is a perfect clerk,<br \/>that there is a great altercation in the School<br \/>on this matter, and great dispute,<br \/>and was, between one hundred thousand men.<br \/>4430Mais je ne saurais passer la chose au blutoir,<\/p>\n<p>like Saint Doctor Augustine,<br \/>or Boethius, or Bishop Bradwardin<sup id=\"cite_ref-19\"><\/sup>,<br \/>to know if of God the august prescience<br \/>force me to do one thing<br \/>(necessarily, of simple necessity, I mean);<br \/>or on the contrary, if free choice is granted to me<br \/>to do the same thing, or not to do it,<br \/>although God intended it before it was made;<br \/>or if his foreknowledge does not oblige me,<br \/>4440sauf de n\u00e9cessit\u00e9 conditionnelle.<br \/>But I don&#039;t want to deal with such a matter;<br \/>my tale is of a rooster, as you can hear it,<br \/>who unfortunately took advice from his wife,<br \/>to go out in the yard, in the morning<br \/>one had had this dream, that has told you;<br \/>advice from women is often fatal;<br \/>first woman&#039;s advice hurt us,<br \/>and sent Adam out of Paradise,<br \/>where was so cheerful, and very comfortable. -<br \/>4450Mais, ne sachant \u00e0 qui ce pourrait d\u00e9plaire<br \/>if a woman&#039;s advice I blamed,<br \/>I ignore it, because this I said in play.<br \/>Read the authors, where they deal with such matter,<br \/>and what they say about women will learn.<br \/>These are the words of the rooster, not mine;<br \/>I cannot think badly of any woman.<br \/>In a beautiful place in the sand, bathing there happily,<br \/>lies Pertelote, and all her sisters near her,<br \/>against the sun; and the noble Chanteclair<br \/>4460chantait plus joyeusement que sir\u00e8ne dans la mer\u00a0;<br \/>because Physiologus<sup id=\"cite_ref-20\"><\/sup> said, without a doubt,<br \/>that they sing beautifully and joyfully.<br \/>Now it happened that, as he cast his eyes,<br \/>among the grass, on a butterfly,<br \/>he discovered this fox lying on the ground.<br \/>When did not want to sing,<br \/>but shouted incontinently, &quot;cok cok&quot;, and flinched,<\/p>\n<p>like a frightened man in his heart.<br \/>Because naturally stupid wants to flee<br \/>4470loin de son ennemi, si elle le d\u00e9couvre,<br \/>although his eyes had never seen it.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 Chanteclair, when he saw her,<br \/>would have liked to flee, but the fox incontinent<br \/>said to him: &quot;Nice sire, alas!&quot; Where do you want to go ?<br \/>Are you afraid of me who am your friend?<br \/>Now, of course, I would be worse than the devil<br \/>if you wanted bad or meanness.<br \/>I have not come to listen to your advice;<br \/>but really, the cause of my coming<br \/>4480est seulement pour vous entendre chanter,<br \/>because you really have such a pretty voice<br \/>than an angel who is in heaven;<br \/>with that you have more feeling in music<br \/>than Boethius had, or anyone who could sing.<br \/>Lord your father (God have his soul!)<br \/>and also your mother, in their courtesy,<br \/>came to my house, to my great ease;<br \/>and certainly, sir, I would like to please you.<br \/>As for singing, I wanna tell you<br \/>4490(Dieu me prive de mes deux yeux, si je mens\u00a0!)<br \/>that, for you, oncques did I yes man sing<br \/>as your father used to do in the morning;<br \/>certainly it was with all his heart that he sang<br \/>and, to make her voice louder,<br \/>worked so well that his two eyes<br \/>was closing, he was screaming so loudly,<br \/>and still stood on the tip of the spurs,<br \/>and craned her long, slender neck.<br \/>And also was such caution,<br \/>4500qu\u2019il n\u2019y avait homme dans aucun pays,<br \/>who passed it in song or in wisdom.<br \/>I read in Dom Brunel l&#039;Ane<sup id=\"cite_ref-21\"><\/sup>,<br \/>among other worms, how a rooster,<br \/>for what the son of a priest had struck him<br \/>on the paw, when he was young and nicet,<\/p>\n<p>caused the priest to lose his profit.<br \/>But, for certain, there is no comparison<br \/>between wisdom and prudence<br \/>of your father, and the subtlety of this rooster.<br \/>4510Or chantez, messire, par sainte charit\u00e9\u00a0!<br \/>Show if you can match your father. &quot;<br \/>Lightning song began to flap its wings,<br \/>like a man who could not suspect treachery,<br \/>so delighted was he at this flattery.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 Alas! princes, many false flatterers<br \/>is in your classes, and many praise,<br \/>which you like much more, by my faith,<br \/>than the one who tells you the truth.<br \/>Read Ecclesiastes on flattery;<br \/>4520gardez-vous, princes, de leur trahison\u00a0!<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 Chanteclair rose to her feet,<br \/>craning my neck, and keeping my eyes closed,<br \/>and began to sing loudly, this time.<br \/>Dom Roussel the fox was startled immediately,<br \/>and by the gargamelle seizes Chanteclair,<br \/>and on his back to the wood carried him,<br \/>for then there was no man who saw him.<br \/>O destiny, what cannot be avoided!<br \/>Alas! May Chanteclair have flown from her perch!<br \/>4530H\u00e9las\u00a0! que sa femme ne fit cas des songes\u00a0!<br \/>And it was on a Friday that all this bad luck happened.<br \/>O Venus, who art goddess,<br \/>since your servant was this Chanteclair,<br \/>and that to serve you he put all his power,<br \/>more for deduced than for multiplying the world,<br \/>why did you suffer for him to die on your day<sup id=\"cite_ref-22\"><\/sup>\u00a0?<br \/>O Geoffroy<sup id=\"cite_ref-23\"><\/sup>, dear sovereign master,<br \/>who when your noble king Richard was slain<br \/>with an arrow, made his death so grievous,<br \/>4540que n\u2019ai-je tes paroles et ta science,<br \/>to eat on Friday, as you knew how to do?<\/p>\n<p>(because a Friday, for sure, was it slain),<br \/>then would i all show how i could complain<br \/>the fear of Chanteclair, and her torment.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 Certainly, such a complaint or lamentation<br \/>were not made by the ladies, - when Ilion<br \/>was conquered, and Pyrrhus, sword drawn,<br \/>had taken King Priam by the beard,<br \/>and had it slain (the Aeneid tells us), -<br \/>4550comme firent toutes les poules dans le clos,<br \/>when they saw Chanteclair&#039;s fate.<br \/>But sovereignly proclaimed Dame Pertelote,<br \/>much higher than Hasdrubal&#039;s wife,<br \/>when her husband lost his life,<br \/>and that the Romans had burned <a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/carthaginian-phoenician-punic-mythology\/\">Carthage<\/a>\u00a0;<br \/>she was so full of torment and rage,<br \/>that all willingly protrude into the fire,<br \/>and burned himself without his heart failing.<br \/>O dolentes gelines, all so you cried,<br \/>4560comme, lorsque N\u00e9ron br\u00fbla la cit\u00e9<br \/>of Rome, cried the senators&#039; wives,<br \/>for what their husbands had lost their lives;<br \/>not guilty, a Nero slain.<br \/>Now will I come back to my tale: -<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 The poor widow, and also her two daughters,<br \/>heard these hens cry out and mourn,<br \/>and out of them suddenly protruded,<br \/>and saw the fox run into the woods,<br \/>carrying the rooster on his back;<br \/>4570et cri\u00e8rent\u00a0: \u00ab\u00a0Sus l\u00e0\u00a0! haro\u00a0! h\u00e9las\u00a0!<br \/>Ha, ha, the fox! And after him ran,<br \/>and also with sticks many other people;<br \/>our dog Colle, and Talbot, and Gerland ran,<br \/>and Marion, her distaff in hand;<br \/>cow and calf ran, and even pigs,<br \/>so frightened were they barking dogs<br \/>and the cries of men as well as women;<br \/>they were running so hard that they thought their hearts were breaking.<br \/>They were screaming like demons do in hell;<br \/>4580canards de crier comme si on les voulait occire\u00a0;<br \/>geese to fly scared to the top of the trees;<\/p>\n<p>out of the hive bees to come out;<br \/>so hideous was the noise, ah! <i>blessed<\/i>\u00a0!<br \/>Certainly Jack Straw and his gang<br \/>we did not cry so piercing by half<br \/>when they wanted to kill some Flemish<sup id=\"cite_ref-24\"><\/sup>,<br \/>that were pushed that day after the fox.<br \/>They brought trumpets of brass and boxwood,<br \/>of horn, of bone, where breathed and giggled,<br \/>4590et dont firent sortir clameurs et hurleries\u00a0;<br \/>one would have thought that the sky was going to fall.<br \/>Now, good people, please listen to the end.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 See how suddenly fortune returns<br \/>the hope and also the pride of his enemy!<br \/>This rooster, which was lying on the back of the fox,<br \/>despite all his fear, the fox addressed himself<br \/>and said: &quot;Sir, if I were that of you,<br \/>I would tell them (true as God helps me!):<br \/>Get out of here, all you cocky peasants!<br \/>4600Male peste sur vous tombe\u00a0!<br \/>Ores have I arrived at the edge of this wood;<br \/>in spite of you, the rooster here will remain;<br \/>I will eat it, by my faith, immediately. &quot;-<br \/>The fox replied, &quot;By my faith, so shall be done.&quot; -<br \/>And as he said these words, all of a sudden<br \/>the rooster escaped from his mouth cheerfully,<br \/>and from the top of a tree flew incontinently,<br \/>and when the fox saw that he was gone:<br \/>\u201cAlas! he said, O Chanteclair, alas!<br \/>4610Je vous ai, dit-il, caus\u00e9 dommage,<br \/>for what scared you<br \/>when you took, and carried away from the court;<br \/>but, sir, did not do it with a malicious design;<br \/>get off, and tell you what I wanted to do;<br \/>I will tell you the truth, true as God helps me! &quot;<br \/>\u201cNay,\u201d he said; I curse us both,<br \/>and first I curse myself, blood and bone,<br \/>if you cheat on me more than once.<br \/>You will no longer make me, by your flattery,<\/p>\n<p>4620chanter et fermer les deux yeux.<br \/>Because who closes his eyelids when he should see,<br \/>and this of his own free will, God never gives him prosperity! &quot;<br \/>&quot;Yes-da,&quot; said the fox, &quot;and God gives this bad luck,<br \/>who jargons when should be silent. &quot;<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 See what happens to the reckless<br \/>and careless, and trusts in flattery.<br \/>And you, who take this tale for madness,<br \/>like a fox, a rooster and a jelly,<br \/>4630retenez-en la morale, bonnes gens.<br \/>Because Saint Paul says, that all that is written<br \/>is written for our instruction, of course.<br \/>Take the grain, and leave the straw there.<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 Now therefore, good God, if it is your will,<br \/>as Monsignor says<sup id=\"cite_ref-25\"><\/sup>, make us all righteous,<br \/>and leads us all to great bliss. Amen.<\/p>\n<p><i>Here ends the Tale of the Priest of Nonnains.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u2042\u00c9pilogue au Conte du Pr\u00eatre de Nonnains.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMessire Priest of Nonnains,\u201d said our host, immediately,<br \/>blessed be your breeches, and what they contain!<br \/>Here is a happy tale of Chanteclair.<br \/>4640Mais, par ma foi, si tu \u00e9tais du si\u00e8cle,<br \/>you would be a sturdy pothole.<br \/>Because, if you have desire as much as strength,<br \/>you would need g\u00e9lines, I think,<br \/>to be sure, more than seven times seventeen.<br \/>See what muscles this gentle Priest has,<br \/>what a powerful collar, what a broad bosom!<br \/>Doesn&#039;t it look like he has hawk eyes?<br \/>No need to dye its color<br \/>Brazilian wood or grain from Portugal<sup id=\"cite_ref-26\"><\/sup>.<br \/>4650Or, messire, bien vous vienne pour votre conte.\u00a0\u00bb<br \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 When our host, dear friend,<br \/>to another addressed, as you will hear.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Breton Mythology Wiki Geoffrey Chaucer is an English writer and poet born in London in the 1340s and died\u2026 <\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":96,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-14674","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/14674","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14674"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/14674\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25249,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/14674\/revisions\/25249"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/96"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14674"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}