XXXVIII. [Fol. 112, ro.] Femmes à la pye en maners e en mours; Escotez que vus dye, yl tienent en amours. La pie de costume Porte penne e plume de divers colours; E femme se delite En estraunge habite, de divers atours. La pie ad longe cowe pur la pesauncie; E femme fet la sowe Plus long que nule cowe de poun ou de pye. La pie est jangleresse, de mostrer où ele est ; E la femme pur son us, D'assez jangle plus; issi nature crest. Par jangle de la pie de gopyl e de chat; Femme par parole Meynt honme afole, e ly rend tot mat. Vus troverez la pye que ele se garde bien; quar ele ne doute rien. La pie en arbre haut prent soun repos; E femme velt reposer En hautesse de cuer, e de syre los. La pie quant ele greve, e l'enchace de ly; E femme de grant cuer, fet autresy. Pur icele gyse, Je lou que um se avyse, avaunt qu'il soit mary. E nequedent la pye de quel part s'en va; E la femme auxi Espie son mary, La pie par yre Les gardyns empire, par braunche debruser; E en femme corocée Rien serra celée, quant ele se puet venger. Hom dit que la pie En sa nature crye, il nus viegnent gestes; E la femme puet dire A soun mary, “syre, par moi averez blestes." La pie siet musser, E la femme se purveit, dount ert sustenu. Bie[n] dust la pie, à femme estre chere; Puis qe lur vie Par tiele compagnie acordent en manere. XXXIX. [Fol. 114, Vo.] MON in the mone stond ant strit, on is bot forke is burthen he bereth ; Hit is muche wonder that he nadoun slyt, for doute leste he valle he shoddreth ant shereth. When the forst freseth, muche chele he byd; the thornes beth kene, is hattren to-tereth; Nis no wytht in the world that wot wen he syt, ne, bote hit bue the hegge, whet wedes he wereth. Whider trowe this mon ha the wey take, he hath set his o fot is other to-foren; For non hithte that he hath ne sytht me hym ner shake, he is the sloweste mon that ever wes y-boren; Wher he were othe feld pycchynde stake, for hope of ys thornes to dutten is doren, He mot myd is twy-byl other trous make, other al is dayes werk ther were y-loren. This ilke mon upon heh when er he were, wher he were ythe mone boren ant y-fed, He leneth on is forke ase a grey frere, this crokede caynard sore he is a-dred; Hit is mony day go that he was here, ichot of is ernde he nath nout y-sped. He hath hewe sum wher a burthen of brere, tharefore sum hay-ward hath taken ys wed. 3ef thy wed ys y-take, bring hom the trous, sete forth thyn other fot, stryd over sty; We shule preye the hay-wart hom to ur hous, ant maken hym at heyse for the maystry; Drynke to hym deorly of fol god bous, ant oure dame douse shal sitten hym by, When that he is dronke ase a dreynt mous, thenne we shule borewe the wed ate bayly. This mon hereth me nout, thah ich to hym crye; ichot the cherl is def, the Del hym to-drawe! Thah ich zeze upon heth nulle nout hye. the lostlase ladde con nout o lawe. Hupe forth, Hubert, hosede pye, ichot thart a-marstled in to the mawe. Thah me teone with hym that myn teh mye, the cherld nul nout a-doun er the day dawe. XL. [Fol. 128, ro.] LUTEL Wot hit anymon, how love hym haveth y-bounde, That for us othe rode ron, ant bohte us with is wounde. The love of him us haveth y-maked sounde, Ant y-cast the grimly gost to grounde; Ever ant oo, nyht ant day, he haveth us in is thohte, He nul nout leose that he so deore bohte. |