XXXIII.

And that the very truth it is which I
Now say-in such belief I'll live and die;
And Cuckoo, do thou so, by my advice.
Then, quoth she, let me never hope for bliss,
If with that counsel I do e'er comply.

XXXIV.

165

Good Nightingale! thou speakest wondrous fair,

Yet for all that, the truth is found elsewhere;
For Love in young folk is but rage, I wis;
And Love in old folk a great dotage is ;
Who most it useth, him 'twill most impair. 170

XXXV.

For thereof come all contraries to gladness; Thence sickness comes, and overwhelming sad

ness,

Mistrust and jealousy, despite, debate,
Dishonour, shame, envy importunate,
Pride, anger, mischief, poverty, and madness.

XXXVI.

Loving is aye an office of despair,

And one thing is therein which is not fair;
For whoso gets of love a little bliss,
Unless it alway stay with him, I wis
He may full soon go with an old man's hair.

XXXVII.

174

179

And, therefore, Nightingale! do thou keep

nigh,

For trust me well, in spite of thy quaint cry,
If long time from thy mate thou be, or far,
Thou 'lt be as others that forsaken are;
Then shalt thou raise a clamour as do I.

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XXXVIII.

Fie, quoth she, on thy name, Bird ill beseen!
The God of Love afflict thee with all teen,
For thou art worse than mad a thousand fold;
For many a one hath virtues manifold, 189
Who had been nought, if Love had never been.

XXXIX.

For evermore his servants Love amendeth, And he from every blemish them defendeth ; And maketh them to burn, as in a fire,

In loyalty, and worshipful desire,

And, when it likes him, joy enough them sendeth.

XL.

Thou Nightingale! the Cuckoo said, be still, For Love no reason hath but his own will; For to th' untrue he oft gives ease and joy; True lovers doth so bitterly annoy,

195

199

He lets them perish through that grievous ill.

XLI.

With such a master would I never be ;'

For he, in sooth, is blind, and may not see,

And knows not when he hurts and when he

heals;

Within this court full seldom Truth avails,
So diverse in his wilfulness is he.

XLII.

205

Then of the Nightingale did I take note,
How from her inmost heart a sigh she brought,
And said, Alas! that ever I was born,
Not one word have I now, I am so forlorn,—
And with that word, she into tears burst out. 210

1 From a manuscript in the Bodleian, as are also stanzas 44 and 45, which are necessary to complete the sense.

XLIII.

Alas, alas! my very heart will break,
Quoth she, to hear this churlish bird thus speak
Of Love, and of his holy services;

Now, God of Love! thou help me in some wise,

That vengeance on this Cuckoo I may wreak. 215

XLIV.

And so methought I started up anon,
And to the brook I ran and got a stone,
Which at the Cuckoo hardily I cast,
And he for dread did fly away full fast;
And glad, in sooth, was I when he was gone. 220

XLV.

And as he flew, the Cuckoo, ever and aye,
Kept crying, "Farewell!-farewell, Popinjay!"
As if in scornful mockery of me;

And on I hunted him from tree to tree,
Till he was far, all out of sight, away.

XLVI.

225

Then straightway came the Nightingale to me, And said, Forsooth, my friend, do I thank thee, That thou wert near to rescue me; and now, Unto the God of Love I make a vow,

That all this May I will thy songstress be. 230

XLVII.

Well satisfied, I thanked her, and she said,
By this mishap no longer be dismayed,
Though thou the Cuckoo heard, ere thou
heard'st me

Yet if I live it shall amended be,

When next May comes, if I am not afraid. 235

XLVIII.

And one thing will I counsel thee alsò,
The Cuckoo trust not thou, nor his Love's saw;
All that she said is an outrageous lie.

Nay, nothing shall me bring thereto, quoth I,
For Love, and it hath done me mighty woe. 240

XLIX.

Yea, hath it? use, quoth she, this medicine;
This May-time, every day before thou dine,
Go look on the fresh daisy; then say I,
Although for pain thou may'st be like to die,
Thou wilt be eased, and less wilt droop and
pine.

L.

245

And mind always that thou be good and true,
And I will sing one song, of many new,
For love of thee, as loud as I may cry ;
And then did she begin this song full high,
'Beshrew all them that are in love untrue."

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LI.

And soon as she had sung it to the end,
Now farewell, quoth she, for I hence must

wend;

And, God of Love, that can right well and

may,

Send unto thee as mickle joy this day,

As ever he to Lover yet did send.

LII.

Thus takes the Nightingale her leave of me; pray to God with her always to be,

I

And joy of love to send her evermore;

And shield us from the Cuckoo and her lore, For there is not so false a bird as she.

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260

LIII.

Forth then she flew, the gentle Nightingale, To all the Birds that lodged within that dale, And gathered each and all into one place; And them besought to hear her doleful case, And thus it was that she began her tale.

265

LIV.

The Cuckoo-'tis not well that I should hide
How she and I did each the other chide,
And without ceasing, since it was daylight;
And now I pray you all to do me right

Of that false Bird whom Love can not abide. 270

LV.

Then spake one Bird, and full assent all gave;
This matter asketh counsel good as grave,
For birds we are all here together brought;
And, in good sooth, the Cuckoo here is not;
And therefore we a Parliament will have.

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LVI.

And thereat shall the Eagle be our Lord,
And other Peers whose names are on record;
A summons to the Cuckoo shall be sent,
And judgment there be given; or that intent
Failing, we finally shall make accord.

LVII.

And all this shall be done without a nay,
The morrow after Saint Valentine's day,
Under a maple that is well beseen,
Before the chamber-window of the Queen,

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At Woodstock, on the meadow green and

gay.

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