song and legend from the middle ages-第5部分

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Now；　said　the　king；　I　am　sure　at　this　quest　of　the　Sancgreal　shall　all　ye　of　the　Table　Round　depart；　and　never　shall　I　see　you　again　whole　together；　therefore　I　will　see　you　all　whole　together　in　the　meadow　of　Camelot；　to　just　and　to　tourney；　that　after　your　death　men　may　speak　of　it；　that　such　good　knights　were　wholly　together　such　a　day。　As　unto　that　council；　and　at　the　king's　request；　they　accorded　ill；　and　took　on　their　harness　that　longed　unto　justing。　But　all　this　moving　of　the　king　was　for　this　intent；　for　to　see　Galahad　proved；　for　the　king　deemed　he　should　not　lightly　come　again　unto　the　court　after　his　departing。　So　were　they　assembled　in　the　meadow；　both　more　and　less。　Then　Sir　Galahad；　by　the　prayer　of　the　king　and　the　queen；　did　upon　him　a　noble　jesserance；　and　also　he　did　on　his　helm；　but　shield　would　he　take　none　for　no　prayer　of　the　king。　And　then　Sir　Gawaine　and　other　knights　prayed　him　to　take　a　spear。　Right　so　he　did；　and　the　queen　was　in　a　tower　with　all　her　ladies　for　to　behold　that　tournament。　Then　Sir　Galahad　dressed　him　in　the　midst　of　the　meadow；　and　began　to　break　spears　marvellously；　that　all　men　had　wonder　of　him；　for　he　there　surmounted　all　other　knights；　for　within　a　while　he　had　thrown　down　many　good　knights　of　the　Table　Round　save　twain；　that　was　Sir　Launcelot　and　Sir　Percivale。　

Book　XIII。　Chapter　7。

And　then　the　king　and　all　estates　went　home　unto　Camelot；　and　so　went　to　evensong　to　the　great　minster。　And　so　after　upon　that　to　supper；　and　every　knight　sat　in　his　own　place　as　they　were　toforehand。　Then　anon　they　heard　cracking　and　crying　of　thunder；　that　them　thought　the　place　should　all　to…　drive。　In　the　midst　of　this　blast　entered　a　sun…beam　more　clearer　by　seven　times　than　ever　they　saw　day；　and　all　they　were　alighted　of　the　grace　of　the　Holy　Ghost。　Then　began　every　knight　to　behold　other；　and　either　saw　other　by　their　seeming　fairer　than　ever　they　saw　afore。　Not　for　then　there　was　no　knight　might　speak　one　word　a　great　while；　and　so　they　looked　every　man　on　other；　as　they　had　been　dumb。　Then　there　entered　into　the　hall　the　holy　Graile　covered　with　white　samite；　but　there　was　none　might　see　it；　nor　who　bare　it。　And　there　was　all　the　hall　full　filled　with　good　odours；　and　every　knight　had　such　meats　and　drinks　as　he　best　loved　in　this　world：　and　when　the　holy　Graile　had　been　borne　through　the　hall；　then　the　holy　vessel　departed　suddenly；　that　they　wist　not　where　it　became。　Then　had　they　all　breath　to　speak。　And　then　the　king　yielded　thankings　unto　God　of　his　good　grace　that　he　had　sent　them。　Certes；　said　the　king；　we　ought　to　thank　our　Lord　Jesu　greatly；　for　that　he　hath　shewed　us　this　day　at　the　reverence　of　this　high　feast　of　Pentecost。　Now；　said　Sir　Gawaine；　we　have　been　served　this　day　of　what　meats　and　drinks　we　thought　on；　but　one　thing　beguiled　us；　we　might　not　see　the　holy　Graile；　it　was　so　preciously　covered：　wherefore　I　will　make　here　avow；　that　to…morn；　without　longer　abiding；　I　shall　labour　in　the　quest　of　the　Sancgreal；　that　I　shall　hold　me　out　a　twelvemonth　and　a　day；　or　more　if　need　be；　and　never　shall　I　return　again　unto　the　court　till　I　have　seen　it　more　openly　than　it　hath　been　seen　here；　and　if　I　may　not　speed；　I　shall　return　again　as　he　that　may　not　be　against　the　will　of　our　Lord　Jesu　Christ。　When　they　of　the　Table　Round　heard　Sir　Gawaine　say　so；　they　arose　up　the　most　party；　and　made　such　avows　as　Sir　Gawaine　had　made。

Book　XVII。　Chapter　20。

How　Galahad　and　his　fellows　were　fed　of　the　holy　Sangreal；　and　how　our　Lord　appeared　to　them；　and　other　things。　　Then　king　Pelles　and　his　son　departed。　And　therewithal　beseemed　them　that　there　came　a　man　and　four　angels　from　heaven；　clothed　in　likeness　of　a　bishop；　and　had　a　cross　in　his　hand；　and　these　four　angels　bare　him　up　in　a　chair；　and　set　him　down　before　the　table　of　silver　whereupon　the　Sancgreal　was；　and　it　seemed　that　he　had　in　midst　of　his　forehead　letters　that　said；　See　ye　here　Joseph　the　first　bishop　of　Christendom；　the　same　which　our　Lord　succoured　in　the　city　of　Sarras；　in　the　spiritual　place。　Then　the　knights　marvelled；　for　that　bishop　was　dead　more　than　three　hundred　years　tofore。　Oh　knights；　said　he；　marvel　not；　for　I　was　sometime　an　earthly　man。　With　that　they　heard　the　chamber　door　open；　and　there　they　saw　angels；　and　two　bare　candles　of　wax；　and　the　third　a　towel；　and　the　fourth　a　spear　which　bled　marvellously；　that　three　drops　fell　within　a　box　which　he　held　with　his　other　hand。　And　they　set　the　candles　upon　the　table；　and　the　third　the　towel　upon　the　vessel；　and　the　fourth；　the　holy　spear　even　upright　upon　the　vessel。　And　then　the　bishop　made　semblant　as　though　he　would　have　gone　to　the　sacring　of　the　mass。　And　then　he　took　an　ubbly；　which　was　made　in　likeness　of　bread；　and　at　the　lifting　up　there　came　a　figure　in　likeness　of　a　child；　and　the　visage　was　as　red　and　as　bright　as　any　fire；　and　smote　himself　into　the　bread；　so　that　they　all　saw　it；　that　the　bread　was　formed　of　a　fleshly　man；　and　then　he　put　it　into　the　holy　vessel　again。　And　then　he　did　that　longed　to　a　priest　to　do　to　a　mass。　And　then　he　went　to　Galahad　and　kissed　him；　and　bad　him　go　and　kiss　his　fellows；　and　so　he　did　anon。　Now；　said　he；　servants　of　Jesu　Christ；　ye　shall　be　fed　afore　this　table　with　sweet　meats；　that　never　knights　tasted。　And　when　he　had　said；　he　vanished　away；　and　they　set　them　at　the　table　in　great　dread；　and　made　their　prayers。　Then　looked　they；　and　saw　a　man　come　out　of　the　holy　vessel；　that　had　all　the　signs　of　the　passion　of　Jesu　Christ；　bleeding　all　openly；　and　said；　My　knights　and　my　servants　and　my　true　children；　which　be　come　out　of　deadly　life　into　spiritual　life；　I　will　now　no　longer　hide　me　from　you；　but　ye　shall　see　now　a　part　of　my　secrets　and　of　my　hid　things：　now　hold　and　receive　the　high　meat　which　ye　have　so　much　desired。　Then　took　he　himself　the　holy　vessel；　and　came　to　Galahad；　and　he　kneeled　down　and　there　he　received　his　Saviour；　and　after　him　so　received　all　his　fellows；　and　they　thought　it　so　sweet　that　it　was　marvellous　to　tell。　Then　said　he　to　Galahad；　Son；　wotest　thou　what　I　hold　betwixt　my　hands？　Nay；　said　he；　but　if　ye　will　tell　me。　This　is；　said　he；　the　holy　dish　wherein　I　ate　the　lamb　on　Sher…thursday。　And　now　hast　thou　seen　that　thou　most　desiredst　to　see；　but　yet　hast　thou　not　seen　it　so　openly　as　thou　shalt　see　it　in　the　city　of　Sarras；　in　the　spiritual　place。

LYRIC　POETRYFRENCH。

Lyric　poetry　sprang　up　very　early　in　Northern　France；　having　a　spontaneous　and　abundant　growth　in　the　twelfth　and　thirteenth　centuries。　Of　the　earliest　lyrics；　the　critics　distinguish　two　varieties　（l）　the　Romance；　and　（2）　the　Pastourelle。　These　are　generally　dramatic　love　stories；　full　of　gay　and　simple　life　and　extremely　artistic　and　musical　in　form。　Along　with　these　was　produced　a　vast　amount　of　simple　lyric　poetry　on　love　and　other　personal　emotions。　The　number　of　poems　written　was　immense。　About　two　hundred　names　of　poets　have　come　down　to　us；　besides　hundreds　of　anonymous　pieces。

The　Romances　and　Pastourelles　of　the　northern　trouveres　were　soon　greatly　influenced　by　the　more　artful　poetry　of　the　Provencal　troubadours；　producing　the　highly　artificial　but　charming　rondeaus　and　ballades　of　the　fourteenth　and　fifteenth　centuries。　But　the　freshest；　most　individual　work　is　that　of　the　earlier　time。

CHATELAIN　DE　COUCY。　　Thirteenth　Century。

The　first　approach　of　the　sweet　spring　　Returning　here　once　more；　The　memory　of　the　love　that　holds　　In　my　fond　heart　such　power；　The　thrush　again　his　song　assaying；　The　little　rills　o'er　pebbles　playing；　　And　sparkling　as　they　fall；　　The　memory　recall　Of　her　on　whom　my　heart's　desire　Is；　shall　be；　fixed　till　I　expire。

With　every　season　fresh　and　new　　That　love　is　more　inspiring：　Her　eyes；　her　face；　all　bright　with　joy；　　Her　coming；　her　retiring；　Her　faithful　words；　her　winning　ways；　That　sweet　look；　kindling　up　the　blaze；　　Of　love；　so　gently　still；　　To　wound；　but　not　to　kill；　So　that　when　most　I　weep　and　sigh；　So　much　the　higher　springs　my　joy。

Tr。　by　Taylor。


THIBAUT　OF　CHAMPAGNE；　KING　OF　NAVARRE。　Early　Thirteenth　Century。

Lady；　the　fates　command；　and　I　must　go；　　Leaving　the　pleasant　land　so　dear　to　me：　Here　my　heart　suffered　many　a　heavy　woe；　　But　what　is　left　to　love；　thus　leaving　thee？　Alas！　that　cruel　land　beyond　the　sea！　　Why　thus　dividing　many　a　faithful　heart；　Never　again　from　pain　and　sorrow　free；　　Never　again　to　meet；　when　thus　they　part？

I　see　not；　when　thy　presence　bright　I　leave；　　How　wealth；　or　joy；　or　peace　can　be　my　lot；　Ne'er　yet　my　spirit　found　such　cause　to　grieve　　As　now　in　leaving　thee；　and　if　thy　thought　Of　me　in　absence　should　be　sorrow…fraught；　　Oft　will　my　heart　repentant　turn　to　thee；　Dwelling　in　fruitless　wishes；　on　this　spot；　　And　all　the　gracious　words　here　said　to　me。

O　gracious　God！　to　thee　I　bend　my　knee；　　For　thy　sake　yielding　all　I　love　and　prize；　And　O；　how　mighty　must　that　influence　be；　　That　steals　me　thus　from　all　my　cherished　joys！　Here；　ready；　then；　myself　surrendering；　　Prepared　to　serve　thee；　I　submit；　and　ne'er　To　one　so　faithful　could　I　service　bring；　　　So　kind　a　master；　so　beloved　and　dear。

And　strong　my　ties；my　grief　unspeakable！　　Grief；　all　my　choicest　treasures　to　resign；　Yet　stronger　still　the　affections　that　impel　　My　heart　toward　Him；　the　God　whose　love　is　mine。　That　holy　love；　how　beautiful！　how　strong！　　Even　wisdom's　favorite　sons　take　refuge　there；　'T　is　the　redeeming　gem　that　shines　among　　　Men's　darkest　thoughts；for　ever　bright　and　fair。

Tr。　by　Taylor。


GACE　BRULE。　Thirteenth　Century。

　The　birds；　the　birds　of　mine　own　land　　　I　heard　in　Brittany；　　And　as　they　sung；　they　seemed　to　me　　The　very　same　I　heard　with　thee。　　And　if　it　were　indeed　a　dream；　　Such　thoughts　they　taught　my　soul　to　frame　　That　straight　a　plaintive　number　came；　　　Which　still　shall　be　my　song；　Till　that　reward　is　mine　which　love　hath　promised　long。

Tr。　by　Taylor。


RAOUL　DE　SOISSONS。　Thirteenth　Century。

Ah！　beauteous　maid；　　　Of　form　so　fair！　Pearl　of　the　world；　　　Beloved　and　dear！　How　does　my　spirit　eager　pine　But　once　to　press　those　lips　of　thine！　　Yes；　beauteous　maid；　　　Of　form　so　fair！　　Pearl　of　the　world；　　　Beloved　and　dear！

And　if　the　theft　　Thine　ire　awake；　A　hundred　fold　　I'd　give　it　back；　Thou　beaute