Passus sextus de visione vt supra
This were a wikkede wey . but who-so hadde a gyde
That wolde folwen vs ech a foot . þus þis folk hem mened
¶ Quod Perkyn þe Plowman . by Seint Peter of Rome
I haue an half acre to erie . by þe heiȝe weye
Hadde I eryed þis half acre . and sowen it after
I wolde wende wiþ yow . and þe wey teche
¶ This were a long lettyng . quod a lady in a Scleyre
What sholde we wommen . werche þe while
¶ Somme shul sowe þe sak quod Piers . for shedyng of þe whete
And ye louely ladies . wiþ youre longe fyngres
That ye haue silk and Sandel . to sowe whan tyme is
Chesibles for Chapeleyns . chirches to honoure
¶ Wyues and widewes . wolle and flex spynneþ
Makeþ cloþ I counseille yow . and kenneþ so youre douȝtres
The nedy and þe naked . nymeþ hede how þei liggeþ
And casteþ hem cloþes . for so comaundeþ truþe
For I shal lenen hem liflode . but if þe lond faille
Flessh and breed boþe . to riche and to poore
As longe as I lyue . for þe lordes loue of heuene
And alle manere of men . þat þoruȝ mete and drynke libbeþ
Helpeþ hym to werche wiȝtliche . þat wynneþ youre foode
¶ By crist quod a knyȝt þoo . he kenneþ vs þe beste
Ac on þe teme trewely . tauȝt was I neuere
But kenne me quod þe knyȝt . and by crist I wole assaye
¶ By Seint Poul quod Perkyn . ye profre yow so faire
That I shal swynke and swete . and sowe for vs boþe
And oþere labours do for þi loue . al my lif-tyme
In couenaunt þat þow kepe . holy kirke and my-selue
Fro wastours and fro wikked men . þat þis world destruyeþ
And go hunte hardiliche . to hares and to foxes
To bores and to brokkes . þat breken doun myne hegges
And soT affaite þi faucons . wilde foweles to kille
For swiche comeþ to my croft . and croppeþ my whete
¶ Curteisly þe knyȝt þanne . comsed þise wordes
By my power Piers quod he . I pliȝte þee my trouþe
To fulfille þis forward . þouȝ I fiȝte sholde
Als longe as I lyue . I shal þee mayntene
¶ Ye and yet a point quod Piers . I preye yow of moore
Loke ye tene no tenaunt . but truþe wole assente
And þouȝ ye mowe amercy hem . lat mercy be taxour
And mekenesse þi maister . maugree Medes chekes
And þouȝ pouere men profre yow . presentes and ȝiftes
Nyme it noȝt an auenture . ye mowe it noȝt deserue
For þow shalt yelde it ayein . at one yeres tymeT
In a ful perilous place . Purgatorie it hatte
¶ And mysbede noȝt þi bonde-men . þe bettre may þow spede
Thouȝ he be þyn vnderlyng here . wel may happe in heuene
That he worþ worþier set . and wiþ moore blisse
Amice ascende superius
For in Charnel at chirche . cherles ben yuel to knowe
Or a knyȝt from a knaue þere . knowe þis in þyn herte
But if þei ben of wisdom or of wit . þi werkmen to chaste
Hold wiþ none harlotes . ne here noȝt hir tales N
And namely at þe mete . swiche men eschuwe N
For it ben þe deueles disours . I do þe to vnderstonde N
¶ I assente by Seint Iame . seide þe knyȝt þanne
For to werche by þi wordes . þe while my lif dureþ
¶ And I shal apparaille me quod Perkyn . in pilgrymes wise
And wende wiþ yow I wile . til we fynde truþe
And caste on my cloþes . yclouted and hole
My cokeres and my coffes . for cold of my nailes
And hange myn hoper at myn hals . in stede of a Scryppe
A busshel of bred-corn . brynge me þer-Inne
For I wol sowe it my-self . and siþenes wol I wende
To pilgrymage as palmeres doon . pardon for to haue
And who-so helpeþ me to erie . and sowen here er I wende
Shal haue leue by oure lord . to lese here in heruest
And make hem murie þer-myd . maugree who-so bigruccheþ it
And alle kynne crafty men . þat konne lyuen in truþe
I shal fynden hem fode . þat feiþfulliche libbeþ
¶ Saue IaggeT þe Iogelour . and Ionette of þe Stuwes
And danyel þe dees pleyere . and Denote þe baude
And frere þe faitour . and folk of hireT ordre
And Robyn þe Ribaudour . for hise rusty wordes
Truþe tolde me ones . and bad me telle it after
Deleantur de libro viuencium . I sholde noȝt dele wiþ hem
For holy chirche is hote of hem . no tiþe to take
Quia cum iustis non scribantur
They ben ascaped good auenture . god hem amende
¶ Dame werch whan tyme is . Piers wif hiȝte
¶ His douȝter hiȝte do riȝt so . or þi dame shal þee bete
His sone hiȝte Suffre þi Souereyns . to hauen hir wille
Deme hem noȝt for if þow doost . þow shalt it deere abugge
Lat god yworþe wiþ al . for so his word techeþ
For now I am old and hoor . and haue of myn owene
To penaunce and to pilgrimage . I wol passe wiþ þise oþere
¶ For-þi I wole er I wende . do write my biqueste
In dei nomine amen . I make it my-selue
He shal haue my soule . þat best haþ deserued it
And fro þe fend it defende . for so I bileue
Til I come to hise acountes . as my Credo me telleþ
To haue a relees and a remission . on þat rental I leue
¶ The kirke shal haue my caroyne . and kepe my bones
For of my corn and catel . she craued þe tiþe
For-þi is he holden I hope . to haue me in his masse
And mengen in his memorie . amonges alle cristene
¶ My wif shal haue of þat I wan . wiþ truþe and namoore
And dele among my douȝtres . and my deere children
For þouȝ I deye to-day . my dettes are quyte
I bar hom þat I borwed . er I to bedde yede
¶ And wiþ þe residue and þe remenaunt . by þe Rode of Lukes
I wol worshipe þer-wiþ . truþe by my lyue
And ben his pilgrym atte plow . for pouere mennes sake
My plowfoot shal be my pikstaf . and picche atwo þe rotes
And helpe my cultour to kerue . and clense þe furwes
¶ Now is Perkyn and hise pilgrimes . to þe plow faren
To erie þis half acre . holpen hym manye
Dikeres and Delueres . digged vp þe balkes
Ther-wiþ was Perkyn apayed . and preised hem faste
¶ Oþere werkmen þer were . þat wroȝten ful yerne
Ech man in his manere . made hym-self to doone
And somme to plese Perkyn . piked vp þe wedes
¶ At heiȝ prime Piers . leet þe plowȝ stonde
To ouersen hem hym-self . and who-so best wroȝte
He sholde be hired þer-after . whan heruest tyme come
¶ And þanne seten somme . and songen atte Nale
And holpen ere þisT half acre . wiþ how trolly lolly
¶ Now by þe peril of my soule quod Piers . al in pure tene
But ye arise þe raþer . and rape yow to werche
Shal no greyn þat groweþ . glade yow at nede
And þouȝ ye deye for doel . þe deuel haue þat reccheþ
¶ Tho were faitours afered . and feyned hem blynde
Somme leide hir legges aliry . as swiche losels konneþ
And made hir mone to Piers . and preide hym of grace
For we haue no lymes to laboure with . lord ygraced be þe
Ac we preie for yow Piers . and for youre plowȝ boþe
That god of his grace . youre greyn multiplie
And yelde yow for youre Almesse . þat ye ȝyue vs here
For we may noȝt swynke ne swete . swich siknesse vs eyleþ
¶ If it be sooþ quod Piers þat ye seyn . I shal it soone aspie
Ye ben wastours I woot wel . and truþe woot þe soþe
And I am his olde hyne . and hiȝte hym to warne
Whiche þei were in þis world . hise werkmen apeired
Ye wasten þat men wynnen . wiþ trauaille and wiþ tene
Ac truþe shal teche yow . his teme to dryue
Or ye shul eten barly breed . and of þe broke drynke
¶ But if he be blynd or brokelegged . or bolted wiþ Irens
He shal ete whete breed . and drynke wiþ my-selue
Til god of his goodnesse . amendement hym sende
Ac ye myȝte trauaille as truþe wolde . and take mete and hyre
To kepe kyen in þe feld . þe corn fro þe beestes
Diken or deluen . or dyngen vp-on sheues
Or helpe make morter . or bere Muk a-feld
¶ In lecherie and in losengerie ye lyuen and in Sleuþe
And al is þoruȝ suffraunce . þat vengeaunce yow ne takeþ
¶ Ac Ancres and heremites . þat eten noȝt but at Nones
And namoore er þe morwe . myn almesse shul þei haue
And of catel to kepe hem wiþ . þat han Cloistres and chirches
¶ Ac Robert Renaboute . shal noȝt haue of myne
Ne Postles but þei preche konne . and haue power of þe bisshop
Thei shul haue payn and potage . and make hem-self atese / at ese
C For it is an vnresonable Religion . þat haþ riȝt noȝt of certein
¶ And þanne gan wastour to wraþen hym . and wolde haue yfouȝte
And to Piers þe Plowman . he profrede his gloue
And bad hym go pissen with his plowȝ . forpynede sherewe
Wiltow or neltow . we wol haue oure wille
Of þi flour and of þi flessh . fecche whanne vs likeþ
And maken vs murye þer-myde . maugree þi chekes
¶ Thanne Piers þe Plowman . pleyned hym to þe knyȝte
To kepen hym as couenaunt was . fro cursede sherewes
And fro þise wastours wolueskynnes . þat makeþ þe world deere
For þo wasten and wynnen noȝt . and þat ilke while
Worþ neuere plentee among þe peple . þe while my plowȝ liggeþ
¶ Curteisly þe knyȝt þanne . as his kynde wolde
Warnede wastour . and wissed hym bettre
Or þow shalt abigge by þe lawe . by þe ordre þat I bere
¶ I was noȝt wont to werche quod wastour . and now wol I noȝt bigynne
And leet liȝt of þe lawe . and lasse of þe knyȝte
And sette Piers at a pese . and his plowȝ boþe
And manaced Piers and his men . if þei mette eftsoone
¶ Now by þe peril of my soule quod Piers . I shal apeire yow alle
And houped after hunger . þat herde hym at þe firste
Awreke me of þise wastours quod he . þat þis world shendeþ
¶ Hunger in haste þoo . hente wastour by þe wombeT
And wrong hym so by þe wombe . þat boþe hise eiȝen watrede
¶ He buffetted þe Bretoner . aboute þe chekes
That he loked lik a lanterne . al his lif after
He bette hem so boþe . he brast ner hire guttes
Ne hadde Piers wiþ a pese loof . preyed hunger to cesse
They hadde be doluen . ne deme þow noon ooþer
¶ Suffre hem lyue he seide . and lat hem ete wiþ hogges
Or ellis benes orT bren . ybaken togideres
Or ellis melk and mene ale . þus preied Piers for hem
¶ Faitours for fere her-of . flowen in-to Bernes
And flapten on wiþ flailes . fro morwe til euen
That hunger was noȝt so hardy . on hem for to loke
For a potful of peses . þat Piers hadde ymaked
¶ An heep of heremytes . henten hem spades
And kitten hir copes . and courtepies hem maked
And wente as werkmen . wiþ spades and wiþ shoueles
And doluen and dikeden . to dryue awey hunger
¶ Blynde and bedreden . were bootned a þousand
That seten to begge siluer . soone were þei heeled
For þat was bake for bayard . was boote for many hungry
And many a beggere for benes . buxum was to swynke
And ech a pouere man wel apaied . to haue pesen for his hyre
And what Piers preide hem to do . as prest as a Sperhauk
And þer-of was Piers proud . and putte hem to werke
And yaf hem mete as he myȝte aforþe . and mesurable hyre
¶ Thanne hadde Piers pite . and preide hunger to wende
Hoom vn-to his owene yerd . and holden hym þere
For I am wel awroke . of wastours þoruȝ þy myȝte
Ac I preie þee er þow passe . quod Piers to hunger
Of beggeris and of bidderis . what best be to doone
For I woot wel be þow went . þei wol werche ful ille
For meschief it makeþ . þei be so meke nouþe
And for defaute of hire foode . þis folk is at my wille
¶ Thei are my blody breþeren quod Piers . for god bouȝte vs alle
Truþe tauȝte me ones . to louen hem echone
And to helpen hem of alle þyng . ay as hem nedeþ
And now wolde I wite of þee . what were þe beste
And how I myȝte amaistren hem . and make hem to werche
¶ Here now quod hunger . and hoold it for a wisdom .
Bolde beggeris and bigge . þat mowe hir breed biswynke
Wiþ houndes breed and horse-breed . hoold vp hir hertes
Abate hem wiþ benes . for bollynge of hir wombes
And if þe gomes grucche . bidde hem go swynke
And he shal soupe swetter . whan he it haþ deserued
¶ And if þow fynde any freke . þat Fortune haþ apeired
Or any manere false men . fonde þow swiche to knowe
Conforte hym wiþ þi catel . for cristes loue of heuene
Loue hem and lene hem . so lawe of god techeþ
Alter alterius onera portate
¶ And alle manere of men . þat þow myȝt aspie
That nedy ben and nouȝty . help hem wiþ þi goodes
Loue hem and lakke hem noȝt . lat god take þe vengeaunce
Theiȝ þei doon yuele . lat god yworþe
Michi vindictam & ego retribuam
¶ And if þow wilt be gracious to god . do as þe gospel techeþ
And biloue þee amonges lewed men . so shaltow lacche grace
Facite vosT amicos de mammona iniquitatis
¶ I wolde noȝt greue god quod Piers . for al þe good on grounde
Miȝte I synnelees do as þow seist . seide Piers þanne
¶ Ye I bihote þee quod hunger . or ellis þe bible lieþ
Go to Genesis þe geaunt . þe engendrour of vs alle
In sudore and swynk . þow shalt þi mete tilie
And laboure for þi liflode . and so oure lord hiȝte
And Sapience seiþ þe same . I seiȝ it in þe bible
Piger pro frigore . no feeld nolde tilie
And þer-fore he shal begge and bidde . and no man bete his hunger
¶ Mathew wiþ mannes face . mouþed þise wordes
He hadde maugree of his maister . euere-moore after
And bynam hym his Mnam . for he ne wolde werche
And yaf þat Mnam to hym . þat ten Mnames hadde
And wiþ þat he seide . þat holy chirche it herde
He þat haþ shal haue . and helpe þere it nedeþ N
And he þat noȝt haþ shal noȝt haue . and no man hym helpe N
And þat he weneþ wel to haue . I wole it hym bireue
Kynde wit wolde . þat ech a wiȝt wroȝte
Or in dikynge or in deluynge . or trauaillynge in preieres
Contemplatif lif or Actif lif . crist wolde þei wroȝte
The Sauter seiþ in þe psalme . of Beati omnes
The freke þat fedeþ hym-self . wiþ his feiþful labour
He is blessed by þe book . in body and in soule
Labores manuum tuarum &c
¶ Yet I preie yow quod Piers . par charite and ye konne
Any leef of lechecraft . lere it me my deere
For some of my seruauntz . and my-self boþe
Of al a wike werche noȝt . so oure wombe akeþ
¶ I woot wel quod hunger . what siknesse yow eyleþ
Ye han manged ouer-muche . and þat makeþ yow grone
Ac I hote þee quod hunger . as þow þyn hele wilnest
Ete noȝt I hote þee . er hunger þee take N
And sende þee of his Sauce . to sauore wiþ þi lippes N
And keep som til soper tyme . and sitte noȝt to longe N
And rys vp er Appetit . haue eten his fille N
Lat noȝt sire Surfet . sitten at þi borde N
Leue hym noȝt for he is lecherous . and likerous of tunge N
And after many maner metes . his mawe is afyngred N
That Phisik shal hise furred hodes . for his fode selle
And his cloke of Calabre . wiþ alle þe knappes of golde
And be fayn by my feiþ . his Phisik to lete
And lerne to laboure wiþ lond . for liflode is swete N
For murþereris are manye leches . lord hem amende
They do men deye þoruȝ hir drynkes . er destynee it wolde
By Seint Poul quod Piers . þise arn profitable wordes
Wend now hunger whan þow wolt . þat wel be þow euere
For þis is a louely lesson . lord it þee foryelde
¶ Bihote god quod hunger . hennes ne wole I wende
Til I haue dyned bi þis day . and ydronke boþe
¶ I haue no peny quod Piers . pulettes to bugge
Ne neiþer gees ne grys . but two grene cheses
A fewe cruddes and creme . and an hauer cake
And two loues of benes and bran . ybake for my fauntes
And yet I seye by my soule . I haue no salt bacon
Ne no cokeney by crist . coloppes for to maken
¶ Ac I haue percile and porettes . and manye cole plauntes
And ek a cow and a calf . and a cart mare N
To drawe a-feld my donge . þe while þe droȝte lasteþ
And by þis liflode we mote lyue . til lammesse tyme
And by þat I hope to haue . heruest in my crofte
And þanne may I diȝte þi dyner . as me deere likeþ
¶ Al þe pouere peple þo . pescoddes fetten
Benes and baken apples . þei broȝte in hir lappes
Chibolles and Cheruelles . and ripe chiries manye
And profrede Piers þis present . to plese wiþ hunger
¶ Al hunger eet in haste . and axed after moore
Thanne pouere folk for fere . fedden hunger yerne
Wiþ grene poret and pesen . to poisone hym þei þoȝte
By þat it neȝed neer heruest . & newe corn cam to chepyng
Thanne was folk fayn . and fedde hunger wiþ þe beste
Wiþ good Ale as Gloton taȝte . and garte hunger go slepe
¶ And þo wolde wastour noȝt werche . but wandren aboute
Ne no beggere ete breed . þat benes Inne were
But of Coket and cler-matyn . or ellis of clene whete
Ne noon halfpeny ale . in none wise drynke
But of þe beste and of þe brunneste . þat in Burgh is to selle
And but if he be heiȝliche hyred . ellis wole he chide N
And þat he was werkman wroȝt . waille þe tyme N
Ayeins Catons counseil . comseþ he to Iangle N
¶ Paupertatis onus pacienter ferre memento
¶ He greueþ hym ageyn god . and gruccheþ ageyn Reson
And þanne corseþ he þe kyng . and al his counseil after
Swiche lawes to loke . laborers to greue
Ac whiles hunger was hir maister . þer wolde noon of hem chide
Ne stryuen ayeins his statut . so sterneliche he loked
¶ Ac I warne yow werkmen . wynneþ whil ye mowe
For hunger hiderward . hasteþ hym faste
He shal awake wiþ water . wastours to chaste
Er fyue be fulfilled . swich famyn shal aryse
Thoruȝ flodes and þoruȝ foule wedres . fruytes shul faille
And so seide Saturne . and sente yow to warne
Truþe herde telle