But what are those, said I, the unconquer'd nine, Who, crown'd with laurel-wreaths, in golden armour shine? And who the knights in green, and what the train These, as you see, ride foremost in the field, } Their temples wreathed with leaves, that still renew, For deathless laurel is the victor's due. Who bear the bows were knights in Arthur's reign, Twelve they, and twelve the peers of Charlemain; For bows the strength of brawny arms imply, Emblems of valour, and of victory.t * The common list of the nine worthies comprehends-Hector, Pompey, and Alexander, Pagans; Joshua, David, and Judas Machabeus, Jews; and Arthur, Charlemagne, and Godfrey of Boulogne, Christians. But it is sometimes varied. t This is a mistake of Dryden, who was misled by the spelling of the old English. Chaucer talks of boughs, not of bows; and says simply, And tho that barin bowes in their hand, Of the precious lawrier so notable. This refers to the description of the knights at their entrance, which Dryden has rightly rendered: Some in their hands, besides the lance and shield, Of palm, of laurel, or of cerrial oak. The bow, though the youth trained to chivalry were taught to Behold an order yet of newer date, Doubling their number, equal in their state; And more of worth than all the world can buy.— The men inglorious knights, the ladies all untrue; These, and their mates, enjoy the present hour, From good to better they should urge their way. use it, made no part of a knight's proper weapons. But it is curious how Dryden, having fallen into an error, finds out a reason for his false reading, by alleging, that the bows were borne as an emblem of strength of arm, valour, and victory. [Since this note was written, I observe, that the ingenious Dr Aikin has anticipated my observation.] For this with golden spurs the chiefs are graced, With pointed rowels arm'd, to mend their haste For this with lasting leaves their brows are bound; For laurel is the sign of labour crown'd, Which bears the bitter blast, nor shaken falls to ground: From winter winds it suffers no decay, For ever fresh and fair, and every month is May. With humble words, the wisest I could frame, We parted thus; I homeward sped my way, Bewilder'd in the wood till dawn of day; And met the merry crew, who danced about the May. Then late refresh'd with sleep, I rose to write Blush, as thou may'st, my little book, for shame, THE WIFE OF BATH. THE original of this tale should probably be sought in some ancient metrical romance. At least, we know, that there exists a ballad connected with the Round Table romances, entitled "The Marriage of Sir Gawain," which seems to have been taken, not from Chaucer, but some more ancient and romantic legend. Gower also had seized upon this subject, and wrought it into the tale, entitled "Florent," which is the most pleasing in his dull Confessio Amantis. But what was a mere legendary tale of wonder in the rhyme of the minstrel, and a vehicle for trite morality in that of Gower, in the verse of Chaucer reminds us of the resurrection of a skeleton, reinvested by miracle with flesh, complexion, and powers of life and motion. Of all Chaucer's multifarious powers, none is more wonderful than the humour, with which he touched upon natural frailty, and the truth with which he describes the inward feelings of the human heart; at a time when all around were employed in composing romantic legends, in which the real character of their heroes was as effectually disguised by the stiffness of their manners, as their shapes by the sharp angles and unnatural projections of their plate ar mour. Dryden, who probably did not like the story worse, that it contained a passing satire against priests and women, has bestowed considerable pains upon his version. It is, perhaps, not to be regretted, that he left the Prologue to Pope, who has drawn a veil over the coarse nakedness of Father Chaucer. The tale is characteristically placed by the original author, in the mouth of the buxom Wife of Bath, whose mode of governing her different husbands is so ludicrously described in the Prologue. |