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With silent step he went across the street Unto a smith whom men called Dan Jarvis, Who in his smithy forged plow parts, that is He sharpened shares and coulters busily. This Absalom he knocked all easily, And said: "Unbar here, Jarvis, for I come." "What! Who are you?" The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 77"It's I, it's Absalom." "What! Absalom! For Jesus Christ's sweet tree, Why are you up so early? Ben'cite! What ails you now, man? Some gay girl, God knows, Has brought you on the jump to my bellows; By Saint Neot, you know well what I mean." This Absalom cared not a single bean For all this play, nor one word back he gave; He'd more tow on his distaff, had this knave, Than Jarvis knew, and said he: "Friend so dear, This redhot coulter in the fireplace here, Lend it to me, I have a need for it, And I'll return it after just a bit." Jarvis replied: "Certainly, were it gold Or a purse filled with yellow coins untold, Yet should you have it, as I am true smith; But eh, Christ's foe! What will you do therewith?" "Let that," said Absalom, "be as it may; I'll tell you all tomorrow, when it's day" And caught the coulter then by the cold steel And softly from the smithy door did steal And went again up to the woodwright's wall. He coughed at first, and then he knocked withal Upon the window, as before, with care. This Alison replied: "Now who is there? And who knocks so? I'll warrant it's a thief." "Why no," quoth he, "God knows, my sweet roseleaf, I am your Absalom, my own darling! Of gold," quoth he, "I have brought you a ring; My mother gave it me, as I'll be saved; Fine gold it is, and it is well engraved; This will I give you for another kiss." This Nicholas had risen for a piss, And thought that it would carry on the jape To have his arse kissed by this jackanape. And so he opened window hastily,

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And put his arse out thereat, quietly, Over the buttocks, showing the whole bum; And thereto said this clerk, this Absalom, "O speak, sweet bird, I know not where thou art." This Nicholas just then let fly a fart As loud as it had been a thunderclap, And wellnigh blinded Absalom, poor chap; But he was ready with his iron hot And Nicholas right in the arse he got. Off went the skin a hand'sbreadth broad, about, The coulter burned his bottom so, throughout, That for the pain he thought that he should die. And like one mad he started in to cry, "Help! Water! Water! For God's dear heart!" This carpenter out of his sleep did start, The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 78Hearing that "Water!" cried as madman would, And thought, "Alas, now comes down Noel's flood!" He struggled up without another word And with his axe he cut in two the cord, And down went all; he did not stop to trade In bread or ale till he'd the journey made, And there upon the floor he swooning lay. Up started Alison and Nicholay And shouted "Help!" and "Hello!" down the street. The neighbours, great and small, with hastening feet Swarmed in the house to stare upon this man, Who lay yet swooning, and all pale and wan; For in the falling he had smashed his arm. He had to suffer, too, another harm, For when he spoke he was at once borne down By clever Nicholas and Alison. For they told everyone that he was odd; He was so much afraid of "Noel's" flood, Through fantasy, that out of vanity He'd gone and bought these kneadingtubs, all three, And that he'd hung them near the roof above; And that he had prayed them, for God's dear love, To sit with him and bear him company. The people laughed at all this fantasy; Up to the roof they looked, and there did gape, And so turned all his injury to a jape. For when this carpenter got in a word, 'Twas all in vain, no man his reasons heard; With oaths imprenive he was so sworn down, That he was held for mad by all the town; For every clerk did side with every other. They said: "The man is crazy, my dear brother." And everyone did laugh at all this strife. Thus futtered was the carpenter's goodwife, For all his watching and his jealousy; And Absalom has kissed her nether eye; And Nicholas is branded on the butt. This tale is done, and God save all the rout! HERE ENDS THE MILLER'S TALE THE REEVE'S PROLOGUE When folk had laughed their fill at this nice pass Of Absalom and clever Nicholas, Then divers folk diversely had their say; And most of them were well amused and gay, The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 79Nor at this tale did I see one man grieve, Save it were only old Oswald the reeve, Because he was a carpenter by craft. A little anger in his heart was left, And he began to grouse and blame a bit. "S' help me," said he, "full well could I be quit With blearing of a haughty miller's eye, If I but chose to speak of ribaldry. But I am old; I will not play, for age; Grass time is done, my fodder is rummage, This white top advertises my old years, My heart, too, is as mouldy as my hairs, Unless I fare like medlar, all perverse. For that fruit's never ripe until it's worse, And falls among the refuse or in straw. We ancient men, I fear, obey this law: Until we're rotten, we cannot be ripe; We dance, indeed, the while the world will pipe. liesire sticks in our nature like a nail To have, if hoary head, a verdant tail, As has the leek; for though our strength be gone, Our wish is yet for folly till life's done. For when we may not act, then will we speak; Yet in our ashes is there fire to reek "Four embers have we, which I shall confess: Boasting and lying, anger, covetousness; These four remaining sparks belong to eld. Our ancient limbs may well be hard to wield, But lust will never fail us, that is truth. And yet I have had always a colt's tooth, As many years as now are past and done Since first my tap of life began to run.

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