Seigneurial Poetics, or The Poacher, the Prikasour, the Hunt and Its Oeuvre

1. Seigneurial Poetics, or The Poacher, the Prikasour, the Hunt and Its Oeuvre The State of the Literary: Form After Historicism A conference in honor of Anne Middleton University of California-Berkeley April 19, 2008

4. The Parlement of the Thre Ages, ll. 593ff From BL MS Addit. 31042 (Thornton MS)

5. Hector Joshua Arthur Alexander David Charlemagne Julius Caesar Judas Maccabeus Godfrey of Bouillon The Nine Worthies

10. Jacques de Longuyon Les Voeux du Paon

16. “Ne noghte es sekire to 3oureself in certayne bot deth” (P3A 635)

22. "Hoo!" quod the Knyght, "good sire, namoore of this! That ye han seyd is right ynough, ywis, And muchel moore; for litel hevynesse Is right ynough to muche folk, I gesse. I seye for me, it is a greet disese, Whereas men han been in greet welthe and ese, To heeren of hire sodeyn fal, allas! And the contrarie is joye and greet solas, As whan a man hath been in povre estaat, And clymbeth up and wexeth fortunat, And there abideth in prosperitee. Swich thyng is gladsom, as it thynketh me, And of swich thyng were goodly for to telle." "Ye," quod oure Hooste, "by Seint Poules belle! Ye seye right sooth; this Monk he clappeth lowde. He spak how Fortune covered with a clowde I noot nevere what; and als of a tragedie Right now ye herde, and, pardee, no remedie It is for to biwaille ne compleyne That that is doon, and als it is a peyne, As ye han seyd, to heere of hevynesse. Sire Monk, namoore of this, so God yow blesse! Youre tale anoyeth al this compaignye." (VII. 2767-2789)

23. Riche romance to rede and rekken the soothe Of kempes and of conquerours, of kynges full noblee, How thay wirchipe and welthe wanne in thaire lyves. (250-52)

25. When Chaucer makes his Monk both moralist and outrider, he articulates the Church’s dilemma in its broadest terms. The Monk combines in one character two forms of confrontation between the Church and the world: the legitimate role of moral correction, and the less legitimate role of self-interested proprietor that inevitably accompanies it. If the Church stays cloistered it remains morally pure, but fails in its obligation to correct society at large. And yet spiritual authority differs so radically from the secular political power it must correct, that as soon as the Church moves into the world, chances are it will be contaminated. (Larry Scanlon, in Narrative Authority, and Power 221)

28. This duc his courser with his spores smoot, And at a stert he was bitwix hem two, And pulled out a swerd and cride, "Hoo! Namoore, up peyne of lesynge of youre heed! By myghty Mars, he shal anon be deed That smyteth any strook that I may seen. But telleth me what myster men ye been, That been so hardy for to fighten heere Withouten juge or oother officere, As it were in a lystes roially." (I.1704-1713)

29. … for to hunten is so desirus,And namely at the grete hert in May,That in his bed ther daweth hym no dayThat he nys clad, and redy for to rydeWith hunte and horn and houndes hym bisyde.For in his huntyng hath he swich delitThat it is al his joye and appetitTo been hymself the grete hertes bane,For after Mars he serveth now Dyane.                   (I.1673-82)

36.    Ryde forth, myn owene lord, brek nat oure game. But, by my trouthe, I knowe nat youre name.    Wher shal I calle yow my lord daun John,    Or daun Thomas, or elles daun Albon?   Of what hous be ye, by youre fader kyn?    I vowe to god, thou hast a ful fair skyn;    It is a gentil pasture ther thow goost.    Thou art nat lyk a penant or a goost:    Upon my feith, thou art som officer,    Som worthy sexteyn, or som celerer,    For by my fader soule, as to my doom,    Thou art a maister whan thou art at hoom;    No povre cloysterer, ne no novys,    But a governour, wily and wys,    And therwithal of brawnes and of bones,    A wel farynge persone for the nones. (VII.1927-42)

37.    Ryde forth, myn owene lord, brek nat oure game.    But, by my trouthe, I knowe nat youre name.    Wher shal I calle yow my lord daun John,    Or daun Thomas, or elles daun Albon?    Of what hous be ye, by youre fader kyn?    I vowe to god, thou hast a ful fair skyn;    It is a gentil pasture ther thow goost.    Thou art nat lyk a penant or a goost: Upon my feith, thou art som officer,    Som worthy sexteyn, or som celerer,    For by my fader soule, as to my doom,    Thou art a maister whan thou art at hoom;    No povre cloysterer, ne no novys,    But a governour, wily and wys,    And therwithal of brawnes and of bones,    A wel farynge persone for the nones. (VII.1927-42)

38. Tragedie is to seyn a certeyn storie, As olde bookes maken us memorie, Of hym that stood in greet prosperitee, And is yfallen out of heigh degree Into myserie, and endeth wrecchedly. And they ben versified communely Of six feet, which men clepen exametron. In prose eek been endited many oon, And eek in meetre, in many a sondry wyse. Lo, this declaryng oghte ynogh suffise. (VII. 1973-82)

39. ….I wol doon al my diligence,    As fer as sowneth into honestee,    To telle yow a tale, or two, or three.    And if yow list to herkne hyderward,    I wol yow seyn the lyf of Seint Edward;    Or ellis, first, tragedies wol I telle,    Of whiche I have an hundred in my celle. (VII.1966-72)