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Chaucer, Geoffrey

 
9780375757365: Troilus and Cressida (Modern Library Classics)
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ISBN 10: 0375757368 ISBN 13: 9780375757365
Verlag: Random House Publishing Group, 2002

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Often called the first great English novel, Troilus and Cressida, a tragic love story set during the siege of Troy, is Chaucer’s masterpiece. Troilus, a valiant warrior, is scornful of love until he catches a glimpse of Cressida. With the help of his friend and her uncle Pandarus, Troilus wins Cressida over. But their happiness is destroyed when, summoned to a Greek camp, Cressida seeks the protection of one Diomede and ultimately betrays Troilus.

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George Philip Krapp (1872–1934) was a renowned authority on Anglo-Saxon.

Peter G. Beidler is a professor of English at Lehigh University and editor of The Wife of Bath and, with Elizabeth Biebel, Chaucer’s Wife of Bath’s Prologue and Tale: An Annotated Bibliography.

Cindy Vitto is a professor of English at Rowan University and author of The Virtuous Pagan in Middle English Literature and the co-editor of The Rusted Hauberk: Feudal Ideals of Order and Their Decline.

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Often called the first great English novel, "Troilus and Cressida, a tragic love story set during the siege of Troy, is Chaucer's masterpiece. Troilus, a valiant warrior, is scornful of love until he catches a glimpse of Cressida. With the help of his friend and her uncle Pandarus, Troilus wins Cressida over. But their happiness is destroyed when, summoned to a Greek camp, Cressida seeks the protection of one Diomede and ultimately betrays Troilus.

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Book I

The Temple Door

The double sorrow of Troilus to tell,

Unhappy son of Priam, king of Troy,

And how he fared, when first in love he fell,

From woe to weal, then back again from joy,

Until we part my time I shall employ.

Tisiphone, now help me to endite

These woful lines, that weep e'en as I write!

On thee I call, Goddess malevolent,

Thou cruel Fury, grieving ever in pain!

Help me, who am the sorrowful instrument10

That lovers use their sorrows to complain;

For truly this is not a saying vain,

A gloomy man should have a gloomy mate,

And faces sad, those who sad tales relate.

For I to serve Love's servants ever try,

Yet dare not seek, for my unlikeliness,

The aid of Love, although for love I die,

So far am I from prospect of success.

But yet if this may make the sorrows less

Of any lover, or may his cause avail,20

The thanks be his and mine this toilsome tale.

But O ye lovers, bathed in bliss always,

If any drops of pity in you be,

Recall the griefs gone by of other days,

And think sometimes upon the adversity

Of other folk, forgetting not that ye

Have felt yourselves Love's power to displease,

Lest ye might win Love's prize with too great ease.

And pray for those who suffer in the plight

Of Troilus, as I shall tell you here,30

Beseeching Love to bring them to delight;

And pray for me as well, to God so dear,

That I may have the skill to make appear,

In this unhappy tale of Troilus,

How dark may be love's ways and treacherous.

And pray for those that dwell in love's despair,

From which they never hope to be restored;

And pray for them who must the burden bear

Of slanderous tongue of lady or of lord;

Pray God that he the faithful may reward,40

And to the hopeless grant a quick release

And bring them from unrest to lasting peace.

And pray for lovers all who are at ease,

That they may still continue to be so,

And pray that they their ladies still may please

And unto Love a reverent honor show;

For thus I trust my soul in truth shall grow,

Praying for those who Love's commands fulfill,

And setting forth their fates in all good will,

With pity and compassion in my heart,50

As though I brother were to lovers all.

Now take, I pray, my story in good part;

Henceforth I shall endeavor to recall

What sorrows once on Troilus must fall

In loving Cressida, who first returned

His love, but for new love this old love spurned.

Well known the story, how the Greeks so strong

In arms, went with a thousand vessels sailing

To Troy, and there the Trojan city long

Besieged, and after ten years' siege prevailing,60

In divers ways, but with one wrath unfailing,

Avenged on Troy the wrong to Helen done

By Paris, when at last great Troy was won.

Now so it chanced that in the Trojan town,

There dwelt a lord of rank and high degree,

A priest named Calchas, of such great renown

And in all science such proficiency,

That he knew what the fate of Troy would be,

For at the shrine at Delphi he had heard

Phoebus Apollo's dire forboding word.70

When Calchas found his priestly computation

Confirmed the oracle Apollo spake,

That with the Greeks came such a mighty nation,

That in the end the city they would take,

He straight resolved the Trojans to forsake;

For by his divinations well he knew

That Troy was doomed, for all that Troy might do.

With stealth to leave the city he prepared,

For cunning plans he knew well to devise;

In secret to the Grecian host he fared,80

Where they received him in most courtly wise,

As one of high distinction in their eyes;

For they had hope that by his priestly skill,

He might ward off their future harm and ill.

Great cry arose when it was first made known

Through all the town, and everywhere was told,

That Calchas had turned traitor and had flown,

And to the Greeks his faithless honor sold;

And every Trojan, both the young and old,

Declared that Calchas, with his wicked kin,90

Deserved to burn alive for this great sin.

Now Calchas left behind him when he fled,

Innocent of this so false and wicked deed,

His daughter, who in grief her life now led,

For mortal fear she felt in her great need,

And had no one in Troy her cause to plead,

For she a widow was without a friend

Who might bear aid and helpful counsel lend.

Cressida was the name this lady bore,

And in the Trojan city, to my mind,100

Was none so fair, for in her beauty more

Angelical she seemed than human kind,

As though a thing immortal were combined

Of all of heaven's gifts of choicest worth,

And sent down here in scorn of our poor earth.

This lady could in no way close her ears

To her own father's evil deed and fame,

And driven near distracted by her fears,

In widow's sober habit dressed, she came

Before great Hector, where she doth proclaim110

Her loyalty with tearful voice and eye,

And pleads for grace and treason doth deny.

Now Hector was a man of kindly heart,

And when he saw how great was her distress,

And then her beauty likewise played a part,

These words of comfort to her did address:

"About your father's wicked deeds, the less

That's said the better! But you yourself in joy

Dwell here with us the while you will in Troy!

"And all respect that men owe unto you,120

As though your father still were dwelling here,

That shall you have, and all regard that's due

Your person, I assure you without fear."

She humbly thanked him for these words of cheer,

And would have thanked him more had he desired,

And took her leave and to her home retired.

And there she dwelt with such a retinue

As fitting was for one of her high station,

And kept good house, as she was wont to do,

Enjoying love and honest reputation130

As much as any in the Trojan nation;

But if she children had, I do not know,

I have not heard, and therefore let it go.

The fates of war were there exemplified

Between the Trojan and the Grecian forces,

For one day those of Troy were sorely tried,

But next the Greeks, for all their great resources,

Must yield; for Fortune hath uncertain courses,

And now her wheel goes up, and now goes down,

And now she wears a smile and now a frown140

But how this town came to its final end

Is not my purpose at this time to tell,

For much too far that lengthy tale would bend

Me from my point, and weary you as well;

But all the Trojan deeds, as there they fell,

Do Homer, Dares and Dictys all narrate,

For future time to read and contemplate.

Now though the Greeks the Trojan city hold,

Emprisoned by a siege set all around,

The Trojans still observe their customs old,150

Honoring their gods with worshipping profound;

And of their relics one the most renowned

Was called Palladion, to which they prayed

In trust of heaven's protection and of aid.

And so it chanced when April heralds Spring,

And clothes the meadows with new pleasant green,

And when fresh flowers, white and red, now bring

Once more their fragrances so pure and clean,

The throngs of Trojan folk might then be seen,

All going...

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Verlag
Random House Publishing Group
Erscheinungsdatum
2002
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0375757368
ISBN 13 
9780375757365
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Anzahl der Seiten
348
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