"Chaucer, Geoffrey - Book Of The Duchesse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chaucer Geoffrey)

31 I may not slepe, and what me is?
32 But natheles, who aske this
33 Leseth his asking trewely.
34 My-selven can not telle why
35 The sooth; but trewely, as I gesse,
36 I holde hit be a siknesse
37 That I have suffred this eight yere,
38 And yet my bote is never the nere;
39 For ther is phisicien but oon,
40 That may me hele; but that is doon.
41 Passe we over until eft;
42 That wil not be, moot nede be left;
43 Our first matere is good to kepe.
44 So whan I saw I might not slepe,
45 Til now late, this other night,
46 Upon my bedde I sat upright
47 And bad oon reche me a book,
48 A romaunce, and he hit me took
49 To rede and dryve the night away;
50 For me thoghte it better play
51 Then playen either at chesse or tables.
52 And in this boke were writen fables
53 That clerkes hadde, in olde tyme,
54 And other poets, put in ryme
55 To rede, and for to be in minde
56 Whyl men loved the lawe of kinde.
57 This book ne spak but of such thinges,
58 Of quenes lyves, and of kinges,
59 And many othere thinges smale.
60 Amonge al this I fond a tale
61 That me thoughte a wonder thing.
62 This was the tale: There was a king
63 That hight Seys, and hadde a wyf,
64 The beste that mighte bere lyf;
65 And this quene hight Alcyone.
66 So hit befel, therafter sone,
67 This king wolde wenden over see.
68 To tellen shortly, whan that he
69 Was in the see, thus in this wyse,
70 Soche a tempest gan to ryse
71 That brak hir mast, and made it falle,
72 And clefte her ship, and dreinte hem alle,
73 That never was founden, as it telles,
74 Bord ne man, ne nothing elles.
75 Right thus this king Seys loste his lyf.
76 Now for to speken of his wife: --
77 This lady, that was left at home,
78 Hath wonder, that the king ne come
79 Hoom, for hit was a longe terme.
80 Anon her herte gan to erme;