The Geste of Duke Jocelyn | Page 9

let us forthwith--"
"Aye, but mark me, lord, if this puissant lord with pomp and high estate doth woo the lady--"
"So then, my Pertinax, will I woo this lady also."
"How, in this thy foolish guise?"
"Aye, forsooth."
"Why, then, thou art like to be whipped for froward Fool and I for ragged rogue, and this our adventure brought to ill and woeful end--so here now is folly, lord, indeed!"
"Aye, forsooth!" smiled the Duke,
"Whereto these bells give heed.?But come, amend thy speed,?Methinks thy fasting-need?These gloomy vapours breed.?Thy inner man doth plead?Good beef with ale or mead?Wherein, thou Fool decreed,?I am right well agreed?'T were goodly thing to feed,?Nor will I thee impede,?So follow Folly's lead?And food-wards we'll proceed."
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How Pertinax mine host's large ears did wring,?And Jocelyn of these same ears did sing.
Now the town was full, and every inn a-throng with company--lords, both great and small, knights and esquires and their several followings, as archers, men-at-arms, and the like, all thither come from far and near to joust at the great tournament soon to be, to honour the birthday of Benedicta, Duchess of Tissingors, Ambremont, and divers other fair cities, towns and villages. Thus our travellers sought lodgment in vain, whereat Sir Pertinax cursed beneath his breath, and Duke Jocelyn hummed, as was each his wont and custom; and ever the grim Knight's anger grew.
Until, at last, an humble inn they saw--?A sorry place, with bush above the door.?This evil place they straightway entered in,?Where riot reigned, the wild, unlovely din?Of archers, men-at-arms, and rogues yet worse,?Who drank and sang, whiles some did fight and curse.?An evil place indeed, a lawless crew,?And landlord, like his inn, looked evil too:?Small was his nose, small were his pig-like eyes,?But ears had he of most prodigious size,?A brawny rogue, thick-jowled and beetle-browed,?Who, spying out our strangers 'mid the crowd,
Beholding them in humble, mean array,?With gestures fierce did order them away.?"Nay," quoth Sir Pertinax, "here will we bide,?Here will we eat and drink and sleep beside.?Go, bring us beef, dost hear? And therewith mead,?And, when we've ate, good beds and clean we 'll need."?"Ho!" cried the host. "Naught unto ye I'll bring?Until yon Fool shall caper first and sing!"?Said Jocelyn: "I'll sing when I have fed!"?"And then," quoth Pertinax, "we will to bed!"?"And wilt thou so?" the surly host replied;?"No beds for likes o' ye do I provide.?An' ye will sleep, knave, to the stable go,?The straw is good enough for ye, I trow."
"Ha!" roared Sir Pertinax. "A stable? Straw??This to me, thou filthy clapper-claw,?Thou fly-blown cod's-head, thou pestiferous thing!"?And, roaring, on the brawny host did spring;
By his large ears Sir Pertinax did take him,?And to and fro, and up and down, did shake him;?He shook him quick and slow, from side to side,?While loud for aid the shaken landlord cried.?Whereat the vicious crowd, in sudden wrath,?Shouted and cursed and plucked their daggers forth.?But, ere to harm our bold Knight they were able,?Duke Joc'lyn lightly sprang on massy table;?Cock's-comb a-flaunt and silver bells a-ring,?He laughing stood and gaily plucked lute-string,?And cut an antic with such merry grace?That angry shouts to laughter loud gave place.
Thereafter he sang as followeth:
"Bold bawcocks, brave, bibulous, babbling boys,?Tall tosspots, come, temper this tumult and noise;?So shall I sing sweetly such songs as shall sure?Constrain carking care and contumacy cure.?Thus, therefore--"
But here the surly landlord raised much clamour and outcry, whiles he touched and caressed his great ears with rare gentleness.
"Oho, my yeres!" roared he. "My yeres do be in woeful estate. Oho, what o' yon fierce-fingered rogue, good fellows, what o' yon knave--'a did twist my yeres plaguily and wring 'em roguishly, 'a did! Shall 'a not be beaten and drubbed out into the kennel, ha? What o' poor Nykins' yeres, says I--my yeres, oho!"
"Thine ears, unsavoury scullion," laughed Jocelyn; "thine ears, forsooth? Hark ye, of thy so great, so fair, so fine ears I'll incontinent make a song. List ye, one and all, so shall all here now hear my song of ears!" Forthwith Duke Jocelyn struck his lute and sang:
"Thine ears, in sooth, are long ears,?Stout ears, in truth, and strong ears,?Full ears, I trow, and fair ears,?Round ears also and rare ears.?So here's an ear that all eyes here?Shall see no beauty in, 'tis clear.?For these o' thine be such ears,?Large, loose, and over-much ears,?Ears that do make fingers itch,?Ears to twist and ears to twitch.
If thine ears had gone unseen,?Pulled forsooth they had not been;?Yet, since pulled indeed they were,?Thine ears plain the blame must bear.?So of thine ears no more complain,?Lest that thine ears be pulled again.?So hide thine ears as best ye may,?Of which same ears, to end, I say?Thine ears indeed be like my song,?Of none account, yet over long!"
Now hereupon was huge laughter and merriment, insomuch that the thick-jowled landlord betook himself otherwhere, and