reached a wider public than his immediate friends. Of other work he did but little during the last decade of his life. His treatise on the Astrolabe (an instrument for taking astronomical observations), addressed to his little ten-year-old son Lewis, was left incomplete, like so much else, though in this case he had the treatises of the old Arabian astronomer Messahala, and of the Yorkshire mathematician John Holywood (Johannes de Sacro Bosco), on which to draw. Of poems of this period we have only four remaining, all of them short, and all apparently written with something less than his wonted ease. The sportive Envoy a Scogan, on the vengeance he might expect from Venus for having 'given up' his lady, may belong to the year 1393, and ends with a pitiful request from the poor road-commissioner that the favoured dweller at the stream's head'i.e. the Court at Windsor-would 'mind his friend there it may fructifye.' The so-called Compleynt of Venus, a triple balade from the French of Graunson, a Savoyard knight, pensioned by Richard II. in 1393, may belong to the same year. The Envoy a Bukton, giving him his 'counseil touching mariage,' is dated by its reference to the English expedition to Friesland in 1396. The Compleynt to his Purs, sent to the 'Conquerour of Brutes Albioun,' from whom it elicited a fresh pension, belongs, of course, to 1399. None of these poems are unworthy of Chaucer, and it is true that he never wrote his balades and short poems with the ease of his narrative in the couplet stanza, but they seem to belong to a later and less happy period than any of the Canterbury Tales, and we may reasonably conclude that the Tales, though the crowning work of his life, were not being written right up to the last. In truth, it is to be feared that the last nine years of Chaucer's life were not very prosperous or happy. His friends did not desert him, for in 1394 Richard II. granted him a new pension of twenty pounds a year; but we find him frequently anticipating it by small loans from the Exchequer, and in May 1398 he obtained from the king letters of protection to prevent his creditors suing him. In October Richard granted him a tun of wine yearly, apparently in answer to a petition which begged for it as a 'work of charity;' and a year later, when Richard had been deposed, Henry IV., the son of Chaucer's old patron, John of Gaunt, by an additional pension of forty marks (£26, 13s. 4d.), granted in answer to the Compleynt to his Purs, placed the old poet once more in comfortable circumstances. On the following Christmas Eve Chaucer took a long lease, for fifty-three years, of a house in the garden of St Mary's Chapel, Westminster, which his son, Thomas Chaucer, the King's Butler, continued to occupy after his death; and there are records of his drawing instalments of his pensions in February and June of 1400. The June payment was received on his behalf by a friend, which may, or may not, point to his already being ill. All that we know is that, according to an inscription on a tomb erected to him by a lover of his works in 1556, he died on 25th October 1400, and that he was buried in St Benet's Chapel in Westminster Abbey, the first of the many poets who have found their last restingplace in what we now know as Poets' Corner. In estimating Chaucer's position among English poets we have to consider his work in relation to that of his predecessors and contemporaries, and, secondly, the extent of his actual achievement. On the first point something has already been said; but the most important difference which separates Chaucer from the poets whose work we have already reviewed is that he first of English writers whose names we know (the limitation is introduced to exclude the author of Pearl, a possible exception) conceived of poetry as an art. Our earlier poets, whose subjects would often have been as fitly treated in prose, wrote 'straight on,' with very little ornament, and very little care for finding the right word or varying their verse. Their modesty saved them from many mistakes, and though their work is always on a level, it is by no means on a dead level. But any one who will read, say, the Cursor Mundi from end to end and not find it tedious must have a special taste for oldworld things. Even Langland, who was continually recasting his Vision, recast it not so much that he might improve what he had already said, but that he might say something different; and, as we have noted, he as often changed a good line for a worse as a poor line for a better. In Chaucer's poetry, on the other hand, we find a continuous development, and evidence of the hard work and enterprise by which that development was attained. He begins as a mere translator, and becomes, in his own way, one of the most individual of poets; he begins with monotonous verse, full of padding, and attains a metrical freedom as complete as Shakespeare's; he begins in the prevalent fashion, and soon enriches English literature with two new metres of capital importance (the seven-line stanza and decasyllabic couplet), and with a new range of subjects. Though he had to work harder for his living than most of his predecessors, he took his art far more seriously, and starting at a happier moment and with greater natural gifts, he attained results which differ from theirs not merely in degree but in kind. As regards his positive achievement some large admissions must be made. The pretty little songs in the Dethe of the Duchesse and the Parlement of Foules do not entitle us to claim for him any serious lyrical gift, and his shorter poems generally are known rather by fine single lines than as successful wholes. With the absence of the lyrical faculty goes the absence of passion and depth of thought. The true tragic note is not sounded once in all his poems, and his portrayal of love is languishing and sensuous, never strong. Three of his women are perfectly drawn: the fashionable Prioress, the triumphantly vulgar Wife of Bath, as sketches; the small-souled, piteous Cressida as a finished portrait. The rest are personifications or conventional types, quickened now and again by some happy touch, but not possessed of flesh and blood. As for his asserted deep religious feelings, there has certainly been much exaggeration. He was interested in the problems of free-will and predestination; he had the man of the world's admiration for practical piety wherever he saw it; he had his religious moments, and towards the end of his life may have been devout; but the humorous lines in The Knightes Tale'— His spirit chaunged hous and wenté ther, are typical of his spirit in the heyday of his powers; and though he laid bare the worldliness and knavery of the hangers-on of religion, they fill him with no deep repugnance. Lastly, it must be owned that Chaucer had little or no constructive power. He could fill in other men's outlines and improve other men's work as triumphantly as Shakespeare himself, but the inconclusiveness of the Dethe of the Duchesse and the Parlement of Foules, and the (unfinished condition of every other poem in which he tried to work on his own lines as regards plot, prove that he had no aptitude for inventing a story and developing it from prelude to climax. When all these admissions have been made, Chaucer yet remains one of the greatest English poets, because in his own art of narrative verse he attained a mastery which has never been approached. Where he should be ranked, as compared with Shakespeare, Milton, Pope, Shelley, or Tennyson, depends entirely on the value the critic attaches to different kinds of excellence. In his own Chaucer stands first. While his predecessors lack readers because they had too little art, later writers have often failed because they have tried to introduce too much. In Chaucer alone we find narrative in perfection-simple, direct, fluent, varying easily with the subject, full of his own individuality, everywhere controlled and enlivened by his abounding humour, and written in verse of neverfailing music and metrical power. He is a great artist, with an artist's self-consciousness; at the same time he is absolutely natural and at his ease. There are few English poets to whom we should attribute the combination of these qualities; there is no other who has combined them to the same extent. A narrative poet can never receive justice from quotations, but the extracts which follow are chosen to illustrate as far as is possible in a few pages the variety of Chaucer's verse and his happiness in dealing with different subjects. We take him first in his early days as the pensive, rather sentimental young poet, weaving his own sorrows, real or But as it were, a maséd thyng And wel ye woot agaynės kynde But men myghte axé me why so alike dazed wholly against nature know not ask 1 This and the following quotations are taken from the 'Globe Chaucer, The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, edited by A. W. Pollard, H. F. Heath, Mark H. Liddell, W. S. McCormick (Macmillans, 1898). The Canterbury Tales were printed by Caxton in 1478 and 1483, and reprinted by Pynson (c. 1492) and Wynkyn de Worde (1498). Caxton also printed the Parlement of Foules and some of the minor poems about 1478, and the Troilus about 1483, this being printed again by Wynkyn de Worde in 1517. In 1526 Pynson printed most of Chaucer's works in a volume in three parts, but the first collected edition was that printed by Godfray in 1532, and edited by Thynne. This was reprinted in 1542 and 1550, and again (with additions supplied by the antiquary John Stowe) in 1561. In 1598 and 1602 editions appeared edited by Thomas Speght, and others were issued in 1687 and 1721, the latter edited by Urry. These collected editions contained many works not by Chaucer, and their text was disfigured by every possible blunder, so that the music of Chaucer's verse was entirely lost and his meaning obscured. A beginning of better things was made by Thomas Tyrwhitt's edition of the Canterbury Tales (1775-78), a really fine piece of editing for its date. Thomas Wright's edition for the Percy Society (1842), and that of Richard Morris in Bell's Aldine Classics (1866), both of them founded on Harleian MS. 7334, were further improvements. But no accurate text was possible until Dr Furnivall founded the Chaucer Society in 1866, and printed parallel texts from all the best manuscripts that could be found, including the Ellesmere, which is now generally considered the best. From these texts Professor Skeat in 1894 edited for the Clarendon Press The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, in six volumes, with a wealth of illustrative notes; and the 'Globe' edition of 1898 was based on the same materials. In addition to its work on Chaucer's text, the Chaucer Society has cleared up the sources of many of his poems, and has settled the true order of the Canterbury Tales, the letters A-I which appear in references to line-numbers denoting the different groups under which, in their incomplete condition, it is necessary to arrange them. (Dethe of Blaunche the Duchesse, II. 1-42.) The gentle melancholy of this prelude finds a more sonorous echo in the Compleynt of the Dethe of Pitee, from which also we may quote the opening lines : Pite that I have sought so yore ago That in this worlde was never wight so wo Of Love, that for my trouthé doth me dye. And when that I, by lengthe of certeyn yeres, Had evere in oon a tymẻ sought to speke, alike sprinkled avenge found her dead Thus am I slayn sith that Pitė is deed; Sith she is deed, to whom shul we compleyne? (Compleynt of the Dethe of Pitee, II. 1-28.) 1 Nearer. 2 Began to press. 3 Addressed myself. 4 Bewildered from suffering. To illustrate Chaucer's earlier narrative work, we must be content with three stanzas from the 'Tale of Constance.' They strike that note of pathos and pity which with Chaucer takes the place of deeper tragedy. King Alla had married Constance after the miracle which proved her innocent of a murder of which she had been falsely accused; but now, in his absence from home, he has been beguiled, and sends an order that both she and his little Ichild are to be thrust out to sea in a rudderless boat in three days' time: He that me kepté fro the false blame, While I was on the lond amongės yow, He kan me kepe from harm, and eek fro shame, As strong as ever he was he is yet now. In hym triste I, and in his mooder deere,— That is to me my seyl, and eek my steere.' sail-rudde Hir litel child lay wepyng in hir arm, And knelynge, pitously to hym she seyde, And in hir arm she lulleth it ful faste, ('Man of Lawes Tale,' Canterbury Tales, B. 820-840.) 1 She tore the kerchief from her head. From all this tenderness we must pass rapidly to the tales of chivalry and romance, full of vivid colour, the brightness of youth, and joy of love, which are the most prominent feature in Chaucer's second period. Among these Troilus and Cressida stands supreme; and we may take from it first this picture of Criseyde when Troilus first sees her, and is suddenly struck down, amid his mockery of love, by the beauty he despised: Among thise othrẻ folk was Criseydá As was Criseyde, as folk seyde everychone And nigh the dore, ay under shamės drede, widows matchless crowd 1, 2 star breadth 3 attire that same deprive This Troilus, as he was wont to gide watch sigh-feed 1 There was not. 2 More dearly. 3 In dread of being shamed (she was daughter of the Greek Calchas). 4 Common, foolish. 5 Prepared himself to be avenged. Cupid made Troilus pay heavily for his gibes, and cheated him at the last; yet he allowed him a little spell of happiness; and here is Chaucer's description of the supreme moment of love's reward: O, soth is seid, that heled for to be That thorugh a peyne hath founden al his cure. And now swetnéssé semeth more swete Criseyde, al quit from every drede and tene, float since better sorrow trust I abashed stops herdsman talk hedges-stirring And as the newe abayséd nightingale And right as he that saw his deth y-shapen, The Troilus, which has this solemn end, is a 'tragedy,' but it is a tragedy as full of light as of shade; in it we first find Chaucer's humour in its perfection, and to suit this humour he attunes his verse to another key with masterly ease. Here is a passage from an earlier part of the poem describing a call paid (in the interest of Troilus) by Sir Pandarus on his niece, then in the stage of widowhood in which thoughts of consolation may be trifled with : Whan he was come unto his neces place, passed seated story surely ceased She took him faste, and seydė, 'This night thrye- hastily thrice dreamt must If God wile, al this yer!' quod Pandarus; 2 'But I am sory that I have you let will hindered To herken of your book ye preisen thus. With that they gonnen laughe; and tho she seyde, Quod Pandarus, Al this knowe I my-selve, teach 1, 2 The absolute ease of this passage is in striking contrast to Chaucer's early use of the stanza in the story of St Cecyle, and has perhaps never been equalled in the same form save by Byron. To accompany these quotations from the Troilus, we may take the Knightes Tale' out of its place in the Canterbury series, in order to show how Chaucer treats chivalry under arms, as in the Troilus he treats of chivalry in love. The cousins, Palamon and Arcite both love the fair Emily, sister to their enemy, Theseus, 'Duke' of Athens. Arcite overhears Palamon speaking of his love when in hiding from Theseus, and, as his cousin is weaponless, rides off to fetch him armour and weapons that they may fight out their quarrel. The quotation describes how they arm each other and then fight furiously till Theseus interrupts them. It is the more noteworthy because, while Chaucer is translating the Teseide of Boccaccio, all the vivid and dramatic touches are his own : I, 2 fight out appointed Arcite is riden anon unto the toun, And on the morwe, er it were dayės light, Ful prively two harneys hath he dight, Bothe suffisaunt and meté to darreyne The bataille in the feeld betwix hem tweyne; And on his hors, allone as he was born, He carieth al the harneys hym biforn : And in the grove, at tyme and place y-set, This Arcite and this Palamon ben met. To chaungen gan the colour in hir face, Right as the hunters, in the regne of Trace, That stondeth at the gappe with a spere, Whan hunted is the leoun or the bere, And hereth hym come russhyng in the greves, And breketh both bowės and the leves, And thynketh, Heere cometh my mortal enemy, With-outé faile he moot be deed or I; For outher I moot sleen hym at the gappe, Or he moot sleen me, if that me myshappe': So ferden they in chaungyng of hir hewe, As fer as everich of hem oother knewe, Ther nas no 'Good day,' ne no saluyng, But streight, withouten word or rehersyng, Everich of hem heelpe for to armen oother, As frendly as he were his owene brother; And after that, with sharpė sperės stronge, They foynen ech at other wonder longe. Thou myghtest wene that this Palamoun, In his fightyng were a wood leoun, 3 groves must be dead either 4, 5 fence mad furiously fel: He was war of Arcite and Palamon Withouten juge, or oother officere, As it were in a lystės roially?'. upon ('Knightes Tale,' Canterbury Tales, A. 11. 1628-1662. 1683-1713.) 1 Suits of armour. 2 Got ready. 3 Kingdom of Thrace. 4 Be haved. 5 Their colour. After the Troilus came the Hous of Fame, and from this, did space permit, we should quote Chaucer's autobiographical colloquy with the Golden Eagle, and some of the prayers of Fame's suitors and their answers. But we must hasten to the Legende of Good Women, and choose from this a characteristic passage on Chaucer's favourite season, Spring, not unlike that at the end of the Parlement of Foules, but written with more freedom: Forgeten had the erthe his pore estate forlorn temperate a bag-net scared |