House of Fame

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主題 Topic Audience Reactions to Sermons, Enarratio (Analysis and Exposition of Texts)
書刊名 TitleHouse of Fame
The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer
作者 AuthorGeoffrey Chaucer  (edited by W.W. Skeat )
出版社 PublisherOxford
出版年 Year1899
語言 Language
裝訂 Binding□ 平裝 Paperback　　　　□ 精裝 Hardcover
頁數 Pages
ISBN
(10 / 13)
Bibliography Reference  (STC, Duff, GW . . .)
來源網址 Web Linkhttp://omacl.org/Houseoffame/
劇本簡介撰稿者王明月、蔡幸紋
撰寫日期 Date2014.12.23

A.   簡介 Introduction (within 100 words, Chinese or English)

受義大利文學如但丁、薄伽丘等詩人影響，十四世紀英國詩人喬叟效仿但丁《神曲》以夢境文學形式寫成《名人堂》。此作品以一位感嘆自己詩意與頭腦皆不靈光的敘述者的角度，描述自己夢境中所見所聞。十二月十號的夜間，敘述者夢見自己來到愛神維納斯的玻璃宮殿，裡頭裝飾的精雕細琢的各個歷史與文學中的名人以及其豐功偉績。突然，出現了一隻金鷹，凌空捉起敘述者，擔任其嚮導帶領他省思名與利的本質，以及詩人應當成為愛神的使徒，竭力寫出讚揚「愛」的詩作。藉由檢視歷史上的作家名人，敘述者因而反思詩人角色以及作品如何在歷史中流芳千古。

B.   文本摘錄 Extracts (4-6 Pages)

(Book I,496-508; Book II, 509-640)
496         Tho was I war, lo! at the laste,
497    That faste be the sonne, as hye
498    As kenne mighte I with myn ye,
499    Me thoughte I saw an egle sore,
500    But that hit semed moche more
501    Then I had any egle seyn.
502    But this as sooth as deeth, certeyn,
503    Hit was of golde, and shoon so bright,
504    That never saw men such a sighte,
505    But-if the heven hadde y-wonne
506    Al newe of golde another sonne;
507    So shoon the egles fethres brighte,
508    And somwhat dounward gan hit lighte.
               Explicit liber primus.
Book II   Incipit liber secundus.
509      Now herkneth, every maner man
510    That English understonde can,
511    And listeth of my dreem to lere;
512    For now at erste shul ye here
513    So selly an avisioun,
514    That Isaye, ne Scipioun,
515    Ne King Nabugodonosor,
516    Pharo, Turnus, ne Elcanor,
517    Ne mette swich a dreem as this!
518    Now faire blisfull, O Cipris,
519    So be my favour at this tyme!
520    And ye, me to endyte and ryme
521    Helpeth, that on Parnaso dwelle
522    By Elicon the clere welle.
523      O Thought, that wroot al that I mette,
524    And in the tresorie hit shette
525    Of my brayn! now shal men see
526    If any vertu in thee be,
527    To tellen al my dreem aright;
528    Now kythe thyn engyne and might!
                           The Dream.
529      This egle, of which I have yow told,
530    That shoon with fethres as of gold,
531    Which that so hye gan to sore,
532    I gan beholde more and more,
533    To see hir the beautee and the wonder;
534    But never was ther dint of thonder,
535    Ne that thing that men calle foudre,
536    That smoot somtyme a tour to poudre,
537    And in his swifte coming brende,
538    That so swythe gan descende,
539    As this foul, whan hit behelde
540    That I a-roume was in the felde;
541    And with his grimme pawes stronge,
542    Within his sharpe nayles longe,
543    Me, fleinge, at a swappe he hente,
544    And with his sours agayn up wente,
545    Me caryinge in his clawes starke
546    As lightly as I were a larke,
547    How high I can not telle yow,
548    For I cam up, I niste how.
549    For so astonied and a-sweved
550    Was every vertu in my heved,
551    What with his sours and with my drede,
552    That al my feling gan to dede;
553    For-why hit was to greet affray.
554      Thus I longe in his clawes lay,
555    Til at the laste he to me spak
556    In mannes vois, and seyde, `Awak!
557    And be not so a-gast, for shame!'
558    And called me tho by my name,
559    And, for I sholde the bet abreyde --
560    Me mette -- `Awak,' to me he seyde,
561    Right in the same vois and stevene
562    That useth oon I coude nevene;
563    And with that vois, soth for to sayn,
564    My minde cam to me agayn;
565    For hit was goodly seyd to me,
566    So nas hit never wont to be.
567      And herewithal I gan to stere,
568    And he me in his feet to bere,
569    Til that he felte that I had hete,
570    And felte eek tho myn herte bete.
571    And tho gan he me to disporte,
572    And with wordes to comforte,
573    And sayde twyes, `Seynte Marie!
574    Thou art noyous for to carie,
575    And nothing nedeth hit, parde!
576    For al-so wis god helpe me
577    As thou non harm shalt have of this;
578    And this cas, that betid thee is,
579    Is for thy lore and for thy prow; --
580    Let see! darst thou yet loke now?
581    Be ful assured, boldely,
582    I am thy frend.' And therwith I
583    Gan for to wondren in my minde.
584    `O god,' thoughte I, `that madest kinde,
585    Shal I non other weyes dye?
586    Wher Ioves wol me stellifye,
587    Or what thing may this signifye?
588    I neither am Enok, ne Elye,
589    Ne Romulus, ne Ganymede
590    That was y-bore up, as men rede,
591    To hevene with dan Iupiter,
592    And maad the goddes boteler.'
593      Lo! this was tho my fantasye!
594    But he that bar me gan espye
595    That I so thoghte, and seyde this: --
596    `Thou demest of thy-self amis;
597    For Ioves is not ther-aboute --
598    I dar wel putte thee out of doute --
599    To make of thee as yet a sterre.
600    But er I bere thee moche ferre,
601    I wol thee telle what I am,
602    And whider thou shalt, and why I cam
603    To done this, so that thou take
604    Good herte, and not for fere quake.'
605    `Gladly,' quod I. -- `Now wel,' quod he: --
606    `First I, that in my feet have thee,
607    Of which thou hast a feer and wonder,
608    Am dwellinge with the god of thonder,
609    Which that men callen Iupiter,
610    That dooth me flee ful ofte fer
611    To do al his comaundement.
612    And for this cause he hath me sent
613    To thee: now herke, by thy trouthe!
614    Certeyn, he hath of thee routhe,
615    That thou so longe trewely
616    Hast served so ententifly
617    His blinde nevew Cupido,
618    And fair Venus goddesse also,
619    Withoute guerdoun ever yit,
620    And nevertheles has set thy wit --
621    Although that in thy hede ful lyte is --
622    To make bokes, songes, dytees,
623    In ryme, or elles in cadence,
624    As thou best canst, in reverence
625    Of Love, and of his servants eke,
626    That have his servise soght, and seke;
627    And peynest thee to preyse his art,
628    Althogh thou haddest never part;
629    Wherfor, al-so god me blesse,
630    Ioves halt hit greet humblesse
631    And vertu eek, that thou wolt make
632    A-night ful ofte thyn heed to ake,
633    In thy studie so thou wrytest,
634    And ever-mo of love endytest,
635    In honour of him and preysinges,
636    And in his foIkes furtheringes,
637    And in hir matere al devysest,
638    And noght him nor his folk despysest,
639    Although thou mayst go in the daunce
640    Of hem that him list not avaunce.
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