#  The Tale of Appius and Virginia 

 



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*Use the glossary in* The Riverside Chaucer *for words not glossed in the margins; see also[ a note on Gower's spellings](/pages/note-gowers-spelling).*

***Confessio Amantis*, Book VII, 5131-5306**

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At Rome whan that Apius,  
 Whos other name is Claudius,  
 Was governour of the cite,  
 Ther fell a wonder thing to se  
 Touchende a gentil Maide, as thus,  
 Whom Livius Virginius  
 Begeten hadde upon his wif:  
 Men seiden that so fair a lif  
 As sche was noght in al the toun.  
 This fame, which goth up and doun,  
 To Claudius cam in his Ere,  
 Wherof his thoght anon was there,  
 Which al his herte hath set afyre,  
 That he began the flour desire  
 Which longeth unto maydenhede,  
 And sende, if that he myhte spede  
 The blinde lustes of his wille.  
   
 Bot that thing mai he noght fulfille,  
 For sche stod upon Mariage;  
 A worthi kniht of gret lignage,  
 Ilicius which thanne hihte,  
 Acorded in hire fader sihte  
 Was, that he scholde his douhter wedde.  
 Bot er the cause fully spedde,  
 Hire fader, which in Romanie  
 The ledinge of chivalerie  
 In governance hath undertake,  
 Upon a werre which was take  
 Goth out with al the strengthe he hadde  
 Of men of Armes whiche he ladde:  
 So was the mariage left,  
 And stod upon acord til eft.  
   
 The king, which herde telle of this,  
 Hou that this Maide ordeigned is  
 To Mariage, thoghte an other.  
 And hadde thilke time a brother,  
 Which Marchus Claudius was hote,  
 And was a man of such riote  
 Riht as the king himselve was:  
 Thei tuo togedre upon this cas  
 In conseil founden out this weie,  
 That Marchus Claudius schal seie  
 Hou sche be weie of covenant  
 To his service appourtenant  
 Was hol, and to non other man;  
 And therupon he seith he can  
 In every point witnesse take,  
 So that sche schal it noght forsake.  
   
 Whan that thei hadden schape so,  
 After the lawe which was tho,  
 Whil that hir fader was absent,  
 Sche was somouned and assent  
 To come in presence of the king  
 And stonde in ansuere of this thing.  
 Hire frendes wisten alle wel  
 That it was falshed everydel,  
 And comen to the king and seiden,  
 Upon the comun lawe and preiden,  
 So as this noble worthi knyht  
 Hir fader for the comun riht  
 In thilke time, as was befalle,  
 Lai for the profit of hem alle  
 Upon the wylde feldes armed,  
 That he ne scholde noght ben harmed  
 Ne schamed, whil that he were oute;  
 And thus thei preiden al aboute.  
   
 For al the clamour that he herde,  
 The king upon his lust ansuerde,  
 And yaf hem only daies tuo  
 Of respit; for he wende tho,  
 That in so schorte a time appiere  
 Hire fader mihte in no manere.  
 Bot as therof he was deceived;  
 For Livius hadde al conceived  
 The pourpos of the king tofore,  
 So that to Rome ayein therfore  
 In alle haste he cam ridende,  
 And lefte upon the field liggende  
 His host, til that he come ayein.  
   
 And thus this worthi capitein  
 Appiereth redi at his day,  
 Wher al that evere reson may  
 Be lawe in audience he doth,  
 So that his dowhter upon soth  
 Of that Marchus hire hadde accused  
 He hath tofore the court excused.  
   
 The king, which sih his pourpos faile,  
 And that no sleihte mihte availe,  
 Encombred of his lustes blinde  
 The lawe torneth out of kinde,  
 And half in wraththe as thogh it were,  
 In presence of hem alle there  
 Deceived of concupiscence  
 Yaf for his brother the sentence,  
 And bad him that he scholde sese  
 This Maide and make him wel at ese;  
 Bot al withinne his oghne entente  
 He wiste hou that the cause wente,  
 Of that his brother hath the wyte  
 He was himselven forto wyte.  
   
 Bot thus this maiden hadde wrong,  
 Which was upon the king along,  
 Bot ayein him was non Appel,  
 And that the fader wiste wel:  
 Wherof upon the tirannie,  
 That for the lust of Lecherie  
 His douhter scholde be deceived,  
 And that Ilicius was weyved  
 Untrewly fro the Mariage,  
 Riht as a Leon in his rage,  
 Which of no drede set acompte  
 And not what pite scholde amounte,  
 A naked swerd he pulleth oute,  
 The which amonges al the route  
 He threste thurgh his dowhter side,  
 And al alowd this word he cride:  
 "Lo, take hire ther, thou wrongfull king,  
 For me is levere upon this thing  
 To be the fader of a Maide,  
 Thogh sche be ded, than if men saide  
 That in hir lif sche were schamed  
 And I therof were evele named."  
   
 Tho bad the king men scholde areste  
 His bodi, bot of thilke heste,  
 Lich to the chaced wylde bor,  
 The houndes whan he fieleth sor,  
 Tothroweth and goth forth his weie,  
 In such a wise forto seie  
 This worthi kniht with swerd on honde  
 His weie made, and thei him wonde,  
 That non of hem his strokes kepte;  
 And thus upon his hors he lepte,  
 And with his swerd droppende of blod,  
 The which withinne his douhter stod,  
 He cam ther as the pouer was  
 Of Rome, and tolde hem al the cas,  
 And seide hem that thei myhten liere  
 Upon the wrong of his matiere,  
 That betre it were to redresce  
 At hom the grete unrihtwisnesse,  
 Than forto werre in strange place  
 And lese at hom here oghne grace.  
 For thus stant every mannes lif  
 In jeupartie for his wif  
 Or for his dowhter, if thei be  
 Passende an other of beaute.  
   
 Of this merveile which thei sihe  
 So apparant tofore here yhe,  
 Of that the king him hath misbore,  
 Here othes thei have alle swore  
 That thei wol stonde be the riht.  
 And thus of on acord upriht  
 To Rome at ones hom ayein  
 Thei torne, and schortly forto sein,  
 This tirannye cam to mouthe,  
 And every man seith what he couthe,  
 So that the prive tricherie,  
 Which set was upon lecherie,  
 Cam openly to mannes Ere;  
 And that broghte in the comun feere,  
 That every man the peril dradde  
 Of him that so hem overladde.  
   
 Forthi, er that it worse falle,  
 Thurgh comun conseil of hem alle  
 Thei have here wrongfull king deposed,  
 And hem in whom it was supposed  
 The conseil stod of his ledinge  
 Be lawe unto the dom thei bringe,  
 Wher thei receiven the penance  
 That longeth to such governance.  
   
 And thus th'unchaste was chastised,  
 Wherof thei myhte ben avised  
 That scholden afterward governe,  
 And be this evidence lerne,  
 Hou it is good a king eschuie  
 The lust of vice and vertu suie.









Text adapted from: *The English Works of John Gower*, ed. G. C. Macaulay, EETS e.s. 81-82. London. 1900-01.