from "AUCASIN ET
NICOLETE" - III
from "AUCASSIN AND
NICOLETTE" - III
Anon. - 13c.tr. A.S.Kline
Aucassins fu de biaucaire
D'un castel del bel repaire
De nicole le bien faite
Nuis hom ne l'en puet retraire
Que ses peres ne l'i laisse
Et sa mere le manace
Di va! faus, que vex tu faire?
Nicolete est cointe et gaie
Jetee fu de Cartage
Acatee fu d'un Saisne
Puis qa'a moullié te vix traire
Pren femme de haut parage
Mere, je n'en puis el faire
Nicolete est de boin aire
Ses gens cors et son viaire
Sa biautés le cuer m'esclaire
Bien est drois que s'amor aie
Que trop est douce
Aucassin was from Beaucaire,
from a castle fine to dwell in.
From Nicole, the beautiful,
no man could deflect him,
so his father never ceased
nor his mother their complaint:
"Come! Fool, what do you do?
Nicolette is gracious, kind?
She, surrendered from Carthage,
purchased from a Saracen:
since itís marriage that you wish,
take a wife of higher station.
- Mother, that I could not do:
Nicolette is debonair:
her limbs elegant, her face,
her beauty frees my heart,
it is right that I love her,
who is so sweet.

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