It is grete sorwe
and care boy that thou art alyve.
To emphasize this revisionist concern with cross-species compassion, Canacee swears by the "grete God of kynde" as she addresses another species, and expresses a bond between them: "Ye sle me with youre sorwe
verraily, / I have of yow so greet compassioun" (V 462-63, 469).
Such sorowe this lady to her tok That trewly I, that made this book, Had such pittee and such rowthe To rede hir sorwe
, that, by my trowthe, I ferde the worse al the morwe Aftir to thenken on hir sorwe
11) and moans in "a contynuel sorwe
sobbyd" (Bk I, Prosa 5.
such a grace god hire sente, That for the sorwe
which sche made Was non of hem which power hade To don hire eny vileinie.
In the Purification play, as Symeon and Anna await the arrival of the holy family, Symeon muses to Anna: "Swych a sorwe
bothe sharpe and smerte / [thorn]at as a swerd perce it xalle [TEXT NOT REPRODUCIBLE IN ASCII]even thorwe his moderys herte" (88-90).
For whoso seeth me first on morwe My seyn he hath met with sorwe
, For y am sorwe
, and sorwe
What is the cause | if it be for to telle That ye been in this furial pyne of helle Quod Canacee | vn to this hauk aboue Is this for sorwe
of deeth | or los of loue For as I trowe | thise been causes two That causen moost | a gentil herte wo Of oother harm | it nedeth nat to speke For ye your self | vp on yow self yow wreke (V.
Be glad, thow redere, and thy sorwe
of-caste; Al open am I--passe in, and sped thee faste
Cryinge and care, chydynge and ches And sad sorwe
to hem I sende, Za, lowde lesyngys lacchyd in les, Of talys vntrewe is al my mende.
This present tense has a strong beating on the rest of the story, for if Troilus could in a single view have weighed his "present gladnesse" against his "double sorwe
," he may have concluded that it is better never to have loved at all.
The grace in the Hereford MS is transcribed in Carleton Brown, A Register of Middle English Religious and Didactic Verse, 2 vols (London, 1916), I, 446, as follows: 'Ihc that the bred brac/To hys deciplys there he sat/In his holy sene/Blesse now wo<> mee<>/And all that therof ete/And schylde us from sorwe