Piers Plowman - Maybe You Like It

Passus Nine
9.001: "Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, "noght a day hennes
9.002: In a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.
9.003: Of erthe and eyr is it maad, medled togideres,
9.004: With wynd and with water wittily enjoyned.
9.005: Kynde hath closed therinne craftily withalle
9.006: A lemman that he loveth lik to hymselve.
9.007: Anima she hatte; [to hir hath envye]
9.008: A proud prikere of Fraunce, Princeps huius mundi,
9.009: And wolde wynne hire awey with wiles and he myghte.
9.010: "Ac Kynde knoweth this wel and kepeth hire the bettre,
9.011: And hath doon hire with Sire Dowel, Duc of thise marches.
9.012: Dobet is hire damyselle, Sire Doweles doughter,
9.013: To serven this Iady leelly bothe late and rathe.
9.014: Dobest is above bothe, a bisshopes peere;
9.015: That he bit moot be do — he [bidd]eth hem alle.
9.016: [By his leryng] is lad [that lady Anima].
9.017: "Ac the Constable of that castel, that kepeth [hem alle],
9.018: Is a wis knyght withalle — Sire Inwit he hatte,
9.019: And hath fyve faire sones by his firste wyve:
9.020: Sire Se-wel, and Sey-wel, and Here-wel the hende,
9.021: Sire Werch-wel-with-thyn-hand, a wight man of strengthe,
9.022: And Sire Godefray Go-wel — grete lordes [alle].
9.023: Thise sixe ben set to save this lady Anima
9.024: Til Kynde come or sende to kepen hire hymselve.'
9.025: "What kynnes thyng is Kynde?' quod, "kanstow me telle?'
9.026: " Kynde,' quod Wit, "is creatour of alle kynnes thynges,
9.027: Fader and formour of al that evere was maked —
9.028: And that is the grete God that gynnyng hadde nevere,
9.029: Lord of lif and of light, of lisse and of peyne.
9.030: Aungeles and alle thyng arn at his wille,
9.031: Ac man is hym moost lik of marc and of shape.
9.032: For thorugh the word that he [warp] woxen forth beestes:
9.032: Dixit et facta sunt.
9.033: "A[c] he made man [moost] li[k] to hymself,
9.034: And Eve of his ryb bon withouten any mene.
9.035: For he was synguler hymself and seide Eaciamus —
9.036: As who seith, "" Moore moot herto than my word oone:
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