. Old love stories retold. lovers, or three, and their lordsalso thereto. Thither go the gold, and the silver,and cloth of vair, and cloth of gris, and harpers,and makers, and the princes of this world. Withthese I would gladly go, let me but have with meNicolete, my sweetest lady. Aucassins defiance of priests as well as parentsis something more significant than the impulsiveutterance of wilful youth. It is at once, as Paterhas pointed out, illustrative of that humanisticrevolt against the ideals of Christian asceticismwhich even in the Middle Ages was already be-ginning — a revolt openly ack
. Old love stories retold. lovers, or three, and their lordsalso thereto. Thither go the gold, and the silver,and cloth of vair, and cloth of gris, and harpers,and makers, and the princes of this world. Withthese I would gladly go, let me but have with meNicolete, my sweetest lady. Aucassins defiance of priests as well as parentsis something more significant than the impulsiveutterance of wilful youth. It is at once, as Paterhas pointed out, illustrative of that humanisticrevolt against the ideals of Christian asceticismwhich even in the Middle Ages was already be-ginning — a revolt openly acknowledged in theso-called Renaissance — and a revolt growinglycharacteristic of our own time. The gospel ofthe Joy of Life is no mere heresy to-day. Ratherit may be said to be the prevailing faith. Aucas-sins spirited speech is no longer a lonely has become a creed. Finding Aucassin unshaken in his determina-tion, the Count his father bribes him with apromise that, if he will take the field, he shall be[36]. A icolete Weighs How She Mtuj Escape from fht Tower Aucassin and Nicoletepermitted to see Nicolete — even so long,Aucassin stipulates, that I may have of her twowords or three, and one kiss. The compactmade, Aucassin does so mightily with his hands against the enemy that he raises the siege andtakes prisoner the Count Bougars de the father refuses the agreed reward — andhere, after the charming manner of the old story-teller himself, we may leave prose awhile andcontinue the story in verse — the correct formulais Here one singeth : When the Count Garin doth know That his child would neer forego Love of her that loved him so, Nicolete, the bright of brow, In a dungeon deep below Childe Aucassin did he throw. Even there the Childe must dwell In a dun-walled marble cell. There he waileth in his woe, Crying thus as ye shall know:Nicolete, thou lily white. My sweet lady, bright of brow, Sweeter than the grape art thou. Sweeter than sack posset go
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