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tyranny; lawlessness spread in the track of the French wars, and the Black Death shook the foundations of all customary morality. Peace comes into Parliament in the Vision to make complaint against Wrong, who has taken away his wife against his will, drives off his geese and pigs, borrows his grey horse and omits to return it, murders his farm labourers, lies with his maid, brawls in his markets, breaks up his barn door, and bears away his wheat. The king knew he said sooth, adds Langland.

A number of incidental touches in the poem serve to make up a picture of the fourteenth-century manor-house, wholly built of shining stone, fortified with a moat and pierced battlements, and made proof against the weather by its leaded roofs and glazed gables. Langland complains bitterly of the way in which the upper classes held themselves apart in these great houses. The porter keeps the gate keyed and clicketted; the hall is no longer a gathering place and a centre of hospitality, for the lord and lady do not care to sit in it.

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Where the old and simpler customs were kept up, the hall was filled at meal-times with strangers at the side table besides the guests at the high table, and even the floor was occupied by beggars, who sat boardless on the ground. England was famous all over the world for good eating and drinking, and the skill of its cooks. At table there are

Many sundry meats,
Mortrews and puddings,

Womb-clouts and wild brawn,

And eggs fried in grease,

Wine and wild fowl,

Red wine of Gascony,

Of the Rhine and the Rochel.

'Much mirth is among rich, as in meat and clothing,' Langland pathetically says. He mentions their silken hoods, their furred cloaks of fine cloth from South Italy, their silver girdles and silvergilt or gold buttons; and speaks of knights changing from silk robes into gilded armour.

And ye, lovely ladies,
With your long fingers,
Ye have silk and sendal,

To sew when time is.

The dress of one of the lovely ladies is described thus:

Her robe was full rich
Of red scarlet engrained,
With ribands of red gold
And of rich stones.
Fetously her fingers

Were fretted with gold wire,
And thereon red rubies

As red as any glede,

And diamonds of dearest price,

And double manner sapphires.

For their delectation the rich have all sorts of minstrels and jugglers, apewards, gleemen, fiddlers, harpers, players on the pipe and ghittern. One passage gives a picture of a feast in such a house on a winter's night, towards the holy time of Christmas, by the light of great twisted wax tapers.

At meat in their mirth,

When minstrels beth still,

Then telleth they of the Trinity

A tale other tway.

But meantime, Langland breaks out indignantly,

The careful may cry

And carpen at the gate,

Both ahungered and athirst,
And for chill quake;

Ne were mercy in mean men
More than in rich,

Mendinants meatless
Might go to bed.

For it is with the life of the poor labouring men and women, to whom he himself belonged, that Langland is throughout in sympathy; and their life was hard and piteous. No modern Socialist could put the claims of labour more trenchantly than this fourteenth-century poet.

Some putten them to the plough,
Playeden full seld,

In setting and sowing

Swonken full hard,

And wonnen that wasters

In gluttony destroyeth.

VOL. III.-NO. 13, N.S.

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The ninety-six statutory holidays of the medieval year must have shrunk at this time to very small compass. But the state- ! ment of the right of men to play, to have reasonable leisure, to have joy in their lives, is something at once new and vital, and comes startlingly to the heart of the matter.

The poor dare plead

And prove by pure reason

To have allowance of his lord;
By the law he it claimeth.
Joy, that never joy had,

Of rightful judge he asketh,
That all their life have lived
In languor and in default.
But God sent them sometime
Some manner joy

Either here or elsewhere,

Nature would it never.

In its daring and simplicity this passage may well be set beside another, in which the latent republicanism of the Middle Ages is incisively expressed.

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And another of splendid invective against the rich, who think (in a phrase familiar to modern ears) that a man may do as he likes with his own.

I rede you, rich,

Haveth ruth of the poor:

Though ye be true of your tongue

And truly win

And as chaste as a child

That in church weepeth,

But if ye love loyally,

And lend the poor,

Such good as God you sent

Goodly parteth,

Ye have no more merit

In mass nor in hours

Than Malkin of her maidenhood,

That no man desireth.

The life of the agricultural labourer, as we see it in 'Piers Ploughman,' seems almost exactly like what it is at the present day in the southern counties.

And again:

As

Ere I have bread of meal

Oft might I sweat,

And ere the commune have corn enough,
Many a cold morning.

Poor people of thy prisoners,

Lord, in the pit of mischief
Comfort those creatures

That much care sufferen

Thorough dearth, thorough drought,

All their days here:

Woe in winter times

For wanting of clothes,

And in summer time seldom

Suppen to the full,

The housing of the labourer was, as it is now, scandalous.

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now, also, the labourer was hopelessly entangled by the petty usurer. Evermore needy, and seldom dieth he out of debt.'

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This was the lot of the common manorial labourer, practically a serf on the manor, but having, to set off against this, regular employment and certain customary relief.

An hind that had

His hire ere he begun,

When he hath done his devoir well

Men doth him other bounty,

Giveth him a coat above his covenant.

Even worse off, though with a certain solace of freedom in his life, was the beggar (of whom there were thousands), or the labourer who could only find casual employment,

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Athirst sore, and ahungered,

And foul y-rebuked

And a-rated of rich men

That ruth is to hear.

Between the rich and the poor, however, was the large body of handicraftsmen, skilled workers at some indoor or outdoor trade. These are represented as well off, and living in a coarse but effective comfort. There was, I should think, hardly a handicraft then practised in England which is not alluded to by Langland. Sometimes they come in great swarths

Bakers and brewsters,
And botchers many,
Woollen websters

And weavers of linen,

Tailors and tinkers

And tollers in markets,
Masons and miners,

And many other crafts.

Sometimes they are mentioned singly, ploughmen, carters, haywards, wattlers and whitewashers of walls, shoemakers, cooks, taverners, needlers (i.e. embroiderers), ratcatchers, ropespinners, and a score of other trades.

Even Langland's sympathy with the poor is not in the least tinged with sentimentalism. He touches off the whining beggar with as keen a satire as Dickens. When the order goes out for all men to work with Piers—

Then were faitors afeared
And feigned them blind:

Some laid their legs a leery

As such losels konreth,

And made their moan to Piers

And prayed him of grace,

For we have no limbs to labour with,

Lord, y-graced be thee!

And we pray for you, Piers,

And for your plough both,

That God of his grace

Your grain multiply,

And yield you for your alms

That you give us here;

For we may not swink nor sweat,

Such sickness us aileth.'

When Piers insists on a labour test for relief, these sturdy knaves change their whining for abuse and threats. At first he appeals to the knight, who represents the governing class, for help.

He

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