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But from the death of Holofernes learn. Amidst his host he lay drunk, on a night, Within his tent, as large as ever barn, And yet, for all his pomp and all his might, Judith, a woman, as he lay upright, Sleeping, smote off his head and from his tent Stole secretly away from every wight, And with the head to her own town she went. ANTIOCHUS EPIPHANES What needs it, as for King Antiochus, To tell his high and royal majesty, His great pride and his deeds so venomous? There never was another such as he. Go read what's said of him in Maccabee, And all the haughty sayings that he said, And how he fell from high prosperity, And on a hill how wretchedly lay dead. Fortune had so enhanced the man's great pride That verily he thought he might attain Unto the utter stars on every side, And in a balance weigh the high mountain, And all the floodtides of the sea restrain. The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 169And God's own people held he most in hate. Them would he slay with torment and with pain, Thinking that God his pride would not abate. And because Nicanor and Timothy Were vanquished by the Jews so mightily, Unto all Jews so great a hate had he That he bade bring his chariot hastily, And swore an oath and said, impiteously, That to Jerusalem he'd go ere noon To wreak his ire on it full cruelly; But from his purpose he was turned, and soon. God, for this menace, smote him then full sore With wound invisible, incurable, For in his guts he was so carved, aye more, The pain of it was insupportable. And certainly the thing was reasonable, For many a man's guts he had caused to pain; But from his purpose, cursed, damnable, In spite of all he would not him restrain. He gave command to marshal his great host, And suddenly, or ere he was aware, God daunted all his pride and all his boast. For he so heavily fell from his car That from his very bones the flesh did tear, So that he might not either walk or ride, But in a litter men were forced to bear Him with them, bruised upon the back and side. The wrath of God smote him so cruelly That through his body loathsome maggots crept; And therewithal he stank so horribly That none of those that round his person kept, Whether he lay awake or whether slept, Could, for the very stench of him, endure. In this foul state he wailed and howled and wept; That God was Lord of all he then was sure. To all his host and to himself also Full loathsome was his carrion, one great blain; There were no men could bear him to and fro. And in this stink and in this horrid pain He died full wretchedly on a mountain. Thus had this robber and this homicide, Who made so many men weep and complain, Such guerdon as belongs to too great pride. ALEXANDER Alexander's tale is so well known a tune That everyone who is not simple grown Has heard somewhat, or all, of his fortune This whole wide world, to state conclusion known, He won by strength, or else for his renown Right gladly men to sue for peace did send. The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 170The pride of man and beast he tumbled down Where'er he went, and that was the world's end. Comparison might never yet be staked Upon a single similar conquering power; For all this world in dread of him has quaked.