THE PROLOGUE.
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| WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet |
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| The drought of March hath pierced to the root, |
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| And bathed every vein in such licour, |
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| Of which virtue engender'd is the flower; |
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| When Zephyrus eke with his swoote breath |
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| Inspired hath in every holt* and heath *grove, forest |
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| The tender croppes* and the younge sun *twigs, boughs |
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| Hath in the Ram <1> his halfe course y-run, |
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| And smalle fowles make melody, |
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| That sleepen all the night with open eye, |
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| (So pricketh them nature in their corages*); *hearts, inclinations |
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| Then longe folk to go on pilgrimages, |
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| And palmers <2> for to seeke strange strands, |
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| To *ferne hallows couth* in sundry lands; *distant saints known*<3> |
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| And specially, from every shire's end |
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| Of Engleland, to Canterbury they wend, |
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| The holy blissful Martyr for to seek, |
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| That them hath holpen*, when that they were sick. *helped |
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| Befell that, in that season on a day, |
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| In Southwark at the Tabard <4> as I lay, |
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| Ready to wenden on my pilgrimage |
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| To Canterbury with devout corage, |
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| At night was come into that hostelry |
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| Well nine and twenty in a company |
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| Of sundry folk, *by aventure y-fall *who had by chance fallen |
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| In fellowship*, and pilgrims were they all, into company.* <5> |
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| That toward Canterbury woulde ride. |
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| The chamber, and the stables were wide, |
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| And *well we weren eased at the best.* *we were well provided |
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| And shortly, when the sunne was to rest, with the best* |
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| So had I spoken with them every one, |
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| That I was of their fellowship anon, |
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| And made forword* early for to rise, *promise |
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| To take our way there as I you devise*. *describe, relate |
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| A KNIGHT there was, and that a worthy man, |
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| That from the time that he first began |
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| To riden out, he loved chivalry, |
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| Truth and honour, freedom and courtesy. |
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| Full worthy was he in his Lorde's war, |
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| And thereto had he ridden, no man farre*, *farther |
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| As well in Christendom as in Heatheness, |
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| And ever honour'd for his worthiness |
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| At Alisandre <6> he was when it was won. |
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| Full often time he had the board begun |
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| Above alle nations in Prusse.<7> |
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| In Lettowe had he reysed,* and in Russe, *journeyed |
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| No Christian man so oft of his degree. |
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| In Grenade at the siege eke had he be |
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| Of Algesir, and ridden in Belmarie. <8> |
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| At Leyes was he, and at Satalie, |
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| When they were won; and in the Greate Sea |
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| At many a noble army had he be. |
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| At mortal battles had he been fifteen, |
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| And foughten for our faith at Tramissene. |
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| In listes thries, and aye slain his foe. |
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| This ilke* worthy knight had been also *same <9> |
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| Some time with the lord of Palatie, |
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| Against another heathen in Turkie: |
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| And evermore *he had a sovereign price*. *He was held in very |
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| And though that he was worthy he was wise, high esteem.* |
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| And of his port as meek as is a maid. |
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| He never yet no villainy ne said |
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| In all his life, unto no manner wight. |
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| He was a very perfect gentle knight. |
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| But for to telle you of his array, |
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| His horse was good, but yet he was not gay. |
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| Of fustian he weared a gipon*, *short doublet |
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| Alle *besmotter'd with his habergeon,* *soiled by his coat of mail.* |
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| For he was late y-come from his voyage, |
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| And wente for to do his pilgrimage. |
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| With him there was his son, a younge SQUIRE, |
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| A lover, and a lusty bacheler, |
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| With lockes crulle* as they were laid in press. *curled |
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| Of twenty year of age he was I guess. |
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| Of his stature he was of even length, |
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| And *wonderly deliver*, and great of strength. *wonderfully nimble* |
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| And he had been some time in chevachie*, *cavalry raids |
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| In Flanders, in Artois, and Picardie, |
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| And borne him well, *as of so little space*, *in such a short time* |
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| In hope to standen in his lady's grace. |
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| Embroider'd was he, as it were a mead |
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| All full of freshe flowers, white and red. |
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| Singing he was, or fluting all the day; |
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| He was as fresh as is the month of May. |
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| Short was his gown, with sleeves long and wide. |
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| Well could he sit on horse, and faire ride. |
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| He coulde songes make, and well indite, |
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| Joust, and eke dance, and well pourtray and write. |
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| So hot he loved, that by nightertale* *night-time |
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| He slept no more than doth the nightingale. |
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| Courteous he was, lowly, and serviceable, |
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| And carv'd before his father at the table.<10> |
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| A YEOMAN had he, and servants no mo' |
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| At that time, for *him list ride so* *it pleased him so to ride* |
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| And he was clad in coat and hood of green. |
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| A sheaf of peacock arrows<11> bright and keen |
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| Under his belt he bare full thriftily. |
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| Well could he dress his tackle yeomanly: |
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| His arrows drooped not with feathers low; |
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| And in his hand he bare a mighty bow. |
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| A nut-head <12> had he, with a brown visiage: |
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| Of wood-craft coud* he well all the usage: *knew |
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| Upon his arm he bare a gay bracer*, *small shield |
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| And by his side a sword and a buckler, |
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| And on that other side a gay daggere, |
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| Harnessed well, and sharp as point of spear: |
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| A Christopher on his breast of silver sheen. |
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| An horn he bare, the baldric was of green: |
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| A forester was he soothly* as I guess. *certainly |
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| There was also a Nun, a PRIORESS, |
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| That of her smiling was full simple and coy; |
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| Her greatest oathe was but by Saint Loy; |
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| And she was cleped* Madame Eglentine. *called |
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| Full well she sang the service divine, |
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| Entuned in her nose full seemly; |
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| And French she spake full fair and fetisly* *properly |
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| After the school of Stratford atte Bow, |
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| For French of Paris was to her unknow. |
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| At meate was she well y-taught withal; |
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| She let no morsel from her lippes fall, |
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| Nor wet her fingers in her sauce deep. |
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| Well could she carry a morsel, and well keep, |
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| That no droppe ne fell upon her breast. |
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| In courtesy was set full much her lest*. *pleasure |
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| Her over-lippe wiped she so clean, |
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| That in her cup there was no farthing* seen *speck |
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| Of grease, when she drunken had her draught; |
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| Full seemely after her meat she raught*: *reached out her hand |
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| And *sickerly she was of great disport*, *surely she was of a lively |
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| And full pleasant, and amiable of port, disposition* |
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| And *pained her to counterfeite cheer *took pains to assume |
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| Of court,* and be estately of mannere, a courtly disposition* |
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| And to be holden digne* of reverence. *worthy |
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| But for to speaken of her conscience, |
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| She was so charitable and so pitous,* *full of pity |
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| She woulde weep if that she saw a mouse |
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| Caught in a trap, if it were dead or bled. |
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| Of smalle houndes had she, that she fed |
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| With roasted flesh, and milk, and *wastel bread.* *finest white bread* |
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| But sore she wept if one of them were dead, |
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| Or if men smote it with a yarde* smart: *staff |
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| And all was conscience and tender heart. |
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| Full seemly her wimple y-pinched was; |
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| Her nose tretis;* her eyen gray as glass;<13> *well-formed |
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| Her mouth full small, and thereto soft and red; |
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| But sickerly she had a fair forehead. |
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| It was almost a spanne broad I trow; |
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| For *hardily she was not undergrow*. *certainly she was not small* |
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| Full fetis* was her cloak, as I was ware. *neat |
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| Of small coral about her arm she bare |
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| A pair of beades, gauded all with green; |
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| And thereon hung a brooch of gold full sheen, |
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| On which was first y-written a crown'd A, |
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| And after, *Amor vincit omnia.* *love conquers all* |
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| Another Nun also with her had she, |
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| [That was her chapelleine, and PRIESTES three.] |
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| A MONK there was, a fair *for the mast'ry*, *above all others*<14> |
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| An out-rider, that loved venery*; *hunting |
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| A manly man, to be an abbot able. |
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| Full many a dainty horse had he in stable: |
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| And when he rode, men might his bridle hear |
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| Jingeling <15> in a whistling wind as clear, |
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| And eke as loud, as doth the chapel bell, |
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| There as this lord was keeper of the cell. |
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| The rule of Saint Maur and of Saint Benet, <16> |
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| Because that it was old and somedeal strait |
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| This ilke* monk let olde thinges pace, *same |
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| And held after the newe world the trace. |
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| He *gave not of the text a pulled hen,* *he cared nothing |
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| That saith, that hunters be not holy men: for the text* |
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| Ne that a monk, when he is cloisterless; |
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| Is like to a fish that is waterless; |
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| This is to say, a monk out of his cloister. |
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| This ilke text held he not worth an oyster; |
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| And I say his opinion was good. |
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| Why should he study, and make himselfe wood* *mad <17> |
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| Upon a book in cloister always pore, |
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| Or swinken* with his handes, and labour, *toil |
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| As Austin bid? how shall the world be served? |
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| Let Austin have his swink to him reserved. |
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| Therefore he was a prickasour* aright: *hard rider |
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| Greyhounds he had as swift as fowl of flight; |
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| Of pricking* and of hunting for the hare *riding |
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| Was all his lust,* for no cost would he spare. *pleasure |
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I saw his sleeves *purfil'd at the hand *worked at the end with a |
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| With gris,* and that the finest of the land. fur called "gris"* |
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| And for to fasten his hood under his chin, |
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| He had of gold y-wrought a curious pin; |
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| A love-knot in the greater end there was. |
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| His head was bald, and shone as any glass, |
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| And eke his face, as it had been anoint; |
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| He was a lord full fat and in good point; |
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| His eyen steep,* and rolling in his head, *deep-set |
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| That steamed as a furnace of a lead. |
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| His bootes supple, his horse in great estate, |
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| Now certainly he was a fair prelate; |
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| He was not pale as a forpined* ghost; *wasted |
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| A fat swan lov'd he best of any roast. |
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| His palfrey was as brown as is a berry. |
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| A FRIAR there was, a wanton and a merry, |
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| A limitour <18>, a full solemne man. |
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| In all the orders four is none that can* *knows |
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| So much of dalliance and fair language. |
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| He had y-made full many a marriage |
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| Of younge women, at his owen cost. |
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| Unto his order he was a noble post; |
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| Full well belov'd, and familiar was he |
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| With franklins *over all* in his country, *everywhere* |
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| And eke with worthy women of the town: |
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| For he had power of confession, |
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| As said himselfe, more than a curate, |
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| For of his order he was licentiate. |
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| Full sweetely heard he confession, |
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| And pleasant was his absolution. |
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| He was an easy man to give penance, |
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| *There as he wist to have a good pittance:* *where he know he would |
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| For unto a poor order for to give get good payment* |
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| Is signe that a man is well y-shrive. |
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| For if he gave, he *durste make avant*, *dared to boast* |
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| He wiste* that the man was repentant. *knew |
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| For many a man so hard is of his heart, |
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| He may not weep although him sore smart. |
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| Therefore instead of weeping and prayeres, |
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| Men must give silver to the poore freres. |
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| His tippet was aye farsed* full of knives *stuffed |
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| And pinnes, for to give to faire wives; |
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| And certainly he had a merry note: |
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| Well could he sing and playen *on a rote*; *from memory* |
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| Of yeddings* he bare utterly the prize. *songs |
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| His neck was white as is the fleur-de-lis. |
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| Thereto he strong was as a champion, |
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| And knew well the taverns in every town. |
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| And every hosteler and gay tapstere, |
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| Better than a lazar* or a beggere, *leper |
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| For unto such a worthy man as he |
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| Accordeth not, as by his faculty, |
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| To have with such lazars acquaintance. |
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| It is not honest, it may not advance, |
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| As for to deale with no such pouraille*, *offal, refuse |
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| But all with rich, and sellers of vitaille*. *victuals |
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| And *ov'r all there as* profit should arise, *in every place where& |
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| Courteous he was, and lowly of service; |
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| There n'as no man nowhere so virtuous. |
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| He was the beste beggar in all his house: |
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| And gave a certain farme for the grant, <19> |
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| None of his bretheren came in his haunt. |
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| For though a widow hadde but one shoe, |
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| So pleasant was his In Principio,<20> |
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| Yet would he have a farthing ere he went; |
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| His purchase was well better than his rent. |
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| And rage he could and play as any whelp, |
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| In lovedays <21>; there could he muchel* help. *greatly |
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| For there was he not like a cloisterer, |
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| With threadbare cope as is a poor scholer; |
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| But he was like a master or a pope. |
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| Of double worsted was his semicope*, *short cloak |
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| That rounded was as a bell out of press. |
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| Somewhat he lisped for his wantonness, |
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| To make his English sweet upon his tongue; |
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| And in his harping, when that he had sung, |
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| His eyen* twinkled in his head aright, *eyes |
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| As do the starres in a frosty night. |
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| This worthy limitour <18> was call'd Huberd. |
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| A MERCHANT was there with a forked beard, |
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| In motley, and high on his horse he sat, |
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| Upon his head a Flandrish beaver hat. |
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| His bootes clasped fair and fetisly*. *neatly |
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| His reasons aye spake he full solemnly, |
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| Sounding alway th' increase of his winning. |
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| He would the sea were kept <22> for any thing |
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| Betwixte Middleburg and Orewell<23> |
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| Well could he in exchange shieldes* sell *crown coins <24> |
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| This worthy man full well his wit beset*; *employed |
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| There wiste* no wight** that he was in debt, *knew **man |
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| So *estately was he of governance* *so well he managed* |
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| With his bargains, and with his chevisance*. *business contract |
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| For sooth he was a worthy man withal, |
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| But sooth to say, I n'ot* how men him call. *know not |
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| A CLERK there was of Oxenford* also, *Oxford |
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| That unto logic hadde long y-go*. *devoted himself |
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| As leane was his horse as is a rake, |
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| And he was not right fat, I undertake; |
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| But looked hollow*, and thereto soberly**. *thin; **poorly |
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| Full threadbare was his *overest courtepy*, *uppermost short cloak* |
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| For he had gotten him yet no benefice, |
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| Ne was not worldly, to have an office. |
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| For him was lever* have at his bed's head *rather |
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| Twenty bookes, clothed in black or red, |
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| Of Aristotle, and his philosophy, |
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| Than robes rich, or fiddle, or psalt'ry. |
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| But all be that he was a philosopher, |
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| Yet hadde he but little gold in coffer, |
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| But all that he might of his friendes hent*, *obtain |
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| On bookes and on learning he it spent, |
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| And busily gan for the soules pray |
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| Of them that gave him <25> wherewith to scholay* *study |
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| Of study took he moste care and heed. |
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| Not one word spake he more than was need; |
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| And that was said in form and reverence, |
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| And short and quick, and full of high sentence. |
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| Sounding in moral virtue was his speech, |
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| And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach. |
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| A SERGEANT OF THE LAW, wary and wise, |
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| That often had y-been at the Parvis, <26> |
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| There was also, full rich of excellence. |
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| Discreet he was, and of great reverence: |
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| He seemed such, his wordes were so wise, |
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| Justice he was full often in assize, |
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| By patent, and by plein* commission; *full |
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| For his science, and for his high renown, |
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| Of fees and robes had he many one. |
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| So great a purchaser was nowhere none. |
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| All was fee simple to him, in effect |
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| His purchasing might not be in suspect* *suspicion |
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| Nowhere so busy a man as he there was |
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| And yet he seemed busier than he was |
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| In termes had he case' and doomes* all *judgements |
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| That from the time of King Will. were fall. |
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| Thereto he could indite, and make a thing |
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| There coulde no wight *pinch at* his writing. *find fault with* |
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| And every statute coud* he plain by rote *knew |
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| He rode but homely in a medley* coat, *multicoloured |
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| Girt with a seint* of silk, with barres small; *sash |
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| Of his array tell I no longer tale. |
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| A FRANKELIN* was in this company; *Rich landowner |
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| White was his beard, as is the daisy. |
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| Of his complexion he was sanguine. |
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| Well lov'd he in the morn a sop in wine. |
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| To liven in delight was ever his won*, *wont |
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| For he was Epicurus' owen son, |
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| That held opinion, that plein* delight *full |
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| Was verily felicity perfite. |
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| An householder, and that a great, was he; |
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| Saint Julian<27> he was in his country. |
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| His bread, his ale, was alway *after one*; *pressed on one* |
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| A better envined* man was nowhere none; *stored with wine |
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| Withoute bake-meat never was his house, |
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| Of fish and flesh, and that so plenteous, |
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| It snowed in his house of meat and drink, |
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| Of alle dainties that men coulde think. |
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| After the sundry seasons of the year, |
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| So changed he his meat and his soupere. |
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| Full many a fat partridge had he in mew*, *cage <28> |
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| And many a bream, and many a luce* in stew**<29> *pike **fish-pond |
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| Woe was his cook, *but if* his sauce were *unless* |
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| Poignant and sharp, and ready all his gear. |
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| His table dormant* in his hall alway *fixed |
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| Stood ready cover'd all the longe day. |
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| At sessions there was he lord and sire. |
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| Full often time he was *knight of the shire* *Member of Parliament* |
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| An anlace*, and a gipciere** all of silk, *dagger **purse |
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| Hung at his girdle, white as morning milk. |
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| A sheriff had he been, and a countour<30> |
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| Was nowhere such a worthy vavasour<31>. |
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An HABERDASHER, and a CARPENTER, |
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| A WEBBE*, a DYER, and a TAPISER**, *weaver **tapestry-maker |
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| Were with us eke, cloth'd in one livery, |
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| Of a solemn and great fraternity. |
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| Full fresh and new their gear y-picked* was. *spruce |
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| Their knives were y-chaped* not with brass, *mounted |
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| But all with silver wrought full clean and well, |
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| Their girdles and their pouches *every deal*. *in every part* |
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| Well seemed each of them a fair burgess, |
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| To sitten in a guild-hall, on the dais. <32> |
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| Evereach, for the wisdom that he can*, *knew |
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| Was shapely* for to be an alderman. *fitted |
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| For chattels hadde they enough and rent, |
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| And eke their wives would it well assent: |
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| And elles certain they had been to blame. |
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| It is full fair to be y-clep'd madame, |
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| And for to go to vigils all before, |
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| And have a mantle royally y-bore.<33> |
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| A SHIPMAN was there, *wonned far by West*: *who dwelt far |
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| For ought I wot, be was of Dartemouth. to the West* |
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| He rode upon a rouncy*, as he couth, *hack |
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| All in a gown of falding* to the knee. *coarse cloth |
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| A dagger hanging by a lace had he |
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| About his neck under his arm adown; |
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| The hot summer had made his hue all brown; |
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| And certainly he was a good fellaw. |
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| Full many a draught of wine he had y-draw |
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| From Bourdeaux-ward, while that the chapmen sleep; |
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| Of nice conscience took he no keep. |
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| If that he fought, and had the higher hand, |
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| *By water he sent them home to every land.* *he drowned his |
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| But of his craft to reckon well his tides, prisoners* |
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| His streames and his strandes him besides, |
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| His herberow*, his moon, and lodemanage**, *harbourage |
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| There was none such, from Hull unto Carthage **pilotage<35> |
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| Hardy he was, and wise, I undertake: |
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| With many a tempest had his beard been shake. |
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| He knew well all the havens, as they were, |
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| From Scotland to the Cape of Finisterre, |
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| And every creek in Bretagne and in Spain: |
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| His barge y-cleped was the Magdelain. |
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| With us there was a DOCTOR OF PHYSIC; |
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| In all this worlde was there none him like |
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| To speak of physic, and of surgery: |
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| For he was grounded in astronomy. |
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| He kept his patient a full great deal |
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| In houres by his magic natural. |
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| Well could he fortune* the ascendent *make fortunate |
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| Of his images for his patient,. |
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| He knew the cause of every malady, |
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| Were it of cold, or hot, or moist, or dry, |
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| And where engender'd, and of what humour. |
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| He was a very perfect practisour |
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| The cause y-know,* and of his harm the root, *known |
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| Anon he gave to the sick man his boot* *remedy |
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| Full ready had he his apothecaries, |
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| To send his drugges and his lectuaries |
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| For each of them made other for to win |
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| Their friendship was not newe to begin |
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| Well knew he the old Esculapius, |
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| And Dioscorides, and eke Rufus; |
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| Old Hippocras, Hali, and Gallien; |
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| Serapion, Rasis, and Avicen; |
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| Averrois, Damascene, and Constantin; |
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| Bernard, and Gatisden, and Gilbertin. <36> |
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| Of his diet measurable was he, |
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| For it was of no superfluity, |
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| But of great nourishing, and digestible. |
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| His study was but little on the Bible. |
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| In sanguine* and in perse** he clad was all *red **blue |
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| Lined with taffeta, and with sendall*. *fine silk |
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| And yet *he was but easy of dispense*: *he spent very little* |
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| He kept *that he won in the pestilence*. *the money he made |
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| For gold in physic is a cordial; during the plague* |
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| Therefore he loved gold in special. |
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| A good WIFE was there OF beside BATH, |
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| But she was somedeal deaf, and that was scath*. *damage; pity |
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| Of cloth-making she hadde such an haunt*, *skill |
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| She passed them of Ypres, and of Gaunt. <37> |
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| In all the parish wife was there none, |
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| That to the off'ring* before her should gon, *the offering at mass |
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| And if there did, certain so wroth was she, |
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| That she was out of alle charity |
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| Her coverchiefs* were full fine of ground *head-dresses |
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| I durste swear, they weighede ten pound <38> |
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| That on the Sunday were upon her head. |
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| Her hosen weren of fine scarlet red, |
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| Full strait y-tied, and shoes full moist* and new *fresh <39> |
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| Bold was her face, and fair and red of hue. |
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| She was a worthy woman all her live, |
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| Husbands at the church door had she had five, |
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| Withouten other company in youth; |
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| But thereof needeth not to speak as nouth*. *now |
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| And thrice had she been at Jerusalem; |
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| She hadde passed many a strange stream |
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| At Rome she had been, and at Bologne, |
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| In Galice at Saint James, <40> and at Cologne; |
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| She coude* much of wand'rng by the Way. *knew |
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| Gat-toothed* was she, soothly for to say. *Buck-toothed<41> |
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| Upon an ambler easily she sat, |
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| Y-wimpled well, and on her head an hat |
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| As broad as is a buckler or a targe. |
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| A foot-mantle about her hippes large, |
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| And on her feet a pair of spurres sharp. |
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| In fellowship well could she laugh and carp* *jest, talk |
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| Of remedies of love she knew perchance |
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| For of that art she coud* the olde dance. *knew |
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| A good man there was of religion, |
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| That was a poore PARSON of a town: |
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| But rich he was of holy thought and werk*. *work |
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| He was also a learned man, a clerk, |
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| That Christe's gospel truly woulde preach. |
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| His parishens* devoutly would he teach. *parishioners |
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| Benign he was, and wonder diligent, |
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| And in adversity full patient: |
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| And such he was y-proved *often sithes*. *oftentimes* |
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| Full loth were him to curse for his tithes, |
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| But rather would he given out of doubt, |
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| Unto his poore parishens about, |
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| Of his off'ring, and eke of his substance. |
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| *He could in little thing have suffisance*. *he was satisfied with |
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| Wide was his parish, and houses far asunder, very little* |
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| But he ne left not, for no rain nor thunder, |
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| In sickness and in mischief to visit |
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| The farthest in his parish, *much and lit*, *great and small* |
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| Upon his feet, and in his hand a staff. |
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| This noble ensample to his sheep he gaf*, *gave |
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| That first he wrought, and afterward he taught. |
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| Out of the gospel he the wordes caught, |
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| And this figure he added yet thereto, |
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| That if gold ruste, what should iron do? |
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| For if a priest be foul, on whom we trust, |
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| No wonder is a lewed* man to rust: *unlearned |
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| And shame it is, if that a priest take keep, |
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| To see a shitten shepherd and clean sheep: |
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| Well ought a priest ensample for to give, |
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| By his own cleanness, how his sheep should live. |
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| He sette not his benefice to hire, |
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| And left his sheep eucumber'd in the mire, |
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| And ran unto London, unto Saint Paul's, |
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| To seeke him a chantery<42> for souls, |
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| Or with a brotherhood to be withold:* *detained |
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| But dwelt at home, and kepte well his fold, |
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| So that the wolf ne made it not miscarry. |
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| He was a shepherd, and no mercenary. |
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| And though he holy were, and virtuous, |
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| He was to sinful men not dispitous* *severe |
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| Nor of his speeche dangerous nor dign* *disdainful |
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| But in his teaching discreet and benign. |
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| To drawen folk to heaven, with fairness, |
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| By good ensample, was his business: |
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| *But it were* any person obstinate, *but if it were* |
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| What so he were of high or low estate, |
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| Him would he snibbe* sharply for the nones**. *reprove **nonce,occasion |
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| A better priest I trow that nowhere none is. |
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| He waited after no pomp nor reverence, |
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| Nor maked him a *spiced conscience*, *artificial conscience* |
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| But Christe's lore, and his apostles' twelve, |
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| He taught, and first he follow'd it himselve. |
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| With him there was a PLOUGHMAN, was his brother, |
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| That had y-laid of dung full many a fother*. *ton |
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| A true swinker* and a good was he, *hard worker |
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| Living in peace and perfect charity. |
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| God loved he beste with all his heart |
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| At alle times, were it gain or smart*, *pain, loss |
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| And then his neighebour right as himselve. |
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| He woulde thresh, and thereto dike*, and delve, *dig ditches |
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| For Christe's sake, for every poore wight, |
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| Withouten hire, if it lay in his might. |
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| His tithes payed he full fair and well, |
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| Both of his *proper swink*, and his chattel** *his own labour* **goods |
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| In a tabard* he rode upon a mare. *sleeveless jerkin |
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| The MILLER was a stout carle for the nones, |
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| Full big he was of brawn, and eke of bones; |
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| That proved well, for *ov'r all where* he came, *wheresoever* |
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| At wrestling he would bear away the ram.<43> |
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| He was short-shouldered, broad, a thicke gnarr*, *stump of wood |
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| There was no door, that he n'old* heave off bar, *could not |
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| Or break it at a running with his head. |
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| His beard as any sow or fox was red, |
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| And thereto broad, as though it were a spade. |
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| Upon the cop* right of his nose he had *head <44> |
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| A wart, and thereon stood a tuft of hairs |
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| Red as the bristles of a sowe's ears. |
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| His nose-thirles* blacke were and wide. *nostrils <45> |
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| A sword and buckler bare he by his side. |
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| His mouth as wide was as a furnace. |
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| He was a jangler, and a goliardais*, *buffoon <46> |
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| And that was most of sin and harlotries. |
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| Well could he steale corn, and tolle thrice |
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| And yet he had a thumb of gold, pardie.<47> |
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| A white coat and a blue hood weared he |
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| A baggepipe well could he blow and soun', |
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| And therewithal he brought us out of town. |
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| A gentle MANCIPLE <48> was there of a temple, |
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| Of which achatours* mighte take ensample *buyers |
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| For to be wise in buying of vitaille*. *victuals |
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| For whether that he paid, or took *by taile*, *on credit |
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| Algate* he waited so in his achate**, *always **purchase |
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| That he was aye before in good estate. |
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| Now is not that of God a full fair grace |
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| That such a lewed* mannes wit shall pace** *unlearned **surpass |
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| The wisdom of an heap of learned men? |
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|
| Of masters had he more than thries ten, |
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| That were of law expert and curious: |
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| Of which there was a dozen in that house, |
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| Worthy to be stewards of rent and land |
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| Of any lord that is in Engleland, |
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| To make him live by his proper good, |
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| In honour debtless, *but if he were wood*, *unless he were mad* |
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| Or live as scarcely as him list desire; |
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| And able for to helpen all a shire |
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| In any case that mighte fall or hap; |
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|
| And yet this Manciple *set their aller cap* *outwitted them all* |
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| The REEVE <49> was a slender choleric man |
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| His beard was shav'd as nigh as ever he can. |
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| His hair was by his eares round y-shorn; |
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| His top was docked like a priest beforn |
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|
| Full longe were his legges, and full lean |
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|
| Y-like a staff, there was no calf y-seen |
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|
| Well could he keep a garner* and a bin* *storeplaces for grain |
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| There was no auditor could on him win |
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|
| Well wist he by the drought, and by the rain, |
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|
| The yielding of his seed and of his grain |
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|
| His lorde's sheep, his neat*, and his dairy *cattle |
|
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| His swine, his horse, his store, and his poultry, |
|
|
| Were wholly in this Reeve's governing, |
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| And by his cov'nant gave he reckoning, |
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|
| Since that his lord was twenty year of age; |
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| There could no man bring him in arrearage |
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| There was no bailiff, herd, nor other hine* *servant |
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| That he ne knew his *sleight and his covine* *tricks and cheating* |
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| They were adrad* of him, as of the death *in dread |
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|
| His wonning* was full fair upon an heath *abode |
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| With greene trees y-shadow'd was his place. |
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|
| He coulde better than his lord purchase |
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| Full rich he was y-stored privily |
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| His lord well could he please subtilly, |
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| To give and lend him of his owen good, |
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| And have a thank, and yet* a coat and hood. *also |
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|
| In youth he learned had a good mistere* *trade |
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| He was a well good wright, a carpentere |
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|
| This Reeve sate upon a right good stot*, *steed |
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|
| That was all pomely* gray, and highte** Scot. *dappled **called |
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|
| A long surcoat of perse* upon he had, *sky-blue |
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| And by his side he bare a rusty blade. |
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|
| Of Norfolk was this Reeve, of which I tell, |
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|
| Beside a town men clepen* Baldeswell, *call |
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| Tucked he was, as is a friar, about, |
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| And ever rode the *hinderest of the rout*. *hindmost of the group* |
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| A SOMPNOUR* was there with us in that place, *summoner <50> |
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|
| That had a fire-red cherubinnes face, |
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|
| For sausefleme* he was, with eyen narrow. *red or pimply |
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| As hot he was and lecherous as a sparrow, |
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|
| With scalled browes black, and pilled* beard: *scanty |
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| Of his visage children were sore afeard. |
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|
| There n'as quicksilver, litharge, nor brimstone, |
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|
| Boras, ceruse, nor oil of tartar none, |
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| Nor ointement that woulde cleanse or bite, |
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|
| That him might helpen of his whelkes* white, *pustules |
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|
| Nor of the knobbes* sitting on his cheeks. *buttons |
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|
| Well lov'd he garlic, onions, and leeks, |
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|
| And for to drink strong wine as red as blood. |
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|
| Then would he speak, and cry as he were wood; |
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|
| And when that he well drunken had the wine, |
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|
| Then would he speake no word but Latin. |
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|
| A fewe termes knew he, two or three, |
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|
| That he had learned out of some decree; |
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|
| No wonder is, he heard it all the day. |
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|
| And eke ye knowen well, how that a jay |
|
|
| Can clepen* "Wat," as well as can the Pope. *call |
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|
| But whoso would in other thing him grope*, *search |
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|
| Then had he spent all his philosophy, |
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|
| Aye, Questio quid juris,<51> would he cry. |
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| He was a gentle harlot* and a kind; *a low fellow<52> |
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|
| A better fellow should a man not find. |
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|
| He woulde suffer, for a quart of wine, |
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|
| A good fellow to have his concubine |
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| A twelvemonth, and excuse him at the full. |
|
|
| Full privily a *finch eke could he pull*. *"fleece" a man* |
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|
| And if he found owhere* a good fellaw, *anywhere |
|
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| He woulde teache him to have none awe |
|
|
| In such a case of the archdeacon's curse; |
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|
| *But if* a manne's soul were in his purse; *unless* |
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| For in his purse he should y-punished be. |
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|
| "Purse is the archedeacon's hell," said he. |
|
|
| But well I wot, he lied right indeed: |
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|
| Of cursing ought each guilty man to dread, |
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|
| For curse will slay right as assoiling* saveth; *absolving |
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| And also 'ware him of a significavit<53>. |
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|
| In danger had he at his owen guise |
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|
| The younge girles of the diocese, <54> |
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|
| And knew their counsel, and was of their rede*. *counsel |
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|
| A garland had he set upon his head, |
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|
| As great as it were for an alestake*: *The post of an alehouse sign |
|
|
| A buckler had he made him of a cake. |
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|
| With him there rode a gentle PARDONERE <55> |
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|
| Of Ronceval, his friend and his compere, |
|
|
| That straight was comen from the court of Rome. |
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|
| Full loud he sang, "Come hither, love, to me" |
|
|
| This Sompnour *bare to him a stiff burdoun*, *sang the bass* |
|
|
| Was never trump of half so great a soun'. |
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|
| This Pardoner had hair as yellow as wax, |
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|
| But smooth it hung, as doth a strike* of flax: *strip |
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|
| By ounces hung his lockes that he had, |
|
|
| And therewith he his shoulders oversprad. |
|
|
| Full thin it lay, by culpons* one and one, *locks, shreds |
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| But hood for jollity, he weared none, |
|
|
| For it was trussed up in his wallet. |
|
|
| Him thought he rode all of the *newe get*, *latest fashion*<56> |
|
|
| Dishevel, save his cap, he rode all bare. |
|
|
| Such glaring eyen had he, as an hare. |
|
|
| A vernicle* had he sew'd upon his cap. *image of Christ <57> |
|
|
| His wallet lay before him in his lap, |
|
|
| Bretful* of pardon come from Rome all hot. *brimful |
|
|
| A voice he had as small as hath a goat. |
|
|
| No beard had he, nor ever one should have. |
|
|
| As smooth it was as it were new y-shave; |
|
|
| I trow he were a gelding or a mare. |
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|
| But of his craft, from Berwick unto Ware, |
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|
| Ne was there such another pardonere. |
|
|
| For in his mail* he had a pillowbere**, *bag <58> **pillowcase |
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|
| Which, as he saide, was our Lady's veil: |
|
|
| He said, he had a gobbet* of the sail *piece |
|
|
| That Sainte Peter had, when that he went |
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|
| Upon the sea, till Jesus Christ him hent*. *took hold of |
|
|
| He had a cross of latoun* full of stones, *copper |
|
|
| And in a glass he hadde pigge's bones. |
|
|
| But with these relics, whenne that he fond |
|
|
| A poore parson dwelling upon lond, |
|
|
| Upon a day he got him more money |
|
|
| Than that the parson got in moneths tway; |
|
|
| And thus with feigned flattering and japes*, *jests |
|
|
| He made the parson and the people his apes. |
|
|
| But truely to tellen at the last, |
|
|
| He was in church a noble ecclesiast. |
|
|
| Well could he read a lesson or a story, |
|
|
| But alderbest* he sang an offertory: *best of all |
|
|
| For well he wiste, when that song was sung, |
|
|
| He muste preach, and well afile* his tongue, *polish |
|
|
| To winne silver, as he right well could: |
|
|
| Therefore he sang full merrily and loud. |
|
|
|
|
| Now have I told you shortly in a clause |
|
|
| Th' estate, th' array, the number, and eke the cause |
|
|
| Why that assembled was this company |
|
|
| In Southwark at this gentle hostelry, |
|
|
| That highte the Tabard, fast by the Bell.<59> |
|
|
| But now is time to you for to tell |
|
|
| *How that we baren us that ilke night*, *what we did that same night* |
|
|
| When we were in that hostelry alight. |
|
|
| And after will I tell of our voyage, |
|
|
| And all the remnant of our pilgrimage. |
|
|
| But first I pray you of your courtesy, |
|
|
| That ye *arette it not my villainy*, *count it not rudeness in me* |
|
|
| Though that I plainly speak in this mattere. |
|
|
| To tellen you their wordes and their cheer; |
|
|
| Not though I speak their wordes properly. |
|
|
| For this ye knowen all so well as I, |
|
|
| Whoso shall tell a tale after a man, |
|
|
| He must rehearse, as nigh as ever he can, |
|
|
| Every word, if it be in his charge, |
|
|
| *All speak he* ne'er so rudely and so large; *let him speak* |
|
|
| Or elles he must tell his tale untrue, |
|
|
| Or feigne things, or finde wordes new. |
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|
| He may not spare, although he were his brother; |
|
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| He must as well say one word as another. |
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| Christ spake Himself full broad in Holy Writ, |
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| And well ye wot no villainy is it. |
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| Eke Plato saith, whoso that can him read, |
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| The wordes must be cousin to the deed. |
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| Also I pray you to forgive it me, |
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| *All have I* not set folk in their degree, *although I have* |
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| Here in this tale, as that they shoulden stand: |
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| My wit is short, ye may well understand. |
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| Great cheere made our Host us every one, |
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| And to the supper set he us anon: |
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| And served us with victual of the best. |
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| Strong was the wine, and well to drink us lest*. *pleased |
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| A seemly man Our Hoste was withal |
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| For to have been a marshal in an hall. |
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| A large man he was with eyen steep*, *deep-set. |
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| A fairer burgess is there none in Cheap<60>: |
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| Bold of his speech, and wise and well y-taught, |
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| And of manhoode lacked him right naught. |
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| Eke thereto was he right a merry man, |
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| And after supper playen he began, |
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| And spake of mirth amonges other things, |
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| When that we hadde made our reckonings; |
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| And saide thus; "Now, lordinges, truly |
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| Ye be to me welcome right heartily: |
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| For by my troth, if that I shall not lie, |
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| I saw not this year such a company |
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| At once in this herberow*, am is now. *inn <61> |
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| Fain would I do you mirth, an* I wist* how. *if I knew* |
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| And of a mirth I am right now bethought. |
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| To do you ease*, and it shall coste nought. *pleasure |
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| Ye go to Canterbury; God you speed, |
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| The blissful Martyr *quite you your meed*; *grant you what |
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| And well I wot, as ye go by the way, you deserve* |
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| Ye *shapen you* to talken and to play: *intend to* |
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| For truely comfort nor mirth is none |
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| To ride by the way as dumb as stone: |
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| And therefore would I make you disport, |
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| As I said erst, and do you some comfort. |
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| And if you liketh all by one assent |
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| Now for to standen at my judgement, |
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| And for to worken as I shall you say |
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| To-morrow, when ye riden on the way, |
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| Now by my father's soule that is dead, |
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| *But ye be merry, smiteth off* mine head. *unless you are merry, |
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| Hold up your hands withoute more speech. smite off my head* |
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| Our counsel was not longe for to seech*: *seek |
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| Us thought it was not worth to *make it wise*, *discuss it at length* |
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| And granted him withoute more avise*, *consideration |
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| And bade him say his verdict, as him lest. |
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| Lordings (quoth he), now hearken for the best; |
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| But take it not, I pray you, in disdain; |
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| This is the point, to speak it plat* and plain. *flat |
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| That each of you, to shorten with your way |
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| In this voyage, shall tellen tales tway, |
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| To Canterbury-ward, I mean it so, |
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| And homeward he shall tellen other two, |
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| Of aventures that whilom have befall. |
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| And which of you that bear'th him best of all, |
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| That is to say, that telleth in this case |
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| Tales of best sentence and most solace, |
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| Shall have a supper *at your aller cost* *at the cost of you all* |
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| Here in this place, sitting by this post, |
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| When that ye come again from Canterbury. |
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| And for to make you the more merry, |
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| I will myselfe gladly with you ride, |
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| Right at mine owen cost, and be your guide. |
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| And whoso will my judgement withsay, |
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| Shall pay for all we spenden by the way. |
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| And if ye vouchesafe that it be so, |
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| Tell me anon withoute wordes mo'*, *more |
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| And I will early shape me therefore." |
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| This thing was granted, and our oath we swore |
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| With full glad heart, and prayed him also, |
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| That he would vouchesafe for to do so, |
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| And that he woulde be our governour, |
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| And of our tales judge and reportour, |
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| And set a supper at a certain price; |
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| And we will ruled be at his device, |
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| In high and low: and thus by one assent, |
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| We be accorded to his judgement. |
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| And thereupon the wine was fet* anon. *fetched. |
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| We drunken, and to reste went each one, |
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| Withouten any longer tarrying |
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| A-morrow, when the day began to spring, |
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| Up rose our host, and was *our aller cock*, *the cock to wake us all* |
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| And gather'd us together in a flock, |
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| And forth we ridden all a little space, |
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| Unto the watering of Saint Thomas<62>: |
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| And there our host began his horse arrest, |
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| And saide; "Lordes, hearken if you lest. |
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| Ye *weet your forword,* and I it record. *know your promise* |
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| If even-song and morning-song accord, |
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| Let see now who shall telle the first tale. |
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| As ever may I drinke wine or ale, |
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| Whoso is rebel to my judgement, |
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| Shall pay for all that by the way is spent. |
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| Now draw ye cuts*, ere that ye farther twin**. *lots **go |
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| He which that hath the shortest shall begin." |
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| "Sir Knight (quoth he), my master and my lord, |
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| Now draw the cut, for that is mine accord. |
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| Come near (quoth he), my Lady Prioress, |
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| And ye, Sir Clerk, let be your shamefastness, |
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| Nor study not: lay hand to, every man." |
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| Anon to drawen every wight began, |
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| And shortly for to tellen as it was, |
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| Were it by a venture, or sort*, or cas**, *lot **chance |
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| The sooth is this, the cut fell to the Knight, |
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| Of which full blithe and glad was every wight; |
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| And tell he must his tale as was reason, |
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| By forword, and by composition, |
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| As ye have heard; what needeth wordes mo'? |
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| And when this good man saw that it was so, |
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| As he that wise was and obedient |
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| To keep his forword by his free assent, |
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| He said; "Sithen* I shall begin this game, *since |
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| Why, welcome be the cut in Godde's name. |
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| Now let us ride, and hearken what I say." |
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| And with that word we ridden forth our way; |
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| And he began with right a merry cheer |
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| His tale anon, and said as ye shall hear. |
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