Section 2:
THE MILLER'S TALE.
THE MILLER'S TALE.
| THE PROLOGUE. |
| When that the Knight had thus his tale told |
| In all the rout was neither young nor old, |
| That he not said it was a noble story, |
| And worthy to be *drawen to memory*; *recorded* |
| And *namely the gentles* every one. *especially the gentlefolk* |
| Our Host then laugh'd and swore, "So may I gon,* *prosper |
| This goes aright; *unbuckled is the mail;* *the budget is opened* |
| Let see now who shall tell another tale: |
| For truely this game is well begun. |
| Now telleth ye, Sir Monk, if that ye conne*, *know |
| Somewhat, to quiten* with the Knighte's tale." *match |
| The Miller that fordrunken was all pale, |
| So that unnethes* upon his horse he sat, *with difficulty |
| He would avalen* neither hood nor hat, *uncover |
| Nor abide* no man for his courtesy, *give way to |
| But in Pilate's voice<1> he gan to cry, |
| And swore by armes, and by blood, and bones, |
| "I can a noble tale for the nones* *occasion, |
| With which I will now quite* the Knighte's tale." *match |
| Our Host saw well how drunk he was of ale, |
| And said; "Robin, abide, my leve* brother, *dear |
| Some better man shall tell us first another: |
| Abide, and let us worke thriftily." |
| By Godde's soul," quoth he, "that will not I, |
| For I will speak, or elles go my way!" |
| Our Host answer'd; "*Tell on a devil way*; *devil take you!* |
| Thou art a fool; thy wit is overcome." |
| "Now hearken," quoth the Miller, "all and some: |
| But first I make a protestatioun. |
| That I am drunk, I know it by my soun': |
| And therefore if that I misspeak or say, |
| *Wite it* the ale of Southwark, I you pray: *blame it on*<2> |
| For I will tell a legend and a life |
| Both of a carpenter and of his wife, |
| How that a clerk hath *set the wrighte's cap*." *fooled the carpenter* |
| The Reeve answer'd and saide, "*Stint thy clap*, *hold your tongue* |
| Let be thy lewed drunken harlotry. |
| It is a sin, and eke a great folly |
| To apeiren* any man, or him defame, *injure |
| And eke to bringe wives in evil name. |
| Thou may'st enough of other thinges sayn." |
| This drunken Miller spake full soon again, |
| And saide, "Leve brother Osewold, |
| Who hath no wife, he is no cuckold. |
| But I say not therefore that thou art one; |
| There be full goode wives many one. |
| Why art thou angry with my tale now? |
| I have a wife, pardie, as well as thou, |
| Yet *n'old I*, for the oxen in my plough, *I would not* |
| Taken upon me more than enough, |
| To deemen* of myself that I am one; *judge |
| I will believe well that I am none. |
| An husband should not be inquisitive |
| Of Godde's privity, nor of his wife. |
| So he may finde Godde's foison* there, *treasure |
| Of the remnant needeth not to enquere." |
| What should I more say, but that this Millere |
| He would his wordes for no man forbear, |
| But told his churlish* tale in his mannere; *boorish, rude |
| Me thinketh, that I shall rehearse it here. |
| And therefore every gentle wight I pray, |
| For Godde's love to deem not that I say |
| Of evil intent, but that I must rehearse |
| Their tales all, be they better or worse, |
| Or elles falsen* some of my mattere. *falsify |
| And therefore whoso list it not to hear, |
| Turn o'er the leaf, and choose another tale; |
| For he shall find enough, both great and smale, |
| Of storial* thing that toucheth gentiless, *historical, true |
| And eke morality and holiness. |
| Blame not me, if that ye choose amiss. |
| The Miller is a churl, ye know well this, |
| So was the Reeve, with many other mo', |
| And harlotry* they tolde bothe two. *ribald tales |
| *Avise you* now, and put me out of blame; *be warned* |
| And eke men should not make earnest of game*. *jest, fun |
| Notes to the Prologue to the Miller's Tale |
| 1. Pilate, an unpopular personage in the mystery-plays of the |
| middle ages, was probably represented as having a gruff, harsh |
| voice. |
| 2. Wite: blame; in Scotland, "to bear the wyte," is to bear the |
| blame. |
| THE TALE. |
| Whilom there was dwelling in Oxenford |
| A riche gnof*, that *guestes held to board*, *miser *took in boarders* |
| And of his craft he was a carpenter. |
| With him there was dwelling a poor scholer, |
| Had learned art, but all his fantasy |
| Was turned for to learn astrology. |
| He coude* a certain of conclusions *knew |
| To deeme* by interrogations, *determine |
| If that men asked him in certain hours, |
| When that men should have drought or elles show'rs: |
| Or if men asked him what shoulde fall |
| Of everything, I may not reckon all. |
| This clerk was called Hendy* Nicholas; *gentle, handsome |
| Of derne* love he knew and of solace; *secret, earnest |
| And therewith he was sly and full privy, |
| And like a maiden meek for to see. |
| A chamber had he in that hostelry |
| Alone, withouten any company, |
| Full *fetisly y-dight* with herbes swoot*, *neatly decorated* |
| And he himself was sweet as is the root *sweet |
| Of liquorice, or any setewall*. *valerian |
| His Almagest,<1> and bookes great and small, |
| His astrolabe,<2> belonging to his art, |
| His augrim stones,<3> layed fair apart |
| On shelves couched* at his bedde's head, *laid, set |
| His press y-cover'd with a falding* red. *coarse cloth |
| And all above there lay a gay psalt'ry |
| On which he made at nightes melody, |
| So sweetely, that all the chamber rang: |
| And Angelus ad virginem<4> he sang. |
| And after that he sung the kinge's note; |
| Full often blessed was his merry throat. |
| And thus this sweete clerk his time spent |
| After *his friendes finding and his rent.* *Attending to his friends, |
| This carpenter had wedded new a wife, |
| Which that he loved more than his life: |
| Of eighteen year, I guess, she was of age. |
| Jealous he was, and held her narr'w in cage, |
| For she was wild and young, and he was old, |
| And deemed himself belike* a cuckold. *perhaps |
| He knew not Cato,<5> for his wit was rude, |
| That bade a man wed his similitude. |
| Men shoulde wedden after their estate, |
| For youth and eld* are often at debate. *age |
| But since that he was fallen in the snare, |
| He must endure (as other folk) his care. |
| Fair was this younge wife, and therewithal |
| As any weasel her body gent* and small. *slim, neat |
| A seint* she weared, barred all of silk, *girdle |
| A barm-cloth* eke as white as morning milk *apron<6> |
| Upon her lendes*, full of many a gore**. *loins **plait |
| White was her smock*, and broider'd all before, *robe or gown |
| And eke behind, on her collar about |
| Of coal-black silk, within and eke without. |
| The tapes of her white volupere* *head-kerchief <7> |
| Were of the same suit of her collere; |
| Her fillet broad of silk, and set full high: |
| And sickerly* she had a likerous** eye. *certainly **lascivious |
| Full small y-pulled were her browes two, |
| And they were bent*, and black as any sloe. *arched |
| She was well more *blissful on to see* *pleasant to look upon* |
| Than is the newe perjenete* tree; *young pear-tree |
| And softer than the wool is of a wether. |
| And by her girdle hung a purse of leather, |
| Tassel'd with silk, and *pearled with latoun*. *set with brass pearls* |
| In all this world to seeken up and down |
| There is no man so wise, that coude thenche* *fancy, think of |
| So gay a popelot*, or such a wench. *puppet <8> |
| Full brighter was the shining of her hue, |
| Than in the Tower the noble* forged new. *a gold coin <9> |
| But of her song, it was as loud and yern*, *lively <10> |
| As any swallow chittering on a bern*. *barn |
| Thereto* she coulde skip, and *make a game* *also *romp* |
| As any kid or calf following his dame. |
| Her mouth was sweet as braket,<11> or as methe* *mead |
| Or hoard of apples, laid in hay or heath. |
| Wincing* she was as is a jolly colt, *skittish |
| Long as a mast, and upright as a bolt. |
| A brooch she bare upon her low collere, |
| As broad as is the boss of a bucklere. |
| Her shoon were laced on her legges high; |
| She was a primerole,* a piggesnie <12>, *primrose |
| For any lord t' have ligging* in his bed, *lying |
| Or yet for any good yeoman to wed. |
| Now, sir, and eft* sir, so befell the case, *again |
| That on a day this Hendy Nicholas |
| Fell with this younge wife to rage* and play, *toy, play the rogue |
| While that her husband was at Oseney,<13> |
| As clerkes be full subtle and full quaint. |
| And privily he caught her by the queint,* *cunt |
| And said; "Y-wis,* but if I have my will, *assuredly |
| For *derne love of thee, leman, I spill."* *for earnest love of thee |
| And helde her fast by the haunche bones, my mistress, I perish* |
| And saide "Leman, love me well at once, |
| Or I will dien, all so God me save." |
| And she sprang as a colt doth in the trave<14>: |
| And with her head she writhed fast away, |
| And said; "I will not kiss thee, by my fay*. *faith |
| Why let be," quoth she, "let be, Nicholas, |
| Or I will cry out harow and alas!<15> |
| Do away your handes, for your courtesy." |
| This Nicholas gan mercy for to cry, |
| And spake so fair, and proffer'd him so fast, |
| That she her love him granted at the last, |
| And swore her oath by Saint Thomas of Kent, |
| That she would be at his commandement, |
| When that she may her leisure well espy. |
| "My husband is so full of jealousy, |
| That but* ye waite well, and be privy, *unless |
| I wot right well I am but dead," quoth she. |
| "Ye muste be full derne* as in this case." *secret |
| "Nay, thereof care thee nought," quoth Nicholas: |
| "A clerk had *litherly beset his while*, *ill spent his time* |
| *But if* he could a carpenter beguile." *unless |
| And thus they were accorded and y-sworn |
| To wait a time, as I have said beforn. |
| When Nicholas had done thus every deal*, *whit |
| And thwacked her about the lendes* well, *loins |
| He kiss'd her sweet, and taketh his psalt'ry |
| And playeth fast, and maketh melody. |
| Then fell it thus, that to the parish church, |
| Of Christe's owen workes for to wirch*, *work |
| This good wife went upon a holy day; |
| Her forehead shone as bright as any day, |
| So was it washen, when she left her werk. |
| Now was there of that church a parish clerk, |
| The which that was y-cleped Absolon. |
| Curl'd was his hair, and as the gold it shone, |
| And strutted* as a fanne large and broad; *stretched |
| Full straight and even lay his jolly shode*. *head of hair |
| His rode* was red, his eyen grey as goose, *complexion |
| With Paule's windows carven on his shoes <16> |
| In hosen red he went full fetisly*. *daintily, neatly |
| Y-clad he was full small and properly, |
| All in a kirtle* of a light waget*; *girdle **sky blue |
| Full fair and thicke be the pointes set, |
| And thereupon he had a gay surplice, |
| As white as is the blossom on the rise*. *twig <17> |
| A merry child he was, so God me save; |
| Well could he letten blood, and clip, and shave, |
| And make a charter of land, and a quittance. |
| In twenty manners could he trip and dance, |
| After the school of Oxenforde tho*,<18> *then |
| And with his legges caste to and fro; |
| And playen songes on a small ribible*; *fiddle |
| Thereto he sung sometimes a loud quinible* *treble |
| And as well could he play on a gitern.* *guitar |
| In all the town was brewhouse nor tavern, |
| That he not visited with his solas*, *mirth, sport |
| There as that any *garnard tapstere* was. *licentious barmaid* |
| But sooth to say he was somedeal squaimous* *squeamish |
| Of farting, and of speeche dangerous. |
| This Absolon, that jolly was and gay, |
| Went with a censer on the holy day, |
| Censing* the wives of the parish fast; *burning incense for |
| And many a lovely look he on them cast, |
| And namely* on this carpenter's wife: *especially |
| To look on her him thought a merry life. |
| She was so proper, and sweet, and likerous. |
| I dare well say, if she had been a mouse, |
| And he a cat, he would *her hent anon*. *have soon caught her* |
| This parish clerk, this jolly Absolon, |
| Hath in his hearte such a love-longing! |
| That of no wife took he none offering; |
| For courtesy he said he woulde none. |
| The moon at night full clear and brighte shone, |
| And Absolon his gitern hath y-taken, |
| For paramours he thoughte for to waken, |
| And forth he went, jolif* and amorous, *joyous |
| Till he came to the carpentere's house, |
| A little after the cock had y-crow, |
| And *dressed him* under a shot window <19>, *stationed himself.* |
| That was upon the carpentere's wall. |
| He singeth in his voice gentle and small; |
| "Now, dear lady, if thy will be, |
| I pray that ye will rue* on me;" *take pity |
| Full well accordant to his giterning. |
| This carpenter awoke, and heard him sing, |
| And spake unto his wife, and said anon, |
| What Alison, hear'st thou not Absolon, |
| That chanteth thus under our bower* wall?" *chamber |
| And she answer'd her husband therewithal; |
| "Yes, God wot, John, I hear him every deal." |
| This passeth forth; what will ye bet* than well? *better |
| From day to day this jolly Absolon |
| So wooeth her, that him is woebegone. |
| He waketh all the night, and all the day, |
| To comb his lockes broad, and make him gay. |
| He wooeth her *by means and by brocage*, *by presents and by agents* |
| And swore he woulde be her owen page. |
| He singeth brokking* as a nightingale. *quavering |
| He sent her piment <20>, mead, and spiced ale, |
| And wafers* piping hot out of the glede**: *cakes **coals |
| And, for she was of town, he proffer'd meed.<21> |
| For some folk will be wonnen for richess, |
| And some for strokes, and some with gentiless. |
| Sometimes, to show his lightness and mast'ry, |
| He playeth Herod <22> on a scaffold high. |
| But what availeth him as in this case? |
| So loveth she the Hendy Nicholas, |
| That Absolon may *blow the bucke's horn*: *"go whistle"* |
| He had for all his labour but a scorn. |
| And thus she maketh Absolon her ape, |
| And all his earnest turneth to a jape*. *jest |
| Full sooth is this proverb, it is no lie; |
| Men say right thus alway; the nighe sly |
| Maketh oft time the far lief to be loth. <23> |
| For though that Absolon be wood* or wroth *mad |
| Because that he far was from her sight, |
| This nigh Nicholas stood still in his light. |
| Now bear thee well, thou Hendy Nicholas, |
| For Absolon may wail and sing "Alas!" |
| And so befell, that on a Saturday |
| This carpenter was gone to Oseney, |
| And Hendy Nicholas and Alison |
| Accorded were to this conclusion, |
| That Nicholas shall *shape him a wile* *devise a stratagem* |
| The silly jealous husband to beguile; |
| And if so were the game went aright, |
| She shoulde sleepen in his arms all night; |
| For this was her desire and his also. |
| And right anon, withoute wordes mo', |
| This Nicholas no longer would he tarry, |
| But doth full soft unto his chamber carry |
| Both meat and drinke for a day or tway. |
| And to her husband bade her for to say, |
| If that he asked after Nicholas, |
| She shoulde say, "She wist* not where he was; *knew |
| Of all the day she saw him not with eye; |
| She trowed* he was in some malady, *believed |
| For no cry that her maiden could him call |
| He would answer, for nought that might befall." |
| Thus passed forth all thilke* Saturday, *that |
| That Nicholas still in his chamber lay, |
| And ate, and slept, and didde what him list |
| Till Sunday, that* the sunne went to rest. *when |
| This silly carpenter *had great marvaill* *wondered greatly* |
| Of Nicholas, or what thing might him ail, |
| And said; "I am adrad*, by Saint Thomas! *afraid, in dread |
| It standeth not aright with Nicholas: |
| *God shielde* that he died suddenly. *heaven forbid!* |
| This world is now full fickle sickerly*. *certainly |
| I saw to-day a corpse y-borne to chirch, |
| That now on Monday last I saw him wirch*. *work |
| "Go up," quod he unto his knave*, "anon; *servant. |
| Clepe* at his door, or knocke with a stone: *call |
| Look how it is, and tell me boldely." |
| This knave went him up full sturdily, |
| And, at the chamber door while that he stood, |
| He cried and knocked as that he were wood:* *mad |
| "What how? what do ye, Master Nicholay? |
| How may ye sleepen all the longe day?" |
| But all for nought, he hearde not a word. |
| An hole he found full low upon the board, |
| Where as the cat was wont in for to creep, |
| And at that hole he looked in full deep, |
| And at the last he had of him a sight. |
| This Nicholas sat ever gaping upright, |
| As he had kyked* on the newe moon. *looked <24> |
| Adown he went, and told his master soon, |
| In what array he saw this ilke* man. *same |
| This carpenter to *blissen him* began, *bless, cross himself* |
| And said: "Now help us, Sainte Frideswide.<25> |
| A man wot* little what shall him betide. *knows |
| This man is fall'n with his astronomy |
| Into some woodness* or some agony. *madness |
| I thought aye well how that it shoulde be. |
| Men should know nought of Godde's privity*. *secrets |
| Yea, blessed be alway a lewed* man, *unlearned |
| That *nought but only his believe can*. *knows no more |
| So far'd another clerk with astronomy: than his "credo."* |
| He walked in the fieldes for to *pry |
| Upon* the starres, what there should befall, *keep watch on* |
| Till he was in a marle pit y-fall.<26> |
| He saw not that. But yet, by Saint Thomas! |
| *Me rueth sore of* Hendy Nicholas: *I am very sorry for* |
| He shall be *rated of* his studying, *chidden for* |
| If that I may, by Jesus, heaven's king! |
| Get me a staff, that I may underspore* *lever up |
| While that thou, Robin, heavest off the door: |
| He shall out of his studying, as I guess." |
| And to the chamber door he gan him dress* *apply himself. |
| His knave was a strong carl for the nonce, |
| And by the hasp he heav'd it off at once; |
| Into the floor the door fell down anon. |
| This Nicholas sat aye as still as stone, |
| And ever he gap'd upward into the air. |
| The carpenter ween'd* he were in despair, *thought |
| And hent* him by the shoulders mightily, *caught |
| And shook him hard, and cried spitously;* *angrily |
| "What, Nicholas? what how, man? look adown: |
| Awake, and think on Christe's passioun. |
| I crouche thee<27> from elves, and from wights*. *witches |
| Therewith the night-spell said he anon rights*, *properly |
| On the four halves* of the house about, *corners |
| And on the threshold of the door without. |
| "Lord Jesus Christ, and Sainte Benedight, |
| Blesse this house from every wicked wight, |
| From the night mare, the white Pater-noster; |
| Where wonnest* thou now, Sainte Peter's sister?" *dwellest |
| And at the last this Hendy Nicholas |
| Gan for to sigh full sore, and said; "Alas! |
| Shall all time world be lost eftsoones* now?" *forthwith |
| This carpenter answer'd; "What sayest thou? |
| What? think on God, as we do, men that swink.*" *labour |
| This Nicholas answer'd; "Fetch me a drink; |
| And after will I speak in privity |
| Of certain thing that toucheth thee and me: |
| I will tell it no other man certain." |
| This carpenter went down, and came again, |
| And brought of mighty ale a large quart; |
| And when that each of them had drunk his part, |
| This Nicholas his chamber door fast shet*, *shut |
| And down the carpenter by him he set, |
| And saide; "John, mine host full lief* and dear, *loved |
| Thou shalt upon thy truthe swear me here, |
| That to no wight thou shalt my counsel wray*: *betray |
| For it is Christes counsel that I say, |
| And if thou tell it man, thou art forlore:* *lost<28> |
| For this vengeance thou shalt have therefor, |
| That if thou wraye* me, thou shalt be wood**." *betray **mad |
| "Nay, Christ forbid it for his holy blood!" |
| Quoth then this silly man; "I am no blab,* *talker |
| Nor, though I say it, am I *lief to gab*. *fond of speech* |
| Say what thou wilt, I shall it never tell |
| To child or wife, by him that harried Hell." <29> |
| "Now, John," quoth Nicholas, "I will not lie, |
| I have y-found in my astrology, |
| As I have looked in the moone bright, |
| That now on Monday next, at quarter night, |
| Shall fall a rain, and that so wild and wood*, *mad |
| That never half so great was Noe's flood. |
| This world," he said, "in less than half an hour |
| Shall all be dreint*, so hideous is the shower: *drowned |
| Thus shall mankinde drench*, and lose their life." *drown |
| This carpenter answer'd; "Alas, my wife! |
| And shall she drench? alas, mine Alisoun!" |
| For sorrow of this he fell almost adown, |
| And said; "Is there no remedy in this case?" |
| "Why, yes, for God," quoth Hendy Nicholas; |
| "If thou wilt worken after *lore and rede*; *learning and advice* |
| Thou may'st not worken after thine own head. |
| For thus saith Solomon, that was full true: |
| Work all by counsel, and thou shalt not rue*. *repent |
| And if thou worke wilt by good counseil, |
| I undertake, withoute mast or sail, |
| Yet shall I save her, and thee, and me. |
| Hast thou not heard how saved was Noe, |
| When that our Lord had warned him beforn, |
| That all the world with water *should be lorn*?" *should perish* |
| "Yes," quoth this carpenter," *full yore ago*." *long since* |
| "Hast thou not heard," quoth Nicholas, "also |
| The sorrow of Noe, with his fellowship, |
| That he had ere he got his wife to ship?<30> |
| *Him had been lever, I dare well undertake, |
| At thilke time, than all his wethers black, |
| That she had had a ship herself alone.* *see note <31> |
| And therefore know'st thou what is best to be done? |
| This asketh haste, and of an hasty thing |
| Men may not preach or make tarrying. |
| Anon go get us fast into this inn* *house |
| A kneading trough, or else a kemelin*, *brewing-tub |
| For each of us; but look that they be large, |
| In whiche we may swim* as in a barge: *float |
| And have therein vitaille suffisant |
| But for one day; fie on the remenant; |
| The water shall aslake* and go away *slacken, abate |
| Aboute prime* upon the nexte day. *early morning |
| But Robin may not know of this, thy knave*, *servant |
| Nor eke thy maiden Gill I may not save: |
| Ask me not why: for though thou aske me |
| I will not telle Godde's privity. |
| Sufficeth thee, *but if thy wit be mad*, *unless thou be |
| To have as great a grace as Noe had; out of thy wits* |
| Thy wife shall I well saven out of doubt. |
| Go now thy way, and speed thee hereabout. |
| But when thou hast for her, and thee, and me, |
| Y-gotten us these kneading tubbes three, |
| Then shalt thou hang them in the roof full high, |
| So that no man our purveyance* espy: *foresight, providence |
| And when thou hast done thus as I have said, |
| And hast our vitaille fair in them y-laid, |
| And eke an axe to smite the cord in two |
| When that the water comes, that we may go, |
| And break an hole on high upon the gable |
| Into the garden-ward, over the stable, |
| That we may freely passe forth our way, |
| When that the greate shower is gone away. |
| Then shalt thou swim as merry, I undertake, |
| As doth the white duck after her drake: |
| Then will I clepe,* 'How, Alison? How, John? *call |
| Be merry: for the flood will pass anon.' |
| And thou wilt say, 'Hail, Master Nicholay, |
| Good-morrow, I see thee well, for it is day.' |
| And then shall we be lordes all our life |
| Of all the world, as Noe and his wife. |
| But of one thing I warne thee full right, |
| Be well advised, on that ilke* night, *same |
| When we be enter'd into shippe's board, |
| That none of us not speak a single word, |
| Nor clepe nor cry, but be in his prayere, |
| For that is Godde's owen heste* dear. *command |
| Thy wife and thou must hangen far atween*, *asunder |
| For that betwixte you shall be no sin, |
| No more in looking than there shall in deed. |
| This ordinance is said: go, God thee speed |
| To-morrow night, when men be all asleep, |
| Into our kneading tubbes will we creep, |
| And sitte there, abiding Godde's grace. |
| Go now thy way, I have no longer space |
| To make of this no longer sermoning: |
| Men say thus: Send the wise, and say nothing: |
| Thou art so wise, it needeth thee nought teach. |
| Go, save our lives, and that I thee beseech." |
| This silly carpenter went forth his way, |
| Full oft he said, "Alas! and Well-a-day!,' |
| And to his wife he told his privity, |
| And she was ware, and better knew than he |
| What all this *quainte cast was for to say*. *strange contrivance |
| But natheless she fear'd as she would dey, meant* |
| And said: "Alas! go forth thy way anon. |
| Help us to scape, or we be dead each one. |
| I am thy true and very wedded wife; |
| Go, deare spouse, and help to save our life." |
| Lo, what a great thing is affection! |
| Men may die of imagination, |
| So deeply may impression be take. |
| This silly carpenter begins to quake: |
| He thinketh verily that he may see |
| This newe flood come weltering as the sea |
| To drenchen* Alison, his honey dear. *drown |
| He weepeth, waileth, maketh *sorry cheer*; *dismal countenance* |
| He sigheth, with full many a sorry sough.* *groan |
| He go'th, and getteth him a kneading trough, |
| And after that a tub, and a kemelin, |
| And privily he sent them to his inn: |
| And hung them in the roof full privily. |
| With his own hand then made he ladders three, |
| To climbe by *the ranges and the stalks* *the rungs and the uprights* |
| Unto the tubbes hanging in the balks*; *beams |
| And victualed them, kemelin, trough, and tub, |
| With bread and cheese, and good ale in a jub*, *jug |
| Sufficing right enough as for a day. |
| But ere that he had made all this array, |
| He sent his knave*, and eke his wench** also, *servant **maid |
| Upon his need* to London for to go. *business |
| And on the Monday, when it drew to night, |
| He shut his door withoute candle light, |
| And dressed* every thing as it should be. *prepared |
| And shortly up they climbed all the three. |
| They satte stille well *a furlong way*. *the time it would take |
| "Now, Pater noster, clum,"<32> said Nicholay, to walk a furlong* |
| And "clum," quoth John; and "clum," said Alison: |
| This carpenter said his devotion, |
| And still he sat and bidded his prayere, |
| Awaking on the rain, if he it hear. |
| The deade sleep, for weary business, |
| Fell on this carpenter, right as I guess, |
| About the curfew-time,<33> or little more, |
| For *travail of his ghost* he groaned sore, *anguish of spirit* |
| *And eft he routed, for his head mislay.* *and then he snored, |
| Adown the ladder stalked Nicholay; for his head lay awry* |
| And Alison full soft adown she sped. |
| Withoute wordes more they went to bed, |
| *There as* the carpenter was wont to lie: *where* |
| There was the revel, and the melody. |
| And thus lay Alison and Nicholas, |
| In business of mirth and in solace, |
| Until the bell of laudes* gan to ring, *morning service, at 3.a.m. |
| And friars in the chancel went to sing. |
| This parish clerk, this amorous Absolon, |
| That is for love alway so woebegone, |
| Upon the Monday was at Oseney |
| With company, him to disport and play; |
| And asked upon cas* a cloisterer** *occasion **monk |
| Full privily after John the carpenter; |
| And he drew him apart out of the church, |
| And said, "I n'ot;* I saw him not here wirch** *know not **work |
| Since Saturday; I trow that he be went |
| For timber, where our abbot hath him sent. |
| And dwellen at the Grange a day or two: |
| For he is wont for timber for to go, |
| Or else he is at his own house certain. |
| Where that he be, I cannot *soothly sayn.*" *say certainly* |
| This Absolon full jolly was and light, |
| And thought, "Now is the time to wake all night, |
| For sickerly* I saw him not stirring *certainly |
| About his door, since day began to spring. |
| So may I thrive, but I shall at cock crow |
| Full privily go knock at his window, |
| That stands full low upon his bower* wall: *chamber |
| To Alison then will I tellen all |
| My love-longing; for I shall not miss |
| That at the leaste way I shall her kiss. |
| Some manner comfort shall I have, parfay*, *by my faith |
| My mouth hath itched all this livelong day: |
| That is a sign of kissing at the least. |
| All night I mette* eke I was at a feast. *dreamt |
| Therefore I will go sleep an hour or tway, |
| And all the night then will I wake and play." |
| When that the first cock crowed had, anon |
| Up rose this jolly lover Absolon, |
| And him arrayed gay, *at point devise.* *with exact care* |
| But first he chewed grains<34> and liquorice, |
| To smelle sweet, ere he had combed his hair. |
| Under his tongue a true love <35> he bare, |
| For thereby thought he to be gracious. |
| Then came he to the carpentere's house, |
| And still he stood under the shot window; |
| Unto his breast it raught*, it was so low; *reached |
| And soft he coughed with a semisoun'.* *low tone |
| "What do ye, honeycomb, sweet Alisoun? |
| My faire bird, my sweet cinamome*, *cinnamon, sweet spice |
| Awaken, leman* mine, and speak to me. *mistress |
| Full little thinke ye upon my woe, |
| That for your love I sweat *there as* I go. *wherever |
| No wonder is that I do swelt* and sweat. *faint |
| I mourn as doth a lamb after the teat |
| Y-wis*, leman, I have such love-longing, *certainly |
| That like a turtle* true is my mourning. *turtle-dove |
| I may not eat, no more than a maid." |
| "Go from the window, thou jack fool," she said: |
| "As help me God, it will not be, 'come ba* me.' *kiss |
| I love another, else I were to blame", |
| Well better than thee, by Jesus, Absolon. |
| Go forth thy way, or I will cast a stone; |
| And let me sleep; *a twenty devil way*. *twenty devils take ye!* |
| "Alas!" quoth Absolon, "and well away! |
| That true love ever was so ill beset: |
| Then kiss me, since that it may be no bet*, *better |
| For Jesus' love, and for the love of me." |
| "Wilt thou then go thy way therewith?" , quoth she. |
| "Yea, certes, leman," quoth this Absolon. |
| "Then make thee ready," quoth she, "I come anon." |
| [And unto Nicholas she said *full still*: *in a low voice* |
| "Now peace, and thou shalt laugh anon thy fill."]<36> |
| This Absolon down set him on his knees, |
| And said; "I am a lord at all degrees: |
| For after this I hope there cometh more; |
| Leman, thy grace, and, sweete bird, thine ore.*" *favour |
| The window she undid, and that in haste. |
| "Have done," quoth she, "come off, and speed thee fast, |
| Lest that our neighebours should thee espy." |
| Then Absolon gan wipe his mouth full dry. |
| Dark was the night as pitch or as the coal, |
| And at the window she put out her hole, |
| And Absolon him fell ne bet ne werse, |
| But with his mouth he kiss'd her naked erse |
| Full savourly. When he was ware of this, |
| Aback he start, and thought it was amiss; |
| For well he wist a woman hath no beard. |
| He felt a thing all rough, and long y-hair'd, |
| And saide; "Fy, alas! what have I do?" |
| "Te he!" quoth she, and clapt the window to; |
| And Absolon went forth at sorry pace. |
| "A beard, a beard," said Hendy Nicholas; |
| "By God's corpus, this game went fair and well." |
| This silly Absolon heard every deal*, *word |
| And on his lip he gan for anger bite; |
| And to himself he said, "I shall thee quite*. *requite, be even with |
| Who rubbeth now, who frotteth* now his lips *rubs |
| With dust, with sand, with straw, with cloth, with chips, |
| But Absolon? that saith full oft, "Alas! |
| My soul betake I unto Sathanas, |
| But me were lever* than all this town," quoth he *rather |
| I this despite awroken* for to be. *revenged |
| Alas! alas! that I have been y-blent*." *deceived |
| His hote love is cold, and all y-quent.* *quenched |
| For from that time that he had kiss'd her erse, |
| Of paramours he *sette not a kers,* *cared not a rush* |
| For he was healed of his malady; |
| Full often paramours he gan defy, |
| And weep as doth a child that hath been beat. |
| A softe pace he went over the street |
| Unto a smith, men callen Dan* Gerveis, *master |
| That in his forge smithed plough-harness; |
| He sharped share and culter busily. |
| This Absolon knocked all easily, |
| And said; "Undo, Gerveis, and that anon." |
| "What, who art thou?" "It is I, Absolon." |
| "What? Absolon, what? Christe's sweete tree*, *cross |
| Why rise so rath*? hey! Benedicite, *early |
| What aileth you? some gay girl,<37> God it wote, |
| Hath brought you thus upon the viretote:<38> |
| By Saint Neot, ye wot well what I mean." |
| This Absolon he raughte* not a bean *recked, cared |
| Of all his play; no word again he gaf*, *spoke |
| For he had more tow on his distaff<39> |
| Than Gerveis knew, and saide; "Friend so dear, |
| That hote culter in the chimney here |
| Lend it to me, I have therewith to don*: *do |
| I will it bring again to thee full soon." |
| Gerveis answered; "Certes, were it gold, |
| Or in a poke* nobles all untold, *purse |
| Thou shouldst it have, as I am a true smith. |
| Hey! Christe's foot, what will ye do therewith?" |
| "Thereof," quoth Absolon, "be as be may; |
| I shall well tell it thee another day:" |
| And caught the culter by the colde stele*. *handle |
| Full soft out at the door he gan to steal, |
| And went unto the carpentere's wall |
| He coughed first, and knocked therewithal |
| Upon the window, light as he did ere*. *before <40> |
| This Alison answered; "Who is there |
| That knocketh so? I warrant him a thief." |
| "Nay, nay," quoth he, "God wot, my sweete lefe*, *love |
| I am thine Absolon, my own darling. |
| Of gold," quoth he, "I have thee brought a ring, |
| My mother gave it me, so God me save! |
| Full fine it is, and thereto well y-grave*: *engraved |
| This will I give to thee, if thou me kiss." |
| Now Nicholas was risen up to piss, |
| And thought he would *amenden all the jape*; *improve the joke* |
| He shoulde kiss his erse ere that he scape: |
| And up the window did he hastily, |
| And out his erse he put full privily |
| Over the buttock, to the haunche bone. |
| And therewith spake this clerk, this Absolon, |
| "Speak, sweete bird, I know not where thou art." |
| This Nicholas anon let fly a fart, |
| As great as it had been a thunder dent*; *peal, clap |
| That with the stroke he was well nigh y-blent*; *blinded |
| But he was ready with his iron hot, |
| And Nicholas amid the erse he smote. |
| Off went the skin an handbreadth all about. |
| The hote culter burned so his tout*, *breech |
| That for the smart he weened* he would die; *thought |
| As he were wood*, for woe he gan to cry, *mad |
| "Help! water, water, help for Godde's heart!" |
| This carpenter out of his slumber start, |
| And heard one cry "Water," as he were wood*, *mad |
| And thought, "Alas! now cometh Noe's flood." |
| He sat him up withoute wordes mo' |
| And with his axe he smote the cord in two; |
| And down went all; he found neither to sell |
| Nor bread nor ale, till he came to the sell*, *threshold <41> |
| Upon the floor, and there in swoon he lay. |
| Up started Alison and Nicholay, |
| And cried out an "harow!" <15> in the street. |
| The neighbours alle, bothe small and great |
| In ranne, for to gauren* on this man, *stare |
| That yet in swoone lay, both pale and wan: |
| For with the fall he broken had his arm. |
| But stand he must unto his owen harm, |
| For when he spake, he was anon borne down |
| With Hendy Nicholas and Alisoun. |
| They told to every man that he was wood*; *mad |
| He was aghaste* so of Noe's flood, *afraid |
| Through phantasy, that of his vanity |
| He had y-bought him kneading-tubbes three, |
| And had them hanged in the roof above; |
| And that he prayed them for Godde's love |
| To sitten in the roof for company. |
| The folk gan laughen at his phantasy. |
| Into the roof they kyken* and they gape, *peep, look. |
| And turned all his harm into a jape*. *jest |
| For whatsoe'er this carpenter answer'd, |
| It was for nought, no man his reason heard. |
| With oathes great he was so sworn adown, |
| That he was holden wood in all the town. |
| For every clerk anon right held with other; |
| They said, "The man was wood, my leve* brother;" *dear |
| And every wight gan laughen at his strife. |
| Thus swived* was the carpentere's wife, *enjoyed |
| For all his keeping* and his jealousy; *care |
| And Absolon hath kiss'd her nether eye; |
| And Nicholas is scalded in the tout. |
| This tale is done, and God save all the rout*. *company |
| Notes to the Miller's Tale |
| 1. Almagest: The book of Ptolemy the astronomer, which |
| formed the canon of astrological science in the middle ages. |
| 2. Astrolabe: "Astrelagour," "astrelabore"; a mathematical |
| instrument for taking the altitude of the sun or stars. |
| 3. "Augrim" is a corruption of algorithm, the Arabian term for |
| numeration; "augrim stones," therefore were probably marked |
| with numerals, and used as counters. |
| 4. Angelus ad virginem: The Angel's salutation to Mary; Luke i. |
| 28. It was the "Ave Maria" of the Catholic Church service. |
| 5. Cato: Though Chaucer may have referred to the famous |
| Censor, more probably the reference is merely to the "Moral |
| Distichs," which go under his name, though written after his |
| time; and in a supplement to which the quoted passage may be |
| found. |
| 6. Barm-cloth: apron; from Anglo-Saxon "barme," bosom or |
| lap. |
| 7. Volupere: Head-gear, kerchief; from French, "envelopper," |
| to wrap up. |
| 8. Popelet: Puppet; but chiefly; young wench. |
| 9. Noble: nobles were gold coins of especial purity and |
| brightness; "Ex auro nobilissimi, unde nobilis vocatus," (made |
| from the noblest (purest) gold, and therefore called nobles) says |
| Vossius. |
| 10. Yern: Shrill, lively; German, "gern," willingly, cheerfully. |
| 11. Braket: bragget, a sweet drink made of honey, spices, &c. |
| In some parts of the country, a drink made from honeycomb, |
| after the honey is extracted, is still called "bragwort." |
| 12. Piggesnie: a fond term, like "my duck;" from Anglo-Saxon, |
| "piga," a young maid; but Tyrwhitt associates it with the Latin, |
| "ocellus," little eye, a fondling term, and suggests that the "pigs- |
| eye," which is very small, was applied in the same sense. |
| Davenport and Butler both use the word pigsnie, the first for |
| "darling," the second literally for "eye;" and Bishop Gardner, |
| "On True Obedience," in his address to the reader, says: "How |
| softly she was wont to chirpe him under the chin, and kiss him; |
| how prettily she could talk to him (how doth my sweet heart, |
| what saith now pig's-eye)." |
| 13. Oseney: A once well-known abbey near Oxford. |
| 14. Trave: travis; a frame in which unruly horses were shod. |
| 15. Harow and Alas: Haro! was an old Norman cry for redress |
| or aid. The "Clameur de Haro" was lately raised, under peculiar |
| circumstances, as the prelude to a legal protest, in Jersey. |
| 16. His shoes were ornamented like the windows of St. Paul's, |
| especially like the old rose-window. |
| 17. Rise: Twig, bush; German, "Reis," a twig; "Reisig," a copse. |
| 18. Chaucer satirises the dancing of Oxford as he did the French |
| of Stratford at Bow. |
| 19. Shot window: A projecting or bow window, whence it was |
| possible shoot at any one approaching the door. |
| 20. Piment: A drink made with wine, honey, and spices. |
| 21. Because she was town-bred, he offered wealth, or money |
| reward, for her love. |
| 22. Parish-clerks, like Absolon, had leading parts in the |
| mysteries or religious plays; Herod was one of these parts, |
| which may have been an object of competition among the |
| amateurs of the period. |
| 23 ."The nighe sly maketh oft time the far lief to be loth": a |
| proverb; the cunning one near at hand oft makes the loving one |
| afar off to be odious. |
| 24. Kyked: Looked; "keek" is still used in some parts in the |
| sense of "peep." |
| 25. Saint Frideswide was the patroness of a considerable priory |
| at Oxford, and held there in high repute. |
| 26. Plato, in his "Theatetus," tells this story of Thales; but |
| it has since appeared in many other forms. |
| 27. Crouche: protect by signing the sign of the cross. |
| 28. Forlore: lost; german, "verloren." |
| 29. Him that harried Hell: Christ who wasted or subdued hell: in |
| the middle ages, some very active exploits against the prince of |
| darkness and his powers were ascribed by the monkish tale- |
| tellers to the saviour after he had "descended into hell." |
| 30. According to the old mysteries, Noah's wife refused to |
| come into the ark, and bade her husband row forth and get him |
| a new wife, because he was leaving her gossips in the town to |
| drown. Shem and his brothers got her shipped by main force; |
| and Noah, coming forward to welcome her, was greeted with a |
| box on the ear. |
| 31. "Him had been lever, I dare well undertake, |
| i.e. |
| "At that time he would have given all his black wethers, if she |
| had had an ark to herself." |
| 32. "Clum," like "mum," a note of silence; but otherwise |
| explained as the humming sound made in repeating prayers; |
| from the Anglo-Saxon, "clumian," to mutter, speak in an under- |
| tone, keep silence. |
| 33. Curfew-time: Eight in the evening, when, by the law of |
| William the Conqueror, all people were, on ringing of a bell, to |
| extinguish fire and candle, and go to rest; hence the word |
| curfew, from French, "couvre-feu," cover-fire. |
| 34. Absolon chewed grains: these were grains of Paris, or |
| Paradise; a favourite spice. |
| 35. Under his tongue a true love he bare: some sweet herb; |
| another reading, however, is "a true love-knot," which may |
| have been of the nature of a charm. |
| 36. The two lines within brackets are not in most of the |
| editions: they are taken from Urry; whether he supplied them or |
| not, they serve the purpose of a necessary explanation. |
| 37. Gay girl: As applied to a young woman of light manners, |
| this euphemistic phrase has enjoyed a wonderful vitality. |
| 38. Viretote: Urry reads "meritote," and explains it from |
| Spelman as a game in which children made themselves giddy by |
| whirling on ropes. In French, "virer" means to turn; and the |
| explanation may, therefore, suit either reading. In modern slang |
| parlance, Gerveis would probably have said, "on the rampage," |
| or "on the swing"—not very far from Spelman's rendering. |
| 39. He had more tow on his distaff: a proverbial saying: he was |
| playing a deeper game, had more serious business on hand. |
| 40. Ere: before; German, "eher." |
| 41. Sell: sill of the door, threshold; French, "seuil," Latin, |
| "solum," the ground. |




