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The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, edited from numerous manuscripts by the Rev. Walter W. Skeat (2nd ed.) (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1899). 7 vols. Vol. 4.

Author: Geoffrey Chaucer
Editor: Walter W. Skeat

Part of: The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, 7 vols.

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THE CANTERBURY TALES.
GROUP A.

THE PROLOGUE.

Here biginneth the Book of the Tales of Caunterbury.

WHAN that Aprille with his shoures sote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth5
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye,10
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages):
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
(And palmers for to seken straunge strondes)
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende15
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
Bifel that, in that seson on a day,
In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay20
Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage
To Caunterbury with ful devout corage,
At night was come in-to that hostelrye
Wel nyne and twenty in a companye,
Of sondry folk, by aventure y-falle25
In felawshipe, and pilgrims were they alle,
That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde;
The chambres and the stables weren wyde,
And wel we weren esed atte beste.
And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste,30
So hadde I spoken with hem everichon,
That I was of hir felawshipe anon,
And made forward erly for to ryse,
To take our wey, ther as I yow devyse.
But natheles , whyl I have tyme and space,35
Er that I ferther in this tale pace,
Me thinketh it acordaunt to resoun,
To telle yow al the condicioun
Of ech of hem, so as it semed me,
And whiche they weren, and of what degree;40
And eek in what array that they were inne:
And at a knight than wol I first biginne.
A Knight ther was, and that a worthy man,
Knight
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To ryden out, he loved chivalrye,45
Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisye.
Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre,
And therto hadde he riden (no man ferre)
As wel in Cristendom as hethenesse,
And ever honoured for his worthinesse.50
At Alisaundre he was, whan it was wonne;
Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne
Aboven alle naciouns in Pruce.
In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce,
No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.55
In Gernade at the sege eek hadde he be
Of Algezir, and riden in Belmarye.
At Lyeys was he, and at Satalye,
Whan they were wonne; and in the Grete See
At many a noble aryve hadde he be.60
At mortal batailles hadde he been fiftene,
And foughten for our feith at Tramissene
In listes thryes, and ay slayn his foo.
This ilke worthy knight had been also
Somtyme with the lord of Palatye,65
Ageyn another hethen in Turkye:
And evermore he hadde a sovereyn prys.
And though that he were worthy, he was wys,
And of his port as meke as is a mayde.
He never yet no vileinye ne sayde70
In al his lyf, un-to no maner wight.
He was a verray parfit gentil knight.
But for to tellen yow of his array,
His hors were gode, but he was nat gay.
Of fustian he wered a gipoun75
Al bismotered with his habergeoun;
For he was late y-come from his viage,
And wente for to doon his pilgrimage.
With him ther was his sone, a yong Squyer,
Squyer.
A lovyere, and a lusty bacheler,80
With lokkes crulle, as they were leyd in presse.
Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse.
Of his stature he was of evene lengthe,
And wonderly deliver, and greet of strengthe.
And he had been somtyme in chivachye,85
In Flaundres, in Artoys, and Picardye,
And born him wel , as of so litel space,
In hope to stonden in his lady grace.
Embrouded was he, as it were a mede
Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and rede.90
Singinge he was, or floytinge, al the day;
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
Short was his goune, with sleves longe and wyde.
Wel coude he sitte on hors, and faire ryde.
He coude songes make and wel endyte,95
Iuste and eek daunce, and wel purtreye and wryte.
So hote he lovede, that by nightertale
He sleep namore than dooth a nightingale.
Curteys he was, lowly, and servisable,
And carf biforn his fader at the table.100
A Yeman hadde he, and servaunts namo
Yeman.
At that tyme, for him liste ryde so;
And he was clad in cote and hood of grene;
A sheef of pecok-arwes brighte and kene
Under his belt he bar ful thriftily;105
(Wel coude he dresse his takel yemanly:
His arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe),
And in his hand he bar a mighty bowe.
A not-heed hadde he, with a broun visage.
Of wode-craft wel coude he al the usage.110
Upon his arm he bar a gay bracer,
And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler,
And on that other syde a gay daggere,
Harneised wel, and sharp as point of spere;
A Cristofre on his brest of silver shene.115
An horn he bar, the bawdrik was of grene;
A forster was he, soothly, as I gesse.
Ther was also a Nonne, a Prioresse,
Prioresse.
That of hir smyling was ful simple and coy;
Hir gretteste ooth was but by sëynt Loy;120
And she was cleped madame Eglentyne.
Ful wel she song the service divyne,
Entuned in hir nose ful semely;
And Frensh she spak ful faire and fetisly,
After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe,125
For Frensh of Paris was to hir unknowe.
At mete wel y-taught was she with-alle;
She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle,
Ne wette hir fingres in hir sauce depe.
Wel coude she carie a morsel, and wel kepe,130
That no drope ne fille up-on hir brest.
In curteisye was set ful muche hir lest.
Hir over lippe wyped she so clene,
That in hir coppe was no ferthing sene
Of grece, whan she dronken hadde hir draughte.135
Ful semely after hir mete she raughte,
And sikerly she was of greet disport,
And ful plesaunt, and amiable of port,
And peyned hir to countrefete chere
Of court, and been estatlich of manere,140
And to ben holden digne of reverence.
But, for to speken of hir conscience,
She was so charitable and so pitous,
She wolde wepe, if that she sawe a mous
Caught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.145
Of smale houndes had she, that she fedde
With rosted flesh, or milk and wastel-breed.
But sore weep she if oon of hem were deed,
Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte:
And al was conscience and tendre herte.150
Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was;
Hir nose tretys; hir eyen greye as glas;
Hir mouth ful smal, and ther-to softe and reed;
But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed;
It was almost a spanne brood, I trowe;155
For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe.
Ful fetis was hir cloke, as I was war.
Of smal coral aboute hir arm she bar
A peire of bedes, gauded al with grene;
And ther-on heng a broche of gold ful shene,160
On which ther was first write a crowned A,
And after, Amor vincit omnia.
Another Nonne with hir hadde she,
Nonne.
That was hir chapeleyne, and Preestes three.
3 Preestes.
A Monk ther was, a fair for the maistrye,
Monk.
An out-rydere, that lovede venerye;166
A manly man, to been an abbot able.
Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable:
And, whan he rood, men mighte his brydel here
Ginglen in a whistling wind as clere,170
And eek as loude as dooth the chapel-belle,
Ther as this lord was keper of the celle.
The reule of seint Maure or of seint Beneit,
By-cause that it was old and som-del streit,
This ilke monk leet olde thinges pace,175
And held after the newe world the space.
He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen,
That seith, that hunters been nat holy men;
Ne that a monk, whan he is cloisterlees,
Is lykned til a fish that is waterlees;180
This is to seyn, a monk out of his cloistre.
But thilke text held he nat worth an oistre;
And I seyde, his opinioun was good.
What sholde he studie, and make him-selven wood,
Upon a book in cloistre alwey to poure,185
Or swinken with his handes, and laboure,
As Austin bit? How shal the world be served?
Lat Austin have his swink to him reserved.
Therfore he was a pricasour aright;
Grehoundes he hadde, as swifte as fowel in flight;190
Of priking and of hunting for the hare
Was al his lust, for no cost wolde he spare.
I seigh his sleves purfiled at the hond
With grys, and that the fyneste of a lond;
And, for to festne his hood under his chin,195
He hadde of gold y-wroght a curious pin:
A love-knotte in the gretter ende ther was.
His heed was balled, that shoon as any glas,
And eek his face, as he had been anoint.
He was a lord ful fat and in good point;200
His eyen stepe, and rollinge in his heed,
That stemed as a forneys of a leed;
His botes souple, his hors in greet estat.
Now certeinly he was a fair prelat;
He was nat pale as a for-pyned goost.205
A fat swan loved he best of any roost.
His palfrey was as broun as is a berye.
A Frere ther was, a wantown and a merye,
Frere.
A limitour, a ful solempne man.
In alle the ordres foure is noon that can210
So muche of daliaunce and fair langage.
He hadde maad ful many a mariage
Of yonge wommen, at his owne cost.
Un-to his ordre he was a noble post.
Ful wel biloved and famulier was he215
With frankeleyns over-al in his contree,
And eek with worthy wommen of the toun:
For he had power of confessioun,
As seyde him-self, more than a curat,
For of his ordre he was licentiat.220
Ful swetely herde he confessioun,
And plesaunt was his absolucioun;
He was an esy man to yeve penaunce
Ther as he wiste to han a good pitaunce;
For unto a povre ordre for to yive225
Is signe that a man is wel y-shrive.
For if he yaf, he dorste make avaunt,
He wiste that a man was repentaunt.
For many a man so hard is of his herte,
He may nat wepe al-thogh him sore smerte.230
Therfore, in stede of weping and preyeres,
Men moot yeve silver to the povre freres.
His tipet was ay farsed ful of knyves
And pinnes, for to yeven faire wyves.
And certeinly he hadde a mery note;235
Wel coude he singe and pleyen on a rote.
Of yeddinges he bar utterly the prys.
His nekke whyt was as the flour-de-lys;
Ther-to he strong was as a champioun.
He knew the tavernes wel in every toun,240
And everich hostiler and tappestere
Bet than a lazar or a beggestere;
For un-to swich a worthy man as he
Acorded nat, as by his facultee,
To have with seke lazars aqueyntaunce.245
It is nat honest, it may nat avaunce
For to delen with no swich poraille,
But al with riche and sellers of vitaille.
And over-al, ther as profit sholde aryse,
Curteys he was, and lowly of servyse.250
Ther nas no man no-wher so vertuous.
He was the beste beggere in his hous;
[And yaf a certeyn ferme for the graunt;252 b
Noon of his bretheren cam ther in his haunt;]252 c
For thogh a widwe hadde noght a sho,
So plesaunt was his “In principio,”
Yet wolde he have a ferthing, er he wente.255
His purchas was wel bettre than his rente.
And rage he coude, as it were right a whelpe.
In love-dayes ther coude he muchel helpe.(260)
For there he was nat lyk a cloisterer,
With a thredbar cope, as is a povre scoler,260
But he was lyk a maister or a pope.
Of double worsted was his semi-cope,
That rounded as a belle out of the presse.
Somwhat he lipsed, for his wantownesse,
To make his English swete up-on his tonge;265
And in his harping, whan that he had songe,
His eyen twinkled in his heed aright,
As doon the sterres in the frosty night.(270)
This worthy limitour was cleped Huberd.
A Marchant was ther with a forked berd,
Marchant.
In mottelee, and hye on horse he sat,271
Up-on his heed a Flaundrish bever hat;
His botes clasped faire and fetisly.
His resons he spak ful solempnely,
Souninge alway thencrees of his winning.275
He wolde the see were kept for any thing
Bitwixe Middelburgh and Orewelle.
Wel coude he in eschaunge sheeldes selle.(280)
This worthy man ful wel his wit bisette;
Ther wiste no wight that he was in dette,280
So estatly was he of his governaunce,
With his bargaynes, and with his chevisaunce.
For sothe he was a worthy man with-alle,
But sooth to seyn, I noot how men him calle.
A Clerk ther was of Oxenford also,
Clerk.
That un-to logik hadde longe y-go.286
As lene was his hors as is a rake,
And he nas nat right fat, I undertake;(290)
But loked holwe, and ther-to soberly.
Ful thredbar was his overest courtepy;290
For he had geten him yet no benefyce,
Ne was so worldly for to have offyce.
For him was lever have at his beddes heed
Twenty bokes, clad in blak or reed,
Of Aristotle and his philosophye,295
Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrye.
But al be that he was a philosophre,
Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre;(300)
But al that he mighte of his freendes hente,
On bokes and on lerninge he it spente,300
And bisily gan for the soules preye
Of hem that yaf him wher-with to scoleye.
Of studie took he most cure and most hede
Noght o word spak he more than was nede,
And that was seyd in forme and reverence,305
And short and quik, and ful of hy sentence.
Souninge in moral vertu was his speche,
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.(310)
A Sergeant of the Lawe, war and wys,
Man of Lawe.
That often hadde been at the parvys,310
Ther was also, ful riche of excellence.
Discreet he was, and of greet reverence:
He semed swich, his wordes weren so wyse.
Iustyce he was ful often in assyse,
By patente, and by pleyn commissioun;315
For his science, and for his heigh renoun
Of fees and robes hadde he many oon.
So greet a purchasour was no-wher noon.(320)
Al was fee simple to him in effect,
His purchasing mighte nat been infect.320
No-wher so bisy a man as he ther nas,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.
In termes hadde he caas and domes alle,
That from the tyme of king William were falle.
Therto he coude endyte, and make a thing,325
Ther coude no wight pinche at his wryting;
And every statut coude he pleyn by rote.
He rood but hoomly in a medlee cote(330)
Girt with a ceint of silk, with barres smale;
Of his array telle I no lenger tale.330
A Frankeleyn was in his companye;
Frankeleyn.
Whyt was his berd, as is the dayesye.
Of his complexioun he was sangwyn.
Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn.
To liven in delyt was ever his wone,335
For he was Epicurus owne sone,
That heeld opinioun, that pleyn delyt
Was verraily felicitee parfyt.(340)
An housholdere, and that a greet, was he;
Seint Iulian he was in his contree.340
His breed, his ale, was alwey after oon;
A bettre envyned man was no-wher noon.
With-oute bake mete was never his hous,
Of fish and flesh, and that so plentevous,
It snewed in his hous of mete and drinke,345
Of alle deyntees that men coude thinke.
After the sondry sesons of the yeer,
So chaunged he his mete and his soper.(350)
Ful many a fat partrich hadde he in mewe,
And many a breem and many a luce in stewe.
Wo was his cook, but-if his sauce were
Poynaunt and sharp, and redy al his gere.
His table dormant in his halle alway
Stood redy covered al the longe day.
At sessiouns ther was he lord and sire;355
Ful ofte tyme he was knight of the shire.
An anals and a gipser al of silk
Heng at his girdel, whyt as morne milk.(360)
A shirreve hadde he been, and a countour;
Was no-wher such a worthy vavasour.360
An Haberdassher and a Carpenter,
Haberdassher.
A Webbe, a Dyere, and a Tapicer,
Carpenter.
Were with us eek, clothed in o liveree,
Webbe.
Of a solempne and greet fraternitee.
Dyere.
Ful fresh and newe hir gere apyked was;365
Tapicer.
Hir knyves were y-chaped noght with bras,
But al with silver, wroght ful clene and weel,
Hir girdles and hir pouches every-deel.(370)
Wel semed ech of hem a fair burgeys,
To sitten in a yeldhalle on a deys.370
Everich, for the wisdom that he can,
Was shaply for to been an alderman.
For catel hadde they y-nogh and rente,
And eek hir wyves wolde it wel assente;
And elles certein were they to blame.375
It is ful fair to been y-clept “ma dame,”
And goon to vigilyës al bifore,
And have a mantel royalliche y-bore.(380)
A Cook they hadde with hem for the nones,
Cook.
To boille the chiknes with the mary-bones,380
And poudre-marchant tart, and galingale.
Wel coude he knowe a draughte of London ale.
He coude roste, and sethe, and broille, and frye,
Maken mortreux, and wel bake a pye.
But greet harm was it, as it thoughte me,385
That on his shine a mormal hadde he;
For blankmanger, that made he with the beste.(389)
A Shipman was ther, woning fer by weste:
Shipman.
For aught I woot, he was of Dertemouthe.
He rood up-on a rouncy, as he couthe,390
In a gowne of falding to the knee.
A daggere hanging on a laas hadde he
Aboute his nekke under his arm adoun.
The hote somer had maad his hewe al broun;
And, certeinly, he was a good felawe.395
Ful many a draughte of wyn had he y-drawe
From Burdeux-ward, whyl that the chapman sleep.
Of nyce conscience took he no keep.(400)
If that he faught, and hadde the hyer hond,
By water he sente hem hoom to every lond.400
But of his craft to rekene wel his tydes,
His stremes and his daungers him bisydes,
His herberwe and his mone, his lodemenage,
Ther nas noon swich from Hulle to Cartage.
Hardy he was, and wys to undertake;405
With many a tempest hadde his berd been shake.
He knew wel alle the havenes, as they were,
From Gootlond to the cape of Finistere,(410)
And every cryke in Britayne and in Spayne;
His barge y-cleped was the Maudelayne.410
With us ther was a Doctour of Phisyk,
Doctour.
In al this world ne was ther noon him lyk
To speke of phisik and of surgerye;
For he was grounded in astronomye.
He kepte his pacient a ful greet del415
In houres, by his magik naturel.
Wel coude he fortunen the ascendent
Of his images for his pacient.(420)
He knew the cause of everich maladye,
Were it of hoot or cold, or moiste, or drye,420
And where engendred, and of what humour;
He was a verrey parfit practisour.
The cause y-knowe, and of his harm the rote,
Anon he yaf the seke man his bote.
Ful redy hadde he his apothecaries,425
To sende him drogges and his letuaries,
For ech of hem made other for to winne;
Hir frendschipe nas nat newe to biginne.(430)
Wel knew he the olde Esculapius,
And Deiscorides, and eek Rufus,430
Old Ypocras, Haly, and Galien;
Serapion, Razis, and Avicen;
Averrois, Damascien, and Constantyn;
Bernard, and Gatesden, and Gilbertyn.
Of his diete mesurable was he,435
For it was of no superfluitee,
But of greet norissing and digestible.
His studie was but litel on the Bible.(440)
In sangwin and in pers he clad was al,
Lyned with taffata and with sendal;440
And yet he was but esy of dispence;
He kepte that he wan in pestilence.
For gold in phisik is a cordial,
Therfore he lovede gold in special.
A good Wyf was ther of bisyde Bathe,
Wyf of Bathe.
But she was som-del deef, and that was scathe.446
Of clooth-making she hadde swiche an haunt,
She passed hem of Ypres and of Gaunt.(450)
In al the parisshe wyf ne was ther noon
That to the offring bifore hir sholde goon;450
And if ther dide, certeyn, so wrooth was she,
That she was out of alle charitee.
Hir coverchiefs ful fyne were of ground;
I dorste swere they weyeden ten pound
That on a Sonday were upon hir heed.455
Hir hosen weren of fyn scarlet reed,
Ful streite y-teyd, and shoos ful moiste and newe.
Bold was hir face, and fair, and reed of hewe.(460)
She was a worthy womman al hir lyve,
Housbondes at chirche-dore she hadde fyve,460
Withouten other companye in youthe;
But therof nedeth nat to speke as nouthe.
And thryes hadde she been at Ierusalem;
She hadde passed many a straunge streem;
At Rome she hadde been, and at Boloigne,465
In Galice at seint Iame, and at Coloigne.
She coude muche of wandring by the weye.
Gat-tothed was she, soothly for to seye.(470)
Up-on an amblere esily she sat,
Y-wimpled wel, and on hir heed an hat470
As brood as is a bokeler or a targe;
A foot-mantel aboute hir hipes large,
And on hir feet a paire of spores sharpe.
In felawschip wel coude she laughe and carpe.
Of remedyes of love she knew per-chaunce,475
For she coude of that art the olde daunce.
A good man was ther of religioun,
Persoun.
And was a povre Persoun of a toun;(480)
But riche he was of holy thought and werk.
He was also a lerned man, a clerk,480
That Cristes gospel trewely wolde preche;
His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche.
Benigne he was, and wonder diligent,
And in adversitee ful pacient;
And swich he was y-preved ofte sythes.485
Ful looth were him to cursen for his tythes,
But rather wolde he yeven, out of doute,
Un-to his povre parisshens aboute(490)
Of his offring, and eek of his substaunce.
He coude in litel thing han suffisaunce.490
Wyd was his parisshe, and houses fer a-sonder,
But he ne lafte nat, for reyn ne thonder,
In siknes nor in meschief, to visyte
The ferreste in his parisshe, muche and lyte,
Up-on his feet, and in his hand a staf.495
This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf,
That first he wroghte, and afterward he taughte;
Out of the gospel he tho wordes caughte;(500)
And this figure he added eek ther-to,
That if gold ruste, what shal iren do?500
For if a preest be foul, on whom we truste,
No wonder is a lewed man to ruste;
And shame it is, if a preest take keep,
A shiten shepherde and a clene sheep.
Wel oghte a preest ensample for to yive,505
By his clennesse, how that his sheep shold live.
He sette nat his benefice to hyre,
And leet his sheep encombred in the myre,(510)
And ran to London, un-to sëynt Poules,
To seken him a chaunterie for soules,510
Or with a bretherhed to been withholde;
But dwelte at hoom, and kepte wel his folde,
So that the wolf ne made it nat miscarie;
He was a shepherde and no mercenarie.
And though he holy were, and vertuous,515
He was to sinful man nat despitous,
Ne of his speche daungerous ne digne,
But in his teching discreet and benigne.(520)
To drawen folk to heven by fairnesse
By good ensample, was his bisinesse:520
But it were any persone obstinat,
What-so he were, of heigh or lowe estat,
Him wolde he snibben sharply for the nones.
A bettre preest, I trowe that nowher noon is.
He wayted after no pompe and reverence,525
Ne maked him a spyced conscience,
But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve,
He taughte, and first he folwed it him-selve.(530)
With him ther was a Plowman, was his brother,
Plowman.
That hadde y-lad of dong ful many a fother,530
A trewe swinker and a good was he,
Livinge in pees and parfit charitee.
God loved he best with al his hole herte
At alle tymes, thogh him gamed or smerte,
And thanne his neighebour right as him-selve.535
He wolde thresshe, and ther-to dyke and delve,
For Cristes sake, for every povre wight,
Withouten hyre, if it lay in his might.(540)
His tythes payed he ful faire and wel,
Bothe of his propre swink and his catel.540
In a tabard he rood upon a mere.
Ther was also a Reve and a Millere,
A Somnour and a Pardoner also,
A Maunciple, and my-self; ther were namo.
The Miller was a stout carl, for the nones,
Miller.
Ful big he was of braun, and eek of bones;546
That proved wel, for over-al ther he cam,
At wrastling he wolde have alwey the ram.(550)
He was short-sholdred, brood, a thikke knarre,
Ther nas no dore that he nolde heve of harre,550
Or breke it, at a renning, with his heed.
His berd as any sowe or fox was reed,
And ther-to brood, as though it were a spade.
Up-on the cop right of his nose he hade
A werte, and ther-on stood a tuft of heres,555
Reed as the bristles of a sowes eres;
His nose-thirles blake were and wyde.
A swerd and bokeler bar he by his syde;(560)
His mouth as greet was as a greet forneys.
He was a Ianglere and a goliardeys,560
And that was most of sinne and harlotryes.
Wel coude he stelen corn, and tollen thryes;
And yet he hadde a thombe of gold, pardee.
A whyt cote and a blew hood wered he.
A baggepype wel coude he blowe and sowne,565
And ther-with-al he broghte us out of towne.
A gentil Maunciple was ther of a temple,
Maunciple.
Of which achatours mighte take exemple(570)
For to be wyse in bying of vitaille.
For whether that he payde, or took by taille,570
Algate he wayted so in his achat,
That he was ay biforn and in good stat.
Now is nat that of God a ful fair grace,
That swich a lewed mannes wit shal pace
The wisdom of an heep of lerned men?575
Of maistres hadde he mo than thryes ten,
That were of lawe expert and curious;
Of which ther were a doseyn in that hous,(580)
Worthy to been stiwardes of rente and lond
Of any lord that is in Engelond,580
To make him live by his propre good,
In honour dettelees, but he were wood,
Or live as scarsly as him list desire;
And able for to helpen al a shire
In any cas that mighte falle or happe;585
And yit this maunciple sette hir aller cappe.
The Reve was a sclendre colerik man,
Reve.
His berd was shave as ny as ever he can.(590)
His heer was by his eres round y-shorn.
His top was dokked lyk a preest biforn.590
Ful longe were his legges, and ful lene,
Y-lyk a staf, ther was no calf y-sene.
Wel coude he kepe a gerner and a binne;
Ther was noon auditour coude on him winne.
Wel wiste he, by the droghte, and by the reyn,595
The yelding of his seed, and of his greyn.
His lordes sheep, his neet, his dayerye,
His swyn, his hors, his stoor, and his pultrye,(600)
Was hoolly in this reves governing,
And by his covenaunt yaf the rekening,600
Sin that his lord was twenty yeer of age;
Ther coude no man bringe him in arrerage.
Ther nas baillif, ne herde, ne other hyne,
That he ne knew his sleighte and his covyne;
They were adrad of him, as of the deeth.605
His woning was ful fair up-on an heeth,
With grene trees shadwed was his place.
He coude bettre than his lord purchase.(610)
Ful riche he was astored prively,
His lord wel coude he plesen subtilly,610
To yeve and lene him of his owne good,
And have a thank, and yet a cote and hood.
In youthe he lerned hadde a good mister;
He was a wel good wrighte, a carpenter.
This reve sat up-on a ful good stot,

Here endeth the prolog of this book; and here biginneth the first tale, which is the Knightes Tale.

THE KNIGHTES TALE.

Iamque domos patrias, Scithice post aspera gentis Prelia, laurigero, &c.

[Statius, Theb. xii. 519.]

WHYLOM, as olde stories tellen us,
Ther was a duk that highte Theseus;860
Of Athenes he was lord and governour,
And in his tyme swich a conquerour,
That gretter was ther noon under the sonne.
Ful many a riche contree hadde he wonne;
What with his wisdom and his chivalrye,865
He conquered al the regne of Femenye,
That whylom was y-cleped Scithia;
And weddede the quene Ipolita,(10)
And broghte hir hoom with him in his contree
With muchel glorie and greet solempnitee,870
And eek hir yonge suster Emelye.
And thus with victorie and with melodye
Lete I this noble duk to Athenes ryde,
And al his hoost, in armes, him bisyde.
And certes, if it nere to long to here,875
I wolde han told yow fully the manere,
How wonnen was the regne of Femenye
By Theseus, and by his chivalrye;(20)
And of the grete bataille for the nones
Bitwixen Athenës and Amazones;880
And how asseged was Ipolita,
The faire hardy quene of Scithia;
And of the feste that was at hir weddinge,
And of the tempest at hir hoom-cominge;
But al that thing I moot as now forbere.885
I have, God woot, a large feeld to ere,
And wayke been the oxen in my plough.
The remenant of the tale is long y-nough.(30)
I wol nat letten eek noon of this route;
Lat every felawe telle his tale aboute,890
And lat see now who shal the soper winne;
And ther I lefte, I wol ageyn biginne.
This duk, of whom I make mencioun,
When he was come almost unto the toun,
In al his wele and in his moste pryde,895
He was war, as he caste his eye asyde,
Wher that ther kneled in the hye weye
A companye of ladies, tweye and tweye,(40)
Ech after other, clad in clothes blake;
But swich a cry and swich a wo they make,900
That in this world nis creature livinge,
That herde swich another weymentinge;
And of this cry they nolde never stenten,
Til they the reynes of his brydel henten.
‘What folk ben ye, that at myn hoom-cominge905
Perturben so my feste with cryinge?’
Quod Theseus, ‘have ye so greet envye
Of myn honour, that thus compleyne and crye?(50)
Or who hath yow misboden, or offended?
And telleth me if it may been amended;910
And why that ye ben clothed thus in blak?’
The eldest lady of hem alle spak,
When she hadde swowned with a deedly chere,
That it was routhe for to seen and here,
And seyde: ‘Lord, to whom Fortune hath yiven 915
Victorie, and as a conquerour to liven,
Noght greveth us your glorie and your honour;
But we biseken mercy and socour.(60)
Have mercy on our wo and our distresse.
Som drope of pitee, thurgh thy gentillesse,920
Up-on us wrecched wommen lat thou falle.
For certes, lord, ther nis noon of us alle,
That she nath been a duchesse or a quene;
Now be we caitifs, as it is wel sene:
Thanked be Fortune, and hir false wheel,925
That noon estat assureth to be weel.
And certes, lord, to abyden your presence,
Here in the temple of the goddesse Clemence(70)
We han ben waytinge al this fourtenight;
Now help us, lord, sith it is in thy might.930
I wrecche, which that wepe and waille thus,
Was whylom wyf to king Capaneus,
That starf at Thebes, cursed be that day!
And alle we, that been in this array,
And maken al this lamentacioun,935
We losten alle our housbondes at that toun,
Whyl that the sege ther-aboute lay.
And yet now the olde Creon, weylaway!(80)
That lord is now of Thebes the citee,
Fulfild of ire and of iniquitee,940
He, for despyt, and for his tirannye,
To do the dede bodyes vileinye,
Of alle our lordes, whiche that ben slawe,
Hath alle the bodyes on an heep y-drawe,
And wol nat suffren hem, by noon assent,945
Neither to been y-buried nor y-brent,
But maketh houndes ete hem in despyt.’
And with that word, with-outen more respyt,(90)
They fillen gruf, and cryden pitously,
‘Have on us wrecched wommen som mercy,950
And lat our sorwe sinken in thyn herte.’
This gentil duk doun from his courser sterte
With herte pitous, whan he herde hem speke.
Him thoughte that his herte wolde breke,
Whan he saugh hem so pitous and so mat,955
That whylom weren of so greet estat.
And in his armes he hem alle up hente,
And hem conforteth in ful good entente;(100)
And swoor his ooth, as he was trewe knight,
He wolde doon so ferforthly his might960
Up-on the tyraunt Creon hem to wreke,
That al the peple of Grece sholde speke
How Creon was of Theseus y-served,
As he that hadde his deeth ful wel deserved.
And right anoon, with-outen more abood,965
His baner he desplayeth, and forth rood
To Thebes-ward, and al his host bisyde;
No neer Athenës wolde he go ne ryde,(110)
Ne take his ese fully half a day,
But onward on his wey that night he lay;970
And sente anoon Ipolita the quene,
And Emelye hir yonge suster shene,
Un-to the toun of Athenës to dwelle;
And forth he rit; ther nis namore to telle.
The rede statue of Mars, with spere and targe,975
So shyneth in his whyte baner large,
That alle the feeldes gliteren up and doun;
And by his baner born is his penoun(120)
Of gold ful riche, in which ther was y-bete
The Minotaur, which that he slough in Crete.980
Thus rit this duk, thus rit this conquerour,
And in his host of chivalrye the flour,
Til that he cam to Thebes, and alighte
Faire in a feeld, ther as he thoghte fighte.
But shortly for to speken of this thing,985
With Creon, which that was of Thebes king,
He faught, and slough him manly as a knight
In pleyn bataille, and putte the folk to flight;(130)
And by assaut he wan the citee after,
And rente adoun bothe wal, and sparre, and rafter;990
And to the ladyes he restored agayn
The bones of hir housbondes that were slayn,
To doon obsequies, as was tho the gyse.
But it were al to long for to devyse
The grete clamour and the waymentinge995
That the ladyes made at the brenninge
Of the bodyes, and the grete honour
That Theseus, the noble conquerour,(140)
Doth to the ladyes, whan they from him wente;
But shortly for to telle is myn entente.1000
Whan that this worthy duk, this Theseus,
Hath Creon slayn, and wonne Thebes thus,
Stille in that feeld he took al night his reste,
And dide with al the contree as him leste.
To ransake in the tas of bodyes dede,1005
Hem for to strepe of harneys and of wede,
The pilours diden bisinesse and cure,
After the bataille and disconfiture.(150)
And so bifel, that in the tas they founde,
Thurgh-girt with many a grevous blody wounde,1010
Two yonge knightes ligging by and by,
Bothe in oon armes, wroght ful richely,
Of whiche two, Arcita hight that oon,
And that other knight hight Palamon.
Nat fully quike, ne fully dede they were,1015
But by hir cote-armures, and by hir gere,
The heraudes knewe hem best in special,
As they that weren of the blood royal(160)
Of Thebes, and of sustren two y-born.
Out of the tas the pilours han hem torn,1020
And han hem caried softe un-to the tente
Of Theseus, and he ful sone hem sente
To Athenës, to dwellen in prisoun
Perpetuelly, he nolde no raunsoun.
And whan this worthy duk hath thus y-don,1025
He took his host, and hoom he rood anon
With laurer crowned as a conquerour;
And there he liveth, in Ioye and in honour,(170)
Terme of his lyf; what nedeth wordes mo?
And in a tour, in angwish and in wo,1030
Dwellen this Palamoun and eek Arcite,
For evermore, ther may no gold hem quyte.
This passeth yeer by yeer, and day by day,
Til it fil ones, in a morwe of May,
That Emelye, that fairer was to sene1035
Than is the lilie upon his stalke grene,
And fressher than the May with floures newe—
For with the rose colour stroof hir hewe,(180)
I noot which was the fairer of hem two—
Er it were day, as was hir wone to do,1040
She was arisen, and al redy dight;
For May wol have no slogardye a-night.
The sesoun priketh every gentil herte,
And maketh him out of his sleep to sterte,
And seith, ‘Arys, and do thyn observaunce.’1045
This maked Emelye have remembraunce
To doon honour to May, and for to ryse.
Y-clothed was she fresh, for to devyse;(190)
Hir yelow heer was broyded in a tresse,
Bihinde hir bak, a yerde long, I gesse.1050
And in the gardin, at the sonne up-riste,
She walketh up and doun, and as hir liste
She gadereth floures, party whyte and rede,
To make a sotil gerland for hir hede,
And as an aungel hevenly she song.1055
The grete tour, that was so thikke and strong,
Which of the castel was the chief dongeoun,
(Ther-as the knightes weren in prisoun,(200)
Of whiche I tolde yow, and tellen shal)
Was evene Ioynant to the gardin-wal,1060
Ther as this Emelye hadde hir pleyinge.
Bright was the sonne, and cleer that morweninge,
And Palamon , this woful prisoner,
As was his wone, by leve of his gayler,
Was risen, and romed in a chambre on heigh,1065
In which he al the noble citee seigh,
And eek the gardin, ful of braunches grene,
Ther-as this fresshe Emelye the shene(210)
Was in hir walk, and romed up and doun.
This sorweful prisoner, this Palamoun,1070
Goth in the chambre, roming to and fro,
And to him-self compleyning of his wo;
That he was born, ful ofte he seyde, ‘alas!’
And so bifel, by aventure or cas,
That thurgh a window, thikke of many a barre1075
Of yren greet, and square as any sparre,
He caste his eye upon Emelya,
And ther-with-al he bleynte, and cryde ‘a!’(220)
As though he stongen were un-to the herte.
And with that cry Arcite anon up-sterte,1080
And seyde, ‘Cosin myn, what eyleth thee,
That art so pale and deedly on to see?
Why crydestow? who hath thee doon offence?
For Goddes love, tak al in pacience
Our prisoun, for it may non other be;1085
Fortune hath yeven us this adversitee.
Som wikke aspect or disposicioun
Of Saturne, by sum constellacioun,(230)
Hath yeven us this, al-though we hadde it sworn;
So stood the heven whan that we were born;1090
We moste endure it: this is the short and pleyn.’
This Palamon answerde, and seyde ageyn,
‘Cosyn, for sothe, of this opinioun
Thou hast a veyn imaginacioun.
This prison caused me nat for to crye.1095
But I was hurt right now thurgh-out myn yë
In-to myn herte, that wol my bane be.
The fairnesse of that lady that I see(240)
Yond in the gardin romen to and fro,
Is cause of al my crying and my wo.1100
I noot wher she be womman or goddesse;
But Venus is it, soothly, as I gesse.’
And ther-with-al on kneës doun he fil,
And seyde: ‘Venus, if it be thy wil
Yow in this gardin thus to transfigure1105
Bifore me, sorweful wrecche creature,
Out of this prisoun help that we may scapen.
And if so be my destinee be shapen(250)
By eterne word to dyen in prisoun,
Of our linage have som compassioun,1110
That is so lowe y-broght by tirannye.’
And with that word Arcite gan espye
Wher-as this lady romed to and fro.
And with that sighte hir beautee hurte him so,
That, if that Palamon was wounded sore,1115
Arcite is hurt as muche as he, or more.
And with a sigh he seyde pitously:
‘The fresshe beautee sleeth me sodeynly(260)
Of hir that rometh in the yonder place;
And, but I have hir mercy and hir grace,1120
That I may seen hir atte leeste weye,
I nam but deed; ther nis namore to seye.’
This Palamon, whan he tho wordes herde,
Dispitously he loked, and answerde:
‘Whether seistow this in ernest or in pley?’1125
‘Nay,’ quod Arcite, ‘in ernest, by my fey!
God help me so, me list ful yvele pleye.’
This Palamon gan knitte his browes tweye:(270)
‘It nere,’ quod he, ‘to thee no greet honour
For to be fals, ne for to be traytour1130
To me, that am thy cosin and thy brother
Y-sworn ful depe, and ech of us til other,
That never, for to dyen in the peyne,
Til that the deeth departe shal us tweyne,
Neither of us in love to hindren other,1135
Ne in non other cas, my leve brother;
But that thou sholdest trewely forthren me
In every cas, and I shal forthren thee.(280)
This was thyn ooth, and myn also, certeyn;
I wot right wel, thou darst it nat withseyn.1140
Thus artow of my counseil, out of doute.
And now thou woldest falsly been aboute
To love my lady, whom I love and serve,
And ever shal, til that myn herte sterve.
Now certes, fals Arcite, thou shalt nat so.1145
I loved hir first, and tolde thee my wo
As to my counseil, and my brother sworn
To forthre me, as I have told biforn.(290)
For which thou art y-bounden as a knight
To helpen me, if it lay in thy might,1150
Or elles artow fals, I dar wel seyn.’
This Arcitë ful proudly spak ageyn,
‘Thou shalt,’ quod he, ‘be rather fals than I;
But thou art fals, I telle thee utterly;
For par amour I loved hir first er thow.1155
What wiltow seyn? thou wistest nat yet now
Whether she be a womman or goddesse!
Thyn is affeccioun of holinesse,(300)
And myn is love, as to a creature;
For which I tolde thee myn aventure1160
As to my cosin, and my brother sworn.
I pose, that thou lovedest hir biforn;
Wostow nat wel the olde clerkes sawe,
That ‘who shal yeve a lover any lawe?’
Love is a gretter lawe, by my pan,1165
Than may be yeve to any erthly man.
And therefore positif lawe and swich decree
Is broke al-day for love, in ech degree.(310)
A man moot nedes love, maugree his heed.
He may nat fleen it, thogh he sholde be deed,1170
Al be she mayde, or widwe, or elles wyf.
And eek it is nat lykly, al thy lyf,
To stonden in hir grace; namore shal I;
For wel thou woost thy-selven, verraily,
That thou and I be dampned to prisoun1175
Perpetuelly; us gayneth no raunsoun.
We stryve as dide the houndes for the boon,
They foughte al day, and yet hir part was noon;(320)
Ther cam a kyte, whyl that they were wrothe,
And bar awey the boon bitwixe hem bothe.1180
And therfore, at the kinges court, my brother,
Ech man for him-self, ther is non other.
Love if thee list; for I love and ay shal;
And soothly, leve brother, this is al.
Here in this prisoun mote we endure,1185
And everich of us take his aventure.’
Greet was the stryf and long bitwixe hem tweye,
If that I hadde leyser for to seye;(330)
But to theffect. It happed on a day,
(To telle it yow as shortly as I may)1190
A worthy duk that highte Perotheus,
That felawe was un-to duk Theseus
Sin thilke day that they were children lyte,
Was come to Athenes, his felawe to visyte,
And for to pleye, as he was wont to do,1195
For in this world he loved no man so:
And he loved him as tendrely ageyn.
So wel they loved , as olde bokes seyn,(340)
That whan that oon was deed, sothly to telle,
His felawe wente and soghte him doun in helle;1200
But of that story list me nat to wryte.
Duk Perotheus loved wel Arcite,
And hadde him knowe at Thebes yeer by yere;
And fynally, at requeste and preyere
Of Perotheus, with-oute any raunsoun,1205
Duk Theseus him leet out of prisoun,
Freely to goon, wher that him liste over-al,
In swich a gyse, as I you tellen shal.(350)
This was the forward, pleynly for tendyte,
Bitwixen Theseus and him Arcite:1210
That if so were, that Arcite were y-founde
Ever in his lyf, by day or night or stounde
In any contree of this Theseus,
And he were caught, it was acorded thus,
That with a swerd he sholde lese his heed;1215
Ther nas non other remedye ne reed,
But taketh his leve, and homward he him spedde;
Let him be war, his nekke lyth to wedde!(360)
How greet a sorwe suffreth now Arcite!
The deeth he feleth thurgh his herte smyte;1220
He wepeth, wayleth, cryeth pitously;
To sleen him-self he wayteth prively.
He seyde, ‘Allas that day that I was born!
Now is my prison worse than biforn;
Now is me shape eternally to dwelle1225
Noght in purgatorie, but in helle.
Allas! that ever knew I Perotheus!
For elles hadde I dwelled with Theseus(370)
Y-fetered in his prisoun ever-mo.
Than hadde I been in blisse, and nat in wo.1230
Only the sighte of hir, whom that I serve,
Though that I never hir grace may deserve,
Wolde han suffised right y-nough for me.
O dere cosin Palamon,’ quod he,
‘Thyn is the victorie of this aventure,1235
Ful blisfully in prison maistow dure;
In prison? certes nay, but in paradys!
Wel hath fortune y-turned thee the dys,(380)
That hast the sighte of hir, and I thabsence.
For possible is, sin thou hast hir presence,1240
And art a knight, a worthy and an able,
That by som cas, sin fortune is chaungeable,
Thou mayst to thy desyr som-tyme atteyne.
But I, that am exyled, and bareyne
Of alle grace, and in so greet despeir,1245
That ther nis erthe, water, fyr, ne eir,
Ne creature, that of hem maked is,
That may me helpe or doon confort in this.(390)
Wel oughte I sterve in wanhope and distresse;
Farwel my lyf, my lust, and my gladnesse!1250
Allas, why pleynen folk so in commune
Of purveyaunce of God, or of fortune,
That yeveth hem ful ofte in many a gyse
Wel bettre than they can hem-self devyse?
Som man desyreth for to han richesse,1255
That cause is of his mordre or greet siknesse.
And som man wolde out of his prison fayn,
That in his hous is of his meynee slayn.(400)
Infinite harmes been in this matere;
We witen nat what thing we preyen here.1260
We faren as he that dronke is as a mous;
A dronke man wot wel he hath an hous,
But he noot which the righte wey is thider;
And to a dronke man the wey is slider.
And certes, in this world so faren we;1265
We seken faste after felicitee,
But we goon wrong ful often, trewely.
Thus may we seyen alle, and namely I,(410)
That wende and hadde a greet opinioun,
That, if I mighte escapen from prisoun,1270
Than hadde I been in Ioye and perfit hele,
Ther now I am exyled fro my wele.
Sin that I may nat seen yow, Emelye,
I nam but deed; ther nis no remedye.’
Up-on that other syde Palamon,1275
Whan that he wiste Arcite was agon,
Swich sorwe he maketh, that the grete tour
Resouneth of his youling and clamour.(420)
The pure fettres on his shines grete
Weren of his bittre salte teres wete.1280
‘Allas!’ quod he, ‘Arcita, cosin myn,
Of al our stryf, God woot, the fruyt is thyn.
Thow walkest now in Thebes at thy large,
And of my wo thou yevest litel charge.
Thou mayst, sin thou hast wisdom and manhede,1285
Assemblen alle the folk of our kinrede,
And make a werre so sharp on this citee,
That by som aventure, or som tretee,(430)
Thou mayst have hir to lady and to wyf,
For whom that I mot nedes lese my lyf.1290
For, as by wey of possibilitee,
Sith thou art at thy large, of prison free,
And art a lord, greet is thyn avauntage,
More than is myn, that sterve here in a cage.
For I mot wepe and wayle, whyl I live,1295
With al the wo that prison may me yive,
And eek with peyne that love me yiveth also,
That doubleth al my torment and my wo.’(440)
Ther-with the fyr of Ielousye up-sterte
With-inne his brest, and hente him by the herte1300
So woodly, that he lyk was to biholde
The box-tree, or the asshen dede and colde.
Tho seyde he; ‘O cruel goddes, that governe
This world with binding of your word eterne,
And wryten in the table of athamaunt 1305
Your parlement, and your eterne graunt,
What is mankinde more un-to yow holde
Than is the sheep, that rouketh in the folde?(450)
For slayn is man right as another beste,
And dwelleth eek in prison and areste,1310
And hath siknesse, and greet adversitee,
And ofte tymes giltelees, pardee!
What governaunce is in this prescience,
That giltelees tormenteth innocence?
And yet encreseth this al my penaunce,1315
That man is bounden to his observaunce,
For Goddes sake, to letten of his wille,
Ther as a beest may al his lust fulfille.(460)
And whan a beest is deed, he hath no peyne;
But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne,1320
Though in this world he have care and wo:
With-outen doute it may stonden so.
The answere of this I lete to divynis,
But wel I woot, that in this world gret pyne is.
Allas! I see a serpent or a theef,1325
That many a trewe man hath doon mescheef,
Goon at his large, and wher him list may turne.
But I mot been in prison thurgh Saturne,(470)
And eek thurgh Iuno, Ialous and eek wood,
That hath destroyed wel ny al the blood1330
Of Thebes, with his waste walles wyde.
And Venus sleeth me on that other syde
For Ielousye , and fere of him Arcite.’
Now wol I stinte of Palamon a lyte,
And lete him in his prison stille dwelle,1335
And of Arcita forth I wol yow telle.
The somer passeth, and the nightes longe
Encresen double wyse the peynes stronge(480)
Bothe of the lovere and the prisoner.
I noot which hath the wofullere mester.1340
For shortly for to seyn, this Palamoun
Perpetuelly is dampned to prisoun,
In cheynes and in fettres to ben deed;
And Arcite is exyled upon his heed
For ever-mo as out of that contree,1345
Ne never-mo he shal his lady see.
Yow loveres axe I now this questioun,
Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun?(490)
That oon may seen his lady day by day,
But in prison he moot dwelle alway.1350
That other wher him list may ryde or go,
But seen his lady shal he never-mo.
Now demeth as yow liste, ye that can,
For I wol telle forth as I bigan.

Explicit prima Pars. Sequitur pars secunda.

Whan that Arcite to Thebes comen was,1355
Ful ofte a day he swelte and seyde ‘allas,’
For seen his lady shal he never-mo.
And shortly to concluden al his wo,(500)
So muche sorwe had never creature
That is, or shal, whyl that the world may dure.1360
His sleep, his mete, his drink is him biraft,
That lene he wex , and drye as is a shaft.
His eyen holwe, and grisly to biholde;
His hewe falwe, and pale as asshen colde,
And solitarie he was, and ever allone,1365
And wailling al the night, making his mone.
And if he herde song or instrument,
Then wolde he wepe, he mighte nat be stent;(510)
So feble eek were his spirits , and so lowe,
And chaunged so, that no man coude knowe1370
His speche nor his vois, though men it herde.
And in his gere, for al the world he ferde
Nat oonly lyk the loveres maladye
Of Hereos, but rather lyk manye
Engendred of humour malencolyk,1375
Biforen, in his celle fantastyk.
And shortly, turned was al up-so-doun
Bothe habit and eek disposicioun(520)
Of him, this woful lovere daun Arcite.
What sholde I al-day of his wo endyte?1380
Whan he endured hadde a yeer or two
This cruel torment, and this peyne and wo,
At Thebes, in his contree, as I seyde,
Up-on a night, in sleep as he him leyde,
Him thoughte how that the winged god Mercurie1385
Biforn him stood, and bad him to be murye.
His slepy yerde in hond he bar uprighte;
An hat he werede up-on his heres brighte.(530)
Arrayed was this god (as he took keep)
As he was whan that Argus took his sleep;1390
And seyde him thus: ‘To Athenes shaltou wende;
Ther is thee shapen of thy wo an ende.’
And with that word Arcite wook and sterte.
‘Now trewely, how sore that me smerte,’
Quod he, ‘to Athenes right now wol I fare;1395
Ne for the drede of deeth shal I nat spare
To see my lady, that I love and serve;
In hir presence I recche nat to sterve.’(540)
And with that word he caughte a greet mirour,
And saugh that chaunged was al his colour,1400
And saugh his visage al in another kinde.
And right anoon it ran him in his minde,
That, sith his face was so disfigured
Of maladye, the which he hadde endured,
He mighte wel, if that he bar him lowe,1405
Live in Athenes ever-more unknowe,
And seen his lady wel ny day by day.
And right anon he chaunged his array,(550)
And cladde him as a povre laborer,
And al allone, save oonly a squyer,1410
That knew his privetee and al his cas,
Which was disgysed povrely, as he was,
To Athenes is he goon the nexte way.
And to the court he wente up-on a day,
And at the gate he profreth his servyse,1415
To drugge and drawe, what so men wol devyse.
And shortly of this matere for to seyn,
He fil in office with a chamberleyn,(560)
The which that dwelling was with Emelye.
For he was wys, and coude soon aspye1420
Of every servaunt, which that serveth here.
Wel coude he hewen wode, and water bere,
For he was yong and mighty for the nones,
And ther-to he was strong and big of bones
To doon that any wight can him devyse.1425
A yeer or two he was in this servyse,
Page of the chambre of Emelye the brighte;
And ‘Philostrate’ he seide that he highte.(570)
But half so wel biloved a man as he
Ne was ther never in court, of his degree;1430
He was so gentil of condicioun,
That thurghout al the court was his renoun.
They seyden, that it were a charitee
That Theseus wolde enhauncen his degree,
And putten him in worshipful servyse,1435
Ther as he mighte his vertu excercyse.
And thus, with-inne a whyle, his name is spronge
Bothe of his dedes, and his goode tonge,(580)
That Theseus hath taken him so neer
That of his chambre he made him a squyer,1440
And yaf him gold to mayntene his degree;
And eek men broghte him out of his contree
From yeer to yeer, ful prively, his rente;
But honestly and slyly he it spente,
That no man wondred how that he it hadde.1445
And three yeer in this wyse his lyf he ladde,
And bar him so in pees and eek in werre,
Ther nas no man that Theseus hath derre.(590)
And in this blisse lete I now Arcite,
And speke I wol of Palamon a lyte.1450
In derknesse and horrible and strong prisoun
This seven yeer hath seten Palamoun,
Forpyned, what for wo and for distresse;
Who feleth double soor and hevinesse
But Palamon? that love destreyneth so,1455
That wood out of his wit he gooth for wo;
And eek therto he is a prisoner
Perpetuelly, noght oonly for a yeer.(600)
Who coude ryme in English proprely
His martirdom? for sothe, it am nat I;1460
Therefore I passe as lightly as I may.
It fel that in the seventhe yeer, in May,
The thridde night, (as olde bokes seyn,
That al this storie tellen more pleyn,)
Were it by aventure or destinee,1465
(As, whan a thing is shapen, it shal be,)
That, sone after the midnight, Palamoun,
By helping of a freend, brak his prisoun,(610)
And fleeth the citee, faste as he may go;
For he had yive his gayler drinke so1470
Of a clarree, maad of a certeyn wyn,
With nercotikes and opie of Thebes fyn,
That al that night, thogh that men wolde him shake,
The gayler sleep, he mighte nat awake;
And thus he fleeth as faste as ever he may.1475
The night was short, and faste by the day,
That nedes-cost he moste him-selven hyde,
And til a grove, faste ther besyde,(620)
With dredful foot than stalketh Palamoun.
For shortly, this was his opinioun,1480
That in that grove he wolde him hyde al day,
And in the night than wolde he take his way
To Thebes-ward, his freendes for to preye
On Theseus to helpe him to werreye;
And shortly, outher he wolde lese his lyf,1485
Or winnen Emelye un-to his wyf;
This is theffect and his entente pleyn.
Now wol I torne un-to Arcite ageyn,(630)
That litel wiste how ny that was his care,
Til that fortune had broght him in the snare.1490
The bisy larke, messager of day,
Saluëth in hir song the morwe gray;
And fyry Phebus ryseth up so brighte,
That al the orient laugheth of the lighte,
And with his stremes dryeth in the greves1495
The silver dropes, hanging on the leves.
And Arcite, that is in the court royal
With Theseus, his squyer principal,(640)
Is risen, and loketh on the myrie day.
And, for to doon his observaunce to May,1500
Remembering on the poynt of his desyr,
He on a courser, sterting as the fyr,
Is riden in-to the feeldes, him to pleye,
Out of the court, were it a myle or tweye;
And to the grove, of which that I yow tolde,1505
By aventure, his wey he gan to holde,
To maken him a gerland of the greves,
Were it of wodebinde or hawethorn-leves,(650)
And loude he song ageyn the sonne shene:
‘May, with alle thy floures and thy grene,1510
Wel-come be thou, faire fresshe May,
I hope that I som grene gete may.’
And from his courser, with a lusty herte,
In-to the grove ful hastily he sterte,
And in a path he rometh up and doun,1515
Ther-as, by aventure, this Palamoun
Was in a bush, that no man mighte him see,
For sore afered of his deeth was he.(660)
No-thing ne knew he that it was Arcite:
God wot he wolde have trowed it ful lyte.1520
But sooth is seyd, gon sithen many yeres,
That ‘feeld hath eyen, and the wode hath eres.’
It is ful fair a man to bere him evene,
For al-day meteth men at unset stevene.
Ful litel woot Arcite of his felawe,1525
That was so ny to herknen al his sawe,
For in the bush he sitteth now ful stille.
Whan that Arcite had romed al his fille,(670)
And songen al the roundel lustily,
In-to a studie he fil sodeynly,1530
As doon thise loveres in hir queynte geres,
Now in the croppe, now doun in the breres,
Now up, now doun, as boket in a welle.
Right as the Friday, soothly for to telle,
Now it shyneth, now it reyneth faste,1535
Right so can gery Venus overcaste
The hertes of hir folk; right as hir day
Is gerful, right so chaungeth she array.(680)
Selde is the Friday al the wyke y-lyke.
Whan that Arcite had songe, he gan to syke,1540
And sette him doun with-outen any more:
‘Alas!’ quod he, ‘that day that I was bore!
How longe, Iuno, thurgh thy crueltee,
Woltow werreyen Thebes the citee?
Allas! y-broght is to confusioun1545
The blood royal of Cadme and Amphioun;
Of Cadmus, which that was the firste man
That Thebes bulte, or first the toun bigan,(690)
And of the citee first was crouned king,
Of his linage am I, and his of-spring1550
By verray ligne , as of the stok royal:
And now I am so caitif and so thral,
That he, that is my mortal enemy,
I serve him as his squyer povrely.
And yet doth Iuno me wel more shame,1555
For I dar noght biknowe myn owne name;
But ther-as I was wont to highte Arcite,
Now highte I Philostrate, noght worth a myte.(700)
Allas! thou felle Mars, allas! Iuno,
Thus hath your ire our kinrede al fordo,1560
Save only me, and wrecched Palamoun,
That Theseus martyreth in prisoun.
And over al this, to sleen me utterly,
Love hath his fyry dart so brenningly
Y-stiked thurgh my trewe careful herte,1565
That shapen was my deeth erst than my sherte.
Ye sleen me with your eyen, Emelye;
Ye been the cause wherfor that I dye.(710)
Of al the remenant of myn other care
Ne sette I nat the mountaunce of a tare,1570
So that I coude don aught to your plesaunce!’
And with that word he fil doun in a traunce
A longe tyme; and after he up-sterte.
This Palamoun, that thoughte that thurgh his herte
He felte a cold swerd sodeynliche glyde,1575
For ire he quook, no lenger wolde he byde.
And whan that he had herd Arcites tale,
As he were wood, with face deed and pale,(720)
He sterte him up out of the buskes thikke,
And seyde: ‘Arcite, false traitour wikke,1580
Now artow hent, that lovest my lady so,
For whom that I have al this peyne and wo,
And art my blood, and to my counseil sworn,
As I ful ofte have told thee heer-biforn,
And hast by-iaped here duk Theseus,1585
And falsly chaunged hast thy name thus;
I wol be deed, or elles thou shalt dye.
Thou shalt nat love my lady Emelye,(730)
But I wol love hir only, and namo;
For I am Palamoun, thy mortal fo.1590
And though that I no wepne have in this place,
But out of prison am astert by grace,
I drede noght that outher thou shalt dye,
Or thou ne shalt nat loven Emelye.
Chees which thou wilt, for thou shalt nat asterte.’1595
This Arcite, with ful despitous herte,
Whan he him knew, and hadde his tale herd,
As fiers as leoun, pulled out a swerd,(740)
And seyde thus: ‘by God that sit above,
Nere it that thou art sik, and wood for love,1600
And eek that thou no wepne hast in this place,
Thou sholdest never out of this grove pace,
That thou ne sholdest dyen of myn hond.
For I defye the seurtee and the bond
Which that thou seyst that I have maad to thee.1605
What, verray fool, think wel that love is free,
And I wol love hir, maugre al thy might!
But, for as muche thou art a worthy knight,(750)
And wilnest to darreyne hir by batayle,
Have heer my trouthe, to-morwe I wol nat fayle,1610
With-outen witing of any other wight,
That here I wol be founden as a knight,
And bringen harneys right y-nough for thee;
And chees the beste, and leve the worste for me.
And mete and drinke this night wol I bringe1615
Y-nough for thee, and clothes for thy beddinge.
And, if so be that thou my lady winne,
And slee me in this wode ther I am inne,(760)
Thou mayst wel have thy lady, as for me.’
This Palamon answerde: ‘I graunte it thee.’1620
And thus they been departed til a-morwe,
When ech of hem had leyd his feith to borwe.
O Cupide, out of alle charitee!
O regne, that wolt no felawe have with thee!
Ful sooth is seyd, that love ne lordshipe1625
Wol noght, his thankes, have no felaweshipe;
Wel finden that Arcite and Palamoun.
Arcite is riden anon un-to the toun,(770)
And on the morwe, er it were dayes light,
Ful prively two harneys hath he dight,1630
Bothe suffisaunt and mete to darreyne
The bataille in the feeld bitwix hem tweyne.
And on his hors, allone as he was born,
He carieth al this harneys him biforn;
And in the grove, at tyme and place y-set,1635
This Arcite and this Palamon ben met.
Tho chaungen gan the colour in hir face;
Right as the hunter in the regne of Trace,(780)
That stondeth at the gappe with a spere,
Whan hunted is the leoun or the bere,1640
And hereth him come russhing in the greves,
And breketh bothe bowes and the leves,
And thinketh, ‘heer cometh my mortel enemy,
With-oute faile, he moot be deed, or I;
For outher I mot sleen him at the gappe,1645
Or he mot sleen me, if that me mishappe:’
So ferden they, in chaunging of hir hewe,
As fer as everich of hem other knewe.(790)
Ther nas no good day, ne no saluing;
But streight, with-outen word or rehersing,1650
Everich of hem halp for to armen other,
As freendly as he were his owne brother;
And after that, with sharpe speres stronge
They foynen ech at other wonder longe.
Thou mightest wene that this Palamoun1655
In his fighting were a wood leoun,
And as a cruel tygre was Arcite:
As wilde bores gonne they to smyte,(800)
That frothen whyte as foom for ire wood.
Up to the ancle foghte they in hir blood.1660
And in this wyse I lete hem fighting dwelle;
And forth I wol of Theseus yow telle.
The destinee, ministre general,
That executeth in the world over-al
The purveyaunce, that God hath seyn biforn,1665
So strong it is, that, though the world had sworn
The contrarie of a thing, by ye or nay,
Yet somtyme it shal fallen on a day(810)
That falleth nat eft with-inne a thousand yere.
For certeinly, our appetytes here,1670
Be it of werre, or pees, or hate, or love,
Al is this reuled by the sighte above.
This mene I now by mighty Theseus,
That for to honten is so desirous,
And namely at the grete hert in May,1675
That in his bed ther daweth him no day,
That he nis clad, and redy for to ryde
With hunte and horn, and houndes him bisyde.(820)
For in his hunting hath he swich delyt,
That it is al his Ioye and appetyt1680
To been him-self the grete hertes bane;
For after Mars he serveth now Diane.
Cleer was the day, as I have told er this,
And Theseus, with alle Ioye and blis,
With his Ipolita, the fayre quene,1685
And Emelye, clothed al in grene,
On hunting be they riden royally.
And to the grove, that stood ful faste by,(830)
In which ther was an hert, as men him tolde,
Duk Theseus the streighte wey hath holde.1690
And to the launde he rydeth him ful right,
For thider was the hert wont have his flight,
And over a brook, and so forth on his weye.
This duk wol han a cours at him, or tweye,
With houndes, swiche as that him list comaunde.1695
And whan this duk was come un-to the launde,
Under the sonne he loketh, and anon
He was war of Arcite and Palamon,(840)
That foughten breme, as it were bores two;
The brighte swerdes wenten to and fro1700
So hidously, that with the leeste strook
It seemed as it wolde felle an ook;
But what they were, no-thing he ne woot.
This duk his courser with his spores smoot,
And at a stert he was bitwix hem two,1705
And pulled out a swerd and cryed, ‘ho!
Namore, up peyne of lesing of your heed.
By mighty Mars, he shal anon be deed,(850)
That smyteth any strook, that I may seen!
But telleth me what mister men ye been,1710
That been so hardy for to fighten here
With-outen Iuge or other officere,
As it were in a listes royally?’
This Palamon answerde hastily,
And seyde: ‘sire, what nedeth wordes mo?1715
We have the deeth deserved bothe two.
Two woful wrecches been we, two caytyves,
That been encombred of our owne lyves;(860)
And as thou art a rightful lord and Iuge,
Ne yeve us neither mercy ne refuge,1720
But slee me first, for seynte charitee;
But slee my felawe eek as wel as me.
Or slee him first; for, though thou knowe it lyte,
This is thy mortal fo, this is Arcite,
That fro thy lond is banished on his heed,1725
For which he hath deserved to be deed.
For this is he that cam un-to thy gate,
And seyde, that he highte Philostrate.(870)
Thus hath he Iaped thee ful many a yeer,
And thou has maked him thy chief squyer;1730
And this is he that loveth Emelye.
For sith the day is come that I shal dye,
I make pleynly my confessioun,
That I am thilke woful Palamoun,
That hath thy prison broken wikkedly.1735
I am thy mortal fo, and it am I
That loveth so hote Emelye the brighte,
That I wol dye present in hir sighte.(880)
Therfore I axe deeth and my Iuwyse;
But slee my felawe in the same wyse,1740
For bothe han we deserved to be slayn.’
This worthy duk answerde anon agayn,
And seyde, ‘This is a short conclusioun:
Youre owne mouth, by your confessioun,
Hath dampned you, and I wol it recorde,1745
It nedeth noght to pyne yow with the corde.
Ye shul be deed, by mighty Mars the rede!’
The quene anon, for verray wommanhede,(890)
Gan for to wepe, and so dide Emelye,
And alle the ladies in the companye.1750
Gret pitee was it, as it thoughte hem alle,
That ever swich a chaunce sholde falle;
For gentil men they were, of greet estat,
And no-thing but for love was this debat;
And sawe hir blody woundes wyde and sore;1755
And alle cryden, bothe lasse and more,
‘Have mercy, lord, up-on us wommen alle!’
And on hir bare knees adoun they falle,(900)
And wolde have kist his feet ther-as he stood,
Til at the laste aslaked was his mood;1760
For pitee renneth sone in gentil herte.
And though he first for ire quook and sterte,
He hath considered shortly, in a clause,
The trespas of hem bothe, and eek the cause:
And al-though that his ire hir gilt accused,1765
Yet in his reson he hem bothe excused;
As thus: he thoghte wel, that every man
Wol helpe him-self in love, if that he can,(910)
And eek delivere him-self out of prisoun;
And eek his herte had compassioun 1770
Of wommen, for they wepen ever in oon;
And in his gentil herte he thoghte anoon,
And softe un-to himself he seyde: ‘fy
Up-on a lord that wol have no mercy,
But been a leoun, bothe in word and dede,1775
To hem that been in repentaunce and drede
As wel as to a proud despitous man
That wol maynteyne that he first bigan!(920)
That lord hath litel of discrecioun,
That in swich cas can no divisioun,1780
But weyeth pryde and humblesse after oon.’
And shortly, whan his ire is thus agoon,
He gan to loken up with eyen lighte,
And spak thise same wordes al on highte:—
‘The god of love, a! benedicite,1785
How mighty and how greet a lord is he!
Ayeins his might ther gayneth none obstacles,
He may be cleped a god for his miracles;(930)
For he can maken at his owne gyse
Of everich herte, as that him list devyse.1790
Lo heer, this Arcite and this Palamoun,
That quitly weren out of my prisoun,
And mighte han lived in Thebes royally,
And witen I am hir mortal enemy,
And that hir deeth lyth in my might also,1795
And yet hath love, maugree hir eyen two,
Y-broght hem hider bothe for to dye!
Now loketh, is nat that an heigh folye?(940)
Who may been a fool, but-if he love?
Bihold, for Goddes sake that sit above,1800
Se how they blede! be they noght wel arrayed?
Thus hath hir lord, the god of love, y-payed
Hir wages and hir fees for hir servyse!
And yet they wenen for to been ful wyse
That serven love, for aught that may bifalle!1805
But this is yet the beste game of alle,
That she, for whom they han this Iolitee,
Can hem ther-for as muche thank as me;(950)
She woot namore of al this hote fare,
By God, than woot a cokkow or an hare!1810
But al mot been assayed, hoot and cold;
A man mot been a fool, or yong or old;
I woot it by my-self ful yore agoon:
For in my tyme a servant was I oon.
And therfore, sin I knowe of loves peyne,1815
And woot how sore it can a man distreyne,
As he that hath ben caught ofte in his las,
I yow foryeve al hoolly this trespas,(960)
At requeste of the quene that kneleth here,
And eek of Emelye, my suster dere.1820
And ye shul bothe anon un-to me swere,
That never-mo ye shul my contree dere,
Ne make werre up-on me night ne day,
But been my freendes in al that ye may;
I yow foryeve this trespas every del.’1825
And they him swore his axing fayre and wel,1825
And him of lordshipe and of mercy preyde,
And he hem graunteth grace, and thus he seyde:(970)
‘To speke of royal linage and richesse,
Though that she were a quene or a princesse,1830
Ech of yow bothe is worthy, doutelees,
To wedden whan tyme is, but nathelees
I speke as for my suster Emelye,
For whom ye have this stryf and Ielousye;
Ye woot your-self, she may not wedden two1835
At ones, though ye fighten ever-mo:
That oon of yow, al be him looth or leef,
He moot go pypen in an ivy-leef;(980)
This is to seyn, she may nat now han bothe,
Al be ye never so Ielous , ne so wrothe.1840
And for-thy I yow putte in this degree,
That ech of yow shal have his destinee
As him is shape; and herkneth in what wyse;
Lo, heer your ende of that I shal devyse.
My wil is this, for plat conclusioun,1845
With-outen any replicacioun,
If that yow lyketh, tak it for the beste,
That everich of yow shal gon wher him leste(990)
Frely, with-outen raunson or daunger;
And this day fifty wykes, fer ne ner,1850
Everich of yow shal bringe an hundred knightes,
Armed for listes up at alle rightes,
Al redy to darreyne hir by bataille.
And this bihote I yow, with-outen faille,
Up-on my trouthe, and as I am a knight,1855
That whether of yow bothe that hath might,
This is to seyn, that whether he or thou
May with his hundred, as I spak of now,(1000)
Sleen his contrarie, or out of listes dryve,
Him shal I yeve Emelya to wyve,1860
To whom that fortune yeveth so fair a grace.
The listes shal I maken in this place,
And God so wisly on my soule rewe,
As I shal even Iuge been and trewe.
Ye shul non other ende with me maken,1865
That oon of yow ne shal be deed or taken.
And if yow thinketh this is wel y-sayd,
Seyeth your avys, and holdeth yow apayd.(1010)
This is your ende and your conclusioun.’
Who loketh lightly now but Palamoun?1870
Who springeth up for Ioye but Arcite?
Who couthe telle, or who couthe it endyte,
The Ioye that is maked in the place
Whan Theseus hath doon so fair a grace?
But doun on knees wente every maner wight,1875
And thanked him with al her herte and might,
And namely the Thebans ofte sythe.
And thus with good hope and with herte blythe(1020)
They take hir leve, and hom-ward gonne they ryde
To Thebes, with his olde walles wyde.1880

Explicit secunda pars. Sequitur pars tercia.

I trowe men wolde deme it necligence,
If I foryete to tellen the dispence
Of Theseus, that goth so bisily
To maken up the listes royally;
That swich a noble theatre as it was,1885
I dar wel seyn that in this world ther nas.
The circuit a myle was aboute,
Walled of stoon, and diched al with-oute.(1030)
Round was the shap, in maner of compas,
Ful of degrees, the heighte of sixty pas,1890
That, whan a man was set on o degree,
He letted nat his felawe for to see.
Est-ward ther stood a gate of marbel whyt,
West-ward, right swich another in the opposit.
And shortly to concluden, swich a place1895
Was noon in erthe, as in so litel space;
For in the lond ther nas no crafty man,
That geometrie or ars-metrik can,(1040)
Ne purtreyour, ne kerver of images,
That Theseus ne yaf him mete and wages 1900
The theatre for to maken and devyse.
And for to doon his ryte and sacrifyse,
He est-ward hath, up-on the gate above,
In worship of Venus, goddesse of love,
Don make an auter and an oratorie;1905
And west-ward, in the minde and in memorie
Of Mars, he maked hath right swich another,
That coste largely of gold a fother.(1050)
And north-ward, in a touret on the wal,
Of alabastre whyt and reed coral1910
An oratorie riche for to see,
In worship of Dyane of chastitee,
Hath Theseus don wroght in noble wyse.
But yet hadde I foryeten to devyse
The noble kerving, and the portreitures,1915
The shap, the countenaunce, and the figures,
That weren in thise oratories three.
First in the temple of Venus maystow see(1060)
Wroght on the wal, ful pitous to biholde,
The broken slepes, and the sykes colde;1920
The sacred teres, and the waymenting;
The fyry strokes of the desiring,
That loves servaunts in this lyf enduren;
The othes, that hir covenants assuren;
Plesaunce and hope, desyr, fool-hardinesse,1925
Beautee and youthe, bauderie, richesse,
Charmes and force, lesinges, flaterye,
Dispense, bisynesse, and Ielousye,(1070)
That wered of yelwe goldes a gerland,
And a cokkow sitting on hir hand;1930
Festes, instruments, caroles, daunces,
Lust and array, and alle the circumstaunces
Of love, whiche that I rekne and rekne shal,
By ordre weren peynted on the wal,
And mo than I can make of mencioun.1935
For soothly, al the mount of Citheroun,
Ther Venus hath hir principal dwelling,
Was shewed on the wal in portreying,(1080)
With al the gardin, and the lustinesse.
Nat was foryeten the porter Ydelnesse,1940
Ne Narcisus the faire of yore agon,
Ne yet the folye of king Salamon,
Ne yet the grete strengthe of Hercules—
Thenchauntements of Medea and Circes—
Ne of Turnus, with the hardy fiers corage,1945
The riche Cresus, caytif in servage.
Thus may ye seen that wisdom ne richesse,
Beautee ne sleighte, strengthe, ne hardinesse,(1090)
Ne may with Venus holde champartye;
For as hir list the world than may she gye.1950
Lo, alle thise folk so caught were in hir las,
Til they for wo ful ofte seyde ‘allas!’
Suffyceth heer ensamples oon or two,
And though I coude rekne a thousand mo.
The statue of Venus, glorious for to see,1955
Was naked fleting in the large see,
And fro the navele doun all covered was
With wawes grene, and brighte as any glas.(1100)
A citole in hir right hand hadde she,
And on hir heed, ful semely for to see,1960
A rose gerland, fresh and wel smellinge;
Above hir heed hir dowves flikeringe.
Biforn hir stood hir sone Cupido,
Up-on his shuldres winges hadde he two;
And blind he was, as it is ofte sene;1965
A bowe he bar and arwes brighte and kene.
Why sholde I noght as wel eek telle yow al
The portreiture, that was up-on the wal(1110)
With-inne the temple of mighty Mars the rede?
Al peynted was the wal, in lengthe and brede,1970
Lyk to the estres of the grisly place,
That highte the grete temple of Mars in Trace,
In thilke colde frosty regioun,
Ther-as Mars hath his sovereyn mansioun.
First on the wal was peynted a foreste,1975
In which ther dwelleth neither man ne beste,
With knotty knarry bareyn treës olde
Of stubbes sharpe and hidous to biholde;(1120)
In which ther ran a rumbel and a swough,
As though a storm sholde bresten every bough:1980
And downward from an hille, under a bente,
Ther stood the temple of Mars armipotente,
Wroght al of burned steel, of which thentree
Was long and streit, and gastly for to see.
And ther-out cam a rage and such a vese,1985
That it made al the gates for to rese.
The northren light in at the dores shoon,
For windowe on the wal ne was ther noon,(1130)
Thurgh which men mighten any light discerne.
The dores were alle of adamant eterne,1990
Y-clenched overthwart and endelong
With iren tough; and, for to make it strong,
Every piler, the temple to sustene,
Was tonne-greet, of iren bright and shene.
Ther saugh I first the derke imagining 1995
Of felonye, and al the compassing;
The cruel ire, reed as any glede;
The pykepurs, and eek the pale drede;(1140)
The smyler with the knyf under the cloke;
The shepne brenning with the blake smoke;2000
The treson of the mordring in the bedde;
The open werre, with woundes al bi-bledde;
Contek, with blody knyf and sharp manace;
Al ful of chirking was that sory place.
The sleere of him-self yet saugh I ther,2005
His herte-blood hath bathed al his heer;
The nayl y-driven in the shode a-night;
The colde deeth, with mouth gaping up-right.(1150)
Amiddes of the temple sat meschaunce,
With disconfort and sory contenaunce.2010
Yet saugh I woodnesse laughing in his rage;
Armed compleint, out -hees, and fiers outrage.
The careyne in the bush, with throte y-corve:
A thousand slayn, and nat of qualm y-storve;
The tiraunt, with the prey by force y-raft;2015
The toun destroyed, ther was no-thing laft.
Yet saugh I brent the shippes hoppesteres;
The hunte strangled with the wilde beres:(1160)
The sowe freten the child right in the cradel;
The cook y-scalded, for al his longe ladel.2020
Noght was foryeten by the infortune of Marte;
The carter over-riden with his carte,
Under the wheel ful lowe he lay adoun.
Ther were also, of Martes divisioun,
The barbour, and the bocher, and the smith 2025
That forgeth sharpe swerdes on his stith.
And al above, depeynted in a tour,
Saw I conquest sittinge in greet honour,(1170)
With the sharpe swerde over his heed
Hanginge by a sotil twynes threed.2030
Depeynted was the slaughtre of Iulius,
Of grete Nero, and of Antonius;
Al be that thilke tyme they were unborn,
Yet was hir deeth depeynted ther-biforn,
By manasinge of Mars, right by figure;2035
So was it shewed in that portreiture
As is depeynted in the sterres above,
Who shal be slayn or elles deed for love.(1180)
Suffyceth oon ensample in stories olde,
I may not rekne hem alle, thogh I wolde.2040
The statue of Mars up-on a carte stood,
Armed, and loked grim as he were wood;
And over his heed ther shynen two figures
Of sterres, that been cleped in scriptures,
That oon Puella, that other Rubeus.2045
This god of armes was arrayed thus:—
A wolf ther stood biforn him at his feet
With eyen rede, and of a man he eet;(1190)
With sotil pencel was depeynt this storie,
In redoutinge of Mars and of his glorie.2050
Now to the temple of Diane the chaste
As shortly as I can I wol me haste,
To telle yow al the descripcioun.
Depeynted been the walles up and doun
Of hunting and of shamfast chastitee.2055
Ther saugh I how woful Calistopee,
Whan that Diane agreved was with here,
Was turned from a womman til a bere,(1200)
And after was she maad the lode-sterre;
Thus was it peynt, I can say yow no ferre;2060
Hir sone is eek a sterre, as men may see.
Ther saugh I Dane, y-turned til a tree,
I mene nat the goddesse Diane,
But Penneus doughter, which that highte Dane.
Ther saugh I Attheon an hert y-maked,2065
For vengeaunce that he saugh Diane al naked;
I saugh how that his houndes have him caught,
And freten him, for that they knewe him naught.(1210)
Yet peynted was a litel forther-moor,
How Atthalante hunted the wilde boor,2070
And Meleagre , and many another mo,
For which Diane wroghte him care and wo.
Ther saugh I many another wonder storie,
The whiche me list nat drawen to memorie.
This goddesse on an hert ful hye seet,2075
With smale houndes al aboute hir feet;
And undernethe hir feet she hadde a mone,
Wexing it was, and sholde wanie sone.(1220)
In gaude grene hir statue clothed was,
With bowe in honde, and arwes in a cas.2080
Hir eyen caste she ful lowe adoun,
Ther Pluto hath his derke regioun.
A womman travailinge was hir biforn,
But, for hir child so longe was unborn,
Ful pitously Lucyna gan she calle,2085
And seyde, ‘help, for thou mayst best of alle.’
Wel couthe he peynten lyfly that it wroghte,
With many a florin he the hewes boghte.(1230)
Now been thise listes maad, and Theseus,
That at his grete cost arrayed thus2090
The temples and the theatre every del,
Whan it was doon, him lyked wonder wel.
But stinte I wol of Theseus a lyte,
And speke of Palamon and of Arcite.
The day approcheth of hir retourninge,2095
That everich sholde an hundred knightes bringe,
The bataille to darreyne, as I yow tolde;
And til Athenes, hir covenant for to holde,(1240)
Hath everich of hem broght an hundred knightes
Wel armed for the werre at alle rightes.2100
And sikerly, ther trowed many a man
That never, sithen that the world bigan,
As for to speke of knighthod of hir hond,
As fer as God hath maked see or lond,
Nas, of so fewe, so noble a companye.2105
For every wight that lovede chivalrye,
And wolde, his thankes, han a passant name,
Hath preyed that he mighte ben of that game;(1250)
And wel was him, that ther-to chosen was.
For if ther fille to-morwe swich a cas,2110
Ye knowen wel, that every lusty knight,
That loveth paramours, and hath his might,
Were it in Engelond, or elles-where,
They wolde, hir thankes, wilnen to be there.
To fighte for a lady, benedicite!2115
It were a lusty sighte for to see.
And right so ferden they with Palamon.
With him ther wenten knightes many oon;(1260)
Som wol ben armed in an habergeoun,
In a brest-plat and in a light gipoun;2120
And somme woln have a peyre plates large;
And somme woln have a Pruce sheld, or a targe;
Somme woln ben armed on hir legges weel,
And have an ax, and somme a mace of steel.
Ther nis no newe gyse, that it nas old.2125
Armed were they, as I have you told,
Everich after his opinioun.
Ther maistow seen coming with Palamoun(1270)
Ligurge him-self, the grete king of Trace;
Blak was his berd, and manly was his face.2130
The cercles of his eyen in his heed,
They gloweden bitwixe yelow and reed;
And lyk a griffon loked he aboute,
With kempe heres on his browes stoute;
His limes grete, his braunes harde and stronge,2135
His shuldres brode, his armes rounde and longe.
And as the gyse was in his contree,
Ful hye up-on a char of gold stood he,(1280)
With foure whyte boles in the trays.
In-stede of cote-armure over his harnays,2140
With nayles yelwe and brighte as any gold,
He hadde a beres skin, col-blak, for-old.
His long heer was kembd bihinde his bak,
As any ravenes fether it shoon for-blak:
A wrethe of gold arm-greet, of huge wighte,2145
Upon his heed, set ful of stones brighte,
Of fyne rubies and of dyamaunts.
Aboute his char ther wenten whyte alaunts,(1290)
Twenty and mo, as grete as any steer,
To hunten at the leoun or the deer,2150
And folwed him, with mosel faste y-bounde,
Colers of gold, and torets fyled rounde.
An hundred lordes hadde he in his route
Armed ful wel, with hertes sterne and stoute.
With Arcita, in stories as men finde,2155
The grete Emetreus, the king of Inde,
Up-on a stede bay, trapped in steel,
Covered in cloth of gold diapred weel,(1300)
Cam ryding lyk the god of armes, Mars.
His cote-armure was of cloth of Tars,2160
Couched with perles whyte and rounde and grete.
His sadel was of brend gold newe y-bete;
A mantelet upon his shuldre hanginge
Bret-ful of rubies rede, as fyr sparklinge.
His crispe heer lyk ringes was y-ronne,2165
And that was yelow, and glitered as the sonne.
His nose was heigh, his eyen bright citryn,
His lippes rounde, his colour was sangwyn,(1310)
A fewe fraknes in his face y-spreynd,
Betwixen yelow and somdel blak y-meynd,2170
And as a leoun he his loking caste.
Of fyve and twenty yeer his age I caste.
His berd was wel bigonne for to springe;
His voys was as a trompe thunderinge.
Up-on his heed he wered of laurer grene2175
A gerland fresh and lusty for to sene.
Up-on his hand he bar, for his deduyt,
An egle tame, as eny lilie whyt.(1320)
An hundred lordes hadde he with him there,
Al armed, sauf hir heddes, in al hir gere,2180
Ful richely in alle maner thinges.
For trusteth wel, that dukes, erles, kinges,
Were gadered in this noble companye,
For love and for encrees of chivalrye.
Aboute this king ther ran on every part2185
Ful many a tame leoun and lepart.
And in this wyse thise lordes, alle and some,
Ben on the Sonday to the citee come(1330)
Aboute pryme, and in the toun alight.
This Theseus, this duk, this worthy knight,2190
Whan he had broght hem in-to his citee,
And inned hem, everich in his degree,
He festeth hem, and dooth so greet labour
To esen hem, and doon hem al honour,
That yet men weneth that no mannes wit2195
Of noon estat ne coude amenden it.
The minstralcye, the service at the feste,
The grete yiftes to the moste and leste,(1340)
The riche array of Theseus paleys,
Ne who sat first ne last up-on the deys,2200
What ladies fairest been or best daunsinge,
Or which of hem can dauncen best and singe,
Ne who most felingly speketh of love:
What haukes sitten on the perche above,
What houndes liggen on the floor adoun:2205
Of al this make I now no mencioun;
But al theffect, that thinketh me the beste;
Now comth the poynt, and herkneth if yow leste.(1350)
The Sonday night, er day bigan to springe,
When Palamon the larke herde singe,2210
Although it nere nat day by houres two,
Yet song the larke, and Palamon also.
With holy herte, and with an heigh corage
He roos, to wenden on his pilgrimage
Un-to the blisful Citherea benigne,2215
I mene Venus, honurable and digne.
And in hir houre he walketh forth a pas
Un-to the listes, ther hir temple was,(1360)
And doun he kneleth, and with humble chere
And herte soor, he seyde as ye shul here.2220
‘Faireste of faire, o lady myn, Venus,
Doughter to Iove and spouse of Vulcanus,
Thou glader of the mount of Citheroun,
For thilke love thou haddest to Adoun,
Have pitee of my bittre teres smerte,2225
And tak myn humble preyer at thyn herte.
Allas! I ne have no langage to telle
Theffectes ne the torments of myn helle;(1370)
Myn herte may myne harmes nat biwreye;
I am so confus, that I can noght seye.2230
But mercy, lady bright, that knowest weel
My thought, and seest what harmes that I feel,
Considere al this, and rewe up-on my sore,
As wisly as I shal for evermore,
Emforth my might, thy trewe servant be,2235
And holden werre alwey with chastitee;
That make I myn avow, so ye me helpe.
I kepe noght of armes for to yelpe,(1380)
Ne I ne axe nat to-morwe to have victorie,
Ne renoun in this cas, ne veyne glorie2240
Of pris of armes blowen up and doun,
But I wolde have fully possessioun
Of Emelye, and dye in thy servyse;
Find thou the maner how, and in what wyse.
I recche nat, but it may bettre be,2245
To have victorie of hem, or they of me,
So that I have my lady in myne armes.
For though so be that Mars is god of armes,(1390)
Your vertu is so greet in hevene above,
That, if yow list, I shal wel have my love.2250
Thy temple wol I worshipe evermo,
And on thyn auter, wher I ryde or go,
I wol don sacrifice, and fyres bete.
And if ye wol nat so, my lady swete,
Than preye I thee, to-morwe with a spere2255
That Arcita me thurgh the herte bere.
Thanne rekke I noght, whan I have lost my lyf,
Though that Arcita winne hir to his wyf.(1400)
This is theffect and ende of my preyere,
Yif me my love, thou blisful lady dere.’2260
Whan thorisoun was doon of Palamon,
His sacrifice he dide, and that anon
Ful pitously, with alle circumstaunces,
Al telle I noght as now his observaunces.
But atte laste the statue of Venus shook,2265
And made a signe, wher-by that he took
That his preyere accepted was that day.
For thogh the signe shewed a delay,(1410)
Yet wiste he wel that graunted was his bone;
And with glad herte he wente him hoom ful sone.2270
The thridde houre inequal that Palamon
Bigan to Venus temple for to goon,
Up roos the sonne, and up roos Emelye,
And to the temple of Diane gan hye.
Hir maydens, that she thider with hir ladde,2275
Ful redily with hem the fyr they hadde,
Thencens, the clothes, and the remenant al
That to the sacrifyce longen shal;(1420)
The hornes fulle of meth, as was the gyse;
Ther lakked noght to doon hir sacrifyse.2280
Smoking the temple, ful of clothes faire,
This Emelye, with herte debonaire,
Hir body wessh with water of a welle;
But how she dide hir ryte I dar nat telle,
But it be any thing in general;2285
And yet it were a game to heren al;
To him that meneth wel, it were no charge:
But it is good a man ben at his large.(1430)
Hir brighte heer was kempt , untressed al;
A coroune of a grene ook cerial2290
Up-on hir heed was set ful fair and mete.
Two fyres on the auter gan she bete,
And dide hir thinges, as men may biholde
In Stace of Thebes, and thise bokes olde.
Whan kindled was the fyr, with pitous chere2295
Un-to Diane she spak, as ye may here.
‘O chaste goddesse of the wodes grene,
To whom bothe hevene and erthe and see is sene,(1440)
Quene of the regne of Pluto derk and lowe,
Goddesse of maydens, that myn herte hast knowe2300
Ful many a yeer, and woost what I desire,
As keep me fro thy vengeaunce and thyn ire,
That Attheon aboughte cruelly.
Chaste goddesse, wel wostow that I
Desire to been a mayden al my lyf,2305
Ne never wol I be no love ne wyf.
I am, thou woost, yet of thy companye,
A mayde, and love hunting and venerye,(1450)
And for to walken in the wodes wilde,
And noght to been a wyf, and be with childe.2310
Noght wol I knowe companye of man.
Now help me, lady, sith ye may and can,
For tho thre formes that thou hast in thee.
And Palamon, that hath swich love to me,
And eek Arcite, that loveth me so sore,2315
This grace I preye thee with-oute more,
As sende love and pees bitwixe hem two;
And fro me turne awey hir hertes so,(1460)
That al hir hote love, and hir desyr,
And al hir bisy torment, and hir fyr2320
Be queynt, or turned in another place;
And if so be thou wolt not do me grace,
Or if my destinee be shapen so,
That I shal nedes have oon of hem two,
As sende me him that most desireth me.2325
Bihold, goddesse of clene chastitee,
The bittre teres that on my chekes falle.
Sin thou are mayde, and keper of us alle,(1470)
My maydenhede thou kepe and wel conserve,
And whyl I live a mayde, I wol thee serve.’2330
The fyres brenne up-on the auter clere,
Whyl Emelye was thus in hir preyere;
But sodeinly she saugh a sighte queynte,
For right anon oon of the fyres queynte,
And quiked agayn, and after that anon2335
That other fyr was queynt, and al agon;
And as it queynte, it made a whistelinge,
As doon thise wete brondes in hir brenninge,(1480)
And at the brondes ende out-ran anoon
As it were blody dropes many oon;2340
For which so sore agast was Emelye,
That she was wel ny mad, and gan to crye,
For she ne wiste what it signifyed;
But only for the fere thus hath she cryed,
And weep, that it was pitee for to here.2345
And ther-with-al Diane gan appere,
With bowe in hond, right as an hunteresse,
And seyde: ‘Doghter, stint thyn hevinesse.(1490)
Among the goddes hye it is affermed,
And by eterne word write and confermed,2350
Thou shalt ben wedded un-to oon of tho
That han for thee so muchel care and wo;
But un-to which of hem I may nat telle.
Farwel, for I ne may no lenger dwelle.
The fyres which that on myn auter brenne2355
Shul thee declaren , er that thou go henne,
Thyn aventure of love, as in this cas.’
And with that word, the arwes in the cas (1500)
Of the goddesse clateren faste and ringe,
And forth she wente, and made a vanisshinge;2360
For which this Emelye astoned was,
And seyde, ‘What amounteth this, allas!
I putte me in thy proteccioun,
Diane, and in thy disposicioun.’
And hoom she gooth anon the nexte weye.2365
This is theffect, ther is namore to seye.
The nexte houre of Mars folwinge this,
Arcite un-to the temple walked is(1510)
Of fierse Mars, to doon his sacrifyse,
With alle the rytes of his payen wyse.2370
With pitous herte and heigh devocioun,
Right thus to Mars he seyde his orisoun:
‘O stronge god, that in the regnes colde
Of Trace honoured art, and lord y-holde,
And hast in every regne and every lond2375
Of armes al the brydel in thyn hond,
And hem fortunest as thee list devyse,
Accept of me my pitous sacrifyse.(1520)
If so be that my youthe may deserve,
And that my might be worthy for to serve2380
Thy godhede, that I may been oon of thyne,
Than preye I thee to rewe up-on my pyne.
For thilke peyne, and thilke hote fyr,
In which thou whylom brendest for desyr,
Whan that thou usedest the grete beautee 2385
Of fayre yonge fresshe Venus free,
And haddest hir in armes at thy wille,
Al-though thee ones on a tyme misfille(1530)
Whan Vulcanus had caught thee in his las,
And fond thee ligging by his wyf, allas!2390
For thilke sorwe that was in thyn herte,
Have routhe as wel up-on my peynes smerte.
I am yong and unkonning, as thou wost,
And, as I trowe, with love offended most,
That ever was any lyves creature;2395
For she, that dooth me al this wo endure,
Ne reccheth never wher I sinke or flete.
And wel I woot, er she me mercy hete,(1540)
I moot with strengthe winne hir in the place;
And wel I woot, withouten help or grace2400
Of thee, ne may my strengthe noght availle.
Than help me, lord, to-morwe in my bataille,
For thilke fyr that whylom brente thee,
As wel as thilke fyr now brenneth me;
And do that I to-morwe have victorie.2405
Myn be the travaille, and thyn be the glorie!
Thy soverein temple wol I most honouren
Of any place, and alwey most labouren(1550)
In thy plesaunce and in thy craftes stronge,
And in thy temple I wol my baner honge,2410
And alle the armes of my companye;
And evere-mo, un-to that day I dye,
Eterne fyr I wol biforn thee finde.
And eek to this avow I wol me binde:
My berd, myn heer that hongeth long adoun,2415
That never yet ne felte offensioun
Of rasour nor of shere, I wol thee yive,
And ben thy trewe servant whyl I live.(1560)
Now lord, have routhe up-on my sorwes sore,
Yif me victorie, I aske thee namore.’2420
The preyere stinte of Arcita the stronge,
The ringes on the temple-dore that honge,
And eek the dores, clatereden ful faste,
Of which Arcita som-what him agaste.
The fyres brende up-on the auter brighte,2425
That it gan al the temple for to lighte;
And swete smel the ground anon up-yaf,
And Arcita anon his hand up-haf,(1570)
And more encens in-to the fyr he caste,
With othere rytes mo; and atte laste2430
The statue of Mars bigan his hauberk ringe.
And with that soun he herde a murmuringe
Ful lowe and dim, that sayde thus, ‘Victorie:’
For which he yaf to Mars honour and glorie.
And thus with Ioye, and hope wel to fare,2435
Arcite anon un-to his inne is fare,
As fayn as fowel is of the brighte sonne.
And right anon swich stryf ther is bigonne(1580)
For thilke graunting, in the hevene above,
Bitwixe Venus, the goddesse of love,2440
And Mars, the sterne god armipotente,
That Iupiter was bisy it to stente;
Til that the pale Saturnus the colde,
That knew so manye of aventures olde,
Fond in his olde experience an art,2445
That he ful sone hath plesed every part.
As sooth is sayd, elde hath greet avantage;
In elde is bothe wisdom and usage;(1590)
Men may the olde at-renne, and noght at-rede.
Saturne anon, to stinten stryf and drede,2450
Al be it that it is agayn his kynde,
Of al this stryf he gan remedie fynde.
‘My dere doghter Venus,’ quod Saturne,
‘My cours, that hath so wyde for to turne,
Hath more power than wot any man.2455
Myn is the drenching in the see so wan;
Myn is the prison in the derke cote;
Myn is the strangling and hanging by the throte;(1600)
The murmure, and the cherles rebelling,
The groyning, and the pryvee empoysoning:2460
I do vengeance and pleyn correccioun
Whyl I dwelle in the signe of the leoun.
Myn is the ruine of the hye halles,
The falling of the toures and of the walles
Up-on the mynour or the carpenter.2465
I slow Sampsoun in shaking the piler;
And myne be the maladyes colde,
The derke tresons , and the castes olde;(1610)
My loking is the fader of pestilence.
Now weep namore, I shal doon diligence2470
That Palamon, that is thyn owne knight,
Shal have his lady, as thou hast him hight.
Though Mars shal helpe his knight, yet nathelees
Bitwixe yow ther moot be som tyme pees,
Al be ye noght of o complexioun,2475
That causeth al day swich divisioun.
I am thin ayel, redy at thy wille;
Weep thou namore, I wol thy lust fulfille.’(1620)
Now wol I stinten of the goddes above,
Of Mars, and of Venus, goddesse of love,2480
And telle yow, as pleynly as I can,
The grete effect, for which that I bigan.

Explicit tercia pars. Sequitur pars quarta.

Greet was the feste in Athenes that day,
And eek the lusty seson of that May
Made every wight to been in swich plesaunce,2485
That al that Monday Iusten they and daunce,
And spenden it in Venus heigh servyse.
But by the cause that they sholde ryse(1630)
Erly, for to seen the grete fight,
Unto hir reste wente they at night.2490
And on the morwe, whan that day gan springe,
Of hors and harneys, noyse and clateringe
Ther was in hostelryes al aboute;
And to the paleys rood ther many a route
Of lordes, up-on stedes and palfreys.2495
Ther maystow seen devysing of herneys
So uncouth and so riche, and wroght so weel
Of goldsmithrie, of browding, and of steel;(1640)
The sheeldes brighte, testers, and trappures;
Gold-hewen helmes, hauberks, cote-armures;2500
Lordes in paraments on hir courseres,
Knightes of retenue, and eek squyeres
Nailinge the speres, and helmes bokelinge,
Gigginge of sheeldes, with layneres lacinge;
Ther as need is, they weren no-thing ydel;2505
The fomy stedes on the golden brydel
Gnawinge, and faste the armurers also
With fyle and hamer prikinge to and fro;(1650)
Yemen on fote, and communes many oon
With shorte staves, thikke as they may goon;2510
Pypes, trompes, nakers , clariounes,
That in the bataille blowen blody sounes;
The paleys ful of peples up and doun,
Heer three, ther ten, holding hir questioun,
Divyninge of thise Thebane knightes two.2515
Somme seyden thus, somme seyde it shal be so;
Somme helden with him with the blake berd,
Somme with the balled, somme with the thikke-herd;(1660)
Somme sayde, he loked grim and he wolde fighte;
He hath a sparth of twenty pound of wighte.2520
Thus was the halle ful of divyninge,
Longe after that the sonne gan to springe.
The grete Theseus, that of his sleep awaked
With minstralcye and noyse that was maked,
Held yet the chambre of his paleys riche,2525
Til that the Thebane knightes, bothe y-liche
Honoured, were into the paleys fet.
Duk Theseus was at a window set,(1670)
Arrayed right as he were a god in trone.
The peple preesseth thider-ward ful sone2530
Him for to seen, and doon heigh reverence,
And eek to herkne his hest and his sentence.
An heraud on a scaffold made an ho,
Til al the noyse of the peple was y-do;
And whan he saugh the peple of noyse al stille,2535
Tho showed he the mighty dukes wille.
‘The lord hath of his heigh discrecioun
Considered, that it were destruccioun(1680)
To gentil blood, to fighten in the gyse
Of mortal bataille now in this empryse;2540
Wherfore, to shapen that they shul not dye,
He wol his firste purpos modifye.
No man therfor, up peyne of los of lyf,
No maner shot, ne pollax, ne short knyf
Into the listes sende, or thider bringe;2545
Ne short swerd for to stoke, with poynt bytinge,
No man ne drawe, ne bere it by his syde.
Ne no man shal un-to his felawe ryde(1690)
But o cours, with a sharp y-grounde spere;
Foyne, if him list, on fote, him-self to were.2550
And he that is at meschief, shal be take,
And noght slayn, but be brought un-to the stake
That shal ben ordeyned on either syde;
But thider he shal by force, and ther abyde.
And if so falle, the chieftayn be take 2555
On either syde, or elles slee his make,
No lenger shal the turneyinge laste.
God spede yow; goth forth, and ley on faste.(1700)
With long swerd and with maces fight your fille.
Goth now your wey; this is the lordes wille.’2560
The voys of peple touchede the hevene,
So loude cryden they with mery stevene:
‘God save swich a lord, that is so good,
He wilneth no destruccioun of blood!’
Up goon the trompes and the melodye.2565
And to the listes rit the companye
By ordinaunce, thurgh-out the citee large,
Hanged with cloth of gold, and nat with sarge.(1710)
Ful lyk a lord this noble duk gan ryde,
Thise two Thebanes up-on either syde;2570
And after rood the quene, and Emelye,
And after that another companye
Of oon and other, after hir degree.
And thus they passen thurgh-out the citee,
And to the listes come they by tyme.2575
It nas not of the day yet fully pryme,
Whan set was Theseus ful riche and hye,
Ipolita the quene and Emelye,(1720)
And other ladies in degrees aboute.
Un-to the seetes preesseth al the route.2580
And west-ward, thurgh the gates under Marte,
Arcite, and eek the hundred of his parte,
With baner reed is entred right anon;
And in that selve moment Palamon
Is under Venus, est-ward in the place,2585
With baner whyt, and hardy chere and face.
In al the world, to seken up and doun,
So even with-outen variacioun,(1730)
Ther nere swiche companyes tweye.
For ther nas noon so wys that coude seye,2590
That any hadde of other avauntage
Of worthinesse, ne of estaat, ne age,
So even were they chosen, for to gesse.
And in two renges faire they hem dresse.
Whan that hir names rad were everichoon,2595
That in hir nombre gyle were ther noon,
Tho were the gates shet, and cryed was loude:
‘Do now your devoir, yonge knightes proude!’(1740)
The heraudes lefte hir priking up and doun;
Now ringen trompes loude and clarioun;2600
Ther is namore to seyn, but west and est
In goon the speres ful sadly in arest;
In goth the sharpe spore in-to the syde.
Ther seen men who can Iuste, and who can ryde;
Ther shiveren shaftes up-on sheeldes thikke;2605
He feleth thurgh the herte-spoon the prikke.
Up springen speres twenty foot on highte;
Out goon the swerdes as the silver brighte.(1750)
The helmes they to-hewen and to-shrede;
Out brest the blood, with sterne stremes rede.2610
With mighty maces the bones they to-breste.
He thurgh the thikkeste of the throng gan threste.
Ther stomblen stedes stronge, and doun goth al.
He rolleth under foot as dooth a bal.
He foyneth on his feet with his tronchoun,2615
And he him hurtleth with his hors adoun.
He thurgh the body is hurt, and sithen y-take,
Maugree his heed, and broght un-to the stake,(1760)
As forward was, right ther he moste abyde;
Another lad is on that other syde.2620
And som tyme dooth hem Theseus to reste,
Hem to refresshe , and drinken if hem leste.
Ful ofte a-day han thise Thebanes two
Togidre y-met, and wroght his felawe wo;
Unhorsed hath ech other of hem tweye.2625
Ther nas no tygre in the vale of Galgopheye,
Whan that hir whelp is stole, whan it is lyte,
So cruel on the hunte, as is Arcite(1770)
For Ielous herte upon this Palamoun:
Ne in Belmarye ther nis so fel leoun,2630
That hunted is, or for his hunger wood,
Ne of his praye desireth so the blood,
As Palamon to sleen his fo Arcite.
The Ielous strokes on hir helmes byte;
Out renneth blood on bothe hir sydes rede.2635
Som tyme an ende ther is of every dede;
For er the sonne un-to the reste wente,
The stronge king Emetreus gan hente(1780)
This Palamon, as he faught with Arcite,
And made his swerd depe in his flesh to byte;2640
And by the force of twenty is he take
Unyolden, and y-drawe unto the stake.
And in the rescous of this Palamoun
The stronge king Ligurge is born adoun;
And king Emetreus, for al his strengthe,2645
Is born out of his sadel a swerdes lengthe,
So hitte him Palamon er he were take;
But al for noght, he was broght to the stake.(1790)
His hardy herte mighte him helpe naught;
He moste abyde, whan that he was caught2650
By force, and eek by composicioun.
Who sorweth now but woful Palamoun,
That moot namore goon agayn to fighte?
And whan that Theseus had seyn this sighte,
Un-to the folk that foghten thus echoon2655
He cryde, ‘Ho! namore, for it is doon!
I wol be trewe Iuge, and no partye.
Arcite of Thebes shal have Emelye,(1800)
That by his fortune hath hir faire y-wonne.’
Anon ther is a noyse of peple bigonne2660
For Ioye of this, so loude and heigh with-alle,
It semed that the listes sholde falle.
What can now faire Venus doon above?
What seith she now? what dooth this quene of love?
But wepeth so, for wanting of hir wille,2665
Til that hir teres in the listes fille;
She seyde: ‘I am ashamed, doutelees.’
Saturnus seyde: ‘Doghter, hold thy pees.(1810)
Mars hath his wille, his knight hath al his bone,
And, by myn heed, thou shalt ben esed sone.’2670
The trompes, with the loude minstralcye,
The heraudes, that ful loude yolle and crye,
Been in hir wele for Ioye of daun Arcite.
But herkneth me, and stinteth now a lyte,
Which a miracle ther bifel anon.2675
This fierse Arcite hath of his helm y-don,
And on a courser, for to shewe his face,
He priketh endelong the large place,(1820)
Loking upward up-on this Emelye;
And she agayn him caste a freendlich ye,2680
(For wommen, as to speken in comune,
They folwen al the favour of fortune),
And she was al his chere, as in his herte.
Out of the ground a furie infernal sterte,
From Pluto sent, at requeste of Saturne,2685
For which his hors for fere gan to turne,
And leep asyde, and foundred as he leep;
And, er that Arcite may taken keep,(1830)
He pighte him on the pomel of his heed,
That in the place he lay as he were deed,2690
His brest to-brosten with his sadel-bowe.
As blak he lay as any cole or crowe,
So was the blood y-ronnen in his face.
Anon he was y-born out of the place
With herte soor, to Theseus paleys.2695
Tho was he corven out of his harneys,
And in a bed y-brought ful faire and blyve,
For he was yet in memorie and alyve,(1840)
And alway crying after Emelye.
Duk Theseus, with al his companye,2700
Is comen hoom to Athenes his citee,
With alle blisse and greet solempnitee.
Al be it that this aventure was falle,
He nolde noght disconforten hem alle.
Men seyde eek, that Arcite shal nat dye;2705
He shal ben heled of his maladye.
And of another thing they were as fayn,
That of hem alle was ther noon y-slayn,(1850)
Al were they sore y-hurt, and namely oon,
That with a spere was thirled his brest-boon.2710
To othere woundes, and to broken armes,
Some hadden slaves, and some hadden charmes;
Fermacies of herbes, and eek save
They dronken, for they wolde hir limes have.
For which this noble duk, as he wel can,2715
Conforteth and honoureth every man,
And made revel al the longe night,
Un-to the straunge lordes, as was right.(1860)
Ne ther was holden no disconfitinge,
But as a Iustes or a tourneyinge;2720
For soothly ther was no disconfiture,
For falling nis nat but an aventure;
Ne to be lad with fors un-to the stake
Unyolden, and with twenty knightes take,
O persone allone, with-outen mo,2725
And haried forth by arme , foot, and to,
And eek his stede driven forth with staves,
With footmen, bothe yemen and eek knaves,(1870)
It nas aretted him no vileinye,
Ther may no man clepen it cowardye.2730
For which anon duk Theseus leet crye,
To stinten alle rancour and envye,
The gree as wel of o syde as of other,
And either syde y-lyk, as otheres brother;
And yaf hem yiftes after hir degree,2735
And fully heeld a feste dayes three;
And conveyed the kinges worthily
Out of his toun a Iournee largely.(1880)
And hoom wente every man the righte way.
Ther was namore, but ‘far wel, have good day!’2740
Of this bataille I wol namore endyte,
But speke of Palamon and of Arcite.
Swelleth the brest of Arcite, and the sore
Encreesseth at his herte more and more.
The clothered blood, for any lechecraft,2745
Corrupteth , and is in his bouk y-laft,
That neither veyne-blood, ne ventusinge,
Ne drinke of herbes may ben his helpinge.(1890)
The vertu expulsif, or animal,
Fro thilke vertu cleped natural2750
Ne may the venim voyden, ne expelle.
The pypes of his longes gonne to swelle,
And every lacerte in his brest adoun
Is shent with venim and corrupcioun.
Him gayneth neither, for to gete his lyf,2755
Vomyt upward, ne dounward laxatif;
Al is to-brosten thilke regioun,
Nature hath now no dominacioun.(1900)
And certeinly, ther nature wol nat wirche,
Far-wel, phisyk! go ber the man to chirche!2760
This al and som, that Arcita mot dye,
For which he sendeth after Emelye,
And Palamon, that was his cosin dere;
Than seyde he thus, as ye shul after here.
‘Naught may the woful spirit in myn herte2765
Declare o poynt of alle my sorwes smerte
To yow, my lady, that I love most;
But I biquethe the service of my gost(1910)
To yow aboven every creature,
Sin that my lyf may no lenger dure.2770
Allas, the wo! allas, the peynes stronge,
That I for yow have suffred, and so longe!
Allas, the deeth! allas, myn Emelye!
Allas, departing of our companye!
Allas, myn hertes quene! allas, my wyf!2775
Myn hertes lady, endere of my lyf!
What is this world? what asketh men to have?
Now with his love, now in his colde grave(1920)
Allone, with-outen any companye.
Far-wel, my swete fo! myn Emelye!2780
And softe tak me in your armes tweye,
For love of God, and herkneth what I seye.
I have heer with my cosin Palamon
Had stryf and rancour, many a day a-gon,
For love of yow, and for my Ielousye.2785
And Iupiter so wis my soule gye,
To speken of a servant proprely,
With alle circumstaunces trewely,(1930)
That is to seyn, trouthe, honour, and knighthede,
Wisdom, humblesse, estaat, and heigh kinrede,2790
Fredom, and al that longeth to that art,
So Iupiter have of my soule part,
As in this world right now ne knowe I non
So worthy to ben loved as Palamon,
That serveth yow, and wol don al his lyf.2795
And if that ever ye shul been a wyf,
Foryet nat Palamon, the gentil man.’
And with that word his speche faille gan,(1940)
For from his feet up to his brest was come
The cold of deeth, that hadde him overcome.2800
And yet more-over, in his armes two
The vital strengthe is lost, and al ago.
Only the intellect, with-outen more,
That dwelled in his herte syk and sore,
Gan faillen, when the herte felte deeth,2805
Dusked his eyen two, and failled breeth.
But on his lady yet caste he his ye;
His laste word was, ‘mercy, Emelye!’(1950)
His spirit chaunged hous, and wente ther,
As I cam never, I can nat tellen wher.2810
Therfor I stinte, I nam no divinistre;
Of soules finde I nat in this registre,
Ne me ne list thilke opiniouns to telle
Of hem, though that they wryten wher they dwelle.
Arcite is cold, ther Mars his soule gye;2815
Now wol I speken forth of Emelye.
Shrighte Emelye, and howleth Palamon,
And Theseus his suster took anon(1960)
Swowninge, and bar hir fro the corps away.
What helpeth it to tarien forth the day,2820
To tellen how she weep, bothe eve and morwe?
For in swich cas wommen have swich sorwe,
Whan that hir housbonds been from hem ago,
That for the more part they sorwen so,
Or elles fallen in swich maladye,2825
That at the laste certeinly they dye.
Infinite been the sorwes and the teres
Of olde folk, and folk of tendre yeres,(1970)
In al the toun, for deeth of this Theban;
For him ther wepeth bothe child and man;2830
So greet a weping was ther noon, certayn,
Whan Ector was y-broght, al fresh y-slayn,
To Troye; allas! the pitee that was ther,
Cracching of chekes, rending eek of heer.
‘Why woldestow be deed,’ thise wommen crye,2835
‘And haddest gold y-nough, and Emelye?’
No man mighte gladen Theseus,
Savinge his olde fader Egeus,(1980)
That knew this worldes transmutacioun,
As he had seyn it chaungen up and doun,2840
Ioye after wo, and wo after gladnesse:
And shewed hem ensamples and lyknesse.
‘Right as ther deyed never man,’ quod he,
‘That he ne livede in erthe in som degree,
Right so ther livede never man,’ he seyde,2845
‘In al this world, that som tyme he ne deyde.
This world nis but a thurghfare ful of wo,
And we ben pilgrimes, passinge to and fro;(1990)
Deeth is an ende of every worldly sore.’
And over al this yet seyde he muchel more2850
To this effect, ful wysly to enhorte
The peple, that they sholde hem reconforte.
Duk Theseus, with al his bisy cure,
Caste now wher that the sepulture
Of good Arcite may best y-maked be,2855
And eek most honurable in his degree.
And at the laste he took conclusioun,
That ther as first Arcite and Palamoun(2000)
Hadden for love the bataille hem bitwene,
That in that selve grove, swote and grene,2860
Ther as he hadde his amorous desires,
His compleynt, and for love his hote fires,
He wolde make a fyr, in which thoffice
Funeral he mighte al accomplice;
And leet comaunde anon to hakke and hewe2865
The okes olde, and leye hem on a rewe
In colpons wel arrayed for to brenne;
His officers with swifte feet they renne(2010)
And ryde anon at his comaundement.
And after this, Theseus hath y-sent2870
After a bere, and it al over-spradde
With cloth of gold, the richest that he hadde.
And of the same suyte he cladde Arcite;
Upon his hondes hadde he gloves whyte;
Eek on his heed a croune of laurer grene,2875
And in his hond a swerd ful bright and kene.
He leyde him bare the visage on the bere,
Therwith he weep that pitee was to here.(2020)
And for the peple sholde seen him alle,
Whan it was day, he broghte him to the halle,2880
That roreth of the crying and the soun.
Tho cam this woful Theban Palamoun,
With flotery berd, and ruggy asshy heres,
In clothes blake, y-dropped al with teres;
And, passing othere of weping, Emelye,2885
The rewfulleste of al the companye.
In as muche as the service sholde be
The more noble and riche in his degree,(2030)
Duk Theseus leet forth three stedes bringe,
That trapped were in steel al gliteringe,2890
And covered with the armes of daun Arcite.
Up-on thise stedes, that weren grete and whyte,
Ther seten folk, of which oon bar his sheeld,
Another his spere up in his hondes heeld;
The thridde bar with him his bowe Turkeys,2895
Of brend gold was the cas, and eek the harneys;
And riden forth a pas with sorweful chere
Toward the grove, as ye shul after here.(2040)
The nobleste of the Grekes that ther were
Upon hir shuldres carieden the bere,2900
With slakke pas, and eyen rede and wete,
Thurgh-out the citee, by the maister-strete,
That sprad was al with blak, and wonder hye
Right of the same is al the strete y-wrye.
Up-on the right hond wente old Egeus,2905
And on that other syde duk Theseus,
With vessels in hir hand of gold ful fyn,
Al ful of hony, milk, and blood, and wyn;(2050)
Eek Palamon, with ful greet companye;
And after that cam woful Emelye,2910
With fyr in honde, as was that tyme the gyse,
To do thoffice of funeral servyse.
Heigh labour, and ful greet apparaillinge
Was at the service and the fyr-makinge,
That with his grene top the heven raughte,2915
And twenty fadme of brede the armes straughte;
This is to seyn, the bowes were so brode.
Of stree first ther was leyd ful many a lode.(2060)
But how the fyr was maked up on highte,
And eek the names how the trees highte,2920
As ook, firre, birch, asp, alder, holm, popler,
Wilow, elm, plane, ash, box, chasteyn, lind, laurer,
Mapul, thorn, beech, hasel, ew, whippeltree,
How they weren feld , shal nat be told for me;
Ne how the goddes ronnen up and doun,2925
Disherited of hir habitacioun,
In which they woneden in reste and pees,
Nymphes , Faunes, and Amadrides;(2070)
Ne how the bestes and the briddes alle
Fledden for fere, whan the wode was falle;2930
Ne how the ground agast was of the light,
That was nat wont to seen the sonne bright;
Ne how the fyr was couched first with stree,
And than with drye stokkes cloven a three,
And than with grene wode and spycerye,2935
And than with cloth of gold and with perrye,
And gerlandes hanging with ful many a flour,
The mirre, thencens, with al so greet odour;(2080)
Ne how Arcite lay among al this,
Ne what richesse aboute his body is;2940
Ne how that Emelye, as was the gyse,
Putte in the fyr of funeral servyse;
Ne how she swowned whan men made the fyr,
Ne what she spak, ne what was hir desyr;
Ne what Ieweles men in the fyr tho caste,2945
Whan that the fyr was greet and brente faste;
Ne how som caste hir sheeld, and som hir spere,
And of hir vestiments, whiche that they were,(2090)
And cuppes ful of wyn, and milk, and blood,
Into the fyr, that brente as it were wood;2950
Ne how the Grekes with an huge route
Thryes riden al the fyr aboute
Up-on the left hand, with a loud shoutinge,
And thryes with hir speres clateringe;
And thryës how the ladies gonne crye;2955
Ne how that lad was hom-ward Emelye;
Ne how Arcite is brent to asshen colde;
Ne how that liche-wake was y-holde (2100)
Al thilke night, ne how the Grekes pleye
The wake-pleyes, ne kepe I nat to seye;2960
Who wrastleth best naked, with oille enoynt,
Ne who that bar him best, in no disioynt.
I wol nat tellen eek how that they goon
Hoom til Athenes, whan the pley is doon;
But shortly to the poynt than wol I wende,2965
And maken of my longe tale an ende.
By processe and by lengthe of certeyn yeres
Al stinted is the moorning and the teres(2110)
Of Grekes, by oon general assent.
Than semed me ther was a parlement2970
At Athenes, up-on certeyn poynts and cas;
Among the whiche poynts y-spoken was
To have with certeyn contrees alliaunce,
And have fully of Thebans obeisaunce.
For which this noble Theseus anon2975
Leet senden after gentil Palamon,
Unwist of him what was the cause and why;
But in his blake clothes sorwefully(2120)
He cam at his comaundement in hye.
Tho sente Theseus for Emelye.2980
Whan they were set, and hust was al the place,
And Theseus abiden hadde a space
Er any word cam from his wyse brest,
His eyen sette he ther as was his lest,
And with a sad visage he syked stille,2985
And after that right thus he seyde his wille.
‘The firste moevere of the cause above,
Whan he first made the faire cheyne of love,(2130)
Greet was theffect, and heigh was his entente;
Wel wiste he why, and what ther-of he mente;2990
For with that faire cheyne of love he bond
The fyr, the eyr, the water, and the lond
In certeyn boundes, that they may nat flee;
That same prince and that moevere,’ quod he,
‘Hath stablissed , in this wrecched world adoun,2995
Certeyne dayes and duracioun
To al that is engendred in this place,
Over the whiche day they may nat pace,(2140)
Al mowe they yet tho dayes wel abregge;
Ther needeth non auctoritee allegge,3000
For it is preved by experience,
But that me list declaren my sentence.
Than may men by this ordre wel discerne,
That thilke moevere stable is and eterne.
Wel may men knowe, but it be a fool,3005
That every part deryveth from his hool.
For nature hath nat take his beginning
Of no partye ne cantel of a thing,(2150)
But of a thing that parfit is and stable,
Descending so, til it be corrumpable.3010
And therefore, of his wyse purveyaunce,
He hath so wel biset his ordinaunce,
That speces of thinges and progressiouns
Shullen enduren by successiouns,
And nat eterne be, with-oute lye:3015
This maistow understonde and seen at eye.
‘Lo the ook, that hath so long a norisshinge
From tyme that it first biginneth springe,(2160)
And hath so long a lyf, as we may see,
Yet at the laste wasted is the tree.3020
‘Considereth eek, how that the harde stoon
Under our feet, on which we trede and goon,
Yit wasteth it, as it lyth by the weye.
The brode river somtyme wexeth dreye.
The grete tounes see we wane and wende.3025
Than may ye see that al this thing hath ende.
‘Of man and womman seen we wel also,
That nedeth, in oon of thise termes two,(2170)
This is to seyn, in youthe or elles age,
He moot ben deed, the king as shal a page;3030
Som in his bed, som in the depe see,
Som in the large feeld, as men may se;
Ther helpeth noght, al goth that ilke weye.
Thanne may I seyn that al this thing moot deye.
What maketh this but Iupiter the king?3035
The which is prince and cause of alle thing,
Converting al un-to his propre welle,
From which it is deryved, sooth to telle.(2180)
And here-agayns no creature on lyve
Of no degree availleth for to stryve.3040
‘Thanne is it wisdom, as it thinketh me,
To maken vertu of necessitee,
And take it wel, that we may nat eschue,
And namely that to us alle is due.
And who-so gruccheth ought, he dooth folye,3045
And rebel is to him that al may gye.
And certeinly a man hath most honour
To dyen in his excellence and flour,(2190)
Whan he is siker of his gode name;
Than hath he doon his freend, ne him, no shame.3050
And gladder oghte his freend ben of his deeth,
Whan with honour up-yolden is his breeth,
Than whan his name apalled is for age;
For al forgeten is his vasselage.
Than is it best, as for a worthy fame,3055
To dyen whan that he is best of name.
The contrarie of al this is wilfulnesse.
Why grucchen we? why have we hevinesse,(2200)
That good Arcite, of chivalrye flour
Departed is, with duetee and honour,3060
Out of this foule prison of this lyf?
Why grucchen heer his cosin and his wyf
Of his wel-fare that loved hem so weel?
Can he hem thank? nay, God wot, never a deel,
That bothe his soule and eek hem-self offende,3065
And yet they mowe hir lustes nat amende.
‘What may I conclude of this longe serie,
But, after wo, I rede us to be merie,(2210)
And thanken Iupiter of al his grace?
And, er that we departen from this place,3070
I rede that we make, of sorwes two,
O parfyt Ioye, lasting ever-mo;
And loketh now, wher most sorwe is her-inne,
Ther wol we first amenden and biginne.
‘Suster,’ quod he, ‘this is my fulle assent,3075
With al thavys heer of my parlement,
That gentil Palamon, your owne knight,
That serveth yow with wille, herte, and might,(2220)
And ever hath doon, sin that ye first him knewe,
That ye shul, of your grace, up-on him rewe,3080
And taken him for housbonde and for lord:
Leen me your hond, for this is our acord.
Lat see now of your wommanly pitee.
He is a kinges brother sone, pardee;
And, though he were a povre bacheler,3085
Sin he hath served yow so many a yeer,
And had for yow so greet adversitee,
It moste been considered, leveth me;(2230)
For gentil mercy oghte to passen right.’
Than seyde he thus to Palamon ful right;3090
‘I trowe ther nedeth litel sermoning
To make yow assente to this thing.
Com neer, and tak your lady by the hond.’
Bitwixen hem was maad anon the bond,
That highte matrimoine or mariage,3095
By al the counseil and the baronage.
And thus with alle blisse and melodye
Hath Palamon y-wedded Emelye.(2240)
And God, that al this wyde world hath wroght,
Sende him his love, that hath it dere a-boght.3100
For now is Palamon in alle wele,
Living in blisse, in richesse, and in hele;
And Emelye him loveth so tendrely,
And he hir serveth al-so gentilly,
That never was ther no word hem bitwene3105
Of Ielousye, or any other tene.
Thus endeth Palamon and Emelye;
And God save al this faire companye!—Amen.(2250)

Here is ended the Knightes Tale.

THE MILLER’S PROLOGUE.

Here folwen the wordes bitwene the Host and the Millere.

WHAN that the Knight had thus his tale y-told,
In al the route nas ther yong ne old3110
That he ne seyde it was a noble storie,
And worthy for to drawen to memorie;
And namely the gentils everichoon.
Our Hoste lough and swoor, ‘so moot I goon,
This gooth aright; unbokeled is the male;3115
Lat see now who shal telle another tale:
For trewely, the game is wel bigonne.
Now telleth ye, sir Monk, if that ye conne,(10)
Sumwhat, to quyte with the Knightes tale.’
The Miller, that for-dronken was al pale,3120
So that unnethe up-on his hors he sat,
He nolde avalen neither hood ne hat,
Ne abyde no man for his curteisye,
But in Pilates vois he gan to crye,
And swoor by armes and by blood and bones,3125
‘I can a noble tale for the nones,
With which I wol now quyte the Knightes tale.’
Our Hoste saugh that he was dronke of ale,(20)
And seyde: ‘abyd, Robin, my leve brother,
Som bettre man shal telle us first another:3130
Abyd, and lat us werken thriftily.’
‘By goddes soul,’ quod he, ‘that wol nat I;
For I wol speke, or elles go my wey.’
Our Hoste answerde: ‘tel on, a devel wey!
Thou art a fool, thy wit is overcome.’3135
‘Now herkneth,’ quod the Miller, ‘alle and some!
But first I make a protestacioun
That I am dronke, I knowe it by my soun;(30)
And therfore, if that I misspeke or seye,
Wyte it the ale of Southwerk, I yow preye;3140
For I wol telle a legende and a lyf
Bothe of a Carpenter, and of his wyf,
How that a clerk hath set the wrightes cappe.’
The Reve answerde and seyde, ‘stint thy clappe,
Lat be thy lewed dronken harlotrye.3145
It is a sinne and eek a greet folye
To apeiren any man, or him diffame,
And eek to bringen wyves in swich fame.(40)
Thou mayst y-nogh of othere thinges seyn.’
This dronken Miller spak ful sone ageyn,3150
And seyde, ‘leve brother Osewold,
Who hath no wyf, he is no cokewold.
But I sey nat therfore that thou art oon;
Ther been ful gode wyves many oon,3154
And ever a thousand gode ayeyns oon badde,
[T. om.
That knowestow wel thy-self, but-if thou madde.
[T. om.
Why artow angry with my tale now?
I have a wyf, pardee, as well as thou,(50)
Yet nolde I, for the oxen in my plogh,
Taken up-on me more than y-nogh,3160
As demen of my-self that I were oon;
I wol beleve wel that I am noon.
An housbond shal nat been inquisitif
Of goddes privetee, nor of his wyf.
So he may finde goddes foyson there,3165
Of the remenant nedeth nat enquere.’
What sholde I more seyn, but this Millere
He nolde his wordes for no man forbere,(60)
But tolde his cherles tale in his manere;
Me thinketh that I shal reherce it here.3170
And ther-fore every gentil wight I preye,
For goddes love, demeth nat that I seye
Of evel entente, but that I moot reherce
Hir tales alle, be they bettre or werse,
Or elles falsen som of my matere.3175
And therfore, who-so list it nat y-here,
Turne over the leef, and chese another tale;
For he shal finde y-nowe, grete and smale,(70)
Of storial thing that toucheth gentillesse,
And eek moralitee and holinesse;3180
Blameth nat me if that ye chese amis.
The Miller is a cherl, ye knowe wel this;
So was the Reve, and othere many mo,
And harlotrye they tolden bothe two.
Avyseth yow and putte me out of blame;3185
And eek men shal nat make ernest of game.

Here endeth the prologe.

THE MILLERES TALE.

Here biginneth the Millere his tale.

WHYLOM ther was dwellinge at Oxenford
A riche gnof, that gestes heeld to bord,
And of his craft he was a Carpenter.
With him ther was dwellinge a povre scoler,3190
Had lerned art, but al his fantasye
Was turned for to lerne astrologye,
And coude a certeyn of conclusiouns
To demen by interrogaciouns,
If that men axed him in certein houres,3195
Whan that men sholde have droghte or elles shoures,(10)
Or if men axed him what sholde bifalle
Of every thing, I may nat rekene hem alle.
This clerk was cleped hende Nicholas;
Of derne love he coude and of solas;3200
And ther-to he was sleigh and ful privee,
And lyk a mayden meke for to see.
A chambre hadde he in that hostelrye
Allone, with-outen any companye,
Ful fetisly y-dight with herbes swote;3205
And he him-self as swete as is the rote(20)
Of licorys, or any cetewale.
His Almageste and bokes grete and smale,
His astrelabie, longinge for his art,
His augrim-stones layen faire a-part3210
On shelves couched at his beddes heed:
His presse y-covered with a falding reed.
And al above ther lay a gay sautrye,
On which he made a nightes melodye
So swetely, that al the chambre rong;3215
And Angelus ad virginem he song;(30)
And after that he song the kinges note;
Ful often blessed was his mery throte.
And thus this swete clerk his tyme spente
After his freendes finding and his rente.3220
This Carpenter had wedded newe a wyf
Which that he lovede more than his lyf;
Of eightetene yeer she was of age.
Ialous he was, and heeld hir narwe in cage,
For she was wilde and yong, and he was old3225
And demed him-self ben lyk a cokewold.(40)
He knew nat Catoun, for his wit was rude,
That bad man sholde wedde his similitude.
Men sholde wedden after hir estaat,
For youthe and elde is often at debaat.3230
But sith that he was fallen in the snare,
He moste endure, as other folk, his care.
Fair was this yonge wyf, and ther-with-al
As any wesele hir body gent and smal.
A ceynt she werede barred al of silk,3235
A barmclooth eek as whyt as morne milk (50)
Up-on hir lendes, ful of many a gore.
Whyt was hir smok, and brouded al bifore
And eek bihinde, on hir coler aboute,
Of col-blak silk, with-inne and eek with-oute.3240
The tapes of hir whyte voluper
Were of the same suyte of hir coler;
Hir filet brood of silk, and set ful hye:
And sikerly she hadde a likerous yë.
Ful smale y-pulled were hir browes two,3245
And tho were bent, and blake as any sloo.(60)
She was ful more blisful on to see
Than is the newe pere-ionette tree;
And softer than the wolle is of a wether.
And by hir girdel heeng a purs of lether3250
Tasseld with silk, and perled with latoun.
In al this world, to seken up and doun,
There nis no man so wys, that coude thenche
So gay a popelote, or swich a wenche.
Ful brighter was the shyning of hir hewe3255
Than in the tour the noble y-forged newe.(70)
But of hir song, it was as loude and yerne
As any swalwe sittinge on a berne.
Ther-to she coude skippe and make game,
As any kide or calf folwinge his dame.3260
Hir mouth was swete as bragot or the meeth,
Or hord of apples leyd in hey or heeth.
Winsinge she was, as is a Ioly colt,
Long as a mast, and upright as a bolt.
A brooch she baar up-on hir lowe coler,3265
As brood as is the bos of a bocler.(80)
Hir shoes were laced on hir legges hye;
She was a prymerole, a pigges-nye
For any lord to leggen in his bedde,
Or yet for any good yeman to wedde.3270
Now sire, and eft sire, so bifel the cas,
That on a day this hende Nicholas
Fil with this yonge wyf to rage and pleye,
Whyl that hir housbond was at Oseneye,
As clerkes ben ful subtile and ful queynte;3275
And prively he caughte hir by the queynte,(90)
And seyde, ‘y-wis, but if ich have my wille,
For derne love of thee, lemman, I spille.’
And heeld hir harde by the haunche-bones,
And seyde, ‘lemman, love me al at-ones,3280
Or I wol dyen, also god me save!’
And she sprong as a colt doth in the trave,
And with hir heed she wryed faste awey,
And seyde, ‘I wol nat kisse thee, by my fey,
Why, lat be,’ quod she, ‘lat be, Nicholas,3285
Or I wol crye out “harrow” and “allas.”(100)
Do wey your handes for your curteisye!’
This Nicholas gan mercy for to crye,
And spak so faire, and profred hir so faste,
That she hir love him graunted atte laste,3290
And swoor hir ooth, by seint Thomas of Kent,
That she wol been at his comandement,
Whan that she may hir leyser wel espye.
‘Myn housbond is so ful of Ialousye,
That but ye wayte wel and been privee,3295
I woot right wel I nam but deed,’ quod she.(110)
‘Ye moste been ful derne, as in this cas.’
‘Nay ther-of care thee noght,’ quod Nicholas,
‘A clerk had litherly biset his whyle,
But-if he coude a Carpenter bigyle.’3300
And thus they been acorded and y-sworn
To wayte a tyme, as I have told biforn.
Whan Nicholas had doon thus everydeel,
And thakked hir aboute the lendes weel,
He kist hir swete, and taketh his sautrye,3305
And pleyeth faste, and maketh melodye.(120)
Than fil it thus, that to the parish-chirche,
Cristes owne werkes for to wirche,
This gode wyf wente on an haliday;
Hir forheed shoon as bright as any day,3310
So was it wasshen whan she leet hir werk.
Now was ther of that chirche a parish-clerk,
The which that was y-cleped Absolon.
Crul was his heer, and as the gold it shoon,
And strouted as a fanne large and brode;3315
Ful streight and even lay his Ioly shode.(130)
His rode was reed, his eyen greye as goos;
With Powles window corven on his shoos,
In hoses rede he wente fetisly.
Y-clad he was ful smal and proprely,3320
Al in a kirtel of a light wachet;
Ful faire and thikke been the poyntes set.
And ther-up-on he hadde a gay surplys
As whyt as is the blosme up-on the rys.
A mery child he was, so god me save,3325
Wel coude he laten blood and clippe and shave,(140)
And make a chartre of lond or acquitaunce.
In twenty manere coude he trippe and daunce
After the scole of Oxenforde tho,
And with his legges casten to and fro,3330
And pleyen songes on a small rubible;
Ther-to he song som-tyme a loud quinible;
And as wel coude he pleye on his giterne.
In al the toun nas brewhous ne taverne
That he ne visited with his solas,3335
Ther any gaylard tappestere was.(150)
But sooth to seyn, he was somdel squaymous
Of farting, and of speche daungerous.
This Absolon, that Iolif was and gay,
Gooth with a sencer on the haliday,3340
Sensinge the wyves of the parish faste;
And many a lovely look on hem he caste,
And namely on this carpenteres wyf.
To loke on hir him thoughte a mery lyf,
She was so propre and swete and likerous.3345
I dar wel seyn, if she had been a mous,(160)
And he a cat, he wolde hir hente anon.
This parish-clerk, this Ioly Absolon,
Hath in his herte swich a love-longinge,
That of no wyf ne took he noon offringe;3350
For curteisye, he seyde, he wolde noon.
The mone, whan it was night, ful brighte shoon,
And Absolon his giterne hath y-take,
For paramours, he thoghte for to wake.
And forth he gooth, Iolif and amorous,3355
Til he cam to the carpenteres hous(170)
A litel after cokkes hadde y-crowe;
And dressed him up by a shot-windowe
That was up-on the carpenteres wal.
He singeth in his vois gentil and smal,3360
‘Now, dere lady, if thy wille be,
I preye yow that ye wol rewe on me,’
Ful wel acordaunt to his giterninge.
This carpenter awook, and herde him singe,
And spak un-to his wyf, and seyde anon,3365
‘What! Alison! herestow nat Absolon(180)
That chaunteth thus under our boures wal?’
And she answerde hir housbond ther-with-al,
‘Yis, god wot, Iohn, I here it every-del.’
This passeth forth; what wol ye bet than wel?3370
Fro day to day this Ioly Absolon
So woweth hir, that him is wo bigon.
He waketh al the night and al the day;
He kempte hise lokkes brode, and made him gay;
He woweth hir by menes and brocage,3375
And swoor he wolde been hir owne page;(190)
He singeth, brokkinge as a nightingale;
He sente hir piment, meeth, and spyced ale,
And wafres, pyping hote out of the glede;
And for she was of toune, he profred mede.3380
For som folk wol ben wonnen for richesse,
And som for strokes, and som for gentillesse.
Somtyme, to shewe his lightnesse and maistrye,
He pleyeth Herodes on a scaffold hye.
But what availleth him as in this cas?3385
She loveth so this hende Nicholas,(200)
That Absolon may blowe the bukkes horn;
He ne hadde for his labour but a scorn;
And thus she maketh Absolon hir ape,
And al his ernest turneth til a Iape.3390
Ful sooth is this proverbe, it is no lye,
Men seyn right thus, ‘alwey the nye slye
Maketh the ferre leve to be looth.’
For though that Absolon be wood or wrooth,
By-cause that he fer was from hir sighte,3395
This nye Nicholas stood in his lighte.(210)
Now bere thee wel, thou hende Nicholas!
For Absolon may waille and singe ‘allas.’
And so bifel it on a Saterday,
This carpenter was goon til Osenay;3400
And hende Nicholas and Alisoun
Acorded been to this conclusioun,
That Nicholas shal shapen him a wyle
This sely Ialous housbond to bigyle;
And if so be the game wente aright,3405
She sholde slepen in his arm al night,(220)
For this was his desyr and hir also.
And right anon, with-outen wordes mo,
This Nicholas no lenger wolde tarie,
But doth ful softe un-to his chambre carie3410
Bothe mete and drinke for a day or tweye,
And to hir housbonde bad hir for to seye,
If that he axed after Nicholas,
She sholde seye she niste where he was,
Of al that day she saugh him nat with ye;3415
She trowed that he was in maladye,(230)
For, for no cry, hir mayde coude him calle;
He nolde answere, for no-thing that mighte falle.
This passeth forth al thilke Saterday,
That Nicholas stille in his chambre lay,3420
And eet and sleep, or dide what him leste,
Til Sonday, that the sonne gooth to reste.
This sely carpenter hath greet merveyle
Of Nicholas, or what thing mighte him eyle,
And seyde, ‘I am adrad, by seint Thomas,3425
It stondeth nat aright with Nicholas.(240)
God shilde that he deyde sodeynly!
This world is now ful tikel, sikerly;
I saugh to-day a cors y-born to chirche
That now, on Monday last, I saugh him wirche.3430
Go up,’ quod he un-to his knave anoon,
‘Clepe at his dore, or knokke with a stoon,
Loke how it is, and tel me boldely.’
This knave gooth him up ful sturdily,
And at the chambre-dore, whyl that he stood,3435
He cryde and knokked as that he were wood:—(250)
‘What! how! what do ye, maister Nicholay?
How may ye slepen al the longe day?’
But al for noght, he herde nat a word;
An hole he fond, ful lowe up-on a bord,3440
Ther as the cat was wont in for to crepe;
And at that hole he looked in ful depe,
And at the laste he hadde of him a sighte.
This Nicholas sat gaping ever up-righte,
As he had kyked on the newe mone.3445
Adoun he gooth, and tolde his maister sone(260)
In what array he saugh this ilke man.
This carpenter to blessen him bigan,
And seyde, ‘help us, seinte Frideswyde!
A man woot litel what him shal bityde.3450
This man is falle, with his astromye,
In som woodnesse or in som agonye;
I thoghte ay wel how that it sholde be!
Men sholde nat knowe of goddes privetee.
Ye, blessed be alwey a lewed man,3455
That noght but oonly his bileve can!(270)
So ferde another clerk with astromye;
He walked in the feeldes for to prye
Up-on the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle,
Til he was in a marle-pit y-falle;3460
He saugh nat that. But yet, by seint Thomas,
Me reweth sore of hende Nicholas.
He shal be rated of his studying,
If that I may, by Iesus, hevene king!
Get me a staf, that I may underspore,3465
Whyl that thou, Robin, hevest up the dore.(280)
He shal out of his studying, as I gesse’—
And to the chambre-dore he gan him dresse.
His knave was a strong carl for the nones,
And by the haspe he haf it up atones;3470
In-to the floor the dore fil anon.
This Nicholas sat ay as stille as stoon,
And ever gaped upward in-to the eir.
This carpenter wende he were in despeir,
And hente him by the sholdres mightily,3475
And shook him harde, and cryde spitously,(290)
‘What! Nicholay! what, how! what! loke adoun!
Awake, and thenk on Cristes passioun;
I crouche thee from elves and fro wightes!’
Ther-with the night-spel seyde he anon-rightes3480
On foure halves of the hous aboute,
And on the threshfold of the dore with-oute:—
‘Iesu Crist, and seynt Benedight,
Blesse this hous from every wikked wight,
For nightes verye, the white pater-noster!3485
Where wentestow, seynt Petres soster?’(300)
And atte laste this hende Nicholas
Gan for to syke sore, and seyde, ‘allas!
Shal al the world be lost eftsones now?’
This carpenter answerde, ‘what seystow?3490
What! thenk on god, as we don, men that swinke.
This Nicholas answerde, ‘fecche me drinke;
And after wol I speke in privetee
Of certeyn thing that toucheth me and thee;
I wol telle it non other man, certeyn.’3495
This carpenter goth doun, and comth ageyn,(310)
And broghte of mighty ale a large quart;
And whan that ech of hem had dronke his part,
This Nicholas his dore faste shette,
And doun the carpenter by him he sette.3500
He seyde, ‘Iohn, myn hoste lief and dere,
Thou shalt up-on thy trouthe swere me here,
That to no wight thou shalt this conseil wreye;
For it is Cristes conseil that I seye,
And if thou telle it man, thou are forlore;3505
For this vengaunce thou shalt han therfore,(320)
That if thou wreye me, thou shalt be wood!’
‘Nay, Crist forbede it, for his holy blood!’
Quod tho this sely man, ‘I nam no labbe,
Ne, though I seye, I nam nat lief to gabbe.3510
Sey what thou wolt, I shal it never telle
To child ne wyf, by him that harwed helle!’
‘Now John,’ quod Nicholas, ‘I wol nat lye;
I have y-founde in myn astrologye,
As I have loked in the mone bright,3515
That now, a Monday next, at quarter-night,(330)
Shal falle a reyn and that so wilde and wood,
That half so greet was never Noës flood.
This world,’ he seyde, ‘in lasse than in an hour
Shal al be dreynt, so hidous is the shour;3520
Thus shal mankynde drenche and lese hir lyf.’
This carpenter answerde, ‘allas, my wyf!
And shal she drenche? allas! myn Alisoun!’
For sorwe of this he fil almost adoun,
And seyde, ‘is ther no remedie in this cas?’3525
‘Why, yis, for gode,’ quod hende Nicholas,(340)
‘If thou wolt werken after lore and reed;
Thou mayst nat werken after thyn owene heed.
For thus seith Salomon, that was ful trewe,
“Werk al by conseil, and thou shalt nat rewe.”3530
And if thou werken wolt by good conseil,
I undertake, with-outen mast and seyl,
Yet shal I saven hir and thee and me
Hastow nat herd how saved was Noe,
Whan that our lord had warned him biforn 3535
That al the world with water sholde be lorn?’(350)
‘Yis,’ quod this carpenter, ‘ful yore ago.’
‘Hastow nat herd,’ quod Nicholas, ‘also
The sorwe of Noë with his felawshipe,
Er that he mighte gete his wyf to shipe?3540
Him had be lever, I dar wel undertake,
At thilke tyme, than alle hise wetheres blake,
That she hadde had a ship hir-self allone.
And ther-fore, wostou what is best to done?
This asketh haste, and of an hastif thing3545
Men may nat preche or maken tarying.(360)
Anon go gete us faste in-to this in
A kneding-trogh, or elles a kimelin,
For ech of us, but loke that they be large,
In whiche we mowe swimme as in a barge,3550
And han ther-inne vitaille suffisant
But for a day; fy on the remenant!
The water shal aslake and goon away
Aboute pryme up-on the nexte day.
But Robin may nat wite of this, thy knave,3555
Ne eek thy mayde Gille I may nat save;(370)
Axe nat why, for though thou aske me,
I wol nat tellen goddes privetee.
Suffiseth thee, but if thy wittes madde,
To han as greet a grace as Noë hadde.3560
Thy wyf shal I wel saven, out of doute,
Go now thy wey, and speed thee heer-aboute.
But whan thou hast, for hir and thee and me,
Y-geten us thise kneding-tubbes three,
Than shaltow hange hem in the roof ful hye,3565
That no man of our purveyaunce spye.(380)
And whan thou thus hast doon as I have seyd,
And hast our vitaille faire in hem y-leyd,
And eek an ax, to smyte the corde atwo
When that the water comth, that we may go,3570
And broke an hole an heigh, up-on the gable,
Unto the gardin-ward, over the stable,
That we may frely passen forth our way
Whan that the grete shour is goon away—
Than shaltow swimme as myrie, I undertake,3575
As doth the whyte doke after hir drake.(390)
Than wol I clepe, “how! Alison! how! John!
Be myrie, for the flood wol passe anon.”
And thou wolt seyn, “hayl, maister Nicholay!
Good morwe, I se thee wel, for it is day.”3580
And than shul we be lordes al our lyf
Of al the world, as Noë and his wyf.
But of o thyng I warne thee ful right,
Be wel avysed, on that like night
That we ben entred in-to shippes bord,3585
That noon of us ne speke nat a word,(400)
Ne clepe, ne crye, but been in his preyere;
For it is goddes owne heste dere.
Thy wyf and thou mote hange fer a-twinne,
For that bitwixe yow shal be no sinne3590
No more in looking than ther shal in dede;
This ordinance is seyd, go, god thee spede!
Tomorwe at night, whan men ben alle aslepe,
In-to our kneding-tubbes wol we crepe,
And sitten ther, abyding goddes grace.3595
Go now thy wey, I have no lenger space(410)
To make of this no lenger sermoning.
Men seyn thus, “send the wyse, and sey no-thing;”
Thou art so wys, it nedeth thee nat teche;
Go, save our lyf, and that I thee biseche.’3600
This sely carpenter goth forth his wey.
Ful ofte he seith ‘allas’ and ‘weylawey,’
And to his wyf he tolde his privetee;
And she was war, and knew it bet than he,
What al this queynte cast was for to seye.3605
But nathelees she ferde as she wolde deye,(420)
And seyde, ‘allas! go forth thy wey anon,
Help us to scape, or we ben lost echon;
I am thy trewe verray wedded wyf;
Go, dere spouse, and help to save our lyf.’3610
Lo! which a greet thyng is affeccioun!
Men may dye of imaginacioun,
So depe may impressioun be take.
This sely carpenter biginneth quake;
Him thinketh verraily that he may see3615
Noës flood come walwing as the see(430)
To drenchen Alisoun, his hony dere.
He wepeth, weyleth, maketh sory chere,
He syketh with ful many a sory swogh.
He gooth and geteth him a kneding-trogh,3620
And after that a tubbe and a kimelin,
And prively he sente hem to his in,
And heng hem in the roof in privetee.
His owne hand he made laddres three,
To climben by the ronges and the stalkes3625
Un-to the tubbes hanginge in the balkes,(440)
And hem vitailled , bothe trogh and tubbe,
With breed and chese, and good ale in a Iubbe,
Suffysinge right y-nogh as for a day.
But er that he had maad al this array,3630
He sente his knave, and eek his wenche also,
Up-on his nede to London for to go.
And on the Monday, whan it drow to night,
He shette his dore with-oute candel-light,
And dressed al thing as it sholde be.3635
And shortly, up they clomben alle three;(450)
They sitten stille wel a furlong-way.
‘Now, Pater-noster, clom!’ seyde Nicholay,
And ‘clom,’ quod John, and ‘clom,’ seyde Alisoun.
This carpenter seyde his devocioun,3640
And stille he sit, and biddeth his preyere,
Awaytinge on the reyn, if he it here.
The dede sleep, for wery bisinesse,
Fil on this carpenter right, as I gesse,
Aboute corfew-tyme, or litel more;3645
For travail of his goost he groneth sore,(460)
And eft he routeth, for his heed mislay.
Doun of the laddre stalketh Nicholay,
And Alisoun, ful softe adoun she spedde;
With-outen wordes mo, they goon to bedde3650
Ther-as the carpenter is wont to lye.
Ther was the revel and the melodye;
And thus lyth Alison and Nicholas,
In bisinesse of mirthe and of solas,
Til that the belle of laudes gan to ringe,3655
And freres in the chauncel gonne singe.(470)
This parish-clerk, this amorous Absolon,
That is for love alwey so wo bigon,
Up-on the Monday was at Oseneye
With companye , him to disporte and pleye,3660
And axed up-on cas a cloisterer
Ful prively after Iohn the carpenter;
And he drough him a-part out of the chirche,
And seyde, ‘I noot, I saugh him here nat wirche
Sin Saterday; I trow that he be went3665
For timber, ther our abbot hath him sent;(480)
For he is wont for timber for to go,
And dwellen at the grange a day or two;
Or elles he is at his hous, certeyn;
Wher that he be, I can nat sothly seyn.’3670
This Absolon ful Ioly was and light,
And thoghte, ‘now is tyme wake al night;
For sikirly I saugh him nat stiringe
Aboute his dore sin day bigan to springe.
So moot I thryve, I shall, at cokkes crowe,3675
Ful prively knokken at his windowe (490)
That stant ful lowe up-on his boures wal.
To Alison now wol I tellen al
My love-longing, for yet I shal nat misse
That at the leste wey I shal hir kisse.3680
Som maner confort shal I have, parfay,
My mouth hath icched al this longe day;
That is a signe of kissing atte leste.
Al night me mette eek, I was at a feste.
Therfor I wol gon slepe an houre or tweye,3685
And al the night than wol I wake and pleye.’(500)
Whan that the firste cok hath crowe, anon
Up rist this Ioly lover Absolon,
And him arrayeth gay, at point-devys.
But first he cheweth greyn and lycorys,3690
To smellen swete, er he had kembd his heer.
Under his tonge a trewe love he beer,
For ther-by wende he to ben gracious.
He rometh to the carpenteres hous,
And stille he stant under the shot-windowe;3695
Un-to his brest it raughte, it was so lowe;(510)
And softe he cogheth with a semi-soun—
‘What do ye, hony-comb, swete Alisoun?
My faire brid, my swete cinamome,
Awaketh, lemman myn, and speketh to me!3700
Wel litel thenken ye up-on my wo,
That for your love I swete ther I go.
No wonder is thogh that I swelte and swete;
I moorne as doth a lamb after the tete.
Y-wis, lemman, I have swich love-longinge,3705
That lyk a turtel trewe is my moorninge;(520)
I may nat ete na more than a mayde.’
‘Go fro the window, Iakke fool,’ she sayde,
‘As help me god, it wol nat be “com ba me,”
I love another, and elles I were to blame,3710
Wel bet than thee, by Iesu, Absolon!
Go forth thy wey, or I wol caste a ston,
And lat me slepe, a twenty devel wey!’
‘Allas,’ quod Absolon, ‘and weylawey!
That trewe love was ever so yvel biset!3715
Than kisse me, sin it may be no bet,(530)
For Iesus love and for the love of me.’
‘Wiltow than go thy wey ther-with?’ quod she.
‘Ye, certes, lemman,’ quod this Absolon.
‘Thanne make thee redy,’ quod she, ‘I come anon;’3720
And un-to Nicholas she seyde stille,
[T. om.
‘Now hust, and thou shalt laughen al thy fille.’
[T. om.
This Absolon doun sette him on his knees,
And seyde, ‘I am a lord at alle degrees;
For after this I hope ther cometh more!3725
Lemman, thy grace, and swete brid, thyn ore!’(540)
The window she undoth, and that in haste,
‘Have do,’ quod she, ‘com of, and speed thee faste,
Lest that our neighebores thee espye.’
This Absolon gan wype his mouth ful drye;3730
Derk was the night as pich, or as the cole,
And at the window out she putte hir hole,
And Absolon, him fil no bet ne wers,
But with his mouth he kiste hir naked ers
Ful savourly, er he was war of this.3735
Abak he sterte, and thoghte it was amis,(550)
For wel he wiste a womman hath no berd;
He felte a thing al rough and long y-herd,
And seyde, ‘fy! allas! what have I do?’
‘Tehee!’ quod she, and clapte the window to;3740
And Absolon goth forth a sory pas.
‘A berd, a berd!’ quod hende Nicholas,
‘By goddes corpus, this goth faire and weel!’
This sely Absolon herde every deel,
And on his lippe he gan for anger byte;3745
And to him-self he seyde, ‘I shal thee quyte!’(560)
Who rubbeth now, who froteth now his lippes
With dust, with sond, with straw, with clooth, with chippes,
But Absolon, that seith ful ofte, ‘allas!
My soule bitake I un-to Sathanas,3750
But me wer lever than al this toun,’ quod he,
‘Of this despyt awroken for to be!
Allas!’ quod he, ‘allas! I ne hadde y-bleynt!’
His hote love was cold and al y-queynt;
For fro that tyme that he had kiste hir ers,3755
Of paramours he sette nat a kers,(570)
For he was heled of his maladye;
Ful ofte paramours he gan deffye,
And weep as dooth a child that is y-bete.
A softe paas he wente over the strete3760
Un-til a smith men cleped daun Gerveys,
That in his forge smithed plough-harneys;
He sharpeth shaar and culter bisily.
This Absolon knokketh al esily,
And seyde, ‘undo, Gerveys, and that anon.’3765
‘What, who artow?’ ‘It am I, Absolon.’(580)
‘What, Absolon! for Cristes swete tree,
Why ryse ye so rathe, ey, benedicite!
What eyleth yow? som gay gerl, god it woot,
Hath broght yow thus up-on the viritoot;3770
By sëynt Note, ye woot wel what I mene.’
This Absolon ne roghte nat a bene
Of al his pley, no word agayn he yaf;
He hadde more tow on his distaf
Than Gerveys knew, and seyde, ‘freend so dere,3775
That hote culter in the chimenee here,(590)
As lene it me, I have ther-with to done,
And I wol bringe it thee agayn ful sone.’
Gerveys answerde, ‘certes, were it gold,
Or in a poke nobles alle untold,3780
Thou sholdest have, as I am trewe smith;
Ey, Cristes foo! what wol ye do ther-with?’
‘Ther-of,’ quod Absolon, ‘be as be may;
I shal wel telle it thee to-morwe day’—
And caughte the culter by the colde stele.3785
Ful softe out at the dore he gan to stele,(600)
And wente un-to the carpenteres wal.
He cogheth first, and knokketh ther-with-al
Upon the windowe, right as he dide er.
This Alison answerde, ‘Who is ther3790
That knokketh so? I warante it a theef.’
‘Why, nay,’ quod he, ‘god woot, my swete leef,
I am thyn Absolon, my dereling!
Of gold,’ quod he, ‘I have thee broght a ring;
My moder yaf it me, so god me save,3795
Ful fyn it is, and ther-to wel y-grave;(610)
This wol I yeve thee, if thou me kisse!’
This Nicholas was risen for to pisse,
And thoghte he wolde amenden al the Iape,
He sholde kisse his ers er that he scape.3800
And up the windowe dide he hastily,
And out his ers he putteth prively
Over the buttok, to the haunche-bon;
And ther-with spak this clerk, this Absolon,
‘Spek, swete brid, I noot nat wher thou art.’3805
This Nicholas anon leet flee a fart,(620)
As greet as it had been a thonder-dent,
That with the strook he was almost y-blent;
And he was redy with his iren hoot,
And Nicholas amidde the ers he smoot.3810
Of gooth the skin an hande-brede aboute,
The hote culter brende so his toute,
And for the smert he wende for to dye.
As he were wood, for wo he gan to crye—
‘Help! water! water! help, for goddes herte!’3815
This carpenter out of his slomber sterte,(630)
And herde oon cryen ‘water’ as he were wood,
And thoughte, ‘Allas! now comth Nowelis flood!’
He sit him up with-outen wordes mo,
And with his ax he smoot the corde a-two,3820
And doun goth al; he fond neither to selle,
Ne breed ne ale, til he cam to the selle
Up-on the floor; and ther aswowne he lay.
Up sterte hir Alison, and Nicholay,
And cryden ‘out’ and ‘harrow’ in the strete.3825
The neighebores, bothe smale and grete,(640)
In ronnen, for to gauren on this man,
That yet aswowne he lay, bothe pale and wan;
For with the fal he brosten hadde his arm;
But stonde he moste un-to his owne harm.3830
For whan he spak, he was anon bore doun
With hende Nicholas and Alisoun.
They tolden every man that he was wood,
He was agast so of ‘Nowelis flood’
Thurgh fantasye, that of his vanitee3835
He hadde y-boght him kneding-tubbes three,(650)
And hadde hem hanged in the roof above;
And that he preyed hem, for goddes love,
To sitten in the roof, par companye.
The folk gan laughen at his fantasye;3840
In-to the roof they kyken and they gape,
And turned al his harm un-to a Iape.
For what so that this carpenter answerde,
It was for noght, no man his reson herde;
With othes grete he was so sworn adoun,3845
That he was holden wood in al the toun;(660)
For every clerk anon-right heeld with other.
They seyde, ‘the man is wood, my leve brother;’
And every wight gan laughen of this stryf.
Thus swyved was the carpenteres wyf,3850
For al his keping and his Ialousye;
And Absolon hath kist hir nether yë;
And Nicholas is scalded in the toute.(667)
This tale is doon, and god save al the route!3854

Here endeth the Millere his tale.

THE REEVE’S PROLOGUE.

The prologe of the Reves tale.

WHAN folk had laughen at this nyce cas3855
Of Absolon and hende Nicholas,
Diverse folk diversely they seyde;
But, for the more part, they loughe and pleyde,
Ne at this tale I saugh no man him greve,
But it were only Osewold the Reve,3860
By-cause he was of carpenteres craft.
A litel ire is in his herte y-laft,
He gan to grucche and blamed it a lyte.
‘So theek,’ quod he, ‘ful wel coude I yow quyte(10)
With blering of a proud milleres yë,3865
If that me liste speke of ribaudye.
But ik am old, me list not pley for age;
Gras-tyme is doon, my fodder is now forage,
This whyte top wryteth myne olde yeres,
Myn herte is al-so mowled as myne heres,3870
But-if I fare as dooth an open-ers;
That ilke fruit is ever leng the wers,
Til it be roten in mullok or in stree.
We olde men, I drede, so fare we;(20)
Til we be roten, can we nat be rype;3875
We hoppen ay, whyl that the world wol pype.
For in oure wil ther stiketh ever a nayl,
To have an hoor heed and a grene tayl,
As hath a leek; for thogh our might be goon,
Our wil desireth folie ever in oon.3880
For whan we may nat doon, than wol we speke;
Yet in our asshen olde is fyr y-reke.
Foure gledes han we, whiche I shal devyse,
Avaunting, lying, anger, coveityse;(30)
Thise foure sparkles longen un-to elde.3885
Our olde lemes mowe wel been unwelde,
But wil ne shal nat faillen, that is sooth.
And yet ik have alwey a coltes tooth,
As many a yeer as it is passed henne
Sin that my tappe of lyf bigan to renne.3890
For sikerly, whan I was bore, anon
Deeth drogh the tappe of lyf and leet it gon;
And ever sith hath so the tappe y-ronne,
Til that almost al empty is the tonne.(40)
The streem of lyf now droppeth on the chimbe;3895
The sely tonge may wel ringe and chimbe
Of wrecchednesse that passed is ful yore;
With olde folk, save dotage, is namore.’
Whan that our host hadde herd this sermoning,
He gan to speke as lordly as a king;3900
He seide, ‘what amounteth al this wit?
What shul we speke alday of holy writ?
The devel made a reve for to preche,
And of a souter a shipman or a leche.(50)
Sey forth thy tale, and tarie nat the tyme,3905
Lo, Depeford! and it is half-way pryme.
Lo, Grenewich, ther many a shrewe is inne;
It were al tyme thy tale to biginne.’
‘Now, sires,’ quod this Osewold the Reve,
‘I pray yow alle that ye nat yow greve,3910
Thogh I answere and somdel sette his howve;
For leveful is with force force of-showve.
This dronke millere hath y-told us heer,
How that bigyled was a carpenteer,(60)
Peraventure in scorn, for I am oon.3915
And, by your leve, I shal him quyte anoon;
Right in his cherles termes wol I speke.
I pray to god his nekke mote breke;
He can wel in myn yë seen a stalke,
But in his owne he can nat seen a balke.3920

THE REVES TALE.

Here biginneth the Reves tale.

At Trumpington, nat fer fro Cantebrigge,
Ther goth a brook and over that a brigge,
Up-on the whiche brook ther stant a melle;
And this is verray soth that I yow telle.
A Miller was ther dwelling many a day;3925
As eny pecok he was proud and gay.
Pypen he coude and fisshe, and nettes bete,
And turne coppes, and wel wrastle and shete;
And by his belt he baar a long panade,
And of a swerd ful trenchant was the blade.3930
A Ioly popper baar he in his pouche;(11)
Ther was no man for peril dorste him touche.
A Sheffeld thwitel baar he in his hose;
Round was his face, and camuse was his nose.
As piled as an ape was his skulle.3935
He was a market-beter atte fulle.
Ther dorste no wight hand up-on him legge,
That he ne swoor he sholde anon abegge.
A theef he was for sothe of corn and mele,
And that a sly, and usaunt for to stele.3940
His name was hoten dëynous Simkin.(21)
A wyf he hadde, y-comen of noble kin;
The person of the toun hir fader was.
With hir he yaf ful many a panne of bras,
For that Simkin sholde in his blood allye.3945
She was y-fostred in a nonnerye;
For Simkin wolde no wyf, as he sayde,
But she were wel y-norissed and a mayde,
To saven his estaat of yomanrye.
And she was proud, and pert as is a pye.3950
A ful fair sighte was it on hem two;(31)
On haly-dayes biforn hir wolde he go
With his tipet bounden about his heed,
And she cam after in a gyte of reed;
And Simkin hadde hosen of the same.3955
Ther dorste no wight clepen hir but ‘dame.’
Was noon so hardy that wente by the weye
That with hir dorste rage or ones pleye,
But-if he wolde be slayn of Simkin
With panade, or with knyf, or boydekin.3960
For Ialous folk ben perilous evermo,(41)
Algate they wolde hir wyves wenden so.
And eek, for she was somdel smoterlich,
She was as digne as water in a dich;
And ful of hoker and of bisemare.3965
Hir thoughte that a lady sholde hir spare,
What for hir kinrede and hir nortelrye
That she had lerned in the nonnerye.
A doghter hadde they bitwixe hem two
Of twenty yeer, with-outen any mo,3970
Savinge a child that was of half-yeer age;(51)
In cradel it lay and was a propre page.
This wenche thikke and wel y-growen was,
With camuse nose and yën greye as glas;
With buttokes brode and brestes rounde and hye,3975
But right fair was hir heer, I wol nat lye.
The person of the toun, for she was feir,
In purpos was to maken hir his heir
Bothe of his catel and his messuage,
And straunge he made it of hir mariage.3980
His purpos was for to bistowe hir hye(61)
In-to som worthy blood of auncetrye;
For holy chirches good moot been despended
On holy chirches blood, that is descended.
Therfore he wolde his holy blood honoure,3985
Though that he holy chirche sholde devoure.
Gret soken hath this miller, out of doute,
With whete and malt of al the land aboute;
And nameliche ther was a greet collegge,
Men clepen the Soler-halle at Cantebregge,3990
Ther was hir whete and eek hir malt y-grounde.(71)
And on a day it happed, in a stounde,
Sik lay the maunciple on a maladye;
Men wenden wisly that he sholde dye.
For which this miller stal bothe mele and corn3995
An hundred tyme more than biforn;
For ther-biforn he stal but curteisly,
But now he was a theef outrageously,
For which the wardeyn chidde and made fare.
But ther-of sette the miller nat a tare;4000
He craketh boost, and swoor it was nat so.(81)
Than were ther yonge povre clerkes two,
That dwelten in this halle, of which I seye.
Testif they were, and lusty for to pleye,
And, only for hir mirthe and revelrye,4005
Up-on the wardeyn bisily they crye,
To yeve hem leve but a litel stounde
To goon to mille and seen hir corn y-grounde;
And hardily, they dorste leye hir nekke,
The miller shold nat stele hem half a pekke4010
Of corn by sleighte, ne by force hem reve;(91)
And at the laste the wardeyn yaf hem leve.
Iohn hight that oon, and Aleyn hight that other;
Of o toun were they born, that highte Strother,
Fer in the north, I can nat telle where.4015
This Aleyn maketh redy al his gere,
And on an hors the sak he caste anon.
Forth goth Aleyn the clerk, and also Iohn,
With good swerd and with bokeler by hir syde.
Iohn knew the wey, hem nedede no gyde,4020
And at the mille the sak adoun he layth.(101)
Aleyn spak first, ‘al hayl, Symond, y-fayth;
How fares thy faire doghter and thy wyf?’
‘Aleyn! welcome,’ quod Simkin, ‘by my lyf,
And Iohn also, how now, what do ye heer?’4025
‘Symond,’ quod Iohn, ‘by god, nede has na peer;
Him boes serve him-selve that has na swayn,
Or elles he is a fool, as clerkes sayn.
Our manciple, I hope he wil be deed,
Swa werkes ay the wanges in his heed.4030
And forthy is I come, and eek Alayn,(111)
To grinde our corn and carie it ham agayn;
I pray yow spede us hethen that ye may.’
‘It shal be doon,’ quod Simkin, ‘by my fay;
What wol ye doon whyl that it is in hande?’4035
‘By god, right by the hoper wil I stande,’
Quod Iohn, ‘and se how that the corn gas in;
Yet saugh I never, by my fader kin,
How that the hoper wagges til and fra.’
Aleyn answerde, ‘Iohn, and wiltow swa,4040
Than wil I be bynethe, by my croun,(121)
And se how that the mele falles doun
In-to the trough; that sal be my disport.
For Iohn, in faith , I may been of your sort;
I is as ille a miller as are ye.’4045
This miller smyled of hir nycetee,
And thoghte, ‘al this nis doon but for a wyle;
They wene that no man may hem bigyle;
But, by my thrift, yet shal I blere hir ye
For al the sleighte in hir philosophye.4050
The more queynte crekes that they make,(131)
The more wol I stele whan I take.
In stede of flour, yet wol I yeve hem bren.
“The gretteste clerkes been noght the wysest men,”
As whylom to the wolf thus spak the mare;4055
Of al hir art I counte noght a tare.’
Out at the dore he gooth ful prively,
Whan that he saugh his tyme, softely;
He loketh up and doun til he hath founde
The clerkes hors, ther as it stood y-bounde4060
Bihinde the mille, under a levesel;(141)
And to the hors he gooth him faire and wel;
He strepeth of the brydel right anon.
And whan the hors was loos, he ginneth gon
Toward the fen, ther wilde mares renne,4065
Forth with wehee, thurgh thikke and thurgh thenne.
This miller gooth agayn, no word he seyde,
But dooth his note, and with the clerkes pleyde,
Til that hir corn was faire and wel y-grounde.
And whan the mele is sakked and y-bounde,4070
This Iohn goth out and fynt his hors away,(151)
And gan to crye ‘harrow’ and ‘weylaway!
Our hors is lorn! Alayn, for goddes banes,
Step on thy feet, com out, man, al at anes!
Allas, our wardeyn has his palfrey lorn.’4075
This Aleyn al forgat, bothe mele and corn,
Al was out of his mynde his housbondrye.
‘What? whilk way is he geen?’ he gan to crye.
The wyf cam leping inward with a ren,
She seyde, ‘allas! your hors goth to the fen4080
With wilde mares, as faste as he may go.(161)
Unthank come on his hand that bond him so,
And he that bettre sholde han knit the reyne.’
‘Allas,’ quod Iohn, ‘Aleyn, for Cristes peyne,
Lay doun thy swerd, and I wil myn alswa;4085
I is ful wight, god waat, as is a raa;
By goddes herte he sal nat scape us bathe.
Why nadstow pit the capul in the lathe?
Il-hayl, by god, Aleyn, thou is a fonne!’
This sely clerkes han ful faste y-ronne4090
To-ward the fen, bothe Aleyn and eek Iohn.(171)
And whan the miller saugh that they were gon,
He half a busshel of hir flour hath take,
And bad his wyf go knede it in a cake.
He seyde, ‘I trowe the clerkes were aferd;4095
Yet can a miller make a clerkes berd
For al his art; now lat hem goon hir weye.
Lo wher they goon, ye, lat the children pleye;
They gete him nat so lightly, by my croun!’
Thise sely clerkes rennen up and doun4100
With ‘keep, keep, stand, stand, Iossa, warderere,(181)
Ga whistle thou, and I shal kepe him here!’
But shortly, til that it was verray night,
They coude nat, though they do al hir might,
Hir capul cacche, he ran alwey so faste,4105
Til in a dich they caughte him atte laste.
Wery and weet, as beste is in the reyn,
Comth sely Iohn, and with him comth Aleyn.
‘Allas,’ quod Iohn, ‘the day that I was born!
Now are we drive til hething and til scorn.4110
Our corn is stole , men wil us foles calle,(191)
Bathe the wardeyn and our felawes alle,
And namely the miller; weylaway!’
Thus pleyneth Iohn as he goth by the way
Toward the mille, and Bayard in his hond.4115
The miller sitting by the fyr he fond,
For it was night, and forther mighte they noght;
But, for the love of god, they him bisoght
Of herberwe and of ese, as for hir peny.
The miller seyde agayn, ‘if ther be eny,4120
Swich as it is, yet shal ye have your part.(201)
Myn hous is streit, but ye han lerned art;
Ye conne by argumentes make a place
A myle brood of twenty foot of space.
Lat see now if this place may suffyse,4125
Or make it roum with speche, as is youre gyse.’
‘Now, Symond,’ seyde Iohn, ‘by seint Cutberd,
Ay is thou mery, and this is faire answerd.
I have herd seyd, man sal taa of twa thinges
Slyk as he fyndes, or taa slyk as he bringes.4130
But specially, I pray thee, hoste dere,(211)
Get us som mete and drinke, and make us chere,
And we wil payen trewely atte fulle.
With empty hand men may na haukes tulle;
Lo here our silver, redy for to spende.’4135
This miller in-to toun his doghter sende
For ale and breed, and rosted hem a goos,
And bond hir hors, it sholde nat gon loos;
And in his owne chambre hem made a bed
With shetes and with chalons faire y-spred,4140
Noght from his owne bed ten foot or twelve.(221)
His doghter hadde a bed, al by hir-selve,
Right in the same chambre, by and by;
It mighte be no bet, and cause why,
Ther was no roumer herberwe in the place.4145
They soupen and they speke, hem to solace,
And drinken ever strong ale atte beste.
Aboute midnight wente they to reste.
Wel hath this miller vernisshed his heed;
Ful pale he was for-dronken, and nat reed.4150
He yexeth , and he speketh thurgh the nose(231)
As he were on the quakke, or on the pose.
To bedde he gooth, and with him goth his wyf.
As any Iay she light was and Iolyf,
So was hir Ioly whistle wel y-wet.4155
The cradel at hir beddes feet is set,
To rokken, and to yeve the child to souke.
And whan that dronken al was in the crouke,
To bedde went the doghter right anon;
To bedde gooth Aleyn and also Iohn;4160
Ther nas na more, hem nedede no dwale.(241)
This miller hath so wisly bibbed ale,
That as an hors he snorteth in his sleep,
Ne of his tayl bihinde he took no keep.
His wyf bar him a burdon, a ful strong,4165
Men mighte hir routing here two furlong;
The wenche routeth eek par companye.
Aleyn the clerk, that herd this melodye,
He poked Iohn, and seyde, ‘slepestow?
Herdestow ever slyk a sang er now?4170
Lo, whilk a compline is y-mel hem alle!(251)
A wilde fyr up-on thair bodyes falle!
Wha herkned ever slyk a ferly thing?
Ye, they sal have the flour of il ending.
This lange night ther tydes me na reste;4175
But yet, na fors; al sal be for the beste.
For Iohn,’ seyde he, ‘als ever moot I thryve,
If that I may, yon wenche wil I swyve.
Som esement has lawe y-shapen us;
For Iohn, ther is a lawe that says thus,4180
That gif a man in a point be y-greved,(261)
That in another he sal be releved.
Our corn is stoln, shortly, it is na nay,
And we han had an il fit al this day.
And sin I sal have neen amendement,4185
Agayn my los I wil have esement.
By goddes saule, it sal neen other be!’
This Iohn answerde, ‘Alayn, avyse thee,
The miller is a perilous man,’ he seyde,
‘And gif that he out of his sleep abreyde,4190
He mighte doon us bathe a vileinye.’(271)
Aleyn answerde, ‘I count him nat a flye;’
And up he rist, and by the wenche he crepte.
This wenche lay upright, and faste slepte,
Til he so ny was, er she mighte espye,4195
That it had been to late for to crye,
And shortly for to seyn, they were at on;
Now pley, Aleyn! for I wol speke of Iohn.
This Iohn lyth stille a furlong-wey or two,
And to him-self he maketh routhe and wo:4200
‘Allas!’ quod he, ‘this is a wikked Iape;(281)
Now may I seyn that I is but an ape.
Yet has my felawe som-what for his harm;
He has the milleris doghter in his arm.
He auntred him, and has his nedes sped,4205
And I lye as a draf-sek in my bed;
And when this Iape is tald another day,
I sal been halde a daf, a cokenay!
I wil aryse, and auntre it, by my fayth!
“Unhardy is unsely,” thus men sayth.’4210
And up he roos and softely he wente(291)
Un-to the cradel, and in his hand it hente,
And baar it softe un-to his beddes feet.
Sone after this the wyf hir routing leet,
And gan awake, and wente hir out to pisse,4215
And cam agayn, and gan hir cradel misse,
And groped heer and ther, but she fond noon.
‘Allas!’ quod she, ‘I hadde almost misgoon;
I hadde almost gon to the clerkes bed.
Ey, benedicite! thanne hadde I foule y-sped:’4220
And forth she gooth til she the cradel fond.(301)
She gropeth alwey forther with hir hond,
And fond the bed, and thoghte noght but good,
By-cause that the cradel by it stood,
And niste wher she was, for it was derk;4225
But faire and wel she creep in to the clerk,
And lyth ful stille, and wolde han caught a sleep.
With-inne a whyl this Iohn the clerk up leep,
And on this gode wyf he leyth on sore.
So mery a fit ne hadde she nat ful yore;4230
He priketh harde and depe as he were mad.(311)
This Ioly lyf han thise two clerkes lad
Til that the thridde cok bigan to singe.
Aleyn wex wery in the daweninge,
For he had swonken al the longe night;4235
And seyde, ‘far wel, Malin, swete wight!
The day is come, I may no lenger byde;
But evermo, wher so I go or ryde,
I is thyn awen clerk, swa have I seel!’
‘Now dere lemman,’ quod she, ‘go, far weel!4240
But er thou go, o thing I wol thee telle,(321)
Whan that thou wendest homward by the melle,
Right at the entree of the dore bihinde,
Thou shalt a cake of half a busshel finde
That was y-maked of thyn owne mele,4245
Which that I heelp my fader for to stele.
And, gode lemman, god thee save and kepe!’
And with that word almost she gan to wepe.
Aleyn up-rist, and thoughte, ‘er that it dawe,
I wol go crepen in by my felawe;4250
And fond the cradel with his hand anon,(331)
‘By god,’ thoghte he, ‘al wrang I have misgon;
Myn heed is toty of my swink to-night,
That maketh me that I go nat aright.
I woot wel by the cradel, I have misgo,4255
Heer lyth the miller and his wyf also.’
And forth he goth, a twenty devel way,
Un-to the bed ther-as the miller lay.
He wende have cropen by his felawe Iohn;
And by the miller in he creep anon,4260
And caughte hym by the nekke, and softe he spak:(341)
He seyde, ‘thou, Iohn, thou swynes-heed, awak
For Cristes saule, and heer a noble game.
For by that lord that called is seint Iame,
As I have thryes, in this shorte night,4265
Swyved the milleres doghter bolt-upright,
Whyl thow hast as a coward been agast.’
‘Ye, false harlot,’ quod the miller, ‘hast?
A! false traitour! false clerk!’ quod he,
‘Thou shalt be deed, by goddes dignitee!4270
Who dorste be so bold to disparage(351)
My doghter, that is come of swich linage?’
And by the throte-bolle he caughte Alayn.
And he hente hym despitously agayn,
And on the nose he smoot him with his fest.4275
Doun ran the blody streem up-on his brest;
And in the floor, with nose and mouth to-broke,
They walwe as doon two pigges in a poke.
And up they goon, and doun agayn anon,
Til that the miller sporned at a stoon,4280
And doun he fil bakward up-on his wyf,(361)
That wiste no-thing of this nyce stryf;
For she was falle aslepe a lyte wight
With Iohn the clerk, that waked hadde al night.
And with the fal, out of hir sleep she breyde—4285
‘Help, holy croys of Bromeholm,’ she seyde,
In manus tuas! lord, to thee I calle!
Awak, Symond! the feend is on us falle,
Myn herte is broken, help, I nam but deed;
There lyth oon up my wombe and up myn heed;4290
Help, Simkin, for the false clerkes fighte.’(371)
This Iohn sterte up as faste as ever he mighte,
And graspeth by the walles to and fro,
To finde a staf; and she sterte up also,
And knew the estres bet than dide this Iohn.4295
And by the wal a staf she fond anon,
And saugh a litel shimering of a light,
For at an hole in shoon the mone bright;
And by that light she saugh hem bothe two,
But sikerly she niste who was who,4300
But as she saugh a whyt thing in hir yë.(381)
And whan she gan the whyte thing espye,
She wende the clerk hadde wered a volupeer.
And with the staf she drough ay neer and neer,
And wende han hit this Aleyn at the fulle,4305
And smoot the miller on the pyled skulle,
That doun he gooth and cryde, ‘harrow! I dye!’
Thise clerkes bete him weel and lete him lye;
And greythen hem, and toke hir hors anon,
And eek hir mele, and on hir wey they gon.4310
And at the mille yet they toke hir cake(391)
Of half a busshel flour, ful wel y-bake.
Thus is the proude miller wel y-bete,
And hath y-lost the grinding of the whete,
And payed for the soper every-deel4315
Of Aleyn and of Iohn, that bette him weel.
His wyf is swyved, and his doghter als;
Lo, swich it is a miller to be fals!
And therfore this proverbe is seyd ful sooth.
‘Him thar nat wene wel that yvel dooth;4320
A gylour shal him-self bigyled be.’(401)
And God, that sitteth heighe in magestee,
Save al this companye grete and smale!
Thus have I quit the miller in my tale.

Here is ended the Reves tale.

THE COOK’S PROLOGUE.

The prologe of the Cokes Tale.

THE Cook of London, whyl the Reve spak,4325
For Ioye, him thoughte, he clawed him on the bak,
‘Ha! ha!’ quod he, ‘for Cristes passioun,
This miller hadde a sharp conclusioun
Upon his argument of herbergage!
Wel seyde Salomon in his langage,4330
“Ne bringe nat every man in-to thyn hous;”
For herberwing by nighte is perilous.
Wel oghte a man avysed for to be
Whom that he broghte in-to his privetee.(10)
I pray to god, so yeve me sorwe and care,4335
If ever, sith I highte Hogge of Ware,
Herde I a miller bettre y-set a-werk.
He hadde a Iape of malice in the derk.
But god forbede that we stinten here;
And therfore, if ye vouche-sauf to here 4340
A tale of me, that am a povre man,
I wol yow telle as wel as ever I can
A litel Iape that fil in our citee.’
Our host answerde, and seide, ‘I graunte it thee;(20)
Now telle on, Roger, loke that it be good;4345
For many a pastee hastow laten blood,
And many a Iakke of Dover hastow sold
That hath been twyes hoot and twyes cold.
Of many a pilgrim hastow Cristes curs,
For of thy persly yet they fare the wors,4350
That they han eten with thy stubbel-goos;
For in thy shoppe is many a flye loos.
Now telle on, gentil Roger, by thy name.
But yet I pray thee, be nat wrooth for game,(30)
A man may seye ful sooth in game and pley.’4355
‘Thou seist ful sooth,’ quod Roger, ‘by my fey,
But “sooth pley, quaad pley,” as the Fleming seith;
And ther-fore, Herry Bailly, by thy feith,
Be thou nat wrooth, er we departen heer,
Though that my tale be of an hostileer.4360
But nathelees I wol nat telle it yit,
But er we parte, y-wis, thou shalt be quit.’
And ther-with-al he lough and made chere,
And seyde his tale, as ye shul after here.(40)

Thus endeth the Prologe of the Cokes tale.

THE COKES TALE.

Heer bigynneth the Cokes tale.

A PRENTIS whylom dwelled in our citee,4365
And of a craft of vitaillers was he;
Gaillard he was as goldfinch in the shawe,
Broun as a berie, a propre short felawe,
With lokkes blake, y-kempt ful fetisly.
Dauncen he coude so wel and Iolily,4370
That he was cleped Perkin Revelour.
He was as ful of love and paramour
As is the hyve ful of hony swete;
Wel was the wenche with him mighte mete.(10)
At every brydale wolde he singe and hoppe,4375
He loved bet the taverne than the shoppe.
For whan ther any ryding was in Chepe,
Out of the shoppe thider wolde he lepe.
Til that he hadde al the sighte y-seyn,
And daunced wel, he wolde nat come ageyn.4380
And gadered him a meinee of his sort
To hoppe and singe, and maken swich disport.
And ther they setten steven for to mete
To pleyen at the dys in swich a strete.(20)
For in the toune nas ther no prentys,4385
That fairer coude caste a paire of dys
Than Perkin coude, and ther-to he was free
Of his dispense, in place of privetee.
That fond his maister wel in his chaffare;
For often tyme he fond his box ful bare.4390
For sikerly a prentis revelour,
That haunteth dys, riot, or paramour,
His maister shal it in his shoppe abye,
Al have he no part of the minstralcye;(30)
For thefte and riot, they ben convertible,4395
Al conne he pleye on giterne or ribible.
Revel and trouthe, as in a low degree,
They been ful wrothe al day, as men may see.
This Ioly prentis with his maister bood,
Til he were ny out of his prentishood,4400
Al were he snibbed bothe erly and late,
And somtyme lad with revel to Newgate;
But atte laste his maister him bithoghte,
Up-on a day, whan he his paper soghte,(40)
Of a proverbe that seith this same word,4405
‘Wel bet is roten appel out of hord
Than that it rotie al the remenaunt.’
So fareth it by a riotous servaunt;
It is wel lasse harm to lete him pace,
Than he shende alle the servants in the place.4410
Therfore his maister yaf him acquitance,
And bad him go with sorwe and with meschance;
And thus this Ioly prentis hadde his leve.
Now lat him riote al the night or leve.(50)
And for ther is no theef with-oute a louke,4415
That helpeth him to wasten and to souke
Of that he brybe can or borwe may,
Anon he sente his bed and his array
Un-to a compeer of his owne sort,
That lovede dys and revel and disport,4420
And hadde a wyf that heeld for countenance
A shoppe, and swyved for hir sustenance.4422
* * * * * *

Of this Cokes tale maked Chaucer na more.

[For The Tale of Gamelin, see the Appendix.]

[]Heading.From E.

[1. ]E. hise; rest his.

[8. ]Hl. halfe; rest half.

[9. ]Hl. fowles; Pt. Ln. foules; E. Hn. foweles.

[10. ]Hl. yhe; Hn. Iye; E. eye.

[12. ]Pt. Ln. Than; E. Thanne. E. pilgrimage (by mistake).

[13. ]Pt. Hl. palmers; E. Palmeres.

[16. ]Hn. Caunter-; E. Cauntur-.

[18. ]E. seeke.

[19. ]Hn. Bifel; E. Bifil.

[23. ]E. were; rest was.

[24. ]E. Hn. compaignye.

[26. ]E. felaweshipe. Hl. pilgryms; E. pilgrimes.

[32. ]E. felaweshipe. Hl. pilgryms; E. pilgrimes.

[34. ]E. oure.

[35. ]E. Hn. nathelees.

[40. ]Hl. weren; rest were, weere.

[49. ]Hn. Hl. as; rest as in.

[53. ]E. nacions.

[56. ]E. seege.

[60. ]Hl. ariue; Cm. aryue; E. Hn. armee; Cp. Ln. arme.

[62. ]E. oure.

[64. ]Pt. had; rest hadde.

[67. ]E. -moore.

[68. ]E. Hn. Cm. were; rest was.

[74. ]E. Pt. weren; Hl. Ln. was; rest were. Hl. Hn. he ne was.

[83. ]Ln. euen; rest euene.

[84. ]Hl. Ln. delyuer; rest delyuere. E. Hn. of greet; Cm. of gret; rest gret of.

[85. ]Ln. had.

[87. ]E. weel.

[89. ]E. meede, reede.

[90. ]E. meede, reede.

[92. ]E. fressh. E. in; rest is. E. Hn. Monthe; Cp. month; Hl. Pt. Ln. moneth; Cm. monyth.

[96. ]E. weel.

[98. ]Hl. Cp. sleep; rest slepte. E. -moore.

[99. ]Hl. Cp. Ln. lowly; E. Hn. Pt lowely.

[101. ]E. seruantz.

[102. ]E. soo.

[104. ]Hl. Cp. Pt. Ln. pocok. Cm. bryghte; rest bright.

[107. ]E. Hise.

[108. ]E. baar.

[111. ]E. baar.

[113. ]E. oother.

[115. ]Hn. Cristofre; E. Cristophere. E. sheene.

[122. ]E. soong.

[123. ]E. semeely.

[131. ]Cm. brest; E. Hn. brist.

[132. ]Cp. moche; Cm meche; E. Hn muchel. Hl. lest; E. Hn. Cm. list.

[134. ]Hl. was; rest ther was.

[137. ]E. Hn. desport; rest disport.

[140. ]E. to been; Hl. Hn. omit to.

[144. ]Hl. Hn. Cp. Ln. sawe; E. saugh; Cm. seye.

[146. ]Pt. Ln. had; rest hadde.

[148. ]Ln. wepped; rest wepte; read weep; cf. l. 2878. E. any; rest oon, on, one.

[151. ]E. semyly. E. wympul; Hn. wympel.

[160. ]E. Hn. brooch; rest broche.

[170. ]Hl. Cp. whistlyng; E. whistlynge. E. Cm. als; Ln. al-so; Hl.so; rest as.

[176. ]E. Hn. heeld; Cm. held.

[178. ]Hn. Hl. been; E. beth.

[179. ]Hl. cloysterles; E. Hn. recchelees; Cp. Pt. Ln. recheles; Cm. rekeles (Ten Brink proposes recetlees).

[182. ]E. Hn. heeld; Cm. held.

[188. ]E. his owene; rest om. owene.

[190. ]Hl. swifte; rest swift.

[193. ]Hl. Hn. purfiled; Cm. purfilid; E. ypurfiled.

[196. ]Hl. a; rest a ful.

Ln. had; rest hadde.

[199. ]E. it; rest he.

[203. ]E. estaat, prelaat.

[204. ]E. estaat, prelaat.

[208. ]E. wantowne.

[211. ]Hn. muche; E. muchel.

[213. ]Hl. owne; E. owene.

[215. ]E. And; rest Ful.

[217. ]Hl. Hn. eek; rest omit.

[218. ]Ln. had; rest hadde.

[224. ]Hl. Cm. han; E. haue.

[229. ]E. harde.

[231. ]E. wepynge.

[232. ]E. Hn. moote; see note.

[234. ]E. yonge; rest faire.

[235. ]Hl. mery; E. murye.

[237. ]E. baar. Pt. vttirly; Hl. vtturly; E. Hn. outrely.

[240. ]E. al the; rest euery.

[245. ]E. Hn Cm. sike; Pt. Ln. seke; see l. 18.

[246. ]Cm. honest; E. honeste.

[248. ]E. selleres.

[250. ]E. lowely. After l. 252, Hn. alone inserts ll. 252 b and 252 c.

[259. ]Hl. Cm. cloysterer; E. Hn. Cloystrer.

[260. ]So all the MSS. (but with -bare); cf. l. 290.

[262. ]All worstede (badly).

[266. ]Pt. Ln. had; rest hadde.

[271. ]Ln. motteley; Hl. motteleye; E. Hn. motlee.

[272. ]E. beuere.

[273. ]Cp. Pt. clapsed; Hl. clapsud.

[274. ]E. Hise.

[281. ]Cp. statly.

[287. ]E. And; Hl. Al so; rest As.

[289. ]E. Hn. sobrely; rest soburly.

[290. ]All -bare. Hl. ouerest; E. Hn. Cm. ouereste.

[291. ]Cp. Ln. had; rest hadde.

[293. ]Cp. Ln. Hl. leuer; rest leuere.

[300. ]E. Hl. his; rest on.

[324. ]E. yfalle; rest falle.

[326. ]E. Hn. pynchen; rest pynche, pinche.

[332. ]E. heed; rest berd, berde. E. a; rest the.

[335. ]ever] Hl. al.

[336. ]E. Hn. Cm. owene; rest owne.

[338. ]Hl. verraily; rest verray, verrey, nery.

[340. ]E. was he; rest he was.

[341. ]Cm. Ln. alwey; Hl. alway; E. Hn. Cp. alweys.

[342. ]Hl. Pt. nowher; Cm. nower; rest nenere; cf. l. 360.

[349. ]E. Hn. muwe, stuwe.

[350. ]E. Hn. muwe, stuwe.

[357. ]E. Hn. anlaas; Hl. Cm. anlas.

[358. ]E. Hn. heeng.

[359. ]E. Hn. Cm. om. a.

[363. ]So Hl.; rest And they were clothed alle.

[364. ]All but Hl. and a.

[366. ]Hl. I-chapud; Cm. chapid; rest chaped.

[370. ]E. yeldehalle.

[376. ]E. Hn. ycleped; Hl. clept; rest cleped, clepid.

[380. ]Hl. om. 1st the.

[383. ]E. Hl. boille; Cm. boyle; rest broille, broile.

[388. ]E. wonynge; Hn. wonyng.

[396. ]Cm. I-drawe; rest drawe.

[407. ]Hl. ins. wel; rest om.

[415. ]Hl. wondurly wel; rest a ful greet deel (del).

[416. ]E. Hn. natureel.

[418. ]E. Hn. hise; Cm. hese.

[421. ]E. Cm. Hl. where they; Hn. where it.

[424. ]Cm. Ln. seke; rest sike.

[425. ]E. hise.

[426. ]E. Hn. Cm. drogges; Cp. Pt. Ln. drugges; Hl. dragges.

[430. ]Pt. Rufus; Cm. Rufijs; Hn. Cp. Ln. Hl. Rusus; E. Risus.

[431. ]Hl. Pt. Old; rest Olde.

[452. ]Hl. was thanne out.

[453. ]E. weren.

[455. ]E. weren.

[457. ]Cp. Hl. schoos; E. Pt. Ln. shoes.

[458. ]E. Hn. Boold.

[463. ]Ln. had.

[467. ]Ln. muche; Hl. Pt. Cp. moche; E. Hn. muchel.

[474. ]E. Hn. felaweschip.

[476. ]Hl. For of that art sche knew.

[485. ]Hl. I-proued; E. Cp. Pt. preued.

[486. ]E. hise.

[490. ]Hl. Cm. Pt. han; E. Hn. Cp. Ln. haue.

[493. ]E. siknesse.

[497. ]E. firste. E. ins. that (by mistake) before he.

[503. ]Hl. alone ins. that after if.

[505. ]Hl. ȝiue; E. yeue.

[509. ]Hl. Cp. seynte.

[510. ]Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. chaunterie; E. Hn. chauntrie.

[512. ]E. dwelleth; rest dwelte. E. keepeth; Ln. keped; rest kepte.

[514. ]Hl. no; rest not a.

[516. ]Hl. to senful man nought; rest nat to sinful man.

[520. ]All but Hl. this was.

[522. ]Hn. lowe; E. lough.

[523. ]E. nonys.

[525. ]E. waiteth; rest waited.

[527. ]E. hise.

[528. ]Hl. and; rest but.

[534. ]E. Pt. Ln. he; rest him.

[537. ]for] Hn. Hl. with.

[539. ]Cp. Pt. payed; Cm. Hl. payede; E. Hn. payde.

[540. ]propre] Hl. owne.

[550. ]Cp. Hl. nolde; Hn. noolde; E. ne wolde.

[555. ]E. toft; Ln. tofte; rest tuft. E. herys.

[556. ]Hn. bristles; E. brustles; Pt. brysteles; Hl. Cp. berstles. E. erys.

[558. ]All but Cp. and a.

[559. ]Hl. wyde; rest greet, gret.

[565. ]Hl. om. wel.

[570. ]E. Hn. wheither.

[571. ]E. Achaat.

[572. ]E. staat.

[577. ]E. weren.

[578. ]E. whiche. Cm. doseyn; E. duszeyne.

[581. ]E. maken.

[582. ]Cm. but; Cp. Pt. but if that; rest but if.

[585. ]E. Hn. caas.

[589. ]All but Hl. Ln. ins. ful after eres.

[590. ]E. doked.

[594. ]E. of; rest on.

[603. ]ne (2)] E. Hn. Cp. Pt. nor.

[604. ]Hl. they (for he). E. Cm. om. ne.

[606. ]Hl. fair; E. faire.

[607. ]E. Hn. shadwed; Hl. I-schadewed; Cm. I-schadewid; Cp. Pt. shadewed; Ln. schadowed.

[611. ]Hl. owne; E. owene.

[612. ]E. om. and. E. gowne; rest cote.

[613. ]So Hn. Hl.; E. and rest hadde lerned. Cp. Hl. mester.

[618. ]E. baar.

[623. ]Cm. Pt. Somnour; Hl. sompnour; E. Hn. Somonour.

[627. ]E. Hn. Cm. scaled.

[]Quotation;so in E. Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln.

[865. ]E. Hl. That; rest What.

[868. ]Cp. Hl. weddede; Slo. weddide; rest wedded.

[871. ]E. faire; Pt. yenge; rest yonge.

[876. ]Hl. han told ȝow; E. yow haue toold; rest haue toold (told).

[880. ]Tyrwhitt inserts the after and; but see 968, 973, 1023, &c.

[889. ]Hl. lette eek non of al; rest letten, and omit al.

[892. ]Hl. agayn; E. Hn. Cp. Pt. ayeyn.

[897. ]E. om. hye; rest hye, heighe, hihe, highe, high.

[912. ]Cm. eldest; E. eldeste.

[914. ]E. routhe; Ln. rewthe; Slo. reuthe. Hl. or; rest and.

[915. ]Hn. yiuen; E. yeuen.

[916. ]Hn. conquerour; E. conqueror.

[917. ]Hn. Hl. Noght; E. Pt. Ln. Nat. Hl. om. 2nd your.

[922. ]Hl. nys; rest is.

[923. ]E. Hn. Pt. Ln. ne hath.

[924. ]Cp. Hl. caytifs; E. Hn. Pt. caytyues.

[931. ]E. crie; Hn. Hl. waille; Cp. Pt. weile.

[938. ]Only Hl. om. now.

[943. ]Hl. i-slawe.

[944. ]E. He hath; rest Hath.

[955. ]E. maat.

[956. ]E. estaat.

[974. ]Hn. Cp. nys; rest is.

[984. ]Hn. thoghte; E. thoughte.

[992. ]E. weren.

[996. ]Hl. Which that.

[1005. ]E. Hn. Cm. taas; Hl. cas; Cp. Pt. Ln. caas; read tas.

Hn. Cm. Hl. of; rest of the.

[1009. ]E. Hn. Cm. taas; Hl. cas; Cp. Pt. Ln. caas; read tas.

[1013. ]Hl. hight; E. highte.

[1014. ]Hl. hight; E. highte.

[1020. ]E. Hn. Cm. taas; Hl. cas; Cp. Pt. Ln. caas; read tas.

[1022. ]E. Hl. ful soone he.

[1023. ]Hl. Tathenes for to.

[1029. ]E. Cm. om. his. E. lyue; rest lyf, lif.

[1031. ]E. Cm. Hl. This Palamon and his felawe Arcite.

[1036. ]Hl. on hire.

[1039. ]E. Hl. fyner; Cm. fynere; Hn. Cp. Pt. fairer.

[1042. ]E. slogardrie; rest slogardye (sloggardye, sluggardie).

[1049. ]E. Hn. Cm. Cp. broyded; Pt. breided; Ln. Hl. browded.

[1054. ]Ln. sotil; Cp. sotyl; E. Hn. Cm. subtil; Pt. subtile; Hl. certeyn.

[1055. ]Hl. Pt. heuenly; Cm. heueneliche; E. Hn. Cp. Ln. heuenysshly.

[1063. ]E. And this Palamon.

[1065. ]Hl. Cp. Pt. on; rest an.

[1091. ]Only E. om. it.

[1096. ]Cm. Pt. ye; Hn. Iye; Cp. Hl. yhe; E. eye.

[1101. ]Cm. wheþer; Hl. wheþur.

[1103. ]Hl. Cp. a doun.

[1115. ]E. wrongly om. was.

[1116. ]Hn. muche; E. moche.

[1122. ]E. is; rest nys.

[1125. ]E. Wheither.

[1132. ]til] Cm. Pt. Ln. Hl. to.

[1134. ]E. Ln. Hl. om. the.

[1135. ]E. hyndre; Cm. hynderyr.

[1138. ]E. as; rest and.

[1141. ]E. Hn. artow; rest art thou.

[1145. ]E. Nay; rest Now.

[1147. ]E. Cm. and to my.

[1151. ]E. Hn. artow; rest art thou.

[1154. ]E. Hn. And; rest But. Hl. Cm. uttirly; Cp. Pt. Ln. witterly; E. Hn. outrely.

[1156. ]Cp. Pt. wilt thou; Hl. wolt thou.

[1157. ]E. Wheither.

[1163. ]Cm. Wist thou; Hl. Ln. Wost thou; Pt. Woost thow.

[1166. ]E. of; rest to.

[1167. ]Hl. om. And.

[1168. ]E. Cm. broken.

[1170. ]Hn. Cp. Pt. fleen; E. Hl. flee.

[1177. ]Hn. Cm. Hl. stryue; rest stryuen.

[1179. ]E. om. that. All but Cm Hl. ins. so after were.

[1192. ]E. to; Hl. to the; rest un-to.

[1195. ]E. won; Cm. wone; rest wont.

[1197. ]E. Cp. als; Hn. Cm. Hl. as.

[1198. ]E. louede.

[1200. ]Hn. soghte; E. soughte.

[1205. ]Hl. Cp. Pt. with-oute; rest with-outen.

[1217. ]Hl. (alone) took.

[1223. ]that (1)] Hn. Hl. the. E. he; rest I.

[1226. ]Hn. Noght; E. Nat; Cm. Not; rest Nought. E. ins. my after in.

[1228. ]Hl. dweld.

[1237. ]Cp. Pt. Ln. om. in.

[1242. ]E. (alone) om. by.

[1248. ]E. heele; rest helpe.

[1256. ]Cp. Ln. mordre; E. Hn. moerdre; Cm. Pt. mordere; Hl. morthre.

[1260. ]E. (alone) om. thing.

[1262. ]E. Cm. wel that he.

[1268. ]Hl. seyen; E. Hn. Cm. Cp. seyn.

[1272. ]Ther] E. That.

[1278. ]E. Resouned; rest Resouneth. Cp. Hl. yollyng; Pt. Ln. yellinge.

[1290. ]All moste, most, muste; but read mot: see l. 1295.

[1296. ]Hl. ȝyue; E. yeue.

[1297. ]E. yeueth.

[1299. ]Hl. Ielousye; E. Ialousie.

[1303. ]Hl. Tho; E. Thanne. E. crueel gooddes (!).

[1305. ]Hl. Cm. athamaunte; E. Atthamaunt

[1309. ]Cm. Hl. beste; E. beest.

[1310. ]Cm. areste; Hl. arreste; E. arreest.

[1312. ]Cm. Cp. Hl. gilteles; E. giltlees.

[1314. ]Cm. Cp. Hl. gilteles; E. giltlees.

[1315. ]Cm. Cp. Pt. Ln. encreseth; E. encresseth.

[1320. ]So Hn. Cm. Hl.; rest after his deeth man.

[1323. ]So Hl.; rest lete I.

[1331. ]E. hise.

[1333. ]E. Ialousie.

[1337. ]E. (alone) sonne.

[1338. ]E. Encressen.

[1344. ]Cm. Cp. Pt. vp (perhaps rightly).

[1347. ]E. Now (wrongly); rest Yow.

[1350. ]Hn. Cp. Pt. moot he.

[1353. ]Ln. liste; Cm. lyste; Hl. luste; rest list.

[1359. ]Hl. Pt. Ln. had; rest hadde.

[1362. ]E. Pt. wexeth.

[1364. ]Hl. Cm. Cp. falwe; E. Hn. falow.

[1369. ]E. spiritz.

[1376. ]E. Biforn his owene; Cm. Be-forn hese owene; Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. Biforn his; Hl. Beforne in his.

[1382. ]E. crueel.

[1388. ]E. vp (perhaps rightly); rest vp-on.

[1389. ]E. I; rest he.

[1424. ]E. Cm. long; rest strong.

[1431. ]E. Hl. ins. his after of.

[1441. ]E. Hn. Cp. gaf.

[1454. ]E. Hn. Pt. soor; Cp. Ln. sore; Cm. Hl. sorwe. E. om. and.

[1470. ]Hl. ȝiue; E. yeue.

[1472. ]E. Of; rest With.

[1477. ]E. moot; rest moste, most, muste.

[1479. ]E. Hn. Cm. thanne; rest than.

[1488. ]E. Hn Ln. to; rest vn-to.

[1491. ]day] Hl. May.

[1495. ]E. hise.

[1497. ]Hl. Arcite; rest Arcita.

[1502. ]E. Hn. Cm. a; rest his. Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. stertyng; E. Hn. startlynge; Cm. stertelynge.

[1511. ]Hl. wel faire; rest om. wel.

[1512. ]E. Hn. Cm. Hl. In; rest I.

[1514. ]E. a; rest the.

[1518. ]Hn. Hl. afered; Cm. ofered; rest aferd. E. (alone) ins. thanne bef. was.

[1521. ]Hl. Pt. goon; Cm. Ln. gon; E. Hn. Cp. go.

[1526. ]E. Hn. al; rest of.

[1530. ]E. fil al: rest om. al.

[1532. ]E. Hn. Cm. crop; Cp. Hl. Pt. croppe.

[1536. ]E. Hn. Cm. kan; rest gan.

[1538. ]E. gereful; Cp. geerful; Hl. grisful; rest gerful.

[1539. ]Hl. wyke; Hn. Cp. wike; Pt. Ln. weke; Cm. wonke; E. wowke.

[1551. ]Cm. Pt. Hl. lyne.

[1556. ]Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. owne; E. owene.

[1557. ]highte] Hl. hote.

[1560. ]E. kynrede; rest lynage (lignage).

[1563. ]Hl. vtterly; E. outrely.

[1573. ]So E.; rest afterward (for after). Hl. om. he.

[1579. ]Hl. bussches; Cm. boschis; Ln. boskes.

[1581. ]E. Hn. artow; rest art thou.

[1584. ]told] E. Cm. seyd.

[1589. ]E. Hn. namo; Hl. Cm. no mo.

[1595. ]E. Hn. wolt. Hl. for; rest or.

[1598. ]E. Hn. his; rest a.

[1599. ]E. sit; Cm. set; rest sitteth.

[1604. ]Hl. seurte; Cp. sewrte; E. seurete; Hn. seuretee.

[1609. ]Cp. derreyne; Hl. dereyne.

[1614. ]Hn. chees; Cm. Hl. ches; rest chese.

[1626. ]E. hir; rest his.

[1634. ]E. the; Hn. Cm. Hl. this.

[1637. ]Hl. Tho; rest To.

[1638. ]Hl. honterus; rest hunters, hunterys; ed. 1542, hunter.

[1640. ]E. and; rest or.

[1651. ]Cm. halp; Cp. hilp; E. Hn. heelp; Hl. Pt. helpeth; Ln. helpe. Hl. Ln. om. for.

[1652. ]E. owene.

[1656. ]Tyrwhitt ins. as bef. a.

[1659. ]E. Hn. whit.

[1660. ]E. anclee.

[1662. ]E. wole.

[1672. ]this] Hl. it.

[1693. ]E. Hl. in; rest on.

[1695. ]Hn. Cp. Pt. that; rest om.

[1699. ]E. Cm. Hl. bores; rest boles.

[1702. ]E. fille.

[1706. ]E. cride; Hn. Cp. Pt. cryed.

[1707. ]E. Hn. Ln. vp-on; rest vp.

[1710. ]Hn. Cm. Cp. Pt. myster; E. mystiers; Ln. mester; Hl. mestir.

[1716. ]E. Hn. disserued.

[1718. ]E. Hn. Cm. owene.

[1723. ]Hl. Hn. knowe; rest knowest.

[1741. ]Ln. Hl. we haue.

[1744. ]E. Hn. Cm. owene; Hl. Cp. Pt. owne.

[1747. ]Hn. Pt. shul; Cm. Hl. schul; E. shal.

[1753. ]E. estaat.

[1754. ]E. debaat.

[1767. ]Hn. Cm. Cp. As; rest And.

[1770. ]Hl. Pt. Ln. had; rest hadde.

[1771. ]Hn. wepten; rest wepen.

[1788. ]E. hise.

[1789. ]E. Hn. Cm. owene; Cp. Pt. owne.

[1790. ]E. diuyse.

[1797. ]Hl. I-brought; rest Broght, Brought.

[1799. ]See note. Hl. if that; rest but if.

[1810. ]E. Hn. Cp. of; rest or.

[1811. ]and] Cm. Hl. or.

[1817. ]E. Hn. Cp. Pt. laas; Cm. las; Hl. Ln. lace.

[1818. ]E. Pt. trespaas.

[1822. ]E. Hn Cp. Ln. shal. contree] Cp. Ln. Hl. coroune.

[1825. ]E. deel, weel; Hn. Cm. Cp. del, wel. Hl. Pt. swore; rest sworen, sworne, sworyn.

[1826. ]E. deel, weel; Hn. Cm. Cp. del, wel. Hl. Pt. swore; rest sworen, sworne, sworyn.

[1828. ]Hl. Cm. graunted.

[1832. ]E. wrongly repeats doutelees.

[1834. ]E. Hn. Cp. Ialousye.

[1837. ]E. Hn. Pt. lief.

[1838. ]E. om. go.

[1840. ]E. Hn. Cp. Ialouse.

[1856. ]E. wheither.

[1857. ]E. wheither.

[1860. ]Hl. Him; Cp. Ln. That; E. Hn. Thanne; Cm. Pt. Than. E. Cp. Ln. Emelya; Hl. Hn. Emelye.

[1872. ]E. Cm. Hl. om. it.

[1876. ]Hl. thanked; Cm. thankede; Cp. Pt. Ln. thonked; E. Hn. thonken.

[1877. ]E. often; Ln. oft; Pt. mony; rest ofte.

[1886. ]Hl. that; rest om.

[1889. ]E. compaas.

[1892. ]E. lette; Cm. lettyth; rest letted.

[1893. ]E. Hn. Hl. marbul.

[1899. ]Hl. Hn. Cp. purtreyour; E. portreitour.

[1900. ]Cp. Pt. Cm. him; Hl. hem; rest om.

[1906. ]So Hl.; E. Hn. Cm. (wrongly) And on the westward in memorie.

[1922. ]E. Hl. and; rest of.

[1928. ]E. Hn. Cp. Ialousye.

[1929. ]Hl. guldes.

[1930. ]Cp. Ln. Cm. his.

[1933. ]Cm. I reken and rekne schal; Hn. Hl. I rekned and rekne shal; E. I rekned haue and rekne shal (too long).

[1942. ]E. Cm. And; rest Ne.

[1943. ]E. Cm. And eek; Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. Ne yet; Hl. Ne eek. E. Hn. Cm. Ercules.

[1948. ]E. Hn. Pt. om. ne.

[1965. ]E. it was; rest it is.

[1975. ]Hl. foreste; E. forest.

[1976. ]Hl. beste; E. best.

[1977. ]E. Hn. Cm. Cp. bareyne.

[1979. ]E. rumbel; Cm. rumbil; Hn. rombul; Cp. Ln. rombel; Hl. swymbul. E. Pt. and; rest in.

[1980. ]Ln. berste; Hl. berst.

[1981. ]Hn. Hl. on (for from).

[1983. ]E. Hn. the entree

[1985. ]Cp. vese; Cm. wese; E. Hn. Ln. veze; Hl. prise.

[1986. ]E. Hn. Cm. gate. Hl. rise.

[1990. ]E. Hn. Pt. dore was.

[1995. ]E. Hn. dirke.

[1996. ]E. Cm. om. al.

[1998. ]E. Cm. om. eek.

[2012. ]Cm. outes.

[2013. ]E. Cp. Ln. busk; Cm. bosch; Hn. Pt. bussh.

[2014. ]E. ins. oon after nat.

[2021. ]Hl. om. by.

[2025. ]E. Cm. laborer; rest barbour.

[2029. ]Pt. Ln. swerde; rest swerd.

[2030. ]E. soutil; Hn. Cp. Ln. subtil.

[2037. ]Hl. sterres; E. Pt. certres; rest sertres.

[2049. ]Cm. sotyl; E. soutil. All depeynted (badly); see C. 950.

[2058. ]E. Pt. Ln. Hl. to; rest til; see l. 2062.

[2060. ]All peynted; see l. 2049. Hl. om. yow.

[2062. ]Hl. Cp. Pt. Ln. turned.

[2067. ]E. Hn. hise; Cm. hese.

[2069. ]E. om. was.

[2071. ]E. Hn. Meleagree.

[2075. ]E. Cp. Pt. ins. wel after ful.

[2089. ]thise] E. the.

[2098. ]E. couenantz. Hl. om. for.

[2108. ]E. preyd; Hn. prayd; Hl. Cm. preyed.

[2110. ]E. Cp. Pt. Hl. caas.

[2120. ]Hl. In a; E. And in; Hn. Cm. Cp. Ln. And in a; Pt. And a.

[2132. ]E. Hn. bitwyxen.

[2134. ]E. hise.

[2135. ]E. hise.

[2136. ]E. hise.

[2141. ]Hn. Cm. yelwe; E. yelewe; Hl. yolwe.

[2148. ]E. chaar.

[2152. ]Pt. Ln. Colers; Cp. Coleres; Hl. Colerd; E. Hn. Colered; Cm. Colerid. E. tourettes; Cp. Pt. torettes; Hl. torettz (better torets); Ln, turettes.

[2154. ]E. Hn. stierne.

[2155. ]E. Pt. Arcite; rest Arcita.

[2163. ]E. Cm. Pt. mantel.

[2164. ]E. Brat-ful.

[2180. ]Hl. om. al.

[2186. ]Hl. Cp. Ln. lepart; E. leopard.

[2192. ]E. in; Pt. after; rest at.

[2195. ]E. maner.

[2198. ]E. Hn. meeste; Cm. Cp. meste; rest most.

[2205. ]E. Cm. Hl. in; rest on.

[2207. ]al] Hl. of.

[2208. ]Hn. Hl. comth; rest cometh.

[2212. ]also] Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. right tho.

[2217. ]E. pass.

[2219. ]E. with ful; rest and with.

[2220. ]E. and seyde in this manere.

[2222. ]to] Hn. Hl. of. of] all but E. Cm. to.

[2226. ]E. Cm. preyere; Hn. prayere. at] Hl. to.

[2227. ]to] Hl. for to.

[2231. ]Cm. Hl. wel, fel; rest wele, fele.

[2232. ]Cm. Hl. wel, fel; rest wele, fele.

[2239. ]Hl. aske. Hl. Ln. to morn.

[2261. ]Hl. thorisoun; rest the orison (orisoun).

[2263. ]E. Cm. circumstaunce.

[2264. ]E. Cm. obseruaunce.

[2274. ]Pt. Hl. ins. she after gan.

[2276. ]E. ladde; rest hadde.

[2279. ]Cp. Pt. Ln. methe; Hl. meth; E. meeth; Hn. mede.

[2287. ]were] Hn. Cp. Ln. nere.

[2289. ]E. kempd.

[2303. ]Hl. Atheon. cruelly] Hl. trewely.

[2311. ]E. Hl. ins. the after knowe.

[2317. ]Hn. As; rest And; see l. 2325.

[2322. ]not do me] E. Hl. Pt. do me no.

[2323. ]E. And; rest Or.

[2328. ]E. Cm. Cp. kepere.

[2337. ]E. Hn. Cp. whistlynge.

[2338. ]Hl. (only) As doth a wete brond in his.

[2344. ]Pt Hl. om. hath.

[2350. ]Hl. write; Pt. writt; rest writen.

[2356. ]E. Cp. Hl. declare.

[2358. ]E. caas.

[2369. ]E. Hn. fierse; Cm. ferse; Hl. fyry.

[2385. ]Hl. the gret; rest om. gret.

[2402. ]E. Hn. Thanne.

[2420. ]Allins. the (Hl. thy) after me; (read victórie).

[2425. ]Hn. Cm. brende; E. Cp. Hl. brenden.

[2433. ]E. Hn. Hl. and; rest that.

[2436. ]E. Hn. Cm. in.

[2441. ]E. stierne.

[2445. ]an] E. Pt. and.

[2449. ]Hl. Pt. but; rest and.

[2462. ]E. om. 1st the.

[2466. ]Hl. in; rest om.

[2468. ]Hl. tresoun.

[2489. ]Hl. Erly a-morwe for to see that fight.

[2493. ]E. ins. the after in.

[2500. ]Hl. Gold-beten.

[2503. ]Nailinge] Hl. Rayhyng.

[2504. ]Hl. Girdyng.

[2511. ]E. nakerers (wrongly).

[2513. ]Hl. pepul; Pt. puple; Ln. peple.

[2533. ]E. Hn. Pt. oo.

[2534. ]E. om. 2nd the.

[2535. ]E. Cm. the noyse of peple.

[2544. ]E. Cm. om. 1st ne.

[2545. ]or] E. Cm. Ln. ne.

[2547. ]E. Hl. om. it.

[2555. ]falle] E. be. Cm. cheuynteyn; Cp. cheuentein; Hl. cheuenten.

[2556. ]Hl. sle; rest sleen (sclayn).

[2559. ]Hl. fight; Ln. fihten; rest fighteth.

[2561. ]Cm. Cp. touchede; Hl. touchith; rest touched.

[2562. ]Cm. cryedyn; E. cride. E. murie.

[2570. ]E. Hn. Hl. Thebans; see l. 2623.

[2593. ]E. om. they.

[2598. ]Hl. Dooth.

[2608. ]E. gooth; rest goon.

[2613. ]stomblen] E. Cm. semblen.

[2622. ]E. fresshen

[2643. ]E. rescus; Pt. rescowe; rest rescous.

[2671. ]Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. trompours.

[2676. ]Cm. ferse; E. Hn. fierse.

[2679. ]E. Pt. om. this.

[2681. ]E. Hn. Cm. omit ll. 2681, 2682.

[2683. ]Hn. she; rest om.

[2684. ]E. furie; Hn. Cm. furye; rest fyr, fir, fire, fyre; see note.

[2698. ]Hl. Pt. on lyue.

[2714. ]limes] Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. lyues.

[2726. ]E. Hn. Cm. arm.

[2737. ]E. conuoyed.

[2740. ]E. fare; Cm. Hl. far.

[2746. ]Hl. Pt. Corrumpith.

[2760. ]E. fare; Cm. Hl. far.

[2770. ]Tyrwhitt has ne may; ne is not in the MSS.

[2781. ]E. taak.

[2785. ]E. Hn. Cp. Ialousye.

[2789. ]Cp. Pt. Hl. and; rest om.

[2799. ]For] E. And. feet] E. Hl. Cm. herte.

[2801. ]All but Hl. ins. for before in.

[2819. ]E. Hn. baar.

[2822. ]Hl. can haue; rest om. can.

[2823. ]E. nousbond is.

[2828. ]E. eek; for 2nd folk.

[2834. ]E. Hn. Cm. Pt. rentynge.

[2840. ]Hn. chaungen; Hl. torne; rest om.

[2843. ]Hn. deyed; E. dyed.

[2849. ]E. worldes.

[2854. ]Hn. Caste; E. Hl. Cast. now] Hl. busyly.

[2861. ]E. amorouse.

[2863. ]E. the office; Hl. thoffice.

[2869. ]E. ryden.

[2875. ]Cp. Pt. Hl. croune; rest coroune.

[2883. ]E. rugged.

[2892. ]Hl. that weren; rest om.

[2893. ]E. Ln. sitten.

[2894. ]E. om. up.

[2901. ]Ln. slake (for slakke); rest slak.

[2904. ]Hl. al; rest om.

[2912. ]So Hl. Cp.; rest the office.

[2916. ]Hl. tharme.

[2920. ]how] E. that.

[2921. ]Hn. Hl. popler; rest popelere.

[2924. ]E. fild.

[2926. ]Hl. Disheryt.

[2928. ]E. Cm. Nymphus.

[2934. ]Pt. Ln. than; rest thanne.

E. Cp. stokkes; rest stikkes.

[2935. ]Pt. Ln. than; rest thanne.

[2936. ]Pt. Ln. than; rest thanne.

[2943. ]E. om. the.

[2945. ]Hl. tho; rest om.

[2952. ]So all but Hl., which has Thre tymes; see l.

[2954. ]E. place (for fyr).

[2956. ]E. Hn. And (for Ne).

[2958. ]E. Hn. lych; rest liche.

[2994. ]Hn. Ln. that; rest (except Hl) that same. Hl. and moeuere eek.

[2995. ]Hl. Ln. stabled.

[2997. ]Hl. alle that er; Cp. alle that beth

[3000. ]E. Cp. ins. noght bef. noon. Hl. tallegge; Hn. to allegge; Cm. Cp. Pt. to legge.

[3006. ]E. dirryueth.

[3007. ]Hl. Ln. take; rest taken; E. Cm. om. nat.

[3008. ]Hl. ne; E. Hn. Pt. or of; Cm. or of a.

[3015. ]So Hl.; rest eterne with-outen any lye.

[3016. ]at] E. it.

[3025. ]E. toures.

[3034. ]E. Cm. om. that.

[3036. ]So Hl.; rest That is.

[3056. ]Hl. whan a man.

[3059. ]Hl. Cp. Pt. Ln. ins. the bef. flour.

[3071. ]Hl. that; rest om.

[3077. ]your] E. thyn.

[3082. ]Hn. Leen; rest Lene.

[3095. ]E. Hn. Cp. Ln. matrimoigne; Pt. matrimoyne; Hl. matrimoyn.

[3100. ]E. om. hath.

[3104. ]Hl. also; rest so.

[3106. ]E. Hn. Cp. Ialousye. Hl. ne of non othir teene.

Colophon;so E. Hn.; Pt. Hl. endeth.

[]Heading.From E. E. Heere; hoost.

[3118. ]E. on; rest ye.

[3128. ]Ln. oste; E. hoost; Hl. has—Oure hoost saugh wel how.

[3134. ]Pt. hooste; Ln. oste; E. hoost.

[3140. ]E. Hn. Cm. om. yow.

[3147. ]E. Ln. Hl. defame; rest diffame.

[3150. ]E. dronke; Cm. dronkyn; rest dronken.

[3155. ]These two lines are in E. Cm. Hl. only.

[3156. ]These two lines are in E. Cm. Hl. only.

[3160. ]Cm. Takyn; rest Take, Tak.

[3166. ]enquere] Cp. Pt. Ln. to enquere.

[3170. ]E. Mathynketh; Hn. Cp. Ln. Hl. Me athynketh; Cm. Me thynkyth.

[3172. ]demeth] Hl. as deme.

[3173. ]E. yuel; Cm. euyl.

[3177. ]Cp. chees; Cm. ches; rest chese.

[3185. ]E. Cm. om. and. E. Cp. putteth; rest putte, put.

[3186. ]E. Hn. Cm. maken; rest make.

Colophon.From Cm.; Pt. Thus endeth the prologe; Ln. Explicit prologus; Hl. Here endeth the prologe of the Miller.

[3187. ]Cm. Pt. in (for at).

[3190. ]Cm. Pt. Hl. pore; E. Hn. poure (= povre); Cp. Ln. pouer (= pover).

[3195. ]E. asked; rest axed.

[3197. ]E. asked; rest axed.

[3218. ]Cm. Pt. Ln. Hl. mery; E. myrie.

[3223. ]Hl. eyghteteene; rest xviij.

[3225. ]E. yong and wylde.

[3230. ]Cm. Hl. ben; rest is.

[3235. ]E. y-barred; rest barred.

[3236. ]Hl. eek; rest om.

[3238. ]Cp. brouded; Hl. browdid; Cm. I-brouded; E. Hn. broyden.

[3251. ]E. Hn. Tasseled; Ln. Tassilde; Hl. Cp. Tassid. E. grene; rest silk.

[3253. ]E. nas; Hn. Pt. Hl. nys; Cm. Cp. Ln. is.

[3261. ]Cm. Pt. Cp. Ln. braket.

[3265. ]Cm. lowe; rest loue.

[3266. ]Cp. bocler; Hl. bocleer; rest bokeler.

[3283. ]Cm. wrythed.

[3285. ]Pt. she; Cm. Hl. sche; Ln. iche; rest ich.

[3289. ]E. hir; rest him.

[3319. ]Cm. hosyn; Pt. hosen; rest hoses.

[3321. ]Hl. fyn (for light). Hl. Ln. wachet; Cm. vachet; rest waget.

[3325. ]E. myrie; Hn. murye.

[3327. ]E. Hn. maken.

[3329. ]E. Hn. Oxenford; Cm. Oxenforthe; rest Oxenforde.

[3333. ]E. his; rest a.

[3344. ]E. myrie; Hn. murye.

[3347. ]E. Hl. wold; rest wolde.

[3350. ]Hn. Hl. ne; rest om.

[3362. ]Cm. preye; Hl. praye; Ln. preie; E. Hn. Cp. Pt. pray. E. wole; Cm. wele; Hn. Hl. wol; rest wil. E. thynke; rest rewe.

[3364. ]E. om. him.

[3371. ]E. repeats to day.

[3374. ]Cm. kempte; Hn. Ln. kembed; Cp. kembede; E. Pt. kembeth.

[3379. ]Cm. Pt. Ln. hote; E. Hn. Cp. hoot.

[3380. ]E. profreth.

[3384. ]Hl. Herodz; Ln. Heraude; rest Herodes, Heraudes. Hl. on; rest vp on.

[3390. ]Hl. Pt. to; rest til.

[3415. ]Cm. Pt. ye; Hl. Iye; rest eye.

[3418. ]Hn. Cm. Cp. Ln. no thyng; Pt. Hl. nought; E. thyng. Pt. Hl. may bifalle. (Read mighte as might’).

[3440. ]E. Hn. foond; Pt. foonde.

[3444. ]E. Hn. Cp. capyng.

[3445. ]Cp. Ln. keked; Hl. loked.

[3447. ]E. Pt. that; rest this.

[3451. ]E. Hn. Astromye; Ln. Arstromye; rest astronomye; but Astromye is meant; see l. 3457.

[3457. ]So E. Hn.; rest astronomye.

[3460. ]E. -put.

[3466. ]E. of; rest vp, vpe.

[3470. ]Cm. Hl. haf; E. Hn. haaf; Cp. heef. Hn. Pt. Ln. Hl. vp; rest of.

[3473. ]E. Hn. caped; Hl. capyd; Cp. capede; rest gaped, gapede.

[3477. ]Hl. man (for 3rd what); rest om.

[3485. ]All but E. Hl. For the nyghtes. E. Hn. uerye; Cm. verie; Cp. Pt. verye; Ln. very; Hl. verray.

[3486. ]Cm. wonyst þou; Hl. wonestow; after which Cm. Hl. ins. now.

[3487. ]Hl. om. this.

[3489. ]E. this; rest the.

[3491. ]Hn. Pt. Hl. thenk; rest thynk; see 3478. Cm. as men don whan they swinke.

[3501. ]Cp. Pt. hooste; Ln. ostee; Hl. host ful; E. Hn. hoost; Cm. ost.

[3505. ]E. om. it.

[3510. ]E. Hl. am; rest nam, ne am.

[3516. ]a] Hl. on.

[3519. ]Cm. Hl. om. 2nd in.

[3525. ]Pt. Ln. om. ther.

[3527. ]E. aftir.

[3534. ]E. hou.

[3535. ]Hl. had; E. Hn. Cm. hadde.

[3539. ]E. felaweshipe.

[3540. ]E. brynge; rest gete.

[3541. ]E. hadde; leuere.

[3544. ]E. woostou; doone.

[3548. ]E. ellis. E. kymelyn; Hl. kemelyn.

[3565. ]E. Thanne.

[3571. ]E. Pt. Ln. broke; rest breke.

[3575. ]E. Thanne. E. shal I; rest shaltow, shalt thou.

[3577. ]E. Thanne.

[3588. ]E. heeste.

[3591. ]E. Hn. Na.

[3592. ]E. Pt. Hl. so; rest go.

[3593. ]E. folk; Cm. we; rest men.

[3598. ]E. sende.

[3599. ]E. to preche; Cp. to teche; rest teche.

[3608. ]Cm. er (for or). E. lost; rest dede, deede, ded.

[3609. ]Cm. Hl. verray trewe.

[3611. ]E. Auctor (in margin).

[3612. ]Hl. A man. E. Hn. dyen. Pt. Hl. for; Cm. thour; rest of.

[3624. ]E. om. he; Hl. has þan.

[3626. ]E. In-to; Cm. Onto; rest Vnto.

[3627. ]E. vitailleth.

[3630. ]E. hadde.

[3635. ]E. dresseth; rest dressed. E. Hn. Cm. alle. Hn. Cp. scholde; E. shal.

[3643. ]Cm. Hl. verray; rest wery.

[3660. ]E. With a compaignye.

[3661. ]E. Cloistrer; Pt. Ln. Cloystrere.

[3672. ]E. Hl. wake; Cm. to wakyn; rest to wake.

[3676. ]Hn. Cp. Pt. Ln. knokken; E. Cm. knokke; Hl. go knokke.

[3690. ]E. of; rest and.

[3696. ]E. brist.

[3697. ]Hn. cogheth; Cp. coughed; Hl. cowhith; Pt. kougheþ; Cm. coude; E. knokketh.

[3701. ]Cp. Pt. thenken; rest thynken, thynke.

[3709. ]E. Hn. com pa me; Cp. com pame; Cm. cumpame; Pt. compame; Hl. Ln. compaine; several MSS. come bame, combame; see note.

[3716. ]Cp. Pt. Ln. kisse; Hl. kisseth; rest kys.

[3718. ]E. om. ther-with.

[3721. ]These 2 lines in E. only.

[3722. ]These 2 lines in E. only.

[3724. ]E. om. a.

[3728. ]Cm. don; Hl. doon; Pt. doo; rest do. Hn. thee; rest the.

[3731. ]E. Dirk.

[3732. ]E. pitte.

[3736. ]E. Cm. stirte.

[3743. ]E. weel, deel; Ln. wele, dele; rest wel, del.

[3744. ]E. weel, deel; Ln. wele, dele; rest wel, del.

[3753. ]Hl. nadde bleynt.

[3759. ]Cm. wepte; Hl. wept.

[3763. ]E. Hn. kultour; Cp. Pt. Ln. culter.

[3766. ]E. I am heere; rest it am I.

[3770. ]E. Hn. Cp. viritoot; Pt. Vyritote; Ln. veritote; Cm. merytot; Hl. verytrot.

[3771. ]Pt. Ln. seynt; rest seinte. Pt. Hl. Noet.

[3776. ]E. kultour.

[3781. ]Hl. Ye schul him haue.

[3782. ]Hl. fo; rest foo; ed. 1561, fote.

[3785. ]E. kultour.

[3793. ]E. Hn. my; Cm. myn; Hl. O my; Cp. thi; Pt. thine; Ln. þin. E. deerelyng; Hn. Cm. Cp. derelyng.

[3800. ]E. om. ers.

[3810. ]E. om. the.

[3812. ]E. kultour.

[3813. ]And] Hn. That.

[3818. ]E. Hn. Nowelis; Cp. Noweles (intentionally); Cm. Newelis; Pt. Ln. Hl. noes.

[3821. ]Hl. he goth (for goth al). E. Hn. foond.

[3828. ]E. Hn. he; rest om.

[3831. ]Pt. Ln. Hl. born.

[3834. ]E. Hn. Nowelis; Cp. Ln. the Nowels; Pt. þe Noes; Hl. Noes.

[3837. ]E. roue; see l. 3839.

[3838. ]E. Hn. Ln. preyde.

[3841. ]E. Hn. Cp. cape.

[3846. ]E. holde.

[3848. ]E. Hn. Hl. was; rest is.

[3849. ]E. of this; Hn. at this; rest at his.

[3850. ]E. this; rest the.

[3852. ]Pt. Hl. ye; Hn. Iye; E. Ln. eye.

[3853. ]E. Hn. the; rest his.

Colophon.So E. (with Heere); Hl. Pn. Here endeth the Millers tale; Hn. Here is ended the Millerys tale; Cp. Ln. Explicit fabula Molendinarii.

[3862. ]E. Pt. om. is.

[3865. ]E. Ln. eye.

[3867. ]E. Hn. no (for not).

[3869. ]Hl. My (for This).

[3870. ]E. mowled also.

[3872. ]E. leng; Ln. longe: rest lenger.

[3876. ]E. ay whil that; Hn. alwey whil þat; rest alwey while.

[3885. ]E. eelde.

[3886. ]E. vnweelde.

[3893. ]Hn. sith; E. sithe.

[3904. ]E. Cm. And; rest Or. All but Hn. om. 2nd a.

[3907. ]Cp. Pt. Ln that (for ther).

[3908. ]Pt. hie (for al).

[3912. ]In margin of E.—vim vi repellere.

[3918. ]Hl. tobreke; Pt. alto-breke.

[3919. ]Pt. ye; Cp. ȝe; rest eye.

[3923. ]E. Hn. Cm. which; rest whiche.

[3928. ]Hl. wrastle wel (om. and).

[3934. ]Hl. camois; Pt. camoyse.

[3939. ]E. was of corn and eek of Mele.

[3941. ]E. Cp. Hl. hoote; Cm. hotyn; rest hoten. Pt. deyneȝouse.

[3944. ]panne] Cm. peny.

[3948. ]E. But if; rest But.

[3949. ]Hn. Cm. Pt. yemanrye.

[3950. ]E. Hn. Pt. peert.

[3951. ]Cm. Hl. on; rest vp-on.

[3953. ]Cm. boundyn; Pt. bounden; Hn. Cp. Ln. wounden; Hl. ybounde.

[3956. ]Hl. ma dame.

[3958. ]Hl. elles (for ones).

[3959. ]Hl. Symekyn.

[3965. ]Hn. Cm. And; rest As. Hl. bissemare; Cp. bisemare; E. Hn. Pt. Ln. bismare.

[3974. ]Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. camoys. MSS. eyen, eyȝen.

[3975. ]E. Cm. om. With.

[3977. ]E. Cm. This; rest The.

[3987. ]E. Cm. sokene.

[4002. ]Pt. Ln. Than; rest Thanne.

[4004. ]Pt. Teestif.

[4005. ]Ln. revelrie; rest renerye; ed. 1561, reuelry.

[4013. ]E. highte (1st); heet (2nd). Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. hight.

[4019. ]E. Cm. Pt om. with.

[4020. ]Cp. needede (see l. 4161); E. Hn. Pt. neded; Cm. Hl. nedyth; Ln. nedeþ.

[4022. ]Hn. Symkyn; rest Symond, Symon; see l. 4026.

[4027. ]E. boes (= North. E. bus); Hn. Cp. bihoues; Pt. Ln. byhoueþ; Cm. muste; Hl. falles.

[4033. ]E. Hn. Cp. heythen; Ln. hethen (the right form); Cm. hene; Pt. hepen (for heþen).

[4036. ]E. hopur.

[4040. ]Cp. Hl. and; rest om.

[4044. ]E. Cm. yfayth..

[4045. ]Cm. Pt. is (for are); Ln. es.

[4049. ]E. Ln. eye.

[4051. ]E. Hn. Cp. Ln. crekes; Hl. knakkes.

[4053. ]E. stide.

[4054. ]E. Cm. Hl. om. the.

[4056. ]Cm. I counte; Hl. ne counte I; rest counte I.

[4061. ]Cm. Cp. Ln. Hl. lenesel; E. lefsel; Hn. leefsel.

[4064. ]E. Hn. Cp. Ln. laus; Hl. loos; Cm. los; Pt. louse; see l. 4138.

[4069. ]E. weel.

[4074. ]E. out; Hn. Cm. Cp. Pt. Ln. of; Hl. on.

[4078. ]E. geen; Hn. Ln. gane; Hl. gan; Cm. Cp. Pt. gon.

[4082. ]E. Hn. boond.

[4084. ]E. Cm. om. Iohn.

[4087. ]E. Hn. god; rest goddes, goddis.

[4088. ]E. Hn. Cm. pit; rest put (putte).

[4094. ]E. om. a.

[4101. ]Cm. ware þe rere; Hl. ware derere; rest warderere; ed. 1561, wartherere.

[4104. ]E. do; Cm. don; rest dide (did).

[4107. ]Cm. beste; E. Hn. beest.

[4110. ]E. Hl. dryue; rest dryuen (dreven).

[4111. ]E. stoln me.

[4123. ]E. Hn. Argumentz; Cm. argumentis; Cp. Hl. argumentes.

[4126. ]E. in (for is).

[4128. ]Cp. Pt. Ln. Hl. mery; E. Hn. myrie.

[4129. ]E. taa; Cm. tan; Pt. taken; Hn. tak; Cp. take.

[4131. ]E. Hn. hoost; Hl. host ful; Pt. hooste; Cp. Ln. ooste.

[4134. ]Hl. na; Cp. naan; E. Hn. Cm. none; Pt. not.

[4138. ]E. Hn. Cp. boond. E. nat; Cm. not; Hn. namoore; Cp. namore; Pt. Ln. Hl. no more.

[4147. ]E. drynke; Hn. Cp. Pt. drynken; Hl. Cm. dronken.

[4151. ]Hl. yoxeth.

[4160. ]E. wente; rest gooth (goth).

[4161. ]Cp. needede (see l. 4020); rest neded.

[4162. ]Hl. wysly; Cm. wysely; E. wisely; rest wisly.

[4166. ]Hl. Cp. a (for two).

[4170. ]Cp. Herdestow; Cm Ln. Herdist thou; Hl. Herdistow; E. Herdtow; Hn. Herd thow.

[4171. ]Ln. compline; Hn. conplyng; Pt. conplinge; Hl. couplyng (wrongly); E. cowplyng; Cm. copil.

E. whilk; Hn. Cp. Ln. swilke; Cm. swich; Pt. sclike; Hl. slik.

[4181. ]Hl. (margin) Qui in vno grauatur in alio debet releuari.

[4183. ]E. Cm. shortly; rest sothly. E. is; rest it is. Hn. Hl. na; E. ne; rest no (non).

[4185. ]E. neen; Hn. naan; Hl. nan; rest non (noon); so in 4187.

[4206. ]E. Cm. sek; rest sak.

[4213. ]E. the; rest his.

[4217. ]E. Hn. Pt. foond.

[4223. ]E. Hn. foond.

[4226. ]to] Cm. bi.

[4230. ]E. myrie; om. ne.

[4231. ]E. soore; Cm. sore; rest depe (deepe).

[4234. ]Cm. Ln. Pt. wex; rest wax.

[4236. ]Cm. Cp. Hl. far; rest fare; see note.

[4246. ]Cm. halp; E. Hn. heelp.

[4277. ]in] Hn. on.

[4278. ]Hl. walweden as pigges.

[4280. ]Hn. on; Cm. aȝen; rest at.

[4283. ]E. lite; Cm. lyte; rest litel.

[4286. ]Cm. Pt. Ln. Bromeholm; rest Bromholm.

[4290. ]Cp. Ln. vp (twice). E. Hn. Cm. Pt. Hl. vp on (for 1st up). E. Cm. Pt. Hl. on (Hn. vp); for 2nd vp.

[4292. ]E. Cm. stirte. E. soone (for faste).

[4296. ]E. Hn. foond; Hl. took.

[4301. ]Hl. ye; Hn. Iye; rest eye.

[4307. ]E. Cm Hl. And; rest That.

[4309. ]Hl. greyth; Cm. hastede.

[4320. ]E. Hn. yuele; Cm. euele.

Colophon. Hn. Hl. Here endeth the Reves tale.

[4322. ]E. Trinitee; rest magestee (mageste).

[4325. ]E. whil that the

[4332. ]Hl. herburgage.

[4336. ]Hn. sith; E. sitthe; Hl. siþþe; Cp. Pt. Ln. sithen.

[4339. ]Hn. Hl. stynten; E. stynte.

Last two words glossed hic and audire in E. Hn.

[4340. ]Last two words glossed hic and audire in E. Hn.

[4347. ]E. Hn. Cm. Ln. Douere. E. Hn. soold.

[4348. ]E. Hn. coold.

[4350. ]Hl. persly; Hn. persle; E. percely.

[4355. ]Hl. omits.

[4357. ]E. Cm. quaad; Cp. Hl. quad; rest quade.

[4359. ]E. na (for nat).

Colophon.In Pt.; Ln. Explicit prologus.

[4366. ]E. vitailliers.

[4369. ]E. ykempd; Hn. ykembd; rest ykempt.

[4380. ]E. ayeyn.

[4383. ]Pt. Ln. steuen; rest steuene.

[4385. ]Pt. Ln. toune; rest toun.

[4396. ]E. Ln. ribible; rest rubible.

[4397. ]E. lowe.

[4402. ]E. Newegate.

[4404. ]E. Hn. Hl. papir.

[4406. ]E. Hn. Cp. Hl. Appul.

[4410. ]E. seruantz.

[4415. ]Hl. omits.

[4416. ]Pt. souke; rest sowke.

Hl. omits.

[4417. ]Hl. omits.

[4418. ]Hl. omits.

[4419. ]E. compier; Hn. compeer; Cp. Pt. Ln. conpere.

Hl. omits.

Colophon.In Hn. only. Blank space in E.

[4420. ]Hl. omits.

[4421. ]Hl. omits.

[4422. ]Hl. omits.

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