Front Page Titles (by Subject) THE MILLER'S PROLOGUE. - The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, vol. 4 (The Canterbury Tales)
THE MILLER’S PROLOGUE. - Geoffrey Chaucer, The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, vol. 4 (The Canterbury Tales) 
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.
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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,
- That knowestow wel thy-self, but-if thou madde.
- 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.