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Front Page Titles (by Subject) WORDS OF THE HOST. (T. 12221-12239.) - The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, vol. 4 (The Canterbury Tales)
WORDS OF THE HOST. (T. 12221-12239.) - Geoffrey Chaucer, The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, vol. 4 (The Canterbury Tales) [1899]Edition used: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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WORDS OF THE HOST. (T. 12221-12239.)
The wordes of the Host to the Phisicien and the Pardoner.
- OUR Hoste gan to swere as he were wood,
- ‘Harrow!’ quod he, ‘by nayles and by blood!
- This was a fals cherl and a fals Iustyse!
- As shamful deeth as herte may devyse290
- Come to thise Iuges and hir advocats!
- Algate this sely mayde is slayn, allas!
- Allas! to dere boghte she beautee!
- Wherfore I seye al day, as men may see,
- That yiftes of fortune or of nature295
- Ben cause of deeth to many a creature.(10)
- Hir beautee was hir deeth, I dar wel sayn;
- Allas! so pitously as she was slayn!
- Of bothe yiftes that I speke of now
- Men han ful ofte more harm than prow.300
- But trewely, myn owene mayster dere,
- This is a pitous tale for to here.
- But natheles, passe over, is no fors;
- I prey to god, so save thy gentil cors,
- And eek thyne urinals and thy Iordanes,305
- Thyn Ypocras, and eek thy Galianes,(20)
- And every boist ful of thy letuarie;
- God blesse hem, and our lady seinte Marie!
- So mot I theen, thou art a propre man,
- And lyk a prelat, by seint Ronyan!310
- Seyde I nat wel? I can nat speke in terme;
- But wel I woot, thou doost my herte to erme,
- That I almost have caught a cardiacle.
- By corpus bones! but I have triacle,
- Or elles a draught of moyste and corny ale,315
- Or but I here anon a mery tale,(30)
- Myn herte is lost for pitee of this mayde.
- Thou bel amy, thou Pardoner,’ he seyde,
- ‘Tel us som mirthe or Iapes right anon.’
- ‘It shall be doon,’ quod he, ‘by seint Ronyon!320
- But first,’ quod he, ‘heer at this ale-stake
- I wol both drinke, and eten of a cake.’
- But right anon thise gentils gonne to crye,
- ‘Nay! lat him telle us of no ribaudye;
- Tel us som moral thing, that we may lere325
- Som wit, and thanne wol we gladly here.’(40)
- ‘I graunte, y-wis,’ quod he, ‘but I mot thinke
- Up-on som honest thing, whyl that I drinke.
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