Ma · Manchester, John Rylands Library English MS 113

The Book of the Tales of Canterbury: the General Prologue

Ma · Manchester, John Rylands Library English MS 113

Canterbury Tales Project.

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WHan þat Aprill with his shoures swote

Þe drowth of Marche . hath perced to þe rote

And bathed eủery vayne with soche vertu licour

Of which vertue engendred is þe flour

¶ And Zepherus eke with his swete breth

Enspired hath in eủery holt and heth

¶ The tenþir Croppis . and þe yonge son

Hath in þe Ram . half his cours y ron

¶ And smale fowles maken melody

That slapen al nyght with open ey

¶ So prikkith hem nature in her corage

Þat longith folke to go on pilgremage

¶ And Palmers for to seke strange strondes

To serue halowes . cowth in sondry londes

¶ And specially from euery scheres ende

Of Inglonde to Caunturbury they wende

¶ The holy blisful martir for to seke

Þat hem hath holpen when þei were seke

¶ So it befell þat seson on a day

In Southwerk att þe Tabard as I lay

¶ Redy to wende on my pilgremage

To Caunturbury with deuout Corage

¶ That nyght was comen into oure hostry

Well xxixᵗⁱ in oo companye

¶ Of dyuerse folk by auenture falle

In Felaschip and pilgremes were þei all

¶ And toward Caunturbury wolde þei ride

The Chaumbres and þe stables weren wide

¶ And wele were þei esed att þe best

And schortly when þe son went to rest

¶ So had I spoken to hem eủerychon

That I was of here felawschip anon

¶ And made foreward erly to arise

To take oure wey as I schal you deuyse

¶ But neủerþelas while I haue tyme and space

Or y into þis tale ferþer pace

¶ Me þinkith it accordyng were to resou

To tel you al the Condicyou

¶ Of eche of hem so as it semyth me

And which þei were and of what degre

¶ And eke of what array þei were Inne

And att a knyght þan wol y first begynne

¶ A knyght þer was / and þat a worþi man

That fro þe tyme þat he furst be gan

¶ To ryde out he loued Cheualrye

Trouth . honour . fredom . and Curtesye

¶ And þerto had he reden . no man so ferre

Ful worþi was he in his lordis werre

¶ As wel in Cristyndom . as in hethenes

And euer had honour . for his worþines

¶ At Alisaundre he was whan it was won

Ful oftyntymes had he þe borde be go
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Aboue al nacions in Spruse

In lettow had ha be / . and in ruse

No Cristyn man so ofte in his degre

In Garnaad eke at þe sege had he be

In Algarise . and redyn in Belmarye

Att lyaies had he be and att Satalye

When þei were won . and in þe grete see

Att many a noble aryue had he be

Att mortal batels . had he be Fyftene

And fowth for oure feith att Tramyssene

Within þe listes . and ay slayn his foo

This ilke worþi knyght had ben also

Sumtyme with þe lorde Palatie

A yens a noþer hethen in Turkie /

And eủermore he had a soủereyn price

And Thowgh he were worþi and wise

And of his port as meke as a mayde

He neuer yit no velany sayde

In al his life vnto no maner wight

He was a verry parfite gentil knyght

And for to tel you of his array

His hors was good but hym silf was not gay

Of Fustian he wered a Iepou

All by smotered with his habirgou

For he was late com fro his viage

And went to do his pilgremage

¶ With hym þer was his son . a yong Squier

A louer . and a lusty bachelere

With lokkis crul . as þei were leide in pres

Of xxᵗⁱ yeer . of age he was I gesse

Of his stature he was of euen lengthe

And wonþirly delyuer / and grete of strengthe

And he had be somtyme in Chyuache

In Flaunders . Artois . and in Picarde

And born hym wel . as of his litle space

In hope to stonde in his ladies grace

Embrowed was he . as it were a mede

And ful of fressh floures white and rede

Syngyng he was . or floityng al . þe day

He was as Fressh as is þe monyth of may

Schort was his gown . with sleves long and wide

Wel cowde he sitt a hors and faire ryde

He cowde eke songis make and well endite

Iuste . and daunce . portreve . and eke write

And so hote he loued þat by nyghtes tale

He slepte no more þen dede þe nyghtyngale

Curteys he was . lowly . and seruysable

And wel . couthe carfe to his lady at þe table

¶ A yeman had he and seruantes no moo

As att þat tyme . for hym liste to ride soo

He was al . Clad in a Cote and a hood of grene

A schefe of Pecok arowes bright and schene / /
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Vnder his belt he bare ful thryftyly

Wel . cowde he dres his tacle and yomanly

His arowes drowped not with feders low

And in his honde he bare a myghty bow

A nott hede had he with a broun visage

Of wode crafte wel . cowde he al þe vsage

Vpon his arme . he bare a gay bracer

And by his side a swerd and a bokeler

And on þe oþer . side a gay daggere

Harneysed wel . and scharp as poynt of spere

A Xpofer on his brest of siluer schene

An horn he bare / . þe bawdrik was of grene

A foster he was sothly as I gesse

Ther was also a Nonne a Priores

Þat of here smyling was ful . symple and coy

Here grettest othe was but by Seynt loy

And sche was cleped . madame Eglentyne

Ful wel sche songe here seruyse deuyne

Entuned in here noose ful . semely

And frenssh sche spake ful fair and fetesly

After þe scole of Stratford of þe bow

For Frenssh of Parise was to her vnknow /

Att þe mete wel tawth was sche with all

Sche lete no morsel . fro here lippes fall

Ne wett here Fyngers in her sawse depe

Wel cowth sche cary a morsel and wel kepe

That no drope fell vpon here brest

In curtesie was sett ful moche here lest

Here ouer lippe . wiped sche so clene

Þat in here cup þer was no ferþing sene

Of grece / . and whan sche drunkyn had here drawth

Full semely . after here mete sche rawth

And sikirly sche was of grete disport

And ful plesable and ameable of port

And payned here to countirfete ful clere

Of Court for to be stately of manere

And for to be digne of reuerence

But for to speke of here conscience

Sche was so charitable and so pitous

Sche wolde wepe . if þat sche saw a mows

Cawth in a trappe . if it were deþe and bled

Of smale houndis had sche þat sche fedde

With rosted flessh . or mylk and wastel brede

But sore wept sche if any of hem were dede

Or if men smote hem . with yerde smert

And al was conscience and tendir hert

Ful semely here wympill pynchid was

Here nose tretise . here eyen gray as glas

Here mouth ful smal . and þ̉erto softe and rede

But sikirly sche had a fayer forhede

For hardely sche was not vnþer grow

It was almost . a span . brode as y trow /
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Ful fetise was here cloke . as y was ware

Of smal coral aboute her arm sche bare

A peire of bedis . gawded al with grene

And þ̉er on hyng abroche of gold ful schene

On which was furst wretyn A crowned . A .

And after . Amor vincit omnia

A noþer . nonne with here had sche

Þat was here Chapeleyn and prestis thre

¶ Amonke þer was a seir for þe mastrye

An out rider . þat loued wele venerye

A manly man . to be an abbot able

Ful meny a deynte hors had he in his stable

And when he rode men myght his bridil here /

Gynglyng in a whistlyng wynde as clere

And eke as lowde as doth þe Chapel bell

Þer as his lorde was keper . of the sell

Þe rule of Seynt Maure . or of Seynt Benet

By cause it was olde and sumdele streyt

This ilke Munke . lete olde þingis pace

And helde after þe new wordles space

He gafe not of þat text a pulled hen

Þat seith þat hunters . be noon holy men

Ne þat a monke . whan he is recheles

Is likened to a fisshe þat is waterlees

Þis is to seyn a monke out of his cloistr

But þat text holde he not worth an oistr

And y seide his oppiniou was good

What schold he study and make hym silf wode /

Vpon a boke in Cloistre al day to power .

Or swynke with his hondes and labower . /

As Austyn biddith þen how schal þe wordil be s̉erued

Lete Austyn haue his swynke to hym reserued

Therfor he was a pramisour a right

Greyhoundis had he þat weren ful light

On prikyng and huntyng for þe hare

Was al his lust for . no þing wold he spare /

I saw his sleues purfiled at þe honde

With grise / . and þat þe fynest in the londe

And for to fastyn his hood vnder his chyn

He had of golde wrowth a ful curious pyn

A love knot in þe gretter ende þer was

His heed was balled þat schone as any glas

And eke his face . as he had be anoynt

He was a lorde ful fatte and in good poynt

His eyen stepe were . and rollyng in his hede

Þat stremed as a fourneis of lede

His botes souple . his hors in grete state

Nowe Certeyn he was a fayer . prelate /

He was not pale . as it were a pyned gost

A fatt Swan loued he best of any rost

His palfrey was as broun as a bery

A frere þer was eke a wanton and a mery

A lymytour . and a ful . solempne man .

In þe ordres . iiij . is noon so wel þat can / .
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So moche of Daliaunce and fair langage

He had made ful meny afair mariage

Of yong wemen . att his own Cost

Vnto his ordre he was a noble post

Ful wele biloued and ful famulier was he

With Frankelyns oủer all in his Contre /

And with worþi wymmen of þe toun

For he had power of confessiou

And plesaunt was his absoluciou

He was an esy man . to yeue penᵃnce

Þer as he wiste to haue a good petaunce

For vnto a power ordre for to yeue

Is signe þat a man is wele I schryue

For if he gafe . he durst make auaunt

He wist wel þat a man is repentant

For many a man so herd is of hert

He may not wepe / þowgh he sore smert

Therfor in stede of penᵃnce and pᵃyers

Men most geve siluer to þe power freers

His typet was ay farsed ful of knyfes

And pynnes for to geue fair wyfes

And certenly he had a mery note .

Wel . cowþe he syng and pley on a rote

Of yeddynges he bare vttirly þe price

His nekke was white ; as flour delice /

Therto he was stronge as a Champiou

He knewe þe tauernes wel . in eủery Toun

And euery hosteler and Tapstere

Better þan dede a lasur or a beggere

For vnto soche a worþi man as he

Accordith not as to his faculte

To haue with seke lasurs acqueyntance

It is not honest ; hit may not auᵃnce /

For to dele with soche poraile

But al with þe riche and sellers of vitaile

And ouer al þer as profite schold arise

Curteis he was and lowly of seruise

Þer was no man no wher so vertuous

He was þe best begger in his hows .

For þowgh a wedow ; had not but a schoo

So plesaunt was his in Principio

Yit wolde he haue a ferþing or he went

His purches was better þan his rent

And rage he cowde ; as it had be a whelp

In loue dayes þer cowde he moche help

For þer he was not like a Cloisterer

With a thredbare Cope as is a scolere

But he was like a master or a pope

Of dowble worstede ; was his semely cope
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Rounde as eny belle out of þe pres

Somwhat le lisped for his wantones

To make his Englissh swete on his tonge

And in harpyng whan þat he had songe

His eyen twyncled in his heed a right

As doth þe sterres in þe frosty nyght

This worþi lymytour . was called huberd

A Marchaunt þer was with a forked berde

In motle and high on hors he sate

And on his heed a flaundrissh bever hatt

His botes clasped faire and fetously

His resons he spake ful solemply

Sownyng alwey þe encres of his wynnyng

He wolde þe see were kept for any thyng

Betwene Middelburgh and orwell

Wel . cowde he in eschaungis rentis sell

This worþi man ful wel his witt sett

Þer wist no wight þat he was in dett

So stedfastly dede he . with his goủernance

With his bargenys and with his Cheuesaunce

For sothe he was a worþi man with all

But soth to sey y wot not what men hym call

¶ A Clerk þer was of Oxenford also

That vnto logyk had longe y goo

And lene was his hors . as it were a rake

And he was not right fatt y vnþer take

But loked holowe . and þerto sobirly

Ful . thredbare was his oủerest courtepy

For he had as yit gete hym no benefice

He was not wordly to haue an office

For hym was leuer to haue at his beddis hede

xxᵗⁱ bokis cladde in blak and rede

Of Aristotil . and of his Philosophie

Then riche robes . Fidel . oautrie

But al be it thowgh he were a Philosophre

Yit had he but litle gold in his Cofre

But al þat he from his frendis hent

On bokes and on lernyng he it spent

And besily gan for þe sowles pray

Of hem þat gafe hym where with to scolay

Of stody toke he most cure and hede

Not a worde spake he more þan was nede

And þat was seide in forme and in reủerence

And schort and quyk and ful of high sentence

Sownyng in moral vertue was his speche

Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche /

A Seriant of lawe þer was ware and wise

Þat ful ofte had ben at þe Parvise

Þat was ful riche of excellence

Discrete he was and of grete reủerence

He semed soche / . his worþis were so wise

Iustise had he ben ful ofte in assise /
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Bothe by patent . and pleyn Commyssiou

For his science and his high renoun

Of Fees and Robis had he many oon

So grete a purchesar . was nowher noon

Al was Fe symple to hym in effecte

His purchasyng myght not be in suspecte

Noo wher as esy a man þer nas

And yet he semed besier þan he was

In termys had he cas and domes al

Þat fro þe tyme of kyng Willᵃm were fal

Þerto he cowde endite and make a thyng

Þer cowde no man pynche at his wrytyng

And euery statute cowde he pleyn by rote

He rode ful homely in a medle Cote

Girte with a girdil of silk with barres smale

Of his array tel y no lenger tale

¶ A Frankelyn was in the Company

White was his berde as is þe daisie

Of his complexion ; he was sangwyn

Wel loued he by þe morow a sop of wyn

To leue in deynte was euer his wone

For he was Epiourius own sone

þat helde oppinion þat pleyn delite

Was verrey felicite parfite

An howsoldere and þat a grete was he

The grettest oon of all his Contre

His brede his ale was alwey after oon

A better vyned man was no wher noon

Without bake mete was neuer his hous

Of Fissh and flessh . and þat so plenteuous

It st snewed in his hous of mete and drynke

Of all deyntees þat any man cowþe thynke

After þe sondry sesons of the yere

So chaunged he his mete and his sopere

Ful many a fat partreche had he in mew

And many a breme and many a luce in stew

Woo was his Cook but if his sawse were

Poynant and scharp and redy al his gere /

His table dormaunt in his hall alwey .

Stode redy Coủered all . þe longe day

Att þe Sessions þer was he lord and sire

Ful oftyn tyme he was knyght of þe schyre

And an hanlaas and a Gipsere al of silke

Hyng att his girdil as white as morow mylke

A Scherif had he be and a Comcter

Was no wher . soche a worþi Vauasour

¶ An haberdassher and a Carpenter .

A weuer . a dyer . and a Tapicer .

And þei were cloþed al . in oon lyuereye

Of a solempnyte and a grete Fraternyte

Ful fressh and newe . here gere piked was

Here knyfes were not Claped with bras //
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But al with siluer . wrowth ful clene and well

Here girdeles and here powches euery dele

Wel semed eche of hem a fair burgeis

To sitt in þe yelde hal vpon þe hyȝe dois

Eueriche of hem / for þe wysdom þat he can

Was schapen to be an alderman

For catel . had þei I nowgh and rent

And eke here wifes wold it wele assent

And elles Certeyn þei weren to blame

Hit is ful fair to be clepid madame

And goo to Vigiles al . a fore

And haue a mantel rially bore

A Cook þei had with hem for þe nones

To boile þe Chekenys with þe marybones

And powder marchaunt tart and galyngale

Wel cowde he know a drawth of lōmndon ale /

He cowde . roste . sethe . boile . and frye .

Make mortrewes ; and wel bake a pye

But gret harme was it as thowth me

That on his schene a mormal had he

And blanmanger . made he with þe best

A Schipman þer was þat woned fer bi west

For owth þat y wote he was of dertmouth

He rode vpon a rouncy . as wel as he cowth

In a goun of faldyng vnto the kne

A dagger . hangyng with a lace had he

About his nek vnder his arm a doun

Þe hote somer had made his hew al broun

And Certenly he was a good felawe

Ful meny a drawth of wyn had he drawe

Fro Burdeux ward while þe chapmen dede slepe

Of nyce conscience toke he noo kepe

Yif þat he fowth and had þe hyer hond

By water he sent it hom . from eủery lond

But he cowde reken wel ; of his crafte þe tydes

The stremes and þe strondes hym besides

His herborowe ; his mone ; and his lodes manage

Ther was noon suche from Hul to Cartage

Hardy he was and wise to vndertake

With many a tempest had his berd be schake

He knew al þe hauenes as þei were

Fro Gutlond to þe cape of Fenestrere

And euery Crike . fro Britaigne in to Spayne

His barge was cleped the Mawdelene

With vs þer was a doctour of Phesik .

In al þis wordil was noon hym like

To speke of Phisik and Surgerye

For he was grounded in Astronomye

He kepte his pacient a ful grete dell

In houres by his magik naturell

Wel cowþe he fortewne þe ascendent

Of his Images . for by his pacient
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He knew þe cause of euery maladie

Wheder it were colde . hoot ; moiste . or . drye /

And wher of it ingendred and of what humour

He was a verrey parfite practisour .

Þe cause he knewe and of his harm þe rote

Anon he gafe to þe seke man his bote

Ful redy had he al his appoticaries

To sende hym dregges . and his lectuaries

For eche of hem made oþer for to wyn

Her Frenschip was not newe to begyn

Wel knew he the olde Esculapius

And Diastordies and eke Rufus .

Olde Ipocras and Galyen .

Serapion . Rasis and Auicen

Amerrois . damascien and Constantyn

Bernard . Gatisden and Gylbertyn

Of his diete mesurable was he

For he was of noo superfluyte

But of grete norisshyng and digestible

His stody was but litle in þe bible /

In sangwyn and in pers clad with all

Lyned with taffata . and Sendall

And yit he was but esy of dispence

For he kept þat he wan in þe pestilence

For golde in Phisik is acordial .

Þerfor he loued gold in especial .

A good wife þer was of beside bathe

But sche was somdele deef and þat was scathe

Of Cloth makyng sche had soche an haunt

Þat sche passed hem of Ypres and of Gaunt

In al þe parissh wife was þer noon .

That to offryng abofe her schold goon .

And if þer dede c̉erteyn so wroth was sche

That sche was out of al Charite

Here kerchifs were of fyn ground

I durst swere þei weyed a pound

Þat on þe sonday were vpon here hede

Here hosen were of Fyne scarlete rede

Ful . streit tyed / and schoon moist and newe

Boold was here face . faire and reed of hewe

Sche was a worþi woman all here life

Husbondes att þe Chirch dore had sche Fife

Without oþer Company in here youthe

But þer of nedith not as now to speke

And thryes had sche been at Ierusalem

Sche had passed many a strange streem

Att Rome had sche be . and att babiloyne

In Galice . at Seynt Iames and att Coleyne

Sche cowde in eche of wandryng by þe wey

Gaptothed was sche þe soth to sey .

Vpon an ambeler esily sche sate

Wel I wympeled and on here heed an hatt
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As brode as it were a bokeler or a targe

A foot mantel about her hippes large

And on here feet a paire of spores scharp

In Felawschip cowþe sche lawhe and carp

The remedies of loue . sche cowþe par chance

For of al þat art sche knew þe olde daunce

A good man þer was of Religioun

Þat was a persou of a power Toun

But riche he was of holy thowth and werk .

He was also a lerned man / and a good clerk .

That Cristes Gospel trewly wolde teche

His parisshones deuoutly wold he preche

Benygne he was and wonþer diligent

And in aduersite ful abidyng and pacient

For which he was preised oftyn sithes

Ful loth were hym to curs for his tythes

But raþer wolde hem yeue out of dowte

Vnto his power Parysshones abowte

Of his offryng and eke of his substance

He cowþe in litle thyng haue suffisance

Wide was his parissh and howses fer a sonder

But he lette not for reyn ne for thunder

In sekenes and in myschefe to visite

Þe forþest in his parissh moche and lite

Vpon his feet ; and in his hand a staf

Þis noble ensample to his schepe he yaf

Þat furst he wrowth and aftirward tawth

But of þe gospel he þoo worþes rawth

And þis figure he added eke þertoo

Þat if gold rusted what schold Iron doo

For if a prest be foule / on whom we trust

No wonder is thowgh a lewde man rust

And schame it is if a preste take kepe

A Schetyn schepherd and a clene schepe

Wel awth a Prest / ensample for to yeue

By his clennes how his schepe schold leue

He sett not his benefice to here

And lete his schepe acombred in þe mere

Ne renne to londou to Seynt powles

To seche hym a Chauntry þer for sowles

Or . be with a broþirhood with holde .

But dwel at home and kepe wel his folde

So þat þe wolf make it nowth myscary .

He was a Schepherd and not a mersonary

And þowgh he holy were and vertuous

He was not with synfull men dispitous

Ne of his speche daungerous ne digne

But in his speche discrete and benyge

To drawe folk to heuen bi fairnes

By good ensample þis was his besynes

But and he knew any persou obstynate

Wheder he were of high or low estate

Hym wold he snybbe scharply for þe nones
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A better Prest I trow nowher noon is

He waitith after no pompe ne reuerence

Ne made hym a spiced conscience

But Cristes lore and his apostelis xii .

He tawth ; but first he dede it hym selfe .

With hym þer was a plowghman his broþer

That had ladde of dunge many a foþer

A trew swynker and a good was hee

Lyuyng in pees and parfite charite

God loued he best with al his hool hert

At al tymes þowgh he gamed or smert

And loue his nyghbour right as hym self

He wold thresshe and eke dike and delf

For Cristes sake ; for eủery power wight

Without hire if it lay in his myght

His tithes paide he ful fair and well

Boþe of his propre swynk and of his catell

In a tabard he rode vpon a mare

Þer was also a Reve and a Millare

A Sompnour and a pardoner also

A Maunciple and my silf þer wer no moo

The Miller was a stout Carle for þe nonys

Ful bigge he was of body and of bonys

Þat preued wel for wher euer he cam

Att þe wrastlyng he wold haue þe Ram

He was schort scholdred brood and a thyk knarre

Ther was noo dore but he wold lifte of harre

Or breke it with a renne with his hede

His beerd as any sowe or fox was rede

And þerto brood as it were a spade

Vp on þe Coppe of his nose he hadde

A werte and þer vpon stode a tufte of heres

Rede as þe bristels of a sowe is eeres

His nose thrilles blake were and wide

A swerd and a bokeler he bare be his side

His mouth was as grete as a furneys

He was a Iangeler and a goliardeys

And þat was most syn and harlotries

Wele cowde he stele corn and tolle thryes

And yit he had a thom . of golde parde

A white Cote and a blew hood wered he

A bagge pipe cowde he wel blow and soun

And þer with al he browth vs out of toun

A gentil maunciple þer was of a Temple

Of which all Catours myght take ensample

For to be wise in byeng of vitaile

For wheþer he paide or toke be tayle

Ay wayted he so in his acaate

Þat he was ay befor and in good estate

Now is not þat of god a ful fayer grace

Þat soche a lewde manys witt schall pace

Þe wisdom of an hepe of lerned men

Þat masters haue had mo þan þries ten

Þat of law weren expert and Curious

Of which þer were . xii . in an hous
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Worþi to be stewardis of rent and londe

Of any lorde þat is in Inglond

To make hym leve by his propre good

In honour doutles . but if he were wood

Or lyve as scarsly as hym lust desire

And able to helpe al a schire

In many caas þat myght fal . or hap

And yit þis maunciple set þer alþer cap

The reve was a sklender colrikman

His berde was schaue as nygh as eủer he can

His here was bi his eres ful rounde schorn

His top was dokked like a prest byforn

Ful long were his legges and ful lene

Like a staf þer was no calf y sene

Wel cowde he kepe a garner and a byn

Þer was noon auditour cowde on hym wyn

Wel wiste he bi þe drowth and bi þe reyne

Þe yeldyng of his corn and of his greyne

His lordis scheep . his neete his dayrie

His swyn . his hors . his stoor and his pultrie

Was hoolly in þis Reves gouernanous goủernyng

And by his Couenant he yafe þe rekenyng

Sith þat his lorde was xxᵗⁱ yeer of age

Þer cowde no man bryng hym in arrerage

Þer was no bailif herde ; ne oþir hyne

But he knew here sleyth and here couyne

Þei were a drad of hym as of þe deth

His wonnyng was faire vpon an heth

With grene trees schadowed was his place

He Cowþe bettyr þan his lorde purchace

Ful riche he was stored preuyly

His lord he cowde plese ful subtelly

To yeue and lene hym . of his own good

And haue a þank and yit a goun and an hood

Þis Reue sate vpon a wel good stot

Al pomel gray and he hight Scot

Lerned he had in youth . a good mystere

He was a good wright and a Carpentere

A long surcote of pers a boue he hade

And by his side he bare a lusty blade

Of Northfolk was þis Reve of which y tell

Be sydes a Toun men clepe Baldeswell

Tukked he was as is a frere about

And euer he rode hynderest of þe rowt

A Sompnour was þer with vs in þat place

Þat had a fire reed Cherubyns face

Ful Sausfleme he was . with eyen narow

As hoot he was and lecherous as a sparow

With scalled browes blake and piled berd

Of his visage Children were sore aferde

Þer was neyther litarge ; quyk syluer ne brymston

Borace Ceruse ne oyle of tartre noon

Ne oynement þat wel cowde clense and bite /
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That hym myght helpe of his welkys white

Ne of þe knobbes sittyng in his chekys

Wel loued he garlyk Oynyons and lekys

And for to drynke strong wyn . as reed as blod

Þan wold he speke and crye as he were wood

And whan þat he wel . dronke had þe wyn

Than wolde he speke no worde but latyn

A few termes had he two or thre

That he had lerned out of som degre

No wonþir is he herd it al þe day

And eke ye knowe wel how þat a Iay

Can clepe watte . as wel as can þe pope

But who so cowde in oþer þinges hym grope

Than had he spended al . his Philosophie

Ay questio quid iuris wolde he crye /

He was a gentil harlot and a kynde

A better . felow schold men no wher fynde

He wolde suffre for a quarte of wyne

A good felowe to haue his Concubyne

Twelf monyth and excuse hym at þe full

Ful preuyly eke a fynche cowde he pull

And if he fonde owher a good felawe

He wolde teche hym to haue noon awe

In soche caas of þe archedekyns curs

But if a manys sowle hynge in his purs

For with his purs he scholde pyned be

Purs is þe archedekyns hell qd he

But wel I wote he leyeth right in dede

Of cursyng owth eủery gilty man to drede

For curs woll sle / right as assoilyng savith

And also ware hym of a Significauit

In daunger hadde he . at his own gyse

Al þe yonge gerles of the Diocise .

And knew here Councel and was al here reed

A gerlonde he had sett vpon his heed

As grete as it were for an ale stake

A bokeler had he made hym of a cake /

With hym þer rode a gentil pardoner

Of Rouncevale his felaw and his compere

Þat streyth was come fro þe Court of Rome

Ful lowde he songe / come heder loue come to me

This Sumpnour bare to hym a styf burdou

Was neuer trump of half so grete a soun

Þis pardoner had heer as yelow as any wex

But smothe henge it as doth a strike of flex

By ounces hynge his lokkes þat he had

And þerwith his scholders it ouersprad

But thyn . it lay by culpons oon by oon

And an hode for . iolite wered he noon

For it was trussed vp in his walet

Hym þowth he rode al of þe new Iet

And safe his hatte he rode all bare

With glaryng eyen as hath an hare /
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A vernacle had he sewed on his cap

His walet lay beforn hym in his lapp

Fret ful of pardon come frōm Rome all hoot

Avois he had as smal as hath a goot

No berde he had ne neuer schold haue

As smoth it was . as it were new schaue

I trow he were a geldyng or a mare

But of his Crafte / fro Berwyk vnto ware

Ne was þer soche a noþer pardoner

For in his male he bare a fair pelow beer

Which as he seide þan / was oure lady veil

He seide he had eke a gobet of the seil

Þat Seynt Petre had when þat he went

Vpon þe See / þer Ihu Criste hym hent

He had a Cros of laton ful of stones

And in a glas he had many pigges bones

But with þise reliquis whan þat he fonde

A power Persou dwellyng vp londe

Vpon a day he gate hym more money

Than dede þe persou in monethes twey

And þus with his feyned flaterye and iapes

He made þe persou and þe peple his apes

But trewly to tel of hym att þe laste

He was in þe Chirche a noble Ecciaste

Wel cowde he rede a lesson or a story

But alder best he song an offretory

For wel he wist whan þat song was songe

He moste preche and wele file his tonge

To wyn syluer as he ful wel cowthe

Þerfor he song so mery and so lowthe /

¶ Now haue I tolde you sothly in a clause

Þe state þe array . the nombre and þe cause

Why þat assembled was al þis company

In Sowthwerk att þat gentil ostry

Þat hight þe Tabard fast by þe bell

But now it is tyme to you For to tell

How þat we bare vs þat ilke nyght

When we ware in þat ostry alight

And after wol y tel you of oure viage

And al þe remanent of oure pilgremage

But furst y pray you of youre curtesye

Þat ye arette it not to my velany

Þowgh þat y pleynle speke in þis matere

To tel you here worþis and here chere

Ne þowgh I speke not here worþis proprely

For þis ye knowe as wel as y

Who so schal tel a tale after a man

He moste reherse it as nygh as he can

Eủery worde if it be in his Charge

Speke he neuer so rudely ne so large

Or els he mote tel his tale vntrew

Or feyne thyngis or fynde wordis new

He may not spare al þowgh it were his broder .

He most as wel sey oo worde as a noþir .

Criste spake hym self ful brode in holy writt

And wele ye wote no velany . is it
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Eke plato seith who so can hym rede

Þe wordis most be Cousyn to þe dede

Also y pray you to for yeue it me

Þowgh y haue not set folk in here degre .

Here in þis tale as þei scholde stonde .

My witt is good schort ye may wel vnderstonde

Greet chere made oure oste to drynke vs eủerychon .

And to sowper sett we vs anon

He serued vs with vitals at þe beste

Strong was þe wyn / and wel to drynke vs leste

A semely man oure hoost was with all

For to be a marchal in an hall

A large man he was with eyen stepe

A fairer burgeis was þer noon in chepe

Bolde of his speche / wise and wel I tawth

And of manhode lakkyd hym right nawth

Eke he was þerto right a mery man

And after souper play he began

And spake of myrth among oþer thyng .

Whan þat we made had oure rekenyng .

He saide loo lordynges trewly

Ye be to me right welcome hertily

For be my trouth if y schal not lye

I sawe not þis yeer . so mery a company

Att ones in þis herborowgh as is now

Fayn wold y doo you myrth and y wiste how

And of a myrth y am right nowe be thowth

To doon you ease and it schal cost you nowth

Ye goo to Caunturbury god you spede

Þat blisful martir quite you youre mede

And wele y wote as ye goon by þe wey

Ye schapen you to talkyn and to pley

For trewly comfort / ne myrth is it noon .

To ride by þe wey as doumble as a stoon

And þerfor wolde y make you disport

As y seide erst and do you som comfort

And if you like al . by oon assent

To stonde þis tyme at my iuggement

And for to worke as y schal you sey

To morow when ye ride by þe wey

Nowe be my faders soule þat is deed

But ye be mery I wol yeue you my heed

Holde vp youre hondis without more speche

Oure Councel was not long for to seche

Vs þowth it was not worth to make it uyce

And graunted hym without more avise

And bade hym sey al his verdite as hym leste

Lordynges qd he now herkenyth for þe beste

But take it nowth y pray you att disdayn

Þis is þe poynt to speke it schort and pleyn

Þat eche of you to schort with youre wey

In þis viage schal telle tales twey

To Caunturbury warde y mene it soo

And homward he schal tel oþer twoo
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Of auentures þat somtyme haue be fall

And which of you berith hym best of all

Þat is to say þat tellith in þis caas

Tales of moste sentence and solas

Schal haue a sowper at youre alder cost

Here in þis place sittyng by þe post

When þat ye comyn a yen from Caunturbury

And for to make you þe more mery

I wol my silf goodly with you ride

Right att myn own cost and be your gyde

And who so wol my iuggement withsey

Schal pay for al þat we spend by þe way

And if ye voche safe þat it be soo

Tel me anon without wordis moo /

And I wol erly schape me þerfore

Þis was gᵃunted and oure othes swore

Withful glad hert and pᵃyde hym also

Þat he wolde voche safe so to doo

And þat he wolde be oure gouernour

And of oure tales Iugge and reportour .

And sett a sowper att a Certen price

And we wol ruled be at youre deuyce

In hye and lowe / and þus bi oon assent

We be accorded to youre Iuggement

And þer vpon þe wyne was fett anon

We dronkyn and went to reste eủerychoon

Without any lenger tareyng

A morow when þat þe day gan spryng

Vp roos oure oost and was oure alder cok

And gadred vs to gedre on a flok

And forth we redyn a softe pace

Vnto þe watryng of Seynt Thomᵃs

And þer oure oost gan his bridel to areste

And seide lordes herkenyth if ye leste

Y know oure forward / if ye it recorde

Yf euensong and morow song accorde

Lete se now . how schal tel þe furst tale

As so mote y euer drynke wyne / or ale

Who so be rebel to my Iuggement

Schal pay for al þat is by þe way spent

Now drawith Cutt or we fordir wyn

For he þat hath þe schortest schal be gyn

Ser knyght qd he my master and my lord

Now drawith Cut for þis is myn accord

Comyth nere qd he my lady Priores

And ye sere Clerk lete be your schamefastnes

Ne studieth not ; ley honde to eủery man

And to drawe eủery wight be gan

And schortly to tel as it was .

Were it by auenture sort or caas

Þe soth is / / þe Cut fel on þe knyght

Of which ful glad was eủery wight

And tell he most his tale as it was resou

By forward and by Composicyou

As þat ye haue herde what nedith wordis moo
[14r]14The knyghtis tale
And when þis good man saw it was soo

As he þat wise was and obedient

To kepe þe forward bi his fre assent

And seide Furst y schal . begyn þe game

Welcome be þe Cutt in goddes name

Now lete vs ride and herkenyth what y sey

And with þat worde we redyn forth on oure wey

And he began with right a mery chere

His tale anon / and seide on þis manere //


¶ Iam que domos Patrias · scithice post aspera gentes
Prelia · laurigero etc̉etera



Whilom as olde stories tellen vs

Ther was a Duke þat hight Theseus

Of Athenes he was lorde and goủernour

And in his tyme suche a Conquerour

Þat gretter was þer noon vnder þe son̄

Ful many a riche Contre had he won̄

What with his wisdom and his Chiualrye

He conquered al þe londe of Femenye

That whilom was called Cythea

And wedded þe quene eke ypolita

And browth here home to his Contre

With moche glorye and eke grete solempnite

And eke here yonger Suster Emelye

And þus with Victory and melodye

Lete y þis noble Duke to Athenes ride

And all his oost in armes hym beside

But certes if it were not to long̉e to here

Y wolde haue tolde you fully þe manere

How wonne was the regne of Femenye

By Theseus and his noble Chiualrye

And of þe grete bataile for þe nones

Betwix Athenes and Amasones

And how beseged was ypolita

Þe faire hardy quene of Cithea

And of þe fest þat was att here weddyng

And of þe tempest att here home comyng

But al þis as now y mote forbere

I haue god wote a large feeld to eere

And weke be myn oxen in my plowgh

Þe remanent of my tale is long y nowgh

This Duke of whom y make mencyon

When he was almost come to þe Toun̄

In al his wele and his moste pride

He was ware as he cast his eye aside

Wher þat þer kneled in þe hygh wey

A Companye of ladies twey and twey

Eche after oþer in clothes blake

But soche a crye and such a wo þei dede make

Þat in þis wordil is no Creature leuyng͗e

Þat herde soche a nodir weymentyng͗e