To1 · Oxford, Bodleian Library, Trinity College MS 49

The Book of the Tales of Canterbury: the General Prologue

To1 · Oxford, Bodleian Library, Trinity College MS 49

Canterbury Tales Project.

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When that Aperril . with his shouris . swote

The drought of Marche hath percid the rote

And bathid . eủery veyne in suche licour

Of whiche vertu engendrid is the floure

And zeferus eke witis swete brethe

Enspirith hath in eủery holte and hethe

The tendre Croppis . and the yonge sonne

Hath in the Ramme his halfe cours I ronne .

And smale foulis . makyn Meldie

That slepyn al the nyght with opyn eye .

H so prikith hem nature in hir coragis .

That longyng folkis to goon on pilgrimages .

And palmers for to gon to straunge strondis .

To ferne halwis kouth in sondry . londis .

And specially to from eủery shiris ende .

Of Engelonde to Cauntirbury they wende

The holy blissid martir for to seke

That hem hath holpyn when they were seke

Be fel that on that sesou on a day .

In southwerke atte the Tabarde as I lay .

Redy to wendyn on my pilgrimage .

To Caunt̉erbury with deuoute Corage

Att nyght was com in to that hostelrie

Wel nyne a tw nyne and twenty in o cōmpany

Of sondry folke . by auenture I falle .

In felachipe and pilgrimes wer they alle .

That touward Caunt̉erbury wolde ride .

The Chaumbures and stabulis were wide .

And wel were we esid . at the bete .

And shortly whan the sonne as to reste .

So had I spokyn with hem eủery chone

That I was of hir felaship a none

And made forwarde . herly for to ryse

To take oure wey . ther as youe deuys

But natheles while I haue tyme and space

Me thinkith hit a cording to resoun .

To telle you al the condicioun
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Of Eche of hem so as hit semyth me

And whiche they were and what degre

And eke in what aray they in were

And atte a knyght I wille begynne here .

Aknyght ther was . and that a worthi man

That fro the tyme that he firste be ganne

To ridyn oute he louyd Chiualrie

Treuth and honour freedom and curtesie .

Fulle worthi was he in his lordis werre

And ther to had riden no man ferre

As welle in Cristyndome as . in hethynnesse

And eủere honourid for his worthinesse .

At Alisaundre he was whan hit was wonne

Full ofte tyme he had the borde be gonne

A boue al nacions . in pruce

In lettowe had . he reisid and in Ruse

No Cristynman so oftyn of his . degre

In Gernade at the sege eke hadde he bee

Of Algery . had riden in belmarie .

At leis was he . and att satalie

Whenne they were wonne . and in the grete see .

And at many a noble . Armye had he be .

Atte mortaile batailis . had he be fiftene .

And foughtyn for oure feith at transmissene .

In listes thries an ay slayn his foo

This ilke worthi knyght had ben also

Sıı̄unme tyme with the lorde . of palatie

A geyne a nothir hethyn in Turkeye

And eủere more he had a soeủereyne prise

And though that he worthi were he was wise .

And of his porte as meke as a maide .

He neủere . yit dede . velenye . ne saide

In al his lif vnto no man̉er wight

He was a verrey gentil. parfit gentil knyght

But for to telle you of his araie .

His hors were goode . but he was nott gaie

Of fustian he werid a Gipou

Al smoterid with his habirgeou

For he was . late come from his . vage
[2v]
And wente to don his pilgrimage

With hym ther was his sonne a yonge squier

With lx lokkis crulle . and they were leide on presse

Of xxᵗⁱ yere of age was he as I gesse

Of his stature he was of even lengthe

And wondirly delyeủer and grete of strengthe

And he had ben somtyme . in chiualrie

In flaundris . in arteis . in Pkardie

And borne hym welle . in so litil space .

In hope to stonde in his ladies grace .

Enbreidid was his hede as hit were a mede .

And ful of fressh flouris bothe white and rede .

Syngyng he was . and flowtyng al the day .

He was als fressh as the monyth of may .

Short was his gowne . with sleuys longe and wide

Wel koude he sitte on hors . and faire ride .

He koude songes make and wel indite .

Iuste and eke daunce . welle portrei and write

So hote he louyd . that be nyght tale .

He slepe no more than doth a nyghtyngale

Cuteise he was louly and seruysable

And karfe to fore his fadir atte the table

¶ A yeman had . he and seruauntes no moo .

At that that tyme for hym liste to ride soo .

And he was Cladde . in a cote and an hode of grene .

And schef of Pokok o arwes bright and kene .

vndir his belte . he bare ful thriftly .

Wel coude he dresse his takill yomanly .

His sethe Arwis droupid nought with fetheris lowe

In his hande he bare a myghty bowe

A nottid hede . had . he wh[…]e and broune visage .

Of wode crafte welle koude . he the . vsage .

vpon his arme . he bare a gaye brasere

And be his side a sworde and a bokeler

And on that othir side a gay dagger .

Harnaised wel . and sharpe as pointe of spe
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Ne that a Monke . whenne that he is recheles .

Is likned till a fissh . that is wat̉erlees

This is to sayn a Monke oute of his Cloistre

But thilke tixte helde . he nought worth an oistre

And I sey his opinyou was gode .

What schulde study and make hym self wode

Vpon a boke in cloistre al way to poure

Othir swynken with ese as houndes and labour

As Austyn haue his swynke to hym reseruyd

Ther for he was . a prikosour a right

Grehoundes he had as swifte right as foule in flight

Of Pⁱkyng and of huntyng for the hare

Was all his lust for no cost wolde he spare

I saw his sleuys purfilde at the honde

With gris and that the fynest of a londe

And for to festene . his hode . vndir his chynne .

He had of golde wrought a full curious pynne

A loue knotte in the grettest ende ther was .

His heed was ballid that schon as any glas

And eke his face . as he had ben an oynt

He was a lorde ful fatte . and in goode poynt

His eyen stepe and rollyng in his hede

That stemyd as a furneis of lede

His botes sowple . his hors in grete astate

Now serteynly he was afaire prelate

He nas nat pale . as a for pynyd goste

A fatte swanne louyd he best of any roste

His palfrey was as broune as as bury

¶ A Frere ther was a wantaune and a mery .

A lymetour o in contre also a ful solempne man

In all the ordris iiij . is non that canne

So mykill of daliaunce and faire language

He had makid ful many a mariage

Of yonge women . at his owne cost

And to his ordre hee was a noble poste

Full wel belouyd and famulier was he

With frankeleyns oeủer all in his cuntre

And eke with worthi women of the toune

For he had pouer of confessioun

As saide hym self more thanne a curat

For of his ordre he was licenciate

Ful swetely her he confessioun

H and plesaunt was his absolucioun
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He was an esy man to yif penaunce

Ther as I he wist to haue agode pitaunce .

For vnto a poure orde for to yif

Is signe that a man is wele I schriue

For yif that he yaf he durst make avaunte

He wist that a man was repentaunte .

For many a man so harde is of herte .

He may nought wepe al though hym sore smerte

Ther for in stede of wepyng and praier .

Men muste gif seluer to the poor freres .

His tipette was ay farsyd ful of knyuys .

And pynnys for to yif faire wyvys

And certeynly he had a mery note .

Welle couthe he syng and play on a rote .

Of ȝeddyng he bare vttirly the price

His nekke white was . as the floure delis .

Ther to he stronge was . as a Champioun

He knew the Tauernes wel in eủery toun

And eủery osteler . and tappester be

Bette thanne a lasour othir a begster

For vnto suche . a worthi man as he

A cordid nought as by his faculte .

To haue with sike lasours aqueintaunce .

Hit is not onest he may nott avaunce .

For to delen with no suche pooreile .

But al with riche and sellers of vitaile

And oeủeral ther as profite schulde arise

Curteise he was and louly of seruise

Ther was no man nowher so vertuous .

He was the best begger . in his hous

And though a wedowe had nat a scho .

so plesaunte was his Principio .

That ther wolde he haue . a ferthing or he went

His purchas was wele bettir than his rente

And Rage he couth as hit were right a whelpe

In loue daies couth he mochil helpe .

With thredebare for ther he was not like a cloisterer .

With threde bare cope as is a pore scoler .

But he was like a maister and othir a pope

Of double worstede was his semy cope .
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That rounde as a belle . oute of the presse .

Somwhat he lispid for his wantaunenesse

To make his Englisch swettir vppon his tonge

And in his harpyng whenne that he had sounge

His eien twynclid in his hede a right

As don the sterris in the frosty nyght

This worthi lymytour was Clepid huberd

¶ A marchaunte was ther with a forkid berd .

In motle and high on a hors he satte

Vpon his hede a flaunderisch beuer hatte

His B botis clapsid faire and fetously

His reasounes he spak ful solempne ly .

sownyng al wey the encres of his wynnyng

He wolde the see wer kepte for any thing

Bi twixt Middilboug Middilburgh and Orwelle

Wel couthe he in eschaunge scheldis selle .

This worthi man wel his witte besette .

Ther wiste no wight that he was in dette

So estately was he of his goeủernaunce .

With his bargaynes and with his cheuysch saunce

For soth he was . a worthi man with all

But soth to say I nott hou men hym calle

¶ A Clerke ther was . of Oxenford also .

That vnto logik had long I goo .

As lene was his hors . as is a Rake .

He was nat right fatte I vndir take .

But lokid holwe . and ther to sobirly .

Ful thredebare was his oeủerest curtepie

For he had getyn hym ther no benyfice

Ne was so worldly for for to haue an office

For hym was leuer haue at his beddis hede .

Twenty bokis clad in blak othir rede .

Of Aristotile . in his philosophie .

Thanne Robis riche othir phithil . or gay sauterie

But al be that he was a Philosophir

He had he but litle gl golde in his Coffre

But al that he myght of his frendis hente

On bokis and on lernyng he hit spente

And bisily ganne for the soules pray

Of hem that yaf hem wher with to scolay

Of stody toke he most cure and most hede
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Not o word spak he more thanne was nede .

And that was said in fourme and reủerence

And schorte and w quykke and ful of high sentence

Sounyng in a moral vertue was his speche .

And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche

¶ A Sergiaunte of the lawe that was ware and wise

That had ben at the paruys .

He was also full . riche of excellence .

Discret he was . and of grete reủerence .

He semede swiche his wordis . weren so wise .

Iustise he was full often in assise

Bi Patent and by playn Cōmmissioun

For his science and his high renoun

Of fees and robes . had he manyon

So grete a purchasour was nowher non

All was fee . symple to hym in effecte

His purchasyng myght not ben enfecte

Nawher so besy aman as he ther nas .

And yit he semyd bisier than he was

In t̉ermes hadde he cas . and domes all

That fram the tyme . of william wer falle .

Ther to he couthe endite . and make a thing

Ther couthe no wight pynche . at his writyng

And eủery statut couth he playn be rote .

He rod but homly . in a medle cote .

Gert with a sainte . of silke with barris smale .

Of his a ray . telle I no lenger tale

¶ A Frankelayn also was in this companie

White was his berd . as is the daisie

Of his complexcioun he was sanguyne

Wel louyd he be the morwe a sop in wyn

To lyuyn in delite . was eủere his wone

For he was Epucurus owne sonne

That hilde opinioun that playn delite

Was verray felicite and parfit

An housholdir and that a grete was hee

Saynt Iulian he was in his contre

His bred his ale was al waies aftir on

A bettre enuyned man was neủere non

Withoutyn bakemete neủere his hous
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Of fissh and flessh and that so plentiuous

Hit snewid in his hous of mete and drinke

Of all dayntees that men couthe thinke

Aftir the sondry sesouns of the yere

So chaungid he his mete and his sopere

Ful many a fat partrich had he in mue

And many a brem and many luce in stue

Wo was his cook bote yif his sauce were .

Poynaunt and scharpe . and redy all his gere

His table dormaunt in his hal al way .

Stode redy cuuerid al the longe day .

Att sessiouns ther was he lorde and Sire

Ful ofte tyme he was . knyght of the schire

An anlaas and a gipser al of selke

Heng at his gurdill . white as morwe mylke

A schereue had he ben and eke countour

Was nowher swich a worthi vauasour

An Haberdassher and a Carpenter ther was .

A webbe a diere and a Tapister .

And they were clothid all in o lyuere .

Of a solempne and a grete frat̉ernite .

Ful fresshe and newe hur gere ay pikid was .

Hur knyuys ner chapid nought with brasse

But all with siluer . wrought ful clene and well

Hur gurdelis and hur nouches . eủery del

Wel semyd eche of hem a faire burgeis .

To sittyn in a ȝeldehalle . on a deys .

eủeriche for the wisdom that he canne

Wer schaply for ben an aldirman

For Catel had they I now and rente

And hir wivis woldyn wel assente .

And els certayn they were to blame

Hit is ful fayre . to be clepid madame

And gon to vigilis al be fore

And haue a Mantell rialliche I bore

A Cooke they had wyth . hem for the nones .

To boile the Chekens with the maribones .

And poudir Marchaunt tarte of galyngale

Wel couth he knowe a draught of londou ale

He couth roste and seth and broile and frie
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Makyn Mortrews and welle bake a pie

But grete harme was hit thought me

That on his schyn a marymole had he

For blanke mang that made he with the beste

¶ A Schipman was ther wonyng fer by west

For aught I wote he was of Dertmouthe

He rode vpon a rounsy as he couth

In a goune of falchyg that to the kne .

H A Dagger . hangyng on a las had he .

A boute his nekke vndir his arme doune

The hote somyr hath made his hew al broune

And certeynly he was a gode felawe .

Ful many a draught of wyn had drawe

Fro burdeus ward while that that chapmān slepe

Of nise conscience . toke he no cepe

Yif that he faught and had the hier hande

By wat̉er he sente hem home . to eủery lande

But of his crafte . to rekyn well his tidis .

The stremes and his daungers hym bi sidis

His herberw and his mone and his ledemanage

Ther was no suche fram hēnne to Cartage

Hardy he was and wis to vndirtake

With many a tempest had ben his berde schake

He knew welle . al the hauenes . as thei were

Fro gotlond to the Cape the finis tere

And eủery creke in Britaigne and in spayne

His barge . clepid was . the maudleyn

¶ With vs ther was a Doctour of fisik

In al this . worlde ne was ther noon hym like

To speke of fisik and of Surgerie

For he was groundid in Astronomye

He cepte his pacience of a full grete delle .

In his houris by his magik naturel .

Wel couth he fortunen the assendent .

Of his ymages for his pacient

He knew the cause of eủerych maladie

Were hit of hot . othir colde othir moiste or drie

And were engendrid and what humour

He was a verrey par parfite practesour

The cause he knew and of his harme the rote
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A non he yaf the sikemann his bote

Ful redy had he his Apotecaries .

To send hym drenchis . and his letuaries

For eche of hem made othir for to wynne .

Hir frendship nas . naught newe to be gynne .

Wel knew he . the olde esculapius .

And deiscroides and eke rufus .

Olde ypocras . haly and galien

Serapiou Rasis . and auyzen

Auerrois . Damascien and constantyn

Bernard and gatesdene and gilbertyn

Of his Diete mesurable was hee .

For hit was of no superfluite

But of gret norishing and digestible .

His stidie was . but litil on the bible .

In Sangyn Sangwyn and in pers . he cl clad was all

Lynyd with taffata and with sendall .

And yit he was . but esy of dispense

He kepte that he wanne in pestilence

For golde in fisik is cordiall .

Ther for he louyd gold in speciall .

¶ A goode wif was . ther of bi side bathe

But sche was sumdell . def and that was skathe .

Of clothmakyng sche had suche an haunt

sche passid hem of ypres and of gaunt

In all the Parissh wiff wif ne was ther non

That offring bifore . hir scholde gon

And yif ther dide . certayn so wroth was sche .

Ther sche was oute of al charite

Hur curchiues ful fyne were . of grounde

I durst swere . they weydyn al oute x pounde

That on a sonday . weryn vpon hir hede

Hir hosyn were of fyne scarlet rede

Ful straite I teide . and schoes ful straite and newe

Bold was hir face and faire and rede of hewe

sche was a worthi woman al hir lif

Housbondis at the Chirche dore sche had fife

Withoutyn othir cumpanie in hir youthe

But ther of nedith nought to speke as nowe

And thris had sche . ben at Ierusalem
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Sche had passid many a straunge streme

At Rome sche had ben and at boleyn

In Galeis and at seint Iame and at Coleyn

Sche couth mochil of wandring by the way

Gap tothid was sche soleyn for to say .

Vpon an ambeler esely sche satt

I wymb wymplyd well . and on hir hede an hatte .

As brode . as is a bokeler othir a targe .

A fote Mantell . aboute hir hepis large

And on hur fete . a paire of spurris scharpe

In felawschip wel couth sche laugh and carpe

Of remedies of loue . sche knewe . par chaunce

For sche couth of that arte the olde daunce .

¶ A gode man was ther of religiou

And was a poure persoun of a toune

But riche he was of holy thought and werke

He was also l a lernyd man a Clerke

That Cristes gospell trewly wolde preche

His parischons deuoutely wold he teche .

Benygne he was and wondir diligente .

And in adeủersite . ful paciente .

And swiche he was I preuyd oftyn sithis .

Ful loth wer hym to cursyn for his tithis .

But rathir wolde he yif oute of doute

Vnto his poor parischons a boute

Of his offring and eke of his substaunce

He couth in litil thing haue suffisaunce

Wide was his parish and housis fer a sondir

But he ne lafte natt for rayne ne thondir

In sikenes nothir in myschif to visite

The ferrest in his parissh moche and lite

Vpon his fete . and in his hand a staff

This noble insaumple . vnto his schepe he yaf

That fir he wrought and aft̉erward that he taught

And oute of the gospell he tho wordis caught

And eke this figure . he addid eke ther to

That yif gold rust what schal Iryn do

For yif a prest be foule on whom we trust

No wondir nysse a leude man to rust

And schame hit is yif that a prest take ce kepe
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A schiten schepherd and a clene schepe

Welle ought a pste . ensaumple for to yiue

Bi his clennesse . hou that his schep schulde leue

He sett nought his benefice to hire

And let his schepe . encombrid in the myre .

And ranne to londou vnto seint poules .

To sekyn hym a chaunterie for soules .

Othir with a brothirhed to ben with holde .

But dwelle at home and kepe wel his folde

So that the wolf ne made hit nought miscarie

He was a schepher and a nought a mercenarie

And though he holy were and vertuous

He nas nought to synfullmen dispitous

Ne of his speche . daungerous ne digne

But in his techinge discret and benygne

To drawyn folke to heuen by fairenesse .

Bi goode insaumple . this was his bisinesse .

But it were any persoune obstinate .

What so he wer of high and low estat

Hym wolde hyn he snybben scharply for the nones .

A bett̉er I trow that nawher noon es .

He waitid aft̉er no pompe and reủerence .

Ne makyd hym a spisid conscience .

But Cristis lore and his posteles twelue

He taught but first he folwid hit hym self .

¶ With hym ther was . a plowman was his brothir

That had I lad of dounge full many a fothir

And trew swynker and a gode was he .

Lyuyng in pees . and parfite charite .

God louyd he best with al his hole herte .

At al tymes . though he gamyd or smerte .

And than his neighboure right as hym selfe .

He wolde thresch and ther dike and delue

For cristis sake with eủery pore wight

With outyn hire yif hit lay in his myght

His tithis paied he ful faire and welle

Bothe of his propre swynk and his catell .

In a tabarde he rode upon a mere

¶ Ther was also a Reue and a Millere

A Somenour and a pardoner also

A Maunciple and my self ner ther namo .
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The Miller was a stoute Carle for the nones .

Ful big he was of braune and eke of bones .

That prouyd wel for oeủeral where he cam

Att wrastelyng he wolde haue al wey the ramme

He was schort schuldrid brode a thikke knarre

Ther ne was no dore that he ne wolde haue of harre

Othir breke hit at arennyng with his hede

His berd as any sow as fox was rede

And ther to brode as though hit were a spade

vpon his coppe right of his nose he had

A werte and ther stode a tufte of heris .

Rede as the bristillis as a sowis eris .

His nostrellis blak blak were and wide

A swerde and a bokeler he bare by his side

His mouth as grete was as a grete furneys

He was yangeler and a goliardeys

And that was most of synne and har lottries .

Wel couth he stele . corne . and tolle thries .

And yit he had . a thombe of gold parde

A white cote . and a blew hode werid he .

A bag pipe . wel couth he blowe and soune .

And ther with all . he brought us oute of toune .

¶ A gentill Maunciple . was ther of a Temple .

Of whiche a catours myght take example .

For to ben wise in big biyng of vitaile .

For whethir that he paide othir toke bitaile .

Al gate he waitid so on his ag acate .

That he was ay be forne . and in gode state .

Now is hit nott that of god a full faire grace

s that suche a leude manes witte schall pace

The wisdam of an hepe of lernyd men

Of Maistris . had he . mo than thris ten

That weryn of law experte . and curious

Of whiche ther were . ai doseyn in that hous

Worthi to ben steuwardes of rente and lande

Of any lordis . that is in Engelonde .

To make hym lyue . by his propre gode .

In honoure . sentenles . but he wer wode .

Or lyue a scarsly as hym list desire

And able for to helpen an al an hole schire

In any cas . that myght fall othir hap

And ther this . maunciple sette hur althir hap cap
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¶ The reue was a sclendir colrik man

His berd was schaue as nygh as eủer he can

His here was by his ere . ful rounde I schorne

His top was dockid like a prest biforne .

Ful long were his leggis and full lene .

I lik a staf . ther was no calf I sene

Wel couth he kepe . a gerner and a bynne .

Ther was non auditour couthe on hym wyn

Wel wist he by . the drought and by the rayn

The ȝeldyng of his . sed and of his grayn

His lord schip his nete . his deirie .

His swyn his hors his store and his pultrie

Was holy in this reuys goeủernyng

And by his couenaunt yaf the rekenyng

Synne that his lorde was twenty yere of age .

Ther couth no man bring hym in arereage .

Ther nas baili ne herde othir odir hyne

That he ne knew his sleight and his cunnyng

They were of hym a drad as of the deth

His wonyng was ful . faire vpon an heth

With grene trees schaduyd was his place .

He couth bett̉er thanne his lord purchace .

For richeliche a storis he was priuilie

His lorde wel couth he please subtilly .

To yiue and lene hym of his awne gode .

And haue a thanke and yit a cote and a hode

In youth he lernyd and had a gode maister .

He was a wel . gode wright a Carpynt̉er

This Reue sat vpon a wel gode stotte .

That was of a pomyl grey and a hight scot .

A long surcote of pers . upon his hond hade

And by his side he bare a rusty blade .

Of Northfolke was this Reue of whiche I tell .

By side a toune . men clepid Beldiswell .

Ther Tuckid he was . as is a free a boute

And eủere he rode the hyndreste of oure route

¶ A somnour tl was ther with us in that place .

That had a fire rede r cherebyns face .

For sawseflewme he was with eyen narwe

As hote he was and lecherous as any sparwe

With skalid browis blak and pilid berd .
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Of his viseage childryn were a ferd

Ther nas quyksiluyr litarge othir brymston

Boras . ceruse ne oyle of tartre non

Ne oyntement that wold clense and bite

That hym myght helpyn of the whelkes white .

Nothir of the knobbis sittyng on his chekis

Wel louyd he garlike oyneons and eke lekis

And for to drink strong wyne rede as blode

Thanne wolde he speke and crie as he were wode

And whanne that he weldronkyn had the wynne

Thanne wold he speke . no worde but latyn

A fewe t̉ermys had he . to or thre

That he had lernyd oute of som deg decre

No wondir . is he herde hit al the day

And eke ye knowyn wel how that a yaie

canne clepyn wat as wel as can the pope

But who so couth in othir thing hym grope

Thanne had he spente al his philosophie

Ay questio quid Iuris wold he crie

He was a gentill . har lot and a kynd

A bettir felawe schuld men naught fynde

He wolde suffre for a quarte of wyne

A goode felaw to haue his concubyne .

A twelfe monthe . and excuse hym att fulle .

and yif he fond anwhere a gode felaw

Ful priuily a fynch well . couth he pull .

And yif he fond anwher . a good felawe

He wold teche hym to haue . non awe .

In swiche cas . of the Archedeknes curs

But yf a mannes sovle were in his purs

For in his purs he schulde I punysshid be

Pur is the Archideknes . helle saide hee .

But welle I wote . he lide right in dede .

Of cursinge ought eche gilty man drede

For Curs will . sle . right as soilyng sauyth

And also ware hym of a significauit

¶ In daunger had he at his . owne . gise .

The yonge gurles . of the diocise

And knew hur counsaill . and was al hir rede

A gerlaund hadde he sett upon his hede .

As grete as it were for an ale stake .
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A bokeler . had he . mad hym of a kake .

¶ With hym ther rod a gentil pardoner .

Of Rouncivale . his frend and his compere

That stright was comen fro the Courte of Rome .

Ful loude he song cūm hedir loue to me

This somenoure bar to hym a stiff burdoun

Was neủere trumpe . of half so grete . soun

This pardoner . had here as . yelwe . as wex .

Bute smoth hit heng as doth a strike of flex .

Be . ounces . henge his . lokkis that he had .

And ther with his scholdris . al oeủer spred

But thynne hit lay by culpons on and on

But hode for Iolite . ne werid he non

For hit was trusshid upon his walet

Hym thought he rode . al of the newe iette .

Descheuele . saue his cap he rode al bare .

Swiche glaring . eien had he as an hare .

A vernycle had he sewid on his cape

His walett lay be forne . hym in his lappe .

Bretful of pardoun comen from Rome al hote .

A voise had . as smal as hath a gote .

No berde had he ne neủere . scholde . haue

As smothe hit was as it were late I schaue .

I trowe he were . a geldyng othir els a mare .

But of his Crafte fro Berwik in to ware

Ne was ther swiche a nothir pardoner .

For in his male . he had a pilwe ber

Whiche he saide . he had . was oure lady veil .

He saide . he had . a gobet of the sail .

That seint petur had whenne that he wente

vpon the see . til Iesu Crist hym hente

He had a Crosse of latyn ful of stones .

And in a glas . he had piggis bones .

But with thise . relikes . whenne that he fonde

A poeủere persoun dwellyng upon londe .

vpon a day he h gate hym more m[…] moneye

Than that the persoun gat in monthis twey .

And thus with faynyd flateryng and iapes .

He made the persoun and the people his apis .

But truly to tellyn at the laste
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He was in Chirche . a grete ecclesiaste

Wel couthe he rede a . lessoun othir a storie

But al ther beste he song an offretorie

For wel he wiste whenne . that sounge was sounge

He moste pche and wel . affile ther to his tounge

To wynne siluer as he ful wel koude

Ther for he songe the murierly and loude

Nowe haue I tolde you sothly in clause

The estate . the array . the nounbre . and eke the cause

Whi that assemblid was . this . companye

In Southwerke . at this gentil hostlerie

That hight the Tabard faste by the belle .

But now is tyme to you for to telle

How that we baryn vs that ilke nyght

Whenne that we were . in that hostelrie a light

And aftir wille I telle of oure viage

And al the remenaunte of oure pilgrimage

But first I pray you of youre curtesie .

though that I playnly in this matere

That ye ne arrecte it nought my vilanye

Though that I playnly in this matere

To telle you hur wordis . and hur chere

Ne though I speke hir wordes . properly

For this ye knowen also wel as I .

Ho so schal . telle . a tale aft̉er aman

He mote reherse . as neigh as he canne

eủerich worde . yif hit be in his charge

Al speke he neuer . so rudeliche ne large .

Othir els . he moote telle . his tale vntruew

Othir fainyd thing and fynde wordes newe

He may nott spare . al though . he were his brothir

He mote as welle . seye of o worde as an nothir

Crist spak hym self ful brode in holy writte

And wel ye wot no vilenye is it

Eke plato . saith ho so canne hym rede .

The wordis . mote be Cosyn to the dede .

Also I praye you to for yeuyn yeue hit me

Al haue I nought sett folke in hir degre

Here in this tale as that they scholde stonde

My witt is schorte ye may wel vndirstonde

¶ grete chere made . oure hoste us eủerichon
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And to the soper . sette he ous a noon

He seruyd . vs . with with vitaile . at the beste .

Strong was the wyn and wel to drinke us leste

A semly man he was . with eyen stepe

A fairer burgeis is ther non in chepe .

Bolde of his speche . and wise and wel I taughte .

and of manhede . hym lakkyd right nought

A semly man oure hoste was with all

For to ben a marchall . in a lordes halle .

A large man he was . with eyen stepe

A fairer Burgeis . is ther non in chepe .

Bolde in his speche . and wise and wel I taught

And of manhede hym lackid right nought

eke ther to he was . a murie man

And aftir soper . pleyen he be gan

And spak of murthe . amonge othir thyngis

Whanne that he had mad oure rekenynges

And saide thus . now lordynges trewly .

ye be to me wel right welcome hertly .

For be my trouthe . yif that I schal not lie

I ne sawe this yere so murie a companye .

At ones in this herberwe as is nowe

Fayn wold I do you murthe wiste I howe

And of a murth I am right nowe by thought

To don you eese . and hit schal coste nought

¶ ye gon to Caunterburie . god you spede .

The blissid martir quite you your mede

And welle I wote . as ye gon by the way .

ye schapyn you to talyn and eke to play .

For truly confort ne myrth is noon

For to ridyn by the wey . dombe as the ston

And ther for . will I make you disporte

As I saide erst and don you som comforte

And yif ye likyn al by on assente

For to stondyn to my iugement

And for to werkyn as I schal you say .

To morwyn whenne ye ridyn be the way

Now be my fadir soule that is dede .

But ye be murie y wil yif you myn hede

Holde vp your hand with oute more speche

Oure consail was . nat . longe for to seche

vs thought it was . nought worthi to make it uys .

And grauntid hym withoute more auys .

And bad hym say . his . verdit as hym lyste
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Lordynges quoth he nowe herkyneuth for the beste

But take hit nought I pray you in disdeyne

This is the poynt to speke schorte and playn

That eche of you to schorte with your weye

In this viage . schal tellen tales twey .

To Caunturbury ward y mene hit so

And homward schal tellyn othir too .

Of Auenturus that whilom haue I falle .

this is to seyn And whiche of you that berith hym best of all .

This to seyn that tellith in this cas

Tales of best sentence . and most solas .

Schal haue a sopar at oure aldre coste .

Here in this place . sittyng by this post

Whanne that that we comme ageyn from Caunturbury .

And for to make you the more mury

I wille my selfe gladly with you ride

And who so will . my iugement with say

schal pay al . that we spend by the way .

And yif ye vouche sauf that this be so .

Tellith me anon withoute wordis moo .

And I will . erly schape me therfor .

This thing was grauntid and oure othis swore

With ful glad hert and praidyn hym al so

That he wolde vouche sauf for to do soo .

And that he wolde . be oure goeủernoure

And of of oure talis . Iuge and reportour

And sette the sopar at a certeyn pris .

And we will . rulid ben at his deuys .

In highe and lowe and thus by on assente

We ben acordid to the Iugement

¶ and ther upon the wyn was fett anon

We dronkyn and to reste . wente we echon

Withoutyn any lenger tariyng

A morwe whanne the day gan spring

vp ros oure hoste and was oure aldre cokke

And gaderid ous to gederis in a floke

And forthe we ridyn a litil more than pas .

vnto the wateryng . of seint Thomas .

And ther oure oste by gan his hors a reste

And saide lordes herkneth yif you leste

I wot your forwarde . and ye it recorde

yif euen song and morw song acorde

Lat se nowe ho schal telle oure first tale
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A xpofor on his brest of Siluyr shene

And horne he bare the bauderic was of grene

A foster was he sothly as I gesse

¶ Ther was also a woman a prioresse

That of smylyng there was ful simple and koy

Hir grettest oth was but by seynte loy

She was clepid madame Eglentyne

Ful wel she songe the seruice diuyne

Entwned in hir note ful semely .

And fresshe she spak ful faire and fetisly .

Aftir the scole of Strdforde . at the wowe

For frensh of Paris . was . to hir vnknowe .

At mete wes I taughte was she with alle .

she lete no morsel . fro hir lippis falle .

Ne wete hir fyngres . in hir sauce depe

Wel coude she karie . a morsel . and wel kepe

That non drope fille on hir breste .

In curtesie was sette mochel hir liste

Hir oeủerlipe wipid she so klene

That in hir coppe no ferthing was sene .

Of grece whanne s dronnkyn had she hir draughte

Ful semely . aftir mete she raught

And sikirly she was . of grete disporte

And ful plesaunte . and amyable of porte

And paynyd hir to countirfete chere .

Of Courte and to ben estately of manere

And to ben holdyn digne of reủerence

But for to speke of hir concience .

She was so charitable and so pitouse

She wolde wepe if she sawe a mowse

Kaught in a trappe if hit were dede or bledde

Of smale houndis . hath she fedde

With rosted flessh or mylke or wastil brede .

But sore wepte she yf any were dede

Or if men smote hem with a yerde smerte

And al was concience and tendirnesse of herte
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For semly hir wympill . pinchid was .

Herre nose was streite hir eien grey as glas

Her mouthe full ful smalle and ther to softe and rede

But sikirly . she had a faire for hede

Hitt was al moste a spanne brede I trowe

For hardily she was natt vndirgrowe

Ful fetisly fetise was . hir cloke as I was ware

And smale bedes aboute hir arme she ware bare

A paire of bedis gaudid al with grene

And ther on henge . a broche of golde ful shene

On whiche ther was a krownyd a

Aftyr amor vincit omnia

A nother nonne with hir had she .

That was . hir Chapeleyn and pristis thre

A Monke ther was . a faire for the maistrie

An outerider . that louyd venerie

A manly man to ben an abbott able

Ful many a daynte hors had he in his stable

And whanne he rode myght his bridil here

Glynkyng in a whistelyng wynde as clere

And eke as loude as . doth the chapell belle

Ther as the lorde was keper of the selle

The rule of seinte Maure or of seinte benett

Be cause hit was olde and somdel streite

This ilke monke lete olde thingis pace

And helde aftir the newe worlde the trace .

And hilde aftir the newe worlde the trace .

He yaf nought after the texte of pullid henne

That saith that hounters . be nought holy menne .