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PROLOGUE TO THE MILLERES TALE	A
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Heere folwen the wordes bitwene the Hoost and the Millere	B
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Whan that the Knyght had thus his tale ytoold	C
In al the route ne was ther yong ne oold	C
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That he ne seyde it was a noble storie	B
And worthy for to drawen to memorie	B
And namely the gentils everichon	D
Oure Hooste lough and swoor 'So moot I gon	D
This gooth aright unbokeled is the male	A
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Lat se now who shal telle another tale	A
For trewely the game is wel bigonne	D
Now telleth on sir Monk if that ye konne	D
Somwhat to quite with the Knyghtes tale '	-
The Miller that for dronken was al pale	A
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So that unnethe upon his hors he sat	C
He nolde avalen neither hood ne hat	C
Ne abyde no man for his curteisie	E
But in Pilates voys he gan to crie	B
And swoor by armes and by blood and bones	E
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'I kan a noble tale for the nones	E
With which I wol now quite the Knyghtes tale '	-
Oure Hooste saugh that he was dronke of ale	A
And seyde 'Abyd Robyn my leeve brother	B
Som bettre man shal telle us first another	B
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Abyd and lat us werken thriftily '	-
'By Goddes soule ' quod he 'that wol nat I	F
For I wol speke or elles go my wey '	-
Oure Hoost answerde 'Tel on a devele wey	G
Thou art a fool thy wit is overcome	H
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'Now herkneth ' quod the Miller 'alle and some	H
But first I make a protestacioun	D
That I am dronke I knowe it by my soun	D
And therfore if that I mysspeke or seye	I
Wyte it the ale of Southwerk I you preye	I
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For I wol telle a legende and a lyf	J
Bothe of a carpenter and of his wyf	J
How that a clerk hath set the wrightes cappe '	-
The Rev answerde and seyde 'Stynt thy clappe	K
Lat be thy lewed dronken harlotrye	I
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It is a synne and eek a greet folye	I
To apeyren any man or hym defame	L
And eek to bryngen wyves in swich fame	L
Thou mayst ynogh of othere thynges seyn '	-
This dronke Miller spak ful soone ageyn	D
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And seyde 'Leve brother Osewold	C
Who hath no wyf he is no cokewold	C
But I sey nat therfore that thou art oon	D
Ther been ful goode wyves many oon	D
And evere a thousand goode ayeyns oon badde	C
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That knowestow wel thyself but if thou madde	C
Why artow angry with my tale now	D
I have a wyf pardee as wel as thow	M
Yet nolde I for the oxen in my plogh	J
Take upon me moore than ynogh	J
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As demen of myself that I were oon	D
I wol bileve wel that I am noon	D
An housbonde shal nat been inquisityf	J
Of Goddes pryvetee nor of his wyf	J
So he may fynde Goddes foysoun there	B
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Of the remenant nedeth nat enquere '	-
What sholde I moore seyn but this Miller	B
He nolde his wordes for no man forbere	B
But tolde his cherles tale in his manere	B
Me thynketh that I shal reherce it heere	B
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And therfore every gentil wight I preye	I
For Goddes love demeth nat that I seye	I
Of yvel entente but that I moot reherce	E
Hir tales alle be they bettre or werse	E
Or elles falsen som of my mateere	B
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And therfore who so list it nat yheere	B
Turne over the leef and chese another tale	A
For he shal fynde ynowe grete and smale	A
Of storial thyng that toucheth gentillesse	E
And eek moralitee and hoolynesse	E
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Blameth nat me if that ye chese amys	E
The Miller is a cherl ye knowe wel this	E
So was the Reve and othere manye mo	N
And harlotrie they tolden bothe two	O
Avyseth yow and put me out of blame	L
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And eek men shal nat maken ernest of game	L
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THE TALE	A
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One John a rich and credulous carpenter of Oxford is	E
beguiled by his wife Alison through Nicholas a poor	B
scholar boarding with them Absolon the parish clerk is	E
slighted by Alison but wreaks vengeance on Nicholas	E

Geoffrey Chaucer

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