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THE PROLOGUE	A
'Ho ' quoth the Knight 'good sir no more of this	B
That ye have said is right enough y wis of a surety	C
And muche more for little heaviness	B
Is right enough to muche folk I guess	B
I say for me it is a great disease source of distress annoyance	B
Where as men have been in great wealth and ease	B
To hearen of their sudden fall alas	B
And the contrary is joy and great solas delight comfort	D
As when a man hath been in poor estate	E
And climbeth up and waxeth fortunate	F
And there abideth in prosperity	C
Such thing is gladsome as it thinketh me	C
And of such thing were goodly for to tell '	G
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'Yea ' quoth our Hoste 'by Saint Paule's bell	H
Ye say right sooth this monk hath clapped loud talked	I
He spake how Fortune cover'd with a cloud	J
I wot not what and als' of a tragedy	C
Right now ye heard and pardie no remedy	C
It is for to bewaile nor complain	K
That that is done and also it is pain	K
As ye have said to hear of heaviness	B
Sir Monk no more of this so God you bless	B
Your tale annoyeth all this company	C
Such talking is not worth a butterfly	L
For therein is there no sport nor game	M
Therefore Sir Monke Dan Piers by your name	M
I pray you heart'ly tell us somewhat else	B
For sickerly n'ere clinking of your bells were it not for the	N
That on your bridle hang on every side	O
By heaven's king that for us alle died	O
I should ere this have fallen down for sleep	P
Although the slough had been never so deep	P
Then had your tale been all told in vain	K
For certainly as these clerkes sayn	K
Where as a man may have no audience	B
Nought helpeth it to telle his sentence	B
And well I wot the substance is in me	C
If anything shall well reported be	C
Sir say somewhat of hunting lt gt I you pray '	-
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'Nay ' quoth the Monk 'I have no lust to play no fondness for	Q
Now let another tell as I have told ' jesting	A
Then spake our Host with rude speech and bold	R
And said unto the Nunne's Priest anon	K
'Come near thou Priest come hither thou Sir John lt gt	R
Tell us such thing as may our heartes glade gladden	K
Be blithe although thou ride upon a jade	R
What though thine horse be bothe foul and lean	K
If he will serve thee reck thou not a bean	K
Look that thine heart be merry evermo' '	-
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'Yes Host ' quoth he 'so may I ride or go	A
But I be merry y wis I will be blamed ' unless	B
And right anon his tale he hath attamed commenced lt gt	R
And thus he said unto us every one	K
This sweete priest this goodly man Sir John	K
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THE TALE lt gt	R
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A poor widow somedeal y stept in age somewhat advanced	R
Was whilom dwelling in a poor cottage	S
Beside a grove standing in a dale	T
This widow of which I telle you my tale	T
Since thilke day that she was last a wife	U
In patience led a full simple life	U
For little was her chattel and her rent her goods and her income	V
By husbandry of such as God her sent thrifty management	R
She found herself and eke her daughters two maintained	R
Three large sowes had she and no mo'	V
Three kine and eke a sheep that highte Mall	W
Full sooty was her bow'r and eke her hall chamber	X
In which she ate full many a slender meal	Y
Of poignant sauce knew she never a deal whit	R
No dainty morsel passed through her throat	R
Her diet was accordant to her cote in keeping with her cottage	S
Repletion her made never sick	A
Attemper diet was all her physic moderate	R
And exercise and hearte's suffisance contentment of heart	R
The goute let her nothing for to dance did not prevent her	X
Nor apoplexy shente not her head from dancing hurt	R
No wine drank she neither white nor red	R
Her board was served most with white and black	A
Milk and brown bread in which she found no lack	A
Seind bacon and sometimes an egg or tway singed	R
For she was as it were a manner dey kind of day labourer lt gt	R
A yard she had enclosed all about	R
With stickes and a drye ditch without	R
In which she had a cock hight Chanticleer	X
In all the land of crowing n'as his peer was not his equal	Z
His voice was merrier than the merry orgon organ lt gt	R
On masse days that in the churches gon	K
Well sickerer was his crowing in his lodge more punctual	Z
Than is a clock or an abbay horloge clock lt gt	R
By nature he knew each ascension	K
Of th' equinoctial in thilke town	K
For when degrees fiftene were ascended	R
Then crew he that it might not be amended	R
His comb was redder than the fine coral	Z
Embattell'd lt gt as it were a castle wall	W
His bill was black and as the jet it shone	K
Like azure were his legges and his tone toes	B
His nailes whiter than the lily flow'r	X
And like the burnish'd gold was his colour	X
This gentle cock had in his governance	B
Sev'n hennes for to do all his pleasance	B
Which were his sisters and his paramours	B
And wondrous like to him as of colours	B
Of which the fairest hued in the throat	R
Was called Damoselle Partelote	R
Courteous she was discreet and debonair	X
And companiable and bare herself so fair sociable	Z
Since the day that she sev'n night was old	R
That truely she had the heart in hold	R
Of Chanticleer locked in every lith limb	V
He lov'd her so that well was him therewith	N
But such a joy it was to hear them sing	A
When that the brighte sunne gan to spring	A
In sweet accord 'My lefe is fare in land ' lt gt my love is	B
For at that time as I have understand gone abroad	R
Beastes and birdes coulde speak and sing	A
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And so befell that in a dawening	A
As Chanticleer among his wives all	W
Sat on his perche that was in the hall	W
And next him sat this faire Partelote	R
This Chanticleer gan groanen in his throat	R
As man that in his dream is dretched sore oppressed	R
And when that Partelote thus heard him roar	X
She was aghast and saide 'Hearte dear afraid	R
What aileth you to groan in this mannere	X
Ye be a very sleeper fy for shame '	-
And he answer'd and saide thus 'Madame	V
I pray you that ye take it not agrief amiss in umbrage	A2
By God me mette I was in such mischief I dreamed trouble	Z
Right now that yet mine heart is sore affright'	R
Now God ' quoth he 'my sweven read aright dream vision	K
And keep my body out of foul prisoun	K
Me mette how that I roamed up and down I dreamed	R
Within our yard where as I saw a beast	R
Was like an hound and would have made arrest siezed	R
Upon my body and would have had me dead	R
His colour was betwixt yellow and red	R
And tipped was his tail and both his ears	B
With black unlike the remnant of his hairs	B
His snout was small with glowing eyen tway	B2
Yet of his look almost for fear I dey died	R
This caused me my groaning doubteless '	-
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'Away ' lt gt quoth she 'fy on you hearteless coward	R
Alas ' quoth she 'for by that God above	C2
Now have ye lost my heart and all my love	C2
I cannot love a coward by my faith	N
For certes what so any woman saith	N
We all desiren if it mighte be	C
To have husbandes hardy wise and free	C
And secret and no niggard nor no fool discreet	R
Nor him that is aghast of every tool afraid rag trifle	Z
Nor no avantour by that God above braggart	R
How durste ye for shame say to your love	C2
That anything might make you afear'd	R
Have ye no manne's heart and have a beard	R
Alas and can ye be aghast of swevenes	B

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