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1 E. batailles ; Hn. bataille ; the rest bataile, batail, batell. ? Hl. Of ladys loue and drewery. 3 E. Pt. and of; the rest omit of. 4 E. rood; but the rest glood, glod, glode.
Him-self drank water of the wel,
So worthy' vnder wede,
Heere the Hoost stynteth Chaucer of his tale of Thopas.
• No more of this, for goddes dignitee,'
This may wel be rym dogerel,' quod he.
Why so ?' quod I, 'why wiltow lette me
• Thou dost nought elles but despendest tyme,
Hl. worthy; E. Hn. worly ; Pt. worthely; Cm. Cp. Ln. omit ll. 2105-8. 2 E, tale; the rest rym, ryme. 8 E. take; the rest told, tolde, toold.
As thus; ye wot that euery Euangelist,
2150 Blameth me nat; for, as in my sentence, Ye shul not fynden moche 4 difference Fro the sentence of this tretis lyte After the which this mery tale I wryte. And therfor herkneth what that I shal seye, 2155 And lat me tellen al my tale, I preye.'
[Here follows, in prose, the long and dull Tale of Melibeus ; numbered 11. 2157-3078 in the Six-Text edition. After which comes The Monk's Prologue.]
1 E. Hn. Cm. Ln. somme seyn; but Cp. Pt. Hl. omit seyn. 2 Hl. and; which the rest omit.
3 E. Hl. yow; the rest ye. • Cm. Cp. Ln. Ye schal not fynden moche; E. Hn. Pt. Hl. Shul ye nowher fynden.
GROUP B. THE MONK'S PROLOGUE.
The murye wordes of the Hoost to the Monk.
Whan ended was my tale of Melibee,
3085 As was this Melibeus wyf Prudence. [So mot I thryue !) whan I bete my knaues, She bringth me forth the grete clobbed staues, And cryeth, 'slee the dogges euerichoon, And brek hem, bothe bak and euery boon.' 3090 And if that any neighebor of myne Wol nat in chirche to my wyf enclyne, Or be so hardy to hir to trespace, Whan she comth hoom”, she rampeth in my face, And cryeth, ' false coward, wreek thy wyf,
3095 [So mot I thryuen!] I wol haue thy knyf, And thou shalt haue my distaf and go spinne !' Fro day to nyght ryght thus she wol biginne ;• Allas !' she seith, that euer I was shape To wedde a milksop or a coward ape,
1 E. Hn. omit For; the rest have it.
That wol be ouerlad with euery wyght!
3110 For she is big in armes, by my feith, That shal he fynde, that hir misdooth or seith. But let vs passe awey fro this matere. My lord the monk,' quod he, be mery of chere; For ye shal telle a tale trewely.
3115 Lo! Rouse]chester stant heer faste by! Ryd forth, myn owen lord, brek nat our game, But, by my trewthe, I knowe nat your name, Wher I shal calle yow my lord dan Iohn, Or dan Thomas, or elles dan Albon ?
3120 Of what hous be ye, by your fader kin? I vow [in feith], thou hast a ful fair skin, It is a gentil pasture ther thou goost ; Thou art nat lyk a penaunt or a goost. Vpon my feith, thou art som officer,
3125 Som worthy sexteyn, or som celerer, For by my fader soule, as to my doom, Thou art a maister whan thou art at hoom; No poure cloisterer, ne no nouys, But a gouernour, wyly and wys.
3130 And therwithal of brawnes and of bones A wel-faring persone for the nones.'
1 E. Cp. Ln. hire nat; Hn. Cm. Pt. Hl. nat hire.