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1343 – 25 October
1400), known as the Father of English literature, is widely
considered the greatest English poet of the Middle Ages and was
the first poet to be buried in Poet's Corner of Westminster Abbey.
The Canterbury Tales is at once one of the most famous and most frustrating
works of literature ever written. Since its composition in late 1300s, critics have
continued to mine new riches from its complex ground, and started new arguments
about the text and its interpretation.
It is both one long narrative (of the pilgrims and their pilgrimage) and an
encyclopedia of shorter narratives; it is both one large drama, and a compilation of most
literary forms known to medieval literature: romance, fabliau, Breton lay, moral fable,
verse romance, beast fable, prayer to the Virgin… and so the list goes on.
No single literary genre dominates the Tales. The tales include romantic
adventures, fabliaux, saint's biographies, animal fables, religious allegories and even a
sermon, and range in tone from pious, moralistic tales to lewd and vulgar sexual farces.
About Canterbury Tales
Following the Man of Law’s Tale, the Host asks the Parson to tell
the next tale, but the Parson reproaches him for swearing, and they fall to
bickering.
The Wife of Bath’s Prologue and
Tale
In her tale, a young knight of King Arthur’s court rapes a maiden; to
atone for his crime, Arthur’s queen sends him on a quest to discover what
women want most. An ugly old woman promises the knight that she will tell
him the secret if he promises to do whatever she wants for saving his life. He
agrees, and she tells him women want control of their husbands and their own
lives. They go together to Arthur’s queen, and the old woman’s answer turns
out to be correct. The old woman then tells the knight that he must marry her.
When the knight confesses later that he is repulsed by her appearance, she
gives him a choice: she can either be ugly and faithful, or beautiful and
unfaithful. The knight tells her to make the choice herself, and she rewards him
for giving her control of the marriage by rendering herself both beautiful and
faithful.
The Friar’s Prologue and Tale
The Friar tells of an archdeacon who carries out the law without
mercy, especially to lechers. The archdeacon has a summoner who has a
network of spies working for him, to let him know who has been lecherous.
The summoner extorts money from those he’s sent to summon, charging them
more money than he should for penance. He tries to serve a summons on a
yeoman who is actually a devil in disguise. After comparing notes on their
treachery and extortion, the devil vanishes, but when the summoner tries to
prosecute an old wealthy widow unfairly, the widow cries out that the
summoner should be taken to hell. The devil follows the woman’s instructions
and drags the summoner off to hell.
The Summoner’s Prologue and Tale
His tale describes three riotous youths who go looking for Death,
thinking that they can kill him. An old man tells them that they will find
Death under a tree. Instead, they find eight bushels of gold, which they
plot to sneak into town under cover of darkness. The youngest goes into
town to fetch food and drink, but brings back poison, hoping to have the
gold all to himself. His companions kill him to enrich their own shares,
then drink the poison and die under the tree. His tale complete, the
Pardoner offers to sell the pilgrims pardons, and singles out the Host to
come kiss his relics. The Host infuriates the Pardoner by accusing him of
fraud, but the Knight persuades the two to kiss and bury their differences.
The Shipman’s Tale
In her Prologue, the Second Nun explains that she will tell a
saint’s life, that of Saint Cecilia, for this saint set an excellent example
through her good works and wise teachings. She focuses particularly
on the story of Saint Cecilia’s martyrdom. Before Cecilia’s new
husband, Valerian, can take her virginity, she sends him on a
pilgrimage to Pope Urban, who converts him to Christianity. An
angel visits Valerian, who asks that his brother Tiburce be granted
the grace of Christian conversion as well. All three—Cecilia, Tiburce,
and Valerian—are put to death by the Romans.
The Canon’s Yeoman’s Prologue and Tale
“When April comes with his sweet, fragrant showers, which pierce the dry ground of
March, and bathe every root of every plant in sweet liquid, then people desire to go on
pilgrimages." Thus begins the famous opening to The Canterbury Tales. The narrator (a
constructed version of Chaucer himself) is first discovered staying at the Tabard Inn in
Southwark (in London), when a company of twenty-nine people descend on the inn, preparing
to go on a pilgrimage to Canterbury.
The Host, whose name, we find out in the Prologue to the Cook’s
Tale, is Harry Bailey, suggests that the group ride together and entertain
one another with stories. He decides that each pilgrim will tell two stories
on the way to Canterbury and two on the way back. Whomever he judges
to be the best storyteller will receive a meal at Bailey’s tavern, courtesy of
the other pilgrims. The pilgrims draw lots and determine that the Knight
will tell the first tale.
Before the narrator goes any further in the tale, he describes the
circumstances and the social rank of each pilgrim. He describes each one in
turn, starting with the highest status individuals.
General Prologue
When the sweet showers of April have pierced to the root the
dryness of March and bathed every vein in moisture by which strength
are the flowers brought forth; when Zephyr also with his sweet breath
has given spirit to the tender new shoots in the grove and field, and the
young sun has run half his course through Aries the Ram, and little birds
make melody and sleep all night with an open eye, so nature pricks them
in their hearts; then people long to go on pilgrimages to renowned
shrines in various distant lands, and palmers to seek foreign shores. And
especially from every shire's end in England they make their way to
Canterbury, to seek the holy blessed martyr who helped them when they
were sick.
General Prologue
One day in that season, as I was waiting at the Tabard Inn at
Southwark, about to make my pilgrimage with devout heart to Canterbury, it
happened that there came at night to that inn a company of twenty-nine
various people, who by chance had joined together in fellowship. All were
pilgrims, riding to Canterbury. The chambers and the stables were spacious,
and we were lodged well. But in brief, when the sun had gone to rest, I had
spoken with every one of them and was soon a part of their company, and
agreed to rise early to take our way to where I have told you.
Nevertheless, while I have time and space, before this tale goes
further, I think it is reasonable to tell you all the qualities of each of them, as
they appeared to me, what sort of people they were, of what station and how
they were fashioned. I will begin with a knight.
General Prologue
The Knight
- described first, as befits a 'worthy man' of high status. The Knight has fought
in the Crusades in numerous countries, and always been honored for his worthiness
and courtesy. Everywhere he went, the narrator tells us, he had a 'sovereyn prys' (which
could mean either an 'outstanding reputation', or a price on his head for the fighting he
has done). The Knight is dressed in a 'fustian' tunic, made of coarse cloth, which is
stained by the rust from his coat of chainmail.
- he was truly a perfect gentle knight, he never yet spoke any discourtesy to
any living creature.
General Prologue
The Squire
The Yeoman
Prioress
The Monk
The Friar
The Merchant
- wears a forked beard, motley clothes and sat high upon his
horse. He gives his opinion very solemnly, and does excellent
business as a merchant, never being in any debt. But, the
narrator ominously remarks, 'I noot how men hym calle' (I
don't know how men call him, or think of him).
General Prologue
The Clerk
A Franklin
- travels with the Man of Law. He has a beard as white as a daisy, and of
the sanguine humour (dominated by his blood). The Franklin is a big
eater, loving a piece of bread dipped in wine, and is described (though
not literally!) as Epicurus' son: the Franklin lives for culinary delight.
His house is always full of meat pie, fish and meat, so much so that it
'snewed in his hous of mete and drynke'. He changes his meats and
drinks according to what foods are in season.
General Prologue
A Haberdasher and a Carpenter, a Weaver, a Dyer and
a Tapycer (weaver of tapestries)
A Cook
A Shipman
- from Dartmouth is next - tanned brown from the hot summer sun,
riding upon a carthorse, and wearing a gown of coarse woolen cloth
which reaches to his knees. The Shipman had, many times, drawn a
secret draught of wine on board ship, while the merchant was
asleep. The Shipman has weathered many storms, and knows his
trade: he knows the locations of all the harbors from Gotland to
Cape Finistere. His ship is called 'the Maudelayne'.
General Prologue
A Doctor of Medicine
- the next pilgrim described, clad in red and blue, and no-one in the world can
match him in speaking about medicine and surgery. He knows the cause of
every illness, what humor engenders them, and how to cure them. He is a
perfect practitioner of medicine, and he has apothecaries ready to send him
drugs and mixtures. He is well-read in the standard medical authorities,
from the Greeks right through to Chaucer's contemporary Gilbertus
Anglicus. The Doctor, however, has not studied the Bible.
- He was well grounded in astrology and loved gold above all else
General Prologue
A Parson of a Town
- although poor in goods, is rich in holy thought and work. He's a
learned man, who truly preaches Christ's gospel, and devoutly
teaches his parishioners. He travels across his big parish to visit all
of his parishioners, on his feet, carrying a staff in his hand. He is a
noble example to his parishioners ('his sheep', as they are
described) because he acts first, and preaches second (or, in
Chaucer's phrase, 'first he wroghte, and afterward he taughte'). The
narrator believes that there is no better priest to be found
anywhere.
General Prologue
Plowman
A Miller
- He is big-boned and has big muscles, and always wins the prize in
wrestling matches. There's not a door that he couldn't lift off its
hinges, or break it by running at it head-first. He has black, wide
nostrils, carries a sword and a buckler (shield) by his side, a wart on
the tip of his noes and has a mouth like a great furnace. He's good at
stealing corn and taking payment for it three times. But then, Chaucer
implies, there are no honest millers.
- He was also described as a teller of dirty stories and it was mostly of
sin and obscenity
General Prologue
A noble Manciple
The Reeve
The Summoner
- his face fire-red and pimpled, with narrow eyes. He has a skin disease
across his black brows, and his beard (which has hair falling out of it)
and he is extremely lecherous. There is, the narrator tells us, no
ointment or cure, or help him to remove his pimples. He loves
drinking wine which is as 'reed as blood', when he’s drunk he would
cry out mad and speak nothing but Latin words and he loves eating
leeks, onions and garlic. He knows how to trick someone.
General Prologue
Pardoner
- What the Host describes is a tale-telling game, in which each pilgrim shall tell two
tales on the way to Canterbury, and two more on the way home; whoever tells the
tale 'of best sentence and moost solas' shall have supper at the cost of all of the
other pilgrims, back at the Inn, once the pilgrimage returns from Canterbury. The
pilgrims agree to the Host's suggestion, and agree to accord to the Host's judgment
as master of the tale-telling game. Everyone then goes to bed.
General Prologue
The Narrator
"Gentle people," said he, "please listen now, but take it not, I pray
you, disdainfully. To speak briefly and plainly, this is the point, that
each of you for pastime shall tell two tales in this journey to
Canterbury, and two others on the way home, of things that have
happened in the past. And whichever of you bears himself best, that
is to say, that tells now tales most instructive and delighting, shall
have a supper at the expense of us all, sitting here in this place,
beside this post, when we come back from Canterbury. And to add
to your sport I will gladly go with you at my own cost, and be your
guide. And whoever opposes my judgment shall pay all that we
spend on the way. If you agree that this will be so, tell me now,
without more words, and without delay I will plan for that."
General Prologue
When this good man saw it was so, as one discreet and
obedient to his free promise he said, "Since I begin the game, what, in
God's name, welcome be the cut! Now let us ride on, and listen to
what I say." And at that word we rode forth on our journey. And he
soon began his tale with a cheerful spirit, and spoke in this way.
The Knight’s Tale
Cast of Characters
(I)
- The Knight begins his tale with the story of
Theseus, a prince, who married Hippolyta, the
queen of Scythia, and brought her and her sister,
Emelye, back to Athens with him after
conquering her kingdom of Amazons.
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What with his wisdom and his
Once on a time, as old tales chivalry
tell to us, He gained the realm of
There was a duke whose Femininity,
name was Theseus: That was of old time known as
Of Athens he was lord and Scythia.
governor, There wedded he the queen,
And in his time was such a Hippolyta,
conqueror And brought her home with
That greater was there not him to his country.
beneath the sun. In glory great and with great
Full many a rich country had pageantry,
he won; And, too, her younger sister,
Emily.
The Knight’s Tale
PALAMON:
"Cousin, indeed in this opinion now
Your fancy is but vanity, I trow.
It's not our prison that caused me to cry.
But I was wounded lately through the eye
Down to my heart, and that my bane will be.
The beauty of the lady that I see
There in that garden, pacing to and fro,
Is cause of all my crying and my woe.
I know not if she's woman or goddess;
But Venus she is verily, I guess."
The Knight’s Tale
ARCITE:
“The virgin beauty slays me suddenly
Of her that wanders yonder in that place;
And save I have her pity and her grace,
That I at least may see her day by day,
I am but dead; there is no more to say."
The Knight’s Tale
(II)
Two years passed. After spending two years in Thebes,
one night Arcite dreamt that he saw the god Mercury standing
before him, bidding him to be free of hope and care, and telling
him to go to Athens to relieve his grief. Arcite decided to disguise
himself, return to Athens and pass unknown.
Arriving at the court, Arcite offered his services, and took a
post with Emelye's steward under the name of Philostratus. Arcite
worked as a page in Emelye's house and was so well loved that
Theseus soon made him squire of his chamber.
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They returned the next day armed for battle. At the same
time, and in the same place, Theseus, Hippolyta and Emelye were
out hunting, and, reaching the area where Arcite and Palamon
were fighting, Theseus stopped the battle. Palamon told Theseus
that Arcite is the man who was banished (and that he has
returned, disguised as Philostratus), while he himself is the
escaped prisoner. He also told Theseus that both men love
Emelye. Theseus ordered the death of both, but the queen and
Emelye took pity on the two men, and begged Theseus for mercy.
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(III)
Theseus commissioned the building of a stadium
a mile in circumference for the duel between Arcite and
Palamon. This stadium was opulent, featuring carvings
and portraits as well as temples honoring Mars, Diana
and Venus. When the day of the duel approached,
Palamon brought Lycurgus, the king of Thrace, to fight
with him, while Arcite brought Emetreus, the king of
India.
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PALAMON’s prayer to VENUS: My heart, and seest all the ills I feel,
"Fairest of fair, O lady mine, Venus, Consider and have ruth upon my sore
Daughter of Jove and spouse to Vulcanus, As truly as I shall, for evermore,
Thou gladdener of the Mount of Well as I may, thy one true servant be,
Citheron, And wage a war henceforth on chastity.
By that great love thou borest to Adon, If thou wilt help , thus do I make my vow,
Have pity on my bitter tears that smart To boast of knightly skill I care not now,
And hear my humble prayer within thy Nor do I ask tomorrow's victory,
heart. Nor any such renown, nor vain glory
Alas! I have no words in which to tell Of prize of arms, blown before lord and
The effect of all the torments of my hell; churl,
My heavy heart its evils can't bewray; But I would have possession of one girl,
I'm so confused I can find naught to say. Of Emily, and die in thy service;
But mercy, lady bright, that knowest well
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EMILY’S prayer to DIANA: That on Actaeon fell so cruelly.
Chaste goddess, well indeed thou
"O thou chaste goddess of the knowest that I
wildwood green, Desire to be a virgin all my life,
By whom all heaven and earth and Nor ever wish to be man's love or
sea are seen, wife.
Queen of the realm of Pluto, dark I am, thou know'st, yet of thy
and low, company,
Goddess of maidens, that my heart A maid, who loves the hunt and
dost know venery,
For all my years, and knowest what I And to go rambling in the
desire, greenwood wild,
Oh, save me from thy vengeance And not to be a wife and be with
and thine ire child.
. I do not crave the company of man
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ARCITA’S prayer to MARS: I must by prowess win her in this
I'm young, and little skilled, as place;
And well I know, too, without help
knowest thou, and grace
With love more hurt and much Of thee, my human strength shall
more broken now not avail
Than ever living creature was, Then help me, lord, tomorrow not to
I'm sure; fail,
For she who makes me all this For sake of that same fire that once
burned thee,
woe endure, The which consuming fire so now
Whether I float or sink cares burns me;
not at all, And grant, tomorrow, I have
And ere she'll hear with mercy victory.
when I call,
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(IV) BATTLE:
Duke Theseus ordered that, during the war between the
two sides, nobody would suffer a mortal blow. If an opponent was
overcome, he was to leave the battle. The people raised their
voices in exultation. The two armies were equal in prowess, age
and nobility, and Arcite pursued Palamon viciously, and Palamon
returned with equal severity. But Emetreus seized Palamon and
pierced him with his sword. In the attempt to rescue Palamon,
King Lycurgus was struck down, and then Emetreus himself was
wounded. Theseus declared that Arcite had won.
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AURELIUS:
Unto his purpose drew Aurelius, My guerdon is the breaking of my
And when he saw his time heart;
addressed her thus: Madam, have pity on my pains that
"Madam," said he, "by God Who this smart;
world made, For with a word you may slay me or
So that I knew it might your sad save,
heart aid, Here at your feet would God I found
I would, that day when your my grave!
Arviragus Time to say more, at present naught
Went overseas, that I, Aurelius, have I;
Had gone whence never I should Have mercy, sweet, or you will
come again; make me die!"
For well I know. service is in vain.
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For comfort in this long time In breast he kept more secret his
idea
had he none,
Than did Pamphilius for Galatea.
Save from his brother, who His breast was whole, with no
was a good clerk; wound to be seen,
He knew of all this woe and all But in his heart there was the arrow
this work. keen.
For to no other human, 'tis And well you know that of a
sursanure
certain,
In surgery is difficult the cure,
Dared he his cause of illness to Unless they find the dart or take it
explain. out.
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Aurelius leapt down from his horse, and went with this man to
his house, where he fed them and showed them wondrous illusions of
various kinds. The man eventually agreed to remove the rocks from the
coast for a thousand pounds.
The next morning, having stayed at the man’s house, they
travelled to Brittany, where, by illusion, the man made it so that, for a
week or two, it would appear that the rocks had vanished.
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AURELIUS:
"To love me best, God knows you
He took his leave, and she
promised so, astounded stood,
Howe'er I may unworthy be thereto. In all her face there was no drop
Madam, I say it for your honour's vow of blood;
More than to save my heart's dear life
She never thought to have
right now;
I have done all that you commanded come in such a trap.
me; "Alas!" said she, "that ever this
And if you will, you may well go and should hap!
see. For thought I never, by
Do as you please, but hold your word
in mind, possibility,
For quick or dead, as you do, me you'll That such prodigious marvel
find; e'er might be!
In you lies all, to make me live or die, It is against the way of all
But well I know the rocks are vanished,
aye!"
nature."
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Arvigarus was out of town, and Dorigen was overcome with grief,
realizing that she must forfeit either her body or her reputation. She
thought about the numerous instances in which a faithful wife or a
maiden destroyed herself rather than submitting herself to another. She
cited the maidens of Lacedaemon who chose to be slain rather than
defiled, Hasdrubal's wife, who committed suicide during the siege of
Carthage, and Lucrece, who did the same when Tarquin took her by force.
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Nevertheless, I would far
DORIGEN:
rather lose
"Of thee," she cried, "O
My life than of my body
Fortune, I complain,
come to shame,
That, unaware, I'm bound
Or know myself untrue, or
within thy chain;
lose my name;
From which to go, I know
By death I know it well, I
of no succour
may be freed;
Save only death, or else my
Has there not many a
dishonour;
noble wife, indeed,
One of these two I am
And many a maiden slain
compelled to choose.
herself- alas!-
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ARVIRAGUS:
"Yea, wife," said he, "let
This husband, with glad
sleep what's lying still;
cheer, in friendly wise,
It may be well with us,
Answered and said as I
perchance, today.
shall you apprise:
But you your word shall
"Is there naught else, my
hold to, by my fay!
Dorigen, than this?"
As God may truly mercy
"Nay, nay," said she, "God
have on me,
help me, as it is
Wounded to death right
This is too much, though it
now I'd rather be,
were God's own will."
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AURELIUS:
And shame all of my kindred in
"Alas!" cried he, "Alas! that I did
this place,
state
Unless I gain of him some better
I'd pay fine gold a thousand
grace.
pounds by weight
And so I'll go to him and try,
To this philosopher! What shall I
today,
do?
On certain dates, from year to
I see no better than I'm ruined
year, to pay,
too.
And thank him for his princely
All of my heritage I needs must
courtesy;
sell
For I will keep my word, and I'll
And be a beggar; here I cannot
not lie."
dwell
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