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                    You say the very truth; this Monk he chatters noisily.

The Prologue of the Nun's Priest's 2782         He spak how Fortune covered with a clowde
Tale.                     He spoke of how Fortune covered with a cloud
2783         I noot nevere what; and als of a tragedie
                    I know not what; and also of a tragedy
The Prologue of the Nonnes Preestes Tale. 2784         Right now ye herde, and pardee, no remedie
                    Just now you heard, and by God, no remedy
  2785         It is for to biwaille ne compleyne
                    Is it to bewail or lament
2767         "Hoo!" quod the Knyght, "good sire, namoore of this! 2786         That that is doon, and als it is a peyne,
                    "Whoa!" said the Knight, "good sire, no more of this!                     That which is done, and also it is a pain,
2768         That ye han seyd is right ynough, ywis, 2787         As ye han seyd, to heere of hevynesse.
                    What you have said is quite enough, indeed,                     As you have said, to hear of sadness.
2769         And muchel moore; for litel hevynesse 2788         "Sire Monk, namoore of this, so God yow blesse!
                    And much more; for a little sadness                     "Sir Monk, no more of this, as God may you bless!
2770         Is right ynough to muche folk, I gesse. 2789         Youre tale anoyeth al this compaignye.
                    Is quite enough for many people, I guess.                     Your tale annoys all this company.
2771         I seye for me, it is a greet disese, 2790         Swich talkyng is nat worth a boterflye,
                    I say for myself, it is a great distress,                     Such talking is not worth a butterfly,
2772         Whereas men han been in greet welthe and ese, 2791         For therinne is ther no desport ne game.
                    When men have been in great wealth and ease,                     For in it there is no pleasure nor amusement.
2773         To heeren of hire sodeyn fal, allas! 2792         Wherfore, sire Monk, daun Piers by youre name,
                    To hear of their sudden fall, alas!                     Therefore, Sir Monk, dan Piers by your name,
2774         And the contrarie is joye and greet solas, 2793         I pray yow hertely telle us somwhat elles;
                    And the contrary is joy and great comfort,                     I pray yow earnestly tell us something else;
2775         As whan a man hath been in povre estaat, 2794         For sikerly, nere clynkyng of youre belles
                    As when a man has been in a poor condition,                     For truly, were it not for the clinking of your bells
2776         And clymbeth up and wexeth fortunat, 2795         That on youre bridel hange on every syde,
                    And climbs up and becomes fortunate,                     That on your bridle hang on every side,
2777         And there abideth in prosperitee. 2796         By hevene kyng that for us alle dyde,
                    And there remains in prosperity.                     By heaven's King who for us all died,
2778         Swich thyng is gladsom, as it thynketh me, 2797         I sholde er this han fallen doun for sleep,
                    Such a thing is pleasing, as it seems to me,                     I should before this have fallen down because of
2779         And of swich thyng were goodly for to telle." sleepiness,
                    And of such a thing it would be good to tell." 2798         Althogh the slough had never been so deep;
2780         "Ye," quod oure Hooste, "by Seint Poules belle!                     Although the mud had never been so deep;
                    "Yea," said our Host, "by Saint Paul's bell! 2799         Thanne hadde your tale al be toold in veyn.
2781         Ye seye right sooth; this Monk he clappeth lowde.                     Then had your tale been told all in vain.
2800         For certeinly, as that thise clerkes seyn,                     And right away his tale he has begun,
                    For certainly, as these clerks say, 2819         And thus he seyde unto us everichon,
2801         Whereas a man may have noon audience,                     And thus he said unto us every one,
                    Where a man may have no hearers, 2820         This sweete preest, this goodly man sir John.
2802         Noght helpeth it to tellen his sentence.                     This sweet priest, this goodly man sir John.
                    It is no use to tell his opinion.
2803         "And wel I woot the substance is in me,
                    "And well I know the capacity of appreciation is in me,  
2804         If any thyng shal wel reported be.
                    If any thing shall be well told.
2805         Sir, sey somwhat of huntyng, I yow preye."  
                    Sir, say something about hunting, I you pray."
2806         "Nay," quod this Monk, "I have no lust to pleye.
                    "Nay," said this Monk, "I have no desire to play. The Nun's Priest's Tale.
2807         Now lat another telle, as I have toold."
                    Now let another tell, as I have told."  
2808         Thanne spak oure Hoost with rude speche and boold,
                    Then spoke oure Host with rude speech and bold,
2809         And seyde unto the Nonnes Preest anon, Heere bigynneth the Nonnes Preestes Tale of the Cok and Hen,
                    And said unto the Nun's Priest straightway, Chauntecleer and Pertelote
2810         "Com neer, thou preest, com hyder, thou sir John!
                    "Come near, thou priest, come hither, thou sir John!  
2811         Telle us swich thyng as may oure hertes glade.
                    Tell us such thing as may our hearts gladden. 2821         A povre wydwe, somdeel stape in age,
2812         Be blithe, though thou ryde upon a jade.                       A poor widow, somewhat advanced in age,
                    Be happy, though thou ride upon a nag. 2822         Was whilom dwellyng in a narwe cotage,
2813         What thogh thyn hors be bothe foul and lene?                       Was once dwelling in a small cottage,
                    What if thy horse be both poor and lean? 2823         Biside a grove, stondynge in a dale.
2814         If he wol serve thee, rekke nat a bene.                       Beside a grove, standing in a dale.
                    If he will serve thee, care not a bean. 2824         This wydwe, of which I telle yow my tale,
2815         Looke that thyn herte be murie everemo."                       This widow, of whom I tell you my tale,
                    See that thy heart be merry evermore." 2825         Syn thilke day that she was last a wyf
2816         "Yis, sir," quod he, "yis, Hoost, so moot I go,                       Since that same day that she was last a wife
                    "Yes indeed, sir," said he, "yes indeed, Host, as I may I 2826         In pacience ladde a ful symple lyf,
prosper,                       In patience led a very simple life,
2817         But I be myrie, ywis I wol be blamed." 2827         For litel was hir catel and hir rente.
                    Unless I be merry, indeed I will be blamed."                       For little was her possessions and her income.
2818         And right anon his tale he hath attamed, 2828         By housbondrie of swich as God hire sente
                      By husbandry of such as God sent her 2847         A yeerd she hadde, enclosed al aboute
2829         She foond hirself and eek hir doghtren two.                       She had a yard, enclosed all around
                      She provided for herself and also her two daughters. 2848         With stikkes, and a drye dych withoute,
2830         Thre large sowes hadde she, and namo,                       With sticks, and a dry ditch outside it,
                      She had three large sows, and no more, 2849         In which she hadde a cok, hight Chauntecleer.
2831         Three keen, and eek a sheep that highte Malle.                       In which she had a cock, called Chauntecleer.
                      Three cows, and also a sheep that is called Malle. 2850         In al the land, of crowyng nas his peer.
2832         Ful sooty was hire bour and eek hir halle,                       In all the land, there was not his peer in crowing.
                      Full sooty was her bedchamber and also her hall, 2851         His voys was murier than the murie orgon
2833         In which she eet ful many a sklendre meel.                       His voice was merrier than the merry organ
                      In which she ate very many a scanty meal. 2852         On messe-dayes that in the chirche gon.
2834         Of poynaunt sauce hir neded never a deel.                       That goes in the church on mass-days.
                      She needed not a bit of spicy sauce. 2853         Wel sikerer was his crowyng in his logge
2835         No deyntee morsel passed thurgh hir throte;                       Well more accurate was his crowing in his lodge
                      No dainty morsel passed through her throat; 2854         Than is a clokke or an abbey orlogge.
2836         Hir diete was accordant to hir cote.                       Than is a clock or an abbey timepiece.
                      Her diet was such as her farm produced. 2855         By nature he knew ech ascencioun
2837         Repleccioun ne made hire nevere sik;                       By nature he knew (the hour of) each ascension
                      Overeating never made her sick; 2856         Of the equynoxial in thilke toun;
2838         Attempree diete was al hir phisik,                       Of the celestial equator in that same town;
                      Moderate diet was all her medical treatment, 2857         For whan degrees fiftene weren ascended,
2839         And exercise, and hertes suffisaunce.                       For when degrees fifteen were ascended,
                      And exercise, and a contented heart. 2858         Thanne crew he that it myghte nat been amended.
2840         The goute lette hire nothyng for to daunce,                       Then he crowed so that it could not be improved.
                      The gout not at all prevented her from dancing, 2859         His coomb was redder than the fyn coral,
2841         N' apoplexie shente nat hir heed.                       His comb was redder than the fine coral,
                      And apoplexy harmed not her head. 2860         And batailled as it were a castel wal;
2842         No wyn ne drank she, neither whit ne reed;                       And notched with battlements as if it were a castle wall;
                      No wine she drank, neither white nor red;
2843         Hir bord was served moost with whit and blak -- 2861         His byle was blak, and as the jeet it shoon;
                      Her board was provided mostly with white and black --                       His bill was black, and it shone like the jet stone;
2844         Milk and broun breed, in which she foond no lak, 2862         Lyk asure were his legges and his toon;
                      Milk and dark bread, in which she found no lack,                       Like azure were his legs and his toes;
2845         Seynd bacoun, and somtyme an ey or tweye, 2863         His nayles whitter than the lylye flour,
                      Broiled bacon, and sometimes an egg or two,                       His nails whiter than the lily flour,
2846         For she was, as it were, a maner deye. 2864         And lyk the burned gold was his colour.
                      For she was, as it were, a sort of dairywoman.                       And like the burnished gold was his color.
2865         This gentil cok hadde in his governaunce
                      This gentle cock had in his governance 2884         Sat on his perche, that was in the halle,
2866         Sevene hennes for to doon al his plesaunce,                       Sat on his perch, that was in the hall,
                      Seven hens to do all his pleasure, 2885         And next hym sat this faire Pertelote,
2867         Whiche were his sustres and his paramours,                       And next to him sat this faire Pertelote,
                      Which were his sisters and his concubines, 2886         This Chauntecleer gan gronen in his throte,
2868         And wonder lyk to hym, as of colours;                       This Chauntecleer began to groan in his throat,
                      And wonderfully like him, in their colors; 2887         As man that in his dreem is drecched soore.
2869         Of whiche the faireste hewed on hir throte                       As one that in his dream is deeply troubled.
                      Of which the fairest colored on her throat 2888         And whan that Pertelote thus herde hym roore,
2870         Was cleped faire damoysele Pertelote.                       And when Pertelote thus heard him roar,
                      Was called fair demoiselle Pertelote. 2889         She was agast and seyde, "Herte deere,
2871         Curteys she was, discreet, and debonaire,                       She was aghast and said, "Dear heart,
                      Courteous she was, discreet, and gracious, 2890         What eyleth yow, to grone in this manere?
2872         And compaignable, and bar hyrself so faire                       What ails you, to groan in this manner?
                      And companionable, and bore herself so fair 2891         Ye been a verray sleper; fy, for shame!"
2873         Syn thilke day that she was seven nyght oold                       You are a true (sound) sleeper; fie, for shame!"
                      Since that same day that she was seven nights old 2892         And he answerde, and seyde thus: "Madame,
2874         That trewely she hath the herte in hoold                       And he answered, and said thus: "Madame,
                      That truly she has in possession the heart 2893         I pray yow that ye take it nat agrief.
2875         Of Chauntecleer, loken in every lith;                       I pray you that you take it not amiss.
                      Of Chauntecleer, locked in every limb (completely); 2894         By God, me mette I was in swich meschief
2876         He loved hire so that wel was hym therwith.                       By God, I dreamed I was in such mischief
                      He loved her so that well was him because of that. 2895         Right now that yet myn herte is soore afright.
2877         But swich a joye was it to here hem synge,                       Right now that yet my heart is grievously frightened.
                      But such a joy it was to hear them sing, 2896         Now God," quod he, "my swevene recche aright,
2878         Whan that the brighte sonne gan to sprynge,                       Now God," said he, "interpret my dream correctly,
                      When the bright sun began to spring, 2897         And kepe my body out of foul prisoun!
2879         In sweete accord, "My lief is faren in londe!" --                       And keep my body out of foul prison!
                      In sweet accord, "My love has gone to the country!" -- 2898         Me mette how that I romed up and doun
2880         For thilke tyme, as I have understonde,                       I dreamed how I roamed up and down
                      For in that same time, as I have understood, 2899         Withinne our yeerd, wheer as I saugh a beest
2881         Beestes and briddes koude speke and synge.                       Within our yard, where I saw a beast
                      Beasts and birds could speak and sing. 2900         Was lyk an hound, and wolde han maad areest
                      Was like a hound, and would have seized
2882         And so bifel that in a dawenynge, 2901         Upon my body, and wolde han had me deed.
                      And so befell that in a dawning,                       Upon my body, and would have had me dead.
2883         As Chauntecleer among his wyves alle 2902         His colour was bitwixe yelow and reed,
                      As Chauntecleer among all his wives                       His color was between yellow and red,
2903         And tipped was his tayl and bothe his eeris                       Alas! And can you be frightened of dreams?
                      And tipped was his tail and both his ears 2922         Nothyng, God woot, but vanitee in sweven is.
2904         With blak, unlyk the remenant of his heeris;                       Nothing, God knows, but foolishness is in dreams.
                      With black, unlike the rest of his hair; 2923         Swevenes engendren of replecciouns,
2905         His snowte smal, with glowynge eyen tweye.                       Dreams are produced by overeating,
                      His snout small, with two glowing eyes. 2924         And ofte of fume and of complecciouns,
2906         Yet of his look for feere almoost I deye;                       And often by stomach vapors and by the mixture of
                      Yet for fear of his look I almost die; bodily humors,
2907         This caused me my gronyng, doutelees." 2925         Whan humours been to habundant in a wight.
                      This caused my groaning, doubtless."                       When humors are too abundant in a person.
2926         Certes this dreem, which ye han met to-nyght,
2908         "Avoy!" quod she, "fy on yow, hertelees!                       Certainly this dream, which you have dreamed to-night,
                      "Shame!" said she, "fie on you, coward! 2927         Cometh of the greete superfluytee
2909         Allas," quod she, "for, by that God above,                       Comes of the great superfluity
                      Alas," said she, "for, by that God above, 2928         Of youre rede colera, pardee,
2910         Now han ye lost myn herte and al my love!                       Of your red choleric humor, indeed,
                      Now have you lost my heart and all my love! 2929         Which causeth folk to dreden in hir dremes
2911         I kan nat love a coward, by my feith!                       Which causes folk in their dreams to be afraid
                      I can not love a coward, by my faith! 2930         Of arwes, and of fyr with rede lemes,
2912         For certes, what so any womman seith,                       Of arrows, and of fire with red flames,
                      For certainly, whatever any woman says, 2931         Of rede beestes, that they wol hem byte,
2913         We alle desiren, if it myghte bee,                       Of red beasts, (fearing) that they will bite them,
                      We all desire, if it might be, 2932         Of contek, and of whelpes, grete and lyte;
2914         To han housbondes hardy, wise, and free,                       Of strife, and of dogs, big and little;
                      To have husbands hardy, wise, and generous, 2933         Right as the humour of malencolie
2915         And secree -- and no nygard, ne no fool,                       Right as the humor of melancholy
                      And secret -- and no miser, nor no fool, 2934         Causeth ful many a man in sleep to crie
2916         Ne hym that is agast of every tool,                       Causes very many a man in sleep to cry
                      Nor him who is afraid of every weapon, 2935         For feere of blake beres, or boles blake,
2917         Ne noon avauntour, by that God above!                       For fear of black bears, or black bulls,
                      Nor any boaster, by that God above! 2936         Or elles blake develes wole hem take.
2918         How dorste ye seyn, for shame, unto youre love                       Or else black devils will take them.
                      How dare you say, for shame, unto your love 2937         Of othere humours koude I telle also
2919         That any thyng myghte make yow aferd?                       Of other humors could I tell also
                      That any thing might make you afraid? 2938         That werken many a man sleep ful wo;
2920         Have ye no mannes herte, and han a berd?                       That cause many a man much woe (in) sleep;
                      Have you no man's heart, and have a beard? 2939         But I wol passe as lightly as I kan.
2921         Allas! And konne ye been agast of swevenys?                       But I will pass over as lightly as I can.
2958         And if it do, I dar wel leye a grote,
2940         "Lo Catoun, which that was so wys a man,                       And if there be an excess, I dare well bet four pence,
                      "Lo Cato, who was so wise a man, 2959         That ye shul have a fevere terciane,
2941         Seyde he nat thus, `Ne do no fors of dremes'?                       That you shall have a fever recurring every three days,
                      Said he not thus, `Attach no importance to dreams'? 2960         Or an agu that may be youre bane.
                      Or an ague that may be your death.
2942         "Now sire," quod she, "whan we flee fro the bemes, 2961         A day or two ye shul have digestyves
                      "Now sir," said she, "when we fly from the beams,                       A day or two you shall have digestives
2943         For Goddes love, as taak som laxatyf. 2962         Of wormes, er ye take youre laxatyves
                      For God's love, take some laxative.                       Of worms, before you take your laxatives
2944         Up peril of my soule and of my lyf, 2963         Of lawriol, centaure, and fumetere,
                      Upon peril of my soul and of my life,                       Of spurge laurel, centaury, and fumitory,
2945         I conseille yow the beste -- I wol nat lye -- 2964         Or elles of ellebor, that groweth there,
                      I counsel you the best -- I will not lie --                       Or else of hellebore, that grows there,
2946         That bothe of colere and of malencolye 2965         Of katapuce, or of gaitrys beryis,
                      That both of choler and of melancholy                       Of caper-spurge, or of rhamus,
2947         Ye purge yow; and for ye shal nat tarie, 2966         Of herbe yve, growyng in oure yeerd, ther mery is;
                      You purge yourself; and so that you shall not delay,                       Of ground ivy, growing in our yard, where it is pleasant;
2948         Though in this toun is noon apothecarie,
                      Though in this town is no apothecary, 2967         Pekke hem up right as they growe and ete hem yn.
2949         I shal myself to herbes techen yow                       Peck them up right as they grow and eat them in.
                      I shall myself guide you to herbs 2968         Be myrie, housbonde, for youre fader kyn!
2950         That shul been for youre hele and for youre prow;                       Be merry, husband, for your father's kin!
                      That shall be for your health and for your benefit; 2969         Dredeth no dreem; I kan sey yow namoore."
2951         And in oure yeerd tho herbes shal I fynde                       Dread no dream; I can say you no more."
                      And in our yard I shall find those herbs
2952         The whiche han of hire propretee by kynde 2970         "Madame," quod he, "graunt mercy of youre loore.
                      The which by nature have the power                       "Madame," said he, "great thanks for your learning.
2953         To purge yow bynethe and eek above. 2971         But nathelees, as touchyng daun Catoun,
                      To purge you beneath and also above.                       But nonetheless, as touching dan Cato,
2954         Foryet nat this, for Goddes owene love! 2972         That hath of wysdom swich a greet renoun,
                      Forget not this, for God's own love!                       That has of wisdom such a great renown,
2955         Ye been ful coleryk of compleccioun; 2973         Though that he bad no dremes for to drede,
                      You are dominated by the choleric humor;                       Though he commanded (us) to dread no dreams,
2956         Ware the sonne in his ascencioun 2974         By God, men may in olde bookes rede
                      Beware the sun when it is high in the sky                       By God, men may in old books read
2957         Ne fynde yow nat repleet of humours hoote. 2975         Of many a man moore of auctorite
                      And do not find yourself with an excess of hot humors.                       Of many a man of more authority
2976         Than evere Caton was, so moot I thee,                       And each of them goes to his hostelry,
                      Than Cato ever was, as I may prosper, 2995         And took his loggyng as it wolde falle.
2977         That al the revers seyn of this sentence,                       And took his lodging as it would befall.
                      Who say all the reverse of this sentence, 2996         That oon of hem was logged in a stalle,
2978         And han wel founden by experience                       The one of them was lodged in a stall,
                      And have well found by experience 2997         Fer in a yeerd, with oxen of the plough;
2979         That dremes been significaciouns                       Far in a yard, with oxen of the plough;
                      That dreams are significations 2998         That oother man was logged wel ynough,
2980         As wel of joye as of tribulaciouns                       That other man was lodged well enough,
                      As well of joy as of tribulations 2999         As was his aventure or his fortune,
2981         That folk enduren in this lif present.                       As was his adventure or his fortune,
                      That folk endure in this present life. 3000         That us governeth alle as in commune.
2982         Ther nedeth make of this noon argument;                       Which us governs all in common.
                      There need be no argument about this;
2983         The verray preeve sheweth it in dede. 3001         "And so bifel that, longe er it were day,
                      The proof itself shows it in the deed.                       "And it so befell that, long before it was day,
3002         This man mette in his bed, ther as he lay,
2984         "Oon of the gretteste auctour that men rede                       This man dreamed in his bed, where he lay,
                      "One of the greatest author that men read 3003         How that his felawe gan upon hym calle,
2985         Seith thus: that whilom two felawes wente                       How his fellow began to call upon him,
                      Says thus: that once two fellows went 3004         And seyde, `Allas, for in an oxes stalle
2986         On pilgrimage, in a ful good entente,                       And said, `Alas, for in an oxen's stall
                      On pilgrimage, with a very good intention, 3005         This nyght I shal be mordred ther I lye!
2987         And happed so, they coomen in a toun                       This night I shall be murdered where I lie!
                      And it so happened, they came in a town 3006         Now help me, deere brother, or I dye.
2988         Wher as ther was swich congregacioun                       Now help me, dear brother, or I die.
                      Where there was such a gathering 3007         In alle haste com to me!' he sayde.
2989         Of peple, and eek so streit of herbergage,                       In all haste come to me!' he said.
                      Of people, and also such a scantiness of lodging, 3008         This man out of his sleep for feere abrayde;
2990         That they ne founde as muche as o cotage                       This man out of his sleep for fear awakened suddenly;
                      That they found not so much as one cottage 3009         But whan that he was wakened of his sleep,
2991         In which they bothe myghte ylogged bee.                       But when he was wakened of his sleep,
                      In which they both might be lodged. 3010         He turned hym and took of this no keep.
2992         Wherfore they mosten of necessitee,                       He turned himself and took no heed of this.
                      Therefore they must of necessity, 3011         Hym thoughte his dreem nas but a vanitee.
2993         As for that nyght, departen compaignye;                       He thought his dream was nothing but a fantasy.
                      For that night, part company; 3012         Thus twies in his slepyng dremed hee;
2994         And ech of hem gooth to his hostelrye,                       Thus twice in his sleeping he dreamed;
3013         And atte thridde tyme yet his felawe                       As soon as it was day he went out of the town.'
                      And at third time yet his fellow
3014         Cam, as hym thoughte, and seide, `I am now slawe. 3032         "This man gan fallen in suspecioun,
                      Came, as it seemed to him, and said, `I am now slain.                       "This man began to fall in suspicion,
3015         Bihoold my bloody woundes depe and wyde! 3033         Remembrynge on his dremes that he mette,
                      Behold my bloody wounds deep and wide!                       Remembering his dreams that he dreamed,
3016         Arys up erly in the morwe tyde, 3034         And forth he gooth -- no lenger wolde he lette --
                      Arise up early in the morning time,                       And forth he goes -- no longer would he delay --
3017         And at the west gate of the toun,' quod he, 3035         Unto the west gate of the toun, and fond
                      And at the west gate of the town,' he said,                       Unto the west gate of the town, and found
3018         `A carte ful of dong ther shaltow se, 3036         A dong-carte, wente as it were to donge lond,
                      `A cart full of dung there shalt thou see,                       A dung-cart, which went as if it were to dung land,
3019         In which my body is hid ful prively; 3037         That was arrayed in that same wise
                      In which my body is hid very secretly;                       That was drawn up in that same manner
3020         Do thilke carte arresten boldely. 3038         As ye han herd the dede man devyse.
                      Have that same cart immediately seized.                       As you have heard the dead man tell.
3021         My gold caused my mordre, sooth to sayn,' 3039         And with an hardy herte he gan to crye
                      My gold caused my murder, to say the truth,'                       And with a hardy heart he began to cry for
3022         And tolde hym every point how he was slayn, 3040         Vengeance and justice of this felonye:
                      And told him in full detail how he was slain,                       Vengeance and justice of this felony:
3023         With a ful pitous face, pale of hewe. 3041         `My felawe mordred is this same nyght,
                      With a very piteous face, pale of hue.                       `My fellow is murdered this same night,
3024         And truste wel, his dreem he foond ful trewe, 3042         And in this carte he lith gapyng upright.
                      And trust well, his dream he found very true,                       And in this cart he lies gaping upright.
3025         For on the morwe, as soone as it was day, 3043         I crye out on the ministres,' quod he,
                      For on the morrow, as soon as it was day,                       I cry out on the officials,' said he,
3026         To his felawes in he took the way; 3044         `That sholden kepe and reulen this citee.
                      To his fellow's inn he took the way;                       `Who should guard and rule this city.
3027         And whan that he cam to this oxes stalle, 3045         Harrow! Allas! Heere lith my felawe slayn!'
                      And when he came to this oxen's stall,                       Help! Alas! Here lies my fellow slain!'
3028         After his felawe he bigan to calle. 3046         What sholde I moore unto this tale sayn?
                      After his fellow he began to call.                       What should I more unto this tale say?
3047         The peple out sterte and caste the cart to grounde,
3029         "The hostiler answerede hym anon,                       The people rushed out and cast the cart to ground,
                    "The innkeeper answered him straightway, 3048         And in the myddel of the dong they founde
3030         And seyde, `Sire, your felawe is agon.                       And in the middle of the dung they found
                      And said, `Sir, your fellow is gone. 3049         The dede man, that mordred was al newe.
3031         As soone as day he wente out of the toun.'                       The dead man, who was just recently murdered.
3068         For certeyn cause, into a fer contree,
3050         "O blisful God, that art so just and trewe,                       For a certain reason, into a far country,
                      "O blissful God, that art so just and true, 3069         If that the wynd ne hadde been contrarie,
3051         Lo, how that thou biwreyest mordre alway!                       If that the wind had not been contrary,
                      Lo, how thou always reveal murder! 3070         That made hem in a citee for to tarie
3052         Mordre wol out; that se we day by day.                       That made them to tarry in a city
                      Murder will out; we see that day by day. 3071         That stood ful myrie upon an haven-syde;
3053         Mordre is so wlatsom and abhomynable                       That stood very merrily upon an haven-side;
                      Murder is so disgusting and abominable 3072         But on a day, agayn the even-tyde,
3054         To God, that is so just and resonable,                       But on a day, toward the evening time,
                      To God, who is so just and reasonable, 3073         The wynd gan chaunge, and blew right as hem leste.
3055         That he ne wol nat suffre it heled be,                       The wind began to change, and blew exactly as they
                      That He will not suffer it to be hidden, desired.
3056         Though it abyde a yeer, or two, or thre. 3074         Jolif and glad they wente unto hir reste,
                      Though it may wait a year, or two, or three.                       Jolly and glad they went unto their rest,
3057         Mordre wol out, this my conclusioun. 3075         And casten hem ful erly for to saille.
                      Murder will out, this is my conclusion.                       And they planned to sail very early.
3058         And right anon, ministres of that toun 3076         But herkneth! To that o man fil a greet mervaille:
                      And immediately, officials of that town                       But listen! To that one man befell a great marvel:
3059         Han hent the carter and so soore hym pyned, 3077         That oon of hem, in slepyng as he lay,
                      Have seized the carter and so painfully tortured him,                       The one of them, in sleeping as he lay,
3060         And eek the hostiler so soore engyned, 3078         Hym mette a wonder dreem agayn the day.
                      And also the hosteller so grievously tortured,                       He dreamed a wondrous dream before the day.
3061         That they biknewe hire wikkednesse anon, 3079         Hym thoughte a man stood by his beddes syde,
                      That they straightway acknowledged their wickedness,                       He thought a man stood by his bed's side,
3062         And were anhanged by the nekke-bon. 3080         And hym comanded that he sholde abyde,
                      And were hanged by the neck-bone.                       And commanded him that he should stay,
3081         And seyde hym thus: `If thou tomorwe wende,
3063         "Heere may men seen that dremes been to drede.                       And said to him thus: `If thou travel tomorrow,
                      "Here men may seen that dreams are to be feared. 3082         Thow shalt be dreynt; my tale is at an ende.'
3064         And certes in the same book I rede,                       Thou shalt be drowned; my tale is at an end.'
                      And certainly in the same book I read, 3083         He wook, and tolde his felawe what he mette,
3065         Right in the nexte chapitre after this --                       He woke, and told his fellow what he dreamed,
                      Right in the next chapter after this -- 3084         And preyde hym his viage for to lette;
3066         I gabbe nat, so have I joye or blis --                       And prayed him to delay his voyage;
                      I do not lie, as I may have joy or bliss -- 3085         As for that day, he preyde hym to byde.
3067         Two men that wolde han passed over see,                       For that day, he prayed him to wait.
                      Two men that would have passed over see, 3086         His felawe, that lay by his beddes syde,
                      His fellow, that lay by his bed's side,                       And therefore, faire Pertelote so dear,
3087         Gan for to laughe, and scorned him ful faste. 3106         By swiche ensamples olde maistow leere
                      Began to laugh, and vigorously scorned him.                       By such old examples thou may learn
3088         `No dreem,' quod he, `may so myn herte agaste 3107         That no man sholde been to recchelees
                      `No dream,' said he, `may so frighten my heart                       That no man should be too heedless
3089         That I wol lette for to do my thynges. 3108         Of dremes; for I seye thee, doutelees,
                      That I will desist from doing my tasks.                       Of dreams; for I say to thee, doubtless,
3090         I sette nat a straw by thy dremynges, 3109         That many a dreem ful soore is for to drede.
                      I set not a straw by (put no value on) thy dreams,                       That many a dream is very greatly to be feared.
3091         For swevenes been but vanytees and japes.
                      For dreams are but fantasies and foolishness. 3110         "Lo, in the lyf of Seint Kenelm I rede,
3092         Men dreme alday of owles and of apes,                       "Lo, I read in the life of Saint Kenelm,
                      Men dream all the time of owls and of apes, 3111         That was Kenulphus sone, the noble kyng
3093         And of many a maze therwithal;                       That was son of Kenulphus, the noble king
                      And of many a source of amazement indeed; 3112         Of Mercenrike, how Kenelm mette a thyng.
3094         Men dreme of thyng that nevere was ne shal.                       Of Mercia, how Kenelm dreamed a thing.
                      Men dream of a thing that never was nor shall be. 3113         A lite er he was mordred, on a day,
3095         But sith I see that thou wolt heere abyde,                       A little before he was murdered, on a day,
                      But since I see that thou will remain here, 3114         His mordre in his avysioun he say.
3096         And thus forslewthen wilfully thy tyde,                       He saw his murder in his vision.
                      And thus willfully waste thy tide, 3115         His norice hym expowned every deel
3097         God woot, it reweth me; and have good day!'                       His nurse completely explained to him
                      God knows, it makes me sorry; and have good day!' 3116         His sweven, and bad hym for to kepe hym weel
3098         And thus he took his leve, and wente his way.                       His dream, and ordered him to guard himself well
                      And thus he took his leave, and went his way. 3117         For traisoun; but he nas but seven yeer oold,
3099         But er that he hadde half his cours yseyled,                       From treason; but he was only seven years old,
                      But before he had sailed half his course, 3118         And therfore litel tale hath he toold
3100         Noot I nat why, ne what myschaunce it eyled,                       And therefore he put little store
                      I know not why, nor what mischance harmed it, 3119         Of any dreem, so hooly was his herte.
3101         But casuelly the shippes botme rente,                       In any dream, so holy was his heart.
                      But by chance the ship's bottom broke open, 3120         By God! I hadde levere than my sherte
3102         And ship and man under the water wente                       By God! I had rather than my shirt (give my shirt)
                      And ship and man went under the water 3121         That ye hadde rad his legende, as have I.
3103         In sighte of othere shippes it bisyde,                       That you had read his legend, as have I.
                      In sight of other ships beside it,
3104         That with hem seyled at the same tyde. 3122         "Dame Pertelote, I sey yow trewely,
                      That with them sailed on the same tide.                       "Dame Pertelote, I say you truly,
3105         And therfore, faire Pertelote so deere, 3123         Macrobeus, that writ the avisioun
                      Macrobius, that wrote the vision                       That day that Hector should lose his life,
3124         In Affrike of the worthy Cipioun, 3143         She dremed on the same nyght biforn
                      In Africa of the worthy Scipio,                       She dreamed on the same night before
3125         Affermeth dremes, and seith that they been 3144         How that the lyf of Ector sholde be lorn,
                      Affirms (the value of) dreams, and says that they are                       How the life of Hector should be lost,
3126         Warnynge of thynges that men after seen. 3145         If thilke day he wente into bataille.
                      Warnings of things that men later see (come to pass)                       If that same day he went into battle.
3127         And forthermoore, I pray yow, looketh wel 3146         She warned hym, but it myghte nat availle;
                      And furthermore, I pray you, look well                       She warned him, but it might not avail;
3128         In the olde testament, of Daniel, 3147         He wente for to fighte natheles,
                      In the Old Testament, concerning Daniel,                       He went to fight nonetheless,
3129         If he heeld dremes any vanitee. 3148         But he was slayn anon of Achilles.
                      If he held dreams (to be) any foolishness.                       But he was slain straightway by Achilles.
3130         Reed eek of Joseph, and ther shul ye see 3149         But thilke tale is al to longe to telle,
                      Read also of Joseph, and there shall you see                       But that same tale is all too long to tell,
3131         Wher dremes be somtyme -- I sey nat alle -- 3150         And eek it is ny day; I may nat dwelle.
                      Whether dreams are sometimes -- I say not all --                       And also it is nigh day; I may not delay.
3132         Warnynge of thynges that shul after falle. 3151         Shortly I seye, as for conclusioun,
                      Warnings of things that shall afterward befall.                       Shortly I say, as for conclusion,
3133         Looke of Egipte the kyng, daun Pharao, 3152         That I shal han of this avisioun
                      Consider the king of Egypt, dan Pharaoh,                       That I shall have of this vision
3134         His bakere and his butiller also, 3153         Adversitee; and I seye forthermoor
                      His baker and his butler also,                       Adversity; and I say furthermore
3135         Wher they ne felte noon effect in dremes. 3154         That I ne telle of laxatyves no stoor,
                      Whether or not they felt any effect in dreams.                       That I put no store in laxatives,
3136         Whoso wol seken actes of sondry remes 3155         For they been venymes, I woot it weel;
                      Whoever will seek out the histories of various nations                       For they are poisonous, I know it well;
3137         May rede of dremes many a wonder thyng. 3156         I hem diffye, I love hem never a deel!
                      May read many a wonderful thing about dreams.                       I renounce them, I love them not at all!
3138         Lo Cresus, which that was of Lyde kyng,
                      Lo Croesus, who was king of Lydia, 3157         "Now let us speke of myrthe, and stynte al this.
3139         Mette he nat that he sat upon a tree,                       "Now let us speak of mirth, and stop all this.
                      Dreamed he not that he sat upon a tree, 3158         Madame Pertelote, so have I blis,
3140         Which signified he sholde anhanged bee?                       Madame Pertelote, as I may have bliss,
                      Which signified he should be hanged? 3159         Of o thyng God hath sent me large grace;
3141         Lo heere Andromacha, Ectores wyf,                       Of one thing God has sent me a great favor;
                      Lo here Andromacha, Hector's wife, 3160         For whan I se the beautee of youre face,
3142         That day that Ector sholde lese his lyf,                       For when I see the beauty of your face,
3161         Ye been so scarlet reed aboute youre yen, 3179         He looketh as it were a grym leoun,
                      You are so scarlet red about your eyes,                       He looks as if he were a grim lion,
3162         It maketh al my drede for to dyen; 3180         And on his toos he rometh up and doun;
                      It makes all my dread die;                       And on his toes he roams up and down;
3163         For al so siker as In principio, 3181         Hym deigned nat to sette his foot to grounde.
                      For as surely as `In the beginning,                       He deigned not to set his foot to ground.
3164         Mulier est hominis confusio -- 3182         He chukketh whan he hath a corn yfounde,
                      `Woman is the ruin of man --'                       He clucks when he has found a seed,
3165         Madame, the sentence of this Latyn is, 3183         And to hym rennen thanne his wyves alle.
                      Madame, the meaning of this Latin is,                       And then his wives all run to him.
3166         `Womman is mannes joye and al his blis.' 3184         Thus roial, as a prince is in his halle,
                      `Woman is man's joy and all his bliss.'                       Thus royal, as a prince is in his hall,
3167         For whan I feele a-nyght your softe syde -- 3185         Leve I this Chauntecleer in his pasture,
                      For when I feel at night your soft side --                       Leave I this Chauntecleer in his feeding place,
3168         Al be it that I may nat on yow ryde, 3186         And after wol I telle his aventure.
                      Although I can not on you ride,                       And after I will tell his adventure.
3169         For that oure perche is maad so narwe, allas --
                      Because our perch is made so narrow, alas -- 3187         Whan that the month in which the world bigan,
3170         I am so ful of joye and of solas,                       When the month in which the world began,
                      I am so full of joy and of pleasure, 3188         That highte March, whan God first maked man,
3171         That I diffye bothe sweven and dreem."                       Which is called March, when God first made man,
                      That I renounce both vision and dream." 3189         Was compleet, and passed were also,
                      Was complete, and passed were also,
3172         And with that word he fley doun fro the beem, 3190         Syn March [was gon], thritty dayes and two,
                      And with that word he flew down from the beam,                       Since March had gone, thirty days and two,
3173         For it was day, and eke his hennes alle, 3191         Bifel that Chauntecleer in al his pryde,
                      For it was day, and also all his hens,                       Befell that Chauntecleer in all his pride,
3174         And with a chuk he gan hem for to calle, 3192         His sevene wyves walkynge by his syde,
                      And with a cluck he began to call them,                       His seven wives walking by his side,
3175         For he hadde founde a corn, lay in the yerd. 3193         Caste up his eyen to the brighte sonne,
                      Because he had found a seed, which lay in the yard.                       Cast up his eyes to the bright sun,
3176         Real he was, he was namoore aferd. 3194         That in the signe of Taurus hadde yronne
                      Royal he was, he was no longer afraid.                       That in the sign of Taurus had run
3177         He fethered Pertelote twenty tyme, 3195         Twenty degrees and oon, and somwhat moore,
                      He embraced Pertelote twenty times,                       Twenty degrees and one, and somewhat more,
3178         And trad hire eke as ofte, er it was pryme. 3196         And knew by kynde, and by noon oother loore,
                      And copulated with her also as often, before it was 6                       And knew by nature, and by none other knowledge,
a.m.. 3197         That it was pryme, and crew with blisful stevene.
                      That it was prime, and crowed with blissful voice. 3216         That in the grove hadde woned yeres three,
3198         "The sonne," he seyde, "is clomben up on hevene                       That in the grove had dwelled three years,
                      "The sun," he said, "has climbed up on heaven 3217         By heigh ymaginacioun forncast,
3199         Fourty degrees and oon, and moore ywis.                       By exalted imagination predestined,
                      Forty degrees and one, and more indeed. 3218         The same nyght thurghout the hegges brast
3200         Madame Pertelote, my worldes blis,                       The same night through the hedges broke
                      Madame Pertelote, my world's bliss, 3219         Into the yerd ther Chauntecleer the faire
3201         Herkneth thise blisful briddes how they synge,                       Into the yard where the handsome Chauntecleer
                      Listen to these blissful birds, how they sing, 3220         Was wont, and eek his wyves, to repaire;
3202         And se the fresshe floures how they sprynge;                       Was accustomed, and also his wives, to repair;
                      And see the fresh flowers, how they spring; 3221         And in a bed of wortes stille he lay
3203         Ful is myn herte of revel and solas!"                       And in a bed of cabbages he lay quietly
                      My heart is full of revel and pleasure!" 3222         Til it was passed undren of the day,
3204         But sodeynly hym fil a sorweful cas,                       Until it had passed 9 a.m. of the day,
                      But suddenly to him befell a sorrowful situation, 3223         Waitynge his tyme on Chauntecleer to falle,
3205         For evere the latter ende of joye is wo.                       Waiting his time on Chauntecleer to fall,
                      For ever the latter end of joy is woe. 3224         As gladly doon thise homycides alle
3206         God woot that worldly joye is soone ago;                       As habitually do all these homicides
                      God knows that worldly joy is soon gone; 3225         That in await liggen to mordre men.
3207         And if a rethor koude faire endite,                       That in ambush lie to murder men.
                      And if a rhetorician could fairly compose, 3226         O false mordrour, lurkynge in thy den!
3208         He in a cronycle saufly myghte it write                       O false murderer, lurking in thy den!
                      He in a chronicle confidently could write it 3227         O newe Scariot, newe Genylon,
3209         As for a sovereyn notabilitee.                       O new Judas Iscariot, new Genylon,
                      As a supremely important fact. 3228         False dissymulour, o Greek Synon,
3210         Now every wys man, lat him herkne me;                       False deceiver, O Greek Synon,
                      Now every wise man, let him listen to me; 3229         That broghtest Troye al outrely to sorwe!
3211         This storie is also trewe, I undertake,                       That brought all Troy completely to sorrow!
                      This story is as true, I declare, 3230         O Chauntecleer, acursed be that morwe
3212         As is the book of Launcelot de Lake,                       O Chauntecleer, cursed be that morning
                      As is the Book of Lancelot of the Lake, 3231         That thou into that yerd flaugh fro the bemes!
3213         That wommen holde in ful greet reverence.                       That thou flew from the beams into that yard!
                      Which women hold in very great reverence. 3232         Thou were ful wel ywarned by thy dremes
3214         Now wol I torne agayn to my sentence.                       Thou were very well warned by thy dreams
                      Now will I turn again to my subject matter. 3233         That thilke day was perilous to thee;
                      That that same day was perilous to thee;
3215         A col-fox, ful of sly iniquitee, 3234         But what that God forwoot moot nedes bee,
                      A fox, full of sly iniquity,                       But what God knows beforehand must by necessity be,
3235         After the opinioun of certein clerkis.                       Who took his counsel from his wife, with sorrow,
                      According to the opinion of certain scholars. 3254         To walken in the yerd upon that morwe
3236         Witnesse on hym that any parfit clerk is,                       To walk in the yard upon that morning
                      Take witness of him that is a thoroughly competent 3255         That he hadde met that dreem that I yow tolde.
scholar,                       That he had dreamed that dream of which I told you.
3237         That in scole is greet altercacioun 3256         Wommennes conseils been ful ofte colde;
                      That in the university is great disagreement                       Women's counsels are very often fatal;
3238         In this mateere, and greet disputisoun, 3257         Wommannes conseil broghte us first to wo
                      In this matter, and great disputation,                       Woman's counsel brought us first to woe
3239         And hath been of an hundred thousand men. 3258         And made Adam fro Paradys to go,
                      And has been (disputed) by a hundred thousand men.                       And made Adam to go from Paradise,
3240         But I ne kan nat bulte it to the bren 3259         Ther as he was ful myrie and wel at ese.
                      But I can not separate the valid and invalid arguments                       Where he was very merry and well at ease.
3241         As kan the hooly doctour Augustyn, 3260         But for I noot to whom it myght displese,
                      As can the holy doctor Augustine,                       But because I know not to whom it might displease,
3242         Or Boece, or the Bisshop Bradwardyn, 3261         If I conseil of wommen wolde blame,
                      Or Boethius, or the Bishop Bradwardyn,                       If I would blame counsel of women,
3243         Wheither that Goddes worthy forwityng 3262         Passe over, for I seyde it in my game.
                      Whether God's worthy foreknowledge                       Pass over, for I said it as a joke.
3244         Streyneth me nedely for to doon a thyng -- 3263         Rede auctours, where they trete of swich mateere,
                      Constrains me by need to do a thing --                       Read authors, where they treat of such matter,
3245         "Nedely" clepe I symple necessitee -- 3264         And what they seyn of wommen ye may heere.
                      "Need" I call simple necessity --                       And what they say of women you may hear.
3246         Or elles, if free choys be graunted me 3265         Thise been the cokkes wordes, and nat myne;
                      Or else, if free choice be granted to me                       These are the cock's words, and not mine;
3247         To do that same thyng, or do it noght, 3266         I kan noon harm of no womman divyne.
                      To do that same thing, or do it not,                       I know no harm of any woman divine.
3248         Though God forwoot it er that I was wroght;
                      Though God knew it before I was born; 3267         Faire in the soond, to bathe hire myrily,
3249         Or if his wityng streyneth never a deel                       Fair in the sand, to bathe her merrily,
                      Or if his knowledge constrains not at all 3268         Lith Pertelote, and alle hire sustres by,
3250         But by necessitee condicioneel.                       Lies Pertelote, and all her sisters by her,
                      But by conditional necessity. 3269         Agayn the sonne, and Chauntecleer so free
3251         I wol nat han to do of swich mateere;                       In the sunshine, and Chauntecleer so noble
                      I will not have to do with such matter; 3270         Soong murier than the mermayde in the see
3252         My tale is of a cok, as ye may heere,                       Sang more merrily than the mermaid in the sea
                      My tale is of a cock, as you may hear, 3271         (For Phisiologus seith sikerly
3253         That tok his conseil of his wyf, with sorwe,                       (For Phisiologus says surely
3272         How that they syngen wel and myrily). 3291         For trewely, ye have as myrie a stevene
                      How they sing well and merrily).                       For truly, you have as merry a voice
3273         And so bifel that, as he caste his ye 3292         As any aungel hath that is in hevene.
                      And so befell that, as he cast his eye                       As has any angel that is in heaven.
3274         Among the wortes on a boterflye, 3293         Therwith ye han in musyk moore feelynge
                      On a butterfly among the cabbages,                       Therewith you have in music more feeling
3275         He was war of this fox, that lay ful lowe. 3294         Than hadde Boece, or any that kan synge.
                      He was aware of this fox, that lay very low.                       Than had Boethius, or any that knows how to sing.
3276         Nothyng ne liste hym thanne for to crowe, 3295         My lord youre fader -- God his soule blesse! --
                      Not at all then did he want to crow,                       My lord your father -- God bless his soul! --
3277         But cride anon, "Cok! cok!" and up he sterte 3296         And eek youre mooder, of hire gentillesse,
                      But cried straightway, "Cock! cock!" and up he leaped                       And also your mother, of her graciousness,
3278         As man that was affrayed in his herte. 3297         Han in myn hous ybeen to my greet ese;
                      As one that was frightened in his heart.                       Have been in my house to my great pleasure;
3279         For natureelly a beest desireth flee 3298         And certes, sire, ful fayn wolde I yow plese.
                      For naturally a beast desires to flee                       And certainly, sir, I would very eagerly please you.
3280         Fro his contrarie, if he may it see, 3299         But, for men speke of syngyng, I wol seye --
                      From his natural opponent, if he may see it,                       But, insofar as men speak of singing, I will say --
3281         Though he never erst hadde seyn it with his ye. 3300         So moote I brouke wel myne eyen tweye --
                      Though he never before had seen it with his eye.                       As I may well have use of my two eyes --
3282         This Chauntecleer, whan he gan hym espye, 3301         Save yow, I herde nevere man so synge
                      This Chauntecleer, when he did espy him,                       Except for you, I heard never man so sing
3283         He wolde han fled, but that the fox anon 3302         As dide youre fader in the morwenynge.
                      He would have fled, but that the fox straightway                       As did your father in the morning.
3284         Seyde, "Gentil sire, allas, wher wol ye gon? 3303         Certes, it was of herte, al that he song.
                      Said, "Gentle sir, alas, where will you go?                       Certainly, it came from the heart, all that he sang.
3285         Be ye affrayed of me that am youre freend? 3304         And for to make his voys the moore strong,
                      Are you afraid of me who is your friend?                       And to make his voice the more strong,
3286         Now, certes, I were worse than a feend, 3305         He wolde so peyne hym that with bothe his yen
                      Now, certainly, I would be worse than a fiend,                       He would so exert himself that with both his eyes
3287         If I to yow wolde harm or vileynye! 3306         He moste wynke, so loude he wolde cryen,
                      If I to you would do harm or villainy!                       He had to wink, so loud he would cry,
3288         I am nat come youre conseil for t' espye, 3307         And stonden on his tiptoon therwithal,
                      I am not come to spy on your secrets,                       And stand on his tiptoes simultaneously,
3289         But trewely, the cause of my comynge 3308         And strecche forth his nekke long and smal.
                      But truly, the cause of my coming                       And stretch forth his neck long and small.
3290         Was oonly for to herkne how that ye synge. 3309         And eek he was of swich discrecioun
                      Was only to hear how you sing.                       And also he was of such sound judgment
3310         That ther nas no man in no regioun 3328         Than he that soothfastnesse unto yow seith.
                      That there was no man in any region                       Than he who says the truth unto you.
3311         That hym in song or wisedom myghte passe. 3329         Redeth Ecclesiaste of flaterye;
                      That might pass him in song or wisdom.                       Read Ecclesiastes about flattery;
3312         I have wel rad in `Daun Burnel the Asse,' 3330         Beth war, ye lordes, of hir trecherye.
                      I have well read in `Dan Burnel the Ass,'                       Beware, you lords, of their treachery.
3313         Among his vers, how that ther was a cok,
                      Among his verses, how there was a cock, 3331         This Chauntecleer stood hye upon his toos,
3314         For that a preestes sone yaf hym a knok                       This Chauntecleer stood high upon his toes,
                      Because a priest's son gave him a knock 3332         Strecchynge his nekke, and heeld his eyen cloos,
3315         Upon his leg whil he was yong and nyce,                       Stretching his neck, and held his eyes closed,
                      Upon his leg while he was young and foolish, 3333         And gan to crowe loude for the nones.
3316         He made hym for to lese his benefice.                       And began to crow loud for the occasion.
                      He made him lose his benefice. 3334         And daun Russell the fox stirte up atones,
3317         But certeyn, ther nys no comparisoun                       And dan Russell the fox leaped up at once,
                      But certainly, there is no comparison 3335         And by the gargat hente Chauntecleer,
3318         Bitwixe the wisedom and discrecioun                       And grabbed Chauntecleer by the throat,
                      Between the wisdom and discretion 3336         And on his bak toward the wode hym beer,
3319         Of youre fader and of his subtiltee.                       And carried him on his back toward the woods,
                      Of your father and of his subtlety. 3337         For yet ne was ther no man that hym sewed.
3320         Now syngeth, sire, for seinte charitee;                       For yet there was no one that pursued him.
                      Now sing, sir, for Saint Charity;
3321         Lat se; konne ye youre fader countrefete?" 3338         O destinee, that mayst nat been eschewed!
                      Let's see; can you imitate your father?"                       O destiny, that may not be escaped!
3339         Allas, that Chauntecleer fleigh fro the bemes!
3322         This Chauntecleer his wynges gan to bete,                       Alas, that Chauntecleer flew from the beams!
                      This Chauntecleer began to beat his wings, 3340         Allas, his wyf ne roghte nat of dremes!
3323         As man that koude his traysoun nat espie,                       Alas, his wife took no heed of dreams!
                      As one that could not espy his treason, 3341         And on a Friday fil al this meschaunce.
3324         So was he ravysshed with his flaterie.                       And on a Friday befell all this misfortune.
                      He was so ravished with his flattery.
3342         O Venus, that art goddesse of plesaunce,
3325         Allas, ye lordes, many a fals flatour                       O Venus, who art goddess of pleasure,
                      Alas, you lords, many a false flatterer 3343         Syn that thy servant was this Chauntecleer,
3326         Is in youre courtes, and many a losengeour,                       Since this Chauntecleer was thy servant,
                      Is in your courts, and many a sycophant, 3344         And in thy servyce dide al his poweer,
3327         That plesen yow wel moore, by my feith,                       And in thy service did all his power,
                      Who please you well more, by my faith, 3345         Moore for delit than world to multiplye,
                      More for delight than to people the world, 3363         Ful louder than dide Hasdrubales wyf,
3346         Why woldestow suffre hym on thy day to dye?                       Much louder than did Hasdrubales' wife,
                      Why wouldest thou allow him to die on thy day? 3364         Whan that hir housbonde hadde lost his lyf
                      When her husband had lost his life
3347         O Gaufred, deere maister soverayn, 3365         And that the Romayns hadde brend Cartage.
                      O Gaufred, dear supreme master,                       And the Romans had burned Carthage.
3348         That whan thy worthy kyng Richard was slayn 3366         She was so ful of torment and of rage
                      Who when thy worthy king Richard was slain                       She was so full of torment and of rage
3349         With shot, compleynedest his deeth so soore, 3367         That wilfully into the fyr she sterte
                      By shot of an arrow, complained his death so                       That willfully into the fire she leaped
grievously, 3368         And brende hirselven with a stedefast herte.
3350         Why ne hadde I now thy sentence and thy loore,                       And burned herself with a steadfast heart.
                      Why had I not now thy wisdom and thy learning,
3351         The Friday for to chide, as diden ye? 3369         O woful hennes, right so criden ye
                      To chide the Friday, as you did?                     O woeful hens, exactly so you cried
3352         For on a Friday, soothly, slayn was he. 3370         As whan that Nero brende the citee
                      For on a Friday, truly, he was slain.                       As when Nero burned the city
3353         Thanne wolde I shewe yow how that I koude pleyne 3371         Of Rome cryden senatoures wyves
                      Then would I show you how that I could complain                       Of Rome senators' wives cried
3354         For Chauntecleres drede and for his peyne. 3372         For that hir husbondes losten alle hir lyves --
                      For Chanticleer's dread and for his pain.                       Because their husbands lost all their lives --
3373         Withouten gilt this Nero hath hem slayn.
3355         Certes, swich cry ne lamentacion                       Without guilt this Nero has them slain.
                      Certainly, such cry nor lamentation 3374         Now wole I turne to my tale agayn.
3356         Was nevere of ladyes maad whan Ylion                       Now will I turn to my tale again.
                      Was never made by ladies when Ilion (Troy)
3357         Was wonne, and Pirrus with his streite swerd, 3375         This sely wydwe and eek hir doghtres two
                      Was won, and Pirrus with his drawn sword,                       This poor widow and also her two daughters
3358         Whan he hadde hent kyng Priam by the berd, 3376         Herden thise hennes crie and maken wo,
                      When he had seized king Priam by the beard,                       Heard these hens cry and make woe,
3359         And slayn hym, as seith us Eneydos, 3377         And out at dores stirten they anon,
                      And slain him, as the Aeneid tells us,                       And out at doors they rush anon,
3360         As maden alle the hennes in the clos, 3378         And syen the fox toward the grove gon,
                      As all the hens made in the yard,                       And see the fox go toward the grove,
3361         Whan they had seyn of Chauntecleer the sighte. 3379         And bar upon his bak the cok away,
                      When they had seen the sight of Chauntecleer.                       And carried the cock away upon his back,
3362         But sovereynly dame Pertelote shrighte 3380         And cryden, "Out! Harrow and weylaway!
                      But supremely dame Pertelote shrieked                       And cried, "Help! Help and alas!
3381         Ha, ha! The fox!" and after hym they ran,                       Of horn, of bone, in which they blew and puffed,
                      Ha, ha! The fox!" and after him they ran, 3400         And therwithal they skriked and they howped.
3382         And eek with staves many another man.                       And with that they shrieked and they whooped.
                      And also with staves many another man. 3401         It semed as that hevene sholde falle.
3383         Ran Colle oure dogge, and Talbot and Gerland,                       It seemed as if heaven should fall.
                      Ran Colle our dog, and Talbot and Gerland,
3384         And Malkyn, with a dystaf in hir hand; 3402         Now, goode men, I prey yow herkneth alle:
                      And Malkyn, with a distaff in her hand;                       Now, good men, I pray you all to listen:
3385         Ran cow and calf, and eek the verray hogges, 3403         Lo, how Fortune turneth sodeynly
                      Ran cow and calf, and also the very hogs,                       Lo, how Fortune turns suddenly
3386         So fered for the berkyng of the dogges 3404         The hope and pryde eek of hir enemy!
                      So frightened for the barking of the dogs                       The hope and pride also of her enemy!
3387         And shoutyng of the men and wommen eeke 3405         This cok, that lay upon the foxes bak,
                      And shouting of the men and women also                       This cock, that lay upon the fox's back,
3388         They ronne so hem thoughte hir herte breeke. 3406         In al his drede unto the fox he spak,
                      They ran so hard that they thought their hearts would                       In all his dread unto the fox he spoke,
break. 3407         And seyde, "Sire, if that I were as ye,
3389         They yolleden as feendes doon in helle;                       And said, "Sir, if I were you,
                      They yelled as fiends do in hell; 3408         Yet sholde I seyn, as wys God helpe me,
3390         The dokes cryden as men wolde hem quelle;                       Yet should I say, as God may help me,
                      The ducks cried as if men would them kill; 3409         `Turneth agayn, ye proude cherles alle!
3391         The gees for feere flowen over the trees;                       `Turn again, all you proud churls!
                      The geese for fear flew over the trees; 3410         A verray pestilence upon yow falle!
3392         Out of the hyve cam the swarm of bees.                       May a true pestilence fall upon you!
                      Out of the hive came the swarm of bees. 3411         Now I am come unto the wodes syde;
3393         So hydous was the noyse -- a, benedicitee! --                       Now I am come unto the wood's side;
                      So hideous was the noise -- a, bless me! -- 3412         Maugree youre heed, the cok shal heere abyde.
3394         Certes, he Jakke Straw and his meynee                       Despite all you could do, the cock shall here remain.
                      Certainly, he Jack Straw and his company 3413         I wol hym ete, in feith, and that anon!'"
3395         Ne made nevere shoutes half so shrille                       I will eat him, in faith, and that right away!'"
                      Never made shouts half so shrill
3396         Whan that they wolden any Flemyng kille, 3414         The fox answerde, "In feith, it shal be don."
                      When they would any Fleming kill,                       The fox answered, "In faith, it shall be done."
3397         As thilke day was maad upon the fox. 3415         And as he spak that word, al sodeynly
                      As that same day was made upon the fox.                       And as he spoke that word, all suddenly
3398         Of bras they broghten bemes, and of box, 3416         This cok brak from his mouth delyverly,
                      They brought trumpets of brass, and of box-wood,                       This cock nimbly broke from his mouth,
3399         Of horn, of boon, in whiche they blewe and powped, 3417         And heighe upon a tree he fleigh anon.
                      And high upon a tree he quickly flew.                       That he chatters when he should hold his peace."
3418         And whan the fox saugh that the cok was gon,
                      And when the fox saw that the cock was gone, 3436         Lo, swich it is for to be recchelees
3419         "Allas!" quod he, "O Chauntecleer, allas!                       Lo, such it is to be careless
                      "Alas!" said he, "O Chauntecleer, alas! 3437         And necligent, and truste on flaterye.
3420         I have to yow," quod he, "ydoon trespas,                       And negligent, and trust on flattery.
                      I have to you," said he, "done offense,
3421         In as muche as I maked yow aferd 3438         But ye that holden this tale a folye,
                      In as much as I made you afraid                       But you who hold this tale a folly,
3422         Whan I yow hente and broghte out of the yerd. 3439         As of a fox, or of a cok and hen,
                      When I seized you and brought you out of the yard.                       As of a fox, or of a cock and hen,
3423         But, sire, I dide it in no wikke entente. 3440         Taketh the moralite, goode men.
                      But, sir, I did it with no wicked intention.                       Take the morality, good men.
3424         Com doun, and I shal telle yow what I mente; 3441         For Seint Paul seith that al that writen is,
                      Come down, and I shall tell you what I meant;                       For Saint Paul says that all that is written,
3425         I shal seye sooth to yow, God help me so!" 3442         To oure doctrine it is ywrite, ywis;
                      I shall say the truth to you, as God may help me!"                       Is written for our instruction, indeed;
3443         Taketh the fruyt, and lat the chaf be stille.
3426         "Nay thanne," quod he, "I shrewe us bothe two.                       Take the fruit, and let the chaff be still.
                      "Nay then," said he, "I curse both of us two. 3444         Now, goode God, if that it be thy wille,
3427         And first I shrewe myself, bothe blood and bones,                       Now, good God, if it be thy will,
                      And first I curse myself, both blood and bones, 3445         As seith my lord, so make us alle goode men,
3428         If thou bigyle me ofter than ones.                       As says my lord, make us all good men,
                      If thou trick me more often than once. 3446         And brynge us to his heighe blisse! Amen.
3429         Thou shalt namoore thurgh thy flaterye                       And bring us to his high bliss! Amen.
                      Thou shalt no more through thy flattery
3430         Do me to synge and wynke with myn ye;  
                      Make me sing and close my eyes;
3431         For he that wynketh, whan he sholde see, Heere is ended the Noones Preestes Tale
                      For he that closes his eyes, when he should see,
3432         Al wilfully, God lat him nevere thee!"
                      All willfully, God let him never prosper!"  
3433         "Nay," quod the fox, "but God yeve hym meschaunce,
                      "Nay," said the fox, "but God give him misfortune,
3434         That is so undiscreet of governaunce
Epilogue to the Nun's Priest's Tale.
                      Who is so indiscreet of governance
3435         That jangleth whan he sholde holde his pees."  
 

3447         ["Sire Nonnes Preest," oure Hooste seide anoon,


                    ["Sir Nun's Priest," our Host said straightway,
3448         "I-blessed be thy breche, and every stoon!
                    "Blessed be thy buttocks, and every testicle!
3449         This was a murie tale of Chauntecleer.
                    This was a merry tale of Chanticleer.
3450         But by my trouthe, if thou were seculer,
                    But by my troth, if thou were a layman,
3451         Thou woldest ben a trede-foul aright.
                    Thou would be an excellent copulator of fouls (rooster).
3452         For if thou have corage as thou hast myght,
                    For if thou have as much desire as thou hast might,
3453         Thee were nede of hennes, as I wene,
                    Thou would have need of hens, as I think,
3454         Ya, moo than seven tymes seventene.
                    Yea, more than seven times seventeen.
3455         See, whiche braunes hath this gentil preest,
                    See, what muscles has this gentle priest,
3456         So gret a nekke, and swich a large breest!
                    So big a neck, and such a large chest!
3457         He loketh as a sperhauk with his yen;
                    He looks like a sparrow-hauk with his eyes;
3458         Him nedeth nat his colour for to dyen
                    He needs not paint his complexion
3459         With brasile ne with greyn of Portyngale.
                    With red dye nor with grain of Portugal.
3460         Now, sire, faire falle yow for youre tale!"
                    Now, sir, may good fortune come to you for your tale!"
3461         And after that he, with ful merie chere,
                    And after that he, with a very merry manner,
3462         Seide unto another, as ye shuln heere.]
                    Said unto another, as you shall hear.]

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