"The Miller's Prologue" courtesy Gerard NeCastro, University of Maine at Machias. The Miller's Prologue (Middle English) MilT 3109 Whan that the Knyght had thus his tale ytoold, MilT 3110 In al the route nas ther yong ne oold MilT 3111 That he ne seyde it was a noble storie MilT 3112 And worthy for to drawen to memorie, MilT 3113 And namely the gentils everichon. MilT 3114 Oure Hooste lough and swoor, "So moot I gon, MilT 3115 This gooth aright; unbokeled is the male. MilT 3116 Lat se now who shal telle another tale; MilT 3117 For trewely the game is wel bigonne. MilT 3118 Now telleth ye, sir Monk, if that ye konne, MilT 3119 Somwhat to quite with the Knyghtes tale." MilT 3120 The Millere, that for dronken was al pale, MilT 3121 So that unnethe upon his hors he sat, MilT 3122 He nolde avalen neither hood ne hat, MilT 3123 Ne abyde no man for his curteisie, MilT 3124 But in Pilates voys he gan to crie, MilT 3125 And swoor, "By armes, and by blood and bones, MilT 3126 I kan a noble tale for the nones, MilT 3127 With which I wol now quite the Knyghtes tale." MilT 3128 Oure Hooste saugh that he was dronke of ale, MilT 3129 And seyde, "Abyd, Robyn, my leeve brother; MilT 3130 Som bettre man shal telle us first another. MilT 3131 Abyd, and lat us werken thriftily." MilT 3132 "By Goddes soule," quod he, "that wol nat I; MilT 3133 For I wol speke or elles go my wey." MilT 3134 Oure Hoost answerde, "Tel on, a devel wey! |
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