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The Canterbury Tales by. GEOFFREY CHAUCER. A READER-FRIENDLY EDITION. Put into modern spelling by. MICHAEL MURPHY. GENERAL PROLOGUE. THE CANTERBURY TALES. The General Prologue. The Knight's Tale. The Miller's tale. The Reeve's Tale. The Cook's Tale. The Man of Law's Tale. The Wife of. The Age of Chaucer. The Prologue from The Canterbury Tales. Poem by Geoffrey Chaucer Translated by Nevill Coghill did you know? Geoffrey Chaucer.

This text has been made available through the Oxford Text Archive for personal scholarly use only. OTA number: Add to bookbag Search this text: Other search options. Chaucer, Geoffrey, d.

Incipit pars tercia. The Franklin's words to the Squire. The Franklin's Prologue. The Franklin's Tale. Group 6 The Physician's Tale. The Introduction to the Pardoner's Tale. The Pardoner's Prologue. The Pardoner's Tale.

Group 7 The Shipman's Tale. The Words of the Host to the Prioress. The Prioress' Prologue. The Prioress' Tale. The Prologue to the Tale of Sir Thopas. Fitt II. The Tale of Melibee. The Monk's Prologue. The Monk's Tale Lucifer. Pedro of Castille. De Petro Rege de Cipro. De Barnabo de Lumbardia. De Hugelino Comite de Pize. De Oloferno.

De Rege Antiocho illustri. De Alexandro. De Julio Cesare. The Knight's Interruption of the Monk's Tale. The Nun's Priest's Tale. The Epilogue of the Nun's Priest's Tale. The Second Nun's Tale. The Canon Yeoman's Prologue. Et sequitur pars secunda. Group 9 The Manciple's Prologue. The Manciple's Tale.

Group 10 The Parson's Prologue. The Parson's Tale Part I. Part II. Part III.

UMDL Texts home. Add to bookbag. Search this text: Also in We have what seems evidence of Chaucer's compliance with these terms in "The House of Fame". Philippa and Elizabeth. The negotiation. A permanent provision for Chaucer was made on the 8th of June The seemingly derogatory condition.

Chaucer -. The new King. To the "moral Gower" and "the philosophical Strode. Chaucer seems to have been again sent abroad. Whether by proxy or in person. Gloucester and his friends at home had everything their own way.

In November A commission was wrung from him. The Parliament in which the poet sat assembled at Westminster on the 1st of October. One of these trustees was called Richard Forrester. Before his departure for Lombardy. Returning from Lombardy early in The contest between the Dukes of Gloucester and Lancaster. Lancaster was fighting and intriguing abroad. The next two years and a half are a blank. Things appear to have grown worse and worse with the poet.

The friends of Lancaster were once more supreme in the royal councils. For some reason unknown. Richard II. In February In May Henry of Bolingbroke. We need not ascribe to Chaucer's Parliamentary exertions in his patron's behalf. The change made in Chaucer's pecuniary position. Next year. Childern Langley. Duke of Lancaster -. On Christmas Eve of Chaucer's political reverses were aggravated by a severe domestic calamity: But the poet.

Not for the first time. It would appear that during his prosperous times he had lived in a style quite equal to his income. Chaucer is supposed to have passed them in retirement. The only lights thrown by his poems on his closing days are furnished in the little ballad called "Good Counsel of Chaucer. Mr Nicholas Brigham. The poet was buried in Westminster Abbey. Urry sums up the traits of his aspect and character fairly thus: On the structure of Mr Brigham.

As to his temper. Until the 1st of March Chaucer drew his pensions in person. Chaucer has not been reticent in his poetry. The sprightliness of his humour was more distinguished by his writings than by his appearance. It is a satirical allegory. The The Canterbury Tales are presented in this edition with as near an approach to completeness as regard for the popular character of the volume permitted.

With the second. When disengaged from public affairs. This gave him the advantage of describing the morning in so lively a manner as he does everywhere in his works.

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Chaucer softened or eliminated much of the satire of the poem. His reading was deep and extensive. It is almost needless to describe the plot. Perhaps in the entire range of ancient and modern literature there is no work that so clearly and freshly paints for future times the picture of the past. The springing sun glows warm in his lines.

The hour of the day is not easier to be discovered from the reflection of the sun in Titian's paintings. The poem is a curtailed translation from the French "Roman de la Rose" -. Margaret Countess of Pembroke often to rally him upon his silent modesty in company.

His course of living was temperate and regular. In one word. At the same time. We see nothing merry or jocose in his behaviour with his pilgrims. Incomplete as it is. To describe thus the nature of the plan. The jolly Host of the Tabard. Thirty pilgrims. All joyously assent. The Canterbury Tales issued from his press in the year after the first English.

The plan of the poem had been adopted before Chaucer chose it. Innumerable editions have since been published. All agree. The poet. No more than twenty-three of the stories are told in the work as it comes down to us. Chance sends him "nine and twenty in a company. The terminal "e" played an important part in grammar. The pages that follow. Before a word beginning with a vowel. The most important element in the proper reading of Chaucer's verses -. No reader who is acquainted with the French language will find it hard to fall into Chaucer's accentuation.

Apart from "The Romaunt of the Rose. Of "The Legend of Good Women. Of "The Court of Love. That letter is still valid in French poetry.

The plan of the volume does not demand an elaborate examination into the state of our language when Chaucer wrote. The public records show. See introduction to "The Legend of Good Women". The old biographers of Chaucer. Notes to Life of Geoffrey Chaucer 1. It need not be said. John of Gaunt. Where he bids his "little book" "Subject be unto all poesy. See the introductory notes to it and to the Legend of Good Women.

See note 1 to The Man of Law's Tale. Of Virgil. And kiss the steps. The poem. Chaucer is made to espouse the cause of John of Northampton. Called in the editions before "The Dream of Chaucer". From this long. The eldest son of this marriage. The Duchess Constance had died in Chaucer's patron had died earlier in Of Chaucer's two sons by Philippa Roet.

We hear not of any frauds discovered. The salary was L He sat in Parliament repeatedly for Oxfordshire. He held.

Probably the Judges -. She had three children by the Duke. The elder. Alice Chaucer. By this marriage Thomas Chaucer acquired great estates in Oxfordshire and elsewhere. Chaucer's department in the London Customs was in those days one of the most important and lucrative in the kingdom. Steward of the Honours of Wallingford and St Valery.

His only child. N Brigham bore the cost of these words in the name of the Muses. If you ask the year of his death. See the "Goodly Ballad of Chaucer.

Death gave him rest from his toil. This tomb was built for Geoffrey Chaucer. Ere that I farther in this tale pace. Ready to wenden on my pilgrimage To Canterbury with devout corage.

Of which virtue engender'd is the flower. The chamber. And bathed every vein in such licour. That sleepen all the night with open eye. The holy blissful Martyr for to seek. That I was of their fellowship anon. And smalle fowles make melody. To tell you alle the condition Of each of them. At night was come into that hostelry Well nine and twenty in a company Of sundry folk.

Me thinketh it accordant to reason.

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And thereto had he ridden. And which they weren. He never yet no villainy ne said In all his life. But for to telle you of his array. With him there was his son. Against another heathen in Turkie: And wente for to do his pilgrimage.

Of twenty year of age he was I guess. Truth and honour. His horse was good.

Full often time he had the board begun Above alle nations in Prusse. In listes thries. He was a very perfect gentle knight. At mortal battles had he been fifteen. And eke in what array that they were in: And at a Knight then will I first begin. When they were won. A lover. That from the time that he first began To riden out. And foughten for our faith at Tramissene. In Grenade at the siege eke had he be Of Algesir. Full worthy was he in his Lorde's war.

Her greatest oathe was but by Saint Loy. Courteous he was. And carv'd before his father at the table. Short was his gown. He was as fresh as is the month of May. And borne him well. So hot he loved. Well could he sit on horse. And in his hand he bare a mighty bow. Singing he was. An horn he bare. Harnessed well. And on that other side a gay daggere. Of his stature he was of even length.

A Christopher on his breast of silver sheen. That of her smiling was full simple and coy. Full well she sang the service divine. Entuned in her nose full seemly. He coulde songes make.

Embroider'd was he. Well could he dress his tackle yeomanly: His arrows drooped not with feathers low. Well could she carry a morsel. But sickerly she had a fair forehead. At meate was she well y-taught withal. And thereon hung a brooch of gold full sheen. That no droppe ne fell upon her breast. Her nose tretis. Full many a dainty horse had he in stable: She let no morsel from her lippes fall. A manly man. An out-rider. It was almost a spanne broad I trow. She was so charitable and so pitous.

On which was first y-written a crown'd A. And after. Nor wet her fingers in her sauce deep. For French of Paris was to her unknow. Of smalle houndes had she. Full seemly her wimple y-pinched was. Let Austin have his swink to him reserved. The rule of Saint Maur and of Saint Benet. His head was bald. And eke his face. And eke as loud. And I say his opinion was good. There as this lord was keeper of the cell. His palfrey was as brown as is a berry.

He had of gold y-wrought a curious pin. Is like to a fish that is waterless. Why should he study. This ilke text held he not worth an oyster. Now certainly he was a fair prelate. His eyen steep. And when he rode. He was a lord full fat and in good point. His bootes supple. A love-knot in the greater end there was.

This is to say. He was an easy man to give penance. For though a widow hadde but one shoe. Men must give silver to the poore freres. And every hosteler and gay tapstere. To have with such lazars acquaintance. He may not weep although him sore smart.

For if he gave. And certainly he had a merry note: And knew well the taverns in every town. For he had power of confession. For of his order he was licentiate. There n'as no man nowhere so virtuous. It is not honest. And pleasant was his absolution. Full well belov'd. Full sweetely heard he confession. Unto his order he was a noble post. As said himselfe. He had y-made full many a marriage Of younge women. He was the beste beggar in all his house: And gave a certain farme for the grant.

Therefore instead of weeping and prayeres. Thereto he strong was as a champion. Than robes rich. Ne was not worldly. And rage he could and play as any whelp. Upon his head a Flandrish beaver hat. For there was he not like a cloisterer. For he had gotten him yet no benefice. So pleasant was his In Principio. His purchase was well better than his rent.

As leane was his horse as is a rake. Sounding alway th' increase of his winning. And in his harping. As do the starres in a frosty night.

Of Aristotle. And he was not right fat. Somewhat he lisped for his wantonness. In motley. But sooth to say. I undertake. That rounded was as a bell out of press. But he was like a master or a pope. With threadbare cope as is a poor scholer.

To make his English sweet upon his tongue. Justice he was full often in assize. An householder. White was his beard. Of his array tell I no longer tale. And that was said in form and reverence. By patent. For he was Epicurus' owen son.

All was fee simple to him. Yet hadde he but little gold in coffer. Thereto he could indite. Sounding in moral virtue was his speech. That often had y-been at the Parvis. And short and quick. For his science. So great a purchaser was nowhere none. And gladly would he learn. But all be that he was a philosopher. Discreet he was. On bookes and on learning he it spent. Of fees and robes had he many one. Not one word spake he more than was need. Of his complexion he was sanguine. That held opinion.

Well lov'd he in the morn a sop in wine. He seemed such. For chattels hadde they enough and rent. And powder merchant tart and galingale. It is full fair to be y-clep'd madame. His bread. To boil the chickens and the marrow bones. But all with silver wrought full clean and well. Of a solemn and great fraternity. Of fish and flesh. And have a mantle royally y-bore. To sitten in a guild-hall.

After the sundry seasons of the year. Were with us eke. Well seemed each of them a fair burgess. Of alle dainties that men coulde think. And eke their wives would it well assent: And elles certain they had been to blame.

At sessions there was he lord and sire. A sheriff had he been. It snowed in his house of meat and drink. Well could he know a draught of London ale. So changed he his meat and his soupere.

And for to go to vigils all before. And every creek in Bretagne and in Spain: His barge y-cleped was the Magdelain. Full many a draught of wine he had y-draw From Bourdeaux-ward. He knew well all the havens. For he was grounded in astronomy. And where engender'd. Make mortrewes. For blanc manger. But great harm was it. He was a very perfect practisour The cause y-know. He knew the cause of every malady.. Were it of cold. He could roast. I undertake: With many a tempest had his beard been shake.

Of nice conscience took he no keep. If that he fought. And certainly he was a good fellaw. From Scotland to the Cape of Finisterre. In all this worlde was there none him like To speak of physic. The hot summer had made his hue all brown. He kept his patient a full great deal In houres by his magic natural. Full strait y-tied.

But of great nourishing. To send his drugges and his lectuaries For each of them made other for to win Their friendship was not newe to begin Well knew he the old Esculapius. Old Hippocras. But she was somedeal deaf. Withouten other company in youth. His study was but little on the Bible. For it was of no superfluity. And Dioscorides. Her hosen weren of fine scarlet red. In Galice at Saint James. She was a worthy woman all her live. Husbands at the church door had she had five.

She hadde passed many a strange stream At Rome she had been. Upon an ambler easily she sat. Y-wimpled well. Unto his poore parishens about. Or with a brotherhood to be withold: That if gold ruste. He sette not his benefice to hire. Of his off'ring. And left his sheep eucumber'd in the mire.

To see a shitten shepherd and clean sheep: Well ought a priest ensample for to give. That Christe's gospel truly woulde preach. And on her feet a pair of spurres sharp. But rather would he given out of doubt. In sickness and in mischief to visit The farthest in his parish.

For if a priest be foul. And ran unto London. And this figure he added yet thereto. By his own cleanness. A foot-mantle about her hippes large. Out of the gospel he the wordes caught.

And in adversity full patient: He woulde thresh. He was a shepherd. Or break it at a running with his head. That proved well. He taught. He waited after no pomp nor reverence.

To drawen folk to heaven. A Sompnour. A Manciple. There was no door. His beard as any sow or fox was red. So that the wolf ne made it not miscarry. Withouten hire. By good ensample. And thereto broad. And though he holy were. His tithes payed he full fair and well. At wrestling he would bear away the ram.

Full big he was of brawn. God loved he beste with all his heart At alle times. But dwelt at home. His hair was by his eares round y-shorn. His top was docked like a priest beforn Full longe were his legges.

The yielding of his seed and of his grain. To make him live by his proper good. In honour debtless. Well could he steale corn. And able for to helpen all a shire In any case that mighte fall or hap. That were of law expert and curious: Of which there was a dozen in that house.

Worthy to be stewards of rent and land Of any lord that is in Engleland. Of masters had he more than thries ten. He was a jangler.

His mouth as wide was as a furnace.

And therewithal he brought us out of town. And that was most of sin and harlotries. A sword and buckler bare he by his side. Then would he speak. And for to drink strong wine as red as blood. Nor ointement that woulde cleanse or bite. Were wholly in this Reeve's governing. Since that his lord was twenty year of age.

As hot he was and lecherous as a sparrow. There could no man bring him in arrearage There was no bailiff. And by his cov'nant gave he reckoning.

With scalled browes black. That had a fire-red cherubinnes face. Of Norfolk was this Reeve. To give and lend him of his owen good.

And have a thank. A fewe termes knew he. There n'as quicksilver. He coulde better than his lord purchase Full rich he was y-stored privily His lord well could he please subtilly. Well lov'd he garlic. His lorde's sheep. And when that he well drunken had the wine. Of his visage children were sore afeard. Then would he speake no word but Latin. Of cursing ought each guilty man to dread. In danger had he at his owen guise The younge girles of the diocese.

And therewith he his shoulders oversprad. For it was trussed up in his wallet. But well I wot. And eke ye knowen well. Full loud he sang. Then had he spent all his philosophy.

He woulde suffer. That straight was comen from the court of Rome. Questio quid juris. But smooth it hung. That he had learned out of some decree. Full thin it lay. No wonder is. A good fellow to have his concubine A twelvemonth. This Pardoner had hair as yellow as wax. But first I pray you of your courtesy.

He was in church a noble ecclesiast. Now have I told you shortly in a clause Th' estate. And after will I tell of our voyage. Such glaring eyen had he. No beard had he. He muste preach. But with these relics. Upon a day he got him more money Than that the parson got in moneths tway.

Therefore he sang full merrily and loud. But of his craft. He said. That highte the Tabard. But truely to tellen at the last. I trow he were a gelding or a mare. And all the remnant of our pilgrimage.

Ne was there such another pardonere. Well could he read a lesson or a story.

As smooth it was as it were new y-shave. Or feigne things. And of manhoode lacked him right naught. And spake of mirth amonges other things. Great cheere made our Host us every one. Also I pray you to forgive it me. The wordes must be cousin to the deed. Eke thereto was he right a merry man. And well ye wot no villainy is it.

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Strong was the wine. Not though I speak their wordes properly. When that we hadde made our reckonings. And after supper playen he began. For by my troth. Whoso shall tell a tale after a man. He must as well say one word as another. Bold of his speech. Fain would I do you mirth. And of a mirth I am right now bethought.

Every word. A seemly man Our Hoste was withal For to have been a marshal in an hall. And to the supper set he us anon: And served us with victual of the best. And saide thus. Christ spake Himself full broad in Holy Writ. He may not spare. For this ye knowen all so well as I. To tellen you their wordes and their cheer. He must rehearse. My wit is short. Eke Plato saith. When that ye come again from Canterbury.

Now by my father's soule that is dead. I pray you. That is to say. Shall pay for all we spenden by the way. And well I wot. And if you liketh all by one assent Now for to standen at my judgement.

To Canterbury-ward. This is the point.

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