The Canterbury Tales

The Canterbury Tales

Language: English

Pages: 544

ISBN: 1480263303

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Canterbury Tales is the collection of short stories by Geoffrey Chaucer now brought to you in this new edition of the timeless classic

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clene for his drinke. For al the night he shoop him for to swinke In caryinge of the gold out of that place. And whan this ryotour, with sory grace, Had filled with wyn his grete botels three, To his felawes agayn repaireth he. What nedeth it to sermone of it more? For right as they had cast his deeth bifore, Right so they han him slayn, and that anon. And whan that this was doon, thus spak that oon, “Now lat us sitte and drinke, and make us merie, And afterward we wol his body berie.”

telle us somwhat elles For sikerly, nere clinking of your belles, That on your brydel hange on every syde, By heven king, that for us alle dyde, I sholde er this han fallen doun for slepe, Although the slough had never been so depe; Than had your tale al be told in vayn. For certeinly, as that thise clerkes seyn, ‘Wher-as a man may have noon audience, The Nun’s Priest’s Tale The Prologue “STOP!” SAID THE KNIGHT, “good sir, no more of this:1 What you have said is right enough,

such matters, And what they say of women you may hear. These be the cock’s words, and not mine; I can find no harm in any woman. Faire in the sond, to bathe hir merily, Lyth Pertelote, and alle hir sustres by, Agayn the sonne; and Chauntecleer so free Song merier than the mermayde in the see; For Phisiologus seith sikerly, How that they singen wel and merily And so bifel that, as he caste his ye, Among the wortes, on a boterflye, He was war of this fox that lay ful lowe. No-thing ne

“Brother,” quod he, “heer woneth an old rebekke, That hadde almost as lief to lese hir nekke As for to yeve a peny of hir good. I wol han twelf pens, though that she be wood, Or I wol sompne hir un-to our offyce; And yet, god woot, of hir knowe I no vyce. But for thou canst nat, as in this contree, Winne thy cost, tak heer ensample of me.” This Somnour clappeth at the widwes gate. “Com out,” quod he, “thou olde viritrate! I trowe thou hast som frere or prese with thee!” “Who clappeth?”

a section of Jerome’s treatise against the monk Jovinian (see note 17 to “The Wife of Bath’s Tale”). The Pardoner’s Tale 1 (p. 485) corpus bones: Christ’s bones. 2 (p. 485) “You sweet friend, you Pardoner”: There appears to be a sexually derogatory element in the Host’s summons; compare the narrator’s comment in “The General Prologue” that he believes the Pardoner to be a gelding or a mare. 3 (p. 485) “by Saint Runyan!”: The Pardoner is mimicking the Host, who has used this oath a few lines

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