1 Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
19 Bifil that in that seson on a day,
35 But nathelees, whil I have tyme and space,
43 A KNYGHT ther was, and that a worthy man,
79 With hym ther was his sone, a yong SQUIER,
101 A YEMAN hadde he and servantz namo
118 Ther was also a Nonne, a PRIORESSE,
163 Another NONNE with hire hadde she,
165 A MONK ther was, a fair for the maistrie,
208 A FRERE ther was, a wantowne and a merye,
20 In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay
21 Redy to wenden on my pilgrymage
22 To Caunterbury with ful devout corage,
23 At nyght was come into that hostelrye
24 Wel nyne and twenty in a compaignye
25 Of sondry folk, by aventure yfalle
26 In felaweshipe, and pilgrimes were they alle,
27 That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde.
28 The chambres and the stables weren wyde,
29 And wel we weren esed atte beste.
30 And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste,
31 So hadde I spoken with hem everichon
32 That I was of hir felaweshipe anon,
33 And made forward erly for to ryse,
34 To take oure wey ther as I yow devyse.
36 Er that I ferther in this tale pace,
37 Me thynketh it acordaunt to resoun
38 To telle yow al the condicioun
39 Of ech of hem, so as it semed me,
40 And whiche they weren, and of what degree,
41 And eek in what array that they were inne;
42 And at a knyght than wol I first bigynne.
44 That fro the tyme that he first bigan
45 To riden out, he loved chivalrie,
46 Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.
47 Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre,
48 And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre,
49 As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse,
50 And evere honoured for his worthynesse;
51 At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne.
52 Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne
53 Aboven alle nacions in Pruce;
54 In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce,
55 No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.
56 In Gernade at the seege eek hadde he be
57 Of Algezir, and riden in Belmarye.
58 At Lyeys was he and at Satalye,
59 Whan they were wonne, and in the Grete See
60 At many a noble armee hadde he be.
61 At mortal batailles hadde he been fiftene,
62 And foughten for oure feith at Tramyssene
63 In lystes thries, and ay slayn his foo.
64 This ilke worthy knyght hadde been also
65 Somtyme with the lord of Palatye
66 Agayn another hethen in Turkye;
67 And everemoore he hadde a sovereyn prys.
68 And though that he were worthy, he was wys,
69 And of his port as meeke as is a mayde.
70 He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde
71 In al his lyf unto no maner wight.
72 He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
73 But for to tellen yow of his array,
74 His hors were goode, but he was nat gay.
75 Of fustian he wered a gypon
76 Al bismotered with his habergeon,
77 For he was late ycome from his viage,
78 And wente for to doon his pilgrymage.
80 A lovyere and a lusty bacheler,
81 With lokkes crulle as they were leyd in presse.
82 Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse.
83 Of his stature he was of evene lengthe,
84 And wonderly delyvere, and of greet strengthe.
85 And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachie
86 In Flaundres, in Artoys, and Pycardie,
87 And born hym weel, as of so litel space,
88 In hope to stonden in his lady grace.
89 Embrouded was he, as it were a meede
90 Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and reede.
91 Syngynge he was, or floytynge, al the day;
92 He was as fressh as is the month of May.
93 Short was his gowne, with sleves longe and wyde.
94 Wel koude he sitte on hors and faire ryde.
95 He koude songes make and wel endite,
96 Juste and eek daunce, and weel purtreye and write.
97 So hoote he lovede that by nyghtertale
98 He sleep namoore than dooth a nyghtyngale.
99 Curteis he was, lowely, and servysable,
100 And carf biforn his fader at the table.
102 At that tyme, for hym liste ride so,
103 And he was clad in cote and hood of grene.
104 A sheef of pecok arwes, bright and kene,
105 Under his belt he bar ful thriftily
106 (Wel koude he dresse his takel yemanly;
107 His arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe),
108 And in his hand he baar a myghty bowe.
109 A not heed hadde he, with a broun visage.
110 Of wodecraft wel koude he al the usage.
111 Upon his arm he baar a gay bracer,
112 And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler,
113 And on that oother syde a gay daggere
114 Harneised wel and sharp as point of spere;
115 A Cristopher on his brest of silver sheene.
116 An horn he bar, the bawdryk was of grene;
117 A forster was he, soothly, as I gesse.
119 That of hir smylyng was ful symple and coy;
120 Hire gretteste ooth was but by Seinte Loy;
121 And she was cleped madame Eglentyne.
122 Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne,
123 Entuned in hir nose ful semely;
124 And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly,
125 After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe,
126 For Frenssh of Parys was to hire unknowe.
127 At mete wel ytaught was she with alle;
128 She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle,
129 Ne wette hir fyngres in hir sauce depe;
130 Wel koude she carie a morsel and wel kepe
131 That no drope ne fille upon hire brest.
132 In curteisie was set ful muchel hir lest.
133 Hir over-lippe wyped she so clene
134 That in hir coppe ther was no ferthyng sene
135 Of grece, whan she dronken hadde hir draughte.
136 Ful semely after hir mete she raughte.
137 And sikerly she was of greet desport,
138 And ful plesaunt, and amyable of port,
139 And peyned hire to countrefete cheere
140 Of court, and to been estatlich of manere,
141 And to ben holden digne of reverence.
142 But for to speken of hire conscience,
143 She was so charitable and so pitous
144 She wolde wepe, if that she saugh a mous
145 Kaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.
146 Of smale houndes hadde she that she fedde
147 With rosted flessh, or milk and wastel-breed.
148 But soore wepte she if oon of hem were deed,
149 Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte;
150 And al was conscience and tendre herte.
151 Ful semyly hir wympul pynched was,
152 Hir nose tretys, hir eyen greye as glas,
153 Hir mouth ful smal, and therto softe and reed.
154 But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed;
155 It was almoost a spanne brood, I trowe;
156 For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe.
157 Ful fetys was hir cloke, as I was war.
158 Of smal coral aboute hire arm she bar
159 A peire of bedes, gauded al with grene,
160 And theron heng a brooch of gold ful sheene,
161 On which ther was first write a crowned A,
162 And after Amor vincit omnia.
164 That was hir chapeleyne, and preestes thre.
166 An outridere, that lovede venerie,
167 A manly man, to been an abbot able.
168 Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable,
169 And whan he rood, men myghte his brydel heere
170 Gynglen in a whistlynge wynd als cleere
171 And eek as loude as dooth the chapel belle
172 Ther as this lord was kepere of the celle.
173 The reule of Seint Maure or of Seint Beneit --
174 By cause that it was old and somdel streit
175 This ilke Monk leet olde thynges pace,
176 And heeld after the newe world the space.
177 He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen,
178 That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men,
179 Ne that a monk, whan he is recchelees,
180 Is likned til a fissh that is waterlees --
181 This is to seyn, a monk out of his cloystre.
182 But thilke text heeld he nat worth an oystre;
183 And I seyde his opinion was good.
184 What sholde he studie and make hymselven wood,
185 Upon a book in cloystre alwey to poure,
186 Or swynken with his handes, and laboure,
187 As Austyn bit? How shal the world be served?
188 Lat Austyn have his swynk to hym reserved!
189 Therfore he was a prikasour aright:
190 Grehoundes he hadde as swift as fowel in flight;
191 Of prikyng and of huntyng for the hare
192 Was al his lust, for no cost wolde he spare.
193 I seigh his sleves purfiled at the hond
194 With grys, and that the fyneste of a lond;
195 And for to festne his hood under his chyn,
196 He hadde of gold ywroght a ful curious pyn;
197 A love-knotte in the gretter ende ther was.
198 His heed was balled, that shoon as any glas,
199 And eek his face, as he hadde been enoynt.
200 He was a lord ful fat and in good poynt;
201 His eyen stepe, and rollynge in his heed,
202 That stemed as a forneys of a leed;
203 His bootes souple, his hors in greet estaat.
204 Now certeinly he was a fair prelaat;
205 He was nat pale as a forpyned goost.
206 A fat swan loved he best of any roost.
207 His palfrey was as broun as is a berye.
209 A lymytour, a ful solempne man.
210 In alle the ordres foure is noon that kan
211 So muchel of daliaunce and fair langage.
212 He hadde maad ful many a mariage
213 Of yonge wommen at his owene cost.
214 Unto his ordre he was a noble post.
215 Ful wel biloved and famulier was he
216 With frankeleyns over al in his contree,
217 And eek with worthy wommen of the toun;
218 For he hadde power of confessioun,
219 As seyde hymself, moore than a curat,
220 For of his ordre he was licenciat.
221 Ful swetely herde he confessioun,
222 And plesaunt was his absolucioun:
223 He was an esy man to yeve penaunce,
224 Ther as he wiste to have a good pitaunce.
225 For unto a povre ordre for to yive
226 Is signe that a man is wel yshryve;
227 For if he yaf, he dorste make avaunt,
228 He wiste that a man was repentaunt;
229 For many a man so hard is of his herte,
230 He may nat wepe, althogh hym soore smerte.
231 Therfore in stede of wepynge and preyeres
232 Men moote yeve silver to the povre freres.
233 His typet was ay farsed ful of knyves
234 And pynnes, for to yeven faire wyves.
235 And certeinly he hadde a murye note:
236 Wel koude he synge and pleyen on a rote;
237 Of yeddynges he baar outrely the pris.
238 His nekke whit was as the flour-de-lys;
239 Therto he strong was as a champioun.
240 He knew the tavernes wel in every toun
241 And everich hostiler and tappestere
242 Bet than a lazar or a beggestere,
243 For unto swich a worthy man as he