Here bigynneth the prologe of the Milleres tale
Hic incipit prologus molendarii
Whan that the knyght hadde thus his tale ytoold
In al the compaignie nas ther yong ne oold
That he ne seyde it was a noble storie
And worthy for to drawen to memorie
And namely the gentils euerichon
Oure hoost lough and swoor so moot I gon
This gooth aright vnbokeled is the male
Lat se now who shal telle another tale
For trewely the game is wel bigonne
Now telleth ye sire Monk / if that ye konne
Som what to quite with the knyghtes tale
The Millere / that for dronken was a pale
So that vnnethe / vpon his hors he sat
He nolde aualen / neither hood ne hat
Ne abiden no man / for his curteisye
But in Pilates voys / he gan to crye
And swoor by armes / and by blood and bones
I kan a noble tale / for the nones
With which / I wol now quite the knyghtes tale
Oure hoost saugh / that he was dronke of ale
And seyde / abyde Robyn leeue brother
Som bettre man / shal telle vs first another
Abyde and lat vs werken thriftily
By goddes soule quod he / that wol nat I
For I wol speke / or ellis go my wey
Oure hoost answerde / tel on a deuelewey
Thy bad tale tell on on devilwey
Thow art a fool / thy wit is ouercome
[..] The Millewardes tale/
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Whan þat þe knight had þus his tale y told
In all þe companye nas þer ȝong ne old
That he ne seyde it / was a noble storye
And worþi for to drawen in memorie
And nameliche þe gentils eủych oon
Oure Oost lough and swor so mot I gon
This goþ aright vnbokeled is þe male
Lat se now who schal telle anoþer tale
For trewely þe game is wel bygonne
Now telleþ ȝe sire monk if ȝe kunne
Somwhat to quyte with þe knightes tale
The meller þat for drunken was al pale
So þat vnneþe vpon his hors he sat
He nolde aualen neyþer hood ne hat
Ne abide noman for his curtesie
But in Pilates vois he gan to crye
And swor by armes and by blood and bones
I can a noble tale for þe nones
Wiþ which I wol now quite þe knightes tale
Oure oost saugh þat he was drunken of ale
And seyde abyde Robyn leeue broþer
Som bettre man schal telle vs ferst anoþer
Abyd and lat vs werken þriftily
By goddes soule quod he þat wol nat I
For I wol speken or elles go my weye
Oure oost answerde telle on a deuelleweye
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Thou art a fool þi witte is ouercome
And begynneth the Milleris prolog .
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WHan that þe knight had thus his tale told
In al the companye nas ther yong ne old
That he ne sayde it was a nobyl story
And worthy to be drawe in memory
And namely the gentilis euerichon
Our hoost lowgh and swoor so mot I goon
Thus vnbokelid wel is the male
Let se now who shal telle another tale
For trewly the game is wel begonne
Now telle ye sir monk yf that ye konne
Som what to quyte with the knyght his tale
The Milward that fordronkyn was al pale
To that vnnethis vp on is hors he sat
He nolde auale nother hood ne hat
Ne abyde noman for his curtesye
But in Pilatis vois he gan crye
And swoor be armys blood and bonys
I can an nobil tale forthe nonys
The whiche I wol now quyte the knyght his tale
Our ost saw that he was dronke of ale
And sayde abyde Robyn leue brothir
Sum bettir man shal telle first anothir
Abyde let vs worke thriftely
Be cokkis soule quod he that nyl not I
For I wil speke or ellis go my wey
Our hoost answerd tel on a deuyl wey
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Thou art a fool thy witte is ouercome
And here be gynnyth a Prolog
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When that þe knyght had þus his tale Itold
In al the company nas ther ȝong ne old
That he ne seid it was a nobil story
And worthy to be drawyn̄ in memory
And namly the gentilis everychone
Oure hoost swore and seid so mot I goon̄
This goith a right vnbokelid is þe male
Let se nowe who shal tel anothir tale
For trewly the game is wele be gonne
Nowe tel on Sir Monk yf þat yee con̄
Som what þe quyte with the knyght his tale
The Milward that for dronkyn was al pale
So that vnnethis oppon his hors he sat
He nold a valyn nethir hode ne hat
Ne abide no man for his curtesy
But in his Pilatis vois he gan cry
And swore be Armys blode and bonys
I can a nobil tale for the nonys
The wich I wol nowe quyte þe knyght his tale
Our hoost sawe that he was dronk of ale
And seid abide Robyn̄ leve brothir
Som bettir man shal first tel a nothir
Abide let vs workyn̄ thriftely
Be Goddis soule quod he that nyl nat I
For I wol speke or ellis go my wey
Our hoost answerd tel on a devil wey
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Thowe art a fool thy wit is ovir com
And begynneth the Milleris prologe
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Whanne. þat the knyȝt had þus his tale told
In al þe companie nas þer yong ne old
That he ne saide it was a nobil story
And worthi to be drawe in memory
And nameli þe gentilis euerichon
Our . ost . lowgh . and swoor so mot I . goon
This vnbokelid is the male
Let se now . who shal telle anoþer tale
For trewli the game is wel begonne
Now telle ye sir monk if þat ye konne
Som what to quyte with þe knyȝt his tale
The Milward þat fordronkyn was al pale
So þat vnnethis vpon his hors he sat
He nolde avale noþer hood ne hat
Ne abide noman for his curtesie
But in Pilatis vois he gan crie
And swoor be armys . blood and bonys
I can An nobil tale forthe nonys
Þe whiche I wol now quyte the knyȝt his tale
Our ost saw þat he was dronke of ale
And saide abide Robin leue brothir
Sum bettir man shal telle first Anothir
Abide let vs worke thriftely
Be cokkis soule quod he that nyl not I
For I wil speke . or ellis . go my wey
Our ost answerd telon adeuel wey
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Thou art a fool thi wit is ouercom
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And here begynneth the Myllers prologue
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WHan that the knyght had thus his tale tolde
In alle the company nas there yong ne olde
That he ne sayd it was a noble story
And worthy to be drawe in memory
And namely the gentylles euerichone
Oure hoost lough and swore so mot I gone
This goth a right vnbokeled is the male
Let se now who shal tel another tale
For truly the game is wele begonne
Now telle ye sir monke if that ye konne
Somwhat to quyte the knyght his tale
The Myller that for dronken was al pale
To that vnnethes vpon his horse he sat
He nolde auale nother hode ne hat
Ne abyde noman for his curtesy
But in pylates voyce he gan to cry
And swore by armes blode and bones
I can a noble tale for the nones
With whiche I wol now quyte the knyghtes tale
Oure hoost saw that he was dronke of ale
And sayde abyde Robyn leue brother
Som bettre man shal telle first another
Abyde and let vs werke thryftely
By cokkes soule quod he that nyl nat I
For I wil speke or elles go my wey
Our hoost aunswerd telle on a deuyl wey
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Thou art a fool thy wyt is ouercome
⁊ here bygnneþ þe Prologe of þe Milleres tale
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Whan þat þe knyght had þus his tale told
In al the companye nas þer ȝonge ne olde
Þat he ne seide it was a noble storie
And worþi to be drawe in memorie
And namely the gentels euerechon
Our hooste loughe and swore so mot I gon
This goþ a riȝt vnbokeled is þe male
Lat se nowe who shal telle anoþere tale
For trewly þe game is wel bygonne
Now telleþ ȝe sir monke ȝif ȝe conne
Somwhat to quyte wiþ þe knyghtes tale
The Miller þat for- dronke was al pale
So þat vnneþes vppon his hors he satte
He wold availe neiþe hode ne hatte
Ne abide no man for his curtesie
But in Pilates vois he bygan to crie
And swore by armes blode and bones
I can a noble tale for þe nones
Wiþ þe which I wil now quyte þe knyȝtes tale
Our seghe þat he was dronke of ale
And seide abide Robyn leue brother
Somme better man shal telle vs first anoþer
Abide and us wirche thriftely
By goddes soule quod he þat wil not I
For I wil speke or ellis go my way
Our hooste answerd seye on a deuel way
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Thou arte a fool þi witt is ouercommen