Of Ialousie / or any oother teene
Thus endeth Palamon / and Emelye
And god saue / al this faire compaignye Amen
¶ Here is ended / the knyghtes tale
Here bigynneth the prologe of the Milleres tale
Hic incipit prologus molendariiWhan that the knyght hadde thus his tale ytooldIn al the compaignie nas ther yong ne ooldThat he ne seyde it was a noble storieAnd worthy for to drawen to memorie5
And namely the gentils euerichon¶ Oure hoost lough and swoor so moot I gonThis gooth aright vnbokeled is the maleLat se now who shal telle another taleFor trewely the game is wel bigonne10
Now telleth ye sire Monk / if that ye konneSom what to quite with the knyghtes tale¶ The Millere / that for dronken was a paleSo that vnnethe / vpon his hors he satHe nolde aualen / neither hood ne hat15
Ne abiden no man / for his curteisyeBut in Pilates voys / he gan to cryeAnd swoor by armes / and by blood and bonesI kan a noble tale / for the nonesWith which / I wol now quite the knyghtes tale20
¶ Oure hoost saugh / that he was dronke of ale¶ And seyde / abyde Robyn leeue brotherSom bettre man / shal telle vs first anotherAbyde and lat vs werken thriftily¶ By goddes soule quod he / that wol nat I