The Canterbury tales

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Title
The Canterbury tales
Author
Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400
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Boston, Mass.: Houghton Mifflin
1957
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"The Canterbury tales." In the digital collection Corpus of Middle English Prose and Verse. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/CT. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 7, 2024.

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The Introduction to the Man of Law's Tale

Oure hooste saugh wel that the brighte sonne Line 1 The ark of his artificial day hath ronne Line 2 The ferthe part, and half an houre and moore, Line 3 And though he were nat depe ystert in loore, Line 4 He wiste it was the eightetethe day Line 5 Of aprill, that is messager to may; Line 6 And saugh wel that the shadwe of every tree Line 7 Was as in lengthe the same quantitee Line 8 That was the body erect that caused it. Line 9 And therfore by the shadwe he took his wit Line 10 That phebus, which that shoon so clere and brighte, Line 11 Degrees was fyve and fourty clombe on highte; Line 12 And for that day, as in that latitude, Line 13 It was ten of the clokke, he gan conclude, Line 14 And sodeynly he plighte his hors aboute. Line 15 Lordynges, quod he, I warne yow, al this route, Line 16 The fourthe party of this day is gon. Line 17 Now, for the love of God and of seint john, Line 18 Leseth no tyme, as ferforth as ye may. Line 19 Lordynges, the tyme wasteth nyght and day, Line 20 And steleth from us, what pryvely slepynge, Line 21 And what thurgh necligence in oure wakynge, Line 22 As dooth the streem that turneth nevere agayn, Line 23 Descendynge fro the montaigne into playn. Line 24 Wel kan senec and many a philosophre Line 25 Biwaillen tyme moore than gold in cofre; Line 26 For -- los of catel may recovered be, Line 27 But los of tyme shendeth us, -- quod he. Line 28 It wol nat come agayn, withouten drede, Line 29 Namoore than wole malkynes maydenhede, Line 30 Whan she hath lost it in hir wantownesse. Line 31 Lat us nat mowlen thus in ydelnesse. Line 32 Sire man of lawe, quod he, so have ye blis, Line 33 Telle us a tale anon, as forward is. Line 34 Ye been submytted, thurgh youre free assent, Line 35 To stonden in this cas at my juggement. Line 36 Acquiteth yow now of youre biheeste; Line 37 Thanne have ye do youre devoir atte leeste. Line 38 Hooste, quod he, depardieux, ich assente; Line 39 To breke forward is nat myn entente. Line 40 Biheste is dette, and I wole holde fayn Line 41 Al my biheste, I kan no bettre sayn. Line 42 For swich lawe as a man yeveth another wight, Line 43 He sholde hymselven usen it, by right; Line 44 Thus wole oure text. But nathelees, certeyn, Line 45 I kan right now no thrifty tale seyn Line 46 That chaucer, thogh he kan but lewedly Line 47 On metres and on rymyng craftily, Line 48 Hath seyd hem in swich englissh as he kan Line 49 Of olde tyme, as knoweth many a man; Line 50 And if he have noght seyd hem, leve brother, Line 51 In o book, he hath seyd hem in another. Line 52 For he hath toold of loveris up and doun Line 53 Mo than ovide made of mencioun Line 54 In his episteles, that been ful olde. Line 55 What sholde I tellen hem, syn they been tolde? Line 56 In youthe he made of ceys and alcione, Line 57 And sitthen hath he spoken of everichone, Line 58 Thise noble wyves and thise loveris eke. Line 59 Whoso that wole his large volume seke, Line 60 Cleped the seintes legende of cupide, Line 61 Ther may he seen the large woundes wyde Line 62 Of lucresse, and of babilan tesbee; Line 63 The swerd of dido for the false enee; Line 64 The tree of phillis for hire demophon; Line 65 The pleinte of dianire and of hermyon, Line 66 Of adriane, and of isiphilee; Line 67 The bareyne yle stondynge in the see; Line 68 The dreynte leandre for his erro; Line 69 The teeris of eleyne, and eek the wo Line 70 Of brixseyde, and of the, ladomya; Line 71 The crueltee of the, queene medea, Line 72 Thy litel children hangynge by the hals, Line 73 For thy jason, that was of love so fals! Line 74 O ypermystra, penelopee, alceste, Line 75 Youre wifhod he comendeth with the beste! Line 76 But certeinly no word ne writeth he Line 77 Of thilke wikke ensample of canacee, Line 78 That loved hir owene brother synfully; Line 79 Of swiche cursed stories I sey fy!) Line 80 Or ellis of tyro appollonius, Line 81 How that the cursed kyng antiochus Line 82 Birafte his doghter of hir maydenhede, Line 83 That is so horrible a tale for to rede, Line 84 Whan he hir threw upon the pavement. Line 85 And therfore he, of ful avysement, Line 86

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Line 86 Nolde nevere write in none of his sermons Line 87 Of swiche unkynde abhomynacions, Line 88 Ne I wol noon reherce, if that I may. Line 89 But of my tale how shal I doon this day? Line 90 Me were looth be likned, doutelees, Line 91 To muses that men clepe pierides -- Line 92 Methamorphosios woot what I mene; Line 93 But nathelees, I recche noght a bene Line 94 Though I come after hym with hawebake. Line 95 I speke in prose, and lat him rymes make. Line 96 And with that word he, with a sobre cheere, Line 97 Bigan his tale, as ye shal after heere. Line 98
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