The Canterbury tales
Geoffrey Chaucer
F.N. Robinson

The Franklin's words to the Squire

In feith, squier, thow hast thee wel yquit
     673
And gentilly. I preise wel thy wit,
     674
Quod the frankeleyn, considerynge thy yowthe,
     675
So feelyngly thou spekest, sire, I allow the!
     676
As to my doom, ther is noon that is heere
     677
Of eloquence that shal be thy peere,
     678
If that thou lyve; God yeve thee good chaunce,
     679
And in vertu sende thee continuance!
     680
For of thy speche I have greet deyntee. Page  135
     681
I have a sone, and by the trinitee,
     682
I hadde levere than twenty pounnd worth lond,
     683
Though it right now were fallen in myn hond,
     684
He were a man of swich discrecioun
     685
As that ye been! fy on possessioun,
     686
But if a man be vertuous withal!
     687
I have my sone snybbed, and yet shal,
     688
For he to vertu listeth nat entende;
     689
But for to pleye at dees, and to despende
     690
And lese al that he hath, is his usage.
     691
And he hath levere talken with a page
     692
Than to comune with any gentil wight
     693
Where he myghte lerne gentillesse aright.
     694
Straw for youre gentillesse! quod oure hoost.
     695
What, frankeleyn! pardee, sire, wel thou woost
     696
That ech of yow moot tellen atte leste
     697
A tale or two, or breken his biheste.
     698
That knowe I wel, sire, quod the frankeleyn.
     699
I prey yow, haveth me nat in desdeyn,
     700
Though to this man I speke a word or two.
     701
Telle on thy tale withouten wordes mo.
     702
Gladly, sire hoost, quod he, I wole obeye
     703
Unto your wyl; now herkneth what I seye.
     704
I wol yow nat contrarien in no wyse
     705
As fer as that my wittes wol suffyse.
     706
I prey to God that it may plesen yow;
     707
Thanne woot I wel that it is good ynow.
     708