The Friar's Prologue, ll. 1-36 (The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer)

From The Canterbury Tales:
The Friar's Prologue

	This worthy lymytour, this noble Frere,
	He made alwey a maner louryng chiere
	Upon the Somonour, but for honestee
	No vileyns word as yet to hym spak he.
5	But atte laste he seyde unto the wyf,
	"Dame," quod he, "God yeve yow right good lyf!
	Ye han heer touched, also moot I thee,
	In scole-matere greet difficultee.
	Ye han seyd muche thyng right wel, I seye;
10	But, dame, heere as we ryde by the weye,
	Us nedeth nat to speken but of game,
	And lete auctoritees, on Goddes name,
	To prechyng and to scole eek of clergye.
	But if it lyke to this compaignye,
15	I wol yow of a somonour telle a game.
	Pardee, ye may wel knowe by the name
	That of a somonour may no good be sayd;
	I praye that noon of you be yvele apayd.
	A somonour is a rennere up and doun
20	With mandementz for fornicacioun,
	And is ybet at every townes ende."

	Oure Hoost tho spak, "A, sire, ye sholde be hende
	And curteys, as a man of youre estaat;
	In compaignye we wol have no debaat.
25	Telleth youre tale, and lat the somonour be."

	"Nay," quod the Somonour, "lat hym seye to me
	What so hym list; whan it comth to me lot,
	By God, I shal hym quiten every grot.
	I shal hym tellen which a greet honour
30	It is to be a flaterynge lymytour;
	And eek of many another manere cryme
	Which nedeth nat rehercen at this tyme;
	And his office I shal hym telle, ywis."

	Oure Hoost answerde, "Pees, namoore of this!"
35	And after this he seyde unto the Frere,
	"Tel forth youre tale, my leeve maister deere."