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"By Goddes soule," quod he, "that wol nat I, |
25 | For I wol speke, or elles go my wey." |
| Oure Hoost answerde, "Tel on, a devel wey! |
| Thou art a fool, thy wit is overcome! |
| "Now herkneth," quod the Miller, "alle and some, |
| But first I make a protestacioun |
30 | That I am dronke, I knowe it by my soun; |
| And therfore, if that I mysspeke or seye, |
| Wyte it the ale of Southwerk I you preye. |
| For I wol telle a legende and a lyf |
| Bothe of a carpenter and of his wyf, |
35 | How that a clerk hath set the wrightes cappe." |
| The Reve answerde and seyde, "Stynt thy clappe, |
| Lat be thy lewed dronken harlotrye, |
| It is a synne and eek a greet folye |
| To apeyren any man or hym defame, |
40 | And eek to bryngen wyves in swich fame; |
| Thou mayst ynogh of othere thynges seyn." |
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"Now by God's soul," cried he, "that will not I! |
25 | For I will speak, or else I'll go my way." |
| Our host replied: "Tell on, then, till doomsday! |
| You are a fool, your wit is overcome." |
| "Now hear me," said the miller, "all and some! |
| But first I make a protestation round |
30 | That I'm quite drunk, I know it by my sound: |
| And therefore, if I slander or mis-say, |
| Blame it on ale of Southwark, so I pray; |
| For I will tell a legend and a life |
| Both of a carpenter and of his wife, |
35 | And how a scholar set the good wright's cap." |
| The reeve replied and said: "Oh, shut your tap, |
| Let be your ignorant drunken ribaldry! |
| It is a sin, and further, great folly |
| To asperse any man, or him defame, |
40 | And, too, to bring upon a man's wife shame. |
| There are enough of other things to say." |
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