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1 Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
When April with its sweet-smelling showers
2 The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
Has pierced the drought of March to the root,
3 And bathed every veyne in swich licour
And bathed every vein (of the plants) in such liquid
4 Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
5 Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
6 Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
7 The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
8 Hath in the Ram his half cours yronne,
9 And smale foweles maken melodye,
10 That slepen al the nyght with open ye
11 (So priketh hem Nature in hir corages),
12 Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
13 And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
14 To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
15 And specially from every shires ende
16 Of Engelond to Caunterbury they wende,
17 The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
18 That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
19 Bifil that in that seson on a day,
20 In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay
21 Redy to wenden on my pilgrymage
22 To Caunterbury with ful devout corage,
23 At nyght was come into that hostelrye
24 Wel nyne and twenty in a compaignye
25 Of sondry folk, by aventure yfalle
26 In felaweshipe, and pilgrimes were they alle,
27 That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde.
28 The chambres and the stables weren wyde,
29 And wel we weren esed atte beste.
30 And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste,
31 So hadde I spoken with hem everichon
32 That I was of hir felaweshipe anon,
33 And made forward erly for to ryse,
34 To take oure wey ther as I yow devyse.
35 But nathelees, whil I have tyme and space,
36 Er that I ferther in this tale pace,
37 Me thynketh it acordaunt to resoun
38 To telle yow al the condicioun
39 Of ech of hem, so as it semed me,
40 And whiche they weren, and of what degree,
41 And eek in what array that they were inne;
42 And at a knyght than wol I first bigynne.
43 A KNYGHT ther was, and that a worthy man,
44 That fro the tyme that he first bigan
45 To riden out, he loved chivalrie,
46 Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.
47 Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre,
48 And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre,
49 As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse,
50 And evere honoured for his worthynesse;
51 At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne.
52 Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne
53 Aboven alle nacions in Pruce;
54 In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce,
55 No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.
56 In Gernade at the seege eek hadde he be
57 Of Algezir, and riden in Belmarye.
58 At Lyeys was he and at Satalye,
59 Whan they were wonne, and in the Grete See
60 At many a noble armee hadde he be.
61 At mortal batailles hadde he been fiftene,
62 And foughten for oure feith at Tramyssene
63 In lystes thries, and ay slayn his foo.
64 This ilke worthy knyght hadde been also
65 Somtyme with the lord of Palatye
66 Agayn another hethen in Turkye;
67 And everemoore he hadde a sovereyn prys.
The Knight did not let his success in feats of arms go to his head. 68 And though that he were worthy, he was wys,
69 And of his port as meeke as is a mayde.
70 He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde
71 In al his lyf unto no maner wight.
72 He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
73 But for to tellen yow of his array,
74 His hors were goode, but he was nat gay.
75 Of fustian he wered a gypon
76 Al bismotered with his habergeon,
77 For he was late ycome from his viage,
78 And wente for to doon his pilgrymage.
79 With hym ther was his sone, a yong SQUIER,
80 A lovyere and a lusty bacheler,
81 With lokkes crulle as they were leyd in presse.
82 Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse.
83 Of his stature he was of evene lengthe,
84 And wonderly delyvere, and of greet strengthe.
85 And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachie
86 In Flaundres, in Artoys, and Pycardie,
87 And born hym weel, as of so litel space,
88 In hope to stonden in his lady grace.
89 Embrouded was he, as it were a meede
90 Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and reede.
91 Syngynge he was, or floytynge, al the day;
92 He was as fressh as is the month of May.
93 Short was his gowne, with sleves longe and wyde.
94 Wel koude he sitte on hors and faire ryde.
95 He koude songes make and wel endite,
96 Juste and eek daunce, and weel purtreye and write.
97 So hoote he lovede that by nyghtertale
98 He sleep namoore than dooth a nyghtyngale.
99 Curteis he was, lowely, and servysable,
100 And carf biforn his fader at the table.
101 A YEMAN hadde he and servantz namo
102 At that tyme, for hym liste ride so,
103 And he was clad in cote and hood of grene.
104 A sheef of pecok arwes, bright and kene,
105 Under his belt he bar ful thriftily
106 (Wel koude he dresse his takel yemanly;
107 His arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe),
108 And in his hand he baar a myghty bowe.
109 A not heed hadde he, with a broun visage.
110 Of wodecraft wel koude he al the usage.
111 Upon his arm he baar a gay bracer,
112 And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler,
113 And on that oother syde a gay daggere
114 Harneised wel and sharp as point of spere;
115 A Cristopher on his brest of silver sheene.
116 An horn he bar, the bawdryk was of grene;
117 A forster was he, soothly, as I gesse.
118 Ther was also a Nonne, a PRIORESSE,
119 That of hir smylyng was ful symple and coy;
120 Hire gretteste ooth was but by Seinte Loy;
121 And she was cleped madame Eglentyne.
122 Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne,
123 Entuned in hir nose ful semely;
124 And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly,
125 After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe,
126 For Frenssh of Parys was to hire unknowe.
127 At mete wel ytaught was she with alle;
128 She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle,
129 Ne wette hir fyngres in hir sauce depe;
130 Wel koude she carie a morsel and wel kepe