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CANTERBURY TALES

PROLOGUE TO SIR THOPAS

by Geoffrey Chaucer

PROLOGUE TO SIR THOPAS

The Merry Words of the Host to Chaucer -

When told was all this miracle, every man

So sober fell 'twas wonderful to see,

Until our host in jesting wise began,

And for the first time did he glance at me,

Saying, "What man are you?"- 'twas thus quoth he-

"You look as if you tried to find a hare,

For always on the ground I see you stare. -

"Come near me then, and look up merrily.

Now make way, sirs, and let this man have place;

He in the waist is shaped as well as I;

This were a puppet in an arm's embrace

For any woman, small and fair of face.

Why, he seems absent, by his countenance,

And gossips with no one for dalliance. -

"Since other folk have spoken, it's your turn;

Tell us a mirthful tale, and that anon."

"Mine host," said I, "don't be, I beg, too stern,

For of good tales, indeed, sir, have I none,

Save a long rhyme I learned in years agone."

"Well, that is good," said he; "now shall we hear

It seems to me, a thing to bring us cheer." - -