The Cook's Prologue

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The Cook's Prologue

 The Cook of Londoun, whil the Reve spak,
 For joye him thoughte he clawed him on the bak.
 "Ha! ha!" quod he, "For Cristes passion,
 This millere hadde a sharp conclusion
 Upon his argument of herbergage!
4330 Wel seyde Salomon in his langage,
 `Ne bryng nat every man into thyn hous,'
 For herberwynge by nyghte is perilous.
 Wel oghte a man avysed for to be
 Whom that he broghte into his pryvetee.
 I pray to God, so yeve me sorwe and care
 If evere, sitthe I highte Hogge of Ware,
 Herde I a millere bettre yset a-werk.
 He hadde a jape of malice in the derk.
 But God forbede that we stynte heere;
4340 And therfore, if ye vouche-sauf to heere
 A tale of me, that am a povre man,
 I wol yow telle, as wel as evere I kan,
 A litel jape that fil in oure citee."
 Oure Hoost answerde and seide, "I graunte it thee.
 Now telle on, Roger; looke that it be good,
 For many a pastee hastow laten blood,
 And many a Jakke of Dovere hastow soold
 That hath been twies hoot and twies coold.
 Of many a pilgrym hastow Cristes curs,
4350 For of thy percely yet they fare the wors,
 That they han eten with thy stubbel goos,
 For in thy shoppe is many a flye loos.
 Now telle on, gentil Roger by thy name.
 But yet I pray thee, be nat wroth for game;
 A man may seye ful sooth in game and pley."
 "Thou seist ful sooth," quod Roger, "by my fey!
 But `sooth pley, quaad pley,' as the Flemyng seith.
 And therfore, Herry Bailly, by thy feith,
 Be thou nat wrooth, er we departen heer,
4360 Though that my tale be of an hostileer.
 But nathelees I wol nat telle it yit;
 But er we parte, ywis, thou shalt be quit."
 And therwithal he lough and made cheere,
 And seyde his tale, as ye shul after heere.