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And she was cleped madame Eglentine.
Ful wel she sange the service devine,
Entuned in hire nose ful swetely ;
And Frenche she spake ful fayre and fetisly,
After the scole of Stratford atte bowe,

For Frenche of Paris was to hire unknowe.

At mete was she wel ytaughte withalle ;
She lette no morsel from hire lippes falle,
Ne wette her fingres in hire sauce depe.
Wel coude she carie a morsel, and wel kepe,
Thatte no drope ne fell upon hire brest.
In curtesie was sette ful moche hire lest.'
Hire over lippe wiped she so clene,
That in hire cuppe was no ferthing sene
Of grese, whan she dronken hadde hire draught.
Ful semely after hire mete she raught.2
And sikerly she was of grete disport,
And ful plesant, and amiable of port,
And peined 3 hire to contrefeten chere
Of court, and ben estatelich of manere,
And to ben holden digne of reverence.

But for to speken of hire conscience,
She was so charitable and so pitous,
She wolde wepe if that she saw a mous
Caughte in a trappe, if it were ded or bledde.
Of smale houndes hadde she, that she fedde
With rosted flesh, and milk, and wastel brede.
But sore wept she if on of hem were dede,

I Pleasure.

• Reached.

3 She took great pains,

Or if men smote it with a yerde smert:
And all was conscience and tendre herte.

Ful semely hire wimple ypinched was;
Hire nose tretis ;' hire eyen grey as glas ;
Hire mouth ful smale, and therto soft and red ;
But sikerly she hadde a fayre forehed.
It was almost a spanne brode, I trowe;
For hardily she was not undergrowe.

Ful fetise 2 was hire cloke, as I was ware.

Of sniale corall aboute hire arm she bare

A pair of bedes, gauded all with grene ;
And theron heng a broche of gold ful shene,
On whiche was first ywriten a crouned A,
And after, Amor vincit omnia.

Another Nonne also with hire hadde she,
That was hire chapelleine, and PREESTES thre.

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A MONK ther was, a fayre for the maistrie,
An out-rider, that loved venerie ;
A manly man, to ben an abbot able.
Full many a deinte hors hadde he in stable :
And whan he rode, men mighte his bridel here
Gingeling in a whistling wind as clere,
And eke as loude, as doth the chapell belle,
Ther as this lord was keper of the celle.

The reule of seint Maure and of seint Beneit.

Because that it was olde and somdele streit.

i Well proportioneel.

2 Neat.

This ilke monk lette olde thinges pace,
And held after the newe world the trace.
He yave not of the text a pulled hen,
That saith, that hunters ben not holy men ;
Ne that a monk, whan he is rekkeles,
Is like to a fish that is waterles ;
That is to say, a monk out of his cloistre.
This ilke text held he not worth an oistre.
And I say his opinion was good.
What shulde he studie, and make himselven wood,'
Upon a book in cloistre alway to pore,
Or swinken? with his hondes, and laboure,

As Austin bit ? how shal the world be served ?

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Let Austin have his swink to him reserved.
Therfore he was a prickasoure? a right :
Greihounds he hadde as swift as foul of flight:
Of pricking and of hunting for the hare
Was all his lust, for no cost wolde he spare.

I saw his sleves purfiled at the hond
With gris,4 and that the finest of the lond.
And for to fasten his hood under his chinne,
He hadde of gold ywrought a curious pinne :
A love-knotte in the greter end ther was.
His hed was balled, and shone as any glas,
And eke his face, as it hadde ben anoint.
He was a lord ful fat and in good point.
His eyen stepe, and rolling in his hed,
That stemed as a forneis of a led.

Mad.

2 Work.

3 A hard rider.

4 A kind of fur.

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His botes souple, his hors in gret estat,
Now certainly he was a fayre prelat.
He was not pale as a forpined' gost,
A fat swan loved he best of any rost.
His palfrey was as broune as is a bery.

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A FRERE ther was, a wanton and a mery,
A Limitour,” a ful solempne man.
In all the ordres foure is non that can
So moche of daliance and fayre langage.
He hadde ymade ful many a mariage
Of yonge wimmen, at his owen cost.
Until his ordre he was a noble post.
Ful wel beloved, and familier was he
With frankeleins over all in his contree,
And eke with worthy wimmen of the toun :
For he had power of confession,
As saide himselfe, more than a curat,
For of his ordre he was licenciat.

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Ful swetely herde he confession,
And plesant was his absolution.
He was an esy man to give penance,
Ther as he wiste to han a good pitance :
For unto a poure ordre for to give
Is signe that a man is wel yshrive.
For if he gave, he dorste make avant,
He wiste that a man was repentant.
For many a man so hard is of his herte,

1 Wasted.

2 A friar licensed to beg.

He may not wepe although him sore smerte.
Therfore in stede of weping and praieres,
Men mote give silver to the poure freres.

His tippet was ay farsed' ful of knives,
And pinnes, for to given fayre wives.
And certainly he hadde a mery note.?
Wel coude he singe and plaien on a rote.
Of yeddinges3 he bare utterly the pris.
His nekke was white as the four de lis.

Therto he strong was as a champioun,
And knew wel the tavernes in every toun,
And every hosteler and gay tapstere,
Better than a lazar or a beggere,
For unto swiche a worthy man as he
Accordeth nought, as by his faculte,
To haven with sike lazars acquaintance.
It is not honest, it may not avance,
As for to delen with no swiche pouraille,
But all with riche, and sellers of vitaille.

And over all, ther as profit shuld arise,
Curteis he was, and lowly of servise.
Ther n'as no man nowher so vertuous.
He was the beste begger in all his hous :
And gave a certaine ferme for the grant,
Non of his bretheren came in his haunt.

For though a widewe hadde but a shoo,
(So plesant was his In principio,)
Yet wold he have a ferthing or he went.

I Stuffed.

2 A stringed instrument.

3 Probably ballads.

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