The Canterbury Tales

by: Geoffrey Chaucer

The Nun’s Priest’s Prologue, Tale, and Epilogue

1

Sire Monk, namoore of this, so God yow blesse! Yore tale anoyeth al this compaignye. Swichtalkyng is nat worth a boterflye, For therinne is ther no desport ne game.

2

Mordre is so wlatsom and abhomynable To God, that is so just and resonable, That he ne wol nat suffer it heled be, Though it abyde a yeer, or two, or thre. Mordre wol out, this my conclusioun.

3

‘SIRE Nonnes Preest,’ oure Hooste seide anoon, ‘I-blessed by they breche, and every stoon! This was a murie tale of Chauntecleer. Butby my trouthe, if thou were seculer, Thou woldest ben a trede-foul aright.[’]