No Fear Literature: The Canterbury Tales: The Miller's Tale The Miller’s Tale Page 22

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The folk gan laughen at his fantasye; In-to the roof they kyken and they gape, And turned al his harm unto a Iape. For what so that this carpenter answerde, It was for noght, no man his reson herde; With othes grete he was so sworn adoun, That he was holden wood in al the toun; For every clerk anon-right heeld with other. They seyde, ‘the man is wood, my leve brother;’ And every wight gan laughen of this stryf.	The folk gan laughen at his fantasye; In-to the roof they kyken and they gape, And turned al his harm unto a Iape. For what so that this carpenter answerde, It was for noght, no man his reson herde; With othes grete he was so sworn adoun, That he was holden wood in al the toun; For every clerk anon-right heeld with other. They seyde, ‘the man is wood, my leve brother;’ And every wight gan laughen of this stryf.
Thus swyved was the carpenteres wyf, For al his keping and his Ialousye; And Absolon hath kist hir nether yë; And Nicholas is scalded in the toute. This tale is doon, and God save al the route!	Thus swyved was the carpenteres wyf, For al his keping and his Ialousye; And Absolon hath kist hir nether yë; And Nicholas is scalded in the toute. This tale is doon, and God save al the route!
HERE ENDETH THE MILLERE HIS TALE.	HERE ENDETH THE MILLERE HIS TALE.

Original Text	Modern Text
The folk gan laughen at his fantasye; In-to the roof they kyken and they gape, And turned al his harm unto a Iape. For what so that this carpenter answerde, It was for noght, no man his reson herde; With othes grete he was so sworn adoun, That he was holden wood in al the toun; For every clerk anon-right heeld with other. They seyde, ‘the man is wood, my leve brother;’ And every wight gan laughen of this stryf.	The folk gan laughen at his fantasye; In-to the roof they kyken and they gape, And turned al his harm unto a Iape. For what so that this carpenter answerde, It was for noght, no man his reson herde; With othes grete he was so sworn adoun, That he was holden wood in al the toun; For every clerk anon-right heeld with other. They seyde, ‘the man is wood, my leve brother;’ And every wight gan laughen of this stryf.
Thus swyved was the carpenteres wyf, For al his keping and his Ialousye; And Absolon hath kist hir nether yë; And Nicholas is scalded in the toute. This tale is doon, and God save al the route!	Thus swyved was the carpenteres wyf, For al his keping and his Ialousye; And Absolon hath kist hir nether yë; And Nicholas is scalded in the toute. This tale is doon, and God save al the route!
HERE ENDETH THE MILLERE HIS TALE.	HERE ENDETH THE MILLERE HIS TALE.