麒麟小说

THE MILLERS TALE（第2页）

thouartafool;thywitisovere。"

"nowhearken，"quoththemiller，"allandsome:

butfirstimakeaprotestatioun

thatiamdrunk，iknowitbymysoun:

andthereforeifthatimisspeakorsay，

*witeit*thealeofsouthwark，iyoupray:*blameiton*

foriwilltellalegendandalife

bothofacarpenterandofhiswife，

howthataclerkhath*setthewrightescap*。"*fooledthecarpenter*

thereeveanswerdandsaide，"*stintthyclap*，*holdyourtongue*

letbethyleweddrunkenharlotry。

itisasin，andekeagreatfolly

toapeiren*anyman，orhimdefame，*injure

andeketobringewivesinevilname。

thoumaystenoughofotherthingessayn。"

thisdrunkenmillerspakefullsoonagain，

andsaide，"levebrotherosewold，

whohathnowife，heisnocuckold。

butisaynotthereforethatthouartone;

therebefullgoodewivesmanyone。

whyartthouangrywithmytalenow?

ihaveawife，pardie，aswellasthou，

yet*noldi*，fortheoxeninmyplough，*iwouldnot*

takenuponmerethanenough，

todeemen*ofmyselfthatiane;*judge

iwillbelievewellthatiamnone。

anhusbandshouldnotbeinquisitive

ofgoddesprivity，norofhiswife。