Here The Host Stinteth Chaucer of His Tale of

SirThopas

Prologue to Melibeus

"No more of this, for Goddes dignitee,"  
Quod* oure hoste,"for thou makest me said
So wery* of thy verray lewednesse* weary/ real ignorance
That, also wisly* God my soule blesse, as surly (may)
Myn eres aken* of thy drasty speche;* my ears ache/ worthless speech
Now swiche* a ryn* the devel I biteche!* such/ rhyme/ give to
This may wel be rym dogerel,"quod he.  
"Why so?" quod I, "why wiltow* lette* me will you/ hinder
More of my tale than another man,  
Sin* that it is the bests rym I can?"* since/ know
"By God," quod he,"for pleynly,* at a word, plainly
Thy drasty ryming is nat* worth a tord;* not/ turd
Thou doost* nought elles* but despendest* tyme, do/ nothing else/ waste
Sir, at o* word, thou shalt no lenger* ryme. one/ longer
Lat* see wher* thou canst tellen aught* in geste,* let (us)/ whether/ tell anything/ romance style
Or telle in Prose somwhat* at the leste* something/ least
In which ther be som mirthe or some doctryne."  
"Gladly," quod I,"by Goddes swete pyne,* sweet suffering
I wol yoe* telle a litel* thing in prose, will you/ little
That oghte lyken* yow, as I suppose, ought (to) please
Or elles, certes,* ye been to* daungerous.* certainly/are too/hard to please
It is a moral tale vertuous,  
Al* be it told som-tyme* in sondry wyse* although/sometimes/various ways
Of sondry folk, as I shal yow devyse."* tell