Prologue To Sir Thopas

Bihold the Murye Wordes of The Host to Chaucer

Whan seyd* was al this miracle, every man told
As sobre* was, that wonder was to se,* so silent/ see
Til that* our hoste japen tho* bigan, until/ (to) joke then
And than* erst* he loked* up-on me, then/ first/ looked
And seyde* thus, "What man artow?"* quod* he; said/ are you/ said
"Thou lokest as* thou woldest* finde an hare, as if/ wanted to
For ever up-on the ground I see thee stare.  
   
Approche neer,* and loke up merily.* approach nearer/ merrily
Now war* yow,* sirs, and lat* this man have place; take care/ you/ let
He in the waast* is shape* as wel as I; waist/ shaped
This were* a popet* in an arm tenbrace* would be/ pet/ to embrace
For any womman, smal and fair of face.  
He semeth* elvish by his countenaunce,* seems/ look
For un-to no wight dooth* he daliaunce.* man makes/ chatter
   
Sey now somwhat, sin* other folk han* sayd; something, since/ have
Tel us a tale of mirthe, and that anoon."* quickly
"Hoste," quod I, "ne* beth nat yvel apayd,* not/ be not ill pleased
For other tale certes can* I noon,* certainly know/ none
But of a ryme I lerned longe agoon."* ago
"Ye,* that is good," quod he; "now shul"* we here* yea/ shall/ hear
Som deyntee* thing, me* thinketh by his chere."* pleasant/ I/ look