Canterbury Tales: The Clerk’s Prologue

Author: Geoffrey Chaucer  | Date: 1380


Sir clerk of Oxford," our good host then said,

"You ride as quiet and still as is a maid

But newly wedded, sitting at the board;

This day I’ve heard not from your tongue a word.

Perhaps you mull a sophism that’s prime,

But Solomon says, each thing to its own time.

"For God’s sake, smile and be of better cheer,

It is no time to think and study here.

Tell us some merry story, if you may;

For whatsoever man will join in play,

He needs must to the play give his consent.

But do not preach, as friars do in Lent,

To make us, for our old sins, wail and weep,

And see your tale shall put us not to sleep.

"Tell us some merry thing of adventures.

Your terms, your colours, and your speech-figures,

Keep them in store till so be you indite

High style, as when men unto kings do write.

Speak you so plainly, for this time, I pray,

’That we can understand what things you say."

This worthy clerk, benignly he answered.

"Good host," said he, "I am under your yard;

You have of us, for now, the governance,

And therefore do I make you obeisance

As far as reason asks it, readily.

I will relate to you a tale that

Learned once, at Padua, of a worthy clerk,

As he proved by his words and by his work.

He’s dead, now, and nailed down-within his chest,

And I pray God to give his soul good rest!

"Francis Petrarch, the laureate poet,

Was this clerk’s name, whose rhetoric so sweet

Illumed all Italy with poetry,

As did Lignano with philosophy,

Or law, or other art particular;

But Death, that suffers us not very far,

Nor more, as ’twere, than twinkling of an eye,

Has slain them both, as all of us shall die.

"But forth, to tell you of this worthy man,

Who taught this tale to me, as I began,

I say that first, with high style he indites,

Before the body of his tale he writes,

A proem to describe those lands renowned,

Saluzzo, Piedmont, and the region round,

And speaks of Apennines, those hills so high

That form the boundary of West Lombardy,

And of Mount Viso, specially, the tall,

Whereat the Po, out of a fountain small,

Takes its first springing and its tiny source

That eastward ever increases in its course

Toward Emilia, Ferrara, and Venice;

The which is a long story to devise.

And truly, in my judgment reluctant

It is a thing not wholly relevant,

Save that he introduces thus his gear:

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