THE CANONS YEOMANS TALE（第1页）

theprologue

whenendedwasthelifeofsaintcecile，

erewehadriddenfullyfivemile，

aman，thatclothedwasinclothesblack，

andunderneathheworeawhitesurplice.

hishackenay，*whichwasallpomely-gris，***nag**dapple-gray

sosweated，thatitwonderwastosee;

itseemdashehadpricked*milesthree.*spurred

thehorseekethathisyeomanrodeupon

sosweated，thatunhes*mighthegon.***hardly**go

aboutthepeytrel

stoodthefoamfullhigh;

hewasoffoam，as*fleckedasapie.**spottedlikeamagpie*

amailetwyfold

onhiscrupperlay;

itseemedthathecarriedlittlearray;

alllightforsummerrodethisworthyman.

andinmyhearttowonderibegan

whatthathewas，tillthatiunderstood

howthathiscloakwassewedtohishood;

forwhich，whenihadlongadvised*me，*considered

ideemedhimsomecanonfortobe.

hishat混♂gathisbackdownbyalace，**cord

forhehadriddenrethantrotorpace;

hehaddeprickedlikeashewerewood.**mad

aclote-leaf*hehadlaidunderhishood，*burdock-leaf

forsweat，andfortokeephisheadfromheat.

butitwasjoyefortoseehimsweat;

hisforeheaddroppedasastillatory**still

werefullofplantainorofparitory.**wallflowe

andwhenthathewase，hegantocry，