ChaucerCanterbury Tales General Prologue The ParsonSlide 3Slide 4Slide 5Canterbury Tales General Prologue The SummonerSlide 7Slide 8Slide 9Slide 10Slide 11ChaucerText and ContextsCanterbury Tales General PrologueThe Parson480485490 A good man was ther of religioun, And was a povre persoun of a toun, But riche he was of hooly thoght and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk, That cristes gospel trewely wolde preche; His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche. Benygne he was, and wonder diligent, And in adversitee ful pacient, And swich he was ypreved ofte sithes. Ful looth were hym to cursen for his tithes, But rather wolde he yeven, out of doute, Unto his povre parisshens aboute Of his offryng and eek of his substaunce. He koude in litel thyng have suffisaunce. Wyd was his parisshe, and houses fer asonder, But he ne lefte nat, for reyn ne thonder,Canterbury Tales General PrologueThe Parson 495500505 In siknesse nor in meschief to visite The ferreste in his parisshe, muche and lite, Upon his feet, and in his hand a staf. This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf, That first he wroghte, and afterward he taughte. Out of the gospel he tho wordes caughte, And this figure he added eek therto, That if gold ruste, what shal iren do? For if a preest be foul, on whom we truste, No wonder is a lewed man to ruste; And shame it is, if a prest take keep, A shiten shepherde and a clene sheep. Wel oghte a preest ensample for to yive, By his clennesse, how that his sheep sholde lyve. He sette nat his benefice to hyre And leet his sheep encombred in the myreCanterbury Tales General PrologueThe Parson 510515520And ran to londoun unto seinte poules To seken hym a chaunterie for soules, Or with a bretherhed to been withholde; But dwelte at hoom, and kepte wel his folde, So that the wolf ne made it nat myscarie; He was a shepherde and noght a mercenarie. And though he hooly were and vertuous, He was to synful men nat despitous, Ne of his speche daungerous ne digne, But in his techyng discreet and benygne. To drawen folk to hevene by fairnesse, By good ensample, this was his bisynesse. But it were any persone obstinat, What so he were, of heigh or lough estat, Hym wolde he snybben sharply for the nonys. A bettre preest I trowe that nowher noon ys.Canterbury Tales General PrologueThe Parson525 He waited after no pompe and reverence, Ne maked him a spiced conscience, But cristes loore and his apostles twelve He taughte, but first he folwed it hymselve.Canterbury Tales General PrologueThe Summoner 625630635 A somonour was ther with us in that place, That hadde a fyr-reed cherubynnes face, For saucefleem he was, with eyen narwe. As hoot he was and lecherous as a sparwe, With scalled browes blake and piled berd. Of his visage children were aferd. Ther nas quyk-silver, lytarge, ne brymstoon, Boras, ceruce, ne oille of tartre noon; Ne oynement that wolde clense and byte, That hym myghte helpen of his whelkes white, Nor of the knobbes sittynge on his chekes. Wel loved he garleek, oynons, and eek lekes, And for to drynken strong wyn, reed as blood; Thanne wolde he speke and crie as he were wood. And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn, Thanne wolde he speke no word but latyn.Canterbury Tales General PrologueThe Summoner 640645650 A fewe termes hadde he, two or thre, That he had lerned out of som decree -- No wonder is, he herde it al the day; And eek ye knowen wel how that a jay Kan clepen watte as wel as kan the pope. But whoso koude in oother thyng hym grope, Thanne hadde he spent al his philosophie; Ay questio quid iuris wolde he crie. He was a gentil harlot and a kynde; A bettre felawe sholde men noght fynde. He wolde suffre for a quart of wyn A good felawe to have his concubyn A twelf month, and excuse hym atte fulle; Ful prively a fynch eek koude he pulle. And if he foond owher a good felawe, He wolde techen him to have noon aweCanterbury Tales General PrologueThe Summoner655660665 In swich caas of the ercedekenes curs, But if a mannes soule were in his purs; For in his purs he sholde ypunysshed be. Purs is the ercedekenes helle, seyde he. But wel I woot he lyed right in dede; Of cursyng oghte ech gilty man him drede, For curs wol slee right as assoillyng savith, And also war hym of a significavit. In daunger hadde he at his owene gise The yonge girles of the diocise, And knew hir conseil, and was al hir reed. A gerland hadde he set upon his heed As greet as it were for an ale-stake. A bokeleer hadde he maad hym of a cake.Canterbury Tales General PrologueThe Summoner670675680 With hym ther rood a gentil pardoner Of rouncivale, his freend and his compeer, That streight was comen fro the court of rome. Ful loude he soong com hider, love, to me! This somonour bar to hym a stif burdoun; Was nevere trompe of half so greet a soun. This pardoner hadde heer as yelow as wex, But smothe it heeng as dooth a strike of flex; By ounces henge his lokkes that he hadde, And therwith he his shuldres overspradde; But thynne it lay, by colpons oon and oon. But hood, for jolitee, wered he noon, For it was trussed up in his walet. Hym thoughte he rood al of the newe jet; Dischevelee, save his cappe, he rood al bare. Swiche glarynge eyen hadde he as an hare.Canterbury Tales General PrologueThe Summoner685690695 A vernycle hadde he sowed upon his cappe. His walet lay biforn hym in his lappe, Bretful of pardoun, comen from rome al hoot. A voys he hadde as smal as hath a goot. No berd hadde he, ne nevere sholde have; As smothe it was as it were late shave. I trowe he were a geldyng or a mare. But of his craft, fro berwyk into ware, Ne was ther swich another pardoner For in his male he hadde a pilwe-beer, Which that he seyde was oure lady veyl: He seyde he hadde a gobet of the seyl hat seint peter hadde, whan that he wente Upon the see, til jhesu crist hym hente.Canterbury Tales General PrologueThe Summoner700705710 He hadde a croys of latoun ful of stones, And in a glas he hadde pigges bones. But with thise relikes, whan that he fond A povre person dwellynge upon lond, Upon a day he gat hym moore moneye Than that the person gat in monthes tweye; And thus, with feyned flaterye and japes, He made the person and the peple his apes. But trewely to tellen atte laste, He was in chirche a noble ecclesiaste. Wel koude he rede a lessoun or a storie, But alderbest he song an offertorie; For wel he wiste, whan that song was songe, He moste preche and wel affile his tonge To wynne silver, as he ful wel koude; Therefore he song