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The Cook's Tale

 

THE PROLOGUE.

 

THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake,

For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the back:

"Aha!" quoth he, "for Christes passion,

This Miller had a sharp conclusion,

Upon this argument of herbergage.*                            *lodging

Well saide Solomon in his language,

Bring thou not every man into thine house,

For harbouring by night is perilous.

*Well ought a man avised for to be*                  *a man should take good heed*

Whom that he brought into his privity.

I pray to God to give me sorrow and care

If ever, since I highte* Hodge of Ware,                      *was called

Heard I a miller better *set a-work*;                         *handled

He had a jape* of malice in the derk.                            *trick

But God forbid that we should stinte* here,                       *stop

And therefore if ye will vouchsafe to hear

A tale of me, that am a poore man,

I will you tell as well as e'er I can

A little jape that fell in our city."

 

Our Host answer'd and said; "I grant it thee.

Roger, tell on; and look that it be good,

For many a pasty hast thou letten blood,

And many a Jack of Dover<1> hast thou sold,

That had been twice hot and twice cold.

Of many a pilgrim hast thou Christe's curse,

For of thy parsley yet fare they the worse.

That they have eaten in thy stubble goose:

For in thy shop doth many a fly go loose.

Now tell on, gentle Roger, by thy name,

But yet I pray thee be not *wroth for game*;              *angry with my jesting*

A man may say full sooth in game and play."

"Thou sayst full sooth," quoth Roger, "by my fay;

But sooth play quad play,<2> as the Fleming saith,

And therefore, Harry Bailly, by thy faith,

Be thou not wroth, else we departe* here,                  *part company

Though that my tale be of an hostelere.*                    *innkeeper

But natheless, I will not tell it yet,

But ere we part, y-wis* thou shalt be quit."<3>             *assuredly

And therewithal he laugh'd and made cheer,<4>

And told his tale, as ye shall after hear

 

THE TALE.

 

A prentice whilom dwelt in our city,

And of a craft of victuallers was he:

Galliard* he was, as goldfinch in the shaw**,          *lively **grove

Brown as a berry, a proper short fellaw:

With lockes black, combed full fetisly.*                     *daintily

And dance he could so well and jollily,

That he was called Perkin Revellour.

He was as full of love and paramour,

As is the honeycomb of honey sweet;

Well was the wenche that with him might meet.

At every bridal would he sing and hop;

He better lov'd the tavern than the shop.

For when there any riding was in Cheap,<1>

Out of the shoppe thither would he leap,

And, till that he had all the sight y-seen,

And danced well, he would not come again;

And gather'd him a meinie* of his sort,            *company of fellows

To hop and sing, and make such disport:

And there they *sette steven* for to meet           *made appointment*

To playen at the dice in such a street.

For in the towne was there no prentice

That fairer coulde cast a pair of dice

Than Perkin could; and thereto *he was free           *he spent money liberally

Of his dispence, in place of privity.*                          where he would not be seen*

That found his master well in his chaffare,*              *merchandise

For oftentime he found his box full bare.

For, soothely, a prentice revellour,

That haunteth dice, riot, and paramour,

His master shall it in his shop abie*,                     *suffer for

All* have he no part of the minstrelsy.                      *although

For theft and riot they be convertible,

All can they play on *gitern or ribible.*                      *guitar or rebeck*

Revel and truth, as in a low degree,

They be full wroth* all day, as men may see.               *at variance

 

This jolly prentice with his master bode,

Till he was nigh out of his prenticehood,

All were he snubbed* both early and late,                      *rebuked

And sometimes led with revel to Newgate.

But at the last his master him bethought,

Upon a day when he his paper<2> sought,

Of a proverb, that saith this same word;

Better is rotten apple out of hoard,

Than that it should rot all the remenant:

So fares it by a riotous servant;

It is well lesse harm to let him pace*,                              *pass, go

Than he shend* all the servants in the place.                 *corrupt

Therefore his master gave him a quittance,

And bade him go, with sorrow and mischance.

And thus this jolly prentice had his leve*:                     *desire

Now let him riot all the night, or leave*.                       *refrain

And, for there is no thief without a louke,<3>

That helpeth him to wasten and to souk*                      *spend

Of that he bribe* can, or borrow may,                            *steal

Anon he sent his bed and his array

Unto a compere* of his owen sort,                                *comrade

That loved dice, and riot, and disport;

And had a wife, that held *for countenance*               *for appearances*

A shop, and swived* for her sustenance.                    *prostituted herself . <4>