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John was the one and Alain was that other; In one town were they born, and that called Strother, Far in the north, I cannot tell you where. This Alain, he made ready all his gear, And on a horse loaded the sack anon. Forth went Alain the clerk, and also John, With good sword and with buckler at their side. John knew the way and didn't need a guide, And at the mill he dropped the sack of grain. "Ah, Simon, hail, good morn," first spoke Alain. "How fares it with your fair daughter and wife?" "Alain! Welcome," said Simpkin, "by my life, And John also. How now? What do you here?" "Simon," said John, "by God, need makes no peer; He must himself serve who's no servant, eh? Or else he's but a fool, as all clerks say. Our manciple I hope he'll soon be dead, So aching are the grinders in his head And therefore am I come here with Alain To grind our corn and carry it home again; I pray you speed us thither, as you may." "It shall be done," said Simpkin, "by my fay. What will you do the while it is in hand?" "By God, right by the hopper will I stand," Said John, "and see just how the corn goes in; I never have seen, by my father's kin, Just how the hopper waggles to and fro." Alain replied: "Well, John, and will you so? Then will I get beneath it, by my crown, To see there how the meal comes sifting down Into the trough; and that shall be my sport. For, John, in faith, I must be of your sort; I am as bad a miller as you be." The miller smiled at this, their delicacy, And thought: "All this is done but for a wile; They think there is no man may them beguile; But, by my thrift, I will yet blear their eyes, For all the tricks in their philosophies. The more odd tricks and stratagems they make, The more I'll steal when I begin to take. In place of flour I'll give them only bran. The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 83'The greatest clerk is not the wisest man,' As once unto the grey wolf said the mare. But all their arts I rate them not a tare." Out of the door he went, then, secretly, When he had seen his chance, and quietly; He looked up and looked down, until he found The clerks' horse where it stood, securely bound. Behind the mill, under an arbour green; And to the horse he went, then, all unseen; He took the bridle off him and anon, When the said horse was free, why he was gone Toward the fen, for wild mares ran therein, And with a neigh he went, through thick and thin. This miller straight went back and no word said,
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But did his business and with these clerks played, Until their corn was fairly, fully ground. But when the flour was sacked and the ears bound, This John went out, to find his horse away, And so he cried: "Hello!" and "Weladay! Our horse is lost! Alain, for Jesus' bones Get to your feet, come out, man, now, at once! Alas, our warden's palfrey's lost and lorn!" This Alain forgot all, both flour and corn, Clean out of mind was all his husbandry, "What? Which way did he go?" began to cry. The wife came bounding from the house, and then She said: "Alas! Your horse went to the fen, With the wild mares, as fast as he could go. A curse light on the hand that tied him so, And him that better should have knotted rein!" "Alas!" quoth John, "Alain, for Jesus' pain, Lay off your sword, and I will mine also; I am as fleet, God knows, as is a roe; By God's heart, he shall not escape us both! Why didn't you put him in the barn? My oath! Bad luck, by God, Alain, you are a fool!" These foolish clerks began to run and roll Toward the marshes, both Alain and John. And when the miller saw that they were gone, He half a bushel of their flour did take And bade his wife go knead it and bread make. He said: "I think those clerks some trickery feared; Yet can a miller match a clerkling's beard, For all his learning; let them go their way. Look where they go, yea, let the children play, They'll catch him not so readily, by my crown!" Those simple clerks went running up and down With "Look out! Halt! Halt! here! 'Ware the rear! Go whistle, you, and I will watch him here!" But briefly, till it came to utter night They could not, though they put forth all their might, The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 84That stallion catch, he always ran so fast, Till in a ditch they trapped him at the last. Weary and wet, as beast is in the rain, Came foolish John and with him came Alain. "Alas," said John, "the day that I was born! Now are we bound toward mockery and scorn. Our corn is stolen, folk will call us fools, The warden and the fellows at the schools, And specially this miller. Weladay!" Thus John complained as he went on his way Toward the mill, with Bayard once more bound. The miller sitting by the fire he found, For it was night, and farther could they not; But, for the love of God, they him besought For shelter and for supper, for their penny. The miller said to them: "If there be any, Such as it is, why you shall have your part. My house is small, but you have learned your art; You can, by metaphysics, make a place A full mile wide in twenty feet of space. Let us see now if this place will suffice, Or make more room with speech, by some device." "Now, Simon," said John, "by Saint Cuthbert's beard, You're always merry and have well answered. As I've heard, man shall take one of two things: Such as he finds, or take such as he brings. But specially, I pray you, mine host dear, Give us some meat and drink and some good cheer, And we will pay you, truly, to the full. With empty hand no man takes hawk or gull; Well, here's our silver, ready to be spent." This miller to the town his daughter sent For ale and bread, and roasted them a goose, And tied their horse, that it might not go loose; And then in his own chamber made a bed, With sheets and with good blankets fairly spread, Not from his bed more than twelve feet, or ten. The daughter made her lone bed near the men, In the same chamber with them, by and by; It could not well be bettered, and for why? There was no larger room in all the place.
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