| Whan that the Knyght had thus his tale ytoold, |
| In al the route ne was ther yong ne oold |
| That he ne seyde it was a noble storie, |
| And worthy for to drawen to memorie; |
| 5 | And namely the gentils everichon. |
| Oure Hooste lough, and swoor, "So moot I gon, |
| This gooth aright; unbokeled is the male, |
| Lat se now who shal telle another tale, |
| For trewely the game is wel bigonne. |
| 10 | Now telleth on, sir Monk, if that ye konne |
| Somwhat to quite with the Knyghtes tale." |
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| Now when the knight had thus his story told, |
| In all the rout there was nor young nor old |
| But said it was a fine and noble story |
| Worthy to be kept in memory; |
| 5 | And specially the gentle folk, each one. |
| Our host, he laughed and swore, "So may I run, |
| But this goes well; unbuckled is the mail; |
| Let's see now who can tell another tale: |
| For certainly the game has well begun. |
| 10 | Now shall you tell, sir monk, if't can be done, |
| Something with which to pay for the knight's tale." |
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