The Miller’s Tale

When that the Knight had thus his talë told, In all the rout was neither young nor old, That he not said it was a noble story, And worthy to be drawen to memóry; 907 And namëly the gentles every one. 908 Our Host then laugh’d and swore, “So may I gon, 909 This goes aright; unbuckled is the mail; 910 Let see now who shall tell another tale: For truëly this game is well begun. Now telleth ye, Sir Monk, if that ye conne, 911 Somewhat, to quiten 912 with the Knightë’s tale.” The Miller that fordrunken was all pale, 913 So that unnethes 914 upon his horse he sat, He would avalen