TALES. AN ANSWER TO THE SOMPNER'S PROLOGUE OF CHAUCER. IN IMITATION OF CHAUCER'S STYLE. THE Sompner leudly hath his prologue told, Now listneth, lordings! forthwith ye shall hear, Who raketh from his villaines taxes and rent, The miller avoucheth, and all there about, pass. This freer would lye in thilke house all night, In hope he might espyen a dreadful sprite. He taketh candle, beades, and holy watere, And legends eke of saintes, and bookes of prayere: He entereth the room, and looketh round about, And haspen the door to haspen the goblin out. The candle hath he put close by the bed, And in low tone his Ave Marye said: With water now besprinkled hath the floore, And maken cross on key-hole of the doore. Ne was there not a mouse-hole in thilke place, But he y-crossed hath by God his grace: He crossed hath this, and eke he crossed that, With Benedicite, and God knows what. Now he goeth to bed and lieth adown, When the clock had just stricken the twelfth soun. |