The Parson’s Tale: Prologue
By that the Manciple his tale had ended,The sunne from the south line was descendedSo lowe, that it was not to my sightDegrees nine-and-twenty as in height.Four of the clock it was then, as I guess,For eleven foot, a little more or less,My shadow was at thilke time, as there,Of such feet as my lengthe parted wereIn six feet equal of proportion.Therewith the moone’s exaltation,In meane Libra, gan alway ascend,As we were ent’ring at a thorpe’s end.For which our Host, as he was wont to gie,As in this case, our jolly company,Said in this wise; “Lordings every one,Now lacketh us no more tales than one.Fulfill’d is my sentence and my decree;I trow that we have heard of each degree. from each class or rankAlmost fulfilled is mine ordinance; in the companyI pray to God so give him right good chanceThat telleth us this tale lustily.Sir Priest,” quoth he, “art thou a vicary?Or art thou a Parson? say sooth by thy fay.Be what thou be, breake thou not our play;For every man, save thou, hath told his tale.Unbuckle, and shew us what is in thy mail.For truely me thinketh by thy cheerThou shouldest knit up well a great mattere.Tell us a fable anon, for cocke’s bones.”
This Parson him answered all at ones;“Thou gettest fable none y-told for me,For Paul, that writeth unto Timothy,Reproveth them that weive soothfastness,And telle fables, and such wretchedness.Why should I sowe draff out of my fist,When I may sowe wheat, if that me list?For which I say, if that you list to hearMorality and virtuous mattere,And then that ye will give me audience,I would full fain at Christe’s reverenceDo you pleasance lawful, as I can.But, truste well, I am a southern man,I cannot gest, rom, ram, ruf, by my letter;And, God wot, rhyme hold I but little better.And therefore if you list, I will not glose,I will you tell a little tale in prose,To knit up all this feast, and make an end.And Jesus for his grace wit me sendTo shewe you the way, in this voyage,Of thilke perfect glorious pilgrimage,That hight Jerusalem celestial.And if ye vouchesafe, anon I shallBegin upon my tale, for which I prayTell your advice, I can no better say.But natheless this meditationI put it aye under correctionOf clerkes, for I am not textuel;I take but the sentence, trust me well.Therefore I make a protestation,That I will stande to correction.”Upon this word we have assented soon;For, as us seemed, it was for to do’n,To enden in some virtuous sentence,And for to give him space and audience;And bade our Host he shoulde to him sayThat alle we to tell his tale him pray.Our Hoste had. the wordes for us all:“Sir Priest,” quoth he, “now faire you befall;Say what you list, and we shall gladly hear.”And with that word he said in this mannere;“Telle,” quoth he, “your meditatioun,But hasten you, the sunne will adown.Be fructuous, and that in little space;And to do well God sende you his grace.”
Words in this poem 15
- manciple
- steward
- thilke
- that
- meane
- medium of approach
- gie
- guide
- fulfill v. t.
- To fill up; to make full or complete. [OE. fulfillen, fulfullen, AS. fulfyllan; ful full + fyllan to fill. See Full, a., and Fill, v. t.]
- ordinance
- provision, arrangement
- fay
- faith
- ones
- i.e. jewels
- soothfastness
- truth
- wretchedness
- wickedness
- draff
- chaff, refuse
- pleasance n.
- Pleasure; merriment; gayety; delight; kindness. [F. plaisance. See Please.]
- gest n.
- A stage in traveling; a stop for rest or lodging in a journey or progress; a rest. Kersey. [Cf. Gist a resting place.]
- glose
- comment upon
- fructuous a.
- Fruitful; productive; profitable. [L. fructuosus: cf, F. fructueux.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Form and metre
The Parson’s Tale: Prologue is 74 lines in 2 verse paragraphs. It is in rhyming couplets, 62% of the lines: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 77%). 89% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.8 syllables. 23 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 20% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other poems in heroic couplets, other poems in iambic pentameter.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 1 AABBCC--DDEE-FGG--F---HHIIJJ- endedA · descendedA · sightB · heightB · guessC · lessC · there · were · proportionD · exaltationD · ascendE · endE · gie · companyF · oneG · oneG · decree · rank · companyF · chance · lustily · vicary · fayH · playH · taleI · mailI · cheerJ · mattereJ · bones
- 2 ---AABBCC--DDEEFFGG--HHIIJ---JJJJ--KKLL----MM ones · me · timothy · soothfastnessA · wretchednessA · fistB · listB · hearC · mattereC · audience · reverence · canD · manD · letterE · betterE · gloseF · proseF · endG · sendG · voyage · pilgrimage · celestialH · shallH · prayI · sayI · meditationJ · correction · textuel · well · protestationJ · correctionJ · soonJ · do'nJ · sentence · audience · sayK · prayK · allL · befallL · hear · mannere · meditatioun · adown · spaceM · graceM
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| By that the Manciple his tale had ended, | 11 | ···/˘˘···/˘ |
| The sunne from the south line was descended | 10 | ·······˘/˘ |
| So lowe, that it was not to my sight | 9 | ········· |
| Degrees nine-and-twenty as in height. | 9 | ˘/··/˘··· |
| Four of the clock it was then, as I guess, | 10 | ·········· |
| For eleven foot, a little more or less, | 10 | ·˘/··/˘··· |
| My shadow was at thilke time, as there, | 9 | ·/······· |
| Of such feet as my lengthe parted were | 9 | ······/˘· |
| In six feet equal of proportion. | 9 | ···/˘·˘/˘ |
| Therewith the moone’s exaltation, | 8 | ˘/······ |
| In meane Libra, gan alway ascend, | 11 | ····/˘·/˘˘/ |
| As we were ent’ring at a thorpe’s end. | 10 | ···/˘˘···· |
| For which our Host, as he was wont to gie, | 10 | ··/······· |
| As in this case, our jolly company, | 11 | ····/˘/˘/˘˘ |
| Said in this wise; “Lordings every one, | 10 | ······/˘˘· |
| Now lacketh us no more tales than one. | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| Fulfill’d is my sentence and my decree; | 10 | ˘/··/˘··˘/ |
| I trow that we have heard of each degree. from each class or rank | 15 | ········˘/····· |
| Almost fulfilled is mine ordinance; in the company | 12 | /·˘/··/˘··/˘ |
| I pray to God so give him right good chance | 10 | ·········· |
| That telleth us this tale lustily. | 9 | ·/˘···/˘˘ |
| Sir Priest,” quoth he, “art thou a vicary? | 10 | ·······/˘˘ |
| Or art thou a Parson? say sooth by thy fay. | 11 | ····/˘····· |
| Be what thou be, breake thou not our play; | 10 | ········/· |
| For every man, save thou, hath told his tale. | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Unbuckle, and shew us what is in thy mail. | 11 | ˘/˘········ |
| For truely me thinketh by thy cheer | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Thou shouldest knit up well a great mattere. | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Tell us a fable anon, for cocke’s bones.” | 10 | ···/˘˘/··· |
| This Parson him answered all at ones; | 10 | ·/˘·/˘˘··· |
| “Thou gettest fable none y-told for me, | 10 | ·/˘/˘····· |
| For Paul, that writeth unto Timothy, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘˘ |
| Reproveth them that weive soothfastness, | 9 | ········· |
| And telle fables, and such wretchedness. | 9 | ··/˘··/˘˘ |
| Why should I sowe draff out of my fist, | 9 | ········· |
| When I may sowe wheat, if that me list? | 9 | ········· |
| For which I say, if that you list to hear | 10 | ·········· |
| Morality and virtuous mattere, | 10 | ˘/˘˘·/˘˘·· |
| And then that ye will give me audience, | 10 | ·······/˘˘ |
| I would full fain at Christe’s reverence | 10 | ·······/˘˘ |
| Do you pleasance lawful, as I can. | 9 | ··/˘/˘··· |
| But, truste well, I am a southern man, | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| I cannot gest, rom, ram, ruf, by my letter; | 11 | ·/˘······/˘ |
| And, God wot, rhyme hold I but little better. | 11 | ·······/˘/˘ |
| And therefore if you list, I will not glose, | 10 | ·········· |
| I will you tell a little tale in prose, | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| To knit up all this feast, and make an end. | 10 | ·········· |
| And Jesus for his grace wit me send | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| To shewe you the way, in this voyage, | 10 | ········/˘ |
| Of thilke perfect glorious pilgrimage, | 10 | ··˘//˘˘/˘˘ |
| That hight Jerusalem celestial. | 9 | ··˘/˘˘˘/˘ |
| And if ye vouchesafe, anon I shall | 10 | ······˘/·· |
| Begin upon my tale, for which I pray | 10 | ˘/········ |
| Tell your advice, I can no better say. | 10 | ··˘/···/˘· |
| But natheless this meditation | 9 | ······˘/˘ |
| I put it aye under correction | 9 | ······˘/˘ |
| Of clerkes, for I am not textuel; | 9 | ······/˘˘ |
| I take but the sentence, trust me well. | 9 | ····/˘··· |
| Therefore I make a protestation, | 9 | ·······/˘ |
| That I will stande to correction.” | 8 | ·····˘/˘ |
| Upon this word we have assented soon; | 10 | ······˘/˘· |
| For, as us seemed, it was for to do’n, | 10 | ····˘····· |
| To enden in some virtuous sentence, | 10 | ·····/˘˘/˘ |
| And for to give him space and audience; | 10 | ·······/˘˘ |
| And bade our Host he shoulde to him say | 10 | ··/······· |
| That alle we to tell his tale him pray. | 9 | ········· |
| Our Hoste had. the wordes for us all: | 9 | /˘······· |
| “Sir Priest,” quoth he, “now faire you befall; | 9 | ·······˘/ |
| Say what you list, and we shall gladly hear.” | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| And with that word he said in this mannere; | 10 | ·········· |
| “Telle,” quoth he, “your meditatioun, | 8 | ········ |
| But hasten you, the sunne will adown. | 9 | ·/˘····˘/ |
| Be fructuous, and that in little space; | 10 | ·/˘˘···/˘· |
| And to do well God sende you his grace.” | 10 | ·········· |
Notes from the edition 5
Glosses from the Purves edition of 1870, printed beside the lines (Project Gutenberg #2383). · W. W. Skeat, Notes to the Canterbury Tales (Oxford, 1900; Project Gutenberg #43016)
- Stanza 1 rising · in the middle of · village’s · govern · vicar · faith · wallet
- Stanza 1, line 10 the mones exaltacioun, the moon's exaltation. I have discussed this passage in my Preface to Chaucer's Astrolabe, (E. E. T. S.), p. lxiii. Of course Chaucer uses exaltation here (as in other passages) in its ordinary astrological sense. The 'exaltation' of a planet is that sign in which it was believed to exert its greatest influence; and, in accordance with this, the old tables call Taurus the 'exaltation of the Moon,' and Libra the 'exaltation of Saturn.' These results, founded on no reasons, had to be remembered by sheer effort of memory, if remembered at all. I have no doubt, accordingly, that Chaucer (or his scribes) has made a mistake here, and that the reading should be 'Saturnes,' as proposed by Tyrwhitt. The sentence then means--'Therewith Saturn's exaltation, I mean Libra, kept on continually ascending above the horizon.' This would be quite right, as the sign of Libra was actually ascending at the time supposed. The phrase 'I mene Libra' may be paralleled by the phrase 'I mene Venus'; Kn. Tale, 1358 (A. 2216); see also Group B. 1860, 2141. alwey, continually, is common in Chaucer; see Clerkes Tale, E. 458, 810. gan ascende, did ascend, is the opposite to gan descende; Clerkes Tale, E. 392. It is somewhat remarkable that the astrologers also divided each sign into three equal parts of ten degrees each, called 'faces'; mentioned in Chaucer's Astrolabe, ii. 4. 39, and in the Squieres Tale, F. 50. According to this arbitrary scheme, the first 10 degrees of Libra were called the 'face of the moon,' or 'mones face.' This suggests that Chaucer may, at the moment, have confused face with exaltation, thus giving us, as the portion of the zodiac intended, the first ten degrees of Libra. I doubt if the phrase is worth further discussion. For further information, see my Preface to Chaucer's Astrolabe (as above); and, for an ingenious (but impossible and unconvincing) theory, offered in explanation of the whole passage, see Mr. Brae's edition of the same, p. 74. Most unfortunately, more than one attempt has been made to fix the date of the Canterbury Tales, by adopting as the true reading the phrase 'In mene Libra,' and then pretending that the moon itself (not its exaltation) was 'in the middle of Libra.' But this reading is evolved out of a mistake in MS. Hl., which (after all) has not In mene, but In mena (!); neither does In mene mean 'in the middle.' All calculations fou
- Stanza 2 weive soothfastness,: forsake truth · chaff, refuse · relate stories · mince matters · opinion · scholars · meaning, sense · for to do’n,: a thing worth doing · discourse · fruitful; profitable
- Stanza 2, line 14 rum, ram, ruf are of course nonsense words, chosen to represent alliteration, because they all alike begin with r. In most alliterative poetry, the number of words in a line beginning with a common letter is, as Chaucer suggests, three. The word geste here means no more than 'tell a story,' without reference to the form of the story. It is, however, worth noting that one very long alliterative poem on the siege of Troy, edited by Panton and Donaldson (Early English Text Society), bears the title of 'Gest Hystoriale.' The number of distinctively Northern words in it is very considerable. I think that this line has been forced by some out of its true meaning, and made to convey a sneer against alliterative poetry which was by no means intended. Neither Chaucer himself nor his amiable parson would have spoken slightingly of other men's labours. The introduction of the words rum, ram, ruf conveys no more than a perfectly good-humoured allusion. That this is the true view is clear from the very next line, where the Parson declares that 'he holds rime but little better.' The most interesting question is--why should Chaucer allude to alliterative poetry at all? The answer is, in my view, that he distinctly wished to recognise the curious work of his contemporary William, whose Vision of Piers the Plowman had, by this time, passed, as it were, into a second edition, having been extremely popular in London, and especially amongst the lower classes. The author was not a Southerner, but his poem had come to London, together with himself, before A. D. 1377. In his play entitled The Old Wives' Tale, Peele introduces a character named Huanebango who imitates the spluttering hexameters used by Stanyhurst in his translation of a part of Vergil's Æneid, and afterwards says:--'I'll now set my countenance, and to her in prose; it may be, this rim-ram-ruf is too rude an encounter.' He evidently borrowed the expression from Chaucer. I may further observe that Chaucer did not invent these nonsense words himself; he probably borrowed them from some French source. For, in Sigart's Walloon Dictionary, we find these entries following. 'Rim ni ram (ça n'a ni), cela n'a ni rime ni raison. Rim-ram, protocole, formulaire: C'est toudi l'même rim-ram, c'est toujours la même chanson.' Again, in the Dispute between the Soul and the Body (Vernon MS.), printed in Wright's edition of Walter Mapes
- Stanza 2, line 28 textuel, literally exact in giving the text. The next line means 'I only gather (and give you) the general meaning.' Most quotations at this period were very inexact, and Chaucer was no more exact than others.
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