Miller

Miller's Prologue: The Hatless, Hoodless, Miller's "curteisie"

The millere, that for dronken was al pale, 3120

So that unnethe upon his hors he sat,

He nolde avalen neither hood ne hat,

Ne abyde no man for his curteisie,

But in pilates voys he gan to crie,

And swoor, by armes, and by blood and bones,

I kan a noble tale for the nones,

With which I wol now quite the knyghtes tale. 3127