it helpeth him naught to speak his mind.' But I wot well I

shall know a good tale when I hear one. Sir, say somewhat of hunting, I pray you."

"Nay," quoth the monk, "I list not to sport; let another tell a tale now, sith I have told."

Then spake our host with his rude broad speech, and said unto the Nun's Priest: "Come nearer, thou priest; come hither, thou Sir John; tell us such a thing as may glad our hearts. Though thou ride on a jade, be blithe! What though thy horse be both foul and lank, reck not a bean, if he will serve thee. Whatever be, look that thy heart be merry!"

"Yes, sir," quoth he. "Yes, host, by my spurs! In sooth, if I be not merry, may I be chid." And right anon he hath broached his tale, and thus he said unto all of us, this sweet

priest, this goodly man, Sir John.