The Canterbury Tales: The Reeve's Tale
This Aleyn al forgat, bothe mele and corn;
Al was out of his mynde his houbonderie.
'What, whilk way is he geen?' he gan to crie.
(222 – 224)
'Alas,' quod John, 'Aleyn, for Cristes peyne,
Lay doun thy swerd, and I wil myn alswa.
I is ful wight, God waat as is a raa;
By Goddes herte, he sal nat scape us bathe!
Why ne had thow pit the capul in the lathe?
Ihayl! by God, Alayn, thou is a fonne!'
(230 – 235)
'Ye konne by arguments make a place
A myle brood of twenty foot of space.
Lat se now if this place may suffise,
Or make it rowm with speche, as is your gise.'
(269 – 270)