| | Why art thou angri with my tale now | |
| | I haue a wyf parde as wel as thow | |
| | Yet nolde I not for the oxen in my plow | |
| 50 | Take vp on me more than ynow | |
| | And deme of my self that I were one | |
| | I wolbeleue that I am none | |
| | An husbond sholde not be inquisityf | |
| | Of goddis priuitees ne of his wyf | |
| 55 | So he may fynde goddis fuson there | |
| | Of the remenaunt nedith not to enquere | |
| | What sholde I more say but this Millere | |
| | He nolde his word for noman forbere | |
| | But tolde his chorlis tale in his manere | |
| 60 | Me ouer thynketh that I shal reherce it here | |
| | And therfore euery gentyl wight I pray | |
| | Demeth not for goddis loue that I say | |
| | Not for euyl entent but that I moste reherce | |
| | Here talis al be they better or werce | |
| 65 | Or ellis falsen som of my matere | |
| | And therfore who so listith not to here | |
| | Turne ouer the leef and chees another tale | |
| | For he shal fynde ynowe bothe grete and smale | |
| | Of historial thing that towchith gentilnesse | |
| 70 | And eke moralite and holynesse | |
| | Blameth not me yf that ye chese amys | |
| | The Myllere is a chorle ye know wel this | |
| | So is the reue and eke other mo | |
| | And harlottrye they tolde bothe two | |
| 75 | Auysith you and put me out of blame | |
