| 400 | Hym dare not wene well that euyl doth | |
| | A gilour shal euer begyled be | |
| | And god that sit in high mageste | |
| | Saue al this companye grete and smale | |
| | Thus haue I quyt the Myllere his tale | |
| | ¶ Here endith the Reuys tale . | |
| | ¶ And begynneth the cokis prolog . | |
| | T | He cook of london whyle the Reue spak | |
| | For ioye he toughte he clawid hym on þe bak | |
| | A ha quod he for cristis owen passion | |
| | This Myllere hath a sharp conclusion | |
| 5 | Vp on his argument of herbegage | |
| | Wel sayde Salamon in his langage | |
| | Ne preesse not euery man in thy hous | |
| | For herborwynge be nyght is perlous | |
| | Wel ought a man auisid forto be | |
| 10 | Whom that he brynge in to his pryuite | |
| | I prey to god so yeue me sorow and care | |
| | Syn euyr that I highte hogge of ware | |
| | Herd I Myllere bet y set a werk | |
| | He hadde a Iape of malice in the derk | |
| 15 | But god forbede that we stynten here | |
| | And therfore yf ye vouchesauf to here | |
| | A tale of me that am a poure man | |
| | I wol you telle as wel as I can | |
| | A lityl Iape that fyl in our cyte | |
| 20 | Our ost answerd & sayde I graunte it the | |
| | Now telle on Rogger loke that it be good | |
| | For many a pasty hast thou lete blood | |
