The Canterbury Tales Page #4

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For the love of God and our money.

Of course. My house is small,

but share my humble home.

Still, you students can always make

something big from something small.

Have a drink with your

old friend the miller.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Are you asleep, Gianni?

Did you ever hear music like this?

Listen, what a concert.

The miller is snoring like a horse.

You could stick a tail in his arse.

Who wants to sleep tonight?

I'll be damned if I

don't hump that girl.

I'm entitled to compensation

for the grain that's been stolen from us.

Mind the miller doesn't wake

up, or we'll be damned.

He's no more worth than a flea.

You go ahead with his daughter,

while I stay here

like a sack of potatoes?

They'll say I was a sissy or a fool.

Feel this!

What about me?

I'm dying for a pee, I'm bursting.

Dammit, the cradle.

Where is the cradle?

I nearly got in the wrong bed.

My husband, it's long since you did

anything like this. What's happening?

Shut up, get on with it.

Molly, my love, sweet, little p*ssy.

Very well, husband, very well.

Farewell, Molly. It's dawn

and I cannot stay,

but I'll always be your student.

Farewell, my love. But before you go,

I must tell you one thing.

When you leave the mill,

just behind the door,

you'll find a cake,

made with your stolen flour.

God keep you safe.

Hey, Gianni. Wake up.

Listen how it went.

I've screwed the miller's daughter

three times while you laid here afraid.

You filthy devil, you traitor!

I'll murder you!

Bye-bye, my love. Bye.

Gianni, it's baked with our flour.

Bend which is rigid.

Heat up which is cold.

For everlasting joy.

Amen.

Why don't you cut it off?

B*tch.

Come here.

Whore!

A second time.

Just a second, wait.

- What is it?

Tell me you are my queen.

I am your queen.

My sweet love, my little

pigeon, my sweet little flower.

Saint Paul said:

"God shall destroy the food in the stomach

and the stomach for the food."

Cook, make me two eggs.

Take that, women sent by the

Devil to light the fires of lust.

Fuel for your whores.

Why don't you piss wine?

You'll pay for your drunken

sin in eternal hell-fire.

Wine is a lecherous thing.

Drunkenness is the root

of misfortune, you drunks.

Your face is putrid, your breath

is rancid and your embrace foul.

Why aren't you all like Samson?

Samson never touched

a drop of wine, read the Bible.

Rufo, go and piss on your whore's head.

I've preached against gluttony,

now I warn you about gambling.

Gambling is the father

of lies and trickery,

the father of blasphemy against Christ.

A prince who gambles

loses the respect to reign.

Understand that, you ignorants!

Who's dead?

- You, go outside

and ask what happened and his name.

I don't need to ask.

He was a good friend of yours.

He was killed this night,

sitting dead drunk on a bench.

A thief called Death

stabbed his heart with a lance.

He left without a word.

That's all I know.

It's like this.

This Death, is he so dangerous?

I'll go anywhere to find him.

We three are brothers,

we'll avenge our friend Rufo.

- We are blood brothers!

- Yes, blood brothers!

Get your knives out!

We must find the man

who killed our friend.

God be with you, gentlemen.

Who are you and why are you

dressed like a monk?

Why do you look so old?

Although I have travelled

the world, even to India,

I have never found anyone

who would change his youth

for my old age.

So, poor and wretched,

I walk the world like this,

and knock the ground with my staff,

I knock the lap of my mother and say:

"Dear mother, let me in. When

will my bones finally rest?

Mother, I would give everything

for a shroud to cover me."

But she will not grant that mercy.

You guys, don't harm an old man,

so you would not be harmed when old.

Let me go and God will be

with you on your path.

I have to go my way.

No! You'll not get off so easily.

You just talked of this traitor, Death.

You are his spy, tell us where he is.

And if not, you will pay for it.

You are with him to kill the young.

Okay. If you want to find

what you are looking for,

turn after that path, down there.

What you want to find,

I have left in the forest,

under a tree.

See that oak? That's

where you must look.

May God be with you...

and make you better too.

From now on we can live as rich men.

But we can't take it during

daylight, we will look like thieves.

One of us go and buy bread and wine.

The other two will guard the treasure.

We will take it away, when it's dark.

Dick is the youngest.

Master Apothecary, I need

poison to kill rats and a polecat.

They are eating all my chickens.

What a disaster.

I have a poison so strong,

that anyone who takes but a speck,

will die within a few minutes.

You! Give me bread and

three bottles of wine.

Hurry, run!

Hurry up, bastard!

Hey, I'm in a hurry. Come on!

Listen very well to what

I will tell you, Johnny.

We are sworn brothers.

We are two against one.

When he is here, you go to him

and embrace him friendly.

I will take my knife,

while you hold him tight.

We kill him and split

the treasure between us.

Here's the wine!

About time, too.

Dick, my true love,

I always said you

were my best friend.

What a lovely arse you have.

Now let's eat and drink,

then we will bury him.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost.

What a delicious cake.

Isn't it, dear Thomaso?

May God reward you.

On this seat I've had many

gifts and many good meals.

I have heard, dear Thomaso, that you've

given things to other monks, too.

That's why you are ill.

Because you're unfaithful.

You gave a bag of wheat to that convent.

And chickens and geese to another.

No, Thomaso! This is all useless.

What's the value of a farthing, cut

into pieces? It's neither warm nor cold.

I can give only what I have,

nothing else, isn't it?

You always tell me I'm

your brother and you love me.

Yes, of course!

Now I'm dying, I'll give something

to your convent too.

The most precious thing I have.

But on the condition to share it

equally with all other monks.

Well then, go down with

your hand along my back

and search in the bed,

right under my arse,

and you will find something

I have hidden secretly.

Where? Where?

Under my arse. Exactly under my arse.

Is your hand there? Well then...

What is it?

- You must come with me.

- Where?

We are going to pay a visit to hell.

Why?

They have decided like this.

No more questions.

My God...

Close your eyes.

Keep them tight shut.

One, two, three.

Hey, Satan!

Lift your tail, show where

you keep monks in hell.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

HERE END THE CANTERBURY TALES,

TOLD FOR THE PLEASURE OF TELLING.

Amen.

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