Analysis of The Canon's Yeoman's Tale

WHEN ended was the life of Saint Cecile,
Ere we had ridden fully five mile,  
At Boughton-under-Blee us gan o'ertake
A man, that clothed was in clothes black,
And underneath he wore a white surplice.
His hackenay,* which was all pomely-gris,**          *nag **dapple-gray
So sweated, that it wonder was to see;
It seem'd as he had pricked* miles three.                  *spurred
The horse eke that his yeoman rode upon
So sweated, that unnethes* might he gon.**             *hardly **go
About the peytrel  stood the foam full high;
He was of foam, as *flecked as a pie.*          *spotted like a magpie*
A maile twyfold  on his crupper lay;
It seemed that he carried little array;
All light for summer rode this worthy man.
And in my heart to wonder I began
What that he was, till that I understood
How that his cloak was sewed to his hood;
For which, when I had long advised* me,                 *considered
I deemed him some Canon for to be.
His hat hung at his back down by a lace,*                     *cord
For he had ridden more than trot or pace;
He hadde pricked like as he were wood.*                        *mad
A clote-leaf* he had laid under his hood,           * burdock-leaf
For sweat, and for to keep his head from heat.
But it was joye for to see him sweat;
His forehead dropped as a stillatory*                        *still
Were full of plantain or of paritory.*                  *wallflower
And when that he was come, he gan to cry,
'God save,' quoth he, 'this jolly company.
Fast have I pricked,' quoth he, 'for your sake,
Because that I would you overtake,
To riden in this merry company.'
His Yeoman was eke full of courtesy,
And saide, 'Sirs, now in the morning tide
Out of your hostelry I saw you ride,
And warned here my lord and sovereign,
Which that to ride with you is full fain,
For his disport; he loveth dalliance.'
'Friend, for thy warning God give thee good chance,'*          *fortune
Said oure Host; 'certain it woulde seem
Thy lord were wise, and so I may well deem;
He is full jocund also, dare I lay;
Can he aught tell a merry tale or tway,
With which he gladden may this company?'
'Who, Sir? my lord? Yea, Sir, withoute lie,
He can* of mirth and eke of jollity                          *knows
*Not but* enough; also, Sir, truste me,             *not less than*
An* ye him knew all so well as do I,                            *if
Ye would wonder how well and craftily
He coulde work, and that in sundry wise.
He hath take on him many a great emprise,*       *task, undertaking
Which were full hard for any that is here
To bring about, but* they of him it lear.**         *unless **learn
As homely as he rides amonges you,
If ye him knew, it would be for your prow:*              *advantage
Ye woulde not forego his acquaintance
For muche good, I dare lay in balance
All that I have in my possession.
He is a man of high discretion.
I warn you well, he is a passing* man.'      *surpassing, extraordinary
Well,' quoth our Host, 'I pray thee tell me than,
Is he a clerk,* or no? Tell what he is.'           *scholar, priest
'Nay, he is greater than a clerk, y-wis,'*               *certainly
Saide this Yeoman; 'and, in wordes few,
Host, of his craft somewhat I will you shew,
I say, my lord can* such a subtlety                          *knows
(But all his craft ye may not weet* of me,                   *learn
And somewhat help I yet to his working),
That all the ground on which we be riding
Till that we come to Canterbury town,
He could all cleane turnen up so down,
And pave it all of silver and of gold.'
And when this Yeoman had this tale told
Unto our Host, he said; 'Ben'dicite!
This thing is wonder marvellous to me,
Since that thy lord is of so high prudence,
Because of which men should him reverence,
That of his worship* recketh he so lite;**         *honour **little
His *overest slop* it is not worth a mite           *upper garment*
As in effect to him, so may I go;
It is all baudy* and to-tore also.                        *slovenly
Why is thy lord so sluttish, I thee pray,
And is of power better clothes to bey,*                        *buy
If that his deed accordeth with thy speech?
Telle me that, and that I thee beseech.'

'Why?' quoth this Yeoman, 'whereto ask ye me?
God help me so, for he shall never the*                     *thrive
(But I will not avowe* that I say,                           *admit
And therefore keep it secret, I you pray):
He is too wis