O make him your subservient tool.

If you his purpose would deflect
In all your gayest raiment decked.
Throughout the town
Walk up and down,
Till he your beauty will respect.

We joined in the Clerk's song, and felt much cheered by its merry
tune.

Then the Merchant told a tale of a wife who was the exact opposite of
Griselda, and much more akin to the Wife of Bath. Many of the company
enjoyed it, and of a truth it was a good contrast to the Clerk's
tale.

After the Merchant's tale we talked lightly to one another of men and
matters until we reached the inn at Ospringe where we were lodged for
the third night of our pilgrimage.

After supper the Yeoman told a tale [*] of the adventures of a lad
named Gamelyn, and how at last he got the better of his unjust
brother.

[Footnote: The text of this tale was found amongst Chaucer's papers.
It seems most suitable for the Yeoman to tell it, and as there is
nothing in Chaucer to contradict this, we give it to the Yeoman
here.]