Although this review comes under the Nun's Priest's Tales, it really covers the whole of Fragment VII of The Canterbury Tales, and to be honest it's a very mixed bag and is one of the least engaging sections so far. The tales it contains are: The Shipman's Tale; the Prioress's Tale; The Tale of Sir Thopas and the Tale of Melibee (both supposedly told by Chaucer in his position as one of the pilgrims); The Monk's Tale and The Nun's Priest's Tale.
The Shipman's tale harks back to the fun (and sex) filled fableaux from early in the collection - the miller's tale etc - in which a monk borrows money from a merchant to pay the merchant's avaricious wife for sex and when the merchant asks for the money back the monk tells him that he gave it to his wife and that he should ask her for it. As usual in these tales, Chaucer's language is full of exotic and sex-charged vim and wit:
"That for thise hundred frankes he sholde al nyght
Have hire in his armes bolt upright"
Whether it's her, or him (or parts of him, anyway) that are bolt upright, I'll leave it to you to work out. This is probably the best story in this fragment.
The Prioress's Tale is an anti-semitic rant about a young christian boy, killed by the jews (because of course Satan "hath in Jewes' heart his waspe's nest") - not just one, all of them - and thrown on a dungheap, for no reason other than he's singing the Alma Redemptoris Mater, and when his mother goes looking for him his corpse starts to sing and says what's happened. There's at least one other story in the collection with exactly the same plot.
Sir Thopas - this was heading towards being the most enjoyable story in the fragment, with its jog trot rhythm and easy rhyming scheme, until the Host and the knight demand that it's stopped because they're bored - and it's replaced with the tale of Melibee which is interminably dull, over 1000 lines of a man who wants to go to war with his neighbours being argued out of it by his patient wife. Truly a tough task reading it all without skimming.
The Monk's tale is a disjointed retelling of historical and mythical tragedies but the final story, the Nun's Priest's tale takes the folk story of the proud cock Chanticleer and his paramour hen Pertelote, and makes a lovely mock epic poem, in which the back yard fowl become heroes of almost mythic levels - the middle section gets weighted down with philosophical arguments, but the opening and closing sections in which chanticleer has his dream and later escapes from the jaws of the ravaging fox through cunning and trickery are great fun.
On the whole though, the tales are starting to wear thin in their interest, and I'm glad I'm only reading them one fragment at a time.