The Canterbury tales
Geoffrey Chaucer
F.N. Robinson

The Epilogue of the Nun's Priest's Tale

Sire Nonnes Preest," oure Hooste seide anoon,
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I-blessed be thy breche, and every stoon!
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This was a murie tale of Chauntecleer.
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But by my trouthe, if thou were seculer,
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Thou woldest ben a trede-foul aright.
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For if thou have corage as thou hast myght,
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Thee were nede of hennes, as I wene,
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Ya, moo than seven tymes seventene.
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See, whiche braunes hath this gentil preest
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So gret a nekke, and swich a large breest!
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He loketh as a sperhauk with his yen;
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Him nedeth nat his colour for to dyen
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With brasile, ne with greyn of Portyngale.
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Now, sire, faire falle yow for youre tale!
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And after that he, with ful merie chere,
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Seide unto another, as ye shuln heere.
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