The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
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                                  Moote / thy welked nekke be to-broke
                                
                                  ¶ Thow seyst that droppyng houses / and eek smoke
                                
                                  And chidyng wyues / maken men to flee
                                
                                  Out of hir owene houses / a benedicitee
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                                  What eyleth / swich an old man for to chide
                                
                                  ¶ Thow seyst þat we wyues / wol oure vices hide
                                
                                  Til we be fast and thanne we wol hem shewe
                                
                                  Wel may that be / a prouerbe of a shrewe
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                                  ¶ Thou seist þat Oxen / Asses / hors / and houndes
                                
                                  They been assayd / at diuerse stoundes
                                
                                  Bacyns / lauours / er that men hem bye
                                
                                  Spoones and stooles / and al swich housbondrye
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                                  And so been / pottes clothes / and array
                                
                                  But folk of wyues / maken noon assay
                                
                                  Til they be wedded / olde dotard shrewe
                                
                                  Thanne seistow / we wol oure vices shewe
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                                  ¶ Thou seist also / that it displeseth me
                                
                                  But if that thou / wolt preyse my beautee
                                
                                  And but thou poure alwey / vp-on my face
                                
                                  And clepe me faire dame in euery place
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                                  And but thou make a feeste / on thilke day
                                
                                  That I was born / and make me fressh and gay
                                
                                  And but thou do / to my norice honour
                                
                                  And to my chambrere / with-Inne my bour
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                                  And to my fadres folk / and hise allyes
                                
                                  Thus seistow / olde barel ful of lyes
                                
                                  ¶ And yet of oure Apprentice / Ianekyn [¶ Et procurator calamistratus & cetera] 
                                
                                  ffor his crispe heer / shynynge as gold so fyn
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                                  And for he squiereth me / bothe vp and doun
                                
                                  Yet hastow caught a fals suspecioun
                                
                                  I wol hym noght / thogh thou were deed tomorwe
                                
                                  ¶ But tel me / why hydestow with sorwe
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                                  The keyes of my cheste / awey fro me
                                
                                  It is my good / as wel as thyn pardee
                                
                                  What wenestow / to make an ydiot of oure dame
                                
                                  Now by that lord / that called is seint Iame

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Title: The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 175
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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