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

                                
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                                  Haue I / vp-on this bench / faren ful weel
                                
                                  Heere haue I eten / many a myrie meel
                                
                                  And fro the bench / he droof awey the cat
                                
                                  And leyde adoun / his potente and his hat
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                                  And eek his scrippe / and sette hym softe adoun
                                
                                  His felawe / was go walked in-to toun
                                
                                  fforth with his knaue / in-to that hostelrye
                                
                                  Where as he shoope hym / thilke nyght to lye
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                                  ¶ O deere maister / quod this sike man
                                
                                  How han ye fare / sith þat March bigan?
                                
                                  I saugh yow noght/ this fourtnyght or moore
                                
                                  God woot quod he / laboured I haue ful soore
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                                  And specially / for thy sauacion
                                
                                  Haue I seyd / many a precious orison
                                
                                  And for oure othere freendes / god hem blesse
                                
                                  I haue to day / been at youre chirche at messe /
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                                  And seyd a sermon / after my symple wit
                                
                                  Nat al after/ the text of hooly writ/
                                
                                  ffor it is hard to yow / as I suppose
                                
                                  And therfore / wol I teche yow al the glose
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                                  Glosynge / is a glorious thyng certeyn
                                
                                  ffor lettre sleeth / so as thise clerkes seyn [¶ Litera oceidit & cetera] 
                                
                                  There haue I taught hem to be charitable
                                
                                  And spende hir good / ther it is resonable
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                                  And there I saugh oure dame / a where is she?
                                
                                  ¶ Yond in the yerd / I trowe þat she be
                                
                                  Seyde this man / and she wol come anon
                                
                                  ¶ Ey maister / wel come be ye / by seint Iohn
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                                  Seyde this wyf / how fare ye hertely?
                                
                                  ¶ The frere ariseth vp ful curteisly
                                
                                  And hire embraceth in his Armes narwe
                                
                                  And kiste hire sweete / and chirteth as a sparwe
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                                  With his lyppes /. dame quod he right weel?
                                
                                  As he / that is youre seruant euery deel
                                
                                  Thanked be god / þat yow yaf soule and lyf
                                
                                  Yet saugh I nat this day / so fair a wyf

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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 220
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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