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

                                
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                                  With dredful herte / and with ful humble cheere
                                
                                  Salued hath / his souerayn lady deere
                                
                                  ¶ My righte lady / quod this woful man
                                
                                  Whom I moost drede / and loue as I best kan
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                                  And lothest were / of al this world displese
                                
                                  Nere it þat I for yow haue swich disese
                                
                                  That I moste dyen heer/ at youre foot anon
                                
                                  Noght wolde I telle yow / how me is wo bigon
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                                  But certes / outher moste I dye / or pleyne
                                
                                  Ye sleen me giltlees / for verray peyne
                                
                                  But of my deeth / thogh þat ye haue no routhe
                                
                                  Auyseth yow / er that ye breke your trouthe
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                                  [ [Rats.]  [folio 161b] Repen]teth yow / for thilke god aboue
                                
                                  Er ye me sleen / by cause that I yow loue /
                                
                                  ffor madame / wel ye woot what ye han hight
                                
                                  Nat þat I chalange / any thyng of right
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                                  Of yow my souereyn lady / but youre grace
                                
                                  But in a gardyn yond / at swich a place
                                
                                  Ye woot right wel / what ye bihighten me
                                
                                  And in myn hand / your trouthe plighten ye
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                                  To loue me best god woot ye seyden so
                                
                                  Al be / þat I vnworthy am ther to
                                
                                  Madame I speke it / for the honour of yow
                                
                                  Moore than to saue / myn hertes lyf right now
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                                  I haue do so / as ye comaunded me
                                
                                  And if ye vouche sauf / ye may go se
                                
                                  Dooth as yow list haue youre biheste in mynde
                                
                                  ffor quyk/ or deed / right ther ye shal me fynde
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                                  In yow lyth al / to do me lyue or deye
                                
                                  But wel I woot the Rokkes been aweye
                                
                                  ¶ He taketh his leue / and she astoned stood
                                
                                  In al hir face / nas a drope of blood
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                                  She wende neuere haue come / in swich a trappe
                                
                                  Allas quod she / þat euere this sholde happe
                                
                                  ffor wende I neuere / by possibilitee
                                
                                  That swich a Monstre / or merueille myghte be

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Title: The Hengwrt ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 369
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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