The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
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                                  And vp þey sterte al drunken in þis rage
                                
                                  And forþ þey gon toward þat village
                                
                                  Of which þe tauerner haþ spoke byforn
                                
                                  And many a grisly oþ þenne haue þey sworn
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                                  And cristes blessed body þey torent
                                
                                  Deth schal be deed if þat we may him hent/
                                
                                  Whan þey han goon nought fully a myle /
                                
                                  Right as þey wolde haue treden ouer a style
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                                  And olde and a pore man with hem mette
                                
                                  þis olde man ful mekely hem grette
                                
                                  And seyde þus now lordes god ȝou se
                                
                                  þe proudest of þese ryettoures þre
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                                  Answered agayn what carle wiþ harde grace
                                
                                  Why art þou al forwrapped saue þy face /
                                
                                  Why lyuest þou so longe in so gret age /
                                
                                  þis olde man gan loke in his visage /
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                                  And sayde þus for I can nought fynde /
                                
                                  A man þough þat I walked in-to ynde /
                                
                                  Neyþer in Cite ne in village
                                
                                  That wol chaunge his ȝouþe for myn age
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                                  And þerfore moot I haue myn age stille
                                
                                  As lange tyme as it is goddes wille /
                                
                                  Ne deþ allas nel nought haue my lyf
                                
                                  þus walke I lyk a resteles kaytyf
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                                  And on þe ground which is my moodres gate /
                                
                                  I knokke wiþ my staff erly and late
                                
                                  And saye leeue mooder lete me Inne
                                
                                  Lo how I wanse fleissch and blood and skyn [folio 201a] 
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                                  Allas whan schullen myne bones ben at reste
                                
                                  Moder with ȝou wolde I chaunge my cheste
                                
                                  That in my chambre lange tyme haue be
                                
                                  ȝe for an here clout/ to wrappe me
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                                  But ȝit to me sche wole nouȝt do þat/ grace
                                
                                  ffor which ful hale and welked is my face
                                
                                  But sires to ȝou it nys no curtesye
                                
                                  To speken vntil an olde man vilenye

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Title: The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 447
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1868-[1869]

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