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

                                
                                     [6-text p 328] 
                                  
                                  But naþeles if I can schape it/ so
                                
                                  þat it departed were among vs tuo
                                
                                  had I nought don a frendes turne to þe
                                
                                  þat oþer answerde I not how þat mighte be
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                                  I woot wel þat þe gold is oure tuo
                                
                                  What schulde we seye what schulde we do
                                
                                  Schal it be counseil sayde þe firste schrewe /
                                
                                  And I schal telle in wordes fewe
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                                  What we schuln doon and bringe it wel aboute
                                
                                  I graunte quod þat oþer out of doute
                                
                                  þat by my trewþe I wol þe nouȝt bewreye
                                
                                  Now quoþ þe firste þou wost wel we be tweye
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                                  And tweyne of vs schuln strenger ben þan oon
                                
                                  loke whenne he is sette and þanne anon
                                
                                  Aryse as þou woldest wiþ him pleye
                                
                                  And I schal renne him þurgh þe sydes tweye
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                                  Whiles þat þou struggelist wiþ him in game
                                
                                  And wiþ þy dagger loke þou do þe same
                                
                                  And þenne schal al þis gold departed be
                                
                                  My deere freend bitwixe þe and me
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                                  þenne may we boþe oure lustes fulfille
                                
                                  And pleye atte dys right at oure owen wille
                                
                                  And þus accorded ben þese schrewes tweye
                                
                                  To sleen þe þridde as ȝe herde me seye
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                                  þis ȝongest which þat wente to þe toun
                                
                                  fful ofte in herte he rolleþ vp and doun
                                
                                  þe beaute of þese floreynes newe and bright
                                
                                  O lord quoþ he if so were þat I might [folio 202b] 
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                                  Al þis tresour wynne to my self allone
                                
                                  þer nys no man þat lyueþ vnder þe trone /
                                
                                  Of god þat scholde lyue as mery as I
                                
                                  And at þe laste þe feend oure enemy
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                                  Putte in his þouȝt þat he schulde poyson beye
                                
                                  With which he mighte sleen his felawes tweye
                                
                                  ffor why þe feend fand him in such lyuyng
                                
                                  That hadde leue him to sorwe brynge

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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 450
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1868-[1869]

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