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WEl sayd by corpus boones quod oure host [folio 200a]
Now longe mot þou sayle by þe cost
Sir gentil maister gentil mariner
God ȝiue þe monk a þousand last quadeȝer
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haha felaws be war for such a iape
The monk put in þe mannes hood an ape
And in his wyues eek by seint austyn
Draweþ no monkes more vnto ȝour In
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But now pasouer and let vs loke aboute
who schal telle first of al þis route /
Anoþer tale / and wiþ þat wiþ þat word he sayde /
As curteisly as it had ben a mayde /
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My lady prioresse by ȝour leue
So þat I wist I scholde ȝow not greue
I wolde deme þat ȝe telle scholde
A tale next if so were þat ȝe wolde /
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Now wol ȝe vouche sauf my lady deere /
Gladly quod sche / and sayd in þis manere [[Break of one line in the MS.]]