The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
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                                  Mote þi wicked necke be tobroke /
                                
                                  Þou saist þat droppyng hous and eek smoke /
                                
                                  And chydyng wyues maken men to fle
                                
                                  Out of here oughne hous a benedicite
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                                  what eylith such an old man for to chyde /
                                
                                  Þou seist we wyues woln oure vices hide /
                                
                                  Til we ben weddid and þan we wil hem schewe
                                
                                  wel may þat be a prouerbe of a schrewe
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                                  Thou saist þat assen . oxen and houndes
                                
                                  Þay ben assayed at diuers stoundes
                                
                                  Basyns lauours eek er men hem bye
                                
                                  Spones . stooles . and al such housbondrie
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                                  Also pottes cloþes and array
                                
                                  But folk of wyues maken non assay
                                
                                  Til þay ben weddid olde dotard schrewe.
                                
                                  And þanne saistow we woln oure vices schewe
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                                  Þou saist also þat it displesith me
                                
                                  But if þat þou wilt praysen my beaute
                                
                                  And but þou pore alway in my face
                                
                                  And clepe me faire dame in euery place
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                                  And but þou make a fest on þilke day; [folio 90b] 
                                
                                  Þat I was born and make me freisch and gay
                                
                                  And but þou do my norice honoure
                                
                                  And to my chamberer wiþinne þy boure
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                                  And to my fadres folk and myn allies
                                
                                  Thus saistow olde barel ful of lies
                                
                                  And ȝit of oure apprentys Iankyn
                                
                                  For his crisp her schynyng as gold so fyn
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                                  And for he squiereþ me vp and doun
                                
                                  Ȝet hastow caught a fals suspeccioun
                                
                                  I nyl him nought þough þou were deed to morwe
                                
                                  But tel me wher-for hydestow wiþ sorwe
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                                  Thy keyes of þy chist a-way fro me
                                
                                  It is my good as wel as þin par de
                                
                                  ¶ what wenest þou make an ydiot of oure dame
                                
                                  Now by þat lord þat cleped is seint Iame

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Title: The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 202
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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