That on his schyne a mormal hadde he
For blankmanger he made with þe beste
A Schipman was þer wonyng fer by weste
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For ought I woot he was of Dertemouthe
He rood vpon a rouncy as he couþe
In a gowne of faldyng to þe kne
A dagger hangyng on a laas hadde he
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Aboute his nekke vnder his arm a doun
The hoote somer had maad his hew al broun
And certeinly he was a good felawe
Ful many a draught of wyn had he drawe
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From Burdeuxward, whil þat þe chapman sleep
Of nyce conscience took he no keep
If þat he foughte and hadde þe heiȝer hand
By water he sente hem hoom to euery land
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But of his craft to rikne wel þe tydes
his stremes and his dangers him bisides
His herbergh and his mone his lodemenage
Ther was non such from hulle to Cartage
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Hardy he was and wys to vndertake
with many a tempest hath his berd ben schake
He knew wel alle þe hauenes as þei were
From Scotlond to the cape of fynestere
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And euery Cryk in Bretayne and in Spayne
His Barge y-clepud was the Magdelayne
Ther was also a Doctour of phisik
In al þis world ne was þer non him lyk
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To speke of phisik and of Surgerye
For he was groundud in astronomye
he kepte his pacient wondurly wel
In houres by his magik naturel
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wel cowde he fortune the ascendent
Of his ymages for his pacient
He knew þe cause of euery maladye [folio 6b]
were it of cold or hete or moyst or drye
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And where þei engendrid and of what humour
