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

                                
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                                  And vp þai startyn al dronke in þis rage /
                                
                                  And forþ þai goon towardes þat village
                                
                                  Of which þe tauerner haþ spoke biforn
                                
                                  And many a grisly oth þan han þay sworn
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                                  And cristes blessed body þay torent
                                
                                  Deth schal be deed if þat þay may him hent
                                
                                  Right as þay wolde haue torned ouer a style
                                
                                  whan þai han goon nought fully a myle
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                                  An old man and a pore with hem mette
                                
                                  This olde man ful mekely hem grette /
                                
                                  And saide þus lordynges god ȝow se
                                
                                  The proudest of þe ryotoures þre
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                                  Answerd aȝein. what carle wiþ meschaunce [[A blank line is in MS after l. 717 and 718.]]  [folio 191a] 
                                
                                  why artow al forwrapped saue þi face
                                
                                  whi lyuest þou in so gret an age
                                
                                  This olde man gan loke on his visage
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                                  And saide þus for þat I can not fynde /
                                
                                  A man þough þat I walke in to Inde
                                
                                  Neiþer in Cite noon ne in village
                                
                                  That wol chaunge his ȝouþe for myn age
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                                  And þerfore moot I haue myn age stille /
                                
                                  As longe tyme as it is goddes wille
                                
                                  And deth allas ne wil not haue my lif
                                
                                  Thus walk I lik a resteles caytif
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                                  And on þe ground which is my modres gate
                                
                                  I knokke with my staf erly and late
                                
                                  And saye leeue moder let me In
                                
                                  Lo how I wane fleisch. and blood and skyn
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                                  Allas whan schuln my boones ben at rest
                                
                                  Moder with ȝow wil I chaunge my chest/
                                
                                  That in my chamber. longe tyme haþ be
                                
                                  Ȝe for an haire clout/ to wrap in me
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                                  But ȝet to me sche wil not do þat grace
                                
                                  For which ful pale and welkid is my face
                                
                                  But sires to ȝow. it is no curtesye
                                
                                  To speke vnto an old man vilonye

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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 437
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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