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

                                
                                     [6-text p 328] 
                                  
                                  But naþeles if I can schape it so
                                
                                  That it departed were bitwix vs tuo
                                
                                  had I not doon a frendes torn to þe /
                                
                                  That oþer answerd I not how þat may be/
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                                  he wot wel þat þe gold is wiþ vs tway
                                
                                  what schulde we þan do what schuld we say
                                
                                  Schal it be counsail sayde þe ferste schrewe
                                
                                  And I schal telle þe in wordes fewe /
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                                  what we schul doon and bringe it wel aboute
                                
                                  I graunte quod þat other wiþoute doute
                                
                                  That by my trouþe I wil þe nought bywray
                                
                                  Now quod þe first þou wost wel we ben tway
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                                  And two of vs schuln strenger be þan oon
                                
                                  lok whanne he is sett and þat anoon
                                
                                  Arys as þou woldest with him pleye
                                
                                  And I schal ryf him thurgh þe sydes tweye
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                                  whils þou strogelest wiþ him as in game [folio 192b] 
                                
                                  And with þi dagger loke þou do þe same
                                
                                  And þan schal al þe gold departed be
                                
                                  My dere frend bitwixe þe and me
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                                  Than may we oure lustes fulfille
                                
                                  And play at dees right at our owne wille
                                
                                  And þus accorded ben þese schrewes twayn
                                
                                  To sle þe þridde . as ȝe herd me sayn
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                                  This ȝongest/ which þat wente to þe toun
                                
                                  Ful fast in hert/ he rollith vp and doun
                                
                                  The beaute of þe florins newe and bright
                                
                                  O lord quod he if so were þat I might
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                                  Haue al þis gold vnto my self alloone
                                
                                  Ther is no man þat lyueth vnder þe troone
                                
                                  Of gold þat schulde lyue so mery as I
                                
                                  And atte last þe feend oure enemy
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                                  Put in his þought þat he schuld poysoun beye
                                
                                  wiþ which he mighte sle his felaws tweye
                                
                                  For-why þe feend fond him in such lyuynge
                                
                                  That he had leue to sorwe him to brynge

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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 440
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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