The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                  And seyde / I am lord at alle degrees
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                                  ffor after this / I hope ther cometh moore
                                
                                  Lemman thy grace / and sweete bryd thyn oore
                                
                                  ¶ The wyndow / she vndoth / and that in haste
                                
                                  Haue do quod she / com of and speed the faste
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                                  Lest that oure Neighebores / thee espie
                                
                                  ¶ This Absolon / gan wype his mouth ful drie
                                
                                  Dirk was the nyght as pich / or as the cole
                                
                                  And at the wyndow / out she pitte hir hole
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                                  And Absolon / hym fil no bet ne wers
                                
                                  But with his mouth / he kiste hir naked ers
                                
                                  fful sauourly / er he was war of this
                                
                                  ¶ Abak he stirte / and thoughte it was amys
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                                  ffor wel he wiste / a womman hath no berd
                                
                                  He felte a thyng al rough / and long yherd
                                
                                  And seyde / fy allas what haue I do
                                
                                  ¶ Tehee quod she / and clapte the wyndow to
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                                  And Absolon / gooth forth a sory pas
                                
                                  ¶ A berd a berd / quod hende Nicholas
                                
                                  By goddes corpus / this goth faire and weel
                                
                                  ¶ This sely Absolon / herde euery deel
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                                  And on his lippe / he gan for Anger byte
                                
                                  And to hym self / he seyde l shal thee quyte
                                
                                  ¶ Who rubbeth now / who froteth now his lippes
                                
                                  With dust with sond / with straw / with clooth / with chippes
                                
                                  But Absolon / that seith ful ofte allas
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                                  My soule / bitake I vn to Sathanas
                                
                                  But me were leuere / than al this toun quod he [folio 44b] 
                                
                                  Of this despit awroken for to be
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                                  Allas quod he / allas I ne hadde ybleynt
                                
                                  His hoote loue / was coold and al yqueynt
                                
                                  ffor fro that tyme / that he hadde kiste hir ers
                                
                                  Of paramours / he sette nat a kers
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                                  ffor he was / heeled of his maladie
                                
                                  fful ofte / paramours he gan deffie
                                
                                  And weepe / as dooth a child that is ybete
                                
                                  A softe paas / he wente ouer the strete

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Title: The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 107
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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