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

                                
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                                  Til atte laste / he seyde / god yow see
                                
                                  ¶ This lord bigan to looke / and seide benedicitee
                                
                                  What frere Iohn / what maner world is this?
                                
                                  I trowe / som maner thyng ther is amys
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                                  Ye looken / as the wode / were ful of theuys
                                
                                  Sit doun anon / and tel me what youre grief is
                                
                                  And it shal been amended / if that I may
                                
                                  ¶ I haue quod he / had a despit this Day
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                                  God yelde yow / adoun in youre village
                                
                                  That in this world / is noon so poure a page
                                
                                  That he nolde haue abhomynacioun
                                
                                  Of that I haue receyued in youre toun
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                                  And yet greueth me / no thyng so soore
                                
                                  As that this olde cherl / with lokkes hoore
                                
                                  Blasphemed hath / oure hooly Couent eke
                                
                                  ¶ Now maister quod this lord / I yow biseke
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                                  ¶ No maister quod he / but seruitour
                                
                                  Thogh I haue had in scole swich honour
                                
                                  God liketh nat that Raby men vs calle
                                
                                  Neither in Market ne in youre large halle
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                                  ¶ No fors quod he / but tel me al youre grief
                                
                                  ¶ Sire quod he / an odious meschief/
                                
                                  This day bityd is / to myn ordre and me
                                
                                  And so per consequens / in ech degree
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                                  Of hooly chirche / god amende it soone
                                
                                  ¶ Sire quod the lord / ye woot what is to doone
                                
                                  Distempre yow noght / ye be my Confessour
                                
                                  Ye been the salt of the erthe / and the savour
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                                  ffor goddes loue / youre pacience ye holde
                                
                                  Tel me youre grief/ and he anon hym tolde
                                
                                  As ye han herd biforn / ye woot wel what
                                
                                  ¶ The lady of the hous / al stille sat/
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                                  Til she had herd / what the frere sayde
                                
                                  Ey goddes mooder quod she / blisful mayde
                                
                                  Is ther oght elles / telle me feithfully [folio 90b] 
                                
                                  ¶ Madame quod he / how thynke ye her-by?

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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 231
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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