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

                                
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                                  ¶ How that me thynketh quod she? so god me speede
                                
                                  I seye / a cherle hath doon / a cherles dede
                                
                                  What shold I seye / god lat hym neuere thee
                                
                                  His sike heed / is ful of vanytee
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                                  I holde hym / in a manere frenesye
                                
                                  ¶ Madame quod he / by god I shal nat lye
                                
                                  But I on hym / oother weyes be wreke
                                
                                  I shal disclaundre hym / ouer al ther I speke
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                                  This false blasphemour / that charged me
                                
                                  To parte / that wol nat departed be
                                
                                  To euery man yliche / with meschaunce
                                
                                  ¶ The lord sat stille / as he were in a traunce
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                                  And in his herte / he rolled vp and doun
                                
                                  How hadde the cherl / this ymaginacioun?
                                
                                  To shewe swich a probleme / to the frere
                                
                                  Neuere erst er now / herd I of swich mateere
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                                  I trowe / the deuel / putte it in his mynde
                                
                                  In Ars Metrik shal ther no man fynde
                                
                                  Biforn this day / of swich a question
                                
                                  Certes / it was a shrewed conclusion
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                                  That euery man / sholde haue yliche his part
                                
                                  As of the soun / or savour/ of a fart
                                
                                  O vile proude cherl / I shrewe his face
                                
                                  Lo sires quod the lord / with harde grace
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                                  Who herd euere of swich a thyng er now
                                
                                  To euery man ylike / tel me how?
                                
                                  It is an inpossible / it may nat be
                                
                                  Ey nyce cherl / god lete thee neuere thee
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                                  The rumblynge of a fart/ and euery soun
                                
                                  Nis but of Eir reuerberacioun
                                
                                  And euere it wasteth / litel and litel awey
                                
                                  Ther is no man / kan demen by my fey
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                                  If that it were departed equally
                                
                                  What lo my cherl / lo yet how shrewedly
                                
                                  Vn-to my confessour / to day he spak
                                
                                  I holde hym certeyn / a demonyak

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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 232
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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