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

                                
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                                  On which hym self / he daunced / as hym thoughte
                                
                                  And whan this Maister / þat this Magyk wroughte
                                
                                  Saugh it was tyme / he clapte hise handes two
                                
                                  And farewel / al oure reuel was ago
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                                  And yet remoeued they neuere / out of the hous
                                
                                  Whil they saugh / al this sighte merueillous
                                
                                  But in his studie / ther as hise bookes be
                                
                                  They seten stille / and no wight but they thre
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                                  ¶ To hym / this Maister called his Squier
                                
                                  And seyde hym thus / is redy oure soper
                                
                                  Almoost an houre it is I vndertake
                                
                                  Sith I yow bad / oure soper for to make
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                                  Whan that thise worthy men / wenten with me
                                
                                  In to my studie / ther as my bookes be
                                
                                  ¶ Sire quod this Squier / whan it liketh yow
                                
                                  It is al redy / though ye wol right now
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                                  Go we thanne soupe quod he / as for the beste
                                
                                  This amorous folk / som tyme moote han hir reste
                                
                                  ¶ At after soper / fille they in tretee
                                
                                  What somme / sholde this Maistres gerdon be
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                                  To remoeuen / alle the Rokkes of Britayne
                                
                                  And eek from Gerounde / to the mouth of Sayne
                                
                                  ¶ He made it straunge / and swoor / so god hym saue
                                
                                  Lasse than a thousand pound / he wolde nat haue
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                                  Ne gladly / for that somme he wolde nat goon
                                
                                  ¶ Aurelius / with blisful herte anoon
                                
                                  Answerde thus / fy on a thousand pound
                                
                                  This wyde world / which that men seye is round
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                                  ¶ I wolde it yeue / if I were lord of it [folio 133a] 
                                
                                  This bargayn is ful dryue / for we been knyt
                                
                                  Ye shal be payed / trewely by my trouthe
                                
                                  But looketh now / for no necligence or slouthe
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                                  Ye tarie vs heere / no lenger than to morwe
                                
                                  ¶ Nay quod this clerk haue heer my feith to borwe
                                
                                  ¶ To bedde is goon Aurelius / whan hym leste
                                
                                  And wel ny / al that nyght he hadde his reste

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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 349
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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