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

                                
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                                  And vp they stirte / and dronken in this rage
                                
                                  And forth they goon / towardes that village
                                
                                  Of which the Tauerner/ hadde spoke biforn
                                
                                  And many a grisly ooth / thanne han they sworn
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                                  And Cristes blessed body / they to-rente
                                
                                  Deeth shal be deed / if that they may hym hente
                                
                                  ¶ Whan they han goon / nat fully half a Mile
                                
                                  Right as they wolde / han troden ouer a stile
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                                  An oold man and a poure / with hem mette
                                
                                  This olde man / ful mekely hem grette
                                
                                  And seyde thus / now lordes / god yow see
                                
                                  ¶ The proudeste / of thise Riotours three
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                                  Answerde agayn / what carl with sory grace
                                
                                  Why artow / al forwrapped saue thy face?
                                
                                  Why lyuestow so longe / in so greet age?
                                
                                  ¶ This olde man / gan looke in his visage
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                                  And seyde thus / for I ne kan nat fynde
                                
                                  A man / though þat I walked in to ynde
                                
                                  Neither in Citee / nor in no Village
                                
                                  That wolde chaunge / his youthe for myn Age
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                                  And therfore / moot I han myn Age stille
                                
                                  As longe tyme / as it is goddes wille
                                
                                  ¶ Ne deeth allas / ne wol nat han my lyf
                                
                                  Thus walke I / lyk a restelees kaityf
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                                  And on the ground / which is my moodres gate
                                
                                  I knokke with my staf / bothe erly and late
                                
                                  And seye / leeue mooder/ leet me In
                                
                                  Lo how I vanysshe / flessh and blood and skyn
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                                  Allas / whan shul / my bones been at reste [folio 145a] 
                                
                                  Mooder / with yow / wolde I chaunge my cheste
                                
                                  That in my chambre / longe tyme hath be
                                
                                  Ye for an heyre clowt to wrappe me
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                                  But yet to me / she wol nat do that grace
                                
                                  ffor which / ful pale / and welked is my face
                                
                                  ¶ But sires to yow / it is no curteisye
                                
                                  To speken / to an old man vileynye

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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 383
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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