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

                                
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                                  But he trespasse / in word / or elles in dede
                                
                                  In hooly writ ye may your self wel rede
                                
                                  Agayns an oold man / hoor vpon his heed [¶ coram canuto capite consurge] 
                                
                                  Ye sholde arise / wherfore I yeue yow reed
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                                  Ne dooth vn-to an oold man / noon harm now
                                
                                  Namoore than þat ye wolde / men did to yow
                                
                                  In age / if that ye so longe abyde
                                
                                  And god be with yow / where ye go or ryde
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                                  I moote go thider / as I haue to go
                                
                                  ¶ Nay olde cherl / by god thou shalt nat so
                                
                                  Seyde this oother hasardour anon
                                
                                  Thou partest nat so lightly / by Seint Iohn
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                                  Thou spak right/ now / of thilke traytour deeth
                                
                                  That in this contree / alle oure freendes sleeth
                                
                                  Haue heer my trouthe / as thou art his espye
                                
                                  Telle where he is / or thou shalt it abye
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                                  By god / and by the hooly sacrement
                                
                                  ffor soothly / thou art oon of his assent
                                
                                  To sleen vs yonge folk / thou false theef
                                
                                  ¶ Now sires quod he / if þat ye be so leef
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                                  To fynde deeth / turne vp this croked wey
                                
                                  ffor in that groue / I lafte hym by my fey
                                
                                  Vnder a tree / and there he wole abyde
                                
                                  Noght for youre boost he wole him no thyng hyde
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                                  Se ye that ook right there ye shal hym fynde
                                
                                  God saue yow þat boghte agayn mankynde
                                
                                  And yow amende / thus seyde this olde man
                                
                                  And euerich / of thise Riotours ran
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                                  Til he cam to that tree / and ther they founde
                                
                                  Of floryns fyne of gold ycoyned rounde
                                
                                  Wel ny an .viij. busshels / as hem thoughte
                                
                                  No lenger thanne / after deeth they soughte
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                                  But ech of hem / so glad was of that sighte
                                
                                  ffor þat the floryns / been so faire and brighte
                                
                                  That doun they sette hem / by this precious hoord
                                
                                  The worste of hem / he spak the firste word

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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 384
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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