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

                                
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                                  As man þat in his dreem / is drecched soore
                                
                                  ¶ And whan that Pertelote / thus herde hym roore
                                
                                  She was agast and seyde o herte deere
                                
                                  What eyleth yow / to grone in this manere
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                                  Ye been a verray sleper / fy for shame
                                
                                  ¶ And he answerde / and seyde thus? / madame
                                
                                  I pray yow / that ye take it nat agrief
                                
                                  By god me thoughte / I was in swich meschief
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                                  Right now / þat yet myn herte is soore afright
                                
                                  Now god quod he / my sweuene recche aright
                                
                                  And kepe my body / out of foul prisoun
                                
                                  Me mette / how that I romed vp and doun
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                                  With-Inne our yeerd / wheer as I saugh a beest
                                
                                  Was lyk an hound / and wolde han maad areest
                                
                                  Vpon my body / and han had me deed
                                
                                  His colour/ was bitwixe yelow and reed
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                                  And tipped was his tayl / and bothe hise eeris
                                
                                  With blak / vnlyk the remenant of hise heeris
                                
                                  His snowte smal / with glowynge eyen tweye
                                
                                  Yet of his look. for feere almoost I deye
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                                  This caused me / my gronyng doutelees
                                
                                  ¶ Avoy quod she / fy on yow hertelees
                                
                                  Allas quod she / for by that god aboue
                                
                                  Now han ye lost myn herte and al my loue
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                                  I kan nat loue a Coward / by my feith
                                
                                  ffor certes / what so any womman seith
                                
                                  We alle desiren / if it myghte bee [folio 184a] 
                                
                                  To han housbondes / hardy wise and free
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                                  And secree / and no Nygard / ne no fool
                                
                                  Ne hym / þat is agast of euery tool
                                
                                  Ne noon auauntour / by that god aboue
                                
                                  How dorste ye seyn for shame / vn-to youre loue
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                                  That any thyng myghte make yow aferd
                                
                                  Haue ye no mannes herte / and han a berd
                                
                                  ¶ Allas and konne ye been agast of sweuenys
                                
                                  No thyng god woot / but vanitee in sweuene is

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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 508
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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