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

                                
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                                  And to the Chanon / he profred eftsoone
                                
                                  Body and good / ye quod the Chanon soone
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                                  Though poure I be / crafty thou shalt me fynde
                                
                                  I warne thee / yet is ther moore bihynde
                                
                                  ¶ Is ther any coper/ her Inne seyde he?
                                
                                  ¶ Ye quod the preest sire I trowe wel ther be
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                                  ¶ Elles go bye vs som / and that as swithe
                                
                                  Now good sire / go forth thy wey and hy the
                                
                                  ¶ He wente his wey / and with the coper cam
                                
                                  And this Chanon / it in hise handes nam
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                                  And of that coper / weyed out but an Ounce
                                
                                  ¶ Al to symple / is my tonge to pronounce
                                
                                  As Ministre of my wit the doublenesse
                                
                                  Of this Chanon / roote of alle cursednesse
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                                  He semed freendly / to hem / þat knewe hym noght
                                
                                  But he was feendly / bothe in herte and thoght
                                
                                  It weerieth me / to telle of his falsnesse
                                
                                  And nathelees / yet wol I it expresse
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                                  To thentente / that men may be war therby
                                
                                  And for noon oother cause trewely
                                
                                  ¶ He putte the Ounce of Coper in the Crosselet
                                
                                  And on the fir / as swithe he hath it set/
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                                  And caste In poudre / and made the preest/ to blowe
                                
                                  And in his werkyng for to stoupe lowe
                                
                                  As he dide er / and al nas but a Iape
                                
                                  Right as hym liste / the preest he made his Ape
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                                  And afterward / in the Ingot he it caste
                                
                                  And in the panne / putte it at the laste
                                
                                  Of the water / In he putte his owene hand
                                
                                  And in his sleue / as ye biforn hand
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                                  Herde me telle / hadde a siluer teyne
                                
                                  He slyly tooke it out/ this cursed heyne
                                
                                  Vnwityng this preest of his false craft
                                
                                  And in the pannes botme / he hath it laft
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                                  And in the water / rombled to and fro
                                
                                  And wonder pryuely / took vp also

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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 566
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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