The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                     [6-text p 495] 
                                  
                                  As him god woot ne neuere schal no mo
                                
                                  This laste lengere þan a yer or tuo
                                
                                  ¶ That I supposed of him no þing but good
                                
                                  But fynally þus atte laste it stood
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                                  That fortune wolde þat he moste twynne
                                
                                  Out of þat place which þat I was Inne
                                
                                  Wher me was wo it is no question
                                
                                  I kan not make of it discripcion
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                                  ffor o þing dar I telle boldely
                                
                                  I knowe what is þe peyne of deþ þer by
                                
                                  Such harm I felte for he ne mighte beleue [folio 98a] 
                                
                                  So on a day of me he tok his leue /
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                                  So sorwfully eek I wende verrayly
                                
                                  That he hadde feeled as moche harm as I
                                
                                  Whan þat I herde him speke and sawe his hewe /
                                
                                  But naþeles I þoughte he was so trewe/
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                                  And eek þat he repaire scholde agayn
                                
                                  Wiþinne a litel while soþ to sayn
                                
                                  And reson wolde eek þat he moste go
                                
                                  ffor his honour as ofte happeþ so
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                                  That I made vertu of necessite /
                                
                                  & took it wel syn þat it / moste be
                                
                                  As I best mighte I hidde from him my sorwe
                                
                                  And took him by þe hond seint Iohn to borwe
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                                  And seyde þus lo I am youres al
                                
                                  Beþ swich as I haue be to yow and schal
                                
                                  What he answerde it needeþ nat reherse
                                
                                  Who can seyn bet þan he who can do werse
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                                  Whan he haþ al wel seyd þan haþ he doon
                                
                                  Therfore byhoueþ him a wel long spoon
                                
                                  That schal eten wiþ a feend þus herde I seye /
                                
                                  So atte laste he moot forþ his weye
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                                  And forth he fleþ til he com þer him leste
                                
                                  Whan it com him to purpos for to reste /
                                
                                  I trowe he hadde þilke text in mynde / [¶ Reditui suo singula gaudent/.] 
                                
                                  That alle þing repeyryng to his kynde /

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Title: The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 210
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1868-[1869]

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