The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                     [6-text p 398] 
                                  
                                  Til atte last he sayde god ȝow se
                                
                                  This lord gan loke and sayde benedicite
                                
                                  What frere Iohn what maner world is þis /
                                
                                  I se wel. þat som þing is amys
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                                  Ȝe loke as þough þe woode were ful of þeuys
                                
                                  Sit doun anoon and tel me what ȝour gref is
                                
                                  And it schal ben amendit if þat I may [folio 115a] 
                                
                                  I haue quod he had a despit to day
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                                  God ȝelde ȝow a-doun in ȝoure vilage
                                
                                  That in þis world is noon so pore a page/
                                
                                  That he nold haue abhominacioun
                                
                                  Of þat I haue receyued in ȝoure toun
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                                  And ȝet ne greuith me no þing so sore
                                
                                  As þat þis elde cherl wiþ lokkes hore
                                
                                  Blasphemed haþ our holy couent eeke
                                
                                  Now maister quod þis lord I ȝow biseke
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                                  No maister sir quod he but seruitour
                                
                                  Þough I haue had in scole such honour
                                
                                  God likith not þat Raby men vs calle
                                
                                  Neither in market neyther in ȝour large halle
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                                  No fors quod he tellith me al ȝour greef
                                
                                  Þis frere sayd sire an odious meschief
                                
                                  This day bytid is to myn ordre and to me
                                
                                  And so par consequens to ech degre
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                                  Of holy chirche god amend it soone
                                
                                  Sir quod þe lord ȝe wot what is to doone
                                
                                  Distempre ȝow nought ȝe ben my confessour
                                
                                  Ȝe ben þe salt of þerþe and sauyour
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                                  For goddes loue ȝoure pacience ȝe holde
                                
                                  Tel me ȝour greef and he anoon him tolde
                                
                                  As ȝe han herd bifore ȝe wot wel what
                                
                                  The lady of þat hous ay stille sat
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                                  Til sche had herd what þe frere sayde
                                
                                  Ey goddes moodir quod she blisful mayde
                                
                                  Is þer ought elles tel me faithfully
                                
                                  Ma dame quod he how þynke ȝow þerby

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Title: The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 258
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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