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

                                
                                     [6-text p 171] 
                                  
                                  Fyue houres for to slepe a night
                                
                                  But it were for eny old palled wight
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                                  As ben þese weddid men þat lye and dare
                                
                                  As in a forme liþ a wery hare
                                
                                  were al forstraught with houndes gret and smale
                                
                                  But dere nece why be ȝe so pale /
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                                  I trowe certis þat oure goode man
                                
                                  hath on ȝow laborid sith þe night bygan
                                
                                  That ȝow were nede to resten hastiliche
                                
                                  And with þat word he lowgh ful meriliche
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                                  And of his owne þought he was al reed
                                
                                  This faire wyf bygan to schake hir heed
                                
                                  And sayde þus ȝe god wot al quod sche /
                                
                                  Nay cosyn myn it stant not so wiþ me
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                                  For by þat god þat ȝaf me soule and lif
                                
                                  In al þe reme of Fraunce is þer no wif
                                
                                  That lasse lust haþ to þat sory play
                                
                                  For I may synge / allas and waylaway
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                                  That I was born but to no wight quod sche
                                
                                  Dar I not telle how it stont wiþ me
                                
                                  Wherfor I þink out of þis lond to wende
                                
                                  Or elles of my self to make an ende
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                                  So ful am I of drede and eek of care
                                
                                  This monk bygan vpon þis wif to stare
                                
                                  And sayd allas my nece god forbede [folio 196a] 
                                
                                  That ȝe for eny sorw or eny drede /
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                                  Fordo ȝour self but telleþ me ȝour greef
                                
                                  Parauenture I may in ȝoure mescheef
                                
                                  Councel or help and þerfor telleþ me
                                
                                  Al ȝour annoy for it schal be secre
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                                  For on my portos I make an oth
                                
                                  That neuer in my lif for lief ne loþ
                                
                                  Schal I of no counseil ȝou bywray
                                
                                  The same aȝein quod sche to ȝow I say
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                                  By god and by þis portos wil I swere
                                
                                  Though men me wolde al in peces tere

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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 448
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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