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

                                
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                                  As man þat in his dreem is drecched sore /
                                
                                  And whan þat Pertelot þus herd him rore
                                
                                  Sche was agast and sayde herte deere
                                
                                  what eylith ȝow to grone in þis manere
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                                  Ȝe ben a verray sleper fy for schame
                                
                                  And he answerd and sayde þus ma dame
                                
                                  I pray ȝow þat ȝe take it nouȝt agreef
                                
                                  By god me mette I was in such meschief
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                                  Right now þat ȝit myn hert/ is sore afright
                                
                                  Now god quod he my sweuen rede aright
                                
                                  And keep my body out of foul prisoun
                                
                                  Me mette how þat I romed vp and doun
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                                  wiþinne oure ȝerd wher as I saugh a beest/
                                
                                  was lik an hound and wold haue maad arrest/
                                
                                  Vpon my body and wold han had me deed
                                
                                  His colour was bitwixe ȝolow and reed
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                                  And tipped was his tail and boþe his eeres
                                
                                  with blak/. vnlik þe remenaunt of his heres
                                
                                  His snowt was smal with glowynge yen tweye
                                
                                  Ȝet of his look/ for fer almost I deye
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                                  This caused me my gronyng douteles
                                
                                  A way quod sche. fy on ȝow herteles
                                
                                  Allas quod sche for by þat god aboue
                                
                                  Now haue ȝe lost myn hert and al my loue
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                                  I can nought loue a coward by my feith
                                
                                  For certis what so eny womman seith
                                
                                  we alle desiren if it mighte be
                                
                                  To haue housbondes hardy riche and fre
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                                  And secre and no nygard ne no fool
                                
                                  Ne him þat is agast of euery tool
                                
                                  Ne noon auaunter by þat god aboue
                                
                                  How dorst ȝe sayn for schame vnto ȝour loue [folio 239b] 
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                                  That any þing might make ȝow afferd
                                
                                  haue ȝe no mannes hert and han a berd
                                
                                  Allas and can ȝe ben agast of sweuenys
                                
                                  Nought god wot / but vanite in sweuen is

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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 562
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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