• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

nan oþir be And syn I schal haue noon amendemēt And we han had an ylle fitte to day Oure corn is stolen soþly it is no nay That in anoþer he schal be releeued That if a man in

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

payre of tabeles of yuory His felaw had a staf typped with horn And beggeþ mele or chese or elles corn In euery hous he gan to pore and prye Wiþ scrippe and tipped staf tukked ful hye He wente

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

stree Maken so long a tale , as of the corn What sholde I tellen , of the roialtee At mariages , or which cours goth biforn Who bloweth in the trumpe , or in an horn The fruyt of

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

hand vp on hym legge That he ne swoor , he sholde anon abegge A theef he was , of corn and eek of Mele And that a sly , and vsaunt for to stele His name was hoote ,

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

a gret furneys He was a ganglere a galiardeys And that was most of sȳne harlotrye Wel coude he stele corn tolle twye And that he hadde a tabbard of good parte A whit cote a blew hod werede he

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

hise make Me lyste not of þe chaf nor of þe stre Makyn so long a tale as of þe corn What sholde I telle of the royalte At mariage or wich cours goth be forn Who blowith in a

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

the foxis taylys alle on feere For he on euery tayl hadde knyt a brond And they brende alle the corn in that lond On alle hire oliuers vinys ek A thousent men ek slow he with his hond And

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

mountenaūce of a corn of wheete That he schal his lyf a noon for leete Ya sterue he schal and that in lasse while Thā thow wylt gon a pas nat but a myle The poysoun is so strong violent

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

hȳ leye That he ne swor þt he schulde a non a beye A thef he was for sothe of corn mele And þt a sly vsaunt for to stele And his name was hotyn deynous symkyn A wif he

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

þus That ȝif a man in a poynt be a greuyd That in a noþer he schal ben releuyd Oure corn is stolī schortly it is non nay And we han had an ille fit al þis day And sȳ

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

forneys He was a Iangler and a golyardeys And þat was most of synne and harlotries Wel cowde he stele corn and tollen þries And ȝet he hadde a þombe of gold parde A whiȝt cote and blewe hood wered

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

brode vpon his pan Schuld han a wif for al þis world is lorn Religioun hath take vp al þe corn Of tredyng and we burel men ben schrympes Of feble trees þer comeþ feble ympes This makiþ þat oure

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

his make Me lust not of þe caf ne of þe stree Make so long a tale as of þe corn What schuld I telle of þe realte Of mariage , or which cours goþ biforn Who bloweth in a

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

þis world þer nys no creature That ete or dronk had of þis confecture Nought but þe mountaunce of a corn of whete That he ne schuld his lif anoon forlete , ȝe sterue he schal and þat in lasse

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

hand vpon him legge That he ne swor anon he schuld abegge , A þeef he was for soþ of corn and mele , And þat a sleigh and vsyng for to stele , His name was hoote deynous Symekyn

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

qd Iohñ þat day þat I was born Now are we dryue til heþing and to scorn Oure corn is stole men woln vs foles calle , Bathe þe wardeyn and eek our felaws alle , And namely þe myller

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Oure corn is stoln soþly it is na nay And we haue had an ylle fitt to day , And syn I sal haue nan amendemēt Agayn my los I wol haue esement , By godde sale it sal nan

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

staf y touked hye In euery hous and gan to pore and prye . And beggyd mele chese or ellis corn His felaw had a staf typped with horn A payr of tablis al of yuory And a poyntel y

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

and a blew hood wered hee And yet he hadde , a thombe of gold pardee Wel koude he stelen corn , and tollen thryes And that was moost of synne and harlotryes He was a Ianglere , a Golyardeys

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

on his pan Sholde haue a wyf for al the world is lorn Religion , hath take vp al the corn Of tredyng and we borel men been shrympes Of feble trees , ther comen wrecched ympes This maketh ,