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be with yow , wher ye go or ryde In age ,, if þt ye so longe abyde Agayns an old man , hoor vp on his heed And lightly as it cometh , so wol we spende No lenger

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displese , in al my lyf And be to yow , a trewe humble wyf To han me foul and old , til that I deye Chees now quod she , oon of thise thynges tweye I shal fulfille ,

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gon And worþi for to drawen in memorie That he ne seyde it was a noble storye In all þe companye nas þer ȝong ne old Whan þat þe knight had þus his tale y told The Millewardes tale ,

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With bleryng , of a proude Milleres eye If þat me list , to speke of rybaudye But ik am old , me list nat pleye for age Gras tyme is doū , my foder is now forage This white

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his entent With face sad , this tale he hath hē told He seide frendes , I am hore and old And almost god wot , oon pittis brynke Vpon my soule , somwhat must I thynke I haue my

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And auctoures shal I fynden , as I gesse Now there as ȝe seyn , þat I am foul and old Than drede ȝow nought , to ben a Cokewold For filthe and elde , also mot I the Ben

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, bere yow vn to me Bvt for ye speken , of swich gentillesse As is descended , out of old richesse That therfore , sholden ye be gentil men Swich arrogance , is nat worth an hen Looke ,

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gentillesse And Auctours , shal I fynden as I gesse NOw ther ye seye , þt I am foul and old Than drede you noght , to been a Cokewold For filthe and eelde , al so moot I thee

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hē teffect of his entente With face sad , his tale he hath hē told He seyde frendis Iam hor old And alwey god wot on myn pittis brȳke Vp on the soule sūwhat muste I thȳke I haue myn

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but al his contre merye Was for this childe and god thei thanke and hery Whan it was two yeer old and fro the brest Departed of his norice on a day This Marquys caught him eft another lest To

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The deuel quod she so fecche him or he deye And panne and al but he wol him repent Nay old stot that is nat myn entent Quod this sompnour for to repent me For any thing that I haue

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legges wele And haue an ax and som a mace of steele Ther nys no new gyse that it nys old Armed thei were as I haue yow told Euerych aftyr his oppynyoun Ther maistow seen comyng wyth palamoun Lygurge

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cote armure ouer his harnays Wyth nayles yelew and bryght as any gold He had a beres skyn colblak for old His longe heer was kembed bi hynde his bak As any rauenes fether it shoon for blak A wrethe

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and yonge flesshe wold I haue feyn Bet is quod he a pike than a pikerell And bet than an old beof is the tendre veel I wol no womman xxx ri yer of age It is but benestrawe and

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your bodyes yit to nyght Ne se ye not this honurable knyght Bi cause allas that he is blynd and old His owne man shal make him cokewold Loo where he sitte the lechour in the tre Now wol I

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That I mote be thi tormentour or dye On shames deth ther is no nother weye Wepen bothe yonge and old in al that place Whan that the kynge this cursed letter sent And Custance wyth a dedly pale face

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of drede His moder slow that many men pleynly rede For that she traitour was to hir ligeance Thus endyth old domegild wyth meschaunce The sorwe that this alla nyght and day Maketh for his wyf and for his child

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or two as old bookes trete . Of . sweryng . Gret sweryng is a thing abhominable And fals sweryng is yit more reprouable The hie god forbad sweryng at al Witnesse of Matheu but in special Of sweryng seith

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Nece quod he hit aught ynogh suffise Fyue houres for to slepe in on nyght But it were for an old palled wight As ben thise wedded men that ly and dare As in a forme sitteth a wery hare

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was ther spoke a word For merueille of this knyght , him to bihold Ful bisily thei wayten yonge and old This straunge knyght that cam thus sodeynly Al armed saue his heed ful rychely Salwyth kyng and quene and