• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

also And in the gardyns , walketh to and fro And hath his thynges seyd , ful curteisly This goode wyf , cam walkyng priuely In to the gardyn , ther he walketh softe And hym salueth , as she

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

nat bigonne Yet hadde I leuere , wedde no wyf to yeere What sholde I bye it , on my flessh so deere I was aboute , to wedde a wyf allas Ye been a noble Prechour in this cas

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

if a sely wyf be oon of tho That ye may likne , youre proables to Been ther , noone othere resemblaunces Yrekened is , for oon of thise myschaunces Yet perchestow , and seist an hateful wyf O leeue

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

han daunted me fro drynke For she drank wyn , . though I hadde been his wyf That with a staf , birafte his wyf hir lyf Metellyus , the foule cherl the swyn Whan I hadde dronke , a

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

wyf , go roule aboute Where he comandeth , and forbedeth faste That ilke prouerbe , of Ecclesiaste And thanne wolde he , vp on his Bible seke With outen his wityng he forsook hir eke That for his

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

that word , vp stirte that olde wyf But seyden , he was worthy han his lyf Ne wydwe , that contraryed that he sayde In al the Court ne was ther wyf ne mayde Dooth as yow list I

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Cartage , byrafte hire selue hire lif What shal I seyn , of hasterubales wyf Than be defouled , as it thynketh me Wel ought I wyf , rather my seluen slee To ben defouled , with mānes foule delit

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

nat in chirche , to my wyf enclyne Or be so hardy , to hire to trespace Whan she cometh hom , she raumpeth in my face And crieth fals coward , wreke thy wyf By corpus bones , I

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

And whan he wold pay , his wyues dette In somer sesoū , thider wold he go And May his wyf , and no wyght but they two And thynges , which , that were nat don a bedde He

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

myght gete , his wyf to shipe Hym had be leuere , I dar wel vndertake At thilk tyme , than alle hise wetheres blake That she had had , a shipe hire self a lone And þerfore wost þè

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

this man , and she wyl come a noon Ey Maister welcome be ȝe , be Seynt Iohn Seide this wyf , how fare ȝe hertily The frere a riseth vp , ful curteisly And hire embraceth , in his

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

foul cherl , the swyn That with a staf , by reft his wyf hishirhisr lif For she drank wyn , though I had ben his wyf He shulde nat han daunted , me fro drynke And after wyn ,

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

his wyf , go royle a boute Than wold he sey right thus , wt oute doute Who so that bildeth his hous , al of salwes And priketh his blynd hors , ouer the falwes And suffreth his wyf

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

defouled , with mannes foul delit Wel oghte a wyf , rather hir seluen slee Than be defouled , as it thynketh me What shal I seyn , of hasdrubales wyf That at Cartage , birafte hir self hir lyf

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Thou hast me broght , to my confusioū Allas that I was wroght , why nere I deed O deere wyf o gemme of lustiheed That were to me , so sad , and eek so trewe Now listow deed

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

where me best were to allyen But o thyng warne I yow , my freendes deere I wol noon oold wyf han , in no manere She shal nat passe , twenty yeer certayn Oold fissh and yong , flessh

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

trewely , it is an heigh corage Of any man , that stapen is in age To take a yong wyf by my fader kyn Your herte hangeth , on a ioly pyn Dooth now in this matiere , right

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

the ferther syde Pluto , that is kyng of Fairye And many a lady , in his compaignye Folwynge his wyf , the queene Proserpyne Ech after oother , right as a lyne Whil þt she gadered , floures in

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

shal it neuere telle To child ne wyf , by hym that harwed helle NOw Iohn quod Nicholas , I wol nat lye I haue yfounde , in myn Astrologye As I haue looked , in the moone bright That

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

I thanke yow , by god and by Seint Iame But nathelees , I took vn to oure dame Your wyf , at hom , the same gold ageyn Vpon your bench , she woot it wel certeyn By certeyn