• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

His lady certes , and his wyf also The which , þt lawe of loue acordeth to And whan he was , in this prosperitee Hoom wt his wyf , he gooth to his contree Nat fer fro Pedmark ,

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

and heere I take my leue As of the treweste , and the beste wyf That euere yet I knew in al my lyf But euery wyf be war of hir biheeste On Dorigene , remembreth , atte leeste Thus

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

I preye For I wol telle , a legende and a lyf Bothe of a Carpenter , and of his wyf How that a clerk , hath set the wrightes cappe The Reue answerde , and seyde stynt thy clappe

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

hadde leuere , than a barel ale That good lief my wyf , hadde herd this tale She nys no thyng , of swich pacience As was this Melibeus wyf Prudence By goddes bones , whan I bete my knaues

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

on thy bed , thy wyf , I saugh hym swy et cetera What wol ye moore , the Crowe anon hym tolde By sadde tokenes , and by wordes bolde How þt his wyf had doon hir lecherye Hym

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

han as greet a grace , as Noe hadde Thy wyf shal I wel sauen , out of doute Go now thy wey , and speed thee heer aboute But whan thou hast for hir and thee and me Ygeten

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

, ful curteisly This goode wyf cam walkynge pryuely In to the gardyn , ther he walketh softe And hym saleweth , as she hath doon ofte A mayde child , cam in hir compaignye Which as hir list she

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

I am a wyf it sit nat me To tellen no wight , of oure priuetee Neither a bedde , ne in noon oother place God shilde , I sholde it tellen for his grace A wyf , ne shal

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

pleyde Til atte laste , this Marchant seyde By god quod he , I am alitel wrooth With yow my wyf , al though it were me looth And woot ye why , by god as þt I gesse That

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

in this cas I was aboute , to wedde a wyf allas What sholde I bye it on my flessh so deere Yet hadde I leuere , wedde no wyf to yeere Abyde quod she , my tale is nat

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

in þe morwe And alday aftyr hydde hȳ as an houle So wo was hȳ his wyf lokede so foule Gret was þe wo þe knyȝt hadde in his thouȝt Whā he was wyth his wyf in bedde I brouȝt

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

owne heest dere Thi wyf and thow mote hang fer a twynne For that bitwix yow shal be no synne No moore in lokyng than ther shal in dede This ordinaunce is seyde so god the spede To Morwe at

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

The senatours wyf hir aunt was But for al that she knew hir neuer the moore I wol no lenger taryen in this cas But to kyng alla which I spak of yoore That wepeth for his wyf and syketh

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

That is his wyf and priuely he sighte And sped him fro the table that he myght Parfay thought he fantom is myn hed I oght deme of skylful Iuggement That in the salt see my wyf is deed And

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

lady and his loue His lady certes and his wyf also The whiche þat lawe of loue acordeþ þer to And whan he was in þis prosperite Home wiþ his wyf he goþ to his cuntre Nouȝt fer fro pedmark

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

, To ben defouled wiþ mannes foul delyt Wel aught a wyf raþer hirself to sle , þan ben defouled as þenkeþ me þat schal I sayn of hasdrubaldes wyf That at kartage byraft hir self hir lyf For whan

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

þat is bitwexe hem tway þat haþ a wyf certes I can nouȝt say How might a man han any aduersite Nouȝt but on herte in wele and in distresse A wyf ; A seinte mary bñdicite þey mosten needes

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

þennes þat sche wente My wyf by see as wel as he hir sente What wot I if þat crist haþ hider sent And aftirward he made his argument That in þe salte see my wyf is deed I oughte

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Fraunce is þer no wyf For by þat god þat ȝaff me soule and lyf Nay cosyn myn it stant nouȝt so wiþ me , And sayde þus ȝe god wot al Ï sche This fayre wyf gan to schake

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

A wyf ne schal nat seyn of hire housband God schilde I scholde telle it for his grace Neyþer a bedde ne in non oþer place To telle no wight of oure pryuyte But siþenes I am a wyf it