• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

a Cheuesaunce For he was bounden in a reconysaunce And telleþ hire þat chaffare is so deere And wiþ his wyf he makeþ feste and chere To seint Denys he gan for to repayre This marchaunt whan þat ended was

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

If eny dettour haþ in myn absence , Telle me alway er þat I fro þe go I pray þe wyf ne do no more so I þoughte nought to axe of him no þing But naþeles by god and

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

there his dwellyng was Hoom with his wyf , he gooth to his contree And whan he was , in this prosperitee To which , that lawe of loue , accordeth to His lady certes , and his wyf also

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Ne clepe ne crie , but ben in his prayere For it is , goddis , owen heste dere Thy wyf and thow , mot hange fer a twynne For that betwixe ȝow , shal be no synne No more

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

she was bisy in his halle Grisilde quod he , as it were in his pley How liketh thee my wyf , and hir beautee ; Right wel quod she my lord , for in good fey A fairer saugh

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

entente That neuere yet refuseden thyn heeste And we wol lord , if that ye wole assente Chese yow a wyf , in short tyme atte leeste Born of the gentilleste , and of the meeste Of al this land

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Lat me allone , in chesynge of my wyf That charge , vp on my bak , I wole endure But I yow preye , and charge vp on youre lyf What wyf that I take , ye me assure

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Markys , in his herte longeth so To tempte his wyf hir sadnesse for to knowe That he ne myghte , out of his herte throwe This merueillous desir his wyf tassaye Nedelees god woot , he thoghte , hir

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

stake They wol nat of that firste purpos slake Right so this Markys , fulliche hath purposed To tempte his wyf , as he was first disposed He waiteth , if by word , or contenance That she to hym

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

of the parisshe faste And many a louely look , on hem he caste And namely , on this Carpenteris wyf To looke on hir , hym thoughte a myrie lyf She was so propre , and sweete and likerous

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Senatours wyf , hir Aunte was But for al that she knew hir neuer the moore I wol no lenger , tarien in this cas But to kyng Alla , which I spak of yoore That wepeth for his wyf

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

This markis in his herte longith soo To tepete his wyf hire sadnesse for to knowe That he ne myȝte out of his herte throwe This meruelious desyr his wyf tasayee Nedles god wot he thouȝte hyre for taffraye He

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

body herte al For sythe I ȝaf to ȝow myn maydȳhede And am ȝoure trewe wyf it is no drede God schilde swich a lordis wyf to take A nothir man to husbōde or to make And of ȝoure newe

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

of nycherates wyf That for swich cas berafte hire self hyre lyf How trowe ȝe ek was Althebiades Hyre loue al rathere for to deyen chees Than for to sufferyn hyse body onburyede be Loo which a wyf was Alceste

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

wyf he seyde heere nys but thow .I. That art the creatour that I best loue For by that lord that sit in heuene a boue Leuere I hadde to deyin on a knyf Than ȝow offendȳ trewe deere

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

þrowe This marquys in his herte longith so Tempte his wyf . hir sadnesse for to knowe That he ne might out of his herte þrowe This meruaylous desir his wyf tassaye Now god wot he þought hir to affraye

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

lust also , And god by thanked al fel for þe best Sche schewed wel for no worldly vnrest A wyf as of hir self no þing ne scholde Wylne in effect . but as hir housbond wolde The sclaunder

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

I ȝou preye For I wol telle a legende and a lyf Bothe of a Carpent er and of his wyf How pat þe clerk haþ set þe wriȝtes cappe , The reue answered and seyde stynt þi clappe ,

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

And certeinly as soth as god is king To take a wyf . is a glorious þing And namely whan a man is old and hoor Than is a wyf þe fruyt of his tresor Than schuld he take a

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

I bounde Wel may his herte in ioye and blisse abounde , For who can be so buxom as a wyf , Who is so trewe and eek so ententyf To kepe him seek and hool as is his make