The Manciple's Tale
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What neded it he drank ynow biforn
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And whan he had poupid in this horn
To the Maunciple he took the grounde agayn
And of that drynke the Cook was wonder fayn
And thanked him in swich wise as he koude
Thanne gan our hoost to laughen wonder loude
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And seide I se wel it is necessarie
Where that we goon good drynke we wt vs carie
For that wol turne rancour and desese
Tacorde and loue and many a wrong appese
¶ O Bacus I blessed be thi name
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That so canst turnen ernest in to game
Worship and thank be to thi dietee
Of that mater ye gete no more for me .
Telle on thi tale maunciple I the preye
Wel syr quod he now herkeneth what I seye
Here endeth the prologe of the Maunciple
Here bigynneth the Maunciples tale of the crowe
Whanne phebus dwelled here in this Erthe adoun
As olde bookes maken mencioun
He was the moost lusty bachilere
In al this world and eek the best archere
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He slowe Phitoun the serpent as he lay
Slepyng agayn the sonne vpon a day
And many a noble worthi dede
He with his bowe wroghte as men may rede
¶ Pleyen he koude on euery mynstraucye
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And syngen that it was a melodye
To heren of his cleer vois the soun
Certes the kyng of thebes amphioun
That with his syngyng walled the Citee
Koude neuer syngen half so wel as he
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Therto he was the semeliest man
That is or was sith that the world bigan
What nedeth it his fetures to descryue
For in this worlde was noon so faire on lyue
He was ther with fulfilled of gentilesse
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Of honour and of parfit worthinesse
¶ This phebus that was flour of bachelrye
As wel in fredom as in Chyualrye