The Merchant's Tale
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And ryght anon thus seyde he to his quene
¶ My wif quod he ther may no wight sey nay
The experience so preueth euery day
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The tresons which that womman doth to man
Ten hundred thousand tellen I can
Notable of your vntrouth and brotelnesse
O Salamon wisest and richest of richesse
Fulfild of sapience and of worldly glorie
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Ful worthi ben thi wordes to drawen in memorie
To euery wight that wit and resoun can
Thus preiseth he yit the bounte of that man
¶ Amonges a thousand men yit founde I. oon
But of womman alle found I noon
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¶ Thus seith the kyng that knouth your wykkednesse
And Iħus filius Syrak as I gesse
Ne speke of yow but seelde reuerence
A wild fir and corrupte pestilence
So falle vpon your bodyes yit to nyght
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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 graunte of my maieste
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Vnto this olde blynde worthi knyght
That he shal haue ayen his eyen sight
Whan that his wif wold doon him vileyny
Than shal he knowen al hir harlotrye
Both in repreef of hir and other mo
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¶ Ye shal quod proserpyne . and wol ye so
Now bi my modres syr soule I swere
That I shal euen hir sufficiant answere
And al wommen aftyr for hir sake
That thogh thei ben in any gilte I take
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Wyth face bold thei shul hemself excuse
And bere hem doun that wold hem accuse
For lakke of answer noon of hem shal dyen
Al had a man seyn it wyth his eyen
Yit shal we wommen visagen it hardily