The Prioress' Tale
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This anteme verraily in my mynde deynge
As ȝe haue herd and when þat I hadde songe
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Me þougħt sche leyde a greyn vpon my tonge /
¶ Wherfore I synge and synge moot certein
In honour of þe blisful martir fre
Til of my tonge of taken is þe greyn
And after þat sayde sche þus to me
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My litel childe now wol I fecche þe
Whan þat þy grein is fro þy tonge y take
Be nougħt a gast I wol þe nougħt forsake
¶ Þis holy monk þis abbot him mene I
His tunge out caugħt and took awey þe greyn
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And he ȝaf vp þe gost ful softely
And when þis abbot hadde þis wonder seyn
His salte teeres stryked doun as reyn
And gruff he fell al plat vnto þe grounde
And stille he lay as he hadde ben y bounde /
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¶ Þe couent eek lay vppon þe pauyment
Wepyng and herying cristes moder deere
And after þat þay ryse and for ben went
And toke awey þis martir fro his bere /
And in a tombe of marbiƚƚ stones clere
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Enclosen þey his litel body swete
Ther he is now god leue vs for to mete
¶ O ȝonge hewe of lincolle slayn also
Wiþ cursed Iewes as it is notable
For it nys but a litel while ago
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Preye eek for vs we synful folk vnstable
That of his mercy god so merciable
On vs his grete mercy multiplye
For reuerence of his mooder marie Amen