Words of the Host to the Shipman and Lady Prioress
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¶ This Marchant saugħ / ther was no remedie
And for to chide / it nere but greet folie
Sith that the thyng may nat amended be
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Now wyf he seyde / and I foryeue it thee
But by thy lyf ne be namoore so large
Keepe bet oure good / that yeue I thee in charge
Thus endeth my tale / and god vs sende
Taillynge ynougħ / vn to oure lyues ende Amen ~
¶ Heere endetħ / the Shipmannes tale ~
¶ Bihoold the murie wordes of the Hoost to the Shipman ~ and to the lady / Prioresse ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Wel seyd by corpus dominus quod oure hoost
Now longe / moote thou saille by the cost
Sir gentil maister gentil Maryneer
God yeue this Monk / a thousand last quade yeer
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A ha felawes / beth war of swich a Iape
The Monk putte / in the mannes hood an Ape
And in his wyues eek by Seint Austyn
Draweth no Monkes / moore vn to your In
¶ But now passe ouer / and lat vs seke aboute
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Who shal now / telle first of al this route
Another tale / and wt that word he sayde
As curteisly / as it had been a mayde
My lady Prioresse / by youre leue
So that I wiste / I sholde yow nat greue
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I wolde demen / that ye tellen sholde
A tale next if so were that ye wolde
Now wol ye vouche sauf my lady deere
¶ Gladly quod she / and seyde as ye shal heere