The Physician's Tale
Folio 184v
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That þou nere oute of my remembraunce
O doughter which . þat art my laste wo
And in þis lif my laste ioye also
O gemme of chastite in pacience
Tak þou þy deth for þis is my sentence
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For loue and not for hate þou most be deed
My pitous hond mot smyten of þin heed
Allas þat euer apius þe say
Thus haþ he falsly iugged þe to day
And told hir al þe caas as ȝe bifore /
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Han herd . it nedeþ nougħt to telle it more
Mercy deere fader quod þis mayde /
And with þat word sche boþe hir armes layde /
Aboute his nekke as sche was wont to doo /
The teeres brast out of hir eyȝen tuo
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And sayde goode fader schal I dye /
Is ther no grace is þer no remedye /
No certeyn deere doughter myn quod he /
Than ȝeue me leue fader myn quod sche /
My deþ for to compleyne a litel space /
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For par dy Ieffa ȝaf his douȝter grace
For to compleyne er he hir slough allas
And god it woot no þing was hir trespas
But þat sche ran hir fader first / to se
To welcome him with gret solempnite
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And with þat word a swoun sche fel anoon
And after whan hir swownyng was agoon
Sche riseþ vp and to hir fader sayde /
Blessed be god þat I schal deye a mayde /
Ȝeue me my deth er þat I haue a schame /
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Do with ȝour child ȝour wille a goddes name
And with þat word sche prayed him ful ofte
That wiþ his swerd he schulde smyte hir softe
And wiþ þat word on swoune doū sche fel
Hir fader with ful sorwful hert and fel
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Hir heed of smoot and by þe top it hente
And to þe Iuge bigan it to persente
As he sat in his doom in concistory