The Monk's Prologue
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WHan ended was my tale / of Melibee
And of Prudence / and hir benygnitee
Oure hoost seyde / as I am feithful man
And by / that precious corpus Madrian
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I hadde leuere / than a barel Ale
That goode lief my wyf / hadde herd this tale
She nys no thyng of swich pacience
As was / this Melibeus wif Prudence
By goddes bones / whan I bete my knaues
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She bryngeth me / the grete clobbed staues
And crieth / slee the dogges euerichon
And breke hem / bothe bak and euery bon
And if þt / any neighebore / of myne
Wol nat in chirche / to my wyf enclyne
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Or be so hardy / to hir to trespace
Whan she cometh / she raumpeth in my face
And crieth / false coward wrek thy wyf
By corpus bones / I wol haue thy knyf
And thow shalt haue my distaf and go spynne
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Fro day to nyght right thus she wol bigynne
Allas she seith / þt euere þt I was shape
To wedden a Milksope / or a coward Ape
That wol been ouerlad / of euery wight
Thow darst nat stonden / by thy wyues right
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This is my lif but if þt I wol fighte
And out at dore / anoon I moot me dighte
Or ellis I am but lost but if þt I
Be lyk a wilde leoū / fool hardy
I woot wel / she wol do me sle som day
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Som neighebore / and thanne go my way
For I am perilous / with knyf in honde
Al be it that I dar nat hir withstonde
For she is big in armes / by my feith
That shal he fynde / þt hir mysdooth / or seith
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But lat vs passe awey / fro this matere
¶ My lord the Monk quod he / be myrie of cheere