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A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also,
That unto logike hadde long ygo.
As lene was his hors as is a rake,
And he was not right fat I undertake;
But looked holwe, and thereto soberly.
Ful thredbare was his overest courtepy,
For he hadde geten him yet no benefice,
He was nought worldly to have an office.
For him was lever han, at his beddes hed,
Twenty bokes clothed in black or red,
Of Aristotle and his philosophie,
Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie:
But all be that he was a philosophre,
Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre;
But all that he might of his frendes hente,1
On bokes and on lerning he it spente;
And besily gan for the soules praie

Of hem that yave him wherwith to scolaie.
Of studie toke he most cure and hede.
Not a word spake he more than was nede;
And that was said in forme and reverence,
And short and quike, and full of high sentence:
Souning in moral vertue was his speche;
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. *
A Frankelein was in this compagnie;
White was his berd as is the dayesie.
Of his complexion he was sanguin.
Wel loved he by the morwe2 a sop in win.
To liven in delit was ever his wone.3
For he was Epicures owen sone,
That held opinion, that plein delit
Was veraily felicite parfite.

An housholder, and that a grete was he;
Saint Julian he was in his contree.

His brede, his ale, was alway after on;
A letter envyned man was no wher non.
Wirhouten bake mete never was his hous,
Ofish and flesh, and that so plenteous,
It stewed in his hous of mete and drinke,
Of alle deintees that men coud of thinke.
After the sondry sesons of the yere,
So changed he his mete and his soupere.
Isi Luany a fat partrich hadde he in mewe;
And many a breme, and many a luce, in stewe.
Wo was his coke but if his sauce were
Peinant and sharpe, and redy all his gere.
His table, dormant in his halle, alway
Etode redy covered alle the longe day.

At sessions ther was he lord and sire;
Ful often time he was knight of the shire.
An anelaces and a gipciere all of silk
Heng at his girdel, white as morwe milk.
A shereve hadde he ben and a countour.
Was no wher swiche a worthy vavasour.7
An Haberdasher, and a Carpenter,
A Webbe, a Deyer, and a Tapiser,
Were alie yclothed in of livere
Of a solempne and grete fraternite.
Ful freshe and newe hir gere ypiked was;
Hir knives were ychaped not with bras,
But all with silver wrought full clene and wel,
Hir girdeles and hir pouches, every del.
Wel sermed eche of hem a fayre burgeis,
To sitten in a gild halle, on the deis.
Everich, for the wisdom that he can,
Was shapelich for to ben an alderman.
For catel hadden they ynough, and rent.
And, ske, hir wives wolde it wel assent,
And elles certainly they were to blame,
It is full fayre to ben ycleped Madame-
And for to gon to vigiles all before,
And have a mantel reallich ybore.

*

A good Wif was ther of beside Bathe;
But she was som del defe, and that was scathe.
Of cloth making she hadde swiche an haunt,
She passed hem of Ipres, and of Gaunt.
In all the parish, wif ne was ther non
That to the offring before hire shulde gon-
And if ther did, certain so wroth was she,
That she was out of alle charitee.
Hire coverchiefs weren ful fine of ground,
(I dorste swere they weyeden a pound),
That on the Sonday were upon hire hede:
Hire hosen weren of fine scarlet rede,
Ful streite yteyed, and shoon ful moist and newe
Bold was hire face, and fayre and rede of hew.
She was a worthy woman all hire live :
Housbondes, at the chirche dore, had she had five,
Withouten other compagnie in youthe,
But thereof nedeth not to speke as nouthe.
And thries hadde she ben at Jerusaleme;
She had passed many a strange streme :
At Rome she hadde ben, and at Boloigne,
In Galice at Seint James, and at Coloine:
She coude moche of wandring by the way,
Gat-tothed was she, sothly for to say.
Upon an ambler esily she sat,
Ywimpled wel; and on hire hede an hat
As brode as is a bokeler, or a targe;
A fore-mantel about hire hippes large;
And on hire fete a pair of sporres sharpe.
In felawship, wel coude she laughe and carpe
Of remedies of love she knew perchance;
For, of that arte, she coude the olde dance.

Ther was also a Reve and a Millere,
A Sompnour, and a Pardoner also,
A Manciple, and myself; ther n'ere no mo.

The Miller was a stout carl for the nones,
Ful bigge he was of braun, and eke of bones;
That proved wel; for over all ther he came,
At wrastling he wold bere away the ram.
He was short shuldered, brode, a thikke gnarre,
Ther n'as no dore, that he n'olde heve of barre,
Or breke it at a renning with his hede.
His berd as any sowe or fox was rede,
And therto brode, as though it were a spade:
Upon the cop right of his nose he hade
A wert, and theron stode a tufte of heres,
Rede as the bristles of a sowes eres :
His nose-thirles blacke were and wide.
A swerd and bokeler bare he by his side.
His mouth as wide was as a forneis:
He was a jangler, and a goliardeis,2
And that was most of sinne and harlotries.
Wel coude he stelen corne and tollen thries.
And yet he had a thomb of gold parde.
A white cote and a blew hode wered he.
A baggepipe wel coude he blowe and soune,
And therwithall he brought us out of toune.

The Reve was a slendre colerike man;
His berd was shave as neighe as ever he can :
His here was by his eres round yshorne;
His top was docked like a preest beforne:
Ful longe were his legges, and ful lene,
Ylike a staff, ther was no calf ysene.
Wel coude he kepe a garner and a binne;
Ther was non auditour coude on him winne.
Wel wiste he, by the drought and by the rain,
The yelding of his seed and of his grain.
His lordes shepe, his nete, and his deirie,
His swine, his hors, his store, and his pultrie,
Were holly in this Reves governing;
And by his covenant yave he rekening,
Sin that his lord were twenty yere of age;
Ther coude no man bring him in arerage.

1 Obtain.

• Fized.

* Landlord

• Morning.

• Dagger.

One.

3 Wont, custom.
6 Purse.

1 A knot in a tree.
4 Dairy.

2 A man of jollity.

a Cattle.

Ther n'as bailif, ne herde, ne other hine,
That he ne knew his sleight and his covine: 1
They were adradde of him as of the deth.
His wonning was ful fayre upon an heth;
With greene trees yshadewed was his place.
He coude better than his lord pourchace:
Ful riche he was ystored privily.
His lord wel coude he plesen, subtilly
To yeve and lene him of his owen good,
And have a thank, and yet a cote and hood.
In youth he lerned hadde a good mistere ;
He was a wel good wright, a carpentere.
The Reve sate upon a right good stot
That was all pomelee grey, and highte Scot.
A long surcote of perse upon he hade,
And by his side he bare a rusty blade.
Of Norfolk was this Reve of which I tell,
Beside a toun men clepen Baldeswell.
Tucked he was, as is a frere, aboute;
And ever he rode the hinderest of the route.

A Sompnour was ther with us in that place,
That hadde a fire-red cherubinnes face,
With scalled browes blake, and pilled berd:
Of his visage children were sore aferd.
Ther n'as quicksilver, litarge, ne brimston,
Boras, ceruse, ne oile of tartre non,
Ne ointement, that wolde clense or bite,
That him might helpen of his whelkes white,
Ne of the knobbes sitting on his chekes.
Wel loved he garlike, onions, and lekes,
And for to drinke strong win as rede as blood;
Than wold he speke and crie as he were wood;
And when that he wel dronken had the win,
Than wold he speken no word but Latin.
A fewe termes coude he, two or three,
That he had lerned out of som decree;
No wonder is, he herd it all the day:
And eke ye knowen wel how that a jay
Can clepen watte as well as can the pope:
But who so wolde in other thing him grope-
Than hadde he spent all his philosophie;
Ay Questio quid juris? wolde he crie.

He was a gentil harlot, and a kind;
A better felaw shulde a man not find.
And if he found o where a good felawe,
He wolde techen him, to have non awe,
In swiche a cas, of the archedekenes curse :
But if a mannes soule were in his purse,
For in his purse he shulde ypunished be.
Purse is the archedekenes hell, said he.
But, wel I wote, he lied right in dede:
Of cursing ought eche gilty man him drede;
For curse wol sle, right as assoiling saveth,
And also ware him of a significavit.

Ir danger hadde he, at his owen gise,
The yonge girles of the diocise;
And knew hir conseil and was of hir rede.
A girlond hadde he sette upon his hede,
As gret as it were for an alestake;3
A bokeler hadde he made him of a cake.

With him there rode a gentil Pardonere
Of Rouncevall, his frend and his compere,
That streit was comen from the court of Rome,
Ful loude he sang Come hither, love! to me:
This Sompnour bare to him a stiff burdoun,
Was never trompe of half so gret a soun.
This Pardoner had here as yelwe as wax,
Ful smothe it heng, as doth a strike of flax:
By unces heng his lokkes that he hadde,
And therwith he his shulders overspradde:
Ful thinne it lay, by culpons on and on.
But hode, for jolite, ne wered he non,
For it was trussed up in his wallet.
Him thought he rode al of the newe get;

Dishevele, sauf his cappe, he rode all bare.
Swiche glaring eyen hadde he as an hare.
A verniclel hadde he sewed upon his cappe.
His wallet lay beforne him, in his lappe,
Bret-ful of pardon come from Rome al hote.
A vois he hadde, as smale as hath a gote:
No berd hadde he, ne never non shulde have;
As smothe it was as it were newe shave.

But of his craft, fro Berwike unto Ware,
Ne was ther swiche an other Pardonere;
For in his male he hadde a pilwebere,
Which, as he saide, was our Ladies veil:
He saide he hadde a gobbet of the seyl
Thatte Seint Peter had, whan that he went
Upon the see till Jesu Crist him hent:
He had a crois of laton ful of stones;
And in a glas he hadde pigges bones.
But with these relikes, whanne that he fond
A poure persone dwelling upon lond,
Upon a day he gat him more moneie
Than that the persone gat in monethes tweie;
And thus with fained flattering and japes,
He made the persone, and the peple, his apes.

But trewely to tellen atte last,.
He was in chirche a noble ecclesiast;
Wel coude he rede a lesson or a storie,
But alderbest 3 he sang an offertorie;
For wel he wiste, whan that song was songe,
He muste preche and wel afile his tonge,
To winne silver, as he right wel coude;
Therfore he sang the merier and loude.

[Description of a Poor Country Widow.]

A poore widow, somedeal stoop'n in age, Was whilom dwelling in a narwé cottage Beside a grove standing in a dale. This widow, which I tell you of my Tale, Since thilke day that she was last a wife, In patience led a full simple life, For little was her cattle and her rent; By husbandry of such as God her sent, She found herself and eke her daughters two. Three large sowes had she, and no mo, Three kine, and eke a sheep that highte5 Mall : Full sooty was her bower and eke her hall, In which she ate many a slender meal; Of poignant sauce ne knew she never a deal; 6 No dainty morsel passed through her throat; Her diet was accordant to her cote :7 Repletion ne made her never sick ; Attemper diet was all her physic, And exercise, and heartes suffisance: The goute let her nothing for to dance, Ne apoplexy shente 10 not her head; No wine ne drank she neither white nor red; Her board was served most with white and black, Milk and brown bread, in which she found no lack, Seindell bacon, and sometime an egg or tway, For she was as it were a manner dey.12

[The Death of Arcite.]

Swelleth the breast of Arcite, and the sore Encreaseth at his hearte more and more. The clottered blood for any leche-craft13 Corrupteth, and is in his bouk14 ylaft, That neither veine-blood ne ventousing, 15 Ne drink of herbes may be his helping.

1 Secret contrivances.
The sign of an alehouse.

1 A copy of the miraculous handkerchief.
2 Trunk.
3 Best of all.
Thrift, economy. 5 Called.

6 Not a bit.

8 Temperate. 9 Prevented. 10 Injured.

7 Cot, cottaga
11 Singed.

2 Give and lend
Fashion.

12 Mr Tyrwhitt supposes the word 'dey' to refer to the management of a dairy; and that it originally signified a hind. • Manner dey' may therefore be interpreted a species of hired, or day-labourer.' 13 Medical skill. 14 Body. 15 VERtousing (Fr.)-cupping; hence the term 'breathing a vein."

The virtue expulsive or animal,
From thilke virtue cleped1 natural,
Ne may the venom voiden ne expell;
The pipes of his lunges 'gan to swell,
And every lacert in his breast adown
Is shent with venom and corruption.
He gaineth neither, for to get his life,
Vomit upward ne downward laxative:
All is to-bursten thilke region;
Nature hath now no domination:

And certainly where nature will not werche,5
Farewell physic; go bear the man to church.
This is all and some, that Arcite muste die;
For which he sendeth after Emily,
And Palamon, that was his cousin dear;
Then said he thus, as ye shall after hear:

Nought may the woful spirit in mine heart
Declare one point of all my sorrows' smart
To you my lady, that I love most,
But I bequeath the service of my ghost
To you aboven every creature,

Since that my life ne may no longer dure.

Alas the woe! alas the paines strong, That I for you have suffered, and so long! Alas the death! alas mine Emily!

Alas departing of our company!

Alas mine hearte's queen! alas my wife !
Mine hearte's lady, ender of my life !

What is this world what asken men to have?
Now with his love, now in his colde grave-
Alone-withouten any company.

Farewell my sweet-farewell mine Emily !
And softe take me in your armes tway
For love of God, and hearkeneth what I say.
'I have here with my cousin Palamon
Had strife and rancour many a day agone
For love of you, and for my jealousy;
And Jupiter so wis my soule gie,7
To speaken of a servant properly,
With alle circumstances truely;

That is to say, truth, honour, and knighthead,
Wisdom, humbless, estate, and high kindred,
Freedom, and all that 'longeth to that art,
So Jupiter have of my soule part,

As in this world right now ne know I none
So worthy to be loved as Palamon,

That serveth you, and will do all his life;

And if that ever ye shall be a wife,

Forget not Palamon, the gentle man.'

And with that word his speeche fail began ;
For from his feet up to his breast was come
The cold of death that had him overnome;8
And yet, moreover, in his armes two,
The vital strength is lost and all ago ;9
Only the intellect, withouten more,
That dwelled in his hearte sick and sore,
Can fallen when the hearte felte death;
Dasked his eyen two, and fail'd his breath :
Bet on his lady yet cast he his eye;
Ha laste word was, 'Mercy, Emily !"

[Departure of Custance.]

[Custance is banished from her husband, Alla, king of Northumberland, in consequence of the treachery of the king's mother. Her behaviour in embarking at sea, in a rudderless shup, is thus described.]

Weepen both young and old in all that place

When that the king this cursed letter sent:
And Custance with a deadly pale face

The fourthe day toward the ship she went;

But natheless to she tak'th in good intent

The will of Christ, and kneeling on the strond,
She saide, Lord, aye welcome be thy sond.1
'He that me kepte from the false blame,

While I was in the land amonges you,
He can me keep from harm and eke from shame
In the salt sea, although I see not how:
As strong as ever he was, he is yet now:
In him trust I, and in his mother dear,
That is to me my sail and eke my steer.2

Her little child lay weeping in her arm;
And kneeling piteously, to him she said-
'Peace, little son, I will do thee no harm:"
With that her kerchief off her head she braid,
And over his little eyen she it laid,
And in her arm she lulleth it full fast,
And into th' heaven her eyen up she cast.

'Mother, quod she, and maiden bright, Mary !
Soth is, that through womannes eggement,4
Mankind was lorn, and damned aye to die,
For which thy child was on a cross yrent
Thy blissful eyen saw all his torment;
Then is there no comparison between
Thy woe and any woe man may sustain.

Thou saw'st thy child yslain before thine eyen,

And yet now liveth my little child parfay :7
Now, lady bright! to whom all woful crien,
Thou glory of womanhood, thou faire May!
Thou haven of refute, bright star of day!
Rue on my child, that of thy gentleness
Ruest on every rueful in distress.

'O little child, alas! what is thy guilt,
That never wroughtest sin as yet, pardíe?
Why will thine harde father have thee spilt ? 10
O mercy, deare Constable! (quod she)
As let my little child dwell here with thee;
And if thou dar'st not saven him from blame,
So kiss him ones in his father's name.'

Therewith she looketh backward to the land,
And saide, 'Farewell, husband rutheless!' 11
And up she rose, and walketh down the strand
Toward the ship; her followeth all the press : 12
And ever she prayeth her child to hold his peace,
And tak'th her leave, and with a holy' intent
She blesseth her, and into the ship she went.
Victailled was the ship, it is no drede, 13

Abundantly for her a full long space;
And other necessaries that should need
She had enow, heried14 be Goddes grace:
For wind and weather, Almighty God purchase, 18
And bring her home, I can no better say,
But in the sea she driveth forth her way.

[The Pardoner's Tale.]

In Flanders whilom was a company
Of youngé folk that haunteden follý,
As hazard, riot, stewés, and taverns,
Whereas with harpés, lutés, and gitterns, 16
They dance and play at dice both day and night,
And eat also and drinken o'er their might,
Through which they do the devil sacrifice,
Within the devil's temple', in cursed wise,
By superfluity abominable.

Their oathes been so great and so damnable
That it is grisly17 for to hear them swear.
Our blissful Lordés body they to-tear;
Them thought the Jewés rent him not enough,
And each of them at other's sinné laugh.
And right anon in comen tombesteres 18
Fetis19 and small, and youngé fruitesteres, 20

Called.

1 Message.

5 Undone.

• Have pity.

18 Doubt.

16 Guitars.

• Guide, helm.

8 Took.

Incitement.

6 Torn.

7 By my faith.

8 Refuga

11 Pitiless.

iz Crowd

10 Destroyed.

14 Praised.

17 Dreadful.

• Muscle.

8 Ruined, destroyed.

He is able for.

& Work.

6 Surely.

7 Guide.

Overtaken.

• Agone.

10 Nevertheless.

19 Well made, neat.

15 Procure, provide.

18 Female dancers.

20 Female fruitseller

Singers with harpés, baudés,1 waferers,2
Which be the very devil's officers,
To kindle and blow the fire of 'luxury,'
That is annexéd unto gluttony.
The holy writ take I to my witness
That luxury' is in wine and drunkenness.
O! wist a man how many maladies
Followen of excesse and of gluttonies,
He wouldé be the moré measuráble
Of his diete, sitting at his table.
Alas! the shorté throat, the tender mouth,
Maketh that east and west, and north and south,
In earth, in air, in water, men to swink3
To get a glutton dainty meat and drink.

A 'likerous' thing is wine, and drunkenness

Is full of striving and of wretchedness.
O drunken man! disfigur'd is thy face,

Sour is thy breath, foul art thou to embrace;
And through thy drunken nose seemeth the soun
As though thou saidést aye Sampsoun! Sampsoun!
And yet, Got wot, Sampsoun drunk ne'er no wine:
Thou fallest as it were a stickéd swine;

Thy tongue is lost, and all thine honest cure,4

For drunkenness is very sépulture

Of mannés wit and his discretión.

In whom that drink hath dominatión

He can no counsel keep, it is no drede.5

Now keep you from the white and from the rede,6
And namely from the white wine of Lepe,7
That is to sell in Fish Street and in Cheap.
This wine of Spain creepeth subtlely
In other winés growing fasté by,

Of which there riseth such fumosity, 8

That when a man hath drunken draughtés three,
And weeneth that he be at home in Cheap,
He is in Spain, right at the town of Lepe,
Not at the Rochelle, or at Bordeaux town,
And thenné will he say Sampsoun! Sampsoun!

And now that I have spoke of gluttony,
Now will I you defenden1o hazardry.11
Hazard is very mother of léasings,
And of deceits and cursed forswearings,
Blaspheming of Christ, manslaughter', and waste also
Of cattle, and of time; and furthermo
It is reproof, and contrary' of honour
For to be held a common hazardour,
And ever the higher he is of estate
The more he is holden desolate.
If that a princé useth hazardry,
In allé governance and policy
He is, as by common opinión,
Yhold the less in reputatión.

Now will I speak of oathés false and great
A word or two, as oldé bookés treat.
Great swearing is a thing abominable,
And false swearing is yet more reprovable.
The highe God forbade swearing at all,
Witness on Mathew; but in special
Of swearing saith the holy Jeremie,
Thou shalt swear soth12 thine oathés and not lie,
And swear in doom, 13 and eke in righteousness,
But idle swearing is a cursedness.

These riotourés three of which I tell,
Long erst14 ere primé rung of any bell,
Were set them in a tavern for to drink,
And as they sat they heard a bellé clink
Before a corpse was carried to his grave;
That one of them 'gan callen to his knave;15
Go bet,'16 quod he, 'and aské readily

What corpse is this that passeth here forth by,

Mirthful, joyous. Seller want onkos. • Labour. 7 A place in Spain.

And look that thou report his name well.'
'Sir,' quod this boy, 'it needeth never a deal;
It was me told ere ye came here two hours;
He was pardé an old fellaw of yours,
And suddenly he was yslain to-night,
Fordrunk as he sat on his bench upright;
There came a privy thief men clepen Death,
That in this country all the people slay'th,
And with his spear he smote his heart atwo,
And went his way withouten wordés mo.
He hath a thousand slain this pestilence;
And, master, ere ye come in his presénce,
Me thinketh that it were full necessary
For to beware of such an adversary:

Be ready for to meet him evermore;

Thus taughté me my dame; I say no more."

،

By Sainté Mary,' said this tavernere,

'The child saith soth, for he hath slain this year, Hence over a mile, within a great villáge,

Both man and woman, child, and hind and page;
I trow his habitatión be there:

To be aviséd3 great wisdóm it were
Ere that he did a man a dishonour.'

'Yea, Goddés armés!' quod this rioter,
'Is it such peril with him for to meet ?
I shall him seek by stile and eke by street,
I make a vow by Goddés dignét bones.
Hearkeneth, fellaws, we three been allé ones
Let each of us hold up his hand to other,
And each of us becomen other's brother,
And we will slay this falsé traitour Death:
He shall be slain, he that so many slay'th,
By Goddés dignity, ere it be night.'

Together have these three their truthés plight.
To live and dien each of them for other,
As though he were his owen boren brother.
And up they start all drunken in this rage,
And forth they gone towardés that villáge
Of which the taverner had spoke beforen,
And many a grisly7 oath then have they sworn,
And Christés blessed body they to-rent,8
'Death shall be dead, if that we may him hent.

When they had gone not fully half a mile,
Right as they would have trodden o'er a stile,
An old man and a pooré with them met:
This oldé man full meekely them gret, 10
And saidé thus: 'Now, Lordés, God you see !'11

The proudest of these riotourés three
Answer'd again: 'What? churl, with sorry grace,
Why art thou all forwrapped save thy face?
Why livest thou so long in so great age?'

This oldé man 'gan look in his visage,
And saidé thus: 'For I ne cannot find
A man, though that I walked into Ind,
Neither in city nor in no village,
That wouldé change his youthé for mine age;
And therefore must I have mine agé still
As longé time as it is Goddés will.
Ne Death, alas! ne will not have my life:
Thus walk I, like a restéless caitiff, 12
And on the ground, which is my mother's gate,
I knocké with my staff early and late,
And say to her, "Level3 mother, let me in.
Lo, how I vanish, flesh, and blood, and skin.
Alas! when shall my bonés be at rest?
Mother, with you would I change my chest,
That in my chamber longé time hath be,
Yea, for an hairy clout to wrap in me."
But yet to me she will not do that grace,
For which full pale and welked1+ is my face.

▲ Care.

8 Fumes from drinking.

10 Forbid.

14 Before

5 Fear

hmiketh, imagineth.

11 Gaming.

15 Servant lad.

19 True. 18 Judgment.
16 Better go.

6 Born.

1 Not a whit.

Truth.

Watchfut, prepared

• Worthy.

All one, or, in unity.

7 Fearful.

Defaced.

9 Catch.

10 Greeted.

11 That is, God preserve you in his sight."
12 Wretch.

18 Dear.

14 Wrinkled 13 Immediately.

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But, Sirs, to you it is no courtesy
To speak unto an old man villainy,
But he trespass in word or else in deed.
In holy writ ye may yourselven read;

Against an old man, hoar upon his hede,
Ye should arise:" therefore I give you rede2
Ne do'th unto an old man none harm now,
No more than that ye would a man did you
Ir. age, if that ye may so long abide;
And God be with you whe'r3 ye go or ride:
I roust go thither as I have to go.'

Nay, oldé churl, by God thou shalt not so,'
Salde this other hazardour anon;
*Theu partest not so lightly, by Saint John.
Taon spake right now of thilke traitour Death,
Tat in this country all our friendés slay'th;
Have here my truth, as thou art his espy,
Ted where he is, or thou shalt it aby,6
by Gel and by the holy sacrament,
For sothly thou art one of his assent
To slay us youngé folk, thou false thief.'
*Nos, sirs, quod he, 'if it be you so lief 7
finden Death, turn up this crooked way;

tor in that grove I left him, by my fay,
Ger a tree, and there he will abide,
Nr for your beast he will him nothing hide.
eye that oak I right there ye shall him find.
God save you that bought again mankind,
A you amend! Thus said this oldé man.
Arel excreach of these riotourés ran

Til tacy came to the tree, and there they found
Ofisins fine of gold ycoinéd round
Will righ an eighté bushels, as them thought;
Neuger then after Death they sought,
Fut each of them so glad was of the sight,
For that the ficrins been so fair and bright,
Thut down they set them by the precious hoard:
The worst of them he spake the firsté word.

*Brethren, quod he, 'take keep what I shall say; My wit is great, though that I bourdes and play. tressure hath Fortune unto us given,

In mirth and jollity our life to liven,
An Hightly as it com'th so will we spend,
Ly! G ddés precious dignity! who ween'd9

-lay that we should have so fair a grace?
3 a might this gold be carried from this place
ize to my house, or ellés unto yours,
Is well I wot that all this gold is ours)
ente were we in high felicity;
Pin traély by day it may not be ;-

Yer wouiden say that we were thievés strong,
A for our owen treasure done us hong.10

s treasure must ycarried be by night
ely and as slyly as it might;
Vacrare I redoll that cut12 among us all
We Chaw, and let see where the cut will fall;
Ar ke that hath the cut, with hearté blithe,
sarannen to the town, and that full swith, 13
And feirgus bread and wine full privily;
A two of us shall keepen subtlely

treasure well; and if he will not tarrien, When it is night we will this treasure carrien Dyne assert where as us thinketh best."

Tat cre of them the cut brought in his fist,
Ard tale them draw, and look where it would

And it fell on the youngest of them all;
A forth toward the town he went anon:
A. al so soon as that he was agone,
That one of them spake thus unto that other;
Fabru wottest well thou art my sworen brother,

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Thy profit will I tell thee ngat anon.
Thou wott'st well that our fellow is agone;
And here is gold, and that full great plentý,
That shall departed be among us three;
But nathéless, if I can shape it so
That it departed were among us two,
Had I not done a friendés turn to thee??

That other answer'd: 'I n'ot1 how that may be : He wot well that the gold is with us tway. What shall we do? what shall we to him say?? "Shall it be counsel?" said the firsté shrew,2 'And I shall tellen thee in wordés few What shall we do, and bring it well about.' 'I granté, quod that other, 'out of doubt, That by my truth I will thee not betray.'

'Now,' quod the first, 'thou wott'st well we be tway
And tway of us shall stronger be than one.
Look, when that he is set, thou right anon
Arise, as though thou wouldest with him play,
And I shall rive him through the sides tway:
While that thou strugglest with him as in games
And with thy dagger look thou do the same;
And then shall all this gold departed be,
My dearé friend! betwixen thee and me;
Then may we both our lustés all fulfil,
And play at dice right at our owen will.'
And thus accorded been these shrewés tway
To slay the third, as ye have heard ine say.

This youngest, which that wenté to the town,
Full oft in heart he rolleth up and down
The beauty of these florins new and bright.
O Lord!' quod he, 'if so were, that I might
Have all this treasure to myself alone,
There is no man that liv'th under the throne
Of God that shouldé live so merry' as I.'
And at the last, the fiend, our enemy,
Put in his thought that he should poison buy
With which he mighté slay his fellows tway:
For why? the fiend found him in such living,
That he had leve3 to sorrow him to bring;
For this was utterly his full intent,
To slay them both and never to repent.
And forth he go'th, no longer would he tarry,
Into the town unto a 'pothecary,

And prayed him that he him wouldé sell
Some poison, that he might his ratouns quell;
And eke there was a polecat in his haw
That, as he said, his capons had yslaw;6
And fain he would him wreaken if he might,
Of vermin that destroyed them by night.

The 'pothecary answer'd: 'Thou shalt have
A thing, as wislys God my soulé save,
In all this world there n'is no creáture
That eat or drunk hath of this cónfecture
Not but the mountance of a corn of wheat,
That he ne shall his life anon forlet, 10
Yea, starvell he shall, and that in lesse while
Than thou wilt go a pace not but a mile;
This poison is so strong and violent.'

This cursed man hath in his hand yhent12
This poison in a box, and swith13 he ran
Into the nexté street unto a man,
And borrowed of him largé bottles three,
And in the two the poison pouréd he;
The third he kepté cleané for his drink,
For all the night he shope him for to swink
In carrying of the gold out of that place.

And when this rioter with sorry gracelă
Hath filled with wine his greaté bottles three,
To his fellows again repaireth he.

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Suffer for. 7 Pleasant.

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10 Give over. 11 Die.

12 Taken,

10 Have us hanged. 13 Quickly.

7 Revenge hìnîslf if he could

14 Labour, work. 12 Evil or misfortune

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