The Canterbury Tales of Geoffrey Chaucer: A New Text with Illustrative Notes, Volume 26Percy Society, 1851 |
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Page 62 - Lo, swich it is for to be recchelees And necligent, and truste on flaterye. But ye that holden this tale a folye, As of a fox, or of a cok and hen, Taketh the moralite, goode men.
Page 42 - O herte dere, What eyleth yow, to grone in this manere? Ye been a verray sleper, fy for shame!' And he answerde and seyde thus, 'madame, I pray yow, that ye take it nat a-grief: By god, me mette...
Page 48 - And certes, in the same book I rede, Right in the nexte chapitre after this, (I gabbe nat, so have I joye or blis...
Page 62 - And as he spak that word, al sodeinly This cok brak from his mouth deliverly, And heighe up-on a tree he fleigh anon. And whan the fox saugh that he was y-gon, 'Alias!' quod he, 'O Chauntecleer, alias! I have to yow...
Page 60 - Ha, ha, the fox!" and after him they ran, And eek with staves many another man; Ran Colle our dogge, and Talbot, and...
Page 52 - And with that word he fley doun fro the beem, For it was day, and eek his hennes alle; And with a chuk he gan hem for to calle, For he had founde a corn, lay in the yerd.
Page 43 - fy on yow, herteleesl Alias!' quod she, 'for, by that god above, Now han ye lost myn herte and al my love; I can nat love a coward, by my feith.
Page 59 - Why woldestow suffre him on thy day to dye? O Gaufred, dere mayster soverayn, That, whan thy worthy king Richard was slayn With shot, compleynedest his deth so sore, Why ne hadde I now thy sentence...
Page 61 - Lo, how fortune turneth sodeinly The hope and pryde eek of hir enemy ! This cok, that lay upon the foxes bak, In al his drede, un-to the fox he spak, And seyde, ' sire, if that I were as ye, Yet...
Page 40 - N'apoplexye shente nat hir heed; No wyn ne drank she, neither whyt ne reed; Hir bord was served most with whyt and blak, Milk and broun breed, in which she fond no lak, Seynd bacoun, and somtyme an ey or tweye, For she was as it were a maner deye.