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"Sire Nonnes Preest," oure Hooste seide anoon, | |
"I-blessed be thy breche, and every stoon! | |
This was a murie tale of Chauntecleer. | |
But by my trouthe, if thou were seculer, | |
685 | Thou woldest ben a trede-foul aright. |
For if thou have corage as thou hast myght, | |
Thee were nede of hennes, as I wene, | |
Ya, moo than seven tymes seventene. | |
See, whiche braunes hath this gentil preest, | |
690 | So gret a nekke, and swich a large breest! |
He loketh as a sperhauk with his yen; | |
Him nedeth nat his colour for to dyen | |
With brasile, ne with greyn of Portyngale. | |
Now, sire, faire falle yow for youre tale!" | |
695 | And after that he, with ful merie chere, |
Seide unto another, as ye shuln heere. |
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