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Oure Hooste gan to swere as he were wood; | |
"Harrow!" quod he, "by nayles and by blood! | |
This was a fals cherl and a fals justice! | |
As shameful deeth as herte may devyse | |
5 | Come to thise juges and hire advocatz! |
Algate this sely mayde is slayn, allas! | |
Allas, to deere boughte she beautee! | |
Wherfore I seye al day, as men may see | |
That yiftes of Fortune and of Nature | |
10 | Been cause of deeth to many a creature. |
(Hir beautee was hir deeth, I dar wel sayn; | |
Allas, so pitously as she was slayn!) | |
Of bothe yiftes that I speke of now | |
Men han ful ofte moore harm than prow. | |
15 | But trewely, myn owene maister deere, |
This is a pitous tale for to heere. | |
But nathelees, passe over is no fors; | |
I pray to God so save thy gentil cors, | |
And eek thyne urynals and thy jurdanes, | |
20 | Thyn ypocras and eek thy galiones |
And every boyste ful of thy letuarie, | |
God blesse hem, and oure lady Seinte Marie! | |
So moot I theen, thou art a propre man, | |
And lyk a prelat, by Seint Ronyan! | |
25 | Seyde I nat wel? I kan nat speke in terme; |
But wel I woot thou doost myn herte to erme, | |
That I almoost have caught a cardyacle. | |
By corpus bones, but I have triacle, | |
Or elles a draughte of moyste and corny ale, | |
30 | Or but I heere anon a myrie tale, |
Myn herte is lost, for pitee of this mayde! | |
Thou beel amy, thou Pardoner," he sayde, | |
"Telle us som myrthe or japes right anon." |
"It shal be doon," quod he, "by Seint Ronyon; | |
35 | But first," quod he, "heere at this alestake, |
I wol bothe drynke and eten of a cake." | |
But right anon the gentils gonne to crye, | |
"Nay, lat hym telle us of no ribaudye! | |
Telle us som moral thyng that we may leere | |
40 | Som wit, and thanne wol we gladly heere!" |
"I graunte, ywis," quod he, "but I moot thynke | |
Upon som honeste thyng, while that I drynke." |
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