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From The Merchant's Tale, lines 1108-1125:
Maia leads January to the tree with hidden Damian and asks her husband January for some fruit
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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Merchant's Tale
lines 1126-1141: As January is unable to climb, Maia climbs in the tree and Damian doesn't wait a second


       "Allas," quod he, "that I ne had heer a knave
That koude clymbe! Allas, Allas," quod he,
For I am blynd!" "Ye, sire, no fors," quod she;
But wolde ye vouche sauf, for Goddes sake,
1130The pyrie inwith youre armes for to take,
For wel I woot that ye mystruste me,
Thanne sholde I clymbe wel ynogh," quod she,
"So I my foot myghte sette ypon youre bak."
       "Certes," quod he, "theron shal be no lak,
1135Mighte I yow helpen with myn herte blood."
He stoupeth doun, and on his bak she stood,
And caughte hire by a twiste, and up she gooth -
Ladyes, I prey yow that ye be nat wrooth;
I kan nat glose, I am a rude man -
1140And sodeynly anon this Damyan
Gan pullen up the smok, and in he throng.
       "Alas!" said he, "that I had here a knave
That could climb up, alas, alas!" said he,
"That I am blind." "Yea, sir, no odds," said she,
"If you'd but grant me, and for God's dear sake,
1130That this pear-tree within your arms you'd take
For well I know that you do not trust me,
Then I could climb up well enough," said she,
"So I my foot might set upon your back."
       "Surely," said he, "thereof should be no lack,
1135Might I so help you with my own heart's blood."
So he stooped down, and on his back she stood,
And gave herself a twist and up went she.
Ladies, I pray you be not wroth with me;
I cannot gloze, I'm an uncultured man.
1140For of a sudden this said Damian
Pulled up her smock and thrust both deep and long.




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January's power of vision is restored and he rages by what he sees
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