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"Wel," quod this Januarie, "and hastow ysayd? |
| 355 | Straw for thy Senek, and for thy proverbes! |
| I counte nat a panyer ful of herbes |
| Of scole-termes. Wyser men than thow, |
| As thou hast herd, assenteden right now |
| To my purpos. Placebo, what sey ye?" |
| 360 | "I seye it is a cursed man," quod he, |
| "That letteth matrimoigne, sikerly." |
| And with that word they rysen sodeynly, |
| And been assented fully that he sholde |
| Be wedded whanne hym liste, and where he wolde. |
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| "Well?" asked this January, "And have you said? |
| 355 | A straw for Seneca and your proverbs! |
| I value not a basketful of herbs |
| Your schoolmen's terms; for wiser men than you, |
| As you have heard, assent and bid me do |
| My purpose now. Placebo, what say ye?" |
| 360 | "I say it is a wicked man," said he, |
| "That hinders matrimony, certainly." |
| And with that word they rose up, suddenly, |
| Having assented fully that he should |
| Be married when he pleased and where he would. |
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