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This false chanon cam upon a day |
470 | Unto this preestes chambre, wher he lay, |
| Bisechynge hym to lene hym a certeyn |
| Of gold, and he wolde quite it hym ageyn. |
| "Leene me a marc," quod he, "but dayes three, |
| And at my day I wol it quiten thee. |
475 | And if so be that thow me fynde fals, |
| Another day do hange me by the hals!" |
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This canon false, he came, upon a day |
470 | Into the chaplain's chamber, where he lay, |
| Beseeching him to lend him a certain |
| Amount in gold, the which he'd pay again. |
| "Lend me a mark," said he, "for three days, say, |
| And when that time's done, I will it repay. |
475 | And if you find me false, I shall not reck |
| If, on a day, you hang me by the neck!" |
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