English Masterpieces, Volume 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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Page 141
... anon , " cok , cok , " and up he sterte , As man that was affrayed in his herte . For naturelly a beest desyreth flee Fro his contrarie , if he may it see , Though he never erst 59 had seyn it with his yë . This Chauntecleer , whan he ...
... anon , " cok , cok , " and up he sterte , As man that was affrayed in his herte . For naturelly a beest desyreth flee Fro his contrarie , if he may it see , Though he never erst 59 had seyn it with his yë . This Chauntecleer , whan he ...
Page 158
... anon forlete ; 98 Ye , sterve 99 he shal , and that in lasse whyle Than thou wolt goon a paas 1 nat but a myle ; This poyson is so strong and violent . " This cursed man hath in his hond y - hent2 This poyson in a box , and sith he ran ...
... anon forlete ; 98 Ye , sterve 99 he shal , and that in lasse whyle Than thou wolt goon a paas 1 nat but a myle ; This poyson is so strong and violent . " This cursed man hath in his hond y - hent2 This poyson in a box , and sith he ran ...
Page 160
... anon , And thou shalt kisse the reliks everichon , Ye , for a grote ! unbokel anon thy purs . ' " Nay , nay , " quod he , " than have I Cristes curs ! Lat be , " quod he , " it shal nat be , so thee'ch ! " 14 • " " This pardoner ...
... anon , And thou shalt kisse the reliks everichon , Ye , for a grote ! unbokel anon thy purs . ' " Nay , nay , " quod he , " than have I Cristes curs ! Lat be , " quod he , " it shal nat be , so thee'ch ! " 14 • " " This pardoner ...
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