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traytour was to her ligeaunceThus endid olde donegelde with a myschaunceThe sorou that this alla nyght and dayMakith for his wyf and his child alsoThre is no tunge that it telle mayBut now wol I to Custaunce goThat fletith in

for this feste in euery wyseAs ferforth as his kunnynge may uffiseThe morow cam alla gan hym dresseAnd eke his wyf this Emperour for to meteAnd forth they riden in ioye and in gladnesseAnd when she saw her fader in

may wel fyndeMauricius lyf I bere it not in myndeThan kyng alla whan he his tyme sayWith Custaunce his holy wyf so sweteTo engelond ben they come the righte wayWhere as they liuen in ioye and in quyeteBut lityl whyle

That ther was nowhere in no regionSo excellent a lord in alle thingHe lackid nought that longed to a kyngAs of the secte of whiche he was bornHe kepte his lay to whiche he was swornAnd therto he was

othr moThat weddid be I trow that it be soFor wel I woot it fareth so be eI haue a wyf the worste that may beFor though the feend coupled to ere wereShe wolde hym ouermacche y dar wel swereWhat

of my wyf the passing cruelteWere I vnbounde also mot I theI wolde neuer efte come in the snareWe weddid men lyue in sorow and careA say who so wol and he shal fyndeThat y say soth be saint Thomas

is noman in this tounNe in ytaille coude better haue saydCrist holdith hym of this ful wel paydAnd trewly it is an high corageOf ony man that stept is in ageTo take a yong wyf for be my ader kyn

Her wyse gouernaunce & her gret gentilnesseHer wommanly beryng and her sadnesseAnd when he was on her condescendidHym thoughte his thought mighte not be amēdidFor whan he hym self concluded haddeHym thoughte euery other mannys wit so baddeThat impossible

tale of IanuaryGod blisse vs alle and his moder Mary¶Here endith the Marchan̄tis tale. And begynneth the prolog of the wyf of Bathe.EXperience though non auctoriteWere in this worlde is right ynow for meTo speke of woo that is in

though he wroot and saydeHe wolde wel euery wight were as heAl is but counsel to virginiteAnd forto be a wyf he yaf me leueOf indulgence so it be not to repreueTo wedde me yf that my make dyeWithoute excepcioun

say bothe for office and for eseOf engendernre there we god not displeseWhy shulde not ellis men in bokis setteThat man shal yelde to his wyf her detteWhere with sholde he make his payementYf he ne vsid his sely instrument

Amphioraxe at Thebes loste his lifMyn husbonde hadde a legende of his wyfEriphiden that for an ouche of goldHath priuely vnto the grekis toldWhere that her husbonde hidde him in a placeFor whiche he hadde at thebes a sri

Graunte me grace to lyue vertuouslyThan am I gentil when I begynneTo lyue vertuously and do awey synneAnd there as ye of pouerte me repreueThat high god on whom hoolly we beleueIn ful hertis pouerte chees to lede his

sette al his ententAnd so befyl that onys vp on adayThis sompnour was euer waytyng his prayForto sompne an olde wyf horribleFeynynge a cause for he wolde her bridilIt happid that he saw orn hym rydeAgay yeman vnder a frest

on euery sydeWel nygh alle other curis lete he slydeAnd eke he nolde and that was worst of alWedde no wyf for aught that mighte be falOnly that poynt his pepyl baar so soreThat flekmele on a day they to

dayOf his sponsayll as sone as euer he mayFor yet alwey many of the pepyl dreddeLest the Markis wolde no wyf weddeHe grauntid hem a day suche as hym lestOn whiche he wolde be weddid sikirlyAnd sayde he did al

I ye and sheHaue a collacion and wotist thou whyFor I wol axe yf it here wil beTo be my wyf and reule her aftir meAnd al this shal be do in thy presenceI nyl not speke out of thyn

of comparisonVnto your loue / and when this Markis sayThe constaunce of his wyf he cast a dounHis yen two and wondrid that she mayIn pacience suffir al this maner arayAnd forth he goth with drery contenaunceBut to his herte

wight can ne mayMake ony comparison it is no nayI ne helde me neuer digne in no manereTo be your wyf neyther your chamberereAnd in this hous there ye me lady madeThe high god take I for witnesAnd also wisly

they were beseyeAnd than among hem alle they seyeThat Waltir was no fool though that hym listTo chaunge his wyf for it was for the bestFor she is fairer as they demyn alleThan is Grisilde and more tendir of ageAnd

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