• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

slepe Til sche out of hir masednesse abrayde Grisilde Ï he by god þat for vs deyed þou art my wyf ne non oþer I haue Ne neuer hadde so god my soule saue This is þy dought er which

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

an annueler That þer Inne dwelled hadde many a ȝeer Which was so plesaūt and so êuisable , Vnto þe wyf wher he was at þe table That sche wolde suffre him no þing for to pay For bord nor

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

wist I what ȝe mente But now Aurely I knowe ȝoure entente By þilke god þat ȝaf me soule and lyf Ne schal I neuer be vntrewe wyf In word ne in werk as fer as I haue wit ,

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

such folye out of ȝour herte glyde What deynte schulde man haue by his lijf For to loue anoþer mannes wyf That haþ hir body whan so þat him likeþ Aurelius fulofte sore sikeþ Wo was aurely whan þat he

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

self fals oþer lese my name And wiþ my deþ I may be quyte ywys Haþ þer nouȝt many a wyf er þis And many a mayden y slayn hem self allas Raþir þan wiþ here bodyes don trespas And

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

to alcebiades His loue þat for to deyen chees þan for to suffren his body vnbreyde be Lo which a wyf was Alcestem Ï sche What Emore of good Penolope Al Grece knoweþ of hir chastite Pardee of leodomia is

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Ï sche god help me so as wis This is to meche and it were goddes wille ȝe wyf Ï he let slepe þat is stille It may be wel ȝit peraduenture to say ȝe schullen ȝour trouþe holden by

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

ȝou neuer repreue Of no biheste and here I take my leue , As of þe trewest and þe beste wyf þat euer ȝit I knew in al my lyf But euery wight be war of hire byheste On Dorigen

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

be þat day Was whilom wyf of kyng Cappaneus I wrecche which þat weepe and weile þus Helpe vs lord sith it is in þy might We haue be waytinge al þis fourte night Here in þis temple of the

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

loue þou blisful lady deere This is þeffect and ende of my preyere þough þat arcite wynne hir to his wyf , þat arcite me þurgh þe herte bere Than rekke I nat whan I haue lost my lyf Than

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

so wel Kan he hem þank . nay god woot neuer a deel Why gruccheþ heere his cosyn and his wyf That goode Arcite of Chiuallerie þe flour Departed is wiþ duete and with honour Out of þis foule prisoū

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

many on But I seye nought þerfore pat þou art oon And seyde leeue broþer Osewold , Who has no wyf he is no Cokewold Thou maist ynough of oþer þinges sain This dronken meller spak ful soone agayn The

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

ben schrimpes Of feeble trees þer comeþ wrecched ympes This makeþ þat oure heires ben so sclendre Schulde haue a wyf for al þis world is lorn Allas why werest þou so wyd a Cope God ȝif me sorwe and

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

þat I schal sayn Hir for to plese and don hire reuerence Now hadde þis Phebus in his hous a wyf And night and day dyd euer his diligence Which þat he loued more þan his owne lyf Ne couþe

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

othir þan þis If it so be þey werke boþe amys If of hire body dishoneste sche be Betwix a wyf þat is of heih degre Ther is no difference trewely I am a boystous man right þus say I

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

no wijf I holde him schent Mariage is a ful gret sacrament Wel lenger þan þe luste to endur A wyf wil laste and in þin hous endure But drede nought if pleynly speke I schall þat passen as a

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

and ȝong fleissh þat wolde I han ful fayn Sche schal nouȝt passe xvj ȝer certayn I wol non old wyf haue in no manere , But oþing warne I ȝou my frendes deere þan I and wher me luste

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

wijf wiþ gret deuocioun If he may not chaste be by his lijf For whiche causes men schulde take a wyf þat wot nomore of hit þen wot my page In straunge hande and þus I telle ȝou all I

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

in cloþes blake , For neuer his deþ ne in his lyf Ne wolde he þat sche were loue ne wyf That som man boþe hire and him hadde slayn Leste þat his wijf schulde falle in som folye So

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

is enclosed al aboute Come forþ my white spouse out of doute þou hast me wounded in mȳ herte O wyf No spotte in þe nas in al þy lyf The wynter is gon with all his reynes weete Com