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Pagina 120
... shal telle the firste tale . As ever mote I drinke wyn or ale , Who - so be rebel to my jugement 69 Shal paye for al that by the weye is spent . Now draweth cut , er that we ferrer twinne ; He which that hath the shortest shal biginne ...
... shal telle the firste tale . As ever mote I drinke wyn or ale , Who - so be rebel to my jugement 69 Shal paye for al that by the weye is spent . Now draweth cut , er that we ferrer twinne ; He which that hath the shortest shal biginne ...
Pagina 157
... shal we doon , what shal we to him seye ? " " Shal it be conseil ? " seyde the firste shrewe , 90 " And I shal tellen thee , in wordes fewe , What we shal doon , and bringe it wel aboute . " " I graunte , " quod that other , " out of ...
... shal we doon , what shal we to him seye ? " " Shal it be conseil ? " seyde the firste shrewe , 90 " And I shal tellen thee , in wordes fewe , What we shal doon , and bringe it wel aboute . " " I graunte , " quod that other , " out of ...
Pagina 161
... shal ; Werk wel thy - self , that other folk canst rede ; And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no drede.30 Tempest 31 thee noght al croked to redresse , In trust of hir 32 that turneth as a bal : Gret reste stant 33 in litel besinesse ...
... shal ; Werk wel thy - self , that other folk canst rede ; And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no drede.30 Tempest 31 thee noght al croked to redresse , In trust of hir 32 that turneth as a bal : Gret reste stant 33 in litel besinesse ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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