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| | In a somer seson , whanne softe was the sonne |
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| | I shop me in-to a shroud , as I a shep were;
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| | In abite as an ermyte, unholy of werkis ,
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| | I wente wyde in this world , wondris to here . |
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| 5 | | But on a May morwenyng on Malverne hilles |
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| | Me befel a ferly, of fairie me thoughte. |
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| | I was wery for-wandrit and wente me to reste |
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| | Undir a brood bank be a bourne side ; |
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| | And as I lay and lenide and lokide on the watris , |
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| 10 | | I slomeride in a slepyng, it swighede so merye. |
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| | Thanne gan I mete a merveillous swevene , |
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| | That I was in a wildernesse , wiste I nevere where; |
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| | Ac as I beheld in-to the est , on heigh to the sonne ,
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| | I saigh a tour on a toft , trighely i-makid ;
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| 15 | | A depe dale benethe , a dungeoun there inne ,
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| | With depe dikes and derke, and dredful of sight . |
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| | A fair feld ful of folk fand I there betwene ,
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| | Of alle maner of men, the mene and the riche, |
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| | Worching and wandringe , as the world askith .
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| 20 | | Summe putte hem to the plough , and pleighede ful selde, |
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| | In settyng and sowyng swonke ful harde |
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| | That many of thise wastores with glotonye destroigheth .
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| | And summe putte hem to pride, aparailide hem there aftir , |
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| | In cuntenaunce of clothing comen disgisid .
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| 25 | | In preyores and penaunce putten hem manye , |
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| | Al for love of oure Lord lyvede ful streite , |
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| | In hope for to have hevene-riche blisse , |
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| | As ancris and ermytes that holden hem in here sellis ,
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| | Coveite not in cuntre to cairen aboute, |
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| 30 | | For no likerous liflode here likam to plese. |
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| | And somme chosen chaffare, thei cheven the betere ,
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| | As it semith to oure sight that suche men thriven . |
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| | And somme merthis to make, as mynstrales conne ,
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| | And gete gold with here gle, synneles, I trowe. |
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| 35 | | Ac japeris and jangleris , Judas children , |
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| | Founden hem fantasies and foolis hem make , |
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| | And have wyt at wille to wirche yif hem liste . |
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| | That Poule prechith of hem I dar not preve it here:
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| | Qui loquitur turpiloquium is Lucferis hyne.
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| 40 | | Bidderis and beggeris faste aboute yede, |
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| | Til here belyes and here bagges were bretful ycrammid ; |
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| | Fayteden for here foode, foughten at the ale;
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| | In glotonye , God wot, go thei to bedde, |
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| | And risen up with ribaudie , tho roberdis knaves ;
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| 45 | | Slepe and sleuthe sewith hem evere. |
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| | Pilgrimes and palmeris plighten hem togidere
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| | For to seke Seint Jame and seintes at Rome;
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| | Wenten forth in here wey with many wise talis , |
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| | And hadde leve to leighe al here lif aftir . |
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| 50 | | Ermytes on an hep with hokide staves |
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| | Wenten to Walsyngham, and here wenchis aftir .
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| | Grete lobies and longe, that loth were to swynke, |
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| | Clothide hem in copis to be knowen from othere;
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| | Shopen hem ermytes, here ese to have. |
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| 55 | |
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| | I fond there freris , alle the foure ordris ,
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| | Prechinge the peple for profit of here wombe , |
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| | Gloside the gospel as hem good likide ,
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| 60 | | For coveitise of copis construide it as thei wolde. |
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| | Manye of thise maistris mowe clothe hem at lyking , |
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| | For here mony and here marchaundise meten togidere . |
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| | Sith charite hath ben chapman, and chief to shryve lordis,
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| | Manye ferlis han fallen in a few yeris ; |
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| 65 | | But holy chirche and hy holden bet togidere , |
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| | The moste meschief on molde is mountyng up faste. |
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| | There prechide a pardoner, as he a prest were,
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| | Broughte forth a bulle with bisshopis selis ,
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| | And seide that hym self mighte assoile hem alle
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| 70 | | Of falsnesse of fastyng and of vowes broken .
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| | Lewide men levide hym wel, and likide his speche, |
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| | Comen up knelynge to kissen his bulle ; |
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| | He bunchide hem with his brevet, and bleride here eighe ,
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| | And raughte with his rageman ryngis and brochis . |
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| 75 | | Thus ye yeven youre gold glotonis to helpe , |
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| | And levith it loselis that leccherie haunten!
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| | But were the bisshop yblissid and worth bothe hise eris ,
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| | His sel shulde not be sent to disseyve the peple. |
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| | It is not al be the bisshop that the boy prechith ;
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| 80 | | But the parissh prest and the pardoner parte the silver
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| | That the pore peple of the parissh shulde have thei ne were. |
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| | Parsonis and parissh prestis pleynide hem to here bisshop , |
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| | That here parissh were pore siththe the pestilence tyme,
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| | To have a licence and leve at Lundoun to dwelle,
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| 85 | | To synge there for symonye, for silver is swete.
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| | There houide an hundrit in houvis of silk , |
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| | Serjauntis , it semide , that servide at the barre;
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| | Pleden for penis and poundis the lawe,
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| | And nought for love of oure Lord unlose here lippes ones. |
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| 90 | | Thou mightest betere mete the myst on Malverne hilles |
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| | Thanne gete a mom of here til mony were shewid . |
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| | I saugh bisshopis bolde and bacheleris of devyn
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| | Become clerkis of acountis , the king for to serve ; |
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| | Archideknes and denis , that dignite haven
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| 95 | | To preche the peple and pore men to fede, |
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| | Ben lopen to Lundoun , be leve of hire bisshopis , |
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| | And ben clerkis of the kinges bench, the cuntre to shende . |
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| | Barouns and burgeis , and bondemen also , |
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| | I saugh in that semble , as ye shuln here aftir , |
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| 100 | | Baxteris and bocheris , and breusteris manye ,
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| | Wollene websteris , and weveris of lynen , |
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| | Taillores and tokkeris , and tolleris bothe, |
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| | Masonis and mynours , and manye othere craftis , |
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| | As dikeris and delveris , that doth here dede ille , |
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| 105 | | And driveth forth the longe day with "Dieu save , dame Emme ."
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| | Cookis and here knaves crieth , "Hote pyes, hote! |
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| | Goode gees and gris , gowe dyne, gowe !"
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| | Taverners to hem tolde the same, |
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| | With white wyn of Osay , and wyn of Gascoyne,
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| 110 | | Of the Ryn and of the Rochel, the rost to defie . |
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| | Al this I saugh slepyng , and sevene sithes more. |