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The Canterbury Tales
Geoffery Chaucer

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MilT 3265 A brooch she baar upon hir lowe coler,
MilT 3266 As brood as is the boos of a bokeler.
MilT 3267 Hir shoes were laced on hir legges hye.
MilT 3268 She was a prymerole, a piggesnye,
MilT 3269 For any lord to leggen in his bedde,
MilT 3270 Or yet for any good yeman to wedde.
MilT 3271 Now, sire, and eft, sire, so bifel the cas
MilT 3272 That on a day this hende Nicholas
MilT 3273 Fil with this yonge wyf to rage and pleye,
MilT 3274 Whil that hir housbonde was at Oseneye,
MilT 3275 As clerkes ben ful subtile and ful queynte;
MilT 3276 And prively he caughte hire by the queynte,
MilT 3277 And seyde, "Ywis, but if ich have my wille,
MilT 3278 For deerne love of thee, lemman, I spille."
MilT 3279 And heeld hire harde by the haunchebones,
MilT 3280 And seyde, "Lemman, love me al atones,
MilT 3281 Or I wol dyen, also God me save!"
MilT 3282 And she sproong as a colt dooth in the trave,
MilT 3283 And with hir heed she wryed faste awey,
MilT 3284 And seyde, "I wol nat kisse thee, by my fey!
MilT 3285 Why, lat be!" quod she. "Lat be, Nicholas,
MilT 3286 Or I wol crie `out, harrow' and `allas'!
MilT 3287 Do wey youre handes, for youre curteisye!"
MilT 3288 This Nicholas gan mercy for to crye,
MilT 3289 And spak so faire, and profred him so faste,
MilT 3290 That she hir love hym graunted atte laste,
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