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Lordinges , ' quod he , now herkneth for che beste ; 790 But tak it not , I prey yow , in desdeyn ; This is the poynt , to speken short and pleyn , That ech of yow , to shorte with your weye , In this viage , shal telle tales tweye ...
Lordinges , ' quod he , now herkneth for che beste ; 790 But tak it not , I prey yow , in desdeyn ; This is the poynt , to speken short and pleyn , That ech of yow , to shorte with your weye , In this viage , shal telle tales tweye ...
Sivu 38
And for - thy I yow putte in this degree , That ech of yow shal have his destinee As him is shape ; and herkneth in what wyse ; Lo , heer your ende of that I shal devyse . My wil is this , for plat conclusioun , With - outen any ...
And for - thy I yow putte in this degree , That ech of yow shal have his destinee As him is shape ; and herkneth in what wyse ; Lo , heer your ende of that I shal devyse . My wil is this , for plat conclusioun , With - outen any ...
Sivu 52
Ne no man shal un - to his felawe ryde But o cours , with a sharp y grounde spere ; Foyne , if him list , on fote , him - self to were . And he that is at meschief , shal be take , And noght slayn , but be broght un - to the stake That ...
Ne no man shal un - to his felawe ryde But o cours , with a sharp y grounde spere ; Foyne , if him list , on fote , him - self to were . And he that is at meschief , shal be take , And noght slayn , but be broght un - to the stake That ...
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