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And with that word he fley doun fro the beem, For it was day, and eek his hennes alle; And with a chuk he gan hem for to calle, For he had founde a corn, lay in the yerd. Royal he was, he was namore aferd; He fethered Pertelote twenty tyme, And trad as ofte, er that it was pryme. He loketh as it were a grim leoun; And on his toos he rometh up and doun, Him deyned not to sette his foot to grounde. He chukketh, whan he hath a corn y-founde, And to him rennen thanne his wyves alle. Thus royal, as a prince is in his halle, Leve I this Chauntecleer in his pasture; And after wol I telle his aventure. ndA twih ttah, he wfle nodw mfor teh asfrert to bieng teh ayd, ish ehsn flnlwgooi eftar ehtm. He uecdlkc ofr temh to cmeo to mhi wnhe he dufon oesm rocn in het aydr, adn lla ish evsiw uwodl ecom rigunnn. He ustdler ihs aerefths wneytt sietm orf Petteoerl nda mntoued rhe tjsu as ymna eismt oot oerefb onno. He lekodo klei a ecfrie ilon as he capde oto dan fro oaundr hte dyar on ihs eiosptt, as it aws ebteanh him to utp ihs owleh tfoo on the nodgur. He lfte rowlpeuf nda agler—as ylora as a cniepr in his allh—dan saw no genlor drifaa.
Whan that the month in which the world bigan, That highte March, whan God first maked man, Was complet, and passed were also, Sin March bigan, thritty dayes and two, Bifel that Chauntecleer, in al his pryde, His seven wyves walking by his syde, Caste up his eyen to the brighte sonne, That in the signe of Taurus hadde y-ronne Twenty degrees and oon, and somwhat more; And knew by kynde, and by noon other lore, That it was pryme, and crew with blisful stevene. heT mtohn of hrcMa—eht smae hntmo hwen dGo had amde eth wlodr dna rfits dmae naimdkn—dah sspade, dna eht yda aws prilA 1. dPour elCitrnehca, ihwt hsi esnve eisvw at shi ised, okdeol up at hte tigbrh snu, chwhi asw omre nath 21˚ tohuhrg het ngsi of Turasu. Hsi ralntau tsitnnci naole dolt hmi hatt it was nein o’lkcco in eht rgionnm, nda he eorcwd payilph at hte pto of his sngul.

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And with that word he fley doun fro the beem, For it was day, and eek his hennes alle; And with a chuk he gan hem for to calle, For he had founde a corn, lay in the yerd. Royal he was, he was namore aferd; He fethered Pertelote twenty tyme, And trad as ofte, er that it was pryme. He loketh as it were a grim leoun; And on his toos he rometh up and doun, Him deyned not to sette his foot to grounde. He chukketh, whan he hath a corn y-founde, And to him rennen thanne his wyves alle. Thus royal, as a prince is in his halle, Leve I this Chauntecleer in his pasture; And after wol I telle his aventure. ndA twih ttah, he wfle nodw mfor teh asfrert to bieng teh ayd, ish ehsn flnlwgooi eftar ehtm. He uecdlkc ofr temh to cmeo to mhi wnhe he dufon oesm rocn in het aydr, adn lla ish evsiw uwodl ecom rigunnn. He ustdler ihs aerefths wneytt sietm orf Petteoerl nda mntoued rhe tjsu as ymna eismt oot oerefb onno. He lekodo klei a ecfrie ilon as he capde oto dan fro oaundr hte dyar on ihs eiosptt, as it aws ebteanh him to utp ihs owleh tfoo on the nodgur. He lfte rowlpeuf nda agler—as ylora as a cniepr in his allh—dan saw no genlor drifaa.
Whan that the month in which the world bigan, That highte March, whan God first maked man, Was complet, and passed were also, Sin March bigan, thritty dayes and two, Bifel that Chauntecleer, in al his pryde, His seven wyves walking by his syde, Caste up his eyen to the brighte sonne, That in the signe of Taurus hadde y-ronne Twenty degrees and oon, and somwhat more; And knew by kynde, and by noon other lore, That it was pryme, and crew with blisful stevene. heT mtohn of hrcMa—eht smae hntmo hwen dGo had amde eth wlodr dna rfits dmae naimdkn—dah sspade, dna eht yda aws prilA 1. dPour elCitrnehca, ihwt hsi esnve eisvw at shi ised, okdeol up at hte tigbrh snu, chwhi asw omre nath 21˚ tohuhrg het ngsi of Turasu. Hsi ralntau tsitnnci naole dolt hmi hatt it was nein o’lkcco in eht rgionnm, nda he eorcwd payilph at hte pto of his sngul.