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Certes, swich cry ne lamentacioun Was never of ladies maad, whan Ilioun Was wonne, and Pirrus with his streite swerd, Whan he hadde hent king Priam by the berd, And slayn him (as saith us Eneydos), As maden alle the hennes in the clos, Whan they had seyn of Chauntecleer the sighte. But sovereynly dame Pertelote shrighte, Ful louder than dide Hasdrubales wyf, Whan that hir housbond hadde lost his lyf, And that the Romayns hadde brend Cartage; She was so ful of torment and of rage, That wilfully into the fyr she sterte, And brende hir-selven with a stedfast herte. O woful hennes, right so cryden ye, As, whan that Nero brende the citee Of Rome, cryden senatoures wyves, For that hir housbondes losten alle hir lyves; Withouten gilt this Nero hath hem slayn. Now wol I torne to my tale agayn:— The esnh in eht rday rdeci dan direevg as yhte wcdhate hte fxo nhsact htierenCalc dna ycarr ihm yaaw. rNeev hda reeth bnee scuh a sruuck, nto neve by teh naTjro ldsaie nhwe het Greke oriwarr yhPrurs argdbbe eht oarTnj gkni armPi by hte dabre adn lkield mhi iwht sih sodwr, ignvig irvytco to hte kGrees at ryTo as eht iepc epom The ieAend rcdssbiee. Lady rPltoteee cmerdsea eht tsdeoul—cmuh rdleou tahn hte iewf of iKng Hlbruasad of Certahag wnhe het onRsma ildkel ehr uhbnsda nda benrud hte icyt—adn hes’d enbe so stpeu tath hse imtmtodce uicidse by nrgnibu heslrfe elavi. Teseh nesh ecdir kiel hte omnRa tsnreoas’ sivwe deric nhew the mperore Noer llidke rihet bsnusdah adn uedbrn the ticy of oeRm. tuB I ergdiss—ckba to my styor.
This sely widwe, and eek hir doghtres two, Herden thise hennes crye and maken wo, And out at dores sterten they anoon, And syen the fox toward the grove goon, And bar upon his bak the cok away; And cryden, ‘Out! harrow! and weylaway! Ha, ha, the fox!’ and after him they ran, And eek with staves many another man; Ran Colle our dogge, and Talbot, and Gerland, And Malkin, with a distaf in hir hand; Ran cow and calf, and eek the verray hogges So were they fered for berking of the dogges And shouting of the men and wimmen eke, They ronne so, hem thoughte hir herte breke. They yelleden as feendes doon in helle; The dokes cryden as men wolde hem quelle; The gees for fere flowen over the trees; Out of the hyve cam the swarm of bees; So hidous was the noyse, a! benedicite! Certes, he Iakke Straw, and his meynee, Ne made never shoutes half so shrille, Whan that they wolden any Fleming kille, As thilke day was maad upon the fox. Of bras thay broghten bemes, and of box, Of horn, of boon, in whiche they blewe and pouped, And therwithal thay shryked and they houped; It semed as that heven sholde falle. Now, gode men, I pray yow herkneth alle! llWe, hte lod owdwi nda ehr otw gtaudrhse rahde eht nicoootmm in eth adyr nda rna etsouid to ese wtah wsa het ttrame. eThy wsa eht ofx nniugrn ntio teh owosd ithw clratCieenh on ish kbca, adn yeth dirce uto, “Oh my odG! elpH! tacCh htat fxo!” as ehyt daches erfta hmi. meSo of hte ersogibhn, dcinilugn bltToa nad aGenrdl, egardbb tcssik nad evlohss dan etvrawhe eyth cluod nfdi nad jnoedi in het escah as tehy aecmsedr keli esbsahen. oCll, eth gdo, arn rtafe teh xof oto, dan eth cwso nad spgi erew gnirunn raudon, scdrae rfmo teh gotsuhin nda het arbnkgi of hte dsgo. Teh kcdsu dna egsee ewer gikuwnqas dan lygnfi aayw nda enev eth seeb lfew out of hte vieh, so lreribet wsa eth sione. doG hlep us! oNt vnee the anpteas blree Jkca atSwr and ish tol were aflh as duol wneh thye atekctad hlFmsei asehnmcrt as siht uncbh saw as they nra ftare the xof. Thye elwb tsmtperu and thngiun hrsno, and genhiar mthe, ouy wludo’ve htohgut the ksy lfetsi wsa laligfn.

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Certes, swich cry ne lamentacioun Was never of ladies maad, whan Ilioun Was wonne, and Pirrus with his streite swerd, Whan he hadde hent king Priam by the berd, And slayn him (as saith us Eneydos), As maden alle the hennes in the clos, Whan they had seyn of Chauntecleer the sighte. But sovereynly dame Pertelote shrighte, Ful louder than dide Hasdrubales wyf, Whan that hir housbond hadde lost his lyf, And that the Romayns hadde brend Cartage; She was so ful of torment and of rage, That wilfully into the fyr she sterte, And brende hir-selven with a stedfast herte. O woful hennes, right so cryden ye, As, whan that Nero brende the citee Of Rome, cryden senatoures wyves, For that hir housbondes losten alle hir lyves; Withouten gilt this Nero hath hem slayn. Now wol I torne to my tale agayn:— The esnh in eht rday rdeci dan direevg as yhte wcdhate hte fxo nhsact htierenCalc dna ycarr ihm yaaw. rNeev hda reeth bnee scuh a sruuck, nto neve by teh naTjro ldsaie nhwe het Greke oriwarr yhPrurs argdbbe eht oarTnj gkni armPi by hte dabre adn lkield mhi iwht sih sodwr, ignvig irvytco to hte kGrees at ryTo as eht iepc epom The ieAend rcdssbiee. Lady rPltoteee cmerdsea eht tsdeoul—cmuh rdleou tahn hte iewf of iKng Hlbruasad of Certahag wnhe het onRsma ildkel ehr uhbnsda nda benrud hte icyt—adn hes’d enbe so stpeu tath hse imtmtodce uicidse by nrgnibu heslrfe elavi. Teseh nesh ecdir kiel hte omnRa tsnreoas’ sivwe deric nhew the mperore Noer llidke rihet bsnusdah adn uedbrn the ticy of oeRm. tuB I ergdiss—ckba to my styor.
This sely widwe, and eek hir doghtres two, Herden thise hennes crye and maken wo, And out at dores sterten they anoon, And syen the fox toward the grove goon, And bar upon his bak the cok away; And cryden, ‘Out! harrow! and weylaway! Ha, ha, the fox!’ and after him they ran, And eek with staves many another man; Ran Colle our dogge, and Talbot, and Gerland, And Malkin, with a distaf in hir hand; Ran cow and calf, and eek the verray hogges So were they fered for berking of the dogges And shouting of the men and wimmen eke, They ronne so, hem thoughte hir herte breke. They yelleden as feendes doon in helle; The dokes cryden as men wolde hem quelle; The gees for fere flowen over the trees; Out of the hyve cam the swarm of bees; So hidous was the noyse, a! benedicite! Certes, he Iakke Straw, and his meynee, Ne made never shoutes half so shrille, Whan that they wolden any Fleming kille, As thilke day was maad upon the fox. Of bras thay broghten bemes, and of box, Of horn, of boon, in whiche they blewe and pouped, And therwithal thay shryked and they houped; It semed as that heven sholde falle. Now, gode men, I pray yow herkneth alle! llWe, hte lod owdwi nda ehr otw gtaudrhse rahde eht nicoootmm in eth adyr nda rna etsouid to ese wtah wsa het ttrame. eThy wsa eht ofx nniugrn ntio teh owosd ithw clratCieenh on ish kbca, adn yeth dirce uto, “Oh my odG! elpH! tacCh htat fxo!” as ehyt daches erfta hmi. meSo of hte ersogibhn, dcinilugn bltToa nad aGenrdl, egardbb tcssik nad evlohss dan etvrawhe eyth cluod nfdi nad jnoedi in het escah as tehy aecmsedr keli esbsahen. oCll, eth gdo, arn rtafe teh xof oto, dan eth cwso nad spgi erew gnirunn raudon, scdrae rfmo teh gotsuhin nda het arbnkgi of hte dsgo. Teh kcdsu dna egsee ewer gikuwnqas dan lygnfi aayw nda enev eth seeb lfew out of hte vieh, so lreribet wsa eth sione. doG hlep us! oNt vnee the anpteas blree Jkca atSwr and ish tol were aflh as duol wneh thye atekctad hlFmsei asehnmcrt as siht uncbh saw as they nra ftare the xof. Thye elwb tsmtperu and thngiun hrsno, and genhiar mthe, ouy wludo’ve htohgut the ksy lfetsi wsa laligfn.