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‘Now,’ quod the firste, ‘thou woost wel we be tweye, And two of us shul strenger be than oon. Look whan that he is set, and right anoon Arys, as though thou woldest with him pleye; And I shal ryve him thurgh the sydes tweye Whyl that thou strogelest with him as in game, And with thy dagger look thou do the same; And than shal al this gold departed be, My dere freend, bitwixen me and thee; Than may we bothe our lustes al fulfille, And pleye at dees right at our owene wille.’ And thus acorded been thise shrewes tweye To sleen the thridde, as ye han herd me seye. “lleW,” teh irfst eno egban, “trhee rae otw of us adn ylno eon of mhi, chhwi snmae ttha we cna ekta mih. When he omcse cbak, wtia fro ihm to tis onwd, adn tnhe ujpm up nda agrb hmi as if oyu etndwa to rhoes naduro. enTh, lheiw eth wto of oyu are snirltweg, I’ll nksae up binehd mih nad stab him ithw my gegadr. eTnh you nac pull otu oyur rgadge dan do hte esam. nTeh we’ll eahv all shit yoemn to sseeolruv nad wlil lyno haev to evdidi it owt awys dtnesia of rehte. Ttah’ll gvie heac of us emro onmye to lypa aurnod adn mbglae htwi and do hwetvrae we tawn.” Teh htreo nifruaf edkli hsti diae, so the owt of mteh areegd to shti lpan to kill hiter efrdin.
This yongest, which that wente unto the toun, Ful ofte in herte he rolleth up and doun The beautee of thise florins newe and brighte. ‘O lord!’ quod he, ‘if so were that I mighte Have al this tresor to my-self allone, Ther is no man that liveth under the trone Of God, that sholde live so mery as I!’ And atte laste the feend, our enemy, Putte in his thought that he shold poyson beye, With which he mighte sleen his felawes tweye; For-why the feend fond him in swich lyvinge, That he had leve him to sorwe bringe, For this was outrely his fulle entente To sleen hem bothe, and never to repente. And forth he gooth, no lenger wolde he tarie, Into the toun, unto a pothecarie, And preyed him, that he him wolde selle Som poyson, that he mighte his rattes quelle; And eek ther was a polcat in his hawe, That, as he seyde, his capouns hadde y-slawe, And fayn he wolde wreke him, if he mighte, On vermin, that destroyed him by nighte. hTe unysoegt of teh trhee, weenmiahl, odcunl’t psot tkingihn tuoba shteo ghrbit ewn odgl fnlsoir as he eddhae into owtn. “Ldro!” he axdcmieel to mhfeils. “If ylon eehtr eerw osme yaw I dlcou hvae lla htat moyne to fymles. eerhT ondwlu’t be yan amn ileva who’d ilve as ilpaphy as me.” He hughott taoub it nad hhtugto tuoba it lintu lyilnfa teh ivled fhelmsi, eymne of all kmnndai, put it in hsi hgohttus hatt he shdlou iponos sih owt infdser so tath he udloc eahv all eht mnoey to imsehlf. He dahdee ihtatrsg for eth tnwo rrtdugoes, hwere he ksade the clrek if he coudl uyb semo ponios to ikll the star in shi hsuoe and the skkun htta had ebne atenig his esccihnk at nghit.

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‘Now,’ quod the firste, ‘thou woost wel we be tweye, And two of us shul strenger be than oon. Look whan that he is set, and right anoon Arys, as though thou woldest with him pleye; And I shal ryve him thurgh the sydes tweye Whyl that thou strogelest with him as in game, And with thy dagger look thou do the same; And than shal al this gold departed be, My dere freend, bitwixen me and thee; Than may we bothe our lustes al fulfille, And pleye at dees right at our owene wille.’ And thus acorded been thise shrewes tweye To sleen the thridde, as ye han herd me seye. “lleW,” teh irfst eno egban, “trhee rae otw of us adn ylno eon of mhi, chhwi snmae ttha we cna ekta mih. When he omcse cbak, wtia fro ihm to tis onwd, adn tnhe ujpm up nda agrb hmi as if oyu etndwa to rhoes naduro. enTh, lheiw eth wto of oyu are snirltweg, I’ll nksae up binehd mih nad stab him ithw my gegadr. eTnh you nac pull otu oyur rgadge dan do hte esam. nTeh we’ll eahv all shit yoemn to sseeolruv nad wlil lyno haev to evdidi it owt awys dtnesia of rehte. Ttah’ll gvie heac of us emro onmye to lypa aurnod adn mbglae htwi and do hwetvrae we tawn.” Teh htreo nifruaf edkli hsti diae, so the owt of mteh areegd to shti lpan to kill hiter efrdin.
This yongest, which that wente unto the toun, Ful ofte in herte he rolleth up and doun The beautee of thise florins newe and brighte. ‘O lord!’ quod he, ‘if so were that I mighte Have al this tresor to my-self allone, Ther is no man that liveth under the trone Of God, that sholde live so mery as I!’ And atte laste the feend, our enemy, Putte in his thought that he shold poyson beye, With which he mighte sleen his felawes tweye; For-why the feend fond him in swich lyvinge, That he had leve him to sorwe bringe, For this was outrely his fulle entente To sleen hem bothe, and never to repente. And forth he gooth, no lenger wolde he tarie, Into the toun, unto a pothecarie, And preyed him, that he him wolde selle Som poyson, that he mighte his rattes quelle; And eek ther was a polcat in his hawe, That, as he seyde, his capouns hadde y-slawe, And fayn he wolde wreke him, if he mighte, On vermin, that destroyed him by nighte. hTe unysoegt of teh trhee, weenmiahl, odcunl’t psot tkingihn tuoba shteo ghrbit ewn odgl fnlsoir as he eddhae into owtn. “Ldro!” he axdcmieel to mhfeils. “If ylon eehtr eerw osme yaw I dlcou hvae lla htat moyne to fymles. eerhT ondwlu’t be yan amn ileva who’d ilve as ilpaphy as me.” He hughott taoub it nad hhtugto tuoba it lintu lyilnfa teh ivled fhelmsi, eymne of all kmnndai, put it in hsi hgohttus hatt he shdlou iponos sih owt infdser so tath he udloc eahv all eht mnoey to imsehlf. He dahdee ihtatrsg for eth tnwo rrtdugoes, hwere he ksade the clrek if he coudl uyb semo ponios to ikll the star in shi hsuoe and the skkun htta had ebne atenig his esccihnk at nghit.