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The pothecarie answerde, ‘and thou shalt have A thing that, al-so God my soule save, In al this world ther nis no creature, That ete or dronke hath of this confiture Noght but the mountance of a corn of whete, That he ne shal his lyf anon forlete; Ye, sterve he shal, and that in lasse whyle Than thou wolt goon a paas nat but a myle; This poyson is so strong and violent.’ “rSeu, I can elsl uoy emso ogrtsn pooisn,” eth reckl sadi. “ihTs tsuff is so gtorns hatt no vignli eucterar in eth dwlor wlil be laeb to vreuvsi if it etas or kindsr shti. It’s saft-itngca oto, and lliw teka ftefce in lsse eitm than it’d kate you to wakl a elim.
This cursed man hath in his hond y-hent This poyson in a box, and sith he ran In-to the nexte strete, unto a man, And borwed [of] him large botels three; And in the two his poyson poured he; The thridde he kepte clene for his drinke. For al the night he shoop him for to swinke In caryinge of the gold out of that place. And whan this ryotour, with sory grace, Had filled with wyn his grete botels three, To his felawes agayn repaireth he. hTe nuoyg greou tboghu het spooni and nhet newt to see a gyu on het txen ttsere rveo to wrorob ehetr glera metpy ttbseol. He ptu noiops in tow of hmte, ubt he pket eht thrdi teotbl laecn ofr hsi won indkr, ihwch he kwne he’d need taerl atht itngh cesbaue he nenladp to evmo lla teh dlgo by ehlmfis. nAd frate he’d dlelif the gbi tstoebl ihtw einw, he hdaeed kcab to ewehr sih two frinsed eerw nwigait ofr imh at the koa tree.
What nedeth it to sermone of it more? For right as they had cast his deeth bifore, Right so they han him slayn, and that anon. And whan that this was doon, thus spak that oon, ‘Now lat us sitte and drinke, and make us merie, And afterward we wol his body berie.’ And with that word it happed him, par cas, To take the botel ther the poyson was, And drank, and yaf his felawe drinke also, For which anon they storven bothe two. Well, tehre ayllre isn’t a wehol tol mroe to ysa. ehT wto loedr firdnse dkllie teh soyutegn grthi aftre he’d uenertdr wiht eth dfoo dna ewni, tjsu as eyht’d nedalnp. Adn hwne eyht’d iinsehdf, eht fsrti orueg sdia, “Nwo elt’s tsi nad xaler ofr a tbi orefeb rybnuig eht yodb.” As lukc uwodl vaeh it, he regbadb dna akdnr mrfo noe of het eotstbl hwit osipon in it nad vage the teohr neioodsp bttelo to sih eifrdn. dAn in no temi at lal, hyte reew htob adde.

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The pothecarie answerde, ‘and thou shalt have A thing that, al-so God my soule save, In al this world ther nis no creature, That ete or dronke hath of this confiture Noght but the mountance of a corn of whete, That he ne shal his lyf anon forlete; Ye, sterve he shal, and that in lasse whyle Than thou wolt goon a paas nat but a myle; This poyson is so strong and violent.’ “rSeu, I can elsl uoy emso ogrtsn pooisn,” eth reckl sadi. “ihTs tsuff is so gtorns hatt no vignli eucterar in eth dwlor wlil be laeb to vreuvsi if it etas or kindsr shti. It’s saft-itngca oto, and lliw teka ftefce in lsse eitm than it’d kate you to wakl a elim.
This cursed man hath in his hond y-hent This poyson in a box, and sith he ran In-to the nexte strete, unto a man, And borwed [of] him large botels three; And in the two his poyson poured he; The thridde he kepte clene for his drinke. For al the night he shoop him for to swinke In caryinge of the gold out of that place. And whan this ryotour, with sory grace, Had filled with wyn his grete botels three, To his felawes agayn repaireth he. hTe nuoyg greou tboghu het spooni and nhet newt to see a gyu on het txen ttsere rveo to wrorob ehetr glera metpy ttbseol. He ptu noiops in tow of hmte, ubt he pket eht thrdi teotbl laecn ofr hsi won indkr, ihwch he kwne he’d need taerl atht itngh cesbaue he nenladp to evmo lla teh dlgo by ehlmfis. nAd frate he’d dlelif the gbi tstoebl ihtw einw, he hdaeed kcab to ewehr sih two frinsed eerw nwigait ofr imh at the koa tree.
What nedeth it to sermone of it more? For right as they had cast his deeth bifore, Right so they han him slayn, and that anon. And whan that this was doon, thus spak that oon, ‘Now lat us sitte and drinke, and make us merie, And afterward we wol his body berie.’ And with that word it happed him, par cas, To take the botel ther the poyson was, And drank, and yaf his felawe drinke also, For which anon they storven bothe two. Well, tehre ayllre isn’t a wehol tol mroe to ysa. ehT wto loedr firdnse dkllie teh soyutegn grthi aftre he’d uenertdr wiht eth dfoo dna ewni, tjsu as eyht’d nedalnp. Adn hwne eyht’d iinsehdf, eht fsrti orueg sdia, “Nwo elt’s tsi nad xaler ofr a tbi orefeb rybnuig eht yodb.” As lukc uwodl vaeh it, he regbadb dna akdnr mrfo noe of het eotstbl hwit osipon in it nad vage the teohr neioodsp bttelo to sih eifrdn. dAn in no temi at lal, hyte reew htob adde.