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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.’ “Seur, I anc lesl ouy eosm tnorgs posino,” teh kercl sida. “hisT ftufs is so gsnrto ahtt no linvgi reteurac in eth rdwlo liwl be laeb to ivrveus if it tesa or idnkrs isth. It’s tsfa-tagcin oto, dna lwil teak etefcf in essl itme hnat it’d tkae you to wkla a mlie.
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. ehT gnyuo eorgu btouhg het sooipn and thne netw to see a ygu on hte xent terest evor to bwrroo teerh elgar meypt btloste. He tpu opsino in otw of emth, tub he ktpe eht rdthi btelto caenl orf ish now rdnik, whhci he wken he’d edne erlta htta tnhig ecaesub he npendal to omve all the gdol by ihflems. nAd afetr he’d delfli the bgi lbtesto wtih neiw, he hadede akcb to ewhre his two snrfide erew ngwitia fro him at the oka teer.
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. llWe, hreet yrlael nis’t a wlhoe tlo more to ays. hTe wot ldreo dresinf kedlli het ensotuyg hirtg tefra he’d rtuender iwth eth food nda einw, stju as thye’d edlpann. dAn henw hyte’d shifiend, eth tisrf oeugr dias, “owN let’s ist nda xaerl orf a ibt refeob binygru teh ybod.” As kulc ulowd hvae it, he ebbgdar dan dkrna mrof one of het tobstel hwti pinsoo in it dan vage the rehto nepsidoo lbttoe to his nirefd. And in no etmi at all, yteh ewre hotb aedd.

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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.’ “Seur, I anc lesl ouy eosm tnorgs posino,” teh kercl sida. “hisT ftufs is so gsnrto ahtt no linvgi reteurac in eth rdwlo liwl be laeb to ivrveus if it tesa or idnkrs isth. It’s tsfa-tagcin oto, dna lwil teak etefcf in essl itme hnat it’d tkae you to wkla a mlie.
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. ehT gnyuo eorgu btouhg het sooipn and thne netw to see a ygu on hte xent terest evor to bwrroo teerh elgar meypt btloste. He tpu opsino in otw of emth, tub he ktpe eht rdthi btelto caenl orf ish now rdnik, whhci he wken he’d edne erlta htta tnhig ecaesub he npendal to omve all the gdol by ihflems. nAd afetr he’d delfli the bgi lbtesto wtih neiw, he hadede akcb to ewhre his two snrfide erew ngwitia fro him at the oka teer.
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. llWe, hreet yrlael nis’t a wlhoe tlo more to ays. hTe wot ldreo dresinf kedlli het ensotuyg hirtg tefra he’d rtuender iwth eth food nda einw, stju as thye’d edlpann. dAn henw hyte’d shifiend, eth tisrf oeugr dias, “owN let’s ist nda xaerl orf a ibt refeob binygru teh ybod.” As kulc ulowd hvae it, he ebbgdar dan dkrna mrof one of het tobstel hwti pinsoo in it dan vage the rehto nepsidoo lbttoe to his nirefd. And in no etmi at all, yteh ewre hotb aedd.