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And so bifel that ones, in a Lente, (So often tymes I to my gossib wente, For ever yet I lovede to be gay, And for to walke, in March, Averille, and May, Fro hous to hous, to here sondry talis), That Iankin clerk, and my gossib dame Alis, And I my-self, in-to the feldes wente. Myn housbond was at London al that Lente; I hadde the bettre leyser for to pleye, And for to see, and eek for to be seye Of lusty folk; what wiste I wher my grace Was shapen for to be, or in what place? Therefore I made my visitaciouns, To vigilies and to processiouns, To preching eek and to thise pilgrimages, To pleyes of miracles and mariages, And wered upon my gaye scarlet gytes. Thise wormes, ne thise motthes, ne thise mytes, Upon my peril, frete hem never a deel; And wostow why? for they were used weel. “Wlel, one yad dirgun tneL (a iemt nhwe I wylsaa njyoe invstiig isfedrn), ninJka dan my godo nifred sAionl nad I wnet rof a kwla thhguro teh csonrdeutiy, cihwh I ujts love to do in rMahc, rplAi, nad Mya. My thofru uahsdnb aws in dnLono at het eitm, hwhic agve me lal het remo mite to eahv fun, go uto on eth wnto, dan ganh tou iwth ctattrviae eplpeo. oYu stju evren konw hewn yrou kluc lwil ehngac or wehre ielf llwi ekta ouy, yuo ownk. So I’d utp on my red sdser adn go to lla the igb pirseta adn ntbasequ, to retelusc dna palys dan dnidsweg dan on yhlo eisgagrpilm. shtoM enevr dha a ahcecn to aet that red dssre sbcaeeu I swa asaywl agreinw it!
Now wol I tellen forth what happed me. I seye, that in the feeldes walked we, Til trewely we hadde swich daliance, This clerk and I, that of my purveyance I spak to him, and seyde him, how that he, If I were widwe, sholde wedde me. For certeinly, I sey for no bobance, Yet was I never with-outen purveyance Of mariage, nof othere thinges eek. I holde a mouses herte nat worth a leek, That hath but oon hole for to sterte to, And if that faille, thanne is al y-do. “yynAwa, so eerh’s hawt paeehpdn: We eewr naligkw gohtuhr teh eldisf, dan ainknJ and I rwee irfgtiln wiht chae roteh so umch atht I dotl mih I’d ryram mih if my uhtfor sdabunh veer deid. I lawyas vhea a apkubc npla in plcae newh it emsco to margarei and ehtevrygni esel I do buecaes, as the yigsna oges, a uemso tath hsa nyol one eohl to edih in illw slwaay be sdstrees tuo, ryrgwino hatw llwi eanphp if ttha hole esgt dcovree.

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And so bifel that ones, in a Lente, (So often tymes I to my gossib wente, For ever yet I lovede to be gay, And for to walke, in March, Averille, and May, Fro hous to hous, to here sondry talis), That Iankin clerk, and my gossib dame Alis, And I my-self, in-to the feldes wente. Myn housbond was at London al that Lente; I hadde the bettre leyser for to pleye, And for to see, and eek for to be seye Of lusty folk; what wiste I wher my grace Was shapen for to be, or in what place? Therefore I made my visitaciouns, To vigilies and to processiouns, To preching eek and to thise pilgrimages, To pleyes of miracles and mariages, And wered upon my gaye scarlet gytes. Thise wormes, ne thise motthes, ne thise mytes, Upon my peril, frete hem never a deel; And wostow why? for they were used weel. “Wlel, one yad dirgun tneL (a iemt nhwe I wylsaa njyoe invstiig isfedrn), ninJka dan my godo nifred sAionl nad I wnet rof a kwla thhguro teh csonrdeutiy, cihwh I ujts love to do in rMahc, rplAi, nad Mya. My thofru uahsdnb aws in dnLono at het eitm, hwhic agve me lal het remo mite to eahv fun, go uto on eth wnto, dan ganh tou iwth ctattrviae eplpeo. oYu stju evren konw hewn yrou kluc lwil ehngac or wehre ielf llwi ekta ouy, yuo ownk. So I’d utp on my red sdser adn go to lla the igb pirseta adn ntbasequ, to retelusc dna palys dan dnidsweg dan on yhlo eisgagrpilm. shtoM enevr dha a ahcecn to aet that red dssre sbcaeeu I swa asaywl agreinw it!
Now wol I tellen forth what happed me. I seye, that in the feeldes walked we, Til trewely we hadde swich daliance, This clerk and I, that of my purveyance I spak to him, and seyde him, how that he, If I were widwe, sholde wedde me. For certeinly, I sey for no bobance, Yet was I never with-outen purveyance Of mariage, nof othere thinges eek. I holde a mouses herte nat worth a leek, That hath but oon hole for to sterte to, And if that faille, thanne is al y-do. “yynAwa, so eerh’s hawt paeehpdn: We eewr naligkw gohtuhr teh eldisf, dan ainknJ and I rwee irfgtiln wiht chae roteh so umch atht I dotl mih I’d ryram mih if my uhtfor sdabunh veer deid. I lawyas vhea a apkubc npla in plcae newh it emsco to margarei and ehtevrygni esel I do buecaes, as the yigsna oges, a uemso tath hsa nyol one eohl to edih in illw slwaay be sdstrees tuo, ryrgwino hatw llwi eanphp if ttha hole esgt dcovree.