English Masterpieces, Volume 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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Page 126
... seyde , " o dere child , I halse thee , In vertu of the holy Trinitee , Tel me what is thy cause for to singe , Sith that thy throte is cut , to my seminge ? " " My throte is cut un - to my nekke - boon , " Seyde this child , " and , as ...
... seyde , " o dere child , I halse thee , In vertu of the holy Trinitee , Tel me what is thy cause for to singe , Sith that thy throte is cut , to my seminge ? " " My throte is cut un - to my nekke - boon , " Seyde this child , " and , as ...
Page 154
... seyde this taverner , " The child seith sooth , for he hath slayn this yeer , 69 Henne 6 over a myle , with - in a greet village , Both man and womman , child and hyne , 70 and page . I trowe his habitacioun be there ; 71 To been avysed ...
... seyde this taverner , " The child seith sooth , for he hath slayn this yeer , 69 Henne 6 over a myle , with - in a greet village , Both man and womman , child and hyne , 70 and page . I trowe his habitacioun be there ; 71 To been avysed ...
Page 155
... Seyde this other hasardour anon ; " Thou partest nat so lightly , by seint John ! Thou spak right now of thilke traitour Deeth , That in this contree alle our frendes sleeth . Have heer my trouthe , as thou art his aspye , 80 Tel wher ...
... Seyde this other hasardour anon ; " Thou partest nat so lightly , by seint John ! Thou spak right now of thilke traitour Deeth , That in this contree alle our frendes sleeth . Have heer my trouthe , as thou art his aspye , 80 Tel wher ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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