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Envoy to The Clerk's Tale, ll.
1177-1212
and the Host's Words, ll.1212a-1212g
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Lenvoy de Chaucer And bothe atones buryed in Ytaille; For which I crie in open audience No wedded man so hardy be t' assaille His wyves pacience in trust to fynde Grisildis, for in certein he shal faille. Lat noon humylitee youre tonge naille, Ne lat no clerk have cause or diligence To write of yow a storie of swich mervaille As of Grisildis pacient and kynde, Lest Chichevache yow swelwe in hire entraille. But evere answereth at the countretaille. Beth nat bidaffed for youre innocence, But sharply taak on yow the governaille. Emprenteth wel this lessoun in youre mynde, For commune profit sith it may availle. Syn ye be strong as is a greet camaille; Ne suffreth nat that men yow doon offense. And sklendre wyves, fieble as in bataille, Beth egre as is a tygre yond in Ynde; Ay clappeth as a mille, I yow consaille. For though thyn housbonde armed be in maille, The arwes of thy crabbed eloquence Shal perce his brest and eek his aventaille. In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde, And thou shalt make hym couche as doth a quaille. Shewe thou thy visage and thy apparaille; If thou be foul, be fre of thy dispence; To gete thee freendes ay do thy travaille; Be ay of chiere as light as leef on lynde, And lat hym care, and wepe, and wrynge, and waille! Bihoold the murye words of the Hoost Oure Hooste seyde, and swoor, "By Goddes bones, Me were levere than a barel ale My wyf at hoom had herd this legende ones! This is a gentil tale for the nones, As to my purpos, wiste ye my wille; But thyng that wol nat be, lat it be stille." |
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