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In as moche as I maked
aferd Whan I you hente and brought out of your yerd; But, Sire, I did it in no wikke entente: Come doun, and I shal tell you what I mente: 1543 I lhal say sothe to you, God helpe me so.
Nay than, quod he, I threwe us bothe two; And first i farewe myself bothe blood and bones If thou begile me oftener than ones: Thou shalt no more thurgh thy flaterie 15435 Do me to sing and winken with myn eye, For he that winkech whan he fhulde see, Al wilfully, God let him never the. Nay, quod the fox, but God
him mefchance That is so indiscrete of governance
15440 That jangleth whan that he fhuld hold his pees.
Lo, which it is for to be reccheles
that holden this Tale a folie, As of a fox, of a cok or hen,
15445 Takech the moralitee therof, good men; For Seint Poule fayth, that all that writen is To our doctrine it is ywriten ywis. Taketh the fruit, and let the chaf be fille.
Now, goode God, if that it be thy wille, 1 15450 As fayth my Lord, so make us all good men, And bring us to thy highe blisse. Amens ;;. .
t. 15451. As fayth my Lord] Opposite to this verse in the margin of mf. C. 1, is written kantuar, which means, I suppoie, that some archbishop of Canterbury is quoted.
Sire Nonnes Preeft, our Hofte sayd anon,
But, Sire, faire falle you for your Tale.
. 15468. Sayd to another] I have observed, in the Difcourse, & c. 37, that in mil. Alk. 1, 2, this line is read thus;
Seide unto the Nunne as ye hul heer. The following are the lix forged lines which the same msl. ex. lubit by way of introduction to The Nonne's Tale;
Madame, and I corse I wolde your pray
THE SECOND NONNES TALE.
For he that with his thousand cordes flie
And though men dradden never for to die,
And for to put us from swiche idelneffe, 13496
The second Nonnes Tale] The life and death of Saint Cecily. sp.
Thou with thy gerlond wrought of rose and lilie, Thee mene l, maid and martir, Seinte Cecilie. 15496
And thou, that arte floure of virgines all, Of whom that Bernard lift fo wel to write, To thee at my beginning first I call, Thou comfort of us wretches, do me endite 55500 Thy maidens deth, that wan thurgh hire merite The eternal lif, and over the fend vleorie, As man may after reden in hire storie,
Thou maide and mother, doughter of thy fon, Thou wel of mercy, finful foules cure, 15505 In whom that God of bountee chees to won; Thou huvible and high over every creature, Thou nobledest so fer forth our nature, That no defdaine the maker had of kinde His son in blood and flesh to clothe and winde. 15510
Within the cloyilre blisful of thy fides Toke mannes shape the eternal Love and Pees, That of the trinc compas Lord and gide is, Whom erthe, and see, and heven, out of relees Ay herien; and thou virgine wemmeles 15515 Bare of thy body (and dweltest maiden pure) The creatour of every creature.
V. 15514. Out of relees] All the best msl.concur in this read. ing, and therefore i have followed thein, though I confess that I do not clearly understand the phrase, unless perhaps it mean without release, without being ever released from their duty. Thecommon reading witboutenkes is a genuine Saxon phrale ; butan leas, abfque falso, without a lie. Volume V,
After the opinion of certain clerkes,
of which there is no trace in the Philoftrato of Boccace. See wy, 5. n. 62.