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Wher dwellen ye, if it to tellen be?

In the subarbes of a toun, quod he, 16125 Lurking in hernes and in lanes blinde, Wheras thise robbours and thise theves by kinde Holden hir privee fereful residence, As they that dare not shewen hir presence; So faren if I shal say the sothe.

Yet, quod our Hofte, let me talken to the;
Why art thou so discoloured of thy face?

Peter, quod he, God yeve it harde grace;
I am so used the hote fire to blow
That it hath changed my colour I trow:
I n'am not wont in no mirrour to prie,
But fwinke sore, and lerne to multiplie.
We blundren ever and poren in the fire,
And for all that we faille of our desire;
For ever we lacken our conclusion.

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To mochel folk we don illusion,
And borwe gold be it a pound or two,
Or ten or twelve, or many sommes mo,
And make hem wenen at the leste wey
That of a pound we connen maken twey;

16145 Yet is it false; and ay we han good hope It for to don, and after it we grope: But that science is so fer us beforne, We mowen not, although we had it sworne, It overtake, it slit away so fast;

16150 It wol us maken beggers at the last.

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While this Yeman was thus in his talking
This chanon drow him nere and herd all thing
Which this Yeman fpake, for suspecion
Of mennes fpeche ever had this chanon;
For Caton sayth, that he that gilty is
Demeth all thing be spoken of him ywis :
That was the cause he gan so nigh him drawe
To his Yeman, to herken all his fawe;
And thus he faide unto his Yeman tho : 16560
Hold thou thy pees, and speke no wordes mo,
For if thou do thou shalt it dere abie :
Thou sclaundrest me here in this compagnie,
And eke discoverest that thou shuldest hide.

Ye, quod our Hofte, tell on, what so betide;
Of all his thretening recke not a mite. 16166

In faith, quod he, no more I do but lite.
And whan this chanou saw it wold not be
But his Yeman wold tell his privetee,
He fled

away

for

veray sorwe and shame.
A! quod the Yeman, here shal rise a game:
All that I can anon I wol you telie,
Sin he is gon: the foule fend him quelle,
For never hereafter wol I with him mete
For peny ne for pound, I you behetc.

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. 16155. For Caton sayıb] This precept of Cato is in l. i. dift. 17. ;

Ne cuires fi quis tacito fermone loquatur;
Conicius ipse lidi de fe putat omnia dici.

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He that me broughte first unto that game,
Er that he die forwe have he and shame,
For it is ernest to me by my faith;
That fele I wel, what that any man faith;
And yet for all my smert and all my grief,
For all my forwe, labour, and meschief,
I coude never leve it in no wisc.
Now wolde God my wit mighte suffice
To tellen all that longech to that art;
But natheles yet wol I tellen part:
Sin that my lord is gon I wol not spare;
Swiche thing as that I know I wol declare.

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THE CHAN. YEMANNES TALE. With this chanon I dwelt have seven yere, And of his science am I never the nere; All that I had I have ylost therby, And God wot so han many mo than I. Ther I was wont to be right fresh and gay Of clothing, and of other good array, Now may I were an hose upon min hed; And wher my colour was both fresh and red 16195 Now is it wan and of a leden hewe; (Who so it useth so fhal he it rewe) And of my swinke yet blered is min eye; Lo which avantage is to multiplie!

The Chanones Pemannes Tale] A prien of London, more covetous than wise, is deceived by a chanon profeting the art of alchymye, Urry.

While this Yeman was thus in his talking
This chanon drow him nere and herd all thing
Which this Yeman spake, for suspecion
Of mennes fpeche ever had this chanon;

16155
For Caton sayth, that he that gilty is
Demeth all thing be spoken of him ywis :
That was the cause he gan so nigh him drawe
To his Yeman, to herken all his fawe;
And thus he faide unto his Yeman tho : 16360
Hold thou thy pees, and speke no wordes mo,
For if thou do thou shalt it dere abie :
Thou sclaundrejt me here in this compagnie,
And eke discoverest that thou shuldest hide.

Ye, quod our Hofte, tell on, what so betide;
Of all his thretening recke not a mite. 16166

In faith, quod he, no more I do but lite.
And whan this chanou saw it wold not be
But his Yeman wold tell his privetee,
He fled away for veray forwe and shame. 16170

A! quod the Yeman, here shal rise a game:
All that I can anon I wol you telle,
Sin he is gon: the foule fend him quelle,
For never hereafter wol I with him mete
For peny ne for pound, I you behete.

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N. 16156. For Cuton Sayıb] This precept of Cato is in l. i. dift.17.;

Ne cures fi quis tacito fermone loquatur;
Cunicius ipfe fibi de fe putat omnia dici.

16180

He that me broughte first unto that game,
Er that he die forwe have he and shame,
For it is ernest tu me by my faith;
That fele I wel, what that any man faith;
And yet for all my smert and all my grief,
For all my forwe, labour, and meschief,
I coude never leve it in no wise.
Now wolde God my wit mighte fuffice
To tellen all that longech to that art;
But natheles yet wol I tellen part:
Sin that my lord is gon I wol not spare;
Swiche thing as that I know I wol declare.

16185

THE CHAN, YEMANNES TALE. With this chanon I dwelt have seven yere, And of his fcience am I never the nere; All that I had I have ylost therby,

16190 And God wot so han many mo than I. Ther I was wont to be right fresh and gay Of clothing, and of other good array, Now may I were an hose upon min hed; And wher my colour was both fresh and red 16195 Now is it wan and of a leden hewe; (Who so it useth so sal he it rewe) And of my swinke yet blered is min eye; Lo which avantage is to multiplie!

The Chanones l'emannes Tale] A pries of London, more covetous than wise, is deceived by a chanon profeting the art of alchymye, Urry.

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