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Portrait of Geoffrey Chaucer Geoffrey Chaucer The Canterbury Tales — The Millers Tale (1900)

That we may frely passen forth our way
Whan that the grete shour is goon away—
Than shaltow swimme as myrie, I undertake, 3575
As doth the whyte doke after hir drake. (390)
Than wol I clepe, "how! Alison! how! John!
Be myrie, for the flood wol passe anon."
And thou wolt seyn, "hayl, maister Nicholay!
Good morwe, I se thee wel, for it is day." 3580
And than shul we be lordes al our lyf
Of al the world, as Noë and his wyf.
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Portrait of Geoffrey Chaucer Geoffrey Chaucer The Canterbury Tales — The Millers Tale (1900)

Help! water! water! help, for goddes herte!' 3815
This carpenter out of his slomber sterte, (630)
And herde oon cryen 'water' as he were wood,
And thoghte, 'Allas! now comth Nowelis flood!'
He sit him up with-outen wordes mo,
And with his ax he smoot the corde a-two, 3820
And doun goth al; he fond neither to selle,
Ne breed ne ale, til he cam to the selle
Up-on the floor; and ther aswowne he lay.
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Portrait of Geoffrey Chaucer Geoffrey Chaucer The Canterbury Tales — The Millers Tale (1900)

That for your love I swete ther I go.
No wonder is thogh that I swelte and swete;
I moorne as doth a lamb after the tete.
Y-wis, lemman, I have swich love-longinge, 3705
That lyk a turtel trewe is my moorninge; (520)
I may nat ete na more than a mayde.'
'Go fro the window, Iakke fool,' she sayde,
'As help me god, it wol nat be "com ba me,"
I love another, and elles I were to blame, 3710
Wel bet than thee, by Iesu, Absolon!
Go forth thy wey, or I wol caste a ston,
And lat me slepe, a twenty devel wey!'
'Allas,' quod Absolon, 'and weylawey!
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