The Canterbury Tales. The Canon's Yeoman's Tale.
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN ended was the life of Saint Cecile, Ere we had ridden fully five mile, At Boughton-under-Blee us gan o'ertake A man, that...
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THE PROLOGUE. WHEN ended was the life of Saint Cecile, Ere we had ridden fully five mile, At Boughton-under-Blee us gan o'ertake A man, that clothed was in clothes black, And underneath he wore a white surplice. His hackenay, which was all pomely-gris, So sweated, that it wonder was to see; It seem'd as he had pricked miles three. The horse eke that his yeoman rode upon So sweated, that unnethes might he gon.…
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