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XXXVIII.

[Fol. 112, ro.]

Femmes à la pye

Portent compagnye

en maners e en mours;

Escotez que vus dye,
E quele assocye

yl tienent en amours. La pie de costume Porte penne e plume

de divers colours;

E femme se delite En estraunge habite, de divers atours.

La pie ad longe cowe Que pend en la bowe, pur la pesauncie; E femme fet la sowe Plus long que nule cowe de poun ou de pye.

La pie est jangleresse,

E reelement cesse

de mostrer où ele est ; E la femme pur son us, D'assez jangle plus;

issi nature crest.

Par jangle de la pie
Um vient à troverye,

de gopyl e de chat;
Femme par parole
Meynt honme afole,
e ly rend tot mat.

Vus troverez la pye
Si pleyn de boydie,

que ele se garde bien; Mès la femme pase

La pie en cele grace,

quar ele ne doute rien.

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de quel part s'en va; E la femme auxi

Espie son mary,

par gelosie que ele a.

La pie par yre
Les gardyns empire,

par braunche debruser;

E en femme corocée

Rien serra celée,

quant ele se puet venger.

Hom dit que la pie

En sa nature crye,

il nus viegnent gestes; E la femme puet dire

A soun mary, "syre,

par moi averez blestes."

La pie siet musser,
Quanqe ele puet gayner,

en un privé lu;
E la femme se purveit,
Avant qe ele vidue seit,

dount ert sustenu.

Bie[n] dust la pie,

Queiqe um en die,

à femme estre chere;

Puis qe lur vie

Par tiele compagnie

acordent en manere.

XXXIX.

[Fol. 114, Vo.]

MON in the mone stond ant strit,

on is bot forke is burthen he bereth; Hit is muche wonder that he nadoun slyt,

for doute leste he valle he shoddreth ant shereth. When the forst freseth, muche chele he byd;

the thornes beth kene, is hattren to-tereth;

Nis no wytht in the world that wot wen he syt, ne, bote hit bue the hegge, whet wedes he wereth.

Whider trowe this mon ha the wey take,

he hath set his o fot is other to-foren;

For non hithte that he hath ne sytht me hym ner shake, he is the sloweste mon that ever wes y-boren; Wher he were othe feld pycchynde stake,

for hope of ys thornes to dutten is doren, He mot myd is twy-byl other trous make, other al is dayes werk ther were y-loren.

This ilke mon upon heh when er he were,
wher he were ythe mone boren ant y-fed,
He leneth on is forke ase a grey frere,
this crokede caynard sore he is a-dred;
Hit is mony day go that he was here,

ichot of is ernde he nath nout y-sped.
He hath hewe sum wher a burthen of brere,
tharefore sum hay-ward hath taken ys wed.

3ef thy wed ys y-take, bring hom the trous, sete forth thyn other fot, stryd over sty; We shule preye the hay-wart hom to ur hous, ant maken hym at heyse for the maystry; Drynke to hym deorly of fol god bous,

ant oure dame douse shal sitten hym by, When that he is dronke ase a dreynt mous, thenne we shule borewe the wed ate bayly.

This mon hereth me nout, thah ich to hym crye; ichot the cherl is def, the Del hym to-drawe! Thah ich zeze upon heth nulle nout hye.

the lostlase ladde con nout o lawe.

Hupe forth, Hubert, hosede pye,

ichot thart a-marstled in to the mawe. Thah me teone with hym that myn teh mye, the cherld nul nout a-doun er the day dawe.

XL.

[Fol. 128, ro.

ro.]

LUTEL Wot hit

anymon,

how love hym haveth y-bounde,

That for us othe rode ron,

ant bohte us with is wounde.

The love of him us haveth y-maked sounde,

Ant y-cast the grimly gost to grounde;

Ever ant oo, nyht ant day, he haveth us in is thohte,

He nul nout leose that he so deore bohte.

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