Ther been ful goode wyues many oon And evir a thousand good ayens oon badde That knowyst thou wel thy self / but if thou be madde Why artow angry / wit my tale now I haue a wyf pardee / as wel as thow Yet nolde I / for the oxen in my plough Take vp on me / moore than ynough From Ii Though that thou deme thy self that thou arte oone As demen of my self / that I were oon I wol bileeue wel / that I am noon An housbonde / shal noght been inquisityf /Of goddes pryuetee / nor of his wyf From Dl Sche awghtte nowt to yeve a cowntis as a Reve From Dl ¶ I warne the wel it stant in owre be leve From Dl ¶Wee husbonde men yif wee leue wel From Dl ¶Owre damys thyng schal wantte never adel So he may fynde / goddes foyson there Of the remenant nedeth noght enquere ¶ What sholde I moore seyn / but this Millere He nolde his wordes / for no man forbere But tolde his cherles tale / in his manere Me athynketh / that I shal reherce it heere And therfore / euery gentil wight I preye Demeth noght for goddes loue / that I seye Of yuel entente / but for I moot reherse Hir tales alle / be they bet or werse Or ellis falsen / som of my matere And therfore / who so list it noght yhere Turne ouer the leef / and chese another tale From Fi ¶And who lyste not here hit chese a nother tale