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MLT 1163 [Owre Hoost upon his stiropes stood anon,
MLT 1164 And seyde, " Goode men, herkeneth everych on!
MLT 1165 This was a thrifty tale for the nones!
MLT 1166 Sir Parisshe Prest, " quod he, " for Goddes bones,
MLT 1167 Telle us a tale, as was thi forward yore.
MLT 1168 I se wel that ye lerned men in lore
MLT 1169 Can moche good, by Goddes dignitee! "
MLT 1170 The Parson him answerde, " Benedicite!
MLT 1171 What eyleth the man, so synfully to swere? "
MLT 1172 Oure Host answerde, " O Jankin, be ye there?
MLT 1173 I smelle a Lollere in the wynd, " quod he.
MLT 1174 " Now! goode men, " quod oure Hoste, " herkeneth me;
MLT 1175 Abydeth, for Goddes digne passioun,
MLT 1176 For we schal han a predicacioun;
MLT 1177 This Lollere heer wil prechen us somwhat. "
MLT 1178 " Nay, by my fader soule, that schal he nat! "
MLT 1179 Seyde the Shipman, " Heer schal he nat preche;
MLT 1180 He schal no gospel glosen here ne teche.
MLT 1181 We leven alle in the grete God, " quod he;
MLT 1182 " He wolde sowen som difficulte,
MLT 1183 Or springen cokkel in our clene corn.
MLT 1184 And therfore, Hoost, I warne thee biforn,
MLT 1185 My joly body schal a tale telle,
MLT 1186 And I schal clynken you so mery a belle,
MLT 1187 That I schal waken al this compaignie.
MLT 1188 But it schal not ben of philosophie,
MLT 1189 Ne phislyas, ne termes queinte of lawe.
MLT 1190 Ther is but litel Latyn in my mawe! " ]


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