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THE TALE(第5页)

aleinanswered,"john,andwiltthouso?

thenwillibebeneathe,bymycrown,

andseehowthatthemealefallsadown

intothetrough,thatshallbemydisport*:*amusement

for,john,infaithimaybeofyoursort;

iisasillamillerasisye."

thismillersmiledattheirnicety*,*simplicity

andthought,"allthisisdonebutforawile.

theyweenen*thatnomanmaythembeguile,*think

butbymythriftyetshallibleartheireye,

forallthesleightintheirphilosophy.

there*quainteknackes*thattheymake,*oddlittletricks*

therewillistealwhenthatitake.

insteadofflouryetwilligivethembren*.*bra

thegreatestclerksarenotthewisestmen,

aswhilomtothewolfthusspakethemare:

ofalltheirartnecountinotatare."

outatthedoorhewentfullprivily,

whenthathesawhistime,softely.

helookedupanddown,untilhefound

theclerkeshorse,thereashestoody-bound

behindthemill,underalevesell:**arbour

andtothehorsehewenthimfairandwell,

andstrippedoffthebridlerightanon.

andwhenthehorsewasloose,hegantogon

towardthefen,wherewildemaresrun,

forth,with"wehee!"throughthickandekethroughthin.

thismillerwentagain,nowordhesaid,

butdidhisnote*,andwiththeseclerkesplayd,*business

tillthattheircornwasfairandwelly-ground.

andwhenthemealwassackedandy-bound,