THE TALE（第17页）

thatwouldnothaveabominatioun

ofthatihavereceivedinyourtown:

andyetnegrievethmenothingsosore，

asthattheoldechurl，withlockeshoar，

blasphemedhathourholyconventeke."

"now，master，"quoththislord，"iyoubeseek"—

"nomaster，sir，"quothhe，"butservitour，

thoughihavehadinschoolethathonour.

godlikethnot，thatmenusrabbicall

neitherinmarket，norinyourlargehall."

*"noforce，"*quothhe;"buttellmeallyourgrief."*nomatter*

sir，"quoththisfriar，"anodiousmischief

thisdaybetid*istomineorderandme，*befallen

andsoparconsequencetoeachdegree

ofholychurche，godamenditsoon."

"sir，"quoththelord，"yeknowwhatistodoon:**do

*distempryounot，*yebemyconfessour.*benotimpatient*

yebethesaltofthearth，andthesavour;

forgoddesloveyourpatiencenowhold;

tellmeyourgrief."andheanonhimtold

asyehaveheardbefore，yeknowwellwhat.

theladyofthehouseayestillersat，

tillshehadheardewhatthefriarsaid，

"hey，goddesther;"quothshe，"blissfulmaid，

isthereoughtelles?tellmefaithfully."

"madame，"quothhe，"howthinkethyouthereby?"

"howthinkethme?"quothshe;"sogodmespeed，

isay，achurlhathdoneachurlishdeed，

whatshouldisay?godlethimneverthe;**thrive

hissickeheadisfullofvanity;

iholdhimin*amannerphrenesy."**asortoffrenzy*