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THE TALE(第19页)

untomyconfessourto-dayhespake;

iholdhimcertainadeniac.

noweatyourmeat,andletthechurlgoplay,

lethimgohanghimselfadevilway!"

nowstoodthelordessquierattheboard,

thatcarvdhismeat,andheardewordbyword

ofallthisthing,whichthatihaveyousaid.

"mylord,"quothhe,"beyenot*evilpaid,**displeased*

icouldetelle,foragowne-cloth,**clothforagown*

toyou,sirfriar,sothatyebenotwrot,

howthatthisfartshouldeven*dealedbe*equally

angyourconvent,ifitlikedthee."

"tell,"quoththelord,"andthoushalthaveanon

agowne-cloth,bygodandbysaintjohn."

"mylord,"quothhe,"whenthattheweatherisfair,

withoutewind,orperturbingofair,

let*bringacart-wheelhereintothishall,cause*

butlookethatithaveitsspokesall;

twelvespokeshathacart-wheelnly;

andbringmethentwelvefriars,knowyewhy?

forthirteenisaconventasiguess;

yourconfessorhere,forhisworthiness,

shall*performup*thenumberofhisconvent.*plete*

thenshalltheykneeladownbyoneassent,

andtoeachspokesend,inthismannere,

fullsadly*layhisnoseshallafrere;*carefully,steadily

yournobleconfessorthere,godhimsave,

shallholdhisnoseuprightunderthenave.

thenshallthischurl,withbellystiffandtought**tight

asanytabour,*hitherbey-brought;*drum

andsethinthewheelrightofthiscart