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THE TALE(第6页)

thereisnofowlthatflyet混♂derheaven

thatsheshallnotwel露nderstandhissteven,**speech,sound

andknowhismeaningopenlyandplain,

andanswerhiminhislanguageagain:

andeverygrassthatgrowethuponroot

sheshallekeknow,towhomitwilldoboot,**remedy

allbehiswoundesneersodeepandwide.

thisnakedsword,thathangethbymyside,

suchvirtuehath,thatwhatmanthatitsmite,

throughouthisaruritwillcarveandbite,

wereitasthickasisabranchedoak:

andwhatmanisy-woundedwiththestroke

shallneerbewhole,tillthatyoulist,ofgrace,

tostrokehimwiththeflatinthilke*place*thesame

whereheishurt;thisisasmuchtosayn,

yemustewiththeflatteswordagai

strokehimuponthewound,anditwillclose.

thisistheverysooth,withouteglose;**deceit

itfailethnot,whileitisinyourhold."

andwhenthisknighthadthushistaletold,

herodeoutofthehall,anddownhelight.

hissteede,whichthatshoneassunnebright,

stoodinthecourtasstillasanystone.

theknightistohischamberledanon,

andisunarmed,andtomeaty-set.**seated

thesepresentsbefullrichelyy-fet,*—*fetched

thisistosay,theswordandthemirrour,—

andborneanonintothehighetowr,

withcertainofficersordaindtherefor

anduntocanacetheringisbore