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THE CANONS YEOMANS TALE(第3页)

allthatihaveinmypossession.

heisamanofhighdiscretion.

iwarnyouwell,heisapassing*man."*surpassing,extraordinary

well,"quothourhost,"ipraytheetellmethan,

isheaclerk,*orno?tellwhatheis."*scholar,priest

"nay,heisgreaterthanaclerk,y-wis,"**certainly

saidethisyeoman;"and,inwordesfew,

host,ofhiscraftsomewhatiwillyoushew,

isay,mylordcan*suchasubtlety*knows

(butallhiscraftyemaynotweet*ofme,*learn

andsomewhathelpiyettohisworking),

thatallthegroundonwhichweberiding

tillthatweetocanterburytown,

hecouldallcleaurnenupsodown,

andpaveitallofsilverandofgold."

andwhenthisyeomanhadthistaletold

untoourhost,hesaid;"bendicite!

thisthingiswondermarvelloustome,

sincethatthylordisofsohighprudence,

becauseofwhichmenshouldhimreverence,

thatofhisworship*reckethhesolite;***honour**little

his*overestslop*itisnotworthamite*uppergarment*

asineffecttohim,somayigo;

itisallbaudy*andto-torealso.*slovenly

whyisthylordsos露ttish,itheepray,

andisofpowerbetterclothestobey,**buy

ordethwiththyspeech?

tellemethat,andthatitheebeseech."

"why?"quoththisyeoman,"wheretoaskyeme?

godhelpmeso,forheshallneverthe**thrive

(butiwillnotavowe*thatisay,*admit