"A SHREWED CONCLUSIOUN." But I on oother wise may be awreke,1 505 I shal disclaundre hym, over al ther I speke,— To parte 2 that wol nat departed be, - The lord sat stille, as he were in a traunce, O vile proude cherl! I shrewe his face! 12,272 Ey, nyce cherl? God lete thee nevere thee! And evere it wasteth, litel and litel awey. 4 Ther is no man kan demen, by my fey! If that it were departed equally. What, lo, my cherl, lo, yet how shrewedly, Elles. MS. has "but I on him oother weyes be wreke." Divide Cursed malicious. • Judge. Un-to my confessour to day he spak; 12,281 I holde hym certeyn a demonyak. The wordes of the lordes Squier and his kerv ere for departynge of the fart on twelve. Now stood the lordes Squier at the bord That karf his mete, and herde word by word Of alle thynges whiche that I have sayd; 'My lord," quod he, "beth nat yvele apayd;1 I koude telle for a gowne-clooth To yow, sire frere, so ye be nat wrooth, 12,290 How that this fart evene delt shal be Among youre covent, if it lyked me." "Tel," quod the lord, "and thou shalt have anon A gowne-clooth, by God, and by Seint John!" "My lord," quod he, "whan that the weder is fair, With-outen wynd, or perturbynge of air, why? - woot ye 12,300 For thritten 2 is a covent, as I gesse ; 1 Dissatisfied. 2 Elles. MS. has "twelve." WORDES OF THE LORDES SQUIER. 507 Shal parfourne up1 the nombre of his covent. Thanne shal they knele doun, by oon assent, And to every spokes ende, in this manere, Ful sadly leye his nose shal a frere. 2 Youre noble confessour there, God hym save! 12,320 That equally the soun of it wol wende, (7855 T.) He bereth hym so faire and hoolily." The lord, the lady, and alle men save the frere, Seyden that Jankyn spak in this matere 12,330 1 Complete. Firmly. The centre of the wheel. Taut. As wel as Euclude, or Protholomee, And Jankyn hath ywonne a newe gowne. we been almoost at towne. Halt for Dinner, at Sittingbourne. Heere folweth The Prologe of the Clerkes Tale of Oxenford. "Sire Clerk of Oxenford," oure Hooste sayde, (7877 T.) "Ye ryde as coy and stille as dooth a mayde "For Goddes sake! as beth of bettre cheere! THE CLERK'S PROLOGUE. 509 Heigh style, as whan that men to kynges write; Speketh so pleyn at this tyme, we yow preye, That we may understonde what ye seye." This worthy clerk benignely answerde, "Hoost," quod he, " I am under youre yerde,' Ye han of us, as now, the governance, And therfore wol I do yow obeisance As fer as resoun axeth hardily.2 I wol yow telle a tale which that I 12,360 I prey to God so geve his soule reste ! (7906 T.) 66 Fraunceys Petrak, the lauriat poete, Highte this clerk whos rethorike sweete Enlumyned al Ytaille of poetrie,— 8 As Lynyan dide of philosophie, Or lawe, or oother art particuler, 4 But deeth, that wol nat suffre us * dwellen heer, I seye that first with heigh stile he enditeth, A prohemye, in the which discryveth he 1 Orders (literally, rod) • Certainly. Not in Elles. MS. 5 Piedmont. Saluzzo. John cf Lignano |