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This thing was graunted, and our othes swore With ful glad herte, and preyden him also That he wold vouche-sauf for to do so, And that he wolde been our governour, And of our tales Iuge and reportour, And sette a soper at a certeyn prys; And we wold reuled been at his devys, In heigh and lowe; and thus, by oon assent, We been acorded to his Iugement. And ther-upon the wyn was fet anon; We dronken, and to reste wente echon, With-outen any lenger taryinge. This thing was graunted, and our othes swore With ful glad herte, and preyden him also That he wold vouche-sauf for to do so, And that he wolde been our governour, And of our tales Iuge and reportour, And sette a soper at a certeyn prys; And we wold reuled been at his devys, In heigh and lowe; and thus, by oon assent, We been acorded to his Iugement. And ther-upon the wyn was fet anon; We dronken, and to reste wente echon, With-outen any lenger taryinge.
A-morwe, whan that day bigan to springe, Up roos our host, and was our aller cok, And gadrede us togidre, alle in a flok, And forth we riden, a litel more than pas, Unto the watering of seint Thomas. And there our host bigan his hors areste, And seyde; ‘Lordinges, herkneth, if yow leste. Ye woot your forward, and I it yow recorde. If even-song and morwe-song acorde, Lat se now who shal telle the firste tale. As ever mote I drinke wyn or ale, Who-so be rebel to my Iugement Shal paye for al that by the weye is spent. Now draweth cut, er that we ferrer twinne; He which that hath the shortest shal biginne. Sire knight,’ quod he, ‘my maister and my lord, Now draweth cut, for that is myn acord. Cometh neer,’ quod he, ‘my lady prioresse; And ye, sir clerk, lat be your shamfastnesse, Ne studieth noght; ley hond to, every man.’ A-morwe, whan that day bigan to springe, Up roos our host, and was our aller cok, And gadrede us togidre, alle in a flok, And forth we riden, a litel more than pas, Unto the watering of seint Thomas. And there our host bigan his hors areste, And seyde; ‘Lordinges, herkneth, if yow leste. Ye woot your forward, and I it yow recorde. If even-song and morwe-song acorde, Lat se now who shal telle the firste tale. As ever mote I drinke wyn or ale, Who-so be rebel to my Iugement Shal paye for al that by the weye is spent. Now draweth cut, er that we ferrer twinne; He which that hath the shortest shal biginne. Sire knight,’ quod he, ‘my maister and my lord, Now draweth cut, for that is myn acord. Cometh neer,’ quod he, ‘my lady prioresse; And ye, sir clerk, lat be your shamfastnesse, Ne studieth noght; ley hond to, every man.’

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This thing was graunted, and our othes swore With ful glad herte, and preyden him also That he wold vouche-sauf for to do so, And that he wolde been our governour, And of our tales Iuge and reportour, And sette a soper at a certeyn prys; And we wold reuled been at his devys, In heigh and lowe; and thus, by oon assent, We been acorded to his Iugement. And ther-upon the wyn was fet anon; We dronken, and to reste wente echon, With-outen any lenger taryinge. This thing was graunted, and our othes swore With ful glad herte, and preyden him also That he wold vouche-sauf for to do so, And that he wolde been our governour, And of our tales Iuge and reportour, And sette a soper at a certeyn prys; And we wold reuled been at his devys, In heigh and lowe; and thus, by oon assent, We been acorded to his Iugement. And ther-upon the wyn was fet anon; We dronken, and to reste wente echon, With-outen any lenger taryinge.
A-morwe, whan that day bigan to springe, Up roos our host, and was our aller cok, And gadrede us togidre, alle in a flok, And forth we riden, a litel more than pas, Unto the watering of seint Thomas. And there our host bigan his hors areste, And seyde; ‘Lordinges, herkneth, if yow leste. Ye woot your forward, and I it yow recorde. If even-song and morwe-song acorde, Lat se now who shal telle the firste tale. As ever mote I drinke wyn or ale, Who-so be rebel to my Iugement Shal paye for al that by the weye is spent. Now draweth cut, er that we ferrer twinne; He which that hath the shortest shal biginne. Sire knight,’ quod he, ‘my maister and my lord, Now draweth cut, for that is myn acord. Cometh neer,’ quod he, ‘my lady prioresse; And ye, sir clerk, lat be your shamfastnesse, Ne studieth noght; ley hond to, every man.’ A-morwe, whan that day bigan to springe, Up roos our host, and was our aller cok, And gadrede us togidre, alle in a flok, And forth we riden, a litel more than pas, Unto the watering of seint Thomas. And there our host bigan his hors areste, And seyde; ‘Lordinges, herkneth, if yow leste. Ye woot your forward, and I it yow recorde. If even-song and morwe-song acorde, Lat se now who shal telle the firste tale. As ever mote I drinke wyn or ale, Who-so be rebel to my Iugement Shal paye for al that by the weye is spent. Now draweth cut, er that we ferrer twinne; He which that hath the shortest shal biginne. Sire knight,’ quod he, ‘my maister and my lord, Now draweth cut, for that is myn acord. Cometh neer,’ quod he, ‘my lady prioresse; And ye, sir clerk, lat be your shamfastnesse, Ne studieth noght; ley hond to, every man.’