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This frere bosteth that he knoweth helle, |
This friar boasts that he knows hell, |
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And God it woot, that it is litel wonder; |
And God knows that it is little wonder; |
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Freres and feendes been but lyte asonder. |
Friars and fiends are seldom far apart. |
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For, pardee, ye han ofte tyme herd telle |
For, pardon, you have often times heard tell |
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How that a frere ravyshed was to helle |
How a friar was taken to hell |
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In spirit ones by a visioun; |
In spirit, once by a vision; |
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And as an angel ladde hym up and doun, |
And as an angel led him up and down, |
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To shewen hym the peynes that the were, |
To show him the pains that were there, |
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In al the place saugh he nat a frere; |
In the whole place he saw not one friar; |
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Of oother folk he saugh ynowe in wo. |
He saw enough of other folk in woe. |
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Unto this angel spak the frere tho: |
The friar spoke to the angel this way: |
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Now, sire, quod he, han freres swich a grace |
"Now sir," said he, "Are friars in such good grace |
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That noon of hem shal come to this place? |
That none of them come to this place?" |
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Yis, quod this aungel, many a millioun! |
"Yes," answered the angel, "many a million!" |
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And unto sathanas he ladde hym doun. |
And the angel led him down to Satan. |
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--And now hath sathanas,--seith he,--a tayl |
He said, "And Satan has a tail, |
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Brodder than of a carryk is the sayl. |
Broader than a large ship's sail. |
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Hold up thy tayl, thou sathanas!--quod he; |
Hold up your tail, Satan!" he ordered. |
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--shewe forth thyn ers, and lat the frere se |
"Show your ass, and let the friar see |
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Where is the nest of freres in this place!-- |
Where the nest of friars is in this place!" |
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And er that half a furlong wey of space, |
And before half a furlong of space, |
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Right so as bees out swarmen from an hyve, |
Just as bees swarm from a hive, |
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Out of the develes ers ther gonne dryve |
Out of the devil's ass there drove |
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Twenty thousand freres on a route, |
Twenty thousand friars on a route, |
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And thurghout helle swarmed al aboute, |
And they swarmed all over hell, |
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And comen agayn as faste as they may gon, |
And came again as fast as they had gone, |
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And in his ers they crepten everychon. |
And every one crept back into his ass. |
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He clapte his tayl agayn and lay ful stille. |
He clapped his tail again and lay very still. |