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To hym this maister called his squier, |
| And seyde hym thus: "Is redy oure soper? |
| Almoost an houre it is, I undertake, |
| Sith I yow bad oure soper for to make, |
| 505 | Whan that thise worthy men wenten with me |
| Into my studie, ther as my bookes be." |
| "Sire," quod this squier, "whan it liketh yow, |
| It is al redy, though ye wol right now." |
| "Go we thanne soupe," quod he, "as for the beste. |
| 510 | Thise amorous folk somtyme moote han hir reste." |
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| Then unto him this master called his squire, |
| And asked him thus: "Is supper ready, sir? |
| Almost an hour it is, I'll undertake, |
| Since I bade you our evening meal to make, |
| 505 | When these two gentlemen came in with me |
| Into my study, wherein my books be." |
| "Sir," said this squire then, "when it pleases you |
| It is all ready, though you will right now." |
| "Then let us eat," said he, "for that is best; |
| 510 | These amorous folk must sometime have some rest." |
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