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Thanne gan oure Hoost to laughen wonder loude, |
95 | And seyde, "I se wel it is necessarie |
| Where that we goon, that drynke we with us carie. |
| For that wol turne rancour and disese |
| T'acord and love and many a wrong apese. |
| O thou Bacus, yblessed be thy name, |
100 | That so kanst turnen ernest into game! |
| Worshipe and thank be to thy deitee! |
| Of that mateere ye gete namoore of me, |
| Telle on thy tale, Manciple, I thee preye." |
| "Wel, sire," quod he, "now herkneth what I seye." |
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Then did our host break into laughter loud, |
95 | And said: "I see well it is necessary, |
| Where'er we go, good drink with us we carry; |
| For that will turn rancour and all unease |
| To accord and love, and many a wrong appease. |
| "O Bacchus, thou, all blessed be thy name |
100 | Who canst so turn stern earnest into game! |
| Honour and thanks be to thy deity! |
| Concerning which you'll get no more from me. |
| Tell on your tale, good manciple, I pray." |
| "Well, sir," said he, "now hear what I will say." |
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