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This Alison answerde, "Who is ther |
| That knokketh so? I warante it a theef." |
| "Why, nay," quod he, "God woot, my sweete leef, |
| 685 | I am thyn Absolon, my deerelyng. |
| Of gold," quod he, "I have thee broght a ryng. |
| My mooder yaf it me, so God me save; |
| Ful fyn it is, and therto wel ygrave. |
| This wol I yeve thee, if thou me kisse." |
| 690 | This Nicholas was risen for to pisse, |
| And thoughte he wolde amenden al the jape; |
| He sholde kisse his ers er that he scape. |
| And up the wyndowe dide he hastily, |
| And out his ers he putteth pryvely |
| 695 | Over the buttok, to the haunche-bon; |
| And therwith spak this clerk, this Absolon, |
| "Spek, sweete bryd, I noot nat where thou art." |
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This Alison replied: "Now who is there? |
| And who knocks so? I'll warrant it's a thief." |
| "Why no," quoth he, "God knows, my sweet roseleaf, |
| 685 | I am your Absalom, my own darling! |
| Of gold," quoth he, "I have brought you a ring; |
| My mother gave it me, as I'll be saved; |
| Fine gold it is, and it is well engraved; |
| This will I give you for another kiss." |
| 690 | This Nicholas had risen for a piss, |
| And thought that it would carry on the jape |
| To have his arse kissed by this jack-a-nape. |
| And so he opened window hastily, |
| And put his arse out thereat, quietly, |
| 695 | Over the buttocks, showing the whole bum; |
| And thereto said this clerk, this Absalom, |
| "O speak, sweet bird, I know not where thou art." |
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