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The Summoner comments on the Friar's tale
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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Summoner's Prologue
lines 19-44: Where friars come from according to the Summoner


       'Now, sire,' quod he, 'han freres swich a grace
20That noon of hem shal come to this place?'
       'Yis,' quod this angel, 'many a millioun!'
And unto Sathanas he ladde hym doun.
'And now hath Sathanas,' seith he, 'a tayl
Brodder than of a carryk is the sayl.
25Hold up thy tayl, thou Sathanas!' quod he;
'Shewe forth thyn ers, and lat the frere se
Where is the nest of freres in this place!'
And er that half a furlong wey of space,
Right so as bees out swarmen from an hyve,
30Out of the develes ers ther gonne dryve
Twenty thousand freres on a route,
And thurghout helle swarmed al aboute,
And comen agayn as faste as they may gon,
And in his ers they crepten everychon.
35He clapte his tayl agayn and lay ful stille.
This frere, whan he looked hadde his fille
Upon the tormentz of this sory place,
His spirit God restored, of his grace,
Unto his body agayn, and he awook.
40But natheles, for fere yet he quook,
So was the develes ers ay in his mynde,
That is his heritage of verray kynde.
God save yow alle, save this cursed frere!
My prologe wol I ende in this manere."
       'Now, sir,' said he, 'have friars such a grace
20That none of them shall come into this place?'
'Nay,' said the angel, 'millions here are thrown!'
And unto Sathanas he led him down.
'And now has Sathanas,' said he, 'a tail
Broader than of a galleon is the sail.
25Hold up thy tail, thou Sathanas!' said he,
'Show forth thine arse and let the friar see
Where is the nest of friars in this place!'
And before one might go half a furlong's space,
Just as the bees come swarming from a hive,
30Out of the Devil's arse-hole there did drive
Full twenty thousand friars in a rout,
And through all Hell they swarmed and ran about.
And came again, as fast as they could run,
And in his arse they crept back, every one.
35He clapped his tail to and then lay right still.
This friar, when he'd looked at length his fill
Upon the torments of that sorry place,
His spirit God restored, of His high grace,
Into his body, and he did awake;
40Nevertheless for terror did he quake
So was the Devil's arse-hole in his mind,
Which is his future home, and like in kind.
God save all but this cursed friar here;
My prologue ends thus; to my tale give ear."




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