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"Nay, ther thou lixt, thou Somonour!" quod the Frere. |
| "Pees," quod oure Hoost, "for Cristes mooder deere! |
| Tel forth thy tale, and spare it nat at al." |
100 | "So thryve I," quod this Somonour, "so I shal!" |
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| "Nay, there you lie, you summoner!" cried the friar. |
| "Peace, for Christ's Mother's sake, call no one liar!" |
| Our host said. "Tell your tale, nor spare at all." |
100 | "So thrive I," said this summoner, "that I shall." |
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