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Now stood the lordes squier at the bord, |
580 | That karf his mete, and herde word by word |
| Of alle thynges whiche I have yow sayd. |
| "My lord," quod he, "be ye nat yvele apayd, |
| I koude telle, for a gowne-clooth, |
| To yow, sire frere, so ye be nat wrooth, |
585 | How that this fart sholde evene deled be |
| Among youre covent, if it lyked me." |
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| Now the lord's squire stood ready near the board |
580 | To carve his meat, and he heard, word for word, |
| All of the things that I to you have said. |
| "My lord," said he, "be not ill pleased indeed; |
| For I could tell, for cloth to make a gown, |
| To you, sir friar, so you do not frown, |
585 | How this said fart evenly doled could be |
| Among your fellows, if the thing pleased me." |
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