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The lord, the lady, and ech man, save the frere, |
| Seyde that Jankyn spak, in this matere, |
| 625 | As wel as Euclide dide or Ptholomee. |
| Touchynge the cherl, they seyde, subtiltee |
| And heigh wit made hym speken as he spak; |
| He nys no fool, ne no demonyak. |
| And Jankyn hath ywonne a newe gowne. - |
| 630 | My tale is doon; we been almost at towne. |
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The lord, the lady, and each man, save the friar, |
| Agreed that Jenkin spoke, as classifier, |
| 625 | As well as Euclid or as Ptolemy. |
| Touching the churl, they said that subtlety |
| And great wit taught him how to make his crack. |
| He was no fool, nor a demoniac. |
| And Jenkin by this means has won a gown. |
| 630 | My tale is done, we're almost into town. |
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