The Summoner's Tale
Folio 108v
1 of 17 folios
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Hold vp þy tayl þou Sathanas quod he
Schew forth þyn ars and let þe frere se
Wher is þe nest of freres in þis place /
And er þan half a forlong way of space
Right so as bees swarmen out of an hyue
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Out of þe deueles ers þay gonne dryue
Twenty þousand freres on a route /
And þorugh out helle swarmed al aboute /
And comen as fast as þay may goon
And in his ers þay crepen euerich oon
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He clappid his tayl agayn and lay ful stille
This frere whan he loked had his fille
Vpon þe torment of þis sory place
His spirit god restored of his grace /
Vnto his body agayn and he awook
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But naþeles for fere ȝit he quook
So was þe deueles ers ȝit in his mynde /
That is his heritage of verray kynde /
God saue ȝow alle saue þis cursed frere /
My proloug wol I ende in þis manere
LOrdyngs þer is . in Engelond I gesse
A mersschly lond called holdernesse
In which þer went a lymytour aboute
To preche and eek to begge it is no doute
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And so bifel it . on a day þis frere
Had preched at a chirch in his manere
And specially abouen euery þing
Excited he þe poepul in his preching
To trentals and to ȝiue for goddis sake
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Wher þat men mighten holy soules make
Ther as diuine seruys is honoured
Nought þer as it is wasted and deuoured
Neither it needeþ not for to be ȝiue
As to possessioneres þat mow lyue
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Thanked be god in wele and abundaunce
Trentals sayd he delyuereth fro penaunce
Her frendes soules as wel eld as ȝonge
Ȝe whanne þat þay hastily ben songe