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"The devel," quod she, "so fecche hym er he deye, |
365 | And panne and al, but he wol hym repente!" |
| "Nay, olde stot, that is nat myn entente, |
| Quod this somonour, "for to repente me |
| For any thyng that I have had of thee. |
| I wolde I hadde thy smok and every clooth!" |
370 | "Now, brother," quod the devel, "be nat wrooth; |
| Thy body and this panne been myne by right. |
| Thou shalt with me to helle yet to-nyght, |
| Where thou shalt knowen of oure privetee |
| Moore than a maister of dyvynytee." |
375 | And with that word this foule feend hym hente; |
| Body and soule he with the devel wente |
| Where as that somonours han hir heritage. |
| And God, that maked after his ymage |
| Mankynde, save and gyde us, alle and some, |
380 | And leve thise somonours goode men bicome! |
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"The Devil," said she, "take him alive today, |
365 | And pan and all, unless he will repent!" |
| "Nay, you old heifer, it's not my intent," |
| The summoner said, "for pardon now to sue |
| Because of aught that I have had from you; |
| I would I had your smock and all your clo'es." |
370 | "Nay, brother," said the devil, "easy goes; |
| Your body and this pan are mine by right. |
| And you shall come to hell with me tonight, |
| Where you shall learn more of our privity |
| Than any doctor of divinity." |
375 | And with that word this foul fiend to him bent; |
| Body and soul he with the devil went |
| Where summoners have their rightful heritage. |
| And God, Who made after his own image |
| Mankind, now save and guide us, all and some; |
380 | And grant that summoners good men become! |
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