and the proctor The proctoure went a lytylÌ´lÌ´ to wyde
tumbles into the He felÌ´lÌ´ downe by and by. 450
cellar, Whan he in to þe seller felle,
and thinks he is He wente to haue sonke in to helle,
going to hell. He was in hart fulÌ´lÌ´ sory. 453
The stuard lokyd on the knyght,
The steward asks And seyd "proctoure, for godes myght,
him to sit down; Come and sytt vs by." 456
The proctoure began to stare,
he doesn't know For he was he wyst neu_er_ whare, THE PROCTOR
where he is, Butt wele he knewe þe knyght CAN'T 459
And the stuard þat swyngelyd þe lyne. MAKE OUT
but asks what the He seyd "syres, for godes pyne, WHERE HE
Lord and steward What do ye here thys nygħt?" HAS GOT 462
are after there, The stuard seyd, "god geue the care, TO.
Thowe camyst to loke howe we fare,
Nowe helpe þis lyne were dyght." 465
He stode styl̴l̴ in a gret þought,
What to answer he wyst noght:
"By mary fulÌ´lÌ´ of myght," 468
working the wife's The proctoure seyd, "what do ye in þis yn_e_
flax; For to bete thys wyfees lyne?
[leaf 184, back] For Ih_esus_ loue, ffulÌ´lÌ´ of myght," 471
The proctoure seyd ryght as he þougħt,
he, the proctor, "For me yt schal̴l̴ be euyl̴l̴ wrougħt
will never do the And I may see arygħt, 474
like, For I lernyd neu_er_ in lon{d+}
it's not his For to haue a swyngelÌ´lÌ´ in hond
trade. By day nor be nyght." 477
The steward says, The stuard seyd, "as good as þoū.