| Our oste than spak a sir ye sholde be hende | |
| And certis a man of your astat | |
| In company we wol haue no debaat | |
25 | Tellith your tale and leet the sompnour be | |
| Nay quod the sompnour let hym say by me | |
| What so hym list when it comyth to my lot | |
| Be god I shal hym quyte euery grot | |
| I shal hym telle whiche a gret honour | |
30 | It is to be a flateryng lymytour | |
| And of many another maner cryme | |
| Whiche nedith not to reherce at this tyme | |
| And his office I shal hym telle ywis | |
| Our ost answerde pes nomore of this | |
35 | And aftir this he sayde vnto the frere | |
| Tel forth your tale myn owyn maister dere | |
| ¶ Here endith the Freris prolog . | |
| ¶ And here begynneth his tale . | |
| W | Hilom ther was duellyng in my contre | |
| An archedekyn a man of high degre | |
| That boldly did ful many an execucion | |
| In punysshynge of euery fornicacion | |
5 | Of whichecraft and eke of baudrye | |
| Of diffamacion and auoutrye | |
| Of chirche Reuys and of testamentis | |
| Of contract and of lak of sacrementis | |
| Of vsurye and eke of symonye also | |
10 | But certis lechours did he muche woo | |
| They sholde syngen yf that they were hent | |
| And smale tithers also were foule shent | |