| | Here endith the Freris tale . | |
| | And begynnyth the Sompnours prolog . | |
| | T | His Sompnour in his stirop high stood | |
| | Vp on this frere his herte was so wood | |
| | That lik an aspin leef he quook for yre | |
| | Lordingis quod he o thing I desire | |
| 5 | I you beseche of your curtesye | |
| | Sithe ye haue herd this fals frere lye | |
| | As suffrith me I may a tale telle | |
| | This frere bostith that he knoweth helle | |
| | And god woot that is litil wonder | |
| 10 | Freris and fendis been but litil a sunder | |
| | For parde ye haue ofte tyme herd telle | |
| | How that a frere rauysshed was to helle | |
| | In spirit onys by auysioun | |
| | And as an aungil ledde hym vp and doun | |
| 15 | To shewe hym the preuytes that were there | |
| | In al the place saw he not a frere | |
| | Of othir folk he saw ynowe in wo | |
| | Vnto this aungil spak this frere tho | |
| | Now sire quod he haue freris suche a grace | |
| 20 | That non of hem shal come in this place | |
| | Yes quod the aungel many a myllioun | |
| | And vnto Sathanas he ladde hym a doun | |
| | And now hath Sathanas suche a tayl | |
| | Bradder than of a Carik is the sayl | |
| 25 | Hold vp thy tayl thou Sathanas quod he | |
| | Shew forth thyn ars and let the frere se | |
| | Where is the nest of Freris in this place | |
