| | For it is but a lityl whyle a go | |
| 235 | Prey eke for vs we sinful folk vnstabil | |
| | That of his mercy / god so merciable | |
| | On vs his grete mercy multiplye | |
| | For Reuerence of his modir Mary | |
| | ¶ Here endith the Prioressez tale . | |
| | W | Han sayd was this myrakil euery man | |
| | As sobir was that wonder was to se | |
| | Til that our ost to iapyn began | |
| | And than at erst he lokid vp on me | |
| 5 | And sayde thus what maner mā art thou qd he | |
| | Thou lokist as thou woldist fynde an hare | |
| | For euer vp on the ground I se the stare | |
| | Approche neer and loke vp merily | |
| | Now ware sirs and lete this man haue place | |
| 10 | He is shape in the wast as wel as I | |
| | This were a Popet in an arm to embrace | |
| | For ony woman smal and fair of face | |
| | He semyth eluyssh be his countenaunce | |
| | For vnto no wight doth he daliaunce | |
| 15 | Say now sumwhat syn other folk haue said | |
| | Tel vs a tale of mirthe and that anon | |
| | Hoste quod I ne be not euyl apaid | |
| | For othir tale certeyn can I noon | |
| | But of a Ryme I lernyd longe a goon | |
| 20 | Ye quod he that is good ynow let vs here | |
| | Som deynte thing me thynkith be thy chere | |
| | . Ryme of sir Topas . | |
| | L | Esten lordis in good entent | |
