| Whiche he ridith on than he shulde with me stryue | |
80 | I wol not wrath hym so mote I thryue | |
| That I spak I sayde it but in bourde | |
| And wite ye wel I haue here in my gourde | |
| A draughte of wyne ye of a rype grape | |
| And right anone ye shul se a good Iape | |
85 | This cook shal drynke therof yf I may | |
| Vp on my lif he wol not say nay | |
| And certenly to tellen as it was | |
| Of this vessel the cook drank faste alas | |
| What nedith it he drank ynough beforn | |
90 | And when he hadde poupid in his horn | |
| To the mauncipil he took the gourde agayn | |
| And of the drynke the cook was ful fayn | |
| And thankid hym in suche wyse as he coude | |
| Than gan our ost to lanwghe wonder loude | |
95 | And sayde I se wel it is necessary | |
| Where þt we goon good drynke with vs to cary | |
| For that wol turne rancour and disese | |
| To accorde and loue & many a word to pese | |
| O bacus blissid be thy name | |
100 | That so canst turne ernest in to game | |
| Worship and thank be to thy deyte | |
| Of that mater ye get nomore of me | |
| Tel on thy tale thou mauncipil I the prey | |
| Wel sire quod he herkenyth what I say | |
| ¶ Here endith the Maunciplis prolog . | |
| ¶ And begynnyth his tale . | |
| W | Hen Phebus dwellid her in erthe a doun | |