human
Ac this Goddes gloton, quod I,
gpt
With hise grete chekes, Hath no pité on us povere, He perfourneth yvele; That he precheth he preveth noght, To Pacience I tolde, And wisshed ful witterly, With wille ful egre, That disshes and doublers Bifore this ilke doctour 8200 Were molten leed in his mawe, And Mahoun amyddes.
human
I shal jangle to this jurdan With his juste wombe, To telle me what penaunce is, Of which he preched rather.
gpt
Thow shalt see thus soone, Whan he may na-moore, 8210 He shal have a penaunce in his paunche, {252} And puffe at ech a worde; And thanne shullen his guttes gothele, And he shal galpen after. For now he hath dronken so depe, He wole devyne soone, And preven it by hir Pocalips And passion of seint Avereys, That neither bacon ne braun, Blancmanger ne mortrews, 8220 Is neither fissh nor flesshe, But fode for a penaunt And thanne shal he testifie of the Trinité, And take his felawe to witnesse, What he fond in a frayel, After a freres lyvyng; And but he first lyve be lesyng, Leve me nevere after. And thanne is tyme to take, And to appose this doctour 8230 Of Do-wel and Do-bet, And if Do-wel be any penaunce.