But when Sir Chaunteclere was cozened to sing for Dan Russel the fox,—
“And on a Friday fell all this mischance,”—
then leaned those courtiers one upon another with groaning and gasping of mirth to see how Master Chaucer—
"... stood high upon his toes,
Stretching his neck, and held his eyen close,
And gan to crowe loude for the nonce."
And in the chase, not Chaucer only but all they must needs roar,—
“Out! harrow and wayleway!”
And Richard a-slapping his leg and crying,—
“Ha, ha, the fox!”
Now, in the end the fox was undone,—for he opened his mouth to speak,—and
“This cock brake from his mouth delyverly”—