And after I have gone about with him for wellnigh seven year.
I may not lightly set it all clear, but thus briefly ye shall hear
Whither our way of life hath us took.
One could well thereof write a book.
There is none evil with mine which may compare;
And at the end of all this strange fare
I am come hither in land my friends to behold.
And even now as this way we strolled
We saw them in the market-place here
Playing the play of Maskeroon, to the which I gave ear.