"Certes," seide his felawe,

"Sire Penetrans-domos."

"Ye, go thi gate," quod Pees,

"By God! for al thi phisik,

But thow konne som oother craft,

Thow comest nought herinne.

I knew swich oon ones,

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Noght eighte wynter hennes,

Coom in thus y-coped