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And I awaked therwith witlees nerhande	A
And as a freke that fey were forth gan I walke	B
In manere of a mendynaunt many yer after	C
And of this metyng many tyme muche thought I hadde	A
First how Fortune me failed at my mooste nede	A
And how that Elde manaced me myghte we evere mete	A
And how that freres folwede folk that was riche	D
And peple that was povere at litel pris thei sette	A
And no corps in hir kirkyerd ne in hir kirk was buryed	A
But quik he biquethe hem aught or sholde helpe quyte hir dettes	E
And how this coveitise overcom clerkes and preestes	E
And how that lewed men ben lad but Oure Lord hem helpe	F
Thorugh unkonnynge curatours to incurable peynes	E
And how that Ymaginatif in dremels me tolde	A
Of Kynde and of his konnynge and how curteis he is to bestes	E
And how lovynge he is to bestes on londe and on watre	C
Leneth he no lif lasse ne moore	C
The creatures that crepen of Kynde ben engendred	A
And sithen how Ymaginatif seide ' Vix iustus salvabitur '	G
And whan he hadde seid so how sodeynliche he passed	A
I lay down longe in this thoght and at the laste I slepte	A
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And as Crist wolde ther com Conscience to conforte me that tyme	H
And bad me come to his court with Clergie sholde I dyne	I
And for Conscience of Clergie spak I com wel the rather	C
And there I merkede a maister what man he was I nyste	A
That lowe louted and loveliche to Scripture	C
Conscience knew hym wel and welcomed hym faire	C
Thei wesshen and wipeden and wenten to the dyner	C
Ac Pacience in the paleis stood in pilgrymes clothes	E
And preyde mete par charite for a povere heremyte	A
Conscience called hym in and curteisliche seide	A
' Welcome wye go and wassh thow shalt sitte soone '	-
This maister was maad sitte as for the mooste worthi	J
And thanne Clergie and Conscience and Pacience cam after	C
Pacience and I were put to be mettes	E
And seten bi oureselve at a side borde	A
Conscience called after mete and thanne cam Scripture	C
And served hem thus soone of sondry metes manye	K
Of Austyn of Ambrose of alle the foure Evaungelistes	E
Edentes et bibentes que apud eos sunt	A
Ac this maister ne his man no maner flessh eten	I
Ac thei eten mete of moore cost mortrews and potages	E
Of that men myswonne thei made hem wel at ese	E
Ac hir sauce was over sour and unsavourly grounde	A
In a morter Post mortem of many bitter peyne	I
But if thei synge for tho soules and wepe salte teris	E
Vos qui peccata hominum comeditis nisi pro eis lacrimas et	A
oraciones effuderitis ea que in deliciis comeditis in tormentis evometis	E
Conscience ful curteisly tho commaunded Scripture	C
Bifore Pacience breed to brynge and me that was his mette	A
He sette a sour loof toforn us and seide 'Agite penitenciam '	-
And siththe he drough us drynke'Dia perseverans	E
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As longe ' quod he 'as lif and lycame may dure '	-
' Here is propre service ' quod Pacience 'ther fareth no prince bettre '	-
And he broughte us of Beati quorum of Beatus virres makyng	B
And thanne he broughte us forth a mees of oother mete of Miserere mei Deus	E
Et quorum tecta sunt peccata	A
In a dissh of derne shrifte Dixi et confitebor tibi	L
'Bryng Pacience som pitaunce ' pryveliche quod Conseience	E
And thanne hadde Pacience a pitaunce Pro hac orabit ad te	L
omnis sanctus in tempore oportuno	I
And Conseience conforted us and carped us murye tales	E
Cor contritum et humiliatum Deus non despicies	E
Pacience was proude of that propre service	E
And made hym murthe with his mete ac I mornede evere	C
For this doctour on the heighe dees drank wyn so faste	L
Ve vobis qui potentes estis ad bibendum vinum	H
He eet manye sondry metes mortrews and puddynges	E
Wombe cloutes and wilde brawen and egges yfryed with grece	E
Thanne seide I to myself so Pacience it herde	L
' It is noght foure dayes that this freke bifore the deen of Poules	E
Preched of penaunces that Paul the Apostle suffrede	L
In fame et frigore and flappes of scourges	E
Ter cesus sum et a Iudeis quinquies quadragenas c	L
Ac o word thei overhuppen at ech a tyme that thei preche	D
That Poul in his Pistle to al the peple tolde	L
Periculum est in falsis fratribus '	-
	-
Holi Writ bit men be war I wol noght write it here	C
In Englissh on aventure it sholde be reherced to ofte	L
And greve therwith that goode men ben ac gramariens shul rede	L
Unusquisque a fratre se custodiat quia ut dicitur	C
periculum est in falsis fratribus	E
Ac I wiste nevere freke that as a frere yede bifore men on Englissh	E
Taken it for his teme and telle it withouten glosyng	L
They prechen that penaunce is profitable to the soule	M
And what meschief and maleese Crist for man tholede	L
'Ac this Goddes gloton ' quod I 'with hise grete chekes	E
Hath no pite on us povere he parfourneth yvele	M
That he precheth he preveth noght ' to Pacience I tolde	L
And wisshed witterly with wille ful egre	C
That disshes and doublers bifore this doctour	C
Were molten leed in his mawe and Mahoun amyddes	E
'I shal jangle to this jurdan with his juste wombe	H
To telle me what penaunce is of which he preched rather '	-
Pacience parceyved what I thoughte and preynte on me to be stille	M
And seide 'Thow shalt see thus soone whan he may na moore	C
He shal have a penaunce in his paunche and puffe at ech a worde	L
And thanne shullen his guttes gothele and he shal galpen after	C
For now he hath dronken so depe he wole devyne soone	I
And preven it by hir Pocalips and passion of Seint Avereys	E
That neither bacon ne braun ne blancmanger ne mortrews	E
Is neither fissh ne flessh but fode for a penaunt	L
And thanne shal he testifie of a trinite and take his felawe to witnesse	E
What he fond in a f or el after a freres lyvyng	L
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And but the first leef be lesyng leve me nevere after	C
And thanne is tyme to take and to appose this doctour	C
Of Dowel and Dobet and if Dobest be any penaunce '	-
And I sat stille as Pacience seide and thus soone this doctour	C
As rody as a rose ruddede hise chekes	E
Coughed and carped and Conscience hym herde	L
And tolde hym of a trinite and toward us he loked	L
'What is Dowel sire doctour ' quod I 'is Dobest any penaunce '	-
' Dowel ' quod this doctour and drank after	C
' Do noon yvel to thyn evencristen nought by thi power '	-
'By this day sire doctour ' quod I 'thanne in Dowel be ye noght	L
For ye han harmed us two in that ye eten the puddyng	L
Mortrews and oother mete and we no morsel hadde	L
And if ye fare so in youre fermerye ferly me thynketh	J
But cheeste be ther charite sholde be and yonge children dorste pleyne	I
I wolde permute my penaunce with youre for I am in point to dowel '	-
Thanne Conscience ful curteisly a contenaunce he made	L
And preynte upon Pacience to preie me to be stille	M
And seide hymself 'Sire doctour and it be youre wille	M
What is Dowel and Dobet Ye dyvynours knoweth '	-
'Dowel ' quod this doctour 'do as clerkes techeth	J
And Dobet is he that techeth and travailleth to teche othere	C
And Dobest doth hymself so as he seith and precheth	J
Qui facit et docuerit magnus vocabitur in regno celorum '	-
'Now thow Clergie ' quod Conscience 'carpe us what is Dowel '	-
' I have sevene sones ' he seide 'serven in a castel	M
Ther the lord of lif wonyeth to leren hem what is Dowel	M
Til I se tho sevene and myself acorde	L
I am unhardy ' quod he 'to any wight to preven it	L
For oon Piers the Plowman hath impugned us alle	M
And set alle sciences at a sop save love one	I
And no text ne taketh to mayntene his cause	E
	-
But Dilige Deum and Domine quis habitabit	L
And seith that Dowel and Dobet arn two infinites	E
Whiche infinites with a feith fynden out Dobest	L
Which shal save mannes soule thus seith Piers the Plowman '	-
' I kan noght heron ' quod Conscience 'ac I knowe wel Piers	E
He wol noght ayein Holy Writ speken I dar x el undertake	L
Thanne passe we over til Piers come and preve this in dede	L
Pacience hath be in man	I

William Langland

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