An Anfwer to the Sompner's Prologue of Chaucer. In imitation of Chaucer's ftyle. HE Sompner leudly hath his Prologue told, TH And faine on the Freers his tale japing and bold; How that in Hell they fearchen near and wide, The devil's belly is the hive of Freers. Now liftneth lordings! forthwith ye shall hear, Now there fpreaden a rumour that everich night C 5 Some Some faine they hear the jingling of chains, Now it fo hapt, there was not ferre away, Who daren alone in derke through church-yerds pafs This Freer would lye in thilike house all night, In hope he might efpyen a dreadful sprite. He taketh candle, beades, and holy watere, And legends eke of Saintes, and bookes of prayere. He entereth the room, and looketh round about, And hafpen the door to hafpen the goblin out. The candle hath he put close by the bed, And in low tone his ave marye faid. With water now befprinkled hath the floore, 1 And maken crofs on key-hole of the doore. Ne was there not a mouse-hole in thilke place, But he y croffed hath by God his grace: He croffed hath this, and eke he crossed that, With benedicite and God knows what. Now he goeth to bed and lieth adown,. Or |