"Sir Nun's Priest," said our host anon, "blessed be thy breech! This was a merry tale of Chaunticleer. But if thou were secular, by my truth, thou wouldst be a lusty fellow with the dames. See what brawn hath this gentle priest, so great a neck and such a broad breast! He glanceth with his eyes like a sparrow-hawk. He needeth not to dye his colour with brasil, nor with dye of Portugal. Now, sir, fair befall you for your tale."

And after that, with a look full merry, he said to another

as ye shall hear.