The priest him busied, all that e’er he can, To do as this canón, this cursed man, Commanded him, and fast he blew the fire For to come to th’ effect of his desire. And this canón right in the meanëwhile All ready was this priest eft 4832 to beguile, and, for a countenance, 4833 in his handë bare An hollow stickë (take keep 4834 and beware); In th’ end of which an ouncë and no more Of silver limaile put was, as before Was in his coal, and stopped with wax well For to keep in his limaile every deal. 4835 And while this priest was in his business, This canon with his stickë gan him dress 4836 To him anon, and his powder cast in, As he did erst