This priest took up this silver teine anon; And thennë said the canon, “Let us gon, With these three teinës which that we have wrought, To some goldsmith, and weet if they be aught: 4857 For, by my faith, I would not for my hood But if 4858 they werë silver fine and good, And that as swithe 4859 well proved shall it be.” Unto the goldsmith with these teinës three They went anon, and put them in assay 4860 To fire and hammer; might no man say nay, But that they weren as they ought to be. This sotted 4861 priest, who gladder was than he? Was never bird gladder against the day; Nor nightingale in the season of May Was never none, that better list to sing; Nor lady lustier in carolling,