Quoth the Manciple, “That were a great mischíef; So might he lightly bring me in the snare. Yet had I lever 4939 payë for the mare Which he rides on, than he should with me strive. I will not wrathë 4940 him, so may I thrive) That that I spake, I said it in my bourde. 4941 And weet ye what? I have here in my gourd A draught of wine, yea, of a ripë grape, And right anon ye shall see a good jape. 4942 This Cook shall drink thereof, if that I may; On pain of my life he will not say nay.” And certainly, to tellen as it was, Of this vessél the cook drank fast (alas! What needed it? he drank enough beforn), And when he haddë pouped in his horn, 4943 To the Manciple he took the gourd again. And of that drink the Cook was wondrous fain, And thanked him in such wise as he could.