Then gan our Host to laughë wondrous loud, And said, “I see well it is necessary Where that we go good drink with us to carry; For that will turnë rancour and disease 4944 T’ accord and love, and many a wrong appease. O Bacchus, Bacchus, blessed be thy name, That so canst turnen earnest into game! Worship and thank be to thy deity. Of that mattére ye get no more of me. Tell on thy tale, Manciple, I thee pray.” “Well, Sir,” quoth he, “now hearken what I say.”