5032 Almost fulfilled is mine ordinance; I pray to God so give him right good chance That telleth us this talë lustily. Sir Priest,” quoth he, “art thou a vicary? 5033 Or art thou a Parson? say sooth by thy fay. 5034 Be what thou be, breakë thou not our play; 5035 For every man, save thou, hath told his tale. Unbuckle, and shew us what is in thy mail. 5036 For truëly me thinketh by thy cheer Thou shouldest knit up well a great mattére. Tell us a fable anon, for cockë’s bones.”