Our Host answér’d and said; “I grant it thee. Roger, tell on; and look that it be good, For many a pasty hast thou letten blood, And many a Jack of Dover 1368 hast thou sold, That had been twicë hot and twicë cold. Of many a pilgrim hast thou Christë’s curse, For of thy parsley yet fare they the worse. That they have eaten in thy stubble goose: For in thy shop doth many a fly go loose. Now tell on, gentle Roger, by thy name, But yet I pray thee be not wroth for game; 1369 A man may say full sooth in game and play.” “Thou sayst full sooth,” quoth Roger, “by my fay; But sooth play quad play, 1370 as the Fleming saith, And therefore, Harry Bailly, by thy faith, Be thou not wroth, else we departë 1371 here, Though that my tale be of an hostelére.