Deliver out,” quoth he, “anon the souls. Full hard it is, with flesh-hook or with owls To be y-clawed, or to burn or bake: 2261 Now speed you hastily, for Christë’s sake.” And when this friar had said all his intent, With qui cum patre 2262 forth his way he went, When folk in church had giv’n him what them lest; 2263 He went his way, no longer would he rest, With scrip and tipped staff, y-tucked high: 2264 In every house he gan to pore 2265 and pry, And begged meal and cheese, or ellës corn. His fellow had a staff tipped with horn, A pair of tables 2266 all of ivory, And a pointel