“Lo here my faith, in me shall be no lack.” “Then put thine hand adown right by my back,” Saidë this man, “and gropë well behind, Beneath my buttock, therë thou shalt find A thing, that I have hid in privity.” “Ah,” thought this friar, “that shall go with me.” And down his hand he launched to the clift, In hopë for to findë there a gift. And when this sickë man feltë this frere About his tailë groping there and here, Amid his hand he let the friar a fart; There is no capel 2383 drawing in a cart, That might have let a fart of such a soun’. The friar up start, as doth a wood 2384 lioún: “Ah, falsë churl,” quoth he, “for Goddë’s bones, This hast thou in despite done for the nones: 2385 Thou shalt abie 2386 this fart, if that I may.”