The lord sat still, as he were in a trance, And in his heart he rolled up and down, “How had this churl imaginatioún To shewë such a problem to the frere. Never ere now heard I of such mattére; I trow 2402 the Devil put it in his mind. In all arsmetrik 2403 shall there no man find, Before this day, of such a questión. Who shouldë make a demonstratión, That every man should have alike his part As of the sound and savour of a fart? O nice 2404 proudë churl, I shrew 2405 his face. Lo, Sirës,” quoth the lord, “with hardë grace, 2406 Who ever heard of such a thing ere now? To every man alikë? tell me how.