Did to his master cheer and reverence, And prayed him to do his diligence To bringë him out of his painë’s smart, Or with a sword that he would slit his heart. This subtle clerk such ruth 3340 had on this man, That night and day he sped him, that he can, To wait a time of his conclusión; This is to say, to make illusión, By such an áppearánce of jugglery (I know no termës of astrology), That she and every wight should ween and say, That of Bretágne the rockës were away, Or else they werë sunken under ground. So at the last he hath a timë found To make his japës 3341 and his wretchedness Of such a superstitious cursedness. 3342 His tables Toletanës 3343 forth he brought,