And with that word his contour door he shet, 3749 And down he went; no longer would he let; 3750 And hastily a mass was therë said, And speedily the tables werë laid, And to the dinner fastë they them sped, And richëly this monk the chapman fed. And after dinner Dan John soberly This chapman took apart, and privily He said him thus: “Cousin, it standeth so, That, well I see, to Bruges ye will go; God and Saint Austin speedë you and guide. I pray you, cousin, wisely that ye ride: Governë you also of your diét Attemperly, 3751 and namely 3752 in this heat. Betwixt us two needeth no strangë fare; 3753 Farewell, cousín, God shieldë you from care. If any thing there be, by day or night,