And thervpon the wyn was fet anoon We dronken and to reste wente echon Withouten any lenger taryynge Amorwe whan that day bigan to sprynge Vp roos oure hoost and was oure aller cok And gadred vs togydres in a flok And forth we ryden a litel moore than pas Vnto the wateryng of Seint Thomas And there oure hoost bigan his hors areste And seyde lordynges herkneth if yow leste Ye woot youre forward and it yow recorde If euensong and morwesong acorde Lat se now who shal telle the firste tale As euere mote I drynke wyn or ale Who so be rebel to my iuggement Shal paye for al that by the wey is spent Now draweth cut er that we ferrer twynne He which that hath the shorteste shal bigynne Whiche shal the first tale begynne Sire knyght quod he my mayster and my lord Now draweth cut for that is myn acord Cometh neer quod he my lady Prioresse And ye sire Clerc lat be youre shamefastnesse Ne studieth noght ley hond to euery man Anoon to drawen euery wight bigan And shortly for to tellen as it was Were it by auenture or sort or cas The sothe is this the cut fil to the knyght Of which ful blithe and glad was euery wight And telle he moste his tale as was resoun