[6-text p 384]
Right so as bees / out swarmen from an hyue
Out of the deueles ers / ther gonne dryue
Twenty thousand freres / on a route
And thurgh-out helle / swarmeden aboute
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And comen again / as faste as they may gon
And in his ers / they crepten euerychon
He clapte his tayl agayn / and lay ful stille
This frere / whan he looked hadde his fille
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Vp-on the tormentz / of this sory place
His spirit god restored of his grace
Vn-to his body agayn / and he awook
But nathelees / for fere yet he quook
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So was the deueles ers / ay in his mynde
That is his heritage / of verray kynde
God saue yow alle / saue this cursed frere
My prologe / wol I ende / in this manere [6-text p 385]
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¶ Here endeth the prologe of the Somnours tale.
