¶ Byfore him stonde whils he komaunde yow sytte,
Withe clene handes Ay Redy him to serve;
Whenne yee be sette, your knyf withe alle your wytte
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Vnto youre sylf bothe clene and sharpe con|serve,
That honestly yee mowe your own mete kerve.
Latte curtesye and sylence withe yow duelle,
And foule tales looke noone to other telle.
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¶ Kutte withe your knyf your brede, and breke yt nouhte;
A clene Trenchour byfore yow eke ye lay,
And whenne your potage to yow shalle be brouhte,
Take yow sponys, and soupe by no way,
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And in youre dysshe leve nat your spone, I pray,
Nor on the borde lenynge be yee nat sene,
But from embrowyng the clothe yee kepe clene.
¶ Oute ouere youre dysshe your heede yee nat hynge,
And withe fulle mouthe drynke in no wyse;
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Youre nose, your teethe, your naylles, from pykynge,
Kepe At your mete, for so techis the wyse.
Eke or ye take in youre mouthe, yow avyse,
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So mekyl mete but that yee rihte welle mowe
Answere, And speke, whenne men speke to yow.
¶ Whanne ye shalle drynke, your mouthe clence withe A clothe;
Youre handes eke that they in no manere
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Imbrowe the cuppe, for thanne shulle noone be lothe
