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Mine
host
came
forth
at
the
summons
,
girding
him
with
his
tabard
.
—
Give
you
good
den
,
my
masters
,
said
he
with
an
obsequious
bow
.
—
Bestir
thyself
,
sirrah
!
cried
he
who
had
knocked
.
Look
to
our
steeds
.
And
for
ourselves
give
us
of
your
best
for
ifaith
we
need
it
.
—
Lackaday
,
good
masters
,
said
the
host
,
my
poor
house
has
but
a
bare
larder
.
I
know
not
what
to
offer
your
lordships
.
—
How
now
,
fellow
?
cried
the
second
of
the
party
,
a
man
of
pleasant
countenance
,
So
servest
thou
the
king
’
s
messengers
,
master
Taptun
?
An
instantaneous
change
overspread
the
landlord
’
s
visage
.
—
Cry
you
mercy
,
gentlemen
,
he
said
humbly
.
An
you
be
the
king
’
s
messengers
(
God
shield
His
Majesty
!
)
you
shall
not
want
for
aught
.
The
king
’
s
friends
(
God
bless
His
Majesty
!
)
shall
not
go
afasting
in
my
house
I
warrant
me
.
—
Then
about
!
cried
the
traveller
who
had
not
spoken
,
a
lusty
trencherman
by
his
aspect
.
Hast
aught
to
give
us
?
Mine
host
bowed
again
as
he
made
answer
:
—
What
say
you
,
good
masters
,
to
a
squab
pigeon
pasty
,
some
collops
of
venison
,
a
saddle
of
veal
,
widgeon
with
crisp
hog
’
s
bacon
,
a
boar
’
s
head
with
pistachios
,
a
bason
of
jolly
custard
,
a
medlar
tansy
and
a
flagon
of
old
Rhenish
?
