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"
Clerk
me
no
Clerks
,
"
replied
the
transformed
priest
;
"
by
Saint
George
and
the
Dragon
,
I
am
no
longer
a
shaveling
than
while
my
frock
is
on
my
back
--
When
I
am
cased
in
my
green
cassock
,
I
will
drink
,
swear
,
and
woo
a
lass
,
with
any
blithe
forester
in
the
West
Riding
.
"
"
Come
on
,
Jack
Priest
,
"
said
Locksley
,
"
and
be
silent
;
thou
art
as
noisy
as
a
whole
convent
on
a
holy
eve
,
when
the
Father
Abbot
has
gone
to
bed
.
--
Come
on
you
,
too
,
my
masters
,
tarry
not
to
talk
of
it
--
I
say
,
come
on
,
we
must
collect
all
our
forces
,
and
few
enough
we
shall
have
,
if
we
are
to
storm
the
Castle
of
Reginald
Front-de-Boeuf
.
"
"
What
!
is
it
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
said
the
Black
Knight
,
"
who
has
stopt
on
the
king
's
highway
the
king
's
liege
subjects
?
--
Is
he
turned
thief
and
oppressor
?
"
"
Oppressor
he
ever
was
,
"
said
Locksley
.
"
And
for
thief
,
"
said
the
priest
,
"
I
doubt
if
ever
he
were
even
half
so
honest
a
man
as
many
a
thief
of
my
acquaintance
.
"
"
Move
on
,
priest
,
and
be
silent
,
"
said
the
yeoman
;
"
it
were
better
you
led
the
way
to
the
place
of
rendezvous
,
than
say
what
should
be
left
unsaid
,
both
in
decency
and
prudence
.
"
Alas
,
how
many
hours
and
years
have
past
,
Since
human
forms
have
round
this
table
sate
,
Or
lamp
,
or
taper
,
on
its
surface
gleam
'd
!
Methinks
,
I
hear
the
sound
of
time
long
pass
'd
