theprologue
ourhostesawwellthatthebrightesun
tharcofhisartificialdayhadru
thefourthepart,andhalfanhourere;
and,thoughhewerenotdeepexpertinlore,
hewistitwastheeight-and-twentyday
ofapril,thatismessengertomay;
andsawwellthattheshadowofeverytree
wasinitslengthofthesamequantity
thatwasthebodyerectthatcausedit;
andthereforebytheshadowhetookhiswit*,*knowledge
thatphoebus,whichthatshonesoclearandbright,
degreeswasfive-and-fortyclombonheight
andforthatday,asinthatlatitude,
itwastenoftheclock,heganconc露de;
andsuddenlyheplight*hishorseabout。*pulled
"lordings,"quothhe,"iwarnyouallthisrout*,*pany
thefourthepartieofthisdayisgone。
nowfortheloveofgodandofsaintjohn
losenotime,asfarforthasyemay。
lordings,thetimewastethnightandday,
andstealsfromus,whatprivilysleeping,
andwhatthroughnegligenceinourwaking,
asdoththestream,thatturhneveragain,
descendingfromtheuntaintotheplain。
wellmightsenec,andmanyaphilosopher,
bewailetimerethangoldincoffer。
forlossofchattelsmayrecoverdbe,