+ Upon a tyme certayn women in the countrye were _appoynted[124] to dery_de and mokke a frere limitour, that vsed moche to _trouble them_; whereupon one of them, a lytyll before the frere came, _tooke a hogge_, and for dysport leyd it under the borde after the manner of a corse; _and told the_ frere it was her good man and dysyred hime to say dirige for his soule. _Where_fore the frere and his felaw began Placebo and Dirige and so fo_rth, thorough_ the seruyse full devowtly, which the wyues so heryng could not re_fraine_ them selfe from lawghynge and went in to a lytyll parler to lawgh _more_ at theyr pleasure. These freris somwhat suspected the cause, and quikly, _or_ that the women were ware, lokyd under the borde, and spying[125] that it was an hog, sodenly toke it bytwene them and bare it homeward as fast as they might. The women, seyng that, ran after the frere and cryed: com agayn, maester frere, come agayne, and let it allone. Nay by my faith, quod the frere, he is a broder of ours, and therefore he must nedys be buryed in oure cloyster. And so the frerys gate the hog. By this ye may se, that they that use to deride and mok other, somtyme it tornyth to theyre owne losse and damage. FOOTNOTES: [122] The words in Italics are supplied from conjecture. They are not in orig. or in Singer. [123] Sacrament. [124] Prepared, _i.e._ had made themselves ready. [125] Orig. reads _spyed_. + _Of the parson that sayde masse of requiem for Crystes soul._ lxxxi. + A certayn prest there was that dwellyd in the cuntry which was not very well lernyd. Therfore on Ester-Euyn he sent his boy to the prest of the next town, that was ii. myle from thens, to know what masse he sholde synge on the morowe. This boy came to the sayd prest, and dyd his maysters errande to hym. Then quod the prest: tel thy mayster that he must * * _Several lines wanting._ masse he shuld synge on the morowe. By my trothe, _quod the boy_, I have forgotten it; but he bad me tell you it began * * * * _Then quod the prest_: I trowe thou sayest trewth: for now I remem_ber me it is the masse of requiem_: for God Almyghty dyed upon Good Fry_day_, and it _is meet we shulde say masse_ for hys soule. _By thys tale ye may se, that_ when one fole sendyth another fole on hys er_rand, hys_ besynes folyshly sped. + _Of the herdeman that sayde: ryde apace, ye shall haue rayn._ lxxxii.