Piers Plowman - Maybe You Like It

13.097: Of Dowel and Dobet and if Dobest be any penaunce.'
13.098: And I sat stille as Pacience seide, and thus soone this doctour,
13.099: As rody as a rose ruddede hise chekes,
13.100: Coughed and carped; and Conscience hym herde,
13.101: And tolde hym of a trinite, and toward us he loked.
13.102: "What is Dowel, sire doctour?' quod I; "is Dobest any penaunce?'
13.103: " Dowel?' quod this doctour — and drank after —
13.104: " Do noon yvel to thyn evencristen — nought by thi power.'
13.105: "By this day, sire doctour,' quod I, "thanne [in Dowel be ye
noght]!
13.106: For ye han harmed us two in that ye eten the puddyng,
13.107: Mortrews and oother mete — and we no morsel hadde.
13.108: And if ye fare so in youre fermerye, ferly me thynketh
13.109: But cheeste be ther charite sholde be, and yonge children dorste
pleyne!
13.110: I wolde permute my penaunce with youre — for I am in point to
dowel.'
13.111: Thanne Conscience ful curteisly a contenaunce he made,
13.112: And preynte upon Pacience to preie me to be stille,
13.113: And seide hymself, "Sire doctour, and it be youre wille,
13.114: What is Dowel and Dobet? Ye dyvynours knoweth.'
13.115: "Dowel?' quod this doctour; "do as clerkes techeth;
13.116: And Dobet is he that techeth and travailleth to teche othere;
13.117: And Dobest doth hymself so as he seith and precheth:
13.117: Qui facit et docuerit magnus vocabitur in regno celorum.'
13.118: "Now thow, Clergie,' quod Conscience. "carpe us what is Dowel.'
13.119: " I have sevene sones,' he seide, "serven in a castel
13.120: Ther the lord of lif wonyeth, to leren hem what is Dowel.
13.121: Til I se tho sevene and myself acorde
13.122: I am unhardy,' quod he, "to any wight to preven it.
13.123: For oon Piers the Plowman hath impugned us alle,
13.124: And set alle sciences at a sop save love one;
13.125: And no text ne taketh to mayntene his cause
13.126: But Dilige Deum and Domine quis habitabit;
13.127: And seith that Dowel and Dobet arn two infinites,
13.128: Whiche infinites with a feith fynden out Dobest,
13.129: Which shal save mannes soule — thus seith Piers the Plowman.'
13.130: " I kan noght heron,' quod Conscience, "ac I knowe wel Piers.
13.131: He wol noght ayein Holy Writ speken, I dar x el undertake.
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