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In what follows I want to tell you, If you will hear me out, A courtly little fabliau, As Guèrin relates it and tells About a peasant who had a fine wife -- Wise, courteous, and well bred; She was beautiful and came from a good family. He deeply loved her, This peasant, and he served her well, But she loved a priest; To him she had given her heart completely. The priest was so smitten by her That one day he decided He would go talk to her. He proceeded to the house, But before he arrived there, The peasant, as I have heard, Had sat down to dinner with his wife. The two were all alone, And the priest did not delay; He came rapidly to the door, But it was closed and locked. When he came there, he stopped By the door and looked it over. He looked through a small opening and saw That the peasant was eating and drinking And that his wife was sitting next to him. The eager priest was displeased To see what a life was led by this husband Who did not appreciate the pleasure of his wife. And, when he had looked at everything, Straightway he shouted these words: "What are you doing there, good people?" The peasant promptly replied, "By my faith, sir, we are eating; Come in and we will give you some of it." "You're eating, you say! You are lying, For it seems to me that you are screwing!" "Hush, sir! We speak the truth; We are eating, as you can see." Said the priest, "I have no doubt about it; You are screwing, for I see it clearly. Now you are trying to trick me. Come stand outside where I am, And I will go sit in there, Then you can see indeed Whether I told the truth or lied." The peasant quickly jumped up, Went to the door and unlocked it, And the priest came in; He locked the door with a bolt, And then he did not waste his time; He did not pause until He had grabbed the lady by the head And pushed her down below him And pulled up her dress. And then he did that thing That women love more than anything; For he so battered and pounded That she could not prevent His doing what he wanted. And the peasant peeked Through the door and saw clearly His wife's arse uncovered And the priest on top; And he asked, "As God may save you," Said the peasant, "is this a joke?" And the priest immediately Answered, "What do you think? Don't you see? I have sat down To eat at this table." "By the heart of God, this is like a fabliau," Said the peasant; "I would certainly have believed -- If I had not heard you say otherwise -- That you were screwing my wife!" "I am not, sir, hush! By my soul, It seemed the same to me just now." Said the peasant, "Indeed, I believe you." Thus was the peasant tricked And so deceived and befuddled Both by the priest and by his own weak wit That he never felt any pain; And because the door had a hole in it, It is said to this day: "One hole satisfies many fools." Here ends the fabliau of the Priest. Explicit. Amen.
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