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As the Monk finishes his tale, the Knight interrupts him, showing disdain at his unpleasent story...
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| Hoo! Good sire, no more of this, may we hear a happy tale? | |
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| I have no desire to play and have fun, so that is all i have to say | |
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The Host steps in to concur, and he approaches the Nun's Priest to continue with a story...
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| Sweete Preest, can you be merry of heart in your tale? | |
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| Yes sir, there once was a widow advanced in age... | |
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The widow lived privatly with her daughters. She had a rooster named Chaunticleer who rules seven wives...
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| Of my seven wives, you are clearly my favorite Pertelote, but let me tell you about the horrible dream you woke me from... | |
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