O shrive me Friar, my ghostly Friar!
O shrive me Friar, my ghostly Friar!Quick, shrive me now, he cried.
For I have kiss'd a mortal maid,
And something more, beside.
The Friar he frown'd, his belt he hitched,
In accents stern spake he.
The thing that in my day I did,
Was never meant for thee!
Etc., etc.English
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