Text Box: "That made me have for her such great pity; And right as freely as he sent her to me, As freely I sent her to him again. This is the entire matter; there is no more to say." This scientist answered, "Dear brother, Every one of you did nobly to the other. Thou art a squire, and he is a knight; But God forbid, for his blissful might, That a clerk could not do a gentle deed As well as any of you, it is no doubt! Sir, I release thee from thy (debt of a) thousand pounds, As if thou right now were crept out of the ground, Nor never before now had known me. For, sir, I will not take a penny from thee For all my craft, nor anything for my labor. Thou hast paid well for my living expenses. It is enough, and farewell, have good day!" And took his horse, and forth he goes his way. Gentlemen, this question, then, will I ask now, Which was the most free, as it seems to you?
 


  "That made me han of hire so greet pitee;
And right as frely as he sente hire me,
As frely sente I hire to hym ageyn.
This al and som; ther is namoore to seyn."
This philosophre answerde, "Leeve brother,
Everich of yow dide gentilly til oother.
Thou art a squier, and he is a knyght;
But God forbede, for his blisful myght,
But if a clerk koude doon a gentil dede
As wel as any of yow, it is no drede!
Sire, I releesse thee thy thousand pound,
As thou right now were cropen out of the ground,
Ne nevere er now ne haddest knowen me.
For, sire, I wol nat taken a peny of thee
For al my craft, ne noght for my travaille.
Thou hast ypayed wel for my vitaille.
It is ynogh, and farewel, have good day!"
And took his hors, and forth he goth his way.
Lordynges, this question, thanne, wol I aske now,
Which was the mooste fre, as thynketh yow?
Now telleth me, er that ye ferther wende.
I kan namoore; my tale is at an ende.
                 

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