At the door he gave her some of the holy water, bowing himself very low before her.
Afterwards he kneeled down by her very familiarly and said unto her, Madam, know that I am so amorous of you that I can neither piss nor dung for love.
I do not know, lady, what you mean, but if I should take any hurt by it, how much you would be to blame! Go, said she, go! I do not care; let me alone to say my prayers.

Ay but, said he, equivocate upon this: a beau mont le viconte, or, to fair mount the prick-cunts.

I cannot, said she.
It is, said he, a beau con le vit monte, or to a fair c.

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