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The Story of Alchemy and the Beginnings of Chemistry
·
M. M. Pattison Muir
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This
false
chanoun--the
foulè
feend
hym
fecche!--
Out
of
his
bosom
took
a
bechen
cole,
In
which
ful
subtilly
was
maad
an
hole,
And
therinne
put
was
of
silver
lemaille
An
ounce,
and
stoppéd
was
withouten
faille
The
hole
with
wex,
to
kepe
the
lemaille
in.
The
"false
chanoun"
pretended
to
be
sorry
for
the
priest,
who
was
so
busily
blowing
the
fire:--
Ye
been
right
hoot,
I
se
wel
how
ye
swete;
Have
heer
a
clooth,
and
wipe
awey
the
we't.
And
whylès
that
the
preest
wipèd
his
face,
This
chanoun
took
his
cole
with
hardè
grace,
And
leyde
it
above,
upon
the
middèward
Of
the
crosselet,
and
blew
wel
afterward.
Til
that
the
colès
gonnè
fastè
brenne.
As
the
coal
burned
the
silver
fell
into
the
"crosselet."
Then
the
canon
said
they
would
both
go
together
and
fetch
chalk,
and
a
pail
of
water,
for
he
would
pour
out
the
silver
he
had
made
in
the
form
of
an
ingot.
They
locked
the
door,
and
took
the
key
with
them.
On
returning,
the
canon
formed
the
chalk
into
a
mould,
and
poured
the
contents
of
the
crucible
into
it.
Then
he
bade
the
priest,
Look
what
ther
is,
put
in
thin
hand
and
grope,
Thow
fyndè
shalt
ther
silver,
as
I
hope.
What,
devel
of
hellè!
Sholde
it
ellis
be?
Shavyng
of
silver
silver
is,
parde!
He
putte
his
hand
in,
and
took
up
a
teyne
Of
silver
fyn,
and
glad
in
every
veyne
Was
this
preest,
when
he
saugh
that
it
was
so.
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