Chapter_61

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And ay the lord of the land is laiking afield,

Hunting the hinds by holt and by heath:

Such a sum had he slain, when the sun slanted,

Of does and other deer, to deem of were wonder.

Then they flock’d in full fain, the folk at the last,

And quickly of the kill a quarry they made.

Those of rank were ready, and right as they should

Gather’d the greatest of grease that were there,

And had them deftly undone, all duly by law;

Sóme by assay searchèd them too,

And found two fingers of fat in the poorest.

Then they slit up the slot, and, seizing the arber,

With a sharp knife shore it, and sewed it again;

Next they sever’d the legs and stript off the hide,

Broke up the belly, and the bowels took out;

Then gripp’d they the gargilon, and graithly departed

The weasand from the wind-hole, and wound out the guts;

Shore off the shoulders with their shárp blàdes,

And máde a líttle hole to líft them, to leave whole sides.

Then rived they the breast and broke it in two,

And again at the gargilon got them to work,

Ripp’d the flesh readily, right to the fork,

Voided out the avanters, and featly thereafter

The membranes lanced along by the ribs;

Last, they clove a clear way, close by the backbone,

E’en to the haunch; it was all whole still,

And they heav’d it up whole, then hew’d off the loin,

And the offals that they name the numbles, I trow,

by kind;

Along the fork o’ the thigh,

The laps they lance behind;

To hew in two they hie,

By the backbone to unbind.