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Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy o' the worm.
You must not think I am so simple but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman: I know that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women ...
Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.
Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in worm.
You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.
I wish you all joy of the worm.
Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman, but something given to lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt: truly ...
Truly, I have him: but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or never recover.