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Flow Reynard shrove him to Grimbard the Brock.

Wuen Reynard and Grimbard had gone a good
way on their journey, Reynard stayed and said,
‘Dear nephew, blame me not if my heart be
full of care, for my life is in great hazard, yet
to blot out my sins by repentance, and to cast
off the burthen, give me leave to shrive myself
unto you. I know you are holy, and having
received penance for my sin, my soul will be at
quiet.’

Grimbard bade him proceed; then said the
fox, ‘ Confitebor tibet pater.’

‘Nay,’ said the brock, ‘if you will shrive
you to me, do it in English, that I may under-
stand you.’

Then said Reynard, ‘1 have grievously
offended against all the beasts that live, and
especially mine uncle, Bruzz the bear, whom I
lately massacred; then Zzder¢ the cat, whom

I ensnared in a gin. I have trespassed against