And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste,
So hadde I spoken with hem everychon,
That I was of hir felaweshipe anon,
(= and soon, when the sun went down / I had spoken with them all / So that I was quickly in fellowship with them)
‘Everychon’ is an interesting word. It’s basically a distillation of ‘every which one’, which still survives today. ‘Everychon’ died out pretty quickly, though, until the mad, anachronism-happy Ezra Pound tried to bring it back in the early twentieth century.
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