915 neither hood nor hat, Nor abide 916 no man for his courtesy, But in Pilatë’s voice 917 he gan to cry, And swore by armës, and by blood, and bones, “I can a noble talë for the nones, 918 With which I will now quite 919 the Knightë’s tale.” Our Host saw well how drunk he was of ale, And said; “Robin, abide, my levë 920 brother, Some better man shall tell us first another: Abide, and let us workë thriftily.” 921 “By Goddë’s soul,” quoth he, “that will not I, For I will speak, or ellës go my way!” Our Host answer’d; “Tell on a devil way;