922 Thou art a fool; thy wit is overcome.” “Now hearken,” quoth the Miller, “all and some: But first I make a protestatioún. That I am drunk, I know it by my soun’: And therefore if that I misspeak or say, Wite 923 it the ale of Southwark, I you pray: For I will tell a legend and a life Both of a carpenter and of his wife, How that a clerk hath set the wrightë’s cap.” 924 The Reeve answér’d and saidë, “Stint thy clap, 925 Let be thy lewëd drunken harlotry. It is a sin, and eke a great folly To apeiren 926 any man, or him defame, And eke to bringë wives in evil name. Thou may’st enough of other thingës sayn.” This drunken Miller spake full soon again, And saidë, “Levë brother Osëwold,