This Sompnour, which that was as full of jangles, 2180 As full of venom be those wariangles, 2181 And ev’r inquiring upon every thing, “Brother,” quoth he, “where is now your dwelling, Another day if that I should you seech?” 2182 This yeoman him answered in soft speech; “Brother,” quoth he, “far in the North countrý, 2183 Where as I hope some time I shall thee see. Ere we depart I shall thee so well wiss, 2184 That of mine housë shalt thou never miss.” “Now, brother,” quoth this Sompnour, “I you pray, Teach me, while that we ridë by the way, (Since that ye be a bailiff as am I,) Some subtilty, and tell me faithfully For mine offíce how that I most may win. And sparë not 2185 for conscience or for sin, But, as my brother, tell me how do ye.”