“Brother,” quoth he, “wilt thou that I thee tell? I am a fiend, my dwelling is in hell, And here I ride about my purchasing, To know where men will give me any thing. My purchase is th’ effect of all my rent. 2195 Look how thou ridest for the same intent To winnë good, thou reckest never how, Right so fare I, for ridë will I now Into the worldë’s endë for a prey.”