“Ah,” quoth this Sompnour, “ benedicite! what say y’? I weened 2196 ye were a yeoman trulý. Ye have a mannë’s shape as well as I. Have ye then a figúre determinate In hellë, where ye be in your estate?” 2197 “Nay, certainly,” quoth he, “there have we none, But when us liketh we can take us one, Or ellës make you seem 2198 that we be shape Sometimë like a man, or like an ape; Or like an angel can I ride or go; It is no wondrous thing though it be so, A lousy juggler can deceivë thee, And pardie, yet can 2199 I more craft 2200 than he.”