2217 “Heit Scot! heit Brok! what, spare ye for the stones? The fiend (quoth he) you fetch body and bones, As farforthly 2218 as ever ye were foal’d, So muchë woe as I have with you tholed. 2219 The devil have all, horses, and cart, and hay.” The Sompnour said, “Here shall we have a prey;” And near the fiend he drew, as nought ne were, 2220 Full privily, and rowned 2221 in his ear: “Hearken, my brother, hearken, by thy faith, Hearest thou not, how that the carter saith? Hent 2222 it anon, for he hath giv’n it thee, Both hay and cart, and eke his capels 2223 three.” “Nay,” quoth the devil, “God wot, never a deal,