2224 It is not his intent, trust thou me well; Ask him thyself, if thou not trowest 2225 me, Or ellës stint 2226 a while and thou shalt see.” The carter thwack’d his horses on the croup, And they began to drawen and to stoop. “Heit now,” quoth he; “there, Jesus Christ you bless, And all his handiwork, both more and less! That was well twight, 2227 mine owen liart, 2228 boy, I pray God save thy body, and Saint Loy! Now is my cart out of the slough, pardie.” “Lo, brother,” quoth the fiend, “what told I thee? Here may ye see, mine owen dearë brother, The churl spake one thing, but he thought another. Let us go forth abouten our voyáge; Here win I nothing upon this carriáge.”