When that they came somewhat out of the town, This Sompnour to his brother gan to rown; “Brother,” quoth he, “here wons 2229 an old rebeck, 2230 That had almost as lief to lose her neck. As for to give a penny of her good. I will have twelvepence, though that she be wood, 2231 Or I will summon her to our offíce; And yet, God wot, of her know I no vice. But for thou canst not, as in this countrý, Winnë thy cost, take here example of me.” This Sompnour clapped at the widow’s gate: “Come out,” he said, “thou oldë very trate; 2232 I trow thou hast some friar or priest with thee.” “Who clappeth?” said this wife; “ ben’dicite , God save you, Sir, what is your sweetë will?” “I have,” quoth he, “of summons here a bill. Up