2233 pain of cursing, lookë that thou be To-morrow before our archdeacon’s knee, To answer to the court of certain things.” “Now Lord,” quoth she, “Christ Jesus, king of kings, So wis1y 2234 helpë me, as I not may. 2235 I have been sick, and that full many a day. I may not go so far,” quoth she, “nor ride, But I be dead, so pricketh 2236 it my side. May I not ask a libel, Sir Sompnoúr, And answer there by my procúratoúr To such thing as men would apposë 2237 me?” “Yes,” quoth this Sompnour, “pay anon, let see, Twelvepence to me, and I will thee acquit. I shall no profit have thereby but lit: 2238 My master hath the profit and not I.