The sick man waxed well nigh wood 2379 for ire, He wouldë that the friar had been afire With his falsë dissimulatión. “Such thing as is in my possessión,” Quoth he, “that may I give you and none other: Ye say me thus, how that I am your brother.” “Yea, certes,” quoth this friar, “yea, trustë well; I took our Dame the letter of our seal” 2380 “Now well,” quoth he, “and somewhat shall I give Unto your holy convent while I live; And in thine hand thou shalt it have anon, On this conditión, and other none, That thou depart 2381 it so, my dearë brother, That every friar have as much as other: This shalt thou swear on thy professión, Withoutë fraud or cavillatión.” 2382 “I swear it,” quoth the friar, “upon my faith.” And therewithal his hand in his he lay’th;