“Brethren,” quoth he, “take keep what I shall say; My wit is great, though that I bourde 3625 and play. This treasure hath Fortúne unto us given In mirth and jollity our life to liven; And lightly as it comes, so will we spend. Hey! Goddë’s precious dignity! who wend 3626 To-day that we should have so fair a grace? But might this gold he carried from this place Home to my house, or ellës unto yours (For well I wot that all this gold is ours), Then werë we in high felicitý. But truëly by day it may not be; Men wouldë say that we were thievës strong, And for our owen treasure do us hong. 3627 This treasure mustë carried be by night, As wisely and as slily as it might. Wherefore I rede, 3628 that cut 3629