I thonked Thoght tho, That he me thus taughte. "Ac yet savoreth me noght thi seying; I coveite to lerne How Do-wel, Do-bet, and Do-best Doon among the peple." "But Wit konne wisse thee," quod Thoght, 5120 "Wher tho thre dwelle, Ellis woot I noon that kan That now is alyve." Thoght and I thus Thre daies we yeden, Disputyng upon Do-wel {158} Day after oother; And ere we were war, With Wit gonne we mete. He was long and lene, 5130 Lik to noon other; Was no pride on his apparaille, Ne poverte neither; Sad of his semblaunt, And of softe chere. I dorste meve no matere To maken hym to jangle, But as I bad Thoght thoo Be mene bitwene, And pute forth som purpos 5140 To preven hise wittes, What was Do-wel fro Do-bet, And Do-best from hem bothe. Thanne Thoght in that tyme Seide thise wordes: "Where Do-wel, Do-bet, And Do-best ben in londe, Here is Wil wolde wite, If Wit koude teche hym; And wheither he be man or womman This man fayn wolde aspie, And werchen as thei thre wolde, Thus is his entente." 5153 * * * * * {159} _Passus Nonus de Visione, ut supra, et Primus de Do-wel_ "Sire Do-wel dwelleth," quod Wit, 5154 "Noght a day hennes, In a castel that Kynde made Of four kynnes thynges; Of erthe and of eyr it is maad, Medled togideres, With wynd and with water 5160 Witterly enjoyned. Kynde hath closed therinne Craftily withalle A lemman that he loveth Lik to hymselve; _Anima_ she hatte. Ac envye hir hateth, A proud prikere of Fraunce, _Princeps hujus mundi_, And wolde wynne hire awey 5170 With wiles, and he myghte. "Ac Kynde knoweth this wel, And kepeth hire the bettre, And dooth hire with sire Do-wel, Is duc of thise marches. "Do-bet is hire damyselle, Sire Do-weles doughter, {160} To serven this lady leelly Bothe late and rathe. "Do-best is above bothe, 5180 A bisshopes peere; That he bit moot be do, He ruleth hem alle. _Anima_, that lady, Is lad by his leryng. Ac the constable of that castel, That kepeth al the wacche, Is a wis knyght withalle, Sire Inwit he hatte, And hathe fyve faire sones 5190 Bi his firste wyve; Sire Se-wel, and Sey-wel, And Here-wel the hende, Sire Werch-wel-with-thyn-hand, A wight man of strengthe, And sire Godefray Go-wel; Grete lordes, for sothe. Thise fyve ben set To kepe this lady _Anima_, Til Kynde come or sende 5200 To saven hire for evere." "What kynnes thyng is Kynde?" quod I, "Kanstow me telle?"