So the fat prior sent a new catchpole, at the head of a brace of bums for his garde du corps, to summon my lord.

The porter ringing the bell, the whole family was overjoyed, knowing that it was another rogue.

Basche was at dinner with his lady and the gentlemen; so he sent for the catchpole, made him sit by him, and the bums by the women, and made them eat till their bellies cracked with their breeches unbuttoned.

The fruit being served, the catchpole arose from table, and before the bums cited Basche.

Basche kindly asked him for a copy of the warrant, which the other had got ready; he then takes witness and a copy of the summons.