| | I spak to hym and sayde how that he | |
| | If I were widow he sholde wedde me | |
| | For certeyn I say you for no bobance | |
| 570 | Yet was I neuer withoute purueaunce | |
| | Of mariage ne of othir thingis eek | |
| | I holde a mons herte not worth a leek | |
| | That hath but on hool to sterte to | |
| | And yf that fayle than is al I do | |
| | I bare hym on hond / he hadde enchauntid me | |
| | My dame taughte me forsoth that sotilte | |
| | And eke I sayde y mette of hym al nyght | |
| | He wolde a shamed me as I lay vp right | |
| | And al my bed was ful of very blood | |
| | But yet I hope truly ye shul do me good | |
| | For blood betokenyth gold / as I was taught | |
| | And al was fals I dremed of him right naught | |
| | But as I folowid ay my damys lore | |
| | As wel of that as of othir thingis more | |
| 575 | And now sire lete se what sholde y sayn | |
| | A ha by god I haue my tale agayn | |
| | Whan that my fourthe husbond was on beere | |
| | I wepte algate and made a sory chere | |
| | As wyuys motyn for it is the vsage | |
| 580 | And with my kercher I clerid my visage | |
| | But for that I was purueyed of a make | |
| | I wepte ful lityl I dar vndertake | |
| | To chirche was my husbond born on morow | |
| | With neyghbours that for hym made sorow | |
| 585 | And Iankyn our clerk was on of tho | |
