| | Abac he stert and thoughte it was amys | |
| | For wel wyste he a womman hadde no berd | |
| 550 | He felte a thing al row and long herid | |
| | And sayde fy alas what haue y do | |
| | Tehe quod she and clappid the wyndow to | |
| | And Absolon goth forth a sory paas | |
| | A berd a berd quod hend Nicholas | |
| 555 | By goddis corpus this goth fair and weel | |
| | This sely absolon herde euery deel | |
| | And on his lippe he gan for angir byte | |
| | And to hym self he sayde I shal the quyte | |
| | Who rubbith now who frotith now his lippis | |
| 560 | With dust with cloth with sond with chippis | |
| | But Absolon that saith ful ofte alas | |
| | My soule betake I sayd he to sathanas | |
| | But me were leuyr than al this toun quod he | |
| | On this despit wrokyn forto be | |
| 565 | Alas quod he alas I ne hadde blent | |
| | His hoot loue was cold and al queynt | |
| | For fro that tyme that he hadde kist her ars | |
| | Of paramours set he not a cars | |
| | For he was helid of his maladye | |
| 570 | Ful ofte paramours gan he diffye | |
| | And wepte as doth a child that is bete | |
| | A softe paas he wente hym ouer the strete | |
| | Vnto a smyth men callyd dane Gerueys | |
| | That in his forge smytith plow harneys | |
| 575 | He sharpith the share and the cultre bisely | |
| | This Absolon knockith al esely | |
