When she comes home she rampeth 4021 in my face, And crieth, ‘Falsë coward, wreak 4022 thy wife: By corpus Domini , I will have thy knife, And thou shalt have my distaff, and go spin.’ From day till night right thus she will begin. ‘Alas!’ she saith, ‘that ever I was shape 4023 To wed a milksop, or a coward ape, That will be overlad 4024 with every wight! Thou darest not stand by thy wifë’s right.’