Or for to speak of love and womanhead; Nor knight in arms to do a hardy deed, To standen in grace of his lady dear, Than had this priest this craftë for to lear; And to the canon thus he spake and said; “For love of God, that for us allë died, And as I may deserve it unto you, What shall this réceipt costë? tell me now.” “By our Lady,” quoth this canon, “it is dear. I warn you well, that, save I and a frere, In Engleland there can no man it make.” “No force,” 4862 quoth he; “now, Sir, for Goddë’s sake, What shall I pay? tellë me, I you pray.” “Y-wis,” 4863 quoth he, “it is full dear, I say. Sir, at one word, if that you list it have, Ye shall pay forty pound, so God me save; And n’ere 4864 the friendship that ye did ere this To me, ye shouldë payë more, y-wis.”