5000 like any nightingale, Now shalt thou, falsë thief, thy song foregon, 5001 And eke thy whitë feathers every one, Nor ever in all thy lifë shalt thou speak; Thus shall men on a traitor be awreak. 5002 Thou and thine offspring ever shall be blake, 5003 Nor ever sweetë noisë shall ye make, But ever cry against 5004 tempést and rain, In token that through thee my wife is slain.” And to the crow he start, 5005 and that anon, And pull’d his whitë feathers every one, And made him black, and reft him all his song, And eke his speech, and out at door him flung Unto the devil, which I him betake; 5006 And for this causë be all crowës blake.