But of one thing I warnë thee full right, Be well advised, on that ilkë 1102 night, When we be enter’d into shippë’s board, That none of us not speak a single word, Nor clepe nor cry, but be in his prayére, For that is Goddë’s owen hestë 1103 dear. Thy wife and thou must hangen far atween, 1104 For that betwixtë you shall be no sin, No more in looking than there shall in deed. This ordinance is said: go, God thee speed. To-morrow night, when men be all asleep, Into our kneading tubbës will we creep, And sittë there, abiding Goddë’s grace. Go now thy way, I have no longer space To make of this no longer sermoníng: Men say thus: Send the wise, and say nothing: Thou art so wise, it needeth thee nought teach. Go, save our lives, and that I thee beseech.”