This silly carpenter went forth his way, Full oft he said, “Alas! and Well-a-day!” And to his wife he told his privity, And she was ware, and better knew than he What all this quaintë cast was for to say. 1105 But natheless she fear’d as she would dey, 1106 And said: “Alas! go forth thy way anon. Help us to scape, or we be dead each one. I am thy true and very wedded wife; Go, dearë spouse, and help to save our life.” Lo, what a great thing is affectión! Men may die of imaginatión, So deeply may impressión be take. This silly carpenter begins to quake: He thinketh verily that he may see This newë flood come weltering as the sea To drenchen 1107 Alison, his honey dear. He weepeth, waileth, maketh sorry cheer; 1108 He sigheth, with full many a sorry sough.