And said; “Undo, Gerveis, and that anon.” “What, who art thou?” “It is I, Absolon.” “What? Absolon, what? Christë’s sweetë tree, 1157 Why rise so rath? 1158 hey! benedicite , What aileth you? some gay girl, 1159 God it wote, Hath brought you thus upon the virëtote: 1160 By Saint Neot, ye wot well what I mean.” This Absolon he raughtë 1161 not a bean Of all his play; no word again he gaf, 1162 For he had morë tow on his distaff 1163 Than Gerveis knew, and saidë; “Friend so dear, That hotë culter in the chimney here