This Alison answered; “Who is there That knocketh so? I warrant him a thief.” “Nay, nay,” quoth he, “God wot, my sweetë lefe, 1168 I am thine Absolon, my own darling. Of gold,” quoth he, “I have thee brought a ring, My mother gave it me, so God me save! Full fine it is, and thereto well y-grave: 1169 This will I give to thee, if thou me kiss.” Now Nicholas was risen up to piss, And thought he would amenden all the jape; 1170 He shouldë kiss his erse ere that he scape: And up the window did he hastily, And out his erse he put full privily Over the buttock, to the haunchë bone. And therewith spake this clerk, this Absolon, “Speak, sweetë bird, I know not where thou art.” This Nicholas anon let fly a fart, As great as it had been a thunder dent; 1171 That with the stroke he was well nigh y-blent; 1172