1948 Of marriage, nor of other thingës eke: I hold a mouse’s wit not worth a leek, That hath but one hole for to startë to, 1949 And if that failë, then is all y-do. 1950 [I bare him on hand 1951 he had enchanted me (My damë taughtë me that subtilty); And eke I said, I mette 1952 of him all night, He would have slain me, as I lay upright, And all my bed was full of very blood; But yet I hop’d that he should do me good; For blood betoken’d gold, as me was taught. And all was false, I dream’d of him right naught, But as I follow’d aye my damë’s lore, As well of that as of other things more.] But now, sir, let me see, what shall I sayn? Aha! by God, I have my tale again. When that my fourthë husband was on bier,