For to be free, and do right as us lest, 2045 And that no man reprove us of our vice, But say that we are wise, and nothing nice, 2046 For truly there is none among us all, If any wight will claw us on the gall, 2047 That will not kick, for that he saith us sooth: Assay, 2048 and he shall find it, that so do’th. For be we never so vicioús within, We will be held both wise and clean of sin. And some men said, that great delight have we For to be held stable and eke secré, 2049 And in one purpose steadfastly to dwell, And not bewray a thing that men us tell. But that tale is not worth a rakë-stele. 2050 Pardie, we women cannë nothing hele, 2051 Witness on Midas; will ye hear the tale?