in the mire, She laid her mouth unto the water down. “Bewray me not, thou water, with thy soun’,” 2055 Quoth she, “to thee I tell it, and no mo’, Mine husband hath long ass’s earës two! Now is mine heart all whole; now is it out; I might no longer keep it, out of doubt.” Here may ye see, though we a time abide, Yet out it must, we can no counsel hide. The remnant of the tale, if ye will hear, Read in Ovíd, and there ye may it lear. 2056