I n’ould 2076 for all the metal nor the ore, That under earth is grave, 2077 or lies above, But if thy wife I were and eke thy love.” “My love?” quoth he, “nay, my damnatión, Alas! that any of my natión Should ever so foul disparáged be.” But all for nought; the end is this, that he Constrained was, that needs he must her wed, And take this oldë wife, and go to bed.