2081 I am your owen love, and eke your wife, I am she, which that saved hath your life, And certes yet did I you ne’er unright. Why fare ye thus with me this firstë night? Ye farë like a man had lost his wit. What is my guilt? for God’s love tell me it, And it shall be amended, if I may.” “Amended!” quoth this knight; “alas, nay, nay, It will not be amended, never mo’; Thou art so loathly, and so old also, And thereto 2082 comest of so low a kind, That little wonder though I wallow and wind; 2083 So wouldë God, mine heartë wouldë brest!” 2084 “Is this,” quoth she, “the cause of your unrest?” “Yea, certainly,” quoth he; “no wonder is.” “Now, Sir,” quoth she, “I could amend all this, If that me list, ere it were dayës three, So well ye mightë bear you unto me. 2085