“Now, Sir, of eldë 2121 ye reprevë me: And certes, Sir, though none authority 2122 Were in no book, ye gentles of honoúr Say, that men should an oldë wight honoúr, And call him father, for your gentleness; And authors shall I finden, as I guess. Now there ye say that I am foul and old, Then dread ye not to be a cokëwold. 2123 For filth, and eldë, all so may I thé, 2124 Be greatë wardens upon chastity. But natheless, since I know your delight, I shall fulfil your wordly appetite. Choose now,” quoth she, “one of these thingës tway, To have me foul and old till that I dey, 2125 And be to you a truë humble wife, And never you displease in all my life: Or ellës will ye have me young and fair, And take your áventure of the repair