This friar riseth up full courteously, And her embraceth in his armës narrow, 2285 And kiss’th her sweet, and chirketh as a sparrow With his lippës: “Damë,” quoth he, “right well, As he that is your servant every deal. 2286 Thanked be God, that gave you soul and life, Yet saw I not this day so fair a wife In all the churchë, God so savë me,” “Yea, God amend defaultës, Sir,” quoth she; “Algatës 2287 welcome be ye, by my fay.” “ Grand mercy , Dame; that have I found alway. But of your greatë goodness, by your leave, I wouldë pray you that ye not you grieve, I will with Thomas speak a little throw: 2288 These curates be so negligent and slow To gropë tenderly a conscience. In shrift