“Madame,” quoth he, “how thinketh you thereby?” “How thinketh me?” quoth she; “so God me speed, I say, a churl hath done a churlish deed, What should I say? God let him never thé; 2398 His sickë head is full of vanity; I hold him in a manner phrenesy.” 2399 “Madame,” quoth he, “by God, I shall not lie, But I in other wise may be awreke, 2400 I shall defame him ov’r all there 2401 I speak; This falsë blasphemoúr, that charged me To partë that will not departed be, To every man alikë, with mischance.”