For which this marquis wrought in this mannére: He came at night alone there as she lay, With sternë face and with full troubled cheer, And saidë thus; “Griseld’,” quoth he “that day That I you took out of your poor array, And put you in estate of high nobléss, Ye have it not forgotten, as I guess.

“I say, Griseld’, this present dignity, In which that I have put you, as I trow 2535 Maketh you not forgetful for to be That I you took in poor estate full low, For any weal you must yourselfë know. Take heed of every word that I you say, There is no wight that hears it but we tway. 2536