“There may no thing, so God my soulë save, Likë to 2546 you, that may displeasë me: Nor I desire nothing for to have, Nor dreadë for to lose, save only ye: This will is in mine heart, and aye shall be, No length of time, nor death, may this deface, Nor change my corage 2547 to another place.”

Glad was the marquis for her answering, But yet he feigned as he were not so; All dreary was his cheer and his looking When that he should out of the chamber go. Soon after this, a furlong way or two, 2548 He privily hath told all his intent Unto a man, and to his wife him sent.