“And of your newë wife, God of his grace So grant you weal and all prosperity: For I will gladly yield to her my place, In which that I was blissful wont to be. For since it liketh you, my Lord,” quoth she, “That whilom weren all mine heartë’s rest, That I shall go, I will go when you lest.

“But whereas ye me proffer such dowaire As I first brought, it is well in my mind, It was my wretched clothës, nothing fair, The which to me were hard now for to find. O goodë God! how gentle and how kind Ye seemed by your speech and your viságe, The day that maked was our marriáge!