The folk her follow’d weeping on her way, And fortune aye they cursed as they gon: 2646 But she from weeping kept her eyen drey, 2647 Nor in this timë wordë spake she none. Her father, that this tiding heard anon, Cursed the day and timë, that natúre Shope 2648 him to be a living creatúre.

For, out of doubt, this oldë poorë man Was ever in suspéct of her marriáge: For ever deem’d he, since it first began, That when the lord fulfill’d had his coráge, 2649 He wouldë think it were a disparáge 2650 To his estate, so low for to alight, And voidë 2651 her as soon as e’er he might.