“This is enough, Griselda mine,” quoth he, “Be now no more aghast, nor evil paid, 2696 I have thy faith and thy benignity As well as ever woman was, assay’d, In great estate and poorëly array’d: Now know I, dearë wife, thy steadfastness;” And her in arms he took, and gan to kiss.

And she for wonder took of it no keep; 2697 She heardë not what thing he to her said: She far’d as she had start out of a sleep, Till she out of her mazedness abraid. 2698 “Griseld’,” quoth he, “by God that for us died, Thou art my wifë, none other I have, Nor ever had, as God my soulë save.