He rubbed her upon her tender face, And saidë thus; “Alas! I must trespace To you, my spouse, and you greatly offend, Ere timë come that I will down descend. But natheless consider this,” quoth he, “There is no workman, whatsoe’er he be, That may both workë well and hastily: This will be done at leisure perfectly. It is no force 2893 how longë that we play; In true wedlock coupled be we tway; And blessed be the yoke that we be in, For in our actës may there be no sin. A man may do no sinnë with his wife, Nor hurt himselfë with his owen knife; For we have leave to play us by the law.”