That some man bothë him and her had slain; For neither after his death, nor in his life, Ne would he that she were no love nor wife, But ever live as widow in clothës black, Sole as the turtle that hath lost her make. 2933 But at the last, after a month or tway, His sorrow gan assuagë, sooth to say. For, when he wist it might none other be, He patiently took his adversity: Save out of doubtë he may not foregon That he was jealous evermore-in-one: 2934 Which jealousy was so outrageoús, That neither in hall, nor in none other house, Nor in none other place never the mo’ He wouldë suffer her to ride or go, But if 2935 that he had hand on her alway. For which full often weptë freshë May, That loved Damian so burningly That she must either dien suddenly, Or ellës she must have him as her lest: