I am a gentle woman, and no wench. Why speak ye thus? but men be e’er untrue, And women have reproof of you aye new. Ye know none other dalliance, I believe, But speak to us of untrust and repreve.” 2961 And with that word she saw where Damian Sat in the bush, and coughë she began; And with her finger signë madë she, That Damian should climb upon a tree That charged was with fruit; and up he went: For verily he knew all her intent, And every signë that she couldë make, Better than January her own make. 2962 For in a letter she had told him all Of this mattér, how that he workë shall. And thus I leave him sitting in the perry, 2963 And January and May roaming full merry.