all the villainy That he of women wrote, a butterfly. I am a woman, needës must I speak, Or ellës swell until mine heartë break. For since he said that we be jangleresses, 2986 As ever may I brookë 2987 whole my tresses, I shall not spare for no courtesy To speak him harm, that said us villainy.” “Dame,” quoth this Pluto, “be no longer wroth; I give it up: but, since I swore mine oath That I would grant to him his sight again, My word shall stand, that warn I you certáin: I am a king, it sits 2988 me not to lie.” “And I,” quoth she, “am queen of Faërie. Her answer she shall have, I undertake, Let us no morë wordës of it make. Forsooth, I will no longer you contráry.”