He stooped down, and on his back she stood, And caught her by a twist, 2994 and up she go’th. (Ladies, I pray you that ye be not wroth, I cannot glose, 2995 I am a rudë man): And suddenly anon this Damian Gan pullen up the smock, and in he throng. 2996 And when that Pluto saw this greatë wrong, To January he gave again his sight, And made him see as well as ever he might. And when he thus had caught his sight again, Was never man of anything so fain: But on his wife his thought was evermo’. Up to the tree he cast his eyen two, And saw how Damian his wife had dress’d, In such mannére, it may not be express’d, But if 2997 I wouldë speak uncourteously. And up he gave a roaring and a cry,