The Squire’s Tale

“Hey! Goddë’s mercy!” said our Hostë tho, 3010 “Now such a wife I pray God keep me fro’. Lo, suchë sleightës and subtilities In women be; for aye as busy as bees Are they us silly men for to deceive, And from the soothë 3011 will they ever weive, 3012 As this Merchantë’s tale it proveth well. But natheless, as true as any steel, I have a wife, though that she poorë be; But of her tongue a labbing 3013 shrew is she; And yet 3014 she hath a heap of vices mo’. Thereof no force; 3015 let all such thingës go. But wit 3016