Now will I stint 3243 of this Arviragus, And speak I will of Dorigen his wife, That lov’d her husband as her heartë’s life. For his abséncë weepeth she and siketh, 3244 As do these noble wivës when them liketh; She mourneth, waketh, waileth, fasteth, plaineth; Desire of his presénce her so distraineth, That all this widë world she set at nought. Her friendës, which that knew her heavy thought, Comfórtë her in all that ever they may; They preachë her, they tell her night and day, That causëless she slays herself, alas! And every comfort possible in this case They do to her, with all their business, 3245 And all to make her leave her heaviness. By process, as ye knowen every one, Men may so longë graven in a stone, Till some figúre therein imprinted be: So long have they comfórted her, till she Received hath, by hope and by reasón,