too great sicknéss Or too great sorrow held it in distress; So full it was of beauty and pleasánce. And after dinner they began to dance And sing also, save Dorigen alone, Who made alway her cómplaint and her moan, For she saw not him on the dancë go That was her husband, and her love also; But natheless she must a time abide, And with good hopë let her sorrow slide.