3280 ship nor boat to gon, I say, when ye have made this coast so clean Of rockës, that there is no stonë seen, Then will I love you best of any man; Have here my troth, in all that ever I can; For well I wot that it shall ne’er betide. Let such follý out of your heartë glide. What dainty 3281 should a man have in his life For to go love another mannë’s wife, That hath her body when that ever him liketh?” Aurelius full often sorë siketh; 3282 “Is there none other grace in you?” quoth he, “No, by that Lord,” quoth she, “that maked me.” Woe was Aurelius when that he this heard, And with a sorrowful heart he thus answér’d. “Madame,” quoth he, “this were an impossíble. Then must I die of sudden death horríble.” And with that word he turned him anon.