Thus plained Dorigen a day or tway, Purposing ever that she wouldë dey; 3379 But natheless upon the thirdë night Home came Arviragus, the worthy knight, And asked her why that she wept so sore. And she gan weepen ever longer more. “Alas,” quoth she, “that ever I was born! Thus have I said,” quoth she; “thus have I sworn.” And told him all, as ye have heard before: It needeth not rehearse it you no more. This husband with glad cheer, 3380 in friendly wise, Answér’d and said, as I shall you devise. 3381 “Is there aught ellës, Dorigen, but this?” “Nay, nay,” quoth she, “God help me so, as wis 3382 This is too much, an’ 3383 it were Goddë’s will.” “Yea, wife,” quoth he, “let sleepë what is still, It may be well par’venture yet to-day.