But verily for love and affiánce.” 3721 Thus be they sworn, and thereupon they kiss’d, And each of them told other what them list. “Cousin,” quoth she, “if that I haddë space, As I have none, and namely 3722 in this place, Then would I tell a legend of my life, What I have suffer’d since I was a wife With mine husbánd, all 3723 be he your cousín. “Nay,” quoth this monk, “by God and Saint Martín, He is no morë cousin unto me, Than is the leaf that hangeth on the tree; I call him so, by Saint Denis of France, To have the morë cause of ácquaintánce Of you, which I have loved specially Aboven allë women sickerly, 3724 This swear I you on my professioún; 3725 Tell me your grief, lest that he come adown,