| 195 |
This gentil monk answerde in this manere: |
| "Now trewely, myn owene lady deer, |
| I have," quod he, "on yow so greet a routhe |
| That I yow swere, and plighte yow my trouthe, |
| That whan youre housbonde is to Flaundres fare, |
| 200 | I wol delyvere yow out of this care; |
| For I wol brynge yow an hundred frankes." |
| And with that word he caughte hire by the flankes, |
| And hire embraceth harde, and kiste hire ofte. |
| "Gooth now youre wey," quod he, "al stille and softe, |
| 205 | And lat us dyne as soone as that ye may; |
| For by my chilyndre it is prime of day. |
| Gooth now, and beeth as trewe as I shal be." |
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| 195 |
This gentle monk replied as you shall hear. |
| "Now truthfully, my own sweet lady dear, |
| I have," said he, "on you so great a ruth |
| That I do swear and promise you, in truth, |
| That when your husband goes to Flanders there, |
| 200 | I will deliver you from all this care; |
| For I will bring to you a hundred francs." |
| And with that word he caught her by the flanks |
| And hugged her to him hard and kissed her oft. |
| "Go now your way," he said, "all still and soft, |
| 205 | And let us dine as soon as ever we may, |
| For by my dial it's the prime of day. |
| Go now, and be as true as I shall be." |
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