He threatened her with one hand.
'Wench,' he said, 'I have had better converse with thee than with man or child this several years. Thinkest thou I will let thee go?'
She began to sob:
'What rest may I have? What rest?'
He mocked her:
'What rest may I have? What rest? My nights are full of evil dreams! God help me. Have I offered thee foul usage? Have I pursued thee with amorous suits?'
She said pitifully:
'You had better have done that than set me amongst these plotters.'
'I have never seen a woman so goodly to look upon as thou art,' he answered.
She covered her face with her hands, but he pulled them apart and gazed at it.