'But hardely, it is not al for nought
1165
That in myn herte I now reioyse thus.
It is ayein som good I have a thought.
Noot I not how, but sin that I was wrought,
Ne felte I swich a confort, dar I seye;
She comth to-night, my lyf, that dorste I leye!'
1170
168. Pandare answerde, 'it may be wel, y-nough';
And held with him of al that ever he seyde;