And I with him, here I me shryve, and seye
That wikkedly ye doon us bothe deye.
64. But sith it lyketh yow that I be deed,
By Neptunus, that god is of the see,
Fro this forth shal I never eten breed
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Til I myn owene herte blood may see;
For certayn, I wole deye as sone as he'—
And up he sterte, and on his wey he raughte,
Til she agayn him by the lappe caughte.