God sende mo swich thornes [on to pyke]!
1275
183. Pandare, which that stood hir faste by,
Felte [iren hoot], and he bigan to smyte,
And seyde, 'nece, I pray yow hertely,
Tel me that I shal axen yow a lyte.
A womman, that were of his deeth to wyte,
1280
With-outen his gilt, but for hir lakked routhe,
Were it wel doon?' Quod she, 'nay, by my trouthe!'