795
That, whan she seigh her tyme mighte be,
(91)
At night she stal awey ful prively
With her face [y-wimpled] subtilly;
[For alle her frendes—for to save her trouthe—]
She hath for-sake; allas! and that is routhe
800
That ever woman wolde be so trewe
To trusten man, but she the bet him knewe!