'Ne wolt thou nat,' quod he, this cruel man,
'As wisly Iupiter my soule save,
As I shal in the stable slee thy knave,
And leye him in thy bed, and loude crye,
(130)
That I thee finde in suche avouterye;
1810
And thus thou shalt be deed, and also lese
Thy name, for thou shalt non other chese.'