To circumvent him, by a ruse de guerre:
And, as the project ripen’d in his head,
Thus to his virtuous Wife he said:
“Now sit thee down, my Lady bright!
And list thy Lord’s desire;
An assignation thou shalt write,
Beshrew me! to the Friar.
“Aread him, at the midnight hour,
In silent sort to go,
And bide thy coming, in the Bower—