He leide, as he hir wolde embrace,
And evere among he axeth grace, 410
As thogh sche wiste what he mente:[1136]
And thus himself he gan tormente
With such desese of loves peine,
That noman mihte him more peine.
Bot how it were, of his penance
He made such continuance
Fro dai to nyht, and preith so longe,
That his preiere is underfonge,