And sche began to pleie and rage,
As who seith, I am wel ynowh;
Bot he therof nothing ne lowh,
For sche tok thanne chiere on honde
And clepeth him hire housebonde,[392]
And seith, ‘My lord, go we to bedde,
For I to that entente wedde,[393] 1770
That thou schalt be my worldes blisse:’
And profreth him with that to kisse,
As sche a lusti Lady were.