Upon this thing which is befalle
Seith that Constance hath don this dede;
And to the bed with that he yede
After the falshed of his speche,
And made him there forto seche,
And fond the knif, wher he it leide,
And thanne he cride and thanne he seide,[591] 860
‘Lo, seth the knif al blody hiere!
What nedeth more in this matiere
To axe?’ And thus hire innocence