His wif al redi there him kepte.
Whan he hir sih, anon he wepte,
And that he dede for deceite,
For sche began to axe him streite,
‘Wher is mi Soster?’ And he seide
That sche was ded; and Progne abreide,
P. ii. 319
As sche that was a wofull wif,
And stod betuen hire deth and lif,
Of that sche herde such tidinge:[414]