Bot if it liketh you to hiere,
It mot be seid al prively,[881]
Wher non schal be bot ye and I.’ 1880
Thus for the time he tok his leve.
The dai goth forth til it was eve,
That every man mot lete his werk;[882]
And sche thoghte evere upon this clerk,
What thing it is he wolde mene:
And in this wise abod the queene,
And passeth over thilke nyht,