Each sayd ye other was ye thiefe.
“Zounds!” cried ye Sainte, “this brawle must cease.
I’ll binde ye bothe to keepe ye peace.”
Whereat ye twain in nowyse loath,
“Pray then wyth one bond binde us bothe.”
Loude laughed ye Sainte, “Perdi! ’Tis done!”
And made ye Youthe and Mayden one.
Lady, anent this suit of mine