And though the wastel-bread was underdone,
He was most kind at table, and inquired
After your health, petite. And though he kissed
The ale-wife—oui, ma pauvre Jacquette!—yet he
Is contrite, and will seek St. Thomas’ shrine
For absolution.
CHAUCER
Forgive us our trespasses!
PRIORESS
He was so courteous, too, upon the road