And lops away the dead wood from his trunk,
And I will hug him like the mistletoe.
Geoffrey, thou art the man.
CHAUCER
[As Alisoun is about to embrace him, turns to the Man-of-Law.]
Cold-blooded knave!
The flower of women and the wit of wives—
Yet I must lose her!
MAN-OF-LAW
Blame not me, sir; blame