[2000]If, after two years' bondage, now she would
Answer more kindly to the voice of gold?
'My lord,' quoth she, with humble knee and voice.
'I am not tired with my nicer vow,
Nor hate I Hymen, might my eyes make choice,
Ask when I'll marry, and I'll answer now.'
'A man', quoth he, 'for face and virtue choose,
And on mine honour I will not refuse.'
Pazzella fearing that their whisp'ring would
Presage no good unto her huffing waste,