And sithen he seide,
"We have a wyndow in werchynge
Wole sitten us ful hye,
Woldestow glaze that gable
And grave therinne thy name,
Syker sholde thi soule be
Hevene to have."
"Wiste I that," quod that womman,
"I wolde noght spare
For to be youre frend, frere,