 | Geoffrey Chaucer - Poetry - 2002 - 706 pages
...hold it best.' 'Kys me,' quod sche, 'we ben no lenger wrothe, angry For, by my trouthe, I wol be toyow bothe; This is to say, ye, bothe fair and good; I pray to God that I mot sterve wood die mad But 1 be toyow also good and trewe As ever was wyf, si ththen the world was newe: since And... | |
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