The Canterbury Tales: The Miller's Tale
'Thanne make thee redy,' quod she, 'I come anon;'
And unto Nicholas she seyde stille;
'Now hust,' and thou shalt laughen al thy fille.'
This Absolon doun sette him on his knees,
and seyde, 'I am a lord at alle degrees;
For after this I hope ther cometh more.
Lemman, thy grace, and swete brid, thyn ore!'
For whan he spak, he was anon bore doun
With hende Nicholas and Alisoun.
They tolden every man that he was wood,
He was agast so of 'Nowelis flood.'