The Canterbury Tales: The Miller's Tale
And prively he caughte hire by the queynte,
And seyde, 'Y-wis, but if ich have my wille,
For derne love of thee, lemman, I spille.'
This Nicholas gan mercy for to crye,
And spak so faire, and profred him so faste,
That she hir love him graunted atte laste.
When Nicholas had doon thus everydeel,
He thakked hire aboute the lendes weel,
He kiste hire swete, and taketh his sautrye,
And pleyeth faste, and maketh melodye.