The Canterbury Tales: The Wife of Bath's Tale
But certeinly, er he came fully there,
Vanysshed was this daunce, he nyste where.
No creature saugh he that bar lyf,
Save on the grene he saugh sittynge a wyf –
A fouler wight ther may no man devyse.
Agayn the knyght this olde wyf gan ryse.
(1001 – 1007)
Agayn the knyght this olde wyf gan ryse,
And sede, 'Sire knyght, heer forth ne lith now ey.
Tel me what that ye seken, by your fey!
Paraventure it may the better be,
Thise olde folk kan muchel thyng' quod she.
(1006 – 1010)
'Nay, thanne,' quod she, 'I shrewe us bothe two!
For though that I be foul, and oold, and poore,
I nolde for al the metal, ne for orre,
That under erthe is grave, or lith above,
But if thy wyf I were and eek thy love.'
(1068 – 1072)