7311 I take youre silf to recorde heere,
7312 That men ne may, in no manere,
7313 Teren the wolf out of his hide,
7314 Til he be slain, bak and side,
7315 Though men hym bete and alto defile;
7316 What? wene ye that I wole bigile?
7317 ffor I am clothed mekely,
7318 Ther undir is all my trechery;
7319 Myn herte chaungith never the mo
7320 ffor noon abit, in which I go.
7321 Though I have chere of symplenesse,
7322 I am not wery of shrewidnesse.
7323 Myn lemman, streyneth Abstinence,
7324 Hath myster of my purveaunce;
7325 She hadde ful longe ago be deede,
7326 Nere my councel and my rede;
7327 Lete hir allone, and you and me.'
7328 And love answerde, 'I trust thee
7329 Without borowe, for I wole noon.'
7330 And falssemblant, the theef, Anoon,
7331 Ryght in that ilke same place,
7332 That hadde of tresoun al his face
7333 Ryght blak withynne, and white withoute,
7334 Thankith hym, gan on his knees loute.