THE day of weddyng cam, but no wight can GEOFFREY CHAUCER. But natheles this marquys hath doon make The tyme of undern of the same day In this array the right way han they holde. Sche sayd, "I wol with other maydenes stonde, THE MARRIAGE OF PATIENT GRISSEL. And sche the way into the castel holde." And as sche wold over the threisshfold goon, The marquys cam and gan hir for to calle. And sche set doun her water-pot anoon Bisides the threisshfold of this oxe stalle, And doun upon hir knees sche gan falle, And with sad countenaunce sche knelith stille, Til sche had herd what was the lordes wille. This thoughtful marquys spak unto this mayde Ful soberly, and sayd in this manere: "Wher is your fader, Grisildes?" he sayde. He by the hond than takith this olde man, Lenger the plesauns of myn herte hyde; "Thow lovest me, I wot it wel certeyn, The sodeyn caas the man astoneyd tho, But oonly this: "Lord," quod he, "my willyng |