tEheE! QuOD ShE
And at the window out she putte hir hole,
and Absolon, hym fil no bet ne wers,
But with his mouth he kiste hir naked ers
Ful savorly, er he were war of this.
Abak he stirte, and thoughte it was amys,
For wel he wiste a womman hath no berd.
He felte a thyng al rough and long yherd,
And seyde, “Fy! allas! What have I do?”
"Tehee!" quod she, and clpate the wyndow to,
And Absolon gooth forth a sory pas.
"A berd! a berd!" quod hende nicholas,
"by Goddes corpus, this goth faire and weel."