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186 THE TAMING OF A SHREW.
Yet for all this she was as ill
As ere she was before. When that he saw she wold not mend,
Nor that she wold be quiet, Neither for stroakes nor locking up, »
Nor yet for want of dyet,
He was almost at his wits end,
He knew not what to doe ; So that with gentlenes againe
He gane his wyfe to woo. 100
But she soone bad him holde his peace,
And sware it was his best, But then.he thought him of a wyle
Which made him be at rest.
He told a frend or two of his iw
What he had in his mynde; Who went with him into his house,
And when they all had dynde, " Good wyfe," quoth he, "thes frends of myne
Come hither for your good; no
There lyes a vayne under your toung,
Must now be letten blood."
Then she began to use hir tearmes,
And rayle"d at them fast; Yet bound they hir for al hir strenth us
Unto a poaste at laste, And let hir blood under the toung,
And tho she bled full sore, Yet did she rayle at them as fast
As ere she raylde before. 120 .