Geoffrey Chaucer - The Wife of Bath's Tale lines 1240-1254 lyrics

I do no fors the wheither of the two, For as you liketh it suffiseth me." "Thanne have I gete of you maistrye," quod she, "Sin I may chese and governe as me lest?" "Ye, certes, wif," quod he. "I holde it best." "Kisse me," quod she. "We be no lenger wrothe. For by my trouthe, I wol be to you bothe-- This is to sayn, ye, bothe fair and good. I praye to God that I mote sterven wood, But I to you be al so good and trewe As evere was wif sin that the world was newe. And but I be tomorn as fair to seene As any lady, emperisse, or queene, That is bitwixe the eest and eek the west, Do with my lif and deeth right as you lest: