And when this Walter saw her patience, Her gladde cheer, and no malice at all, And* he so often had her done offence, *although And she aye sad* and constant as a wall, *steadfast Continuing ev’r her innocence o’er all, The sturdy marquis gan his hearte dress* *prepare To rue upon her wifely steadfastness. “This is enough, Griselda mine,” quoth he, “Be now no more *aghast, nor evil paid,* *afraid, nor displeased* I have thy faith and thy benignity As well as ever woman was, assay’d, In great estate and poorely array’d: Now know I, deare wife, thy steadfastness;” And her in arms he took, and gan to kiss. And she for wonder took of it no keep;* *notice She hearde not what thing he to her said: She far’d as she had start out of a sleep, Till she out of her mazedness abraid.* *awoke “Griseld’,” quoth he, “by God that for us died, Thou art my wife, none other I have, Nor ever had, as God my soule save. “This is thy daughter, which thou hast suppos’d To be my wife; that other faithfully Shall be mine heir, as I have aye dispos’d; Thou bare them of thy body truely: At Bologna kept I them privily: Take them again, for now may’st thou not say That thou hast lorn* none of thy children tway. *lost “And folk, that otherwise have said of me, I warn them well, that I have done this deed For no malice, nor for no cruelty, But to assay in thee thy womanhead: And not to slay my children (God forbid), But for to keep them privily and still, Till I thy purpose knew, and all thy will.” When she this heard, in swoon adown she falleth For piteous joy; and after her swooning, She both her younge children to her calleth, And in her armes piteously weeping Embraced them, and tenderly kissing, Full like a mother, with her salte tears She bathed both their visage and their hairs. O, what a piteous thing it was to see Her swooning, and her humble voice to hear! “Grand mercy, Lord, God thank it you,” quoth she, That ye have saved me my children dear; Now reck* I never to be dead right here; *care Since I stand in your love, and in your grace, No *force of* death, nor when my spirit pace.* *no matter for* *pass