King Arthour Hadde in his house a lusty bacheler, that on a day cam rydinge fro river; And happed that, allone as she was born, He saugh a mayde walkinge him biforn, Of whiche mayde anon, maugree hir heed, By verray force he rafte hir madenheed".
Come to me fair maiden!
Spare me kind sir!
You have defiled a young maiden. yourpunishment is death!
I accept my fate.
Your highness, spare this knight's life. I will send him into the kindgom to find out what women really want.
Do you know what women want more than anything in the world?
Somme seyde honour, somme seyde, lolyness; somme, riche array, somme seyden, lust abedde, and ofte tyme to be widwe and wedde.And somme seyn, how that we loven best for to be free, and do right as us lest, and that no man repreve us of our vyce, but seye that we be wyse, and no-thing nyce.