Chese now," quod she, "oon of thise thynges tweye:<br />To han me foul and old til that I deye,<br />And be to yow a trewe, humble wyf,<br />And nevere yow displese in al my lyf,<br />Or elles ye wol han me yong and fair,<br />And take youre aventure of the repair<br />That shal be to youre hous by cause of me,<br />Or in som oother place, may wel be.<br />Now chese yourselven, wheither that yow liketh.