ANONYMOUS STUDENT'S CONCLUSION FOR THE CLERK'S TALE

Whan that Grisilde's doghter was ytaken
She silently devysed hire a planne
For to revenge swich deed she wold not slaken
Though Walter bynne a markys and a manne.
Whil in her veynes the fury swifte yrannne,
To Walter chambre stoleth shee by nighte,
And whispred, "Yor dere wyf namoore I highte."

Up reyse she hir axe as up he sterte
And cleved she his manhood right in tweyne.
"Ye be nat fitte to lyve, withouten herte,"
Said she, whil Walter clutch'd himself in peyne.
"Next comes yor nekke; the blood will flow like reyne!
Me liketh not to soffre as ye heste.
Yor kyngdom now is myne!" She axed his breste.