Ous noght to the ben lothe; We ben thin oghne wommen bothe." 5860 Thus pleigneth Progne and axeth wreche, And thogh hire Soster lacke speche, To him that alle thinges wot Hire sorwe is noght the lasse hot: Bot he that thanne had herd hem tuo, Him oughte have sorwed everemo For sorwe which was hem betuene. With signes pleigneth Philomene, And Progne seith, "It schal be wreke, That al the world therof schal speke." 5870 And Progne tho seknesse feigneth, Wherof unto hir lord sche pleigneth, And preith sche moste hire chambres kepe, And as hir liketh wake and slepe. And he hire granteth to be so; And thus togedre ben thei tuo, That wolde him bot a litel good. Nou herk hierafter hou it stod Of wofull auntres that befelle: Thes Sostres, that ben bothe felle,- 5880 And that was noght on hem along, Bot onliche on the grete wrong Which Teres hem hadde do,- Thei schopen forto venge hem tho. This Teres be Progne his wif A Sone hath,
