The Nun feels a touch of his humor: "Ful wel she song the service divyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely.

Ful increase of honour Wait ever on you[r] Lordship.

Ful loth were him to cursen for his tithes, But rather wolde he yeven out of doute, Unto his pouré parishens aboute, Of his offring, and eke of his substance.

Ful semëly after hire mete she raught.