Yet forth she yode, thereat half aghast;
And Kiddie the door sperred after her fast.
It was not long, after she was gone,
But the false Fox came to the door anone;
Not as a fox, for then he had be kend,
But all as a poor pedlar he did wend,
Bearing a truss of trifles at his back,
As bells, and babes, and glasses, in his pack:
A biggen he had got about his brain,
For in his headpiece he felt a sore pain: