But, like mine, thy day is over—thou art blunt and I’m disgraced!
Curses on thy maker’s projects, curses on his ‘magic paste.’”
Thus he grumbled all day, from morning till night—
No person could please him, no conduct was right—
Till his very retainers grew furious quite,
And determined to quit his service.
For much afflicted was Seneschal Hans;
While the groom from York told the cook from France
“He warn’t going to be led such a precious dance
In a house turned topsy-turvies.”