That [ye] this nexte folk han doon.'
'Fy on yow,' quod she, 'everichoon!
Ye [masty] swyn, ye ydel wrecches,
Ful of roten slowe tecches!
What? false theves! [wher] ye wolde
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Be famous good, and no-thing nolde
Deserve why, ne never roughte?
Men rather yow [to-hangen] oughte!
For ye be lyk the [sweynte] cat,