Now do our loos be blowen swythe,
(770) 1860
As wisly be thou ever blythe.'
'Gladly,' quod she; 'thou Eolus,
Herestow not what they preyen us?'
'Madame, yis, ful wel,' quod he,
'And I wil trumpen hit, parde!'
1865
And tok his blakke trumpe faste,
And gan to puffen and to blaste,