Bot where he lith yit wot he noght,
Til he arise upon the morwe;
And thanne he seith, ‘O, which a sorwe
It is a man be drinkeles!’[706]
So that halfdrunke in such a res
With dreie mouth he sterte him uppe,[707]
And seith, ‘Nou baillez ça the cuppe.’ 60
That made him lese his wit at eve
Is thanne a morwe al his beleve;
The cuppe is al that evere him pleseth,