Marchauntes her borded to see what she had lode:[245] 40
Therein they founde royall marchaundyse,
Fraghted with plesure of what ye coude deuyse.
But than I thoughte I wolde not dwell behynde;
Amonge all other I put myselfe in prece.
Than there coude I none aquentaunce fynde:
There was moche noyse; anone one cryed, Cese!
Sharpely commaundynge eche man holde hys pece:
Maysters, he sayde, the shyp that ye here see,
The Bowge of Courte it hyghte for certeynte:[246]