Ryse vp, on Gods halfe,
Said Elynour Rummyng,
I beshrew thé for thy cummyng!
And[527] as she at her did pluck,
Quake, quake, sayd the duck
In that lampatrams lap;
Wyth, Fy, couer thy[528] shap
Wyth sum flyp flap!
God gyue it yll hap,
Sayde Elynour for shame, 510