And dares not ons to sturre,[379]
Excepte he goo his waye,
And come another daye;
And then the matter is made,
That the poore man with his spade
Must no more his farme invade,
But must vse[380] some other trade;
For yt is so agreed
That my ladye mesteres Mede[381]
Shall hym expulce with all spede,