[212] Mil, millet.
France is a country that produceth abondantly all that the heart of man can desire, only they are obligded to fetch their spices (tho they furnish other countries wt saffran which growes in seweral places of Poictou, costes 15 livres the pound at the cheapest) from Arabia, their sugar from America and the Barbado Islands: yet wtout ether of the tuo they could live wery weill.
A man may live 10 years in France or he sy a French man drink their oune
Kings health. Amongs on another they make not a boast to call him[213]
bougre, coquin, frippon, etc. I have sein them in mockery drink to the
King of Frances coachhorses health.
[213] i. e. think nothing of calling him.
The plumdamy, heir prunecuite,[214] they dry so in a furnace.
[214] Prune, dried plum.
About the end of Octobre the peasants brings in their fruits to Poictiers to sel, especially their Apples, and that in loadened chariots. The beggar wifes and stirrows[215] ware sure to be their, piking them furth in neiwfulles[216] on all sydes. I hav sein the peasents and them fall be ears thegither, the lads wt great apples would have given him sick a slap on the face that the cowll[217] would have bein almost like to greet; yet wt his rung[218] he would have given them a sicker neck herring[219] over the shoulders. I am sure that the halfe of them was stollen from many of them or they got them sold.
[215] Lads, boys.
[216] Handfuls.
[217] Fellow. See Jamieson's Dict, s.v. 'Coulie.'