Bailey, I’ll learn thy cook to turn a spit.
[Exit, right. Enter, left, Joannes.]
CHAUCER
[To Ploughman.]
Aye, man, but weather is the ploughman’s wife
To take for worse or better. If thy loam
Be thin, and little snow, which is the best
Manure, then thou must dung thy furrows twice
’Twixt Michelmas and March.
PLOUGHMAN