Where venus bounsing vestalls skirmish[°] oft;
And there shee sett me in a leather chaire[°],
And brought me forth, of prettie Trulls[°], a paire,
To chuse of them which might content myne[°] eye;
But hir I sought, I could nowhere espie[°].
I spake them faire, and wisht them[°] well to fare—
"Yet[°] soe yt is, I must haue fresher ware;
Wherefore, dame Bawde, as daintie as you bee[°],
Fetch gentle mistris Francis forth to[°] me."
"By Halliedame[°]," quoth she, "and Gods oune mother,