A mean whereby to pick me a thank,
Of Margery Mildon, the maid of the milk-house,
And Stainer the stutter,[192] the guid[193] of the storehouse.
Then was my lady’s anger well gone,
And will be so still, and the truth be not known.
Haphazard. By ’r Lady barefoot, this bakes trimly.
Subservus. Nay, but I escaped more finely;
For I under this hedge one while did stay.
Then in this bush, then in that way:
Then slip I behind them among all the rest,