On youre Trenchoure, for that is curtesy.
¶ Youre knyf withe mete to your mouthe nat bere,
And in youre hande nor holdẽ yee yt no way;
Eke yf to yow be brouhte goode metys sere,
Luke curteysly of ylke mete yee assay,
And yf your dysshe withe mete be tane away
And better brouhte, curtesye wole certeyne
Yee late yt passe and calle it nat ageyne.
¶ And yf straungers withe yow be sette at mete,
And vnto yow goode mete be brouhte or sente,