Within this Hall, neither rich nor yet poor
Would do for me aught although I should die;
Which seing, I gat me out of the door;
Where Flemings began on me for to cry,—
"Master, what will you copen[102] or buy?
Fine felt hats, or spectacles to read?
Lay down your silver, and here you may speed."
To Westminster Gate I presently went,
When the sun was at high prime;
Cooks to me they took good intent,[103]