And some, to plese Perkyn, piked vp þe wedes. 105
At heighe pryme Peres lete þe plowe stonde,
To ouersen hem hymself, and whoso best wrouȝte
He shulde be huyred þerafter whan heruest-tyme come.
And þanne seten somme and songen atte nale,
And hulpen erie his half-acre with 'how! trollilolli!' 110
'Now, bi þe peril of my soule!' quod Pieres, al in pure tene,
'But ȝe arise þe rather, and rape ȝow to worche,
Shal no greyne þat groweth glade ȝow at nede;
And þough ȝe deye for dole, þe deuel haue þat reccheth!'