And houped after Hunger, þat herd hym atte firste: 165
'Awreke me of þise wastoures,' quod he 'þat þis worlde schendeth!'
Hunger in haste þo hent Wastour bi þe mawe,
And wronge hym so bi þe wombe þat bothe his eyen wattered.
He buffeted þe Britoner aboute þe chekes,
Þat he loked like a lanterne al his lyf after. 170
He bette hem so bothe, he barste nere here guttes;
Ne hadde Pieres with a pese-lof preyed Hunger to cesse,
They hadde ben doluen bothe, ne deme þow non other.
'Suffre hem lyue,' he seyde 'and lete hem ete with hogges,