They steeped him in a Fat,[127] God wot,
for three days space and more.
And then they took him up againe,
and laid him for to drie,
They cast him on a chamber floore,
and swore that he should die.
They rubbed him and they stirred him,
and still they did him turne,
The malt man swore that he should die,
his body he would burne.