What heylyght thi leggys now to be lame?
Thou dedyst hem put ryght freschly owte,
Whan thou dedyst play with ȝon ȝonge dame.
Primus detractor. I pray to God gyf hym myschawns,
Hese leggys here do folde for age;
But with this damysel whan he dede dawns,
The olde charle had ryght gret corage.
Den. The shrewe was than sett in a dotage,
And had good lust that tyme to pleyn;
ȝaff sche not ȝow cowdel to potage,