We can do ryght nought in our laundrye.
An other maner losse, yf we sholde mys,
Then of suche nycebyceters[195] as she is.
Gentylwoman. I thynke yt better that thou envy me,
Then I sholde stande at rewarde[196] of thy pytte. 900
It is the guyse of such grose quenes as thou art
With such as I am evermore to thwart.
By cause that no beauty ye can obtayne
Therfore ye have us that be fayre in dysdayne.
Launder. When I was as yonge as thou art now, 905