Tyb. What, art come so sone?
Gyve us water to wasshe nowe—have done.
Than he bryngeth the payle empty.
Johan. By kockes soule, it was, even nowe, full to the brynk,
But it was out agayne or I coude thynke;
Wherof I marveled, by God Almyght, 445
And than I loked betwene me and the lyght
And I spyed a clyfte, bothe large and wyde.
Lo, wyfe! here it is on the tone[278] syde.
Tyb. Why dost not stop it?