But for your labour, I wolde that your tacle B iii b
Were in a skaldyng water well sod. 555
Tyb. Peace, I say, thou lettest the worde of God.
Sir J. An other myracle eke I shall you say,
Of a woman, whiche that many a day
Had been wedded, and in all that season
She had no chylde, nother doughter nor son; 560
Wherfore to Saynt Modwin[281] she went on pilgrimage,
And offered there a lyve pyg, as is the usage
Of the wyves that in London dwell;