I wolde eche wyfe that is bounde in maryage,
And that is wedded here within this place, 585
Myght have as quicke spede in every suche case.
Tyb. Forsoth, Syr Johan, yet for all that
I have sene the day that pus, my cat,
Hath had in a yere kytlyns eyghtene.
Johan. Ye, Tyb, my wyfe, and that have I sene. 590
But howe say you, Syr Jhan, was it good, your pye?
The dyvell the morsell that therof eate I.
By the good lorde this is a pyteous warke—