And water, in dede, ryght nought coulde do there,
Yet I thynke organs no suche commodyte,[172] C ii 615
Wherby the water shulde banyshed be.
And for your bagpypes, I take them as nyfuls,[173]
Your mater is all in fansyes and tryfuls.
Wynde Myller. By god, but ye shall not tryfull me of[174] so!
Yf these thynges serve not, I wyll reherse mo. 620
And now to mynde there is one olde proverbe come,
One bushell of marche dust is worth a kynges raunsome,
What is a hundreth thousande bushels worth than?