“Be still, my joy, and greit not[771],
Now,
Of Peblis to the play!”
“Evir, allace!” than said scho,
“Am I nocht cleirlie tynt[772]?
I dar nocht cum yon mercat[773] to,
I am so evvil sone-brint[774].
Amang you merchands my dudds do[775],
Marie; I sall anis mynt[776]
Stand of far and keik[777] thaim to,