The wight men was never soe woe,
Their measure was not so meete.
She bound her boldly to abide;
To Peter Dale she came aside,
With many a hideous yell;
She gaped soe wide, and cried soe hee,
The fryer said, "I conjure thee,[76]
Thou art a feind of hell!
"Thou art come hither for some traine,[77]
I conjure thee to go againe