Where thou wast wont to dwell."
He sayned[78] him with crosse and creede,
Took forth a book, began to reade
In St. John his gospell.
The sew she would not Latin heare,
But rudely rushed at the frear,
That blinked all his blee;[79]
And when she would have taken her hold,
The fryer leaped as Jesus[80] wold,
And bealed him[81] with a tree.