When most mister[98] had beene;
You will all speake words at hame,
A man would ding you every ilk ane,[99]
And if it be as I weine."
He look't so griesly all that night,
The warden said, "Yon man will fight
If you say aught but good;
Yon guest[100] hath grieved him so sare,
Hold your tongues, and speake noe mare,