and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she:
‘O what do these three swords do here,
without the leave of me?’
7
‘Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold,
can’t you very well see?
They are three roasting-spits,
my mother sent to me.’
8
‘Heyday! Godzounds! Roasting spits with scabbards on!