and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she:
‘O what do these three pair of boots do here,
without the leave of me?’
15
‘Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold,
can’t you very well see?
These are three pudding-bags,
my mother sent to me.’
16
‘Heyday! Godzounds! Pudding-bags with spurs on!