‘Nay, stay a while, some respite make;
If my master should come he would us take.
9
‘Alas,’ quoth the maid, ‘my master doth come!’
‘Alas!’ quoth the fryer, ‘where shall I run?’
‘Behind yon cloth run thou,’ quoth she,
‘For there my master cannot see.’
10.
Behind the cloth the fryer went,
And was in the well incontinent.