Þat þu leidest on min hondes;
And for [þe] keuel at þe laste,
Þat in mi mouth was þrist faste.
y was þe[r]-with so harde prangled,
Þat i was þe[r]-with ney[e] strangled.”
“Wel is me þat þu mayth hete:
Dame Leve brings him bread and cheese, butter, &c.
Goddoth!” quath leue, “y shal þe fete
Bred an chese, butere and milk,
Pastees and flaunes, al with suilk