Þer þou mayt þi mete winne.
But wo is me! þou art so naked,
He makes him a coat of an old sail.
Of mi seyl y wolde þe were maked
A cloth, þou mithest inne gongen,
Sone, no cold þat þu ne fonge.”
HE HELPS THE EARL OF CORNWALL’S COOK.
[Fol. 208b. col. 2.]
He tok þe sh[e]res[45] of þe nayl,
And made him a couel of þe sayl,