_Johan._ She that boughte the these waxe candylles twayne, She is a good companyon certayn. 460 _Tyb._ What, was it not my gossyp Margery? _Syr J._ Yes, she is a blessed woman surely. _Tyb._ Nowe wolde God I were as good as she, For she is vertuous, and full of charyte. _Johan_ [_aside_]. Nowe, so God helpe me; and by my holydome,[279] 465 She is the erranst baud betwene this and Rome. _Tyb._ What sayst? B ii _b_ _Johan._ Mary, I chafe the wax, And I chafe it so hard that my fingers krakks. But take up this py that I here torne; And it stand long, y-wys it wyll borne. 470 _Tyb._ Ye, but thou must chafe the wax, I say. _Johan._ Byd hym syt down, I the pray-- Syt down, good Syr Johan, I you requyre. _Tyb._ Go, I say, and chafe the wax by the fyre, Whyle that we sup, Syr Jhan and I. 475 _Johan._ And how now, what wyll ye do with the py? Shall I not ete therof a morsell? _Tyb._ Go and chafe the wax whyle thou art well, And let us have no more pratyng thus. _Syr. J._ _Benedicite._ _Johan._ _Dominus._ 480 _Tyb._ Now go chafe the wax, with a myschyfe. _Johan._ What! I come to blysse the bord,[280] swete wyfe! It is my custome now and than. Mych good do it you, Master Syr Jhan. _Tyb._ Go chafe the wax, and here no lenger tary. 485 _Johan_ [_aside_]. And is not this a very purgatory To se folkis ete, and may not ete a byt? By kokkis soule, I am a very wodcok. This payle here, now a vengaunce take it! Now my wyfe gyveth me a proud mok! 490 _Tyb._ What dost? _Johan._ Mary, I chafe the wax here, And I ymagyn to make you good chere, [_Aside._] That a vengaunce take you both as ye syt, For I know well I shall not ete a byt. But yet, in feyth, yf I myght ete one morsell, 495 I wold thynk the matter went very well. _Syr J._ Gossyp, Jhan Jhan, now mych good do it you. What chere make you, there by the fyre? _Johan._ Master parson, I thank yow now; I fare well enow after myne own desyre. 500 _Syr J._ What dost, Jhan Jhan, I the requyre? _Johan._ I chafe the wax here by the fyre. _Tyb._ Here is good drynk, and here is a good py. _Syr J._ We fare very well, thankyd be our lady. _Tyb._ Loke how the kokold chafyth the wax that is hard, 505 And for his lyfe, daryth not loke hetherward. _Syr J._ What doth my gossyp?