Nowe in cometh another rabell; Fyrst one wyth a ladell, Another wyth a cradell, And wyth a syde sadell: And there began a fabell, A clatterynge and a babell Of folys fylly[517] That had a fole wyth wylly, With, Iast you, and, gup, gylly! 390 She coulde not lye stylly. Then came in a genet, And sware by saynct Benet, I dranke not this sennet A draught to my pay; Elynour, I thé pray, Of thyne ale let vs assay, And haue here a pylche of gray; I were skynnes of conny, That causeth I loke so donny. 400 Another than dyd hyche her, And brought a pottel pycher, A tonnel, and a bottell, But she had lost the stoppell; She cut of her sho sole, And stopped therwyth the hole. Amonge all the blommer, Another brought a skommer, A fryinge pan, and a slyce; Elynour made the pryce 410 For good ale eche whyt. Than sterte in mad Kyt, That had lyttle wyt; She semed somdele seke, And brought[518] a peny cheke To dame Elynour, For a draught of lycour. Than Margery Mylkeducke Her kyrtell she did vptucke An ynche aboue her kne, 420 Her legges that ye myght se; But they were sturdy and stubbed,[519] Myghty pestels and clubbed, As fayre and as whyte As the fote of a kyte: She was somwhat foule, Crokenecked lyke an oule; And yet she brought her fees, A cantell of Essex chese Was well a fote thycke, 430 Full of maggottes quycke; It was huge and greate, And myghty stronge meate For the deuyll to eate; It was tart and punyete. Another sorte of sluttes, Some brought walnuttes,[520] Some apples, some peres, Some brought theyr clyppynge sheres, Some brought this and that, 440 Some brought I wote nere what, Some brought theyr husbandes hat, Some podynges and lynkes, Some trypes that stynkes.[521] But of all this thronge One came them amonge, She semed halfe a leche, And began to preche Of the tewsday in the weke Whan the mare doth keke; 450 Of the vertue of an vnset leke; Of her husbandes breke; Wyth the feders of a quale She could to Burdeou[522] sayle; And wyth good ale barme She could make a charme To helpe wythall a stytch: She semed to be a wytch. Another brought two goslynges, That were noughty froslynges; 460 She[523] brought them in a wallet, She was a cumly callet: The goslenges were untyde; Elynour began to chyde, They[524] be wretchockes[525] thou hast brought, They are shyre shakyng nought! _Sextus passus._