Maude Ruggy thyther skypped: She was vgly hypped, And vgly thycke lypped, Lyke an onyon syded, 470 Lyke tan ledder hyded: She had her so guyded Betwene the cup and the wall, That she was there wythall Into a palsey fall; Wyth that her hed shaked, And her handes quaked: Ones hed wold haue aked To se her naked: She dranke so of the dregges,[526] 480 The dropsy was in her legges; Her face glystryng lyke glas; All foggy fat she was; She had also the gout In all her ioyntes about; Her breth was soure and stale, And smelled all of ale: Suche a bedfellaw Wold make one cast his craw; But yet for all that 490 She dranke on the mash fat. There came an old rybybe; She halted of a kybe, And had broken her shyn At the threshold comyng in, And fell so wyde open That one myght se her token, The deuyll thereon be wroken! What nede all this be spoken? She yelled lyke a calfe: 500 Ryse vp, on Gods halfe, Said Elynour Rummyng, I beshrew thé for thy cummyng! And[527] as she at her did pluck, Quake, quake, sayd the duck In that lampatrams lap; Wyth, Fy, couer thy[528] shap Wyth sum flyp flap! God gyue it yll hap, Sayde Elynour for shame, 510 Lyke an honest dame. Vp she stert, halfe lame, And skantly could go For payne and for wo. In came another dant, Wyth a gose and a gant: She had a wide[529] wesant; She was nothynge plesant; Necked lyke an olyfant; It was a bullyfant, 520 A gredy cormerant. Another brought her garlyke hedes;[530] Another brought her bedes Of iet or of cole, To offer to the ale pole: Some brought a wymble, Some brought a thymble, Some brought a sylke lace, Some brought a pyncase, Some her husbandes gowne, 530 Some a pyllow of downe, Some of[531] the napery; And all this shyfte they make For the good ale sake. A strawe, sayde Bele, stande vtter, For we haue egges and butter, And of[532] pygeons a payre. Than sterte forth a fysgygge,[533] And she brought a bore pygge; The fleshe therof was ranke, 540 And her brethe strongly stanke, Yet, or she went, she dranke, And gat her great thanke Of Elynour for her ware, That she thyther bare To pay for her share. Now truly, to my thynkynge, This is a solempne drinkynge. _Septimus passus._