"And I shal apparaille me," quod Perkyn, "In pilgrymes wise, 3910 And wende with yow I wile, Til we fynde Truthe; And caste on my clothes Y-clouted and hole, My cokeres and my coffes, For cold of my nailes; And hange myn hoper at myn hals In stede of a scryppe. A busshel of bred corn {121} Brynge me therinne; 3920 For I wol sowe it myself, And sithenes wol I wende To pilgrymage, as palmeres doon, Pardon for to have. And who so helpeth me to erie And sowen here er I wende, Shal have leve, by oure Lorde! To lese here in hervest, And make hem murie thermyd, Maugree who so bi-gruccheth it. 3930 And alle kynne crafty-men, That konne lyven in truthe, I shal fynden hem fode, That feithfulliche libbeth. "Save Jagge the jogelour, And Jonette of the stuwes, And Danyel the dees-pleyere, And Denote the baude, And frere the faitour, And folk of hire ordre, 3940 And Robyn the ribaudour For hise rusty wordes. Truthe tolde me ones, And bad me telle it after, _Deleantur de libro viventium_, I sholde noght dele with hem, For holy chirche is hote of hem No tithe to take; _Qui cum justis non scribantur_; They ben ascaped good aventure, 3950 God hem amende!" Dame Werch-whan-tyme-is Piers wif highte; {122} His doughter highte Do-right-so,- Or-thi-dame-shal-thee-bete; His sone highte Suffre-thi-sovereyns- To-haven-hir-wille,- Deme-hem-noght,-for-if-thow-doost,- Thow-shalt-it-deere-abugge. Lat God y-worthe with al, 3960 For so his word techeth; For now I am old and hoor, And have of myn owene, To penaunce and to pilgrimage I wol passe with thise othere. "For-thi I wole er I wende Do write my biqueste, _In Dei nomine, Amen_, I make it myselve; He shal have my soule, 3970 That best hath deserved it; And fro the fend it defende, For so I bileve, Til I come to hise acountes, As my Credo me telleth, To have a relees and a remission, On that rental I leve. "The kirke shal have my caroyne, And kepe my bones; For of my corn and catel 3980 She craved the tithe; I paide it ful prestly, For peril of my soule. For-thi is he holden I hope To have me in his masse, And mengen in his memorie Amonges alle cristene. {123} "My wif shal have of that I wan With truthe, and na-moore, And dele among my doughtres, 3990 And my deere children; For though I deye to day, My dettes are quyte; I bar hom that I borwed, Er I to bedde yede.