| 380 | And haue a mantel rially I bore | |
| | A | Cook they hadde with hem for the nonys | |
| | To boylle the chekens & the mary bonys | |
| | And powder marchaunt tart and galingale | |
| | Wel knew he a draughte of london ale | |
| 385 | He coude roste sethe boyle and frye | |
| | Make mortrewys and wel bake a pye | |
| | But gret harm was it as it thoughte me | |
| | For on his chynne a Marmoyl hadde he | |
| | And blank Manger made he with the best | |
| | A | Shipman was ther that woned fer be west | |
| | For ought I woot he was of dertemouth | |
| | He rood vp a rowncy as he cowth | |
| | In a gowne foldynge to the kne | |
| | A daggar and a lace hangynge had he | |
| 395 | Aboute his necke vnder his arm adoun | |
| | The hote somer hadde made his hewe al broun | |
| | And certaynly he was a good felawe | |
| | Ful many a draughte wyn he hadde drawe | |
| | Fro burdeux ward whyle the chapman sleep | |
| 400 | Of conscience took he no keep | |
| | At ful many abataylle in that lond | |
| | He faught and hadde the higher hond | |
| | But of his craft to reken wel his tyde | |
| | His stremys and his daungeres hym be side | |
| | Ther was non suche from hul in to Cartage | |
| | For wyse he was though he were ful of corage | |
| | Hardy he was and waar to vndertake | |
| | With many a tempest his berd hath quake | |
