Piers Plowman - Maybe You Like It

20.189: "Ye — leve, lurdeyn?' quod he, and leyde on me with age,
20.190: And hitte me under the ere — unnethe may ich here.
20.191: Helbuffetted me aboute the mouth and bette out my wangteeth,
20.192: And gyved me in goutes — I may noght goon at large.
20.193: And of the wo that I was inne my wif hadde ruthe,
20.194: And wisshed wel witterly that I were in hevene.
20.195: For the lyme that she loved me fore, and leef was to feele —
20.196: On nyghtes, namely, whan we naked weere —
20.197: I ne myghte in no manere maken it at hir wille,
20.198: So Elde and he[o] hadden it forbeten.
20.199: And as I seet in this sorwe, I saugh how Kynde passede,
20.200: And deeth drogh neigh me — for drede gan I quake,
20.201: And cryde to Kynde, "Out of care me brynge!
20.202: Lo! how Elde the hoore hath me biseye:
20.203: Awreke me if youre wille be, for I wolde ben hennes!
20.204: "If thow wolt be wroken, wend into Unitee,
20.205: And hold thee there evere, til I sende for thee;
20.206: And loke thow konne som craft er thow come thennes.'
20.207: "Counseille me, Kynde,' quod I, "what craft be best to lerne?'
20.208: "Lerne to love,' quod Kynde, "and leef alle othere.'
20.209: "How shal I come to catel so, toclothe me and to feede?'
20.210: "And thow love lelly, lakke shal thee nevere
20.211: Weede ne worldly mete, while thi lif lasteth.'
20.212: And there by conseil of Kynde I comsed to rome
20.213: Thorugh Contricion and Confession til I cam to Unitee.
20.214: And there was Conscience conestable Cristene to save,
20.215: And bisegede soo[r]ly with sevene grete geaunts
20.216: That with Antecrist helden harde ayein Conscience.
20.217: Sleuthe with his slynge an hard saut he made.
20.218: Proude preestes coome with hym — pange an hundred
20.219: In paltokes and pyked shoes and pisseris longe knyves
20.220: Coomen ayein Conscience — with Coveitise thei helden.
20.221: "By the Marie!' quod a mansed preest, was of the march of Irlonde,
20.222: "I counte na moore Conscience, by so I cacche silver,
20.223: Than I do to drynke a draughte of good ale!'
20.224: And so seiden sixty of the same contree,
20.225: And shotten ayein with shot, many a sheef of othes,
20.226: And brode hoked arwes — Goddes herte and hise nayles —
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