Piers Plowman - Maybe You Like It

6.151: For it is an unresonable Religion that hath right noght of certein.'
6.152: Thanne gan Wastour to wrathen hym and wolde have yfoughte,
6.153: And to Piers the Plowman he profrede his glove.
6.154: A Bretoner, a braggere, abosted Piers als
6.155: And bad hym go pissen with his plowgh, forpynede sherewe!
6.156: 'Wiltow or neltow, we wol have oure wille
6.157: Of thi flour and of thi flesshe — fecche whanne us liketh,
6.158: And maken us murye thermyde, maugree thi chekes.'
6.159: Thanne Piers the Plowman pleyned hym to the knyghte
6.160: To kepen hym as covenaunt was fro cursede sherewes
6.161: And fro thise wastours wolveskynnes that maketh the world
deere:
6.162: " For tho wasten and wynnen noght, and that [while ilke]
6.163: Worth nevere plentee among the peple the while my plowgh liggeth.'
6.164: Curteisly the knyght thanne, as his kynde wolde,
6.165: Warnede Wastour and wissed hym bettre:
6.166: "Or thow shalt abigge by the lawe, by the ordre that I bere!'
6.167: " I was noght wont to werche,' quod Wastour, "and now wol I
noght bigynne! '-
6.168: And leet light of the lawe, and lasse of the knyghte,
6.169: And sette Piers at a pese, and his plowgh bothe,
6.170: And manaced Piers and his men if thei mette eftsoone.
6.171: " Now, by the peril of my soule!' quod Piers, " I shal apeire yow
alle' —
6.172: And houped after Hunger, that herde hym at the firste.
6.173: "Awreke me of thise wastours,' quod he, "that this world shendeth!'
6.174: Hunger in haste thoo hente Wastour by the mawe
6.175: And wrong hym so by the wombe that al watrede hise eighen.
6.176: He buffetted the Bretoner aboute the chekes
6.177: That he loked lik a lanterne al his lif after.
6.178: He bette hem so bothe, he brast ner hire guttes;
6.179: Ne hadde Piers with a pese loot-preyed [hym bileve],
6.180: They hadde be dolven bothe — ne deme thow noon oother.
6.181: "Suffre hem lyve,' he seide-and lat hem etc with hogges,
6.182: Or ellis benes and bren ybaken togideres.'
6.183: Faitours for fere herof flowen into bernes
6.184: And flapten on with flailes fro morwe til even,
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