309
sends him up the Vp the sterys sche hym leyde
quaint stairs, Ty{l~l} he saw the wryghtes bedde: THE STEWARD IS
Of tresoure ?ought he none; SHOT THROUGH 312
and lets him He went and stumblyd att a stone; THE TRAPDOOR,
tumble through In to ?e selle{rh} he fylle sone,
the trapdoor. Downe to the bare flore. 315
"What the devil The lord seyd "what deuy{l~l} art ?o{=u}?
are you?" says And ?ou hadest falle on me nowe,
the Lord. Thowe hadest hurt me fu{l~l} sore." 318
[leaf 182, back] The stuard stert and staryd abowte
The steward finds If he myg{h-}t ower gete owte
he can't get out; Att hole lesse or mare. 321
The lord seyd, "welcome, and sytt be tyme,
For ?ou schalt helpe to dyght thys lyne
For a{l~l} thy fers[e] fare." 324
The stuard lokyd on the knyg{h-}t,
and wonders why He seyd, "syr, for godes myght,
his Lord is My lord, what do you here?" 327
there. He seyd "felowe, wyth-owtyn oth,
"We both came on For o erand we come bothe,
one errand, man." The sothe wolle I nott lete." 330
The wife asks what Tho cam the wyfe them vn-to,
they're doing; And seyd, "syres, what do you to,
Wy{l~l} ye nott lerne to swete?" 333
the Lord says, Than seyd ?e lord her vn-to,
"Your flax is 'Dame, you{rh} lyne ys I-doo,
done, and I want Nowe would I fayne ete: 336
my dinner.
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