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Автор: John Skelton
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brought walnuttes,[520]

      Some apples, some peres,

      Some brought theyr clyppynge sheres,

      Some brought this and that, 440

      Some brought I wote nere what,

      Some brought theyr husbandes hat,

      Some podynges and lynkes,

      Some trypes that stynkes.[521]

      But of all this thronge

      One came them amonge,

      She semed halfe a leche,

      And began to preche

      Of the tewsday in the weke

      Whan the mare doth keke; 450

      Of the vertue of an vnset leke;

      Of her husbandes breke;

      Wyth the feders of a quale

      She could to Burdeou[522] sayle;

      And wyth good ale barme

      She could make a charme

      To helpe wythall a stytch:

      She semed to be a wytch.

      Another brought two goslynges,

      That were noughty froslynges; 460

      She[523] brought them in a wallet,

      She was a cumly callet:

      The goslenges were untyde;

      Elynour began to chyde,

      They[524] be wretchockes[525] thou hast brought,

      They are shyre shakyng nought!

       Sextus passus.

      Maude Ruggy thyther skypped:

      She was vgly hypped,

      And vgly thycke lypped,

      Lyke an onyon syded, 470

      Lyke tan ledder hyded:

      She had her so guyded

      Betwene the cup and the wall,

      That she was there wythall

      Into a palsey fall;

      Wyth that her hed shaked,

      And her handes quaked:

      Ones hed wold haue aked

      To se her naked:

      She dranke so of the dregges,[526] 480

      The dropsy was in her legges;

      Her face glystryng lyke glas;

      All foggy fat she was;

      She had also the gout

      In all her ioyntes about;

      Her breth was soure and stale,

      And smelled all of ale:

      Suche a bedfellaw

      Wold make one cast his craw;

      But yet for all that 490

      She dranke on the mash fat.

      There came an old rybybe;

      She halted of a kybe,

      And had broken her shyn

      At the threshold comyng in,

      And fell so wyde open

      That one myght se her token,

      The deuyll thereon be wroken!

      What nede all this be spoken?

      She yelled lyke a calfe: 500

      Ryse vp, on Gods halfe,

      Said Elynour Rummyng,

      I beshrew thé for thy cummyng!

      And[527] as she at her did pluck,

      Quake, quake, sayd the duck

      In that lampatrams lap;

      Wyth, Fy, couer thy[528] shap

      Wyth sum flyp flap!

      God gyue it yll hap,

      Sayde Elynour for shame, 510

      Lyke an honest dame.

      Vp she stert, halfe lame,

      And skantly could go

      For payne and for wo.

      In came another dant,

      Wyth a gose and a gant:

      She had a wide[529] wesant;

      She was nothynge plesant;

      Necked lyke an olyfant;

      It was a bullyfant, 520

      A gredy cormerant.

      Another brought her garlyke hedes;[530]

      Another brought her bedes

      Of iet or of cole,

      To offer to the ale pole:

      Some brought a wymble,

      Some brought a thymble,

      Some brought a sylke lace,

      Some brought a pyncase,

      Some her husbandes gowne, 530

      Some a pyllow of downe,

      Some of[531] the napery;

      And all this shyfte they make

      For the good ale sake.

      A strawe, sayde Bele, stande vtter,

      For we haue egges and butter,

      And of[532] pygeons a payre.

      Than sterte forth a fysgygge,[533]

      And she brought a bore pygge;

      The fleshe therof was ranke, 540

      And her brethe strongly stanke,

      Yet, or she went, she dranke,

      And gat her great thanke

      Of Elynour for her ware,

      That she thyther bare

      To pay for her share.

      Now truly, to my thynkynge,

      This is a solempne drinkynge.

       Septimus passus.

      Soft, quod one, hyght[534]