human
The beste ale lay in my bour, Or in my bed-chambre; And who so bummed therof, Boughte it therafter, A galon for a grote, God woot, no lesse! 2920 And yet it cam in cuppe-mele, This craft my wif used. Rose the Regrater Was hire righte name; She hath holden hukkerye Al hire lif tyme. Ac I swere now, so thee ik! That synne wol I lete, And nevere wikkedly weye, Ne wikke chaffare use; 2930 But wenden to Walsyngham, And my wif als, And bidde the Roode of Bromholm Brynge me out of dette.
gpt
Repentedestow evere? quod Repentaunce,
human
Or restitucion madest.
gpt
Yis, ones I was y-herberwed, quod he, {91}
human
With an heep of chapmen, I roos whan thei were a-reste And riflede hire males.
gpt
That was no restitucion, quod Repentaunce,
human
But a robberis thefte; Thow haddest be the bettre worthi Ben hanged therfore, Than for al that That thow hast here shewed.
gpt
I wende riflynge were restitucion, quod he,
human
For I lerned nevere rede on boke; And I kan no Frensshe, in feith, But of the fertheste ende of Northfolk.
gpt
Usedestow evere usurie? quod Repentaunce,
human
In al thi lif tyme.