And alle the wyres of Banebury that he solde,
His styth, his hamour, his bagge portatyf,
Bare vp his arme whane he faught with his wyff:
He foonde for haste no better bokeller,
Vpon his cheeke the distaff came so neer. [120]
Hir name was cleped Tybot Tapister.
To brawle and broyle she nad no maner fer,
To thakke his pilche stoundemel nowe and thanne
Thikker thane Thome koude clowten any panne.

Nexst Colle Tyler, ful hevy of his cheer,
Compleynethe on Phelyce his wyff the wafurer
Al his bred with sugre nys not baake,
Yit on his cheekis some tyme he hathe a caake
So hoot and nuwe, or he can taken heede,
That his heres glowe verray reede [130]
For a medecyne whane the forst is colde,
Makyng his teethe to ratle that beon oolde.

This is the compleynt that theos dotardes oolde
Make on theyre wyves that beon so stoute and bolde,
Theos holy martirs preued ful pacyent,
Lowly beseching, in al hir best entent,
Vnto youre noble ryal magestee,
To graunte hem fraunchyse and also liberte
Sith they beothe fetird and bounden in maryage,
A saufconduct to sauf him frome damage. [140]
Eeke vnder support of youre hyeghe renoun
Graunt hem also a proteccyoun.