The mullok 4745 on a heap y-sweeped was, And on the floor y-cast a canëvas, And all this mullok in a sieve y-throw, And sifted, and y-picked many a throw. 4746 “Pardie,” quoth one, “somewhat of our metál Yet is there here, though that we have not all. And though this thing mishapped hath as now, 4747 Another time it may be well enow. We mustë put our good in ádventúre; 4748 A merchant, pardie, may not aye endure, Trustë me well, in his prosperity: Sometimes his good is drenched 4749 in the sea, And sometimes comes it safe unto the land.” “Peace,” quoth my lord; “the next time I will fand 4750 To bring our craft all in another plight, 4751