A Merchant was there with a forked beard, In motley, and high on his horse he sat, Upon his head a Flandrish beaver hat. His bootës clasped fair and fetisly. 92 His reasons aye spake he full solemnly, Sounding alway th’ increase of his winning. He would the sea were kept 93 for any thing Betwixtë Middleburg and Orëwell. 94 Well could he in exchangë shieldës 95 sell. This worthy man full well his wit beset; 96 There wistë no wight that he was in debt, So estately was he of governance 97 With his bargáins, and with his chevisance. 98