” 3742 quoth he. “Peter! it am I,” Quoth she; “What, Sir, how longë all will ye fast? How longë time will ye reckon and cast Your summës, and your bookës, and your things? The devil have part of all such reckonings! Ye have enough, pardie, of Goddë’s sond. 3743 Come down to-day, and let your baggës stond. Ne be ye not ashamed, that Dan John Shall fasting all this day elengë 3744 gon? What? let us hear a mass, and go we dine.” “Wife,” quoth this man, “little canst thou divine The curious businessë that we have; For of us chapmen, all so God me save, And by that lord that cleped is Saint Ive, Scarcely amongës twenty, ten shall thrive Continually, lasting unto our age. We may well makë cheer and good viságe, And drivë forth the world as it may be, And keepen our estate in privity,