But she was somdel deef and that was scathe Of clooth makynge she hadde swich an haunt She passed hem of Ipres and of Gaunt In al the parysshe wyf ne was ther noon That to the offrynge bifore hire sholde goon And if ther dide certeyn so wrooth was shee That she was out of alle charitee Hir Couerchiefes ful fyne weere of grownd I dorste swere they weyeden ten pownd That on a Sonday weeren vpon hir heed Hir hosen weeren of fyn Scarlet reed Ful streyte yteyd and shoes ful moyste and newe Boold was hir face and fair and reed of hewe She was a worthy woman al hir lyue Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyue Withouten oother compaignye in yowthe But therof nedeth noght to speke as nowthe And thries hadde she been at Ierusalem She hadde passed many a straunge strem At Rome she hadde been and at Boloyne In Galyce at Seint Iame and at Coloyne She koude muchel of wandrynge by the weye Gattothed was she soothly for to seye Vp on an Amblere esily she sat Ywympled wel and on hir heed an hat As brood as is a Bokeler or a Targe A foot mantel aboute hir hypes large And on hir feet a peyre of spores sharpe In felaweshipe wel koude she laughe and carpe Of remedies of loue she knew perchaunce