He was a Market beter at the fulle Ther dorste no wight hand vp on hym legge That he ne swoor he sholde anon abegge A theef he was for sothe of corn and mele And that a sleigh and vsant for to stele His name was hoten deynous Symkyn A wif he hadde comen of noble kyn The person of the toun hir fader was With hir he yaf ful many a panne of bras For that Symkyn sholde in his blood allye She was yfostred in a Nonnerye For Symkyn wolde no wyf as he sayde But she were wel ynorissed and a mayde To sauen his estaat of yemanrye And she was proud and peert as is a pye A ful fair sighte was it vp on hem two On halidayes biforn hir wolde he go With his tipet wounden aboute his heed And she cam after in a gyte of reed And Symkyn hadde hosen of the same Ther dorste no wight clepen hire but dame Was noon so hardy that wente by the weye That with hire dorste rage or ones pleye But if he wolde be slayn of Symkyn With panade or with knyf or boydekyn For Ialous folk been perilouse eueremo Algate they wolde hir wyues wenden so And eek for she was som del smoterlich She was as digne as water in a dich And ful of hoker and of bismare