v. 2262. _Your trymynge and tramynge by me must be tangyd_] The reader will hardly expect that I should attempt any precise explanation of this line.
v. 2264. _When we with Magnyfycence goodys made cheuysaunce_]—_cheuysaunce_, i. e. booty: see note, p. 107. v. 100. Compare Gower;
“Right as a thefe _maketh his cheuesance_, And robbeth mens gooddes aboute,” &c.
v. 2266. _banne and wary_] “I _warrye_, I _banne_ or curse, _Ie mauldis_.” Palsgrave’s _Lesclar. de la Lang. Fr._, 1530. fol. cccci. (Table of Verbes). Barclay is even more pleonastic than Skelton;
“And your vnkindnes _weray, ban and curse_.”
v. 2268. _Cockys bonys_] i. e. God’s bones; see note on v. 518. p. 243.
v. 2275. _gaure_] i. e. stare: see Tyrwhitt’s _Gloss._ to Chaucer’s _Cant. Tales_. Yet Palsgrave has “I _Gaure_ I krye, _Ie hue_. Howe he _gaureth_ after his hauke: _Cōment il heue apres son oyseau._” _Lesclar. de la Lang. Fr._, 1530. fol. ccxliiii. (Table of Verbes).
Page 300. v. 2276. _yll hayle_] See note, p. 176. v. 617.
v. 2283. _the gowte and the gyn_] If _gyn_ means (as the context seems to prove) some bodily ailment, I know not what it is.
v. 2287. _murre_] i. e. severe cold with hoarseness.
v. 2288. _requiem æternam groweth forth of his nose_] Heywood has a similar expression;
“Hunger droppeth _euen out of both their noses_.”
_Dialogue_, &c. sig. D 4.—_Workes_, ed. 1598.
And Cotgrave; “_Chishe-face_ ... one _out of whose nose_ hunger drops.” _Dict._
v. 2291. _the halfe strete_] On the Bank-side, Southwark,—where the stews were: it is mentioned in the following curious passage of _Cocke Lorelles bote_, n. d. (where the “wynde fro wynchester” alludes to the temporary suppression of the Southwark stews at the intercession of the Bishop of Winchester);
“Syr this pardon is newe founde By syde London brydge in a holy grounde Late called the stewes banke Ye knowe well all that there was Some relygyous women in that place To whome men offred many a franke And bycause they were so kynde and lyberall A merueylous auenture there is be fall Yf ye lyst to here how There came suche a wynde fro wynchester That blewe these women ouer the ryuer In wherye as I wyll you tell Some at saynt Kateryns stroke a grounde And many in holborne were founde Some at saynt Gyles I trowe Also in aue maria aly and at westmenster And some in shordyche drewe theder With grete lamentacyon And by cause they haue lost that fayre place They wyll bylde at colman hedge in space Another noble mansyon Fayrer and euer _the halfe strete_ was For euery house newe paued is with gras Shall be full of fayre floures The walles shall be of hauthorne I wote well And hanged wᵗ whyte motly yᵗ swete doth smell Grene shall be the coloures And as for this olde place these wenches holy They wyll not haue it called the stewys for foly But maketh it strabery banke.”