Note 93 — OF ORDERS AND CUSTOMS
Reading edition
The cooks in Lydgate’s time, as we learn from the same ballad, resided chiefly in Eastcheap:
“Then I hyed me into East Chepe; One cryes ribbs of befe, and many a pye: Pewter pottes they clattered on a heape; There was harpe, pype and mynstrelsye,” etc.