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A LTTELL GESTE OF ROBYN HODE. 65
" Thou lyest," then sayd the gentyll knyght, " Abbot in thy hal; w
False knyght was I never, By god that made us all."
Up then stode that gentyll knyght,
To the abbot sayd he, " To suffre a knyght to knele so longe 135
Thou canst no curteysye.
" In joustes and in tournement
Full ferre than have I be, And put myselfe as ferre in prees
As ony that ever I se." i«
" What wyll ye gyve more," said the justyce, " And the knyght shall make a releyse ?
And elles dare I safly swere
Ye holde never your londe in pees."
" An hondred pounde," sayd the abbot; us The justyce said, " Gyve him two ;"
" Nay, be god," said the knyght, " Yet gete ye it not soo.
" Though ye wolde gyve a thousande more, Yet were ye never the nere; iso
Shall there never be myn eyre, Abbot, justyse, ne frere."
148, grete, W. get, C. 150, thou. PCC.
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