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72 A LYTELL GESTE OP EOEYN HODE.
It befell upon a Wednesday, «
The sheryfe on hontynge was gone,
And Lytel Johan lay in his bed, And was foryete at home.
Therfore he was fastynge
Tyl it was past the none ; s»
" Good syr stuard, I pray the,
Geve me to dyne," sayd Lytel Johan.
" It is to long for Grenelefe,
Fastynge so long to be; Therfore I pray the, stuarde
My dyner gyve thou me."
" Shalt thou never ete ne drynke," said the stuarde, " Tyll my lord be come to towne;" " I make myn avowe to god," sayd Lytell Johan, " I had lever to cracke thy crowne." *
The butler was full uncurteys,
There he stode on flore ; He sterte to the buttery,
And shet fast the dore.
Lytell Johan gave the buteler such a rap, *> His backe yede nygh on two ; |
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