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86 A LTTELL GESTE OF EOBTN HODE.
" And yf thou hast that sylver ibroughte,
I pray the let me se ; And I shall helpe the eftsones, i&
Yf thou have nede of me."
The monke swore a full grete othe,
With a sory chere, " Of the borowehode thou spekest to me,
Herde I never ere." i«
" I make myn avowe to god," sayd Robyn,
" Monke, thou art to blame ; For god is holde a ryghtwys man,
And so is his dame.
" Thou toldest with thyn owne tonge, iu
Thou may not say nay, How thou arte her servaunt,
And servest her every day.
" And thou art made her messengere,
My money for to pay ; iso
Therefore I can the more thanke, Thou arte come at thy day.
" What is in your cofers ? " sayd Robyn,
" Trewe than tell thou me :" " Syr," he sayd, " twenty marke, iss
Al so mote I the."
136, to, W. 149, nade, W. not in C. |
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