In velvet coates waited the abbot about.
4.
‘How now, father abbot, I heare it of thee,
Thou keepest a far better house than mee,
And for thy house-keeping and high renowne,
I feare thou work’st treason against my crown.’
5.
5.3 ‘deere,’ harm.
‘My liege,’ quo’ the abbot, ‘I would it were knowne,
I never spend nothing but what is my owne;