And I trust, your grace will do me no deere,
For spending of my owne true-gotten geere.’
6.
‘Yes, yes, father abbot, thy fault it is highe,
And now for the same thou needest must dye;
For except thou canst answer me questions three,
Thy head shall be smitten from thy bodìe.
7.
‘And first,’ quo’ the king, ‘when I’m in this stead,
With my crowne of golde so faire on my head,