And if you will but lend me your gowne,
There is none shall knowe us at fair London towne.’
18.
‘Now horses, and serving-men thou shalt have,
With sumptuous array most gallant and brave;
With crozier, and miter, and rochet, and cope,
Fit to appeare ’fore our fader the pope.’
19.
‘Now welcome, sire abbot,’ the king he did say,
‘’Tis well thou’rt come back to keepe thy day;