To quyte hym wele his mede.
154.
154.2 ‘leutye,’ loyalty.
‘Nowe so God me helpe,’ sayde Litell John,
‘And by my true leutye,
I shall be the worst servaunt to hym
That ever yet had he.’
155.
155.4 ‘foriete,’ forgotten.
It fell upon a Wednesday
To quyte hym wele his mede.
154.
154.2 ‘leutye,’ loyalty.
‘Nowe so God me helpe,’ sayde Litell John,
‘And by my true leutye,
I shall be the worst servaunt to hym
That ever yet had he.’
155.
155.4 ‘foriete,’ forgotten.
It fell upon a Wednesday