Fastinge thus for to be;
Therfor I pray thee, sir stuarde,
Mi dyner gif me.’
158.
‘Shalt thou never ete ne drynke’ saide the stuarde,
‘Tyll my lorde be come to towne.’
‘I make myn avowe to God,’ saide Litell John,
‘I had lever to crake thy crowne.’
159.
The boteler was full uncurteys,