Myght nether other harme done,
The mountnaunce of an owre.
169.
‘I make myn avowe to God,’ sayde Litell Johnn,
‘And by my true lewtë;
Thou art one of the best sworde-men
That ever yit sawe I me.
170.
‘Cowdest thou shote as well in a bowe,
To grene wode thou shuldest with me,