189.
Still stode the proude sherief,
A sory man was he;
‘Wo the worthe, Raynolde Grenelefe,
Thou hast betrayed nowe me.’
190.
‘I make myn avowe to God,’ sayde Litell Johnn,
‘Mayster, ye be to blame;
I was mysserved of my dynere
When I was with you at home.’