207.
‘Have no doute, maister,’ sayde Litell Johnn;
‘Yet is nat the sonne at rest;
For I dare say, and savely swere.
The knight is true and truste.’
208.
208., 209. A repetition of 17 and 18.
‘Take thy bowe in thy hande,’ sayde Robyn,
‘Late Much wende with thee,
And so shal Wyllyam Scarlok,