‘Of the borowehode thou spekest to me,

Herde I never ere.’

240.

‘I make myn avowe to God,’ sayd Robyn,

‘Monke, thou art to blame;

For God is holde a ryghtwys man,

And so is his dame.

241.

‘Thou toldest with thyn ownë tonge,

Thou may not say nay,