258.
The monke toke the hors with spore,
No lenger wolde he abyde:
‘Askë to drynke,’ than sayd Robyn,
‘Or that ye forther ryde.’
259.
‘Nay, for God,’ than sayd the monke,
‘Me reweth I cam so nere;
For better chepe I myght have dyned
In Blythe or in Dankestere.’