268.
‘But take no grefe, that I have be so longe;
I came by a wrastelynge,
And there I holpe a pore yeman,
With wronge was put behynde.’
269.
‘Nay, for God,’ sayd Robyn,
‘Syr knyght, that thanke I thee;
What man that helpeth a good yeman,
His frende than wyll I be.’