‘And these arowes ifedred fre?’
‘By God,’ than sayd the knyght,
‘A pore present to thee.’
276.
‘Come now forth, Lytell Johan,
And go to my treasurë,
And brynge me there foure hondred pounde,
The monke over-tolde it me.
277.
‘Have here foure hondred pounde,