‘God hath shapen suche an ende,

But my chyldren and my wyfe,

Tyll God yt may amende.’

51.

‘In what maner,’ than sayde Robyn,

‘Hast thou lorne thy rychesse?’

‘For my greate foly,’ he sayde,

‘And for my kyndënesse.

52.

52.4 ‘just,’ joust, tilt.