‘Thy daye is broke,’ sayd the justyce,
‘Londë getest thou none.’
‘Now, good syr justyce, be my frende
And fende me of my fone!’
107.
107.1,2 ‘retained by presents of cloth and money.’ —Child.
‘I am holde with the abbot,’ sayd the justyce,
‘Both with cloth and fee.’
‘Now, good syr sheryf, be my frende!’
‘Nay, for God,’ sayd he.