Yet little suspecting these thieves in their den,
And they perceiving them come to their hand,
In a dark evening bid them to stand.
Deliver thy purse, quoth the Cripple, with speed,
We be good fellows and therefore have need,
Not so, quoth Lord Courtney, but this I’ll tell ye,
Win it and wear it, else get none of me.
With that the Lord Courtney stood in his defence,
And so did his servants, but, ere they went hence,