[THE SECOND FIT.]
When Roben cam to Notynggam,
The soyt yef y scholde saye,
He set op hes horse anon,
And gaffe hem hotys and haye.
Yn the medys of the towne,125
Ther he schowed hes war;
"Pottys! pottys!" he gan crey foll sone,
"Haffe hansell for the mar."
Foll effen agenest the screffeys gate
Schowed he hes chaffar;130
Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow,
And chepyd fast of hes war.
Yet, "Pottys, gret chepe!" creyed Royn,
"Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde;"
And all that [saw] hem sell,135
Seyde he had be no potter long.
The pottys that wer werthe pens feyffe,
He sold tham for pens thre;
Preveley seyde man and weyffe,
"Ywnder potter schall never the."140
Thos Roben solde foll fast,
Tell he had pottys bot feyffe;
Op he hem toke of his ear,
And sende hem to the screffeys weyffe.
Therof sche was foll fayne,145
["Gramarsey, sir," than seyde sche;]
"When ye com to thes contre ayen,
Y schall bey of [they] pottys, so mot y the."
"Ye schall haffe of the best," seyde Roben,
And swar be the treneytè;150
Foll corteysley she gan [hem] call,
"Com deyne with the screfe and me."
"Godamarsey," seyde Roben,
"Yowr bedyng schalle be doyn;
A mayden yn the pottys gan ber,155
Roben and the screffe weyffe folowed anon.