LETTEL JOHN.
I consente therto, so eate I bread,
If he pay passage maugre his head,
Twenti pound shall ye have of me for your mede.
THE POTTERS BOY JACKE.
Out alas, that ever I sawe this daye!150
For I am clene out of my waye
From Notyngham towne;
If I hye me not the faster,
Or I come there the [market] wel be done.
ROBYN HODE.
Let me se, are [thy] pottes hole and sounde?
JACKE.
Yea, meister, but they will not breake the ground.
ROBYN HODE.
I wil them breke, for the cuckold thi maisters sake;
And if they [will breake] the grounde,
Thou shalt have thre pence for a pound.