"You must rise with the sun, and ride with the same
Until the next morning he riseth again;
And then your grace need not make any doubt
But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about."
The king he laughed, and swore by St John,
"I did not think it could be gone so soon!
—Now from the third question thou must not shrink,
But tell me here truly what I do think."
"Yea, that shall I do, and make your grace merry;
You think I'm the abbot of Canterbury;